"Are you getting used to living here these days?"

Ouyang Rong lay on his back on a bamboo chair, holding a book in one hand, and stretched out the other hand naturally, letting the silver-haired maid clean the wound on his index finger, which was accidentally poked while tossing the sand table in the morning.

He stared at the vertical characters on the page and asked casually.

"Live...get used to it."

Wei Lai's elegance was a bit unfamiliar. She lowered her little head and carefully looked at the wound on Ouyang Rong's right middle finger with a pair of foggy gray eyes. She wiped it carefully with a hot towel. Next to it was a hot water plate and untied blood-stained gauze.

"It is a slave's luck to live with his master." The silver-haired maid murmured.

It had been two days since she arrived at Meiluyuan. Although Mrs. Zhen complained that she didn't like it, she still acquiesced and asked the senior maids, who were waiting for seniority, to take the silver-haired maid and teach her how to be a personal maid to serve the master.

After all, it is something Tanlang likes. Besides, every time he asked the silver-haired maid to call someone back for dinner at meal time, he would not hesitate and come back to eat...

What else can Mrs. Zhen say? She naturally understands what her nephew wants to express.

"How many times have I told you not to shout like that...it's weird."

I don’t know if that’s what the barbarians call him like, but the silver-haired maid always calls him master habitually.

Ouyang Rong's face behind the scroll showed a look of helplessness, "You can call me Lang Jun or Young Master, or you can call me Tan Lang like my aunt."

The silver-haired maid pursed her lips and said nothing. She didn't know whether she heard him or not. Her face was focused on cleaning his finger wound.

Today she was wearing a well-proportioned light blue maid uniform, and her silver hair was tied into double temples with two red strings. It seemed that the technique was unfamiliar, and one of the temples was tied a little crookedly, but it made her look even more clumsy and cute.

"By the way, I've been busy lately. I leave early and come back late. If someone at home bullies you, you can tell me." Ouyang Rong did not forget his advice.

Wei Lai hesitated for a moment, swallowed the words and nodded her head.

Ouyang Rong put down the book, his eyes seemed a little tired, and turned to look at the silver-haired maid who was very close to him. The latter raised his head and glanced at his face, then buried his head again. Her ears seemed to be red, but she was not sure because she

The candlelight on the desk behind her illuminated the small white and crystal-clear ear bead in her temple hair, revealing some capillary-like orange-red color.

Ouyang Rong happened to see it and raised his hand, as if he wanted to squeeze it, but he pulled his hand back halfway.

Wei Lai, who always pays attention to her master, realizes it, but makes a mistake.

The silver-haired maid immediately tilted her head and raised her hand, pulling off the red rope that bound her temples, and her silver hair poured down like an avalanche.

Her hair is thick, and although it is silvery white, it is not dry. Instead, it is smooth and straight, with a young and healthy luster, like silver silk satin.

Wei Lai obediently rolled her waist-length silver hair in front of her left shoulder, and handed it to Ouyang Rong with a small face looking forward to pleasing her.

The master said that he liked her hair, even though everyone hated its color.

Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, you little girl, how can you be so subjective?

He wanted to refuse, but he noticed the bright light on the silver-haired maid's little face, which seemed to be hopeful and happy... A certain gentleman coughed and touched the cold and silky silver hair on his hand.

Just touch it, it shouldn’t deduct merit.

Ouyang muttered in his heart. After touching it, a slight wooden fish sound immediately sounded in his ears, but his face was not dark, but his expression was slightly stunned.

It’s the crisp sound of wooden fish.

Merit does not decrease but increases.

"..."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at Wei La, who was stroking her silver hair next to the bamboo chair with her blue eyes slightly narrowed and her little face filled with amazement.

Like a noble and pure white cat infatuated with the caress given by its owner.

Ouyang Rong was slightly startled, and couldn't help but twirling the bundle of silver hair that was covered with heat with his fingers. Good guy, this is not silver hair at all. This is clearly a small gift package of experience.

Don't you need to touch this more?

He laughed and rubbed the silver-haired maid's meek little head with his big hands. The latter also stretched her neck to nuzzle him stupidly.

The wound on the belly of his finger suddenly felt a slight pain. Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and looked around. The silver-haired maid seemed to be distracted and accidentally wiped the hot towel too hard. On the slightly red and swollen belly of his middle finger, spots of blood began to seep out.

"ah!"

Wei Lai was startled. She lowered her head and pouted in fear, her big eyes a little blurry.

"Master, you are a useless slave, and your hands and feet don't know the importance of it."

"It's okay, it's okay, I distracted you..."

Ouyang Rong looked very embarrassed, but before he finished his apology, he suddenly felt that the middle finger of his right hand was wrapped in a soft and soft ball, and the wound on the fingertip was given extra care by this soft ball.

"Uh-huh-huh."

Looking down, he saw that the little maid with disheveled silver hair was holding his right hand, burying her face with her head lowered, her pink lips pouting, and saying vaguely in her busy schedule:

"Master, when I was young, my slave was injured in the cage... This is how grandma treated the wound... It healed quickly."

After saying that, she looked up at Ouyang Rong with a look of gratitude, looking at Ouyang Rong brightly, as if hoping that he would be happy.

Ouyang Rong looked down and noticed that maybe because the food in Meiluyuan was good these days, Wei Lai's lips were no longer as pale and bloodless as before, but pink and fleshy.

"Silly girl."

He shook his head and sighed, retracting his fingers, ready to have a good chat with her... But at this moment.

"Brother!"

Xie Lingjiang's clear voice came from outside the house.

Both the master and the servant in the house were stunned. Ouyang Rong was the first to get up and go out. Wei Lai hurriedly went to get a piece of clothing, ran after him and put it on for him.

In the yard.

"Little junior sister, why are you here?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

"Didn't I say I would give you ice to compress the swelling? Here, take it."

The Xie girl who stood pretty on the spot handed out the box in her hand. She glanced at the petite maid with silver hair who followed her senior brother out of the house and smiled lightly:

"Hey, you must have already fallen into bed, right? That junior sister came at the wrong time and disturbed senior brother's dream."

"No, I'm talking about why you suddenly appeared here..."

Ouyang Rong ignored the joke behind him. He looked behind Xie Lingjiang and looked puzzled: "No one informed me, where are my aunt and the others."

"Oh, I'm not going through the main entrance." Xie Lingjiang pointed to the plum grove next to the yard, "I just tried it casually. I didn't expect that it can be accessed here. There is a path."

Ouyang Rong was speechless. Good guy, junior sister, I'm going to check Gang Road, right?

Complaints were complaints, and he had no guilty conscience. Ouyang Rong invited Xie Lingjiang into the study to sit down.

With a strange girl around, Wei Lai became a lot more reserved. She quickly tied up her long silver hair and ran to move a stool to pour water, busying around.

"Normally no one comes here, so please don't blame me if you don't entertain me well."

In the study, Ouyang Rong personally started the stove to boil water, cleaned the tea sets, and prepared tea.

Xie Lingjiang didn't reply. He looked at him for a while, then turned to look at the silver-haired girl who was clumsily moving a stool in the living room not far away.

Due to a county order, the study and bedrooms were empty and deserted.

Her face looked a little moved:

"Senior brother, have you never considered your personal pleasures?"

"What's the meaning."

Ouyang Rong looked calm and lowered his head to make tea.

Xie Lingjiang looked at the young county magistrate in front of him who was doing everything himself, and all he wanted to say finally turned into one sentence:

"Senior brother is more frugal and simple than my father."

Ouyang Rong was slightly startled. He was not stupid, so he probably understood the meaning of the junior sister's expression. He looked around, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"Didn't I already have a personal maid? I'm just a grown man living here, and having a maid to help me isn't enough?"

Moreover, she is also a delicate and eye-catching white-haired lolita, who is well-behaved and sensible to serve him... Ouyang Rong thought, if he had been in his previous life, he would have been hung up as a street lamp.

"Senior brother is really..."

Xie Lingjiang looked away from a certain silver-haired maid who did not suit her aesthetics, paused in her words, and shook her head slightly.

In the Su Mansion next door, even if the current situation is extremely poor, the Su family's uncles and aunts, the elder brother and the younger sister, etc., still have at least seven or eight maids and servants waiting in the room; even the guest room that Cai Shou had just arranged for Ying Niang was equipped with two

a maid;

As for her father, even though he was well-known for his honesty and simplicity in the literary circles of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was surrounded by several old servants. Even Xie Lingjiang suspected that there were more servants in Yan Liulang's house than his senior brother, not to mention the white-haired man whom the senior brother chose.

Barbarian girl...

I don’t know whether she is serving her senior brother or he is serving her. Even the senior brother is not familiar with the tea art.

A certain noble lady of the Xie family looked at Ouyang Rong, who had a contented face, with somewhat complicated eyes.

Later, the topic between the two of them turned to the affairs of the county government tomorrow.

In the distance, the petite maid with silver hair and blue eyes stood silently behind the curtain and looked at the confident, handsome Madam Lang in the study, and the noble girl with black hair and lacquered eyes who talked eloquently.

A look of inferiority and envy flashed across her fair face... This is the woman who is worthy of her master.

…
To be continued...