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Chapter 580: Don't guard against the gentleman Zhao Qingxiu, don't enter Yang Lianghan [ask for monthly votes! ]

It’s almost dawn.

On the main thoroughfare, apart from the fireworks and lanterns that lit up until dawn, there was actually not much else to enjoy.

The bustling places such as lantern festivals, theaters, and red-colored buildings, which were full of lights and wine, have stopped accepting customers, waiting to see off the last batch of guests.

The stalls on both sides of the street where peddlers sold candied haws, wooden combs, and paper kites also closed up one after another.

Only bakeries, restaurants and other food vendors selling breakfast and snacks started opening their doors and cooking.

After leaving the theater where the brother and sister left home, Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu did not return to the quiet courtyard immediately.

Ouyang Rong insisted on taking Zhao Qingxiu to stroll along this busiest thoroughfare during the Lantern Festival.

Before this, when Ouyang Rong took Ms. Rong and his junior sister through, they always passed quickly.

It was almost time to close the shop, but Ouyang Rong walked very slowly with Zhao Qingxiu, who was blindfolded and leaning on a cane.

The two walked and stopped.

There was a lot of noise coming from a place that attracted Zhao Qingxiu's head. Ouyang Rong supported her and walked over to stop and look and listen.

If he came across something that Zhao Qingxiu was interested in but couldn't see, Ouyang Rong would describe it softly and tell her the whole picture.

That little face with a pair of slightly dim eyes was listening very attentively...

As they walked along, they found a place where they could queue up for fun, so they went to queue up quietly.

If the store owner comes over with an embarrassed look on his face to persuade them to leave, saying that they are closed and will not accept any customers, they will not be annoyed or disappointed after waiting for a long time.

Walk down the street to the next store.

During this time, Ouyang Rong took off the sky-blue ribbon that was covering Zhao Qingxiu's eyes and temporarily put it into his sleeve.

Therefore, in the eyes of many passers-by, this pretty girl with a bamboo stick in her hand was just a girl with mobility problems or who had just recovered from a serious illness, and was walking on the street with her lover's family.

There are fewer curious and strange looks.

Although there weren't many originally.

Due to some special reason, both of them happen to have the physique that can store wind and gather energy. When Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu walk together, they are simply a pair of invisible people who are better than the other.

However, it seemed that she had been worried about something from the beginning. Beside Tan Lang, Zhao Qingxiu seemed to have silently closed her spiritual cultivation and her perception was weakened. There was no trace of her stealthy and traceless posture in the complex alleys of Chengtian Temple before today.

Now I am no different from a blind person. I can only use a cane and grope my way forward.

Ouyang Rong is almost the same.

What is the owner of Butterfly Love Flower? I don't know him. He is just a scholar who is slightly more handsome than others...

In addition, there is another point worth noting.

Zhao Qingxiu's hairstyle is a high bun with a hairpin inserted into the comb.

A bun is a knot of hair tied on top of or behind the head.

The so-called "leaving the boudoir and putting hair in a bun" means that in the Zhou Dynasty, women would put their hair in a bun only after marriage.

Unlike unmarried young ladies, she prefers long flowing hair.

When a young lady gets married, she will tie her black hair into a bun and insert a jade hairpin or comb into it. After nightfall, only her husband can untie the bun to show their love for each other forever...

Although Zhao Qingxiu also wore a mandarin duck jade hairpin, her bun hairstyle was different from the hairstyle of unmarried girls like Xie Lingjiang and Rong Zhen.

The former can be seen as married at a glance.

Zhao Qingxiu must have started wearing her hair in a bun since she was a child bride, so she overlooked this detail.

But Ouyang Rong had inserted jade hairpins into the hair of several young ladies tonight, so it was impossible for him not to notice the difference here.

However, he never asked Zhao Qingxiu the question "Why does the embroiderer wear her hair in a bun?"

They are still old acquaintances from Longcheng and are patients of the Beitian Nursing Home.

In the eyes of other passers-by, no one would have thought that the relationship between the couple was so new and complicated.

The two of them walked to the end of the main street just like an ordinary couple on the street.

Further ahead is the west gate where soldiers on night duty patrol the city. Walk forward and you will be out of the city.

Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu stopped.

The night is short, and it is already five o'clock in the morning.

After the tour, Ouyang Rong sent Zhao Qingxiu back to the quiet courtyard by Xingzi Lake.

Ouyang Rong got out of the car and helped her into the yard.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Qingxiu groped his way to the main house to light the lamp.

Ouyang Rong waited until she entered the room and the room was lit up before he said belatedly:
"Don't bother me, Miss Xiu Niang. I'll be leaving in a moment..."

Zhao Qingxiu returned to the yard, placed the oil lamp on the stone table next to him, and wrote a few words on the palm of his hand.

[Are you hungry again, young master?]

Immediately, she went to the kitchen and put on her apron.

Ouyang Rong quickly pulled her back, touched her belly with his other hand and said:
"Wait, I'm not hungry. Let's go to bed early and eat tomorrow."

Zhao Qingxiu: “Yeah.”

Finish speaking one word at a time.

The atmosphere between the two of them quieted down.

Zhao Qingxiu raised her head slightly and faced Ouyang Rong who was standing there.

She seemed to be waiting for him to speak.

Ouyang Rong didn't move, and she didn't move either.

Ouyang Rong waited for a while and found that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

He looked around, covered his mouth and coughed:
"Well...if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I really had fun tonight, haha. Miss Xiu Niang, go to bed early..."

After saying that, he walked out slowly.

Hearing this, the embroiderer waved her hands at him: "Ah ah."

It seems to be telling him to be safe.

Ouyang Rong walked to the door and saw the cold night outside. He felt like something was missing. He couldn't help but stop and turned around to ask:
"What is Miss Xiu Niang going to do now?"

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously tilted his head as well.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu pointed in the direction of the bathroom not far away.

Ouyang Rong said calmly:

"Then you have to boil some water. Come, let me help you. It's already so late and my aunt has gone to bed. If I wake her up now, I'll get scolded. If I go back later, she can sleep a little longer..."

What he said makes sense.

Zhao Qingxiu stood there, holding the jade staff between her elbows. Upon hearing this, she clenched her hands, placed them in front of her, and lowered her head as if she was a little shy.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Ouyang Rong ran to the kitchen to boil water.

All I heard in the kitchen was the sound of "long-ling-ling" as he ran around burning firewood.

Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth slightly, and after a while, she silently went to the master bedroom to get some clean clothes...

Soon, in the bathroom.

Wow——!
The hot water rolled into the wooden barrel, and white mist filled the air. Ouyang Rong noticed that there was no screen in the bathroom.

He walked to the door and said to the pretty girl who was holding the door frame:
"Miss Xiu Niang, the hot water has been poured in. There is another bucket of hot water boiling. If it is not enough, please call me later...

"Well, I'll leave after you're done. Be careful when you take a shower, don't fall, and be safe.

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you in the yard."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded timidly.

Ouyang Rong strode out of the door, leaving the bathroom to Zhao Qingxiu.

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to look back at Tan Lang who was sitting upright on a stone bench in the courtyard, and then went inside.

Ouyang Rong held his breath and waited in the yard.

During this time, the evening breeze made the ice-white jade hairpin on his hair crown make a sound.

However, his attention was on the sound of water in the bathroom.

Faintly, one could hear the sound of water hitting the woman's delicate skin.

For some reason, Ouyang Rong's mind flashed with the red tooth mark on his fair neck... His body suddenly felt hot, he pulled his collar, stood up as if he wanted to walk around for some fresh air, but then stopped, sat down again, and looked around.

At some point, he took a deep breath, quietly took off the icy white jade hairpin, placed it on the table, and left the end with the pendant hanging outside the edge of the table... The wind blew through the pendant, and the crisp sound remained.

Ouyang Rong walked over quietly, carrying a bucket of hot water that he had prepared in advance, and approached the bathroom door with bated breath, his footsteps making almost no sound.

Finally, we arrived at the door.

He reached out tentatively and pushed the door.

Who would have thought, "Squeak——!"

The bolt of the bathroom door made a very harsh sound, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the yard.

When he closed the door just now, there was no harsh sound, it was even smooth and silent. My god, this broken door of yours, it must be one-way sound, right?
For a moment, Ouyang Rong was extremely embarrassed in front of the bathroom door.

What was even more embarrassing was that after the sound of the door bolt, the bathroom, which was filled with white mist, suddenly became quiet.

The sound of water flowing over the skin stopped.

Ouyang Rong stopped in front of the door.

There was silence inside the door.

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Looking at the half-open door that had been silent for a long time, Ouyang Rong's expression changed dramatically.

However, what surprised him most was that the bathroom door was not locked.

The embroiderer is... not on guard against him at all!
Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a little guilty.

I really regard him as a gentleman.

After a while, he sighed sadly, took the initiative to move his feet, and walked back and forth at the door.

At the same time, he shouted towards the door:
"Hey, why isn't the door locked, Miss Xiu Niang? It was blown away by the wind just now. I'll close it for you. You can continue washing. It's okay. I'll be watching over it."

After saying this, without waiting for a reply from the bathroom, Ouyang Rong, full of righteousness, walked back to the courtyard, sat down on the stone bench again, and stared intently.

After a while, in the bathroom, a thin girl who had buried her head in the water for a long time replied in a daze:
"Ah... um."

In the courtyard, Ouyang Rong wiped his face vigorously, looking a little depressed.

She is obviously their child bride, and she even had teeth marks on her. Why is he pretending to be a "patient in the Beitian Nursing Home"?
Soon, the bathroom door opened, and a slender figure walked out of the bathroom door weakly. The evening breeze blew across the hem of her skirt, making her look frail.

When Ouyang Rong saw this, he was worried that she would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Zhao Qingxiu, wearing a washed-out nightgown, groped her way towards him and wrote something on his palm.

【Thank you, sir】

"It's okay, it's okay, just wash it."

His ears were filled with the crisp sound of wooden fish, but Ouyang Rong's face fell. He tried hard to force a smile, then stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

This time, Zhao Qingxiu grabbed the corner of his clothes. He was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

[Sir, can you stay with me? I will feel relieved when I hear the sound of the jade hairpin, just like when you were waiting outside the door just now.]

When Zhao Qingxiu mentioned what happened just now, Ouyang Rong's old face blushed, but when he looked down, he found that her little face was full of anticipation.

His heart seemed to be touched, and then a warm feeling of "being needed" rose in his heart.

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Ouyang Rong nodded.

Less than half an hour later.

"Longling...Longling..." In the master bedroom, beside the table in the outer room, Ouyang Rong sat upright, raising his hand from time to time and flicking the ice-white jade pendant on his hair crown.

At this time, the crisp sound of wooden fish that rang in his ears from time to time stopped. Ouyang Rong did not go to see how much merit he had gained... He slowly turned his head and looked behind a bead curtain, in the direction of the bed in the inner room, from which the even breathing of a sleeping girl could be heard.

Fell asleep and slept soundly.

This was rare, because she should be a Qigong practitioner with a higher spiritual cultivation level than him, and being in such a deep sleep, she had no defense against him at all...including being bullied by him.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, then stood up calmly. Without going into the inner room, he turned around and left the master bedroom, gently closing the door.

Ouyang Rong left the quiet courtyard and took a car home. On the way, he suddenly felt that this kind of slow life together was not bad, but...

"The Yue women? Are you talking about the Yunmeng ladies? Are you familiar with that 'Young Lady Zhishuang'? I can't let Ms. Rong know about this. No, Ms. Rong knows that I have a former child bride. I have confessed to her before, but I don't know if I can get her back... This is embarrassing.

"Speaking of which, am I using my power for personal gain? It's the selfishness that Ms. Rong mentioned. But if you think about it carefully, I was the one who did the Big Buddha incident, and Yunmeng Jianze's wanted order actually took the blame for me. So thinking about it this way, it's only natural to hide the embroidered lady. She didn't do anything and is innocent."

The logic closed the loop again, and Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.

When they returned to the residence in Huaiye Lane, Zhen Shuyuan and the others had already gone to bed. However, Zhen Shuyuan might be quite happy that he came home late tonight: her nephew Yumu finally got it. He knew that he should ask the young ladies out shopping or enjoy the moonlight on the Lantern Festival night... However, if she knew that he had three appointments in one night, she would probably be in a different mood.

However, the noise of Ouyang Rong's return still woke up Ye Weilai, who was lightly asleep. The little girl sleepily stretched out her hands and got up to greet him.

"Here." Ouyang Rong did not forget to take out a mandarin duck jade hairpin from his sleeve and handed it to Ye Weilai in a serious manner.

The white-haired girl was stunned for a moment, and under the light her little face was smiling...

After a while, Ye Weilai was finally coaxed to sleep, but Ouyang Rong did not wash up and rest immediately.

He walked silently to the study, passed by the closet, opened the door, and without thinking, he finally had a quiet night.

Ouyang Rong did not take out the [Craftsman's Work]. Instead, he reached over the Mohist sword box and pulled out a... night-shining pearl, or in other words, a relic of a certain eminent monk, from the deep top layer of the wardrobe.

It was the little gadget he brought out from the Pure Land Palace and had kept it with him for a long time.

The relic, shaped like a night pearl, emits a hazy silver-gray moonlight.

Ouyang Rong blew out the candle, picked up the bead with two fingers, squinted his eyes and looked at it, muttering softly:
"A dragon emerges from the abyss, holding the bright moon and poems... The bright moon... After careful consideration, this seems to be the most suitable... When she asked me about it at night, I suddenly thought of this thing... So this thing is not ordinary? Well, I almost sold it at the beginning.

"Dream? She seems to have been testing me since Longcheng. It seems that this dream has been going on for a long time. It seems that she believes it very much. Wait, before this, she repeatedly asked Dalang and Xiaoshimei to find Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Countryside". Could it be the poem in the dream?

"By the way, what kind of dream is this? Who interpreted it? Is it true or not... can she really soar into the sky after getting the bright moon and the poem? I always feel that something is wrong. Why should I... why should Qianlong be ridden? It's nonsense no matter how I look at it."

He curled his lips and glanced at the dark grey dawn sky outside the window: "Why does His Highness keep telling me riddles all day long? But touching this thing doesn't seem to trigger any blessings..."

It’s a pity that no one responded to the whisper.

The study was silent. Ouyang Rong played with the night pearl silently for a while, then touched his chin with his hand, not knowing what he was thinking about.

At some point, the sound of a rooster crowing was heard outside the window, and it was already dawn.

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