Chapter 154

161. There is Peace with a Woman, Strange Long Hair

The late-night guest,

Did not disturb much of the quiet night of Meilu Garden.

Even the gatekeeper who opened the door was only slightly surprised before going back to sleep.

Not many dreams were disturbed.

The red lanterns in the corridor were swayed by the evening wind, and the light halos they cast swayed and sprinkled on the silver-haired girl who was walking quickly.

The closer she got to the depths of Meilu Garden, to the Plum Forest Courtyard where Ouyang Rong lived.

The more at ease Ye Weilai felt.

But her originally impatient, hurried footsteps became slower and slower.

Thump-thump, thump-thump—!

In contrast, it was the heart beating rapidly under her somewhat developed chest.

In the quiet corridor, it was as if it had been magnified a hundred times, echoing in her ears.

When Ye Weilai finally arrived in front of the Plum Forest Courtyard, her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.

Her face revealed a timid and weak expression, somewhat like being closer to home and feeling more timid.

Will the master be angry?

A maid who doesn't listen and returns without permission?

Ye Weilai's footsteps, which were originally like a turtle crawling, stopped completely.

Her pretty figure stood still in a patch of tree shadows outside the courtyard gate.

It's so late, the master should be asleep already.

If I wake him up, will he be angry?

Ye Weilai began to pace back and forth in the mottled tree shadows, occasionally unable to help but turn her head to look at the pitch-black courtyard in front of her.

The pitch-black courtyard was calm and deep.

Ye Weilai felt it was just like when the master was sitting at the desk with drooping eyes and not speaking.

At this moment, it was as if a high wall made of air was blocking the girl.

Her feet seemed to be filled with lead and couldn't be lifted.

Ye Weilai suddenly took out a red brocade bag hanging around her neck from her collar, gripped it with her five fingers, and clearly felt the hard outline of the two copper coins in the bag.

A burst of inexplicable emotion suddenly surged into the girl's heart.

Her nose felt sour, and she suddenly rushed forward regardless of everything.

With a "clatter," the courtyard gate was pushed open.

The silver-haired girl rushed toward the main house like a swallow returning to the forest.

She really, really wanted to stay by her master's side.

Outside is a strange environment, strange people.

The whole world treats her as a freak to be avoided.

However, these were never the sharp knives that truly hurt her.

Because since she was a child, Ye Weilai had long been used to cold eyes and cold looks.

What Ye Weilai truly fears is the one-in-ten-thousand possibility of losing her master.

This trip to Nanlong, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and the journey is long.

Accidents can happen at any time on the road.

Life is impermanent, birth, old age, sickness, and death.

Whether it is her or the master who stayed in Longcheng County, they could all encounter accidents.

Leading to no hope of reunion.

At the time of parting, it was said that we could reunite in a few months.

However, in this world, how many promises of reunion left before parting can be fulfilled perfectly?

On the road these days, her heart was always haunted by a melancholy emotion that seemed to be a permanent parting from her master.

Even if rationality told Ye Weilai that with the master's wisdom and the protection of Xie and others, this possibility seemed very, very small.

Even only one in ten thousand.

However, worry and concern for loved ones never need rationality.

Because she couldn't bear the result if that one-in-ten-thousand possibility happened.

Ye Weilai arrived in front of the main house.

The originally hurried footsteps suddenly slowed down.

Her movements were also lightened.

It seemed she realized that the master might be in a dream.

In front of the door, Ye Weilai took a deep breath.

Creak—

With a slight sound, the main house door was pushed open.

Ye Weilai walked into the house on tiptoe and turned around to close the door gently.

Her eyes had long since adapted to the darkness, and she was extremely familiar with the house.

But perhaps because she was a bit nervous, the girl's breathing sounded a bit rapid.

And the heartbeat.

Ye Weilai's footsteps in front of the door paused, and she looked back at the direction of the inner room.

She covered her chest to calm her mood, and then walked carefully toward the bed.

Hey, what is this smell?

She, whose breathing had gradually stabilized, couldn't help but sniff her nose.

There seemed to be a rather strong sandalwood fragrance permeating the room.

Ye Weilai frowned slightly.

Especially since she had just been outside and entered the house rashly, she was naturally extra sensitive to the smell in the air.

But at this time.

"Thump—"

From the inner room, a slight sound suddenly came.

It seemed someone had bumped into something.

"Master?"

Ye Weilai was startled and blurted out.

"Are you awake?" She asked tentatively.

Hua Xuanji, she didn't wait for the person in the inner room to answer, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Like a little beast that had been lost for a long time and finally found its home, the silver-haired girl rushed into the arms of the black shadow on the bed regardless of anything.

"Master! It's Nu'er who didn't listen, didn't follow the mistress back to the countryside, and ran back without permission. Nu'er is willing to be punished. You... you hit Nu'er's buttocks, okay, Master..."

Ye Weilai's words containing sadness, grievance, coquetry, and other emotions fell like beans from a bamboo tube.

She held tightly to the warm and familiar chest of the youth wrapped in the quilt on the bed.

But soon.

Ye Weilai's small face, which was sniffing, froze for a moment.

Ouyang Rong's breathing was still regular and rhythmic.

"Ma... Master?"

Didn't seem to wake up.

Ye Weilai realized, loosened her embrace blankly, and looked around.

Then what was the sound just now?

Ye Weilai suddenly reached out and touched the bed sheet near the edge of the bed she was sitting on.

A strange warm current that didn't belong to her poured into her palm from the bed sheet.

The master doesn't only sleep inside the bed, why is this place also warm?

Could it be that the master just sleepwalked and turned over to sleep here?

In the darkness, the silver-haired girl frowned, loosened her hand, and turned over, wanting to get out of bed to light the lamp.

At this time.

"Wei... Weilai..."

Beside her, the youth wrapped in the quilt mumbled a sentence.

Ye Weilai's body paused, and she turned her head to explain, "Master, are you awake? Nu'er..."

But in the next second, her mouth was blocked.

Ouyang Rong, who was sleepy, rubbed his eyes, gently and lazily hugged Ye Weilai into his arms, and the two of them huddled together into the warm quilt.

Ouyang Rong mumbled in his sleep: "Don't... don't kick the quilt... don't cry..."

Ye Weilai: "..."

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to wake up, still sleepy, and even his consciousness was blurred.

He didn't even react to Ye Weilai's return.

It seems... he treated it as a dream?

Ye Weilai was wrapped in the master's strong and warm male breath, couldn't help but open her mouth, and was speechless.

Ouyang Rong's strong arm that domineeringly hugged her buttocks and waist made her have no mind to care about the strange sound just now for a while.

But immediately, Ye Weilai's flushed small face froze again.

Her somewhat hot face actively rubbed against a certain part of Ouyang Rong's chest.

Hey, why is the inner shirt fabric on the master's chest damp? Did the master drool while sleeping? But if he drooled, shouldn't it be on the pillow? How could it be on his chest? What kind of sleeping posture is this?

Or is it the tears she accidentally wiped on it when she rushed in and hugged the master just now, but did she have so many tears just now...

Ye Weilai tried hard to recall and attempted to think.

But gradually, she felt her eyelids were a bit heavy while being held in Ouyang Rong's arms, her eyelids opened and closed for a while, and they were fighting.

Her consciousness was like slowly sinking into a cloud.

In the faint sandalwood in the room and Ouyang Rong's male breath.

Ye Weilai closed her eyes in a daze.

It seemed that the deepest dream had been drawn out.

The girl's last bit of consciousness was...

Hmm, it's pitch black, how did the master know she cried?

Inside the main house, it returned to the previous silence.

Only this time, there were two more regular sleeping breathing sounds.

At one moment.

"Sigh..."

By the bed in the pitch-black inner room, I don't know where it came from, but a faint sigh of a strange woman came.

And under the bed illuminated by the moonlight, there were vaguely three pairs of shoes.

Except for Ouyang Rong and Ye Weilai's shoes, there was an extra pair of embroidered shoes.

Not long after, one of the embroidered shoes disappeared.

The night was still quiet.

Only with the sky about to brighten, the sandalwood in the room gradually faded away.

Morning.

There were insect chirps and bird calls one after another in the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he found something was wrong.

What is this thing in my arms?

Subconsciously, he carefully touched it up and down with both hands.

Then he opened his eyes wide and suddenly woke up.

Ouyang Rong lifted the quilt, his eyes staring at the girl with a peaceful sleeping face who had appeared in his arms.

But after seeing clearly the girl's silver hair and familiar appearance, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't Aqing or other women.

But Ouyang Rong's tone was still a bit unbelievable:

"Weilai? You... why are you here?"

It seemed that her white skin was a bit cold when exposed to the air. The silver-haired girl, who was sleepy, reached out behind her, wanting to pull the quilt to continue sleeping, but failed.

The silver-haired girl who was subjected to the torture of having her quilt lifted suddenly opened her sleepy eyes wide. She looked around and, like a groundhog poking its head out of a hole in a daze, muttered while rubbing her sleepy eyes:

"Master... you're awake, what... what time is it."

Ouyang Rong was speechless for a while, and his brows gradually frowned seriously.

The Ye Weilai in front of him had messy clothes, and a lot of fair and dazzling skin was exposed at her waist, legs, and pink buttocks. Her shoulders were slippery, her pink face was hot and red, and her star-like eyes were hazy...

Seeing this clumsy appearance of his own white-haired maid who had just woken up and looked pitiful, he reached out helplessly and pulled the quilt to cover her.

The sudden return of Ye Weilai right now also made Ouyang Rong lose the mood to do morning exercises to exercise his body.

Actually, regarding this scene in front of him

He also vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Ouyang Rong hugged the white-haired maid wrapped in the quilt and sat her up.

The two faced each other. Ouyang Rong sat leaning on the bed, and Ye Weilai sat lazily on him.

The blue-white quilt wrapped Ye Weilai's delicate body, revealing only a small, pitiful head with messy green silk.

However, Ye Weilai, who had been woken up, also gradually came to her senses. Her small face also became serious, her eyes rolled up quietly, aiming at the master's gradually serious expression.

"Speak, what's going on?" Ouyang Rong asked with a straight face.

Ye Weilai shrank her head.

The courage she had mustered to go all out when returning at night seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with her, and she couldn't find it at all right now.

"Master, Nu'er was wrong..."

"Don't act cute, speak directly, I'm listening."

Ouyang Rong pressed Ye Weilai's smooth little hand that was reaching under him, stuffed it into the quilt, and straightened her pitiful little head again. He said very gentlemanly.

"..."

Ye Weilai didn't doubt at all that if the reason she gave didn't pass, the master could immediately carry her and the quilt away and throw her onto the street outside.

Seeing Ouyang Rong's expression gradually sinking, Ye Weilai hurriedly confessed everything about her journey.

In front of him, the silver-haired girl didn't dare to hide anything at all.

At the end, she raised her small face, looked at Ouyang Rong, with a few strands of silver-white soft hair sticking to her two slightly parted pink lips, and didn't forget to add:

"Master, Nu'er had a dream, dreaming that when Nu'er and the mistress returned from ancestor worship in Nanlong, you had disappeared, and no matter what, we couldn't find you..."

The girl's voice was trembling and weak.

Just like a little beast abandoned by its parents outside the nest, whimpering pitifully.

Ouyang Rong listened silently, seemed to avoid her gaze, and turned to look at the empty room outside the bed.

The words he originally wanted to scold were quietly swallowed back.

For a time, there was no sound.

I don't know why.

All the anger he had when he got up was extinguished by more than half by these gray-blue eyes that Ye Weilai was vaguely filled with tears and staring at.

Ye Weilai's small hand reached out from the quilt again, timidly grabbing Ouyang Rong's clothes, her voice soft and glutinous: "Master..."

"I'll deal with you later, get up first!"

Ouyang Rong glared at her and shook his head.

"Yay!"

Ye Weilai hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, tidying up the skirt on her slender body in front of the bed.

She skillfully took Ouyang Rong's long robe and literary gown and happily served Ouyang Rong to get dressed.

Seeing this happy expression of his white-haired maid, Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly and also turned over and got out of bed.

Ye Weilai stood in front of Ouyang Rong, sticking extremely close, and after putting the long robe on him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tied his belt.

Ye Weilai suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong, tried hard to stand on tiptoe, and pecked his mouth several times lightly.

"What are you doing? I haven't brushed my teeth." Ouyang Rong, who was attacked, leaned back speechlessly.

Ye Weilai shook her head, her small face stubborn:

"Mother said, for the person you like, you must boldly hug and kiss him... Nu'er likes the master's taste, like it so much, like it so much..."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

Sure enough, the gentle village is the hero's grave.

Feeling the temperature transmitted by this living person in his arms, Ouyang Rong's expression flashed with a moment of hesitation and delay.

Ouyang Rong, who was being happily hugged by Ye Weilai, turned his head silently and looked in the direction of Yilan Pavilion in the Su residence outside the window.

He thought of his Junior Sister again...

Perhaps it was because they had been separated for several days, the white-haired maid was exceptionally clingy, like a piece of toffee.

The two of them stayed together for a while in the morning before separating leisurely.

After finishing the Liu family's affairs, Ouyang Rong wasn't in a hurry to go to the Longcheng County government office too early today.

After washing and dressing, he turned and went to the desk.

Ye Weilai was familiar with tidying up the room.

Passing by the desk, she saw Ouyang Rong writing at the desk, his expression lost in thought, as if he was practicing calligraphy or something.

But he kept writing the same character.

"Master, why do you keep writing the character 'An' (Peace)?"

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his head and said calmly: "Don't you find this character 'An' interesting?"

"Hmm, what's interesting about it?"

"Look at 'An' separately. Above is a house, below is a woman."

Ouyang Rong stopped his pen and sighed with emotion, his tone profound: "Only when there is a woman in the house can a man be at peace."

"Hey, it seems so."

Ye Weilai pointed her finger at her chin, her small face revealing a look of thought, and asked again:

"Then, what about the character 'Jia' (Family)?"

"There is a pig in the house, so it's a family that eats and drinks in peace. It is said that the sages created characters not without reason."

It couldn't stump him at all.

"It really is..." Ye Weilai nodded, and then asked with a curious small face: "Then, what about the character 'Yan' (Banquet)?"

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and said: "In the house, the sun..."

The words got stuck.

Ye Weilai's eyes lit up again: "Hmm, there is also the character 'Yan' (Peaceful), how does the master interpret it? How did the sages create it?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand with a straight face: "Go, go, go, do your work, why do you care so much."

Ye Weilai stuck out her little tongue, turned to make the bed on the bed; the person also put down the pen, and suddenly had no interest in writing anymore.

At one moment, the back of the silver-haired girl who was arching her buttocks on the bed suddenly stopped.

She picked out a black, shiny long hair from the pillow with two fingers.

Longer than the master's hair.

"Master, when Nu'er wasn't here, who was tidying the room?" Ye Weilai asked suddenly.

"Aqing." Ouyang Rong said casually.

"Oh... Master, how is your relationship with Miss Xie now? Did you bring her to our bed before?"

"???"

Ouyang Rong said speechlessly: "What kind of question is this? How many times have I said it, we are a normal Senior Brother and Junior Sister relationship."

"Got it."

Ye Weilai frowned slightly:

"Does Aqing have such long hair... Whose is this?"

She murmured in her heart, and immediately, as if recalling some things from last night, her eyelids drooped slightly.

Ouyang Rong looked over curiously: "What's wrong with you?"

"No... nothing."

A fair, tender little hand quietly put a certain black, shiny long hair into her sleeve...