In fact, Wei Lai doesn't sleep every morning, just like a little lazy pig.

Later than him.

The little girl still has an early time to get up.

Earlier than this day.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and closed them again.

Reaching out, he touched the empty futon on the left side, and felt the embroidered sheets with the girl's residual warmth in his palm.

He rolled over, lifted the curtains, and poked his head out to look at the half-hidden window beside the bed.

The house was still a little dark, darker than the view in the courtyard outside the window.

Last night it rained in the middle of the night, sometimes continuously, sometimes rapidly, sometimes fiercely, until the second half of the night when the rain stopped.

Don't ask Ouyang Rong why he knows so clearly.

I'm a little tired.

Before dawn, the sky after the rain was as dark as a curtain of blue and blue.

The moon is still faintly visible in the west, but it may be the morning sun that is rising in the east, but this angle is not real.

I don't know if it's the same as Ouyang Rong, he didn't get up, or it's a problem of angle.

"This stupid girl, what are you doing again?"

Ouyang Rong muttered, stretched out in the futon, and then covered his face with the quilt as if it was rotten, and lay flat with his eyes closed and didn't want to move.

It's not that I was too tired last night, but it's a little early now.

I don't know what to do when I get up now, I ran to the county office too early, and the little junior sister and the others are not on duty yet.

Yesterday, he went to inspect the first phase of the completed Folding Wing Canal, and in the two days before the ribbon-cutting ceremony, the wind and waves were calm, and things suddenly relaxed, which made Ouyang Rong, who had been tossing with high intensity before, a little uncomfortable.

If it weren't for Ouyang Rong's general knowledge of what the Liu family was going to do at the ribbon-cutting ceremony, as well as the arrangement he prepared, and the daily reports of Ah Shan and Liulang, Ouyang Rong would really think that Longcheng County was really like this.

But the calm before the storm.

Ouyang Rong told himself like this, which can be regarded as explaining the faint restlessness in his heart.

And this idleness is naturally a transfer of abundant energy to another place.

So in the middle of last night's sleep, Wei Lai, who had been unintentionally neglected by him for many nights, was obsessed with him for a while, Ouyang Rong had to turn around, hugged him and looked up at his little girl, and told a sage truth in righteous words.

It's a pity that the white-haired maid doesn't listen to the sage's reasoning, and only wants another great truth that belongs to the master.

was more interested in the irrepressible righteousness of the master, and in the end, her little face was covered with holy white light, bathed in the afterglow of the righteousness of Haoran, and tasted the true truth.

Quiet back room, on the bed.

The tip of Ouyang Rong's nose silently sniffed the virgin body fragrance on the futon that belonged to the girl who had not yet left the pavilion.

Thinking that he was forced to bow his head last night under the strong obsession of the white-haired maid, he imparted a wave of knowledge about the water control of Butterfly Creek, and cured the flood of another Butterfly Creek in a manner similar to the first phase of the Folding Wing Canal.

A look of helplessness slowly appeared on Ouyang Rong's face.

couldn't help but close his eyes and sighed:

"Positive gas leakage, remember the big mistake again."

It's a pity that no one testified to this secret determination, but it was just like the whispers of many previous masters who had eavesdropped on the bed under him at this moment......

Seeing that it was getting brighter outside, Ouyang Rong lifted the futon on his face and got up.

He was woken up in the morning by Vila.

The little girl didn't know what to do, she was so persevering today, she broke away from his warm embrace and got up early to go out.

Ouyang Rong propped up half of his body with his arms, moved off the bed, sat on the edge of the couch, and suddenly touched something in the futon with his left hand.

It's soft, it's soft.

He grabbed it with his hand and felt it was a thin piece of cloth.

Take a closer look at your eyes.

Ouyang Rong was full of black lines.

Why is this little girl even throwing her belly pocket everywhere?

Speechlessly, his fingertips felt some wetness on the fabric of his belly pocket in addition to the soft touch, so he coughed and put it down.

I was going to tuck my hand under the pillow.

But at this time, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the appearance of this diamond-shaped belly pocket.

At this moment, the sky in the courtyard outside the house has brightened a lot, and the inside of the house can see things roughly.

The diamond-shaped belly pocket has a peach-colored color with a semi-round neck at the top and rounded corners at the bottom.

The workmanship is meticulous, but the patterns embroidered on it make Ouyang Rong more and more curious.

Ouyang Rong's face was strange and he muttered:

"Why did you embroider a black earth dog? Do you still ride a doll on a dog? Is this a custom in Weilai's hometown? ”

At this time, there was a "squeak" outside the door, and there was the sound of pushing the door and footsteps.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously turned his head to look.

I saw Wei Lai walk into the house with copper water in her hand, and now she looked at him in place, her little face flushed.

It should have been seen that he was holding his belly pocket in his hand and approaching the wrong move.

"Well, I'm not ......"

Ouyang Rong put down his pink belly pocket and opened his mouth to explain, but before the words could be spoken, Wei Lai had already buried her red face, stepped forward carefully, and rested the washing copper basin on the wooden frame next to the bed.

She wiped her two little hands on the towel hanging on the shelf, quickly glanced at Ouyang Rong, and whispered:

"Dirty, don't use this, master."

After speaking, Wei Lai took the peach belly pocket in Ouyang Rong's hand and threw it into the basket on the side.

"Use ...... With a new one, it's warmer. ”

The voice is as thin as a mosquito, and the tone is shy, stupid and happy.

Ouyang Rong was stunned, "Huh? ”

Turning her back to him, she pulled her hand and untied her belt, shrunk her shoulders and removed her skirt, and she raised her hands to meet at the back of her neck, untying the knot of the ribbon on her belly pocket at the back of her neck.

And the one on the body is a pink and white blue lotus embroidered belly pocket.

It seems that it was originally intended for Ouyang Rong's new hot clothes.

Ouyang Rong's eyelids jumped, he moved like a rabbit, jumped off the bed, came to the white haired maid with a back as white as snow, thin and smooth, grabbed the skirt, and put it on for her.

Don't forget to reward her with a chestnut on her little head with double hanging sideburns.

"What do you think, put on it and don't catch a cold."

Ouyang Rong taught a lesson.

Wei Lai covered her head, couldn't help but turn around, and hugged the slender and warm body of her master, who was two heads taller than her.

She raised her face, saw that her master was not angry, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and pecked at his chin, which was still slightly stubble, well, out of reach of his mouth.

Ouyang Rong pressed Wei Lai's white-haired head down, pretending to be disgusted:

"I haven't cleaned my mouth, isn't it dirty? Go and help me pick up the coat, where to put the willow, I'll go and wash my face......"

Wei Lai ran quickly to wash him up.

After a while, Ouyang Rong finished washing, wiped his face clean, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Wei Lai, why did you embroider a soil dog and a baby on your clothes?"

The white-haired maid who was kneeling on the bed and arranging the bedding stiffened.

Ouyang Rong was stunned when he saw this: "What's wrong?" What did I say wrong? ”

Wei Lai turned around, made a bitter face, and said with a pout:

"It's not a dirt dog, then ...... It is a unicorn embroidered by a slave, a picture of a unicorn sending a child, imitating the embroidery of the sisters, and it is embroidered by the slave with a needle and a thread. ”

“……”

Ouyang Rong was instantly silent.

He couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at the crumpled peach-colored fabric in the basket not far away.

The little unicorn looks quite chic.

Ouyang Rong said in his heart.

At this time, seeing the little face of the white-haired maid beside the bed, she wanted to cry, and her hands unconsciously pulled up the corners of her clothes.

Ouyang Rong remained silent and immediately said:

"Of course I know that it's the unicorn who sent the son, it's to tease you, look at the bluff that scared you, it's so stupid."

After a pause, he sighed:

"Ah, don't move your head to think about it, master, I'm so powerful, how can I not recognize the unicorn?

"Well, there is a big one painted on the mural in the hall of the county government, and I see it every day, and I know that this thing has turned to ashes."

Ouyang Rong's words were convincing, and he almost slapped his chest with both hands and swore to the sky.

Well, you know it when you turn into ashes, but it's hard to say when you turn into a dog.

Wei Lai's little face was stunned for a moment, tilted her head slightly, and said crisply: "Really? ”

Ouyang Rong blinked and said, "Can there still be a fake?" Isn't this unicorn sending a child just to pray for more children and more blessings, no one should understand. ”

Immediately, he saw that the cute and wrinkled little face of a white-haired maid lying on the bed and looking back suddenly smiled.

"The host was so nice~"

She turned her head over, humming a little song in her mouth again, her little face was happy, and she continued to make the bed and fold the quilt.

Although the little girl has a smart and clever head, she is very easy to coax, of course, only Ouyang Rong alone.

Wei Lai's sleeves were rolled up to half of her arms, and before making the bed and folding the quilt, she changed the futon and quietly cleaned up some of the traces left last night.

Wei Lai's body bones were still a little weak, and after a while, the two pink lips opened slightly, and she was panting.

She was a little tired from tossing, and she didn't know if it was because something happened last night that she hadn't fully recovered, and even Ouyang Rong, who was not far away, could hear the girl's delicate gasp.

But the girl did not complain.

Ouyang Rong turned around and walked to help, but was pushed away by Wei Lai's soft and rigid attitude, and she also sneered "Master don't".

In fact, she can wait for the master to leave and hand over these chores to the rough workers outside.

But Wei Lai was not reluctant, she didn't want any other maids to step into this Merlin courtyard if it was not necessary.

It's a cosy little home away from home with her host.

The little girl is like a lioness with a strong sense of territory.

Because the master's life is not all her, but her life is all the master.

Of course, for certain things and certain fates, Wei Lai also has self-knowledge.

But at least, in this "small cage" right now, a certain white-haired maid quietly stored a very bold and presumptuous careful thought of temporarily monopolizing the owner.

Seeing the little girl's happy and cheerful back, Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the smile on his face gradually retracted.

It seems that something came up with from the "unicorn send-off".

Ouyang Rong fell silent.

Half an hour later, Ouyang Rong finished washing and dressing, Wei Lai also finished tidying up the house, Ouyang Rong took her out with her, and went to the front hall for breakfast.

On the corridor, after walking for a while, Ouyang Rong didn't look back and asked:

"Wei Lai, that unicorn sending sub-picture...... Who asked you to embroider? ”

The words fell, and he found that the girl behind him was quiet.

After a while, Wei Lai's subtle voice came:

"It's the big lady, the big lady said that this embroidery is auspicious...... Does the host not like it? Still is...... Have mercy on the slave in that matter? ”

Ouyang Rong didn't respond, wrapped his sleeves in his hands, and walked forward silently.

He actually reacted to one thing.

There are some things that must be planned ahead of time, and we can no longer hesitate to procrastinate.

Moreover, at the moment, it seems that the time is quite right for him to propose it now......

Behind, the white-haired maid stared at the quiet back of her master, and her little face showed some confusion and expectation.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was not uncommon for this kind of personal maid or bed-warming concubine to give birth to a child for the male host.

Even if it is a lady who is marrying a lady in the Ming media, or even a noble girl with five surnames and a princess of the royal family, before marrying a round house, she may let the maid go to try to marry her husband first...... The atmosphere of the Qianzhou Dynasty was quite open.

It's just that Wei Lai and Zhen don't know Ouyang Rong's true thoughts.

A quarter of an hour later.

Merlot Court's breakfast hall.

As usual, at the small round table, Ouyang Rong and his uncle Zhen sat around to eat.

Wei Lai, Ban Xi and other maids serve their side and are ready to listen at any time.

Zhen wore a blue shirt and red dress today, with a white Luo painting on her shoulders, her hair was full of pearls, and a pair of eyes turned to her beloved nephew who was calmly sipping porridge:

"How about Tan Lang taste this almond porridge?"

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his eyelids, staring at the tablecloth, as if he had something on his mind:

"New chef?"

"It's not."

The corners of Zhen's mouth, which was dotted with a light mole, curled up, and asked rhetorically:

"Why doesn't Tan Lang even know the porridge boiled by the personal maid in his room, he's been too busy these days?"

"Wei Lai's boil? Do you have this craft? ”

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised, and looked at the white-haired maid next to him who was silently stirring honey candy crisp for him.

Zhen's smile and chanting:

"The cook seems to have something at home, she has taken leave for the past two days, Wei Lai, this girl has learned a lot of skills from the cook in the back kitchen before, she is silent, and the concubine has only recently learned about it."

She glanced at Wei Lai, who was honest and attentive to Tan Lang on the side, and her eyes showed some approval.

"Almond porridge, mung bean cake, and a few spicy dishes that Tan Lang likes to eat, Wei Lai girl imitates them well, Tan Lang doesn't seem to have eaten any difference."

Ouyang Rong smiled and didn't speak.

The aunt rarely praised Wei Lai, he picked any bone in the egg, and he didn't have time to assist.

Zhen pinched his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and said slowly:

"Wei Lai, this personal maid is doing well, she can take care of Tan Lang."

After speaking, she also glanced at Wei Lai's long silver-white hair, frowning imperceptibly, but after all, she didn't show that disgust.

On the side of the table, Ban Xiao and other maids looked sideways at Wei Lai.

The faces of the maids were a little complicated.

The white-haired maid's expression remained calm, and it was not until she noticed that her master's eyes were shining, and her gray-blue eyes trembled a little shyly.

Ouyang Rong put down the porridge bowl and looked at Wei Lai.

I was a little sighing for a while.

Now it seems.

This personal maid who was exchanged for five buckets of rice actually didn't need him to escort her.

is so smart, studious, and adaptable, even Zhen, who has always been mean and serious to the maid, can be handled by her.

He still worries too much.

However, Ouyang Rong also felt a little sorry in his heart, if only Wei Lai was a man.

If he wants to leave in the future, he can give her some sunny future, such as letting the little junior sister take her to the White Deer Cave Academy to apprentice, or letting the Ouyang clan support her to study.

Ke Weilai is daughter, and now that he has become Ouyang Rong's personal maid, he can only continue to arrange the path that he had always expected.

The young county commander sighed in his heart.

There was one thing that he didn't wait for any longer, and he decided to talk to Zhen today.