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Chapter 659: Embroidery Lady's Habits and Rewards [Seeking monthly tickets! ]

"Strange, why do we drink bamboo shoots and duck soup every day these days?"

Fang Shengnan was curious.

Fang Juxiu, who was sitting across the table, glared at her. Fang Shengnan lowered her head and muttered:
"I'm really tired of drinking it. Isn't this thing good for nourishing the blood and kidneys? I'm not weak, and if I drink too much, I'll get hot easily..."

"It's good enough to have something to drink, why are you talking so much?"

Fang raised his sleeves and scolded.

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting side by side with Zhao Qingxiu, paused.

I took a look at the bamboo shoots and duck soup.

He glanced at the embroiderer next to him who was holding the bowl in both hands and drinking soup in small sips.

In the evening, the setting sun fell on the fair profile of the embroiderer, and her little face, covered with a ribbon, looked pretty and lovely.

The last batch of fresh bamboo shoots was divided into three portions by Ouyang Rong, and the last portion was brought to the quiet courtyard.

In fact, Ouyang Rong was also feeling a little hot from drinking.

Because of Rong Zhen's request, he often deals with Tang these days.

He had tasted both the soup cooked by Princess Wei Mei and the soup cooked by Ye Weilai.

But none of them are as strong as the duck and bamboo shoot soup stewed by Xiu Niang.

After drinking half a bowl, your body will feel warm.

Ouyang Rong poked the soup bowl with a porcelain spoon and found something strange.

There are residues of Chinese wolfberry and other medicinal materials in it.

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows.

It turned out that it was not an ordinary duck meat and bamboo shoot soup. The embroiderer added some more ingredients into it. This should fall into the category of medicinal food, right?

It’s strange, who is this thing for?

He thought of something and hesitated to speak.

In fact, the first time Ouyang Rong heard about the blood-replenishing effect of bamboo shoot soup, the first person he thought of was the embroiderer. He wanted to get some back to nourish the embroiderer who was so thin and looked like she was suffering from anemia.

But the embroiderer seemed to have different ideas from him.

"Why has Mr. Ouyang come less often recently? Has the official business at Xingzifang been completed?"

Fang Juxiu suddenly asked.

Ouyang Rong retracted his attention and answered casually:

"Almost. I've been busy with other things lately."

"That Madam Pei, Master Ouyang is not with her?"

"What do you mean?"

Ouyang Rong didn't react for a moment?

"fine."

Fang raised his sleeves and shook his head slightly.

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and said seriously:

"As for Xingzifang, I have handed over the remaining matters regarding the renovation of the old house to Madam Pei. She has experience and there is no need for me to continue to monitor it."

"Ah."

Fang Juxiu nodded, then shook his head.

Some were noncommittal.

"Um, what does Madam Fang want to say?"

Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

Fang Juxiu ate quietly without raising his eyelids. After a while, he bit his chopsticks and said softly:
“In fact, it’s better to have less contact.”

"What do you mean?"

"I've heard that businessmen are all profit-seeking and some are cunning and treacherous. Brother Ouyang is already an official in the state at such a young age. He has a bright future. You should be more careful..."

Ouyang Rong laughed:
"Thank you for the reminder, Madam Fang."

Seeing that he agreed immediately, Fang Juxiu said nothing more and shook his head slightly.

After a while, she looked at the expression of the young lady next to her.

I found that Zhao Qingxiu's face was calm. She was shoveling rice into her mouth in small bites, as if she didn't care about those words.

Fang raised his sleeves and sighed softly.

Fang Shengnan was unaware of the side stories at the dinner table. While Ouyang Rong and Fang Juxiu were chatting, she showed off most of the dishes. She accidentally burped and quickly covered her mouth.

Ouyang Rong and Fang Juxiu were stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing.

As dinner was coming to an end, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly stood up, groped forward with her hands, and picked up the bowls of soup that the Fang sisters had finished.

She walked to the kitchen, and soon filled two bowls of duck and bamboo shoot soup for each of them, and returned to the table.

[There's still a little left in the pot, just enough for two bowls, Xiu Niang, Nan Niang, you guys drink it]

Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan were already full, but Zhao Qingxiu rarely made any requests, after all, it was Lord Yue Chuzi who served the soup himself.

The two girls had no choice but to continue drinking.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the embroiderer did not feed him.

After dinner.

As usual, Zhao Qingxiu took on the task of washing dishes alone.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously wanted to follow.

boom!
With a slight sound, the kitchen door was closed.

Ouyang Rong looked slightly embarrassed.

In the yard behind him, Fang Shengnan, who was practicing sword dancing, cast a strange look in his eyes, but when Ouyang Rong turned around and walked over, she quickly restrained herself and continued to dance with the sword, but her posture was a little messy.

Ouyang Rong ignored her and walked over to open the piano case he was carrying.

"Is this the zither that Brother Ouyang often carries with him?"

Fang Shengnan was halfway through her sword dance when she leaned over and curiously looked at the piano case that Ouyang Rong was opening.

"Almost the same, Brother Huaimin's."

"Oh?"

Ouyang Rong tried the sound of the piano.

Ouyang Rong was going to meet the old senior tomorrow, and he couldn't really take his craftsmanship with him, so he came to a quiet courtyard and went to Yuan Huaimin to borrow a good zither.

Fang Shengnan listened curiously for a while, yawned, and felt bored, but her body was also feeling a little hot after the meal.

She pulled her sister and went out for a walk.

Fang Juxiu shook his head:

"I'm tired, I'd better go back to the house and rest. Shengnan, if you want to play, go by yourself."

"Oh, I'll go too."

Fang Shengnan nodded and followed closely, still muttering:
"I feel a little sleepy too. It's strange. I didn't feel sleepy after eating a full meal before. Could it be that this thing is causing it..."

The Fang sisters got up and returned to the west wing.

At first, in the brightly lit west wing, the voices of two girls could be faintly heard.

After a while, the sound disappeared, and the faint sound of a heroic female warrior snoring could be heard.

Ouyang Rong didn't pay much attention to these things. He was still practicing the music and tuning the strings seriously in the yard.

A quarter of an hour later, the sunset in the distant sky retreated.

Darkness falls on the earth.

Ouyang Rong came to his senses and saw that the courtyard was silent. Seeing that it was getting dark, he stood up, packed up his piano case and was about to leave.

"Ah...ah..."

A sudden sound from behind attracted Ouyang Rong's attention.

He looked back.

A slender figure appeared at the door of the main wing.

It was the embroiderer. She had washed the dishes and returned to her room without her knowing when.

At this moment, she was standing at the door with a stack of clean Confucian robes in her hands, her eyes covered, and she was "looking" in his direction.

I don't know how long I stood there silently, waiting for him.

Ouyang Rong apologized:
"Sorry, I was too engrossed just now. Well, it's getting late. I have something else to do tomorrow. You should take a rest first..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Qingxiu walked up to him and stuffed a set of clean clothes into his arms.

"What is this for..."

"Ah."

Zhao Qingxiu pointed at the sweat on his neck and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

Ouyang Rong asked in surprise: "Let me take a shower and leave?"

"Ah."

Zhao Qingxiu bent her neck slightly and lowered her head in response.

She suddenly turned around and went to the kitchen, apparently to boil some water.

I saw the steam rising from the stove and the adorable back of the embroiderer who was busy and busy.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, put down the violin case, hugged a clean scholar's robe, and went to the bathroom...

After two sticks of incense.

In the bathroom filled with mist.

Ouyang Rong lay in the bathtub with his head tilted back.

A hot towel covered his face.

Some herbs were floating on the hot water in the bucket.

Ouyang Rong didn't know what it was for. The embroiderer poured it in when she poured the hot water just now. It looked like some kind of medicinal bath prepared for him.

Considering that some time ago, the embroiderer was worried about his health and made three rules with him, limiting his sexual activity to three days. Ouyang Rong roughly understood what this meant.

"No wonder it gets hotter the more you soak..."

He took a deep breath.

However, when the embroiderer came in to pour him hot water, Ouyang Rong still held back and did not do anything bad.

The main reason was that it was still early and the Fang sisters were still in the yard. It wasn't the middle of the night.

If you force it, the embroiderer will definitely be unhappy.

In addition, Ouyang Rong cannot stay outside tonight and has to go back early.

Looking at it this way, the chances are slim.

He was about to ask about the reward.

But the embroiderer didn't mention it, so Ouyang Rong thought about it and didn't ask.

Ouyang Rong sighed.

In fact, he felt a little hot inside after drinking the soup. Lady Fang was right. This soup really made people feel restless...

At the moment, the only person who could make Ouyang Rong so obedient was probably the embroiderer.

He never denied that he actually felt guilty towards the embroiderer...

When thinking wildly.

A slight "creaking" sound was heard from the door.

Ouyang Rong initially wondered if he had heard it wrong.

After waiting quietly for a while, no more sound was heard, so he continued to cover his face with the towel.

But at this moment, a slight "bang" sound of a door closing was heard, which was caught by Ouyang Rong's ears.

Someone comes in.

"Who?"

Ouyang Rong was curious, and immediately reacted and asked tentatively:

"Embroiderer? Did you forget to take any clothes? Just leave them outside, I'll wash them later... um."

Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped talking.

Because in the hazy mist in front of my eyes, a graceful figure walked out slowly from behind the screen covering the bathtub.

But these are not the key reasons why Ouyang Rong was stunned.

The key point is that the figure of the embroiderer seemed to have long black hair draped over her snow-white shoulders, and she was only wearing... two pieces of underwear, a bellyband and underpants of matching colors.

She was indeed holding some clothes in her hands.

It wasn't Ouyang Rong's, it was just taken off by the embroiderer herself.

"you……"

Before he could speak, Zhao Qingxiu walked over with her head down and put the clothes she had taken off into the basket containing his dirty clothes.

Because her back was facing Ouyang Rong, he could see her thin, snow-white back tied only with a bow string. It was whiter than the hazy mist in the bathroom. The contrast between the two made the surrounding environment look dim.

The water mist greedily clung to the slippery snowy back, like a layer of frost covering a night pearl in winter.

In front of the clothes basket, Zhao Qingxiu turned her back to Ouyang Rong, as if she remembered something. She suddenly raised her calf, reached back without looking back, and pulled off the socks on her calf, immediately revealing a delicate foot.

It turned out that she was wearing not just two pieces of underwear, but four.

Includes two light pink ankle socks that wrap around the foot.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong smiled silently.

He suddenly remembered one of the embroiderer's little hobbies.

She likes to collect socks.
Usually, Pei Shisan Niang would accompany her shopping. The embroiderer was very frugal and didn't like to spend much money. But Pei Shisan Niang insisted on inviting her and took her to the coat shop. Once there, the embroiderer felt embarrassed to leave empty-handed, so she could only buy one or two pieces that she liked and felt she could use, and it would be best if they were cheap... So she symbolically bought two pairs of socks and took them back happily.

When Pei Shisan Niang and Ouyang Rong talked about this at first, he didn't take it too seriously.

Until a few days ago, Ouyang Rong happened to see two rows of neatly stacked clean socks in the embroiderer's closet. They were colorful and many of them were brand new.

She couldn't get through it at all.

But the thrifty embroiderer never thought it was too much and kept adding more. Every time she bought something and washed it, she would grope to the side of the closet and put it away carefully. Her little face covered with eyes showed a look of satisfaction and joy...

Maybe even the embroiderer herself is not aware of this habit.

Ouyang Rong tried to hold back his smile.

At this moment, he saw the embroiderer paused after putting down the dirty clothes, turned her head to look in the direction of the west wing outside, and she picked up his dirty clothes again and pressed her own clothes underneath to cover them.

Ouyang Rong didn't quite understand this detail.

Zhao Qingxiu walked over with lotus steps, picked up the towel on Ouyang Rong's face, tilted her head, and began to wipe him gently.

The soft fingertips occasionally touched the skin on his neck.

It felt like there was an electric current in his fingertips, and Ouyang Rong shuddered subconsciously.

itch.

Zhao Qingxiu wrote on his chest:
[You...you move aside]

Ouyang Rong immediately gave up his seat.

Zhao Qingxiu used a stool and walked into the barrel step by step.

She hugged her chest with her hands, lowered her head to adjust herself, and then freed her hands to wipe Ouyang Rong's body with a towel.

Zhao Qingxiu buried her little head deeply, not daring to look at him.

I raised my hand and wiped it with the towel, but accidentally wiped his face.

"What are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong leaned back, wiped his face, and asked in surprise.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly stood up and wanted to run away in regret.

Ouyang Rong suddenly hugged the pretty girl who turned around.

"Since you're already here, why are you running away? Wait, aren't they still in the house? Are they awake yet?"

[She, they fell asleep]

"What if he wakes up?" Ouyang Rong asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qingxiu remained silent.

I don't know if he heard what he said.

After being hugged, her whole body went limp.

The fingers that tried to write also trembled slightly, like willows in the wind:
[Tan Lang, let go. I don’t want to wash anymore, I don’t want to wash anymore…]

Although she had prepared for a long time, when they really met face to face and were stared at by the burning gaze of her lover that she could almost imagine, she felt so embarrassed that she almost cried.

When Zhao Qingxiu came in, she had taken off her blindfold and was only wearing two tight-fitting clothes.

Seeing his young wife's panicked look with tears in her eyes, Ouyang Rong suddenly blinked:

"Is this the reward that the embroiderer prepared? Give me a bath?"

Zhao Qingxiu tried hard to turn her head away.

[Let go and take a good bath]

"Then don't run."

The corners of Zhao Qingxiu's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips tightly without saying a word.

Ouyang Rong also kept holding her in his arms.

The two of them seemed to be wasting time.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

Under Ouyang Rong's gaze, after a long while, Zhao Qingxiu finally nodded imperceptibly and reluctantly agreed.

Ouyang Rong then carefully let go of his hand.

"Then go ahead and rub it, I won't move."

Zhao Qingxiu was about to lean forward, but her legs seemed to touch something, and she shrank back in fright.

It feels like being pricked by a cactus.

"Snapped……!"

She patted his bare arm and pursed her lips.

Ouyang Rong coughed, turned his back obediently, and lay on the edge of the bucket with his hands open.

"Is this okay?"

"Ah."

Zhao Qingxiu's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Ouyang Rong turned back quietly, bullying her because she couldn't see.

At this moment, the water in the bucket was above their chests.

There was mist all around, and now that he was close, he could see clearly what Zhao Qingxiu was wearing.

Today's set of bellyband and underpants is vermilion, embroidered with two mandarin ducks playing in the water.

After being wetted by the water, it stuck to her skin which was as smooth as milk.

It should be new, he had never seen it before, and wondered if Pei Shisan Niang bought it for her.

No wonder Pei Shisanniang smiled when she saw her these past two days, and even blinked when they met today...

Just at this moment when the air warms up.

Ouyang Rong took the time to look at the cyan and gold letters on the small wooden fish in the Merit Tower.

【Merit: 5,820】

He felt that he would have to take another drastic cut today.

……

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(PS: Brothers, please give me a monthly ticket~or2)

(End of this chapter)