"What's this?"

Without saying a word, Ye Weilai took out a white sandalwood target knife from the warm bulging quilt next to her.

Place it in front of Ouyang Rong.

"..." Ouyang Rong leaned back subconsciously.

His head was full of black lines: "Why did you bring this thing to bed? You want to stab me?"

Ye Weilai shook her head, blinked and said, "It's not the slave who's here, it's the master who's here."

Ouyang Rong was not angry and immediately said: "Then I stab you?"

Ye Weilai seemed to have thought of something and her face turned red, even though she knew her master's words were careless.

Ye Weilai reminded in a low voice: "Of course it is for protection. Has the master forgotten what Miss Xie said before?"

Ouyang Rong frowned:

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have told you about the skirt knife. If you touch it again, my junior sister will eat you alive if she knows you touched her knife."

Ye Weilai shook her head and stuffed the skirt knife into Ouyang Rong's arms:

"It's okay. The slave touched the skirt knife, but Miss Xie couldn't sense it. The slave brought it up for the master. Didn't Miss Xie say before that the master should carry the skirt knife and be inseparable, so you can't relax when you sleep."

Ouyang Rong was left speechless. He grabbed the knife, propped himself up, and looked outside into the dark room where the lights were off.

"Okay, okay, master, go to bed soon."

The white-haired maid pressed her breasts tightly against his long and thick arms, shook her head and looked cute.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and did not brave the cold wind and ran out of bed to put the knife away.

Instead, he placed the white sandalwood target knife on the sheets between him and Ye Weila, lay down, and slept honestly.

But he didn't see the smile of the white-haired maid under the quilt next to him dimming.

Her little hand touched the bulging quilt somewhere next to her, and then touched the skirt knife between her and her master's body.

Then, like Ouyang Rong, Ye Weilai also closed her eyes.

The room gradually fell silent.

You can hear the needle drop.

There were only two regular breathing sounds belonging to a young man and a girl.

The former snores slightly.

The night is getting darker.

I don't know how long it took.

In front of the gate of Meilin Courtyard, at some point, a slender black shadow appeared.

This black shadow is extremely quiet, as if it is integrated with the darkness.

If you don't take a closer look, you won't be able to detect any clues from a distance.

The embroiderer silently stared at the closed courtyard door in front of her.

One hand stretched out, four fingers gently pressed against the wooden door.

The wooden door was not pushed.

She seemed to be feeling the rough touch of the wood.

At a certain moment, the embroiderer raised her hand again and gently touched the hair that had fallen down from her ears.

He turned around and silently looked to the southeast.

That's Su Mansion.

The mute girl named Xiu Niang, with eyes as clear as the water of a stream, seemed to be able to see through the shadows of trees and the dark night wind, the beautiful figure watching on the roof of a women's boudoir somewhere in the Su Mansion.

Under the moonlight, there was a seventh-grade Confucian lady who was holding her chin in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking about. Her eyes often turned to Tanlang's courtyard.

Yes, the embroiderer has always known.

Tanlang's junior sister is caring about and protecting him.

But this girl Xie had never discovered her existence.

The embroiderer's face was calm, and she didn't blame Miss Xie too much, because she knew how special she was.

Ever since she was brought into that sect, both her teachers and senior sisters had been nagging her that she was special.

The embroiderer is very quiet.

Quiet as a virgin.

So is her sword.

Brake with stillness.

Of course, "quiet" wins.

And apart from stubborn rocks and dead things, is there any creature in this world that is more peaceful than a virgin?

Therefore, as long as Xiu Niang does not vigorously mobilize her spiritual energy cultivation, very few people can "discover" her in this situation, unless her Qi refining skills are special or her cultivation has reached the realm of transformation.

The last time she was at the Beitian Almshouse, she sat silently behind the familiar swordsman with a broken arm.

In addition to "asking for leave" before, I often followed Tan Lang and Miss Xie all day long, and this was also the case.

I've never been noticed by that girl Xie.

In front of the courtyard gate, the embroiderer silently withdrew her gaze.

The pair of embroidered shoes under her feet, which often appeared in front of Ouyang Rong's bed late at night, moved lightly.

The slender figure disappeared from the door.

In the courtyard, there was a soft sound that was so slight that it could be ignored. The door of the main house in the courtyard opened and closed automatically when there was no wind.

And there seemed to be something extra in the house.

After a while, in the shadow of a curtain somewhere in the room, there was a spark-like photoelectric light that suddenly lit up, as if something was burning.

The air in the room seemed hazy and blurry, and a faint scent of sandalwood gradually began to fill the air.

The mute girl stared blankly in the direction of the bed in the back room with her painted eyes.

She shouldn't have come.

But couldn't help it.

After a while, the room seemed to be filled with sandalwood.

In my ears, those two familiar breathing sounds seemed to be deeper.

The embroiderer still didn't move, standing still, as if listening, but also as if she was in a daze.

In fact, this sandalwood is not a drug, but a good thing, which is good for him, but... it makes people a little sleepy.

Immediately, Xiu Niang seemed to come back to her senses, let out a breath, and walked towards the bed where he was sleeping as if she could not control her steps.

At this moment, in a certain bed, there was a white-haired maid sleeping very peacefully.

The little hand holds a knife.
Chapter completed!