Chapter 169
There is very little moonlight tonight.

Sandalwood filled the room.

A dumb woman slowly walked out from the shadow of the curtain in the front hall.

She turned her head and glanced at the wooden frame beside Ouyang Rong’s bed.

The wooden frame was within reach beside the bed, and a long sword was hanging on it.

It was quite familiar, as if it was the saber of the one-armed swordsman from Chang’an that day.

Xiu Niang silently turned her eyes to the dark bed in the back room.

The two hands beside her quietly pinched the hem of the clothes at hand, and they were wiping them.

A few days ago, Madam Zhen hadn’t left yet, she heard Ye Weilai, who came to learn cooking skills, mentioned that Tan Lang seemed to be a little angry in the past few days, and his mouth and face even smelled of dogwood when he got up early.

Only then did Xiu Niang realize that it was her negligence.

Because she often soaks in the kitchen and uses cornel to make spicy dishes, she has a strong smell of cornel on her hands, but she doesn’t realize it.

As a result, in those few nights, he often came to visit Tan Lang quietly in the small courtyard of Meilin, and when he couldn’t help stroking his sleeping face with his palm, he left the spicy smell of dogwood on his face.

The moonlight leaking from the window just happened to shine on Xiu Niang’s delicate side face, and also caught the look of apology on her side face.

She lowered her head, raised her hand, and lightly sniffed the onion finger of her right hand, as if confirming something, she continued to walk forward and came to Ouyang Rong’s bedside.

In the bed, Ouyang Rong was lying on his back, with his hands raised, palms overlapping, pillowed behind his head.

Ye Weilai also seemed to be lying on her back, with her whole body tucked into the quilt, even the small head on the embroidered pillow was mostly covered by the embroidered quilt, only a pair of closed eyes were exposed, and her breathing and exhalation were all exposed from the gap in the quilt.

Looking at the silver-haired and blue-eyed personal servant girl next to Tan Lang.

There was a complicated and incomprehensible color in the embroidered mother’s eyes.

There is consolation, envy, sorrow, and sorrow.

Aside from some things, Xiu Niang actually has a good impression of Ye Weilai.

Among the grumpy maids and servants in Meilu Garden, the embroidered lady has naturally heard some of the recent rumors about Ye Weilai.

However, she didn’t care about these.

She only wanted to see what Ye Weilai did, whether it was good for Tan Lang wholeheartedly, whether it would cause trouble for Tan Lang…

These are enough.

Words are just false.

Behavior is confession.

This is the case with Xiuniang.

This is also the truth that she realized very early.

Because she can’t speak.

Can only act silently.

But the more innocent, the more pure.

The way of swordsmanship is like this, and so is the way of love.

Xiu Niang is dumb, but not wood.

Who can be ruthless?

Sometimes there will be something stuck in her heart, and she opens her mouth to say “ah”, unable to vent.

Xiu Niang then told herself, what is she going to do, what is she going to do, no matter what it is, at least she can’t do nothing.

So Xiuniang came, even if she couldn’t recognize him at all.

As one senior sister once said to her:
“…Little Junior Sister, instead of standing on a cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover all night.”

Xiu Niang has many senior sisters.

Some are harsh, some are cold, and some are warm.

But they treat her like family.

However, sometimes, the word family also means the bondage of responsibility.

Xiu Niang does not complain about fate.

Already content.

In particular, there is still a chance to meet him…

The embroidered lady’s downcast eyes moved away from Ye Weilai’s face and looked at Ouyang Rong’s sleeping face.

A few days ago, Ye Weilai followed Mrs. Zhen, and before returning halfway, it was a very happy time for her.

Except for the emotional ups and downs on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, in the next few days, Tan Lang went out early and returned early, ate her meals regularly, and went to bed early. At night, she lit the drowsy sandalwood, went to bed again, curled up, Burying his head in his arms, the fragrance fell asleep.

Although occasionally when he wakes up near dawn, there will be tears falling from his sleep for some reason, which will wet the fabric of his chest.

But this kind of ordinary life like a two-person world made Xiu Niang a little addicted.

Just like a real couple.

It’s a pity that Tan Lang’s personal servant girl is back, and Tan Lang seems to like her quite a bit.

Moreover, when Xiu Niang just entered the room, she also saw the embroidery stool that the woman beside Tan Lang’s desk was sitting on, and there were some green handwriting imitating calligraphy on the table.

Tan Lang also seems to be teaching her to write.

In front of the bed, the eyes of the dumb girl who was silently raising the curtain and staring at the inside of the bed suddenly dimmed.

“what……”

There was an extremely soft female voice, resounding in the darkness in front of the bed in the inner room.

It’s a pity that she is so cowardly and lowly that she can’t even disturb a nightingale.

The embroiderer was silent.

The pads of four fingers were slowly stroking Ouyang Rong’s sleeping face.

Like a breeze, it brushed over the curve of his face with sharp water chestnut angles, and then brushed over his eyes, nose, lips and chin.

Obviously, she shouldn’t have such emotions now.

She is not qualified or has no identity to be able to generate such emotions.

Just like when the ribbon-cutting ceremony followed all the way to Donglin Temple that day, and saw Tan Lang and that noble daughter of the Xie family walk into the marriage hall together.

But why is it that my heart is like a lake reflecting the flowing clouds, flickering bright and dark, sometimes depressed and uncomfortable, and sometimes joyful?

The embroidered lady stood quietly in front of the bed, gently touching Ouyang Rong’s face for a while.

His fingers clearly felt the temperature conveyed by his skin.

It seems to be a lot of peace of mind.

At a certain moment, Xiu Niang turned her head in silence, looking at Ye Weilai who was breathing equally regularly and sleeping peacefully.

In the darkness, her eyes, which were as clear as streams of water, could not help showing some envy.

Time passed little by little.

He stood in front of the bed and waited for a while.

Xiu Niang bent down, stepped over Ye Weilai who was on the outside of the bed, and adjusted the corner of the quilt for Ouyang Rong.

She turned away from the bed and walked to the door.

The house was still silent.

The dumb girl’s footsteps were also as light as a feather, without making a sound.

But when Xiu Niang walked halfway, her back suddenly stopped.

She turned her back to the quiet bed and remained motionless.

In the ear, the sound of two sleeping breathing is still very regular.

Xiu Niang suddenly turned around and walked back to the bed in the darkness.

Her eyes did not look at Tan Lang.

Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the white-haired girl sleeping on the outside of the bed.

The embroidered lady frowned slightly.

I remember that every time I came here in the middle of the night in the past, the white-haired maid would sleep on her side with her arms tightly hugging Tan Lang’s arm, and she also liked to drool and wipe the clothes on Tan Lang’s arm.

Xiu Niang walked to the bed and stared at Ye Weilai who was lying on her back and closed her eyes for a while.

Ye Weilai’s mouth and nose were covered by the quilt, only her closed eyes and white hair bangs on her forehead could be seen.

The embroiderer looked at it for a while.

“Master…Master…don’t go…don’t leave slave…”

Not long after, the white-haired maid whispered between her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyeballs rolled under her eyelids, as if she was having a strange dream.

The white-haired servant girl turned sideways slightly, with her back to Xiu Niang, and hugged Ouyang Rong’s arm.

It’s the standard saliva-wiping gesture again.

After silently looking at the pair of master and servant on the bed for a while, Xiu Niang withdrew her gaze, turned and left the bed.

Not long after, in the direction of the door, there was a slight “click” sound of opening, and then there was another “squeak”, as if it was closed again.

Silence returned to the house.

Only a touch of sandalwood lingers around the bed.

Another unknown time passed.

The air in the room was still silent.

Like no one has ever been there.

There were only two regular breathing sounds of a young man and a young girl in the bed.

until……

“Huh~ It’s dangerous…It’s dangerous.”

There was an indiscernible sound of relief that was suppressed hard by the bed.

I saw that Ye Weilai, who was holding Ouyang Rong’s arm sideways, with her back to the door, had opened her eyes.

Ye Weilai poked her nose and mouth out from under the quilt.

Just like a blue whale poking its head out of the sea just after returning from the deep sea, it took a big breath.

However, while she was taking a breath, she was still trying to suppress the frequency, as if she was afraid of disturbing an existence that had been far away.

And if you look closely at this moment, you can clearly see the luster of water stains on the girl’s pink lips, Qiong nose, etc., which are a little wet.

The field of view moves down again.

I saw a small hand holding a stack of crumpled wet towels under the quilt.

Sure enough!

Ye Weilai frowned, her nose moved slightly, and she took a few breaths of the sandalwood in the air, and when she recovered, she quickly covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel.

Intuition is right!
In the darkness, Ye Weilai covered her mouth with a wet towel, sat up, and opened her blue eyes wide. She couldn’t help turning her head to look in the direction of the door that had already left, screaming in her heart.

In fact, Ye Weilai has already discovered something is wrong, every day she sleeps with her master, and after waking up, she always finds something a little strange, and she didn’t think it was a big deal once or twice in the past.

But ever since she returned from other places and came back from a surprise attack in the middle of the night, it was very obvious that there were signs of outsiders coming.

It should be the owner of that strange long hair.

There is also the faint remnant of sandalwood in the air that I smelled before.

In the past few days, the more Ye Weilai thought about it, the more she felt that it was most likely a kind of scent that made people drowsy.

So tonight she specially prepared wet towels and other things, put them under the quilt to cover her mouth and nose, and stayed up late at night.

In the end, just when Ye Weilai’s eyelids were about to fight, she finally waited for the strange sandalwood and the strange visitor.

At this moment, looking outside at the quietly closed door, Ye Weilai let out a long sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from her white forehead with the back of her small hand.

The black shadow in front of the bed just stared at her for a long time, almost seeing through her.

At that moment, Ye Weilai felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she almost couldn’t hold back her secrets, so she opened her eyes.

Fortunately, at that time, she had an idea and used the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and finally got confused…

On the bed in the darkness, under the crumpled nightgown of the white-haired servant girl, the violently heaving, spring-like small breasts are gradually calming down.

Her little hand under the quilt reached for the sheet beside her, and touched something cold.

The skirt knife of the little lady Xie.

Ye Weilai felt relieved, turned her head, and looked at the young man who was still sleeping in the bed next to her.

There was some hesitation on the girl’s face.

He seemed to be thinking about what to do next.

The reason why she chose to verify it by herself after she had doubts before was that she didn’t tell the master immediately.

It was because Ye Weilai did not expect that the truth was even more outrageous than she imagined.

To be honest, Ye Weilai thought…it might be that the master was having a tryst with a special woman in the middle of the night or something. The woman has a special status, so it’s inconvenient to let her know, or in other words, the master and the others have some special hobbies and tastes. Used it on her.

So, if it is really the master’s secret, what can she do as a personal maid?
Naturally, it’s inconvenient to take the initiative to break through, just pretend to be stupid, but it’s just a little bit of disappointment that the owner doesn’t take her to play, and a cat-like curiosity that can’t be restrained.

But now it seems that she was wrong, and the master was also kept in the dark.

It’s just what is this late-night visitor doing.

Sent by the master’s enemies?

But the Liu family is about to go bankrupt, and the master Liu is dead, so where is the opponent?
Besides, looking at it this way, the late-night visitor didn’t seem to want to hurt them.

Otherwise, there were so many opportunities before, why not make a move?

Who the hell is it? I wish I had known who it was just now…

Ye Weilai, who covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel, took another deep breath, her bangs drooping on her forehead, she thought for a while, and the hesitation on her face gradually disappeared.

Ye Weilai stretched out her hand, towards the sleeping Ouyang Rong. At this moment, she seemed to have a heart, she turned her head suddenly, and immediately met with a complicated gaze.

Ye Weilai’s expression seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue.

“ah!”

She widened her eyes, and saw a woman standing quietly in front of the bed, only three meters away, staring at her.

It went back and forth.

Ye Weilai’s eyes widened, she jumped up, immediately grabbed the left hand of the sleeping young man beside her, and stuffed the handle of the skirt knife into his warm palm.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand from the wooden frame in front of the bed, and pulled out a long silver sword.

The sword trembled with a sound of “Zheng”.

“Who are you, don’t hurt my master!”

On the bed, Ye Weilai half-kneeled up, holding the hilt of the sword with her two small hands.

Her petite body stood in front of Ouyang Rong, refusing to give an inch, and the moonlight long sword in her hand pointed directly at a slender black shadow in front of her.

The atmosphere inside and outside the bed seemed tense.

“what……”

The slender black figure seemed to have opened its mouth, wanting to say something, but it only uttered a single syllable.

How come it sounds familiar.

Ye Weilai, who was holding the sword with raised eyebrows, frowned even more, but at the same time, she didn’t delay for a moment. She quietly pulled out a hand and reached out, grabbing Ouyang Rong’s arm in the bed and shaking it.

But at this moment, the slender black figure in front of him took the initiative to take a step back.

“Ah woo… woo…”

The white-haired girl saw that the slender black figure in front of her was waving her hands vigorously towards her, not so much trying to stop her, but more like pleading.

Ye Weilai’s face was slightly startled, and at this moment, her eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and the position where this slender black shadow retreated was in the moonlight leaking through the window.

Dappled moonlight hit her.

Ye Weilai immediately saw clearly the pleading face of this late-night visitor.

She froze for a moment, and stopped shaking Ouyang Rong’s arm.

“Xiu…Xiu Niang?”

In the dark room, the atmosphere was silent.

The dumb girl bathed in the moonlight and the white-haired maid who was confronting each other with a sword both remained motionless and looked at each other silently.

On the bed, the young man whose arm was shaken not long ago seemed to be muttering, turned over and continued to sleep.

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Good brothers, Junzi’s full order skirt has been built, and there is a link below to jump~

(End of this chapter)