Chapter 650 White Tiger [Please vote with monthly tickets at the end of the month!]
A quiet courtyard, and the kitchen.
Ouyang Rong realized that the embroiderer had indeed pulled him into the kitchen to wash dishes.
Because she didn't even close the kitchen door, and people could see inside from the yard.
So Ouyang Rong, who followed behind, habitually closed the door behind him.
Zhao Qingxiu, who was walking in front, paused, turned around, and groped her way to the door.
Ouyang Rong pulled her back and asked calmly, "What does the embroiderer want?"
Zhao Qingxiu stood there, not writing anything, her small face calm, her head tilted slightly.
Ouyang Rong couldn't stand this the most.
He turned around honestly and reopened the kitchen door.
Turning around, he found that the embroiderer had returned to the sink piled with oily dishes, and at the same time, she handed him an apron.
Really washing dishes?
Even though he didn't have that intention at first, he still sighed slightly.
"well."
There was inevitably a hint of disappointment in his expression.
Zhao Qingxiu turned around again, facing him directly, and tilted her head slightly.
A delicate and endearing face, with an expression of utmost tranquility.
If she hadn't gone blind, her eyes, like those of a spirited deer by a stream, would surely have peacefully reflected her beloved.
With a "whoosh," Ouyang Rong returned to his spot by the sink and obediently began washing the dishes.
A moment later, he took the initiative and, just like the first time they had an ambiguous encounter in the kitchen, while washing, his palm touched her wet and soft little hand.
I prepared to casually help the embroiderer wash up.
Zhao Qingxiu, who was washing dishes with her head down, took out her slender hand and wiped it on the apron in front of her lower abdomen.
She raised her slender hand and lightly flicked Ouyang Rong's forehead with her curved finger.
Ouyang Rong leaned back slightly.
"Why did the embroiderer hit someone?" he said with a worried tone.
However, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't see that blinking expression.
[Don't be naughty, my love, the door's still open.]
She placed one index finger on Ouyang Rong's chest and wrote it down meticulously.
Ouyang Rong said with a sudden realization, "I understand, I'll go close the door." He then turned to go close the door.
Zhao Qingxiu did not respond, but simply lowered her head and wrote:
Doesn't Tanlang help the embroiderer wash the dishes?
"Accompanying, cough, aren't I accompanying you right now?"
Washing dishes isn't about being malicious.
“They are indeed two different things, but let’s take it one step at a time.”
If he can't play dirty tricks, will Tanlang be unwilling to play along?
"Of course not."
Ouyang Rong immediately straightened his face and said:
"Washing dishes and causing mischief are not important; having the embroiderer by my side is the most important thing to me."
Zhao Qingxiu's small face, with her eyes covered by a ribbon, revealed a faint smile.
[Embroiderers are also included]
"good."
Ouyang Rong withdrew his hand and began to wash the dishes obediently.
Unexpectedly, after washing for a while, Zhao Qingxiu, seemingly having observed him obediently washing the dishes, took Ouyang Rong's hand and wrote:
Do you like the way I look in an apron, my love?
"Why do you say that?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.
[Tanlang has great self-control and is calm and composed when he's out in the world, but every time he comes home and is in the kitchen, he just... he goes bad, he turns bad.]
Ouyang Rong corrected: "That's a normal reaction. No normal man would dislike it, and it doesn't mean he's turning bad."
【Really】
"It really is, more real than gold."
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his chest and heart, and listened attentively for a while.
Ouyang Rong smelled the fragrance emanating from her beautiful hair.
A series of images flashed before my eyes: a wall covered in sweat, white and pink, on the stove in the darkness, and my heart fluttered.
He turned his head away, his expression nonchalant.
Zhao Qingxiu withdrew her body from the other side, smiled gently, and continued washing the dishes without writing anything.
Ouyang Rong frowned:
"What are you laughing at, embroiderer?"
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head.
Ouyang Rong's face hardened, and his tone became fierce:
"Speak quickly, and don't let any strange misunderstandings arise. I am an honest and upright gentleman, how can I suffer such humiliation, not even from the embroiderer?"
Oh, it was Tanlang who was just making excuses.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand, exuding boundless pride:
"Absolutely not, I am an innocent gentleman..."
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly interrupted him by writing:
Knowing you're restless, today I can only...only hug you from behind. You're not allowed to be naughty or go any further.
Ouyang Rong immediately swallowed back the eight hundred words he had said.
"Okay, okay."
With a "whoosh," before Zhao Qingxiu could react, he had already appeared behind her slender figure as she tied her apron.
He took off his water-stained apron, tossed it aside, and wrapped his arms around Zhao Qingxiu's slender waist from behind, continuing to wash the dishes with ease, but this time he was embracing the beauty.
Zhao Qingxiu never expected that Tanlang, a gentleman of impeccable character, would act so quickly.
She chuckled and shook her head, then straightened up and began washing the dishes.
Neither of them spoke after that.
The only sound in the kitchen was the soft rustling of dishes being washed.
However, gradually, Zhao Qingxiu's head, which was tied up with her black hair, drooped slightly, and her body gradually bent down, making it seem difficult for her to stand. It was unclear whether her legs were weak from standing for too long.
Beneath her skirt were two slender, shapely legs, slightly closed. Her elbows rested on the edge of the sink, her body arched, yet her frame remained tense, her delicate form gradually resembling a taut bow.
Ouyang Rong really liked this way of getting along.
Hugging the embroiderer from behind, their heights and builds were perfectly matched, creating a seamless fit.
After spending time together and getting to know each other, Ouyang Rong gradually became familiar with the delicate body in front of him.
In some ways, he was even more familiar with her body than the embroiderer herself, because of his love of exploration.
As expected, the embroiderer's body in his arms gradually became hot.
Ouyang Rong was indeed washing the dishes diligently, but he couldn't resist the embroiderer's excessive physiological reaction and sensitivity.
He remained calm and glanced down at the embroiderer's blushing ears, which were visible when she lowered her head.
The embroiderer was completely different from Wei Lai.
The embroiderer was very prone to blushing, and her whole body became burning hot, like a branding iron that had just come out of the furnace. The heat from the skin that came into contact with her even gave Ouyang Rong a sensation of being burned, which was quite amazing.
It's unclear where her thin, bony frame gets all that heat. Sometimes when the two of them are being affectionate, even in this slightly chilly spring weather, Ouyang Rong doesn't dare to cover himself with the blankets. Instead, he lifts a corner of the blankets and sticks one foot out to cool off.
He whispered to the embroiderer if she wanted to follow his example, but she refused. She preferred to curl up in the blankets, holding him tightly, not wanting to show even a little bit of herself...
As for Ye Weilai, her body wasn't burning hot; she had a different constitution—well, she was very resilient and could withstand a lot of heat.
Like a sturdy puppet, she can be folded into various shapes by playful children. She has excellent resilience, is not afraid of being broken, and is of extremely high quality. Not to mention, she is also very obedient and cooperative, and has initiative...
Zhao Qingxiu bowed her head and silently endured it for a while, then suddenly put down the bowl, wiped her hands clean, turned around, and wrote on his chest:
[You said you wouldn't do anything bad, but you're not exactly a pure and innocent gentleman, at least not to me.]
Ouyang Rong was helpless:
“I didn’t do it on purpose, not intentionally. Some bodily reactions are beyond my control, like when an embroiderer blushes. Besides, isn’t this the way the embroiderer suggested?”
Zhao Qingxiu bit her lip and lightly bumped her forehead against his chest: 【Then I suggested something else, but you wouldn't listen】
“Listen,” Ouyang Rong said with a smile, then suppressed a slightly smug grin.
Zhao Qingxiu cupped his face in her hands, quieted down, and after a moment's thought, went to write:
Have you felt unwell since the beginning of your marriage?
"Consummate the marriage?" Ouyang Rong asked rhetorically, using a term typically used between husband and wife.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head shyly.
How have you been feeling physically since we did that?
"Great!" Ouyang Rong nodded vigorously. "Even the rice tastes better now."
Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head, seemingly "looking" at him, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He seemed to be pondering something.
"Couldn't the embroiderer sense it?"
Zhao Qingxiu snapped out of her reverie and absentmindedly wrote: [I can feel it; my beloved is indeed in good health, full of energy. I wonder where he gets so much strength.]
"That solves it, what are you worried about? Besides, this is just the beginning."
Ouyang Rong suddenly countered, "How does the embroiderer feel? How is her body?"
Zhao Qingxiu blushed slightly and turned her head away under Tanlang's curious gaze.
Of course, she couldn't say that it was all thanks to Tanlang that her spiritual cultivation had improved so rapidly, even to the point of breaking through to a higher realm.
[Don't try to trick me into saying anything, my lord. It won't work today. Be restrained, as we agreed a few days ago.]
“Several days have passed.” Ouyang Rong counted the days.
[My love said, listen to me.]
"Alright, I'll do as you say." Ouyang Rong asked, "So how many days should we abstain?"
[Three, three days]
Ouyang Rong feigned ignorance: "Alright, we'll completely let go in three days..."
[Once] She quickly wrote down the correction: [Once every three days]
Ouyang Rong said in a serious tone: "A day apart feels like three autumns, three days feels like nine autumns. Waiting for nine autumns is worse than death for the embroiderer."
This is for Tanlang's life... and body.
“Nonsense, I’m perfectly healthy,” Ouyang Rong said firmly.
But I... I'm a little scared.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked, frowning.
Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be thinking of a possible future, and her whole body trembled. She wrote intermittently with her index finger: "[I'm afraid my beloved... what if... his old illness relapses]."
Ouyang Rong pulled her trembling body into his arms, held her tightly, and asked with concern, "Why? What does your old ailment have to do with this?"
Zhao Qingxiu buried her face in his shoulder and remained silent.
She couldn't very well say that she was afraid of absorbing the medicinal effects of half a tortoise shell longhorn beetle from his body, which was the medicine that saved her lover's life... This strange dual cultivation effect, Zhao Qingxiu was afraid that it was like draining the pond to catch all the fish, damaging his vital energy... So she had to drag it out for a long time and observe.
The sky-blue ribbon couldn't hide the deep remorse and guilt in her eyes.
My dear, please listen to me.
Zhao Qingxiu grabbed Ouyang Rong's sleeve and gently swayed it.
"All right."
Ouyang Rong nodded reluctantly and began counting on his fingers.
"Last time was two days ago, so tomorrow will be three days?"
He beamed with joy.
Zhao Qingxiu paused for a moment, then quickly wrote:
No, for three days starting today.
“The embroiderer is cheating. How can you calculate it like that? I didn’t do anything today,” Ouyang Rong said helplessly.
【good】
Ouyang Rong gritted his teeth and tried to bargain:
"You'll have to make it up to me three days from now."
What kind of compensation?
Ouyang Rong tried, "An extra compensation will be given, so there will be two in total..."
Zhao Qingxiu's face remained calm.
[Not allowed]
Ouyang Rong was still unwilling to give up and tried to persuade her again, but Zhao Qingxiu firmly shook her head each time.
She has always maintained a firm stance and never wavered in her bottom line.
"Alright." Ouyang Rong sighed in disappointment and turned back to continue washing the dishes.
Zhao Qingxiu remained silent.
After washing the dishes, Ouyang Rong wiped his hands and prepared to go out.
She suddenly grabbed him.
"What's wrong?"
My love, please don't be sad.
"I'm not sad."
Please don't be unhappy, okay? It hurts my heart when I don't make you happy.
"Really not..."
[Rewards available]
"ah?"
Before Ouyang Rong could react...
Zhao Qingxiu hastily wrote a line of words and then quickly went out the door. Even though she couldn't see the road, she walked very fast.
Ouyang Rong looked down at his palm, touched the spot on her hand where she had written the word "reward," and looked thoughtful.
Does the embroiderer mean that there will be compensation or reward for him later?
Although I don't know what it is, it's better than nothing, especially since it was a reward offered by the embroiderer herself, which is truly rare.
Ouyang Rong immediately became expectant.
"Hey, be careful not to fall."
"Mmm."
In the courtyard, a slender, blindfolded girl was collecting clothes. She turned her back and responded hesitantly.
Ouyang Rong strolled around Zhao Qingxiu for a while, then took his leave.
After leaving the quiet courtyard, he first went to Chengtian Temple, where he took a bath as usual and changed into clean clothes.
He greeted Li Yu and strode out of the courtyard.
Just as he boarded the carriage, Yan Liulang hurriedly came looking for him.
"Your Excellency, Lady Rongzhen requests your presence."
"What's up?"
"Around 3 PM, the reinforcements sent by the imperial court will arrive at Shuangfengjian."
Ouyang Rong immediately became serious and gave the order:
"Go to the main hall of Jiangzhou first, inform Yuan Huaimin, and summon all officials to come out of the city with me to welcome him."
"yes!"
...
Two hours later.
Twin Peaks, bathed in bright sunlight.
Ouyang Rong arrived at Xunyang Grottoes and met Rongzhen outside the statue-making site.
The lady historian was waiting on the official road with the female officials of the Censorate.
Granny Song stood in the shade of a tree in the distance, closing her eyes to rest.
When Ouyang Rong arrived, Rong Zhen glanced at him, first looking him up and down:
Why do you wear Yuan Huaimin's clothes every day?
"In a sense, he came on his behalf," Ouyang Rong muttered, then asked, "How is it going? Are all the people here this time?"
"Yes, this time the reinforcements are mainly the Second Battalion of the White Tiger Guard, with the Second Battalion of the Black Tortoise Guard assisting, totaling four thousand elite soldiers. The forces are plentiful. Looking back at the needs of the central army camp at the front, we may transfer another Black Tortoise Battalion over."
Ouyang Rong asked again, "Where is that person? Wasn't it supposed to be this time? It's past now, and there's still no sign of them."
Rongzhen looked up at the sky.
"I don't know. According to the letter from the commander of the White Tiger Guard, the troops of the White Tiger and Black Tortoise camps should have arrived by now. I don't know why they are late."
Rong Zhen turned to look behind him. All the main officials of Jiangzhou Hall had arrived, but one was missing: "Where is Yuan Huaimin?"
Ouyang Rong said, "He took leave. So I'm saying I came in his place."
"Why does he have so many illnesses?"
Rongzhen frowned in displeasure.
"Never mind him."
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
I just went to the main hall of Jiangzhou. That old fellow was still there. As soon as he said he was coming to pick someone up, Ouyang Rong turned his head and disappeared. All that was left was a fake note on the table.
"How do the White Tiger Guard compare to the Black Tortoise Guard?"
Rong Zhen said softly:
"Their duties are different, and both guards are among the sixteen guards of the Southern Court."
"The Sixteen Guards of the Southern Court are in charge of all the military command posts in the world. Among the sixteen guards, the White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and Vermilion Bird Guards have a superior status. They are not responsible for managing the military command posts, but they can control all the Qi cultivators in the world."
"Therefore, these special four guards are either stationed in the two capitals or in the northern border regions, or they are stationed in important towns throughout the country, ready to be dispatched to various parts of the Great Zhou to quell unrest. The reinforcements sent this time, led by the White Tiger Guard, were transferred from Chang'an."
"The members of the Four Guards were all drawn from the other twelve guards and hundreds of military posts across the land; they were the elite of the elite."
Ouyang Rong asked with great interest:
"I heard there's another Yinglong Guard among them? Isn't he one of them?"
Rongzhen nodded slightly:
"There is a Yinglong Guard, also known as the Huanglong Guard, but it does not belong to the Four Guards, nor to the other sixteen guards of the Southern Court. Instead, it belongs to the Northern Court Imperial Guard. The Northern Court Imperial Guard is responsible for the safety of the imperial city. You can think of the Yinglong Guard as the main force of the Northern Court Imperial Guard. Only His Majesty can mobilize it."
"Understood."
Rongzhen said earnestly:
"This time, when we requested reinforcements, I didn't expect His Majesty and the ministers of the Council of State to directly draw on the main force of the White Tiger Guard, as well as a renowned White Tiger Guard Lieutenant General named Yi Qianqiu, who is the chief commander and has full authority to lead this reinforcement."
Ouyang Rong asked curiously, "I've seen this name in the imperial edict. Is this person very powerful?"
Rong Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly:
"That's right. This person is already a fourth-rank White Tiger Guard General at such a young age. He is quite remarkable. He is also very famous among the sixteen guards of the Southern Army. The Grand Master of Fate praised him as the most valiant warrior in the North who is closest to the top rank of military strategist. He is a recognized top weapon expert in the army."
"This man is also a fierce general of the Great Zhou appointed by His Majesty. He has a bright future. Ouyang Lianghan, watch your words later. Don't act like you do in front of me. Others won't tolerate you, especially military men with eccentric personalities."
"oh?"
Ouyang Rong's expression grew increasingly curious.
...
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