No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 731 The gift is open-crotch panties, right? [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Bathroom, in front of the screen.

In her hand was a pair of thin, scarlet, crotchless panties.

Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to throw it away or what to do next.

At the same time, he was also paying attention to what was happening behind the screen.

It was very quiet inside.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't say anything else. Just now when Ouyang Rong enthusiastically ran in to help, she had anxiously "spoken" to stop him, but now she is silent. She is probably like an ostrich burying her head in the sand.

Neither side knew what to say.

It was not until then that Ouyang Rong calmed down and felt the dampness in the bathroom.

The air is filled with fragrant white mist, which is hazy and, combined with the orange-yellow halo of the candles, gives a feeling of being half-covered by a pipa.

Ouyang Rong smelled three scents.

One is the smell of a wooden bathtub soaked in hot boiling water.

One is a light and elegant sweetness.

It is a niche soapberry-flavored product sold by foreign merchants from Lingnan, similar to the scented soap of later generations. Ye Weilai loves to use it very much, and her aunt and other female relatives in the house also use this one.

Wei Lai had just used it to wash the embroiderer's hair after she took a bath with her. It should have been left by her. The embroiderer also used it to wash her hair.

In addition, Ouyang Rong also smelled a faint fragrance.

Quiet and pleasant smell.

He is very familiar with it.

It's the body fragrance of the embroiderer.

Ouyang Rong licked his dry lips.

The air was silent for a while, and he tried to speak, breaking the silence:
"How about...we just make do with what we have? There doesn't seem to be any other clothes here, unless we go to Wei Lai's closet. You're thin, so you should be able to fit into her clothes. This one is cool...a little cool, but you can wear it first to get by, and then put on my coat.

"I won't look around. Actually, let's... um."

Ouyang Rong wanted to say that as good friends, they were already so familiar with each other that they even went home hand in hand. It was not like they had never seen each other before, so there was no need to be so formal. However, he thought of something, swallowed his words, and just said "hmm" with a nasal tone.

Although the two of them had done that before, it was mostly in dim light or in darkness.

In the quiet courtyard, the embroiderer never lit a lamp. She would turn it off every time she worked. He only measured and explored it with his slightly rough hands, and really did not let his eyes feast their eyes.

Logically, the embroiderer cannot see it and should easily ignore it. I don’t know why she cares so much about whether there is a light or not and is particularly shy.

It can only be said that the embroiderer is still too conservative. As expected of a woman from the Zhao family of Nanlong, she values ​​chastity as her life. Even if it is the man she has chosen as her husband, it is difficult for her to be completely naked in front of him.

However, is it necessary to be so cautious towards a gentleman like him?
Too polite.

Ouyang Rong had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he nodded even though the blind and mute girl couldn't see.

Faced with the questions from the "upright gentleman", the thin and beautiful blind and mute girl behind the screen remained silent.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Ouyang Rong sighed and said fairly:
"Or I can go to Wei Lai's room and get you some new clothes. I won't go in, so you wait first. How about that?
"Well, if you agree to this plan, just say 'ah' twice.

"I agree with another plan, and then I say 'ah'. The other plan was actually just mentioned, with some improvements, which is..."

Before Ouyang Rong finished speaking, Zhao Qingxiu behind the screen had already chosen the first one in seconds and uttered "Ah".

"Ah... ah?"

However, she only had time to utter the first word when there was movement outside, so fast that she didn't even have time to utter the second word.

"The second one, right? Good! Let's go."

Almost as soon as Zhao Qingxiu spoke, Ouyang Rong nodded slightly embarrassedly, quickly took off his coat, and rushed behind the screen.

Behind the barrel, a slender figure of a beautiful woman with wet curly hair, squatting, came into his sight.

Ouyang Rong wrapped Zhao Qingxiu in his coat at lightning speed, picked her up by the waist, turned around quickly, and strode out the door.

"what?"

Zhao Qingxiu cried out in surprise, widened her eyes and raised her eyebrows, hugging her coat tightly to block the light above.

Her pretty face flushed red, her small hands clutched the collar of his shirt, and at the same time she tilted her head and buried her small face in his broad chest. She wished she could wipe away the blush on her face and smear it all on him.

Ouyang Rong looked straight ahead and walked across the yard in a princess-carrying posture.

Although when he just entered, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye that could not be concealed even by the hazy white mist.

However, the embroiderer was not completely naked. She was wearing a small bellyband on her curled up thin body. There seemed to be mandarin ducks embroidered on it, which was also vermilion. It was suspected to be a match for the underpants below. Both were given by that devilish girl Ye Weilai... But that was the only one. Now, the infinite scenery had been blocked by his green Confucian shirt. Even the moon and candlelight could not be glimpsed, as if they were contained in a bottle by him.

At this moment, Zhao Qingxiu realized belatedly that Tan Lang had never given her the power to choose.

The question just now was not a multiple-choice question at all, but a fill-in-the-blank question, which can only have one standard answer.

Feeling shy and helpless, Zhao Qingxiu was somewhat stunned as she felt the domineering Tan Lang carrying her out of the house without saying a word.

After a while, perhaps because of the bumpy ride down the stairs, the feeling of being weightless and out of control of her body in Ouyang Rong's arms made her subconsciously afraid.

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but wrap her green Confucian robe tightly around her, pressing it against her chest with her elbows to secure it and prevent it from slipping off. She used her free two arms to hug his neck, embracing him like a koala.

Ouyang Rong also heard the beauty in his arms make some timid nasal "hmm" sounds at the end. It should be unconscious, but it touched the man's heart very much, and it easily gave rise to an urge in the man to protect and cherish her.

Ouyang Rong also hugged her tighter.

The two of them hugged each other tightly and adjusted themselves to a comfortable position tacitly.

You can also better feel the details of the other person's body, such as heat and heartbeat.

At this moment, Zhao Qingxiu's eyes were completely dark and he felt like he was passing through a chilly environment.

It felt like I had come to a warm little house.

It should be the inner room of the master bedroom, where I sleep.

Because there was the scent of Tan Lang in the house, and also some of Miss Ye's scent.

Before she could continue her wild thoughts, she felt her body return to the ground.

Ouyang Rong carried Zhao Qingxiu, who was carried like a princess, directly in front of a wardrobe. He carefully took her hand and placed it on the wardrobe to help her hold it steady.

"Change your clothes first. Wei Lai's clothes are on the middle layer inside. You can touch them by opening the door and reaching forward. I'll go out first and keep watch for you. Call me when you're done."

"what?"

Perhaps because she didn't expect that the proactive and strong Tan Lang would be so straightforward, Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head in a daze.

However, Ouyang Rong had already done what he said. He turned around and strode out.

Before leaving, he grabbed Zhao Qingxiu's hand and returned to her the scarlet open-crotch panties that had been crumpled into a ball and the ice-white jade hairpin that she had taken off when she took a bath.

Walking away alone.

Zhao Qingxiu was holding the wardrobe with one hand, holding a touch of vermilion. She heard the subtle sound of Tan Lang closing the door consciously after leaving the room, and looked back in a daze.

I clearly can’t see it, yet I see it.

In the yard outside, the sound of Tan Lang pacing back and forth, guarding it, could be heard.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu finally realized what was going on and lowered his head, saying:
"Um……"

She felt the residual warmth of the large Confucian robe on her body. His residual warmth was like a huge mountain that protected her from the wind and rain.

In front of the wardrobe, a thin, beautiful and pretty blind and mute girl clasped her hands, wrapped her robe tightly around her, and stroked her shoulders.

She lowered her head and seemed to take a look at the embarrassing scarlet crotchless panties in her hand.

When Ye Weilai gave the small package to Zhao Qingxiu, who looked puzzled and curious, she whispered something in his ear.

She said most men like this, almost without exception.

Zhao Qingxiu was actually not unfamiliar with this thing, because it was the standard equipment for some brides when they got married. However, there was no such thing as open-crotch pants in her hometown. Instead, they were called "hakama", which existed before the pre-Qin period. Crotch pants were a later addition. This was considered a very traditional custom.

She still remembered the day when she got married as a child bride. The most memorable day in her memory was when she was taken back to the Ouyang family's residence by Zhao's mother. She actually wore this kind of underwear that day.

But Zhao Qingxiu was still very young at that time, ignorant and simple-minded, just a little girl. This thing was sewed for her by her mother herself under the oil lamp before she got married. Naturally, she wore it obediently and did not ask about it out of curiosity.

But many years have passed and no one knows where that old thing has gone.

Is it in a suitcase somewhere in the Tanlang family house in Nanlong’s hometown, or was it lost by Zhao’s mother, Aunt Zhen and others after the incident that year?
Zhao Qingxiu didn't know.

I have lost so many things over the years. It is not easy to gain things, let alone to regain them.
She was smiling.

Without opening the wardrobe in front of her, she rolled up her long black hair and tied it up, then used a thin hairpin to secure it.

"Longling--Longling--" Only the jade hairpin remains the same.

……

Ouyang Rong waited patiently in the yard.

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

Ouyang Rong entered the Merit Tower and took a look.

【Merit: 6,809】

"No wonder it feels like it can't be suppressed. It's overflowing here too."

Ouyang Rong began to murmur.

Originally, it was a little over 6,000 merits. These days, the previous long-term political achievements have continued to provide merits, plus today's welcoming of the embroiderer, and the girls just having another meal together, which also increased the merits.

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

However, Ouyang Rong was not a wealthy local landlord, and his main goal was not to hoard surplus food.

At this time, the rear door was opened.

The sound of the embroiderer's footsteps was heard.

There is also a crisp "Longling" sound, as if she is being dressed neatly.

Ouyang Rong turned around to look and said with a smile:

"Have you changed it?"

When he saw it clearly, his face froze.

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

Her wet hair was casually tied up with an ice-white jade hairpin, like a man's hairpin.

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

If you ignore those dim, dark eyes that look like stars, the whole person appears pure and elegant, like a lotus emerging from water.

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

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

She was originally thin and slender, with thin arms and legs, while Ouyang Rong was tall and slender. Zhao Qingxiu naturally looked several sizes larger in his Confucian robe.

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

However, thin women can easily be used as clothes racks. If they have a better temperament, they will look good in anything they wear.

This is especially true for Zhao Qingxiu. Wearing his green Confucian robe, she has a hint of intellectuality and bookishness. Her slender neck is slightly raised like a swan, and her hair is elegantly tied up with a white jade hairpin, which perfectly matches the Confucian robe.

It gives people a feeling of being weak yet strong and confident.

Well, if we exclude the small movement of tilting my head to avoid his gaze...

Ouyang Rong discovered that she was holding an extra Confucian shirt in her hand, which must have been taken from the closet.

Zhao Qingxiu stepped forward and put a blanket on him to keep him warm.

【Tan Lang, where should I sleep tonight? 】

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

"Uh-oh."

Zhao Qingxiu turned and walked towards the master bedroom, towards the bed.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong quickly went into the bathroom and took a shower.

When he returned to the master bedroom, he found that the embroiderer seemed to have fallen asleep.

He walked over to the bedside, extinguished the candle, and then got under the covers.

The bed is warm.

Ouyang Rong did not touch her.

The embroiderer seemed to be sleeping in her clothes, a blue Confucian robe typical of men.

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

After all, it is more convenient.

If I had known earlier, I would not have taken off my robe and wrapped her up. It would have been better to get one of Ye Weilai's nightgowns. The robe covers her too tightly.

Ouyang Rong waited for a while and found that the embroiderer's breathing was even, as if she was asleep.

As he was thinking, he suddenly realized that it was only three days since the last time.

According to the agreement made with the embroiderer, I need to exercise moderation and do it once every three days, not counting the third day.

He nodded slightly and sighed.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes.

I have something to do tomorrow.

The dark air was quiet for a while.

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

It seemed like he just changed his sleeping position.

He subconsciously turned over.

It was quiet again, the atmosphere was silent, and both of them seemed to have fallen asleep.

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

Ouyang Rong didn't care what the fuse was that completely ignited the air. It seemed that his finger accidentally touched her finger.

Then it burned.

However, what Ouyang Rong didn't expect was that the embroiderer held him down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"what."

Ouyang Rong's mouth was blocked, as if to prevent him from speaking.

The embroiderer sat on it.

A blue Confucian robe slid down silkily.

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

But discovered a new world.

The underwear has an open crotch.

She didn't change!

His breathing suddenly became heavy.

He rolled over and pinned her down.

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

But then, the embroiderer suddenly turned over and pressed him down, not knowing where she got the strength from.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stare slightly.

There was a blind and mute woman who kissed him foolishly.

His hands were originally placed on the little round shoulders, then on the smooth and beautiful back, and then on the slender waist.

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

Because I have never seen such a passionate embroiderer.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but speak out in a deep and magnetic voice:
"Wait, if you are here, can we discuss something?"

In the darkness, the slender figure with a beautiful back exposed was sitting up, holding his face with both hands, and tilted her head as if she was a little confused.

She saw Ouyang Rong seemed to raise his hand and count with his fingers, and then he murmured in a hopeful voice:
"How about we swing our swords at the evil dragon 809 times and try not to exceed this number?"

Zhao Qingxiu:……?
(End of this chapter)