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Chapter 645 What kind of bullying? Just injecting merit into my wife [asking for monthly votes! ]

"Longling--Longling--"

Fang Shengnan thought she had good hearing, but if it weren't for the special rhythmic jade sound coming from the kitchen, she wouldn't have known there was someone else in the kitchen.

Because it's quiet.

The kitchen door was half open.

Apart from the sound of jade, there was no other sound inside. It was silent.

But since there was this special jade sound, it meant that Miss Yue was inside, because judging by the way she usually treated it as a treasure, she must be wearing it on her head.

When she was eating just now, the ice-white jade hairpin was also inserted in her high-tied hair.

However, Master Yue Chuzi has a high level of cultivation. When he usually gets along with others, he gives people the impression of being extremely quiet. He walks silently and without any movement.

So at this moment, after Fang Shengnan reacted to the strange phenomenon in the kitchen, she first denied her first thought that "both of them are there".

What she thought of was that Lord Yue Chuzi was washing dishes alone at the sink, which was why he made this sound.

As for Young Master Ouyang, he should have left, otherwise why wasn't his voice heard?

How else to explain why there was only the sound of the icy white jade hairpin?
Fang Shengnan just walked to the kitchen door.

Now I got closer and listened more carefully.

"Susu..." There was a faint sound of water.

Fang Shengnan looked curious and raised her hand.

"what?"

Just then, a somewhat surprised voice came from the kitchen.

Fang Shengnan stopped and didn't dare to go in at the first moment:
"What's wrong with you? Are you inconvenienced?" she asked worriedly.

"Uh-huh."

Fang Shengnan heard Zhao Qingxiu's hurried agreement, and then some faint, rustling noises were heard.

The strange "susu" sound of water that I just heard disappeared.

A man coughed softly near the kitchen stove.

Fang Shengnan was stunned. It was only then that she was sure of someone's existence:
"Mr. Ouyang? You haven't left yet?" she asked doubtfully.

"Fang... Lady Hero, yeah."

Before Fang Shengnan could think about it, after a few breaths, footsteps were heard from inside the door and the kitchen door was pushed open from the inside.

Ouyang Rong walked out quickly, with a nimble figure.

Fang Shengnan saw that Zhao Qingxiu was still staying by the stove, wearing an apron stained with water, holding a piece of cloth that looked like a wet rag in her hand. She had her back to the door, bent over, and was wiping the stove with it hastily, without looking back. Her ears were a little red, like drops of blood.

"Long Ling——"

Fang Shengnan's eyes moved upwards.

The ice-white jade hairpin that had been making noises from beginning to end was indeed inserted in Zhao Qingxiu's hair, and the sound just now came from it.

At this moment, when Zhao Qingxiu was wiping it, a special sound of jade colliding was also heard.

But what was strange was that the rhythmic sound of the jade stones colliding was sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

The sound of the jade stones colliding is now a bit chaotic.

In addition, the azure ribbon that Zhao Qingxiu originally used to cover her eyes was not worn around her eyes, but tied to Haobai's wrist, just like a woman casually wearing a hair band on her wrist, so that it is easy to use...

Before Fang Shengnan could think about it carefully.

"Isn't Miss Fang taking a lunch break?"

After walking out of the kitchen and pacing a few times in the corridor, Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke, somewhat apologetically:
"Did I wake you up when I was cleaning the kitchen with Xiu Niang? If so, I'm really sorry."

"Cleaning the kitchen?"

"Ah."

Ouyang Rong nodded, his expression unchanged.

"I just finished washing the dishes and found that the kitchen was a little dirty, so I discussed it with the embroiderer and cleaned it up together. Now it is clean, and the embroiderer will feel comfortable using the kitchen later."

Fang Shengnan didn't see the slender figure wiping the stove in the kitchen behind her, her head lowered a little.

She looked at Ouyang Rong suspiciously.

I noticed that he was also wearing an apron with some water stains on it.

There was a bulge in his chest, as if something was stuffed in it.

In addition, Fang Shengnan also discovered that Mr. Ouyang's hair crown was a little messy, with a few strands of flowing black hair sliding down his forehead, adding a bit of handsomeness, but his temples looked more like they were messed up by someone.

His hair was still wet, as if it was soaked with sweat. It seemed that cleaning up the kitchen was quite tiring and required a lot of exercise.

In addition, there were some drops of clean water on his forehead, chin, neck, etc. He had just washed his face hastily with clean water before coming out, and had no time to wipe it, so there was some water left on his hands.

The clean water used to wash the face mixed with the original sweat drops, making it difficult to distinguish them for a moment.

"Mr. Ouyang is hot?"

Fang Shengnan asked.

"Yes, a little bit. I forgot to open the window."

Ouyang Rong was wiping his hands with his apron and was about to lower his head to wipe his face, but then he realized something and stopped, then calmly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.

Without giving Fang Shengnan time to look at it for too long, he immediately turned back to the kitchen and opened the window on the other side for ventilation.

When passing by the stove, Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse of something pale pink on the ground.

Taking advantage of Fang Shengnan's blind spot, he stretched out his foot and kicked the light pink embroidered shoe to the edge of the embroiderer's long skirt.

He wiped the sweat off his face, looked calm, and walked towards Fang Shengnan, just blocking her view.

Behind him, next to the stove, Zhao Qingxiu touched a commonly used real rag and immediately put the wet cloth in his arms.

Beneath the floor-length skirt, a delicate, bony little foot was revealed, with the arch of the foot pointing forward and the white ankle hooked onto the light pink embroidered shoes that rolled over, which she immediately put on and tucked back into the floor-length skirt.

This scene is like a lotus bud just beginning to show its tip.

It turned out that only one of her feet was wearing an embroidered shoe under her skirt, and the other foot had been bare just now.

As for the embroidered shoes, they are there, but where are the socks?...who knows.

Fang Shengnan at the door had no idea of ​​these little actions.

"Is Madam Fang not awake yet?"

Ouyang Rong walked out of the kitchen, passed by Fang Shengnan, and changed the subject.

The latter's eyes were drawn to him and he shook his head:
"Sister is still sleeping."

"Mrs. Fang's sleep quality is really enviable."

"My sister is amazing. I have always liked tossing and turning when I sleep and kicking the quilt since I was a child. My sister would sleep with me and she would never be woken up by my noise."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously:
"Sure enough, she is very calm even when she is asleep. Your sister is capable of doing great things."

"Mr. Ouyang, don't joke around."

Ouyang Rong greeted:
"Let's go. There's still some work to do in the kitchen. Let the embroiderer sort it out. Let's not go in and get in the way."

Fang Shengnan looked back at the beautiful figure of Lady Yue who was ignoring her in the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and followed Ouyang Rong.

The two of them walked to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard and sat down.

Fang Shengnan still felt something was wrong.

"You were just cleaning the kitchen, why was there no sound?"

Ouyang Rong said "Oh" and looked a little embarrassed:
"Just now, the embroiderer dozed off, her head lowered and raised from time to time. I was afraid of waking her up, so I moved gently. Later, I felt sleepy and almost fell asleep, so I... washed my face with water."

He explained as he wiped his cheek with his clean sleeve.

"Is that so... If you were dozing off, no wonder the sound was so rhythmic... and you didn't make any sound..."

Fang Shengnan lowered her head and muttered, as if thinking about something.

"What rhythm?" Ouyang Rong looked confused.

"fine."

Fang Shengnan shook her head.

After being quiet for a while, he took the hot tea handed to him by Ouyang Rong and sipped it.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head to sip his tea and glanced at Fang Shengnan out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that she was quiet and didn't ask any more questions, he put down the teacup and let out a long breath.

When he was relaxed, Fang Shengnan suddenly spoke:
"Brother Ouyang, were you bullying the embroiderer just now?"

Ouyang Rong almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

He covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then swallowed the tea and shook his head:
"What are you talking about? What's the point of bullying or not."

"Why did the embroiderer's face turn so red just now?"

"I……"

Fang Shengnan crossed her arms, frowned thoughtfully, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Don't try to bluff me. Something is definitely wrong."

She hummed:
"And last time, when I entered the kitchen, you and Xiu Niang were lying on the stove. Is this how you clean up the kitchen?

"Okay, I told you not to bully me when we were having dinner just now, but when I was taking a nap..."

Before Fang Shengnan could finish her words, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly walked out.

The blush on her face had almost completely faded, and she looked a little cold and quiet, which made Fang Shengnan wonder if she had seen it wrong.

"What are you blushing about?"

Ouyang Rong turned around and asked again out of curiosity.

Fang Shengnan was speechless.

[Keep your voice down, Madam Fang is still taking a nap]

Zhao Qingxiu covered her eyes and lowered her face as she wrote on the table.

Only then did Ouyang Rong and Fang Shengnan calm down.

After a while, Fang Shengnan glared at the mischievous Master Ouyang and returned to the west wing, leaving only Zhao Qingxiu and Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong stepped forward to support Zhao Qingxiu.

The latter pushed him down.

【Tan Lang is a bully】

After she finished writing, she turned her back and ignored him.

Ouyang Rong was embarrassed: "The embroiderer is so beautiful, it's my fault... I couldn't calm down."

[It's not my fault if I'm not beautiful. I pushed you, but you insisted.]

Ouyang Rong blurted out:

"You also grabbed me, pulled me back, and then you held my head tightly and refused to let go, almost suffocating me to death..."

She immediately turned around and shyly reached out her hands to Ouyang Rong's face, perhaps wanting to cover his mouth, but her fingertips accidentally hit his nose.

Ouyang Rong covered his nose. Zhao Qingxiu patted the chest of this enemy in shame, but did not dare to really hurt him. Her pitiful little face was full of anger.

"Okay, no more."

Ouyang Rong held her hand.

As if remembering something, he took out a ball of crumpled cloth from his arms and stuffed it into her hand.

It was made of thin silk, but it was a little damp and wrinkled...

As soon as Zhao Qingxiu touched it, she quickly took the bellyband and panties into her arms.

The little face that had finally gotten rid of the blush turned red again, and her ears seemed to be dripping with blood.

Zhao Qingxiu buried her face in his arms.

Don't dare to look up.

Ouyang Rong didn't dare tease her anymore.

I was afraid that she would cry out of shyness and her eyes would turn red.

It's not without precedent.

This happened often in the past few times.

The two of them snuggled together for a while.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly raised her head, her face serious, and wrote on his chest:

[Tan Lang, you can’t do this anymore. You’ve been binging on me these past two days. You need to be restrained from now on.]

"That makes sense, but what Xiu Niang said is not convincing at all."

Ouyang Rong said seriously.

Zhao Qingxiu: ...

[No matter what, you have to listen to me next time, Tan Lang, listen...be obedient, be good]

Without waiting for Ouyang Rong to bargain, Zhao Qingxiu had already lowered her head and leaned against him again.

Ouyang Rong felt an index finger drawing circles on his chest.

After a while, the little head in my arms tilted slightly.

She fell asleep.

It seems that he was really exhausted just now and his body is very tired.

Ouyang Rong let out a breath, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.

Merits: 5,108

On the first night, in those three rounds, Du gave the embroiderer two thousand merits of purple mist.

Afterwards, there were more than 6,300 merits left.

In the past few days, the two of them were deeply in love, and they had sex several times on and off. Ouyang Rong gave them nearly two thousand merit points.

But add to that the seven or eight hundred merits that have gradually increased from other places.

At this moment, there are still 5,108 merits left.

"I always feel like I can't handle it anymore. I need to earn more merit to support the embroiderer..."

Ouyang Rong muttered.

He looked down at Zhao Qingxiu.

His palms gently held her peacefully sleeping little face.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the embroiderer's skin seemed to have become more radiant, and her face, which was originally thin and adorable, had a little more baby fat. It might be because she accompanied him to eat on time every day, and then... was fed by the purple mist of merit, so her nutrition was naturally better.

But her body is still slim, weak and delicate.

Ouyang Rong also had no idea what effect the purple mist of four thousand merits injected in the past few days had on the embroiderer's cultivation. After all, it was impossible for him to ask proactively.

But just being able to make her feel better, like now, Ouyang Rong is already very satisfied.

In addition, Ouyang Rong could actually feel that the embroiderer was actually actively cooperating, and was even the kind who worked very hard to learn, but she couldn't say it out loud because she was very traditional and had a very thin skin...

Although he had hoped that the purple mist of merit could cure the embroiderer's blindness and muteness.

But some things can't be forced, you have to take it slow. If it doesn't work this time, try next time. You will always find a way.

The changes in the embroiderer's body at the moment at least showed that things were developing in a good direction. This purple mist of merit was not a bad thing. With Ouyang Rong holding on to his life-saving trump card, the more he gave her, the better...

Ouyang Rong suddenly bent his fingers and flicked the ice-white jade hairpin pendant on her hair.

"Long Ling——"

The crisp sound of jade echoes in the courtyard.

The woman in his arms fell into a deeper sleep...

Half an hour later, Zhao Qingxiu woke up from a nap, and Ouyang Rong stood up to say goodbye.

Before going out.

At the gate.

Zhao Qingxiu was holding a box of pastries, stretched out her little hand, groped forward, and hugged Ouyang Rong's waist from behind as he was about to go out.

Put the cake into his hand.

[Bring it to your aunt, or other women in your family]

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, glanced at Zhao Qingxiu, and nodded slightly.

He did not hide the fact that there were other women around him from Xiu Niang, and he told her the truth when they were cuddling together recently.

After Ouyang Rong went out, he took a deep breath and first went to Yuan Huaimin in Chengtian Temple.

Under Li Yu's surprised gaze, he took a shower and changed into clean clothes, um, Yuan Huaimin's.

I just went out and felt refreshed.

He boarded the carriage and prepared to let Ali drive back to Jiangzhou lobby.

"Big brother."

Just then, halfway through the journey, a fragrant breeze broke into the carriage.

The one in red is like fire. She is the junior sister.

Yan Liulang followed behind.

Yan Liulang looked towards Ming Mansion with a slightly guilty and worried look.

The latter shook his head slightly, and Yan Liulang then retreated. Just now, the junior sister must have looked for him first and was held back.

"Little Junior Sister, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

"Hey, where did this clothes come from? Why have I never seen Senior Brother wearing it?" Xie Lingjiang looked him up and down and asked first.

"Brother Huaimin's. I'll borrow it for a while. I took a shower at his place. I was sweating this morning..."

"Oh, don't be too tired..." Xie Lingjiang said softly. Halfway through his words, he found that the senior brother handed a piece of cake to his mouth.

She was stunned for a moment, took a bite of the cake, nodded slightly, and continued:

"The prince is back."

"Where?" Ouyang Rong immediately became alert.

"We've arrived at the palace." Xie Lingjiang hesitated: "But..."

"But what?"

"The prince did not come back alone. A group of people escorted him back."

"Escort? What do you mean?"

"It seems he encountered some danger on the way."

"What danger? Who sent him back?"

"I'm not sure. I hurried over to inform you. It seems that he was safe. Anyway, before I left the palace, I saw that he was fine and was surrounded by the prince and others. Don't worry, elder brother.

"That's good." Ouyang Rong let out a sigh of relief.

Xie Lingjiang continued:

"The ones who brought the prince back were the three hundred soldiers of the Black Tortoise Camp under the command of Qin Changshi, and also an old acquaintance."

"Who?"

"Miaozhen, Ms. Caishang, who used to supervise our palace in Longcheng, has also come back for some reason."

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.

The two talked for a while, and the carriage quickly drove to Xunyang Palace.

……

(End of this chapter)