Zhao Qingxiu nodded timidly.

Ouyang Rong strode out of the door, leaving the bathroom to Zhao Qingxiu.

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to turn around and "look" at Tan Lang, who was sitting upright on the stone bench in the courtyard, and immediately entered.

Ouyang Rong held his breath and waited in the yard.

During this time, the evening breeze rustled the ice-white jade hairpin on his crown.

However, his attention was on the sound of water in the bathroom.

I could faintly hear the sound of water hitting the woman's delicate skin.

For some reason, Ouyang Rong's mind flashed across the red tooth mark on his fair neck... His body became hot for no reason. He pulled off his collar and stood up, as if to walk around to get some air, but stopped and started again.

Sit down and look around.

At a certain moment, he took a deep breath, quietly took off the ice-white jade hairpin, and placed it on the table. The end with the pendant was placed hanging in the air outside the edge of the table... The wind blew through the pendant, and the crisp sound remained.

Ouyang Rong walked quietly, carrying a bucket of hot water prepared in advance, and approached the bathroom door with breathless concentration. There was almost no sound of footsteps.

Finally, came to the door.

He reached out tentatively and pushed the door open.

Who would have thought, "Squeak--!"

The door latch of the bathroom door made a very harsh sound, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the courtyard.

Obviously when he closed the door just now, there was no such harsh sound, it was even smooth and silent. Good guy, you are the one who makes the sound in one direction when you open the door, right?

For a moment, Ouyang Rong was extremely embarrassed in front of the bathroom door.

What was even more embarrassing was that after the door latch sounded, the bathroom filled with white mist suddenly became quiet.

The original sound of water sliding over my skin stopped.

Ouyang Rong stopped in front of the door.

There was silence inside the door.

The atmosphere fell into a strange dead silence.

Looking at the ajar door, which had been silent for a long time, Ouyang Rong's expression changed wonderfully.

However, what surprised him the most was that the bathroom door was unlocked.

Xiu Niang is... not guarding against him at all!

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a little guilty.

He really regarded him as a gentleman.

After a while, with a sad sigh, he took the initiative to take some steps and walked back and forth around the door.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and shouted towards the door:

"Hey, Miss Xiu Niang, the door is not locked. It was blown by the wind just now. I closed it for you. You can continue washing. It's okay. I'm keeping watch."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply from the bathroom, Ouyang Rong, who was looking upright, walked back to the courtyard and sat down on the stone bench again, staring intently.

After a while, in the bathroom, a faint voice of agreement came from a thin girl whose head had been buried in the water for a long time:

"Ah... um."

In the hospital, Ouyang Rong wiped his face vigorously, looking a little melancholy.

She is obviously his child bride, and she has bitten her teeth hard. Why do you think he is pretending to be a "patient of Beitian Sanatorium"?

Not long after, the bathroom door opened, and a slender figure weakly walked out of the bathroom door. The evening breeze blew through her skirt, making her look very fragile.

When Ouyang Rong saw it, he was worried that she would be blown away by the wind the next second.

Zhao Qingxiu, wearing a nightgown that had been washed white, groped towards him and wrote something on his palm.

【Thank you, sir】

"It's okay, it's okay, just wash it off."

The crisp sound of wooden fish filled his ears, but Ouyang Rong's face fell, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile, stood up and prepared to leave.

This time, Zhao Qingxiu grabbed him by the corner of his clothes. He wondered: "What's wrong?"

[Master, can you please stay with me? When I hear the sound of the hosta, I feel at ease, just like when you were waiting outside the door just now]

When Zhao Qingxiu mentioned what had just happened, Ouyang Rong blushed, but when he looked down, he found that her little face was full of expectation.

His heart seemed to be touched, and immediately a warm current of "being needed" arose in his heart.

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Ouyang Rong nodded.

Less than half an hour later.

"Long Ling... Long Ling..." In the master bedroom, at the table in the outer room, Ouyang Rong sat upright, raising his hand from time to time and flicking the ice white jade pendant on his hair crown.

At this time, the crisp sound of wooden fish that kept ringing in his ears stopped. Ouyang Rong did not look at how much merit had increased... He slowly turned his head and looked behind a roll of bead curtains. In the direction of the bed in the back room, there was a girl sleeping soundly.

The sound of breathing came out.

I fell asleep and slept soundly.

This is rare, because she should be a Qi practitioner with a higher level of spiritual energy than him. She is so deep asleep that she has no defense against him...including being bullied by him acting like a gangster.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, then stood up calmly, without walking into the back room, turned around and left the master bedroom, and gently closed the door.

Ouyang Rong left the quiet courtyard and drove home. On the way, he suddenly felt that it was quite good to live together slowly like this, but...

"Are you a Yue girl... The family you are talking about are those Yunmeng ladies? Are you still very familiar with that 'little lady Zhishuang'... let alone Rong Nushi know about it, no, Rong Nushi knows that I have such a past

My child bride confessed before, but I don’t know if I can get her back... This is embarrassing.

"Speaking of which, am I seeking personal gain from public affairs? It's what Rong Nu Shi said is selfish. But speaking more carefully, for what I did regarding the Great Buddha, Yunmeng Jianze's wanted arrest actually took the blame for me. So,

When I think about it, it is natural to hide Xiu Niang, she has done nothing and is innocent."

The logic closed the loop again, and Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

Back at the Huaiye Lane mansion, Zhen Shuyuan and the others had already gone to bed, but he was coming home tonight, and maybe Zhen Shuyuan was quite happy: Nephew Yumu finally got the idea, and everyone knew that on the Lantern Festival night, he asked the young lady to go shopping, in front of the flowers and under the moonlight.

...But if she knew that he had three dates in one night, she would probably have a different expression.

However, the news of Ouyang Rong's return still woke up the sleepy Ye Weilai. The little girl held up her hands in confusion and got up to greet him.

"Here." Ouyang Rong did not forget to take out a mandarin duck jade hairpin from his sleeve, and handed it to Ye Weilae in a serious manner, and everything went smoothly.

The white-haired girl was stunned for a moment, and her little face smiled happily under the light...

Not long after, Ye Weila was finally put to sleep, but Ouyang Rong did not wash up and rest immediately.

He silently walked to the study, passed by the closet, and opened the door. His wonderful thoughts were gone. He finally felt clean tonight.

Ouyang Rong did not take out the [Craftsman's Work], but passed his hand over the Mohist sword box, and from the top of the wardrobe, he took out a... Night Pearl, or in other words, the relic of a certain eminent monk.

It was the little gadget he brought out from the Pure Land Palace and kept with him for a long time.

The relic, shaped like a luminous pearl, emits hazy silver-gray moonlight.

Ouyang Rong blew out the candle, picked up the bead with two fingers, squinted at it, and murmured softly:

"The hidden dragon comes out of the abyss, holding the bright moon and poems... the bright moon... carefully, this seems to be the most consistent... I was asked about it by her in the evening, and I suddenly thought of this thing... So this thing is not ordinary? Well, I almost sold it at first.

Lost.

"Dream? She seems to have been testing me since Longcheng. It seems that this dream has been around for a long time. It seems that she believes in it quite firmly. Wait, before, she repeatedly asked Dalang and Junior Sister to find Tao Yuanming's "Return"

"Xi Ci", could it be the poem in the dream?

"Speaking of which, what kind of dream is this? Which master interprets the dream? I'm not sure... can she really soar into the sky after getting the bright moon and poems? I always feel a little uncomfortable, why should I... why should I Qianlong?

Want to be ridden? No matter how you look at it, it’s nonsense.”

He curled his lips and glanced at the dark gray dawn sky outside the window: "How come His Highness spends all day with me as the Riddler, but touching this thing like this doesn't seem to trigger any good fortune..."

Unfortunately, no one responded to this whisper.

The study was silent. Ouyang Rong played with the Night Pearl for a while silently. He touched his chin with his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

At a certain moment, the sound of a rooster crow came from the window, and it was already dawn.

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(PS: Damn it, brothers, please give me a monthly pass! If it’s not doubled at the end of the month, let’s not keep it, we need it very much now woo woo or 2)
Chapter completed!