Zhao Qingxiu didn’t know.

Too many things have been lost over the years, and it is not easy to gain them, let alone regain them.

She was smiling broadly.

Without opening the wardrobe in front of her, she rolled up her black silk hair on her shoulders and twisted a thin hairpin into it to fix it.

"Long Ling—Long Ling—"

Only the hosta remains.

…

Ouyang Rong waited patiently in the yard.

Hearing the sound of merit suddenly ringing in his ears again, he raised his eyebrows, turned his back to the bedroom, and took the opportunity to close his eyes.

Ouyang Rong entered the Merit Tower and took a look.

[Merits: six thousand eight hundred and nine]

"No wonder it feels so overwhelming and overflowing here."

Ouyang Rong muttered.

It was originally a little more than 6,000 merits. In these days, the long-term political achievements have continued to reflect the merits. In addition, today's welcoming of the embroidered lady and the fact that the girls just had dinner again have also increased the merits.

Coupled with the inexplicable rise now, it has reached 800, and the speed is gratifying.

However, Ouyang Rong did not want to be a landlord, but wanted to avoid hoarding surplus food.

At this time, the rear door was opened.

The footsteps of the embroiderer came.

There was also a crisp "Long Ling" sound, which seemed to be neatly dressed.

Ouyang Rong looked back and said with a smile:

"Have you changed it?"

After he saw it clearly, his face was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Qingxiu still wore the same blue Confucian shirt that belonged to him. She was still wearing it, but she tied her waist with a ribbon instead of wrapping it haphazardly like before.

Some of her wet hair was randomly tied up with an ice-white jade hairpin, like a man's crown.

At the moment, a few strands of black hair fell down her white forehead. Zhao Qingxiu picked it up with her little finger and tucked it behind her ear.

If one ignores those pair of starry lacquered eyes, the whole person looks pure and elegant, like a hibiscus emerging from water.

Ouyang Rong was a little confused: "Why don't you change clothes?"

Zhao Qingxiu didn't answer and walked out of the door.

She has a thin figure with thin arms and legs, while Ouyang Rong has a slender and tall figure. Zhao Qingxiu naturally looks several sizes too big wearing his Confucian shirt.

It's like a naughty little girl secretly wearing her father's formal clothes at home.

However, a slender woman can easily be used as a clothes rack, and no matter how nice her temperament is, she will look good in anything she wears.

This is especially true for Zhao Qingxiu. Wearing his blue Confucian shirt, she has a vaguely intellectual and scholarly style. Her thin neck is as slightly raised as a swan, and a white jade hairpin is elegantly arranged in her hair, which perfectly matches the Confucian shirt.

It gives people a feeling of strength and confidence mixed with weakness.

Well, if we rule out the slight tilt of the head after noticing his gaze...

Ouyang Rong found that she was holding an extra Confucian shirt in her hand, which must have been dug out of the closet.

Zhao Qingxiu stepped forward and covered him with clothes to keep out the cold.

【Tanlang, where shall I sleep tonight?】

Ouyang Rong coughed, "There is only one bed here."

"Uh-oh."

Zhao Qingxiu turned around and walked to the master bedroom and the bed.

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong quickly got into the bathroom and took a bath.

When he returned to the master bedroom again, he found that Xiu Niang had already fallen asleep.

He walked over to the bedside, first extinguished the candle, and then got into the quilt.

The bed is warm.

Ouyang Rong did not touch her.

The embroiderer seems to be sleeping in her clothes, wearing a men's blue Confucian shirt.

Ouyang Rong originally thought she would change into Ye Weila's nightgown.

After all, it is more convenient.

If I had known better, I would not have taken off my Confucian shirt to wrap her up. I would have gone to get one of Ye Weila's nightdresses. The Confucian shirt was too tight.

Ouyang Rong waited for a while and found that Xiu Niang was breathing evenly, as if she was asleep.

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized that it was only the third day since the last time.

According to the previous agreement with the embroiderer, it needs to be done in moderation, once every three days, not counting the third day.

He nodded slightly and sighed.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes.

I'm still busy tomorrow.

The dark air was quiet for a while.

Ouyang Rong suddenly heard the sound of the beauty beside him turning over slightly.

It seems that I just changed my sleeping position.

He also turned over subconsciously.

It was quiet again, the atmosphere was soundless, and both of them seemed to be asleep.

The next moment, a ball of "fire" suddenly rose in the darkness, and the two of them hugged each other.

Ouyang Rong couldn't care less about what was the fuse that completely ignited the air. It seemed that his finger accidentally touched hers.

Then it burned.

But what Ouyang Rong didn't expect was that Xiu Niang held him down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"ah."

Ouyang Rong's mouth was blocked, as if he was not allowed to speak.

The embroiderer sat on it.

A blue Confucian shirt slipped down smoothly.

Ouyang Rong reached out to touch the Confucian shirt beside his legs, trying to grab it and throw it away.

But a new continent was discovered.

The crotchless pants are open.

She didn't change!

His breathing suddenly became heavy.

Turn over and push her down.

Ouyang Rong covered her ears with both hands, kissed her cheek first, then her forehead, then her nose, and finally her pink lips.

But immediately, the embroiderer didn't know where the strength came from, she suddenly turned over and suppressed him.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stare slightly.

There was a blind and mute woman who kissed her madly.

His hands were originally placed on Xiao Yuan's shoulders, then on his smooth and beautiful back, and then on his waist.

But when he got to the back, he couldn't help but retract, pushed a little, and interrupted her.

Because I have never seen such a fiery embroiderer.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but speak out urgently, his voice was deep and magnetic:

"Wait a minute, if the embroiderer is here... can we discuss something?"

The slender figure with her bare back in the dark was sitting up. She held his face in her hands and tilted her head as if in doubt.

She saw Ouyang Rong raising his hands and pinching his fingers, calculating in a decent manner, and then whispered with some hope:

"How about we swing our swords at the evil dragon eight hundred and nine times and try not to exceed this number?"

Zhao Qingxiu:......?
Chapter completed!