It seems that it is still available...

Ouyang Rong suddenly had black lines all over his head.

"You...why did you give me this?" He first looked back at the west wing where the Fang sisters slept, and then asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qingxiu buried her head in silence.

This time, no words were written, and the young lady was extremely ashamed.

It is also possible to make Guiwei Yue, the future Holy Yuanjun, who has been celibate for a long time. After sensing a certain need, she immediately took off this personal and private thing without thinking. She took the initiative to be considerate and extremely shy.

He is willing to offer it... There is only one Ouyang Rong in this world.

"Hmm..." Faced with Ouyang Rong's seemingly upright return, Zhao Qingxiu responded hastily and perfunctorily.

After resisting the intense shyness and handing over the personal belongings, she ran back to the main room, hid in the door, and turned to close the door to block Ouyang Rong from outside.

But Ouyang Rong couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly stretched out his kick and got stuck between the two doors that were about to close.

"Take it back, I really don't need it!"

Ouyang Rong pushed a warm and fragrant green thin cloth into Zhao Qingxiu's hand.

Zhao Qingxiu was unwilling to accept the offer, so she shrank back and closed the door with force.

"Obey, open the door quickly." Ouyang Rong hurriedly opened the door.

"Woo." Zhao Qingxiu turned her back to block the door but refused to let her in.

"Squeak--squeak--!"

The two of them were very stubborn, but unfortunately the small door was extremely fragile. It trembled under the pressure from the front and back, and they endured it all innocently.

But Ouyang Rong was actually very kind to this door. The embroiderer was very strong, and Ouyang Rong was mentally prepared. In order to cover up his own cultivation, he held back some strength. He didn't know if the embroiderer was the same.

Anyway, the two of them just spent time together... He was a little stronger, and she was a little stronger... I couldn't tell the difference.

During the stalemate, the sound of getting out of bed and putting on shoes suddenly came from the west wing, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

"Who's there?"

Fang Shengnan's confused voice came from the west wing.

Outside the main wing, the stalemate suddenly stopped and became silent...

"It's so late at night, why aren't you sleeping, and there are still people talking..."

Fang Shengnan muttered dissatisfied, pushed the door open and looked around sleepily.

The corridor was empty, and the door to the main wing, where a faint sound had just been heard, was also silent and the door was closed.

The courtyard was quiet except for the whistling of the evening wind blowing through the corridor.

"It's strange. Could it be a dream? There have been more and more weird dreams recently. Is it because I'm too bored during the day and have too many random thoughts? I have thoughts every day and have dreams at night..."

Fang Shengnan shook her head, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, and walked to the latrine. Not long after, she returned again, entered the west wing, went to bed, hugged her sister, and went to sleep happily. Little did she know that what happened on the corridor tonight was more than what she had dreamed about.

Want rich stories…

In the main wing, behind the closed door.

Ouyang Rong hugged Zhao Qingxiu and leaned against the wooden door.

The two of them remained motionless, squinting their eyes sideways, holding their breath and concentrating.

Ouyang Rong waited until he heard the female hero Fang return to the west wing and the sound of the door closing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

His attention returned to Zhao Qingxiu.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Ouyang Rong came close to her ear and whispered:

"I really don't mean that. The embroiderer has misunderstood..."

He felt Xiu Niang suddenly grab his hand and start writing, and there was a pause in his words.

[Master, please stop talking, I’m so embarrassed]

She begged, and Ouyang Rong shut his mouth.

Zhao Qingxiu turned around, buried her head in his arms, and rested her forehead against his.

It was clear that the "crisis" outside had been resolved, but the two of them still maintained this posture, hugging each other and leaning against the inner door together.

The atmosphere in the house was silent.

Ouyang Rong was a head taller than Zhao Qingxiu, so he lowered his head and buried his face in her black hair, smelling the familiar quiet body fragrance, and then looked down at the wound somewhere on her neck that had faded to the point of being invisible.

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In fact, it is not impossible to accept this bellyband, it is indeed useful.

In other words, it is more convincing than a single piece of azure ribbon used by the embroiderer.

When the time comes to see the Yue virgin lurking in Chengtian Temple, if he takes it out casually, Yue virgin's expression will probably be very wonderful, and he will scold the thief... Well, if you are scolded, you will be scolded, it doesn't matter, habitual criminal who picks flowers【

Craftsman] It was stolen. What does it have to do with the owner of Dielianhua?

Just as the two hugged each other and enjoyed the silence.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Several familiar voices came from far away, breaking the quiet night.

It's fireworks.

The banquet at a certain restaurant by Xingzi Lake has not ended yet, and the fireworks are still going on, shooting into the sky for free, like a grand fireworks show.

Ouyang Rong was speechless. Why did these merchants drink so late? Fortunately, he left early.

However, the banquet should be coming to an end now. This is the last burst of fireworks. They were set off for a long time, as if they were all set off at once. Pei Shisanniang and the others are indeed arrogant.

Inside the inner door of the main wing, Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu listened silently to the sound of fireworks outside, and colorful lights illuminated the corridor across from them from time to time.

There was no movement in the west wing. Fang Shengnan must have fallen into a deep sleep. The Fang sisters' sleep quality was quite good.

Ouyang Rong saw from the corner of his eye that Zhao Qingxiu turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of the fireworks outside, with a look of longing on her small face.

He suddenly opened the door, took one of her hands, and strode out.

Zhao Qingxiu's face was stunned, and she followed him out of the door in confusion, glancing worriedly at the dark west wing from time to time.

The two came to the corridor.

"Don't move, keep raising your head."

Ouyang Rong walked around behind Zhao Qingxiu, hugged her waist with both hands, rested his chin on top of her head, turned his eyes slightly upward, looked at the fireworks in the night sky, and said softly:

"Here, look at this bunch. First, white smoke rises into the sky, and then a small yellow light appears. It explodes and blooms into a golden, silvery white, lavender, and pink flower umbrella...

"Come on, turn your head and look at that bunch again. It exploded. The fireworks are as colorful as colored silk. Some are blue, some are red, some are purple, and some are green. Good guy, it's like a big colorful garden.

…”

Ouyang Rong counted carefully with a serious face, taking the trouble to do so. Sometimes he would straighten her little head with both hands and guide her to face the sky where the fireworks were blooming.

Zhao Qingxiu let him move his head, with a dazed expression on his face.

Those pair of lacquered eyes, which had been dim for a long time, were dimly brightened by the explosions of fireworks in the sky.

"How's it going, Xiu Niang, are the fireworks nice?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked with a smile.

Zhao Qingxiu looked up at the sky, grabbed his palm, and started writing without lowering her head:

[The fireworks are so beautiful, so beautiful, I like them]

"I like it too. This angle is really beautiful." Ouyang Rong said softly, but he lowered his head and did not look at the fireworks.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't know that the young master's staring eyes were bright. He raised his head and "looked" at the fireworks. His face was in a daze for a while, and he wrote weakly: "Sir, it's not dark in front of me anymore. The fireworks are so bright. It used to be so dark in front of me."

It’s so dark, I’m often afraid]

She sniffed, Ouyang Rong touched her little face that was a little lost in thought, and said in a calm tone:

"Don't be afraid, the young master is here."

"Puch."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly smiled, "Yeah." She nodded vigorously and couldn't wait to write:

[Master, Xiu Niang is my nickname, can I call you by your nickname?]

"Okay, my nickname is Tanlang." Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes.

【Hello, Tanlang】

"Hey, the character "tan" is no longer circled? Xiu Niang can't write the character "jiu", so why does she write the more difficult character "tan"?"

Ouyang Rong laughed teasingly.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head.
To be continued...