Chapter 731 A gift of open-crotch underwear, huh? [Seeking monthly votes!]
In the bathroom, in front of the screen.
He was holding a thin, crimson, open-crotch underpants in his hand.
Ouyang Rong looked a little troubled, unsure whether to throw it away or what to do next.
At the same time, he was also keeping an eye on what was happening behind the screen.
It was completely quiet inside.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't say anything more. When Ouyang Rong rushed in to help, she had anxiously tried to stop him, but now she was silent, probably like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
Neither of them knew what to say.
It was only then that Ouyang Rong calmed down and noticed the dampness in the bathroom.
The air was filled with a fragrant white mist, creating a hazy atmosphere that, combined with the orange glow of the candlelight, gave the impression of a woman partially veiled.
Ouyang Rong smelled three different scents.
One is the smell of a wooden bathtub soaked in hot boiling water.
One type has a subtle and elegant sweetness.
It was a niche soapberry scent sold by a foreign merchant from Lingnan, similar to the scented soaps of later generations. Ye Weilai loved using it, and her aunt and the other women in the household also used this one.
Wei Lai had just accompanied the embroiderer to bathe, and this must have been left by her; the embroiderer also used it to wash her hair.
In addition, Ouyang Rong also smelled a faint fragrance.
It is serene and has a pleasant aroma.
He was very familiar with it.
It was the embroiderer's natural fragrance.
Ouyang Rong licked his dry lips.
After a moment of silence, he tried to break it by speaking:
"How about... we just make do with these? There don't seem to be any other clothes here, unless we go to Wei Lai's wardrobe. You're thin, so you should be able to fit into her clothes. This one is cool... it is a bit cool, but you can wear it for now and then put my coat on."
"I don't look around randomly. Actually, we... um."
Ouyang Rong wanted to say that as good friends who were completely innocent and familiar with each other, they had even held hands and gone home together. It wasn't like they had never met before, so there was no need to be so formal. However, he thought of something and swallowed his words, only managing a nasal "hmm".
Although the two had done that in the past, it was mostly in dim light or darkness.
In the quiet courtyard, the embroiderer never lit a lamp, and always turned it off before starting her work. He had only used his slightly rough hands to measure and explore, and had never really let his eyes feast on the view.
Logically speaking, embroiderers shouldn't be able to see, so they should be easily overlooked. I don't know why they care so much about whether there's a light or not, and they seem unusually shy.
It can only be said that the embroiderer was too conservative. As expected of a woman from the Zhao family of Nanlong, she valued chastity above all else and would find it difficult to be completely naked with even her chosen husband.
But is it necessary to be so wary of a gentleman like him?
That's too formal.
Ouyang Rong, with his thick eyebrows and large eyes, nodded even though the blind and mute girl couldn't see him.
Despite the questioning from the "righteous gentleman," the slender, blind, and mute girl behind the screen remained silent.
The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.
Ouyang Rong sighed and said fairly:
"Or I can go to Wei Lai's room and get you a new dress. I won't go in; you just wait here, okay?"
"Okay, if you agree to this plan, just say 'ah' twice."
"If you agree to the other option, just say 'Ah.' The other option, as mentioned earlier, has been improved; it's..."
Before Ouyang Rong could finish speaking, Zhao Qingxiu, behind the screen, had already instantly selected the first option and exclaimed "Ah!"
"Ah...ah?"
However, she only managed to utter the first word before there was already a commotion outside, so fast that she didn't even have time to make a second sound.
"The second one, right? Okay! Let's go."
Almost as soon as Zhao Qingxiu spoke, Ouyang Rong nodded slightly embarrassedly, quickly took off his coat, and rushed behind the screen.
Behind the bucket, a slender, beautiful woman with curly hair and wet hair crouched down came into his view.
With lightning speed, Ouyang Rong wrapped Zhao Qingxiu in his coat, picked her up by the waist, turned around quickly, and strode out the door.
"ah?"
Zhao Qingxiu exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised as she hugged her coat tightly to shield herself from the view above.
Her pretty face flushed red, her small hands clutching his shirt, while she buried her face in his broad chest, wishing she could wipe away the blush on her face and apply it all over.
Ouyang Rong, without looking to the side, carried the child across the courtyard in a princess carry.
Although when he first went in, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye that even the hazy white mist couldn't conceal.
However, the embroiderer wasn't completely naked. On her curled-up, thin, and delicate body, she wore a small bodice, which seemed to be embroidered with mandarin ducks and was also vermilion. It appeared to be a matching set with her underpants, all given to her by that mischievous girl Ye Weilai... But that was all she had. Now, all the beautiful scenery was blocked by his blue scholar's robe, and even the moonlight and candlelight couldn't peek at it, as if he had contained it in a bottle.
At this moment, Zhao Qingxiu belatedly realized that Tanlang had not given her any choice at all.
That question wasn't a multiple-choice question at all; it was a fill-in-the-blank question, and there could only be one correct answer.
Feeling both shy and helpless, Zhao Qingxiu was somewhat stunned as her domineering husband carried her out of the house without saying a word.
A moment later, perhaps due to the bumpy ride down the steps, the feeling of being suspended in the air and losing control of her body in Ouyang Rong's arms caused her some subconscious fear.
Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but wrap her blue scholar's robe tighter, pressing it against her chest with her elbows to keep it in place and prevent it from slipping. With her freed arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him like a koala.
Ouyang Rong also heard the beauty in his arms make some weak, soft "hmm" sounds at the end of her breath. It was probably unconscious, but it touched the man's heart and easily made him feel an impulse to protect and cherish her.
Ouyang Rong hugged her tighter.
The two embraced tightly, adjusting themselves to a comfortable position as if by unspoken understanding.
You can also better feel the other person's body heat and heartbeat, and other subtle sensory details.
Zhao Qingxiu was surrounded by darkness and felt a chilly atmosphere.
It felt like we had arrived at a warm little house.
It should be the inner room of the master bedroom, the place where people sleep.
Because the room contained the scent of Tanlang and also the fragrance of Miss Ye.
Before she could continue to overthink, she felt herself return to the ground.
Ouyang Rong carried Zhao Qingxiu in his arms and placed her directly in front of a wardrobe. He carefully took her hand and placed it on the wardrobe to help her hold on steady.
"Change your clothes first. Wei Lai's clothes are in the middle layer inside. Open the door, reach forward, and you can touch them. I'll go out first and keep watch for you. Call me when you're dressed."
"ah?"
Perhaps not expecting her assertive and decisive husband to be so straightforward, Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head slightly, somewhat lost in thought.
However, Ouyang Rong had already kept his word; he turned around and strode out the door.
Before leaving, he grabbed Zhao Qingxiu's hand and returned to her the crimson open-crotch underpants that had been crumpled into a ball, and the icy white jade hairpin that she had taken off while bathing.
He left all alone.
Zhao Qingxiu, holding a smear of vermilion in her hand, leaned against the wardrobe with one hand. Hearing the subtle sound of her lover closing the door behind him after leaving, she turned back in a daze.
It was something I couldn't see, yet I could see it.
From the courtyard outside, one could hear the faint footsteps of Tanlang pacing back and forth, keeping watch over him.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu belatedly lowered her head and responded:
"Um……"
She felt the lingering warmth of his large scholar's robe, as if a great mountain sheltered her from the wind and rain.
In front of the wardrobe, a slender and beautiful blind-mute girl hugged herself tightly, wrapped her scholar's robe around her neck, and stroked her shoulders.
She lowered her head, seemingly glancing at the crimson open-crotch underpants in her hand that aroused endless shame.
When Ye Weilai gave this small package to Zhao Qingxiu, who was looking puzzled and curious, she whispered something to her.
She said that most men like this, almost without exception.
Zhao Qingxiu was actually quite familiar with this item, as it was a standard accessory for some brides when they got married. However, in her hometown, there was no such thing as open-crotch pants; instead, they were called "ku," which existed as early as the pre-Qin period. Open-crotch pants were a later addition, which is considered a very traditional custom.
She vividly remembered the day she was married off as a child bride. The day she was taken back to the Ouyang family home by Zhao's mother was the most memorable. She had actually worn these underpants that day.
However, Zhao Qingxiu was still very young at that time, innocent and naive. This item was made by her mother by hand before her marriage, who stayed up all night under the oil lamp. Naturally, she obediently wore it and never asked about it out of curiosity.
But years have passed, and that old item has disappeared without a trace.
Is it a trunk somewhere in the Tanlang family's house in Nanlong, or was it thrown away by Zhao's mother and Aunt Zhen after that incident?
Zhao Qingxiu was unaware.
We have lost so much over the years, and it is not easy to gain anything back, let alone to regain what we have lost.
She smiled broadly.
Without opening the wardrobe in front of her, she gathered her long, dark hair to make a bun, then inserted a thin hairpin to secure it.
"Longling—Longling—"
Only the jade hairpin remains.
...
Ouyang Rong waited patiently in the courtyard.
Hearing the sound of merit suddenly ringing in his ears again, he raised an eyebrow, turned his back to the bedroom, and took the opportunity to close his eyes.
Ouyang Rong entered the Pagoda of Merit and took a look.
[Merit: 6,809]
"No wonder it felt like it couldn't be contained; it's overflowing here too."
Ouyang Rong began to have doubts.
Originally, the merit was a little over six thousand. In recent days, the long-term achievements have continued to generate merit, and today, in addition to welcoming the embroiderer into the family, the women just had another meal, which also increased the merit.
In addition, there's been a sudden surge, bringing the price up to nearly 800, which is quite impressive.
However, Ouyang Rong was not a wealthy landowner; his main principle was not to hoard surplus grain.
At that moment, the back door was opened.
The sound of the embroiderer's footsteps could be heard.
There was also a crisp "lingling" sound, as if someone was dressed neatly.
Ouyang Rong turned around to look, and said with a smile:
"Is it all changed?"
After he saw it clearly, his expression froze for a moment.
Zhao Qingxiu was still wearing the same blue scholar's robe, his own. She was still wearing it, but now she tied it around her waist with a ribbon, instead of just wrapping it haphazardly like before.
Her slightly damp hair was casually tied up with a white jade hairpin, like a man's crown.
A few strands of black hair slipped down her fair forehead, and Zhao Qingxiu flicked them behind her ear with her little finger.
If one ignores those dark, star-like eyes, she appears elegant and refined, like a lotus emerging from the water.
Ouyang Rong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"
Zhao Qingxiu did not answer and walked out the door.
She was already slender with thin arms and legs, while Ouyang Rong was tall and upright. Zhao Qingxiu, wearing his scholar's robe, naturally looked several sizes too big.
It's like a mischievous little girl secretly wearing her father's formal attire at home.
However, slender women are good clothes hangers, and if they have a good temperament, they look good in anything.
Zhao Qingxiu was the same; wearing his blue scholar's robe, she exuded an intellectual and scholarly air. Her slender neck was slightly raised like a swan's, and her hair was elegantly styled with a white jade hairpin, a perfect match for the scholar's robe.
It gives people a feeling of gentleness mixed with strength and confidence.
Well, if we exclude the subtle head-turning motion that caused him to avoid her gaze...
Ouyang Rong noticed that she was holding an extra scholar's robe, which she must have taken from the wardrobe.
Zhao Qingxiu stepped forward and draped the blanket over him to keep him warm.
My love, where shall I sleep tonight?
Ouyang Rong coughed, "There's only one bed here."
"Mmm."
Zhao Qingxiu turned and walked to the master bedroom, heading towards the bed.
Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong quickly went into the bathroom and took a shower.
When he returned to the master bedroom, he found that the embroiderer seemed to have already fallen asleep.
He went to the bedside, extinguished the candle, and then crawled into the blankets.
The bed is warm.
Ouyang Rong did not touch her.
The embroiderer seemed to have slept fully clothed, wearing a blue scholar's robe, a men's garment.
Ouyang Rong originally thought she would change into Ye Weilai's nightgown.
It's more convenient, after all.
I should have known better than to take off my scholar's robe and wrap it around her. I should have just gone and gotten one of Ye Weilai's nightgowns myself. The scholar's robe covered her up too much.
Ouyang Rong waited for a while and found that the embroiderer's breathing was even, as if she had fallen asleep.
As he pondered this, he suddenly realized that it had only been three days since the last time.
According to the agreement with the embroiderer, it needs to be done in moderation, once every three days, not counting the third day.
He nodded slightly and sighed.
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes.
I have things to do tomorrow.
The dark air was quiet for a moment.
Ouyang Rong suddenly heard the sound of the beautiful woman beside him turning over slightly.
It seemed like she had simply changed her sleeping position.
He subconsciously turned over as well.
Silence fell again, the atmosphere was still, and the two seemed to be asleep.
In the next instant, a ball of "fire" suddenly rose from the darkness, and the two embraced.
Ouyang Rong didn't care what the fuse that ignited the air was; it seemed that his finger had accidentally touched her finger.
Then it burned.
However, Ouyang Rong did not expect that the embroiderer would hold him down.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"ah."
Ouyang Rong's mouth was gagged, as if to prevent him from speaking.
The embroiderer sat on it.
A light blue scholar's robe slid down smoothly.
Ouyang Rong reached out to touch the scholar's robe beside his leg, wanting to grab it and throw it away.
But they discovered a new continent.
The underwear has an open crotch.
She didn't change!
His breathing suddenly became heavy.
He rolled over and pinned her down.
Ouyang Rong covered her ears with both hands, kissed her cheeks first, then her forehead, then her nose, and finally her pink lips.
But then, the embroiderer suddenly found strength from somewhere, flipped over, and pinned him down.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.
A blind and mute woman kissed him passionately.
His hands were initially on Xiao Yuan's shoulders, then on her smooth, beautiful back, and then on her slender waist.
But later on, he couldn't help but pull back and give her a slight push, interrupting her.
Because I have never seen such a passionate embroiderer.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but speak up in his anxiety, his voice deep and magnetic:
"Wait, if the embroiderer is here... can we discuss something?"
In the darkness, a slender figure with her bare back was sitting up, her hands cupping his face, tilting her head slightly as if in some confusion.
She saw Ouyang Rong raise his hand and count on his fingers, seemingly doing some calculations, and then, with a hint of hope, he muttered to himself:
"Let's unleash 809 sword strikes against the evil dragon, trying not to exceed that number, shall we?"
Zhao Qingxiu: ...?
(End of this chapter)
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