No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 162

late night visitor,
It didn't disturb the silent night of Meilu Garden.

Even the porter who opened the door was only slightly surprised, and went back to doze off.

Not many dreams are disturbed.

The red cage in the corridor was blown by the evening wind, and the halo of light shivered and sprinkled on a certain silver-haired girl who was walking fast.

The closer you get to the depths of Meilu Garden, the Meilin Courtyard where Ouyang Rong lives.

Ye Weilai felt more at ease.

But her hurried pace, which she couldn't wait for, was getting slower and slower.

Boom, boom——!
In contrast, there is a rapidly beating heart under the girl's slightly sized chest.

In the quiet corridor, it seemed to be magnified a hundred times, resounding in her ears.

When Ye Weilai finally came to the small courtyard of Meilin, her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.

She had a timid and timid expression on her face, as if she was more timid when she was close to the country.

Will the master be angry?
The servant girl came back without authorization?

Ye Weilai's gait, which was already crawling like a turtle, came to a complete halt.

The pretty figure stood in the shadow of a tree outside the courtyard gate.

It's so late, the master should be asleep already.

Will you be angry if you wake him up?

Ye Weilai began to wander back and forth in the shadow of the mottled trees, and couldn't help turning her head to look at the dark yard in front of her from time to time.

The dark courtyard is calm and deep.

Ye Weilai felt like when the master lowered his eyes in front of the desk and didn't speak.

At this moment, there seemed to be a high wall like air in front of her, blocking the girl.

Her feet seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't lift them up.

Ye Weilai suddenly took out a red brocade bag hanging around her neck from the neckline, held it with five fingers, and clearly felt the hard contours of the two copper plates in the bag.

Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion surged into the girl's heart.

She had a sore nose, and suddenly rushed forward regardless of her body.

With a sound of "shaking", the courtyard door was pushed open.

The silver-haired girl Ruyan rushed to the main house as if she had thrown herself into the forest.

She really, really wants to stay with her master.

Outside is a strange environment, strange people.

The whole world regards her as a freak to avoid.

Yet these were never the sharp knives that really hurt her.

Because Ye Weilai has been stared at since she was a child.

What really scares Ye Weilai is the one in ten thousand possibility of losing her master.

From here to Nanlong, the mountains are high and the water is long, and the journey is long.

Accidents can happen on the road at any time.

Life is impermanent, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Whether it's her or the master who stayed in Longcheng County, accidents may happen.

Lead to reunion hopeless.

When we parted, it was said that we would be able to reunite in a few months.

However, in this world, how many reunion promises left before parting can be successfully fulfilled?

On the road these days, she was always taken care of by a feeling of sadness, as if she wanted to say goodbye to her master forever.

Even if rationality told Ye Weilai, with the resourcefulness of the master and the protection of Miss Xie and others, the possibility of this seemed very small.

Even only one ten thousandth.

But flustered worries about loved ones never need to be rational.

Because she couldn't bear the result of that one-ten-thousandth possibility.

Ye Weilai came to the front of the main house.

The originally hasty pace suddenly slowed down.

She moves too, take it easy

It seems to be aware that the owner may be asleep.

In front of the door, Ye Weilai took a deep breath.

squeak-

With a slight sound, the door of the main house was pushed open.

Ye Weilai tiptoed into the room, turned over and closed the door gently.

Her eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and she was even more familiar with the house.

But maybe there was some nervousness, and the girl's breathing seemed a little short.

And the sound of a heartbeat.

Ye Weilai paused in front of the door, then turned her head to look in the direction of the inner room.

She covered her chest to calm down, and then walked cautiously towards the bed.

Hey, what does it smell like?
As her breathing gradually stabilized, she couldn't help shrugging her nose belatedly.

There seems to be a strong sandalwood fragrance in the room.

Ye Weilai frowned slightly.

Especially since she was outside the house just now, and entered the house rashly, she was naturally extremely sensitive to the smell in the air.

But this time.

"boom--"

In the back room, there was a slight sound suddenly.

It looks like someone hit something.

"Owner?"

Ye Weilai was startled for a moment, and blurted out.

"Are you awake?" Tenten asked.

Immediately, she didn't wait for the people in the back room to answer, tears welled up in her eyes.

Like a little beast that had been lost for a long time and finally found its home, the silver-haired girl rushed into the back room, and threw herself into the arms of the black shadow on the bed regardless.

"Master! It's Nu'er who is disobedient. He didn't go back to his hometown with the eldest lady, and ran back without authorization. The slave is willing to be punished. You...you hit the slave's buttocks, master..."

Ye Weilai's words that contained emotions such as sadness, grievance, and coquettishness shook out like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

He hugged tightly the warm and familiar chest of the young man on the bed.

Available soon.

Ye Weilai froze for a moment with her nose-sniffing face.

Ouyang Rong's breathing was still regular and rhythmic.

"Master... Master?"

Does not seem to wake up.

Ye Weilai came to her senses, let go of her embrace, and looked around.

What was that sound just now.

Ye Weilai suddenly reached out and touched the sheet under her, near the outer edge of the bed.

A strange warm current that did not belong to her poured into his palm from the bed sheet.

Doesn't the master only sleep in the bed, why is this place warm?

Could it be that the owner just sleepwalked and turned over and slept here?
In the darkness, the silver-haired girl couldn't help frowning, let go and turned over, about to get out of bed to light the lamp.

At this time.

"Wei... Wei Lai..."

Beside her, the wrapped young man who was being hugged by her muttered.

Ye Weilai paused, and turned around to explain, "Master is awake? Slave..."

But in the next second, her mouth was blocked.

The sleepy Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes, then gently and lazily hugged Ye Weilai into his arms, and the two of them shrank into the warm bed together.

Ouyang Rong was talking in a daze, "Don't...don't kick the quilt...don't cry..."

Ye Weilai: "..."

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to wake up, he was still drowsy, even unconscious.

She didn't even react when Ye Weilai returned.

It seems... like a dream?

Ye Weilai was enveloped by the master's strong and warm masculine breath at this moment, she couldn't help but ahh, a little speechless.

Ouyang Rong hugged her strong arms around her hips and waist domineeringly, so that she didn't bother to care about the strange noise just now.

But immediately, Ye Weilai blushed and froze again.

Her hot face rubbed against Ouyang Rong's chest.

Hey, why is the lining material on the master's chest so damp?This is because the owner is drooling while sleeping, but shouldn’t the drooling flow on the pillow? How could it flow to the chest?What sleeping position is this?
Or was it the tears she inadvertently wiped away when she rushed in to hug her master just now, but did she have so many tears just now...

Ye Weilai tried hard to remember and try to think.

But gradually, being held in Ouyang Rong's arms, she felt that her eyelids were a little heavy, they opened and closed for a while, and she was fighting.

Consciousness is slowly sinking into a cloud of cotton candy.

In the faint sandalwood in the room and the masculine breath on Ouyang Rong's body.

Ye Weilai closed her eyes in a daze.

It seems to be hooked out of the deepest sleep.

The girl's last bit of consciousness is...

Well, it's pitch black, how does the master know she's crying?

In the main house, the previous silence was restored.

It's just that for a while, there were two more regular and deep breathing sounds.

sometime.

"Eh……"

Beside the bed in the pitch-black inner room, I don't know where, there was a faint sigh of a strange woman.

Under the moonlit bed, there were three pairs of shoes.

In addition to the shoes of Ouyang Rong and Ye Weilai, there is also a pair of extra embroidered shoes.

Not long after, the embroidered shoes disappeared.

The night was still silent.

It's just that as the sky is getting brighter, the sandalwood in the house gradually fades away.

……

early morning.

There are insects and birds chirping in the yard one after another.

Before Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.

What is this thing in my arms?

Subconsciously, he stroked his hands up and down carefully.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly and woke up immediately.

Ouyang Rong lifted the quilt and stared at the peacefully sleeping girl with a small face who appeared in her arms.

But after seeing the girl's silver hair and familiar appearance, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't Ah Qing and other women.

However, Ouyang Rong's tone was still a bit unbelievable:
"Weilei? You... why are you here?"

The snow-white skin felt a little cold when exposed to the air, Ye Weilai stretched her hands behind her sleepily, trying to pull the quilt and sleep again, but failed.

The silver-haired girl who was subjected to the torture of lifting the bed suddenly opened her sleepy eyes a lot. She looked up and looked around, like a groundhog poking out of a hole in a daze, rubbing her sleepy eyes and muttering:
"Master... you're awake, what... what time is it?"

Ouyang Rong was speechless for a while, and his brows gradually frowned seriously.

Ye Weilai's clothes were messy, her waist, legs and buttocks showed a lot of white and dazzling skin, her old shoulders were slippery, her pink face was hot red, and her starry eyes were hazy...

Seeing the pitiful and clumsy appearance of his white-haired maid just waking up, he reached out helplessly, grabbed the quilt, and covered her.

Now Ye Weilai's sudden return also made Ouyang Rong lose interest in doing morning exercises to exercise his body.

In fact, for the scene in front of me

He also vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Ouyang Rong hugged the white-haired maid wrapped in a quilt and sat up.

The two faced each other, Ouyang Rong was sitting on the bed, and Ye Weilai was lazily kneeling on him.

The bluish-white quilt wrapped Ye Weilai's delicate body, only revealing a pitiful little head with messy black hair.

However, Ye Weilai, who was woken up, gradually regained her composure, her face became more serious, her eyes rolled up quietly, and glanced at the master's gradually serious face.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Ouyang Rong asked with a straight face.

Ye Weilai shrank her head.

The courage to go all out when returning home at night last night seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with her, but now she couldn't find it no matter what.

"Master, slave is wrong..."

"Don't be a good boy, just tell me, I'm listening."

Ouyang Rong pressed Ye Weilai's smooth little hand that was stretched out under him like a snake, stuffed it into the bed, and straightened her pitiful little head, he said in a very gentlemanly manner.

"..."

Ye Weilai has no doubt that if the reason she gave is not good enough, the master can immediately carry her away with the bedding and throw her directly outside on the street.

Seeing that Ouyang Rong's face was getting darker, Ye Weilai quickly explained everything about her journey.

In front of him, the silver-haired girl didn't dare to hide anything.

At the end, she looked up at Ouyang Rong with her small face up. There were a few strands of silver-white soft hair sticking between her slightly parted pink lips, and she did not forget to add:
"Master, Nu'er had a dream. In the dream, when Nu'er and the eldest lady Nanlong worshiped ancestors and came back, you disappeared, and we couldn't find you no matter what..."

The girl's voice trembled weakly.

It was like a little beast thrown out of its den by its parents, whining pitifully.

After listening silently, Ouyang Rong seemed to avoid her gaze, and turned to look at the empty room outside the bed.

I quietly swallowed the words I wanted to criticize.

There was no sound for a while.

Do not know why.

He was originally full of anger after waking up, but most of it was extinguished by Ye Weilai's gray-blue eyes staring with tears in his eyes.

Ye Weilai stretched out her small hand from under the quilt again, and timidly grabbed the corner of Ouyang Rong's clothes, and said in a soft voice, "Master..."

"Take care of you later, get up first!"

Ouyang Rong glared at her and shook his head.

"Great!"

Ye Weilai hurriedly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and adjusted the skirt on her slender body in front of the bed.

She skillfully fetched Ouyang Rong's gown and robe, and happily helped Ouyang Rong get dressed.

Seeing the happy face of the white-haired maid, Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly, and got off the bed as well.

Ye Weilai stood in front of Ouyang Rong, very close to him. After putting on his long gown, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tied his belt.

Ye Weilai suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong, tried to stand on tiptoe, pecked his mouth several times with her pink lips.

"What are you doing? I didn't brush my teeth." Ouyang Rong, who was attacked by surprise, leaned back speechlessly.

Ye Weilai shook her head, her small face was stubborn:

"Aniang said, for the person you like, you should hug him and kiss him boldly... The smell of the master, the slaves like it, so much, so much..."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

Sure enough, Ruanrou Township is a tomb of heroes.

Feeling the warmth from the living person in his arms, Ouyang Rong's face flashed a moment of hesitation.

Ouyang Rong, who was happily embraced by Ye Weilai, turned his head silently and looked out the window in the direction of Yilanxuan in the Su Mansion.

He remembered the matter of his junior sister...

Maybe it's because of the absence for a few days, the white-haired maid is particularly clingy, like a brown candy.

The two of them in the early morning stayed tenderly for a while before Shi Shiran separated.

Having finished busying with Liu's affairs recently, Ouyang Rong is not in a hurry to go to the Longcheng county government office too early today.

After washing and dressing, he turned and went to the desk.

Ye Weilai tidied up the room familiarly.

When passing by the desk, she caught a glimpse of Ouyang Rong writing at the desk, his face was lost in thought, as if he was practicing calligraphy or something.

But he kept writing the same word in his pen.

"Master, why do you keep writing the word '安'?"

Without raising his head, Ouyang Rong said calmly, "Didn't you find the word 'an' very interesting?"

"Well, what's the point?"

"If you look at 'Ann' separately, the upper part is a house, and the lower part is a woman."

Ouyang Rong stopped writing, sighed sadly, and said in a meaningful tone: "There are women in the house, so men are safe."

"Eh, it seems to be yes."

Ye Weilai lightly tapped her chin with her hand, her little face showed some thoughtful expression, and asked again:
"Then, what about the word 'home'?"

"There are dolphins in the house, so it's a home where you can eat, drink and be happy. As I said, the creation of characters by the sages is not groundless."

It can't help him at all.

"Really..." Ye Weilai nodded, and asked curiously with a small face, "What about the word 'banquet'?"

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and said, "Sun in the house..."

Words stuck.

Ye Weilai's eyes lit up again: "Well, there is also the word 'Yan', what does the master explain? How did the sages make it?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong waved his hands with a straight face: "Go, go, do your business, why bother so much."

Ye Weilai stuck out her little tongue, and turned her head to make up the quilt on the bed; someone also put down her pen, and suddenly lost the interest in writing.

At a certain moment, the movement of the back of the silver-haired girl with hips up on the bed suddenly stopped.

With two fingers, she twirled a long black and beautiful hair from the pillow.

Longer than the owner's hair.

"Master, if slave is not here, who is cleaning the room?" Ye Weilai asked suddenly.

"Ah Qing." Ouyang Rong said casually.

"Oh...Master, how is your relationship with Miss Xie now? Did you bring her to our bed before?"

"???"

Ouyang Rong said speechlessly, "What question are you asking? How many times have I told you that we are normal brothers and sisters?"

"understood."

Ye Weilai frowned slightly:
"Does Ah Qing have such long hair... whose hair is it?"

She murmured in her heart, and immediately, she seemed to recall something from last night, her eyelids drooped slightly.

Ouyang Rong looked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's fine."

A small white and tender hand quietly put a certain black and beautiful long hair into the sleeve...

(End of this chapter)