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Chapter 629: The embroiderer is guaranteed to be sweet, and the peach blossom blessing is guaranteed to be exchanged [ask for a monthly ticket! ]

Ever since the embroiderer moved into the quiet courtyard and started cooking for him.

Ouyang Rong became addicted to washing dishes, no, housework.

How great it is to wash dishes. It can help digest food after a meal; you can be alone with the embroiderer, shoulder to shoulder, and touch shoulders from time to time; and it can also help develop tacit understanding.

How to cultivate it specifically is that I brush mine, you brush yours, you brush mine, I brush yours... In the end, won't we stick together after brushing for a while? Like the two of them right now.

Well, mainly the graceful posture of the embroiderer wearing an apron and facing away from people is very beautiful.

For some reason, a woman wearing an apron while washing dishes seems to have a special sense of virtue and dignity, which fits the breakdown of the Chinese character “安” (An) into two parts: a daughter in the family represents peace.

In addition, I have to say that the kitchen is also a good place, not only for cooking and washing dishes...

In front of the sink, the atmosphere remained quiet for who knows how long.

Until Ouyang Rong tried to break it.

"Well, if you don't say anything, it means you agree?" he suggested seriously.

Ouyang Rong was originally holding one of her delicate little hands to wash it, when he suddenly felt his hand was empty, and his palm was actually grabbed by the embroiderer.

“Ahhhh…”

Zhao Qingxiu clasped Ouyang Rong's hands tightly with her two little hands, opened her mouth wide, made panicked noises, and shook her head, causing the ice-white jade pendant on her hair to make a crisp "linglingling" sound.

This scene is like a little girl who is holding her brother's clothes at the door of the dentist and is afraid to go in.

"Don't worry, let me ask for your opinion first. If you have any questions, you can tell me and we can discuss it slowly."

After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he turned his hand over again and grabbed her right hand, which she always used to write.

He pressed two of Zhao Qingxiu's fingers into the palm of his hand and said, "If you have something to say, write it down."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.

Ouyang Rong was smiling, but his face froze for a moment.

Zhao Qingxiu's index finger did not write anything, but kept drawing circles on the palm of his hand.

"Well, if you have something to say, write it down." Ouyang Rong said helplessly.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and continued drawing circles.

There was silence for a while by the sink.

"It's itchy, stop drawing." Ouyang Rong said seriously.

As he finished speaking, he felt the slender index finger in his palm pause, then move again.

This time, she hooked her fingers and tickled the palm of his hand repeatedly.

It was like she was tickling him, very seriously.

The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.

Ouyang Rong raised his free hand and helped her straighten the ice-white jade hairpin inserted in her thick hair.

His face was gentle.

In fact, even if Fang Juxiu didn't mention this matter today, Ouyang Rong was planning to ask about it in the next few days.

Even the Fang sisters who had just arrived could see that something was wrong between the two. This had progressed into an ambiguous relationship, which was already a bit inappropriate.

I guess only a fool like Xiu Niang would deceive herself until now and think that there is nothing wrong with the current situation...

Just like a little ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

But as a man, you should always think one step further than a woman, instead of waiting for the other party to suddenly ask you one day and catch you off guard.

"There's no point in drawing circles and being cute."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and leaned forward like a jade mountain about to fall. He asked in a slightly fierce tone, scorching and pressing:
"Well, the hairpin on your head is my mother's legacy, it's very valuable, you've been wearing it for so long, and you didn't give me an explanation, huh, this matter is not so easy to get rid of, you... even if you draw a hundred circles, it won't be enough, it won't make up for it.

"But, you can see, Xiu Niang, I am the most generous person. After all, I have eaten so many meals with you. I feel a little embarrassed. Between us good friends, this matter is not a big deal, nor a small one... It's not a big deal."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand generously, his words hinting at "coercion and inducement":
"I can still do it reluctantly, but my aunt is different. She has a bad temper and is picky. If you want to wear this hairpin properly, she has to nod her head. Do you understand?"

Zhao Qingxiu listened with a confused look on her face. Before she could react, she heard Ouyang Rong's last sentence in an emphasized tone.

"Ah... um." She hesitated and nodded her head.

Ouyang Rong pressed the corners of his mouth, frowned, pursed his lips, and looked serious. He looked at her confused face and continued:
"But don't worry, I definitely didn't ask you to come alone. I'm here with you. What's our relationship? Well, we're just old patients in Longcheng, comrades who washed dishes together, good friends who coaxed me to sleep, and we're all close friends.

"How can I just ignore you and let my aunt and the others bully you? There is no such thing as giving up between good friends. You are also not allowed to give up. Do you hear me?"

"Uh-huh."

Ouyang Rong leaned closer to her delicate pink ear and whispered:
"In fact, Auntie should have noticed you, but she never said anything. Auntie is very smart. But it's not a big problem. I'm here. Let's see how long she can endure. This is called if the enemy doesn't move, we won't move.

"If the enemy wants to move, then we will move first and catch her off guard..."

Ouyang Rong spoke in a patient and persuasive tone, and his words were well-reasoned and well-founded.

Zhao Qingxiu listened in a daze, feeling the firm confidence in Tan Lang's voice.

At the same time, the two of them were so close that his face seemed to be very close to hers, and his hot breath was inhaled by her somewhat disordered breathing.

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded hurriedly, pulled his hand out, turned back to the sink and buried his head in his work.

Why are you still washing?

Ouyang Rong took a look.

There was a bowl left in the sink.

It was delayed because of the conversation between the two of them just now, and it was not finished.

But the embroiderer was now brushing with extreme seriousness and concentration, and brushing for a long time.

It seemed that she was taking a long time to finish washing the bowl.

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

After waiting for a while, he glanced at her back in her apron.

Suddenly he walked over and hugged Zhao Qingxiu's thin back from behind.

He placed his hands over hers as she was washing the dishes and began to help.

The two bodies fit tightly together.

Ouyang Rong felt the slender body of the blindfolded girl in his arms stiffen noticeably.

He didn't say anything, but kept helping to wash the dishes.

Instead, her hands that were washing the dishes stopped and she couldn't keep up the pace.

In front of the sink, the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Ouyang Rong remained quiet and did not take any further action.

All these actions seem to be saying: What's wrong with good friends washing dishes together and hugging each other?
Zhao Qingxiu bowed his head deeply.

Ouyang Rong said nothing, waiting for some kind of response.

But as time went by, what responded to him was the gradually warming hot touch of the delicate body of the apron-covered girl in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Qingxiu regained some of his movements.

She started moving her two little hands again, and together with her "good friend", they washed a bowl together with four hands.

But just as Zhao Qingxiu got used to and accepted this situation, Ouyang Rong, who was quietly hugging her waist from behind, suddenly moved again.

His nose seemed to be tickled by her hair, and he buried his face in her neck from behind. Ouyang Rong shook his head slightly, as if he was rubbing the tip of his nose with the help of her white porcelain neck.

Zhao Qingxiu's delicate body trembled and she also felt itchy.

The close proximity between the two of them, coupled with the itchiness caused by his breath on her neck, made it even more difficult for Zhao Qingxiu to wash the dishes.

However, this time, Ouyang Rong buried his neck and did not make any other movements, and his hands that were washing dishes continued to move as usual.

Perhaps she also sensed this, and still believed in great friendship. Zhao Qingxiu adapted to the situation, bent down a little, and continued to wash the dishes with just a slight twist of her body. She bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth and held her breath. By the sink, the atmosphere returned to silence, with only the sound of "splashing" water.

There was also the faint sound of the Fang sisters talking outside the kitchen. Fang Shengnan, who was in the yard outside, seemed to be asking her sister Fang Juxiu if she wanted to have some fruit after dinner.

But the two girls didn't know what was happening in the kitchen just across the door.

Next to the sink, the blindfolded girl in an apron waited for a moment and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Ouyang Rong, who had been honest all along, suddenly took the bowl that had been washed long ago from Zhao Qingxiu's hand and put it aside.

He immediately retracted his water-stained hands and wiped them with the apron around Zhao Qingxiu's waist.

While wiping, it seemed that her lower abdomen, waist and other sensitive parts were touched. Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but bend over and exclaimed: "Ah——!"

But before she could react, her body had already flown into the air!

After wiping his hands, Ouyang Rong picked up Zhao Qingxiu by the waist, strode to the front, and put her on the stove.

Zhao Qingxiu lost her balance and had to subconsciously twist her body and hug Ouyang Rong's neck. When her pink buttocks fell on the stove, the two of them were facing each other.

When Ouyang Rong approached, the first thing he did was to pull out the ice-white jade hairpin that was making a "lingling" sound in her hair and put it farther away.

Without the hairpin to hold them in place, the two looked into each other's eyes, with three thousand strands of black hair cascading down like a waterfall between them.

Ouyang Rong pressed forward.

“Aa ...

Before Zhao Qingxiu could open her mouth, her small mouth was physically blocked.

First bite.

Sweet.

It is the sweetness that is clearly transmitted to the tip of the tongue.

Ouyang Rong finally tasted it.

It's like a freshly picked, ripe plum from a branch where cicadas are chirping in the summer. It's sweet and satisfying when you take a bite.

The two of them were stacked together and dumped on the stove.

There was a water scoop on the table, which was knocked off the edge of the table and fell to the ground due to their large movements while lying down.

The slender, trembling leg that had been tightly clamped around Ouyang Rong's lower back suddenly stretched out and accurately hooked the scoop, allowing it to land safely on the ground.

Ouyang Rong didn't notice this silent detail. He simply tore off the sky-blue ribbon that was covering the eyes of the dazed face in front of him.

His lips moved upwards, falling on her nose, on her lifeless yet wide-open eyes, on her delicate eyebrows, and on her forehead covered with tiny beads of fragrant sweat.

Then move down, back to the eyebrows, back to the eyelashes, back to the tip of the nose, and back to the little mouth that was already out of breath, and pass the few strands of the beautiful woman's hair that were stained on her lips back into her mouth...

The scene was chaotic, the two hearts were trembling, and their foreheads occasionally bumped into each other awkwardly.

There is not the kind of tacit cooperation between good friends when they wash dishes together.

An ice-white jade hairpin lay quietly on the table with its back to the two of them, as if observing the faint shadows of a mandarin duck embracing each other on the wall behind the stove.

The kitchen was empty and quiet, but the stove was crowded and noisy.

But a new understanding is being cultivated.

"Why can't I find the ladle? That's strange, where is it? I still need to get water to wash the pears..."

After more than ten breaths, Fang Shengnan's carefree voice suddenly sounded at the door. Before the two people at the stove could stop, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside.

"What is Master Ouyang looking at? What's in the pot? Hey, where is Miss Xiu Niang..."

Zhao Qingxiu was too thin and petite, and was hidden by Ouyang Rong's body. Fang Shengnan looked at her with some surprise and asked.

But halfway through his speech, he also saw clearly the small octopus that was wrapped around his waist and back.

The atmosphere inside and outside the kitchen suddenly became extremely awkward.

"Um, you guys continue..." Fang Shengnan turned around at lightning speed, turned her back to the kitchen, and looked around at the scenery outside.

Ouyang Rong:......

Zhao Qingxiu: ...

After three breaths, she couldn't help but look back again. Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu had already separated, got down from the stove, and tidied their clothes.

Zhao Qingxiu turned her back, revealing a small part of her round shoulders. A sky-blue ribbon was looped around her neck, but she didn't have time to put it on because her hands were hurriedly trying to tie the bellyband ribbon on the back of her neck... The knot had just been untied by a good friend when she was interrupted by Ms. Fang.

Ouyang Rong looked calm and silently stood in front of Zhao Qingxiu, but Fang Shengnan saw that he lowered his head and was putting on an apron that he had just taken off around his waist.

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

"Forget about the lack of a ladle. You, you guys just pretend I wasn't here..."

Fang Shengnan's face turned red and she ran away, not forgetting to close the door.

Ouyang Rong immediately turned around to help the pretty blind and mute girl put on her loose skirt...

Soon, two figures appeared at the kitchen door.

In the yard, Fang Juxiu, who was sitting at the table, looked at them curiously, then glanced at his sister, who was blushing and drawing water at the well.

Ouyang Rong stepped out of the kitchen with a ladle in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, his face froze.

Fang Juxiu noticed that his expression became strange.

As if she had noticed Fang Juxiu's sharp gaze, Zhao Qingxiu returned to the kitchen, as if she still had housework to do.

Ouyang Rong sat down in the courtyard, scooped up a bucket of water, drank it all in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and exchanged a few words with Fang Juxiu, glancing at the kitchen from time to time.

Seeing that the embroiderer was taking no time to come out, Ouyang Rong had to get up and say goodbye. Before leaving, he went to the lobby and picked up a newly bought Taoshouzhai cake box.

"Xiu Niang, I'll take a box of cakes. You can buy some later if you want to eat."

He turned his head and said loudly.

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Qingxiu's absent-minded voice came from the kitchen, and she didn't ask what Ouyang Rong was going to do with it.

Ouyang Rong didn't know that the blindfolded girl was crouching alone in a corner next to the stove. After hearing his call, she subconsciously stood up, but halfway through, she squatted back down again, covering her burning face with both hands...

Ouyang Rong left the quiet courtyard, quickly returned to the carriage, and put down the box of cakes.

He had a strange look on his face, closed his eyes, and entered the Tower of Merit.

Inside the Tower of Merit, in mid-air, a blessing bell was vibrating violently, and purple mist was continuously pouring out of it. Mixed in the purple mist was the light pink silk thread that Ouyang Rong was familiar with.

He frowned and focused his thoughts on it. A divine message immediately flew into his mind and exploded.

"Two thousand merits to exchange for is a bit too much. How did this blessing trigger? Could it be..."

Ouyang Rong touched his chin, his expression thoughtful.

This time, he closed his eyes without saying anything.

Not far away, above the round little wooden fish, a line of numbers in cyan and gold font suddenly decreased.

[Merit: 4,508]... [Merit: 2,508]...

Inside the carriage, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Dong, dong..."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped the cake box on his knees with his fingers.

Is it a blessing related to the embroiderer?

He guaranteed to replace it.

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