There is very little moonlight tonight.

Sandalwood fills the house.

A mute woman slowly stepped out of the shadow of the curtain in the antechamber.

She turned her head to look at the wooden frame next to Ouyang Rong's bed.

The wooden frame was within easy reach of the bed, and a long sword hung from it.

It is quite familiar, as if it is the sword of the one-armed swordsman from Chang'an that day.

The embroidery lady silently returned her gaze and threw herself into the dark bed in the inner room.

The two hands at her side quietly pinched the hem of the clothes at her side, and they were making a wiping motion.

A few days ago, before Mrs. Zhen left, she heard Ye Weilai, who came to the back kitchen to learn the craft, mention that Tan Lang seemed to be a little hot in the past few days, and there was even a dogwood smell on his mouth and face when he got up early.

Only then did the embroidery girl know that it was her own negligence.

Because she often soaks in the kitchen and uses dogwood to make spicy dishes, she has a strong dogwood flavor on her hands, but she doesn't realize it.

As a result, in those few nights, he often quietly came to Meilin's courtyard to visit Tan Lang, and when he couldn't help but caress his sleeping face with his palm, he left some of the spicy taste of dogwood on his face.

The moonlight leaking from the crack in the window happened to shine on the delicate side face of the embroidery girl, and also shone on the apologetic look on her side face.

She lowered her head, raised her hand, and sniffed the onion fingers of her right hand, as if to confirm something, before continuing to walk forward to Ouyang Rong's bedside.

In the bed, Ouyang Rong was lying on his back, his hands raised, palms folded, and pillows behind his head.

Ye Weilai also seemed to be lying on her back, her whole body retracted into the quilt, and even the little head on the embroidered pillow was mostly covered by the embroidered mattress, revealing only a pair of closed eyes, and her breath and breath were all revealed from the gap in the quilt.

looked at the silver-haired and blue-eyed personal maid beside Tan Lang.

The embroiderer's eyes reveal a complex and incomprehensible color.

There is comfort, envy, sorrow, and sorrow.

Putting aside some things, the embroidery lady actually has a good impression of Ye Weilai.

Among the maids and servants with broken mouths in Merlot Garden, some of the recent comments about Ye Weilai have naturally been heard by the embroidery girl.

But she didn't care.

She only looks at what Ye Weilai has done, whether she is wholeheartedly good to Tan Lang, and whether she will cause trouble to Tan Lang......

These are sufficient.

Words are only vain.

Deeds are confessions.

This is the case with embroidery girls.

This is also a truth that she realized very early on.

Because she couldn't speak.

can only act silently.

But the more innocent it is, the more pure it is.

This is true of the way of the sword, and the same is true of the way of love.

The embroiderer is mute, but not wood.

Who can be ruthless?

Sometimes there is something blocking her heart, opening her mouth to "ah", and there is no way to vent.

The embroidery girl told herself what she was going to do, what to do, whatever it was, at least not at all.

So the embroidery girl came, even if she couldn't recognize him at all.

As a senior sister once said to her:

“…… Little junior sister, instead of standing on the cliff for a thousand years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for a night. ”

Embroidery has a lot of senior sisters.

Some are harsh, some are cold, some are warm.

But they all treat her like family.

However, sometimes, the word family also means responsibility.

The embroidery lady does not complain about fate.

Contented.

In particular, there was a chance to meet him......

The embroidery girl's lowered eyes moved away from Ye Weilai's face and looked at Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.

A few days ago, Ye Weilai followed Mrs. Zhen and came back halfway, it was a very happy time for her.

In addition to the emotional ups and downs on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, in the next few days, Tan Lang went out early and returned early, regularly ate the meals she cooked, went to bed early, and at night she lit sleepy sandalwood, and was able to go to bed again, curl her body, bury her head in his arms, and fall asleep.

Although he occasionally woke up near dawn, there would be tears falling from his sleep for some reason, wetting his chest.

But this kind of ordinary life like a world of two people makes the embroidery girl a little addicted.

It's like a real couple.

It's a pity that Tanlang's personal maid is back, and Tanlang seems to like her a lot.

Moreover, when the embroidery lady just entered the house, she also saw the embroidery stool where the woman was sitting at Tanlang's desk, and some green handwriting copying calligraphy on the table.

Tanlang also seems to be teaching her how to write.

In front of the bed, the eyes of the mute woman who was silently lifting the curtain and staring at the couch suddenly dimmed.

"Ah......h

There was an incomparably faint woman's voice, which sounded in the darkness in front of the bed in the back room.

It's a pity that she is so cowardly and lowly that she can't even be disturbed by a nightingale.

The embroiderer was silent.

There were four fingers on the tips of the fingers slowly caressing Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.

Like a breeze, it brushed the curve of his diamond-angled face, and then brushed his eyes, nose, lips and chin.

Obviously, she shouldn't have this kind of emotion now.

She is also not qualified to have no identity to generate such emotions.

Just like when the ribbon-cutting ceremony was followed all the way to Donglin Temple that day, and I saw Tan Lang and the noble daughter of the Xie family walking into the main hall for marriage together.

But why is it that the heart is like a lake reflecting the flowing clouds, flickering bright and dark, low and uncomfortable for a while, and happy for a while?

The embroidered girl stood quietly in front of the bed, quietly stroking Ouyang Rong's face for a while.

His fingers felt the temperature on his skin unmistakably.

It seems to be a lot more reassuring.

At a certain moment, Xiuniang turned her head silently and looked at Ye Weilai, who breathed the same regularly and slept peacefully.

In the darkness, her eyes as clear as a stream couldn't help but reveal some envy.

Time passed little by little.

He waited quietly in front of the bed for a few moments.

Xiuniang bent down, crossed Ye Weilai on the outside of the bed, and took care of the futon corner for Ouyang Rong.

She turned away from the bed and walked to the door.

The room was still quiet.

The footsteps of the mute girl were as light as a feather and silent.

But the embroidery girl walked halfway, and her back suddenly stopped.

She turned her back to the quiet bed and didn't move.

In my ears, the sound of two sleeping breaths was still very regular.

The embroidered girl suddenly turned around and walked back to the bed in the dark.

Her eyes didn't look at Tanlang.

Instead, he kept his eyes on the white-haired girl sleeping on the outside of the bed.

The embroidery girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

I remember that every time I came in the middle of the night, the white-haired maid would lie on her side with Tan Lang's arm tightly and sleep, and she liked to drool and wipe the clothes on Tan Lang's arm.

Xiuniang walked to the side of the bed and looked at Ye Weilai, who was lying on her back and closed her eyes, for a while.

Ye Weilai's mouth and nose were covered by futon, and only her closed eyes and white hair bangs on her forehead could be seen.

The embroidery girl looked at it for a while.

"Lord...... Master...... Don't leave...... Don't leave your slaves behind......"

After a while, the white-haired maid murmured between her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyeballs also rolled under her eyelids, as if she was in some strange dream.

The white-haired maid turned sideways slightly, turned her back to the embroidery girl, and hugged Ouyang Rong's arm.

It's the standard saliva wiping posture again.

After silently looking at the pair of masters and servants on the bed for a while, Xiuniang retracted her gaze and turned away from the bed.

After a while, there was a slight opening sound in the direction of the door, and then there was a "squeak", as if it was closed again.

Silence returned to the room.

Only a faint scent of sandalwood lingers around the bed.

I don't know how long it was.

The air in the room was still quiet.

It's like no one has ever been here.

Only in the bed, the two regular breathing sounds of a young man and a young girl.

Until......

"Whew~ It's dangerous...... It's dangerous. ”

There was a sound of relief that was trying to suppress the faint sound of the bedside sounding imperceptibly.

I saw that Ye Weilai, who was holding Ouyang Rong's arm sideways and facing away from the door, didn't know when she had opened her eyes.

Ye Weilai's mouth and nose poked out from under the futon.

It's like a blue whale that has just returned from the deep ocean and poked its head out of the sea.

But as she breathed, she was still trying to suppress the frequency, as if she was afraid of disturbing some distant being.

And if you look closely at this moment, you can clearly see that the girl's pink lips, Qiong's nose and other places have the luster of water traces, and they are a little wet.

The field of view moves down further.

I saw that under the futon, a small hand was clutching a stack of crumpled wet towels.

And so it was!

Ye Weilai frowned, Qiong's nose moved slightly, and she sniffed a few sips of sandalwood in the air, and when she was relieved, she hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel.

There's nothing wrong with intuition!

In the dark, Ye Wei covered her mouth with a wet towel, sat up, her blue eyes widened, she couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the door that had already left, and shouted in her heart.

In fact, Ye Weilai had already discovered that something was wrong, every day she slept with her master, and she always found some small things after getting up, and she didn't feel anything once or twice in the past.

But since she returned from a surprise attack in the middle of the night, it was very obvious that there were signs that outsiders had come.

It should be the owner of that strange long hair.

There is also the faint remnant of sandalwood in the air that I smelled before.

In the past few days, the more Ye Weilai thought about it, the more she felt that this was most likely a kind of incense, which made people sleepy.

So tonight, she specially prepared wet towels and other things, put them under the futon to cover her mouth and nose, and deliberately stayed up until late at night.

As a result, just when Ye Wei's eyes were about to fight, she finally waited for the strange sandalwood and the movement of strangers.

At this moment, glancing at the quietly closed door outside, Ye Weilan breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the beads of sweat on her white forehead with the back of her small hand.

The eyes of the dark shadow in front of the bed just now stared at her for a long time, almost seeing her through.

At that moment, Ye Weilai felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she almost couldn't hold on to revealing her stuffing and opened her eyes.

Fortunately, at that time, she had an idea, and the dead horse was used as a live horse doctor, and finally mixed up......

On the bed in the dark, the white-haired maid's crumpled nightdress rises and falls violently, and the small breasts that are showing spring light are gradually calming down.

Her little hand under the futon reached for the sheet at her side and touched something cold.

That little lady Xie's skirt knife.

Ye Weilai was a little relieved, turned her head, and looked at the young man who was still sleeping in the bed next to her.

A look of hesitation appeared on the girl's little face.

He seemed to be thinking about what to do next.

The reason why she chose to verify it alone after she had doubts before, and didn't immediately tell her master.

It's because Ye Weilai didn't expect that the truth was even more outrageous than she imagined.

To be honest, Ye Weilai thought it was ...... This may be the owner in a tryst with a special woman late at night or something, the woman's identity is special, it is inconvenient for her to know, or rather, the owner has some special habits and tastes, and the incense is used for her.

So, if it's really the master's secret, what can she, the personal maid, do?

Naturally, it's inconvenient to take the initiative to break it, just pretend to be stupid, it's just a little bit of the owner's loss that doesn't take her to play, and can't help the curiosity of a cat.

But now, it seems that she is wrong, and her master is also in the dark.

It's just what this late-night visitor is for.

Sent by the enemy's master?

But the Liu family is about to go out of business, and the old man Liu is dead, where is the opponent?

Besides, looking at it this way, it doesn't seem like this late-night visitor is trying to hurt them.

Otherwise, there have been so many opportunities before, why not start?

Who the hell is it, if only I knew that I had just taken a sneak peek......

Ye Weilai, who covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel, took another deep breath, the bangs on her forehead drooped, she thought for a while, and the hesitation on her face gradually disappeared.

Ye Weilai stretched out her hand and stretched out towards Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping, at this time, as if she had a heart, she suddenly turned around, and immediately collided with a complicated light.

Ye Weilai's expression was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Yikes!"

Her eyes widened, and she saw a woman standing quietly in front of the bed, only three meters away, her eyes staring at her.

but went and returned.

Ye Wei's eyes widened, she jumped up, grabbed the left hand of the sleeping young man beside her for the first time, and stuffed the handle of the skirt knife into his warm palm.

Then, he reached out and pulled out a long sword with a silver glow from the wooden frame in front of the bed.

"Zheng" a sword trembled.

"Whoever you are waiting for, you are not allowed to harm my master!"

On the bed, Ye Weilai stood up on her knees, holding the hilt of the sword with her two small hands.

Her petite body stood in front of Ouyang Rong, not giving an inch, and the moonlight sword in her hand pointed directly at a slender black shadow in front of her.

The atmosphere inside and outside the bed seemed to be tense.

"Ah......h

The slender black shadow seemed to open its mouth to say something, but it only uttered a single syllable.

How familiar it is.

Ye Weilan, who raised her eyebrows and held the sword, frowned even more, but at the same time, she didn't delay for a moment, and a hand that she quietly pulled out had already reached out, grabbed Ouyang Rong's arm in the quilt and shook it.

But at this moment, I saw that the slender black shadow in front of me took the initiative to take a step back.

"Ahh......h Woo......"

The white-haired girl saw that the slender black shadow in front of her was waving her hands vigorously, not so much to stop her, but to plead.

Ye Weilai's face was slightly stunned, and at this time, her eyes were also completely adapted to the darkness, and the position where this slender black shadow retreated was in the moonlight leaking in from the window.

There was mottled moonlight hitting her.

Ye Weilai suddenly saw the pleading face of this late-night visitor clearly.

Her little face was stunned, and her hand stopped shaking Ouyang Rong's arm.

"Embroidery...... Embroidery? ”

In the dark room, the atmosphere was silent.

The mute girl bathed in the moonlight and the white-haired maid holding the sword confronted each other motionless, looking at each other silently.

On the bed, a young man who had been shaking his arm not long ago seemed to mumble in his mouth, turned over, and continued to sleep.

……

Good brothers, the gentleman's full skirt has been built, and there is a link below to jump ~

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