Chapter 168 The Embroiderer's Beauty and Her Lover
These past two days have been quite stressful for the maids and servants of Meilu Garden.
It wasn't because the young county magistrate was difficult to serve.
On the contrary, it's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings.
Actually, this analogy isn't quite right. A county magistrate isn't the King of Hell, and his personal maid isn't a little devil, but that's the gist of it.
Ye Weilai, the master's personal maid, has been frequently wandering around among the maids and servants in the courtyard these past few days.
His eyes kept glancing at them, drifting back and forth.
If it were just a matter of openly scrutinizing and examining someone, that would be fine. What made the maids of Meilu Garden a little scared was that when they occasionally turned their heads to look casually while they were working, they found that this favorite of the master was secretly glancing at them.
It's like slacking off while on duty, turning around, and suddenly catching your eye with the boss who's been quietly standing behind you.
It's as scary as it gets.
In particular, Ye Weilai had the unusual appearance of a barbarian, with silver hair and gray-blue eyes.
Like the fox spirits and ghosts in supernatural tales.
Anyway, I was being secretly watched by this silver-haired girl.
The maids couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
She couldn't help but wonder if they hadn't done their jobs well, or if they had done something wrong... or if they had been found out about the things they had said about her behind her back.
It's not surprising that Ye Weilai put so much pressure on the maids and servants of Meilu Garden.
Everyone knows that after Madam Zhen and the others left, the person in charge of the inner quarters of the Meilu Garden is now the master's personal maid.
Since all the maids and servants in the Meilu Garden revolved around Ouyang Rong, taking care of his daily needs, Ye Weilai, who was closest to Ouyang Rong and most familiar and trusted by him, naturally became the woman in charge of managing the inner quarters.
Everyone who sees her must bow respectfully and call her "Young Lady Ye" or "Sister Ye".
A few months ago, the disheveled appearance of the dirty white-haired maidservant when Ouyang Rong brought her back, and her unpopularity, were still vivid in the minds of many of the old people still in Meiluyuan, apart from the new maidservant.
In just a few months, they went from being poorly clothed to wearing fine silks and satins, from starving to looking glamorous...
Among the former maids of Meilu Garden, there were quite a few who secretly glanced at Ye Wei's waist-length white hair from behind and muttered "vixen".
As for why Ye Weilai, a maid who didn't quite fit the subjective aesthetic of the men of the Great Zhou Dynasty, could be a seductress.
Faced with this seemingly contradictory question, the maids, whose mouths were generally sour, either automatically ignored it or subconsciously came up with seemingly irrefutable reasons:
Need I say more? This vixen must have some foreign seductive arts that they don't know about, which made the young and ignorant master so bewitched and dizzy, which is why he is so favored. Moreover, I heard that this vixen often calls the master "master" in private. Humph, she has no shame.
As for Master Ouyang Rong, who was bewitched by the vixen, was he a lecherous man who was blinded by lust?
If someone asks them this question.
The maids' instinctive answer would almost certainly be no:
Of course not. The master is a renowned gentleman, a scholar, and a county magistrate with exceptional talent in disaster relief and flood control... But it is precisely because of this that he is so innocent and pure when it comes to matters of love and sex, and easily bewitched by seductive women.
It's not entirely the maids' fault for being hypocritical; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to explain why their lecherous master hadn't laid a hand on them...
Therefore, the more they tried to whitewash and explain the young magistrate's actions, the more justified and self-righteous they became in their sour remarks to the white-haired maid.
So, all we can say is that winning the favor of one's master is the ladder to heaven and the path to success for maids and servants.
Just being honest and hardworking is useless. Otherwise, look at that new mute cook in the kitchen named Xiu Niang. Apart from taking leave a little more often, she works diligently every day, and even the young master often praises her skills.
Most importantly, she was also very beautiful, the kind of fresh and delicate, lovable girl from a modest family. She was mute and had a missing finger, so even the maids couldn't help but feel affection and closeness to her, and couldn't bring themselves to dislike her.
But what good was it? Important people are often forgetful, especially busy officials like him. He'd put down his chopsticks, wipe his mouth, and completely forget about the cook. He'd never summoned her before…
Hmm, it's probably some vixen with white hair and blue eyes who's causing trouble again, jealous of the embroiderer and afraid of losing favor.
I remember seeing this vixen go to the kitchen to find the embroiderer, feigning humility to learn how to make pastries. Now it seems she's trying to teach her apprentice while the master starves...
However, these past two days, it seems there have been some matters at home, and the cook, nicknamed "Embroiderer," is on leave again.
However, she was lucky enough to avoid the two days that "Young Lady Ye" had been wandering around and glancing around like a madwoman.
Some of the maids in the Deer Garden thought to themselves.
Seemingly realizing that her behavior was a bit strange, Ye Weilai's unusual behavior of wandering around with her sleeves tucked in and stealing glances at the maids' hair in the Plum Deer Garden only lasted for two days before everything returned to normal.
It was as if these things had never happened.
The maids in Meilu Garden breathed a sigh of relief, and after this incident, their complaints and sour remarks about Ye Weilai lessened somewhat... However, when they saw the embroiderer returning to the kitchen as if she had finished dealing with her family affairs, they couldn't help but feel indignant on behalf of this honest and mute cook.
Ye Weilai, who had seemingly forgotten about her unfamiliar long hair and returned to normal, was unaware of the sarcastic remarks and bitter comments made about her by some of the maids in Meilu Garden.
She never imagined that she, who often praised the embroiderer's skills in front of Ouyang Rong during their meals, would be turned around and accused.
Even if she knew, she would probably just keep quiet.
Ye Weilai didn't care whether the maids in the Meilu Garden were truly convinced after they said so. Well, as long as they maintained a superficial familiarity and politeness on the surface, that was enough.
In other words, what does she need their hearts for? As long as their bodies obey her, that's enough.
Ye Weilai's eyes have always only cared about one person's heart.
I only wish to win the heart of one person.
As for the rest, let the floodwaters rage, as long as they don't get in the way of the master and her...
So at this very moment, Ye Weilai was kneeling obediently and quietly on the bed, her little bottom sticking up, her back to her owner who was studying at the desk, her hands busy tidying the sheets and making the bed.
The night outside the window was as black as ink.
Before long, Ouyang Rong put down his book, turned off the lamp on his desk, and went to his bed in the inner room.
"Is Master going to sleep?"
"Um."
Ouyang Rong raised his hand to take off his clothes and nodded.
"Master, wait a moment, it'll be laid out almost there."
Ye Weilai knelt on the bed, still busy with her back turned, but her hands seemed to have sped up a bit.
As Ouyang Rong yawned, he couldn't help but glance at the girl making the bed, her pink buttocks slightly sticking out towards the outside of the bed.
Ye Weilai was wearing a moon-white nightgown today, but it was unclear whether it was because the girl's body was developing too quickly or because the fabric around her hips was too tight, or if the tailor had cut corners.
When she turned her back to make the bed, her pink buttocks were outlined in a rounded, inverted heart shape by the tight, elastic fabric.
Although not large, her hips have an excellent shape.
And it's perky.
And most importantly, beneath the skirt lies a tight and elastic youthful vitality.
That's what attracts men the most.
You can only know by experiencing it yourself.
Ouyang Rong glanced at her and had a feeling that the girl was doing it on purpose.
He's itchy-skinned and begs to be hit.
Ouyang Rong shook his head, trying to shake off the memory of a family punishment that had just surfaced in his mind.
They were two snow-white lobes, but they looked as if they had been ravaged, with a faint pinkish halo covering their whiteness.
Ouyang Rong looked away.
After tidying the bed, Ye Weilai buried her head in the bedding as if taking a sniff, then turned back and smiled:
"The bedding was freshly aired today, and it still smells a bit like sunshine."
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, then turned back and said, "This might be the smell of mites that have died from sun exposure."
"..." Ye Weilai.
Although she wasn't quite sure what mites were, she accepted the situation because her husband's cluelessness was a downer.
As expected of the master.
“Master,” Ye Weilai suddenly said.
"Um?"
Ye Weilai looked at him for a moment, smiled, and was the first to crawl into bed: "Time to sleep."
Ouyang Rong was speechless. He closed the window and got into bed. However, as soon as he stepped over Ye Weilai's petite body, who was sleeping on the outside of the bed, and entered the quilt near the inside of the bed, his arm suddenly touched something hard and cold.
After getting into bed, Ouyang Rong asked curiously:
"What's this?"
Without saying a word, Ye Weilai pulled a white sandalwood target knife from the warm, bulging quilt next to her.
It was placed in front of Ouyang Rong.
“…” Ouyang Rong leaned back subconsciously.
He was speechless: "Why are you bringing this thing to bed? Are you going to stab me?"
Ye Weilai shook her head and blinked, saying, "It's not your servant who's here, it's your master."
Ouyang Rong retorted irritably, "Then I'll stab you?"
Ye Weilai seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned red, even though she knew that her master's words were insincere.
Ye Weilai whispered a reminder: "Of course it's for self-protection. Has Master forgotten what Miss Xie said before?"
Ouyang Rong frowned:
"I knew I shouldn't have told you about the skirt knife. You touched it again. If Junior Sister knew you messed with her knife, she'd eat you alive."
Ye Weilai shook her head and stuffed the skirt-shaped knife into Ouyang Rong's arms:
"It's alright. Miss Xie couldn't sense the skirt knife. I was just bringing it up for my master. Didn't Miss Xie say before that my master should carry the skirt knife with him at all times? So you can't relax even when you're sleeping."
Ouyang Rong was speechless. He gripped his knife, propped himself up, and glanced at the dark, extinguished room outside.
"Alright, alright, Master, go to sleep now."
The white-haired maid pressed her chest tightly against his thick, long arm, shook it, and tilted her head to act cute.
Ouyang Rong shook his head and didn't brave the cold wind to get out of bed and put the knife away.
Instead, he placed the white sandalwood target knife on the bed sheet between him and Ye Weilai, lay down, and went to sleep.
However, they didn't notice that the white-haired maid under the covers next to them had her smile fade.
She touched the bulging blankets beside her with her little hand, and then touched the skirt knife between her and her master's bodies.
Then, like Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai closed her eyes.
The room gradually fell silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
There were only two rhythmic breathing sounds, belonging to a young man and a young woman.
The former snores slightly.
The night deepened.
I don't know how much time has passed.
A slender black figure appeared in front of the gate of the Plum Grove Courtyard at some unknown time.
The dark figure was extremely still, as if it had merged into the darkness itself.
Unless you look closely, you won't notice anything unusual from a distance.
The embroiderer silently gazed at the tightly closed courtyard gate in front of her.
A hand extends out, its four fingers gently touching the wooden door.
The wooden door was not pressed.
She seemed to be feeling the rough texture of the wooden planks.
At one moment, the embroiderer raised her hand again and gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear.
He turned his head and silently glanced towards the southeast.
That's the Su residence.
The mute girl named Xiu Niang had eyes as clear as a mountain stream, which seemed to be able to see through the shadows of the trees and the dark night wind, and see the beautiful figure watching from the roof of a woman's boudoir in the Su family mansion.
Under the moonlight, a Confucian lady of the seventh rank was resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought. It was unclear what she was thinking, but her gaze frequently drifted toward her lover's courtyard.
That's right, the embroiderer always knew.
The young master's junior sister is caring for and protecting him.
But this Miss Xie had never noticed her existence.
The embroiderer's face remained calm, and she didn't blame Miss Xie much, because she knew how special she was.
Ever since she was brought into that sect, her teachers and senior sisters have been constantly telling her that she is special.
The embroiderer was extremely quiet.
Still as a virgin.
So does her sword.
Use stillness to control movement.
Of course, "stillness" wins.
And apart from stubborn rocks and inanimate objects, is there any creature in the world more still than a virgin?
Therefore, unless the embroiderer drastically mobilizes her spiritual energy cultivation, very few people can "discover" her under these circumstances, unless her Qi refining technique is special or her cultivation has reached a state of perfection.
The last time was at the Beitian Aid Home, when she sat silently behind that rather familiar one-armed swordsman.
Previously, aside from "taking leave," he often spent the whole day following Tanlang and Miss Xie around, and that was also the case.
The young lady Xie never noticed.
At the courtyard gate, the embroiderer silently withdrew her gaze.
She moved with light, graceful steps, wearing the embroidered shoes that often appeared before Ouyang Rong's bedside late at night.
The slender figure disappeared before the door.
Inside the courtyard, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible sound, the door of the main house opened and closed by itself without any wind.
Inside the house, it seemed that something had been added.
A while later, a spark-like flash of light suddenly appeared in the shadow of a curtain somewhere in the room, as if something was being ignited.
The air inside seemed to become a little hazy and indistinct, and a faint sandalwood scent began to gradually permeate the air.
The mute girl's dark, black eyes stared blankly towards the bed in the inner room.
She shouldn't have come.
But I couldn't help it.
A short while later, the room seemed to be filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.
The two familiar breaths beside my ears seemed to have become a little deeper.
The embroiderer remained motionless, standing still, seemingly listening, or perhaps lost in thought.
Actually, this sandalwood isn't some kind of sleeping potion; it's a good thing that's beneficial to him, except... it makes him a little drowsy.
Immediately, the embroiderer seemed to come to her senses, let out a soft breath, and walked uncontrollably toward his sleeping bed.
Meanwhile, in a certain bed, a white-haired maid was sleeping peacefully.
The little hand holds the knife.
Damn it, why do I feel so energetic when I write these kinds of plots? Something's not right with me...
(End of this chapter)
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