In front of the bed in the room in Merlin's small courtyard, the air was somewhat inexplicably solidified.

Between the two, the scattered moonlight seemed to be particularly deserted.

The atmosphere began to become somewhat silent.

At this time, there are two sources of moonlight on the field.

One is from the crack in the closed window next to it.

The moonlight was mottled and scattered from it.

The scene of the inner room is like a dark curtain, and the moonlight is like an oblique stroke, drawing a diagonal vertical line from the middle of the curtain.

This "oblique vertical" passes by in turn: the vermilion lacquered wardrobe, the beautiful side face of the mute cook in the green dress, and the fluffy brown velvet carpet.

There is also a place of moonlight.

From the other side of the bed, the white-haired girl in front of the sleeping young man was in the hand.

She clenched a slender sword in both hands, and the moonlight on the sword was slowly flowing like flowing water, as if she was looking at a picture of a surging river, but the river water was replaced by a foreign water that emitted moonlight.

It is not like a product of the world, but more like it comes from the Heavenly Moon Palace.

Even if someone says that there was a bright moon that was melted into it when the sword was cast, it is estimated that some people will believe it.

This moonlight was trembling slightly at the moment, trembling with Ye Weilai's small hand gripping the hilt of the sword.

The hazy moonlight trembled and fell on a small face that was still stunned.

Her silver teeth are like shells, biting her pink lips, and her eyelashes trembling as she stares at the embroidery girl who shook her head and waved her hands in front of her:

"How are you...... You...... What are you doing secretly approaching Tanlang? ”

I don't know why, maybe it's some kind of tacit understanding, Ye Weilai asked in a suppressed voice, she couldn't help but turn her head, glanced sideways at the master who turned over in a daze and continued to sleep, and some hesitation flashed in her gray and blue eyes.

"Babbling ......"

The embroidery girl who waved her hand vigorously seemed to see that Ye Weilai was no longer stubborn and swaying, and she stretched out her hand in front of her, as if she wanted to grab something.

"......" Ye Weilai saw that the cook's gaze fell on Ouyang Rong's body a little stupidly, and she frowned slightly.

"What is your relationship with your master?"

As if sensing that something was wrong, the white-haired maid couldn't help but ask.

In the moonlight, the embroidery girl lowered her head.

His hands naturally hung down, grabbing the hem of the green skirt at his side.

Seems a little at a loss.

This dumb girl embroidered girl is obviously much older than Ye Weilai, a cardamom girl, and even has mastered a set of top-level qi training techniques that kill most people in the world.

However, under Ye Weilai's flawed posture of holding the sword in both hands, and the light squint of a pair of blue eyes, he looked a little cowardly and bullied, and he was as supple as a sheep.

Maybe the white-haired girl in front of her is Tan Lang's intimate personal maid, a fox and a fake tiger.

Or maybe it's the lack of reason that comes late at night.

Or maybe it...... Some kind of deeper inferiority.

"Forget, you can't speak......" Ye Weilai whispered when she saw this.

The long sword in his hand was lowered slightly, and it was about to hang to the ground.

Ye Weilai knew Xiuniang, when Zhen was still in Merlot Garden, she went to the kitchen to learn the craft of mung bean cake and dealt with Xiuniang.

It's just that she didn't have a deep friendship, but her reaction at the moment was obvious, because she had a good impression of this mute cook.

This may be the reason why the vigilance is a little less at the moment.

"You don't look like you're trying to hurt someone, is there something unspeakable......

Ye Weilai, who bowed her head and muttered, turned her blue eyes up, looking at the embroidery girl in front of her whose hands and feet seemed to have nowhere to place.

Since she was a child, she has suffered from the heat and malice of the world, and she seems to have a natural sensitivity to the good and disgusting thoughts of others.

Hearing this, the embroidery girl raised her head lightly like a deer in the forest, nodded her head busily, her mouth was silent, but her little face was a little relieved and happy.

The dumb lady chef was not afraid of the moonlight sword in Ye Weilai's hand, took a step forward, looked at Tan Lang's back, she stood in front of her lips with her left index finger, and pointed to the desk with paper, ink, pen and inkstone with her right hand, as if to signal to Ye Weilai.

With a "choking" sound, Ye Weilai simply put the sword into the sheath, and the sword returned to the wooden frame.

She looked at the embroidery girl with a sincere face, and muttered in a low voice: "Are you going to the desk to talk......"

After hesitating, Ye Weilai's fair-skinned calves under the nightdress curled, and her pink buttocks arched forward, as if she wanted to get out of bed and arched her feet to explore her shoes.

But at this time.

The embroidery girl suddenly turned her head to look east, staring at the closed wooden window, behind the wooden window, there was an empty courtyard and ...... Direction of Sioux Province.

The sudden change made Ye Wei's small body shrink back, but her sharp eyes saw the beautiful eyebrows of the embroidery girl gathered together, and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

As soon as she asked, her little face was stunned, as if she had reacted to something, and hurriedly turned her head and looked behind her.

Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping sweetly, silently held his left hand on the jade handle of a white sandalwood jade target knife.

Not long ago, Ye Weilai hurriedly placed it in the face of late-night visitors who came and went.

Just now, I was so focused on chatting that I was negligent and forgot.

"Is someone coming? Oh no, it should be Miss Xie who sensed that the owner was holding the handle of the knife late at night, worried that something was wrong, and rushed over. ”

Xiuniang couldn't help but look at the knife in Tan Lang's hand.

Facing the embroidery girl's upward gaze, Ye Weilai's little face showed a little embarrassed.

"Well, I was scared just now and rushed to the doctor."

"Ah......" The embroidery girl's little face showed a little nervous and restrained, and she looked left and right.

Although she has a special breath technique, she can hide her breath and is not easy to detect.

But that Miss Xie was not blind, she was coming straight to the Merlin courtyard right now, and her eyes were also fixed here.

In the perception of the embroidery girl, the distance of this woman is less than 100 meters, and now she runs out, and the probability of being found is not small.

Ye Weilai hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes, looking around the room, her little nose wrinkled, and her tone was a little regretful:

"Oh no, Miss Xie will definitely wake up the master when she comes in and sees you...... Wait, why don't you get under the bed and hide? ”

"......" embroidered girl.

……

Xie Lingjiang was going back to the house to rest.

There was no plum blossom girl running up to the roof tonight to chat.

As usual, she sat on the roof in a daze.

In fact, it is not only in a daze, but also in meditation luck.

As for sleep, for qi practitioners, luck cultivation and immersion in inner vision are the best rests and recuperations.

However, it was cold tonight, and Xie Lingjiang was just about to go back to the house, when he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Meilin's small courtyard.

The place she had been looking forward to for a long time was still dark and silent.

Xie Ling Jiang Dai frowned slightly, and muttered: "It's so late, what is the senior brother doing when he doesn't sleep and holds the knife?" ”

In the next second, a gust of evening breeze blew across the empty roof, and the woman's shadow disappeared.

Xie Lingjiang's figure appeared outside the small courtyard of Meilin.

She frowned and looked at the dark doors and windows.

Immediately, some bad premonitions faintly rose in my heart.

"Big brother!"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but blurt out, and in an instant, he flashed to the door of the main house, and stretched out his hand to push the door.

But immediately, a slightly tired girl's voice came from inside the room:

"Who?"

Immediately after that, the footsteps of the girl getting out of bed with her shoes on and opening the door.

Xie Lingjiang's movements paused slightly.

At this moment, the Qi Practitioner's keen hearing told him that the room was still filled with two familiar breathing sounds.

Her brow was still slightly furrowed:

"It's me...... You haven't slept yet? ”

"Hmm, why is the girl here?"

With the girl's doubtful voice, there was a "squeak", and the door was pushed open from the inside.

"Big brother, he'......"

Xie Lingjiang wanted to speak, and when she saw the petite figure walking out of the house, her words were stuck, and her eyes widened.

Xie Lingjiang saw the white-haired maid who opened the door and walked out, her silver hair reached her waist like a snowfall, her small body was not wearing a nightdress, and her body was exposed with a large area of fair and delicate skin like milk.

She was barefoot, and she wore only a pair of pink and white short pants on her lower body, which only covered the upper part of the middle between her knees and the base of her thighs, revealing her round, well-proportioned thin legs.

Ye Weilai's body is only tall among his peers, and he is not too tall compared to Xie Lingjiang, but his legs are excellent, and he is slender.

Even Xie Lingjiang didn't just take a look.

However, what made Xie Lingjiang more and more sideways and speechless was that.

The white-haired maid's upper body of the pink and white embroidered lotus belly pocket was not worn, the string behind the neck was not tied, the string hung down from the side of her arms, she only held the small piece of diamond-shaped fabric embroidered lotus with both hands to cover the bulging chest, as if she was busy opening the door for her, and did not have time to put on the corset.

Xie Lingjiang, who was standing quietly in front of the door, turned sideways slightly and looked away from Ye Weilai.

Fortunately, Xie Lingjiang was standing outside the door, with his back to Mingyue behind him, and from Ye Weilai's angle, he should not be able to see her slightly reddened cheeks in the dark.

Xie Lingjiang tried to maintain his usual complexion.

I just couldn't help muttering in my heart:

The personal maid made it look like this...... What is the senior brother doing every night, didn't he say that he had a good night's sleep during the day, and if he wasted some energy, he couldn't cure the water during the day......

Treat water at night, right?

Xie Lingjiang, who was staring at the bluestone slab on the side, had a little grievance and chagrin in his eyes.

She was born in the Xie family of Chen County, and almost all of the Xie sons and daughters in the family have room maids or something, and some even got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and the concubines have more than one room, so they have long been surprised.

Therefore, for the personal maid who warms the bed around the man, there is no psychological mustard, as long as the man abides by the Lungang, there is only one wife, and he is not obsessed with women, and he is disgusted with his wife.

This is the family education of everyone's beautiful and noble girls.

Besides, the senior brother is not close to women on weekdays, and finally accepted a personal maid under the oppression of the Zhen family, and the senior brother has reached the age of blood and strength, which is understandable, and there is no way to blame, human nature.

Xie Lingjiang was really embarrassed and grieved at the moment.

It's because I feel sorry for a certain senior brother, so it's just that he's busy during the day, but it seems to be even busier at night......

Xie Lingjiang's daughter's subtle thoughts, Ye Weilai couldn't guess, but if it was a different woman, such as Xiuniang, she might be able to.

But for the noble Xie daughter in front of her, who was born with five surnames and seven wangs, Ye Weilai, who was born in a barbarian clan, was subconsciously a little scared, and every time she stood by Xie Lingjiang's side, she would feel an invisible sense of oppression......

Ye Weilai faintly knew that maybe something called inferiority was at work.

"Hmm, Miss Xie, what's wrong, but what's the matter?"

At this moment, Ye Weilai hugged her chest with her hands, rubbed her eyes with her fingers, looked up at her little face, and muttered with pink lips.

Xie Lingjiang turned his head, looked at her squarely and asked, "Senior brother is asleep?" ”

"Hmm." Ye Weilai nodded, nasal and lazy.

She was standing a little delicate at the moment, and after opening the door, she opened her body slightly sideways, as if she was letting people into the house, but a small half of her small body blocked the way, making Xie Lingjiang, who was carrying a sword at his waist, unable to walk straight in.

Xie Lingjiang's gaze seemed to remind Ye Weilai, and the little girl looked down at her messy dress, and added in a low voice:

"There's a mess in the bed...... The host is also ......"

Xie Lingjiang's raised right foot silently withdrew beyond the threshold.

Outside the door of the standing room, she looked at the white-haired maid in front of her who was sleepy-eyed and tired, and then turned her eyes to look at the room behind the white-haired maid, she frowned and said:

"Senior brother in the middle of the night, what are you doing touching my skirt knife?"

The girl in the belly pocket in front of the door seemed to have a slightly red face, and whispered, "The master was careless." ”

Xie Lingjiang immediately heard the weakness of the white-haired maid's heart.

She turned her head, staring at Ye Weilai without blinking, leaning forward slightly, as if the eldest woman was oppressing, which made the latter lean back slightly, took a step back, and said nervously:

"Miss Xie, slave ......"

Xie Lingjiang's tone suddenly became heavier, and he interrupted: "You don't forget about delaying Senior Brother to rest in the middle of the night, and you are still lying in front of me?" ”

"No, it's not ......" Ye Wei's two little hands in front of her chest swayed vigorously, and the belly pocket covering her chest almost slipped down.

"Tell the truth!" Xie Lingjiang held the sword in his right hand and stared at her.

In fact, since just now, Xie Lingjiang has been pricking up his ears and listening to the sounds in the house, and the breathing sound in the inner room has indeed maintained the soothing and normal normal life of a normal person sleeping.

Xie Lingjiang found that Ye Weilai's face was flushed, and her tone was stammering.

"Nu'er said, Nu'er said, Miss Xie, don't be angry...... Actually...... In fact, it is a sticker to sleep together...... In the middle of sleeping, the master suddenly ordered me to dress neatly and wear a skirt knife, and then ...... Then he seemed to like him more, and then on a whim...... It was not enough to grab the braids, and the hand grabbed the handle of the skirt knife again......"

The voice of the white-haired maid's next few words became smaller and smaller.

Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, his face full of confusion: "What do you mean?" What stickers to sleep together, what do you do with my skirt knife, and what do you like more, on a whim? ”

Ye Weilai's little head was buried in her chest, her body twisted, and she whispered:

"That's it...... When the master and the slave sleep, they like to say the name of the girl, as if it is ...... It's the slave who treats the slave as a Xie girl, and the master is even happier......"

“……？？？”

Silent.

There was only silence inside and outside the door, and the air was about to solidify into steel.

This time, it was Xie Lingjiang's turn to blush.

"You...... You guys...... Shameless...... Monkey business...... Ridiculous! ”

Xie Ling Jiang stomped his feet in shame, turned his head and was about to leave.

Ye Weilai's chest rose and fell for a while, as if she was relieved, and then spit out the tip of her pink tongue slightly, Miss Xie's pretty face just now, she was red and she was clearly visible in the dark, like a monkey's buttocks.

In front of the courtyard gate, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stopped, "Wait, what's the smell in the house?" ”

"Ah, yes...... It is the sleep-aiding sandalwood given by the master of Donglin Temple. ”

Xie Lingjiang stood with his back for a while, Ye Weilai's little face changed, Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned around and shouted into the room: "Senior brother? ”

There was silence in the room.

"Master... Elder brother? ”

Xie Lingjiang called lightly again, but he used his aura to cultivate.

Ye Weilai couldn't help but stare, feeling that the voice in her ears was like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The house was still quiet.

Xie Lingjiang turned around and strode towards the house.

"Miss Xie, the master is not wearing clothes......

Ye Weilai was tense, and halfway through speaking, she was swept away by Xie Lingjiang, who pursed her lips.

Xie Lingjiang's footsteps did not stop, the hand holding the sword tightened, and when his feet entered the door, Ouyang Rong's confused murmur suddenly sounded in the inner room filled with sandalwood:

"Little junior sister? You...... What are you doing...... Don't hug me...... Let go...... You and my brother and sister have a ......"

Xie Lingjiang's footsteps paused in front of the dark room, piercing the ground like nails, and at the same time sensing that he was touching her skirt knife again...... Xie Lingjiang turned his head abruptly, flicked his sleeves and left the house:

"Senior brother, you...... You guys...... Ridiculous...... Ridiculous! ”

Xie Ling Jiang dropped a word in annoyance and left in a hurry.

Ye Weilai's little face was slightly stunned, looking at the back of this Xie girl's girl as if she was running away, she muttered something in her mouth, looked back curiously, and looked inside the house.

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(End of chapter)