Ouyang Rong came back early tonight.

I got together for the meal of the second quarter of the unitary.

It's just to bring Xie Lingjiang together.

Wei Lai and the maids of Merlot Garden found out that this little sister of Lang Jun likes to follow Lang Jun to Merlot Garden for dinner recently.

However, Mrs. Zhen welcomed this very much, and naturally no one dared to talk too much.

Merlin Courtyard.

Study, the moon branches outside the window.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang chatted around the table for a while about the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism and the recently popular poetry of talented people in the literary circle of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

For the latter, Ouyang Rong was mainly listening to the little junior sister talk with relish.

In the imperial examination of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were poems in the examination, and the fashion of writing poems became a common practice.

In addition, the singing and dancing of the prosperous era is naturally indispensable to the poetry and whitewashing of literati and ink writers.

It's just that Ouyang Rong has never written any poems, either before or now.

He is not close to women, and his fame is greater than that of poetry.

Nor do they eat on this meager life.

As for copying poems or something.

Who copies poems for serious people?

Ouyang Rong smiled, isn't it much more interesting to deal with floods than this?

Xie Lingjiang glanced at the white-haired maid who was entering the door to deliver snacks, got up and said:

"Senior brother, then I'll go back first."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Ouyang Rong sent Xie Lingjiang out of the study, and the latter did not take the right path, but walked towards the piece of Merlin next to Ouyang Rong's courtyard.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously said: "Senior sister, why don't you change your path, it's not good to pass through someone else's yard." ”

Xie Lingjiang turned back curiously, "How did Senior Brother know that he would pass by someone else's yard?" ”

Ouyang Rong's face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "Guess." ”

"I'm used to it."

Xie Lingjiang looked at him, shook his head and muttered, "I don't know why, the door on this path has been locked recently." ”

Ouyang Rong remained silent: "Hmm, there is still such a thing?" Then don't go, junior sister. ”

Xie Lingjiang raised his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will climb over the wall." ”

"......" Ouyang Rong.

Sending off the little junior sister who took the unusual path, Ouyang Rong shook his head with a chuckle and returned 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 in one hand, and holding the other hand under his small chin to catch the broken powder.

She took small bites, her eyes narrowed, as if she had been sweetened into a lazy kitten.

found that the master entered the door, the white-haired maid's cheeks were bulging, and her eyes immediately widened and were vague: "Boiled kernel ......"

Ouyang Rong didn't smile, walked to the desk and sat down, waiting to see her swallow the sweets in her mouth.

He opened a book casually, stared at it, but didn't look at it, and whispered:

"What's going on in the morning?"

Wei Lai picked up the plate of pastries that had been politely and respectfully delivered by the half-thin maid not long ago, walked over to calm his master's side, and placed the plate on the desk.

The white-haired maid did not hesitate to bend her legs and kneel at his feet, hugging Ouyang Rong's calves under the table with both hands, leaning over, her thin neck was fair, her cute chin rested gently on his thighs, and she rolled her eyes and looked up at her master's face.

Wei Li just stared, not spoke.

Ouyang Rong felt the warmth and dependence coming from his legs.

sighed.

Wei Lan grabbed his right palm with both hands and placed it on her silver hair, which was combed through her sideburns.

The little head rubbed up against his palm.

There was silence in front of and behind the desk, and everything seemed to be silent.

Ouyang Rong felt that his palms were a little itchy.

Still didn't hold back, and looked down at this well-behaved personal maid.

His tone was helpless:

"I said, why did you get up so late last night, was it the official uniform that didn't dry a few days before baking?"

Wei Lai was stunned and blinked her eyes: "The master is really amazing." ”

"Don't sell cute, be serious."

Ouyang Rong bent his fingers and tapped the white-haired little head on his lap, but he took it lightly, and the chestnut didn't reward her too much.

"Big fart, you smell it, is it all smoky?" He pouted and pointed to the light green official uniform on his body.

"Okay, slave sniff."

Wei Lai immediately nodded, and buried her little face forward as she spoke, Ouyang Rong's eyes were quick, and he quickly pressed her little head that pretended to be stupid and probed forward, and said speechlessly:

"Don't make a fuss."

"Hmm, okay."

Wei Lai raised her little face from between Ouyang Rong's palms, the white hair on her forehead was a little messy, and she whispered:

"I'm sorry master, I've been fanning my cigarette for a long time, but I still let my clothes smoke ......"

Wei Lai looked up at him: "Master, don't be angry. ”

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand softly, combed her sideburns and hair on her forehead, shook his head and said:

"Angry...... Those things, I asked you before, but I didn't say anything, I hid them all in my heart and held them by myself...... That's not good, and ......"

He paused, but still spoke:

"I think you're too smart and adaptable, but you don't really need my protection, it seems that I thought about something more before, and now it seems that it is not necessary to ......"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and lowered his eyes, staring at this meek and well-behaved personal maid like a snow-white Persian cat at his feet, and sighed seriously:

"And staying here may be a constraint on you."

Wei Lai saw that the master was not angry, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when she heard the words behind, she closed her eyes and bit her lip again, her little head silently rubbed his palm up, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Wei Lai didn't leave, it was the name given to me by the master, the clothes I was given, and the life I was given...... Vilai has always been a slave to her master, and this will never change. ”

"Your little brain is so smart, you can't waste it, you have to read some books and understand some reasoning before you can take the right path......"

Ouyang Rong muttered as if to himself, he lifted the smooth chin on his leg with the palm of his hand, lowered his head and looked at her with his face up, stared at these dreamy and beautiful gray and blue eyes and said:

"From tomorrow onwards, those chores will be less done, and you will sit next to me while I study, and I will teach you to read."

Wei Lai thought about it, and nodded happily with a small face.

She doesn't care if she is illiterate or not, as long as she can be close to her master and be by her master's side, she will be satisfied.

If the master can teach her to read, won't she have more time to be close, and besides, maybe she can help the master in the future.

Ouyang Rong looked at the white-haired little maid who was excited a little speechlessly.

Good guys, you think reading and learning is fun?

While complaining in his heart, he suddenly remembered something, Ouyang Rong asked with a smile at Wei Lai:

"By the way, are you lying? I remember a certain girl said that a lying maid is going to be spanked, hum. ”

It was just a sentence that made the little girl embarrassed, but Ouyang Rong never expected that as soon as this remark came out, the little face of the girl who was originally obediently kneeling at her feet was stunned for a while, and she suddenly stood up, bent down silently, and lay on his legs.

The white-haired maid's slender body was horizontal, like a soft blanket that could be kneaded into any shape, covering Ouyang Rong's legs.

Her little head hung low in the air, and the neatly combed white hair and double hanging sideburns slid down from her red ears, but fortunately, Ouyang Rong was slender, and the chair she sat on was high enough, so that her long silver-white hair like a waterfall did not touch the floor.

“……”

“……”

The girl lay in ambush, motionless and silent.

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth lightly, and he was speechless for a while.

If you just jokingly said something, and now you take it back immediately, will it seem a little embarrassing and cowardly? Don't have to lose face in front of the personal maid.

In addition, Ouyang Rong also forgot a little that it was no longer his previous life, and a random word in his mouth could have a great impact, making the listener treat it solemnly, and even an order, majestic and irresistible.

So, the master and servant kept this strange posture for a long time, and for some reason, no one spoke.

The atmosphere in front of the desk gradually fell into a strange condensation......

Brothers who like this kind of daily delicate style, you can go to Kangkang Xiaorong's first book "I Have a Sword Fairy Lady", in which this kind of daily delicate description is full of volume, it is a multi-heroine, delicate emotional drama, non-upgraded text~