Bathroom, behind the screen.

The mist in the bathtub slowly rises, lingering like a veil, intertwined with the warm yellow candlelight, making it hazy and dreamy.

A hot towel was applied to Ouyang Rong's face.

He adjusted to a slightly more comfortable position, with the back of his head resting on the edge of the tub, his long wet black hair spread freely, and soaked in a bath filled with warm water close to the outer wall of the tub.

"Hoo~"

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief under the warm towel.

Hearing the knock on the door, he said casually without taking off the towel from his face:

"It's not locked, please come in."

Ali pushed the door open, walked around the screen, came to the tub, and poured a large bucket of hot water into it.

"Young Master, Yuan Changshi is drunk and is resting in the master bedroom. The supervisor and Zhike of Chengtian Temple asked you if you need anything else besides hot water. Are you hungry..."

"If you're not hungry, you don't need anything else."

He just caught a cold, and because of the cold, Ouyang Rong's voice became a little hoarse.

At this time, Ali said again:

"In the prison, Zhike Monk and the others are very worried about the young master's health. They feel guilty for not taking protective measures in the temple. They said that they will strengthen the railings of the Huxin Pavilion tomorrow..."

"Okay, don't blame them. Go and thank them for me and send them away. Don't let them in."

"Yes, sir."

Ali paused and motioned to the table next to the bathtub.

"By the way, sir. Do you want me to take this piano back to the carriage?"

"No, I'll take you there later. You can go back to the carriage and rest. It's getting late. It's almost dawn. Ali, I'm really grateful to you tonight."

"Young master, you're welcome. This is what I should do..."

"Thank you for your hard work. The hairpin and clothes are all on the table."

"Yes, sir, take your time and rest."

The upright Ali scratched his head and exited the bathroom.

Ouyang Rong did not take off the towel from his face.

On the table not far away, there is a long piano case.

Ouyang Rong couldn't see his expression clearly, so he raised his hand and touched his head leisurely.

Fortunately, he had prepared an alternative plan in advance if he stumbled while drunk.

Before going to Huxinting to drink, I put on an ordinary jade hairpin early.

[Craftsmanship] The distance it sank in the center of the lake exceeded the range of his sword control, and it was impossible to rise to the surface of the lake.

I had no choice but to "slip" and go into the water by myself.

After falling into the water, the hosta on the hair crown slipped out and sank into the lake.

Fortunately, [Jizuo] was finally fished out, and nothing unusual happened during the process.

At this moment, it is lying quietly in the long piano box on the table.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and felt the tripod sword.

Just now, after he fell into the water, he took the opportunity to hide the "craftsman's work" that had risen from the bottom of the lake on his body. After being carried back to Yuan Huaimin's courtyard by Ali, he took the opportunity to lock the "craftsman's work" into the shielding air again.

Machine, in the Mohist sword box that contains sword energy.

At this point, you are done.

The entire process was dark and calm, and no ambush forces were alerted or caught on the spot.

It seems that Aunt Song and the female officials of Si Tianjian have indeed evacuated.

Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction.

It's not that he doesn't trust Rong Zhen, but he doesn't trust Aunt Song very much.

After all, he was Lin Cheng's teacher. The last time he bowed to him, he was forced by the situation. To bow to a junior like him, it would be more humiliating.

Ouyang Rong reviewed the game while taking a bath.

Well, the only thing I didn't expect was that Yuan Huaimin's drinking capacity was not very good, and he drank less than two glasses.

If I had known better, I would have brought the piano case with me. Anyway, he was so drunk that he couldn't see it. In this case, after fishing it out from the Huxin Pavilion, he could put it in directly.

Therefore, this operation can be improved even more.

"You brag to me every day, right? You pat your chest and say you can't get drunk even after a thousand cups. I'm a little scared after saying that... This time is special, I won't let you do it next time."

Ouyang Rong was too lazy to complain.

Are you fooling yourself about how drunk you are?

In the mist behind the screen, Ouyang Rong's thoughts were wandering. At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold wind approaching the back of his head.

"Um?"

Ouyang Rong instantly pulled off the towel on his face and looked around cautiously.

Behind the screen, there was no one except him and the bathtub.

What's going on with this cold wind?

Ouyang Rong frowned, stood up with a splash, quickly put on his clothes, and left the tub.

"who?"

His voice was hoarse and his tone was serious.

It was quiet inside the house.

Ouyang Rong glanced sideways, glanced at the Mohist sword box on the table next to him, and communicated [Craftsmanship].

The little guy is here, and he has confidence in his heart.

He walked forward barefoot.

He moved slowly and cautiously around the screen. During this period, he suddenly raised his head and looked above his head...

It's also empty.

Looking around, there was no one in the bathroom.

At this time, Ouyang Rong glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the bathroom door was ajar, with a crack leaking, and the early morning breeze from outside couldn't help but sneak into the house.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, frowned, walked over, and closed the bathroom door with a click.

"It's true that Ali didn't even close the door tightly."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, turned around and continued bathing.

…

In a certain courtyard, in a master bedroom.

In the darkness, a slender girl blindfolded with a ribbon walked out quietly.

She carried a long stick-like cloth bag in one hand.

He left this courtyard silently.

The owner of the Zhaiyuan, surnamed Yuan, was still drunk and asleep on the bed in the master bedroom, unaware that his house had been visited again.

In the shadow at the entrance of the courtyard, Zhao Qingxiu took out a cold, ancient seal from her sleeve.

The seal was colder than her hands.

A pair of delicate brows under the azure ribbon seemed to be lightly frowned.

Disappeared.

The aura of [craftsmanship] disappeared.

As if isolated from the world, the Red Lotus Sword Seal could no longer produce any response.

"Whoosh——!"

Not far away, a firework shot up from the sky and exploded in the air.

A flash of light simultaneously illuminated a group of buildings behind Zhao Qingxiu, including the Yuanhuai Minzhaiyuan.

Not long ago, at the Beitian Almshouse, she felt the heat of the red lotus sword mark on her sleeve.

Following the vague guidance of the sword seal, we came to the building complex behind us.

But not long after she arrived, before she could locate a specific location, the heating phenomenon of the Red Lotus Sword Seal disappeared and cooled down. Until now, there is no movement.

The girl who was blindfolded with a ribbon did not give up. Taking advantage of the "small transparency", she searched this area of ​​buildings from house to house again, hoping to get closer and feel it.

I "walked through" the main hall, the courtyard, and the guest houses, not even missing the carriages parked on the roadside.
To be continued...