No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 126 The Accepted White Haired Maid
In fact, Wei Lai doesn't always sleep like a little lazy pig every morning.

Later than him.

The little girl still has the time to get up early.

Like this morning.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and closed them again.

He reached out and touched the empty quilt on the left, and felt the embroidered bed sheet that still had the warmth of a girl in his palm.

He turned over, opened the bed curtain, poked his head out and glanced at the half-closed casement next to the bed.

The room was still a bit dark, darker than the scenery in the yard outside the window.

It rained in the middle of the night last night, sometimes continuous, sometimes rapid, sometimes intense, and it didn't stop until the middle of the night.

Don't ask Ouyang Rong why he knows so clearly.

Feeling a bit tired.

Before dawn, after the rain, the sky is like being covered with a layer of indigo-colored curtain, dark and gloomy.

The moon setting in the west can still be vaguely seen, but the morning sun may be rising in the east, but this angle is not real.

I don't know if it's the same as Ouyang Rong, he didn't get up, or it's a problem with the angle.

"Stupid girl, what are you doing again?"

Ouyang Rong muttered, stretched himself in the quilt, then covered his face with the quilt as if he was lying loose, closed his eyes and lay down flat, not wanting to move.

It's not that I was too tired last night, but that I got up a little early now.

Now I don't know what to do when I get up, and I ran to the county office too early, and my junior sister and others haven't been on duty yet.

Yesterday he went to inspect the completed first phase of Zhayi Canal, and the two days before the ribbon-cutting ceremony, things were calm and calm, and things suddenly became easier, which made Ouyang Rong, who had been tossing hard before, a little uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for Ouyang Rong who knew roughly what the Liu family was going to do at the ribbon-cutting ceremony, as well as the arrangements he had prepared, and Ashan and Liulang who reported them every day, otherwise Ouyang Rong would really be in a daze thinking that Longcheng County is really quiet like this. .

But it's the calm before the storm.

Ouyang Rong told himself this way to explain the restlessness in his heart.

And this idleness is naturally a transfer of abundant energy to another place.

So in the middle of sleeping last night, Wei Lai, who had been neglected by him for so many nights, pestered him for a while, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to turn around, hug the little girl who looked up to him eagerly, and told a story about the sages reason.

It's a pity that the white-haired maid doesn't listen to the sage's teachings, and only wants another kind of truth that belongs to her master.

She was more interested in the irrepressible awe-inspiring righteousness of her master. In the end, her small face was covered with holy white light, bathed in the afterglow of awe-inspiring righteousness, and tasted the real truth.

In the quiet back room, on the bed.

The tip of Ouyang Rong's nose silently sniffed the virgin body fragrance on the bedding that belonged exclusively to the girl who had not left the pavilion.

Thinking of the fact that he was forced to bow his head under the strong obsession of the white-haired maid last night, and imparted a wave of knowledge about the water control of Butterfly Creek, and healed another place of Butterfly Creek in a way similar to the first phase of Zhayi Canal. Flooding.

A helpless look gradually appeared on Ouyang Rong's face.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh:
"Leaking righteousness, make another big mistake."

It's a pity that no one can testify to this secret decision, but it just disappeared into a cloud of smoke like the whispers of many generations of masters who had eavesdropped on the bed under him at this moment...

Seeing that it was getting brighter outside, Ouyang Rong lifted the quilt from his face, stood up and got up.

He was woken up by Wei Lei in the morning.

The little girl didn't know what she was going to do, but today she had such perseverance, she got out of his warm embrace and got up early to go out.

Ouyang Rong propped up half of his body with his arms, moved out of bed, sat on the side of the couch, and suddenly touched something in the quilt with his left hand.

This thing is soft and soft.

He picked it up and felt it was a thin piece of cloth.

Take it close to your eyes and take a closer look.

Ouyang Rong's head was full of black lines.

Why is this little girl throwing her bellyband everywhere?

Speechless, his fingertips felt some wetness on the fabric of the apron besides the soft touch, so he coughed, put it down and put it away.

Ben was going to tuck it under the pillow.

But at this time, from the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of this small diamond-shaped apron.

At this moment, the sky in the yard outside the house has brightened a lot, but you can roughly see things inside the house.

The diamond-shaped apron is pink, with a semi-circle collar on the top and rounded corners on the bottom.

The workmanship is meticulous, but the pattern embroidered on it makes Ouyang Rong more and more curious.

Ouyang Rong showed a strange expression, and muttered:
"Why is there a black dog embroidered? There is a doll on the dog? Is this a custom in Wei Lai's hometown?"

At this time, there was a "squeak" outside the door, and the sound of pushing the door and footsteps came from one after another.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously turned his head to look.

Wei Lai walked into the room with copper water in her hand, and now she froze and looked at him, her little face flushed.

It should be that he saw the strange movement of him holding the apron in his forehand and approaching Mesokan.

"Um, I'm not..."

Ouyang Rong put down the pink bellyband, opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say anything, Wei Lai had buried her blushing face and stepped forward, the copper basin for washing was placed on the wooden frame beside the bed.

She wiped her two little hands on the towels hanging on the shelf, glanced at Ouyang Rong quickly, and whispered:
"Dirty, master don't use this one."

After finishing speaking, Wei Lai took the peach red bellyband from Ouyang Rong and threw it into the clothes basket beside her.

"Use... a new one, warmer."

The voice is as thin as a mosquito, and the tone is shy, silly and joyful.

Ouyang Rong was startled, "Huh?"

Wei Lai turned her back to him, ignoring the coldness of the morning, pulled her hands, untied her belt, shrunk her shoulders and took off her skirt, raised her hands, met at the back of her neck, and untied the rope tied with the ribbon of the apron on the back of her neck Knot.

And the one on her body is a pink and white bellyband embroidered with green lotus.

From the looks of it, it was originally intended to be warm for Ouyang Rong's new clothes.

Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitched, and he jumped off the bed like a rabbit, and came behind the thin and smooth white-haired servant girl with a back as white as snow, grabbed the skirt and put it on for her.

I still don't forget to reward her with a chestnut on her small head with two drooping temples.

"What are you thinking, put it on so you don't catch a cold."

Ouyang Rong taught him a serious lesson.

Wei Lai covered her forehead, couldn't help but turn around, and hugged the slender and warm body of the master who was almost two heads taller than her.

She raised her face and saw that the master was not angry, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and pecked his chin with a slight stubble, well, it couldn't reach his mouth.

Ouyang Rong pushed down Wei Lai's white-haired head, pretending to be disgusted and said:

"I didn't clean my mouth, isn't it dirty? Go and help me get a coat, where is the willow stick? I'll wipe my teeth and wash my face..."

Wei Lai quickly ran to wash and prepare him.

After a while, after Ouyang Rong washed and wiped his face, he couldn't help asking curiously:

"Wei Lai, why is there a dog and a baby embroidered on your clothes?"

The white-haired maid who was kneeling on the bed and making the bedding froze.

Ouyang Rong was taken aback when he saw this: "What's wrong? What did I say wrong?"

Wei Lai turned around, with a bitter face, pursed her mouth and said:

"It's not a dog, then... that's the unicorn embroidered by my slave. It's a picture of a unicorn giving a child. I imitated the embroidery of my sisters. It was embroidered by my slave stitch by stitch."

"..."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.

He couldn't help but tilt his head, and glanced at the crumpled pink mass of fabric in the clothes basket not far away.

The little unicorn looks quite unique.

Ouyang Rong thought.

At this time, seeing the white-haired maid beside the bed who was about to cry, she unconsciously grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands.

Ouyang Rong remained calm, and immediately said:
"Of course I know that Qilin gave birth to the child, just to tease you, it's foolish to fool you."

After a while, he sighed:

"You, don't even use your head to think about it, master, I am so powerful, how could I not recognize Qilin?
"Well, there is a big one painted on the mural in the lobby of the county government office. I pass by and see it every day. I know it when it turns to ashes."

Ouyang Rong's words were so convincing that he almost slapped his chest with both hands and swear to God.

Well, I know it when I turn into ash, but it's hard to say when I turn into a dog.

Wei Lai's small face was startled, she tilted her head slightly, and said crisply: "Really?"

Ouyang Rong blinked and said: "Can there be fakes? Isn't this Qilin giving birth to pray for more children and blessings, no one should understand."

Immediately he saw that the cute and wrinkled face of a certain white-haired maid who was lying on the bed and looking back suddenly burst into a smile.

"The host is so nice~"

She was turning her head, humming a ditty again, with a happy face, and continued to make the bed and fold the quilt.

Although the little girl is smart and quick-witted, she is easy to coax. Of course, it is only limited to Ouyang Rong.

Wei Lai rolled her sleeves up to half her arms, and before making the bed and folding the quilt, she changed the quilt and quietly cleaned up some traces left by last night.

Wei Lai's body was still a little weak, and after a while, the gap between her pink lips was slightly opened, and she was panting.

She was a little tired from tossing around, and she didn't know if something hadn't fully recovered from last night, even Ouyang Rong not far away could hear the girl's delicate panting.

But the girl didn't complain.

Ouyang Rong turned around and went to help, but was pushed away by Wei Lai softly and forcefully, and she even coquettishly said "Master, don't want it".

In fact, she can wait for the master to leave these chores and hand them over to the maids who do rough work outside.

But Wei Lai is not willing, if it is not necessary, she does not want any other maids to step into this Meilin courtyard.

This is her warm little home with her master.

The little girl is like a lioness, with a strong sense of territory.

For the master's life is not all her, but her life is all the master.

Of course, Wei Lai also has self-knowledge about certain things and certain fates.

But at least, in this "little cage" right now, a certain white-haired maid secretly has a very bold and presumptuous plan to temporarily monopolize her master.

Seeing the little girl's cheerful back, Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

It seems that something came to mind from "Kirin Sending a Child".

Ouyang Rong fell silent.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong finished washing and dressing, and Wei Lai also finished tidying up the house. Ouyang Rong took her out together and went to the front hall for breakfast.

On the long corridor, after walking for a while, Ouyang Rong didn't answer and asked:

"Wei Lai, that picture of a unicorn giving a child... Who told you to embroider it?"

After the words fell, he noticed that the girl behind him became quiet.

After a while, Wei Lai's subtle voice came:
"It's the eldest lady. The eldest lady said that this embroidery is auspicious...does the master not like it? Or...do you feel sorry for the slave in that matter?"

Ouyang Rong didn't respond, and walked forward silently with his sleeves covered.

He actually reacted to one thing.

Some things must be planned in advance, and we can no longer hesitate and procrastinate.

Besides, from the looks of it now, the timing is quite right for him to propose it now...

In the back, the white-haired maid stared at her master's quiet back, her little face showing some confusion and expectation.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was not uncommon for such personal servant girls or bed-warming concubines to give birth to their male masters.

Even if it is a lady who is being married by the Ming media, or even a noble daughter of the five surnames, or a princess of the royal family, before consummating the marriage, the dowry maid may let the dowry maid go to try marriage and try to sleep with her husband... The atmosphere of the Zhou Dynasty is quite open.

However, Wei Lai and Zhen Shi didn't know what Ouyang Rong really thought.

A quarter of an hour later.

The breakfast hall of Meilu Garden.

As usual, at the small round table, Ouyang Rong and his aunt Zhen Shi sat around and ate.

Wei Lai, Ban Xi and other maidservants wait by her side, waiting at any time.

Today, Mrs. Zhen wore a blue shirt and a red dress, with a white collar on her shoulders, and her hair was full of emerald jewels. Her eyes turned to her nephew who was calmly sipping porridge:
"Tan Lang, how about this almond porridge?"

Ouyang Rong didn't lift his eyelids, he stared at the tablecloth, seemingly thinking:

"New cook?"

"No."

The corner of Zhen's mouth, dotted with a mole, turned up, and asked:
"How come Tan Lang doesn't even know the porridge made by the servant girl in his room, he's too busy these days?"

"Wei Lai boiled it? Do you have this skill?"

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised, and looked at the white-haired maid who was silently stirring the honey and sugar crisps for him.

Zhen Shi smiled and said:
"The cook seems to have something at home. She has asked for leave for the past two days. Wei Lai, the girl, learned a lot of skills from the cook in the back kitchen. She didn't say a word. The concubine didn't know about it until recently."

She glanced at Wei Lai, who was serving Tan Lang honestly and attentively, with a look of approval in her eyes.

"Almond porridge, mung bean cake, and a few spicy dishes that Tan Lang likes to eat. Girl Wei Lai can imitate them well. From the looks of Tan Lang, it seems that there is no difference."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

It was rare for my aunt to praise Wei Lai. He couldn't pick any bones in his eggs, and he couldn't make an assist in time.

Zhen Shi wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said slowly:

"Wei Lai, this personal servant girl, has done a good job and can take good care of Tan Lang."

After finishing speaking, she also glanced at Wei Lai's long silver-white hair, and frowned imperceptibly, but after all, she didn't show that disgusting feeling anymore.

Beside the table, Banxi waited for the other maids to look sideways at Wei Lai.

The faces of the maidservants were a bit complicated.

The white-haired servant girl kept her expression calm, until she felt her master's gaze cast her gray-blue eyes shyly trembling.

Ouyang Rong put down the porridge bowl and stared at Wei Lai.

Feeling a little sighed for a while.

Now it seems.

This personal servant girl who was exchanged for five buckets of rice didn't need his escort.

She is so smart, studious and adaptable, even Zhen Shi, who is always mean and serious to her maids, can be handled by her.

He still worries too much.

But Ouyang Rong felt a little regretful, if Weilai was a boy, it would be fine.

If he wants to leave in the future, he can give her some bright futures, such as asking the junior sister to take her to Bailudong Academy to learn from her teacher, or asking Ouyang to support her to study.

But Weilai is a daughter, and now that she has become Ouyang Rong's personal maid, he can only continue to arrange it, the way he has always envisioned before.

The young magistrate sighed inwardly.

He didn't want to wait any longer for one thing, he decided to talk to Zhen Shi today.

(End of this chapter)