"That...shouldn't have woken up Fang Nuxia and the others, right?"

Ouyang Rong got out of the steamy bathroom, hugged a bunch of clothes he had changed, and quietly returned to the main room.

When he entered, he glanced at the dark west wing next door and murmured in a low voice.

Zhao Qingxiu was sitting at the table. A solitary lamp had been lit on the table. She was supporting her chin with both hands. Her eyes were obviously dark, but she seemed to be staring at the warm light source in front of her in a daze. She was no different from an ordinary woman.

different.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingxiu shook her head gently, and the ice-white jade hairpin pendant in her high temples made a "Longling" sound.

Ouyang Rong saw that the long cloth bag on the table had disappeared.

Zhao Qingxiu was standing up, groping forward with her hands to greet him, when her palms touched the dirty clothes in his arms.

"No need to light the lamp, I'll leave later."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and felt her pulling dirty clothes, so he added:

"I'll take it back. It'll be troublesome for you to wash it."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head stubbornly.

Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand.

Zhao Qingxiu put the dirty clothes aside, took out a dry towel, went back again, turned behind Ouyang Rong, and wiped his long, wet black hair.

There are no hair dryers in this era, so you can only air-dry your hair naturally, so washing your hair is a very troublesome thing. It is best to wash your hair and dry it in the sun during the day. The so-called holiday is actually used to take a bath.

, Generally, hair may only be washed once every ten days and a half, especially among the lower class people. Who is a good person who washes his hair every day?

The embroiderer must be very afraid of his weak body, because his wet hair was blown by the wind and caught the wind and cold.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, took the towel from Zhao Qingxiu's hand, tilted his head, lifted his hair, and wiped it himself.

"I'll do it. Xiu Niang goes to bed first. She came here smelling of alcohol in the middle of the night and woke you up. I feel a little guilty about myself."

Zhao Qingxiu didn't say a word. She was robbed of the task of wiping her wet hair. With her hands free, she stood in front of Ouyang Rong, not idle, groping for his new clothes, pulling the fabric from time to time to tidy it up.

Ouyang Rong didn't think much about it, let her do it, and said casually:

"This dress is quite suitable. The embroiderer is really good at needlework and her timing is just right. But when you make clothes, don't you all have to measure the size in advance? It seems that the embroiderer didn't measure me personally. Is it possible that visual inspection can also be done?

So accurate?"

He thought of his adopted sister, A Qing, who had helped him measure his waist and other dimensions before leaving in Longcheng to make it easier for him to make clothes.

When Zhao Qingxiu heard this, she immediately lowered her head, stopped moving her hands, and then continued.

However, after that, the two little hands became a little flustered, stroking left and right, as if they were lost.

Ouyang Rong looked at her curiously.

The two of them were standing at the door of the main wing at the moment.

Ouyang Rong turned his back to the door, and the night breeze that came from the corridor blew his black hair, which was not too cold.

"I'm leaving later."

After Ouyang Rong's wet hair was almost wiped, he stopped, lowered his head and whispered in Zhao Qingxiu's ear:

"The embroiderer is no longer busy, please go back to sleep, okay? I'll stay with you, and I'll leave after you fall asleep, okay?"

Zhao Qingxiu immediately grabbed his palm and wrote on it with her index finger, her face serious:

[Young master, you don’t need to accompany me. I’ll come back first.]

Zhao Qingxiu didn't ask Ouyang Rong why he was going so late, and didn't ask him to stay.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

"Actually, it's not too urgent. I can still stay for an hour or two... I have to leave before dawn."

He turned back and glanced outside the door.

Looking beyond the wall, Ouyang Rong could faintly see the eaves of the main hall buildings of Chengtian Temple on the other side of the lake.

He can't tell Xiu Niang that he is going to find their Jianze virgin, and have a good chat with him, right?

And just in case, it would be best for Xiu Niang to sleep peacefully in the quiet courtyard...

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt Xiu Niang in front of him push his chest with two small hands, and pushed him out the door with gentle force.

"Ahhh."

Zhao Qingxiu began to "drive" Ouyang Rong away.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and prepared to say goodbye.

At this time, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around, returned to the house, wrapped a ball of candied fruit in a handkerchief, returned with both hands, and stuffed it into Ouyang Rong's arms.

"I've eaten, you can keep your allowance..."

Halfway through Ouyang Rong's words, Zhao Qingxiu's little hand that reached into the lapel of his collared shirt suddenly stopped, and under the former's stunned gaze, she took out a small ball of fabric.

The blindfolded girl lowered her head curiously, unfolded the small ball of fabric with her delicate hands, and touched it carefully.

This thing is faintly azure.

It was the dirty ribbon that Zhao Qingxiu changed into when she took a bath in the evening.

Obviously, Zhao Qingxiu also touched it, and it was her own thing.

She raised her head blankly, her little face covered by a new ribbon seemed to be staring blankly at Ouyang Rong.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

"If I said that I brought it out accidentally, would you believe it?"

He asked extremely seriously.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't say anything, didn't pick up his hand, and continued writing.

But her subsequent actions have revealed the answer to this question.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly clenched the dirty ribbon with her left hand, hid it behind her back with her fist, raised her right hand, untied the new azure ribbon that covered her eyes, and hurriedly stuffed it into Ouyang Rong's arms.

"..." Ouyang Rong said: "I..."

Zhao Qingxiu interrupted, and a slender index finger was already "drawing" characters on his chest like a dragon:

[That one is dirty, sir, don’t use it, use a new one]

Ouyang Rong:......??

After being stunned for a long time, he said anxiously:

"I didn't. What was Xiu Niang thinking? How could I use your blindfold to indulge in sexual pleasure..."

After finishing writing, Zhao Qingxiu was too embarrassed to lift her head. She buried her head deep in her chest. When she heard this, she was reminded of something or thought of something. She suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Ouyang Rong also followed her gaze and looked over.

Bathroom? His eyes were puzzled at first, and then, like lightning, the image of a bamboo basket with a thin bellyband and panties flashed before his eyes.

The expression on Ouyang Rong's face changed.

"I didn't take it..." He immediately spoke first.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly pushed him who was speaking, and took two steps back. Ouyang Rong saw that her little face was already red to the point of being pretty, and the little face that had taken off the blindfold ribbon was a little dazed, maybe it was

A pair of eyes that are dim and dull cause a person's senses.

Ouyang Rong felt that Xiu Niang should have a shocked expression.

The two of them were so opposed to each other, and after three breaths of silence, Zhao Qingxiu turned around anxiously, ran into the house in a panic, and hid behind the screen. Ouyang Rong didn't know what she was going to do for a while, so he hid like an ostrich?

Anyway, I didn't listen to his excuse at all.

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth wide and touched his stuffed chest. His mouth was dry and he didn't know how to explain it.

Good guy, I have never felt that explaining something can be so feeble... On the other hand, you said that you even took the dirty ribbons, but you didn't touch the bellybands and underpants that were washed next to you. Who would believe it?

Ouyang Rong wished he could slap himself.

Now there is really yellow mud stuck to my crotch. It is not that thing, but that thing, and I can't wash it off.

"Long Ling——"

Ouyang was about to go in and find Zhao Qingxiu to explain, but the familiar crisp sound came again, and Zhao Qingxiu left and returned.

Ouyang Rong saw her running out from behind the screen in a hurry, her hands behind her back, as if she was holding something.

Before he could ask, Zhao Qingxiu had already come to him and stuffed a bunch of things into his arms in a panic.

Ouyang Rong looked puzzled:

"This is?"

He touched his bulging chest and took out a piece of light, silky fabric, and looked down.

The quiet body fragrance is fragrant, and the turquoise fabric still has some residual warmth. There is also mandarin duck embroidery on it that reflects the woman's gentle thoughts.

The embroiderer's bellyband!
To be continued...