Chapter 109 Wei Lai: I am white-haired, but not a white rabbit (Part 1)
The white-haired maid tidied her appearance, lowered her head to straighten her clothes, making them appear fuller, and entered the study.
At the table, Ouyang Rong heard the noise but didn't look up before saying:
"There are mung bean cakes on the coffee table, made by the new cook. They're quite sweet; you should like them. Remember to wipe your teeth before bed."
Unlike Ouyang Rong, Wei Lai has a great fondness for sweets.
Because I've never tried it before.
The white-haired girl followed the young magistrate back to Meiluyuan, only then realizing that there was such a thing as "sweetness" in the world.
"Yes, Master."
Wei Lai obediently responded, but did not immediately go over to eat. She silently walked to the desk.
She looked down, took out an inkstone and inkstone, and used her delicate hands to grind ink for Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, then looked away from the tiny print in the book and glanced at the white-haired maid who was "adding fragrance to the red sleeves."
Wei Lai gently grinds the ink.
He glanced down at his own clothes and explained:
"I accidentally spilled tea on my skirt, so I just changed into something else."
Ouyang Rong nodded and said softly:
"I just explained in detail. They even brewed a pot of tea for you and brought it over. Did you order it?"
"Hmm." Wei Lai nodded with a smile: "How was the tea that the sisters brewed? Did Master like it?"
"It's alright." He paused, then added, "But it's not as good as yours."
Wei Lai smiled, stood gracefully before the table, her eyes lowered, and carefully ground the ink.
Ouyang Rong glanced at her and suddenly asked:
"When I wasn't around, did your aunt and the other maids ever bully you?"
He asked this question once during a heart-to-heart talk in bed on a moonlit night, and now he's asking it again.
"No."
Wei Lai shook her head, "My aunt and Sister Banxi are both very kind to me. They have taught me a lot."
The young magistrate gave a soft "hmm," glanced at the white-haired maid, who smiled faintly, and he didn't ask any more questions.
Ouyang Rong buried himself in the book and continued flipping through it.
Until now.
Every time Ouyang Rong dragged his tired body back to the Plum Grove Courtyard at night, he would see a delicate, white-haired girl dressed in a Hanfu ruqun (traditional Han Chinese dress) obediently serving him tea and water, adding fragrance to his sleeves, and making his bed in the antique study.
His clumsy figure, busy running around, was endearing... His eyes still seemed a little dazed.
It was somewhat of an accident that Wei Lai was brought back from Kou Ma Xing.
Although Ouyang Rong's decision to travel by horse was out of necessity after being persuaded by his junior sister and urged by his aunt.
But my original intention was still to save a cheap and pitiful slave girl, and I did my best.
Ouyang Rong never expected that the blessings he received in exchange for merit would be presented in this form.
He brought her back to the Sika Deer Park without her even realizing it.
Such a white-haired loli.
Whether you look at it from the outside or the inside, whether you look at it during the day or from your bed at night...
Logically, she shouldn't have suffered such a terrible fate, but in the Great Zhou Dynasty, she truly did.
Grandma doesn't love him, uncles don't care about him, he's disliked by everyone and even dogs.
Last time, even Su Dalang, who had become a weathered old man from being burdened by his heavy studies, came to visit the study, but he didn't even look at Wei Lai properly. He even forced a smile and didn't touch the tea that she politely offered him...
In their subsequent meetings, the eldest son of the Su family never complained about the middle-aged women who served him in his courtyard in front of Ouyang Ren again, and he became increasingly friendly towards him.
It's obvious.
He won.
One word.
win!
Ouyang Rong, who was inexplicably overwhelmed by the victory, was both amused and exasperated.
I don't know whether to lament that the aesthetics and sexual preferences of this era are far behind and need improvement.
He still lamented that in his previous life he had been subtly influenced by the aesthetics of foreign races, which led to some sexual fetishes that went against his ancestors.
But regardless, during their heart-to-heart talk under the moonlight that night, as he looked at the white-haired maid in his arms who was clearly stimulated and releasing her emotions, he gradually realized a problem.
If one day the flood control is successful, and the person receives the reward, they simply walk away, what will happen to the people around them?
Everyone else was manageable.
The potential marriage arrangement with his junior sister was severed in time before he left Donglin Temple, thanks to their mutual rejection, thus preventing their elders' schemes from succeeding.
Being rejected once removes certain concerns and narcissism. It's like the two people who failed in a blind date and became friends.
Ouyang Rong considered his current relationship with his junior sister to be a gentleman's friendship, which was more elegant than any male-female best friend relationship in his previous life, and was perfectly normal and comfortable.
This is also why he let his junior sister freely use his "righteous energy" to cultivate without any precautions.
Take advantage of this while you can, or you won't have another chance.
However, the junior sister seems to be showing more and more respect to him, her senior brother, lately. She talks more and more and often asks him for advice. She even jokingly asked him, an outsider, to discipline her like her father.
As expected of the Xie family of Chenjun, the junior sister is indeed humble and eager to learn.
Ouyang Rong sighed from time to time.
Privately, he also estimated that she could go further in the Confucian school than he, a renowned and upright gentleman.
After all, Ouyang Rong did not know the art of Qi cultivation.
These days, I occasionally hear some secrets about Qi Refining techniques from my junior sister, and I listen with great interest.
However, he never took the initiative to ask about matters such as how to cultivate Qi.
Because practicing this Qi Refining Technique cannot help Ouyang Rong control the floods.
Anyway, if he suddenly leaves one day, Junior Sister will be fine.
The same goes for Liu Lang, A Shan, and Su Da Lang.
We're all grown men, what's there to be so reluctant to part ways about?
It's normal for brothers and friends to part ways and get together from time to time.
Just like what Ouyang Rong said to A Qing in the carriage a few days ago, not all partings have farewells. Look forward and don't look back.
For Ouyang Rong, breaking up with these relationships in Longcheng County was not a burden at all.
What? You're asking what to do about Aqing?
You beast...
Now only the Sika Deer Park area remains.
First, there's the Zhen family.
Ouyang Rong actually felt a little guilty towards his aunt, who was harsh but valued family ties and doted on her nephews.
After all, he was the only son in the family and the pillar of the Ouyang clan in Nanlong.
If Ouyang Rong were to "leave" again, it would be a huge blow to the family, halting its rise in power.
But let's look at it from another angle.
Ouyang Lianghan, a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) and a seventh-rank magistrate of Longcheng County, should have died long ago; he should have died at Donglin Temple.
He opened his eyes and woke up, forcibly prolonging his life. He also did a lot of good deeds for the people of Longcheng County, leaving a good name in the county and adding a lot of glory or a memorial arch to the Ouyang family of Nanlong.
As a result, Mrs. Zhen spent a few more months with her beloved nephew.
Thinking about it this way, isn't my aunt making a fortune?
Thinking of this, Ouyang Rong smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
In the end, only the white-haired maidservant in front of him remained.
Her aunt didn't like her, and even in front of her nephew, the woman didn't hide her emotions.
Therefore, if Ouyang Rong leaves, Wei Lai's situation in this family is predictable.
As for sending her outside... the situation outside is even worse, it's better to stay in the Ouyang family, at least there's food to eat.
He had many free choices, but Wei Lai only had him as her choice and support... So that night, Ouyang Rong thought and thought, and could only come up with a relatively reliable and simple method:
He made Wei Lai his woman in name only.
Utilize the etiquette and customs of this era.
Especially in the conservative areas of the south, clans and gentry valued this set of rules even more.
Any woman who had been touched by Ouyang Rong would at least be properly cared for by the Ouyang family of Nanlong.
Speaking of which, my aunt is a similar case. She became a widow as soon as she married into the Ouyang family. They were husband and wife in name only, but not in reality. However, she was still a woman of this family and an elder aunt. As a junior, Ouyang Rong had to be very filial to her.
Therefore, they tried their best to make Zhen reluctantly accept Wei Lai.
Perhaps because of their mutual dependence and camaraderie, he might develop some affection for her and treat her better for the rest of his life?
So, after that heart-to-heart talk under the moon, the already hot-blooded Ouyang Rong, under the pitiful gaze of the white-haired maid, reluctantly began his first tea ceremony and water management.
However, Ouyang Rong held firm to his bottom line and did not cross the final line when faced with the tender and lovely figure in the quilt.
Only when this relationship is broken can it be considered a true concubine relationship.
Personal maids were originally meant to accompany their husbands in their rooms, and could eventually be promoted to concubines.
But Ouyang Rong harbored a certain complex in his heart.
Once a complete breakthrough is achieved, he will take full responsibility. So, will he ever go back?
Anyway, Ouyang Rong felt that the relationship had deepened enough, so that he would have some basis for confidence when showing it to Zhen Shi and elevating Wei Lai's family status.
Moreover, Ouyang Rong thought that Wei Lai was probably still clueless and didn't know what the final step was. She probably thought that she had already done almost everything with him, her master... LOL, this is just the beginning, silly girl.
Actually, doing a tea ceremony, cleaning up Butterfly Creek, and then just walking away is already pretty despicable.
The only difference between the other type and the smaller, larger type is that the smaller and larger pieces are different.
But sometimes people are like that; they need to find certain reasons, or engage in some inexplicable, self-deceptive persistence, to seek some psychological comfort...
To crown it again is a stopgap measure.
Behind the desk, Ouyang Rong was momentarily lost in thought.
During a moment of distraction, I sorted out my thoughts again.
In fact, he had been thinking about all these twists and turns in his mind for a long time.
It's not about abandoning it and leaving it to chance.
After a while.
The white-haired maid, who was grinding ink at the table, noticed that her master had half-closed his book, propped his right elbow on the table, gently rubbed the bridge of his nose with two fingers, and closed his eyes to rest.
Wei Lai wiped her fair hands with a handkerchief, walked behind his chair, and gently massaged Ouyang Rong's temples.
"Is Master very busy lately?"
“A little. The Digong Dam is at a critical stage of construction. I will have to get up early for the next few days and guard the Digong Dam during the day. I may be back very late. If I can't come back, I will send a message to Liulang.”
The weary magistrate, who was enjoying a moment of peace with his eyes closed, offered a comforting word:
"Go to sleep on time, you don't need to wait for me."
"good."
"You said last time that the oil lamp in the room would burn until dawn. If my junior sister and I hadn't come back early, would that sleepyhead have dozed off on the table until the sun was high in the sky? Hmm..."
Ouyang Rong's words were cut off by two soft hands.
Wei Lai covered her master's mouth with both hands, her little face blushing as she pleaded, "Master, please stop talking, I beg you."
Ouyang Rong chuckled.
The master and servant whispered something to each other. After a while, as dusk fell, Ouyang Rong closed his book and went to take a bath behind the screen.
While tidying up her desk, Wei Lai glanced at her owner's tired back as he walked along, doing some strange chest-expanding and stretching poses.
Although she had only been working as a maid at the Sika Deer Garden for a short time.
But I understand one thing very clearly.
Indeed, I learned those lessons from those older women.
There are some things that she can do, and you can do, but it's just not appropriate to bring them up in front of the master.
Unless we flip the table, it's a fight to the death.
This chapter isn't finished yet; I'll finish it around midnight! (bows)
(End of this chapter)
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