I got some food for the second quarter of Youzheng.
I just brought Xie Lingjiang with me.
Wei Lai and other Meiluyuan maids discovered that the husband's junior sister liked to come to Meiluyuan for dinner with her husband recently.
However, Mrs. Zhen welcomed this very much, so naturally no one dared to say anything.
Meilin courtyard.
Study room, the moon on the branches outside the window.
Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang gathered around the table and chatted for a while about the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism and the recently popular poems of gifted scholars in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Regarding the latter, Ouyang Rong mainly listened to what his junior sister said with great interest.
In the imperial examinations of the Great Zhou Dynasty, metrical poems were tested, and the custom of reciting poems and composing poems became a common practice.
In addition, the prosperity of singing and dancing in the prosperous age is naturally indispensable for the poetry of literati.
It's just that Ouyang Rong has never written any poems before or now.
His reputation for not being flirtatious with women is greater than his reputation for poetry.
He doesn't rely on this miserable life to make a living.
As for copying poems and so on.
Who would be a serious person to copy poetry?
Ouyang Rong laughed. Isn't flood control more interesting than this?
Xie Lingjiang glanced at the white-haired maid who was coming in to deliver snacks, stood up and said:
"Elder brother, I'll go back first."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Ouyang Rong sent Xie Lingjiang out of the study. The latter did not take the right path, but walked towards the plum grove next to Ouyang Rong's yard.
Ouyang Rong subconsciously said: "Junior sister, why don't you change the way? It's not good to pass through other people's yards."
Xie Lingjiang turned back curiously, "How do you know, senior brother, that you will pass by someone else's yard?"
Ouyang Rong replied without blushing: "Guess."
"I'm used to walking when nothing happens."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at him, shook his head and muttered: "I don't know why, but the door on this alley has been locked recently."
Ouyang Rong said calmly: "Well, is there still such a thing? Then junior sister, please don't leave."
Xie Lingjiang raised his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I can climb over the wall."
"..." Ouyang Rong.
After seeing off the little junior sister who was not taking the usual path, Ouyang Rong chuckled and shook his head, returning to the study.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wei Lai sitting on a small embroidery stool, twisting a mung bean cake with one hand, and holding the other hand under the small chin to catch the broken powder.
She took small bites, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was so sweet that she turned into a lazy kitten.
When she found her master coming in, the white-haired maid's cheeks were bulging, her eyes widened immediately, and she said vaguely: "Zhuren..."
Ouyang Rong didn't smile, he walked to the desk and sat down, waiting for her to swallow the sweet food in her mouth.
He opened a book casually, staring at it without looking, and whispered:
"What happened this morning?"
Wei Lai picked up the plate of pastries that had been served politely and respectfully by the maid who was waiting for her not long ago, walked over to Master Jingping, and placed the plate on the desk.
Without any hesitation, the white-haired maid knelt down at his feet with bent legs, hugged Ouyang Rong's calf under the table with both hands, and leaned forward. She had a thin and fair neck, and her cute chin gently rested on his thigh. She raised her head and rolled her eyes.
Looking up at the master's face.
Wei Lai just stared and said nothing.
Ouyang Rong felt the warmth and dependence on his legs.
Sighed.
Wei Lai grabbed his right palm with both hands and placed it on her silver hair that combed her temples.
The little head rubbed upwards against his palm.
It was quiet in front of and behind the desk, and everything seemed to be in silence.
Ouyang Rong felt that his palms were a little itchy.
Still couldn't help it, he lowered his head and glanced at this well-behaved personal maid.
His tone was helpless:
"I asked you why you went to bed so late last night. Are you baking the official uniform that was not dried a few days ago?"
Wei Lai was startled and blinked: "Master is so awesome."
"Don't be cute, be serious."
Ouyang Rong tapped the little white-haired head on his lap with his fingers, but he just picked it up and put it down gently, and the chestnut didn't reward her too much.
"Awesome, smell it, does it smell like smoke?" He curled his lips and pointed at the light green official uniform on his body.
"Okay, slave, let's hear it."
Wei Lai nodded immediately and buried her little face forward as she spoke. Ouyang Rong, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly held down her little head that was pretending to be stupid and said silently:
"Don't make trouble."
"Well, okay."
Wei Lai raised her little face from Ouyang Rong's palm. The white hair on her forehead was a little messy. She whispered:
"I'm sorry, Master, I've been fanning myself for a long time, but my clothes are still smelly..."
Wei Lai looked up at him eagerly: "Master, please don't be angry."
Ouyang Rong reached out softly, smoothed the hair on her temples and forehead, shook his head and said:
"I'm not angry... I asked you those things before, but you didn't say anything. I hid them all in my heart... This is not good, and besides..."
He paused and then said:
"I think you are too smart and adaptable. In fact, you don't really need my protection. It seems that I thought too much before, but now it seems that it is not necessary..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and stared at the docile and well-behaved personal maid at his feet, who looked like a snow-white Persian cat, and sighed seriously:
"And staying here may actually restrict you."
Wei Lai breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her master was not angry. When she heard what was said behind her, she closed her eyes and bit her lip again. She silently rubbed her little head up against his palm and said with a slight trembling voice:
"Weila will not leave. The master gave me the name, the clothes, and the life... Vera will always be the slave of the master, and this will never change."
"Your little brain is so smart, it can't be wasted. You have to read some books and understand some principles before you can take the right path..."
Ouyang Rong muttered as if to himself. He picked up the smooth chin on his lap with his palm, lowered his head and looked at her who was looking up, staring into these dreamy and beautiful gray-blue eyes and said:
"From tomorrow on, don't do those chores. You can sit next to me while I study, and I will teach you how to read."
Wei Lai thought for a while and nodded happily.
It doesn't matter whether she is literate or not, whether she can read or not, as long as she can be close to her master and stay with her master, she will be satisfied.
If the master can teach her how to read, wouldn't it mean that she can have more time to be close to her? Besides, she might even be able to help her in the future.
Ouyang Rong looked at the excited little white-haired maid a little speechlessly.
Good guy, do you think reading and studying is fun?
While complaining in his heart, Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered something, and asked Wei Lai with a faint smile:
"By the way, does that count as lying? I remember a certain girl said that a girl who lies will be spanked, huh."
It was just a sentence to make the little girl embarrassed, but Ouyang Rong never expected that as soon as he said this, the little girl who had been kneeling at his feet had a dull face for a while, then suddenly stood up, silently bent down, and
Lying on his legs.
The white-haired maid's slender body lay spread across Ouyang Rong's legs like a soft blanket that could be kneaded into any shape.
Her little head was hanging low, and her neatly combed white hair fell down from her red ears. Fortunately, Ouyang Rong had a slender figure and the chair he was sitting on was high enough, so her long silver hair like a waterfall did not touch it.
to the floor.
"..."
"..."
The girl lay down with her head down, motionless and silent.
Ouyang Rongqing opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.
If you just said something as if it was a joke, but now you take it back immediately, will it look a little embarrassing and cowardly? You have to lose face in front of the personal maid.
In addition, Ouyang Rong has also forgotten that this is no longer the past life. A casual word from his mouth can have a great impact, making the listener treat it seriously, or even an order, which is majestic and cannot be resisted.
As a result, the master and servant maintained this strange posture for a long time, and for some unknown reason, no one spoke.
The atmosphere in front of the desk gradually fell into a strange thickening...
Brothers who like this kind of daily and delicate style, you can read Kangkang Xiaorong's first book "I Have a Sword Fairy Wife", which has a large amount of such daily and delicate descriptions, multiple female protagonists, delicate emotional drama, and is not an upgrade.