Ye Weilai's expression on her face was a little strange.

Seeing Xie Lingjiang's figure disappear into the night, she hesitated at the door for a while, and did not return to the house immediately.

Knowing that there was a familiar light "ah" sound that seemed to be a reminder from the room behind her, Ye Weilai breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pop" closed the door of the courtyard gate and turned back into the house.

Ye Weilai cast a curious gaze.

I saw that on the couch, the embroidery girl sat on the head of the bed with her legs bent, Ouyang Rong's head was pillowing her thighs, and the embroidery girl gently took her into her arms, and the fingers of her hands were slightly massaged and kneaded around the temples on both sides of his head.

Occasionally, her fingers paused, her eyes slightly closed, as if sensing and sending something.

For some reason, Ye Weilai always gave Ye Weilai a sense of déjà vu that the doctor of the hospital took the pulse of the patient.

In addition, the embroidered girl's clothes are a little messy, and the sheets under the legs are also a little wrinkled, as if they have just been rolled and tossed.

Seeing this, Ye Weilai's little face showed a bit of a trance.

Just now Miss Xie entered the house, the master's dream words should not be groundless, it may indeed be vaguely awakened by Miss Xie's two "senior brothers", but in a daze, it should be that the body of the embroidery girl who hugged him for some reason was regarded as a little junior sister.

It's just that for some reason, the owner is so sleepy in this sandalwood, and after the toss just now, he still hasn't fully woken up.

I don't know if it was when she was not in the house just now, what special tricks did the embroidery girl use against the owner......

The doubts in my heart were slightly resolved.

Ye Weilai pursed her lips slightly.

She is now vaguely aware of something, this mute girl named Xiuniang should be the same as Miss Xie, she is a legendary qi practitioner.

Otherwise, Miss Xie should have found out about the embroidery girl just now, but if she didn't find it, then there is a possibility that the embroidery girl in front of her may be more powerful than Miss Xie......

However, Miss Xie is a child of the world-famous five surnames and seven hopes, and her father Xie Xun is also a Confucian in the academy, and there is no shortage of teachers and resources, so it is normal to learn alchemy since childhood.

But what is the matter with this embroidery girl, and what is the relationship with the master or the Nanlong Ouyang clan, the master never seems to have mentioned it......

In the dark, Ye Weilai, who was close to the bed, temporarily let go of her frowning brows, and after entering the inner room, she turned her face and lit a candle first.

In the center of the back room, there was a halo of old yellow.

It's a warm tone.

The darkness beside the bed was dispelled.

Illuminate the silhouette of the three people in the back room.

Ye Weilai raised her hands to the back of her neck, bowed her head slightly, and re-tied her belly pocket with pink and white embroidered lotus.

But when she walked to the edge of the bed, her footsteps paused:

"What do you do?"

Xiuniang lowered her head and closed her eyes, put her two fingers together and gently pressed against the Shenting acupoint of Tan Lang in her arms, as if she had inductively probed, silently withdrew her two fingers to calm her nerves, turned over her hand and took out a golden pill, and lay it in the palm of her hand.

She lifted Ouyang Rong up and carefully put it into his mouth.

Looking at this set of processes and appearances, it is quite proficient.

Ye Weilai was stunned, and stepped forward anxiously: "You ......"

Xiuniang put Ouyang Rong's head back on the pillow, lying flat and sleeping, she turned her face and shook her head at Ye Weilai, who was full of worry, and shook her palm.

"How can you feed your master indiscriminately......"

Ye Weilan stomped her feet in annoyance, but when she saw the mute girl named Xiuniang on the bed looking at her master's sleeping face, her eyes were full of tenderness, and the words in her mouth were stuck, so she had to ask helplessly:

"Did you do this to your master often while we were sleeping?"

The embroidery girl glanced at her and nodded without concealment, as if she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

Ye Weilai wanted to speak and stopped.

The embroidery girl seemed to see the white-haired maid's distress and entanglement, and pointed to Ouyang Rong on the bed, she gently raised an index finger to Ye Weilai in front of her lips:

"Shh

The dumb girl was light, got out of bed with shoes on, and took the girl wearing a white lotus belly pocket and silver hair to the desk, leaving the young man with his eyes closed and sleeping sweetly on the pillow, not to disturb.

Ye Weilai took off the only oil lamp in the room and followed the mute girl.

The back room was re-invaded by darkness.

The orange "halo" followed the second daughter to the desk, shrouding the stacked but orderly desk.

The embroidery girl stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to lay paper and ink, but was suddenly stopped by Ye Weilai.

"Wait, come on, the slave family comes, the master is smart, and he often calls himself obsessive-compulsive disorder, things are placed regularly, and it is easy to find outsiders turning over his things...... The slave family is familiar with some. ”

The oil lamp was placed on the table, and Ye Weilai stepped forward to take over the paper and ink for the embroiderer.

The embroiderer silently took a step back and moved out of the way.

However, she stared at Ye Weilai, who was nagging in her mouth and familiar with her hands.

Tan Lang is smart, and the white-haired girl around him is not smart.

The embroidered girl's eyes are a little bright and a little dark.

I don't know if it's joy or sorrow.

"Alright."

Ye Weilai cleaned up the details on the table and turned to get out of the way.

The embroidered girl came back to her senses and walked to the table.

On the tabletop, there is paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

The embroiderer pulls up her sleeves and carries the pen.

Ye Weilai noticed that although the embroidery girl was missing the little finger on her right hand, she was not left-handed, and she still wrote with her right hand.

It's just that writing with four fingers other than the little finger is obviously more difficult and requires more sweat.

However, with the pen of the dumb girl in front of her, a touch of surprise flashed in Ye Weilai's eyes.

The embroidered girl's words are very beautiful.

The word is like its person, juan beautiful and graceful, fresh and elegant.

It's like a cup of misty flower tea in the morning, just one glance, it is refreshing.

Recently punished by Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai, who had been practicing calligraphy hard, couldn't help but take a closer look.

It is hard to imagine that this pair of amateur hands who have been stained with spring water and have excellent cooking skills can write such good words, and it is only four fingers.

Ye Weilai's eyes became more and more curious.

"You asked."

On the paper, the embroiderer wrote.

Maybe he can't speak, and he can't even write concisely.

Just answer.

Ye Weilai blurted out: "Do you like Tanlang? ”

Obviously, the girl had a lot of questions in her heart before, but when she came to the end, she asked this first.

The embroidery lady glanced at her, bowed her head in front of the table, stroked the sideburns in her ears with her little thumb, and wrote silently:

"I don't see you for a day, and I think like crazy."

Ye Weilai couldn't help asking: "Is this kind of feeling...... So how did you and Tanlang meet? ”

The brush that the embroiderer was pinching with her fingers paused.

Fall:

"He never knew I was here, and he used to ...... Never said anything to me. ”

"And how did you get connected?" Ye Weilai's tone was puzzled, and added: "You can't speak." ”

"Dreaming."

"What?"

"Dreams, I can dream of him every night.

"I've known Tanlang for a long, long time.

"I was talking to him in a dream.

"I dreamed of him last night."

Ye Weilai was silent, her eyes looked at the corners of the mouth of the dumb girl in front of the table who seemed to be smiling, and said softly:

"But he doesn't like you, or ...... Didn't know there was you. ”

"I know."

The embroidered lady does not raise her head:

"But he is my husband, and I promise to take care of Tan Lang for the rest of my life."

Ye Wei's face was stunned, she lowered her head and looked at the line of Juanxiu handwriting on the paper that had not dried yet, and then looked up and couldn't help but look at the side face of the embroidery girl.

"Huh?"

The white-haired maid who only wore belly pockets and obscene pants at the table late at night had a big mouth, and seemed to be dumb, and could only utter a single syllable.

"Wait."

Ye Weilai turned her face to look in the direction of the sleeping Ouyang Rong, and asked quickly:

"Tan Lang doesn't seem to have been married, Mrs. Zhen and Miss Xie were still worried about his marriage a few days ago, did they make a mistake, or did Tan Lang divorce his wife?"

The embroidery lady shook her head and nodded again.

She turned her head to look in the direction of someone's sleep in the back room, stared for a moment, lowered her head, and wrote in ink again.

Immediately, a few words on the paper fell into Ye Weilai's eyes, causing the latter's breath to suffocate for a moment.

"The concubine is a child daughter-in-law, she once took care of Tan Lang, and she was immoral and made mistakes...... was sold by her mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen. ”

"This ......"

Ye Weilai's little face was stunned.

"Is there anything else...... Huh......"

However, she tried her best to contemplate it, and seemed to vaguely remember hearing a little mention from Mrs. Zhen.

It seems that a few days ago, on the passenger ship returning to Nanlong's hometown, when Mrs. Zhen pulled her to chat on the bow deck, she faintly mentioned it.

It's just that Ye Weilai was absent-minded at that time, and only thought about returning to Longcheng County, but she didn't care too much and didn't ask much.

In front of the candle-lit desk, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

The pen in the embroiderer's hand fell weakly on the rice paper, and the ink on the tip of the pen stained a large piece of white paper black for no reason, rendering it out to form an ink circle.

Ye Weilai scratched her white-haired little head and nodded in a deep voice:

"It seems that there is such a thing, so you are from the eldest lady's mother's side? was adopted by the eldest lady at the beginning, and then served as Tanlang's child daughter-in-law? ”

The embroidery girl nodded, picked up the pen again, and Ye Weilai thoughtfully changed a piece of clean rice paper for her.

"Tan Lang was frail and sick when he was young, and he needed someone to take care of him on the sickbed and accompany him day and night."

After a pause, another line of Juanxiu script appeared on the paper:

"Tan Lang often fell into a coma during his illness, and he may have no memory of me, only the pain of the acupuncture...... Little lady Ye, can Tan Lang mention me to you? ”

Ye Weilai was dumbfounded for a while, and met the eyes of the embroidered lady with expectant brilliance, she hesitated for a moment, nodded lightly, and deceived kindly:

"I mentioned it a little...... However, Tan Lang was really not impressed, mainly after tea and dinner, he heard Mrs. Zhen mention it. ”

The mute woman standing at the table raised her left hand and gently stroked the hair around her ear, and glanced at the couch in the middle of the room.

Ye Weilai paused, her eyes were a little strange and looked at the embroidery girl who seemed to be happy just because the master remembered her, she reminded in a low voice:

"It's just that the eldest lady left early, and we can only listen to Mrs. Zhen alone about these things, and what Mrs. Zhen said doesn't seem to be a good thing...... Of course, now it seems that there is indeed something wrong, don't blame the embroidery girl, the character of Mrs. Zhen may be a little spicy......"

When the embroidery lady heard this, her hands swayed vigorously in the air, and she even reached out to cover Ye Weilai's mouth.

Ye Weilai didn't expect it, she saw that the little face of the dumb girl in front of her was full of fear and panic.

The embroidery girl hurriedly grabbed the pen and wrote:

"I don't blame Aunt Zhen, I don't blame my mother-in-law, it's the embroidery girl who is useless, she can't take good care of Tan Lang, and it violates the woman's morality and wife."

Ye Weilai was stunned for a moment, the dumb girl's reaction made her, who has always been indifferent to outsiders, a little distressed, Ye Weilai held her four fingers and said seriously:

"You are a girl from the eldest lady's family, you should also be from Nanlong, I heard that the clan customs over there in Nanlong seem to be very serious, and the requirements for women's three obedience and four virtues are very high, and chastity is valued...... Mrs. Zhen also warned the slave family on the boat a few days ago, and asked the slave family to be honest when they returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors......

"So embroidery girl, did you do something wrong at the beginning, or did you commit any taboos, Mrs. Zhen didn't say it too clearly, as if she was saying that you were not good to Tan Lang, and you used embroidery needles to secretly stab him...... Then she and the eldest lady had no choice but to sell people, and Mrs. Zhen also said, what kind of wolf are you that you can't raise......"

"Ahh The embroidery girl seems to have no strength to lift the pen, and she can't open her mouth.

The dim candlelight fell on a delicate little face with two lines of tears.

Ye Weilai looked at the teary-eyed and cute mute girl in front of her, and shook her head vigorously:

"The slave family thinks that you are not like what she said at all, is there some misunderstanding...... Also, embroidery girl, you are dumb, if there is a misunderstanding, you can't speak, when you were young, you shouldn't be able to write, you were misunderstood by the eldest lady and the eldest lady Zhen, but it doesn't make sense. ”

The embroidery girl sniffed and wrote, but the back of her hand trembled, and the pen was pinched wrong twice, after adjustment:

"How so, how dare so."

The owner of Juanxiu's small characters seemed to be a little excited, and the words were crooked a lot:

"How dare the concubine hurt Tan Lang, that year I was guarding Tan Lang by the couch, working as an embroidery maid, and a white ape with a sword on his back slipped into the window, very stubborn, not only provoked me to be quiet, but also snatched the embroidery needle to pierce Tan Lang's arm.

"The white ape is extremely sensitive, and the concubine can't stop it, so she found her mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen, but it disappeared again, and there was a misunderstanding.

In this way, the white ape sneaked in every day, stabbed Tan Lang every day, the concubine couldn't catch up day by day, and the mother-in-law and aunt became more and more suspicious.

"Later, one day, I was finally able to pinch the embroidery needle to beat it, and it screamed wow, and I didn't dare to hurt Tan Lang again, but that day, my mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen still took me to the temple, and the clan elder testified that the leather book was sold ......."

Ye Weilai had a big mouth, speechless, and swallowed for a long time:

"Is there such a miracle? Is there really a psychic white ape in this world? The embroidery girl is inevitably too wronged......"

Ye Weilai's voice became smaller and smaller, because she suddenly found that the current lady Zhen was still too kind to her, and if she wanted to put it in the past, maybe she would also go to kneel on the ancestral archway......

The embroidery girl bowed her head.

She's as quiet as a virgin.

When he was young, he attracted an active white ape, which caused such a disaster.

Creation makes people.

And later, Xiuniang faintly heard the master and sister say that the sect was able to find her, and it seemed that it was because of this white ape with a sword on his back......

Ye Weilai didn't ask about these things, and Xiuniang naturally didn't talk about it.

The atmosphere was silent, and after a long time, Ye Weilai cared and comforted a few words, and Xiuniang smiled reluctantly.

"So Xiuniang, do you know how to refine qi?" Ye Weilai asked suddenly.

Maybe it was the heart-to-heart just now that brought the two daughters closer.

The embroiderer bowed slightly.

Ye Weilai wanted to ask again, but the embroidery girl avoided her gaze and wrote on the paper instead:

"Everything has passed, let's talk about it in vain, can Ye Xiaoniang not tell Tan Lang, the concubine is afraid that he will know, and it will only increase his troubles, Tan Lang has big things to do, how can the concubine make him worry, besides...... The concubine is in a special situation and is difficult to speak. ”

Ye Weilai was silent for a while, then lowered her eyes and said:

Sister Xiuniang told the slave family that she naturally trusted the slave family...... But the master is a slave and does not affect the master, and the slave family can not talk about it, but if it is necessary, it must be said, and the slave family will definitely talk about it, but it will also tell you in advance. ”

"Thank you very much." The embroiderer smiled.

Immediately, the second daughter said a few more words, and the sky outside the window gradually brightened, and a lot of sandalwood in the house dispersed.

In the direction of the bed in the back room, there was a faint sound of a man tossing and turning.

"Sister Xiuniang, go back first, and the slave family will handle other things."

Ye Weilai said softly and comforted.

The embroidery girl looked back at the direction of the middle house, and left quietly.

(End of chapter)