Chapter 168 Wei Lai Embroidery Lady, Sleeping with Tan Lang

For the past two days, the pressure has been quite high for the maids and servants of Meilu Garden.

It’s not because the young county magistrate is hard to serve.

On the contrary, the king of hell is easy to see, but the imp is difficult to deal with.

In fact, this metaphor is not appropriate, the county magistrate is not the king of Hades, and the maid next to him is not a little ghost, but the meaning is so.

Ye Weilai, the maid next to the master, often wanders among the maids and servants in the yard these days.

His eyes looked at them from time to time, floating back and forth.

If it’s just to look at it openly, that’s all. What makes the maids in Meiluyuan a little scared is that they occasionally turn their heads to look casually when they are working, only to find that the big red man next to the master is quietly glancing at them .

It’s like fishing when on duty, and when you turn around, you instantly meet the eyes of the boss who is quietly standing behind you.

How scary how scary.

In particular, Ye Weilai still has the strange appearance of a barbarian, with silver hair and gray-blue eyes.

It’s like the fox girl and ghost girl in Zhiguai novels.

Anyway, being secretly watched by such a silver-haired girl.

All the maids inevitably panicked in their hearts.

I couldn’t help but wonder if they didn’t do their jobs well, or did something wrong…or they were seen to speak ill of her in private.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Ye Weilai puts so much pressure on the maidservants of Meilu Garden.

Who doesn’t know that after Mrs. Zhen and the others left, the owner of the house in Meilu Garden is now the personal servant girl next to the master.

Because all the maidservants in Meiluyuan were wandering around Ouyang Rong, responsible for food, clothing and daily life, so at the moment, Ye Weilai, who is closest to Ouyang Rong and is most familiar and trusted by him, naturally became the head woman in charge of the back house. .

Even if anyone sees them, they have to bow down respectfully and salute and call out “Miss Ye” or “Sister Ye”.

And a few months ago, when the dirty white-haired maid was brought back by Ouyang Rong, the downcast appearance and the disgusting situation of others, in addition to the new maid, many old people who are still in Meilu Garden can still vividly remember her. head.

In just a few months, from naked to silk and satin, from hungry to glamorous…

Among the old maids in Meilu Garden, there are quite a few women who privately spit “humeizi” at Ye Weilai’s back with white hair reaching her waist.

As for why Ye Weilai, a maid who doesn’t conform to Da Zhou’s subjective aesthetics, can be a vixen.

Regarding this seemingly contradictory question, the maids who were generally sour in their mouths either automatically ignored it, or subconsciously spontaneously matched and gave convincing reasons:

Needless to say, this vixen must have some kind of foreign charm that they don’t know about, so he is so favored by the young and ignorant master, and I heard that this vixen I often call the master my master in private, hmph, I’m really not ashamed.

As for the master Ouyang Rong who was bewitched by Hu Meizi, is he a lustful person who is blinded by lust?

If someone asks them this question.

Then these maids subconsciously answered 100% no:

Of course not, the master is a well-known gentleman in the world, a seed of reading, and a county magistrate who is talented in disaster relief and flood control… But it is precisely because of this that he is pure and mellow when it comes to matters between men and women, and is easily bewitched by foxes.

In fact, it’s not entirely to blame the maids for their double standards, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to explain in their hearts why the devilish master didn’t stretch out his “claws” to them…

Therefore, the more they explain to the young county magistrate in their hearts, the more they can feel at ease and confidently spit on the white-haired maid.

So, I can only say that being able to win the favor of the master is the ladder to the sky and the way to the sky for the servant girls.

It’s useless to just do things honestly, otherwise you can see the new dumb cook named Xiu Niang in the back kitchen, except for a little more frequent leave, she is diligent and diligent in her work on weekdays, and even the young master often praises her craftsmanship.

The most important thing is that she looks very iconic, she is the kind of fresh and delicate, cute Xiaojiabiyu type, dumb and with severed fingers, even the maids like them can’t help feeling affectionate and close when they see it, and they can’t hate it .

But what’s the use?The nobleman often forgets things, let alone the master who is busy with business, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, and left the cook behind. He has never seen her summoned by the master…

Well, it’s probably a certain white-haired blue-eyed fox who is acting as a hindrance, jealous of Xiuniang, afraid of being separated and favored.

I remember seeing this foxy girl running to the back kitchen to find the embroiderer, learning her dim sum cooking skills with a fake and modest appearance, but now it seems that she wants to teach her apprentices and starve the master to death…

But in the past two days, it seems that there are some things at home, and the cook named Xiu Niang is absent again.

But she was lucky enough to avoid that “Miss Ye” wandering around like a convulsion for the past two days.

Some maids in Meilu Garden thought to themselves.

Seemingly realizing that her behavior was a little weird, Ye Weilai covered her sleeves and wandered around peeking at the hair of the maids in Meiluyuan. It only lasted for two days, and then everything returned to normal.

It’s as if these things never happened.

The maids of Meiluyuan were relieved, and after this incident, there were fewer complaints and sour words towards Ye Weilai… However, when they saw the embroiderer who seemed to be returning to the back kitchen after finishing the housework, it was inevitable that she would have to ask again. Let’s fight for this honest and dumb cook.

And Ye Weilai, who had regained her former self and seemed to have forgotten her strange long hair, was unaware of the cynicism and sour words directed at her by some maids in Meilu Garden.

He also didn’t know that she would be beaten up when she often praised the embroiderer’s craftsmanship in front of Ouyang Rong who was eating.

But even if she knew, she would probably keep her mouth shut.

Ye Weilai doesn’t really care if the maids in the Meilu Garden are convinced after oral administration, well, as long as they can maintain a friendly and polite face on weekdays.

In other words, what does she want their hearts for?Just be honest and obedient to her.

In Ye Weilai’s eyes, she only cared about a certain person’s heart from the beginning to the end.

I only want to win a heart.

As for the others, just let it be a flood, don’t get in the way of the master and her…

So at this moment, Ye Weilai was kneeling on the bed obediently and quietly, with her little butt raised, her back facing the master who was reading at night at the desk, and her hands were busy making the sheets and spreading the quilt.

Outside the window is the night like ink.

Not long after, Ouyang Rong put down his book, extinguished the lamp on the desk, and walked to the bed in the back room.

“Master is going to sleep?”

“Ah.”

Ouyang Rong raised his clothes and nodded.

“Master, wait a minute, it’s almost ready.”

Ye Weilai knelt down on the bed, still busy with her back turned, but her hands seemed to speed up a bit.

Ouyang Rong, who was yawning, couldn’t help but look at the pink buttocks of the girl who made the bed slightly pouted towards the outside of the bed.

Ye Weilai is wearing a moon-white nightdress today, but she doesn’t know whether it’s because the girl’s body is developing too fast, or the fabric around the skirt is too tight, and the tailor cut corners.

When she was making the bed with her back, her pink buttocks were outlined in a round and inverted heart-shaped arc by the tight and elastic fabric.

It’s not too big, but the buttocks are excellent.

And quite warped.

And the most important thing is the tight and elastic youthful vitality under the skirt.

This is what attracts men the most.

Only after experiencing it will you know.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it, feeling that this girl did it on purpose.

Itchy skin again.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, shaking off the scene of a certain memory after the execution of the family law that just appeared in his mind.

It was a snow-white thing with two petals, but it seemed to have been ravaged, and the snow-white was covered with a faint pink halo.

Ouyang Rong moved his eyes away.

After tidying up the quilt, Ye Weilai buried her head in the quilt and seemed to sniff it, then looked back and said with a smile:

“The bedding is freshly dried today, and it still smells like sunshine.”

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, then turned around and said, “This may be the smell of sun-dried mites.”

“…” Ye Weilai.

Although I don’t know what the mites are, but the owner’s straight man was disappointed, so she caught them.

As expected of the master.

“Master.” Ye Weilai said suddenly.

“Ok?”

Ye Weilai looked at him for a while, smiled, and got into the bed first: “It’s time to sleep.”

Ouyang Rong was speechless, closed the window and went to bed, but just as he got over the petite body of Ye Weilai who was sleeping on the outside of the bed, and entered the bed near the inner bed, his arm suddenly held something hard and cold.

After entering the bed, Ouyang Rong asked curiously:
“what is this?”

Without saying a word, Ye Weilai took out a white sandalwood target knife from the warm bulging blanket beside her.

Put it in front of Ouyang Rong.

“…” Ouyang Rong subconsciously leaned back.

He was full of black lines: “Why are you taking this thing to bed? You want to stab me?”

Ye Weilai shook her head, blinked and said, “It’s not the slave, but the master.”

Ouyang Rong was angry, and immediately said: “Then I stab you?”

Ye Weilai seemed to have thought of something, her little face blushed, although she knew that the master’s words were careless.

Ye Weilai reminded in a low voice: “Of course it’s for body protection. Has the master forgotten what Miss Xie said earlier?”

Ouyang Rong frowned:
“If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have told you about the skirt knife, and you touched it again. If my junior sister knew that you were messing with her knife, she would eat you raw.”

Ye Weilai shook her head, and stuffed the skirt knife into Ouyang Rong’s arms:
“It’s okay, but Miss Xie couldn’t feel it when I touched the skirt knife. The slave brought it up for the master. Didn’t Miss Xie say before that the master should carry the skirt knife and be inseparable, so you can’t relax when you sleep.”

Ouyang Rong was left speechless, grabbed the knife, supported himself up, and looked outside at the dark house with the flames out.

“Okay, okay, master go to sleep.”

The white-haired maid squeezed his thick and long arms with her chest, shook her head, and acted cutely.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, but did not run out of bed to put the knife in the cold wind.

Instead, he placed the white sandalwood target knife on the sheet between him and Ye Weilai, lay down, and fell asleep.

But I didn’t see the smile of the white-haired maid under the blanket next to her shrink.

She touched the bulging bedding somewhere beside her with her small hand, and then touched the skirt knife between her and the master’s body.

Then, like Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai also closed her eyes.

The room gradually fell silent.

Needle drop is audible.

There were only two regular breathing sounds belonging to a young man and a young girl.

The former is a bit of a slight snore.

The night was getting darker.

I don’t know how long it took.

In front of the courtyard gate of Meilin Courtyard, a slender black shadow appeared at some unknown time.

This black shadow is extremely quiet, as if it has merged with this darkness.

If you don’t take a closer look, you can’t find any clues from a distance.

Xiu Niang silently stared at the closed courtyard door in front of her.

One hand stretched out, and four fingers were lightly pressed against the wooden door.

There was no push on the wooden door.

She seemed to be feeling the rough touch of the planks.

At a certain moment, the embroidered lady raised her hand again, and lightly brushed the hair on her temples that had slipped by her ears.

He turned his head and silently glanced towards the southeast.

That is the Su Mansion.

The dumb girl named Xiu Niang, with eyes as clear as the water of a stream, seemed to be able to see through the shadows of trees and the dark night wind, she could see the beautiful figure watching on the roof of a certain women’s boudoir in Su’s mansion.

Under the moon, there was a Confucian lady of the seventh grade who was holding her chin in a daze, and she didn’t know what she was thinking. Her eyes often turned to Tan Lang’s courtyard.

That’s right, Xiu Niang has always known.

That Tan Lang’s junior sister was caring for and protecting him.

But this Miss Xie has never discovered her existence.

Xiu Niang’s face was calm, and she didn’t blame this Miss Xie much, because she knew how special she was.

Ever since she was brought into that sect, both the teacher and the senior sisters have been nagging and telling her that she is special.

The embroidered lady was very quiet.

Quiet as a virgin.

So is her sword.

Brake statically.

Of course, “quiet” wins.

Besides stubborn stones and dead things, is there any creature in this world that is quieter than a virgin?
Therefore, as long as Xiu Niang does not violently mobilize her spiritual energy, there will be very few people who can “discover” her under such circumstances, unless the qi refining technique is special, or her cultivation has reached the realm of perfection.

Last time in Beitianji Nursing Home, she sat silently behind the familiar swordsman with a broken arm.

In addition to “asking for leave” before, I often followed Tan Lang and Miss Xie all day long, and it was the same.

Miss Xie never noticed it.

In front of the courtyard gate, Xiu Niang silently withdrew her gaze.

Under her feet, the pair of embroidered shoes that often appeared in front of Ouyang Rong’s bed late at night moved lightly.

The slender figure disappeared in front of the door.

In the courtyard, accompanied by a light sound that could be ignored, the door of the main house in the courtyard opened and closed without wind.

But in the house, there seemed to be something more.

After a while, somewhere in the shadow of the curtain in the room, there was a spark-like light that suddenly lit up, as if something was being ignited.

The air in the room seemed to be a little hazy, and a faint scent of sandalwood began to permeate gradually.

The dumb girl stared blankly at the direction of the bed in the back room with her eyes like lacquer spots.
She shouldn’t come.

But couldn’t help it.

After a while, the house seemed to be overflowing with sandalwood.

In the ears, the two familiar breathing sounds seemed to be a little deeper.

Xiu Niang still didn’t move, she stood still, seemed to be listening, but also seemed to be in a daze.

In fact, this sandalwood is not a drug, but a good thing, which is good for him, but… a little drowsy.

Immediately, Xiu Niang seemed to come back to her senses, exhaled lightly, and walked towards his sleeping bed uncontrollably.

And at this moment, in a certain bed, there is a white-haired maid who sleeps very peacefully.

Knife in small hands.

Damn, why do I write this kind of plot with all my energy?something is wrong with me…

(End of this chapter)