He reached out, grabbed her clenched red hand, opened it, put it on his face, shook his head firmly, and let her feel the magnitude.

Zhao Qingxiu sniffed:

[Tan Lang, would a good friend really be like this? 】

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Some good friends can have five children."

Zhao Qingxiu was startled when she heard this, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote:

【Do you want Tanlang too】

Ouyang Rong was helpless. Why did he take the joke seriously? How stupid. He sighed: "I'm afraid, Xiu Niang, your body and bones won't be able to bear it."

Zhao Qingxiu hugged her knees and waited for a while, then wrote word by word:

[Xiu Niang can endure a lot of pain, just grit her teeth. She is much stronger than Tanlang thought. Xiu Niang can endure all kinds of pain, it depends on who takes it]

As she wrote, her head dropped lower and lower: "Xiu Niang only has one good friend, Tan Lang, and she will only have Tan Lang in this life. It was like this before and it will be like this in the future."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "I know."

Zhao Qingxiu stared at her hair for a while, then couldn't help but write one more sentence, emphasizing with extra insistence:

[My first body was taken by Tanlang]

Ouyang Rong repeated again: "I know."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and shed tears:

【You are a fool】

Ouyang Rong whispered and touched her red and swollen eyelids:

"Yes, I am a fool and you are a mute. In the words of Mr. Sun when we first met, we are a perfect match."

[Good friends are born to be a couple, right?]

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head and wrote, with a rare hint of anger between the lines.

Ouyang Rong did not answer and said directly:

"When I was seriously injured in Longcheng Sanhui Yuan, did you take care of me as a female worker?"

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned, as if she didn't expect him to ask such a question.

"Ah, ah..."

She shook her head subconsciously, then stopped with a guilty conscience and hesitated.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her hand, put it on his palm, and motioned her to write.

Zhao Qingxiu drew a circle on the palm of his hand, as if his mind was confused.

Ouyang Rong looked at her neck, pointed, and said softly:

"I remember I took a bite. When I first met you at Cheng Tian Temple, I saw some wounds."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly looked up.

Ouyang Rong took off her ribbon, put his forehead against hers, and looked into each other's eyes, as if they were looking at each other.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Xiu Niang knew that he was in front of her and reached out to touch his face. Ouyang Rong leaned his face close to her palm and asked:

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you foolishly hand over your body to me and not let me know? You are a very traditional woman who values ​​innocence. I have never looked down on you. The more you do this, the less understandable it is that someone is forcing you to do so.

You, like your family."

Zhao Qingxiu stayed for a long time, lowered her head with guilt, and wrote: [Tan Lang, Xiu Niang, can you please stop talking?]

Ouyang Rong did not force her. He was silent for a while and then smiled:

"Okay, I won't force you to do anything, but Xiu Niang needs to know that Tan Lang is not a fool, and Tan Lang also has something that he hasn't told Xiu Niang. He wants to talk about it, but he can't. Tan Lang also wants to ask.

Excuse me, can you please stop talking?"

Zhao Qingxiu's face was a little confused, but she nodded: [Okay, Tan Lang will tell you when he wants to say it, Xiu Niang is willing to wait]

Ouyang Rong suddenly smiled: "Okay, then it's settled, as long as it doesn't hurt the other party. Also, Tan Lang is the same, not everyone can be a good friend, Xiu Niang is unique. Our pair of good friends are also

There are some differences, um, last time I mentioned my aunt’s birthday gift, does Xiu Niang still remember it?”

"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu nodded honestly.

"If you want to go to the birthday ceremony, I will take you there and we will go together." He warned, repeatedly emphasizing: "You must go, do you hear me?"

"Ah..." Zhao Qingxiu said softly, as if she had something to say.

Ouyang Rong put his index finger on her lips and interrupted softly:

"If you want to have five children, you have to do this. You have to go home with your good friend and me and let everyone see it. This is called status. Does the embroiderer know the status? It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's just a name changed by a good friend. You

It’s so easy to understand.”

Hearing the word "status", Zhao Qingxiu's chest rose and fell, and she had difficulty breathing, and her little face turned red with excitement.

How could she not know what her status is?

The thing you longed for suddenly appeared before your eyes, as unreal as a dream...

When Zhao Qingxiu was stunned, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but pinch her sore nose:

"Obey and write."

Zhao Qingxiu turned her back and buried her head in the quilt.

Ouyang Rong looked at her pretty appearance, especially when she stupidly turned her back to him, just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand when in danger.

The already thin nightgown outlines the dynamic arc of the morning. The embroiderer is thin, but her waist is very thin, and her hips are not small.

Ouyang Rong looked at the silent corridor outside again.

Without thinking, I bullied myself.

"Hey..."

"Don't move, good friend, check your body. In case you say I'm bullying you, you should check mine first."

"..."

Zhao Qingxiu wrote in a panic:

[No, how about not checking, I’m so embarrassed]

"Check what I'm ashamed of? I'm not ashamed at all."

Ouyang Rong asked with a wink as he put down the bed curtain to warm up.

[Tanlang...there are also evil dragons]

Ouyang Rong:......?

He lifted up the quilt with a stern face, pinched her cute chin, and said sternly:

"That's more important. I'll give the embroiderer some courage. Today I'll behead it first and use it to practice my skills."

Zhao Qingxiu:......!!

…

More than half an hour later.

Ouyang Rong, with black hair and shawl, quietly closed the door. On the corridor, he wore a white undershirt, hugged a crumpled Confucian shirt jacket, and left refreshed.

Behind him, the boudoir couch in the back of the main room was in a mess, a mess, everything was clear, and everything was in a state of chaos.

They started another round in the morning, and the new round took a little longer than last night.

He injected more than a thousand merits, more than a thousand breaths, one breath every five seconds.

There are still more than 6,000 merits left.

Leave three thousand merits for the divine order, and any excess can be given to the embroiderer.

Ouyang Rong left quietly at just the right time. When he passed the door of the west wing, he heard some small sounds coming from the door.

Before the Fang sisters got up and went out, they brushed off their clothes and went away, hiding their merits and fame.

After walking out of the courtyard, Ouyang Rong put on his Confucian shirt and tied his belt. He subconsciously stretched his waist, but he stopped halfway and took it back as if nothing had happened.

He straightened his waist and left the quiet courtyard while maintaining his composure.

After walking a few steps, his expression calmed down, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Chengtian Temple where nothing had happened this morning, and then looked back at the quiet courtyard.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking...

"Sister, did you hear anything this morning?"

"You snore really loudly?"

"Oh, that's not it. I'm talking about the sound outside. It seems to be coming from the little master's room. Wait, has something happened to the little master..."

"You are not allowed to wander in and disturb the little master. She may have been practicing in the morning, and she practiced hard all night last night. Besides, for such a person as the little master, there is a danger that she cannot solve. Can we go in?"

"Oh, that's true..."
To be continued...