There is quite little moonlight tonight.

Sandalwood fills the house.

A mute woman slowly walked out from the shadow of the curtain in the front hall.

She turned her head and glanced at the wooden frame next to Ouyang Rong's bed.

The wooden frame was within easy reach beside the bed, and a long sword was hanging on it.

It's quite familiar. It seems to be the sword of the one-armed swordsman from Chang'an.

The embroiderer silently returned her gaze to the dark bed in the back room.

The two hands at her side quietly picked up the hem of the clothes at hand and were wiping them.

A few days ago, before Mrs. Zhen left, she heard Ye Weilai, who came to the kitchen to learn skills, mentioned that Tanlang seemed to be a little angry in the past few days, and there was even a smell of dogwood in his mouth and face when he woke up in the morning.

Only then did the embroiderer realize that she was negligent.

Because she often used dogwood to make spicy dishes in the kitchen, her hands had a strong smell of dogwood, but she didn't even notice it.

As a result, during those few nights, he often came quietly to the Meilin Courtyard to visit Tanlang. When he could not help but caress his sleeping face, the spicy smell of dogwood was left on his face.

The moonlight leaking from the window crack happened to shine on the embroiderer's delicate side face, and also the apologetic look on her side face.

She lowered her head, raised her hand, and sniffed the green fingers of her right hand, as if to confirm something, before continuing to walk forward and arriving at Ouyang Rong's bedside.

In the bed, Ouyang Rong was lying on his back, with his hands raised, palms folded, and pillowed behind his head.

Ye Weilai also seemed to be lying on her back, with her whole body retracted into the quilt. Even her little head on the embroidered pillow was mostly covered by the embroidered quilt, only a pair of closed eyes were exposed, and her breathing and exhalation were exposed through the gaps in the quilt.

Looking at the silver-haired and blue-eyed personal maid next to Tan Lang.

The embroiderer's eyes showed a complex and incomprehensible color.

There is comfort, envy, sadness, and sadness.

Putting some things aside, the embroiderer actually has a good impression of Ye Weila.

Among the gossipy maids and servants in Meiluyuan, Xiu Niang has naturally heard of some of the recent rumors about Ye Weilai.

But she didn't care about this.

She only looked at what Ye Weilai had done, whether he was wholeheartedly good to Tan Lang, and whether he would cause trouble to Tan Lang...

These are enough.

Words are just lies.

Behavior is the confession.

Such is the case with embroiderers.

This is something she realized very early on.

Because she couldn't speak.

You can only act silently.

But the more innocent you are, the more pure you are.

The same is true for the way of swordsmanship, and the same is true for the way of love.

The embroiderer is mute, but she is not wooden.

Who can be heartless?

Sometimes there would be something stuck in her heart, and she would open her mouth and say "Ah", unable to vent it.

The embroiderer told herself that she had to do something, whatever it was, at least she couldn't do nothing.

So Xiu Niang came, even though she couldn't recognize him at all.

As a senior sister once said to her:

"...Little junior sister, rather than stand on the cliff for a thousand years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover one night."

The embroiderer has many senior sisters.

Some are harsh, some are cold, and some are warm.

But they all treated her like family.

However, sometimes, the word family also means bound by responsibilities.

The embroiderer does not blame her fate.

Already contented.

Especially, I still have the opportunity to meet him...

The embroiderer's lowered eyes moved away from Ye Weilai's face and looked at Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.

A few days ago, Ye Weilai followed Mrs. Zhen, and before she came back halfway, it was a very happy time for her.

Except for the emotional ups and downs on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, in the following days, Tanlang would go out early and return early, eat the meals she cooked regularly, and go to bed early. At night, she would light the sandalwood incense that made her sleepy, go to bed again, and curl up.

She buried her head in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Although he occasionally wakes up near dawn, tears shed for unknown reasons in his sleep will wet the fabric of his chest.

But this kind of ordinary life, like a world between two people, made Xiu Niang a little addicted.

Just like a real couple.

It's a pity that Tanlang's personal maid is back again, and Tanlang seems to like her quite a lot.

Moreover, when the embroiderer just entered the room, she also saw the embroidery stool where the woman was sitting next to Tanlang's desk, and some green handwriting copying calligraphy on the table.

Tanlang seemed to be teaching her how to write.

In front of the bed, the curtains were being lifted silently, and the eyes of the mute woman suddenly darkened as she stared at the bed.

"ah……"

An extremely soft female voice sounded in the darkness in front of the bed in the back room.

It's a pity that she is so weak and humble that she can't even disturb a nightingale.

The embroiderer was silent.

The pads of four fingers were slowly caressing Ouyang Rong's sleeping face.

It was like a breeze, blowing over the sharp curves of his face, and then blowing over his eyes, nose, lips and chin.

Obviously, she shouldn't have such emotions right now.

She has no qualifications or status to have such emotions.

Just like when I followed the ribbon-cutting ceremony all the way to Donglin Temple and saw Tanlang and the noble Xie family walking into the main hall to seek marriage.

But why is it that my heart is like a lake reflecting flowing clouds, flickering in and out, sometimes feeling depressed and uncomfortable, and sometimes jumping for joy?

The embroiderer stood quietly in front of the bed and quietly stroked Ouyang Rong's face for a while.

Her fingers could clearly feel the temperature conveyed on his skin.

It seems to be a lot of peace of mind.

At a certain moment, the embroiderer turned her head silently and looked at Ye Weila, who was breathing equally regularly and sleeping equally peacefully.

In the darkness, her eyes as clear as water could not help but show some envy.

Time passed bit by bit.

He stood quietly in front of the bed and waited for a while.

The embroiderer bent down, crossed Ye Weilai on the outside of the bed, and held the corner of the quilt for Ouyang Rong.

She turned away from the bed and walked towards the door.

It was still quiet inside the house.

The mute woman's footsteps were as light as a feather and made no sound.

But halfway through, the embroiderer suddenly stopped.

She turned her back to the quiet bed and remained motionless.

In his ears, the sound of two sleeping breaths was still very regular.

The embroiderer suddenly turned around and walked back to the bed in the darkness.

Her eyes did not look at Tanlang.

Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the white-haired girl sleeping outside the bed.

The embroiderer's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

I remember that every time I came here in the middle of the night, the white-haired maid would hug Tanlang's arm tightly and sleep on her side. She also liked to drool and wipe it on the clothes on Tanlang's arm.

The embroiderer walked to the bed and stared at Ye Weilai, who was lying on her back with her eyes closed for a while.

Ye Weila's mouth and nose were covered by the quilt, and only her closed eyes and white-haired bangs on her forehead could be seen.
To be continued...