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Chapter 637: Love is hard to write [ask for monthly votes! ]

"Embroiderer?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around and let out a low cry.

"Whoosh-!"

At this time, another firework shot up into the sky in the direction of the Qinggong Restaurant on the other side of Xingzi Lake.

"Crack-!"

The night is like a black canvas, from which a bright spark blooms.

The colorful lights of the fireworks briefly lit up the quiet courtyard.

Ouyang Rong saw the thin and weak figure of the embroiderer standing by the pillar at the door of the main wing, holding the pillar with one hand and groping forward with the other hand raised.

A small face, with its eyes covered by a sky-blue ribbon, turned towards the direction where Ouyang Rong's voice came from.

"Ah."

She immediately went down the corridor and groped forward with her hands, her steps clumsy but joyful.

"It's already midnight, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ouyang Rong gave a slight reproach, trying to keep his voice low for fear of disturbing the Fang sisters, and immediately walked forward to greet her.

He looked somewhat helpless.

I originally just wanted to come quietly, drop off the candied fruit and leave.

The result would be bad. I hope they don't wake everyone up, that would be embarrassing.

Moreover, I don’t know if it was Ouyang Rong’s illusion, but I always felt that the embroiderer was sometimes silent and like a transparent person.

By the way, do you Vietnamese girls always walk so quietly... Have you practiced some special Qi-refining technique from Yunmeng Jianze?

The embroiderer has a quiet temperament. Her breathing is barely audible when she sleeps and her footsteps are like stepping on cotton balls, leaving no trace.

So transparent and has no sense of existence.

Fortunately, she now likes to wear that ice-white jade hairpin, and the sound made by the pendant marks her in disguise.

With this thought in mind, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but wonder, even if the embroiderer didn't return for a long time, would those arrogant female rulers in Yunmeng Jianze forget about her and forget that there was such a Yue girl in their own Jianze?
I am dying of laughter. What kind of physical invisibility technique is this?

Coming back to his senses, Ouyang Rong saw the embroiderer raising her hands, groping forward, and trotting towards him regardless of anything else. She opened her mouth and made a happy sound: "Aa ...

"Be careful, don't fall." he said worriedly.

There was darkness in front of Zhao Qingxiu's eyes. She was a delicate person who usually walked and did things carefully, but when she saw Ouyang Rong, she seemed to be completely relieved. She was not afraid of tripping and falling, or encountering any other danger or injury. She just wanted to touch him.

Ouyang Rong quickly caught his little child bride.

Zhao Qingxiu stretched out her little hand and grabbed Ouyang Rong's thick arm, and she seemed to be relieved.

"Xiuniang, did I wake you up? I have a dinner party in the evening and can't come to eat. Didn't I let Shisanniang inform you? Why did you leave some food for me..."

Being subconsciously protected in Ouyang Rong's arms, Zhao Qingxiu had a faint smile on her lips and raised her little face in his warm arms.

Her two small hands groped along his waist, stomach, chest, and all the way up to his face.

She seemed to be very interested in the clothes Tan Lang was wearing today, the breath from his mouth and nose, the smell of his body, his steady and strong heartbeat, and so on, and wanted to remember them all.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the west wing where the Fang sisters slept. There was no sound coming from them, so they must have fallen asleep.

Yes, the second girls’ sleep quality is obviously better than that of the embroiderer who sleeps lightly and has many dreams.

Especially Miss Fang, she eats when she needs to, drinks when she needs to, and sleeps when she needs to. The last time Ouyang Rong saw her taking a nap, she sat on a stone bench, hugged her chest, lowered her head, closed her eyes and fell asleep in almost three seconds. She even snored a little, which made her sister Fang Juxiu blush a little...

Before Ouyang Rong could feel guilty about disturbing the embroiderer, he suddenly felt his palms being grabbed by the embroiderer's two small hands.

She had withdrawn her hand from groping Ouyang Rong's body, and lowered her head to write carefully on his palm:

[Did Tanlang drink? 】

Ouyang Rong frowned, and felt the embroiderer's finger draw a circle between the words "喝" (drink) and "了" (le), strangely.

"What does drawing a circle mean?" he asked curiously.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head when she heard this, and Ouyang Rong felt her little hand tightening around his palm:
[I can't write that word]

Ouyang Rong:......

"Did you say bar?" he asked tentatively.

Ouyang Rong put his fist to his mouth, ready to raise his head to drink, but then he realized that the embroiderer couldn't see him, so he pinched the tip of her nose instead, suppressed his smile and asked softly:
"Did the embroiderer smell alcohol?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Zhao Qingxiu's eyes widened and she started laughing.

Ouyang Rong wanted to tear off the ribbon covering her eyes and take a closer look at her beautiful smile, but he held back.

What are you looking at at midnight? Stop chewing...

"I teach you."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said.

Without waiting for Zhao Qingxiu to react, he grabbed her little hand and started writing on her palm.

The word "wine".

He wrote it three times, then stopped and stretched out his hand to her.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head and slowly wrote the words, stroke by stroke, on his palm.

【Wine, wine, wine】

Write three words in a row, smooth and silky.

Ouyang Rong frowned and nodded seriously:

"If you don't know how to write a word in the future, you can ask me. Don't draw circles every day. I thought you drew circles because you were unhappy and didn't want to talk."

"Hey."

Zhao Qingxiu happily hugged Ouyang Rong's waist with both hands and put her face against his chest, as if to coax him not to be angry.

Ouyang Rong was slightly stunned, and also hugged her slender waist.

The atmosphere between the two gradually quieted down.

Before the atmosphere could become ambiguous, Zhao Qingxiu seemed to remember something, gently pushed Ouyang Rong away, and diligently tidied up the cold food on the table.

"How many times has the embroiderer reheated the dishes?" Ouyang Rong couldn't help asking.

Zhao Qingxiu turned his back to him, shook his head, and kept moving his hands and feet.

"Actually, I'm not that hungry..." Ouyang Rong paused here and took a closer look at the embroiderer's back, who was shaking her head.

"Longling--Longling--" Even the ice-white jade hairpin pendant on her high hairpin kept ringing.

She seemed to enjoy washing clothes, cooking for him, and warming up the food over and over again. She never got tired of it and was very happy doing it.

Ouyang Rong saw this and couldn't bear to disturb her fun.

Then you can only suffer this pain.

Ouyang touched his belly, with a look of sighing on his face.

I was careless tonight. From now on, I must not eat too much before coming to the embroiderer's yard.

Because he never knew what delicious food the embroiderer had prepared for him.

Ouyang Rong sat down at the table, rubbed his face, and silently waited for the virtuous embroiderer to clear the food on the table.

"It's some preserves."

He suddenly spoke.

Because he saw the embroiderer's palm touching the candied fruit bundle, and she was tilting her head slightly, with a little curiosity on her face, he smiled and said:

"I was patrolling the streets with my colleagues at night, and an old lady from a family gave me one. You can taste it by putting one in your mouth. It's sour at first, but then it's sweet."

"Hmm."

Ouyang Rong took the bundle of candied fruits into his arms, took out one, twisted it between two fingers, and put it to the embroiderer's lips.

Start feeding in reverse.

Zhao Qingxiu bit the candied fruit with her pearly teeth, lowered her head shyly, and used her little finger to push a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Ouyang Rong smiled and didn't bother her to clean the table.

The two of them spoke and moved very quietly throughout the whole process, and from time to time they glanced at the west wing where the Fang sisters slept.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu brought all the bowls of food into the kitchen.

A midnight snack is probably necessary, Ouyang Rong thought to himself.

In addition, if you accidentally wake up the embroiderer, you should at least coax her to sleep before leaving.

Fortunately, the night is still long, and there is no rush for the matter at Chengtian Temple. It is okay to go there at dawn. After all, the last time, it was at dawn...

Ouyang Rong glanced towards the kitchen and vaguely saw firewood burning.

Sighed.

It's the middle of the night and I'm adding a midnight snack for no reason. It's a sin.

So, it is not necessarily a good thing for a child bride to be a cook. She must have a stomach. He stood up calmly and walked around in the yard to digest the food in advance.

Before Ouyang Rong could figure out how to deal with this meal, Zhao Qingxiu walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl and placed it in front of him.

"This is……"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, took the bowl and took a sip: "Hangover soup?"

"Ah."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded, reached out and touched his belly, and while Ouyang Rong was surprised, her fingers fell on the back of his hand.

[My dear, are you full?]

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and nodded: "A little bit...right."

Zhao Qingxiu didn't look up and continued writing.

【Why don’t you say it, sir?】

"I'm not too full actually. I ate early in the evening, so it's okay to eat a little now."

Ouyang Rong coughed.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around, went back into the kitchen and continued to light the fire.

Ouyang Rong:......

He immediately looked worried, tilted his head back and drank the sobering soup in one gulp, then slapped his own mouth in frustration.

At this time, Zhao Qingxiu came back and wrote on his palm again:

[I've boiled some water, so you can take a bath.]

Ouyang Rong was slightly startled: "You didn't cook, you were boiling water for me to take a bath?"

"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu nodded slightly.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.

The embroiderer always managed to give him what he might need most.

Whether it is hangover soup or hot water.

As long as she is at home, she seems to be able to create a lot of things.

"what?"

When Ouyang Rong was lost in thought, Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth and tilted her head, as if wondering why Tan Lang didn't move.

"Okay, I'll go take a shower."

Ouyang Rong looked up and smiled brightly.

Zhao Qingxiu happily ran to the main room to get clothes for him.

Ouyang Rong followed behind with a smile.

He had several sets of clothes that were sewn by an embroiderer and left here.

Walking into the main wing, Ouyang Rong saw a long cloth bag on the table. The bag seemed to have been opened and then casually covered, so only the outline of a long hard object could be seen inside.

Ouyang Rong was familiar with it. It should be the sword that Xiu Niang used as a companion sword for Yue women. She usually kept it hidden, and he pretended not to see it.

But for some reason, I took it out again tonight.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't know that Ouyang Rong's eyes were on that side, and she was busy rummaging through the wardrobe without getting tired of it.

Ouyang Rong didn't look at the sword for long. He pushed the embroiderer, who had been given new clothes, to the bathroom.

Not long after.

The bathroom door is closed.

Ouyang Rong walked in alone, holding clean clothes.

He put his clean clothes on the stool and took off his alcohol-smelling shirt without saying a word.

He was shirtless and was about to throw his dirty clothes into the basket beside him. Suddenly, he saw some women's clothes in the basket. The fabric was thin and light...

Ouyang Rong turned his gaze back and did not throw the dirty clothes in. Instead, he put them aside, preparing to take them out after washing them.

Just when he was about to take a normal bath.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

Ouyang Rong changed his mind, walked to the bamboo basket, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his head to flip through the pile of bellyband and underwear.

Judging from its color, he knew it belonged to the embroiderer, and definitely not to the Fang sisters.

Well, don't ask him why he is so clear and skilled.

found it.

Finally, Ouyang Rong's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a sky-blue satin ribbon from the pile of clothes. It was the one that the embroiderer had taken off when she took a bath.

He silently put away the ribbon, preparing to take it away later, but he did not touch the other things.

Ouyang Rong's face was calm and no one knew what he was thinking.

Without looking away, he walked towards the bathtub.

After a while, the house was filled with mist.

……

In the main wing.

Zhao Qingxiu sat quietly and waited.

She tilted her head slightly, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu stood up, walked over, tidied up the long cloth bag on the table, and put it away again.

Zhao Qingxiu actually didn't sleep tonight.

I wasn’t woken up by Tan Lang.

She was meditating and practicing silently, and halfway through she heard the noise of Tan Lang returning.

Ever since he went to Longcheng to treat Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu's cultivation has stagnated for a long time.

The half-tortoise-shelled longicorn only recovered some of its former speed and was only slightly stronger than an ordinary Qigong practitioner with ordinary talent.

But compared with the rapid progress in cultivation in the past, it is still not as good.

Today, she looked inside and found that she was still at the seventh level, close to the Great Perfection. She was still far from the sixth level, and needed to work hard. However, Zhao Qingxiu knew that this kind of hard work might be a waste of time for ordinary Qigong practitioners. This was one of the biggest illusions of Qigong practitioners. They thought they could achieve it quickly, but once they started working, nothing happened...

It is estimated that all the Qigong practitioners in the world could not have imagined that Yue Chuzi, a mythical figure, would be blocked by a sixth-grade threshold and stagnate in this small seventh-grade realm.

If this kind of gap were to happen to an ordinary sect's proud son, his mentality would probably collapse.

After all, the difference between the before and after is so huge that it is not a drastic drop, but at least it is the difference between the top of the mountain and the dilapidated mountainside.

But Zhao Qingxiu's little face was always calm. She practiced on time every day with extreme self-discipline, and had been doing so for ten years. There were fast ways to practice and slow ways to practice. She was not happy with fast practices, nor sad with slow practices. She did not seem anxious at all. It was just as the master had said before, "Xiaoqi is the most well-behaved and sensible."

Perhaps it was because of the quiet, uncomplaining, yet strong-willed attitude of the junior sister, the senior sisters in the Queen's Palace who were originally worried about her stopped saying anything more, and each of them held back and silently looked for solutions.

As for the specific reasons why he ended up in this situation, Zhao Qingxiu himself was not clear. When he just came back from Longcheng, he was fine, but later on, he became slower and slower.

The eldest sister insisted that her virginity was broken, and her mysterious state of "quiet as a virgin" was broken, and her body could no longer be still.

The second sister shook her head and said that it was not her body that was restless, but her mind, and the latter was more fatal.

The latter also said that it was not only her cultivation that was stagnant, but also her heart, which was standing still, waiting for someone...

The two senior sisters each had their own opinion, and Zhao Qingxiu didn't know which one of them was right.

When she returned to Yunmengze to continue her cultivation, she only thought of him "occasionally".

Just...sometimes.

During this period, Zhao Qingxiu lived in a quiet courtyard, accompanying Tan Lang, doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of him.

She felt much calmer.

Just now at night, Zhao Qingxiu tried to meditate and practice, and suddenly found that the flow of spiritual energy in his dantian was much faster. Although it was not as fast as before, it was slowly getting better.

This vaguely confirmed what Second Senior Sister said...

But no matter who is right.

She has no regrets.

It is true that the word "wine" is difficult to write, but among the 36,000 words in the world, only one word is the most difficult to write. But it is not a big problem. Zhao Qingxiu can draw circles, and Tan Lang is a scholar. He will teach her...

After hiding his sword, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around and walked to the table.

Her little hand groped for a half-open bundle, she picked up a candied fruit from it and put it into her mouth.

It's like containing honey, and your mouth is full of sweetness.

The blindfolded girl smiled happily, but unfortunately no one could see her smiling eyes at that moment.

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