Chapter 649: Delicate Wei Lai, each has its own merits [Please vote for me!]
"Rong Nu Shi should be careful. She and the Supervisory Yuan are now incompatible with Yun Mengyue Nu."
At night, in the back room of Yubingzhai, Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment and nodded lightly.
Ye Weilai has indeed grown up a lot now. When she first picked her up from the carriage shop in Longcheng, she was only five buckets of rice and weighed sixty kilograms. She was so thin that she couldn't be any thinner.
Now, not only has the height increased by a head, reaching Ouyang Rong's chin, but the bones in his body are also much heavier, but more of them are in the places where flesh should be grown. They mature and give birth earlier than Han girls, and they are vaguely like Western exotic women.
The body trend is bulging forward and backward, with a thin waist and long legs.
For example, at this moment, she was sitting in Ouyang Rong's arms, and her buttocks were pressed against one of Ouyang Rong's legs, making her feel heavy and not as skinny as the embroidered lady.
The most important thing is that Ye Weila's hair is still very thick and lush, with beautiful silver-white long hair, as smooth as water, draped on her shoulders.
After returning to the room at night, Ye Weilai took off her underskirt and changed into a looser light pink silk nightgown. Ouyang Rong only needed to pull it casually with his hands to reveal a round and small shoulder with skin as white as snow.
I don’t know if it was specially worn for Ouyang Rong.
However, Ouyang Rong was very busy these days, leaving early and returning late, so he did not pay much attention to family affairs.
But Ye Weilai is neither noisy nor fussy. During the day, she either follows Zhen Shuyuan to learn how to run a household, or asks Miss Xie for advice on the Six Arts, or learns embroidery etiquette from the maids such as Banxi... She becomes more and more intelligent and showy.
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In the evening, she had to take care of Tan Lang, who returned tired and had no intention of talking. The latter could occasionally find time to assign Ye Weilai homework for the next stage, and at the same time respond to the questions she specially left for advice.
She took care of the Yinbingzhai in an orderly manner, and at the same time, she was completely integrated into the prosperous life of a girl from the Han family in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Although Ouyang Rong was busy, he silently observed these things.
"On Mrs. Zhen's side, the slave family is here to help, but on Mrs. Xie and Rong Zhen's side, Tan Lang still needs to work harder."
Ye Weilai pointed her chin with her index finger and nodded.
Ouyang Rong originally nodded, paused, and frowned:
"No matter how hard Rong Nu Shi tries, it's enough to prevent her from seeing her. If she still wants to reconcile, we all know that they are incompatible with each other."
Ye Weilai's eyes turned up slightly and glanced at Ouyang Rong:
"We still have to work hard, what if...what if she also comes to attend Mrs. Zhen's birthday ceremony? Or she suddenly comes to the Huaiye Lane mansion one day."
Ouyang Rong frowned, as if thinking about this possibility.
Ye Weilai didn't rush her. She sat obediently on Ouyang Rong's lap, her legs swaying slightly. She took a comb and slowly combed the long silver hair on her shoulders... After taking a bath at night, she likes to let her thick silver hair hang loose.
, put them on your shoulders.
"What is Tanlang's attitude toward Yunmeng Jianze now?"
Ye Weilai asked softly.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, and after a while, said softly:
"Except for the embroiderer's matter, we owe nothing to each other."
Ye Weilai was not surprised when she finally heard the word "Xiu Niang" from Tan Lang's mouth.
Ever since they tasted the cakes made by Xiu Niang, the two of them had tacitly understood each other about "Xiu Niang" in the past two days. Ye Weilai did not directly identify who "she" was in her conversation.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:
"When I was controlling floods in Longcheng, I fell into coma for the second time and was admitted to the Sanhui Courtyard of Donglin Temple. Did you come to visit me?"
Ye Weilai was slightly startled and shook her head: "Don't you remember, Tanlang? At that time, Nu'er and aunt were still in our hometown of Nanlong. It was you who urged us to go back in advance to celebrate the Ghost Festival."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Oh, yes, so at that time I only had my junior sister with me, my mentor and the others were there?"
"Hmm. Why does Tanlang ask about this?"
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and shook his head gently: "It's okay."
Ye Weilai continued to lower her head and comb her long silver hair on her shoulders.
It did not disturb Ouyang Rong's thoughts.
Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to twist a strand of silver-white hair, and rubbed it between his fingers.
Perhaps because she made osmanthus cake in the evening, there was a faint scent of osmanthus in Ye Weila's neck and hair, which was sweet and pleasant.
He suddenly picked up Ye Weilai on his lap and put her down.
In front of the table, both of them stood up.
"What's the matter, Tanlang?" Ye Weilai said subconsciously: "Do you want to take a shower and change clothes?"
Ouyang Rong took her hand:
"No. I've finished washing. I'll have to wash it again later. It's troublesome."
"Is Tanlang going out tonight?"
Ye Weilai was curious, but didn't care. She put down her comb and prepared the study:
"The slave went to study and write. Tanlang came back and called me..."
Ouyang Rong picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth. He ate a few bites to replenish his energy. He walked quickly, came behind Ye Weilai, and picked her up as she exhaled in surprise.
"Ah, what are Tanlang doing..."
Ouyang Rong weighed it and muttered: "It's a lot heavier."
Ye Weila blushed with embarrassment and whispered: "Isn't Tanlang going out?"
Ouyang Rong didn't answer and asked:
"What did you just say you were going to do?"
"Reading and writing..."
"Then read and write, Tanlang will teach you."
Ouyang Rong nodded seriously.
Ye Weilai always felt that what Tan Lang said about reading and writing was a little different from what she wanted to read and write, which made the young girl feel confused and shy at the same time.
At this time, I heard Tan Lang murmuring:
"Well, let's try it again and see if it can be delivered..."
"What kind of ferry?" Ye Weilai looked confused.
Ouyang Rong didn't answer, turned around and went to bed with Ye Weilai in his arms, running in the opposite direction of the bedroom.
She suddenly stopped talking.
In the hugged position, she buried her face firmly into his chest and clothes.
The girl's long silver hair just fell to the ground, dragging on the reddish-brown carpet. It was whiter and brighter than the moonlight outside the door tonight.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the cry of an unknown bird came from the night outside the window...
At a certain moment, Ye Weila suddenly remembered the sunset in the sky that Ouyang Rong saw before he came back in the evening.
That piece of rosy cloud was pressed at the bottom of the huge sky. It was red and hot, warm and rolling, and it silently bore the weight of the night and the mountain.
Finally, the fiery red clouds lay in the distant sky, flowing with the wind, and occasional showers of rain fell. They were so lazy that they didn't want to move a finger anymore, floating slowly, and sinking into the deepest night...
…
Dark as ink.
The sound of gongs at midnight could be heard outside the window.
On the desk, a lamp lit up.
Ouyang Rong put out the fire, sat down at the table, took a long breath, and rubbed his face.
The light illuminated his slender body, which was only covered with a thin green shirt.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked in the direction of the room. He had just put a quilt on a girl with disheveled silver hair and dazzling white skin.
The latter fell into a deep sleep, her delicate body was tired, but she slept extremely soundly. She was worthy of being a girl of foreign silver-haired and blue-eyed blood. Her body and waist were very tough and could withstand heavy pressure...
Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze, supported his chin with the backs of his hands, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.
Inside the Merit Tower, it is still the same, a pure white space.
A blessing clock hangs high, and it has been silent for a while since the last time the Xiu Niang's double cultivation blessing was triggered.
Below, the round little wooden fish made a "thump" sound from time to time, which sounded loud and clear in the silent space of the Gongde Tower.
Ouyang Rong walked over and looked at the blue-gold font.
[Merit: five thousand four hundred and twenty]
Regarding the selection criteria for the infusion of merit and purple mist cultivation, he had just tried it with Ye Weila.
This was also my recent doubt, so I just asked her to test it out.
turn out……
Useless.
The blessing clock in the merit tower did not move at all.
It was not triggered, so it was impossible to inject the purple mist of merit into Ye Weilai, it was just normal joy.
Ouyang Rong's eyebrows furrowed.
He was not sure whether this was because Ye Weilai had no cultivation level but Xiu Niang had cultivation level.
Therefore, the reference group for the experiment on whether meritorious purple mist can be practiced dually is still not complete enough, and more control groups are needed.
But in this short period of time, other than Xiu Niang, where could he find such a control group? Curiosity killed the cat.
Well, my junior sister is a noblewoman of the fifth surname, a lady of the family, and for consummation of the marriage, it must be done with a matchmaker and a wedding bride.
This is also a tacit understanding between the two.
On weekdays, whether it’s washing your feet in the clear spring, tasting sweet cakes together, or checking your son’s canteen...
It's just a matter of time, a small fight, no boundary crossing.
Otherwise, let alone her mentor Xie Xun, her sister-in-law Xie Xue'e would have to peel off a layer of his skin.
Women in this era still paid great attention to chastity, such as Xiu Niang. She didn't know that Ouyang Rong had known about her identity as a child bride. The last time he took the initiative to ask about it, he almost cried in anxiety. Fortunately, Ouyang Rong responded quickly.
At present, the results obtained from the experiment with Wei Lai can only prove that Ouyang Rong cannot achieve the effect of double cultivation by consummating the marriage with an ordinary woman without Qi training.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and recalled the strange feeling when he and Xiu Niang exchanged merits and virtues.
He was curious and wanted to find out about this, not just because he wanted to be a money-giving boy, but because, in the past few days, he was somewhat surprised to find that his cultivation had improved.
Originally, he was still some distance away from reaching the eighth level of Dzogchen.
It took three to five years to practice, but after a little uncontrolled sex with the embroiderer, my cultivation reached the bottleneck.
Now it has reached the eighth level of perfection. After crossing the bottleneck, it is the light red seventh level!
In this state similar to dual cultivation, it is surprising that he can also benefit jointly.
But if you think about it carefully, dual cultivation and dual cultivation must not only benefit one person, otherwise wouldn't this be what Taoism calls a tripod?
Ouyang Rong left the merit tower, closed his eyes and looked inside, feeling the deep blue aura flowing steadily in his Dantian, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
As we all know, the ninth and eighth grades are lower-grade Qi practitioners.
The seventh and sixth grades are middle-grade Qi practitioners.
Next, entering the seventh level from the eighth level is a very important threshold.
Once crossed, the dark blue aura turns into crimson aura, which will be a qualitative leap. The sword wielder's magical power of the tripod sword will be greatly improved, such as "Return to Come", the range of the sword will be increased, but the time consumption will be reduced; and
"Empty nature of dependent origination"...
"Sword Art."
He suddenly opened his eyes and murmured to himself:
"There is still a sword secret left, it is best to have another promotion ceremony."
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"Mrs. Fang, is Nvxia Fang staying here? Isn't your family worried?"
Noon, quiet courtyard.
Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu, Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan were eating at the same table.
Ouyang Rong put down the bowl and asked curiously.
Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan looked at each other.
"I heard that the incense in Chengtian Temple is very effective, so my sister and I planned to pay our respects one more time. However, the guest houses in Chengtian Temple were full, so we had to stay overnight with the young master and the embroiderer. Don't worry.
"By the way, I didn't bother you."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "No."
After a pause, he said calmly:
"As long as it doesn't disturb your lunch break."
"Lunch break?" Fang raised his sleeves curiously?
Fang Shengnan blushed a little and lowered his head to eat.
Ouyang Rong said again: "You live here, the embroiderer's complexion has improved a lot."
Fang raised his sleeves and nodded, but found that Fang Shengnan's head was lowered while he was eating.
The same goes for the little master opposite, his ears seem to be a little red.
Ouyang Rong asked again about worshiping the Buddha, but Fang Jiuxiu was very tight-lipped and did not give any clues about Yizhi Zen Master.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
Recently, the activities of the Fang sisters have been limited to Chengtian Temple. The information they have received is that although the outpost has been demolished, Liulang's officers and soldiers are still patrolling in Xingzifang to search for the identities and deeds of suspicious persons.
The Fang sisters couldn't move around in the city, and couldn't leave the area around Xingzi Lake, so naturally they couldn't find out much information.
Regarding this, Ouyang Rong is happy to see the success.
Although as the chief official of Jiangzhou, he has kept a low profile since he took office as governor. Except for his personal appearance at the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the first phase of low-rent housing in Qingyang Heng Street, other than that, all matters in Xingzifang during this period were Pei Shisan.
My mother showed her face.
Therefore, not many people in the city knew about his appearance as the governor of Jiangzhou. They had only heard of the name "Ouyang Lianghan".
He has been in contact with the Fang sisters for so long, often talking to each other, and gradually made this point clear.
There is no need to worry about this for now.
In addition, Yan Liulang checked all the people the Fang sisters came into contact with at Chengtian Temple.
It's all still under control right now.
Yan Liulang asked if he should arrest the Fang sisters and those from Chengtian Temple, but Ouyang Rong temporarily restrained him.
Not long after, after eating, Ouyang Rongben walked to the lobby under Fang Shengnan's gaze. He was not going to the kitchen. Last time, Xiu Niang had set a rule to be moderate, so even though he was washing dishes normally, he was still easily misunderstood by Fang Shengnan.
, he was still a little embarrassed.
Who knows, Xiu Niang came over, pulled his cuffs, and then walked to the kitchen alone.
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment and had to follow him. He was caught washing dishes!
"Master, is there anything I can help you with?" Fang Juxiu looked at this scene curiously and was about to go take a look, but was pulled back by Fang Shengnan.
"What's wrong with Katsuo?"
"No, it's okay, sister, let's go back to the house, I'm suddenly sleepy."
Fang Juxiu was pulled into the room by Fang Shengnan.
Ouyang Rong followed Xiu Niang into the kitchen.
On the way, I couldn't help but look at the embroiderer's slender back. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that the embroiderer had been taking a lot of initiative recently.
Could it be that the merit purple mist had an influence?