Chapter 142

One Hundred Forty-Nine: Daoist Companion Lingjiang, Mute Maid Embroidery Maid

Xie Lingjiang, in a red dress, walked along the waterside corridor leading to Yilan Pavilion.

Every distance along the corridor, there were occasionally Su Fu maids in pairs moving stools and standing on tiptoe to light the corridor lamps.

If one looked down from a high place, inside the wealthy mansion shrouded in the cyan-dark night of the evening, a long row of corridor lamps lit up one after another, like a long dragon carrying lights.

Along the way, there were occasionally busy Su Fu maids greeting her. Xie Lingjiang nodded softly and showed them an elegant smile, although she didn't say much today.

After the girl's back went far away, the Su Fu maids felt more and more affection for this Xie family noblewoman who was temporarily staying in the mansion, only saying that it was a great blessing for whoever's son could marry Miss Xie.

At some moment, in a place where there was no one in the corridor, Xie Lingjiang stopped silently and leaned on the railing to look into the distance at the sky.

Her smile gradually faded, and her pretty face stared blankly at the night sky.

When she was young, her father once pointed to the eastern horizon and told her that the morning star, also known as Taibai, was the brightest star in the sky before dawn, the light in the darkness, guiding the way for the lost, and bringing hope for moving forward...

Once, her father's back was her morning star.

Nowadays, the owner of the skirt-knife not far away, who pulls at her heartstrings all the time, is her morning star.

"I have always believed that there is such a light... that has always existed." Xie Lingjiang tapped the railing lightly, her vermilion lips whispering.

Actually, before meeting him, she didn't want to marry.

Until she met him...

On the corridor with insect chirps, a girl lowered her head shyly, talking to herself in a daze:

"Could it be that Ru Shixiong is also like me before, never marrying in his life, wholeheartedly seeking the Dao... like this... it's not impossible..."

If it were really so.

He really wanted to be a blockhead for a lifetime.

Then just like now, always following behind Ru Shixiong, being the woman closest to him, a companion in career and life, actually there is nothing bad about it. Isn't this also a disguised form of accompanying him for a lifetime?

Xie Lingjiang smiled suddenly.

The entire corridor hanging with bright lanterns seemed to have become a bit brighter.

Her lotus steps were light, and she turned around briskly.

Daoist companion, Daoist companion, companion on the Great Dao, why isn't this also a kind of being together like birds with joined wings?

Ouyang Rong did not tell his junior sister about his guess that there might be a swordsman assassin in the Beitian Jiyang Yuan in the morning.

The matter had already happened, and telling her would only increase his junior sister's guilt and lingering fear.

It might even make his junior sister feel like she owed him.

Ouyang Rong chose silence.

At this moment, after watching his junior sister enter the Su Fu, he did not leave immediately, but gave Liu Ashan a few instructions, sending him and Liulang to Donglin Temple to investigate.

After arranging these finishing matters, Ouyang Rong returned to Plum Deer Garden.

Actually, regarding the suspicious fact that the potential assassin in the Beitian Jiyang Yuan did not make a move in the morning, Ouyang Rong had a slight guess.

It might be related to the unknown blessing not long ago. There had been no movement before, but looking at it now, it might have been fulfilled here, allowing him to escape a disaster.

But what was the specific process?

Ouyang Rong was not a person who was used to being muddled and letting things go, so he sent Liulang and the others to continue to follow up and investigate.

However, his top priority at the moment was still tomorrow's county-wide public trial.

Ouyang Rong locked his brows all the way, returned to Plum Deer Garden, drew a bucket of well water in the courtyard, washed his face simply, and prepared to return to the room to rest for a while.

Suddenly, a burst of rice fragrance filled his nose.

Ouyang Rong stopped, turned his footsteps, and walked into the dining hall next door.

"Master!"

Aqing and several old women who stayed in Plum Deer Garden were serving dishes to the table. The former saw Ouyang Rong walk in, her eyes bright, and she called out crisply.

After Zhen and Weilai left, Aqing and her brother and mother had been living in Plum Deer Garden for the past few days. Ouyang Rong's daily life these two days had her busy figure.

It's just that Ouyang Rong, who was self-reliant, did not let the little girl take on some of the tasks of a personal maid that Weilai originally did.

Beside the dining table, Aqing put down a bowl of hot and sour soup that Ouyang Rong loved to eat, rubbed her slightly red fingers on both sides of the apron around her waist, and said happily:

"I was just about to call you to eat, and Master came."

Ouyang Rong smiled at her, leaned forward, and glanced at the table. Although the number of dishes was small, each one was rich, and they were all dishes he loved to eat.

He quickly pulled out a stool and sat down, rubbed his chopsticks with both hands, and immediately started eating.

It seemed like he had been injected with chicken blood, and there was no sign of the slumped-shoulder weariness of returning home after tossing and turning all day outside.

Sure enough, eating is the real business, which can stimulate the infinite potential of a person who eats rice.

Aqing smiled and handed over a bowl of white rice.

Ouyang Rong's nose was a bit itchy from the steaming heat of the white rice. He scratched it with his index finger, took a mouthful, and said with a smile:

"Aqing has worked hard."

"Not hard."

Aqing shook her head:

"If it's hard, it's the cook who works hard. The dishes were all made by her. She was originally supposed to take leave to go home today, but she hurried back in the evening to cook for Master..."

Ouyang Rong picked up dishes and ate rice, sweeping away the clouds, nodded and said casually:

"It's really hard work. Aqing, take care of it, don't treat her badly in terms of monthly money... I'm busy usually, if the cook or other maids in Plum Deer Garden have any difficulties, they can go to Ashan."

Ouyang Rong actually had a good impression of this cook who cooked in Cloud Water Pavilion. Since Zhen and Weilai left, this could be considered the only thing in the empty Plum Deer Garden that gave him the taste of home.

Regarding the instructions of the young magistrate who took time out of his busy schedule to eat, Aqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

For the thin little cook in the back kitchen who looked pitiful and weak, she actually had a good sense of closeness. Master was busy and couldn't take care of the chores in Plum Deer Garden, so she naturally helped as much as she could.

"By the way, what was her name again?"

Putting down the empty bowl, before Ouyang Rong left full, he asked casually.

Aqing was stunned and replied: "Everyone calls her Embroidery Maid."

"Embroidery Maid? Which embroidery?"

Aqing pondered: "It should be the embroidery of embroidery;."

"Embroidery Maid, huh."

Ouyang Rong nodded.

In this era, many women were called so-and-so maid.

Some were calculated by their ranking in the family, and some were calculated by a certain character in their nickname.

This name for a cook was also common.

Five hours ago.

Beitian Jiyang Yuan.

The back of a young magistrate had just disappeared at the entrance.

The morning sun fell on the old, weak, sick, and disabled patients who were receiving care and moving freely on the lawn of the inner courtyard.

Until moonlight bloomed, even covering the sunlight of the day.

This scene, which was like a bright moon suddenly appearing.

First, it lasted for a short instant.

Half a breath, or even shorter.

Then after a pause, it appeared twice more in succession, each time for less than a breath.

After the moonlight shone on the whole courtyard for the last time.

The moonlight disappeared without a trace.

It was as if it had never appeared, leaving only the patients in the inner courtyard, except for the blind, looking around blankly.

In a deserted corner of the inner courtyard.

There were two figures, one standing and one kneeling.

The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

Only the sound of playing and fighting from the childhood sweethearts playing the bamboo horse game not far away could be faintly heard.

If one looked closely, one could find that the thin bamboo pole used as a bamboo horse had returned to the hands of the armless little boy and the deaf-mute little girl.

The two children continued to play happily, but what they didn't find was that this bamboo horse was a small section shorter.

It seemed to have been shaved off by some sharp object, the broken end was slanted, like a sharp spear, and the sharp edge was faintly stained with blood.

In the corner of the inner courtyard that no one visited.

There was a rather strange scene.

Standing in the sun was a thin, mute girl with her eyes covered by a cyan ribbon.

She, who had returned the bamboo horse as promised after less than ten breaths, was raising her hand to slowly untie the cyan ribbon covering her eyes.

Opposite the thin, mute girl, in the black shadow covered by the tree shade, knelt a one-armed youth.

The one-armed youth supported the ground with one hand, as if looking at something with his head lowered.

The right sleeve was broken.

The only remaining withered-wood-like stump of his disabled right arm was completely broken.

The bloody stump lay on the ground in front of him.

Ajie lowered his head in a daze.

A long sword was inserted diagonally into the ground between him and the thin, mute girl.

Under the sunlight approaching noon, on the sharp sword body between the grass and the sword hilt, moonlight was still flowing quietly like water.

The sword named "Moon Maid" was completely undamaged, as if the matter of losing to a wooden bamboo pole not long ago did not exist, or rather... it had nothing to do with it.

The two of them had just had three sword exchanges.

Three times the moonlight filled the courtyard, corresponding to three sword exchanges.

Except for the first sword that blinded him with moonlight, the thin, mute girl was in a state of being blindfolded by a ribbon for the last two swords.

Ajie's sword was fast.

Publicly recognized as fast.

However, he seemed to have encountered a girl who was faster than him.

Ajie originally thought that he, who had fallen from Grade 6 to Grade 7, was invincible in the same realm.

However, it was very unfortunate that he encountered a truly invincible existence in the same realm.

And the latter was also truly peerless in the world in a certain aspect regarding the sword.

Regarding this point, Ajie was originally half-believing and half-doubting.

Until he met her today.

That's right, he knew her, at least he had heard of her.

"Why didn't you kill me."

Sensing that the thin, mute girl had untied the blindfold and seemed to be preparing to leave, Ajie, who was looking down at his severed arm in a daze, suddenly asked.

The thin, mute girl did not speak.

Ajie raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot asked: "Too lazy to make a move?"

The thin, mute girl paused, and looked at the severed-arm youth who was gradually trembling all over and whose state was a bit wrong.

She was quiet for a while, then shook her head.

Ajie was full of doubts, "Then why..."

Halfway through, the words stopped, as if he had discovered that the thin, mute girl's eyes were looking in the direction where the young magistrate had left before, and he reacted to something, and said in a daze:

"Because I hesitated for a moment just now toward him?"

The thin, mute girl nodded.

Ajie was suddenly speechless.

The thin, mute girl pointed one hand in the direction Ouyang Rong left, pointed to her own heart, then pointed to the sun above, and the other hand waved vigorously at Ajie.

It seemed to be telling something very important.

"Ah."

The thin, mute girl's eyes were bright and incredibly sincere.

Even though the other party was a defeated opponent who had been defeated by her three swords.

"Please don't hurt him... also, you are actually a mute..."

Ajie was a bit shocked, looking at this mute girl with a heart like a red child in a daze, and digested it for a good while.

Thanks to the young magistrate, he had saved his life, and his eyes dimmed.

Afterward, as if remembering something, the youth couldn't help but blurt out:

"Who is he to you?"

Paused, he asked again:

"Do your senior sisters know about this?"

The thin, mute girl slowly lowered her head and did not answer.

At this moment, as if faintly sensing the movement of the young magistrate not far away, she suddenly raised her head and looked over. This scene was like a plum blossom deer drinking water timidly by the lake, suddenly raising its head and pricking up its ears.

Immediately, the thin, mute girl didn't care about the one-armed youth anymore and left in a flash.

As for the strange sword inserted diagonally on the grass between the two, the mute girl did not take it away.

I don't know if it was because she didn't care or because of something else.

Perhaps.

She was different from her senior sister.

Ajie opened his mouth slightly, kneeling in place in a daze.

This one-armed swordsman looked at the strange sword inserted quietly on the ground in front of him in a daze, his lips whispering:

"Osmanthus Maid... Osmanthus Brew... Osmanthus Maid brews Osmanthus Brew..."

He suddenly wanted to go home very much.

Actually, when Ouyang Rong went out in the morning, the thin, mute girl had been silently following behind him.

Including when he went to find Xie Lingjiang next door.

Then, together with the latter, who was dressed as a noble pink-skirted lady today, they went to Donglin Temple as if on a date.

The thin, mute girl followed far behind, like a kite, sometimes far and sometimes near Ouyang Rong.

The Xie family girl with a noble air made the thin, mute girl a bit afraid to look directly at her.

Feeling inferior.

However, seeing that he had someone to accompany him and someone to take care of him, just like the silver-haired maid who left a few days ago, the thin, mute girl's footsteps became a bit lighter.

She felt that as long as she could watch him from afar and be safe and sound, it would be fine.

However, the thin, mute girl still overestimated herself.

When she witnessed Ouyang Rong accepting Xie Lingjiang's skirt-knife in Donglin Temple, and going to the main hall to draw lots and burn incense with the latter.

In the square outside the main hall where pilgrims were coming and going, the thin, mute girl stopped abruptly.

The crowded flow of people burning incense and worshipping Buddha bumped her around, retreating frequently.

It was just like a lonely boat swaying and drifting in the rapids very close to the waterfall, about to fall into the ten-thousand-zhang cliff under the waterfall.

However, the open-air Buddha statue she couldn't help but kneel and worship when she passed by just now seemed to have shown its spirit.

Not long after entering the main hall, that familiar man's figure ran out in a hurry.

The thin, mute girl was happy, and hurriedly suppressed her mood of turning around, continuing to follow him closely.

And this time, the Xie family noblewoman was not there, and it was just her and him again.

The thin, mute girl's mood was like drifting clouds, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy.

She did not gloat.

She only had a pure heart like a red child that was praised and envied by her senior sisters.

Joy and sorrow were natural, without any self-deception.

Afterward, the thin, mute girl who followed Ouyang Rong into the Beitian Jiyang Yuan naturally discovered the severed-arm assassin hiding inside.

So there was the exchange with Ajie in the inner courtyard...

After considering his slight kindness, breaking his severed arm, and letting him go.

The thin, mute girl hurried to find Ouyang Rong.

She watched him climb up and down, entering and exiting the dry well underground palace as if missing the old days.

She watched him leave the Beitian Jiyang Yuan with ease.

At the same time, she also watched him rise up and draw his sword in the bamboo forest pavilion, trapping and killing the two scholars.

Ouyang Rong and Liu Qi fought in the pit, the thin, mute girl witnessed the whole process, her whole body tense, her long eyelashes trembling.

At a certain stalemate, her gaze hurriedly cast toward the bald little novice monk sleeping by the pit, and she made a detour.

The thin, mute girl barely suppressed it and did not appear.

Afterward, it was the whole journey accompanying Ouyang Rong down the mountain, watching him rush on the road with all his strength, watching him cleverly arrive at the Di Gong Sluice to save the scene, watching him be supported by everyone back to Dragon City...

The thin, mute girl did not continue to follow.

Like countless evenings in the past, she silently returned to Plum Deer Garden one step ahead of him.

She wanted to cook for Tanlang.

They all called her Embroidery Maid, Mute Maid Embroidery Maid.

Recommend a fairy grass "I Have a Cultivation World", author Deng Ju is a real big shot, famous work "Lord of the Stars"! Introduction:

Chen Mo, a high school student in the Immortal Sect, is working hard to review and prepare for the Great Dao Academy. Originally, the biggest dream of his life was to successfully build a foundation, until he could travel to another cultivation world, and then, the dream changed...

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