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Chapter 685: Junior Sister VS Xiu Niang, Rong Zhen VS Ouyang Rong [Double monthly tickets for two and a half days]

"Young Master may not be able to come today, as he has to accompany his aunt at home."

"Ah."

"Why did you buy so much rice, Miss Xiu Niang? To winnow it, to grind it, to roll it into noodles? Why are you making noodles for no reason? Are you preparing it for the young master?"

In the morning, a luxury car came back from the market. On the way, Pei Shisan Niang looked curiously at Zhao Qingxiu, who had purchased some different ingredients today.

Zhao Qingxiu nodded and shook her head.

[I am making noodles, but not for Tan Lang. I am making them for Aunt Zhen and Sister Xie. They are called longevity noodles, to celebrate their birthdays.]

Pei Shisan Niang said calmly:
"Miss Xiu Niang, do you know her name?"

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated and nodded.

Pei Shisan Niang thought about it and didn't say anything else.

The luxurious carriage arrived at the gate of the quiet courtyard and parked.

Pei Shisan Niang helped carry a few bags of pounded rice and entered the yard.

It rained last night and the ground was slippery today. Pei Shisan Niang helped Zhao Qingxiu do these hard chores and did not allow the servants to interfere or enter the courtyard.

In the hall of the courtyard, after putting away all the things, Zhao Qingxiu fumbled for a bowl of water and handed it to Pei Shisan Niang.

"Ah."

"You're welcome, Miss Xiu Niang, you don't need to thank me."

Pei Shisanniang looked at the pretty girl in front of her with a smile and waved her hand.

"Actually, Miss Xiu Niang, if you need any help, you can always tell me, and I will do my best to help you."

【it is good】

Pei Shisanniang found that her sleeve was gently tugged, and Zhao Qingxiu in front of her lowered her head and smiled faintly.

Pei Shisan Niang also smiled, and couldn't help but touch Zhao Qingxiu's head affectionately, and carefully ruffled her hair.

Although this embroiderer is blind, she lives her life like an ordinary girl and insists that she is a normal girl.

For example, every time before going out to buy something, she would sit in front of the dressing table and do her makeup in front of the invisible bronze mirror. However, of course, she also had to find someone to help her comb her hair and braid it. After the Fang sisters left, these things were done by Pei Shisan Niang.

Pei Shisan Niang was also very happy.

In addition, the embroiderer girl also insisted on learning how to cook for herself and wash clothes and dry them for the young master.

The days in this small courtyard are down-to-earth and positive.

If you don't look at her eyes covered by the sky-blue ribbon.

She is really no different from a normal girl.

Pei Shisan Niang is a woman and understands women's minds very well. Miss Xiu Niang roughly feels that even though she is so disabled, she can still give her lover everything that a normal couple should have.

The body is disabled but the mind is strong, that's all.

After seeing all this clearly, Pei Shisan Niang liked Zhao Qingxiu more and more.

It's true that she is a mercenary and snobbish businessman, but she also knows that true love cannot be purchased with money, and true love cannot be retained with ten thousand silver coins.

Therefore, even though Pei Shisan Niang took good care of the embroiderer at the beginning, it was only to please the young master.

But after being together for such a long time, she began to like this quiet, gentle and kind girl from the bottom of her heart.

The two girls, who had just returned to the yard, drank tea and rested for a while in the lobby. Zhao Qingxiu prepared to go to the kitchen to try to make longevity noodles.

Pei Shisanniang held the teacup in her hand, lowered her eyes and said suddenly:
"Miss Xiu Niang, it won't be long before Madam Zhen's birthday ceremony. If you move out of the courtyard and live with the young master in Huaiye Lane..."

She paused, glanced around to see if there was anyone around, and said in a low voice:

"If you need anything on weekdays, you can tell me. As long as I can do it, I will not neglect it. Well, I also wish you and the young master a long and happy life together, and a son soon."

Pei Shisan Niang was all smiles.

After Zhao Qingxiu heard it clearly, her originally puzzled face suddenly flushed.

"Mmmmmmm..."

She lowered her head and ran to the kitchen in a hurry.

In the lobby, Pei Shisan Niang laughed.

"How adorable! No wonder the young master loves her so much."

After mumbling to herself, the beautiful woman put down the teacup, took out a small bell from her sleeve and left it on the table, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Miss Xiu Niang, as usual, ring the bell if you have something to do. I will go out and take care of something for a while."

Pei Shisan Niang left a word and left the quiet courtyard. Zhao Qingxiu started preparing longevity noodles in the kitchen.

Although she was blind and mute, her five senses were very clear and she was very familiar with this kitchen. She even knew exactly where was the best place to lie down. She had studied this with Tan Lang... Zhao Qingxiu, who was kneading the dough on the chopping board with her head down, blushed slightly and shook her head gently, shaking off the slightly dirty idea influenced by Tan Lang.

Anyway, she was quick-witted and after fiddling with it for a quarter of an hour, she finally made a bowl of noodles.

Zhao Qingxiu stretched out a finger, endured the scalding pain, and put it into the pot.

He dipped his finger in it and tasted the soup.

Without eyes to tell the heat and doneness of soup noodles, one can only use the feel of the skin to test it. This is one of the many experiences Zhao Qingxiu has summed up in cooking after becoming blind.

Zhao Qingxiu smiled slightly and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

She took a clean porcelain bowl, poured a bowl of longevity noodles, and brought it out of the kitchen.

When she arrived at the lobby, she placed the longevity noodles on the table, covered her eyes and looked around, as if she was looking at the quiet courtyard around her.

"Ding-ding-dong——"

"Long Ling——"

Zhao Qingxiu rang the bell left by Pei Shisanniang.

At the same time, a sudden breeze blew through the corridor, making the ice-white jade hairpin that Zhao Qingxiu often wore in her hair make a crisp sound.

The sound of bells and the collision of jade echoed in the empty courtyard.

For a moment, the courtyard seemed increasingly lonely and empty, with a hint of ethereal atmosphere.

Tan Lang's clothes hanging on the clothesline in the yard were also fluttering in the wind, as if they were covered by an invisible wind.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head slightly and waited, listening attentively.

I heard a familiar woman's footsteps coming from a distance.

"I am here..."

She was outside at the courtyard gate, calling out as she approached.

Just as Zhao Qingxiu was about to open her mouth to respond, she heard Pei Shisanniang's footsteps outside suddenly stop.

Immediately, there was a strange yet familiar conversation, both between women.

Pei Shisanniang's voice sounded again with some stammering:
"Thanks……"

"Don't thank me. Who is hiding? Is it you or someone else?"

The voice was originally quite gentle, but the words of the owner of the voice at this moment were a bit cold and lonely.

"I don't have one."

Pei Shisanniang outside the door seemed to speak subconsciously, but after realizing something, she immediately shut up and changed her words:
"That's not what I meant. Listen to me. Actually, a distant relative of mine is temporarily staying here..."

The gentle and cold female voice interrupted:

"Your distant relative likes to give gifts to others. He even gave away the words 'Never Forget Each Other'."

He seemed to chuckle and nodded:

"Step aside."

She repeated it again, and seemed to sniff, with a slight choked nasal sound.

Pei Shisanniang's voice was a little panicked:
"Thank you, Miss. My relative is not feeling well and cannot meet anyone..."

At this moment, another clear voice belonging to the young lady sounded, strange and arrogant, but it seemed to be slightly muffled through the cloth:
"Xie girl, don't listen to her. The ink that this fairy smelled points to this courtyard and distant relatives. This Shang woman loves to lie. This fairy remembers that she once designed to bully Xiaoxuan's family. She is the most cunning, no doubt about it!"

The young lady who called herself the Fairy Lady shouted in a somewhat incendiary voice:
"Hurry, hurry, go in and catch the adulterer and see who the vixen is. Humph, that boy doesn't go home for dinner every day and comes home so late at night. This fairy has long suspected him. But this fairy is so good at predicting things. Hehe, the nemesis of bad men, I am the best at catching adulterers, no one else!"

"..."

The next second, two voices came from outside the door:

"Thank you for your understanding, young lady..."

Pei Shisan Niang was halfway through her speech.

"Snapped--!"

A crisp slapping sound echoed inside and outside the courtyard.

The whole world fell into silence.

With a creak, the gate was pushed open.

In the lobby, Zhao Qingxiu turned around.

A person in red appeared at the doorway that she couldn't see clearly because her eyes were covered by the sky-blue ribbon.

Red like fire.

And it's cold as ice.

……

The gate of the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong, who had hurried over, looked at the quiet courtyard in a daze after hearing Rong Zhen's words.

Rong Zhen pointed at the red slap mark on Pei Sanshi Niang's face:
"So, you think one is too few? Governor Ouyang doesn't think it's crowded at all."

She smiled and said:
"I feel it's too crowded."

Ouyang Rong suddenly came back to his senses and licked his dry lips.

Pei Shisan Niang was about to speak, but Rong Zhen glanced at her with a cold gaze.

Pei Shisan Niang stepped back, mustering up her courage and speaking quickly:

"Sir, Miss Xie has already gone in. I was useless and failed to stop her. Miss Rong came half an incense stick late and indeed did not go in, but she did not call for anyone to arrest her either..."

"Pa!" A very crisp slapping sound suddenly rang out.

Pei Shisanniang's face was swollen and covered with slap marks. She covered one side of her face with one hand and lowered her head deeply.

Ouyang Rong reacted and took a step forward to stand in front of her.

Rong Zhen lowered her eyes, wiped her hands carefully with a handkerchief, and said lightly:
"I am talking to Governor Ouyang, do you have the right to interrupt?"

Ouyang Rong frowned: "Ms. Rong is going too far."

"Are you distressed?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Rong Zhen tilted his head:

"The one in the yard must be heartbroken, right?"

Ouyang Rong did not answer. His expression was calm and he spoke at a normal speed:

"Ms. Rong, wait for me for a while. I will take care of some household chores and give you an explanation about the matter of the embroiderer."

Rong Zhen smiled:

"Who cares about your explanation? You should report to His Majesty. I will arrest this girl first and then report to the court."

Ouyang Rong turned back suddenly:
"Don't go!"

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around:
"You yell at me, order me around?"

She didn't call herself "this palace".

"Ouyang Lianghan, who gave you the courage and qualifications to yell at me and give me orders?"

Ouyang Rong's expression and voice were as firm as iron:
"It's not an order, it's a request!"

"Is this your attitude when you ask for help? Do you really think I am your subordinate? Ouyang Lianghan, I hope you will have such a tough expression when you see her in prison."

After saying that, Rong Zhen suddenly turned around and left.

But the next second, Ouyang Rong grabbed her arm, and Rong Zhen's petite and delicate body was pulled back to normal.

Her eyes were red, her chest was heaving violently, and the words coming out of her pale lips were mocking and indifferent:
"Let go of the dog's hand. If you catch it again, I'll chop it off and then file a complaint against you for molestation..."

"Madam!"

Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted:
"This is my only request. Please...please be flexible. I admit that this is out of personal motives, but I will never interfere with official duties. I promise that if I violate your will, you will...deal with me!"

Rong Zhen heard him speaking the softest words in the toughest tone.

In all the time they had known each other, she had never heard such soft words from Ouyang Rong.

His sharp eyebrows and bright eyes stared at her intently.

Eyes full of determination.

Rong Zhen took a deep breath, turned her head away, not wanting him to look into her eyes, and uttered a word without emotion:
"roll."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and stood in front of her, as strong as a mountain.

Rong Zhen turned around fiercely and glared at him:
"Let go of your paws."

Ouyang Rong still shook his head, but he changed his hand.

He changed from grabbing her bare forearm to grabbing her forearm covered by the sleeve cloth, as if to show respect and avoid suspicion.

The two of them struggled silently for a while.

Rong Zhenkong raised one of his hands and put it behind his back, clenching his fist until his fingers turned white.

"it is good!"

She suddenly spoke, raised her chin and smiled:
"Within three breaths, except for killing me, give me three, two, one reasons for not reporting it..."

When she uttered the last digit, Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted:
"I will definitely teach you the old musician's music!"

"I know how to do it."

"Including the essence!"

Rong Zhen sneered:

"just you."

"It's me!"

She said in a hard tone:

"I am stupid, nothing will happen to me."

"Keep teaching until you learn it."

"Okay, I'll teach you for the rest of my life."

Ouyang Rong's cheeks puffed up, and he looked a little cruel:
"Never!"

Another sentence:
"I will definitely teach you that those who break their promises will be chopped into pieces..."

Rong Zhen, who was originally smiling, suddenly interrupted:

“Why do I need to chop your body into pieces? If you go in, the Xie family girl will tear you in half. I will collect your body for you. Haha, hahaha.”

She laughed dryly twice, her expression gradually became dull, she turned her face away, and looked into the distance with a dull look in her eyes.

No words.

Ouyang Rong tried to loosen his hand, but found that Rong Zhen didn't move.

Seeing that the most unstable factor had been temporarily stabilized, I breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no time to ask her how she found the embroiderer. He immediately turned around and rushed to the yard.

At this time, Pei Shisan Niang, who had been standing there as punishment with her face covered, saw out of the corner of her eye a figure of a blue-clothed constable returning.

Yan Liulang stood not far behind Rong Zhen and Pei Shisan Niang, with his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead, not saying a word, like an invisible person.

Rong Zhen ignored him, his dark eyes staring blankly at the yard in front of him, no one knew what he was thinking.

Pei Shisan Niang couldn't help but look back at this colleague who also worked under the young master.

Yan Liulang stared at her without blinking, his chest slightly straightened.

Pei Shisanniang's eyes were filled with resentment...

From Rong Zhen's side to the entrance of the quiet courtyard, it is less than twenty meters.

It only took a few breaths, but to Ouyang Rong it felt like a century had passed.

As he approached the yard, Ouyang Rong's originally hurried steps became slower and slower.

The courtyard in front of him was extremely quiet.

Like a dark and unknown abyss.

It's not really to say that I'm scared or afraid.

It can be said to be calm and indifferent, but that is not the case.

Ouyang Rong is not a timid person.

On the contrary, when he really encounters something big, a great courage will surge in his chest.

In career, no matter big or small, you are decisive and courageous.

As for emotions, it’s a little different;
When it comes to the daily jealousy of the women in the family, he would be a little timid and try his best to avoid conflicts between them.

But when you really encounter major emotional events or crucial moments, you will be very brave and have nothing to be afraid of.

That is, when it comes to women, he is timid in small matters but brave in big ones.

Ouyang Rong adjusted his breathing and straightened his clothes, and finally, he tiptoed to the gate of the courtyard.

The courtyard gate was ajar.

He placed his palm on the copper ring on the wooden door for easy knocking.

Slowly tighten your grip.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that most of the time in a person's life is actually ordinary and stable, but there will be special nodes in the middle. You don't know when the interpersonal relationships in your entire life will be suddenly disrupted, resulting in earth-shaking changes. Some changes are good, some are bad, and most are unknown. The gears of fate will suddenly accelerate.

Just like he is today.

Mingming was just like every time he came here in the past, wearing the most comfortable blue Confucian robe, coming here in a low-key and ordinary manner, preparing to enter the hospital and eat the food prepared by the embroiderer.

But today, after he pushed open the door in front of him, the changes were unknown.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong was extremely aware of this, but it seemed... it was of no use.
Rumbling--

Above his head, bursts of muffled thunder came from the thick dark clouds slowly pressing down on the northern sky, as if there was a savage beast hidden in the clouds, roaring angrily.

The rain that didn't stop last night is pouring down again.

Unavoidable.

Ouyang Rong didn't look up. He took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and pushed the door open.

He walked into the lobby.

What caught Ouyang Rong's eye was a strange and bizarre scene, which made him startle for a moment with a tense face:
Beside the Eight Immortals Table, there sat a beautiful figure in fiery red.

He was the only person in the lobby.

Xie Lingjiang was wearing a red skirt that dragged on the ground. She was holding a bowl of noodles with chopsticks in her hand and eating noodles with her head down.

Zhao Qingxiu, in the white dress, was not seen in the lobby.

Ouyang Rong looked around and finally saw the vague figure of the embroiderer in the backyard.

She was...standing on tiptoe in front of the clothesline, collecting his men's clothes.

The whole courtyard is peaceful and tranquil.

Just like always... eh.

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(PS: Good brothers, please give me double the monthly tickets. Go! Go!)

(End of this chapter)