In the past two days, there has been a lot of pressure on the maids and servants of Merlot Garden.

It's not because the young county makes it difficult for the old man to serve.

On the contrary, Hades is easy to see, but the imps are difficult.

In fact, this analogy is not appropriate, the county commander is not the king of Hades, and the personal maid around him is not a ghost, but it means so.

Ye Weilai, the personal maid beside the master, has often run to hang out among the maids and servants in the yard these days.

From time to time, his eyes looked at them, floating around.

If it is a bright and bright scrutiny, then it is enough, what makes the maids of Merlot Park a little scared is that when they are working, they occasionally turn their heads to look at them casually, only to find that the big celebrity next to the master is quietly glancing at them.

It's like touching a fish when you're on duty, turning around, and instantly colliding with the eyes of the boss standing behind you.

How scary it is to be scary.

In particular, Ye Weilai still has the strange appearance of a barbarian, with silver hair and gray-blue eyes.

It's like the fox girl and ghost sister in the monster.。

Anyway, he was secretly targeted by such a silver-haired girl.

The maids were inevitably a little panicked in their hearts.

I can't help but wonder if they haven't done their job well, or if they have done something wrong...... Or was caught saying sour things about her in private.

In fact, it's no wonder that Ye Weilai put so much pressure on the maids of Merlot Park.

Who doesn't know that after Mrs. Zhen and the others left, the person in charge of the house in Merlot Park now is the personal maid next to the master.

Because all the maids in Merlot Garden were originally revolving around Ouyang Rong, responsible for food, clothing, and daily life, so right now, Ye Weilai, who was closest to Ouyang Rong and was most familiar and trusted by him, naturally became the woman in charge of managing the back house.

Even if anyone sees it, they all have to bow down respectfully and shout "Little Lady Ye" or "Sister Ye".

And a few months ago, the dirty white-haired maid was brought back by Ouyang Rong when she was depressed and disgusted, in addition to the new maid, many old people who were still in Merlot Park still remember it vividly.

In just a few months, from being unclothed, to silk and satin, from not being able to eat to being glamorous......

Among the old maids in Merlot Garden, there are many women who privately look at Ye Wei's waist-length white hair and secretly sip a mouthful of "fox charm".

As for why Ye Weilai, a maid who does not quite conform to the subjective aesthetics of the Da Zhou man, can be a fox.

For this seemingly paradoxical question, the maids with general pantothenic acid in their mouths either automatically ignore it, or subconsciously match the conclusive reasons:

Needless to say, this fox must have some kind of foreign charm that they don't know, and the young and ignorant master will be so pampered, and I heard that this fox often calls the master in private, hum, it's really not ashamed.

As for the old man Ouyang Rong, who was bewitched by the fox, is he a womanizer who is stunned?

If someone asks them that question.

Then these maids subconsciously answered 100% no:

Of course not, the old man is a well-known righteous gentleman in the world, a seed of reading, and a county commander who is talented in disaster relief and flood control...... But it is precisely because of this that the things of men and women are simple and mellow, and they are easy to be bewitched by foxes.

In fact, it's not entirely to blame the girls for their double standards, otherwise they can't explain in their hearts why the lord of the evil ghost in the color didn't stretch out his "claws" to them......

Therefore, the more they explain to the young county magistrate in their hearts, the more they can feel at ease and justifiably sour white-haired maids.

Therefore, it can only be said that being able to please the master is the ladder to the sky and the way of the clouds under the maid.

Just doing things honestly, there is no use for fart, otherwise you look at the new dumb cook named Xiuniang in the back kitchen, except for asking for leave a little more often, she works diligently on weekdays, and even the young man often praises her skills.

The most important thing is that it looks very symbolic, it is the kind of fresh and delicate, cute little jasper type, dumb and severe, even when they see it, these maids can't help but feel pity and closeness in their hearts, and they can't hate it.

But what's the use? The nobles forget a lot, not to mention the busy lord, who put down the chopsticks and wiped his mouth and left the cook behind, and never saw the lord summon her......

Well, eighty percent is a white-haired and blue-eyed fox who is a stalk, jealous of the embroidery girl, afraid of being taken away and pampered.

I remember seeing this fox girl running to the back kitchen to find the embroidery girl, and learning her skills in making dim sum with a fake and modest appearance, but now it seems that she wants to teach the apprentice and starve the master to death......

However, in the past two days, it seems that there is something at home, and the cook named Xiuniang is absent from leave.

However, she was also lucky, and avoided the "Little Lady Ye" who had convulsions in the past two days.

Some of the maids in Merlot Park secretly said in their hearts.

As if he had noticed that his behavior was a little strange, Ye Wei caged her sleeves and wandered around to peek at the hair of the maids in Merlot Garden, which lasted only two days, and then everything returned to normal.

It's as if none of this ever happened.

The maids in Merlot Park breathed a sigh of relief, and after this incident, there were fewer complaints about Ye Weilai...... It's just that when I saw the embroidery girl who seemed to have returned to the back kitchen after the housework was handled, it was inevitable that I would have to fight for this honest dumb cook.

And Ye Weilai, who has recovered as before, seems to have left her unfamiliar long hair behind, and she doesn't know that some maids in Merlot Park are sneering and sour about her behind her back.

I don't know, she who often praises the craftsmanship of embroidery in front of Ouyang Rong, who eats, will be beaten upside down.

But even if she knew, she would probably be silent.

Ye Weilai didn't care too much about whether these maids in the courtyard of Merlot Park were convinced after oral administration, well, as long as they could maintain familiarity and politeness on weekdays.

In other words, what does she want their hearts for? Just be honest and obedient to her.

In Ye Weilai's eyes, she only cares about someone's heart from beginning to end.

I only want to win the heart of one person.

As for the rest, let it flood and leave it in the way of the master and her......

So at this moment, Ye Weilai was kneeling on the bed obediently and quietly, cocking her little buttocks, turning her back to the master who was reading at night on the other side of the desk, and busily arranging the sheets and spreading the bed quilt with both hands.

Outside the window, the night is like ink.

After a while, Ouyang Rong put down the book, extinguished the lamp on the desk, and walked to the bed in the back room.

"The master is going to sleep?"

"Hmm."

Ouyang Rong lifted his clothes and nodded.

"Wait, master, it's almost done."

Ye Weilai knelt on the bed, still busy with her back, but her hands seemed to speed up a little.

Ouyang Rong, who was yawning, couldn't help but look at the pink buttocks that the girl who made the bed was slightly pouting in the direction of the outside of the bed.

Ye Weilai is wearing a moon-white nightdress today, but I don't know if the girl's body is developing too fast, or the fabric of the skirt hips is too compact, and the tailor cuts corners.

As she made the bed with her back, her pink buttocks were outlined in a rounded inverted heart by the tight, elastic fabric.

It's not big, but the hip shape is excellent.

And it's upright.

And the most important thing is the tight and elastic youthful vitality under the skirt.

That's what attracts men the most.

You will only know if you have experienced it.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it, and always felt that this girl was deliberate.

It's itchy and itchy.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, shaking away the memories that had just come to mind after the execution of the family law.

It was two snow-white things, but it seemed to have been ravaged, and the snow-white was covered with a faint pink glow.

Ouyang Rong looked away.

After tidying up the bed, Ye Weilai buried her head in the futon as if she sniffed, looked back and smiled:

"The futon is freshly dried today, and it still smells of sunshine."

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and turned around, "This may be the smell of sunburned mites." ”

"......" Ye Weilai.

Although I don't know exactly what kind of mite is, the owner's straight man was disappointed, and she caught it.

It's a master.

"Master." Ye Wei said suddenly.

"Huh?"

Ye Weilai looked at him for a while, smiled, and took the lead in getting into the bed: "It's time to sleep." ”

Ouyang Rong was speechless, closed the window and went to bed, but he had just crossed the petite body of Ye Weilai, who was sleeping on the outside of the bed, and entered the quilt near the inside of the bed, when he suddenly held something hard and cold in his arm.

Ouyang Rong asked curiously after entering the bed:

"What is this?"

Ye Weilai didn't say a word, and took out a white sandalwood jade target knife from the warm bulging quilt next to her.

Put it in front of Ouyang Rong.

"......" Ouyang Rong subconsciously leaned back.

His head was full of black lines: "Why are you taking this thing to bed?" Want to stab me? ”

Ye Weilai shook her head, blinked and said, "It's not the slave who comes, it's the master who comes." ”

Ouyang Rong was not angry, and immediately said, "Then I'll stab you?" ”

Ye Weilai seemed to have thought of something, and her little face flushed, although she knew that her master's words were careless.

Ye Weilai reminded in a low voice: "Of course it's a talisman, has the master forgotten what Miss Xie said before?" ”

Ouyang Rong frowned:

"I knew that I wouldn't have told you about the skirt knife, and you touched it again, if the little junior sister knew that you were messing with her knife, she would eat you raw."

Ye Weilai shook her head and stuffed the skirt knife into Ouyang Rong's arms:

"It's okay, the slave touched the skirt knife, and Miss Xie couldn't sense it, the slave was helping the master to get it, didn't Miss Xie say before that she wanted the master to carry the skirt knife and be inseparable, so she couldn't relax when she slept."

Ouyang Rong was speechless, grabbed the knife, propped himself up, and looked at the dark room outside.

"Alright, alright, master go to bed."

The white-haired maid's chest pressed against his thick arms, shook it, and tilted her head to sell cuteness.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, and didn't brave the cold wind to run out of bed to put the knife.

Instead, he put the white sandalwood jade target knife on the sheet between him and Ye Weilai, lay down, and slept honestly.

I didn't see the smile of the white-haired maid next to him who was nested down.

Her little hand touched the bulging futon 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 fell silent.

Needle drops can be heard.

There are only two regular breathing sounds belonging to a young man and a young girl.

The former is a little slightly snoring.

The night was getting deeper.

I don't know how long it took.

In front of the gate of Merlin's small courtyard, I don't know when, a slender black shadow appeared.

This dark shadow was extremely quiet, as if it had become one with the darkness.

If you don't take a closer look, you can't find the slightest clue from a distance.

The embroidered girl silently stared at the closed courtyard door in front of her.

One hand was stretched out, and four fingers were lightly attached to the wooden door.

There is no push-to-push wooden door.

She seemed to feel the rough touch of the board.

At a certain moment, the embroidery girl raised her hand again and gently stroked the sideburns that slipped from her ears.

Turning his head, he silently glanced at the southeast.

That's Sioux House.

The mute girl named Xiuniang, with eyes as clear as the water of a stream, seemed to be able to see the shadow on the roof of a woman's boudoir somewhere in Su Mansion through the shadows of the trees and the dark night wind.

Under the moon, there was a seventh-grade Confucian female gentleman who was holding her chin in a daze, and she didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes often turned to Tanlang's courtyard.

That's right, the embroidery girl has always known.

That little sister of Tan Lang was caring for and protecting him.

But this Miss Xie has never discovered her existence.

Xiu Niang's little face was calm, and she didn't blame this Xie girl much, because she knew how special she was.

Since she was brought into that sect, both the teacher and the senior sisters have been nagging and telling her that she is very special.

The embroiderer is extremely quiet.

Quiet as a virgin.

So so is her sword.

Static braking.

Of course, it is "quiet" victory.

And in addition to the dead things of stubborn stones, is there a more quiet creature in this world than a virgin?

Therefore, as long as Xiuniang does not vigorously mobilize her aura cultivation, there are very few people who can "discover" her in this situation, unless the qi refining technique is special, or the cultivation is to the realm of transformation.

The last time she was at the Beitian Nursing Home, she sat silently behind the familiar swordsman with broken arms.

In addition to "asking for leave" before, he often followed Tan Lang and Miss Xie all day long, and the same was true.

It was never noticed by that Miss Xie.

In front of the courtyard gate, the embroidery girl silently withdrew her gaze.

The pair of embroidered shoes that often appeared in front of Ouyang Rong's bed late at night under her feet moved lightly.

The slender figure disappeared in front of the door.

In the courtyard, with a slight and negligible sound appeared, the door of the main house in the courtyard opened and closed without wind.

And in the house, there seems to be something more.

After a while, in the shadow of a curtain somewhere in the house, there was a light light like a spark, which suddenly lit up, as if something was on fire.

The air in the room seemed to be hazy and blurred, and a faint smell of sandalwood began to diffuse.

The dumb girl's paint-like eyes stared blankly in the direction of the bed in the back room,

She shouldn't have come.

But couldn't help it.

In a few moments, the house seemed to be overflowing with sandalwood.

In my ears, the two familiar breaths seemed to be a little deeper.

The embroidery girl still didn't move, standing still, as if listening, and as if she was in a daze.

In fact, this sandalwood is not a drug, but a good thing, good for him, but ...... It's a little drowsy.

Immediately, the embroidery girl seemed to come back to her senses, exhaled lightly, and walked uncontrollably towards his sleeping bed.

And at this moment, in a certain quilt, there is a white-haired maid sleeping very peacefully.

Small hands hold knives.

Damn, why am I writing this kind of plot, full of energy? Something is wrong with me......

(End of chapter)