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Chapter 640: The Embroiderer’s Dream and…Nightmare [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

The quiet night gives people unlimited imagination.

But even with infinite imagination, one cannot imagine how many rich and wonderful things are hidden under the dark night.

It contains so much profound affection and affection.

How many sleep-depriving and lingering stories can happen in one night.

For Zhao Qingxiu, a virgin from Yunmeng Jianze, tonight is the most unforgettable night in all these years.

It was even more memorable than the last time she lost her virginity at Donglin Temple in Longcheng County.

Because Tan Lang is awake.

It was the same dark night, the soft couch, the white walls, and her pink skin.

But Zhao Qingxiu was aware of his strong presence at all times.

Tan Lang is here!
Even if it was extremely embarrassing to torture her.

There is no sign of fatigue or rest.

But there is a strong vitality that bursts out from it.

Like an erupting volcano, the boiling magma quietly submerges every inch of the body.

The two of them were as hot as fire.

It seemed to burn the night.

The strong vitality brewing in it formed a sharp contrast with Zhao Qingxiu's pure and indifferent life of practice for many years!
Man and woman.

It's just dry wood and raging fire.

When God created them,

It seems to be burning just for this moment.

Family, country, the world, Zhou rites, ethics, women's rights... all human relations were brewed in this fire of men and women!
Even a saint cannot suppress this fire.

They were supposed to burn hot.

Even if it was only for a moment, Zhao Qingxiu, a fool and a pure child, would remember it for many, many years.

Zhao Qingxiu even felt that even if she left at this moment, and had to go due to force majeure, this night would be enough for her to savor for the rest of her life, and she would be happy for a very long time.

Zhao Qingxiu could not forget Ouyang Rong even more.

In this world, he is the only one who can make her feel this way, caring about him wholeheartedly without reservation.

At some point, she was flushed and aching all over, and she bit Tan Lang's shoulder.

She suddenly remembered what a senior sister had said.

"Little Junior Sister, it is better to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night than to stand on the cliff for a thousand years."

Zhao Qingxiu cried.

The bite also became heavier.

Ouyang Rong patted her back very gently.

"What's wrong..." whispered.

She just sobbed quietly and didn't respond.

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to move.

Until Zhao Qingxiu, who buried her little face in his body and bit his shoulder, "whine" for a while, twisted her body as if in anger and disappointment, and then, as if adjusting her posture, she accidentally arched her body.

The flame continued to burn only after receiving instructions.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't dare to bite him too hard, she just put her pearly teeth on it and tasted his slightly salty sweat.

She was lost in thought again, her lips slightly open, her voice hidden in his shoulder.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

“Wuwu…Aiyaya…”

Zhao Qingxiu's voice was a little hoarse.

She actually tried to keep her voice as low as possible.

But some "humming" sounds leaked out from the gaps between her white teeth and pink lips, like rice sticking out of a sandbag, becoming a trickle that also encouraged him.

Zhao Qingxiu was still a little thirsty, but Tan Lang brought her some water to drink.

She never knew that this thing could quench thirst. It turned out that what was said in the book about making the mouth salivate was true.

Zhao Qingxiu was obsessed.

And bit him hard again.

……

It is approaching dawn and the sky is about to brighten.

The sound of insects chirping in the yard gradually rose.

The inner room, which had been noisy all night, had now calmed down.

I don't know when it stopped.

Ouyang Rong turned over and glanced at the peacefully sleeping face of Xiu Niang on the pillow beside him.

This little face was tear-stained and haggard, but its complexion was radiant, as if it was both tired and happy and satisfied.

Maybe I'm having a sweet dream.

In other words, the old dream has ended and a new dream is beginning.

Zhao Qingxiu slept soundly and deeply.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

After finishing his round not long ago, he considerately got up and took the initiative to clean up, allowing the embroiderer who had gone through two rounds to have a good rest on the couch. After helping the embroiderer to wipe gently and put on simple clothes, Ouyang Rong dressed himself and lay down beside her in his clothes. They closed their eyes and took a short rest.

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to fall asleep like Xiu Niang did. His affairs tonight were not over yet...

On the messy couch, Ouyang Rong carefully moved the beautiful woman's arm away from his belly and got out of bed.

He caught a glimpse of a crumpled sky-blue ribbon on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and put it in his arms.

He walked over again and placed the ice-white jade hairpin under the pillow so that the embroiderer could touch it when she woke up.

Ouyang Rong left the main room quietly.

As he passed the long corridor, he turned his head and glanced at the west wing.

There was silence in the west wing.

She probably wasn't woken up. The embroiderer was thin-skinned and her voice was quite soft.

Besides, it is just dawn now. According to what the embroiderer said, the Fang sisters usually get up very late and go out in the morning... What a young lady's schedule.

Ouyang Rong took a long breath.

Turned around and left the quiet courtyard.

A carriage was parked quietly under the shade of a tree not far from the yard.

Ouyang Rong took a look as he approached.

Ali was wearing a felt hat, leaning against the door frame of the carriage, and dozing off with his head down.

Because of the hidden wind and suppressed energy, Ali did not notice his approach.

Ouyang Rong got into the car without calling Ali.

Soon, the Confucian robe made by the embroiderer was changed, and he changed into a new dark black suit, and took out a musical instrument case, a bronze mask, a wine gourd and a pack of handkerchiefs.

Ouyang Rong got off the car with the four items.

Some noises were made accidentally.

"Master... Young Master?"

Ali woke up in a daze. He looked alert at first, but then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong held down Ali's shoulder as he was about to stand up, and whispered:

"You don't have to follow me. Just wait here."

Holding the violin case in his arms, he turned his head to look in the direction of Chengtian Temple and calmly ordered:
"If I don't come back at 2:00 a.m., you should go to the palace to find Miss Xie and give her the letter on the seat. Remember..."

Ali hesitated, then nodded heavily: "Yes, sir."

After a while, he stared blankly at his son's slender figure walking away with the violin case in his arms...

When Ouyang Rong passed a sentry post at the intersection, he turned his head and took a look.

According to the arrangements before leaving last night, Liu Lang should be waiting in the outpost with his men. When the time comes, he will go there and wait for his signal outside Chengtian Temple.

I remember that when I was acting out the play to scare the Fang sisters, I told them in person that the soldiers were going to search Chengtian Temple.

But since that day, Yan Liulang did not take anyone to search.

Because Ouyang Rong was not ready yet.

And today, it’s time to take a closer look.

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the darkness before dawn, he moved nimbly, bypassed the main road, and quickly approached Chengtian Temple.

On the way, he checked his condition.

First of all, it goes without saying that the embroiderer boosted our morale and made us feel refreshed.

Sage time, now he is a cold and ruthless swordsman without emotions.

I looked inward at the Merit Tower.

【Merit: 7,308】

Not long ago, Ouyang Rong discovered that the purple mist of merit could be transmitted, and he injected more than a thousand merits into his woman.

There are still seven thousand left, which is enough. At least it is not much less than when we fought Qiu Shenji.

Not to mention that he is no longer the rookie swordsman he was in Longcheng.

With a cultivation level of the eighth rank close to perfection and the Supreme Pure Land Secret Art of the Descending Gods, not to mention that this is his home ground, those Yunmeng Yue women would be guilty and afraid of attracting soldiers and female officials from the Supervisory Council to encircle and suppress them. After three incense sticks.

Ouyang Rong rushed to Chengtian Temple.

His figure moved silently and stopped in an empty hall.

After looking around, Ouyang Rong nodded slightly. This is it, the best location.

This hall is not far from Yuan Huaimin's courtyard.

I remember that when he was fishing for the sword in Xingzi Lake, he accidentally revealed his sword energy for a moment, which immediately attracted Yue Chuzi and others to search, and they were also nearby at that time.

So the hiding place of Yue Chuzi might be nearby.

The two were not far apart.

In the solemn hall, under the golden Buddha, Ouyang Rong sat leisurely on a cushion.

He first took out the wine gourd and a pack of handkerchiefs.

Ouyang Rong opened his handkerchief and picked up a candied fruit.

He first tilted his head back and drank the entire gourd of sticky talisman wine in one breath.

With his mouth full of bitter and sour taste, Ouyang Rong immediately swallowed the candied fruit to dilute the strong taste.

He took a deep breath.

This is the precondition for the command of Shangqing's unique skill of summoning gods, which requires taking the talisman water with red and black talismans, as well as something with a strong connection to the object of summoning gods.

The authentic Tao Yuanming painting used for making wine this time was the one found in the Prince Xiang's Mansion.

He has not touched the "Peach Blossom Spring" in his good friend Yuan Huaimin's home for the time being. After all, it is a family heirloom, and he will not touch it unless it is absolutely necessary.

The divine decree is his ultimate weapon.

However, according to Li Dalang's previous experience of swallowing the talisman water, even if the decree to summon the gods is not used this time, the talisman water can be retained in the body, and when needed, he can simply recite the mantra and use it!

It is just uncertain whether Tao Yuanming's spiritual descent can be successful.

This required a strange idea. There was only one red and black talisman, and it had been slow to produce new spiritual ink to help Ouyang Rong make the talisman.

So it is not possible to test it in advance.

Ouyang Rong estimated for a moment.

He silently took out a bronze mask that had been put aside for a long time from his sleeve.

He lowered his head and put on the bronze mask.

No one knew that the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower, who was currently being sought by all forces, quietly appeared in a hall.

The "Owner of Butterfly Love Flower" slowly stroked the sword case.

With a click, the sword case opened.

There was a clear blue sword energy overflowing.

The entire hall was filled in an instant.

The brilliant golden body of the Buddha pales in comparison to it.

Ouyang Rong sat upright with his eyes closed.

Wait silently.

My whole body relaxes and I fall into a mysterious state.

Welcome the new virgin.

He also has a backup plan.

According to the arrangement, Yan Liulang and other officers and soldiers were waiting outside the temple at this moment.

At the critical moment, he assisted Ouyang Rong and scared Yue Chuzi away, making her leave Donglin Temple, their hiding place.

Ouyang Rong reached into his arms and touched the sky-blue ribbon.

I had planned to bring a bellyband, but I didn’t bring it in the end.

The main reason is that I'm not sure whether Yue Chuzi will recognize the embroiderer's bellyband, and unless it's absolutely necessary, it's better not to tarnish the innocence of my own embroiderer, even if it's fake.

But anyone who has seen this sky-blue ribbon worn by the embroiderer will recognize it.

Later, before repelling Yue Chuzi, he would throw out this ribbon as evidence that the embroiderer had met with "evil hands".

From then on, Yunmeng Jianze lost a Yue woman embroiderer, and his Ouyang family gained a child bride again.

Of course, this is just his current ideal plan, and plans may not keep up with changes.

For the specific implementation, we still need to convince the embroiderer first.

Then convince my aunt and junior sister.

He has to solve them one by one.

But these are family matters and can be resolved behind closed doors. As the head of the family, it shouldn't be difficult for him.

Ouyang Rong is somewhat confident about this.

Right now, he needs to deal with things outside.

It would be enough if Yunmeng Jianze could know that the embroiderer had met with murder.

As for the Fang sisters who had already come over and found the embroiderer.

Ouyang Rong has his own way to deal with them.

These days, Ouyang Rong also investigated them and got a general idea of ​​the situation.

The problem is not big.

Therefore, the primary issue at the moment, which has always troubled Ouyang Rong's mind, is the Yue virgin lurking in this Chengtian Temple.

As the future Empress of Yue, the world-renowned virgin, Xiu Niang would definitely not dare to disobey her.

It's possible that she was kidnapped by her.

The embroiderer didn't dare to disobey, but he did.

Quite brave.

Ouyang Rong sat with his eyes downcast.

He adjusted the heavy bronze mask.

In the main hall.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Half an hour later.

It's getting light.

There were even some sounds of monks getting up early outside.

Nothing happened.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

What about people?

You can't be still sleeping, are you kidding? You're lurking right under the enemy's nose and you dare to sleep so soundly?
Then why didn't you come?
【Craftsman】She doesn’t want it anymore?
Last time, he only showed his sword energy for a short while, and it attracted people.

Why is it so slow this time?

Or has she already left and is no longer in Chengtian Temple?
Was he searching for enemies in the void before? Uh...

Ouyang Rong frowned and pursed his lips.

After waiting for a while, he closed the sword case.

Open it again.

I guess Ms. Rong is coming to find us.

After all, it wasn't just Yunmeng Jianze who was looking for him, other forces were also looking for him.

Ouyang Rong looked around.

After a while, he took off the bronze mask and left Chengtian Temple.

A quarter of an hour later, he returned to the carriage driven by Ali and put everything back in place.

After hesitating for a moment, he returned to the quiet courtyard.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a "woohoo" sound coming from the main wing and ran in to take a look.

The embroiderer woke up.

In the dim morning, Zhao Qingxiu leaned against the pillow on the bed, tightly grasping the ice-white jade hairpin, her posture as if holding a sword. Her little face was full of tears, her eyes were red from crying, and her pupils were dull.

Ouyang Rong was very excited and held her hand. "What's wrong, embroiderer?"

[Tan Lang, I had that nightmare again]

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head and wrote in a daze.

"What nightmare?"

Ouyang Rong asked, and then realized, "Is it the recurring dream you mentioned before? Can you tell me about it?"

Zhao Qingxiu leaned on his warm chest, her whole body seemed to relax a little, and her index finger silently wrote:

[There was an abyss in the dream, and the abyss was full of ferocious man-eating dragons]

Ouyang Rong was stunned: "Abyss, big dragon?"

Zhao Qingxiu's tears flowed silently from her eyes, dripping onto his palm:

[We have swords to kill the dragons, but they keep coming back, dying and reborn, so densely packed that we can’t kill them all. It’s like they want to come out and eat us.]

Ouyang Rong's brows slowly frowned...

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