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Chapter 170 Xie Lingjiang: Senior Brother is playing a bit perverted
In front of the bed in the inner room of Meilin courtyard, the air was inexplicably frozen.

Between the two, the scattered moonlight made the atmosphere extraordinarily deserted.

The atmosphere became a little silent.

At this time, the moonlight on the field has two sources.

One is from the gap in the closed window next to it.

The mottled and scattered moonlight was cut from it.

The scene in the back room is like a dark curtain, and the moonlight is like a slanted stroke, drawing a slanted vertical line from the middle of the curtain.

This "diagonal vertical" passed by: the vermilion lacquered wardrobe, the beautiful side face of the dumb cook in a green skirt, and the fluffy brown velvet carpet.

There is also a moonlight.

It came from the hand of the white-haired girl who was blocking the sleeping young man on the other side of the bed.

She held a long and slender sword tightly in both hands, and the moonlight was flowing slowly across the sword like flowing water, as if watching a picture of a surging river, except that the river water in it was replaced with strange water that could emit moonlight.

It doesn't look like a product of the world, but more like coming from the moon palace in the sky.

Even if someone said that a bright moon was cast into the sword, some people would believe it.

This moonlight was trembling slightly at this moment, trembling along with Ye Weilai's little hand that was holding the sword hilt tightly.

The hazy moonlight shivered and fell on a small face that was still in a daze.

Her silver teeth are like shells, she bites her pink lips, and her eyelashes tremble as she stares at the embroiderer who is shaking her head and waving her hands:
"Why are you...you...what are you doing secretly approaching Tan Lang?"

For some reason, maybe it was some kind of tacit understanding, Ye Weilai asked in a low voice, she couldn't help turning her head, and glanced sideways at the master who turned over in a daze and continued to sleep, some hesitation flashed in her gray-blue eyes.

"Yeah..."

The embroidered lady who waved her hands vigorously seemed to see that Ye Weilai was no longer stubborn in shaking people, she stretched out her hands empty in front of her, as if she wanted to grab something.

"You..." Ye Weilai frowned slightly when she saw the cook's gaze fell on Ouyang Rong in a silly way.

"What is your relationship with the master?"

As if sensing something was wrong, the white-haired maid couldn't help asking.

Under the moonlight, Xiu Niang lowered her head.

Both hands hang down naturally, grabbing the hem of the green skirt beside her.

Looked a little at a loss.

This dumb embroidered girl is obviously much older than the cardamom girl Ye Weilai, and she even masters a set of top-level qi training techniques that can kill most people in the world.

But under Ye Weilai's flawless posture of holding the sword and pointing straight with both hands, and the light squinting of a pair of blue eyes, she seems a little cowardly and deceptive, as docile as a sheep.

Maybe it's because the white-haired girl in front of her is Tan Lang's close personal servant girl, a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Or maybe it was a guilty conscience that came late at night.

Or maybe... some kind of deeper inferiority complex.

"Forget, you can't talk..." Ye Weilai whispered when she saw this.

The long sword pointed at the man in the hand was slightly lowered, and it was about to hang to the ground.

Ye Weilai knew the embroiderer. When the Zhen family was still in Meiluyuan, she went to the back kitchen to learn the craft of mung bean cake, and had acquaintance with the embroiderer.

It's just that she didn't have a close friendship, but her reaction now is quite obvious, because she had a good impression of this dumb cook before.

This may be the reason for the slight decrease in vigilance at the moment.

"You don't seem to be trying to harm someone, is there something unspeakable..."

Ye Weilai, who lowered her head and muttered, turned her blue eyes upwards, looking at the embroidered lady who seemed to have nowhere to rest her hands and feet.

She has suffered from the indifference and malicious indifference of the world since she was a child, and she seems to have a natural sensitivity to other people's thoughts of good and evil.

When Xiu Niang heard this, she raised her head lightly like a deer in the forest, and nodded her head hastily, her mouth was silent, but her little face was a little relieved and happy.

The dumb cook was not afraid of the moonlight sword in Ye Weilai's hand. She took a step forward and looked at Tan Lang's back. hint.

With a "choke", Ye Weilai simply put the sword back into its sheath and returned it to the wooden frame.

She looked at the sincere embroiderer, and whispered, "Are you going to chat at the desk..."

After hesitating for a while, Ye Weilai's fair calves under her nightdress curled up, her pink buttocks arched forward, as if she wanted to get out of bed, she arched her feet to explore her shoes.

But this time.

Xiu Niang suddenly turned her head to look east, staring at the closed wooden window, behind the wooden window was the empty courtyard and... the direction of Su Mansion.

The sudden change made Ye Weilai shrink back her small body, but she saw the beautiful eyebrows of Xiu Niang who were gathering together with sharp eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"what happened?"

As soon as she asked, her small face froze for a moment, as if she had realized something, she turned her head and looked behind her.

Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping soundly, silently held the jade handle of a white sandalwood target knife with his left hand.

Not long ago, Ye Weilai arranged it in a hurry in the face of late-night visitors who came and returned.

I was all focused on chatting just now, but I was negligent and forgot.

"Is someone here? No, Miss Xie must have sensed that the master was holding the handle of the knife late at night, and she was worried about something happening, so she rushed over."

Xiu Niang couldn't help looking at the knife in Tan Lang's hand.

Facing the embroidered lady's upward gaze, Ye Weilai showed a little embarrassed look on her small face.

"Well, I was frightened just now, and went to the doctor in a hurry."

"Ah..." Xiuniang looked nervous and cautious on her small face, looking around.

Although she has a special breathing technique, she can hide her breath and is not easy to be found.

But that Miss Xie is not blind, she is coming straight towards Meilin Courtyard, her eyes are also fixed here.

In Xiuniang's perception, the distance of this woman is less than [-] meters, and if she runs out now, the probability of being discovered is not small.

Ye Weilai hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes, looking around the room, her little nose wrinkled, and her tone was slightly regretful:
"Oops, miss, Miss Xie came in and saw you, she will definitely wake up the master...Wait, why don't you hide under the bed?"

"..." Xiu Niang.

……

Xie Lingjiang was going back to the house to rest.

Tonight, there is no girl with plum blossom makeup running up to the roof to chat with her.

As usual, she sat on the roof in a daze.

In fact, it is not only a lovesickness in a daze, but also luck in meditation.

As for sleep, for Qi practitioners, practicing luck and immersing themselves in inner vision are the best rest and rejuvenation.

But it was cold tonight, Xie Lingjiang was just about to go back to the house, when he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Meilin Courtyard.

The place that she had been looking forward to seeing for a long time was still dark and extremely silent at this moment.

Xie Ling and Jiang Dai frowned slightly, and muttered: "It's so late, what is the big brother doing holding the knife without sleeping?"

The next second, a gust of evening wind blew across the empty roof, and the woman disappeared.

The figure of Xie Lingjiang appeared outside the small courtyard of Meilin.

She frowned and looked at the dark doors and windows.

Immediately, some bad premonition faintly rose in my heart.

"Big Brother!"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help blurting out, in an instant, he came to the front door of the main room, and was about to push the door open with his hands.

But immediately, a slightly tired girl's voice came from inside the room:
"Who is it?"

Immediately afterwards, the girl put on her shoes and got off the bed, and the sound of footsteps came to open the door.

Xie Lingjiang paused slightly.

At this moment, the Qi practitioner's keen sense of hearing told him that there were still two familiar breathing sounds in the room.

She still frowned slightly:
"It's me...you guys haven't slept yet?"

"Thank you, why are you here?"

Accompanied by the girl's doubtful sound, there was a "squeak", and the door was pushed open from the inside.

"Eldest brother, he..."

Xie Lingjiang wanted to speak, when she saw the petite figure walking out of the house, her words froze, her eyes widened a little.

Xie Lingjiang saw the white-haired maid walking out of the door, her silver hair reached her waist like a waterfall of snow, she was not wearing a nightgown on her small body, and a large area of ​​white and delicate milk-like skin was exposed on her body.

She was barefooted, and her lower body was only wearing a pair of pink and white shorts, which only covered the upper part between the knees and the thighs, revealing her round and well-proportioned slender legs.

Ye Weilai's body is taller only among her peers, not too tall compared to Xie Lingjiang, but her legs are very well-shaped, slim and slim, and if she is a little too much, she will be too much, and if she is too little, she will be too short.

Even Xie Lingjiang didn't just take another look.

But what made Xie Lingjiang stare sideways and speechless even more.

The pink and white lotus-embroidered apron on the upper body of this white-haired maid was not properly put on, and the string behind her neck was not tied, and the string was hanging down from her arms. With bulging breasts, she seemed to be busy coming over to open the door for her, and didn't have time to put on her corset.

Xie Lingjiang, who was standing quietly in front of the door, turned slightly sideways, and looked away from Ye Weilai.

Fortunately, Xie Lingjiang was standing outside the door with his back to Mingyue behind him. From Ye Weilai's angle, he should not be able to see her slightly flushed cheeks in the dark.

Xie Lingjiang tried his best to keep his usual expression.

I just couldn't help but whisper in my heart:
The personal servant girl made this look... What does the elder brother do every night? Didn't he agree to sleep well at night during the day? It's a waste of energy, and he can't cure the water during the day...

It also controls the water at night, right?
Xie Lingjiang stared sideways at the bluestone slab, with a little sadness and annoyance in his eyes.

She was born in the Xie family of Chenjun, and almost all the sons of the Xie family in the family had maids or maids, and some even got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and they had more than one concubine.

Therefore, there is no psychological grievance for such a close-fitting maid who warms the bed next to a man. As long as a man abides by the code of ethics, there is only one main wife, and he is not obsessed with women's sex and detests his main wife.

This is the family education of a lady of every family and a noble girl.

What's more, senior brother is usually not close to women, so under the oppression of Zhen's, he finally accepted a personal servant girl, and senior senior brother has reached the age of youth, which is understandable, and there is no way to criticize it, it's human nature.

At this moment, Xie Lingjiang felt ashamed and sad.

It's because I feel sorry for a certain brother, it's okay to be busy during the day, but it seems to be even busier at night...

Ye Weilai couldn't guess the subtle thoughts of Xie Lingjiang's daughter's family, but if it was another woman, such as Xiu Niang, she might be able to.

But Ye Weilai, who came from a barbarian tribe, was subconsciously afraid of this noble daughter of the Xie family who was of noble status and came from five surnames and Qiwang. Every time she stood beside Xie Lingjiang, she would feel an invisible sense of oppression...

Ye Weilai vaguely understood that perhaps something called inferiority complex was at work.

"Well, Miss Xie, what's the matter, but what's the matter?"

At this moment, Ye Weilai crossed her arms, rubbed her eyes with her fingers, raised her face, and muttered with pink lips.

Xie Lingjiang turned his head back, looked at her squarely and asked, "Eldest brother, have you fallen asleep?"

"En." Ye Weilai nodded, her nasal voice was lazy.

Her current position is a bit delicate, she turned her body slightly after opening the door, as if letting someone into the room, but a small half of her body blocked the way, making it impossible for Xie Lingjiang, who was carrying a sword at his waist, to walk straight in. .

Xie Lingjiang's gaze seemed to remind Ye Weilai, the little girl looked down at her disheveled attire, and added in a low voice:

"The bed is a bit messy...the master is also..."

Xie Lingjiang raised his right foot and silently retracted it outside the threshold.

Standing outside the door of the room, she looked at the sleepy-eyed, tired-faced white-haired maid in front of her, and then turned to look at the room behind the white-haired maid, she frowned and said:
"Brother, what are you doing touching my skirt knife in the middle of the night?"

The girl in the bellyband in front of the door blushed slightly, and whispered, "Master, he was careless."

Xie Lingjiang immediately heard the guilty conscience of the white-haired maid.

She turned her head, stared at Ye Weilai without blinking, and leaned forward slightly, as if being oppressed by a woman, causing the latter to lean back slightly, took a step back, and said nervously:
"Thank you girl, slave..."

Xie Lingjiang's tone suddenly became more serious, and interrupted: "It's fine if you delay senior brother's rest in the middle of the night, and you are still lying in front of me?"

"No, no..." Ye Weilai swayed her two small hands in front of her chest so forcefully that the bellyband covering her chest almost slipped off.

"Quickly tell the truth!" Xie Lingjiang held the sword in his right hand and stared at her.

In fact, from the very beginning, Xie Lingjiang had been pricking up his ears to listen to the sounds in the room. The sound of breathing in the back room was indeed as soothing and normal as a normal person sleeping.

Xie Lingjiang noticed that Ye Weilai's face was flushed and her tone was stammering.

"Nu'er said, Nuer said, Miss Xie, don't be angry...actually...in fact, we were sleeping together...in the middle of sleeping, the master suddenly ordered me to dress neatly and wear a skirt knife, and then...then he looked like I liked it more, and then on a whim... In a moment of excitement, grabbing the braids was not enough, and I grabbed the handle of the skirt knife again..."

The voice of the white-haired maid's last few words became weaker and weaker.

Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, his face full of confusion: "What do you mean? What do you want to sleep with, why do you want to wear my skirt knife, what do you like more, just on a whim?"

Ye Weilai buried her head tightly in her chest, twisted her body, and whispered:
"It's just... the master likes to say Miss Xie's name in his mouth when he is sleeping with slave, it seems that... the master is more happy because he regards slave as Miss Xie..."

"...???"

silence.

The atmosphere inside and outside the door was only silence, and the air was about to freeze into steel.

This time, it was Xie Lingjiang's turn to flush.

"You... you... shameless... nonsense... absurd!"

Xie Lingjiang stomped her feet in embarrassment, turned her head and was about to leave.

Ye Weilai's chest heaved for a while, as if she breathed a sigh of relief, and then she spit out the tip of her pink tongue slightly, Miss Xie's pretty face just now, she was so red that she could be clearly seen in the dark, like a monkey's butt.

In front of the courtyard gate, Xie Lingjiang stopped suddenly, "Wait a minute, what's the smell in the room?"

"Ah, yes... it's the sleep aid sandalwood given by Master Donglin Temple."

Xie Lingjiang stood with his back for a while, Ye Weilai's face changed, Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned around, and shouted into the room: "Eldest brother?"

The house was silent.

"Master...brother?"

Xie Lingjiang called out again, but he used his spiritual energy to cultivate.

Ye Weilai couldn't help but stare, feeling that the voice in her ears sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The house is still quiet.

Xie Lingjiang turned around and strode towards the house.

"Miss Xie, the master is not wearing any clothes..."

Ye Weilai's whole body was tense, but in the middle of speaking, Xie Lingjiang, who pursed her lips, brushed her away with a sleeve.

Xie Lingjiang kept walking, the hand holding the sword tightened, and he stepped into the door, Ouyang Rong's confused murmur suddenly sounded in the inner room filled with sandalwood:

"Little Junior Sister? You...what are you doing...don't hug me...let go...you and I, brothers and sisters..."

Xie Lingjiang's footsteps stopped in front of the dark inner room, piercing the ground like nails, and at the same time, he sensed that he was touching her skirt knife again... Xie Lingjiang turned around abruptly, shook his sleeves and left the room:
"Eldest brother, you...you...absurd...absurd!"

Xie Lingjiang dropped a word angrily, and left in a hurry.

Ye Weilai's small face was slightly stunned, looking at the running back of the daughter of the Xie family, she muttered something in her mouth, turned her head curiously, and looked into the room.

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(End of this chapter)