"Embroiderer, do you want me to draw your eyebrows tomorrow?

"Uh, don't you let me draw? Do you want to give me a surprise? What's so surprising? We've never seen each other before...

"Okay, a little surprise is just a little surprise. Let Thirteenth Niang help you tomorrow. She is also a woman. You can just put on some light makeup. There is no need to be too grand. We are all family members. Let's have dinner together tomorrow night. You

How come it is easy...

"Okay, okay. Do you want to be a little more solemn and leave a good impression on my aunt and others? Well, actually the impression is already very good, but you don't know it, Xiu Niang..."

Quiet little courtyard, in the main wing.

Zhao Qingxiu is sitting on the embroidery stool next to her boudoir couch, her little head wearing a sky-blue ribbon is lowered, and she is folding clean clothes with her skillful hands.

Ouyang Rong sat casually leaning to the side, supporting his head with one palm and leaning his elbow against the bed.

I chatted with the embroiderer all the time.

Tomorrow is Zhen Shuyuan's birthday, and it is also the last day of Ouyang Rong's vacation. After two or three consecutive days of vacation, his state has become a little more relaxed, or in other words, he has lost some of the so-called "class feeling" in his previous life.

On the embroidery bench, Zhao Qingxiu's little blindfolded face showed concentration, and she was doing the chore of folding clothes seriously.

From time to time, she would take out her hand and dip it in a bowl of water on the table next to her to write. Ouyang Rong laughed and answered for a while.

If outsiders didn't know, they would think he was talking to himself, but only Ouyang Rong knew that this was the way he and Xiu Niang interacted with each other.

Here, Ouyang Rong unconsciously talks more.

Seems lively.

At the moment, Zhao Qingxiu is folding some men's clothes, Ouyang Rong's.

The two items that Ah Qing sent from Longcheng a few days ago are also among them.

The little girl knew the measurements of Ouyang Rong, her sworn brother, very well. For some reason, she got it just right every time. The embroidered Confucian shirt was neither loose nor tight. Ouyang Rong wore it very comfortably, but maybe he wore too much.

Now he is used to it, except for the last time, when he wore clothes sewn by his little junior sister. Only then did he realize how good this little stepsister's craftsmanship was, but of course he couldn't say this.

Zhao Qingxiu actually made clothes for Ouyang Rong, sewing them stitch by stitch, even after she became blind, she did not delay.

At the moment, she quietly folded Ouyang Rong's many clothes for a while and neatly stacked them on the boudoir couch.

Zhao Qingxiu stretched out her small hand, took out a relatively new Confucian shirt sewn by Ah Qing, and touched it quietly.

She went to write:

【Tanlang, what color is this clothes】

Ouyang Rong replied: "Yuebai."

Zhao Qingxiu put down this shirt, took out a second Confucian shirt, and signaled to him.

Ouyang Rong took a look and saw that it was also sewn by Ah Qing.

【What about this one】

"Cyan." He answered.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head slightly, seemed to think for a while, and then wrote:

[What kind of clothes does Sister Xie like to wear on weekdays, and what about Wei Lai and the others]

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and replied:

"My junior sister likes red. As for Wei Lai, she likes to wear pink and white recently. She always thinks she is too white and wants to suppress it.

"My aunt is an elder, and her colors are dark and conservative. She can wear blue, black, and red. Recently, Ah Qing gave her a festive red silk. She likes it very much..."

【Are there any other sisters?】

When Ouyang Rong heard this, there were some black lines on his forehead. He licked his lips and said:

"Xiu Niang, what are you thinking about in your little head? What about other sisters? Besides them, who else is there in the family? I have said it several times, so I don't believe it."

Zhao Qingxiu wiped off the wet writing on the table with her small hands, rewritten it, and changed the wording:

[In addition to Sister Xie and Wei La, which other women will come to Aunt Tanlang’s birthday party tomorrow night?]

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"There will be some, but you don't have to worry about them. They are all outsiders. I will deal with it. The embroiderer doesn't need to care about their opinions."

As soon as Ouyang Rong finished his answer, he found that the delicate girl in front of him, who tilted her head, stuffed a stack of green Confucian shirts into his arms.

"what?"

Zhao Qingxiu smiled and wrote: [Okay, Tan Lang will wear this one]

"Now?"

[Of course it’s the birthday party tomorrow night]

Only then did Ouyang Rong realize that the embroiderer asked these questions because she was matching his clothes.

"Wearing blue, oh."

Ouyang Rong looked indifferent and put away the blue Confucian shirt and took it back later. He would wear this tomorrow night.

Looking back, he asked:

"Then what will the embroiderer wear?"

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head slightly, a little shy, and wrote four words:

[I wear plain white]

Ouyang Rong was curious: "Why are you dressed so plainly?"

Zhao Qingxiu didn't answer and continued folding clothes.

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized:

"I understand, you are wearing white and I am wearing blue. I want to show that we are innocent, right? It is a clean introduction."

"..."

The pretty girl folding clothes had a dumbfounded face.

Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction: "The embroiderer is still thoughtful."

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head and waved his hand.

Ouyang Rong continued to praise himself, his face not red and his heart not beating.

Zhao Qingxiu had no choice but to blush, lowered her head, and continued folding her clothes virtuously.

Ouyang Rong suddenly said with a serious face to the blind and mute girl who was smart and diligent:

"Actually, embroiderers don't have to worry about these little things. They don't have to dress so plainly because they are afraid of stealing their limelight... Well, many women in the world are eager to dress conspicuously and beautifully and become the focus of the audience. How about you, how can you keep a low profile?

Even if it's a very important day like tomorrow, you should be low-key and modest."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and did not answer, her expression unclear.

Ouyang Rong looked at her who was as gentle as water, reached out and touched the girl's thin cheek, gently held it up, and said very seriously:

"No matter how you dress, you will actually be the protagonist tomorrow night. Everyone is watching you. There is no point in hiding..."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly stretched out her hand, blocked Ouyang Rong's mouth, shook her head at him, and seemed to be begging him sadly not to say anything.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the blue scholar's shirt in his arms, and continued:

"Aqing is in Longcheng and can't come. I'll wear the clothes you made, not hers."

Ouyang Rong had told Zhao Qingxiu about Ah Qing before, and she knew that he had such a foster sister.

When Zhao Qingxiu heard this, she shook her head and wrote with concentration on her face:

[Wear sister Ah Qing’s. She is better at needlework than me. I can’t see her. She can’t sew as well as her. She is very good at such a young age. With such skill, Tanlang should wear hers.]

Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes and asked:

"Does Ah Qing have some of the skills you had when you were a child?"

Zhao Qingxiu smiled but did not answer.

Ouyang Rong silently looked at the blind and mute girl in front of him for a while.

Watch her quietly packing her clothes and house.

There seems to be a peaceful mood in the chest.

He didn't know how long he had been busy, but Ouyang Rong saw Zhao Qingxiu stand up and run to the kitchen, and he followed him.

In fact, he shouldn't have come today, or should not stay too long. He should spend more time with Zhen Shuyuan and Xie Lingjiang. After all, the former is the birthday girl. He finally has a holiday, so he has to stay at the Huaiye Lane mansion and spend more time with them.

Accompanying her is the universal filial piety today.

However, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but come over. He was used to worrying, and he was always a little worried and wanted to come and take a look.

Fortunately, Zhen Shuyuan understood him quite well and didn't say anything. She just told him to go home for dinner tonight and to come back before the second day of Xu Chu. He couldn't be late.

Tomorrow is her birthday ceremony, and some relatives from Nanlong will arrive this afternoon, including the patriarch and several elders of the Nanlong Ouyang clan, as well as relatives from the Zhen clan of my aunt's natal family...
To be continued...