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Chapter 111 The Lying Maid Wants to Beat...

Ouyang Rong came back early tonight.

It's time for the meal at the second quarter of Youzheng.

But with Xie Lingjiang.

Wei Lai and the maidservants in Meiluyuan found out that this young junior sister of Mr. Lang likes to come to Meiluyuan for dinner with Mr. Lang recently.

But Mrs. Zhen welcomed this very much, so naturally no one dared to talk too much.

Merlin courtyard.

In the study room, the moon shines on the branches outside the window.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang sat around the table and chatted for a while about the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism and the recently popular poems and proses of gifted scholars in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Regarding the latter, Ouyang Rong was mainly listening to what the junior sister was talking about with great interest.

In the imperial examinations of the Great Zhou Dynasty, metrical poems were tested, and the custom of reciting poems and composing Fu became a common practice.

In addition, the prosperity of singing and dancing in the prosperous age is naturally indispensable to the embellishment of poems and prose by literati.

It's just that Ouyang Rong has never written any poems before or now.

His reputation for being unfeminine is greater than that of his poems.

Nor does it depend on this misfortune to make a living.

As for copying poetry or something.

Who is a serious person to copy poetry?
Ouyang Rong laughed, isn't flood control more interesting than this?
Xie Lingjiang glanced at the white-haired maid who was coming in to deliver snacks, got up and said:

"Eldest brother, then I'll go back first."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Ouyang Rong sent Xie Lingjiang out of the study, and the latter did not follow the right path, but walked towards the plum grove next to Ouyang Rong's courtyard.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously said: "Junior sister, why don't you change the road, it's not good to pass other people's yards."

Xie Lingjiang turned around curiously, "How did senior know that he would pass by someone else's yard?"

Ouyang Rong answered without blushing, "Guess."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Xie Lingjiang glanced at him, shook his head and muttered, "I don't know why, but the door on this alley was locked by someone recently."

Ouyang Rong said calmly, "Well, what else is going on? Then junior sister, don't leave."

Xie Lingjiang raised his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will climb over the wall."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Sending off the little junior sister who did not take the usual path, Ouyang Rong smiled and shook his head, and returned to the study.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wei Lai sitting on a small embroidered stool, twisting a mung bean cake with one hand, and holding the other hand under the small chin to catch the powder.

She nibbled and narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had been sweetened into a lazy kitten.

Seeing the master enter the door, the white-haired servant girl's cheeks bulged, her eyes widened immediately, and she said vaguely, "Zhu Ren..."

Ouyang Rong didn't smile, went to the desk and sat down, waiting for her to swallow the sweets in her mouth.

He opened a book casually, stared at it, but didn't read it, and said softly:

"What's going on in the morning?"

Wei Lai picked up the plate of pastries that was politely and respectfully delivered by Banxi waited for the maid not long ago, walked to the side of Master Tranquility, and put the plate on the desk.

The white-haired servant girl bent her legs and sat at his feet without any hesitation, embracing Ouyang Rong's calf under the table with both hands, leaning her body, her slender neck and fair, cute chin rested gently on his lap, raised her head and rolled her eyes, Looking up at the master's face.

Wei Lai just stared, not speaking.

Ouyang Rong felt the warmth and dependence from his legs.

Sighed.

Wei Lai grabbed his right palm with both hands, and placed it on her silver hair combed down her temples.

The little head rubbed up against his palm.

There was silence in front of and behind the desk, everything seemed to be silent.

Ouyang Rong felt a little itchy in his palms.

Still couldn't help but looked down at this well-behaved personal servant girl.

His tone was helpless:
"I said, why did you go to bed so late last night? Did you bake the undried official uniform a few days ago?"

Wei Lai was startled, blinked her eyes: "Master is really amazing."

"Don't be cute, be serious."

Ouyang Rong patted the little white-haired head on his lap with his fingers, but he only handled it lightly, Chestnut didn't reward her too much.

"What a fart, smell it, isn't it full of smoky smell?" He curled his lips and pointed to the light green official uniform on his body.

"Okay, slave, hear it."

Wei Lai nodded immediately, and buried her little face forward as she spoke. Ouyang Rong had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly pressed her little head that was pretending to be stupid, and said speechlessly:

"Don't make trouble."

"Well, good."

Wei Lai raised her small face from Ouyang Rong's palm, the white hair on her forehead was a little messy, she whispered:
"I'm sorry master, I've been fanning for a long time, but my clothes are still so smoked..."

Wei Lai looked up at him eagerly: "Master, don't be angry."

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand softly, straightened her temples and forehead hair, shook his head and said:

"I'm not angry... I asked you about those things before, but you didn't say anything, you kept it all in your heart and kept it to yourself... This is not good, and besides..."

He paused, but still said:
"I think you are too smart and adaptable. In fact, you don't really need my protection. It seems that I thought about something too much before. Now it seems that it is not necessary..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and stared at the docile and obedient servant girl who looked like a snow-white Persian cat at his feet, and sighed earnestly:
"And staying here, maybe it's a bondage to you."

Seeing that the master was not angry, Wei Lai breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard the words behind her, she closed her eyes and bit her lips again. She silently rubbed her little head up against his palm, and said in a slightly trembling voice:
"Weilai won't leave. It's the name, the clothes, and the life that the master gave me... Weilai has always been the master's slave, and this will never change."

"Your little head is so smart, you can't let it go to waste. You have to read some books and understand a little bit before you can walk the right path..."

Ouyang Rong muttered to himself, picked up the smooth chin on his leg with the palm of his hand, lowered his head to look at her upturned face, stared at the pair of dreamy and beautiful gray-blue eyes and said:

"From tomorrow on, do less chores. You will sit next to me while I am studying, and I will teach you how to read."

Wei Lai thought for a while, then nodded happily with a small face.

She doesn't care if she can read or not, as long as she can get close to and be with her master, she is satisfied.

If the master can teach her how to read, wouldn't she have more time to get close to her? Besides, maybe she can help the master in the future.

Ouyang Rong looked at the excited little white-haired maid in a bit of speechlessness.

Boy, do you think reading and studying is fun?

While complaining in his heart, he suddenly thought of something, and Ouyang Rong asked Weilai with a smile that was not a smile:
"By the way, do you count as lying? I remember a girl said that a girl who lies will be spanked, hum."

It was just a word to make the little girl feel ashamed, but Ouyang Rong never expected that as soon as the words came out, the girl who was kneeling down at her feet was stupefied for a while, then stood up suddenly, bent her waist silently, and lay on her stomach. Lying on his legs.

The white-haired servant girl stretched out her slender body, like a soft blanket that can be kneaded into any shape by you, covering Ouyang Rong's legs.

Her small head hangs in the air, and her neatly combed white hair droops down from her red ears. Fortunately, Ouyang Rong is tall and slender, and the chair she is sitting on is high enough, so that her long silver-white hair like a waterfall does not touch her. to the floor.

"..."

"..."

The girl lay down and buried her head, motionless and silent.

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth softly, but was speechless for a while.

What I just said as a joke, but now I take it back immediately, will it seem a little embarrassing and cowardly?Don't want to lose face in front of the personal servant girl.

In addition, Ouyang Rong also somewhat forgot that this is no longer his previous life. A random sentence from his mouth can have a great impact, making the listener treat him seriously, even an order, the majesty cannot be resisted.

Ever since, the master and servant maintained this weird posture for a long time, and for some reason, no one spoke.

The atmosphere in front of the desk gradually sank into a strange thick...

　Brothers who like this kind of daily delicate style, you can go to Kang Kang Xiaorong's first book "I Have a Sword Fairy Lady", which contains a lot of daily detailed descriptions, many heroines, delicate emotional dramas, not an upgrade Wen~
　　
　
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