"Sister Xiu Niang, do you have something important to do?"

Ye Weilai had a curious face, but turned around and took out a long branch.

It was exactly the one Ouyang Rong saw a few days ago.

The embroiderer lowered her head and sat on the edge of the bed, repeatedly folding a corner of the rice paper with her right hand with the broken little finger, which seemed to be a habitual action when she was in a daze or nervous.

She lowered her eyebrows and nodded without further explanation.

"Ms. Xiu, please be safe." Ye Weilai patted the back of her hand.

"Yeah." The embroiderer smiled lightly.

He shook his head at her, as if to indicate that the matter was not dangerous.

The white-haired maid is in peace.

The embroiderer covered the sleeping young man on the bed, got up and took Ye Weilai to the front hall to teach her sword skills.

"Master's ancestral teachings, unless we are under the same disciple and become Zhilan, the Qi refining technique cannot be taught to others. I can only teach you a few sword moves. I may not be around Tanlang often in the future. You should practice it in case of emergency.

The need..."

Ye Weilai followed the pretty cook and thought of the ink she had left on the paper a few days and night.

From that day on, Ye Weilai began to practice some strange sword skills with Xiu Niang.

At the same time, thanks to Xie Lingjiang's temporary outing, the Meilin courtyard can be lightly lit at night without fear of being exposed.

Ye Weilai stayed up late to practice under the supervision of the embroiderer at night. During the day, her master was out on duty, and she was also immersed in thinking in the yard. From time to time, she ran to the kitchen to find the embroiderer...

So now, it’s three o’clock in the middle of the night.

A strange scene occurred in this room.

Under the dim light.

A little maid wearing a bright red bellyband and obscene trousers, with fair and delicate skin, and long snow-white hair tied into two ponytails draped over her shoulders.

She stood in the open space in the center of the front hall, waving a dead branch in her hand, her face very serious.

A mute girl with delicate features and a quiet posture, like a virgin, is sitting at the Eight Immortals table nearby, leaning against the light yellow halo of the oil lamp on the table, twisting a needle and threading, lowering her head to embroider red, in her hand is a cyan men's tattoo

robe.

From time to time, the mute girl raised her head to glance at the white-haired maid with twin ponytails practicing her sword. But most of the time, she lowered her head and squinted her eyes, concentrating on threading her needle. She only listened to the subtle sound of waving branches, and then she could shake her head in time and point out the white-haired maid.

The sword move is wrong.

On the other side of the bed, a handsome young man turned over and muttered, soundly asleep.

The scenes on both sides of the house are full of movement and silence. If an outsider sees this scene here, they will definitely be confused and weird.

It's a pity that in the light sandalwood, Ouyang Rong's eyes slowly moved under his eyelids, and his drowsy sleep was unbroken.

I don’t know what I was dreaming about…

The embroiderer may not be considered a master.

But he is definitely a comfortable teacher who never blames.

She picked up a few sword moves at her fingertips, and it was natural.

Ye Weilai was obviously very smart and clever as Ouyang Rong said, but she still had a lot of stumbles when practicing these sword moves.

Of course, there may be a reason why the embroiderer can only use it but not teach it.

In this regard, the embroiderer who was sitting at the table with her head bowed while working on the embroidery was very patient and not harsh. On the contrary, her face sometimes showed a look of guilt and remorse for not teaching her well.

Instead, Ye Weilai was left scrambling to comfort her.

"Sister Xiu Niang, let's see how my sword goes."

At this time, Ye Weilai blinked and said, she turned around and stood on tiptoes, bent down and made a sword move that looked like an antelope's chamfer.

The tips of the branches made a cracking sound.

There is a model.

The embroiderer smiled softly, put on the female red for a while, and wrote:

“Excellent.

"Weila is already very powerful.

"It's just that compared to swordsmanship, Wei Lai is more suitable for practicing Qi. She has a leak-free body and is nourished by the fragrance in the house day and night.

"It's a pity that the concubine's Qi refining technique cannot be taught.

"But it doesn't matter. In fact, the Qi training techniques of other channels are more suitable for Wei Lai."

The panting Ye Weilai wiped the sweat from her forehead with her fragrant handkerchief. She put her little head to the table and carefully looked at the embroiderer's calligraphy for a while. She couldn't help but curiously asked:

"Sister Xiu Niang, how long did it take you to practice these sword skills?"

The embroiderer thought for a while and wrote:

"No need to practice, they are in my heart, I took them out and gave them to Wei Lai."

Ye Weilai was stunned, "So you are the first to create these sword skills?"

The embroiderer nodded, her face calm.

Ye Wei looked at her cheeks and clear eyes, and saw no trace of pride at all.

The white-haired maid, who was proud of her "sword mastery" just a second ago, silently put away the branches, put her hands behind her waist in an honest manner, and swallowed her saliva.

Ye Weilai didn't know that in the eyes of the quiet and virginal girl in front of her, there were no sword moves in this world, and there was nothing in this world that was not a sword move.

Swordsmanship comes from the heart.

There is no sword in the corridor.

The embroiderer didn't pay attention to the little maid's shock, lowered her head and continued to embroider in her hands, mending clothes for the sleeping Tanlang.

With the help of Ye Weila, this little mole, the clothes she knitted will be worn by Tanlang in the name of the former.

The mute woman squinted in front of the lamp, sewing stitch by stitch, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the bed.

The four fingers of her right hand carefully touched the tightly stitched robe fabric.

Under the dim light, a delicate little face occasionally showed a look of blankness and happiness, and then bowed its head silently.

Silently embroidering for him.

Master once said four words to her when he was still alive.

not fated.

There are some people in this world who are truly destined to meet and even like them.

But you probably don’t have the other party’s qualifications.

This is the most easily overlooked point in the world, which is most easily overlooked by men and women who are blinded by love and fall in love.

This is also the reason why most men and women in the world have unhappy relationships.

"Idiot, cutting off love is not ruthless.

"It is precisely the most affectionate person, but he is very clear that he is destined to have no destiny, so he swung his sword to attack himself.

"So have less regrets and be more content."

Master’s words from back then are still in my ears.

"Ah." The embroiderer opened her mouth and said softly.

On the pad of Nianyi's index finger, a drop of blood appeared, slowly growing in size.

She held her finger in her red lips, sucked on it, and after a while, she was twisting the needle and embroidering again, a set of movements that she had already mastered.

The embroiderer lowered her head and sniffed.

She was already satisfied with being able to enjoy a moment of happiness with him like this, so how could she dare to ask for more?

I remember that back then, she was still a childhood sweetheart and he was still a best friend.

The embroidery lady was like this, sitting in the house where he was lying ill and sleeping, quietly weaving clothes for him.

"Sister Xiu Niang, you are fine, why are you crying?"

Ye Weilai put down the branch, bent down, looked up at the face of the mute cook who was immersed in embroidery, and asked in a low voice.

The embroiderer shook her head.

"Nothing," she wrote on the paper.

Ye Weilai couldn't help but look at the ink on the paper that was wet with clear liquid beads, and hesitated to speak.

"It's getting late, I've gone out, I'll be back later.

"Take good care of Tanlang, remember the swordsmanship taught to you, and please always stand in front of Tanlang."

The embroiderer shook Ye Weila's little hand, then went to the bed and spent some time alone with Ouyang Rong, who was lying on his side with his eyes closed, and left the Meilin courtyard not long after.
To be continued...