Chapter 87 The White Hair Crawling Under the Blankets
The second floor of Yunshui Pavilion.
Two figures with slow, deliberate steps walked down from upstairs one after the other.
"Brother Su..."
"Brother Yan..."
The two met.
Yan Liulang noticed that the dark circles under the eyes of this young master of the Su family had become even more pronounced.
Su Dalang noticed that the blue-clad constable was no longer holding his sword with both hands, but rather loosely holding it with one hand.
The two of them tacitly found chairs by the window and sat down together.
They all turned their heads and looked at each other silently for a while.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
They didn't speak or laugh. After exchanging a knowing glance, they looked away and gazed at the scenery outside the window.
Everything is understood without being said.
It wasn't until a while later that someone realized what was happening.
Su Dalang looked around in confusion:
"Hey, where's Brother Lianghan? Why hasn't he come down yet?"
"I don't know."
Yan Liulang, who had been shaking his head, paused for a moment and asked curiously:
"Didn't Magistrate Ming only order for a quarter of an hour? Our half-hour order is ready already, shouldn't Magistrate Ming be waiting for us downstairs?"
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Upon hearing this, Su Dalang and Yan Liulang fell silent.
Did they come down too fast?
Su Dalang's face showed a hint of envy:
“I took a look earlier, and the tea master who went into Brother Lianghan’s room was prettier than ours.”
Yan Liulang sighed:
“I never expected that Magistrate Ming would get free extra time… I even advised him to choose the same option as us before. Brother Su, you tell me I was being too talkative and thoughtless.”
After reflecting for a while, Ouyang Rong led Liu Ashan leisurely downstairs.
"You guys are pretty fast."
Ouyang Rong glanced at the two people waiting by the window and casually said something.
Unexpectedly, this caused Su Dalang and Yan Liulang's faces to fall, and they dared not utter a word.
Ignoring the complicated looks they gave him, Ouyang Rong turned and headed for the stairs, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Okay, now they won't grumble anymore. Can we go now?"
Su and Yan followed with smirks.
However, what Ouyang Rong didn't know was that the gazes of those following behind him as they looked at his retreating figure grew increasingly reverent...
Actually, Ouyang Rong was chatting with Ashan in the private room and instructing the tea master named Cui'er on how to brew tea, which is why he was a little late.
Although the tea master with the high crown was clumsy, he turned out to be quite easy to learn from later on.
Even though her time was up and she could have left, she insisted on staying to learn a little longer. At the end, she timidly asked Ouyang Rong for his contact information, saying that she wanted to exchange letters with him in the future, to show him the respect due to a disciple, and to learn more about the art of tea from him...
Ouyang Rong politely declined. He didn't even have enough time to teach Wei Lai, let alone expect her to get something for free. No way.
Pass through the first floor of Yunshui Pavilion.
The one-armed youth and the Persian merchant had disappeared.
Ouyang Rong and the others were unaware of this, and after leaving Yunshui Pavilion, they returned to their respective homes.
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After escorting the honest and simple-minded Su Dalang back to the Su residence, Ouyang Rong politely declined his uncle's warm hospitality and left feeling somewhat guilty.
Back to Sika Deer Park.
The once quiet courtyard immediately became lively.
The young magistrate was like a match, instantly igniting the family.
Zhen Shi, Wei Lai, Ban Xi, and the other maids all busied themselves around him.
Wei Lai obediently served him tea and helped him with his clothes.
Madam Zhen came over and asked softly, "Why is Tanlang so late? Have you eaten?"
Ouyang Rong nodded, "I ate out with Liu Lang and A Shan."
Mrs. Zhen looked slightly disappointed.
Ouyang Rong noticed this but didn't say anything. However, he still sat with the woman in the silk skirt for a while longer.
To be honest, he was always thinking about disaster relief and flood control, and was often out and about, so he really didn't spend much time with his aunt.
Ouyang Rong had never actually admitted to one thing:
He was somewhat avoiding the affection and care of the Zhen family; it was the same old problem—he was afraid of being tied down.
Ouyang Rong briefly recounted the business he had undertaken at Penglangdu that afternoon, selectively mentioning only what he had to say, as he couldn't possibly tell everyone.
The woman in the silk skirt smiled slightly, her lips curved into a smile. She rested her chin on her hand, her expression one of doting affection and focus. Her gaze fell on his face as she responded with "Mmm."
Ouyang Rong began to doubt whether she was actually listening.
After he finished speaking, he casually praised the signature dishes of Yunshui Pavilion.
After spending some more time together, seeing that it was getting late, Ouyang Rong bid farewell to Zhen Shi and went back to his room.
The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.
In the empty hall, Madam Zhen watched her beloved nephew's departing figure with a smile, but the smile slowly faded as she turned her head and said:
"Half-fine".
"Yes, madam."
"Did you hear what Dalang was saying about the food at Yunshui Pavilion?"
"I heard it."
"I'll make a trip tomorrow to inquire and see if I can hire a chef."
"Yes, Madam."
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Meiluyuan is a large courtyard with five sections.
The small pavilion at the far end of the courtyard was where Ouyang Rong and his personal maid, Wei Lai, lived.
It was already past 11:30 PM, and the night was cool as water.
Only one room in the pavilion had its lights on.
As usual, Ouyang Rong, who had just finished bathing, sat at his desk wearing clean undergarments, reading before bed.
On the other side of the room, behind a landscape painting screen, a petite figure with silver hair tied up in a double bun style was tidying up dirty clothes on a wooden rack next to the bath tub.
Wei Lai's silver hair was slightly damp, and she wore a plain white nightgown. Although she was often bullied at the Deer Garden these days, she was not lacking in nutrition.
She was of foreign descent, and although she was just a girl, she grew quite tall, making her a bit taller than other Eastern girls her age.
The well-fitting nightgown she was wearing was very form-fitting.
The silver-haired girls are quite numerous...
Perhaps because of what happened at the dinner table during the day, Wei Lai was occasionally a little distracted.
She would occasionally glance back at the person engrossed in reading at the desk.
He rarely looked at her when he was reading and writing... Wei Lai was somewhat used to it and continued to tidy up the dirty clothes.
Beside the steaming bathtub, a silver-haired girl, barely reaching the tub's height, carried a bamboo basket and tiptoed to put Ouyang Rong's discarded clothes into it one by one.
At one moment, the silver-haired girl found a piece of his undergarment in her hand. She quietly buried her face in the garment and secretly took a sniff. It was the familiar scent of its owner.
Judging from the practiced way she moved, she was clearly a repeat offender. However, this time, she suddenly looked up, her face showing a hint of confusion and panic. She hurriedly grabbed the other clothes from the basket and sniffed them...
After a while, as the silver-haired girl slowly lifted her head from a man's outer robe, her face turned completely panicked.
The master's clothes have... the scent of a strange woman!
This outer robe was a new one the master changed into after delivering lunch to Miss Xie at noon, when he returned to his study... Didn't the master just tell the mistress that he was only having dinner with colleagues that evening...? How come he was intimate with other women...?
As if remembering something, the silver-haired girl's face turned deathly pale.
She hurriedly stuffed the clothes back into the basket, not bothering to tidy up properly anymore...
Late at night, Ouyang Rong finished reading his book and prepared to go to sleep.
On the bed, there were two quilts, one inside and one outside.
Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes, got into bed, and snuggled into the innermost quilt, saying goodnight.
Wei Lai responded absentmindedly. She stood by the bed with her face down, raised her hand to untie the knot that tied her hair, and her silver hair spread out like a snowy tide to her waist.
The silver-haired girl went over and turned off the light, then kicked off her shoes, got into bed, and slept in the outermost quilt.
Perhaps because he was too tired today, Ouyang Rong did not stroke the silver hair of the girl in the bedding next to him before going to sleep.
The little girl became increasingly silent, curled up in the blankets.
In the darkness, Ouyang Rong quickly drifted off to sleep.
The room was dark and quiet, with only the sound of the man's steady breathing.
At that moment, the two blankets in the darkness stirred slightly...
Ouyang Rong fell asleep quite quickly today, and the only thing he vaguely noticed was that he dreamt he had fallen into the deep sea and was being wrapped up by an unusually clingy octopus.
Wait, why is this octopus extending a soft, cool tentacle down to his waist? Is this some kind of Cthulhu...? Something's not right!
The next second, someone suddenly became alert and woke up from their pillow.
Ouyang Rong propped himself up with his left arm, and the blankets slid down. He looked down and was immediately stunned:
A white hair in the bed.
It was indeed white hair; you could see its smooth, bright white hair even in the dark.
"What...are you doing?"
The little white-haired girl clung tightly to Ouyang Rong's waist, burying her face in his chest, her tiny hands gripping his back tightly... She sniffled, her voice trembling with a hint of tears, and murmured foolishly:
"Master...this servant...this servant wants to sleep with you!"
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