Chapter 586: The embroiderer girl hangs herself with a hook...and is not allowed to leave [Please vote for me!]

Huang Xuan's letter is very long.

Maybe it was because I was in the Maoshan Patriarch Hall, eating fast and practicing Taoism all day long with a group of old Taoist priests, and my pure heart and few desires were suppressed.

On the letter paper, there are beautiful small characters and thousands of eloquent words.

Ouyang Rong scratched his head.

However, Huang Xuan answered the question in Ouyang Rong's previous letter directly at the beginning.

According to Huang Xuan's inquiry, the members of the Shangqing Sect's Ancestral Hall had never interpreted any dreams for the little princess in Xunyang Palace.

However, the late Yuan Laotian Master, Huang Xuan's nominal master, was proficient in the art of fortune telling and was a famous fortune teller on the mountain.

Master Yuan once passed by Longcheng many years ago and helped King Xunyang and his family.

At that time, the old Heavenly Master seemed to have left a hidden prophecy to the little princess.

And based on what Huang Xuan found out from Lu Ya and others, the Shangqing Sect Patriarch Hall seemed to attach great importance to the little princess.

However, Huang Xuan didn't know what the prophecy was for Her Royal Highness the little princess, and Lu Ya and the masters of the Zushi Hall kept it secret.

However, Huang Xuan revealed something in her letter that not only in the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, but also in the entire Sanqing Taoist sect, Master Yuan's prophecies were particularly valued.

It's just that Huang Xuan has only been in the industry for a short time, and there are some secrets that Lu Ya and others have not revealed to her yet.

Ouyang Rong took a breath, put down the letter temporarily, put his fingers together, and rubbed his brow.

After a while, I continued reading the letter.

In the letter, after Huang Xuan finished telling what Ouyang Rong asked her to inquire about, she did not ask Ouyang Rong why he cared about this secret matter. Instead, she changed her writing and talked about the daily life of Taoism on Maoshan Mountain:

For example, a brilliant cluster of yellow chrysanthemums was found on the cliff of a certain peak.

Or when I got up early in the morning to do boxing with my senior brother, I saw the legendary so-called purple energy from the east in the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain.

Or maybe it was a time when she stayed up late during menstruation. The little girl woke up early and found a conspicuous pimple on her cheek. She had been stern for most of the day. However, when she washed her hands and took a look at her face before lunch, she suddenly discovered that after she smiled, the spot where the pimple was was stuck.

A little dimple appeared, and she was happy for several days...

In addition, I just complained that my father loved to drink too much and often made mistakes.

Of course, Huang Xuan also cared about Ouyang Rong and asked him how he was doing in Jiangzhou recently and whether he was too busy after a long time in Jiangzhou and wanted to rest more.

Of course Ouyang Rong can't say that he can't stop being busy by doing "time management" from time to time.

After reading Huang Xuan's chat with great patience, he put the letter down casually, originally thinking, "I can't read it back."

But it’s a bit cold to think that this little girl writes so many words and shares her life without replying to a single word.

Ouyang Rong took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and wrote a simple letter.

Just a few dozen words, concise and concise. From the perspective of a big brother, I paid a little attention to it. For example... don't wash your face with cold water if you have acne.

The words are mature and steady without losing warmth.

Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction, folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and handed it to Ye Weila, asking her to hand it over to the junior sister the next day to mail it back.

He returned to the study, picked up Xiaoxuan's letter again, and stared at it silently for a while, of course, reading about the previous matter about Master Yuan.

"Fu Qi prophecy, it's you as expected, Li Guo'er, you and your family don't tell the truth, only half truths and half lies."

Ouyang Rong curled his lips and took out the Luminous Pearl relic again.

He leaned back on the chair, lowered his head and looked at the bead carefully.

The last rays of the sunset outside the window fell, and the moon gradually climbed up the branches.

In front of the desk, one person and one bead, maintaining an almost still posture, the light in the room changes from bright to dark.

"It's strange, it's already dark, why doesn't Tanlang light a lamp?"

At this time, Ye Weilai's footsteps and muttering came from outside the house.

The little girl who had just finished drying her clothes still rolled up her sleeves, exposing two white arms.

Tanlang, who seemed to be in a daze in the darkness, did not answer.

She put down her cuffs, walked over to light the lamp, and complained softly:

"Tanlang, it's so dark that reading is not good for your eyes, and the moonlight can't match the candlelight..."

"What did you say?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head and asked.

Ye Weilai lit the oil lamp and repeated curiously: "I said reading in the dark is not good for your eyes..."

"The last sentence."

"ah?"

Before Ye Weilai could reply, Ouyang Rong had already stood up from his chair. When he passed by her, he blew out the lamp she had just lit.

Ye Weilai:......

Ouyang Rong stepped to the window in one step, spread out his clenched palms, and placed the luminous pearl relic under the moonlight.

I saw the moonlight falling on the crystal clear bead, and suddenly a burst of hazy snow-white moonlight bloomed.

Looking at the hazy white moonlight, Ouyang Rong's face suddenly became clear.

He finally remembered what the strange light that the night pearl picked up from the Pure Land Palace looked like when it bloomed under the moonlight!

…

A quiet courtyard beside Xingzi Lake.

At noon, the sun shines brightly.

Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu sat at the stone table and ate quietly.

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't speak, she buried her face in the bowl and took small bites of rice, so Ouyang Rong was also very quiet and said nothing while eating.

Zhao Qingxiu's belly was very small. Even if Ouyang Rong kept picking up food for her, she would finish the few bites of rice in one go without adding any more.

Putting down the empty bowl with no grain left, she supported her chin with both hands and silently "watched" Ouyang Rong eating opposite her.

After hearing him finish the meal carefully and put down his rice bowl, Zhao Qingxiu stood up with a jade staff and put away the dishes.

Ouyang Rong also stood up to help.

However, after sending all the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, he was kicked out by Zhao Qingxiu.

A girl blindfolded with a sky-blue ribbon was washing dishes slowly by the sink.

In the yard, Ouyang Rong was pacing back and forth under the sun, consuming his food.

He turned to look at the kitchen, staring at the thin and slender figure of the blindfolded girl in an apron, and for no reason thought of what his aunt had said about the past... Was his mother also so virtuous and strong?

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and touched the ice-white jade hairpin on his head.

Accompanied by Pei Shisanniang, Zhao Qingxiu also bought some pastries when she went out to buy groceries today.

After lunch, I took a plate of cakes and tea and put them on the table for Ouyang Rong to eat in the yard.

In addition, there is a bamboo deck chair in the yard. I don’t know where Zhao Qingxiu got it. Ouyang Rong only saw it when he came over for dinner today and placed it under the sun in the yard.

Maybe you want someone to stay a little longer after eating, or take a nap.

But today, Ouyang Rong, who was wandering around the yard, only bent over and twisted a piece of cake to eat, but did not go to sit on the recliner to sleep.

"Long Ling——"

At the kitchen sink, Zhao Qingxiu, who was washing dishes, heard the crisp sound of jade coming from the kitchen door.

He was leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

"ah……"

Before she could turn around in confusion, Ouyang Rong's voice came, still a little unclear, and he must be eating something.

"I may have to go out for a trip and won't be back until two days later."

Zhao Qingxiu paused in washing the dishes. After a while, she continued washing the dishes in her hands.

"Ah huh."

"Long Ling—Long Ling—"

Zhao Qingxiu noticed that he suddenly walked into the kitchen and came closer. The warm smell of fabrics that had been exposed to the sun for a long time hit her face from behind, with a sense of solidity and calmness like spring soil.

He didn't stop even after he got closer, as if he wanted to press against her back.

Zhao Qingxiu's thin body suddenly froze, and the rag in her hand was so tight that she couldn't squeeze out a drop of water.

"The ribbon is about to fall off. You wash yours and leave me alone."

It wasn't until his gentle voice reached her ears that she relaxed slightly.

It turned out to be a ribbon... But after relaxing, the taste in her mouth felt a little bit disappointed. For some reason... Zhao Qingxiu washed the dishes even slower.

Ouyang Rong, who was leaning against the door and eating pastry, bit the remaining large piece of pastry between his teeth, freed his hands, stepped forward, stood behind Zhao Qingxiu, bent down and tied the knot on the back of her head again.
To be continued...