Chapter 659: The Embroiderer’s Hobbies and Rewards [Please vote for me!]
"Strange, why do you drink duck soup stewed with bamboo shoots every day these days?"
Fang Shengnan was curious.
Fang raised his sleeves across the table and glared at her. Fang Shengnan lowered his head and muttered:
"I'm really tired of drinking it. Isn't this product nourishing blood and nourishing the kidneys? I'm not weak. If I drink too much, I will easily get hot and dry..."
"It's good if you have something to drink. How can you talk so much?"
Fang raised his sleeves and scolded.
Ouyang Rong, who was sitting side by side with Zhao Qingxiu, paused.
Glancing at the bamboo shoots stewed in duck soup.
He then looked at Xiu Niang, who was holding a bowl in both hands and sipping soup.
In the evening, the setting sun fell on the white face of the embroiderer, and her little face covered with a ribbon was somewhat delicate and charming.
The last batch of fresh bamboo shoots was divided into three parts by Ouyang Rong, and the last part was brought to the quiet courtyard.
In fact, Ouyang Rong also felt a little hot after drinking.
Because of Rong Zhen's request, he often dealt with Tang these days.
Whether it was the soup made by Princess Wei Mei or the soup he asked Ye Weilai to make, I have tasted them all.
But it's not as strong as the duck meat and bamboo shoot soup stewed by Xiu Niang.
After drinking less than half a bowl, your body will feel warm.
Ouyang Rong fiddled with the soup bowl with a porcelain spoon and discovered something strange.
There are wolfberry and other medicinal residues inside.
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows.
It turns out that this is not an ordinary duck meat and bamboo shoot soup. Xiu Niang has added some extra ingredients to it. This should belong to the category of medicinal diet, right?
Strange, who is adding this thing to?
He thought of something and stopped talking.
In fact, the first time Ouyang Rong heard about this bamboo shoot soup to replenish blood, the first thing he thought of was Xiu Niang. He wanted to get some to replenish Xiu Niang, who was as thin as anemia.
But Xiu Niang seemed to have a different idea than him.
"Why don't Mr. Ouyang come here less recently? Is the official business here at Xingzifang over?"
Fang Jiuxiu suddenly asked.
Ouyang Rong withdrew his attention and answered casually:
"Absolutely. I've been busy with other things recently."
"That Mrs. Pei, Master Ouyang is not with her?"
"What's the meaning?"
Ouyang Rong didn't react for a moment?
"fine."
Fang raised his sleeves and shook his head gently.
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and said seriously:
"In Xingzifang, the remaining matters related to the renovation of the old house will be left to Mrs. Pei. She has experience and there is no need for me to keep an eye on it."
"Um."
Fang raised his sleeves and nodded, then shook his head.
Some are doubtful.
"Um, what does Mrs. Fang want to say?"
Ouyang Rong asked curiously.
Fang raised his sleeves without raising his eyelids and ate quietly. After a while, he bit his chopsticks and said softly:
"Actually, it's better to have less contact."
"What's the meaning?"
"My little girl heard that businessmen are only interested in profit and are somewhat cunning and treacherous. Brother Ouyang is already a state official at a young age and has a promising future. You need to be more careful..."
Ouyang Rong laughed:
"Thank you, Madam Fang, for reminding me."
Fang Juxiu saw that he agreed without saying anything, and shook his head imperceptibly.
After a while, she went to take a look at the expression of the young master next to her.
I noticed that Zhao Qingxiu's face was calm and she was taking small sips of rice into her mouth, as if she didn't care about those words.
Fang raised his sleeves and sighed softly.
Fang Shengnan didn't know about these voiceovers at the dinner table. While Ouyang Rong and Fang raised his sleeves to chat, he showed off most of the dishes. He accidentally burped and quickly covered his mouth.
Ouyang Rong and Fang Juxiu were stunned for a moment, and both couldn't help laughing.
As dinner came to an end, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly stood up, groping forward with both hands, and picked up the soup bowl that the Fang sisters had finished drinking.
She walked to the kitchen, and soon she filled two bowls of duck and bamboo shoot soup and returned to the table.
[There is still a little bit left in the pot, just enough for two bowls, Xiu Niang, ladies and gentlemen, you drink]
Fang raised his sleeves and Fang Shengnan was already full, but Zhao Qingxiu rarely made any requests. After all, His Excellency Yue Chunxi served the soup himself.
The two girls had no choice but to continue drinking.
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiu Niang didn't feed him.
After dinner.
Zhao Qingxiu took over the dishwashing job alone as usual.
Ouyang Rong subconsciously wanted to follow him.
Bang!
There was a soft sound and the kitchen door was closed.
Ouyang Rong looked slightly embarrassed.
In the yard behind him, Fang Shengnan, who was practicing sword dancing, looked at him with a strange look. However, when Ouyang Rong turned around and walked over, he quickly calmed down and continued to dance, but his posture was a little messy.
Ouyang Rong ignored her and walked over to open the piano case he carried with him.
"Is this the piano that Brother Ouyang often brings?"
Fang Shengnan was halfway through his sword dance when he turned his head and curiously looked at the piano case that Ouyang Rong was opening.
"Almost, it belongs to Brother Huaimin."
"oh?"
Ouyang Rong tried the piano.
Tomorrow he was going to see the old man, but Ouyang Rong couldn't really bring [Craftsman] there, so he came to the quiet courtyard and stopped by Yuan Huaimin to borrow a good piano.
Fang Shengnan listened curiously for a while, yawned, and felt bored, but his body felt a bit hot after a meal.
She picked up her sister and was about to go for a walk.
Fang Juxiu shook his head:
"I'm tired, so let's go back to the house and rest. Katsuo, if you want to play, you can go by yourself."
"Oh, I'll go too."
Fang Shengnan nodded and followed closely, muttering in his mouth:
"I also feel a little sleepy. It's strange. For those of you who didn't feel sleepy after eating well before, could it be caused by this thing..."
The Fang sisters got up and returned to the west wing.
At first, in the brightly lit west wing, there were faint sounds of two women talking.
After a while, the sound disappeared, and there was a faint sound of a heroic heroine sound asleep.
Ouyang Rong didn't pay much attention to this. He was still practicing music carefully in the courtyard and adjusting the strings.
A quarter of an hour later, the sunset in the distant sky receded.
Darkness falls on the earth.
When Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, there was no sound in the courtyard. Seeing that it was getting late, he got up to pack the piano case and leave.
"Ah...ah..."
There was a sudden sound from behind, attracting Ouyang Rong's attention.
He looked back.
At the door of the main wing, a slender figure appeared.
It was the embroiderer. She didn't know when she got up. She finished washing the dishes and went back to the room.
At this moment, she was holding a pile of clean Confucian shirts in both hands, standing at the door, blindfolded and "looking" in his direction.
I don't know how long I stood silently waiting for him.
Ouyang Rong apologizes:
"Sorry, I was too involved just now. Well, it's getting late. I have something to do tomorrow. Xiu Niang, please rest first..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Qingxiu had already stepped forward and stuffed a set of clean clothes into his arms.
"What is this for..."
"Ahhh."
Zhao Qingxiu pointed at the sweat on his neck and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
Ouyang Rongzheng asked: "Let me take a bath and go?"
"Um."
Zhao Qingxiu bent her neck slightly and lowered her head in response.
She suddenly turned around and walked to the kitchen, seemingly to get some boiling water.
I saw the heat rising from the stove and the embroiderer's busy and lovable back.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, put down the piano case, hugged a clean shirt, and walked to the bathroom...
After two sticks of incense.
In the bathroom filled with mist.
Ouyang Rong lay with his head up in the tub.
Cover your face with a hot towel.
There are some herbs floating on the hot water in the bucket.
Ouyang Rong didn't know what it was used for. The embroiderer poured it in when she was just pouring hot water. It seemed to be some kind of medicinal bath prepared for him.
Some time ago, Xiu Niang made a three-day agreement with him because she was worried about his health, and set a limit of three days of abstinence with him.
Ouyang Rong roughly understood what this was tending to do.
"No wonder it gets hotter and hotter..."
He took a deep breath.
However, when Xiu Niang came to pour him hot water just now, Ouyang Rong still held back and did not cause trouble.
Mainly because it was still early, the Fang sisters were still in the yard, and it wasn't the middle of the night.
If it is done forcefully, the embroiderer will definitely not be happy.
In addition, Ouyang Rong cannot stay out tonight and must go back early.
Looking at it this way, the chances are slim.
He was originally going to ask about the reward.
But the embroiderer didn't mention it, so Ouyang Rong thought about it and didn't take the initiative to ask.
Ouyang Rong sighed.
In fact, just after drinking the soup, he felt a little hot inside his body. Fang Nuxia was right, this soup was indeed making people restless...
At the moment, the only one who can make Ouyang Rong so obedient is Xiu Niang.
He has never denied that he actually feels guilty towards Xiu Niang...
When thinking wildly.
There was a faint "squeak" sound coming from the door.
Ouyang Rong wondered at first if he had heard wrongly.
After waiting quietly for a while, there was no sound again, and he continued to cover his face with a towel.
But at this moment, a small "bang" sound of the door closing was heard, which was captured by Ouyang Rong's ears.
Someone comes in.
"who?"
Ouyang Rong was curious and immediately reacted and asked tentatively:
"Embroiderer? Did you forget to take some clothes? Just leave them outside. I'll finish washing them later... um."
Ouyang Rong suddenly paused in his words.
Because in the hazy mist before my eyes, a beautiful figure walked out from behind the screen that covered the bathtub.
But this is not the key to why Ouyang Rong is stunned.
The key is that the figure of Xiu Niang seems to have long black hair hanging on her snow-white shoulders, and she is only wearing... two pieces of underwear, a bellyband and trousers in matching colors.
She did indeed hold clothes in her hands.
It's not Ouyang Rong's, it's the one the embroiderer took off just now.
"you……"
Before he could speak, Zhao Qingxiu had already walked over with her head buried and put the clothes she had taken off in the basket containing his dirty clothes.
Because her back was to Ouyang Rong, he could see her thin, snow-white back, which was only tied with a bow-tie rope. It was whiter than the hazy mist in the bathroom. The contrast between the two made the surrounding environment look bleak.
The water mist clings greedily to the slippery snow back, like a winter night pearl covered with a layer of frost.
In front of the clothes basket, Zhao Qingxiu turned her back to Ouyang Rong. As if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her calf, reached back without looking back, and pulled off the socks on her calf, revealing a delicate foot.
It turned out that she was wearing not just two pieces of underwear, but four.
Includes two pale pink foot socks to wrap your feet.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong smiled dumbly.
He suddenly remembered a little hobby of Xiu Niang.
She likes to collect foot socks,
Normally Pei Shisanniang would go shopping with her, and the embroiderer was very frugal and didn't spend much money, but Pei Shisanniang insisted on inviting her and took her to the coat shop. After entering, the embroiderer was too embarrassed to leave empty-handed.
I could only buy one or two pieces that I liked and thought would be useful, preferably cheap... So I bought two pairs of foot socks as a token token and took them back happily.
At first, when Pei Shisanniang told Ouyang Rong about this, he didn't pay much attention.
Until a few days ago, Ouyang Rong accidentally saw two rows of neatly stacked clean foot socks in Xiu Niang's closet. They were colorful and many of them were brand new.
She couldn't wear it at all.
But the always frugal embroiderer didn't want too much, and kept adding more. Every time she bought something and washed it, she groped to the wardrobe and put it away carefully, with a look of satisfaction and joy on her little blindfolded face...
Maybe even the embroiderer herself didn't realize she had this hobby.
Ouyang Rong's eyes held back laughter.
At this time, he saw the embroiderer paused as she put down her dirty clothes, turned her head and looked in the direction of the west wing outside. She picked up his dirty clothes again, and put her own clothes underneath to cover them.
Ouyang Rong didn't quite understand this detail.
Zhao Qingxiu had already walked over, picked up the towel on Ouyang Rong's face, tilted her head, and wiped him gently.
Her soft fingertips touched the skin of his neck from time to time.
There seemed to be electricity in the pads of his fingers, and Ouyang Rong trembled subconsciously.
itch.
Zhao Qingxiu wrote on his chest:
[You...get out of the way]
Ouyang Rong immediately gave up his seat obediently.
Zhao Qingxiu borrowed the stool and walked into the barrel step by step.
She held her chest with both hands, lowered her head to adapt, and then started to free her hands to wipe Ouyang Rong's body with a towel.
Zhao Qingxiu buried her little head deeply and did not dare to look at him.
He raised his hand and wiped it with the towel in his hand, but accidentally wiped his face.
"What are you doing?"
Ouyang Rong leaned back, wiped his face, and asked blankly.
Zhao Qingxiu stood up suddenly, regretting and wanted to run away.
Ouyang Rong suddenly hugged the delicate girl who turned around.
"You're already here, why are you running? Wait a minute...they're still in the house, haven't they slept?"
【She, they slept】
"What if I wake up?" Ouyang Rong asked in a low voice.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't answer.
I don't know if I heard what he said.
After being hugged, her whole body became limp.
The fingers that try to write also tremble slightly, like a willow tree in the wind:
[Tan Lang lets go, I won’t wash anymore, I won’t wash anymore...]
Although she had been preparing for a long time, when she actually faced her face to face, she was almost crying with embarrassment as she was stared at by her sweetheart who could almost imagine her.
When Zhao Qingxiu came in, she had already taken off her blindfold ribbon and only had two small clothes on her body.
Seeing his little daughter-in-law's panicked look with tears in her eyes, Ouyang Rong suddenly blinked:
"Is this the reward prepared by the embroiderer? Give me a bath?"
Zhao Qingxiu tried her best to turn her head.
[Let go and take a good bath]
"Then don't run."
The corners of Zhao Qingxiu's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
Ouyang Rong also kept his arms around her.
The two of them seemed exhausted.
If the enemy does not move, I will not move.
Under Ouyang Rong's gaze, after a long while, Zhao Qingxiu finally nodded imperceptibly, reluctantly.
Ouyang Rong then carefully let go of his hand.
"Then embroiderer, rub it, I can't move anymore."
Zhao Qingxiu was about to lean forward, but her jade leg below seemed to hit something, and she shrank back in fright.
It was like being stung by a cactus.
"Pah...!"
She patted his shirtless arm and pursed her lips.
Ouyang Rong coughed, turned around obediently, and lay on the edge of the bucket, with his hands spread out.
"Is this okay?"
"Um."
Zhao Qingxiu's voice was as thin as a mosquito's.
Ouyang Rong turned around quietly, bullying her out of sight.
At this moment, the water in the bucket was up to their chests.
There was mist all around, and now that he was up close, he could clearly see what Zhao Qingxiu was wearing.
Today's set of bellybands and trousers are in vermilion, with two mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on them.
After being wetted with water, she stuck it on her skin as smooth as milk.
It should be new. He has never seen it before. He doesn't know if Pei Shisanniang bought it for her.
No wonder when I saw Pei Shisanniang in the past two days, the latter smiled at the corners of her mouth, and even blinked her eyes when they met today...
At this moment when the air is heating up.
Ouyang Rong took the time to look at the blue-gold font on the small wooden fish in the Gongde Tower.