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Chapter 742 Don't worry, I'm the best at running

Zhao Qingxiu's face turned red.

If you open the curtain of the carriage at this moment and let the daylight from outside in, you can see that her cheeks are red and her expression is both shy and shocked. The changes in her little face at this moment are very exciting and complicated.

The girl, who had finally mustered up the courage to confess, seemed to wish she could find a hole to crawl into.

[Tan Lang knows, knows, has known it for a long time? ]

She wrote with trembling fingers.

Ouyang Rong stared at Zhao Qingxiu for a while and said softly:
"I thought you might just be an ordinary female monarch of Yunmeng Jianze. When I met you, you were blind and mute. Who would have thought you were a virgin?"

He shook his head slightly and said calmly:
"But after experiencing a few things, I was about 70% sure. One thing was that I had already learned from the government that Yue Chuzi was in the city, most likely hiding in Chengtian Temple, and we met in Chengtian Temple.

"Another incident happened on the day the Fang sisters left. I was actually the one who dealt with them, along with that mysterious One Finger Zen Master. But these sisters really couldn't keep secrets.

"There is another thing that is related to Junior Sister. She should have known it a long time ago, right? She knew it when we were in Dragon City. I was unconscious at that time, and you saved me. She should have seen you and knew of your existence. Otherwise, she would not have been so easy to accept when we met in the quiet courtyard that day, and she would not have accepted you so quickly. She also repeatedly told me not to let you down.

"Junior sister should have been ready to speak to me directly several times, but by that time I had already made up my mind, so there was no need for her to say anything. Junior sister's hesitation only proved my thoughts again. But it's better to keep it a secret and not point it out.

"If I'm not mistaken, something unspeakable must have happened during the time I was unconscious in Dragon City, otherwise Junior Sister wouldn't have kept it from me. It's very likely that the palace also knows about this, and it's related to you, Xiu Niang...

"But since they chose to hide it from me after I woke up, they must have had what they thought was good intentions, so they concealed the truth. I don't really want to ask directly."

Ouyang Rong was surprisingly calm and spoke in detail without being annoyed or angry. However, when Zhao Qingxiu heard his words, her feeling was that there was an indescribable meaning in his tone.

Zhao Qingxiu listened to everything one by one, and her body began to sway.

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong paused for a moment, bent down, and took out a sky-blue ribbon that he always kept from the secret compartment under his seat.

He reached out and pulled off the ribbon that had wet marks on Zhao Qingxiu's eyes and replaced it with a clean one.

Zhao Qingxiu followed his pulling motion, gently tilted her face and leaned on his shoulder.

"In fact, there is one more thing you may not know, which is also very important in this."

Ouyang Rong's movements were extremely gentle. He tied the ribbon around her hair and tied a bow behind her head. He continued:
"I already knew you were the embroiderer, the child bride back then. From Longcheng County to Jiangzhou, from the Pure Land Palace of Donglin Temple to the quiet courtyard outside Chengtian Temple, you appeared by my side time and time again, pretending to be a passerby, a patient, and a cook. I know your feelings, but I also know that you are still unwilling to express your honest feelings, so I might as well pretend to be a new acquaintance of yours...

"By the way, Zhao Qingxiu, is this your current official name? The Yue Chuzi of Yunmeng Jianze's generation, the newest swordsmanship leader on the mountain.

"But I didn't know it at first. I only knew that you were a female monarch. But you and my mother are from the same clan and have the same surname, so your surname is Zhao. A female monarch with the surname Zhao... um."

Zhao Qingxiu was so excited that she could not bear it. When she heard the young man in the scholar's robe in front of her whispering her name, she began to chant softly:
"Child bride embroiderer... Vietnamese virgin Zhao Qingxiu... embroiderer... Zhao Qingxiu... If Zhao Qingxiu had a nickname, wouldn't it be the same pronunciation as embroiderer? I don't know who gave you the right name, it's really appropriate.

"Also, your family members, um, senior sisters, forged the signatures on the roster of the Beitian Nursing Home of Donglin Temple in Longcheng to take you away, and actually exposed themselves. They filled in the words 'Xiuniang'. Xiuniang is Xiuniang, isn't it? That's it, it should be like this...Xiuniang, wife, don't you think so?"

Ouyang Rong looked straight ahead, talking to himself, asking and answering himself, and when he got to the end, he lowered his head and asked with a smile about the pretty girl on his shoulder.

Zhao Qingxiu listened attentively, her face was a little embarrassed, but also excited, and she couldn't help but write:
[Tan Lang is right. I am the embroiderer. I am the embroiderer first, and then Zhao Qingxiu.]

Ouyang Rong also nodded seriously and emphasized again:
"Me too. For me, Tan Lang came first, and then Ouyang Lianghan. They have a sequence, and they should have a sequence."

Zhao Qingxiu took a deep breath and lowered his head to write:

[Will Tanlang blame me for hiding it?]

Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"No, everyone has their own difficulties. I have my own difficulties, too. I have hidden things, and it's not just Ouyang Lianghan's identity. But even if I have, so what? We are still together now, so it doesn't affect anything."

Zhao Qingxiu cried with joy and lowered her head to rub the corners of her eyes under the ribbon.

Ouyang Rong reached out and rubbed her head.

At this moment, Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be thinking of something. Ouyang Rong saw her face change and turned pale. He grabbed his hand and immediately wrote:

[I almost forgot, Tan Lang, besides confessing my identity, I also have something important to say]

Ouyang Rong looked calm and said calmly, "Xiu Niang, you write, I'm reading."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head, and from the side, her small face, the size of a palm, was full of a serious expression.

She wrote word by word:

[My Second Senior Sister is Here]

"Where is it? Next to the Xunyang Grottoes?"

Ouyang Rong looked around and his face did not look surprised.

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head.

[She was coming, and the senior sister would come later, but she came to me first, and she came alone. She knew about us, and she was the one who told me your official identity.]

Ouyang Rong nodded and asked:
"What do you mean, Second Senior Sister?"

[Second Senior Sister, on behalf of the sect, gave me two choices... She even suggested that I come to you and ask me not to make a hasty decision, and let you choose, so that we can choose together.]

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "What choice? Let the embroiderer speak first."

Zhao Qingxiu's chest heaved.

[Second Senior Sister said, I… we only have two options. One is that I can choose not to go, but it will be difficult for her to report back. There will be people coming later, and it is still unknown what the Senior Sister and the sect will do to you and us later…]

The speed at which she wrote on Ouyang Rong's palm became slower and slower. If she still had her eyes and had not lost her sight, Zhao Qingxiu should have already glanced to see Ouyang Rong's expression.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and watched silently.

Zhao Qingxiu also gradually noticed the silence of Tan Lang in front of her. The more she wrote, the more uneasy she inevitably felt.

As if waiting for some kind of final judgment, she didn't know what she was afraid of. Was it that he would agree after weighing the pros and cons, or that he would refuse but then follow a long period of silence, with inner hesitation and struggle?

Zhao Qingxiu didn't know either. She suddenly realized that for some things, after you said them, the other party's silence for just three breaths was enough to indicate a problem, even if they were just thinking seriously.

Zhao Qingxiu used to like quietness and silence, and she also enjoyed the quietness and silence when she was with Tan Lang, that kind of tacit understanding and wordless time.

But at this moment, she had never been so afraid of Tan Lang's habitual silence later.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly looked up, and her little face tried to show a bright smile.

The pretty girl leaned against the shoulder of the young man in the Confucian robe, and continued to write to him as if she was happily offering him a treasure:
[Well, this is the last warning from Jianze. It is a bit serious, but they don't have any bad intentions. Don't be afraid, Tanlang. We still have a second way. I think it's not bad. Second Senior Sister said that as long as I go back with her today, I don't need to interfere in the matter of the Big Buddha. I will leave today and temporarily leave Tanlang. I just want to go back to Jianze first. If Tanlang nods, Second Senior Sister promises that no matter what happens in the city today, she and the sect will protect your safety, Tanlang, and will also give you an extra big benefit...]

"Stop talking."

Zhao Qingxiu was halfway through writing when Ouyang Rong interrupted her.

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She tilted her head with a charming smile, wrote and asked:

[Tan Lang, don't you want to listen to my talk about the benefits? Don't talk yet, read it first... Senior Sister said that if you choose the second path, you will be rewarded with a political achievement. If Jianze breaks through Shuangfeng Peak and Xunyang City, she can cooperate with you to stage a drama of you recovering the lost territory, and accumulate credit for turning the tide for you. In addition, she will also give you an extra special Yunmeng Order. No one in Tiannan Jianghu will hurt you in the future, and it will also be convenient for you to govern Jiangnan in the future. In fact, it’s okay for me to go back temporarily. I can’t be trapped there. I will run out later. Don’t worry, Tan Lang, I’m the best at running...]

Before Zhao Qingxiu finished writing, she heard the young man in Confucian robes in front of her smile, as if he was facing Xunyang City and nodded slightly in the air. Just as her heart sank and she was about to force a smile again, she heard the young man in Confucian robes interrupt her with a firm voice:

"I've already said it. There's no need to talk anymore. You don't have to run away. Xiu Niang, if you don't leave, I won't leave either. We'll stay together."

Ouyang Rong held Zhao Qingxiu's stunned face with both hands and said word by word:
"Go and talk to this Second Senior Sister... Well, since she is a bit polite and asked you to come over and ask me frankly, I will temporarily follow your respectful name... Go and say two words to this Second Senior Sister, forget it, don't even think about it, don't even talk about it, it's just a choice."

Zhao Qingxiu heard the usually elegant, easy-going and gentle Tan Lang uttering dirty words, and he seemed to raise two fingers at her to signal:

"First, I won't let you go, even if it's just temporarily. First, I don't like to make choices. Only children make choices. Xiu Niang, did you hear me? You can't make a choice either."

Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth slightly, as if each ribbon was "watching" him in front of her. She opened her mouth silently for a long time, and a breath was rapidly accumulating in her chest.

She raised her head and uttered "ah ah" twice, then continued writing without lowering her head:
[Tan Lang, why don't you consider it? If you don't choose, Senior Sister and the sect will not give up. Senior Sister has a hot temper and may take action. Almost no one in Tiannan Jianghu can stop her... I know what you want, but Tan Lang, you need to calm down and think about it again.]

Zhao Qingxiu immediately heard Ouyang Rong's sonorous voice with almost no hesitation:

"I, Ouyang Lianghan, disagree."

Zhao Qingxiu felt that this simple sentence seemed to be worth thousands of words, and all the words she had written disappeared into thin air.

Zhao Qingxiu was in a daze, her heart deeply moved.

The index finger on his palm curled up, and the love was hard to put into words.

Ouyang Rong said seriously:

"Whatever happens, let's face it together, Xiu Niang. When you wrote, you expressed your thoughts of persuading me, your so-called thoughts for my own good. I don't like to hear them. Have you forgotten what I told you that day? Have you forgotten how to write the word 'home'?"

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head, sniffed, wiped her face, and hugged him tightly again:

[I haven’t forgotten, but, but I am really good at running, quietly, so it’s really not a big deal if I go back, as long as you don’t want me anymore. No, even if you don’t want me anymore, I will still run out to find you…]

Ouyang Rong was helpless: "What nonsense are you talking about."

Halfway through his speech, he noticed Zhao Qingxiu, who was wiping her face with a absent-minded expression, began to choke up as she wiped. She opened her mouth and her chest heaved violently.

Silent cry.

The pretty girl didn't know what she was crying for. She was crying very hard, but she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and no sound came out.

Ouyang Rong was at a loss for a moment. He asked a question, but Zhao Qingxiu didn't answer.

He had to hold her.
The two hugged each other.

After a while, Ouyang Rong felt Zhao Qingxiu start writing on his palm:
[Tan Lang, I actually feel the same way as you do, but I am afraid, I am afraid, I am too afraid, and it is difficult to change it for the time being. I am suspicious, I am sorry]

Ouyang Rong shook his head firmly:
"You are right. Xiu Niang is very brave, braver than most women in the world. You knew to come to me for advice and to seek the opinions of others. You did not hide anything. You are already better than most people in the world."

Zhao Qingxiu cried with joy and hugged him tightly. Her eyes were dark, yet bright.

As if remembering something, Zhao Qingxiu immediately broke away from his embrace and wrote with a serious face:

[Tan Lang, now that we have made our choice, we must work together to think of a strategy...

[Although the situation is difficult at the moment, the senior sister is too strong. Once she is free, she will definitely come to find me. With the cooperation of other senior sisters, we will have nowhere to hide in the entire Tiannan Jianghu. I am now a sixth-grade cultivator. I don’t know if you understand cultivation, but the senior sister is a fifth-grade cultivator. She is a top-grade Qi Refiner.]

Zhao Qingxiu analyzed calmly, but she couldn't hide her pessimism. She forced a smile and comforted Ouyang Rong:
[So, at the moment, the hard approach won’t work, let’s try the soft approach first. I was originally planning to try to persuade the senior sister... Don’t worry, let’s try this method first. The senior sister is kind-hearted, but she just has a bad temper. We should try not to make her angry and treat her well...

[But Tan Lang Moyou, I will never let them hurt you. When the time comes, you stand behind me. If it really doesn’t work, we can run away together. I may not be able to beat the senior sister, but I am the best at running.]

He looked at Zhao Qingxiu's determined face and heard her strong words as if she was ready to take charge and let him step back and live off her.

Ouyang Rong's expression became a little strange.

(End of this chapter)