Chapter 170 Xie Lingjiang: Senior Brother's Gameplay Is a Bit Perverted
In front of the bed in the inner room of the plum grove, the air seemed to freeze inexplicably.
The moonlight filtering through the air made the atmosphere between the two seem exceptionally cold and desolate.
The atmosphere began to fall silent.
At this moment, the moonlight on the field had two sources.
One source was a crack in the tightly closed window next to it.
The moonlight was cut into mottled fragments.
The scene inside the room was like a pitch-black curtain, and the moonlight was like a slanted stroke, drawing a vertical line from the middle of the curtain.
This "slanted vertical" path passes by in sequence: a vermilion-lacquered wardrobe, the delicate profile of a mute cook in a blue dress, and a fluffy brown carpet.
There is another spot of moonlight.
It came from the white-haired girl on the other side of the bed, who was blocking the sleeping young man.
She gripped a slender sword tightly in both hands, the moonlight flowing slowly across its blade like water, as if she were viewing a painting of a surging river, except that the river water was replaced with strange water that emitted moonlight.
It doesn't seem like a product of the human world; it's more like something from the moon palace in the heavens.
Even if someone said that a bright moon was melted into the sword during its forging, some people would probably believe it.
The moonlight trembled slightly, trembling along with Ye Weilai's small hand gripping the sword hilt.
The hazy moonlight trembled and fell on a small face that was still in a daze.
Her pearly white teeth clenched tightly around her pink lips, her eyelashes trembling as she stared at the embroiderer shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her.
"How could it be you...you...what are you doing secretly getting close to Tanlang?"
For some reason, or perhaps out of some tacit understanding, Ye Weilai asked in a low voice. She couldn't help but turn her head and glance at her owner, who had turned over and continued to sleep in a daze. A hint of hesitation flashed in her gray-blue eyes.
“Eeya…”
The embroiderer, who had been waving her hands forcefully, seemed to see that Ye Weilai was no longer stubbornly shaking her. She stretched her hand out into the empty space in front of her, as if she wanted to grab something.
“You…” Ye Weilai noticed that the cook’s gaze was somewhat dazed as she looked at Ouyang Rong, and she frowned slightly.
"What is your relationship with your master?"
Seemingly sensing something was amiss, the white-haired maid couldn't help but ask.
Under the moonlight, the embroiderer lowered her head.
Her hands hung naturally at her sides, clutching the hem of her blue skirt.
He seemed a little at a loss.
This mute embroiderer was clearly much older than the young Ye Weilai, and even possessed a top-tier Qi cultivation technique that held the power of life and death over most people.
However, under Ye Weilai's flawed stance of holding the sword with both hands pointing straight at him, and her slightly narrowed blue eyes scrutinizing him, he appeared somewhat timid and easily bullied, as docile as a lamb.
Perhaps the white-haired girl in front of him was Tanlang's close personal maid, using his position to intimidate him.
Or perhaps it was a guilty conscience that came out late at night.
Or perhaps... some deeper level of inferiority complex.
"I forgot, you can't speak..." Ye Weilai whispered upon seeing this.
The long sword in his hand, which was pointing at someone, was lowered slightly, almost touching the ground.
Ye Weilai knew the embroiderer. When Zhen was still in Meiluyuan, she went to the kitchen to learn how to make mung bean cakes and had dealings with the embroiderer.
They didn't get to know each other well, but her current reaction clearly shows that she had a good impression of this mute cook.
This might be why my vigilance has lessened slightly at this moment.
"You don't seem to be trying to harm anyone. Is there something you're having trouble saying...?"
Ye Weilai, who was muttering to herself with her head down, rolled her blue eyes and looked at the embroiderer in front of her, who seemed to have nowhere to put her hands and feet.
Having experienced the harsh realities of life and the cold indifference of malice since childhood, she seems to have a natural sensitivity to the kindness and malice of others.
Upon hearing this, the embroiderer lightly raised her head like a deer in the woods, nodding hurriedly, her mouth agape, but her face showed some relief and joy.
The mute cook was not afraid of the moonlight sword in Ye Weilai's hand. She took a step forward, looked at Tanlang's back, raised her left index finger to her lips, and pointed her right hand towards the desk where paper, ink, brush and inkstone were placed, as if gesturing to Ye Weilai.
With a "clang," Ye Weilai simply sheathed her sword and returned it to the wooden stand.
Looking at the sincere-looking embroiderer, she muttered softly, "Shall we go talk at the desk...?"
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Weilai bent her fair legs under her nightgown, arched her pink buttocks forward, as if she wanted to get out of bed, and bent her feet to reach for her shoes.
But at this moment...
The embroiderer suddenly turned her head to look east, staring at the tightly closed wooden window. Behind the window was an empty courtyard filled with the chirping of insects and... the direction of the Su residence.
The sudden turn of events caused Ye Weilai to shrink back slightly, but her sharp eyes caught sight of the embroiderer's furrowed brows, and she asked softly:
"What's wrong?"
As soon as she asked the question, her face froze for a moment, as if she had realized something. She quickly turned her head and looked behind her.
With a sweet, sleeping expression, Ouyang Rong silently gripped the jade hilt of a white sandalwood target knife in his left hand.
It was placed there hastily by Ye Weilai when faced with a late-night visitor who had returned not long ago.
I was so focused on chatting that I completely forgot about it.
"Has someone arrived? Oh no, it must be Miss Xie who sensed her master gripping the hilt of his knife late at night and, worried that something might have happened, has come over."
The embroiderer couldn't help but glance at the knife in Tanlang's hand.
Faced with the embroiderer's upward gaze, Ye Weilai's small face showed a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Well, I was just scared and tried anything in my desperation."
"Ah..." The embroiderer's face showed a hint of nervousness and restraint as she looked around.
Although she has a special breathing technique that allows her to conceal her presence and make her difficult to detect.
But Miss Xie wasn't blind; she was heading straight for the plum grove courtyard, her eyes fixed on this spot.
In the embroiderer's perception, the woman was less than 100 meters away, and if she ran out now, the probability of being discovered would be quite high.
Ye Weilai hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes. Looking around the room, she wrinkled her nose and said with a hint of regret:
"Oh no, oh no, if Miss Xie comes in and sees you, she'll definitely wake up the master... Wait, why don't you hide under the bed?"
"..." The embroiderer.
...
Xie Lingjiang was originally going to go back to her room to rest.
Tonight, no plum blossom-adorned lady came up to the roof to chat with us.
As usual, she sat on the rooftop, lost in thought.
Actually, it wasn't just daydreaming and longing; it was also meditating and cultivating one's inner energy.
As for sleep, for Qi practitioners, circulating Qi and immersing themselves in introspection are the best ways to rest and recuperate.
However, the wind was cold tonight, and Xie Lingjiang was just about to go back to her house when she suddenly turned her head and looked towards the direction of the plum grove courtyard.
That place she had longed to visit was still dark and utterly silent.
Xie Lingjiang frowned slightly and muttered, "Why is Senior Brother holding a knife so late instead of sleeping?"
The next second, a gust of evening wind swept across the empty rooftop, and the woman's figure disappeared.
Xie Lingjiang appeared outside the plum grove courtyard.
She frowned and looked at the dark doors and windows.
Immediately, a bad premonition rose in my heart.
"Senior Brother!"
Xie Lingjiang blurted out, and in an instant, she flashed to the front of the main room and reached out to push the door open.
But then, a slightly weary girl's voice came from inside the room:
Who is it?
Then came the sound of the girl putting on her shoes, getting out of bed, and walking to open the door.
Xie Lingjiang paused slightly.
At this moment, the Qi cultivator's keen hearing told him that the room was still filled with two familiar breathing sounds.
Her brows were still slightly furrowed:
"It's me...you guys aren't asleep yet?"
"Oh, thank you, miss. What brings you here?"
With a questioning sound from the girl, the door creaked open from the inside.
"Senior Brother, he..."
Xie Lingjiang was about to speak when she saw the petite figure walking out of the house. Her words caught in her throat, and her willow eyes widened slightly.
Xie Lingjiang saw the white-haired maid who came out of the door. Her silver hair was like a waterfall of snow reaching her waist. She was not wearing a nightgown and her body was exposed with a large area of fair and delicate skin like milk.
She was barefoot, wearing only a pink and white short panty that barely covered her knees and upper thighs, revealing her shapely and slender legs.
Ye Weilai's height is only considered tall among her peers, not particularly tall compared to Xie Lingjiang, but her legs are exceptionally well-shaped, slender and perfectly proportioned. A little more or less would be too much or too little.
Even Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but take another look.
However, what made Xie Lingjiang even more surprised and speechless was...
The white-haired maid's pink and white embroidered lotus-patterned bodice wasn't properly worn; the thin rope behind her neck wasn't tied, and it hung loosely from her arms. She was barely covering her bulging breasts with small pieces of diamond-shaped embroidered lotus-patterned fabric, as if she was in a hurry to open the door for her and hadn't had time to put on her bodice properly.
Xie Lingjiang, who was standing quietly in front of the door, turned slightly to the side and looked away from Ye Weilai.
Fortunately, Xie Lingjiang was standing outside the door with her back to the bright moon. From Ye Weilai's angle, she shouldn't be able to see Xie Lingjiang's slightly flushed cheeks in the darkness.
Xie Lingjiang tried her best to keep her complexion normal.
But I couldn't help but wonder:
The personal maid is in such a state... What is Senior Brother doing every night? Didn't he promise to sleep well at night? He's just wasting his energy on these things. Is he even going to manage the floods during the day...?
So you're controlling the floods at night too?
Xie Lingjiang, who was staring at the bluestone slab beside her, had a hint of resentment and annoyance in her eyes.
She came from the Xie family of Chen County. Almost all the Xie family sons had maids or servants, and some even got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. They had more than one concubine, so it was nothing unusual.
Therefore, men don't have any psychological reservations about having a personal maidservant to warm their bed. As long as the man abides by the ethical code, has only one principal wife, and doesn't become obsessed with women or despise his principal wife, that's fine.
This reflects the upbringing and manners of a well-bred young lady from a prominent family.
Besides, the eldest brother usually doesn't get close to women. He finally took in a personal maid under the pressure from Zhen Shi. The eldest brother is also at the age of youthful vigor, so it's understandable and there's no reason to blame him. It's just human nature.
The true source of Xie Lingjiang's shame, anger, and resentment at this moment.
I feel sorry for a certain senior student. He's busy during the day, and it seems he's even busier at night...
Ye Weilai couldn't guess Xie Lingjiang's subtle thoughts, but she might have been able to guess if it were another woman, such as the embroiderer.
But Ye Weilai, who was of barbarian origin, was subconsciously a little afraid of the noble Xie family daughter in front of her, who came from one of the five noble families and seven prominent clans. Every time she stood next to Xie Lingjiang, she would feel an invisible sense of oppression...
Ye Weilai vaguely understood that perhaps it was something called inferiority that was at play.
"Hmm, Miss Xie, what's wrong? Is there something important?"
At this moment, Ye Weilai crossed her arms over her chest, rubbed her eyes with her fingers, tilted her head back, and pouted with her pink lips.
Xie Lingjiang turned around, looked directly at her, and asked, "Is Senior Brother asleep?"
"Mmm." Ye Weilai nodded, her voice languid and nasal.
Her current position was somewhat delicate. After opening the door, she slightly turned her body to the side, as if letting people into the room. However, her small figure blocked half of the way, preventing Xie Lingjiang, who had a sword at her waist, from walking straight in.
Xie Lingjiang's gaze seemed to remind Ye Weilai, and the little girl looked down at her disheveled clothes, adding softly:
"The bed is a bit messy... and so is the owner's..."
Xie Lingjiang silently retracted her raised right foot back outside the threshold.
Standing outside the station building, she glanced at the sleepy-eyed, tired-looking white-haired maid in front of her, then looked into the room behind the maid. She frowned and said:
"What are you doing touching my skirt knife in the middle of the night, Senior Brother?"
The girl in the bib standing in front of the door seemed to blush slightly and whispered, "It must have been the master's fault."
Xie Lingjiang immediately sensed the white-haired maid's guilty conscience.
She turned her head, staring intently at Ye Weilai, her body leaning slightly forward, as if imposing a domineering wife. Ye Weilai involuntarily leaned back slightly, taking a step back, and said nervously:
"Miss Xie, your servant..."
Xie Lingjiang suddenly raised her voice and interrupted, "It's one thing for you to disturb Senior Brother's rest in the middle of the night, but you're also lying to me?"
"No, no..." Ye Weilai shook her two small hands in front of her chest vigorously, and the bodice covering her chest almost slipped down.
"Tell the truth!" Xie Lingjiang rested his right hand on his sword, staring intently at her.
In fact, from the very beginning, Xie Lingjiang had been listening intently to the sounds inside the room. The breathing in the inner room was indeed as gentle and normal as a person sleeping.
Xie Lingjiang noticed that Ye Weilai's face was flushed red and her voice was stammering.
“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, Miss Xie, please don’t be angry… Actually… actually, we were sleeping together… halfway through our sleep, my mistress played a trick on me, making me dress neatly and put on my skirt knife, and then… while grabbing my braid, I accidentally grabbed the skirt knife…”
The white-haired maid's voice trailed off as she spoke the last few sentences.
Xie Lingjiang tilted her head, looking completely confused: "What do you mean? What do you mean by 'sleeping together'? And why are you carrying my skirt knife?"
Ye Weilai buried her head in her chest, squirming shyly, and whispered:
"It means... to have Nu'er pretend to be a rebellious and wicked female knight-errant."
"...???"
silence.
The atmosphere inside and outside the door was one of utter silence; the air itself seemed to solidify into steel.
This time, it was Xie Lingjiang's turn to blush.
"You...you...shameless...you're really making a scene!"
Xie Lingjiang stomped her feet in embarrassment and turned to leave.
Ye Weilai's chest heaved for a moment, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief. Then she stuck out her pink tongue slightly. Miss Xie's pretty face was so red that it was clearly visible in the darkness, like a monkey's bottom.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly stopped in front of the courtyard gate. "Wait a minute, what's that smell in the house?"
"Ah, it's...it's sandalwood incense from the master of Donglin Temple that helps with sleep."
Xie Lingjiang stood with his back turned for a while. Ye Weilai's expression changed slightly. Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned around and called out into the room, "Senior Brother?"
The room was quiet.
"Senior Brother...?"
Xie Lingjiang called out softly again, but this time she used her spiritual energy cultivation.
Ye Weilai couldn't help but widen her eyes, feeling as if the voice beside her was a resounding bell.
The room remained quiet.
Xie Lingjiang turned around and strode into the house.
"Miss Xie, my master is not wearing any clothes..."
Ye Weilai tensed up, but before she could finish speaking, Xie Lingjiang, who had been pursing her lips, brushed her aside with a wave of her sleeve.
Xie Lingjiang didn't stop, her grip on her sword tightened, and she stepped into the room. Suddenly, the sandalwood-scented inner room echoed with Ouyang Rong's drowsy murmurs:
"Junior Sister? What...what are you doing...don't hug me...let go...we're like brother and sister..."
Xie Lingjiang's footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the dark house, as if nails had driven into the ground. At the same time, she sensed him touching her skirt again... Xie Lingjiang abruptly turned around, flicked her sleeves, and left the house:
"Senior Brother, you...you...you're all...absurd...absurd!"
Xie Lingjiang angrily uttered a few words and hurriedly left.
Ye Weilai's small face froze slightly as she watched the Xie family's daughter's retreating figure. She muttered something under her breath, then curiously turned around and glanced into the room.
...
(End of this chapter)
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