"Is that so... If you doze off, no wonder the sound is so rhythmic... You don't make any sound..."

Fang Shengnan lowered his head and muttered, thoughtfully.

"What rhythm?" Ouyang Rong looked confused.

"fine."

Fang Shengnan shook his head.

After being quiet for a while, he took the hot tea from Ouyang Rong and tasted it.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head to sip the tea and glanced at Fang Shengnan from the corner of his eye. Seeing that she was quiet and didn't ask any questions, he put down the tea cup and let out a long breath.

When he was relaxed, Fang Shengnan suddenly spoke:

"Brother Ouyang, were you bullying Xiu Niang just now?"

Ouyang Rong almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

He covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then swallowed the tea and shook his head:

"What are you talking about? There's no such thing as bullying."

"Then why did the embroiderer's face turn so red just now?"

"I……"

Fang Shengnan crossed his chest, brows in thought, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Don't try to bluff me, something is definitely wrong."

She moaned:

"And last time, when I entered the kitchen in the middle of the way, why were you and Xiu Niang lying on the stove? How did you clean up the kitchen?

"Okay, I just told you not to bully Xiu Niang during dinner, but it took me a nap..."

Before Fang Shengnan could finish speaking, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly walked out.

The blush on her face had almost completely faded away, and she looked a little cold and quiet, which made Fang Shengnan wonder if he had just seen it wrong.

"What a blush."

Ouyang Rong turned around and asked again out of curiosity.

Fang Shengnan was speechless.

[Please keep your voice down, Mrs. Fang is still on her lunch break]

Zhao Qingxiu was blindfolded and her face was drooped, writing on the table.

Only then did Ouyang Rong and Fang Shengnan calm down.

Not long after, Fang Shengnan returned to the west wing after warning the mischievous Mr. Ouyang with a glare.

Only Zhao Qingxiu and Ouyang Rong were left.

Ouyang Rong stepped forward to help Zhao Qingxiu.

Was pushed by the latter.

[Tanlangjing bullies people]

After she finished writing, she turned her back and ignored him.

Ouyang Rong was embarrassed: "The embroiderer is so beautiful, it's my fault... I didn't keep my mind calm."

[If you are not beautiful, you don’t blame me. I, I pushed you, it was you who wanted it]

Ouyang Rong blurted out:

"Then you also grabbed me, pulled me back, and then hugged my head and didn't let go, almost suffocating me to death..."

She immediately turned around and stretched her hand to Ouyang Rong's face in embarrassment, probably trying to cover his mouth, but she accidentally hit the bridge of his nose with her fingertips.

Ouyang Rong covered his nose, and Zhao Qingxiu slapped his enemy's chest sadly, but did not dare to really hurt him. His pitiful little face was full of resentment.

"Okay, no more talking."

Ouyang Rong held her hand.

As if remembering something, he took out a ball of crumpled cloth from his arms and stuffed it into her hand.

It's vaguely made of light silk, but it's a little wet and wrinkled...

As soon as Zhao Qingxiu touched it in her hand, she quickly put the bellyband and panties into her arms.

After finally taking off the red glow, her little face turned red again, and her ear beads seemed to be dripping with blood.

Zhao Qingxiu buried her face in his arms.

Don't dare to look up.

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to tease her anymore.

Afraid that her eyes would turn red from crying due to embarrassment.

It's not without precedent.

This was often the case a few times ago.

The two cuddled for a while.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly raised her head, with a serious face, and wrote on his chest:

[Tanlang, you can’t act like this anymore. I’ve eaten bone marrow in the past two days. I’ll have to exercise restraint in the future.]

"It makes sense, but what Xiu Niang said is unconvincing."

Ouyang Rong said seriously.

Zhao Qingxiu:......

[No matter what, you have to listen to me next time, Tanlang listen...be obedient and be good]

Before Ouyang Rong could bargain, Zhao Qingxiu had already lowered her head and leaned against him again.

Ouyang Rong felt an index finger drawing circles on his chest.

After a while, the little head in his arms tilted slightly.

She fell asleep.

It seems that I have been tortured enough just now and my body and bones are exhausted.

Ouyang Rong exhaled, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.

[Merits: 5108]

On the first night, during the three rounds, Du gave the embroiderer two thousand merits, Ziwu.

Afterwards, more than 6,300 merits were left.

In the past few days, the two of them had a strong and lingering relationship, which continued on and off several times, and Ouyang Rong gave Xiao two thousand merit points.

But plus the seven to eight hundred merits that have been growing in other places.

At this moment, there are 5,108 merits left.

"I always feel like I can't stand it anymore. I have to earn more merit to support my embroiderer..."

Ouyang Rong muttered.

He lowered his head and glanced at Zhao Qingxiu.

The palms of his hands gently held her little face, which was sleeping peacefully.

I don’t know if it’s his imagination, but Xiu Niang’s skin seems to be glowing, and her face, which was originally so thin and lovable, has a little baby fat. Maybe it’s because she eats with him on time every day, and then... she was blessed by merit again.

After Ziwu is fed, the nutrition will naturally increase.

However, the bones of the body are still slender, weak, and charming.

Ouyang Rong didn't know what impact the little four thousand merit purple mist injected in the past few days had on the embroiderer's cultivation. After all, he couldn't take the initiative to ask.

But just by making her body and bones better, Ouyang Rong was already very satisfied with her condition.

In addition, Ouyang Rong can actually feel that Xiu Niang is actually actively cooperating, and even studies hard, but it cannot be said that she is very traditional and very thin-skinned...

Although he had hoped that the meritorious purple mist could cure Xiu Niang's blindness and muteness.

But some things can't be forced, so you have to take your time. If it doesn't work this time, just try next time. You can always find a way.

The current changes in Xiu Niang's body at least show that it is developing in a good direction. This merit Ziwu is not a bad thing. With Ouyang Rong holding on to his life-saving trump card, the more he can give to her, the better...

Ouyang Rong suddenly bent his fingers and flicked the ice-white jade hairpin pendant on her temples.

"Long Ling——"

The crisp jade sound echoed through the courtyard.

The woman in my arms slept deeper...

Half an hour later, Zhao Qingxiu woke up after a long nap, and Ouyang Rong stood up to say goodbye.
To be continued...