In fact, Wei Lai doesn't always sleep like a lazy pig every morning.
Even later than him.
The little girl still gets up early sometimes.
Such as this morning.
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and closed them again.
His hand reached out and touched the empty quilt on the left side, and his palm felt the embroidered bedsheet still retaining the girl's warmth.
He turned over, opened the bed curtain, and looked out at the half-closed window next to the bed.
The room was still a little dark, darker than the scenery in the yard outside the window.
It rained in the middle of the night last night, sometimes continuously, sometimes quickly, sometimes intensely, and it didn't stop until late in the night.
Don't ask Ouyang Rong why he knows so clearly.
Feeling a bit tired.
Before dawn, the sky after the rain was as dark as being covered with a layer of indigo-colored curtain.
The moon setting in the west is still vaguely visible, but the morning sun may be rising in the east, but it is not clear from this angle.
I don’t know if it’s because he didn’t get up like Ouyang Rong, or it’s because of the angle.
"This stupid girl, what are you doing again?"
Ouyang Rong muttered, stretched out in the quilt, then covered his face with the quilt in a loose manner, and lay flat with his eyes closed, not wanting to move.
It's not that I was too tired from last night's work, but it's just that I got up a little early now.
I don't know what to do when I get up now. I ran to the county office too early. My junior sister and others haven't arrived yet.
Yesterday, he went to inspect the completed first phase of the Broken Wing Canal. The two days before the ribbon-cutting ceremony were calm and things suddenly became relaxed. This made Ouyang Rong, who had been struggling so hard before, a little uncomfortable.
If Ouyang Rong didn't know roughly what the Liu family was going to do at the ribbon-cutting ceremony, as well as the arrangements he had prepared, and Ah Shan and Liu Lang would report to them on a daily basis, otherwise Ouyang Rong would have been in a daze thinking that Longcheng County would really be peaceful like this. .
It's just the calm before the storm.
Ouyang Rong told himself this to explain the underlying uneasiness in his heart.
And when you are free, you will naturally transfer your abundant energy to another place.
So in the middle of his sleep last night, Wei Lai, who he had unintentionally ignored for many nights, pestered him for a while. Ouyang Rong had to turn around, look at the little girl who eagerly hugged him and looked up to him, and told a righteous story about the saints. reason.
It's a pity that the white-haired maid doesn't listen to the sages' principles, and only wants another great principle that belongs to her master.
She was more interested in the master's irrepressible righteousness. Finally, her little face was covered with a holy white light, bathed in the afterglow of Haoran's righteousness, and tasted the true truth.
Quiet back room, on the bed.
Ouyang Rong silently sniffed the virgin body fragrance on the quilt with the tip of his nose, which belonged to the girl who had not yet left the pavilion.
When I thought about how he was forced to bow his head under the strong obsession of the white-haired maid last night, he also imparted a wave of knowledge on water control in Butterfly Creek, and used a method similar to the first phase of Broken Wing Canal to completely cure the problem in another Butterfly Creek. Flood.
A look of helplessness slowly appeared on Ouyang Rong's face.
I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a long sigh:
"If you let your righteousness slip, you will be punished again."
It's a pity that no one testified about this secret determination. It was just like the whispers of many previous owners of the bed he was currently sitting on, which he had overheard and evaporated into smoke...
Seeing that it was getting brighter outside, Ouyang Rong lifted the quilt from his face and stood up to get up.
He was woken up by Wei Lai in the morning.
The little girl didn't know what she was going to do. She was so determined today to break away from his warm embrace and get up early to go out.
Ouyang Rong propped up half of his body with his arms, moved out of bed, and sat on the edge of the couch. His left hand suddenly touched something under the quilt.
This thing is soft and gentle.
He picked it up and felt it was a thin piece of fabric.
Hold it close to your eyes and take a closer look.
Ouyang Rong's head is covered with black lines.
Why is this little girl throwing her bellyband everywhere?
Silently, his fingertips felt some moisture besides the soft touch on the fabric of his bellyband, and he coughed, put it down and put it away.
Ben was going to stuff it under the pillow.
But at this moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of this small diamond-shaped bellyband.
At this moment, the skylight in the yard outside the house was already brighter, and it was possible to see roughly things inside the house.
The diamond-shaped apron is pink in color, with a semi-circular collar at the top and rounded corners at the bottom.
The workmanship was meticulous, but the patterns embroidered on it made Ouyang Rong more and more curious as he looked at it.
Ouyang Rong had a strange look on his face and muttered:
"Why did you embroider a black native dog? And there's a doll riding on the dog? Is this a custom in Wei Lai's hometown?"
At this time, there was a "squeak" outside the door, and the sound of door openings and footsteps came one after another.
Ouyang Rong turned around subconsciously.
Wei Lai walked into the room with a cup of copper water in her hand. She froze on the spot and looked at him, her face turned red.
You must have seen something strange as he was holding his bellyband and taking a closer look.
"Well, I'm not..."
Ouyang Rong put down his pink bellyband and opened his mouth to explain, but before the words came out, Wei Lai had already buried her red face and stepped forward carefully. The copper basin was placed on the wooden frame beside the bed.
She wiped her little hands on the towel hanging on the shelf, quickly glanced at Ouyang Rong, and whispered:
"Dirty, Master, don't use this."
After saying that, Wei Lai took the pink bellyband from Ouyang Rong and threw it into the clothes basket aside.
"Use...use a new one, warmer."
His voice was as thin as a mosquito's fly, and his tone was shy, infatuated, and happy.
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
Wei Lai turned her back to him, regardless of the cold morning, she pulled her hand to untie her belt, shrank her shoulders and took off her skirt. She raised her hands, met them at the back of her neck, and untied the rope of the bellyband ribbon on her back. Knot.
The one on her body is a pink and white bellyband embroidered with green lotus.
Apparently, it was originally intended to be used by Ouyang Rong in this new warm suit.
Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitched, and he jumped down from the bed, moving like a rabbit, and came behind the thin and smooth white-haired maid with a back as white as snow. He grabbed the skirt and put it on for her.
Don't forget to give her a chestnut on her little head with double sideburns.
"What are you thinking about? Put it on so you don't catch a cold."
Ouyang Rong taught him a lesson with a straight face.
Wei Lai covered her forehead, couldn't help turning around, and hugged the slender and warm body of her master, who was almost two heads taller than her.
She raised her face and saw that her master was not angry. She suddenly stood up on her tiptoes and pecked his slightly bearded chin. Well, she couldn't reach his mouth.
Ouyang Rong pressed Wei Lai's white-haired head down and pretended to be disgusted:
"You haven't cleaned your mouth yet. Isn't it dirty? Go and help me get a coat. Where can I put the willow sticks? I'll wipe my teeth and wash my face..."
Wei Lai quickly ran over to prepare him for washing.
After a while, Ouyang Rong finished washing and wiping his face, and couldn't help but curiously asked:
"Weila, why do you have a native dog and a baby embroidered on your clothes?"
The white-haired maid, who was kneeling on the bed and adjusting the bedding, stiffened.
Ouyang Rong was stunned when he saw this: "What's wrong? What did I say wrong?"
Wei Lai turned around, grimaced, and said with a flat mouth:
"It's not a local dog, that...that's the unicorn embroidered by Nu'er. It's a picture of a unicorn sending off a child. I imitated the embroidery of my sisters. It was embroidered by Nu'er stitch by stitch."
"..."
Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.
He couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at the crumpled pink fabric in the clothes basket not far away.
Little Qilin looks quite unique.
Ouyang Rong thought.
At this time, I saw the white-haired maid beside the bed, her face was about to cry, and she unconsciously picked up the corners of her clothes with her hands.
Ouyang Rong remained calm and said immediately:
"Of course I know it's Qilin who's sending me the baby, just to tease you. I'm trying to fool you. You're so stupid."
After a pause, he sighed:
"You, don't move your head and think about it, Master, I am so powerful, how can I not recognize Qilin?
"Well, there's a big one painted on the mural in the county government lobby. I see it when I pass by it every day, and I recognize it when it turns to ashes."
Ouyang Rong's words were so precise that all he had to do was slap his chest with both hands and swear to God.
Well, I know it when it turns into ashes, but it's hard to tell when it turns into a dog.
Wei Lai's little face was suddenly startled, she tilted her head slightly and said crisply: "Really?"
Ouyang Rong blinked and said, "Can it be fake? Isn't this Qilin used to send children to pray for more children and more blessings? No one should understand."
Immediately he saw the originally cute and wrinkled little face of a white-haired maid lying on the bed looking back, and suddenly she beamed with joy.
“The master is so kind~”
She turned her head, humming a tune again, with a happy face, and continued to make the bed and fold the quilt.
Although the little girl is smart and alert, she is easy to coax, of course, only for Ouyang Rong.
Wei Lai's sleeves were rolled up to half of her arms. Before making the bed and folding the quilt, she changed the bedding and quietly cleaned up some traces left last night.
Wei Lai's body was still a little weak, and after a while, her two pink lips opened slightly, and she began to pant.
She was a little tired from all the hard work, and she didn't know if it was because she hadn't completely recovered from what happened last night. Even Ouyang Rong, who was not far away, could hear the girl's delicate breathing.
But the girl didn't complain at all.
Ouyang Rong turned around and tried to help, but Wei Lai pushed him away softly and forcefully, and she even said coquettishly, "Master doesn't want it."
In fact, she can leave these chores to the menial maids outside after her master leaves.
But Wei Lai was not willing to let her go. She didn't want any other maids to step into this plum forest courtyard if it was not necessary.
This is her cozy little home with her owner.
The little girl is like a lioness, very territorial.
Because the master's life is not all about her, but her life is all about the master.
Of course, Wei Lai is also self-aware of certain things and fates.
But at least, in this "little cage", a certain white-haired maid secretly has a very bold and unrestrained idea of temporarily monopolizing her master.
Seeing the little girl's happy and joyful back, Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, the smile on his face gradually faded away.
It seems that something came to mind from "Qilin sending a child".
Ouyang Rong fell silent.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong finished washing and dressing up, and Wei Lai also finished tidying up the house. Ouyang Rong took her out and went to the front hall to have breakfast.
After walking on the corridor for a while, Ouyang Rongtou didn't reply:
"Weila, that picture of Qilin giving birth to a child...who asked you to embroider it?"
As he finished speaking, he noticed that the girl behind him became quiet for a moment.
After a while, Wei Lai's subtle voice came:
"It's the eldest lady. The eldest lady said that this embroidery is auspicious... Does the master not like it? Or... does he pity the slave in this matter?"
Ouyang Rong didn't respond, rolled up his sleeves with his hands, and walked forward silently.
He actually reacted to something.
Some things must be planned in advance, and there can be no hesitation and procrastination.
Besides, it seems that the time is quite right for him to propose now...
Behind, the white-haired maid stared at her master's quiet back, with a look of confusion and expectation on her face.
In the Zhou Dynasty, it was not uncommon for a personal maid or a bed-warming concubine to give birth to a son for the male master.
Even if a noble lady, or even a noblewoman of the fifth surname, or a princess of the royal family is being married by a matchmaker, before the marriage is consummated, the maidservant may be asked to have a trial marriage and sleep with her husband... The culture of the Qianzhou Dynasty was quite open.
However, Wei Lai and Zhen didn't know Ouyang Rong's true thoughts.
A quarter of an hour later.
The breakfast hall of Meiluyuan.
As usual, Ouyang Rong and his aunt Zhen were sitting around the small round table eating.
Wei Lai, Ban Xi and other maids were waiting beside him, waiting at any time.
Mrs. Zhen was wearing a green shirt and red skirt today, with a white silk scarf on her shoulders, and her hair was covered with pearls. Her eyes turned to her beloved nephew who was calmly sipping porridge:
"Talang, how do you like this almond porridge?"
Ouyang Rong didn't raise his eyelids, staring at the tablecloth, as if he was thinking:
"New cook?"
"no."
The corners of Zhen's mouth, dotted with a light mole, turned up and she asked:
"How come Tanlang doesn't even know about the porridge cooked by the maid in his own room? He's been too busy these days?"
"Weila boiled it? Do you have this skill?"
Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised and looked at the white-haired maid beside him who was silently stirring the honey candy cake for him.
Mrs. Zhen smiled and said:
"The cook seems to have something to do at home. She has asked for leave for the past two days. This girl Wei Lai learned a lot of skills from the cook in the back kitchen. She kept silent. I only found out about this recently."
She glanced at Wei Lai, who was serving Tan Lang honestly and attentively, with some approval in her eyes.
"Almond porridge, mung bean cake, and a few spicy dishes that Tanlang likes to eat. Girl Wei Lai made them well. Tanlang doesn't seem to notice any difference in the taste."
Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.
Auntie rarely praised Verier, saying that he couldn't even make an assist even if he tried to pick any bones in his eggs.
Mrs. Zhen wiped her mouth with her handkerchief and said slowly:
"Weila, this personal maid, does a good job and can take good care of Tanlang."
After saying that, she glanced at Wei Lai's long silver hair and frowned unnoticeably, but in the end she didn't show that kind of disgust.
Beside the table, other maids such as Ban Xi looked sideways at Wei La.
The expressions of the maids were a little complicated.
The white-haired maid's expression remained calm, until she noticed her master's gaze, and her gray-blue eyes trembled shyly.
Ouyang Rong put down the porridge bowl and looked at Wei La.
I felt a little sighing for a while.
Now it seems.
This personal maid, who was exchanged for five buckets of rice, actually did not need his escort.
She is so smart, eager to learn, and adaptable that she can even handle Zhen, who is always mean and serious to her maids.
He still had too much to worry about.
However, Ouyang Rong also felt a little regretful in his heart. It would have been better if Wei Lai had been a man.
If he wants to leave in the future, he can give her some bright future, such as asking the junior sister to take her to Bailudong Academy to become a disciple, or asking Ouyang to support her in studying.
But Wei Lai was born as a girl, and now that she had become Ouyang Rong's personal maid, he could only continue to arrange the path he had always envisioned.
The young magistrate sighed inwardly.
There was something he could no longer wait for, and he decided to talk to Zhen today.
