Chapter 163: 170. Moving like a Bai Yuan, Still as a Virgin

170. Moving like a Bai Yuan, Still as a Virgin

Ye Weilai's expression was a bit strange.

Watching Xie Lingjiang's figure disappear into the night, she hesitated at the door for a while and didn't return to the room immediately.

Knowing that a familiar light "ah" sound, which was a reminder, came from the room behind her, Ye Weilai breathed a sigh of relief.

With a "click," she closed the courtyard gate and the room door tightly, and turned back into the room.

Ye Weilai's curious gaze was cast over.

I saw that on the bed, Xiuniang was sitting on the head of the bed with her legs bent, Ouyang Rong's head was pillowing on her thighs, Xiuniang was gently hugging him into her arms, and her two slender fingers were gently massaging and kneading around his temples on both sides of his head.

She occasionally paused her fingers, closed her eyes slightly, as if she were sensing and passing something over.

I don't know why, but it always gave Ye Weilai a sense of deja vu of a medical clinic doctor taking a pulse for a patient.

In addition, Xiuniang's clothes were a bit messy, and the bed sheet under her legs was also a bit wrinkled, as if they had just rolled and tossed around.

Seeing this, Ye Weilai's small face showed a look of realization.

Just now, Miss Xie entered the room, and Master's dream talk shouldn't be groundless. It might indeed have been vaguely awakened by those two "Senior Brother" calls from Miss Xie, but in a daze, he should have mistaken the body of Xiuniang, who didn't know why she was hugging him, for the Junior Sister.

It's just that I don't know why, Master was so sleepy in this sandalwood, and after that toss just now, he still didn't fully wake up.

I don't know if it was because Xiuniang used some special technique on Master when she wasn't in the room just now...

The doubt in her heart was slightly resolved.

Ye Weilai pursed her lips slightly.

She now vaguely understood something. This mute girl named Xiuniang should be a legendary Qi practitioner, just like Miss Xie.

Otherwise, Miss Xie should have discovered Xiuniang just now. If she didn't discover her, then there was a possibility that the Xiuniang in front of her might be even more powerful than Miss Xie...

However, Miss Xie was a descendant of the Five Surnames and Seven Clans famous throughout the world, and her father Xie Xun was a great scholar in the academy. It was normal for her to have no shortage of teachers and resources, and to learn Qi-refining techniques from a young age.

But what was going on with this Xiuniang, and what was the origin between her and Master or the Southern Long Ouyang family? Master seemed to have never mentioned it...

In the darkness, Ye Weilai, who was close to the bed, frowned and temporarily relaxed. After entering the inner room, she turned her face to light a candle first.

A piece of old yellow light halo lit up in the center of the inner room.

It was a warm tone.

The darkness beside the bed was dispelled.

Illuminating the figures of the three people in the inner room.

Ye Weilai raised her two hands to the back of her neck, lowered her head slightly, and retied the pink-white embroidered lotus bellyband.

But when she walked to the bed, her footsteps paused:

"What are you doing?"

Xiuniang lowered her head and closed her eyes, pressed her two fingers together against the divine court point of the Sandalwood Gentleman in her arms, as if sensing and probing, silently withdrew the two fingers that were calming the spirit and passing Qi, and flipped her hand to take out a golden pill, lying in her palm.

She lifted Ouyang Rong's body and carefully sent it into his mouth.

Looking at this set of procedures and appearance, it was quite proficient.

Ye Weilai was stunned, and anxiously stepped forward: "You..."

Xiuniang put Ouyang Rong's head back on the pillow, in a flat sleeping posture. She turned her face, shook her head at Ye Weilai, who was full of worry, and shook her palm.

"How can you feed Master random things..."

Ye Weilai stomped her feet in annoyance, but seeing the mute girl named Xiuniang looking at Master's sleeping face with full tenderness, the words in her mouth were stuck, and she had to ask helplessly:

"Did you often do this to Master when we were sleeping before?"

Xiuniang looked at her and nodded without any concealment, as if she didn't feel she had done anything wrong at all.

Ye Weilai wanted to speak but stopped.

Xiuniang seemed to see the confusion and entanglement of the white-haired maid, pointed to Ouyang Rong on the bed, and gently raised an index finger in front of her lips to Ye Weilai:

"Shh."

The mute girl's posture was light, she got out of bed wearing shoes, and took the girl with the white lotus bellyband and silver hair reaching her waist to the desk, leaving the young man sleeping sweetly on the pillow alone, not to disturb him.

Ye Weilai took down the only oil lamp in the room and followed the mute girl.

The inner room was invaded by darkness again.

The orange-yellow "light halo" followed the two women to the desk, covering the desk piled with cases but orderly.

Xiuniang reached out, as if wanting to spread paper and grind ink, but was suddenly stopped by Ye Weilai.

"Wait, let me do it. Master is clever, and has what he often calls obsessive-compulsive disorder. The placement of things has its own rules, and it's easy to discover outsiders rummaging through his things... I'm more familiar with it."

The oil lamp was placed on the table, and Ye Weilai stepped forward to replace Xiuniang in spreading paper and grinding ink.

Xiuniang stepped back silently, making way.

However, she stared at Ye Weilai, who was chattering and familiar with her hands at the table.

The Sandalwood Gentleman was clever, and why wasn't this white-haired maid beside him clever.

Xiuniang's eyes were a bit bright, and a bit dim.

I don't know if it was joy or sorrow.

"Alright."

Ye Weilai tidied up the details on the table and turned to make way.

Xiuniang came back to her senses and walked to the table.

On the table, there were paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.

Xiuniang rolled up her sleeves and picked up the brush.

Ye Weilai noticed that although Xiuniang was missing a little finger on her right hand, she was not left-handed and still wrote with her right hand.

It's just that writing with four fingers excluding the little finger was obviously more difficult, and the sweat paid was more.

However, accompanied by the mute girl's falling brush in front of her, a flash of surprise flashed in Ye Weilai's eyes.

Xiuniang's handwriting was very beautiful.

The handwriting was like the person, beautiful and graceful, fresh and overflowing.

It was like a cup of flower tea with lingering mist in the morning, just one look, and it was refreshing.

Ye Weilai, who had been practicing calligraphy copybooks hard recently under Ouyang Rong's punishment, couldn't help but lean closer and take a few more looks.

It was hard to imagine that this pair of plain hands that had been stained with spring water and had excellent cooking skills could write such good characters, and with only four fingers.

Ye Weilai's curiosity grew deeper.

"You ask."

On the paper, Xiuniang wrote with the brush.

Perhaps it was because she couldn't speak, even writing was concise.

Just answer.

Ye Weilai blurted out: "Are you fond of the Sandalwood Gentleman?"

Although the girl originally had many questions in her heart, when it came to the point, she asked this first.

Xiuniang glanced at her, lowered her head in front of the table, gently brushed the hair by her ear with her little finger, and wrote silently:

"Not seeing him for a day is like being crazy with longing."

Ye Weilai couldn't help but ask: "Is it this kind of emotion... Then how did you and the Sandalwood Gentleman meet?"

The brush held by Xiuniang's slender fingers paused.

Falling:

"He never knew I was there, and before... he never said anything to me."

"Then how did you get together?" Ye Weilai's tone was puzzled, and she added: "You can't speak either."

"Dream."

"What?"

"Dream, I can dream of him every night.

"I've known the Sandalwood Gentleman for a long, long time.

"I talk to him in my dreams.

"I dreamed of him again last night."

Ye Weilai was silent, her eyes looking at the corners of the mute girl's mouth that seemed to be curved in a shallow smile, and said softly:

"But he doesn't like you, or rather... he doesn't know you exist."

"I know."

Xiuniang didn't raise her head:

"But he is my husband, and I promised to take care of the Sandalwood Gentleman for a lifetime."

Ye Weilai was stunned, lowered her head, first looked at the delicate handwriting on the paper that hadn't dried yet, and then looked at Xiuniang's side face again.

"Ah?"

The white-haired maid with a bellyband opened her mouth wide, as if she had become a mute, and could only make a single syllable.

"Wait."

Ye Weilai turned her face to look at the direction of Ouyang Rong sleeping, and asked quickly:

"The Sandalwood Gentleman doesn't seem to have been married. Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen and Miss Xie were worried about his marriage a few days ago. Is there any misunderstanding, or did the Sandalwood Gentleman divorce his wife?"

Xiuniang shook her head and nodded again.

She turned her head to stare at the direction where someone was sleeping in the inner room, stared for a while, lowered her head, and wrote with ink again.

Hua Xuanji, a few characters fell into Ye Weilai's eyes, making the latter's breathing suffocate for a moment.

"I was a child bride, I used to take care of the Sandalwood Gentleman, I lost my virtue and made a mistake... I was sold by my mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen."

"This..."

Ye Weilai's small face was stunned.

"Is there such a thing... Huh..."

However, she tried hard to frown and think, as if she vaguely remembered hearing Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen mention a little bit.

It seemed that a few days ago, on the passenger ship returning to the old home in Southern Long, Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen pulled her to chat on the deck at the bow of the ship and vaguely mentioned it.

It's just that Ye Weilai was absent-minded at the time, only thinking about returning to Dragon City County, but didn't pay much attention and didn't ask much.

In front of the candle-lit desk, the atmosphere fell into a short silence.

The brush in Xiuniang's hand fell weakly on the rice paper, and the ink on the tip of the brush dyed a large area of white paper black, rendering it and forming an ink circle.

Ye Weilai scratched her white-haired little head and nodded in thought:

"It seems there is such a thing, so to speak, you are from the big lady's family? Adopted by the big lady at the beginning, and then as the Sandalwood Gentleman's child bride?"

Xiuniang nodded, picked up the brush again, and Ye Weilai considerately replaced her with a clean piece of rice paper.

"The Sandalwood Gentleman was weak and sickly when he was young, and needed someone to take care of him on the sickbed, day and night."

After a pause, another line of delicate regular script appeared on the paper:

"The Sandalwood Gentleman often fell into a coma during his illness, and might have no impression of me, only remembering the pain of needle pricks... Little Miss Ye, has the Sandalwood Gentleman ever mentioned me to you?"

Ye Weilai was speechless for a while, facing Xiuniang's eyes that were filled with expectant brilliance, she hesitated for a moment, nodded gently, and told a kind lie:

"Mentioned a little... but the Sandalwood Gentleman indeed doesn't have a deep impression, mainly listening to Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen mention it after tea and dinner."

The mute girl standing at the table raised her left hand to brush her hair, glanced at his sleeping bed in the inner room, lowered her eyes, and the crystal earlobe exposed by her ear was red, as if it were a shy flower heart.

Ye Weilai stopped, looking at Xiuniang, who was suddenly happy just because her master still remembered her, and reminded her in a low voice:

"It's just that the big lady left early, and we can only listen to Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen alone about these things. Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen doesn't seem to say anything good... Of course, looking at it now, it's indeed a bit wrong. Xiuniang, don't blame me. Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen's personality might be a bit spicy..."

Hearing this, Xiuniang's two hands swung hard in the air, and she even reached out to cover Ye Weilai's mouth.

Ye Weilai didn't expect that she only saw the fear and panic on the mute girl's small face.

Xiuniang hurriedly grabbed the brush and wrote:

"Don't blame Aunt Zhen, don't blame mother-in-law, it's Xiuniang who is useless, can't take care of the Sandalwood Gentleman, violating the wife's virtue and husband's principles."

Ye Weilai was stunned. The mute girl's reaction made her, who had always been cold to outsiders, feel a bit of pity and unbearableness. Ye Weilai held her four fingers and said seriously:

"You are a girl from the big lady's family, you should also be from Southern Long, right? I heard that the clan customs in Southern Long seem to be very serious, with high requirements for women's three obediences and four virtues, and valuing chastity... Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen also warned me like this when she was on the ship a few days ago, telling me to be honest when returning to my hometown to worship ancestors...

"So Xiuniang, did you do something wrong at the beginning, or did you violate any taboos? Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen didn't say it too clearly. It seems to be that you were not good to the Sandalwood Gentleman, and used embroidery needles to secretly prick him... and then you were helplessly sold by her and the big lady. Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen also said that you are some kind of wolf that can't be raised..."

"Ah." Xiuniang seemed to have no strength to pick up the brush, opening her mouth weakly.

The dim candlelight fell on a delicate goose-egg small face with two lines of clear tears.

Ye Weilai looked at the tearful, lovable mute girl in front of her and shook her head hard:

"I don't think you look like what she said at all. Is there any misunderstanding... Also, Xiuniang, you are a mute. If there is a misunderstanding, you can't speak. You shouldn't have known how to write when you were young. It's not unreasonable to be misunderstood by the big lady and Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen."

Xiuniang sniffed, picked up the brush to write, but the back of her hand was trembling, and she made a mistake twice in holding the brush. After adjusting:

"How could this be, how dare I."

The owner of the delicate small characters seemed a bit excited, and the characters were crooked:

"How dare I hurt the Sandalwood Gentleman? That year I was guarding the Sandalwood Gentleman on the bed, doing embroidery work, when a white ape carrying a sword slipped in through the window, very naughty, not only disturbing my peace, but also grabbing embroidery needles to prick the Sandalwood Gentleman's arm.

"The white ape was extremely agile, I couldn't stop it, and I looked for mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen, but it disappeared again, leaving a burst of misunderstanding.

"Like this, the white ape sneaked in every day, and pricked the Sandalwood Gentleman every day, and I couldn't drive it away every day, and mother-in-law and aunt became more and more suspicious day by day.

"Later one day, I was finally able to win it with an embroidery needle in my hand, pricking it until it screamed, not daring to hurt the Sandalwood Gentleman again, but that day, mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen still took me to the ancestral temple, the clan elders testified, and I was expelled from the register and sold..."

Ye Weilai opened her mouth wide, speechless, and it took a long time before she swallowed:

"There is such a strange thing? Is there really a spiritual white ape in this world? Xiuniang is too wronged..."

Ye Weilai's voice became smaller and smaller, because she suddenly found that Xie Xiao Niangzi Zhen was still too kind to her now. If it were in the past, she might have to go to kneel on the ancestral tablet...

Xiuniang lowered her head.

She was quiet as a virgin.

But when she was young, she attracted a naughty white ape, leading to such a disaster.

Creation makes fools of people.

And later, Xiuniang vaguely heard from her master and senior sisters that the sect was able to find her, it seemed to be because of this white ape carrying a sword...

Ye Weilai didn't ask about these sect matters, and Xiuniang naturally wouldn't talk about them.

The atmosphere was silent. After a long while, Ye Weilai comforted her a few words, and Xiuniang smiled faintly.

"So Xiuniang, can you practice Qi?" Ye Weilai asked suddenly.

Perhaps it was the heart-to-heart talk just now that brought the two girls closer.

Xiuniang nodded gently.

Ye Weilai wanted to ask again, but Xiuniang avoided her gaze and wrote on the paper:

"Everything has passed, it's useless to say more, Little Miss Ye, can you not tell the Sandalwood Gentleman, I'm afraid he will know and add trouble, the Sandalwood Gentleman has big things to do, how can I add worry to him, besides... my situation is special, it's hard to speak."

Ye Weilai was silent for a while, lowered her eyes and said:

"Xiuniang sister told me, naturally it is because she trusts me... but the master is the master, it doesn't affect the master, I can not tell, but if there is a necessary matter, I must tell, I will definitely tell, but I will also tell you in advance."

"I am very grateful." Xiuniang smiled.

Hua Xuanji, the two girls said a few more words, the sky outside the window was gradually bright, and the sandalwood in the room dissipated a lot.

In the direction of the bed in the inner room, the sound of the young man tossing and turning vaguely came.

"Xiuniang sister, go back first, I will handle other things."

Ye Weilai comforted softly.

Xiuniang looked back at the inner room, and left quietly. ===== CHAPTER 164 =====