Ouyang Rong thought.

At this time, I saw the white-haired maid next to the bed, her little face was about to cry, and she unconsciously picked up the corners of her clothes with her hands.

Ouyang Rong remained calm and said immediately:

"Of course I know it was Qilin who sent me the son, just to tease you and see that I bluffed you. You are so stupid."

After a pause, he sighed:

"Hey, don't move your head and think about it, master, I am so powerful, how can I not recognize Qilin?

"Well, there is a big one painted on the mural in the county government lobby. I see it when I pass by it every day, and I recognize it when it turns to ashes."

Ouyang Rong's words were so precise that he slapped his chest with both hands and swore to God.

Well, we all know it when it turns into ashes, but it's hard to tell when it turns into a dog.

Wei Lai's little face was suddenly startled, she tilted her head slightly and said crisply: "Really?"

Ouyang Rong blinked and said: "Can it be fake? Isn't this Qilin used to send children to pray for more children and more blessings? No one should understand."

Immediately he saw the cute and wrinkled little face of a white-haired maid lying on the bed looking back, and in an instant, she beamed with joy.

“The master is so kind~”

She turned her head, hummed a tune again, with a happy face, and continued to make the bed.

Although the little girl is smart and alert, she is easy to coax, of course, only for Ouyang Rong.

Wei Lai's sleeves were rolled up to half of her arms. Before making the bed and folding the quilt, she changed the bedding and quietly cleaned some traces left last night.

Wei Lai's body was still a little weak, and after a while, her two pink lips opened slightly, and she was panting.

She was a little tired from all the hard work, and she didn't know if it was because she hadn't fully recovered from what happened last night. Even Ouyang Rong, who was not far away, could hear the girl's delicate breathing.

But the girl didn't complain at all.

Ouyang Rong turned around and tried to help, but Wei Lai pushed him away softly and forcefully, and she said coquettishly, "Master doesn't want it."

In fact, she can leave these chores to the menial maids outside after her master leaves.

But Wei Lai was reluctant. She didn't want any other maids to step into this plum forest courtyard if it was not necessary.

This is her warm little home with her owner.

The little girl is like a lioness, with a strong sense of territory.

Because the master's life is not all about her, but her life is all about the master.

Of course, Wei Lai is also self-aware of certain things and fates.

But at least, in this "little cage" right now, a certain white-haired maid secretly has a very bold and unrestrained idea of ​​temporarily monopolizing her master.

Seeing the little girl's back looking happy again, Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the smile on his face gradually faded away.

It seems that something comes to mind from "Qilin sends a child".

Ouyang Rong fell silent.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong finished washing and dressing up, and Wei Lai also finished tidying up the house. Ouyang Rong took her out and went to the front hall to have breakfast.

After walking on the corridor for a while, Ouyang Rongtou didn't reply:

"Weila, that picture of Qilin giving birth to a child...who asked you to embroider it?"

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the girl behind him became quiet for a moment.

After a while, Wei Lai's subtle voice came:

"It's the eldest lady. The eldest lady said that this embroidery is auspicious... Does the master not like it? Or... does he pity the slave in this matter?"

Ouyang Rong didn't respond, rolled up his sleeves with his hands, and walked forward silently.

He actually reacted to something.

Some things must be planned in advance, and there should be no hesitation and procrastination.

Besides, it seems that the timing is quite right for him to propose now...

Behind, the white-haired maid stared at her master's quiet back, with a look of confusion and expectation on her little face.

In the Zhou Dynasty, it was not uncommon for a personal maid or a bed-warming concubine to give birth to a son for the male master.

Even if a noble lady, or even a noblewoman of the fifth surname, or a royal princess is being married by a Ming matchmaker, before she gets married and consummates the marriage, she may ask her dowry maid to have a trial marriage and sleep with her husband... The culture of the Qian Zhou Dynasty was quite open.

However, Wei Lai and Zhen didn't know Ouyang Rong's true thoughts.

A quarter of an hour later.

The breakfast hall of Meiluyuan.

As usual, Ouyang Rong and his aunt Zhen were sitting around the small round table eating.

Wei Lai, Banxi and other maids are waiting by their side, waiting at any time.

Mrs. Zhen today wore a blue shirt and red skirt, with a white silk scarf on her shoulders, and her hair was covered with pearls. Her eyes turned to her beloved nephew who was calmly sipping porridge:

"Talang, how do you like this almond porridge?"

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his eyelids, staring at the tablecloth, as if he was thinking:

"New cook?"

"no."

Zhen's mouth, dotted with a light mole, turned up and asked:

"How come Tanlang doesn't even know about the porridge cooked by the maid in his own room? He's been too busy these days?"

"Weila boiled it? Do you have this skill?"

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised and looked at the white-haired maid beside him who was silently stirring the honey candy cake for him.

Mrs. Zhen smiled and said:

"The cook seems to have something to do at home. She has asked for leave for the past two days. This girl Wei Lai learned a lot of skills from the cook in the back kitchen. She kept silent. I only found out about this recently."

She glanced at Wei Lai, who was serving Tan Lang attentively and honestly, with a look of approval in her eyes.

"Almond porridge, mung bean cake, and a few spicy dishes that Tanlang likes to eat. Girl Weile made them well. It seems that Tanlang didn't taste any difference."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

My aunt rarely praised Verre, saying that he was too late to assist even if he tried to pick any bones in his eggs.

Mrs. Zhen wiped her mouth with her handkerchief and said slowly:

"Weile, this personal maid, does a good job and can take good care of Tanlang."

After saying that, she glanced at Wei Lai's long silver hair, and her brows wrinkled unnoticeably, but in the end she didn't show her disgust anymore.

Beside the table, other maids such as Ban Xiang and others looked sideways at Wei La.

The expressions on the maids' faces were a little complicated.

The white-haired maid's expression remained calm until she noticed her master's gaze, and her gray-blue eyes trembled shyly.

Ouyang Rong put down the porridge bowl and looked at Wei La.

I felt a little sighing for a while.

Now it seems.

This personal maid, who was exchanged for five buckets of rice, actually did not need his escort.

She is so smart, eager to learn, and adaptable that she can handle even Mrs. Zhen, who is always mean and serious to her maids.

He still worried too much.

However, Ouyang Rong felt a little regretful in his heart. It would have been better if Wei Lai had been a man.

If he wants to leave in the future, he can give her some bright future, such as asking the junior sister to take her to Bailudong Academy to become a disciple, or asking Ouyang to support her in studying.

Ke Wei Lai is a daughter, and now that she has become Ouyang Rong's personal maid, he can only continue to arrange the path he had always envisioned.

The young county magistrate sighed inwardly.
Chapter completed!