Chapter 660 Slaying the Dragon in the Bathroom: A Sign of Breakthrough! [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]
The scrubbing session was completed amidst all the stumbling and bumping.
Ouyang Rong's skin turned red in the mist.
Zhao Qingxiu spread out the hot towel and covered his face again. She got out of the water and was about to leave.
A hand reached out from behind and supported her shoulder.
They held her down.
Ouyang Rong pulled the towel off his face and said in a serious tone:
"Not finished washing."
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head vigorously.
[Finished washing]
Ouyang Rong gestured to the towel in his hand:
"Since you've rubbed it for me, I should rub it for the embroiderer too. That's called reciprocity."
Without saying a word, he started working diligently as a bathhouse attendant.
As he spoke, he used a towel to wipe her smooth, white collarbone.
Zhao Qingxiu was stunned for a moment.
Just as Ouyang Rong was pretending to be stupid and taking advantage of the situation...
She suddenly reached out her hand.
I pinched his nose.
In the bathtub, she leaned against the edge of the tub, one hand wrapped around her chest, the other outstretched.
"Hmm, what are you doing?"
Ouyang Rong asked, his voice trembling.
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly lunged forward, her arms, which had been wrapped around Ouyang Rong's chest and pinching his nose, now tightly embraced him.
Ouyang Rong was taken aback, looked down, and subconsciously raised his hand.
He continued wiping her small shoulders with the towel he was holding.
Zhao Qingxiu nestled in his arms, not stopping him, and tilted her head back as if to "look" at him.
She reached up and touched his face.
In the misty environment, Zhao Qingxiu carefully touched the contours of his face.
She couldn't see, so she seemed to be using her hands instead of her eyes to feel out what he looked like at that moment.
Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to bite her finger.
Zhao Qingxiu was not annoyed, and went to touch his teeth.
“Dirty…” Ouyang Rong said.
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head.
I could feel his large hands scrubbing me and doing something mischievous in the water.
She tilted her head slightly, her wet hair, like black silk, swaying gently.
Why is Tanlang acting so strangely? Does he really like the embroiderer's body that much?
Her little face was rosy, like a half-ripe apple swaying on a branch. Ouyang Rong took a bite first, then mumbled:
"The embroiderer doesn't realize how adorable she is."
【cute? 】
Ouyang Rong blurted out, "He's just pitiful and nobody loves him."
Zhao Qingxiu was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, Ouyang Rong noticed that her face had dimmed slightly, and she slowly lowered her head.
It seems there was a misunderstanding.
Ouyang Rong quickly explained:
"Just kidding, cute means endearing and makes people want to get closer."
But I'm so petite and not as voluptuous as other women. Don't men prefer the latter type?
Ouyang Rong shook his head, his arms in the water encircling her delicate body, and he hugged her tightly.
"I just like you, nothing else matters."
Zhao Qingxiu's small face seemed to freeze for a moment, then she remained silent for a while before lowering her head:
I am so afraid that I am a woman with a promiscuous body, dragging down my virtuous and pure lover, and even more afraid that I will ruin his health, for I would be guilty even in death.
"What do you mean by dead or alive?"
puff~
A muffled sound came from the water.
Zhao Qingxiu's face flushed red, her dim and blind eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and one of her buttocks trembled and felt numb.
It was Ouyang Rong's hand that was around her waist in the water. She subconsciously reached out to teach him a lesson and slapped him.
Ouyang Rong felt sorry for him and wanted to comfort him, but he said with a stern face:
"You're not allowed to say such discouraging things anymore. These are normal reactions between men and women. There's no such thing as lewdness or immorality in them."
“Men and women, yin and yang, their fusion is the natural order of heaven and earth. How can we go against the will of heaven? Even the most sage and teacher had a wife and children. If he didn’t do this, where would his children come from? Did he pick them up from the riverbank?”
Zhao Qingxiu maintained her habitually tilted head in an adorable pose.
What Ouyang Rong said made a lot of sense.
Even if it was fallacious reasoning, she knew she couldn't argue with him.
So she silently reached out and hugged him, gently pressing her little face against his left shoulder. After a while, she wrote on his back.
My beloved is a scholar, a reincarnation of the God of Literature. He understands so many principles, unlike the embroiderer, who is mute, foolish, and can't recognize many characters; she can only draw circles.
Her words revealed her admiration and affection, but towards the end, her words also carried a hint of self-doubt.
Ouyang Rong cupped her small, timid face, which was buried against his chest, in his hands, and stared into her dim eyes, saying:
"You are not stupid. You always think the best of others and are kind to everything. You are gentle and quiet, just like water. People can't live without water, and so can Tanlang."
"You say you can only draw circles, not speak or write, and your words are not as flowery as those of the world, but simple and unadorned. But I think drawing circles is true wisdom."
The greatest truths in the world are all contained within this one circle.
"The most passionate human emotions also exist within this circle."
As he spoke, Ouyang Rong drew a circle on Zhao Qingxiu's forehead with his index finger.
"Can you feel it?"
Zhao Qingxiu touched her forehead and shook her head foolishly.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and gently kissed the forehead of the woman with her flowing black hair.
"What about this time?"
Zhao Qingxiu's face immediately turned red, and she nodded hesitantly, about to raise her hand.
"Don't speak, don't write, shh..."
Ouyang Rong gave her a serious plea, then opened his arms and hugged her.
The two embraced, speechless for a moment. The mist flowed silently before their eyes, obscuring their expressions.
Until Ouyang Rong drew another circle.
On her nose.
Ouyang Rong kissed him again.
This time, Zhao Qingxiu felt it.
It is the most ardent emotion.
Born in silent embrace, needing neither words nor eyes.
In the bathtub, the pretty young girl, who was blind and mute, began to breathe more rapidly.
She raised her hand and drew a circle on his head, then shyly but proactively raised her face and pressed her pink lips against his.
Ouyang Rong drew a circle on her pink lips with his other hand, then grabbed her finger and drew a circle on his own slightly stubbled lips.
Zhao Qingxiu trembled, but did not hesitate.
Ouyang Rong didn't have it either.
The woman's burning body spoke louder than a thousand words.
In the mist, the two figures collided and seemed to merge into one, like a circle.
The water in the bathtub surged violently, spreading outwards in concentric circles.
The bathtub wobbled and swayed, with water constantly spilling over the rim.
It can't hold it.
...
Zhao Qingxiu didn't know how long she had slept.
When Tanlang opened his eyes, he was wearing a simple long robe with his chest exposed, and he was focused on cleaning the bathroom.
Zhao Qingxiu looked somewhat dazed. She had only come to give her beloved a bath and a small reward, but things had turned out differently...
At that moment, she felt so tired that she didn't want to lift a single finger.
At this moment, the entire bathroom floor was wet, and behind the screen, only a single candle was lit, making the light somewhat dim.
"Awake? Do you want to rest a little longer?" Ouyang Rong was bending down to pick up the undergarment and trousers that had been thrown over not long ago. The crimson fabric was wrinkled and turned a dark reddish-black when wet... He asked with a smile without turning his head.
Zhao Qingxiu rubbed her sleepy eyes, reached down to feel around, and found that the water in the bathtub was almost gone, just reaching her waist... She vaguely remembered that the bathtub had almost tipped over halfway through...
Zhao Qingxiu was leaning against the tub wall, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, and sinking her body into the still-warm water, her breasts and below the surface disappearing beneath the surface...
Before she could react, she felt herself being lifted into the air.
It turned out that Ouyang Rong came over, took a large towel, wrapped Zhao Qingxiu up completely, and picked her up around the waist.
"I'll clean up, you go and rest. I saw you dozing off just now, your eyes were closed but your eyeballs were moving slightly, you were probably dreaming, I didn't want to wake you..."
Hearing Ouyang Rong's gentle voice, Zhao Qingxiu wrote in a daze:
What time is it?
“It’s still early, only two hours. You’ve slept for half an hour, but it’s getting dark, I have to go back. I can’t stay out tonight… Miss Fang and the others might wake up soon. Strange, why did you go back to your room to sleep right after dinner? Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to sleep at night…”
Ouyang Rong carried Princess Zhao Qingxiu in his arms, covering her completely with a towel and his scholar's robe to prevent the cold wind from seeping into her body. He carefully walked out of the bathroom, through the dark and silent courtyard, and returned to the main room, gently placing her on the couch.
Just as Ouyang Rong was covering Zhao Qingxiu with a blanket.
The latter suddenly reached out and touched Ouyang Rong's forehead. After a while, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and his expression became thoughtful.
"What's wrong?"
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and remained silent.
"I'm really fine, I'm perfectly healthy." He emphasized helplessly, as if remembering something.
Zhao Qingxiu smiled faintly and nodded.
Ouyang Rong shrugged.
He went to pour Zhao Qingxiu a cup of tea, and on the way, he took the opportunity to examine his inner self:
[Merit: 4301]
This time, a total of over 1,500 merit points were consumed...
He secretly let out a long breath, and his hand, which was about to touch his waist, was withdrawn.
Although he was already very strong, it was thanks to his special magical meridian that he could control his body's muscles that Ouyang Rong was able to move so easily, splashing a large bucket of water all over the bathroom.
Nearly 1,500 breaths, each breath lasting about four or five seconds... the bathtub almost fell apart from shaking.
Ouyang Rong coughed and returned with a cup of cold tea.
Zhao Qingxiu leaned against the bed, took the cup, and sipped the tea. Her dark hair was still wet and cascaded down like a waterfall.
Ouyang Rong sat on the edge of the bed, took a dry towel, and carefully dried her wet hair. Zhao Qingxiu nestled obediently in his arms.
The two sat together against the headboard, enjoying their tenderness. One spoke, the other wrote, whispering to each other for a while. Ouyang Rong then confirmed again:
"The embroiderer didn't have a nightmare just now, did she?"
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head.
"What did you dream about?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.
[Dreaming of a wicked dragon]
"Isn't this a nightmare?" Ouyang Rong asked with concern. "Isn't it the same recurring nightmare you used to have? You're afraid of being eaten by these evil dragons, aren't you?"
Yes, I am afraid, but this time it's different.
"How is it different?" he asked, puzzled.
That wicked dragon has been slain.
Zhao Qingxiu was writing with a serious expression.
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.
"Um, I... I'll leave first. Don't have that nightmare anymore. That evil dragon has it tough too. Even though it's a nightmare, it's with you every day without fail. It's okay if it's a little bad..."
The person left home in a hurry and disappeared in no time.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Qingxiu, who was holding tea on the couch, chuckled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
But then, remembering something, he hurriedly exclaimed "Ah ah" a few times, bringing Ouyang Rong back. Zhao Qingxiu wrote a sentence on his chest, and Ouyang Rong suddenly understood. He went to get the newest box of osmanthus cakes, left, and went out. This box of osmanthus cakes was made by Zhao Qingxiu herself. According to old custom, Ouyang Rong took it back to feed Zhen Shuyuan and the other women...
After a while, Ouyang Rong's movements subsided, and the courtyard returned to deathly silence.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and gently stroked her flushed skin, her slender hand moving from her shoulder down to her lower abdomen.
In the dantian below the lower abdomen, the spiritual energy, originally at the seventh grade, was surging violently.
Overnight, it seemed to be infused with a surge of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy almost condensed into a solid liquid state, just like the waves that were created when a certain evil dragon caused trouble in the bathroom not long ago, fiercely impacting the sixth-grade barrier in the dark.
He was ready to break through to a higher realm at any moment, but Zhao Qingxiu forcefully suppressed him.
She could have broken through her limits while she was in the bathtub, but she forced herself to.
First, she was afraid of startling Tanlang.
Secondly, she is a virgin, and breaking through to a higher realm isn't that simple... We still need to contact her sect...
However, what made Zhao Qingxiu even happier and more surprised than his inexplicable breakthrough in cultivation was that Tanlang's body was completely unharmed, and even became more robust and healthy.
The two of them were like the marriage fortune slip that Tanlang had read, a match made in heaven, their yin and yang complementing each other, subtly in harmony with the rare and precious secret method of dual cultivation.
Zhao Qingxiu still doesn't quite understand whether the complementary physical constitutions that enabled the two of them to cultivate together were due to the tortoise shell longhorn beetle or some other factor.
The special medicinal soup I've been giving Tanlang these past two days is not only to nourish his body, but also to test whether she has absorbed his vital energy.
Of course, the medicinal soup that the Fang sisters drank was a different kind, which only had the effects of calming the nerves, making it easier to sleep, and strengthening the body... This is also why Zhao Qingxiu went to the bathroom so confidently tonight and took the initiative to reward them with a scrub, because the Fang sisters really could not disturb them and were sleeping soundly.
Just now, Zhao Qingxiu touched Ouyang Rong's forehead to check his condition, and then she looked inward at herself.
Zhao Qingxiu discovered that apart from a minor lower back ache that Tanlang had hidden to save face and which was actually nothing serious, he had not lost any energy or spirit.
The two were deeply in love, playing in the water like mandarin ducks, and neither of them tried to absorb the effects of the tortoise shell longhorn beetle medicine that had accumulated in the other's body; in fact, they even promoted each other's growth.
The only slightly unusual, or rather unexpected, thing was Tanlang's vigorous stamina. Despite his slender and frail physique, resembling that of a scholar, he possessed extraordinary endurance and seemed tireless...
Zhao Qingxiu's face froze slightly as she thought about it for a while.
She gently shook her head.
This can only be explained by Tanlang's regular physical exercise. After all, under his loose scholar's robe, his arms and abdomen do have beautiful and smooth muscle lines, which is not the weak and scholarly appearance he seems to have.
It seems that after his two serious illnesses in Longcheng, Tanlang has indeed fully recovered, even surpassing the average person in health...
It's unclear what images came to mind that corroborated her, but the girl, who was lounging lazily on the bed, suddenly cupped her face in her hands and buried her face in her hands, blushing shyly for a while.
The night was quiet, with the chirping of insects coming from the courtyard outside. Zhao Qingxiu stared blankly for a long time.
The benefits she gained during her short stay in the quiet courtyard of Xunyang City were something she might not be able to achieve even after a year of cultivation in Yunmengze.
At a certain moment, it seemed as if a certain decision had been made.
Zhao Qingxiu pursed her lips, reached out and took a sky-blue ribbon, silently blindfolding herself.
She rolled lightly out of bed...
Fifteen minutes later.
Inside the west wing, Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan groggily woke up.
"So sleepy." Fang Shengnan stretched. "Hmm, what time is it? Has Brother Ouyang left yet...?"
She felt sleepy right after finishing her meal, and she didn't know why.
"My lord, what is this...?"
Fang Juxiu, who was standing to the side, glanced at Zhao Qingxiu, who was dressed neatly and standing gracefully in front of him.
He then felt the words on his palm again, his expression slightly stunned:
"Does Your Highness mean we should contact them and have them deliver a letter back for you?"
Beside the bed, Zhao Qingxiu nodded gently.
The Fang sisters looked surprised.
They didn't notice that she had put on a special white jade hairpin again tonight, which held special meaning in her hair.
Zhao Qingxiu turned her head, seemingly glancing at the night outside the window.
A surprisingly determined look flashed across the blindfolded face.
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