Chapter 488: 343. Embroidery Maid

343. Embroidery Maid's Sweetness, Peach Blossom Fortune's Exchange

Ever since the Embroidery Maid moved into the quiet courtyard to cook for him.

Ouyang Rong became addicted to the sport of washing dishes, no, housework.

How good is washing dishes? It can digest food after a meal; it can be alone with the Embroidery Maid shoulder to shoulder, touching shoulders from time to time; it can also cultivate tacit understanding.

How to cultivate it specifically? It's I wash mine, you wash yours, you wash mine, I wash yours... In the end, after washing, wouldn't they stick together? Like the two of them right now.

Well, mainly because the Embroidery Maid's beautiful posture of wearing an apron and facing away from people is very good-looking.

I don't know why, but a woman wearing an apron to wash dishes seems to have a different kind of virtuous and dignified feeling, which is very consistent with the decomposition of the word "An" (Peace): a woman in the house is peace.

In addition, I have to say that the kitchen is also a good place, not just for cooking and washing dishes...

In front of the sink, the atmosphere remained quiet for I don't know how long.

Until Ouyang Rong tried to break it.

"That, if you don't speak, then it's considered consent?" He proposed solemnly.

Ouyang Rong was just washing one of her soft, small hands, when suddenly he felt empty in his hand. His palm was actually grabbed by the Embroidery Maid.

"Aya yaya..."

Zhao Qingxiu tightly grasped Ouyang Rong's palm with her two small hands, her mouth opened wide, making a panicked sound, her head shaking, and the ice-white jade pendant on her hair bun made a crisp "Longling Longling" sound.

This scene looked like a little girl holding her brother's clothes at the dentist's door, panicked and afraid to go in.

"Don't be anxious, ask for your opinion first. If you have any unspeakable secrets, you can tell me. We will discuss it slowly."

After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he turned his hand over again and grabbed her right hand, which she used to write every time.

He pressed her two fingers into his own palm and said: "If you have something to say, write it down."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head.

Ouyang Rong was smiling, but his face was stunned.

Zhao Qingxiu's index finger didn't write, but kept drawing circles in his palm.

"Uh, what do you have to say? Write it down." Ouyang Rong said helplessly.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head, still drawing circles.

By the sink, it was quiet for a while.

"Itches, stop drawing." Ouyang Rong said seriously.

As the words fell, he felt the slender index finger in his palm pause, then move again.

This time, it changed to hooking her finger, repeatedly scratching his palm.

It was like scratching an itch for him, looking very serious.

Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head.

Ouyang Rong's free hand raised, helping her straighten the ice-white jade hairpin inserted in her thick hair bun.

His face was gentle.

Actually, even if Fang Juxiu hadn't mentioned this matter today, Ouyang Rong had been planning to ask for the past few days.

Even the Fang sisters, who hadn't come long ago, could see the something wrong between the two. This relationship that had developed into ambiguity was already a bit illegitimate.

It is estimated that only this little fool, the Embroidery Maid, has been deceiving herself until now, thinking that this status quo is not a problem...

Just like a little ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

But as a man, one must always think one step further than a woman, instead of waiting for the other party to suddenly ask one day and be caught off guard.

"Drawing circles and acting cute is useless."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, leaned forward, like a jade mountain about to fall, and asked back with a fierce and burning tone:

"Hmm, the hairpin on your head is my mother's relic, very valuable, very valuable. You have worn it for so long, but you haven't given an explanation. Heh, this matter is not so easy to dismiss. You... even if you draw a hundred circles, it won't work, you can't pay off the debt.

"However, Embroidery Maid, you can also see that I am the most generous person. After all, I have eaten so many of your meals, which makes me feel embarrassed. Between good friends, this matter is not big, not small... it's not a problem."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand generously, his words implicitly "coercing and enticing":

"I can still barely manage, but my aunt is different. She has a bad temper, is picky and calculating. If you want to wear this hairpin properly, you have to get her nod. Do you understand?"

Zhao Qingxiu listened, her little face somewhat confused, and hadn't reacted yet, when she heard Ouyang Rong's last sentence increase in tone.

"Ah... hmm." She hesitated and nodded lightly.

Ouyang Rong suppressed the corner of his mouth, frowned and pursed his lips, looking solemn, looking at her somewhat dazed little face, and continued to say in his mouth:

"However, rest assured, it's definitely not letting you come alone. There is also me. What kind of relationship are we? Cough, old friends and patients in Dragon City, comrades-in-arms who wash dishes together, good friends who coax each other to sleep, hmm, liver and gallbladder shining on each other.

"Can I ignore you and let my aunt bully you? Between good friends, there is no such word as giving up. You too, don't give up, do you hear me?"

"Hmm hmm."

Ouyang Rong leaned closer to her exquisite and small pink ear and revealed:

"Actually, my aunt should have noticed you, but she has never said it. My aunt is smart. But it's not a big problem. With me here, let's see how long she can endure. This is called the enemy doesn't move, we don't move.

"If the enemy wants to move, then we move first, catching her off guard..."

Ouyang Rong's tone was enticing, and what he said was reasonable and well-founded.

Zhao Qingxiu listened with a dazed little face, feeling the firmness and confidence in Tanlang's voice.

At the same time, the distance between the two was too close, his face and her cheeks seemed to be close at hand, and the hot breath was sucked into her somewhat rhythmic breathing.

"Hmm hmm ah ah."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded in a panic, withdrew her hand, turned around, returned to the sink, and buried her head in work.

Why is she still washing?

Ouyang Rong glanced.

There is one bowl left in the sink.

It was delayed when the two were chatting just now and wasn't finished.

But the Embroidery Maid is now washing it with extra seriousness and focus, washing for a long time.

Seeing that she was slow to finish washing this bowl.

Ouyang Rong was a bit speechless.

After waiting for a while, he glanced at her apron back.

Suddenly walked over, hugged Zhao Qingxiu's thin back from behind.

He covered her two hands that were repeatedly washing the bowl with his two hands and began to help.

The two bodies were stuck together seamlessly.

Ouyang Rong felt the thin body of the blindfolded girl in his arms stiffen significantly.

He didn't speak, and his movements of helping to wash the dishes didn't stop.

Instead, her hands washing the dishes stopped, unable to keep up with the rhythm.

In front of the sink, the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Ouyang Rong was quiet, without further action.

All these actions seemed to be saying: Good friends wash a bowl together, what's wrong with hugging?

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head deeply.

Ouyang Rong didn't say a word, waiting for some response.

But as time passed second by second, what responded to him was the hot touch of the blindfolded girl in his arms whose body was gradually heating up.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Qingxiu slightly resumed some movements.

Her two small hands moved again, and together with this "good friend," the two of them and four hands washed a bowl.

But Zhao Qingxiu had just adapted to and defaulted to this state, when Ouyang Rong, who had been honestly hugging her waist from behind, suddenly moved again.

He seemed to have been tickled by her hair, and his face buried into her neck from behind. Ouyang Rong's head shook gently, as if he was rubbing his nose against her fine neck, which was like white porcelain.

Zhao Qingxiu's body trembled, it was also itchy.

The tight posture between the two, plus the itching caused by his breath spitting on her neck, made Zhao Qingxiu's dishwashing movements even more difficult.

However, Ouyang Rong didn't have any other actions this time when burying his neck, and his hands washing the dishes still moved as usual.

Perhaps he also noticed this, still believing in the great friendship, Zhao Qingxiu bent her waist, her body just twisted slightly, and continued to brush the bowl. She bit her lower pink lip with her teeth, holding her breath.

By the sink, the atmosphere returned to quiet, with only the sound of "hua hua la" water.

And the faint conversation of the Fang sisters coming from outside the kitchen, Fang Shengnan outside in the courtyard seemed to be asking her sister Fang Juxiu if she wanted to eat some fruit after the meal.

But the two women didn't know the scene in the kitchen separated by a door.

By the sink, the blindfolded girl wearing an apron waited for a moment, and her sandalwood mouth seemed to breathe a sigh of relief slightly.

But at this time, Ouyang Rong, who had been honest, suddenly took the bowl that had long been washed clean from Zhao Qingxiu's hand and put it aside.

His two hands stained with water stains immediately shrank back and wiped them on the apron around Zhao Qingxiu's waist.

During the wiping process, as if being touched on sensitive areas such as the lower abdomen and waist, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but bend over, and exclaimed in her mouth: "Ya—!"

But before she could react, her body had already floated into the air!

Ouyang Rong's wiped hands directly hugged Zhao Qingxiu's waist, walked forward with big strides, and placed her on the stove.

Zhao Qingxiu lost her balance, so she had to subconsciously twist her body and hug Ouyang Rong's neck. After her pink bottom landed on the stove, the two happened to be face to face.

Ouyang Rong leaned in, the first thing he did was to pull out the ice-white jade hairpin that was "Longling" ringing on her hair bun and put it further away.

Losing the fixation of the hairpin, the two eyes looked at each other, and within a close distance, three thousand green silks poured down like a waterfall.

Ouyang Rong pressed up.

"Yiya... Wuwu!"

Before Zhao Qingxiu could speak, her small sandalwood mouth was blocked physically.

The first bite.

It was sweet.

It was the sweetness clearly and accurately transmitted to the tip of the tongue.

Ouyang Rong finally tasted it.

It was like a light-ripe plum just picked from a branch with cicadas in summer. One bite, sweet and satisfying.

The two overlapped and fell onto the stove.

There was a water ladle placed on the countertop, which was knocked off the edge of the table by their large movements when they lay down, falling toward the ground.

A slender trembling leg that had been tightly clamping Ouyang Rong's lower back suddenly stretched out and accurately hooked the water ladle, making it land safely.

Ouyang Rong didn't notice this silent detail. He directly pulled down the sky-blue ribbon on the dazed face in front of him that covered her eyes.

His lips moved up, falling on her nose, on her lost and wide-open lacquer eyes, on her delicate eyebrows, on the white forehead hanging with fine fragrant sweat beads.

Moving down again, returning to the eyebrows, returning to the eyelashes, returning to the tip of the nose, and returning to the small mouth that was already out of breath, passing back the few strands of the beauty's hair that had stuck to his lips into her mouth...

The scene was very chaotic, two hearts were trembling, and their foreheads occasionally bumped clumsily.

There was no tacit understanding like when good friends washed dishes together just now.

An ice-white jade hairpin lay quietly on the countertop with its back to the two, as if observing the entangled shadows of the mandarin ducks neck-to-neck on the wall behind the stove.

The kitchen was empty and lonely, and the stove was crowded and noisy.

But a new tacit understanding was being cultivated.

"Why can't I find the ladle? Strange, where did I put it? I still have to fetch water to wash the pears..."

Ten breaths later, Fang Shengnan's loud voice suddenly sounded at the door. Before the movements of the two on the stove could pause, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside.

"What is Young Master Ouyang looking at? What's in the pot? Eh, where is Embroidery Maid..."

Zhao Qingxiu was too thin and petite, covered by Ouyang Rong's body. Fang Shengnan asked strangely when she looked at it for the first time.

But halfway through, she also clearly saw the little octopus wrapped around his waist and back.

The air inside and outside the kitchen was suddenly extremely awkward.

"Uh, you continue..." Fang Shengnan turned around at the speed of a flying machine, with her back to the kitchen, looking at the scenery outside.

Ouyang Rong:...

Zhao Qingxiu:...

After three breaths, when she couldn't help but look back again, Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu had already separated, got off the stove, and were tidying their clothes.

Zhao Qingxiu turned her back, a small section of her round small shoulder slipped out, and the sky-blue ribbon was looped around her neck, too late to wear it, because her two hands were hurriedly tying the ribbon on the back of her neck... This knot had just been untied by a certain good friend, but was interrupted by Heroine Fang.

Ouyang Rong was calm, silently blocking in front of Zhao Qingxiu, but Fang Shengnan saw him lowering his head, wearing an apron that had just been taken off by him around his waist.

The atmosphere was even more awkward.

"Forget it if there is no ladle, you, you just pretend I didn't come..."

Fang Shengnan's face turned red, and she ran away, not forgetting to close the door.

Ouyang Rong immediately turned to help the blind and mute delicate girl put on her loose skirt...

Not long after, the two figures appeared at the kitchen door.

In the courtyard, Fang Juxiu, who was sitting at the table, looked at them with curious eyes, and then looked at her sister who was drawing water by the well with a red face and her head buried.

Ouyang Rong walked out of the kitchen with a water ladle in his hand, just about to speak, his face stunned.

Fang Juxiu found that his expression had become wrong.

As if noticing Fang Juxiu's sharp gaze, Zhao Qingxiu returned to the kitchen, as if there were still housework to do.

Ouyang Rong sat down in the courtyard, drew a ladle of water, drank it in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to chat with Fang Juxiu, and glanced at the kitchen from time to time.

Seeing that the Embroidery Maid was slow to come out to see people, Ouyang Rong had to get up and say goodbye. Before leaving, he went to the main hall and picked up a box of Taoshouzhai pastries he had just bought.

"Embroidery Maid, I'll take a box of pastries. If you want to eat, buy some another day."

He turned his head and said loudly.

"Hmm hmm."

Zhao Qingxiu's distracted response came from the kitchen, and she didn't ask Ouyang Rong what he was taking it for.

Ouyang Rong didn't know that the blindfolded girl was currently curled up in the corner by the stove alone. After hearing his shout, she subconsciously stood up, stood up halfway, and then squatted back down, tightly covering her hot face with her two hands...

Ouyang Rong left the quiet courtyard and quickly returned to the carriage, putting down the pastry box.

He showed a strange look, closed his eyes, and entered the Merit Tower.

Inside the Merit Tower, in mid-air, a merit bell was trembling incomparably, and purple mist was constantly surging out of it. In the purple mist, there were pale pink threads familiar to Ouyang Rong.

He frowned, concentrated his thoughts on it, and a divine message immediately flew into his mind and exploded.

"Two thousand merit points exchange, a bit much. How is this fortune triggered? It shouldn't be..."

Ouyang Rong touched his chin, his expression thoughtful.

This time, he didn't say a word and closed his eyes directly.

Not far away, above the round small wooden fish, a line of cyan-gold font numbers suddenly deducted.

Merit: 4508... Merit: 2508...

In the carriage, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

"Dong, dong..."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the pastry box on his knees.

Is it a fortune related to the Embroidery Maid?

He is definitely going to exchange it. ===== CHAPTER 489 =====