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Chapter 171 Moving like a white ape, quiet like a virgin

Ye Weilai had a weird expression on her face.

Watching Xie Lingjiang disappear into the night, she hesitated at the door for a while, but did not return to the house immediately.

Ye Weilai heaved a sigh of relief when she knew that there was a familiar soft "ah" sound that seemed to be a reminder from the room behind her.

With a "click" sound, he closed the courtyard door and the room door tightly, and turned back to enter the house.

Ye Weilai cast her curious eyes.

On the couch, the embroidered lady was sitting on the head of the bed with bent legs, Ouyang Rong's head was resting on her thigh, and the embroidered lady gently embraced him in her arms, and the pads of her slender fingers gently massaged and kneaded around the temples on both sides of his head .

Occasionally, she paused her fingers and closed her eyes slightly, as if she was sensing and conveying something.

For some reason, Ye Weilai always felt as if a doctor in a medical clinic was taking the pulse of a patient.

In addition, Xiu Niang's clothes were a little messy, and the sheets under her legs were also a little wrinkled, as if she had just been tossed and tossed.

Seeing this, Ye Weilai's small face revealed a somewhat dazed look.

Just now Miss Xie came into the room, the master's dream talk should not be groundless, it may indeed be vaguely awakened by Miss Xie's two "big brother", but in a daze, it should be the body of the lady who hugged him for some reason. Became a junior junior sister.

It's just that for some reason, the master was so sleepy in the sandalwood, and after all the tossing just now, he still didn't fully wake up.

I don't know if Xiu Niang used some special tricks on her master when she was not in the house just now...

The doubts in my heart are slightly resolved.

Ye Weilai pursed her lips slightly.

She now has a vague understanding of something, this dumb girl named Xiu Niang should be the same as Miss Xie, a legendary Qi trainer.

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

However, Miss Xie is the son of Qiwang, who is famous all over the world, and her father, Xie Xun, is also a great Confucianist in the academy. There is no shortage of teachers and resources. It is normal to learn Qi refining since childhood.

But what is going on with this embroidered lady, and what is the relationship with the master or the Nanlong Ouyang family, the master seems to have never mentioned it...

In the darkness, Ye Weilai, who was near the bed, temporarily relaxed her frowning brows. After entering the inner room, she turned around and lit a candle first.

An old yellow halo lit up in the center of the back room.

It is warm tone.

The darkness around the bed was dispelled.

Illuminate the silhouettes of the three people in the back room.

Ye Weilai raised her hands to the back of her neck, lowered her head slightly, and put on her pink and white apron embroidered with lotus flowers again.

But when she walked to the side of the bed, her footsteps stopped:
"what are you doing?"

Xiu Niang lowered her head and closed her eyes, put her two fingers together and lightly touched Tanlang's Shenting acupoint in her arms, as if she had sensed and probed, she silently retracted her two fingers to soothe the nerves, and took out a golden pill, lying on the bed. in the palm of your hand.

She lifted Ouyang Rong up and carefully put it into his mouth.

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

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

Xiu Niang put Ouyang Rong's head back on the pillow, lying down in a sleeping position, she turned her face, shook her head and palm at Ye Weilai who was full of worry.

"How can you feed the master indiscriminately..."

Ye Weilai stomped her feet angrily, but when she saw the mute girl called Xiu Niang on the bed looking at the master's sleeping face, her eyes were full of tenderness, and the words froze in her mouth, so she had no choice but to ask:
"Did you often treat the master like this while we were sleeping?"

Xiu Niang glanced at her, and nodded without concealment, as if she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

Ye Weilai hesitated to speak.

The embroiderer seemed to see the white-haired maid's distress, and pointed to Ouyang Rong on the bed, and she raised her index finger to Ye Weilai slightly:

"Shh."

The mute girl has a light figure, got out of bed with her shoes on, and led the girl in a white lotus apron with silver hair to her waist to the desk, leaving the closed-eyed young man sleeping soundly on the pillow alone without disturbing her.

Ye Weilai took down the only oil lamp in the house and followed the dumb girl.

The back room was once again invaded by darkness.

The orange "halo" followed the two girls to the desk, covering the piled but orderly desk.

The embroiderer stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to spread paper and ink, but Ye Weilai suddenly stopped her.

"Wait, come here, slave. The master is smart and has the obsessive-compulsive disorder he often calls himself. He arranges his things in a regular way. It is easy to find outsiders looking through his things... The slave is more familiar with it."

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

Xiu Niang silently took a step back and made way.

But she turned her face to stare at Ye Weilai, who was chattering and had a very familiar hand.

Tan Lang is intelligent, and the white-haired maid beside him is not intelligent.

Xiu Niang's eyes were a little bright and a little dark.

I don't know whether it is joy or worry.

"All right."

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

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

On the desktop, there are paper, ink, brush and inkstone.

The embroiderer rolled up her sleeves and picked up her pen.

Ye Weilai noticed that although Xiu Niang lacked her little finger on her right hand, she was not left-handed and still wrote with her right hand.

It's just that it is obviously more difficult to write with four fingers except the little finger, and it takes more sweat.

However, as the dumb girl in front of her wrote the pen, Ye Weilai's eyes flashed with surprise.

Xiuniang's handwriting is beautiful.

The characters are like the person, beautiful and graceful, fresh and elegant.

Just like a cup of scented tea in the mist in the morning, just one glance will refresh your heart.

Recently being punished by Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai, who practiced calligraphy calligraphy hard, couldn't help but take a closer look.

This pair of plain hands, which have been stained with spring water and have excellent cooking skills, can hardly imagine that they can write such good characters with only four fingers.

Ye Weilai's eyes became more and more curious.

"You ask."

On the paper, Xiu Niang wrote.

Maybe it's because he can't speak, but he can't even write concisely.

only answer.

Ye Weilai blurted out: "Do you like Tan Lang?"

Obviously, the girl had a lot of questions in her mind before, but she asked this first when it came time.

The embroiderer glanced at her, lowered her head at the table, brushed her hair on the sideburns by her ear with her little finger, and wrote silently:
"I don't see you for a day, but I think about it like crazy."

Ye Weilai couldn't help asking: "Is this kind of relationship...then how did you and Tan Lang meet?"

The embroidered lady paused for a moment with her fingers holding the brush.

fall:

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

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

"dream."

"what?"

"Dream, I dream of him every night.

"I have known Dan Lang for a long time.

"I spoke to him in a dream.

"I dreamed about him last night."

Ye Weilai fell silent, looking at the corners of the mouth of the dumb woman in front of the table who seemed to be smiling slightly, and said softly:
"But he doesn't like you, or...he doesn't know you."

"I know."

The embroidered lady does not look up:
"But he is my husband, and I promise to take care of Tan Lang for the rest of my life."

Ye Weilai's small face was stunned, she lowered her head and looked repeatedly at the line of beautiful handwriting with wet ink on the paper, then raised her head and couldn't help but glance at the side face of the embroidered lady.

"what?"

The white-haired maid wearing only a bellyband and obscene trousers in front of the table in the middle of the night, with a big mouth, seems to be dumb too, and can only utter a single syllable.

"and many more."

Ye Weilai turned to look in the direction of the sleeping Ouyang Rong, and asked quickly:
"Tan Lang doesn't seem to have ever been married. Mrs. Zhen and Miss Xie were worried about his marriage a few days ago. Did they make a mistake, or did Tan Lang divorce his wife?"

The embroidered lady shook her head, then nodded again.

She turned her head to look in the direction of someone sleeping in the inner room, stared at it for a while, lowered her head, and dipped in ink to write again.

Immediately, a few words on the paper fell into Ye Weilai's eyes, causing the latter to suffocate for a moment.

"My concubine is a child bride-in-law, she once took care of Tan Lang, she lost her morality and made mistakes...she was sold by her mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen."

"This……"

Ye Weilai's small face was stunned.

"Is there anything else... Huh..."

But she tried her best to think about it, and she seemed to vaguely remember hearing Mrs. Zhen mention it.

It seems that a few days ago, on the passenger ship returning to Nanlong's hometown, when Mrs. Zhen dragged her to chat on the bow deck, she faintly mentioned it.

It's just that Ye Weilai was absent-minded at the time, and only wanted to return to Longcheng County, but she didn't care too much, and didn't ask too much.

In front of the desk lit by candles, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

The pen in Xiuniang's hand fell weakly onto the rice paper, and the ink on the tip of the pen blackened a large piece of white paper for no reason, and it spread out, forming an ink circle.

Ye Weilai scratched the white-haired little head, and nodded thoughtfully:
"It seems that there is such a thing, so you are from the Da Furen's natal family? You were adopted by the Da Furen at the beginning, and then became Tan Lang's child bride?"

The embroiderer nodded, picked up the pen again, and Ye Weilai thoughtfully replaced her with a piece of clean rice paper.

"Tan Lang was weak and sick when he was young, and he needed someone to take care of him on the sick bed and accompany him day and night."

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

"During his illness, Tan Lang often fell into a coma. He may have no memory of me, only remember the pain from the needle prick...Miss Ye, did Tan Lang mention me to you?"

Ye Weilai was speechless for a moment, facing her mother's eyes full of expectation, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, deceiving in good faith:

"I mentioned it a little... But Tan Lang really doesn't have a deep impression, mainly because Mrs. Zhen mentioned it after dinner."

The dumb girl standing by the table raised her left hand and lightly brushed her hair by her ear, and glanced at his sleeping couch in the back room. She lowered her head, and the crystal earballs exposed by her ears were glowing red, like a shy love interest.

Ye Weilai paused in her words, staring at the embroidery lady who seemed to be happy just because the master still remembered her with strange eyes, she reminded in a low voice:

"It's just that the eldest lady left early, and we can only listen to what Miss Zhen said about these things. It seems that what Mrs. Zhen said is not a good thing... Of course, now it seems that there is something wrong. Don't blame Xiu Niang, Mrs. Zhen His personality may be a bit pungent..."

When Xiu Niang heard this, she swung her hands vigorously in the air, and even reached out to cover Ye Weilai's mouth.

Ye Weilai didn't expect it, she only saw the face of the dumb girl in front of her was full of fear and panic.

The embroiderer hurriedly grabbed a pen and wrote:
"Don't blame Aunt Zhen, don't blame mother-in-law, it's because Xiu Niang is useless, she can't take care of Tan Lang well, it violates the rules of wifehood."

Ye Weilai was taken aback for a moment, the mute girl's reaction made her feel a little distressed even though she was always indifferent to outsiders, Ye Weilai took her four fingers and said seriously:
"You are a girl from the Da Furen's family, so you should be from Nanlong. I heard that the family style in Nanlong seems to be very serious. They have high requirements for women's three obediences and four virtues, and they value chastity... Mrs. Zhen was on board a few days ago. This is also the way I warned my family, so that my family will be honest when I return to my hometown to worship my ancestors...

"So embroidery lady, did you do something wrong at the beginning, or did you commit some taboo? Madam Zhen didn't make it too clear. It seemed that you were not good to Tan Lang and stabbed him secretly with embroidery needles... and then she and The eldest lady is helpless to sell people, and Mrs. Zhen also said, you are some kind of wolf that you don't know well..."

"Ah." Xiu Niang seemed to have no strength to even lift a pen, unable to open her mouth.

The dim candlelight fell on a delicate oval face with two lines of tears.

Ye Weilai looked at the teary-eyed, lovable dumb girl in front of her, and shook her head vigorously:

"My family thinks that you are not like what she said. Could it be that there is some misunderstanding... Also, Xiu Niang, you are dumb. If there is a misunderstanding, you can't speak. You probably couldn't write when you were young. It's not unreasonable for Da Furen and Madam Zhen to misunderstand."

The embroiderer sucked her nose, and wrote with a pen, but the back of her hand trembled, and the pen holder was squeezed wrong twice. After adjusting:
"How could it be so, how dare it be so."

The owner of the beautiful small characters seems to be a little excited, and the characters are quite crooked:

"How dare my concubine hurt Tanlang. That year I was guarding Tanlang by the couch and working as an embroidery worker. A white ape carrying a sword slipped in through the window. It was very naughty. It not only provoked me to be quiet, but also grabbed the embroidery needle and stabbed Tanlang's arm.

"The white ape is extremely sensitive, and the concubine couldn't stop it. I found my mother-in-law and aunt Zhen, but it disappeared again, causing a misunderstanding.

"In this way, the white ape sneaked in day by day, stabbed Tan Lang every day, the concubine couldn't drive him away day by day, and the mother-in-law and aunt became suspicious day by day.

"One day later, I was finally able to beat it with an embroidery needle, and it screamed when I pierced it. I didn't dare to hurt Tanlang again, but that day, my mother-in-law and Aunt Zhen still took me to the ancestral temple. out……"

Ye Weilai, with a big mouth, was speechless, and took a long time to swallow her saliva and said:

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

Ye Weilai's voice became smaller and smaller, because she suddenly realized that Mrs. Zhen is still too kind to her now, if she put it in the past, maybe she would also kneel down at the ancestral archway...

The embroidered lady bowed her head.

She is as quiet as a virgin.

When I was young, I attracted a restless white ape, which caused such a disaster.

Good luck tricks people.

And later, Xiu Niang vaguely heard from her master and senior sister that the sect was able to find her because of this white ape with a sword...

Ye Weilai didn't ask about these teachers' affairs, so Xiu Niang naturally wouldn't talk about them.

The atmosphere was silent, after a long time, Ye Weilai said a few words of concern and comfort, and Xiu Niang forced a small smile.

"So Xiu Niang, do you know how to refine Qi?" Ye Weilai asked suddenly.

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

The embroidered lady nodded slightly.

Ye Weilai wanted to ask again, but Xiu Niang avoided her eyes and wrote on the paper instead:

"Everything is over, and it's useless. Can Miss Ye not tell Tan Lang? I'm afraid that he will know, and it will only increase troubles. Tan Lang has important things to do, so how can I worry about him? Besides... my concubine Being in a special situation, it’s hard to tell.”

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

"Sister Xiuniang told the slave family that she naturally trusts the slave family...but the master is the master of the slave family and does not affect the master. The slave family can not talk about it, but if it is necessary, it must be said. The slave family will definitely talk about it, but it will also tell you in advance. Come on."

"Thank you very much." Xiu Niang suddenly smiled.

Immediately, the two girls spoke a few more words, the sky outside the window gradually brightened, and a lot of sandalwood in the house dispersed.

From the direction of the bed in the back room, the sound of a man tossing and turning could be heard faintly.

"Sister Xiu Niang, I will go back first, other things will be handled by my servant."

Ye Weilai comforted softly.

Xiu Niang turned her head and glanced at the direction of the inner room, and left quietly.

(End of this chapter)