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Chapter 649: Qingxiu Weilai, each has its own merits [asking for monthly votes! ]

"We should be careful about Ms. Rong. She and the Overwatch Council are now at odds with Yunmeng Yuenu."

At night, in the inner room of Yinbingzhai, Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

Ye Weilai has indeed grown a lot now. When she first came back from the carriage and horse business in Longcheng, she only had five dou of rice and weighed sixty kilograms, and she was as thin as she could be.

Not only has she grown taller, reaching Ouyang Rong's chin, but her body has also become much heavier, but most of the weight has been gained in the right places. She is more precocious than Han girls, and has some of the body shapes of Western exotic girls, with a curvy figure, a thin waist and long legs.

For example, at this moment, she was sitting in Ouyang Rong's arms, with her buttocks pressed on one of Ouyang Rong's legs, and she felt heavy, not the kind of bony feeling of an embroiderer.

The most important thing is that Ye Weilai's hair is still thick and lush, with long, beautiful silver-white hair, as smooth as water, draped over her shoulders.

After returning to her room at night, Ye Weilai took off her skirt and changed into a loose light pink silk nightgown. Ouyang Rong only needed to pull it casually to reveal a round and petite shoulder as white as snow.

I don’t know if it was specially worn for Ouyang Rong.

However, Ouyang Rong has been very busy these days, leaving home early and returning late, and has not taken much care of family affairs.

But Ye Weilai was quiet and silent. During the day, she either learned how to manage the household from Zhen Shuyuan, or asked Miss Xie for advice on classics and the six arts, or learned embroidery etiquette from Banxi and other maids... She became more and more intelligent and talented.

At night, she had to take care of Tan Lang, who came back tired and in no mood to talk. The latter would occasionally find time to assign Ye Weilai the next stage of homework and respond to the questions she had specially left behind.

She managed Yinbingzhai in an orderly manner and at the same time, she was completely integrated into the affluent life of a girl from a Han family in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Although Ouyang Rong was busy, he watched all of this silently.

"I'll come to help Madam Zhen, but Madam Xie and Rong Zhen still need Tan Lang's help."

Ye Weilai pointed her index finger at her chin and nodded.

Ouyang Rong was about to nod, but then he paused and frowned:
"Ms. Rong, why bother trying so hard? Just don't let her see it. You still can't reconcile. We all know that they are incompatible."

Ye Weilai raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Ouyang Rong:

"We still have to try hard. What if... what if she also comes to attend Madam Zhen's birthday party? Or she suddenly comes to the Huaiye Lane mansion one day."

Ouyang Rong frowned, as if thinking about this possibility.

Ye Weilai did not rush him. She sat obediently on Ouyang Rong's lap, her legs swinging slightly. She took out a comb and slowly combed her long silver hair on her shoulders... After taking a bath at night, she liked to let her thick silver hair down and gather it on her shoulders.

"What is Tan Lang's attitude towards Yunmeng Jianze now?"

Ye Weilai asked softly.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, and after a while, he said softly:

"Except for the matter of the embroiderer, we owe each other nothing."

Ye Weilai was not surprised to finally hear the word "embroiderer" from Tan Lang's mouth.

Ever since they tasted the cakes made by the embroiderer herself, the two of them had known each other about "the embroiderer" for the past two days, and Ye Weilai did not directly point out who that "she" was during the conversation.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:
"When I was controlling the flood in Longcheng, I fell into a coma for the second time and lived in Sanhuiyuan of Donglin Temple. Did you come to visit me?"

Ye Weilai was slightly startled and shook her head: "Tan Lang, don't you remember? At that time, Nuer and Auntie were still in our hometown, Nanlong. It was you who urged us to go back in advance to celebrate the Zhongyuan Festival."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Oh, yes, so at that time, only my junior sister and my mentor were with me?"

"Hmm. Why do you ask this, Tan Lang?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and shook his head gently: "It's okay."

Ye Weilai continued to lower her head and comb her long silver hair on her shoulders.

Did not disturb Ouyang Rong's thoughts.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of silver hair, and rubbed it between his fingertips.

Maybe it was because she made osmanthus cake in the evening, there was a faint osmanthus fragrance between Ye Weilai's neck and hair, which was sweet and pleasant.

He suddenly picked up Ye Weilai from his lap and put her down.

Both of them stood up at the table.

"What's wrong, Tan Lang?" Ye Weilai asked subconsciously, "Do you want to take a shower and change clothes?"

Ouyang Rong held her hand:
"No need. I'm done. I'll have to wash again later. Sorry for the trouble."

"Is Tanlang going out tonight?"

Ye Weilai was curious, but didn't care. She put down the comb and prepared the study:
"Then I went to study and write, Tan Lang came back and called me..."

Ouyang Rong picked up a piece of cake and put it in his mouth, then ate a few bites to replenish his energy. He walked quickly to Ye Weilai's back and picked her up by the waist as she cried out in surprise.

"Ah, what are you doing, Tan Lang..."

Ouyang Rong weighed it and muttered, "It's a lot heavier."

Ye Weilai blushed and whispered, "Didn't Tan Lang go out?"

Ouyang Rong did not answer, and asked:
"What did you just say you were going to do?"

"Reading and writing..."

"Then read and write, Tan Lang will teach you."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously.

Ye Weilai always felt that what Tan Lang meant by reading and writing was somewhat different from what she wanted, which made the young girl feel confused and shy.

At this time, I heard Tan Lang muttering:
"Well, let's try it again and see if they can all be transported..."

"What ferry?" Ye Weilai looked confused.

Ouyang Rong did not answer. He hugged Ye Weilai and went to sleep, going in the opposite direction of the bedroom.

She suddenly stopped talking.

She was being held, and she buried her little face in his chest.

The girl's long silver hair just reached the ground, dragging on the reddish-brown carpet, and was even whiter and brighter than the moonlight outside the door tonight.

After an unknown amount of time, the cry of an unknown bird was heard in the night outside the window...

At one point, Ye Weilai suddenly recalled the sunset in the sky that she saw before Ouyang Rong came back in the evening.

That piece of rosy cloud was pressed at the bottom of the vast sky. It was fiery red and hot, warm and rolling, and it obediently and silently bore the weight of the night and the mountains.

Finally, the fiery red clouds lay in the distant sky, flowing with the wind, with occasional showers of rain, so lazy that they didn't want to move a finger, slowly floating and sinking into the deepest darkness...

……

Dark as ink.

The sound of a gong at five o'clock in the morning came from outside the window.

On the desk, a light was lit.

Ouyang Rong put out the fire, sat down at the table, took a long breath, and rubbed his face.

The light illuminated his slender body, which was only covered with a thin blue shirt.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked towards the inner room. He had just covered a girl with loose silver hair and dazzling white skin with a quilt.

The latter fell into a deep sleep, her delicate body was tired, but she slept very soundly. As expected of a girl of foreign silver-haired and blue-eyed blood, her waist was very flexible and could withstand heavy pressure...

Ouyang Rong retracted his gaze, supported his chin with the backs of his hands, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.

Inside the Merit Tower, everything is still the same as before, a pure white space.

A blessing bell is hanging high. It has been silent for a while since the last time the blessing exchange for the embroiderer's dual cultivation was triggered.

Below, the round little wooden fish made a "ding" sound from time to time, and the crisp sound seemed quite loud in the silent space of the Merit Pagoda.

Ouyang Rong walked over and took a look at the cyan and gold font.

[Merit: Five Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty] As for the candidate conditions for the dual cultivation of merit and purple mist, he had just tried it with Ye Weilai.

This has also been my recent doubt, so I went to her for an experiment.

turn out……

Useless.

The blessing bell in the Merit Tower remained motionless.

It was not triggered, so it was impossible to inject the purple mist of merit into Ye Weilai. It was just normal pleasure.

Ouyang Rong frowned.

He was not sure whether this was because Ye Weilai had no cultivation while Xiu Niang had cultivation.

Therefore, the reference group of the experiment on whether the Merit and Virtue Purple Mist can be cultivated dually is still not complete, and more control groups are needed.

But in such a short period of time, apart from the embroiderer, where could he find such a control group? Curiosity really killed the cat.

Well, my junior sister is a noble lady from one of the five surnames, a lady from a well-off family. As for the consummation of marriage, she must be married with a formal matchmaker and have a wedding night.

This is also a tacit understanding between the two.

Whether it was washing feet in a spring, eating sweet cakes together, or checking his son's canteen...

They were all just done in moderation, with minor actions and without crossing the line.

Otherwise, not to mention his mentor Xie Xun, even his aunt Xie Xue'e would be the one to skin him alive.

Women of this era still attached great importance to chastity. For example, the embroiderer didn't know that Ouyang Rong already knew about her identity as a child bride. When he asked her about it last time, she almost cried out of anxiety. Fortunately, Ouyang Rong responded quickly.

At present, the results obtained from the experiments with Wei Lai can only prove that Ouyang Rong cannot transfer the purple mist of merit and achieve the effect of dual cultivation when he consummates his marriage with an ordinary woman who has no Qi training.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and recalled the strange feeling when he exchanged the purple mist of merit with the embroiderer.

He was curious and wanted to find out the truth, not just because he wanted to be a boy who brought money, but because he was surprised to find that his cultivation had improved in the past few days.

Originally, he was still some distance away from the eighth level of perfection.

It takes three to five years to achieve this, but after being shamelessly unrestrained with the embroiderer, his cultivation level actually reached a bottleneck.

Now it has reached the eighth level, and once it passes the bottleneck, it will be the seventh level of pale red!

It was surprising that he could also benefit from this dual cultivation state.

But if you think about it carefully, dual cultivation will definitely not only benefit one person, otherwise wouldn’t it be what the Taoists call the Ding?

Ouyang Rong left the Merit Tower, closed his eyes and looked inward, feeling the deep blue spiritual energy flowing steadily in his lower dantian, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

As we all know, ninth and eighth grades are lower-grade Qigong practitioners.

The seventh and sixth grades are middle-grade Qigong practitioners.

Next, entering the seventh grade from the eighth grade is a very important threshold.

Once you cross it, the deep blue spiritual energy will turn into crimson spiritual energy, which will be a qualitative leap. The sword wielder's Dingjian magical power will be greatly improved. For example, "Returning" will increase the range of the sword, but reduce the time consumed; and "Origin and Emptiness"...

"Sword Technique."

He suddenly opened his eyes and murmured to himself:

"I'm still missing a sword technique, and it would be best if we could have another promotion ceremony."

……

"Mrs. Fang, is Miss Fang staying here? Won't her family be worried?"

At noon, in a quiet courtyard.

Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu, Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan were eating at the same table.

Ouyang Rong put down the bowl and asked curiously.

Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan looked at each other.

"I heard that the incense in Chengtian Temple is very effective. My sister and I plan to worship more here, but the guest house in Chengtian Temple is full. We have no choice but to stay here with you, Master and Miss Xiu. I hope you don't mind.

"By the way, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "No."

After a pause, he said calmly:
"As long as I don't disturb your lunch break."

"Lunch break?" Fang Juxiu was curious?

Fang Shengnan blushed a little and lowered her head to eat.

Ouyang Rong added: "Since you have been living here, Miss Xiu has looked much better."

Fang Juxiu nodded, but found that Fang Shengnan, who was eating next to him, lowered her head even more.

The lady opposite also had her ears a little red.

Ouyang Rong asked about the matter of worshiping Buddha again, but Fang Juxiu remained tight-lipped and did not get any clues about Master Yizhi.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Recently, the activities of the Fang sisters have been confined to Chengtian Temple. The information they have received is that although the outpost has been dismantled, the patrols of Liu Lang's officers and soldiers are still deployed in Xingzifang to search for the identity documents of suspicious persons.

The Fang sisters could not move around in the city, and could not leave the area around Xingzi Lake, so naturally they could not find out much information.

Ouyang Rong was happy to see this happen.

Although he was the chief official of Jiangzhou and had kept a very low profile since taking office, except for his personal appearance at the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the first phase of low-rent housing in Qingyang Heng Street, Pei Shisan Niang had been the one who had been in the spotlight for all the affairs in Xingzifang during this period.

Therefore, not many people in the city knew what the Jiangzhou governor looked like; they had only heard of the name "Ouyang Lianghan".

He had been in contact with the Fang sisters for so long and had often asked them questions, and this point had gradually become clear to him.

No need to worry about this for now.

In addition, Yan Liulang also checked the people that the Fang sisters contacted when they went to Chengtian Temple.

Everything is still under control at the moment.

Yan Liulang asked whether to arrest the Fang sisters and those bald monks in Chengtian Temple, but Ouyang Rong temporarily suppressed his question.

Not long after finishing the meal, under Fang Shengnan's gaze, Ouyang Rongben walked to the lobby, not planning to go to the kitchen. Last time, the embroiderer had set a rule that required moderation, so even though he was just washing the dishes normally, it was still easy for Fang Shengnan to misunderstand him, and he was still a little embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the embroiderer came over, pulled his sleeves, and then walked to the kitchen alone.

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and had to follow him. He was caught washing dishes!

"Young master, is there anything I can help you with?" Fang Juxiu looked at the scene curiously and was about to go and take a look when he was stopped by Fang Shengnan.

"What happened to Shengnan?"

"No, it's okay, sis. Let's go back to the house. I suddenly feel sleepy."

Fang Juxiu was pulled into the room by Fang Shengnan.

Ouyang Rong followed the embroiderer into the kitchen.

On the way, I couldn't help but look at the slender back of the embroiderer. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that the embroiderer had become more proactive recently.

Could it be that the purple mist of merit had an effect?

I don't know how the embroiderer feels...

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