Chapter 645: What kind of bullying? It’s just to inject merit into your own daughter-in-law [Please vote for me!]
"Long Ling—Long Ling—"
Fang Shengnan thought she had good hearing, but if it weren't for the special rhythmic sound of jade coming from the kitchen at this moment, she wouldn't have known there was anyone in the kitchen.
Because it's quiet.
The kitchen door is ajar.
Except for the sound of jade, there was no other sound inside, it was silent.
But since there is this special jade sound, it means that Your Excellency Yue Chuzi is inside, because judging from her usual attitude of treating it like a treasure, she must be wearing it on her head.
When they were eating just now, the ice-white jade hairpin was inserted into her hair that was pulled up high.
However, the more profound your cultivation is, the more you get along with me on a daily basis, the impression you get is that it is extremely quiet, you walk quietly and there is no movement.
So at this moment, after Fang Shengnan reacted to this strange phenomenon in the kitchen, he first rejected his first thought of "both of them were there".
What she was thinking of was that His Excellency Yue Chuzi was alone at the sink washing dishes, and that's why she made this sound.
As for Mr. Ouyang, he must have left, otherwise why wasn't his voice heard?
Otherwise, how can we explain that there is only the sound of ice-white jade hairpin?
Fang Shengnan just walked to the kitchen door.
Now I got closer and listened more carefully.
"Susu..." There was a faint sound of water.
Fang Shengnan looked curious and raised his hand.
"ah?"
At this moment, the embroiderer's somewhat surprised voice came from the kitchen.
Fang Shengnan stopped his hand and did not dare to enter for the first time:
"What's wrong with you? Is there any inconvenience?" she asked worriedly.
"Uh-huh."
Fang Shengnan heard Zhao Qingxiu seem to hastily agree, and then there were some small rustling noises.
The strange "susu" sound of water that I heard just now disappeared.
A man's light cough came from the kitchen stove.
Fang Shengnan was stunned for a moment. Only then did he confirm the existence of someone:
"Mr. Ouyang? You haven't left yet?" she asked doubtfully.
"Fang...Nvxia, eh."
Before Fang Shengnan could think more, a few breaths later, footsteps were heard from inside the door, and the kitchen door was pushed open from the inside.
Ouyang Rong walked out quickly, with a strong figure.
Fang Shengnan saw that Zhao Qingxiu was still staying at the stove, wearing a water-stained apron, holding a piece of cloth that looked like a wet rag, with her back to the door, bending down, and wiping the stove with it in a hurry.
He didn't look back, and his ears were a little red, like drops of blood.
"Long Ling——"
Fang Shengnan's eyes moved upward.
The ice-white jade hairpin that made noise all the time was indeed inserted into Zhao Qingxiu's hair, and the sound just now came from it.
At this moment, when Zhao Qingxiu was immersed in wiping, she also made a special jade collision sound.
But the strange thing is that the rhythmic sound of jade clashing is sometimes louder and sometimes softer.
The sound of the jade clashing now is somewhat chaotic.
In addition, the azure ribbon that Zhao Qingxiu originally used to blindfold her eyes was not worn around her eyes. Instead, it was tied to Hao Bai's wrist, just like a woman casually wearing a hair band on her wrist for easy access...
…
Fang Shengnan didn't wait to think about it.
"Isn't Nvxia Fang taking a lunch break?"
After walking out of the kitchen and walking around the corridor a few times, Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke, somewhat apologetically:
"Did I and Xiu Niang clean up the kitchen and wake you up? If so, I'm really sorry."
"Clean up the kitchen?"
"Um."
Ouyang Rong nodded and said without changing his expression:
"I just finished washing the dishes and found that the kitchen was a little dirty, so I worked with the embroiderer and tidied it up together. Now it's clean, and the embroiderer will feel comfortable using the kitchen later."
Fang Shengnan didn't see the slender figure in the kitchen behind her, wiping with a cloth in front of the stove, her little head lowered.
She looked at Ouyang Rong suspiciously.
I found that he was also wearing an apron, and there were some water stains on the apron.
His chest was bulging, as if something had been stuffed inside.
In addition, Fang Shengnan also found that Mr. Ouyang's hair crown was a bit messy, with a few strands of flowing black hair falling down his forehead, adding a bit of elegance, but his sideburns looked more like they had been scratched.
Her hair was still wet, as if it was wet with sweat. From the looks of it, she was quite tired from cleaning up the kitchen just now, and her range of motion was not small.
In addition, there were some drops of water hanging on his forehead, chin, neck and other places. He had just washed his face with clean water in a hurry before coming out. He had no time to wipe it off, and there was still water on his hands.
The clean water used to wash the face was mixed with the original sweat drops, making it difficult to tell the difference for a while.
"Master Ouyang is very hot?"
Fang Shengnan asked.
"Yes, a little bit, I forgot to open the window."
Ouyang Rong was wiping his hands with his apron and was about to lower his head to wipe his face. When he realized something, he stopped and calmly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuffs.
Without leaving Fang Shengnan free to look at it for too long, he immediately returned to the kitchen and opened the window on the other side for ventilation.
When passing by the stove, Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse of something pale pink on the ground.
Stuck in the blind spot of Fang Shengnan's field of vision, he stretched out his foot and kicked the pale pink embroidered shoe to the edge of the embroiderer's floor-length skirt.
He wiped away his sweat, looked calm, and walked towards Fang Shengnan, just blocking her view.
Behind her, beside the stove, Zhao Qingxiu touched a commonly used real rag and immediately put the wet cloth in her hand into her arms.
Under the hem of the floor-length skirt, a delicate and skinny small foot was exposed. The arch of the foot was forward and the ankle was white. It hooked the light pink embroidered shoes that rolled towards her. She immediately put them on and retracted them into the hem of the floor-length skirt.
In this scene, it's like Xiaohe is showing off her sharp corners.
It turned out that under her skirt, only one foot was wearing embroidered shoes, and her little foot had been bare just now.
As for the embroidered shoes, but where did the socks go...who knows.
How did Fang Shengnan at the door know about these little tricks?
"Ms. Fang is not awake?"
Ouyang Rong walked out of the kitchen, passed by Fang Shengnan, and changed the topic.
The latter's eyes were attracted to him and he shook his head:
"Sister is still sleeping."
"Ms. Fang's sleep quality is really enviable."
"My sister is amazing. I like to toss and kick the quilt when I sleep since I was a child. My sister sleeps with me and she won't be woken up by my movements."
Ouyang Rong nodded seriously:
"As expected, she has a calm temper even when she is sleeping. Your sister is someone who does big things."
"Master Ouyang, please don't joke."
Ouyang Rong greeted:
"Let's go, there is still some work in the kitchen, let the embroiderer take care of it, let's not go in and get in the way."
Fang Shengnan looked back at Yue Virgin Master Qianying who ignored her in the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and followed Ouyang Rong.
The two of them walked to the stone table in the center of the courtyard and sat down.
Fang Shengnan still felt something was wrong.
"You just cleaned up the kitchen, why didn't you make any noise?"
Ouyang Rong said "Oh" and looked a little embarrassed:
"The embroiderer just dozed off, her head lowered and raised for a while. I was afraid of waking her up, so I moved a little softly, and then I felt sleepy. I almost fell asleep, so... I washed my face with water.
"
He explained while wiping his cheeks with a clean sleeve.
"Is that so... If you doze off, no wonder the sound is so rhythmic... You don't make any sound..."
Fang Shengnan lowered his head and muttered, thoughtfully.
"What rhythm?" Ouyang Rong looked confused.
"fine."
Fang Shengnan shook his head.
After being quiet for a while, he took the hot tea from Ouyang Rong and tasted it.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head to sip the tea and glanced at Fang Shengnan from the corner of his eye. Seeing that she was quiet and didn't ask any questions, he put down the tea cup and let out a long breath.
When he was relaxed, Fang Shengnan suddenly spoke:
"Brother Ouyang, were you bullying Xiu Niang just now?"
Ouyang Rong almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
He covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then swallowed the tea and shook his head:
"What are you talking about? There's no such thing as bullying."
"Then why did the embroiderer's face turn so red just now?"
"I……"
Fang Shengnan crossed his chest, brows in thought, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Don't try to bluff me, something is definitely wrong."
She moaned:
"And last time, when I entered the kitchen in the middle of the way, why were you and Xiu Niang lying on the stove? How did you clean up the kitchen?
"Okay, I just told you not to bully Xiu Niang during dinner, but it took me a nap..."
Before Fang Shengnan could finish speaking, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly walked out.
The blush on her face had almost completely faded away, and she looked a little cold and quiet, which made Fang Shengnan wonder if he had just seen it wrong.
"What a blush."
Ouyang Rong turned around and asked again out of curiosity.
Fang Shengnan was speechless.
[Please keep your voice down, Mrs. Fang is still on her lunch break]
Zhao Qingxiu was blindfolded and her face was drooped, writing on the table.
Only then did Ouyang Rong and Fang Shengnan calm down.
Not long after, Fang Shengnan returned to the west wing after warning the mischievous Mr. Ouyang with a glare.
Only Zhao Qingxiu and Ouyang Rong were left.
Ouyang Rong stepped forward to help Zhao Qingxiu.
Was pushed by the latter.
[Tanlangjing bullies people]
After she finished writing, she turned her back and ignored him.
Ouyang Rong was embarrassed: "The embroiderer is so beautiful, it's my fault... I didn't keep my mind calm."
[If you are not beautiful, you don’t blame me. I, I pushed you, it was you who wanted it]
Ouyang Rong blurted out:
"Then you also grabbed me, pulled me back, and then hugged my head and didn't let go, almost suffocating me to death..."
She immediately turned around and stretched her hand to Ouyang Rong's face in embarrassment, probably trying to cover his mouth, but she accidentally hit the bridge of his nose with her fingertips.
Ouyang Rong covered his nose, and Zhao Qingxiu slapped his enemy's chest sadly, but did not dare to really hurt him. His pitiful little face was full of resentment.
"Okay, no more talking."
Ouyang Rong held her hand.
As if remembering something, he took out a ball of crumpled cloth from his arms and stuffed it into her hand.
It's vaguely made of light silk, but it's a little wet and wrinkled...
As soon as Zhao Qingxiu touched it in her hand, she quickly put the bellyband and panties into her arms.
After finally taking off the red glow, her little face turned red again, and her ear beads seemed to be dripping with blood.
Zhao Qingxiu buried her face in his arms.
Don't dare to look up.
Ouyang Rong didn't dare to tease her anymore.
Afraid that her eyes would turn red from crying due to embarrassment.
It's not without precedent.
This was often the case a few times ago.
The two cuddled for a while.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly raised her head, with a serious face, and wrote on his chest:
[Tanlang, you can’t act like this anymore. I’ve eaten bone marrow in the past two days. I’ll have to exercise restraint in the future.]
"It makes sense, but what Xiu Niang said is unconvincing."
Ouyang Rong said seriously.
Zhao Qingxiu:......
[No matter what, you have to listen to me next time, Tanlang listen...be obedient and be good]
Before Ouyang Rong could bargain, Zhao Qingxiu had already lowered her head and leaned against him again.
Ouyang Rong felt an index finger drawing circles on his chest.
After a while, the little head in his arms tilted slightly.
She fell asleep.
It seems that I have been tortured enough just now and my body and bones are exhausted.
Ouyang Rong exhaled, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.
[Merits: 5108]
On the first night, during the three rounds, Du gave the embroiderer two thousand merits, Ziwu.
Afterwards, more than 6,300 merits were left.
In the past few days, the two of them had a strong and lingering relationship, which continued on and off several times, and Ouyang Rong gave Xiao two thousand merit points.
But plus the seven to eight hundred merits that have been growing in other places.
At this moment, there are 5,108 merits left.
"I always feel like I can't stand it anymore. I have to earn more merit to support my embroiderer..."
Ouyang Rong muttered.
He lowered his head and glanced at Zhao Qingxiu.
The palms of his hands gently held her little face, which was sleeping peacefully.
I don’t know if it’s his imagination, but Xiu Niang’s skin seems to be glowing, and her face, which was originally so thin and lovable, has a little baby fat. Maybe it’s because she eats with him on time every day, and then... she was blessed by merit again.
After Ziwu is fed, the nutrition will naturally increase.
However, the bones of the body are still slender, weak, and charming.
Ouyang Rong didn't know what impact the little four thousand merit purple mist injected in the past few days had on the embroiderer's cultivation. After all, he couldn't take the initiative to ask.
But just by making her body and bones better, Ouyang Rong was already very satisfied with her condition.
In addition, Ouyang Rong can actually feel that Xiu Niang is actually actively cooperating, and even studies hard, but it cannot be said that she is very traditional and very thin-skinned...
Although he had hoped that the meritorious purple mist could cure Xiu Niang's blindness and muteness.
But some things can't be forced, so you have to take your time. If it doesn't work this time, just try next time. You can always find a way.
The current changes in Xiu Niang's body at least show that it is developing in a good direction. This merit Ziwu is not a bad thing. With Ouyang Rong holding on to his life-saving trump card, the more he can give to her, the better...
Ouyang Rong suddenly bent his fingers and flicked the ice-white jade hairpin pendant on her temples.
"Long Ling——"
The crisp jade sound echoed through the courtyard.
The woman in my arms slept deeper...
Half an hour later, Zhao Qingxiu woke up after a long nap, and Ouyang Rong stood up to say goodbye.
Before going out.
At the gate.
Zhao Qingxiu held a pastry box, stretched out her little hand, groped forward, and hugged Ouyang Rong's waist from behind as he was about to go out.
Put the pastry into his hand.
[Bring it to your aunt, or other women in the family]
"good."
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, glanced at Zhao Qingxiu, and nodded lightly.
There were other women around him, but he didn't hide it from Xiu Niang. She told the truth when they were in love recently.
After Ouyang Rong went out, he took a deep breath and first went to Yuan Huaimin in Chengtian Temple.
Under Li Yu's surprised gaze, he took a bath familiarly and changed into a pair of clean clothes, well, they belonged to Yuan Huaimin.
I just went out and felt a little refreshed.
Get on the carriage and prepare for Ali to drive back to Jiangzhou Hall.
"Big brother."
At this moment, halfway along the road, a gust of fragrant wind broke into the carriage.
Dressed in red like fire, she is the junior sister.
Followed by Yan Liulang.
Yan Liulang looked at Mingfu with a slightly guilty and worried look.
The latter shook his head gently, and Yan Liulang then stepped back. Just now, the junior sister must have looked for him first and was dragged away.
"Little junior sister, what's the matter, why are you in such a hurry?"
Ouyang Rong asked seriously.
"Hey, where did this dress come from? How come I haven't seen my senior brother wear it before?" Xie Lingjiang looked him up and down and asked first.
"Brother Huaimin, I borrowed some clothes and took a bath at his place. I was sweating this morning..."
"Oh, don't be too tired..." Xie Lingjiang said softly. Halfway through his words, he noticed that his senior brother had handed a piece of pastry to his mouth.
She was stunned for a moment, took a bite of the pastry, nodded slightly, and continued:
"The prince is back."
"Where is it?" Ouyang Rong immediately became energetic.
"We've arrived at the palace." Xie Lingjiang hesitated: "But..."
"But what?"
"The Crown Prince did not come back alone, there was a group of people escorting him back."
"Escort? What do you mean?"
"He seems to have encountered some dangers on the way."
"What danger? Who sent him back?"
"I don't know. I hurried over to inform you. It seems that there was no danger. Anyway, before I left the palace, I saw that he was fine and was surrounded by the prince and the others. Senior brother, don't worry.
"That's good." Ouyang Rong exhaled slightly.
Xie Lingjiang continued:
"Three hundred soldiers from the Xuanwu Battalion under Qin Changshi were sent back to send the prince back, and there was also an old acquaintance."
"who?"
"Miaozhen, Caichang, the female history supervisor who used to supervise our palace in Longcheng, has come back for some reason."
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.
The two chatted for a while, and the carriage quickly rushed to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.