Chapter 160: 167. Weilai the Embroiderer, Stealing the Heart of the Sandalwood Gentleman

167. Weilai the Embroiderer, Stealing the Heart of the Sandalwood Gentleman

For the maids and servants of Meilu Garden, these past two days had been quite stressful.

It wasn't because the young magistrate master was difficult to serve.

On the contrary, it was easy to see the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with the little ghosts.

Actually, this metaphor wasn't quite appropriate either; the magistrate master wasn't the King of Hell, and the personal maid beside him wasn't a little ghost, but the meaning was the same.

Ye Weilai, the personal maid beside the master, had been frequently running around among the maids and servants in the courtyard these past few days.

Her eyes would occasionally glance at them, drifting back and forth.

If it were an open and aboveboard inspection, that would be one thing, but what made the maids of Meilu Garden a little scared was that when they turned their heads to look casually while working, they would find that this big favorite beside the master was secretly peeking at them.

It was just like slacking off on duty, turning your head back, and instantly bumping into the gaze of the boss who was quietly standing behind you.

It was as scary as it could be.

Especially since Ye Weilai also had the strange appearance of a barbarian, with a head of silver hair and gray-blue eyes.

She was like a fox spirit or ghost girl from a strange tale.

Anyway, being secretly watched by such a silver-haired girl,

the maids couldn't help but feel a bit chilled in their hearts.

They 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 caught talking acid or bad things about her behind her back.

Actually, it wasn't surprising that Ye Weilai put so much pressure on the maids and servants of Meilu Garden.

Who didn't know that after Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen and the others left, the one in charge of the inner residence of Meilu Garden now was this personal maid beside the master.

Because all the maids and servants of Meilu Garden revolved around Ouyang Rong, responsible for his clothing, food, and daily life, Ye Weilai, who was closest to Ouyang Rong and most familiar and trusted by him, naturally became the woman in charge of the rear residence.

Who wouldn't have to bow respectfully and call out "Little Miss Ye" or "Sister Ye" when they saw her?

And a few months ago, when the dirty white-haired maid was brought back by Ouyang Rong, her miserable appearance and the situation where she was disliked by everyone—except for the new maids, many of the old people still in Meilu Garden remembered it vividly.

In just a few short months, from being barely clothed to wearing silk and satin, from being unable to fill her stomach to being bright and beautiful...

Among the old maids of Meilu Garden, there was no lack of women who privately spat at Ye Weilai's back, which had hair reaching her waist, calling her a "fox spirit."

As for why Ye Weilai, a maid who didn't quite fit the subjective aesthetic of Great Zhou men, could be called a fox spirit.

Regarding this somewhat contradictory question, the maids who were generally sour in their mouths either automatically ignored it or subconsciously matched it with reasons that sounded convincing:

Need you ask? This fox spirit must have some foreign charm that we don't know about, which has served the young and ignorant master until he's dizzy, which is why she's so favored. And I heard this fox spirit often calls the master "Master" in private. Hmph, she really is shameless.

As for Ouyang Rong, the master who was bewitched by the fox spirit, was he a lecherous person who was blinded by lust?

If someone asked them this question,

the maids' subconscious answer would be one hundred percent negative:

Of course not. The master is a world-renowned gentleman, a scholarly seed, and a magistrate who is talented in disaster relief and water control... But it is precisely because of this that he is simple and honest about matters between men and women, making him easy to be bewitched by a fox spirit.

Actually, it wasn't entirely the maids' fault for being double-standard; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to explain why the master, who was a devil in lust, hadn't extended his "claws" to them...

Therefore, the more they tried to whitewash and explain for the young magistrate in their hearts, the more they could feel at ease and righteous in spitting at the white-haired maid.

So, it can only be said that being able to win the master's favor is the ladder to the sky and the path to the clouds for maids and servants.

Just working honestly is useless. Otherwise, look at the new mute kitchen maid named Xiuniang in the back kitchen. Besides asking for leave a bit frequently, she works diligently on weekdays, and even the young master often praises her craftsmanship.

The most critical thing is that she is also very standard-looking, a fresh, delicate, and lovable type of small-town girl. She is both mute and has a broken finger. Even when the maids see her, they can't help but feel pity and closeness, and they can't hate her.

But what's the use of that? Noble people are forgetful, let alone the master who is busy with official business. He wipes his mouth after putting down his chopsticks and forgets the kitchen maid behind him. They have never seen the master summon her...

Hmm, eight out of ten times, it's that white-haired, blue-eyed fox spirit playing tricks, jealous of Xiuniang and afraid of having her favor shared.

I remember seeing this fox spirit run to the back kitchen to find Xiuniang before, pretending to be humble and learning her pastry skills. Now it seems she wanted to teach the apprentice and starve the master...

However, these past two days, it seems there was something going on at home, and the kitchen maid named Xiuniang was asking for leave again.

But she was lucky to avoid the "Little Miss Ye" wandering and peeking like she was having a seizure these past two days.

Some maids of Meilu Garden thought to themselves.

Seeming to have discovered that her behavior was a bit strange, Ye Weilai's strange behavior of tucking her sleeves, wandering around, and peeking at the maids' hair in Meilu Garden only lasted for two days before everything returned to normal.

It was as if these things had never happened.

The maids of Meilu Garden breathed a sigh of relief, and after this incident, the complaints and sour words about Ye Weilai were indeed less... It's just that when they saw Xiuniang, who seemed to have finished her family affairs and returned to the back kitchen, they couldn't help but want to stand up for this honest, mute kitchen maid again.

And Ye Weilai, who had returned to normal and seemed to have thrown the strange long hair to the back of her mind, didn't know about the cold mockery and sour words of some maids in Meilu Garden behind her back.

Nor did she know that she, who often praised Xiuniang's craftsmanship in front of Ouyang Rong, who was dining, would be backstabbed.

But even if she knew, she would probably just purse her lips and say nothing.

Ye Weilai didn't care much about whether these maids in the Meilu Garden courtyard were convinced in their hearts after being convinced in their mouths. Hmm, as long as they could maintain a superficial familiarity and politeness on weekdays, it was fine.

In other words, what did she want their hearts for? As long as their bodies were honest and obedient to her, it was fine.

In Ye Weilai's eyes, she had only ever cared about the heart of one person from beginning to end.

She only wished to obtain one person's heart.

As for the rest, let the floods come; 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 buttocks raised, her back to the master who was reading at night at the desk, her two hands busy tidying the sheets and spreading the quilt.

Outside the window was the night color like ink.

Before long, Ouyang Rong put down his book, extinguished the lamp on the desk, and walked toward the bed in the inner room.

"Is Master going to sleep?"

"Hmm."

Ouyang Rong raised his hands to undress and nodded.

"Wait a moment, Master, it's almost spread."

Ye Weilai knelt on the bed, still busy with her back turned, but her hands seemed to have sped up a bit.

Ouyang Rong, who was yawning, couldn't help but look at the pink buttocks that the maid spreading the bed was slightly sticking out toward the outside of the bed.

Ye Weilai was wearing a moon-white nightdress today, but he didn't know if the girl's body was developing too fast, or if the fabric of the skirt's hip circumference was too tight, or if the tailor had cut corners.

When she spread the bed with her back turned, her pink buttocks were outlined by the tight, elastic fabric into a round, inverted heart-shaped curve.

Although not considered large, the shape of her buttocks was excellent.

And perky.

And the most critical thing was the youthful vitality that was tight and elastic under the skirt.

This was what attracted men the most.

Only those who had experienced it knew.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it and always felt that this girl was doing it on purpose.

She was itching for a beating again.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, shaking off the memory of a certain scene after executing family law that had just emerged in his mind.

Those were two snow-white things, but they seemed to have been ravaged, and this snow-white was filled with a faint pink halo.

Ouyang Rong looked away.

After tidying up the quilt, Ye Weilai buried her head in the bedding as if sniffing it, turned her head and smiled:

"The bedding was newly sun-dried today, and it still has the smell of sunshine."

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and turned his head to say, "This might be the smell of mites that were sun-dried to death."

"..." Ye Weilai.

Although she didn't quite know what mites were, she caught the master's straight-man disappointment.

As expected of Master.

"Master." Ye Weilai suddenly said.

"Hmm?"

Ye Weilai looked at him for a while, smiled, and was the first to drill into the quilt: "Time to sleep."

Ouyang Rong was speechless. He closed the window and got into bed, but just as he crossed the small body of Ye Weilai, who was sleeping on the outside of the bed, and entered the quilt near the inside of the bed, his arm suddenly bumped into something hard and cool.

After Ouyang Rong got into the quilt, he asked curiously:

"What is this?"

Ye Weilai didn't say a word and pulled out a white sandalwood jade-handled knife from the warm, bulging quilt beside her.

She placed it in front of Ouyang Rong.

"..." Ouyang Rong's body subconsciously leaned back.

He had black lines all over his head: "Why did you bring this thing to bed? Do you want to stab me?"

Ye Weilai shook her head and blinked: "It's not for me to come, it's for Master to come."

Ouyang Rong was annoyed and immediately said: "Then I'll stab you?"

Ye Weilai seemed to have thought of something, and her small face flushed, although she knew the master's words were careless.

Ye Weilai reminded him in a low voice: "Of course it's for self-protection. Has Master forgotten what Miss Xie said before?"

Ouyang Rong frowned:

"If I had known, I wouldn't have told you about the skirt knife. You're touching it again. If the Xiao Shimei knows you're messing with her knife, she'll eat you alive."

Ye Weilai shook her head and stuffed the skirt knife into Ouyang Rong's arms:

"It's okay. I'm touching the skirt knife, and Miss Xie can't sense it. I'm helping Master take it up. Didn't Miss Xie say before that Master should carry the skirt knife and be inseparable from it? So we can't be lax even when sleeping."

Ouyang Rong was speechless. He grabbed the knife, propped himself up, and looked at the dark, fire-extinguished room outside.

"Alright, alright, Master, go to sleep quickly."

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 risk the cold wind to run out of bed to put the knife away.

Instead, he turned and placed the white sandalwood jade-handled knife on the sheet between him and Ye Weilai, lay down, and went to sleep honestly.

He didn't see the smile of the white-haired maid under the quilt beside him fade.

Her small hand touched a bulging quilt somewhere beside her, and then touched the skirt knife between her and the master's body.

Then, like Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai also closed her eyes.

The room gradually fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

There were only the two regular breathing sounds belonging to a young man and a young girl.

The former snored slightly.

The night grew deeper.

I don't know how long it had been.

In front of the courtyard gate of the Plum Forest Courtyard, I don't know when, a slender black shadow appeared.

This black shadow was extremely quiet, as if it had merged with this darkness.

If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice any clues from a distance.

Xiuniang silently stared at the tightly closed courtyard gate in front of her.

One hand reached out, four fingers gently pressed against the wooden door.

She didn't push the wooden door.

She seemed to be feeling the rough touch coming from the wooden board.

At one point, Xiuniang raised her hand again and gently brushed the hair that had slipped from her ear.

She turned her head and silently looked toward the southeast.

That was the Su Fu.

The mute girl named Xiuniang, with eyes as clear as the water of a mountain stream, seemed to be able to see through the heavy tree shadows and the dark night wind, seeing the beautiful figure watching on the roof of a woman's boudoir in the Su Fu.

Under the moon, there was a Grade 7 Confucian lady supporting her chin and daydreaming, not knowing what she was thinking about. Her gaze was often cast toward this courtyard of the Sandalwood Gentleman.

That's right, Xiuniang had always known.

That the Sandalwood Gentleman's Xiao Shimei was caring for and protecting him.

But this Miss Xie had never discovered her existence.

Xiuniang's small face was calm, and she didn't blame this Miss Xie much, because she knew how special she was.

Ever since she was brought into that sect, whether it was her teachers or senior sisters, they had been nagging her, telling her that she was very special.

Xiuniang was extremely quiet.

Quiet as a virgin.

So was her sword.

Controlling movement with stillness.

Of course, "stillness" wins.

And besides stubborn stones and dead objects, are there any living creatures in this world quieter than a virgin?

So as long as Xiuniang didn't violently mobilize her spiritual energy cultivation, very few people could "discover" her in this situation, unless their Qi-refining techniques were special, or their cultivation had reached the peak of perfection.

It was the same last time at the Compassionate Relief Institute, when she sat silently behind that familiar one-armed swordsman.

Before this, besides "asking for leave," she often followed the Sandalwood Gentleman and Miss Xie behind them all day, and it was the same.

She had never been noticed by that Miss Xie.

In front of the courtyard gate, Xiuniang silently withdrew her gaze.

The embroidered shoes that often appeared in front of Ouyang Rong's bed late at night moved lightly.

The slender figure disappeared in front of the gate.

Inside the courtyard, accompanied by a slight sound that could be ignored, the door of the main house in the courtyard opened without wind and closed without wind.

And in the house, it seemed that something more had appeared.

After another while, in the shadow of a curtain somewhere in the house, a spark-like light suddenly lit up, as if something had been ignited.

The air in the house seemed to become hazy and blurred, and a faint scent of sandalwood gradually permeated.

The mute girl's eyes, like painted lacquer, stared blankly toward the bed in the inner room.

She shouldn't have come.

But she couldn't help it.

Before long, the house seemed to be filled with sandalwood.

Beside her ears, those two familiar breathing sounds seemed to become even deeper.

Xiuniang still didn't move, standing quietly in place, as if listening, or as if daydreaming.

Actually, this sandalwood wasn't some kind of anesthetic, but a good thing, beneficial to him, only... it made people a little sleepy.

Immediately, Xiuniang seemed to have come to her senses, let out a light breath, and her footsteps walked toward the bed where he was sleeping as if she couldn't control them.

And at this moment, in a certain quilt, the white-haired maid was sleeping very peacefully.

Her small hand was gripping the knife.

Damn, why do I have so much energy when I write this kind of plot? I'm not right... ===== CHAPTER 161 =====