Bathroom, in front of the screen.
In her hand she held a pair of thin, crimson crotchless pants.
Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed and didn't know whether to throw it away or what to do.
At the same time, he also paid attention to the movement behind the screen.
It was extremely quiet inside.
Zhao Qingxiu said nothing. When Ouyang Rong enthusiastically ran in to help, she had anxiously "sounded" to stop him, but now she was silent. She was probably playing the role of an ostrich with his head buried in the sand.
Neither side knew what to say.
Only then did Ouyang Rong calm down and feel the humidity in the bathroom.
The air is filled with white mist containing fragrance. The mist is misty, and combined with the orange candle halo, it feels like holding a pipa and half covering your face.
Ouyang Rong's nose smelled three smells.
One is the smell of a wooden bathtub soaked in hot boiling water.
One is a light and elegant sweetness.
It is a niche soap flavor sold by barbarian merchants from Lingnan. It is similar to the soaps of later generations. Ye Weilai likes to use it very much, and her aunt and other female relatives in the house also use this one.
Wei Lai should have left it behind after taking a bath with the embroiderer, and the embroiderer also used it to wash her hair.
In addition, Ouyang Rong also smelled a faint fragrance.
Quiet and smells good.
He is very familiar with it.
It's Xiu Niang's body fragrance.
Ouyang Rong licked his dry lips.
The air was lonely for a while, and he tried to speak, breaking the silence:
"How about... let's make do? There seems to be no other clothes here, unless you go to Wei Lai's closet to get them. You are thin, so you should be able to wear her clothes. This is cool... It's a bit cooler, but you can wear it first.
Come on, deal with it for a while, and then put on my coat.
"I won't look around. Actually, let's... um."
Ouyang Rong wanted to say that as innocent good friends, they were so familiar with each other, and they went home hand in hand. It was not that they had never met before, so there was no need to be so outspoken, but he thought of something, swallowed his words, and just said nasally, "Yeah
"Sounded.
Although the two of them 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 off the lamp every time. He only measured and surveyed it with a slightly rough palm, which really did not let his eyes feast on it.
Logically speaking, the embroiderer is invisible and should be easily ignored. I don't know why she cares so much about whether there is a light or not. She is particularly shy.
It can only be said that Xiu Niang is still too conservative. She is worthy of being a woman from the Zhao family in Nanlong. She is a woman who values ​​chastity as much as her life. Even if she is the husband she believes in, it is difficult for her to meet her completely naked.
However, does he need to be so defensive against a gentleman like him?
Too out of touch.
Ouyang Rong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, nodded without the sight of the blind and mute girl.
Facing the "righteous gentleman's" inquiry, the thin, beautiful, blind and mute girl behind the screen still did not speak.
The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.
Ouyang Rong sighed and said fairly:
"Or I can help you go to Wei Lai's room and bring you some new clothes. I won't go in, so you wait first. How about that?"
"Well, if you agree to this plan, just say 'ah' twice.
"If you agree to another plan, just say 'ah'. The other plan was actually mentioned just now. It has been improved and it is..."
Before Ouyang Rong finished speaking, Zhao Qingxiu, who was behind the screen, had already chosen the first one and said "ah".
"Ah...ah?"
However, she only had time to utter the first word before there was already movement outside, so fast that she had no time to utter the second word.
"The second option is right, okay! Let's go."
Almost as soon as Zhao Qingxiu spoke, Ouyang Rong nodded slightly sheepishly, quickly took off his coat and rushed behind the screen.
Behind the barrel, a curly and crouching figure of a slender little beauty with wet black hair caught his eye.
With lightning speed, Ouyang Rong wrapped Zhao Qingxiu in his coat, picked her up by the waist, turned around quickly, and strode out.
"ah?"
Zhao Qingxiu exclaimed, stared and raised her eyebrows, hugging the coat that covered the scene above.
Her pretty face turned red, and she held his chest with her little hands. At the same time, she turned her head and buried her little face into his broad chest. She wished she could wipe away the blush on her face and smear it all over.
Ouyang Rong didn't squint as he walked across the yard in the posture of a princess.
Although when he first entered, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye that even the hazy white mist could not hide.
However, the embroiderer is not completely naked. She is also wearing a small bellyband on her thin and curled body. It seems to be embroidered with mandarin ducks. It is also vermilion. It is suspected that it matches the trousers underneath. It's Ye Weilai.
The girl gave it...but it's just this one. Now, the infinite scenery has been blocked by his blue scholar's shirt. Even the moon and candlelight cannot be peeked, as if he has bottled it.
rise.
At this moment, Zhao Qingxiu realized belatedly that Tan Lang did not give her the right to choose at all.
The question just now was not a multiple-choice question at all, it was a fill-in-the-blank question with only one standard answer.
Feeling shy and helpless, Zhao Qingxiu felt a little stunned when Tan Lang, who had a domineering attitude, carried her out without saying a word.
After a while, perhaps due to the bumpy steps, she felt weightless in Ouyang Rong's arms and lost control of her body, which made her feel a little subconsciously afraid.
Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but wrap her green shirt tightly and press her elbows against her chest to secure it to prevent it from slipping. With her freed little arms, she hugged him tightly around his neck like a koala.
Ouyang Rong also heard the beauty in his arms make some faint "um" nasal sounds with timid endings. It was probably unconscious, but it struck a chord in the man's heart and easily gave him the urge to protect and cherish her.
Ouyang Rong also hugged her tighter.
The two hugged each other tightly, adjusting to a comfortable position with some tacit understanding.
You can also feel the warmth of the other person's body and heartbeat and other detailed senses better.
Zhao Qingxiu's eyes were completely dark at this time, and she felt that she was passing through a chilly environment.
It seemed like I had arrived in a warm little house.
It should be the back room of the master bedroom, where you sleep.
Because there is the smell of tanlang in the house, and there is also some smell of Miss Ye.
Before she could continue to think, she felt her body return to the ground.
Ouyang Rong placed Zhao Qingxiu, who was holding the princess, directly in front of a closet. He carefully grabbed her hand and placed it on the closet to make it easier for her to hold her steady.
"Change your clothes first. Wei Lai's clothes are on the middle floor inside. You can open the door and reach forward and you can touch them. I'll go out first and keep watch for you. When you're done wearing them, you can call me."
"ah?"
Maybe because he didn't expect that Tan Lang, who was proactive and strong, would be so straightforward, Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head in a daze.
But Ouyang Rong had already kept his word, turned around, and strode out.
Before leaving, he grabbed Zhao Qingxiu's hand and handed her the crumpled red crotchless pants and the ice-white jade hairpin she took off while taking a bath.
Walking away alone.
Zhao Qingxiu held the wardrobe with one hand, holding a touch of vermilion in her hand. When she heard the slight movement of Tan Lang closing the door consciously after he went out, she turned around in a daze.
Obviously you can't see it, but you can see it again.
The faint sound of Tanlang's footsteps pacing back and forth, guarding him, could be heard in the courtyard outside.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head and responded:
"Um……"
She felt that the large Confucian shirt on her body was still warm, and the remaining warmth was like a big mountain protecting it from the wind and rain.
In front of the wardrobe, a slim, pretty, blind and mute girl hugged her arms, wrapped her Confucian shirt tightly, and touched her shoulders.
She lowered her head and seemed to glance at the embarrassing red crotchless panties in her hand.
When Ye Weilai gave this small bundle to him, he whispered something quietly in the ear of Zhao Qingxiu, who looked puzzled and curious.
She said that most men like this, almost without exception.
Zhao Qingxiu is actually not unfamiliar with this thing, because it is the standard outfit for some brides when they get married. However, there is no such thing as crotchless pants in her hometown, but they are called "hakama". They existed in the pre-Qin Dynasty, and crotch pants are not
I am a latecomer, this is considered a very traditional custom.
She still remembered that when she got married as a child bride, the most impressive day in her memory was when she was taken back to Ouyang's house by Zhao's mother, and she actually wore these kind of trousers that day.
However, Zhao Qingxiu was still very young and ignorant at that time. She was just a little girl. Her mother had stayed up late under the oil lamp to sew this thing for her before she got married. Naturally, she obeyed and didn't ask any questions.
It's just that many years have passed, and that old thing has disappeared.
Is it somewhere in a suitcase in Tanlang's home in Nanlong, or has it been lost by Mother Zhao, Aunt Zhen and the others after that incident?
Zhao Qingxiu didn’t know.
Too many things have been lost over the years, and it is not easy to gain them, let alone regain them.
She was smiling broadly.
Without opening the wardrobe in front of her, she rolled up her black silk hair on her shoulders and twisted a thin hairpin into it to fix it.
"Long Ling—Long Ling—"
Only the hosta remains.
…
Ouyang Rong waited patiently in the yard.
Hearing the sound of merit suddenly ringing in his ears again, he raised his eyebrows, turned his back to the bedroom, and took the opportunity to close his eyes.
Ouyang Rong entered the Merit Tower and took a look.
[Merits: six thousand eight hundred and nine]
"No wonder it feels so overwhelming and overflowing here."
Ouyang Rong muttered.
It was originally a little more than 6,000 merits. In these days, the long-term political achievements have continued to reflect the merits. In addition, today's welcoming of the embroidered lady and the fact that the girls just had dinner again have also increased the merits.
Coupled with the inexplicable rise now, it has reached 800, and the speed is gratifying.
However, Ouyang Rong did not want to be a landlord, but wanted to avoid hoarding surplus food.
At this time, the rear door was opened.
The footsteps of the embroiderer came.
There was also a crisp "Long Ling" sound, which seemed to be neatly dressed.
Ouyang Rong looked back and said with a smile:
"Have you changed it?"
After he saw it clearly, his face was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Qingxiu still wore the same blue Confucian shirt that belonged to him. She was still wearing it, but she tied her waist with a ribbon instead of wrapping it haphazardly like before.
Some of her wet hair was randomly tied up with an ice-white jade hairpin, like a man's crown.
At the moment, a few strands of black hair fell down her white forehead. Zhao Qingxiu picked it up with her little finger and tucked it behind her ear.
If one ignores those pair of starry lacquered eyes, the whole person looks pure and elegant, like a hibiscus emerging from water.
Ouyang Rong was a little confused: "Why don't you change clothes?"
Zhao Qingxiu didn't answer and walked out of the door.
She has a thin figure with thin arms and legs, while Ouyang Rong has a slender and tall figure. Zhao Qingxiu naturally looks several sizes too big wearing his Confucian shirt.
It's like a naughty little girl secretly wearing her father's formal clothes at home.
However, a slender woman can easily be used as a clothes rack, and no matter how nice her temperament is, she will look good in anything she wears.
This is especially true for Zhao Qingxiu. Wearing his blue Confucian shirt, she has a vaguely intellectual and scholarly style. Her thin neck is as slightly raised as a swan, and a white jade hairpin is elegantly arranged in her hair, which perfectly matches the Confucian shirt.
It gives people a feeling of strength and confidence mixed with weakness.
Well, if we rule out the slight tilt of the head after noticing his gaze...
Ouyang Rong found that she was holding an extra Confucian shirt in her hand, which must have been dug out of the closet.
Zhao Qingxiu stepped forward and covered him with clothes to keep out the cold.
【Tanlang, where shall I sleep tonight?】
Ouyang Rong coughed, "There is only one bed here."
"Uh-oh."
Zhao Qingxiu turned around and walked to the master bedroom and the bed.
Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong quickly got into the bathroom and took a bath.
When he returned to the master bedroom again, he found that Xiu Niang had already fallen asleep.
He walked over to the bedside, first extinguished the candle, and then got into the quilt.
The bed is warm.
Ouyang Rong did not touch her.
The embroiderer seems to be sleeping in her clothes, wearing a men's blue Confucian shirt.
Ouyang Rong originally thought she would change into Ye Weila's nightgown.
After all, it is more convenient.
If I had known better, I would not have taken off my Confucian shirt to wrap her up. I would have gone to get one of Ye Weila's nightdresses. The Confucian shirt was too tight.
Ouyang Rong waited for a while and found that Xiu Niang was breathing evenly, as if she was asleep.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized that it was only the third day since the last time.
According to the previous 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'm still busy tomorrow.
The dark air was quiet for a while.
Ouyang Rong suddenly heard the sound of the beauty beside him turning over slightly.
It seems that I just changed my sleeping position.
He also turned over subconsciously.
It was quiet again, the atmosphere was soundless, and both of them seemed to be asleep.
The next moment, a ball of "fire" suddenly rose in the darkness, and the two of them hugged each other.
Ouyang Rong couldn't care less about what was the fuse that completely ignited the air. It seemed that his finger accidentally touched hers.
Then it burned.
But what Ouyang Rong didn't expect was that Xiu Niang held him down.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"ah."
Ouyang Rong's mouth was blocked, as if he was not allowed to speak.
The embroiderer sat on it.
A blue Confucian shirt slipped down smoothly.
Ouyang Rong reached out to touch the Confucian shirt beside his legs, trying to grab it and throw it away.
But a new continent was discovered.
The crotchless pants are open.
She didn't change!
His breathing suddenly became heavy.
Turn over and push her down.
Ouyang Rong covered her ears with both hands, kissed her cheek first, then her forehead, then her nose, and finally her pink lips.
But immediately, the embroiderer didn't know where the strength came from, she suddenly turned over and suppressed him.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stare slightly.
There was a blind and mute woman who kissed her madly.
His hands were originally placed on Xiao Yuan's shoulders, then on his smooth and beautiful back, and then on his waist.
But when he got to the back, he couldn't help but retract, pushed a little, and interrupted her.
Because I have never seen such a fiery embroiderer.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but speak out urgently, his voice was deep and magnetic:
"Wait a minute, if the embroiderer is here... can we discuss something?"
The slender figure with her bare back in the dark was sitting up. She held his face in her hands and tilted her head as if in doubt.
She saw Ouyang Rong raising his hands and pinching his fingers, calculating in a decent manner, and then whispered with some hope:
"How about we swing our swords at the evil dragon eight hundred and nine times and try not to exceed this number?"
Zhao Qingxiu:......?
Chapter completed!