There is quite little moonlight tonight.
Sandalwood scent filled the house.
A mute woman slowly walked out from the shadow of the curtain in the front hall.
She turned her head and glanced at the wooden frame next to Ouyang Rong's bed.
The wooden frame was within easy reach beside the bed, and a long sword was hanging on it.
It looked quite familiar, as if it was the sword of the one-armed swordsman from Chang'an.
The embroiderer silently returned her gaze to the dark bed in the back room.
The two hands at her side quietly picked up the hem of the clothes at hand and were wiping them.
A few days ago, before Mrs. Zhen left, she heard Ye Weilai, who came to the kitchen to learn skills, mentioned that Tan Lang seemed to be a little angry in the past few days, and there was even a dogwood smell in his mouth and face when he woke up in the morning.
Only then did the embroiderer realize that she was negligent.
Because she often used dogwood to make spicy dishes in the kitchen, her hands had a strong smell of dogwood, but she didn't notice it.
As a result, during those few nights, he often came quietly to the Meilin Courtyard to visit Tanlang. When he could not help but caress his sleeping face, the spicy smell of dogwood remained on his face.
The moonlight leaking from the window crack happened to shine on the embroiderer's delicate side face, and also the apologetic look on her side face.
She lowered her head, raised her hand, and sniffed the green fingers of her right hand, as if to confirm something, before continuing to walk forward and arriving at Ouyang Rong's bedside.
In the bed, Ouyang Rong was lying on his back, with his hands raised, palms folded, and pillowed behind his head.
Ye Weilai also seemed to be lying on her back, with her whole body retracted into the quilt. Even her little head on the embroidered pillow was mostly covered by the quilt, only a pair of closed eyes were exposed, and her breathing and exhalation were exposed through the gaps in the quilt.
Looking at the silver-haired and blue-eyed personal maid next to Tan Lang.
The embroiderer's eyes revealed a complex and incomprehensible color.
There is comfort, envy, sadness, and sadness.
Putting some things aside, Xiu Niang actually has a good impression of Ye Weila.
Among the gossipy maids and servants in Meiluyuan, Xiu Niang has naturally heard of some of the recent rumors about Ye Weilai.
But she didn't care about that.
She only looked at what Ye Weilai had done, whether he was wholeheartedly good to Tan Lang, and whether he would cause trouble to Tan Lang...
These are enough.
Words are just lies.
Behavior is the confession.
Such is the case with Xiu Niang.
This is something she realized very early on.
Because she couldn't speak.
You can only act silently.
But the more innocent you are, the more pure you are.
The same is true for the way of swordsmanship, and the same is true for the way of love.
The embroiderer is mute, but not wooden.
Who can be heartless?
Sometimes there would be something stuck in her heart, and she would open her mouth and say "Ah", unable to vent it.
The embroiderer told herself that she wanted to do something, to do something, no matter what it was, at least she couldn't do nothing.
So Xiu Niang came, even though she couldn't recognize him at all.
As a senior sister once said to her:
"...Little junior sister, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover one night than to stand on the cliff for a thousand years."
The embroiderer has many senior sisters.
Some are harsh, some are cold, and some are warm.
But they all treated her like family.
However, sometimes, the word family also means bound by responsibilities.
The embroiderer does not blame her fate.
Already contented.
Especially, I still have the opportunity to meet him...
The embroiderer's lowered 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 she came back 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 following days, Tanlang would go out early and return early, eat the meals she cooked regularly, and go to bed early. At night, she would light the sleepy sandalwood, go to bed again, curl up, Buried in his arms, the fragrance fell into a deep sleep.
Although he occasionally wakes up near dawn, tears shed for unknown reasons in his sleep will wet the fabric of his chest.
But this kind of ordinary life, like a world between two people, made Xiu Niang a little addicted.
Just like a real couple.
It's a pity that Tan Lang's personal maid is back again, and Tan Lang seems to like her quite a lot.
Moreover, when the embroiderer just entered the room, she also saw the embroidery stool where the woman was sitting next to Tanlang's desk, and some green handwriting copying calligraphy on the table.
Tanlang also seemed to be teaching her how to write.
In front of the bed, the eyes of the mute woman who was silently lifting the curtains and staring into the bed suddenly darkened.
"ah……"
An extremely soft female voice sounded in the darkness in front of the bed in the back room.
It's a pity that she is so weak and humble that she can't even disturb a nightingale.
The embroiderer was silent.
The pads of four fingers were slowly caressing Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.
It was like a breeze, blowing over the sharp curves of his face, and then over his eyes, nose, lips and chin.
Obviously, she shouldn't have such emotions now.
She has no qualifications or status to have such emotions.
Just like when I followed the ribbon-cutting ceremony all the way to Donglin Temple and saw Tanlang and the noble Xie family walking into the main hall to seek marriage.
But why is it that my heart is like a lake reflecting flowing clouds, flickering in and out of light, feeling depressed and uncomfortable at one moment, and joyful at the next?
The embroiderer stood quietly in front of the bed and gently stroked Ouyang Rong's face for a while.
Her fingers could clearly feel the warmth conveyed on his skin.
It seems to be a lot of peace of mind.
At a certain moment, the embroiderer turned her head silently and looked at Ye Weilai, who was breathing equally regularly and sleeping equally peacefully.
In the darkness, her eyes as clear as water could not help but show some envy.
Time passed bit by bit.
He stood quietly in front of the bed and waited for a while.
The embroiderer bent down, crossed Ye Weilai on the outside of the bed, and held the corner of the quilt for Ouyang Rong.
She turned away from the bed and walked towards the door.
The room was still quiet.
The mute woman's footsteps were as light as a feather and made no sound.
But when Xiu Niang walked halfway, her back suddenly stopped.
She turned her back to the quiet bed and remained motionless.
In his ears, the sound of two sleeping breaths was still very regular.
The embroiderer suddenly turned around and walked back to the bed in the darkness.
Her eyes did not look at Tanlang.
Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the white-haired girl sleeping outside the bed.
The embroiderer's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
I remember that every time she came over in the middle of the night, the white-haired maid would hug Tanlang's arm tightly and sleep on her side. She also liked to drool and wipe it on the clothes on Tanlang's arm.
The embroiderer walked to the bed and stared at Ye Weilai, who was lying on her back with her eyes closed for a while.
Ye Weila's mouth and nose were covered by the quilt, and only her closed eyes and white bangs on her forehead could be seen.
The embroiderer looked at it for a while.
"Master...Master...don't leave...don't leave this slave behind..."
Not long after, the white-haired maid murmured between her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes rolled under her eyelids, as if she was having a strange dream.
The white-haired maid turned slightly sideways, with her back to the embroiderer, and hugged Ouyang Rong's arm.
Another standard gesture of wiping saliva.
After looking at the master and servant on the bed silently for a while, Xiu Niang withdrew her gaze, turned and left the bed.
Not long after, there was a slight "click" sound from the direction of the door, followed immediately by another "squeak" sound, as if it was closed again.
Silence returned to the house.
Only a faint scent of sandalwood lingered beside the bed.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The air in the room was still quiet.
It's like no one has ever been here.
There were only two regular breathing sounds of a young man and a girl in the bed.
until……
"Huh~ It's so dangerous... so dangerous."
There was an inaudible sound of relief that was suppressed by the bedside.
Ye Weilai, who was holding Ouyang Rong's arm sideways with his back to the door, had opened his eyes at some point.
Ye Weilai's mouth and nose poked out from under the quilt.
Like a blue whale that has just returned from the deep sea and pokes its head out of the sea, breathing heavily.
However, while she was breathing, she was still trying to suppress the frequency, as if she was afraid of disturbing a distant being back.
And if you look closely at this moment, you can clearly see that the girl's pink lips, nose and other places have a sheen of water stains, which is a bit wet.
The view moves further down.
I saw a small hand holding a pile 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. When she regained her breath, she quickly covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel.
The intuition is correct!
In the darkness, Ye Weilai covered her mouth with a wet towel, sat up, and opened her blue eyes wide. She couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the door she had left, shouting in her heart.
In fact, Ye Weilai had noticed something was wrong a long time ago. Every day when she went to bed with her master, she would always find something strange when she got up. In the past, she didn't think anything of it once or twice.
But ever since she returned from overseas and returned from the midnight raid, she had clearly discovered signs that outsiders had been there.
He should be the owner of that strange long hair.
There was also the faint remnant of sandalwood that I smelled in the air before.
In the past few days, the more Ye Weilai thought about it, the more she felt that this was most likely a scent that made people sleepy.
So tonight she specially prepared wet towels and other items, placed them under the quilt to cover her mouth and nose, and stayed up late at night.
As a result, just when Ye Weilai was about to fight, the strange sandalwood and the strange visitor finally came.
At this moment, looking at the quietly closed door outside, Ye Weilai breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on her white forehead with the back of her little hand.
The dark shadow in front of the bed just stared at her for a long time, almost looking 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 on and opened her eyes.
Fortunately, she had an idea at that time and used the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and finally got through...
On the bed in the darkness, the white-haired maid's small breasts, which were rising and falling violently under the crumpled nightgown, were gradually calming down.
Her little hand under the quilt reached towards the sheets beside her and touched something cold.
That little lady Xie’s skirt knife.
Ye Weilai felt a little 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 seems to be thinking about how to deal with the next thing.
The reason why she chose to verify it on her own after she had doubts before, instead of telling the owner immediately.
It's because Ye Weilai didn't expect that the truth was even more outrageous than she imagined.
To be honest, Ye Weilai originally thought... this might be the master having a tryst with a special woman late at night or something. The woman has a special status and it is not convenient for her to know. Or, the master and the others have some special hobbies and tastes. Mixiang is Used on her.
So, if it is really the master's secret, what can she, the personal maid, do?
Of course, it's not convenient to take the initiative to break her, just pretend to be stupid. It's just a bit disappointed that the owner doesn't let her play with her, and she can't help but be curious like a cat.
But now it seems that she was wrong and the master was also kept in the dark.
Just what is this late night visitor doing?
Sent by the master's enemies?
But the Liu family is almost bankrupt, and Mr. Liu is dead, so where is the opponent?
Besides, from the looks of it, this late-night visitor didn't seem to want to harm them.
Otherwise, there have been so many opportunities before, why not take advantage?
Who it is, I wish I had known who I just took a quick glance at...
Ye Weilai covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel and took another deep breath. Her bangs hung low on her forehead. She thought for a while, and the hesitation on her face gradually disappeared.
Ye Weilai reached out her hand towards Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping. At this time, as if she had a tacit understanding, she suddenly turned back and immediately met a complicated gaze.
Ye Weilai's expression was as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.
"ah!"
Her eyes widened, and she saw a woman standing quietly in front of the bed, only three meters away, staring at her.
He went and came back again.
Ye Weilai's eyes widened, she jumped up, immediately grabbed the left hand of the sleeping young man next to her, and stuffed the handle of the skirt knife into his warm palm.
Then, he reached out and pulled out a long silver sword from the wooden frame in front of the bed.
The sword trembled with a "zheng" sound.
"Whoever you are, are not allowed to harm my master!"
On the bed, Ye Weilai stood up from her knees, holding the hilt of the sword with her two small hands.
Her petite body stood in front of Ouyang Rong, not giving an inch, and the moonlight sword in her hand pointed directly at a slender black shadow in front of her.
The atmosphere inside and outside the bed seemed tense.
"ah……"
The slender black shadow seemed to open its mouth and wanted to say something, but only a single syllable came out.
Why does it sound a little familiar?
Ye Weilai, who raised her eyebrows and held the sword, frowned even more, but at the same time, she didn't waste a moment. She quietly pulled out a hand and reached out, grabbed Ouyang Rong's arm under the quilt and shook it.
But at this moment, the slender black shadow in front of him took the initiative to take a step back.
"Ah wu... wu..."
The white-haired girl saw that the slender black figure in front of her was waving his hands vigorously towards her, more like pleading than stopping her.
Ye Weilai's face was slightly startled, but at this time, 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 crack.
Dappled moonlight shone on her.
Ye Weilai immediately saw clearly the pleading face of this late-night visitor.
Her face was stunned, and she stopped shaking Ouyang Rong's arm.
"Xiu...Xiu Niang?"
In the dark room, the atmosphere was silent.
The mute girl bathed in the moonlight and the white-haired maid holding a sword facing each other remained motionless and looked at each other silently.
On the bed, a young man whose arm was shaken not long ago seemed to mumble, turned over, and continued to sleep.
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