Chapter 645 What bullying? Just bestowing merit upon my own wife! [Seeking monthly votes!]
"Longling—Longling—"
Fang Shengnan considered herself to have excellent hearing, but if it weren't for the rhythmic, distinctive sound of jade coming from the kitchen, she wouldn't have known there was anyone else in the kitchen.
Because it was quiet.
The kitchen door was half-open.
Apart from the sound of jade, there was no other sound inside; it was completely silent.
However, since there is this special jade sound, it means that Lady Yue is inside, because judging from her usual attitude of treating it like a treasure, she must be wearing it on her head.
Just now, while we were eating, that icy white jade hairpin was also stuck in her high-coiled hair.
However, Lord Yue's cultivation is profound. In daily interactions, he gives people the feeling of being extremely quiet, walking silently without making a sound.
Therefore, upon realizing the strange phenomenon in the kitchen, Fang Shengnan immediately dismissed her initial thought that "both of them were there."
She assumed that Lady Yue was washing dishes alone by the sink, which was why she made that sound.
As for Young Master Ouyang, he must have left, otherwise why is there no sound from him?
Otherwise, how can we explain the sound of only the white jade hairpin?
Fang Shengnan had just reached the kitchen door.
Now that I'm closer, I can listen more carefully.
"Su Su..." There was a faint sound of water.
Fang Shengnan looked curious and raised her hand.
"ah?"
Just then, a surprised voice came from the kitchen.
Fang Shengnan stopped what she was doing and didn't dare to go in immediately:
"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" she asked with concern.
"Uh-huh."
Fang Shengnan heard Zhao Qingxiu give a hurried reply, followed by some soft rustling sounds.
The strange, "susu" sound of water that I had just heard is gone.
A man coughed softly from near the kitchen stove.
Fang Shengnan was stunned, and only then did she realize that someone was there:
"Young Master Ouyang? You haven't left yet?" she asked, puzzled.
“Fang… Lady Fang, yes.”
Before Fang Shengnan could think further, a few moments later, footsteps came from inside the door, and the kitchen door was pushed open from the inside.
Ouyang Rong quickly stepped out, his figure nimble and agile.
Fang Shengnan saw that Zhao Qingxiu was still by the stove, wearing an apron covered in water stains, holding a piece of cloth that looked like a wet rag, with her back to the door, bending over and wiping the stove in a slightly hurried manner, without turning around, her ears were a little red, like drops of blood.
"Longling—"
Fang Shengnan's gaze moved upwards.
The icy white jade hairpin that had been making noise the whole time was indeed stuck in Zhao Qingxiu's hair; the sound just now came from it.
As Zhao Qingxiu buried herself in wiping the jade, a distinctive clanging sound was produced.
Strangely, the rhythmic clinking sound of the jade stones varied in intensity.
The sounds of jade colliding nowadays are somewhat chaotic and disorderly.
Furthermore, the sky-blue satin ribbon that Zhao Qingxiu originally used to blindfold her was not worn over her eyes, but instead tied around her fair wrist, like a woman casually wearing a hair tie on her wrist, for easy access...
Before Fang Shengnan could think it through...
"Isn't Miss Fang taking a lunch break?"
After leaving the kitchen, Ouyang Rong paced back and forth in the corridor a few times before suddenly speaking, somewhat apologetically:
"Was it because I was tidying up the kitchen with the embroiderer that we woke you up? If so, I'm truly sorry."
"Clean the kitchen?"
"Um."
Ouyang Rong nodded, his expression unchanged, and said:
"I just finished washing the dishes and found the kitchen was a bit dirty, so I discussed it with the embroiderer and we cleaned it up together. Now it's clean, and the embroiderer will be more comfortable using the kitchen from now on."
Fang Shengnan didn't see the slender figure wiping the stove with a cloth in the kitchen behind her; her head drooped even lower.
She looked at Ouyang Rong with suspicion.
I noticed that he was also wearing an apron, which was damp.
His collar bulged, as if something had been stuffed inside.
In addition, Fang Shengnan also noticed that this young master Ouyang's hair ornament was somewhat messy, with a few strands of flowing black hair falling onto his forehead, adding to his handsome appearance, but his sideburns looked as if they had been scratched.
Her hair was still wet, as if it were soaked with sweat. Judging from this, she must have been quite tired from cleaning the kitchen and had done a lot of physical activity.
In addition, there were still some water droplets on his forehead, chin, and neck, indicating that he had hurriedly washed his face with water before coming out and hadn't had time to wipe it off, and there was also water residue on his hands.
The water used for washing your face was mixed with the sweat droplets, making it difficult to distinguish them at first glance.
"Is Young Master Ouyang hot?"
Fang Shengnan asked.
"Yes, a little bit, I forgot to open the window."
Ouyang Rong was wiping his hands with his apron and was about to wipe his face when he realized something, stopped, and quietly started wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
He didn't give Fang Shengnan a chance to look around for long before immediately turning back to the kitchen and opening the window on the other side for ventilation.
As he passed the stove, Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse of a pale pink object on the ground.
By exploiting Fang Shengnan's blind spot, he kicked the pale pink embroidered shoe against the hem of the embroiderer's trailing skirt.
He wiped away his sweat, looking completely at ease, and walked towards Fang Shengnan, conveniently blocking her view.
Behind her, by the stove, Zhao Qingxiu touched a regular real dishcloth and immediately put the wet cloth in her bosom.
Beneath the trailing hem of her skirt, a delicate, slender foot peeked out, its arch pointing forward, revealing a fair ankle. It caught a pale pink embroidered shoe that had rolled over, and she immediately slipped it on, pulling it back inside the hem of her skirt.
This scene is like a lotus bud just beginning to emerge.
It turned out that under her skirt, she was only wearing an embroidered shoe on one foot; she had been barefoot the whole time.
As for the embroidered shoes, they're there, but where did the socks go... God knows.
Fang Shengnan, standing at the door, had no idea about these little tricks.
"Is Madam Fang still asleep?"
As Ouyang Rong walked out of the kitchen, he passed by Fang Shengnan and changed the subject.
The latter's gaze was drawn to him, and she shook her head:
"My sister is still sleeping."
"Madam Fang's sleep quality is truly enviable."
“My sister is amazing. I’ve always liked to toss and turn and kick off the covers when I sleep, but my sister never wakes me up when we sleep together.”
Ouyang Rong nodded solemnly:
"Sure enough, they're all very composed when they're asleep. Your sister is destined for great things."
"Young Master Ouyang, please don't joke around."
Ouyang Rong greeted him:
"Let's go, there's still some work to do in the kitchen. Let the embroiderer finish it; let's not go in and get in the way."
Fang Shengnan glanced back at the figure of Yue Chuzi, who was ignoring her in the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and then followed Ouyang Rong.
The two walked together to the stone table in the center of the courtyard and sat down.
Fang Shengnan still felt that something was wrong.
"You were cleaning the kitchen, why didn't you make a sound?"
Ouyang Rong said "Oh," looking somewhat embarrassed.
"The embroiderer was dozing off just now, her head kept drooping and lifting. I was afraid of waking her up, so I moved her a little gently. Then I got sleepy and almost fell asleep, so I... washed my face with water."
He explained as he wiped his cheek with his clean sleeve.
"Is that so... If you were dozing off, no wonder your voice was so rhythmic... You didn't make a sound..."
Fang Shengnan muttered to herself, seemingly lost in thought.
"What rhythm?" Ouyang Rong asked, looking puzzled.
"fine."
Fang Shengnan shook her head.
After a moment of silence, she accepted the hot tea offered by Ouyang Rong and took a sip.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head to sip his tea, glancing at Fang Shengnan out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that she was quiet and didn't ask any questions, he put down his teacup and let out a long sigh.
As he relaxed, Fang Shengnan suddenly spoke:
"Brother Ouyang, were you just bullying Xiu Niang?"
Ouyang Rong almost spat out the tea in his mouth.
He covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then shook his head while swallowing the tea.
"What are you saying? What bullying or not bullying?"
"Why was the embroiderer's face so red just now?"
"I……"
Fang Shengnan crossed her arms, her brows furrowed in thought, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Don't try to fool me, something's definitely not right."
She was humming:
"And last time, when I went into the kitchen halfway through, what were you and the embroiderer doing on the stove? Is this how you clean up the kitchen?"
"Fine, I told you not to bully the embroiderer at lunch, and now I'm just taking a nap..."
Before Fang Shengnan could finish speaking, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly came out.
The blush on her face had almost completely faded, leaving her with a cool and quiet demeanor, making Fang Shengnan wonder if she had just seen wrong.
"What's with the blushing?"
Ouyang Rong turned around, curious, and asked again.
Fang Shengnan was speechless.
Keep your voices down, Madam Fang is still taking her afternoon nap.
Zhao Qingxiu, blindfolded and with her face down, was writing on the table.
Ouyang Rong and Fang Shengnan then quieted down.
Not long after, Fang Shengnan glared at the mischievous Young Master Ouyang and returned to the west wing.
Only Zhao Qingxiu and Ouyang Rong remained.
Ouyang Rong stepped forward to help Zhao Qingxiu up.
He was pushed by the latter.
[Tanlang is always bullying people]
After she finished writing, she turned her back to him and ignored him.
Ouyang Rong said embarrassedly, "The embroiderer is too beautiful. It's my fault... I couldn't keep my composure."
It wasn't pretty, but don't blame me. I... I pushed you, but you insisted on doing it anyway.
Ouyang Rong blurted out:
"Well, you did pull me back, and then you held onto my head tightly, almost suffocating me..."
She immediately turned around, embarrassed and flustered, and reached out to Ouyang Rong's face, probably to cover his mouth, but accidentally her fingertips hit his nose.
Ouyang Rong covered his nose, and Zhao Qingxiu patted his chest in a pitiful and embarrassed manner, but dared not really hurt him. Her delicate face was full of reproach.
"Okay, I won't say anymore."
Ouyang Rong grabbed her hand.
As if remembering something, he pulled a crumpled piece of cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand.
It was vaguely made of thin silk, but it was damp and wrinkled...
The moment Zhao Qingxiu touched it, she swiftly tucked the undergarment into her bosom.
Her face, which had finally lost its blush, turned bright red again, and her earlobes looked like they were dripping blood.
Zhao Qingxiu buried her face in his arms.
I dare not look up.
Ouyang Rong didn't dare tease her anymore.
I was afraid she would cry her eyes out because she was embarrassed.
There are precedents for this.
This happened frequently in the past.
The two snuggled together for a while.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly raised her head, her small face serious, and wrote words on his chest:
【My love, you can't keep doing this. You've been indulging in bone marrow these past two days; you have to...you have to be more careful from now on】
“That makes sense, but what the embroiderer said is not convincing at all.”
Ouyang Rong said in a very serious tone.
Zhao Qingxiu: ...
[No matter what, you have to listen to me next time, Tanlang, listen...be good, be good.]
Before Ouyang Rong could even bargain, Zhao Qingxiu had already lowered her head and snuggled up to him again.
Ouyang Rong felt an index finger drawing circles on his chest.
A moment later, the little head in my arms tilted slightly.
She fell asleep.
It seems he was really exhausted from what he just went through; he's physically drained.
Ouyang Rong exhaled, closed his eyes, and entered the Pagoda of Merit.
[Merit: 5108]
On the first night, during those three rounds, the embroiderer was given two thousand merits in purple mist.
Afterwards, more than 6,300 merits remained.
In the past few days, the two have been deeply in love and have made love on and off several times. Ouyang Rong has also sent them nearly two thousand merit points.
However, this is in addition to the seven or eight hundred merits that have gradually increased in other places.
There are 5,108 merits remaining at this moment.
"I feel like I can't keep up. I need to earn more merit points to support the embroiderers..."
Ouyang Rong muttered something.
He glanced down at Zhao Qingxiu.
He gently cradled her peacefully sleeping face in his palm.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the embroiderer's skin seemed to have a radiant glow, and her originally thin and pitiful body had gained a bit of baby fat on her face. Perhaps it was because she ate with him on time every day, and then... was also fed by the Purple Mist of Merit, so her nutrition had naturally improved.
However, she was still slender, delicate, and charming.
Ouyang Rong was also unsure what effect the four thousand merits of the purple mist he had injected over the past few days had on the embroiderer's cultivation, since he couldn't very well ask her directly.
But as long as her health is better, like it is now, Ouyang Rong is already very satisfied.
Furthermore, Ouyang Rong could sense that the embroiderers were actively cooperating, even diligently learning, but he couldn't say it aloud; she was very traditional and extremely shy...
Although he had hoped that the Purple Mist of Merit could cure the embroiderer's blindness and muteness.
However, some things cannot be forced; we have to take it slowly. If it doesn't work this time, we'll try again next time. We'll always find a way.
The changes in the embroiderer's body at least indicate that things are developing in a positive direction. This merit-based purple mist isn't a bad thing. With Ouyang Rong securing his life-saving trump card, the more he gives her, the better...
Ouyang Rong suddenly flicked his finger and touched the icy white jade hairpin pendant in her hair.
"Longling—"
The crisp sound of jade echoed through the courtyard.
The woman in his arms slept even more soundly...
Half an hour later, Zhao Qingxiu woke up from her afternoon nap, and Ouyang Rong got up to take his leave.
Before going out.
At the main entrance.
Zhao Qingxiu, carrying a pastry box, reached out her small hand and groped her way forward, then hugged Ouyang Rong from behind as he was about to leave.
She stuffed the pastry into his hand.
[Bring it to your aunt, or another woman in your household.]
"good."
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, glanced at Zhao Qingxiu, and nodded slightly.
He didn't hide the fact that he had other women in his life from Xiu Niang; he told her the truth recently when they were deeply in love.
After leaving the house, Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and went to Yuan Huaimin's place at Chengtian Temple.
Under Li Yu's surprised gaze, he took a familiar shower and changed into a clean set of clothes—Yuan Huaimin's.
I felt refreshed as I stepped outside.
They boarded the carriage, preparing for Ali to drive them back to the main hall of Jiangzhou.
"Senior Brother."
Just then, a fragrant breeze drifted into the carriage from halfway there.
Dressed in fiery red, she is the junior sister.
Yan Liulang followed behind.
Yan Liulang looked at the prefect with a slightly guilty and worried expression.
The latter shook his head slightly, and Yan Liulang then withdrew. It seemed that his junior sister had come looking for him first and had been held up.
"Junior Sister, what brings you in such a hurry?"
Ouyang Rong asked seriously.
"Hey, where did this outfit come from? I've never seen Senior Brother wear it before," Xie Lingjiang asked, looking him up and down.
"Brother Huaimin, can I borrow your clothes for a bit? I took a shower at his place this morning and I sweated a bit..."
"Oh, don't overwork yourself..." Xie Lingjiang said softly, but halfway through her sentence, she noticed that her senior brother was handing her a piece of pastry to his mouth.
She paused for a moment, took a bite of the pastry, nodded slightly, and continued:
"The Crown Prince is back."
"Where?" Ouyang Rong immediately perked up.
"We've arrived at the Prince's residence." Xie Lingjiang hesitated, "But..."
"But what?"
"The prince did not return alone; a group of people escorted him back."
"Escort? What do you mean?"
"It seems he encountered some danger on the way."
"What danger? Who brought him back?"
"I don't know. I rushed over to let you know. It seems there was no real danger. Anyway, before I left the Prince's mansion, I saw that he was unharmed and surrounded by the Prince and the others. Don't worry, Senior Brother."
"That's good." Ouyang Rong breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Xie Lingjiang continued:
"The three hundred soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp under Chief Secretary Qin escorted the young prince back, along with an old acquaintance."
"who?"
“Miaozhen, the lady-in-waiting who used to supervise our palace in Longcheng has also come back for some reason.”
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.
The two talked for a while, and then the carriage quickly headed to the Xunyang Prince's Mansion.
...
(End of this chapter)
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