Chapter 667 Zhao Qingxiu: His name is Tanlang, senior sisters, let's get to know each other! [Bonus chapter for 7k views, please vote!]
The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.
In the study of Huaiye Lane.
Ouyang Rong took the original scroll of "The Peach Blossom Spring" out of its original box and tried to stuff it into the Mo family's sword case.
It was a bit of a struggle.
It's too crowded inside.
Ever since [Craftsmanship] stole Rongzhen's purple bellyband and the Great Lady's personal sword and put them in the sword box, after learning that it had the attributes of a little hamster, Ouyang Rong has started to use the Mo family sword box as a small storage cabinet without any pressure.
They stuffed anything they were unsure about or thought might be useful into it.
When they first started living together, Ouyang Rong was worried that putting things inside would affect the maintenance of the "Craftsmanship," but now it seems that it doesn't affect it at all.
Aside from the little guy's occasional strong protests to his dog owner, stuffing things in has absolutely no negative effects.
The zither-shaped sword case now contains a luminous pearl, a moonlit longsword, a bronze mask, and a red and black talisman.
There were also some trinkets and special items, such as the red lotus seal, a tattered copy of "Zhen Gao", and a golden mask of unknown function, which seemed to be called something like "Fang Xiang Mian". In addition, there were a few simple healing pills, and other miscellaneous items, plus the newly added scroll of "Peach Blossom Spring".
Originally a small warehouse to fulfill the "Craftsmanship" hamster attribute, it now belongs to Ouyang Rong.
It is mainly convenient, and it can also retain wind and energy, and isolate the senses of outsiders.
In addition, its security is top-notch.
Although the [Craftsman] cannot move around much after losing the control of the sword master, it still possesses a childlike spirit.
Ouyang Rong tampered with the Mo family's sword box.
If a stranger touches his "qin case" and suddenly opens it without the opening method that Ouyang Rongcai is familiar with, then the Moonlight Sword, which has stored Moonlight Sword Qi for too long, will flash first, blinding the person opening the case.
[Craftsmanship] can also react to stress, shooting out its sword case and heading straight for the enemy's face, similar to a hidden weapon, catching them off guard.
Even a seventh-grade Qi cultivator could be caught off guard and perish from this attack.
After all, the sharpness of the Mythical Sword is the best in the world, capable of slicing through all mortal objects with overwhelming force.
Those around them, including Yan Liulang, Ali, and Ye Weilai, all knew that the zither case was Ouyang Rong's private property and that he never touched it.
As for Xie Lingjiang, perhaps she was relatively at ease, or perhaps she knew that her senior brother had set up a trap and was afraid of trouble, so she didn't check the zither case much.
Oh, aside from the time Ouyang Rong stuffed the sachet for the Cold Clothes Festival that Lady Historian had given him into it, and was reminded by the gloating [Craftsmanship] tremor, which tricked him once.
As Ouyang Rong lowered his head to study the scroll, he gestured as he tried to insert it.
"call out--!"
A clear blue arc emerged from the Mo family's sword case.
It was as if the unscrupulous sword master had stuffed something into it and squeezed it out.
The [Craftsmanship] hovered above Ouyang Rong's head, spinning around in a circle, seemingly both dissatisfied and curious as it examined what the sword master was stuffing into his mouth.
Ouyang Rong spoke without looking up.
"It's not for food, stop looking and go inside."
With that, he pressed on and finally stuffed the original scroll of "The Peach Blossom Spring" into the box.
Ouyang Rong chuckled, looked up, pinched the [Craftsmanship] with two fingers, and stuffed the unwilling little guy back in.
After closing the sword case, Ouyang Rong picked up the zither case and went out.
The reason I don't keep the original scroll of "The Peach Blossom Spring" in my study at home is primarily because I'm afraid my little inkstone will be tempted and steal it, after all, it's the literary style of a famous scholar from the Eastern Jin Dynasty a hundred years ago.
Secondly, it's just in case.
The red and black talisman water that Ouyang Rong swallowed last time was mixed with the ashes of the original calligraphy of Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Countryside" that the Prince Xiang's Mansion had helped collect.
The divine decree is still effective this time. In the event of a serious crisis, Ouyang Rong can summon the deity to possess him at any time to protect himself or break the deadlock.
However, since Little Ink Spirit is performing better than expected, and has given him an extra red and black talisman, Ouyang Rong can't think of any other powerful and suitable candidates for summoning gods for the time being. He might as well continue to fleece Tao Yuanming, and keep this "Peach Blossom Spring" as a backup.
Ouyang Rong walked out of Yinbingzhai.
Ye Weilai was taking a nap in the room. The little girl was at a stage of rapid growth and was quite sleepy.
The mansion in Huaiye Lane was quiet in the afternoon, with very few maids on the long corridor.
As Ouyang Rong carried his zither case, preparing to go out, he happened to pass through the hall and caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman in a flowing dress out of the corner of his eye.
It was Zhen Shuyuan, sitting in the hall. There was a red cloth bag open on the table in front of her, and she was holding a jade bracelet with a large size in her hand, carefully wiping it with a handkerchief.
It was done with even more care than a young girl embroidering.
Ouyang Rong stood in front of the door for a while.
It blocked the light from the doorway, making the hall a bit dark. Zhen Shuyuan noticed this and spotted Ouyang Rong.
"Where is Tanlang going?"
She asked the question, and at the same time carefully put away the jade bracelet, wrapping it in red cloth.
Ouyang Rong didn't leave immediately. He stepped inside and sat down next to her.
"Go to Xingzifang to exchange musical skills with some friends. There's a pipa banquet at Xunyang Tower tonight, so I need to go. It might be quite late. Aunt, don't wait for your nephew, get some rest."
Zhen Shuyuan glanced at him again:
"Looking for friends? Which friends? Does your aunt know them?"
"I know him, Yuan Huaimin is one of them."
Ouyang Rong smiled, his gaze fixed on the red cloth bag containing the bracelet, and asked:
"Auntie, why did you take it out when you were perfectly fine?"
Upon hearing this, Zhen Shuyuan immediately frowned.
She clutched the red cloth bag to her chest with both hands, and said with a frown:
"I'm thinking, should I give this bracelet to Wanwan at her birthday banquet? This was left to me by your mother, who specifically instructed that it should only be passed on to the principal wife."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong felt embarrassed: "Isn't this... a bit too early?"
"morning?"
Zhen Shuyuan raised her eyebrows slightly and glared at Ouyang Rong:
"If it's any later, I'm afraid you'll drive Wanwan away."
Ouyang Rong sighed:
"Auntie, what are you saying? How can you curse your own nephew like that?"
Zhen Shuyuan snorted coldly:
"When did you and Wanwan make your appointment?"
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "After leaving Xunyang City and going to Luojing."
"So when are you going to Luoyang?"
Ouyang Rong shrugged:
"Actually, I can go to Luoyang now because I have an honorary position as a scholar of the Xiuwen Academy. However, my aunt knows that it would be pointless for me to transfer back alone. I need to wait for the Prince's Mansion."
"When will the Prince of Xunyang and his family return to the capital?"
Ouyang Rong squinted: "At least until after the Donglin Buddha is completed."
“That’s perfect. Didn’t you tell Wanwan that my birthday celebration could be postponed until after the Donglin Buddha has been safely placed in the capital? That’s just in time, since you’ll be preparing to return to the capital by then. I can give you this jade bracelet.”
Ouyang Rong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Zhen Shuyuan glanced at him sideways: "What? You don't want to give your mother's jade bracelet to Wanwan?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"No. The main reason is that we don't have a formal relationship yet, so giving this bracelet would be like offering empty promises."
"Oh, so Tanlang knows it's just empty promises? You and Wanwan agreed to get engaged in Luojing, wasn't that also just empty promises?"
Ouyang Rong said in a serious tone:
“It’s different. Junior Sister can understand this. The situation in Xunyang City is special, so it’s not just empty promises. Auntie’s is the opposite. She sent it out too early and was too impatient.”
Zhen Shuyuan asked, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Ouyang Rong nodded seriously: "Leave it to me, I'll deliver it. I'll see when the time is right."
"Heh, no way." Zhen Shuyuan sneered, "I'm afraid you're not only good at judging timing, but also at judging people. You might just give her away to another woman."
"How could that be?"
Ouyang Rong shrugged helplessly: "My aunt doesn't even have this much trust in her."
"snort."
Zhen Shuyuan looked away and said:
"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Anyway, I'm telling you right now, you're not allowed to cause any trouble on your birthday, especially if you hurt Wanwan. Absolutely not. If you anger my dear niece-in-law, I'll teach you a lesson."
"Anyway, I don't need any birthday gifts from you. Just do what I mentioned above, and that will be the best gift for me."
Ouyang Rong nodded, his smile gradually fading.
He glanced discreetly at the jade bracelet wrapped in red cloth.
He seemed to be thinking about something, and his face showed a thoughtful expression.
...
After Ouyang Rong's governor's office and the Jiangzhou government issued the decree restricting Yue women, it quickly became a hot topic of discussion in the city.
There are still many families in this ancient Wu-Yue region who believe in Yuanjun.
Correspondingly, the level of vigilance in Xunyang City has increased significantly, with the number of government constables, female officials from the Censorate, and black-armored warriors patrolling the streets rising sharply.
"Why does it seem like there are more patrol teams outside? Young Master Ouyang, do you know why?"
Evening, in the quiet backyard of the small courtyard.
Fang, who was sitting by the stone table, put down his bowl and asked the tall, slender young man opposite him who was eating his rice with relish.
Ouyang Rong truthfully replied:
"Oh, the superior has issued a decree. The Jiangzhou Grand Hall and the Censorate are arresting Yue women according to the law and confiscating something called the Yunmeng Decree. Those who possess it will be severely punished, and those who harbor it will be implicated..."
Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan looked at each other in bewilderment.
Ouyang Rong placed a piece of food on Zhao Qingxiu's plate, who was silently tilting her head.
"Wait, don't move."
He suddenly reached out and plucked a grain of rice from the corner of Zhao Qingxiu's mouth, putting it into his own bowl.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head shyly.
Ouyang Rong smiled at her, ignoring the Fang sisters who were casting her gazes, and muttered a few words of advice:
"It's alright. I'm on good terms with Constable Yan, so he shouldn't bother our courtyard. However, these next few days, Madam Fang and Lady Fang should probably stay home and not go out, as they might get searched by the patrols..."
"good."
"Thank you very much, Young Master Ouyang."
The Fang sisters had different expressions in their eyes, but they both nodded in agreement.
Fang Shengnan suddenly asked:
"Was this decree restricting women from crossing the border issued and implemented by that governor named Ouyang Lianghan?"
Ouyang Rong nodded calmly: "Mm."
"Oh."
Fang Shengnan snorted coldly, narrowing her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Ouyang Rong glanced at her.
Fang tugged at his sister's sleeve, and she calmed down and started eating in silence.
After dinner, Ouyang Rong tidied up the dishes and was about to help wash them when Zhao Qingxiu chased him out of the kitchen.
Zhao Qingxiu knew that he had a social engagement tonight.
[Tanlang went to attend to his business first]
"good."
Ouyang Rong did not leave.
At the kitchen doorway, Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head slightly, her blindfolded face showing confusion.
"Look at you again, you go wash yours."
Ouyang Rong leaned against the kitchen door frame with his arms crossed, a bright smile on his face.
It hasn't even been three days yet.
Zhao Qingxiu wrote that a faint blush rose on both cheeks, like the sunset behind Ouyang Rong, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.
"I know. I wasn't thinking about that. I just suddenly couldn't bear to leave and wanted to see you more. Tonight's banquet at Xunyang Tower, I didn't really want to go, but some things can't be controlled by my will, and I have to do them."
As if chatting casually, Ouyang Rong said softly:
"To be a person who is prosperous in the long run, you have to learn to delay gratification. The same applies to love. We can't rush things. Many things have to be done slowly. We can't be together all the time, otherwise we won't get anything done."
Zhao Qingxiu seemed curious about Tanlang's sudden melancholy. She tilted her head and pondered for a while, especially some of the words and phrases, which she savored.
[Tanlang is right, lasting wealth and delayed gratification are truly admirable.]
Ouyang Rong smiled and suddenly asked:
"I hope the embroiderer isn't angry. There are other women in my family, and lately I've been bringing them your pastries every day..."
He sounded embarrassed.
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and pressed her index finger against his lips.
I know there's an older sister out there, and I know how you feel.
Ouyang Rong asked curiously, "How did you know? I was talking about the one before that."
Zhao Qingxiu hesitated for a moment before slowly writing with her index finger:
[Have you forgotten, my love? When you were injured and unconscious in Longcheng, lying in bed at the Sanhui Hospital on Dagushan Mountain, I was there. That's how I saw her.]
Ouyang Rong paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"oh."
He glanced at the night outside the door and didn't ask any more questions. Taking advantage of the fact that the Fang sisters and others in the courtyard were not paying attention and had blind spots in their view, Ouyang Rong hugged Zhao Qingxiu, and the two said goodbye reluctantly.
"Longling—"
Before leaving, he glanced at the icy white jade hairpin tucked into the embroiderer's high-set hair.
Ouyang Rong wondered if it was just his imagination, but ever since the two of them had that intimate night in the bathroom, the embroiderer seemed to have started wearing this icy white jade hairpin more often.
Although she seemed to like the hairpin before, she didn't dare to wear it. Ouyang Rong left it here, and she just kept it carefully, only taking it out and shaking it when she couldn't sleep at night.
But now, every time Ouyang Rong comes these past few days, she wears it on her head.
It's as if they've figured it out and accepted their new identity.
The relationship between the two has quietly changed.
Ouyang Rong couldn't explain it either, but in any case, this change seemed to be a good thing.
Inside the courtyard, the Fang sisters, who were enjoying the cool air by the swing, silently watched Ouyang Rong's figure disappear into the quiet courtyard gate.
This young master Ouyang comes over almost every night to have a meal with the young mistress.
Fang Shengnan couldn't help but praise:
"Sister, this young master Ouyang is so good to the young master. He always stays with him, and he eats a meal with him every day. He never brings his temper or emotions from outside back home."
Fang pursed her red lips and said without warning:
"There are many people who want to be good to you, my lady."
"That's different. You like him too. Sometimes, when two people like each other and are deeply invested in each other, there's no difference in who's more important or less important. They're both willing to give to each other."
"You have a lot of theories, but I never see you put them into practice or find a man to marry."
"That won't do. I'm going to go to Yunmeng to become a Yue maiden and learn martial arts. In the future, I'll go down the mountain and fight for justice. How can I let love and romance delay me?"
"Keep your voice down, lest the mistress hear you."
“This is different. My mistress is like a goddess, unlike me. She has already achieved great success in her cultivation and it’s time for her to enjoy some trials and tribulations. She came from the outside world to the inside world, while I came from the inside world to the outside world. They are not the same.”
"Besides, even the most ethereal fairy has to come and experience the mortal world, right? That's how it is in chivalrous stories; no one sees through the illusions of the world right away, especially since the young lady is still so young..."
"Besides, sister, haven't you noticed? Lately, the young lady has been radiant and glowing. Even with her eyes covered, she seems to be glowing and incredibly healthy. That's the power of love between men and women. Good love is the best way to nourish a person."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Fang Juxiu frowned and scolded, "Don't you have any shame? Don't talk nonsense and gossip about the young master behind his back."
Fang Shengnan spoke in a carefree and rapid-fire manner:
"Where are you gossiping? It is true. Right now, according to the progress of chivalrous stories, it should be the time when love and hate are most intertwined. Just treat him well. Anyway, I think Young Master Ouyang is a good person, a good man. Most importantly, he is very righteous."
"I said I wanted to travel the world alone with a sword, and he gave me a lot of advice. He suggested that I plan my 'persona' in advance, and put together my outfit so that people in the martial arts world would remember me after I become famous. For example, a fiery red dress and a red horse, or a green robe with a sword and a gourd at the waist... Only by planning ahead can I stay popular in the martial arts world for a long time, have a great reputation, and avoid being overtaken by the next generation."
"Sister, do you think all female knights-errant are this shrewd these days? Luckily, I met Young Master Ouyang early on. Listening to his words was worth more than fighting for ten years..."
"So I think righteous people are all pretty much the same. Hey, sister, you said that we all have the surname Ouyang, so why is it that Ouyang Lianghan is an accomplice to evil, forgetting his ancestors and his roots, helping the powerful and wealthy in the north, and then turning around to bully the righteous people of our southern Jianghu?"
"But Young Master Ouyang is chivalrous and righteous, he can cook and wash dishes, he cares for his wife, and most importantly, he always comes home for dinner on time!"
Fang Juxiu glanced at Fang Shengnan, whose face was full of emotion, and shook his head, saying:
"The better a person is, the harder it is for them to climb the social ladder in this corrupt and worldly officialdom. For Young Master Ouyang to have achieved his current position in the Jiangzhou government, he must have had to make some sacrifices. These are things that outsiders cannot see, and it is not as easy as we imagine. So don't look at what a person says, but look at what he does."
Fang Shengnan asked in confusion, "What do you mean, sister? Wasn't Young Master Ouyang doing a good job?"
Fang raised his sleeves and stared ahead, seemingly oblivious to what was flashing before his eyes. After a while, he spoke:
“Shengnan, do you still remember that mature woman surnamed Pei who has a bit of a merchant’s air about her? She’s the one who often escorts Young Master Ouyang to the gate of the courtyard, and sometimes she even takes the young master out to buy some things.”
"I remember." Fang Shengnan asked in confusion, "Isn't this Madam Pei a friend that Young Master Ouyang met while handling official business in Xingzifang?"
Fang sighed as he raised his sleeve:
"This merchant woman has a charming smile and is at the ripe age of being a wolf in sheep's clothing. She seems very easy to talk to and is very friendly to the young master and us... However, her eyes occasionally carry a hint of scrutiny and teasing."
"What do you mean..." Fang Shengnan started to say, then suddenly widened her eyes: "Wait, sis, you mean..."
Fang Juxiu nodded calmly:
"Yes, this courtyard does not belong to Young Master Ouyang, but to Madam Pei. It is given to Young Master Ouyang for use free of charge."
"No way, this is too much... Wait, if that's really the case, how does she view the young master? How can she possibly spend money and effort to help raise the young master and us?"
"Who knows? Maybe they don't care about this."
Fang raised his sleeve and sighed softly:
"This merchant woman speaks with a Yangzhou accent. Judging from her clothes and appearance, she must be a wealthy merchant from Yangzhou who doesn't care about this little bit of money."
"Young Master Ouyang said that he met her because of his official business in Xingzifang. They helped each other and were considered friends. But he is not a high-ranking official. How normal can a 'friend' be to help him to this extent, borrowing his courtyard and personally picking him up and dropping him off?"
"Merchants are all profit-driven; there must be something to gain. So, it's either rent-seeking by those in power or some other kind of exchange."
"With these two added, one young and handsome, the other a mature and beautiful woman, it's hard not for things to get heated. Can there really be pure friendship? If only that were the case."
Fang Shengnan suddenly realized, then wrinkled her nose in deep thought:
“That makes sense, sister. You are very observant, although I still don’t quite believe that Young Master Ouyang would do such a thing…”
"Young Master Ouyang is gentle and refined, righteous and forthright. He doesn't look like a effeminate, smooth-talking gigolo at all. However... however, it's not impossible for him to live off a woman. After all, even the young mistress and our courtyard are under his name. We even take care of taking the young mistress out shopping... The main thing is that Young Master Ouyang's face is too handsome. It's inevitable that he attracts attention. Young ladies and wives alike all like him..."
Fang Shengnan became increasingly hesitant as she spoke, her face showing a look of shock and disbelief, as if to say that the entertainment industry was truly chaotic.
Fang Juxiu, being more knowledgeable and open-minded, was more receptive to change things, and said calmly:
"Women who deal with money all day long and have a strong business sense are most attracted to young, handsome, and scholarly officials."
"I've heard that there are plenty of such couples in the wealthy circles of Yangzhou and Nanjing. It's not surprising; the lady is rich and powerful, and the young man is talented and handsome. They're bound to attract each other."
"This Madam Pei came to Xingzifang to subsidize the government's old house renovation, probably to contribute to Young Master Ouyang's political achievements."
Fang Shengnan still found it hard to accept. She took a deep breath and asked:
"Is the young mistress aware of Young Master Ouyang's matter?"
Fang raised his sleeves and waved his hands:
"Whether the young mistress knows it or not, let's not gossip in front of her."
Fang Shengnan's eyes were filled with complex emotions:
"No wonder my sister has been so silent these days, she's seen through it all but doesn't say it..."
Fang raised his sleeve and shook his head:
"Actually, there are still some other minor doubts, and I'm not entirely sure. I'm still observing and considering them, but they're probably not far off."
"Too much information requires more questions, but why would we expose someone's shortcomings for no reason? This young master Ouyang may seem sensible, but he is undoubtedly a man of strong self-respect; otherwise, he wouldn't be so insistent on living off a woman..."
"Besides, the young mistress and he have such a good relationship, and they are so sweet every day. His feelings are genuine and don't seem fake. He has no ill intentions towards the young mistress. That's enough. We can't control anything else. There aren't that many perfect, match made in heaven relationships in this world. They're all patched up and made do."
Fang Shengnan let out a long breath, glanced at a happy, busy figure in the kitchen, rubbed her cheeks, and said:
"That's true. Besides, men can have three wives and four concubines. Judging from how engrossed you are, even if you knew, you wouldn't say anything. You might even think that it's okay for a man to be a little promiscuous, as he'll settle down later..."
"The young mistress is too kind, so kind that it's heartbreaking. She's even so kind to us outsiders. She's the future Yuanjun, and she even cooks for us... Let Young Master Ouyang be a freeloader. Let's just pretend we didn't see anything and let nothing happen."
Fang Juxiu's expression suddenly turned serious:
"No, it's not like nothing happened. This matter is actually very serious, so we can't get involved."
"Serious? Sister, please explain more clearly."
"Do you remember the letter that my lord asked us to deliver last time?"
"Yes, I remember. We almost got caught by the patrolling soldiers when we took it to Chengtian Temple. Luckily, you reacted quickly, sister..."
Fang Juxiu's expression was somewhat indescribable:
"My lady asked me to lay out the paper and grind the ink to help her proofread the letter. I only glanced at a few words... My lady actually... actually introduced Young Master Ouyang to the First Lady and the Second Lady."
"What do you mean? An introduction?"
"We'll take it back openly and honestly."
"this……"
"In her letter, the young mistress praised Young Master Ouyang quite a bit, saying that her mind and body had inexplicably healed, her cultivation had improved, and she was about to break through, all thanks to Young Master Ouyang... I dared not read the rest, and I don't know why the young mistress said that, but anyway, she was praising Young Master Ouyang. I can guess that the young mistress wanted Young Master Ouyang to gain more points in the hearts of the First and Second Ladies."
Fang Shengnan clenched her fist and slammed her palm down:
"I knew it! That's why you suddenly came to us."
Fang Juxiu's expression was calm as he let out what seemed to be the umpteenth sigh of the day:
"Hey, that's where things go wrong. Since you've introduced and praised this man so earnestly, Jianze will definitely take him seriously, especially the Second Lady."
“It’s hard to keep Young Master Ouyang’s affairs a secret; the Second Lady will see through him clearly…”
"Yunmeng Jianze values face the most. Your Highness is the first successor of the Yuanjun. What a lady in an ordinary family might tolerate about her lover would absolutely not be allowed if it were your Highness's lover."
"Shengnan, do you still think that what happened with Young Master Ouyang is a trivial matter that can be ignored?"
Fang Shengnan fell silent.
At this moment.
"Longling—"
The familiar crisp sound of jade coming from the kitchen.
The Fang sisters all shut their mouths. Zhao Qingxiu, carrying a basket in both hands, groped her way out of the kitchen and into the yard.
She handed the basket to the two sisters.
"Ahhh!" The blindfolded girl's face lit up with joy.
The basket contained some washed loquats, which Ouyang Rong had recently picked from his residence in Huaiye Lane.
Fang Shengnan and Fang Juxiu each took one to taste.
"Thank you, my lord."
Zhao Qingxiu wet her fingers and wrote characters carefully on the table, stroke by stroke:
Has there been a reply?
Fang Shengnan shook her head: "It's not that fast. The investigation has been strict lately, and the information channels on your side are a bit slow."
Fang Juxiu glanced at the expectant look on Zhao Qingxiu's small face.
She lowered her eyes and suddenly said something comforting:
"Please don't be anxious, young master. You can spend these few days with Young Master Ouyang."
"Uh-huh."
Zhao Qingxiu smiled gently.
Fang Shengnan understood the underlying meaning in her sister's words and couldn't help but glance at her mistress, whose face was filled with cautious anticipation.
Suddenly I felt a pang of heartache.
At one point, she felt that becoming a Yunmeng Yue woman wasn't so good after all, as if she would always have to shoulder a heavy responsibility.
If I fight the evil dragon for too long, I will transform into the evil dragon myself.
If you gaze at Mengyuan for too long, Mengyuan will return the gaze.
The words on the bronze Yunmeng Token flashed through my mind.
A moment later, Fang Shengnan shook her head, shaking off the inexplicable thought.
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