No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 638 She is a fan again, the wall is white again, she is full again, and the wall is empty again [7k update, please vote for me!]
Chapter 638 She is a fan again, the wall is white again, she is full again, and the wall is empty again [7k update, please vote for me!]
"That...shouldn't have woken up Fang Nuxia and the others, right?"
Ouyang Rong got out of the steamy bathroom, hugged a bunch of clothes he had changed, and quietly returned to the main room.
When he entered, he glanced at the dark west wing next door and murmured in a low voice.
Zhao Qingxiu was sitting at the table. A solitary lamp had been lit on the table. She was supporting her chin with both hands. Her eyes were obviously dark, but she seemed to be staring at the warm light source in front of her in a daze. She was no different from an ordinary woman.
different.
Hearing this, Zhao Qingxiu shook her head gently, and the ice-white jade hairpin pendant in her high temples made a "Longling" sound.
Ouyang Rong saw that the long cloth bag on the table had disappeared.
Zhao Qingxiu was standing up, groping forward with her hands to greet him, when her palms touched the dirty clothes in his arms.
"No need to light the lamp, I'll leave later."
Ouyang Rong shook his head and felt her pulling dirty clothes, so he added:
"I'll take it back. It'll be troublesome for you to wash it."
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head stubbornly.
Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand.
Zhao Qingxiu put the dirty clothes aside, took out a dry towel, went back again, turned behind Ouyang Rong, and wiped his long, wet black hair.
There are no hair dryers in this era, so you can only air-dry your hair naturally, so washing your hair is a very troublesome thing. It is best to wash your hair and dry it in the sun during the day. The so-called holiday is actually used to take a bath.
, Generally, hair may only be washed once every ten days and a half, especially among the lower class people. Who is a good person who washes his hair every day?
The embroiderer must be very afraid of his weak body, because his wet hair was blown by the wind and caught the wind and cold.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, took the towel from Zhao Qingxiu's hand, tilted his head, lifted his hair, and wiped it himself.
"I'll do it. Xiu Niang goes to bed first. She came here smelling of alcohol in the middle of the night and woke you up. I feel a little guilty about myself."
Zhao Qingxiu didn't say a word. She was robbed of the task of wiping her wet hair. With her hands free, she stood in front of Ouyang Rong, not idle, groping for his new clothes, pulling the fabric from time to time to tidy it up.
Ouyang Rong didn't think much about it, let her do it, and said casually:
"This dress is quite suitable. The embroiderer is really good at needlework and her timing is just right. But when you make clothes, don't you all have to measure the size in advance? It seems that the embroiderer didn't measure me personally. Is it possible that visual inspection can also be done?
So accurate?"
He thought of his adopted sister, A Qing, who had helped him measure his waist and other dimensions before leaving in Longcheng to make it easier for him to make clothes.
When Zhao Qingxiu heard this, she immediately lowered her head, stopped moving her hands, and then continued.
However, after that, the two little hands became a little flustered, stroking left and right, as if they were lost.
Ouyang Rong looked at her curiously.
The two of them were standing at the door of the main wing at the moment.
Ouyang Rong turned his back to the door, and the night breeze that came from the corridor blew his black hair, which was not too cold.
"I'm leaving later."
After Ouyang Rong's wet hair was almost wiped, he stopped, lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Qingxiu's ear:
"The embroiderer is no longer busy, please go back to sleep, okay? I'll stay with you, and I'll leave after you fall asleep, okay?"
Zhao Qingxiu immediately grabbed his palm and wrote on it with her index finger, her face serious:
[Young master, you don’t need to accompany me. I’ll come back first.]
Zhao Qingxiu didn't ask Ouyang Rong why he was going so late, and didn't ask him to stay.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
"Actually, it's not too urgent. I can still stay for an hour or two... I have to leave before dawn."
He turned back and glanced outside the door.
Looking beyond the wall, Ouyang Rong could faintly see the eaves of the main hall buildings of Chengtian Temple on the other side of the lake.
He can't tell Xiu Niang that he is going to find their Jianze virgin, and have a good chat with him, right?
And just in case, it would be best for Xiu Niang to sleep peacefully in the quiet courtyard...
Ouyang Rong suddenly felt Xiu Niang in front of him push his chest with two small hands, and pushed him out the door with gentle force.
"Ahhh."
Zhao Qingxiu began to "drive" Ouyang Rong away.
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and prepared to say goodbye.
At this time, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around, returned to the house, wrapped a ball of candied fruit in a handkerchief, returned with both hands, and stuffed it into Ouyang Rong's arms.
"I've eaten, you can keep your allowance..."
Halfway through Ouyang Rong's words, Zhao Qingxiu's little hand that reached into the lapel of his collared shirt suddenly stopped, and under the former's stunned gaze, she took out a small ball of fabric.
The blindfolded girl lowered her head curiously, unfolded the small ball of fabric with her delicate hands, and touched it carefully.
This thing is faintly azure.
It was the dirty ribbon that Zhao Qingxiu changed into when she took a bath in the evening.
Obviously, Zhao Qingxiu also touched it, and it was her own thing.
She raised her head blankly, her little face covered by a new ribbon seemed to be staring blankly at Ouyang Rong.
The atmosphere gradually became awkward.
"If I said that I brought it out accidentally, would you believe it?"
He asked extremely seriously.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't say anything, didn't pick up his hand, and continued writing.
But her subsequent actions have revealed the answer to this question.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly clenched the dirty ribbon with her left hand, hid it behind her back with her fist, raised her right hand, untied the new azure ribbon that covered her eyes, and hurriedly stuffed it into Ouyang Rong's arms.
"..." Ouyang Rong said: "I..."
Zhao Qingxiu interrupted, and a slender index finger was already "drawing" characters on his chest like a dragon:
[That one is dirty, sir, don’t use it, use a new one]
Ouyang Rong:......??
After being stunned for a long time, he said anxiously:
"I didn't. What was Xiu Niang thinking? How could I use your blindfold to indulge in sexual pleasure..."
After finishing writing, Zhao Qingxiu was too embarrassed to lift her head. She buried her head deep in her chest. When she heard this, she was reminded of something or thought of something. She suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the bathroom.
Ouyang Rong also followed her gaze and looked over.
Bathroom? His eyes were puzzled at first, and then, like lightning, the image of a bamboo basket with a thin bellyband and panties flashed before his eyes.
The expression on Ouyang Rong's face changed.
"I didn't take it..." He immediately spoke first.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly pushed him who was speaking, and took two steps back. Ouyang Rong saw that her little face was already red to the point of being pretty, and the little face that had taken off the blindfold ribbon was a little dazed, maybe it was
A pair of eyes that are dim and dull cause a person's senses.
Ouyang Rong felt that Xiu Niang should have a shocked expression.
The two of them were so opposed to each other, and after three breaths of silence, Zhao Qingxiu turned around anxiously, ran into the house in a panic, and hid behind the screen. Ouyang Rong didn't know what she was going to do for a while, so he hid like an ostrich?
Anyway, I didn't listen to his excuse at all.
Ouyang Rong opened his mouth wide and touched his stuffed chest. His mouth was dry and he didn't know how to explain it.
Good guy, I have never felt that explaining something can be so feeble... On the other hand, you said that you even took the dirty ribbons, but you didn't touch the bellybands and underpants that were washed next to you. Who would believe it?
Ouyang Rong wished he could slap himself.
Now there is really yellow mud stuck to my crotch. It is not that thing, but that thing, and I can't wash it off.
"Long Ling——"
Ouyang was about to go in and find Zhao Qingxiu to explain, but the familiar crisp sound came again, and Zhao Qingxiu left and returned.
Ouyang Rong saw her running out from behind the screen in a hurry, her hands behind her back, as if she was holding something.
Before he could ask, Zhao Qingxiu had already come to him and stuffed a bunch of things into his arms in a panic.
Ouyang Rong looked puzzled:
"This is?"
He touched his bulging chest and took out a piece of light, silky fabric, and looked down.
The quiet body fragrance is fragrant, and the turquoise fabric still has some residual warmth. There is also mandarin duck embroidery on it that reflects the woman's gentle thoughts.
The embroiderer's bellyband!
It seems that it is still available...
Ouyang Rong suddenly had black lines all over his head.
"You...why did you give me this?" He first looked back at the west wing where the Fang sisters slept, and then asked in a low voice.
Zhao Qingxiu buried her head in silence.
This time, no words were written, and the young lady was extremely ashamed.
It is also possible to make Guiwei Yue, the future Holy Yuanjun, who has been celibate for a long time. After sensing a certain need, she immediately took off this personal and private thing without thinking. She took the initiative to be considerate and extremely shy.
He is willing to offer it... There is only one Ouyang Rong in this world.
"Hmm..." Faced with Ouyang Rong's seemingly upright return, Zhao Qingxiu responded hastily and perfunctorily.
After resisting the intense shyness and handing over the personal belongings, she ran back to the main room, hid in the door, and turned to close the door to block Ouyang Rong from outside.
But Ouyang Rong couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly stretched out his kick and got stuck between the two doors that were about to close.
"Take it back, I really don't need it!"
Ouyang Rong pushed a warm and fragrant green thin cloth into Zhao Qingxiu's hand.
Zhao Qingxiu was unwilling to accept the offer, so she shrank back and closed the door with force.
"Obey, open the door quickly." Ouyang Rong hurriedly opened the door.
"Woo." Zhao Qingxiu turned her back to block the door but refused to let her in.
"Squeak--squeak--!"
The two of them were very stubborn, but unfortunately the small door was extremely fragile. It trembled under the pressure from the front and back, and they endured it all innocently.
But Ouyang Rong was actually very kind to this door. The embroiderer was very strong, and Ouyang Rong was mentally prepared. In order to cover up his own cultivation, he held back some strength. He didn't know if the embroiderer was the same.
Anyway, the two of them just spent time together... He was a little stronger, and she was a little stronger... I couldn't tell the difference.
During the stalemate, the sound of getting out of bed and putting on shoes suddenly came from the west wing, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
"Who's there?"
Fang Shengnan's confused voice came from the west wing.
Outside the main wing, the stalemate suddenly stopped and became silent...
"It's so late at night, why aren't you sleeping, and there are still people talking..."
Fang Shengnan muttered dissatisfied, pushed the door open and looked around sleepily.
The corridor was empty, and the door to the main wing, where a faint sound had just been heard, was also silent and the door was closed.
The courtyard was quiet except for the whistling of the evening wind blowing through the corridor.
"It's strange. Could it be a dream? There have been more and more weird dreams recently. Is it because I'm too bored during the day and have too many random thoughts? I have thoughts every day and have dreams at night..."
Fang Shengnan shook her head, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, and walked to the latrine. Not long after, she returned again, entered the west wing, went to bed, hugged her sister, and went to sleep happily. Little did she know that what happened on the corridor tonight was more than what she had dreamed about.
Want rich stories…
In the main wing, behind the closed door.
Ouyang Rong hugged Zhao Qingxiu and leaned against the wooden door.
The two of them remained motionless, squinting their eyes sideways, holding their breath and concentrating.
Ouyang Rong waited until he heard the female hero Fang return to the west wing and the sound of the door closing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
His attention returned to Zhao Qingxiu.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
Ouyang Rong came close to her ear and whispered:
"I really don't mean that. The embroiderer has misunderstood..."
He felt Xiu Niang suddenly grab his hand and start writing, and there was a pause in his words.
[Master, please stop talking, I’m so embarrassed]
She begged, and Ouyang Rong shut his mouth.
Zhao Qingxiu turned around, buried her head in his arms, and rested her forehead against his.
It was clear that the "crisis" outside had been resolved, but the two of them still maintained this posture, hugging each other and leaning against the inner door together.
The atmosphere in the house was silent.
Ouyang Rong was a head taller than Zhao Qingxiu, so he lowered his head and buried his face in her black hair, smelling the familiar quiet body fragrance, and then looked down at the wound somewhere on her neck that had faded to the point of being invisible.
.
In fact, it is not impossible to accept this bellyband, it is indeed useful.
In other words, it is more convincing than a single piece of azure ribbon used by the embroiderer.
When the time comes to see the Yue virgin lurking in Chengtian Temple, if he takes it out casually, Yue virgin's expression will probably be very wonderful, and he will scold the thief... Well, if you are scolded, you will be scolded, it doesn't matter, habitual criminal who picks flowers【
Craftsman] It was stolen. What does it have to do with the owner of Dielianhua?
Just as the two hugged each other and enjoyed the silence.
"Whoosh whoosh-!"
Several familiar voices came from far away, breaking the quiet night.
It's fireworks.
The banquet at a certain restaurant by Xingzi Lake has not ended yet, and the fireworks are still going on, shooting into the sky for free, like a grand fireworks show.
Ouyang Rong was speechless. Why did these merchants drink so late? Fortunately, he left early.
However, the banquet should be coming to an end now. This is the last burst of fireworks. They were set off for a long time, as if they were all set off at once. Pei Shisanniang and the others are indeed arrogant.
Inside the inner door of the main wing, Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu listened silently to the sound of fireworks outside, and colorful lights illuminated the corridor across from them from time to time.
There was no movement in the west wing. Fang Shengnan must have fallen into a deep sleep. The Fang sisters' sleep quality was quite good.
Ouyang Rong saw from the corner of his eye that Zhao Qingxiu turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of the fireworks outside, with a look of longing on her small face.
He suddenly opened the door, took one of her hands, and strode out.
Zhao Qingxiu's face was stunned, and she followed him out of the door in confusion, glancing worriedly at the dark west wing from time to time.
The two came to the corridor.
"Don't move, keep raising your head."
Ouyang Rong walked around behind Zhao Qingxiu, hugged her waist with both hands, rested his chin on top of her head, turned his eyes slightly upward, looked at the fireworks in the night sky, and said softly:
"Here, look at this bunch. First, white smoke rises into the sky, and then a small yellow light appears. It explodes and blooms into a golden, silvery white, lavender, and pink flower umbrella...
"Come on, turn your head and look at that bunch again. It exploded. The fireworks are as colorful as colored silk. Some are blue, some are red, some are purple, and some are green. Good guy, it's like a big colorful garden.
…”
Ouyang Rong counted carefully with a serious face, taking the trouble to do so. Sometimes he would straighten her little head with both hands and guide her to face the sky where the fireworks were blooming.
Zhao Qingxiu let him move his head, with a dazed expression on his face.
Those pair of lacquered eyes, which had been dim for a long time, were dimly brightened by the explosions of fireworks in the sky.
"How's it going, Xiu Niang, are the fireworks nice?"
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked with a smile.
Zhao Qingxiu looked up at the sky, grabbed his palm, and started writing without lowering her head:
[The fireworks are so beautiful, so beautiful, I like them]
"I like it too. This angle is really beautiful." Ouyang Rong said softly, but he lowered his head and did not look at the fireworks.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't know that the young master's staring eyes were bright. He raised his head and "looked" at the fireworks. His face was in a daze for a while, and he wrote weakly: "Sir, it's not dark in front of me anymore. The fireworks are so bright. It used to be so dark in front of me."
It’s so dark, I’m often afraid]
She sniffed, Ouyang Rong touched her little face that was a little lost in thought, and said in a calm tone:
"Don't be afraid, the young master is here."
"Puch."
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly smiled, "Yeah." She nodded vigorously and couldn't wait to write:
[Master, Xiu Niang is my nickname, can I call you by your nickname?]
"Okay, my nickname is Tanlang." Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes.
【Hello, Tanlang】
"Hey, the character "tan" is no longer circled? Xiu Niang can't write the character "jiu", so why does she write the more difficult character "tan"?"
Ouyang Rong laughed teasingly.
Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head.
[Then I will write...O Lang]
She drew a circle in front of the word "lang" and did not answer the question.
Ouyang Rong didn't ask any more questions and said with a straight face:
"Yuanlang? It's weird, let's forget it."
Zhao Qingxiu wrote silently: [Tanlang, when we met at Chengtian Temple, it seemed that we were also under fireworks]
"Yeah, actually it hasn't been that long, it's the eve of the Lantern Festival, but it seems like several years have passed. I'm already familiar with the food you cook. It would be great if I could eat it every day. Haha, why don't Xiu Niang leave?
Yes, my family asked me to come..." Ouyang Rong said half-jokingly.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and drew circles on the palm of his hand for a while. She did not nod or shake her head. After a while, she continued to write: [Does Tanlang have to go back tonight?]
Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment and had an idea in his mind. He did not answer immediately and chuckled:
"Otherwise, where should I sleep? There are only two wing rooms here. You can't let me squeeze in with Fang Nuxia and the others. I have nowhere to sleep. Could Xiu Niang help me find a place? It's not impossible.
..." He squinted his eyes.
Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head shyly and said nothing.
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to whisper in her ear:
"Didn't we agree that we are good friends? Why did the embroiderer give me this little dress? Did I just take it off? Is this what good friends should do?"
Zhao Qingxiu's body trembled and she was weak: "Well..."
My fingers shook for a while before I started writing.
[Between good friends... isn’t this okay? Isn’t this what Tanlang taught me? Last time in the kitchen, Tanlang did that to me. Even though we were good friends, this is okay.]
"What is that?" Ouyang Rongzhuang didn't understand.
Zhao Qingxiu turned her face away and bit her lip in silence.
Ouyang Rong sighed, as if there was nothing he could do against this good friend, he bowed and said:
"Okay, as a good friend, I reluctantly accepted it. However, tit for tat, you have to do a favor for your good friend."
【What, what, busy】
She paused, and it took her a while to finish writing the three words.
"Simple. I'm hungry."
Ouyang Rong smiled, took out a pack of candied fruits from his arms, lowered his head and opened it.
[Tanlang is hungry again? Then I'll heat up some food]
Zhao Qingxiu pushed away the embrace and was about to go to the kitchen, but Ouyang Rong hugged her and did not let go.
"Come on, ah, open your mouth."
He picked up a candied fruit and put it into the stunned Zhao Qingxiu's mouth.
"Is it tasty?"
Zhao Qingxiu nodded a little stupidly: "Yeah."
Ouyang Rong picked up another pill, stuffed it into his good friend's mouth, and said with a smile:
"Then I want to eat too."
Zhao Qingxiu stretched out her hand to pick up the candied fruit, but Ouyang Rong grabbed her hand.
"Isn't there an embroiderer? Why are you taking mine? Well, since I'm helping, of course I'm going to eat yours."
Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes and said.
Zhao Qingxiu was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, Ouyang Rong saw that her ears were almost red.
It was red as if it was about to bleed.
Ouyang Rong waved his hands like a shopkeeper, closed his eyes and waited, shouting and urging:
"Hurry up, hurry up, Xiu Niang still wants to cheat. Ha, the boat of our friendship can't withstand the tossing. If it capsizes, you will be responsible for the consequences. Well, I don't know what I will do after the boat capsizes.
Don't blame me, embroiderer..."
He tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips and speak truthfully.
"Ahh..."
The world-famous Yue virgin Zhao Qingxiu was frightened and hesitated.
The two of them maintained this embracing posture.
I don't know how long the silent atmosphere lasted.
The last fireworks of the night exploded above the two of them.
In the fleeting light, Zhao Qingxiu finally stood on tiptoes.
I passed on a candied fruit.
Contains sweetener.
…
Zhao Qingxiu felt that a bunch of fireworks were blooming in the darkness in front of her.
Her head was dizzy, she was confused the whole time, and she let herself be manipulated.
Tanlang was pressed against a strong, thick and hard pillar.
Two good friends, just like last time in the kitchen.
Zhao Qingxiu wrapped herself around Ouyang Rong like an octopus, tightly clamping his waist.
The two of them started by sending a candied fruit between good friends.
First on the corridor, then by the outer door of the west wing, and then moved to the main wing as the woman pushed and begged in shock and fear.
The sound was kept low throughout the whole process, like a silent hot stove, the hammer collided with the soldering iron, sparks flew everywhere, and heat waves rolled in.
Main room.
She was placed on the table.
The teapot was accidentally knocked off the table and was quietly caught by her nimble little feet. However, this time, her legs were a little weak and she almost broke the teapot, disturbing Tanlang.
Zhao Qingxiu felt like she was flying, sometimes in the sky and sometimes on the ground.
An ice-white jade hairpin has been pulled out by Sui Ouyang Rong and left on the table, otherwise the whole yard would be awakened by the two of them later.
The rather annoying "Long Ling" jade sound disappeared, and everything inside and outside the house was silent.
Zhao Qingxiu's long, beautiful black hair was flying in the air, hitting his handsome face, and she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
She flew from the table to a boudoir couch in the back room, and changed places again. The one who remained the same was Tanlang who stole two of her candied fruits.
Zhao Qingxiu's black hair fell down like a waterfall, darker than the night.
She propped up the couch with one hand and only had time to tie her cascading hair into a ponytail with the originally azure ribbon.
It was another take-off, and the world was spinning. Zhao Qingxiu didn’t know where she was going this time or where her destination was.
The only candle left in the room suddenly went out.
…
In the back room, on a dark bed.
Zhao Qingxiu's new single ponytail jumped around like a lively elf in the dark.
She had no experience, she just remembered the last time.
She had figured it out on her own, and it left a very deep impression on her.
It was the same now. Under Tan Lang's surprise and confusion, she lowered her head and turned over with her face burned.
In a familiar location, in the familiar darkness, Zhao Qingxiu found the familiar wall again.
A feeling of safety and joy came to my heart, and my courage gradually grew, as lively and cheerful as the "Ding Dong" stream in the summer mountain stream.
She was pink again, the wall was white again, she was full again, the wall was empty again, the reflection in her eyes went up and down, and the wall moved again.
She smiled, this time he was awake.
…
Ouyang Rong found himself down there.
Zhao Qingxiu pressed his chest.
He seemed to be worried that Tanlang's sick body would not be able to support him.
Zhao Qingxiu's inherent impression of him was still that of a weak scholar, weak and inexperienced, at least unable to withstand the torture of a Qi practitioner, unless he was extremely talented.
Otherwise, it will be too much, and it will easily fall apart.
Zhao Qingxiu still has very traditional and conservative ideas.
So she foolishly wanted to make the decision on her own.
He was even timid and weak, and took the initiative to write to comfort Ouyang Rong.
Ask him to be obedient, observe and learn...laugh to death.
"..." The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.
The last time I was unconscious, I had the embroiderer on top.
Now that he is awake, he still has Xiu Niang on top.
Then didn’t he wake up in vain?
However, I soon noticed her caution and clumsy efforts.
Ouyang Rong nodded quietly.
Give one turn.
Let her take the lead.
halfway.
in the dark.
Ouyang Rong's eyes suddenly froze.
There seemed to be a purple light flashing in front of my eyes, and the buzzing of the blessing bell came to my ears. I don't know what external signal the merit tower received, triggering a reaction.
And it was new news that Ouyang Rong had never seen before.
Is it to persuade the host not to reveal Haoran’s righteousness?
But Ouyang Rong felt that the Fortune Bell and the Little Wooden Fish were less serious than him and were not convincing at all.
While Ouyang Rong was doing the most important thing in the world, he shook his head before he had time to think about it.
He subconsciously said:
"Be honest and stop..."
"ah?"
The blind and mute girl, pinker than the wall, stopped and tilted her head in confusion.
"I said...don't, don't stop."
Ouyang Rong hid the surprise in his eyes. He coughed and closed his eyes:
"It's okay, Xiu Niang... lift it up."
"Hmm~"
Zhao Qingxiu smiled lightly, then smiled.
…
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