The expression on Ye Weilai's face was a little strange.

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

Ye Weilai breathed a sigh of relief when she heard a familiar soft "ah" sound coming from the room behind her, which seemed like a reminder.

With a "clunk" sound, she closed the courtyard door and went back into the house.

Ye Weilai cast curious eyes.

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

.

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

For some reason, Ye Weilai always felt like a medical doctor taking the pulse of a patient.

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

When Ye Weilai saw this, her little face showed a look of confusion.

Just now, Miss Xie entered the house. The master's sleep talk may not have been groundless. He may have been vaguely awakened by Miss Xie's two words of "big brother", but he was vaguely awakened by the body of the embroiderer who was hugging him for some reason.

As a junior junior sister.

But I don’t know why, the master is so sleepy in this sandalwood, and he still hasn’t fully woken up after all the trouble just now.

I don’t know if the embroidery lady used some special technique on the master when she was not in the house just now...

The doubts in my mind are a little clearer.

Ye Weilai pursed her lips slightly.

She now vaguely understood something. This mute girl named Xiu Niang should be a legendary Qi practitioner like Miss Xie.

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

However, Miss Xie is a child of the world-famous Wu surname Qi Wang, and her father Xie Xun is a great scholar in the academy. He has plenty of teachers and resources, so it is normal for him to learn Qi refining at an early age.

But what is going on with this embroiderer, and what is her 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 frown. 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's a warm color.

The darkness beside the bed was dispelled.

Illuminating 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 retied her bellyband embroidered with pink and white lotus flowers.

But when she reached the bed, she paused:

"what you do?"

The embroiderer lowered her head and closed her eyes, put her two fingers together and gently pressed against Tanlang's Shenting point in her arms, as if to detect it through induction, silently retracted the two fingers that calmed the mind and lifted the energy, turned over her hand and took out a golden pill, and lay down

In the palm of your hand.

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

Judging from this process and appearance, it seems quite skillful.

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

The embroiderer put Ouyang Rong's head back on the pillow and lay down to sleep. She turned her face and shook her head and palms towards Ye Weilai, who was full of worry.

"How can you feed your master random things..."

Ye Weilai stamped her feet in anger, but when she saw the mute girl named Xiu Niang on the bed looking at her master's sleeping face, her eyes were full of tenderness, and her words were stuck in her mouth, so she had no choice but to ask:

"Did you often do this to the master while we were sleeping?"

The embroiderer looked at her and nodded without any secret, as if she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong at all.

Ye Weila was about to speak but stopped.

The embroiderer seemed to see the white-haired maid's embarrassment, and pointed to Ouyang Rong on the bed. She gently raised her index finger to Ye Weilai's lips:

"Shh."

The mute woman had a light figure. She put on her shoes and got out of bed. She took the girl with silver hair and waist-length wearing a white lotus bellyband to the desk, leaving the young man with his eyes closed who was sleeping sweetly on the pillow without disturbing her.

Ye Weilai took off the only oil lamp in the house and followed the mute woman.

The back room was once again invaded by darkness.

The orange "halo" followed the two women to the desk, covering the neatly stacked desks.

The embroiderer stretched out her hand, as if she was about to lay out paper and rub ink, but Ye Weilai suddenly stopped her.

"Wait a minute, come here, the slave family. The master is smart and has the obsessive-compulsive disorder that he often calls himself. His things are arranged in a regular way. It is easy to find outsiders rummaging through his things... The slave family is more familiar with it."

The oil lamp was placed on the table, and Ye Weilai stepped forward to take over from the embroiderer, spreading paper and grinding ink.

The embroiderer silently stepped back and gave way.

However, she turned her face and stared at Ye Weilai, who was chattering and had an extremely familiar hand.

Tanlang is smart, so how can the white-haired maid next to him not be smart.

The embroiderer's eyes were a little bright and a little dark.

I don't know whether I am happy or sad.

"alright."

Ye Weilai tidied up the details on the table and turned around to get out of the way.

The embroiderer came to her senses and walked to the table.

On the table, there are paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

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

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

It's just that writing with a pen using four fingers except the little finger is obviously more difficult and requires more sweat.

However, as the mute woman in front of him started writing, Ye Weilai's eyes flashed with surprise.

The embroiderer's calligraphy is very beautiful.

The words are like the person, graceful, graceful, fresh and elegant.

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

Recently being punished by Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai, who had been practicing calligraphy copybooks, couldn't help but take a closer look.

It's hard to imagine that these hands, stained by spring water and with excellent cooking skills, could write such good calligraphy with only four fingers.

Ye Weila's eyes became increasingly curious.

"Qian Q."

On the paper, Xiu Niang wrote.

Maybe he can’t speak, but he can’t even write concisely.

Just answer.

Ye Weilai blurted out: "Do you like Tanlang?"

The girl obviously had many questions in her mind before, but when the time came, she asked this first.

The embroiderer glanced at her, lowered her head at the table, lightly touched the hair beside her ear with her little finger, and silently wrote:

"If I don't see you for a day, I miss you like crazy."

Ye Weilai couldn't help but ask: "Is this kind of feeling... Then how did you and Tan Lang meet?"

The embroiderer paused for a moment while holding the brush between her slender fingers.

fall:

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

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

"dream."

"What?"

"Dream, I dream about him every night.

"I have known Tanlang for a long, long time.

"I talked to him in my dream.

"I dreamed of him last night."

Ye Weilai fell silent, looking at the mute woman at the table who curled up her mouth with a faint smile, and said softly:
To be continued...