"Tanlang seems to have slept more peacefully these past two days."

Yinbingzhai, study room.

Ouyang Rong, who had risen early in the morning and had black hair hanging over his shoulders, was squatting on the steps at the entrance of his house regardless of his image, gargling his mouth with warm, strong tea and brushing his teeth with wicker sticks.

Inside the door, next to the copper basin stand in the back room, Ye Weilai rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender white arms, twisted a hot towel for him, and said something to herself.

Ouyang Rong paused for a moment, lowered his head and spit out the mouthwash, glanced at the green bamboo forest courtyard where insects were buzzing, and asked without looking back:

"How did you know."

"In the past few days, every time I woke up in a daze, only Nu'er's legs were pressing on Tan Lang. Tan Lang was sleeping in an upright posture. But when I woke up these two mornings, Tan Lang's legs accidentally pressed on Nu'er.

I also pressed the slave’s hair.”

Ye Weilai twisted the towel hard with her thin arms and nodded firmly:

"Tan Lang must have slept more peacefully than he did in the past few days."

Ouyang Rong put down his willow toothbrush, walked into the room, took the hot towel obediently handed over by Ye Weilai, covered his face and wiped it.

He freed up one hand and rubbed Ye Weilai's curly head, and a buzzing sound came from under the hot towel on his face:

"My little head is very smart. I wish I didn't give you little reports to Sister Xie all the time."

Ye Weilai stuck out the pink tip of her tongue.

After taking a look and discovering something, she said happily: "Tan Lang looks good, Mao Han seems to have recovered."

"Huh~" Ouyang Rong put down the towel, took a long breath, and sighed:

"Weila, I feel more and more that Yinbingzhai has buried you. You shouldn't spend your whole life doing these tasks of serving tea and serving people in the house."

Ye Weilai shook his head: "The slave is afraid outside. This is the slave's home. The slave won't leave. Besides, if the slave leaves, who will take care of Tanlang."

She stretched out her hands, subconsciously wanting to take the cool towel.

Ouyang Rong glanced at her, but didn't give her a glance. He walked forward alone, rolled up his sleeves, put the towel into the copper basin filled with hot water, and washed his face:

"Afraid? Why do I think it's others who are afraid of you? Well, no matter where you go, you can quickly adapt and integrate. This is a rare talent. You just didn't realize it yourself."

Looking at Ouyang Rong, who could make ends meet without her, Ye Weilai looked a little depressed.

In fact, she never understood why Tanlang didn't like maids to serve him.

Even now that he has become a governor, there is only Ye Weilai as a concubine in name only, and there is no permanent maid. Even now, with only one in the house, she doesn't seem to need it much.

Look at the male masters of other people's houses. Which one returns home and does not act like a great master, being served by his maids and servants? Neither party feels anything wrong and takes it as a matter of course.

Ye Weilai whispered:

"What else can I do if I don't serve Tan Lang? Everyone outside except Tan Lang despises my slave's gray hair."

Ouyang Rong dropped the towel, turned around and said softly: "Who said women must entertain people with sex."

Ye Weilai bit her lip: "Not everyone is like Sister Xie, with family background, talent, appearance..."

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly: "There should be other ways to use your brain, for a smart and outstanding woman in this world."

"Well, where do all the strange women in this world go? Except for those like Sister Xie who come from a high family, they have very few innate restrictions."

Ouyang Rong frowned and thought for a while, sighing a little at the limitations of this era:

"It seems that there are indeed very few people who study in an academy and become famous as a talented woman or a lady?

"Refining Qi and entering the hidden sect, like Lady Yunmeng, or travel around the world and become a legendary heroine?

"Or you can accompany the emperor in the palace. Well, I heard that the chief minister of Tianjian in the palace, the female official in Caiyi, and the famous female officials in front of the queen are worth more than ten thousand people. Even the princes in the court must be careful.

treat."

He looked thoughtful and muttered: "By the way, Wei La, which one do you want..."

"Is that so?" Ye Weilai nodded and said seriously with a serious face:

"Actually, there is another way, which is to assist the strange man's side and serve as a good wife behind his back, so that together he can become famous for future generations, such as the red-flecked girl in the romance book and other strange women."

Ouyang Rong was stunned and couldn't react for a while. He nodded: "That way, it seems to count."

Ye Weilai stood on tiptoes and quickly pecked his face: "Slave, choose this one."

The white-haired maid leaned back slightly, patted her chest and said:

"So, Tanlang, isn't it already the case? Nu'er can save fifty years of detours and get to the point in one step. He comes to Tanlang in advance and provides warmth and strength to this strange man who will leave his name in history.

backup."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at the white-haired girl in front of him with a serious face and holding clothes for him in both hands.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Get a basin of water and a towel and call for backup, right?"

Ouyang Rong had a straight face and nodded: "You have lived so 'fully enlightened' at such a young age, how can you still achieve it in the future?"

With that said, he rewarded her with a chestnut.

"Tan Lang, it hurts..." Ye Weilai covered her head with her mouth closed and squatted down.

Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly, walked into the warm back room, and changed into official uniform.

Ye Weilai’s help during busy times

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, seeming to be silently thinking about something.

Before going out, he saw Ye Weilai staring at him eagerly, and the girl asked nervously:

"Tan Lang is still thinking about what happened just now?"

"Uh-huh." Ouyang Rong was noncommittal.

"Slave never wants to leave Tanlang for a moment..."

"Don't mention this now, let's talk about it later."

After a pause, Ouyang Rong asked: "You continue to read and read first. By the way, have you finished reading the stack of books that Empress Yuan Zheng gave you?"

"I've finished reading it a long time ago."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? I was busy and didn't bother, so you just pretended to be stupid and lazy, right?"

"No." She defended weakly: "I thought there were only so many."

"Then, after reading these few books, I will check them randomly."

"Why are there so many, why are there still..."

"Since you are smart, you should read more. In a few days, I will find time to teach you arithmetic and how to use an abacus..."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and said tirelessly: "I'll ask Wanwan later to see if she has anything to teach you. You can't be lazy now, you know."

"Oh." Ye Weilai was weak, and suddenly remembered that the embroiderer also liked to teach.

By the way, I love teaching her no matter what.

"Huh?" Ouyang Rong's nasal voice worsened.

"I know...I know." Ye Weila cheered up.

"That's right."

Ouyang Rong's back walked out of the yard, preparing to go on duty.

"Tanlang."

Ye Weilai suddenly called out to Ouyang Rong.

The latter turned back and looked at him curiously.

The silver-haired girl standing on tiptoe by the courtyard gate looked at someone's back. Her face turned red and she shouted:

"I am really, really happy to be able to wait for you to come home from work every day, and to be able to watch over you every night."

Ouyang Rong's back only paused slightly, continued to move forward, waved his hands, and showed a relaxed expression:

"Then I'm different. Seeing you playing so relaxedly every day at such a young age is a hundred times more uncomfortable than me having to keep your feet on the ground."

Ye Weilai: "..."

Ouyang Rong smiled, went out and left without teasing her again.

It's March in spring and the air is gradually getting warmer.

Ouyang Rong's minor cold has improved a lot and he no longer wears the fox white fur shawl.

I suddenly felt much refreshed.

That fox white fur shawl is nice to look at, but it's a bit too trendy. Although my junior sister, aunt, and Ye Weilai all praised him for looking good in it.

But Ouyang Rong always disliked it because it made his face look too handsome.

"It's not like I rely on my appearance to earn a living. By the way, can you please let me keep a low profile..."

Someone muttered and came to the Jiangzhou lobby with strange worries. After a busy morning, Huaiye Lane brought lunch.
To be continued...