No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 732 Spring Night
night.

A new couplet was specially posted in the courtyard today.

There was silence for a moment on the bed that was specially covered with red bedding.

Zhao Qingxiu quickly gave an answer to Ouyang Rong's somewhat strange request.

Ouyang Rong felt a finger writing on his chest:

[Ask me what I do, ask yourself]

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing and muttered:
"I really shouldn't ask the embroiderer about this...hmm."

Halfway through her words, her mouth was blocked, and the words that were about to come out of her lips were "swallowed" by her.

Ouyang Rong discovered that the embroiderer had a strong learning ability. She even knew to cover her ears with her hands when drinking honey water, and she learned from him very well.

This action allows the person below to feel all of his senses between the lips and teeth.

Because the hands cover the ears and block the hearing, the other five senses are naturally strengthened.

However, what Ouyang Rong did not expect was that soon, the embroiderer went a step further and gave him a lesson:

She bit her ear.

Ouyang Rong's body subconsciously shuddered with pleasure and he couldn't help but pinch her blushing ears.

It's like picking up a piece of candy and chewing it...

Just like that, all his hearing tonight belonged to her.

So is she.

The night passed quietly...

People say that a night of spring is worth a thousand gold.

For Ouyang Rong, it is a thousand virtues.

Tonight is indeed worthy of this sentence.

Back in Nanlong, when the embroiderer was welcomed into the family, the two were still too young to have any love night together.

And tonight, Ouyang Rong brought the embroiderer back home, entered the marriage hall in public, and passed the test of his aunt and junior sister. This was the closest result to a formal marriage that could be achieved given the sensitive identity of the embroiderer.

Perhaps knowing this, Zhao Qingxiu was particularly serious tonight and even broke the three-day cooling-off period rule, which shows how passionate he was.

Ouyang Rong soon discovered.

My previous worries were unnecessary.

Facing the vicious and ungentlemanly dragon, before I had swung my sword 809 times, I was already broken and limp like mud. But the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. I can only go down this path until the end...

Ouyang Rong did not intentionally bully others, and in the past he always started with a thousand merits.

This time there were only more than 800 merits left to use, and he thought he would have to overdraw. After all, the embroiderer's subjective initiative was surprisingly strong tonight, and she asked for a fight too confidently. Ouyang Rong was a little unsure and felt a little guilty.

But he never expected that a dignified Yue woman could not even afford 500 merits and yet she had already hung up the sign of no-fighting. Ouyang Rong laughed secretly, and when she saw her face flushed with panic, he tore up the no-fighting agreement.

The situation has reversed, and from then on the offense and defense have changed. If the woman can go, he can go too!

For a moment, the mandarin duck embroidered quilt on the couch was fluttering red waves.

……

When I woke up again, it was dawn.

The light in the house was dim, the night remained and the daylight had not yet risen.

Feeling the pressure of a little black-haired head on his arm, Ouyang Rong turned around after waking up and pulled Zhao Qingxiu into his arms. She also took the initiative to get in. As expected, she was not asleep and got even closer.

The two of them hugged each other and snuggled on the couch.

"Um, what's wrong?"

Ouyang Rong muttered lazily, and he felt that his voice was more nasal:
"Xiu Niang, did my snoring wake you up?"

The beauty in his arms shook her head first, then placed her fingertips on his chest.

【No】

There was a pause.

[Tan Lang is just tired]

Ouyang Rong immediately straightened his face and corrected him seriously: "I'm not tired, I just had something to do during the day, so I need to close my eyes and rest."

She seemed to smile and wrote lightly:
[Okay, Tan Lang is closing his eyes to rest, I am a light sleeper, I can’t sleep for long, but I don’t want to sleep either]

He caught a glimpse and asked, "Why are you reluctant to sleep?"

Zhao Qingxiu's words seemed to answer:

[It’s just like a dream, Tan Lang, it feels like a dream tonight]

Ouyang Rong replied seriously:

"Then I'll let you have this dream every night from now on, and we won't come out."

"Puchi." She laughed, and her slender body rolled and swayed in Ouyang Rong's arms. She seemed very happy, as if she could be happy just by imagining this.

Ouyang Rong felt a little confused. Why was she smiling foolishly for no reason? However, he could hardly hold her. As expected, a woman who was happy was harder to hold than a pig during the Chinese New Year, and the embroiderer was no exception.

Ouyang Rong felt that the embroiderer had placed one of her legs on his legs. It was a defenseless and unabashed posture, and it was also a completely relaxed state for the woman:
[No, Tan Lang needs to exercise restraint]

She did not forget to give a serious warning.

Ouyang Rong nodded:
"Okay, but from what I've seen tonight, I'm not the only one who needs to exercise moderation."

Zhao Qingxiu's writing fingers suddenly stopped moving, as if she was shy, and she didn't respond. After a while, she slowly drew circles on his chest, enjoying the afterglow and peaceful silence of the passion.

Ouyang Rong felt a little itchy, raised his hand, and then put it down.

Because the embroiderer had already used her fingers to scratch his itch.

Like we are in sync.

“It’s really like a dream.”

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, then suddenly repeated the sentence.

"But you are not a dream, and neither am I. We are both human beings with noses, eyes, flesh and blood, and breathing. We can feel the warmth of each other's chests."

he asks:

"Xiuniang, do you think there is anything more real than this in the world?"

Zhao Qingxiu felt Tan Lang's index finger in the quilt, pointing at her heart, and then he grabbed her index finger and touched his heart.

He said: "At this moment, the two are closest."

Zhao Qingxiu, who was lying on Ouyang Rong's broad chest, was stunned for a moment. She raised her head to see his expression, but she couldn't see it because Ouyang Rong was looking up at the ceiling curtains above the bed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

It is like a pool of clear blue water, sometimes calm, sometimes fierce, with no bottom in sight.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly felt an urge to know all his thoughts.

She turned over, held his angular face in one hand, and wrote directly on his chest:

[Tan Lang brought me back and met my family. Doesn’t he want to ask about my family’s affairs? I seem to have never seen Tan Lang ask]

Zhao Qingxiu's question was a bit bold. After she finished writing it, she was a little scared when she came to her senses.

But afterwards, Zhao Qingxiu did not make any amends and waited for Tan Lang's reply with bated breath.

If it were in the past, she would never ask this question, especially after learning about Ouyang Rong’s official identity from Second Senior Sister Yu Nianyuan... In the past, she would have been like a little ostrich burying her head in the sand.

Zhao Qingxiu had no idea where the courage suddenly surged from in his heart.

It felt like there was a breath in my chest that I had to let out.

This courage did not just come now. It seemed to have been brewing from the afternoon, to the dinner, and then to midnight.

Tonight, she was able to take the initiative to turn over, to break the three-day restraint agreement, to scare Tan Lang so much with her formation and aura that he proposed the condition of "swinging the sword less than 809 times", and so on, all because of her courage!
It seemed that when the second senior sister came an hour earlier in the afternoon, she ran into him at the back door and found that he seemed to be worried about going out by car and was going to pick her up unplanned.

It seemed like it was when he accompanied her silently, while Sister Xie and Miss Ye beside him warmly and sincerely welcomed her to Yinbingzhai to dress up and gave her advice on her appearance at the dinner party.

It seemed that, at the birthday dinner, she heard Tan Lang receiving the guests in a relaxed and controlled manner and controlling the situation perfectly. These actions silently created the right atmosphere for her to serve the longevity noodles.

It was also like that when he rushed in without hesitation after she screamed in the bathroom at night.

And...he had finally fulfilled his promise to "welcome her home with a birthday gift" and was snoring a little tiredly just now.

Although Zhao Qingxiu lost his sight, he still saw many details clearly.

I also learned more details from my second sister:

It turned out that he had long known that she was a Vietnamese woman wanted by the imperial court, and a traitor who was to be captured by the decree he personally issued.

It turned out that it was he who caused the Fang sisters, Master Yizhi, and Tao Shouzhai to all lose contact some time ago, and also ensured that their lives were temporarily safe. He was protecting their common home like a beautiful girl in a golden house so that it would not be disturbed.

It turned out that he had secretly helped her deal with so many flaws, and it was not because the government and the Supervisory Council were incompetent and could not catch her for a long time.

It turns out that all results have causes, and this cause is the result of the previous time.

What was the very first cause?

Is it fate? Is it the five hundred years of praying before the Buddha in the previous life? Is it the prayers kneeling under the prayer wheel? Is it the red stick that was shaken out in the Guanyin Hall of Chengtian Temple? Or is it the answer that Master murmured back then, "gains and losses are also fate"?
Zhao Qingxiu felt that neither was true.

It's courage.

The cause of everything is courage.

Only if you have the courage to take that step can there be a cause.

Most of the connections in this world are not given by God, but are won through one’s own brave struggle.

It's not that we are not destined to be together, or that fate is unpredictable, but that we lack courage, and are cowardly and retreat...

Zhao Qingxiu, who was in a daze, heard a gentle and magnetic voice reply in her ears:

"Has any family come to visit, Miss Xiu? Are they in the city? If so, we can meet them."

After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he smiled to himself, rubbed her head and said:
"Moreover, as long as they are family members you bring to me, they are considered half of my family. No matter if they are familiar or not, I will treat them well. At least in Xunyang City, they will be properly arranged and will not be wronged."

He spoke lightly, and it was hard to tell whether he had any hidden meaning.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.

[Isn't Tan Lang afraid at all? It seems that I rarely see Tan Lang hesitate.]

Ouyang Rong seemed to think about it seriously and answered directly:
"Of course I am afraid. I am afraid of many things, but it doesn't stop me from knocking on their door, or them knocking on my door."

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but quickly raised her head and pecked his lips:

[Tan Lang is really brave, a man of great courage]

Hearing the word "Dayong", Ouyang Rong wanted to separate them and drive a car, but the good character of a gentleman suppressed it.

He waved his hand indifferently:
"Courage is not about moving forward without any worries, but about moving forward with full strides even though you know there are worries behind you. These two are different."

[So Tanlang is the latter?]

Ouyang Rong suddenly smiled and said:
"I am neither of them. I don't care about anything. I just keep moving forward. No one can stop me. If I can't accomplish something, others can't accomplish it either. If I want to accomplish something, others still can't accomplish it either."

Zhao Qingxiu frowned, as if she felt that the words were a bit profound.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:

[The embroiderer hasn't answered me yet, is it because her family is here?]

Zhao Qingxiu changed the subject and wrote:
[Tan Lang, do you remember what I told you before?]

"what?"

[You said you would do your best to guide me, I said so at the time, and I did so]

"Remember, what happened."

[Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that Tan Lang seemed to have completed it. Tan Lang is really amazing]

Ouyang Rong looked at the ceiling and said softly:
"It was you who gave me the courage. In fact, I used to play dumb and avoid such things. I just tried to get by because it was too troublesome and I should focus on other things. Well, my previous thoughts... forget it, let's not talk about this."

Zhao Qingxiu smiled and nodded gently: "Yeah."

Ouyang Rong turned around, held up Zhao Qingxiu's face and said solemnly:
"Although that's what I said, I should encourage you and not ask too many questions, but I still want to say, Xiu Niang, there's no need to keep anything to yourself, we are a family.

"This is what Junior Sister said yesterday, I'll tell you too."

Zhao Qingxiu heard the seriousness in his tone.

After a while, he nodded heavily:
【Know】

Ouyang Rong glanced at the sky outside, blinked and said:

"Okay, wake up."

"Ah."

The two of them simply washed up.

Ouyang Rong went to the yard to wash his face, while the embroiderer changed clothes in the house.

Just then, the sound of Ye Weilai's footsteps was heard in the yard outside.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Ouyang Rong went to open the door with a smile on his face, but he saw that Ye Weilai's expression was a little serious.

He immediately restrained his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tan Lang, the prince and the little princess are in the main hall, calling you over. They said there's something strange and possibly urgent, and they need you to make a decision. The sooner the better. Miss Xie has already rushed over."

"Maybe an emergency? Something strange?"

Ouyang Rong keenly grasped two key words.

Ye Weilai said thoughtfully with a pretty face:
"Well, it seems that it was because of a letter that was sent from Xunyang Palace early in the morning."

"Okay, wait a moment."

He immediately went back to the house and put on a blue shirt.

Ouyang Rong first turned around and gave a few words to Zhao Qingxiu who had prepared hot water for him to wash his face. After a while, he washed his face and strode out the door.

Zhao Qingxiu had her three thousand black silk shawl on her shoulders, the sky-blue satin ribbon was a little loose and slightly crooked, covering her starry eyes. Her slender figure stood at the door of the house, as if "looking" at him leaving.

Even the ice-white jade hairpin that loved to make crisp sounds followed the hostess in becoming quiet and watching silently.

Ouyang Rong walked out of the courtyard, and Ye Weilai, who was waiting outside, followed him out of habit.

Ouyang Rong, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head and whispered something to her.

Upon hearing this, Ye Weilai nodded seriously and stopped.

She stood still and watched Tan Lang leave.

After a moment, the silver-haired girl turned her head and glanced at the quiet Yinbingzhai courtyard behind her.

"Long Lingling~"

The morning breeze rustles the jade hairpin.

Even if you want to be still, the wind will not stop.

(End of this chapter)