In front of the bed in the back room of Meilin's courtyard, the air felt inexplicably frozen.
Between the two of them, the scattered moonlight made the atmosphere particularly deserted.
The atmosphere became somewhat silent.
At this time, the moonlight on the field comes from two sources.
One is from the gap in the closed window next to it.
The moonlight was cut into mottled patches.
The scene in the back room was like a dark curtain, and the moonlight was like a diagonal stroke, drawing a diagonal vertical line from the middle of the curtain.
This "diagonal and vertical" passage passes in sequence: the vermilion-lacquered wardrobe, the beautiful profile of the mute cook in a green skirt, and the fluffy brown velvet carpet.
There is also a moonlight.
It came from the hand of the white-haired girl who was standing in front of the sleeping young man on the other side of the bed.
She held a slender sword tightly in both hands, and the moonlight was slowly flowing over the sword like flowing water. It was like looking at a picture of a surging river, except that the river water in it was replaced by a strange water that could emit moonlight.
It doesn't look like a product of the human world, but more like it comes from the moon palace in the sky.
Even if someone said that a bright moon was melted into the sword when it was forged, some people would probably believe it.
The moonlight was trembling slightly at this moment, trembling along with Ye Weilai's little hand holding the sword hilt tightly.
The hazy moonlight shivered on a small face that still looked dazed.
She had silver teeth, bit her pink lips, and stared at the embroiderer in front of her with trembling eyelashes, shaking her head and waving her hands:
"Why are you...you...what are you doing sneaking up on Tanlang?"
For some unknown reason, perhaps because of some kind of tacit understanding, Ye Weilai asked in a suppressed voice. She couldn't help but turn her head and glance sideways at the master who was turning over in confusion and continuing to sleep. There was some hesitation in her gray-blue eyes.
"Hey..."
The embroiderer waved her hands vigorously, as if she saw that Ye Weilai was no longer stubborn. She stretched out her hand emptyly in front of her, as if she wanted to grab something.
"You..." Ye Weilai frowned slightly when she saw the cook's gaze falling on Ouyang Rong foolishly.
"What's your relationship with the master?"
As if she sensed something was wrong, the white-haired maid couldn't help but ask.
Under the moonlight, the embroiderer lowered her head.
His hands naturally dropped, grabbing the hem of the green skirt at his side.
Seems a little at a loss.
This mute embroiderer girl is obviously much older than the cardamom girl Ye Weilai, and she even masters a set of top-level Qi training techniques that can kill most people in the world.
However, under the flawless posture of Ye Weilai holding the sword with both hands pointing straight at him, and under the squinting scrutiny of a pair of blue eyes, he looked a bit cowardly and as docile as a sheep.
Perhaps the white-haired girl in front of him was Tanlang's intimate maid, and she was pretending to be powerful.
Or maybe it was a guilty conscience that came late at night.
Or maybe it's... some deeper inferiority complex.
"Forgot, you can't speak..." Ye Weilai whispered when she saw this.
The long sword pointing at the person in his hand was lowered slightly, almost hanging to the ground.
Ye Weilai knew Xiu Niang. When Zhen was still in Meiluyuan, she went to the kitchen to learn the art of mung bean cake and had dealings with Xiu Niang.
It's just that they didn't have a close relationship, but her reaction now is very obvious. She had a good impression of the mute cook before.
This may be the reason why I am less vigilant at this moment.
"You don't seem to want to harm anyone, do you have something to hide..."
Ye Weila, who lowered his head and muttered, turned his blue eyes upward and looked at the embroiderer in front of him who seemed to have nowhere to put his hands and feet.
She has been exposed to the coldness and maliciousness of the world since she was a child, and she seems to have a natural sensitivity to the good and evil thoughts of others.
When the embroiderer heard this, she raised her head as lightly as a deer in the forest, nodded her head hurriedly, her mouth was silent, but her face looked a little relieved and happy.
The mute female cook was not afraid of the moonlight sword in Ye Weilai's hand. She took a step forward and looked at Tan Lang's back. She raised her index finger with her left hand in front of her lips, and pointed her right hand in the direction of the desk with paper, ink, pen and inkstone, as if towards Ye Weilai. Signal.
With a "choking", Ye Weilai simply sheathed the sword and returned it to the wooden stand.
She looked at Xiu Niang with a sincere face and whispered: "Are you going to the desk to chat..."
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Weilai bent her fair legs under her nightgown, her pink buttocks moved forward, as if she wanted to get out of bed, and she arched her feet to explore her shoes.
But this time.
The embroiderer suddenly turned her head and looked east, staring at the closed wooden window. Behind the wooden window, there was an empty courtyard and... the direction of Su Mansion.
The sudden change caused Ye Weilai's small body to shrink back, but her sharp eyes caught the embroiderer's beautiful eyebrows gathering together, and she asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong?"
As soon as she asked, her face froze for a moment, as if she had realized something, she quickly turned her head and looked behind her.
Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping soundly, silently held the jade handle of a white sandalwood target knife with his left hand.
Not long ago, Ye Weilai arranged it in a hurry when faced with the late night visitors who came and returned.
I was completely focused on chatting just now, but I accidentally forgot about it.
"Is someone here? Oh no, Miss Xie must have sensed the owner holding the handle of the knife late at night, worried about something happening, and rushed over."
Xiu Niang couldn't help but cast her eyes on the knife held in Tan Lang's hand.
Facing the embroiderer's upward gaze, Ye Weilai's face showed some embarrassment.
"Well, I was frightened just now, so I went to the doctor in a hurry."
"Ah..." The embroiderer looked nervous and reserved on her little face, looking around.
Although she has a special breathing technique that can hide her breath and make it difficult to be discovered.
But Miss Xie is not blind. She is heading straight towards the Meilin Courtyard with her eyes fixed on this place.
According to Xiu Niang's perception, the girl was already less than a hundred meters away. If she ran out now, the probability of being discovered was not small.
Ye Weilai hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes. Looking around the room, her little nose wrinkled and her tone was a little regretful:
"Oh no, no, no, no, if Miss Xie comes in and sees you, she will definitely wake up the master...wait, how about you hide under the bed?"
"..." Xiu Niang.
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Xie Lingjiang was going back to his house to rest.
Tonight, there was no girl with plum blossom makeup running up to the rooftop to chat.
As usual, she sat on the roof in a daze.
In fact, I am not only in a daze of lovesickness, but also meditating on my luck.
As for sleep, for Qi practitioners, luck cultivation and immersion in inner vision are the best ways to rest and recuperate.
However, it was cold tonight, and just as Xie Lingjiang was about to go back to the house, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Meilin courtyard.
The place she had been looking forward to for a long time was still dark and extremely silent.
Xie Ling Jiang Dai frowned slightly and muttered: "It's so late at night, what is Senior Brother doing holding a knife when he's not sleeping?"
The next second, a gust of evening wind blew through the empty roof, and the woman's silhouette disappeared.
Xie Lingjiang's figure appeared outside the Meilin courtyard.
She frowned and looked at the dark doors and windows.
Immediately, some bad premonitions vaguely arose in my heart.
"Big brother!"
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but blurt out. In an instant, he walked to the door of the main room and reached out to push the door open.
But immediately, a slightly tired girl's voice came from the room:
"Who is it?"
Then there was the sound of the girl putting on her shoes and getting out of bed and approaching to open the door.
Xie Lingjiang paused slightly.
At this moment, the Qi Practitioner's sensitive hearing told him that the room was still filled with two familiar breathing sounds.
She still frowned slightly:
"It's me...you guys haven't slept yet?"
"Thank you, why are you here?"
Accompanied by the girl's confused voice, there was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open from the inside.
"Elder brother, he..."
Xie Lingjiang wanted to speak, but when she saw the petite figure walking out of the house, her words were stuck and her eyes widened.
Xie Lingjiang saw the white-haired maid who walked out of the door. Her silver hair was like a snowfall and reached her waist. She was not wearing a nightgown on her small body, and her body was exposed with a large area of skin as white and as delicate as milk.
She was barefoot and wore only a pair of pink and white shorts on her lower body, which only covered the upper part between her knees and thighs, revealing her round and shapely legs.
Ye Weilai's body is only taller among her peers, not too tall compared to Xie Lingjiang, but her legs are in excellent shape and slim. Any extra leg would be too much, and any less would be too little.
Even Xie Lingjiang took another look.
But what made Xie Lingjiang look more sideways and speechless.
This white-haired maid has not even worn the pink and white bellyband embroidered with lotus flowers on her upper body, and the string at the back of her neck is not tied. The string hangs leisurely from her arms. She just holds a small piece of diamond-shaped cloth embroidered with lotus flowers in her bare hands to cover her body. With her bulging breasts, she seemed to be busy coming over to open the door for her, and didn't have time to put on her bra.
Xie Lingjiang, who was standing in front of Jingli's door, turned slightly sideways and looked away from Ye Weilai.
Fortunately, Xie Lingjiang was standing outside the door, with his back to the bright moon behind him. From Ye Weilai's perspective, her slightly red cheeks in the darkness should not be visible.
Xie Lingjiang tried his best to keep his expression as normal.
I just couldn’t help but murmur in my heart:
The personal maid looks like this... What does the eldest brother do every night? Didn't he agree to have a good sleep at night during the day? It's a waste of energy, and he can't cure the problem during the day...
We also treat floods at night, right?
Xie Lingjiang was staring at the bluestone slab aside, with a little sadness and annoyance welling up in his eyes.
She was born in the Xie family of Chen County. Almost all the Xie family members in the family had maids and maids to accompany them. Some even got married when they were fourteen or fifteen years old. They had more than one concubine, so they had long been used to it.
Therefore, there is no psychological grudge against a man's personal maid who warms his bed. As long as he abides by his moral code, he only has one real wife, and he is not obsessed with women and dislikes his real wife.
This is the tutoring quality of every lady and noble girl.
Moreover, the eldest brother is not usually close to women, and he finally accepted a personal maid under the pressure of the Zhen family. The eldest brother has reached a vigorous age, which is understandable and cannot be blamed. It is human nature.
Xie Lingjiang's real shame and sorrow at this moment.
I feel sorry for a certain senior brother. I am busy during the day, but it seems to be even busier at night...
Ye Weilai couldn't guess the subtle thoughts of Xie Lingjiang's daughter's family, but if it were another woman, such as Xiu Niang, she might be able to.
But Ye Weilai, who was born in a barbarian tribe, was subconsciously a little afraid of this noble daughter of the Xie family in front of her.
Ye Weilai was vaguely aware that perhaps something called inferiority was at work.
"Well, thank you girl, what's wrong, but is there anything important?"
At this moment, Ye Weilai crossed her chest with her hands, rubbed her eyes with her fingers, raised her face, and murmured with pink lips.
Xie Lingjiang turned around, looked at her squarely and asked, "Is Senior Brother asleep?"
"Yeah." Ye Weilai nodded with a lazy nasal voice.
Her position was a bit subtle at the moment. After opening the door, she turned slightly sideways, as if to let someone in. However, a small part of her small body blocked the way, making it impossible for Xie Lingjiang, who was carrying a sword at his waist, to walk straight in. .
Xie Lingjiang's gaze seemed to remind Ye Weilai. The little girl looked down at her messy clothes and added in a low voice:
"The bed is a little messy...so is the master..."
Xie Lingjiang's raised right foot silently returned outside the threshold.
Standing outside the door, she looked at the sleepy white-haired maid in front of her with a tired face, then turned to look inside the room behind the white-haired maid. She frowned and said:
"Elder brother, why are you touching my skirt in the middle of the night?"
The girl with a bellyband in front of the door seemed to have a slight blush on her face, and whispered: "Master, he is not careful."
Xie Lingjiang immediately sensed the guilty conscience of this white-haired maid.
She turned her head and stared at Ye Weilai without blinking. She leaned forward slightly, as if oppressed by a big woman, which made the latter tilt back slightly, took a step back, and said nervously:
"Thank you, girl, slave..."
Xie Lingjiang's tone suddenly worsened and he interrupted: "It's okay for you to delay senior brother's rest in the middle of the night, but you're still lying in front of me?"
"No, no..." Ye Weila's two small hands in front of her chest shook so hard that the bellyband covering her chest almost slipped off.
"Hurry up and tell the truth!" Xie Lingjiang held the sword in his right hand and stared at her.
In fact, from the beginning, Xie Lingjiang had been pricking up his ears and listening to the sounds in the house. The sound of breathing in the back room was indeed as soothing and normal as a normal person sleeping.
Xie Lingjiang noticed that Ye Weilai's face was flushed and her tone was stammering.
"Slave said, slave said, please don't be angry, Miss... Actually... we actually slept together... Halfway through sleeping, the master suddenly ordered me to dress neatly and wear a skirt knife, and then... Then he looked like he looked like I liked it even more, and then on a whim... When I was aroused, it was not enough to grab the braid, so my hand grabbed the handle of the skirt knife..."
The white-haired maid's voice became softer and quieter in the next few words.
Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, his face full of confusion: "What do you mean? Why do we sleep together, why do I let you wear my skirt knife, and what do you like more, just on a whim?"
Ye Weilai buried her little head tightly in her chest, twisted her body, and whispered:
"It's just that... when the master is sleeping with the slave, he likes to say Miss Xie's name. It seems that... he thinks the slave is Miss Xie, and the master is even happier..."
"...???"
silence.
There was only silence inside and outside the door, and the air was about to solidify into steel.
This time, it was Xie Lingjiang's turn to blush.
"You... you guys... are shameless... and are fooling around... and are ridiculous!"
Xie Lingjiang stomped her feet in shame, turned around and was about to leave.
Ye Weilai's chest rose and fell for a while, as if she was relieved, and then she slightly spit out her pink tongue. Miss Xie's pretty face just now was so red that it was clearly visible in the dark, like a monkey's butt.
In front of the courtyard gate, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stopped and asked, "Wait a minute, what's the smell in the house?"
"Ah, yes...it's the sandalwood incense given by Master Donglin Temple to help you sleep."
Xie Lingjiang stood with his back turned for a while. Ye Weilai's face changed. Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned around and shouted into the room: "Elder brother?"
The room was silent.
"Master...brother?"
Xie Lingjiang called out softly again, but he used spiritual energy to cultivate.
Ye Weilai couldn't help but stare, feeling that the voice in her ears was like a bell.
The house was still quiet.
Xie Lingjiang turned around and strode towards the house.
"Thank you, miss. Master, he has no clothes on..."
Ye Weilai tensed up all over, but halfway through her words, Xie Lingjiang waved her sleeves away while pouting.
Xie Lingjiang kept walking, tightened his hand holding the sword, and stepped into the door. Ouyang Rong's confused murmur suddenly sounded in the inner room filled with sandalwood:
"Little junior sister? You... what are you doing... don't hug me... let go... you and I are brothers and sisters..."
Xie Lingjiang's footsteps stopped in front of the dark inner room, digging into the ground like nails. At the same time, she felt that he was touching her skirt knife again... Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned around, swung his sleeves and left the house:
"Eldest brother, you...you are...ridiculous...ridiculous!"
Xie Lingjiang said angrily and left in a hurry.
Ye Weilai's face was slightly stunned, looking at the back of the Xie family's daughter as if she was running away, she muttered something, looked back curiously, and looked inside the room.
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(End of chapter)
