Chapter 640 The Embroiderer's Beautiful Dream and... Nightmare [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]
The tranquil night inspires endless imagination.
No amount of imagination can fathom how many rich and wonderful things are hidden beneath the dark night.
It contains such tender and profound emotions.
How many passionate and lingering stories can unfold in just one night?
For Zhao Qingxiu, the current generation of Yue maiden of Yunmeng Sword Swamp, tonight is the most unforgettable night she has had in recent years.
It was even more unforgettable than the night I lost my virginity at Donglin Temple in Longcheng County.
Because Tanlang is awake.
It was the same pitch-black night, a soft tatami mat, white walls, and her face flushed pink.
But Zhao Qingxiu was constantly aware of his strong presence.
Tanlang is here!
Even when he was torturing her in an incredibly shameful way.
There was no sign of them getting tired or stopping.
But there is a strong vitality that bursts forth from it.
Like an erupting volcano, the boiling lava quietly engulfs every inch of the body.
The two were as passionate as fire.
It was as if the night was about to be set ablaze.
The intense vitality it exudes stands in stark contrast to Zhao Qingxiu's years of detached and tranquil spiritual practice!
A man and a woman.
It was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire.
When God created them,
It seems that this was all for the purpose of burning at this moment.
Family, nation, world, Zhou rites, ethics, female authority... all human relationships and order were brewed in this flame of men and women!
Even a sage couldn't suppress this fire.
They were meant to burn brightly.
Even if it was only for a moment, it would be something that Zhao Qingxiu, a woman of pure heart and simple desire, would remember for many, many years.
Zhao Qingxiu even felt that even if she had to leave now due to irresistible forces, this one night would be enough for her to savor for the rest of her life, and she could be happy for a very long time.
Zhao Qingxiu could no longer forget Ouyang Rong.
In this world, only he could make her so completely devoted to him, without reservation.
At one point, her body flushed red and aching, she bit Tanlang's shoulder.
She suddenly remembered something a senior female student had said.
"Junior sister, rather than standing on a cliff for a thousand years, it is better to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night."
Zhao Qingxiu cried.
They bit harder.
Ouyang Rong patted her back very gently.
"What's wrong..." he whispered.
She just sobbed softly, without responding.
Ouyang Rong dared not move.
Until Zhao Qingxiu, who was burying her face in her hands and nibbling on his shoulder, whimpered for a while, then twisted her body as if scolding and disappointed him, and then, as if adjusting her posture, she accidentally nudged him.
The flames only continued to burn after receiving instructions.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't dare bite him too hard; she just placed her pearly teeth on it and tasted his slightly salty sweat.
She drifted off into her own thoughts again, her lips slightly parted, her voice hidden on his shoulder.
I don't know how much time has passed.
"Waaah... Eee-ya-ya..."
Zhao Qingxiu's voice was a little hoarse.
She was actually trying to keep her voice as low as possible.
But some "woo-woo" sounds leaked out from between his pearly white teeth and pink lips, like grains of rice peeking out of a sandbag, becoming a trickle of water that encouraged him.
Zhao Qingxiu was still thirsty, but Tanlang gave her water to drink.
She never knew that this thing could quench thirst; it turned out that the phrase "to stimulate saliva production" mentioned in the book was true.
Zhao Qingxiu was infatuated.
She bit him hard again.
...
As dawn approaches, the sky will soon brighten.
The chirping of insects gradually rose in the courtyard.
The inner room, which had been noisy all night, had quieted down.
I don't know when it finally stopped.
Ouyang Rong turned over and glanced at the peaceful, sleeping face of the embroiderer on the pillow beside him.
Her small face was tear-streaked and haggard, yet her complexion was unusually radiant, as if she were both tired and happy.
Maybe she's having a sweet dream.
Or rather, the old dream has ended, and a new one is beginning.
Zhao Qingxiu was sleeping soundly and deeply.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
Not long after his turn ended, he considerately got up, tidied up, and let the embroiderer, who had gone through two rounds, rest well on the couch. After gently wiping her down and helping her dress simply, Ouyang Rong dressed himself neatly, lay down next to her fully clothed, closed his eyes, and rested for a while.
Unlike the embroiderer, Ouyang Rong didn't dare to fall into a deep sleep immediately; his business for the night wasn't over yet...
On the messy bed, Ouyang Rong carefully moved the beautiful woman's arm off his stomach and got out of bed.
He caught a glimpse of a crumpled sky-blue ribbon on the ground out of the corner of his eye, bent down to pick it up, and put it in his pocket.
He then went over and placed the ice-white jade hairpin under the pillow so that the embroiderer could touch it when she woke up.
Ouyang Rong quietly left the main room.
As I walked through the corridor, I glanced back at the west wing.
The west wing was completely silent.
She probably wasn't woken up; the embroiderer was shy, so her voice was quite soft.
Moreover, it's only dawn now. According to the embroiderer, the Fang sisters usually get up very late and don't get up until the morning... What kind of young lady's schedule is that?
Ouyang Rong let out a long breath.
He turned and left the quiet courtyard.
A horse-drawn carriage was quietly parked under the shade of a tree not far from the courtyard.
Ouyang Rong glanced at it as he approached.
Ali, wearing a felt hat, leaned against the carriage door frame, dozing off.
Because of the concealed nature of the wind and the gathering of energy, Ali did not notice his approach.
Ouyang Rong didn't call out to Ali, but got straight into the car.
Before long, the scholar's robe made by the embroiderer was changed out, and he put on a new set of dark black tight-fitting clothes. He also took out a zither case, a bronze mask, a wine gourd, and a pack of handkerchiefs.
Ouyang Rong got off the carriage carrying four items.
I accidentally made some noise.
"Young...Young Master?"
Ali woke up groggily, initially wary, but breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong pressed down on Ali's shoulder as he prepared to get up and whispered the instructions:
"You don't need to come with me, you just wait here."
Holding the zither case, he glanced in the direction of Chengtian Temple and calmly gave the order:
"If I haven't returned by 2:45 AM, go to the Prince's Mansion immediately to find Lady Xie and give her the letter on the seat. Remember..."
Ali hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Yes, young master."
A moment later, he stared blankly as his young master's tall, slender figure, carrying the zither case, disappeared into the distance...
As Ouyang Rong passed a sentry post at the intersection, he turned his head and glanced at it.
According to the arrangements made before leaving last night, Liu Lang should be waiting at the outpost with his men. When the time comes, he will go there and wait for his signal outside Chengtian Temple.
I remember when I was acting out a scene to scare the Fang sisters, I told them to their faces that the soldiers were going to search Chengtian Temple.
However, after that day, Yan Liulang did not lead any people to search.
Because Ouyang Rong wasn't ready yet.
Today, it's time to investigate this properly.
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the darkness before dawn, he moved nimbly, bypassing the main road, and quickly approached Chengtian Temple.
On the way, he checked his own condition.
First of all, the embroiderers boosted morale and made them feel refreshed, which goes without saying.
In his sage-like state, he is now a cold-blooded, emotionless swordsman.
I looked inside the Pagoda of Merit.
[Merit: 7,308]
Not long ago, Ouyang Rong discovered that the Purple Mist of Merit could be transmitted, and he poured over a thousand merits into his woman.
There are still 7,000 left, which is enough. Anyway, it's not much less than when we fought Qiu Shenji.
Not to mention that he is no longer the rookie swordsman he was in Dragon City.
With his cultivation at the near-perfect eighth rank and the divine decree of the Shangqing Supreme Art, not to mention that this is his home turf, those Yunmeng Yue women would feel guilty and fear attracting the attention of soldiers and female officials from the Censorate to besiege them.
After three incense sticks.
Ouyang Rong rushed to Chengtian Temple.
His figure appeared silently, only stopping in an empty hall.
After looking around, Ouyang Rong nodded slightly. This was it; the best location.
This main hall is not far from Yuan Huaimin's courtyard.
I remember when he was retrieving the sword from Xingzi Lake, he accidentally revealed his sword aura for a moment, which immediately attracted Yue Chuzi and others to search the area.
Therefore, the virgin's hiding place is likely nearby.
The two were not far apart.
In the solemn hall, beneath the golden Buddha statue, Ouyang Rong sat leisurely on a prayer mat.
He first took out a wine gourd and a bundle of handkerchiefs.
Ouyang Rong opened his handkerchief and picked up a candied fruit.
He first tilted his head back and drank a whole gourd of thick, sticky talisman wine in one gulp.
With a mouthful of bitter and sour taste, Ouyang Rong immediately swallowed some candied fruit to dilute the strong flavor.
He took a deep breath.
This is a preliminary step in the Shangqing Secret Arts of summoning spirits, involving the consumption of talismanic water infused with red and black talismans, as well as items strongly connected to the object of the summoning.
The original calligraphy by Tao Yuanming used for this wine-making process was the one that the Prince Xiang's mansion had found.
He hasn't touched his friend Yuan Huaimin's copy of "The Peach Blossom Spring" yet, as it's a family heirloom and he'll only touch it as a last resort.
The divine decree was his trump card.
However, based on Li Dalang's previous experience of swallowing talisman water, even if the divine decree is not needed this time, the talisman water can be retained in the body and used by reciting the incantation when needed!
It's just uncertain whether Tao Yuanming's divination was successful.
This was due to a strange idea; there was only one red and black talisman, and it was slow to produce new spiritual ink to help Ouyang Rong make talismans.
Therefore, it is impossible to test it in advance.
Ouyang Rong made a quick assessment in his mind.
Silently, he took out a bronze mask that had been lying around for a long time from his sleeve.
He lowered his head and put on the bronze mask.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower, whom all forces are currently searching for, made a silent appearance in a grand hall.
The "Butterfly Loves Flower Master" gently stroked the sword box with his palm.
With a click, the sword case opened.
A clear blue sword aura emanated from it.
It filled the entire hall in an instant.
The magnificent golden body of the Buddha paled in comparison to it.
Ouyang Rong sat upright with his eyes closed.
Waiting silently.
My whole body relaxed, and I fell into a mysterious state.
Welcoming the Virgin Yue.
He still has a backup plan.
As arranged, Yan Liulang and his soldiers were waiting outside the temple at that moment.
At a crucial moment, he assisted Ouyang Rong in scaring away Yue Chuzi and leaving Donglin Temple, their hiding place.
Ouyang Rong reached into his robe and touched the sky-blue satin ribbon.
I had planned to bring a bellyband, but I ended up not bringing it.
The main concern is whether Yue Chuzi recognizes the embroiderer's undergarment, and unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to tarnish the embroiderer's reputation, even if it's fake.
But anyone who has seen the embroiderer's sky-blue satin ribbon will recognize it.
Before he can repel Yue Chuzi, he will throw out this ribbon as evidence that the embroiderer has been "poisoned".
From then on, Yunmeng Jianze lost one Yue embroidery maiden, and the Ouyang family gained another child bride.
Of course, this is just his current ideal plan, and plans may change.
The specific implementation will require persuading the embroiderers first.
Then persuade your aunt and junior sister.
He will address each and every one of them.
But these are all family matters, and can be resolved behind closed doors. As the head of the family, it shouldn't be difficult for him.
Ouyang Rong was somewhat confident about this.
Right now, he needs to resolve the issues outside.
If Yunmeng Jianze could know that Xiu Niang had been murdered, that would be fine.
As for the Fang sisters who had already arrived and found the embroiderer...
Ouyang Rong had his own way of dealing with them.
In the past few days, Ouyang Rong has also investigated them and roughly understood some of the details.
It's not a big problem.
Therefore, the most pressing issue at present, and the one that has been troubling Ouyang Rong, is the elusive Yue Chuzi lurking in Chengtian Temple.
As the future ruler, the world-renowned Yue maiden, the embroiderer would certainly not dare to disobey her.
She might just kidnap him.
The embroiderer dared not disobey, but he did.
They're quite bold.
Ouyang Rong sat there listlessly, his eyes lowered.
He adjusted the heavy bronze mask.
Inside the main hall.
Time passed second by second.
Half an hour later.
The sky was already bright.
There were even sounds of monks getting up early outside.
Nothing happened.
Ouyang Rong, with his eyes closed, had a slight frown on his brow.
Where are they?
Surely he's not still sleeping? Are you kidding me? Lying right under the enemy's nose, how could he dare to sleep so soundly?
Why didn't you come?
[Craftsmanship] She doesn't want it anymore?
Last time, I only revealed my sword aura for a short while, and it attracted people.
Why is it so slow this time?
Or has she already left and is no longer at Chengtian Temple?
Was he the one searching for enemies in the void before? Um...
Ouyang Rong frowned and pursed his lips.
After waiting a while, he closed the sword case.
Continue opening it up.
It seems Lady Rong is about to come looking for us.
After all, it wasn't just Yunmeng Jianze who was looking for him; other forces were also searching for him.
Ouyang Rong looked around.
A short while later, he removed the bronze mask and left Chengtian Temple.
A quarter of an hour later, he returned to the carriage driven by Ali and rearranged the items.
After hesitating for a moment, I returned to the quiet courtyard.
As soon as he entered, he heard a "whooshing" sound coming from the main room, so he ran in to take a look.
The embroiderer woke up.
In the dim light of early morning, Zhao Qingxiu leaned against the pillow, clutching a white jade hairpin as if holding a sword. Her small face was covered in tears, her eyes red and vacant.
Ouyang Rongxin's heart tightened, and he took her hand in his. "What's wrong? Embroiderer?"
【My love, I had that nightmare again】
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and wrote blankly.
"What nightmare?"
Ouyang Rong pressed further, then realized, "Is it that recurring dream you mentioned before? Could you tell me about it?"
Zhao Qingxiu leaned against his warm chest, her body seemingly relaxing a little, and silently wrote with her index finger:
In my dream, there was a deep abyss, filled with ferocious, man-eating dragons.
Ouyang Rong's expression froze for a moment: "The Abyss, the Great Flood Dragon?"
Zhao Qingxiu silently shed tears, which dripped onto his palm.
[We have swords to slay the dragons, but they keep coming back, dying and reborn, densely packed, impossible to kill completely, as if they want to come out and devour us.]
Ouyang Rong's brows slowly furrowed...
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