Chapter 681 The Embroiderer is Getting a Little Wild [Happy National Day! Requesting monthly votes at the beginning of the month!]
"The embroiderer was a little different just now."
"Um?"
On the messy crimson bed, Zhao Qingxiu curled up in Ouyang Rong's arms, her fingers twirling a strand of hair, drawing circles on his chest. Hearing this, she spoke with a lazy, nasal voice, sounding somewhat puzzled.
Ouyang Rong rested his head on his hands, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if savoring the moment:
"A little...a little...that word is inconvenient to say."
She changed her circling fingers to writing:
Tell me, tell me quickly, I want to hear it.
Ouyang Rong nodded:
"A bit wild."
"...?"
Zhao Qingxiu's face, which was originally flushed, turned even redder in an instant, like a ruby about to drip blood.
Ouyang Rong felt the beauty in his arms burying her face against his chest, and he could even feel the intense heat on her face.
The embroiderer's body is naturally prone to getting hot, like a small stove, it must be very warm in winter... Ouyang Rong thought for no reason.
The more shy Zhao Qingxiu became, the more Ouyang Rong enjoyed teasing her, continuing to wink and laugh:
"That's right. Why did you bite my ear? I could have held back, but you insisted on biting it. The embroiderer isn't behaving herself either."
I am obedient and honest, it is my lover who is dishonest.
Ouyang Rong smiled, not exposing her, turned his head, sniffed, and suddenly asked:
"So the embroiderer also drinks alcohol. Did you sneak a drink while I was away?"
Zhao Qingxiu raised her head slightly, a look of reminiscence on her face, and wrote:
[Yes, I can drink a little. An older sister taught me how, and she gave me a gourd full of strong liquor, but another older sister took it from me later.]
Ouyang Rong smiled and said, "The embroiderer has quite a few older sisters."
Zhao Qingxiu kept her head down and remained silent, turning her face slightly to listen carefully to Ouyang Rong's heartbeat.
Ouyang Rong gazed at the rooftop, his hand gently stroking her face.
Both of them were a little tired.
It's the weariness that creeps into your heart after sweating profusely, and all you want to do is breathe, breathe, and breathe some more to regain your strength.
I don't want to move a single finger.
Even with her jade-like skin and delicate features, Zhao Qingxiu, who should have been cool and sweat-free, had sticky strands of hair clinging to her rosy face from her forehead and temples.
She was really exhausted by Tanlang.
Their sweat mingled together.
It's impossible to tell whose sweat it is.
However, Ouyang Rong must have sweated more.
Ouyang Rong's chest ached a little from the pressure, so he changed his position, spreading his left arm. Zhao Qingxiu rolled over in tacit agreement, her black hair flying in the wind. She raised her head and rested it on Ouyang Rong's left arm, lying on her side against his chest.
Ouyang Rong's left hand could naturally touch her smooth back.
His large hand stroked her back several times, wiping away the sweat with the blankets. He left two fingers, which, like dancing sprites, leaped and caressed each cervical vertebra on her slender back, then slid down to her shoulders, where his large hand covered and rubbed them back and forth, as if handling jade.
It is indeed as smooth as jade.
This is the scenery you can touch as you walk upwards with your left hand.
As for what comes next...
If they were to go downstream, because Ouyang Rong had long arms and Zhao Qingxiu was rather petite, his hand could easily reach past her waist...
Ouyang Rong's large hand began to wander back and forth.
This gave him a feeling of possessing the other person.
Zhao Qingxiu remained silent, her slender fingers silently drawing circles on his chest.
She curled up in Ouyang Rong's arms, out of his sight, her eyes narrowed, like a cat being petted on the head, enjoying something.
Just like him, I also enjoyed the afterglow.
Ouyang Rong raised his other hand and pulled out a long, straight, jet-black hair from under his lips.
It belongs to the embroiderer.
The embroiderer's hair was very thick, and she didn't like to tie it up when she slept. Even when the two of them were doing their business, she simply took out the ice-white jade hairpin and let her long black hair fall loosely over her snow-white shoulders and back.
Ouyang Rong didn't quite understand this in his previous life either. In this life, following the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he also kept his hair long for wearing a crown. Only then did he realize that it was indeed comfortable to sleep with his hair down, but it was uncomfortable to tie it up.
“Longling…”
Since Ouyang Rong's right hand was not convenient to touch, he played with a white jade hairpin with two fingers, the pendant making a crisp sound.
After playing with it for a while, Ouyang Rong discovered that the two pendants on it seemed to be removable, detached from the hairpin, and could be silenced. He couldn't help but take it to his eyes to observe and study it, preparing to try it out.
In the next instant, Zhao Qingxiu snatched it back.
He is not allowed to move around.
Ouyang Rong smiled.
Suddenly asked:
"Does the embroiderer know my handwriting?"
Zhao Qingxiu stopped, the words landing on his chest:
What character?
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes, glanced at her somewhat puzzled face, and shook his head, saying:
"fine."
Zhao Qingxiu, however, took the initiative to write:
Could you tell me about her?
"who?"
[The Miss Xie that Tanlang mentioned, Tanlang, weren't you going to take me back to attend my aunt's birthday celebration? You've already introduced my aunt, but this Miss Xie is rarely mentioned.]
Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, then gave a brief account of how he and Xie Lingjiang met and fell in love.
Zhao Qingxiu listened attentively without interrupting Ouyang Rong.
After Ouyang Rong finished speaking.
She sniffed.
It's normal for women to like a man as outstanding as Tanlang.
Ouyang Rong countered, "And what about the embroiderer?"
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head.
The embroiderer was mute, blind, and missing her little finger.
Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"The embroiderer doesn't know how good she is."
The two of them fell silent for a moment.
Seeing that it was getting late and the two of them were still sweaty, Ouyang Rong searched around and found a sky-blue satin ribbon on the crumpled bed sheet.
However, this ribbon was no longer clean; it was wet. During the intense moment, it was bitten and torn off and used to tie Haowan's wrist...
Ouyang Rong withdrew his hand, got up from the bed, lit the lamp, put on his clothes, and went out.
He took the initiative to fetch a clean towel and a basin of warm water, sat on the edge of the bed, and first wiped his neck and arms to clean himself.
After all, it was the room where the Fang sisters had lived before, and there were no embroiderers' belongings in it.
In the heat of their passion, Ouyang Rong didn't care about anything else and chose the room that was closest to him.
On the vermilion bed, Zhao Qingxiu held the bedding and silently watched Ouyang Rong clean it up.
At one point, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned to look at her, which startled her so much that she shrank back into the blankets.
"It's not like we haven't seen it before, why are we hiding?" He tried to suppress the corners of his mouth.
Zhao Qingxiu kept her head down and remained silent.
Even though the two had been so intimate, the bright lights made the young woman, being shy, ultimately feel embarrassed...
After Ouyang Rong finished cleaning up and getting dressed, he took out a clean towel to wipe and wash Zhao Qingxiu, but she hurriedly wrote a reminder: [Turn off the lights]
"If you can't even see it, how can you wipe it?" Ouyang Rong asked seriously.
Zhao Qingxiu did not answer, turned her back to Ouyang Rong, and was about to shrink back into the quilt.
"Okay, okay, lights out, lights out."
Ouyang Rong ran to blow out the lamp. He had just returned to the bedside when, before he could even lift the covers, the beauty came out and embraced him.
Warm, fragrant, and soft jade embraces me.
This time, she asked for a kiss.
Ouyang Rong's feeling was correct; Zhao Qingxiu had indeed become much bolder...
After finishing up, Ouyang Rong reluctantly left the quiet courtyard.
Hearing Ouyang Rong's footsteps fade into the distance, Zhao Qingxiu leaned against the doorframe, placing one small hand on her lower abdomen, as if silently sensing something.
The sixth rank is within reach, and can be broken at any moment.
However, the gentle energy she gained from cultivating with her lover seemed very mild and could be guided by her.
It can accumulate strength, break through to a higher level in one fell swoop, and go even further.
Zhao Qingxiu listened intently to the chirping of insects in the courtyard for a while.
Her little face showed increasing anticipation. Wouldn't it be even better if she could break through her cultivation level in front of her second senior sister? It would also be thanks to her beloved.
This rapid progress would surely shock even my second senior sister.
...
“Back to Huaiye Lane.”
Ouyang Rong returned to the carriage and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He first closed his eyes, entered the Pagoda of Merit, and glanced at the cyan-gold characters above his old companion, the little wooden fish:
[Merit: 3080]
Before evening, his merit points were still 4,091.
After exchanging for the Golden Blessings last time, I had 3,009 merit points remaining.
Later I learned that this golden blessing was half of the old musician's sword technique.
Ouyang Rong always kept his merit points at the warning line of 3,000 to prevent himself from not having enough merit points to use the Shangqing Secret Arts in case of a crisis.
The increase in merit points during these days was all thanks to the second phase of the renovation of the Xingzifang old house led by Pei Shisan Niang, plus the experience gift packs provided by Junior Sister and Lady Rong.
It finally settled at 4,091.
This time, the irresistible intimate cultivation consumed more than a thousand merits.
This was only because Ouyang Rong deliberately restrained himself.
Although, like the previous times, he infused the embroiderer with over a thousand merits of purple mist, Ouyang Rong deliberately controlled the time, making each breath longer. This made it particularly difficult, though it was also related to the embroiderer's somewhat aroused state.
The two of them released their long-suppressed emotions together today, reaching a state of harmony.
A moment later, Ouyang Rong exhaled a long breath and withdrew from the Pagoda of Merit.
He took out a Yunmeng Token and examined it closely.
This is the Yunmeng Token, which was seized from Zen Master Yizhi.
It's special because there's a bloodstain on it.
Aside from the line of text that appears on all Yunmeng tokens, this extra bloodstain, dark red in color, was still somewhat frightening on the bronze short sword, even though it wasn't very large.
Ouyang Rong tried infusing some spiritual energy and found that the dark red bloodstains lit up.
However, after injecting for a long time, there was still no reaction.
He frowned slightly.
How exactly does this thing work?
Based on the knowledge of Blood Bronze obtained from exchanging information with Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, and others.
This item serves as a secondary array eye in a large array within the Yunmeng Marsh, capable of mobilizing the array's destructive power.
Based on the current situation, it appears to be mobilizing the power of the cauldron and sword, and the grand formation may be centered around the cauldron and sword.
But isn't Yunmeng Jianze afraid of dispersing the killing power of that great formation by distributing so many Yunmeng Tokens to the Jianghu in the south?
Secondly, they shouldn't be afraid of leaks, since with so much blood bronze being distributed, it's impossible that they didn't expect the imperial court to pay a portion of it.
Therefore, these Yue women were confident that even if Ouyang Rong and other officials of the court obtained the Yunmeng Token, they would not be able to figure out how to use it.
After injecting spiritual energy for a while, the bronze short sword remained completely still, except for the dark red bloodstains lighting up.
Moreover, it only enters and doesn't exit, and there is no sign of the expected powerful formation's killing force.
Ouyang Rong shook his head and temporarily put away the Yunmeng Token.
Before long, the carriage arrived at Huaiye Lane, where Ouyang Rong saw his junior sister lingering at the entrance.
"Junior Sister, what brings you here?"
"Senior Brother, you're finally back! Where have you been? Uncle Li wants you to come over."
"Wait a minute, I'm sweaty, I need to change my clothes."
Before Xie Lingjiang could get close, Ouyang Rong turned and ran away.
Xie Lingjiang frowned in confusion. When Ouyang Rong returned, he had indeed changed into clean clothes. Before she could think further, Ouyang Rong asked directly:
"What happened at the Prince's residence?"
"It's Dalang. He's received another invitation from Princess An Hui."
Ouyang Rong frowned immediately:
"Again? Let's go, to the Prince's mansion first."
When Ouyang Rong arrived at the study of the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, Li Xian, Wei Mei, Li Guo'er, and the others had already arrived.
On the table in front of me is an invitation.
Li Dalang stood silently beside the table, being scrutinized by everyone.
“My love.”
Li Xian and the others breathed a sigh of relief and greeted each other.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand, walked over and picked up the invitation, and looked it over.
It was discovered that it was Princess An Hui's private seal, an invitation for Li Dalang to visit temples on Mount Lu.
Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze and exchanged glances with the others.
He suddenly turned around and asked, "Does Dalang want to go?"
Li Dalang glanced at Li Xian and Wei Mei, who were eyeing him menacingly, and then at Li Guo'er, who was smiling.
His lips twitched slightly, and he turned his head away:
"What would I do there?"
After saying that, he glared at his friend Ouyang Rong.
...
The entrance to Xunyang Grottoes.
Princess An Hui, dressed in her finest attire, had just stepped out when a carriage stopped in front of her with perfect understanding.
“Sister Rong looks really good in this outfit. I don’t know why you’ve been liking purple clothes lately. It’s alright, I’ll help you find some more. Sister Rong, you don’t seem very happy today. It would be better if you cheered up… I’ll come and keep you company again tomorrow.”
"Okay, be careful."
Rong Zhen nodded reluctantly, waved goodbye, and Wei Anhui boarded the carriage.
At this moment, Rongzhen turned her head to look at the burly coachman wearing a white cloth strip on his head, scrutinizing him with her eyes.
Wei Wu lowered his eyes slightly and clasped his hands in a salute:
"Master Female History."
Rongzhen ignored her, turned away with a cold arrogance, and returned to the cave.
Princess An Hui's carriage traveled for a while.
Wei Wu, who was driving, suddenly spoke:
"Princess, there has been no reply from Li Fusu, so he probably won't be coming."
Wei Anhui remained silent at first, then said with some displeasure, "Why invite me in my name? Uncle Wu has done this repeatedly, it's a bit too much."
Wei Wu calmly rode his horse and said, "This is the request of the Prince of Liang. The Prince agrees to let you contact the heir of the Li family. It's not impossible. Doesn't the princess like that person quite a bit?"
Wei Anhui paused for a moment.
The carriage moved silently for a moment, then Wei Anhui sighed softly, her tone tinged with melancholy:
"Uncle Wu, is this really Father's will? Why did he suddenly let me contact the Li family? Did... you say something?"
Wei Wu was methodical and meticulous:
"Your Highness is overthinking it."
"oh."
Wei Anhui was silent for a while. Just before the carriage arrived at Xunyang City, she suddenly said:
"Uncle Wu, I've already refused twice, so let's just forget about it. Don't ask me to do it in my name again."
Wei Wu remained noncommittal.
...
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