In front of the bed in the back room of Meilin's courtyard, the air felt inexplicably frozen.

Between the two of them, the scattered moonlight made the atmosphere particularly deserted.

The atmosphere began to become somewhat silent.

At this time, the moonlight on the field comes from two sources.

One is from the gap in the closed window next to it.

The moonlight was cut into mottled patches.

The scene in the back room is like a dark curtain, and the moonlight is like a diagonal stroke, drawing a diagonal vertical line from the middle of the curtain.

This "diagonal and vertical" passage passes in sequence: the vermilion-lacquered wardrobe, the pretty profile of the mute cook in a green skirt, and the fluffy brown velvet carpet.

There is also a moonlight.

It came from the hand of the white-haired girl who was standing in front of the sleeping young man on the bed on the other side.

She held a slender sword tightly in both hands, and the moonlight was slowly flowing over the sword like flowing water. It was like looking at a picture of a surging river, except that the river water in it was replaced by a strange water that could emit moonlight.

It doesn't look like a product of the human world, but more like it comes from the moon palace in the sky.

Even if someone said that a bright moon was melted into the sword when it was forged, some people would probably believe it.

The moonlight was trembling slightly at this moment, trembling along with Ye Weilai's little hand holding the sword hilt tightly.

The hazy moonlight shivered on a small face that still looked dazed.

She had silver teeth, bit her pink lips, and stared at the embroiderer in front of her with trembling eyelashes, shaking her head and waving her hands:

"Why are you...you...why are you approaching Tanlang secretly?"

For some unknown reason, perhaps due to some kind of tacit understanding, Ye Weilai asked in a suppressed voice. She couldn't help turning her head and glanced sideways at the master who was turning over in confusion and continuing to sleep. There was some hesitation in her gray-blue eyes.

"Hey..."

The embroiderer waved her hands vigorously, as if she saw that Ye Weilai was no longer stubborn. She stretched out her hand emptyly in front of her, as if she wanted to grab something.

"You..." Ye Weilai saw the cook's gaze falling on Ouyang Rong foolishly, and she frowned slightly.

"What's your relationship with the master?"

As if she sensed something was wrong, the white-haired maid couldn't help but ask.

Under the moonlight, the embroiderer lowered her head.

His hands naturally dropped down, grabbing the hem of the green skirt at his side.

Seems a little at a loss.

This mute embroiderer girl is obviously much older than the cardamom girl Ye Weilai, and she even masters a set of top-notch Qi training techniques that can kill most people in the world.

However, under the flawless posture of Ye Weilai holding the sword with both hands pointing straight at it, and under the squinting scrutiny of a pair of blue eyes, he seemed a bit cowardly and docile as a sheep.

Perhaps the white-haired girl in front of her is Tanlang's close personal maid, and she pretends to be powerful.

Or maybe it was a guilty conscience that came late at night.

Or maybe it's... some deeper inferiority complex.

"Forgot, you can't speak..." Ye Weilai whispered when she saw this.

The long sword pointing at the person in his hand was lowered slightly, almost hanging to the ground.

Ye Weilai knew Xiu Niang. When Zhen was still in Meiluyuan, she went to the kitchen to learn the art of mung bean cake and had dealings with Xiu Niang.

It's just that they didn't have a close relationship, but her reaction now is very obvious. She had a good impression of this mute cook before.

This may be the reason why I am less vigilant at this moment.

"You don't seem to want to harm anyone, do you have something to hide..."

Ye Weila, who lowered his head and muttered, turned his blue eyes upward and looked at the embroiderer in front of him, whose hands and feet seemed to have nowhere to rest.

She has been exposed to the coldness and malice of the world since she was a child, and she seems to have a natural sensitivity to the good and evil thoughts of others.

When the embroiderer heard this, she raised her head as lightly as a deer in the forest, nodded her head hurriedly, her mouth was silent, but her face looked a little relieved and happy.

The mute female cook was not afraid of the moonlight sword in Ye Weilai's hand. She took a step forward and looked at Tan Lang's back. She raised her index finger with her left hand in front of her lips, and pointed her right hand in the direction of the desk with paper, ink, pen and inkstone, as if towards Ye Weilai.

Indicate.

With a "choking", Ye Weilai simply sheathed the sword and returned it to the wooden stand.

She looked at Xiu Niang with a sincere face and whispered: "Are you going to the desk to chat..."

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Weilai bent her fair legs under her nightgown, arched her pink buttocks forward, as if she wanted to get out of bed, and arched her feet to explore her shoes.

But this time.

The embroiderer suddenly turned her head and looked east, staring at the closed wooden window. Behind the wooden window, there was an empty courtyard with the sound of insects and... in the direction of the Su Mansion.

The sudden change caused Ye Weilai's small body to shrink back, but her sharp eyes caught the embroiderer's beautiful eyebrows gathering together, and she asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

As soon as she asked the question, her little face froze for a moment, as if she had realized something, and she quickly turned her head and looked behind her.

Ouyang Rong, who was sleeping soundly, silently held the jade handle of a white sandalwood target knife with his left hand.

Not long ago, Ye Weilai arranged it in a hurry when faced with the late night visitors who came and returned.

I was so focused on chatting just now that I accidentally forgot about it.

"Is someone here? Oh no, Miss Xie must have sensed the owner holding the handle of the knife late at night, worried about something happening, and rushed over."

The embroiderer couldn't help but cast her eyes on the knife held in Tan Lang's hand.

Facing the embroiderer's upward gaze, Ye Weilai showed a somewhat embarrassed look on her face.

"Well, I was frightened just now, so I went to the doctor in a hurry."

"Ah..." The embroiderer looked nervous and reserved on her little face, looking around.

Although she has a special breathing technique that can hide her breath and make it difficult to be discovered.

But Miss Xie is not blind. She is heading straight towards the Meilin Courtyard with her eyes fixed on this place.

In the embroiderer's perception, the distance between this woman and her is less than a hundred meters. If she runs out now, the probability of being discovered is not small.

Ye Weilai hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes. Looking around the room, her little nose wrinkled and her tone was a little regretful:

"Oops, Oops, Miss Xie will definitely wake up the master when she comes in and sees you... Wait, how about you hide under the bed?"

"..." Xiu Niang.

…

Xie Lingjiang was going back to his house to rest.

Tonight, there was no girl with plum blossom makeup who ran up to the rooftop to chat with me.

As usual, she was sitting on the roof in a daze.

In fact, I am not only feeling lovesick, but also meditating on my luck.

As for sleep, for Qi practitioners, practicing luck and immersing themselves in inner vision is the best way to rest and recuperate.

However, it was cold tonight. Xie Lingjiang was just about to go back to the house when he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Meilin courtyard.

The place she had been looking forward to for a long time was still dark and extremely quiet.

Xie Ling Jiang Dai frowned slightly and muttered: "It's so late at night, what is Senior Brother doing holding a knife if he's not sleeping?"

The next second, a gust of evening wind blew through the empty roof, and the woman's silhouette disappeared.

Xie Lingjiang's figure appeared outside Meilin Courtyard.

She frowned and looked at the dark doors and windows.

Immediately, some bad premonitions arose in my heart.

"Big Brother!"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but blurt out. In an instant, he walked to the door of the main room, stretched out his hand and opened the door with his palm raised.

But immediately, a slightly tired girl's voice came from inside the house:

"Who is it?"

Then there was the sound of the girl putting on her shoes, getting out of bed, and approaching to open the door.

Xie Lingjiang paused slightly.

At this moment, the Qi Practitioner's sensitive hearing told him that the room was still filled with two familiar breathing sounds.

She still frowned slightly:

"It's me...you guys haven't slept yet?"

"Thank you, why are you here?"

Accompanied by the girl's doubtful voice, there was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open from the inside.
To be continued...