The woman's hot body is worth a thousand words.

In the mist, two figures collided together, as if they merged into a whole, like a circle.

The water in the bathtub stirred up completely, spreading out in circles, one circle after another.

The bathtub swayed, swayed, and water splashed over the edge of the tub.

It can't fit.

…

Zhao Qingxiu didn't know how long she had slept.

When he opened his eyes, Tanlang simply put on a double-breasted robe, with his chest open, and concentrated on cleaning the bathroom.

Zhao Qingxiu's expression was a little dazed. She obviously just came to give Tan Lang a bath and give him a small reward, but in the end...

At this moment, she just felt so tired that she didn't want to lift a finger.

At this moment, the entire bathroom floor was wet, and there was only one candle lit inside the screen, making the light a little dim.

"Are you awake? Do you want to rest for a while?" Ouyang Rong was bending down to pick up the bellyband and underpants that had been thrown from the ground not long ago. The vermilion fabric was wrinkled and turned into a black-red color when wet... His head

He asked with a smile without replying.

Zhao Qingxiu rubbed her sleepy eyes, reached down to feel it, and found that there was not much water in the tub, and it could barely cover her waist... She vaguely remembered that the tub seemed to have almost been shaken over in the middle of the process...

Zhao Qingxiu was leaning against the wall of the tub, subconsciously crossing her chest with her arms and sinking into the still warm water, hiding her breasts under the water...

But before she could react, she felt her body rising into the air.

It turned out that Ouyang Rong came over, took a big towel, wrapped Zhao Qingxiu completely, and picked her up from the waist.

"I'll clean, you go and have a rest. I just saw you dozing off. You closed your eyes but your eyeballs moved slightly. You might be dreaming. I don't want to wake you up..."

Zhao Qingxiu heard Ouyang Rong's soft voice and wrote in confusion:

【What time is it?】

"It's still early, only two hours. You just slept for half an hour. But it's very dark. I have to go back. I can't spend the night outside tonight... Fang Nuxia and the others might wake up too.

, strange, why did you go back to the house to sleep after dinner? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night..."

Ouyang Rong held Princess Zhao Qingxiu in his arms and covered her tightly with a towel and his Confucian shirt to prevent the cold wind from soaking her body. He carefully walked out of the bathroom, walked through the dark and silent courtyard, returned to the main room, and gently took her away.

Put it on the couch.

Just when Ouyang Rong was tucking Zhao Qingxiu into bed.

The latter suddenly reached out and touched Ouyang Rong's forehead. After a while, he seemed to be relieved and his face became thoughtful.

"What's wrong?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and said nothing.

"I'm really fine, I'm fine." He remembered something and couldn't help but emphasize.

Zhao Qingxiu smiled slightly and nodded.

Ouyang Rong shrugged.

He walked to pour tea for Zhao Qingxiu. On the way, he took a look inside:

[Merits: four thousand three hundred and one]

This time a total of more than 1,500 merits were consumed...

He secretly let out a long breath and subconsciously touched the hand on his waist, but then took it back.

Although he was already very strong, Ouyang Rong was able to control his body muscles thanks to his special Alchemist Dao Veins, so Ouyang Rong was able to do so with ease, sloshing a large bucket of water all over the bathroom.

Nearly 1,500 breaths, one breath lasts about four to five seconds... The bathtub almost shook apart.

Ouyang Rong coughed and returned with a cup of herbal tea.

Zhao Qingxiu leaned on the bed, took the cup, and took a sip of tea. Her black hair was still wet and spread like a waterfall.

Ouyang Rong sat by the bed, took a dry towel, and concentrated on wiping her wet hair. Zhao Qingxiu leaned in his arms obediently.

The two of them sat on the bedside together, enjoying the tenderness. One talked and the other wrote. After whispering for a while, Ouyang Rong confirmed again:

"The embroiderer didn't have a nightmare just now, right?"

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head.

"What did you dream about?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

[Dreaming about bad dragons]

"Isn't this a nightmare?" Ouyang Rong looked worried: "Isn't it just the recurring nightmare you often had before? Are you afraid of being eaten by these evil dragons?"

[Well, I’m afraid, but this time it’s different]

"Why is it different?" He was puzzled.

[This bad dragon has been beheaded]

Zhao Qingxiu wrote seriously.

Ouyang Rong was startled for a moment, then reacted immediately.

"Well, I, I'll withdraw first. Don't have that nightmare again. It's not easy for people to be evil. Although it is a nightmare, I will accompany you every day. I will not fall behind every time. If it's bad, just be bad..."

Someone went out in a hurry and disappeared after a while.

The room was quiet for a while. Zhao Qingxiu, who was holding tea on the couch, smiled and her eyes turned into crescents.

But he remembered something again, and he called Ouyang Rong back with a few urgent "Ahhhh" calls. Zhao Qingxiu wrote a sentence on his chest. Ouyang Rong suddenly understood, went to get the latest box of osmanthus cakes, and went out.

, this box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was made by Zhao Qingxiu herself. According to the old rules, it was brought back by Ouyang Rong and fed to Zhen Shuyuan and other female relatives...

After a while, Ouyang Rong's movements disappeared, and deathly silence returned to the hospital.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head, gently touched her red skin, and touched her delicate hands from her shoulders to her lower abdomen.

In the Dantian under the lower abdomen, the original seventh-grade spiritual energy is surging violently.

Overnight, it seemed to be infused with a surge of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy was almost condensed into a solid liquid state, just like the tides generated when an evil dragon made trouble in the bathroom not long ago, violently impacting the sixth-level barrier in the dark.

He could break through at any time, but was suppressed by Zhao Qingxiu.

In fact, she was able to break through just inside the bathtub, but she suppressed it.

First of all, I was afraid that Tanlang would be frightened.

Secondly, she is a virgin, so it is not that easy to break through... She also needs to contact her master...

However, compared to the inexplicable increase in cultivation, what made Zhao Qingxiu even more happy and unexpected was that Tanlang's body was not affected at all, and he even became stronger and healthier.

The two of them are just like the marriage fortune-telling king that Tanlang read about. They are a natural pair, with yin and yang helping each other, and they are vaguely compatible with the rare secret method of dual cultivation.

Zhao Qingxiu is still not sure whether it is because of the tortoise-shell longhorned beetle or some other factor that the two of them have complementary physiques.

The special medicinal soup given to Tanlang in the past two days was not only to replenish his body, but also to verify whether she had absorbed Tanlang's energy and spirit.

Of course, the medicinal soup that the Fang sisters drank was of a different kind. It only had the effect of calming the mind, making it easy to sleep, and strengthening the body... This is why Zhao Qingxiu went to the bathroom with such confidence tonight and actively rewarded the Fang sisters for taking a bath.

It really didn't disturb them and they slept soundly.

Just now, Zhao Qingxiu touched Ouyang Rong's forehead to check his condition, and then she looked inside herself.

Zhao Qingxiu discovered that Tanlang had no loss of energy except for a minor backache that was hidden for the sake of face but was actually not serious.

The two of them are affectionate, playing like mandarin ducks in the water, not absorbing the medicinal effect of the tortoise-shell beetle accumulated in each other's body, and even promoting each other.

The only thing that is a little unusual, or unexpected, is Tanlang's physical strength. Although he has a slender body like a frail scholar, he is extremely endurance and tireless...

Zhao Qingxiu's face was slightly blank, and she thought carefully for a while.

She shook her head slightly.

This can only be explained by Tanlang's regular physical exercise. After all, he does have nice and smooth muscle lines under his wide Confucian shirt, arms, and abdomen, and he is not a weak scholar like he seems on the surface.

It seems that after Longcheng's first two serious illnesses, Tan Lang's body has indeed fully recovered, and he is better than ordinary people...

I don't know what pictures came to mind to support it, but the girl lying lazily on the bed suddenly held her face in her hands and buried her face shyly for a while.

The night was quiet, and there were bursts of insects in the courtyard outside. Zhao Qingxiu was in a daze for a long time.

In the short period of time she lived in the quiet courtyard of Xunyang City, she gained benefits that she might not be able to achieve even if she practiced in Yunmengze for a year.

At a certain moment, he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

Zhao Qingxiu pursed her lower lip, reached out and took out a piece of azure ribbon and silently covered her eyes.

I lightly turned over and got out of bed...

A quarter of an hour later.

In the west wing room, Fang raised his sleeves and Fang Shengnan woke up in a daze.
To be continued...