After a while, Zhao Qingxiu sent all the dishes and bowls into the kitchen.

A late night snack is probably indispensable, Ouyang Rong said secretly.

In addition, if you accidentally wake up the embroiderer, you must at least put her to sleep before you can leave.

Fortunately, the night is still long, so the matter at Chengtian Temple is not urgent for the time being. We can go there at dawn. After all, the last time was at dawn...

Ouyang Rong glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and there was a faint firewood burning.

Sighed.

It's a sin to have a midnight snack in the middle of the night for nothing.

Therefore, it is not necessarily a good thing for a child bride to be a little cook. She must have such a belly.

He stood up calmly and walked around in the yard to eat in advance.

Before Ouyang Rong could think of how to deal with this meal, Zhao Qingxiu walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl and touched the bowl in front of him.

"This is……"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, took the bowl, and took a sip: "Hangover soup?"

"Um."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded and reached out to touch his belly. When Ouyang Rong was surprised, his fingers fell on the back of his hand.

[Young Master, are you full?]

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and nodded: "A little bit..."

Zhao Qingxiu did not raise her head and continued writing.

[Master, why didn’t you say anything?]

"Actually, I'm not too full. I ate early in the evening, so it's okay to eat some now."

Ouyang Rong coughed.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly turned around, entered the kitchen again, and continued to light the fire.

Ouyang Rong:......

He immediately frowned, raised his head and drank the sobering soup in one gulp, then patted his mouth in disgust.

At this time, Zhao Qingxiu left and returned, writing on his palm again:

[He boiled hot water and went to take a bath.]

Ouyang Rong was slightly startled: "You didn't cook, but you were boiling water for me to take a bath?"

"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu nodded lightly.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.

The embroiderer can always bring him what he needs most.

Whether it's hangover soup or hot water.

As long as she is at home, she seems to be able to conjure up many things.

"ah?"

While Ouyang Rong was lost in thought, Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth and tilted her head, as if wondering why Tan Lang was motionless.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

Ouyang Rong raised his head and smiled brightly.

Zhao Qingxiu happily ran to the main room to get him clothes.

Ouyang Rong followed behind with a smile.

He has several sets of clothes sewn by the embroiderer and left here.

Entering the main room, Ouyang Rong saw a long cloth bag placed on the table. The bag seemed to have been opened and then covered, and only the outline of a long hard object could be seen inside.

Ouyang Rong was familiar with it. It should be Xiu Niang who served as the Yue girl's sword. She usually hid it and tucked it in, so he pretended not to see it.

But for some unknown reason, I took it out again tonight.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't know where Ouyang Rong's eyes were falling, so she took the trouble to rummage through the wardrobe.

Ouyang Rong didn't take a second look at the sword, but was pushed to the bathroom by the embroiderer who had already taken out her new clothes.

Not long after.

The bathroom door is closed.

Ouyang Rong walked in alone, holding clean clothes.

He put his clean clothes on the stool and took off his shirt that smelled of alcohol without saying a word.

He was shirtless and was about to throw the dirty clothes into the basket next to him. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of some women's clothes in the basket, and the fabric was faintly thin...

Ouyang Rong returned his gaze and did not throw the dirty clothes in. He put them aside and planned to take them out after washing them later.

Just when he was about to take a normal bath.

Suddenly I remembered something.

Ouyang Rong changed his mind and walked to the bamboo basket. After hesitating for a moment, he rummaged through the trousers.

Judging by its color, he knew it belonged to Xiu Niang, and definitely not from the Fang sisters.

Hey, don't ask him why he is so clear and skillful.

Found it.

Finally, Ouyang Rong's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a sky-blue ribbon from the pile of clothes, which the embroiderer had changed out of when she was bathing.

He silently put away the ribbon and prepared to take it away later. As for the other things, he did not move it.

Ouyang Rong's face was calm and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Without squinting, he walked towards the tub.

After a while, water mist filled the house.

…

In the main room.

Zhao Qingxiu sat quietly and waited.

She kept her head tilted slightly and listened to the sound of water coming from the direction of the bathroom.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu stood up, went to tidy up the long cloth bag on the table, and put it away again.

Zhao Qingxiu actually didn't sleep tonight.

It wasn't Tanlang who woke me up.

She was meditating silently when she heard Tan Lang coming back.

Ever since Longcheng treated Ouyang Rong and said goodbye, Zhao Qingxiu's cultivation has been stagnant for a long time.

The half-tortoise-shell longhorned beetle has only regained some of its former speed, and is only slightly stronger than an ordinary Qigong practitioner.

But compared with the previous rapid progress in cultivation, it is still not as good as before.

Today she took a closer look and found that she was still close to the Great Perfection at level 7, but still far away from the threshold of level 6. She needed hard work, but Zhao Qingxiu knew that this kind of hard work would not work for ordinary Qi practitioners.

Maybe it's a dead horse at Wangshan. This is one of the biggest illusions of qigong practitioners. They think they can get it quickly, but they don't say a word as they practice...

It is estimated that all the qi practitioners in the world would never have imagined that a mythical figure, who is generally a virgin, would be blocked by a sixth-grade threshold and stagnated in this small seventh-grade realm.

And this disparity, if it were placed on the proud emperor of an ordinary sect, his mentality would probably collapse.

After all, the difference between the front and back is huge, let alone a sudden drop, at least it is the difference between the top of the mountain and the crumbling mountainside.

But Zhao Qingxiu's little face is always calm. She practices on time every day and is extremely self-disciplined. For ten years, she has been practicing fast. There are fast training methods and slow training methods.

With slowness and compassion, there is no worry at all, just as the master said before, "Xiao Qi is the most well-behaved and sensible."

Perhaps they also saw the young junior sister's quiet, non-complaining, gentle yet strong attitude. The senior sisters in the Queen's Hall who were originally worried about her didn't want to say anything more. They held back and silently looked for a way.

As for the specific reason why she ended up in this situation, Zhao Qingxiu herself didn't know. When she first came back from Longcheng, she was going well, but later on, it became slower and slower.

The senior sister insisted that her body had been broken, and her mysterious state of "quiet as a virgin" had been broken, and her body could no longer remain still.

The second senior sister shook her head and said that it was not her body that was not calm, but her mind that was not calm, and the latter was more fatal.

The latter also said that it was not only her cultivation that was stagnant, but also her heart, which was stuck in place, waiting for someone...

The two senior sisters each held their own opinions, and Zhao Qingxiu didn't know which one of them was right.

Back when Yun Mengze was continuing his cultivation, she only missed him "occasionally".

Just...occasionally.

During this period, Zhao Qingxiu lurked in a quiet courtyard, accompanying Tan Lang, doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of him.

She felt quite calm.
To be continued...