Chapter 161: 168. Two Women, One Play

168. Two Women, One Play

There was very little moonlight tonight.

Sandalwood permeated the room.

A mute girl slowly walked out from the shadow of the curtain in the front hall.

She turned her head and glanced at the wooden rack beside Ouyang Rong's bed.

The rack was within reach beside the bed, and a long sword was hanging on it.

It was quite familiar; it seemed to be the sword of that one-armed swordsman from Chang'an that day.

Xiuniang silently corrected her gaze and cast it toward the pitch-black bed in the inner room.

Her two hands on her sides quietly pinched the hem of her clothes, making a wiping motion.

A few days ago, before Xiao Niangzi Zhen left, she heard Ye Weilai, who came to the back kitchen to learn craftsmanship, mention that the Sandalwood Gentleman seemed to have some internal heat these past few days, and there was even a scent of Sichuan pepper on his mouth and face when he woke up early.

Only then did Xiuniang realize her negligence.

Because she was often soaked in the kitchen making spicy dishes with Sichuan pepper, the scent of Sichuan pepper on her hands and body was heavy, but she was completely unaware of it.

As a result, she often ran to the Plum Forest Courtyard late at night to visit the Sandalwood Gentleman, and when her palms couldn't help but gently stroke his sleeping face, she left the spicy scent of Sichuan pepper on his face.

The moonlight leaking through the window crack happened to shine on Xiuniang's delicate side face, and also shone on the trace of apology on her side face.

She lowered her head, raised her hand, and sniffed her right index finger, as if confirming something, before continuing to walk forward and arriving at Ouyang Rong's bedside.

Inside the bed, Ouyang Rong was lying on his back, his two hands raised, palms overlapping, pillowing his head.

Ye Weilai also seemed to be lying on her back, her whole body shrunk into the quilt, and even the small head on the embroidered pillow was mostly covered by the embroidered quilt, revealing only a pair of tightly closed eyes, with breathing and exhaling all exposed from the gap in the quilt.

Looking at this personal maid with silver hair and blue eyes beside the Sandalwood Gentleman.

A complex and difficult-to-understand color flowed from the bottom of Xiuniang's eyes.

There was comfort, envy, sourness, and also sorrow.

Putting aside some things, Xiuniang actually quite liked Ye Weilai.

Among the gossiping maids and servants in Meilu Garden, Xiuniang naturally heard some of the recent comments about Ye Weilai.

However, she didn't care about these.

She only looked at what Ye Weilai actually did, whether she was wholeheartedly good to the Sandalwood Gentleman, and whether she would cause trouble for the Sandalwood Gentleman...

These were enough.

Words were just illusions.

Behavior was the confession.

Xiuniang was just like this.

This was also a truth she had realized very, very early on.

Because she couldn't speak.

She could only act silently.

But the more innocent one was, the purer one was.

The sword path was like this, and the love path was also like this.

Xiuniang was a mute, but not a piece of wood.

Who could be without feelings?

Sometimes there would be something blocking the bottom of her heart, and she would open her mouth to lightly "ah," with nowhere to vent.

Xiuniang told herself that she had to do something, had to do something, no matter what it was, at least she couldn't do nothing.

So Xiuniang came, even if she couldn't recognize him at all.

Just like a senior sister had once said to her:

"... Little Junior Yuan Shijie, rather than standing on a cliff for a thousand years, it's better to cry bitterly on the shoulder of your lover for one night."

Xiuniang had many senior sisters.

Some were strict, some were cold, some were warm.

But they all treated her like family.

However, sometimes, the word family also meant responsibility and restraint.

Xiuniang didn't resent fate.

She was already content.

Especially since she still had the opportunity to see him...

Xiuniang's lowered gaze moved away from Ye Weilai's face and looked at Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.

A few days ago, when Ye Weilai left with Xiao Niangzi Zhen and hadn't returned halfway, for her, it was a very happy time.

Except for the emotional ups and downs on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, for the next few days, the Sandalwood Gentleman went out early and returned early, regularly eating the meals she made, sleeping early, and at night she lit the sandalwood that made people sleepy, and could get into bed, curl up her body, and bury her head in his arms, falling into a fragrant sleep.

Although she would occasionally wake up near dawn and have tears that fell in her sleep for no reason, wetting the fabric of his chest.

But this plain life, which was like a world for two, made Xiuniang somewhat addicted.

Just like a real husband and wife.

It's a pity that the Sandalwood Gentleman's personal maid came back, and the Sandalwood Gentleman seemed to like her quite a bit.

Moreover, Xiuniang also saw when she entered the house just now, the embroidered stool where the woman beside the Sandalwood Gentleman's desk sat, and some green handwriting on the desk.

The Sandalwood Gentleman also seemed to be teaching her to write.

In front of the bed, the mute girl who was silently lifting the curtain and staring at the bed had eyes that suddenly dimmed.

"Ah..."

A very slight woman's voice sounded in the darkness in front of the bed in the inner room.

It's a pity that she was so cowardly and humble that she couldn't even disturb a nightingale.

Xiuniang was silent.

Four fingertips were slowly stroking Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.

Like a breeze, brushing over the sharp arc of his face, and then brushing over his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin.

Clearly, she shouldn't have this kind of emotion right now.

She also had no qualification or identity to raise this kind of emotion.

Just like the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, when she followed all the way to Donglin Temple and saw the Sandalwood Gentleman and that Miss Xie walking into the hall to pray for marriage together.

But why was her heart like a lake reflecting flowing clouds, flickering, sometimes low and uncomfortable, sometimes happy and jumping?

Xiuniang stood quietly in front of the bed, secretly stroking Ouyang Rong's face for a while.

Her fingers clearly and accurately felt the temperature conveyed on his skin.

It seemed she was much more at ease.

At one point, Xiuniang turned her head silently and looked at Ye Weilai, whose breathing was equally regular and whose sleeping face was equally peaceful.

In the darkness, her eyes, as clear as a stream, couldn't help but reveal some envy.

Time passed bit by bit.

After standing and waiting in front of the bed for a while longer.

Xiuniang bent over, crossed Ye Weilai on the outside of the bed, and straightened the quilt corner for Ouyang Rong.

She turned and left the bed.

The room was still quiet.

The mute girl's footsteps were also as light as a goose feather, silent.

But Xiuniang stopped halfway, her back suddenly stiffening.

She stood with her back to the quiet bed, motionless.

Beside her ears, the two sleeping breathing sounds were still very regular.

Xiuniang suddenly turned around and walked back toward the bed in the darkness.

Her eyes didn't look at the Sandalwood Gentleman.

Instead, she stared fixedly, her gaze falling on the white-haired girl sleeping on the outside of the bed.

Xiuniang's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

She remembered that every time she came in the middle of the night in the past, the white-haired maid was sleeping on her side, tightly hugging the Sandalwood Gentleman's arm, and she also liked to drool on the Sandalwood Gentleman's arm.

Xiuniang walked to the bed and stared at Ye Weilai, who was lying on her back with her eyes closed, for a while.

Ye Weilai's mouth and nose were covered by the quilt, and she could only see her closed eyes and the white-haired bangs on her forehead. Xiuniang examined her for a while.

"Mas... Master... don't go... don't leave me behind..."

Before long, the white-haired maid muttered between her lips, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyeballs also turned under her eyelids, as if she were having some strange dream.

The white-haired maid turned slightly, with her back to Xiuniang, and hugged Ouyang Rong's arm.

It was the standard drooling posture again.

After watching this pair of master and servant on the bed silently for a while, Xiuniang withdrew her gaze and turned to leave the bed.

Before long, in the direction of the room door, a slight opening sound came with a "click," and then a "creak," as if it were closed again.

The room returned to silence.

Only the faint sandalwood lingered beside the bed.

And I don't know how long it had been.

The air in the room was still quiet.

It was as if no one had ever been here.

There were only the two regular breathing sounds of a young man and a young girl in the bed.

Until...

"Phew~ that was close... that was close."

A sound of relief that was desperately suppressed sounded imperceptibly beside the bed.

I saw that Ye Weilai, who was lying on her side hugging Ouyang Rong's arm with her back to the room door, had actually opened her eyes I don't know when.

Ye Weilai's mouth and nose were exposed from under the quilt.

Just like a blue whale returning from the deep sea and poking its head out on the sea surface, she took a big breath.

However, while she was breathing, she was also trying to suppress the frequency, as if she were afraid of disturbing the existence that had already moved away.

And if you looked closely at this moment, you could clearly see the luster of water stains on the girl's pink lips, nose, etc., which were a bit wet.

The field of vision moved down further.

I saw that under the quilt, a small hand was holding a stack of wrinkled, wet towels.

Sure enough!

Ye Weilai frowned deeply, her nose moved slightly, she sniffed the sandalwood in the air a few times, and after catching her breath, she hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with the wet towel again.

Her intuition was not wrong!

In the darkness, Ye Weilai covered her mouth with the wet towel, sat up, opened her blue eyes wide, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the room door that had already left, shouting in her heart.

Actually, Ye Weilai had long discovered that something was wrong. Every day when she slept with Master, she would always find some small oddities when she woke up. In the past, she didn't think much of it once or twice.

But ever since she returned from outside and made a surprise return in the middle of the night, she very clearly discovered signs that an outsider had been there.

It should be the owner of that strange long hair.

And the sandalwood that was faintly left in the air before was also the same.

These past few days, the more Ye Weilai thought about it, the more she felt that this was highly likely a kind of hypnotic incense that made people fall into a deep sleep.

So tonight, she specially prepared wet towels and other things, placed them under the quilt to cover her mouth and nose, and specially waited until late at night.

As a result, just when Ye Weilai's eyelids were about to fight, she finally waited for the strange sandalwood and the movement of the strange visitor.

At this moment, looking at the tightly closed room door outside, Ye Weilai let out a long sigh of relief, and the back of her small hand wiped the sweat from her white forehead.

The gaze of that black shadow in front of the bed just now had stared for a long time, almost seeing through her.

At that moment, Ye Weilai felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she almost couldn't hold on and reveal herself, opening her eyes.

Fortunately, at that time, she had a flash of inspiration, treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and finally mixed through it...

On the bed in the darkness, the white-haired maid's small chest, which was exposed under the wrinkled nightdress, was gradually calming down.

Her small hand under the quilt reached out to the sheet beside her and touched something cold.

That Miss Xie's skirt knife.

Ye Weilai felt a little more at ease and turned her head to look at the young man who was still sleeping in the quilt beside her.

A hesitant look appeared on the girl's small face.

She seemed to be thinking about how to handle the next thing.

The reason why she chose to verify it alone after having doubts before, without immediately telling Master,

was because Ye Weilai didn't expect that the truth would be even more outrageous than she had imagined.

To be honest, Ye Weilai had originally thought... this might be Master having a secret meeting with a special woman in the middle of the night, and the woman's identity was special, making it inconvenient for her to know, or that Master and she had some special hobbies and interests, and the hypnotic incense was used on her.

So, if it really was Master's secret, what could she, a personal maid, do?

Naturally, it was inconvenient to break it on her own, just play dumb. It was just a bit of disappointment that Master didn't play with her, and an uncontrollable curiosity like a cat.

But looking at it now, she thought wrong, and Master was also kept in the dark.

Just what was this late-night visitor doing?

Sent by Master's enemy?

But the Liu family was already about to go bankrupt, and that Master Liu was dead, so where did the opponent come from?

Moreover, looking at this appearance, this late-night visitor didn't look like she wanted to hurt them.

Otherwise, why didn't she make a move when there were so many opportunities before?

Who on earth was it? If she had known, she should have just taken a peek just now...

Ye Weilai, covering her mouth and nose with the wet towel, took another deep breath. Her bangs hung low, and she pondered for a while. The hesitation on her face gradually disappeared.

Ye Weilai reached out and extended toward Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping. At this moment, as if they had a tacit understanding, she suddenly turned her head and immediately bumped into a complex gaze.

Ye Weilai's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Ah!"

She opened her eyes wide, only to see a woman standing quietly just three meters in front of the bed, her eyes staring at her.

She had actually returned.

Ye Weilai opened her eyes wide, jumped up, grabbed the left hand of the sleeping young man beside her at the first moment, and stuffed the hilt of the skirt knife into his warm palm.

Immediately after, she reached out and pulled a long sword with silver radiance from the wooden rack in front of the bed.

With a "clang," the sword trembled.

"Who are you people? Don't hurt my master!"

On the bed, Ye Weilai knelt up, holding the sword hilt with both small hands.

Her small body blocked in front of Ouyang Rong, not giving an inch, the moonlight long sword in her hand pointing straight at the slender black shadow in front.

The atmosphere inside and outside the bed seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"Ah..."

The slender black shadow seemed to open her mouth, wanting to say something, but only made a single syllable.

Why was it a bit familiar?

Ye Weilai, who was holding the sword with her eyebrows raised, frowned even more, but at the same time, she didn't delay for a moment. One of her hands, which had been quietly extracted, had already reached out, grabbing Ouyang Rong's arm in the quilt and shaking it.

But at this moment, I saw that the slender black shadow in front actually took a step back on her own.

"Ah woo... woo..."

Seeing this, the white-haired girl saw that the slender black shadow in front was waving her hands hard at her. Rather than saying she was stopping her, it was better to say she was begging.

Ye Weilai's expression was slightly stunned, and at this moment, her eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and coupled with the position where the slender black shadow retreated, she was exactly in the moonlight leaking through the window crack.

There was mottled moonlight hitting her body.

Ye Weilai immediately saw clearly the face of this late-night visitor who was begging.

Her small face was stunned, and her hand also stopped shaking Ouyang Rong's arm.

"Xiu... Xiuniang?"

In the pitch-black room, the atmosphere was silent.

The mute girl bathed in moonlight and the white-haired maid confronting her with a sword were both motionless, staring at each other silently.

On the bed, a certain young man who had been shaken by his arm not long ago seemed to mutter something, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

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