Chapter 168 Wei La Xiu Niang, sleeping with Tan Lang
The past two days have been quite stressful for the maids and servants of Meiluyuan.
It's not because the young magistrate is difficult to serve.
On the contrary, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.
In fact, this metaphor is not appropriate. The county magistrate is not the king of hell, and the personal maid beside him is not a brat, but the meaning is this.
The master's personal maid, Ye Weila, often wanders around among the maids and servants in the yard these days.
His eyes looked at them from time to time, drifting back and forth.
If they were to look at it openly, then that would be fine. What frightened the maids in Meiluyuan was that they occasionally turned around and looked casually while working, and found that the famous man next to the master was secretly glancing at them.
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It's like fishing when you're on duty, turning around, and instantly meeting the eyes of the boss quietly standing behind you.
As scary as you want.
Especially Ye Weilai has the strange appearance of a barbarian, with silver hair and gray-blue eyes.
She looks like a ghostly fox girl in a fantasy novel.
Anyway, I was secretly watched by such a silver-haired girl.
All the maids were inevitably a little scared.
I can't help but wonder if they didn't do their job well, or did something wrong...or maybe they were caught saying nasty things about her in private.
In fact, it is not surprising that Ye Weilai put so much pressure on the servants of Meiluyuan.
Who doesn't know that after Mrs. Zhen and the others left, the person in charge of the house in Meiluyuan is now the personal maid next to the master.
Because all the maids and servants in Meiluyuan were originally around Ouyang Rong, responsible for food, clothing, daily life, etc., so now, Ye Weilai, who was closest to Ouyang Rong and most familiar and trusted by him, naturally became the woman in charge of managing the back house.
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Even if everyone sees her, they must bend down and salute respectfully and call out "Miss Ye" or "Sister Ye".
And a few months ago, the dirty white-haired maid was brought back by Ouyang Rong, looking down and out and in a disgusting situation. In addition to the new maid, many old people who are still in Meiluyuan are still vividly aware of it.
Head.
In just a few months, I went from having no clothes to covering my body, to silk and satin, from having nothing to eat, to looking glamorous...
Among the old maids of Meiluyuan, there were quite a few women who secretly spat "Fox Meizi" at Ye Weilai's white-haired waist-length back.
As for why Ye Weilai, a maid who does not conform to the subjective aesthetics of Dazhou men, can become a fox girl.
Regarding this seemingly contradictory question, the maids who were generally sour in their mouths either automatically ignored it, or subconsciously matched it with conclusive reasons:
Needless to say, this foxy girl must have some foreign charm skills that they don't know about. She served and confused the young and ignorant master, so she was so favored. And I heard that this foxy girl
I often call you my master in private, huh, I'm really not ashamed.
As for the master Ouyang Rong who was bewitched by Hu Meizi, is he a lustful man who is so lustful that he is unconscious?
If someone asks them this question.
The subconscious answer of these maids is 100% negative:
Of course not, the master is a well-known gentleman in the world, a good scholar, and a magistrate of a county who is talented in disaster relief and flood control... But it is precisely because of this that he is simple and mellow in matters between men and women, and is easily seduced by foxy people.
In fact, it is not entirely to blame these maids for their double standards, otherwise they would not be able to explain in their hearts why the lecherous master did not extend his "devil's claws" to them...
Therefore, the more they explain themselves to the young county magistrate, the more they can feel at ease and confident.
Therefore, I can only say that being able to win the favor of the master is the ladder to heaven and the way to the blue clouds for the servants.
There is no point in doing things honestly, otherwise look at the new mute cook named Xiu Niang in the back kitchen. In addition to asking for leave a little more often, she works diligently on weekdays. Even the young master often praises her skills.
The most important thing is that her appearance is also very iconic, she is the kind of fresh, fresh and lovable Xiaojiabiyu type. She is also mute and has a broken finger. Even the maids like them can't help but feel affection and closeness in their hearts when they see her, and they can't dislike her.
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But what's the use? Nobles often forget things, let alone the master who is busy with official duties. He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth and forgot about the cook. The master had never summoned her...
Well, most likely it was some foxy girl with white hair and blue eyes who was causing trouble. She was jealous of the embroiderer and was afraid of being taken away from her favor.
I remember seeing this foxy girl running to the kitchen to find the embroiderer, pretending to be modest and trying to learn her dessert-making skills. Now it seems that she wants to teach her apprentices and starve the master to death...
However, in the past two days, there seemed to be something going on at home, and the cook named Xiu Niang was off again.
However, she was lucky enough to avoid the "Little Lady Ye" who wandered around like a convulsion these past two days.
Some of the maids in Meiluyuan thought to themselves.
Seemingly realizing that his behavior was a bit strange, Ye Weilai rolled up his sleeves and wandered around to peek at the hair of the maids in Meiluyuan. This abnormality only lasted for two days, and then everything returned to normal.
It was as if these things had never happened.
The maids in Meiluyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and after this incident, they complained less about Ye Weilai... However, when they saw Xiu Niang returning to the kitchen after finishing the household chores, they inevitably asked her again.
I would like to defend this honest mute cook.
Ye Weilai, who had returned to her original state and seemed to have left her unfamiliar long hair behind, did not know that some of the maids in Meiluyuan were making sarcastic remarks and making sarcastic remarks to her behind her back.
Little did he know that she would be slapped down if she often praised the embroiderer's skills in front of Ouyang Rong who was dining.
But even if she knew, she would probably purse her lips and remain silent.
Ye Weilai doesn't really care whether the maids in Meiluyuan are convinced after taking it orally, well, as long as they can maintain the familiarity and politeness on weekdays.
In other words, what does she need their hearts for? Just be honest and obedient to her.
In Ye Weilai's eyes, she only cares about one person's heart from beginning to end.
I just want to win the heart of one person.
As for the rest, no matter the flood, just don’t get in the way of the master and her...
So at this moment, Ye Weilai was kneeling on the bed obediently and quietly, raising her butt, with her back to the owner who was reading at night at the desk, and her hands were busy sorting out the sheets and spreading the bed quilt.
Outside the window is the ink-like night.
Not long after, Ouyang Rong put down his book, turned off the desk lamp, and walked to the bed in the back room.
"Master is going to sleep?"
"Um."
Ouyang Rong raised his hands to undress and nodded.
"Master, wait a minute, the paving will be done soon."
Ye Weilai knelt down on the bed, still busy with her back, but her hands seemed to speed up a bit.
Ouyang Rong, who yawned, couldn't help but glance at the pink buttocks of the girl who made the bed, slightly sticking out of the bed.
Ye Weilai was wearing a moon-white nightgown today, but she didn't know whether it was because the girl's body grew too fast, or because the fabric around the skirt's hips was too tight, and the tailor cut corners.
When she turned her back to make the bed, her pink buttocks were outlined in a round, inverted heart-shaped arc by the tight and elastic fabric.
Although not too big, her butt shape is excellent.
And quite curvy.
And the most important thing is the tight and elastic youthful vitality under the skirt.
This is what attracts men the most.
Only by experiencing it can you know.
Ouyang Rong took a look and felt that this girl did it on purpose.
The skin is itchy and begs to be beaten.
Ouyang Rong shook his head and shook away the memory of a certain family law that just appeared in his mind.
They were two petals of snow-white, but they seemed to have been ravaged. The white snow was covered with a faint pink halo.
Ouyang Rong moved his eyes away.
After making up the bed quilt, Ye Weilai buried her head in the quilt and seemed to take a sip, then looked back and said with a smile:
"The bedding was freshly dried today, and it still smells like sunshine."
Ouyang Rong thought for a while, then turned around and said, "This may be the smell of mites that were killed by the sun."
"..." Ye Weilai.
Although she wasn't sure what the mites were, she caught the owner's straight man because she was disappointed.
You are worthy of being a master.
"Master." Ye Weila suddenly said.
"Um?"
Ye Weilai looked at him for a while, smiled, and got into the bed first: "It's time to go to bed."
Ouyang Rong was speechless, closed the window and went to bed, but as soon as he passed over Ye Weilai's petite body sleeping on the outside of the bed and entered the bed near the bed, he suddenly picked up something hard and cold in his arms.
Ouyang Rong asked curiously after getting into bed:
"What's this?"
Without saying a word, Ye Weilai took out a white sandalwood target knife from the warm bulging quilt next to her.
Place it in front of Ouyang Rong.
"..." Ouyang Rong leaned back subconsciously.
His head was full of black lines: "Why did you bring this thing to bed? You want to stab me?"
Ye Weilai shook her head, blinked and said, "It's not the slave who's here, it's the master who's here."
Ouyang Rong was not angry and immediately said: "Then I stab you?"
Ye Weilai seemed to have thought of something and her face turned red, even though she knew her master's words were careless.
Ye Weilai reminded in a low voice: "Of course it is for protection. Has the master forgotten what Miss Xie said before?"
Ouyang Rong frowned:
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have told you about the skirt knife. If you touch it again, my junior sister will eat you alive if she knows you touched her knife."
Ye Weilai shook her head and stuffed the skirt knife into Ouyang Rong's arms:
"It's okay. The slave touched the skirt knife, but Miss Xie couldn't sense it. The slave brought it up for the master. Didn't Miss Xie say before that the master should carry the skirt knife and be inseparable, so you can't relax when you sleep."
Ouyang Rong was left speechless. He grabbed the knife, propped himself up, and looked outside into the dark room where the lights were off.
"Okay, okay, master, go to bed soon."
The white-haired maid pressed her breasts tightly against his long and thick arms, shook her head and looked cute.
Ouyang Rong shook his head and did not brave the cold wind and ran out of bed to put the knife away.
Instead, he placed the white sandalwood target knife on the sheets between him and Ye Weila, lay down, and slept honestly.
But he didn't see the smile of the white-haired maid under the quilt next to him dimming.
Her little hand touched the bulging quilt somewhere next to her, and then touched the skirt knife between her and her master's body.
Then, like Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai also closed her eyes.
The room gradually fell silent.
You can hear the needle drop.
There were only two regular breathing sounds belonging to a young man and a girl.
The former snores slightly.
The night is getting darker.
I don't know how long it took.
In front of the gate of Meilin Courtyard, at some point, a slender black shadow appeared.
This black shadow is extremely quiet, as if it is integrated with the darkness.
If you don't take a closer look, you won't be able to detect any clues from a distance.
The embroiderer silently stared at the closed courtyard door in front of her.
One hand stretched out, four fingers gently pressed against the wooden door.
The wooden door was not pushed.
She seemed to be feeling the rough touch of the wood.
At a certain moment, the embroiderer raised her hand again and gently touched the hair that had fallen down from her ears.
He turned around and silently looked to the southeast.
That's Su Mansion.
The mute girl named Xiu Niang, with eyes as clear as the water of a stream, seemed to be able to see through the shadows of trees and the dark night wind, the beautiful figure watching on the roof of a women's boudoir somewhere in the Su Mansion.
Under the moonlight, there was a seventh-grade Confucian lady who was holding her chin in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking about. Her eyes often turned to Tanlang's courtyard.
Yes, the embroiderer has always known.
Tanlang's junior sister is caring about and protecting him.
But this girl Xie had never discovered her existence.
The embroiderer's face was calm, and she didn't blame Miss Xie too much, because she knew how special she was.
Ever since she was brought into that sect, both her teachers and senior sisters had been nagging her that she was special.
The embroiderer is very quiet.
Quiet as a virgin.
So is her sword.
Brake with stillness.
Of course, "quiet" wins.
And apart from stubborn rocks and dead things, is there any creature in this world that is more peaceful than a virgin?
Therefore, as long as Xiu Niang does not vigorously mobilize her spiritual energy cultivation, very few people can "discover" her in this situation, unless her Qi refining skills are special or her cultivation has reached the realm of transformation.
The last time she was at the Beitian Almshouse, she sat silently behind the familiar swordsman with a broken arm.
In addition to "asking for leave" before, I often followed Tan Lang and Miss Xie all day long, and this was also the case.
I've never been noticed by that girl Xie.
In front of the courtyard gate, the embroiderer silently withdrew her gaze.
The pair of embroidered shoes under her feet, which often appeared in front of Ouyang Rong's bed late at night, moved lightly.
The slender figure disappeared from the door.
In the courtyard, there was a soft sound that was so slight that it could be ignored. The door of the main house in the courtyard opened and closed automatically when there was no wind.
And there seemed to be something extra in the house.
After a while, in the shadow of a curtain somewhere in the room, there was a spark-like photoelectric light that suddenly lit up, as if something was burning.
The air in the room seemed hazy and blurry, and a faint scent of sandalwood gradually began to fill the air.
The mute girl stared blankly in the direction of the bed in the back room with her painted eyes.
She shouldn't have come.
But couldn't help it.
After a while, the room seemed to be filled with sandalwood.
In my ears, those two familiar breathing sounds seemed to be deeper.
The embroiderer still didn't move, standing still, as if listening, but also as if she was in a daze.
In fact, this sandalwood is not a drug, but a good thing, which is good for him, but... it makes people a little sleepy.
Immediately, Xiu Niang seemed to come back to her senses, let out a breath, and walked towards the bed where he was sleeping as if she could not control her steps.
At this moment, in a certain bed, there was a white-haired maid sleeping very peacefully.
The little hand holds a knife.
Damn it, why am I so excited when writing this kind of plot? Something is wrong with me...