"Let's go now. Eat slowly."

The young county magistrate stood up and prepared to leave, his steps hurried.

With his sharp eyes and quick hands, he had already squeezed out a certain white-haired maid and waited not far from the door in advance. He spread out his moon-white uniform in his hand and greeted her with a smile:

"Have a nice trip, Mr. Lang."

Ouyang Rong glanced at Silla's maid and nodded slightly. He opened his hand and let the half-thin clothes be draped. Suddenly he looked down, pulled back the arm that had just been inserted into the sleeve, turned around and asked:

"Where's the official uniform?"

The half-slender smiling face was stunned: "What official uniform?"

"The one I changed into yesterday."

He half-consciously replied: "I washed it..."

The young county magistrate Ying, who was walking a little hastily out of the house, frowned slightly and his voice was a little louder unconsciously:

"Didn't I tell you not to wash it yet?"

After a pause: "Also, who does the laundry? Why is it so messy?"

Ban Xin's body trembled with fright. Lang Jun used to speak calmly and gently, but it was rare that his tone was a bit harsh like this.

Mrs. Zhen, who was drinking porridge at a table not far away, slowly put down the porcelain spoon in her hand and glanced sideways in the direction of the door. She did not take the handkerchief handed to her by the maid next to her to wipe her mouth.

In the early morning, the house was filled with the warm aroma of porridge and the scent of early sunshine. All the women's eyes quickly gathered because of the serious tone of the male host.

For a moment, there was a flash of light on my back. I panicked for a moment and said hurriedly:

"My slave deserves to die. Sir, don't be angry. This slave is going to see if the official uniforms on the line are dry..."

He was about to run out the door in a hurry.

"never mind."

Ouyang Rong took a breath and said slowly, waving his hand to stop him.

Just when the young county magistrate lowered his head and tried to put on his moon-white uniform, he reluctantly went to the pier to see off the guests.

"Tan Lang, it's all my fault that I didn't explain this to my sister clearly."

The white-haired maid who had just disappeared for a while suddenly appeared on the porch outside the door. She unfolded a light green seventh-grade official uniform in her hand and stepped forward to help Ouyang Rong put it on in front of everyone.

Ouyang Rong was startled, looked down at the official uniform, and then looked at Wei Lai who looked apologetic:

"Didn't you wash it last night?"

Wei Lai said crisply: "This is another set. I touched it this morning and it has already been done."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Ouyang Rong looked relieved. Under Wei Lai's care, he dressed neatly and hurriedly went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back. He lowered his head and bit his lip and said half-heartedly: "It's okay."

Ouyang Rong's figure walked away, met the beautiful figure of the Xie family's daughter at the door in the distance, and disappeared.

After he left.

Inside and outside the hall, silence remained for a while.

Lang Jun said it was okay, but was it really okay?

In front of the round table, the dignified and dignified woman in a skirt glanced around at the women in the hall.

The maids had different expressions, either lowering their heads or lowering their eyes, but none of them dared to say a word.

As long as it involves Lang Jun, no matter how small it is, it is Meiluyuan's top priority.

And no matter how minor a mistake is, the lady who loves her husband has to go on the scale to see how much it weighs, and she can't easily get over it.

Banxi, who used to be quite arrogant, seemed to be standing at the door, with her head deeply buried in the moon-white uniform in her arms, her face pale.

Wei Lai lowered her eyebrows and stood there.

"Come all over."

Zhen suddenly spoke.

Wei Lai, Banxi and the other maids quickly gathered in front of the woman in the skirt and stood very honestly.

"What's going on? Tell me."

Several big maids who had followed him before, like pouring beans through bamboo tubes, hurriedly told everything about last night.

Don't dare to add fuel to the fire.

Wei Lai also honestly added some, and then took the initiative to blame himself:

"Madam, it's all slave's fault. Miss Banxi and the others left in a hurry. I forgot to mention Tan Lang's explanation. It's slave's fault."

Hear the sincere tone of the white-haired maid.

The maids waiting for a while could not help but look at her sideways.

Zhen shook her head and whispered:

"It doesn't matter. Finally you can get a clean official uniform, as long as it doesn't delay Tan Lang's business."

After saying that, the woman in the skirt looked meaningfully at the pretty white-haired maid in front of her.

Wei Lai's eyebrows became gentler and lowered.

Zhen suddenly asked: "Didn't you call me master before? Why did you call me Tanlang by your nickname?"

The other maids, including Banxi, only dared to call Tanlang this intimate nickname in private, but no one dared to go beyond it in front of Mrs. Zhen.

Wei Lai's little face was calm and she spoke eloquently:

"In response to what I said, Madam, the master asked the slave to call him. One night, the master held the slave in his arms and whispered, asking the slave to call him Tanlang when there was no one around, and then call him master when no one was around."

"oh?"

Mrs. Zhen raised her eyebrows, and all the maids around her showed expressions of surprise and admiration.

He is called Tanlang in front of others, and Master after others.

Hiss, what kind of fun is this?

Madam Zhen knew more than a group of little maids, and she suddenly thought more deeply. She was not only paying attention to what was revealed in these words. Tan Lang hugged the unpleasant-looking white-haired maid in the middle of the night and whispered about this matter in private.

thing.

There is also Tanlang's special hobby that I accidentally discovered last time...

Zhen couldn't help but take a look at Wei La's slender body.

I didn't expect that I could bear it.

Also, the little girl has already experienced the harsh environment of being locked in a cage, so being restrained and tied up with rope skills should be no problem. She is quite obedient and cooperative... no wonder Tanlang likes her.

Wei Lai didn't know what Zhen was suddenly thinking about at this moment. He carefully observed the woman in the skirt, who seemed to have a normal expression, and whispered:

"If the madam doesn't like slave shouting like that, slave can change it."

"No."

Mrs. Zhen came back to her senses and couldn't help but take another look at the white-haired maid. For a moment, she felt that she was more pleasing to the eye.

From this point of view, the last trip to Jinxiaokou Horse Racing Center was not completely in vain.

She thought for a moment, then lowered her voice and warned:

"Since Tanlang likes you shouting like this, just be obedient."

"Yes, madam."

Zhen stretched out her hand slowly, took the clean moon-white uniform from Ban Xian's hand, and handed it to Wei Lai.

She turned to the maids and said calmly:

"You are not allowed to wander into Tanlang's yard at will from now on. He has a personal maid to take care of him. Don't go and cause trouble."

"yes!"

The woman in the skirt finished closing the coffin and waited for the maids to respond hurriedly. She immediately realized something and turned to look at Wei La. For a moment, the expressions of the girls were a little complicated.

The white-haired maid tightly held the moon-white uniform of her returned master in her arms, and a pair of dreamy gray mist blue eyes also showed a flattered look.

Mrs. Zhen chuckled, tilted her head, and glanced at the porridge bowl on the table.

Wei Lai immediately put the Yuebai uniform aside. She stepped forward, picked up the porcelain bowl and porcelain spoon, and carefully fed the porridge to the aunt in front of her, one bite at a time.

Her little face was full of flattering expressions, and the white-haired maid's eyes were filled with joy.

Mrs. Zhen chewed slowly and said with a smile: "Tell me how Tanlang has been sleeping recently. Have you ever had insomnia in the middle of the night?"

Wei Lai, the personal maid of Meilin Courtyard, immediately came and spoke eloquently.

The small mouth with white teeth and red lips spoke slowly and carefully.

It seems that I have been preparing for this moment for a long time.

But this time, no maid sister dared to steal her words.
Chapter completed!