Chapter Fifteen Arrival

  Thank you for the great reward from 'Tiansheng Xixi' and the evaluation vote from 'Jingzhong Tang Houyi'. Officer Guan Sheng will continue to work hard and not disappoint the two of you.

  Wei Zhao's book hadn't been read much when Wan'er and Xiangqiang hurried over.

  The two of them didn't say a word, Wan Er was tidying up the bedding inside Wei Zhao's room while urging him "Young Master, hurry up and get ready, the Young Mistress will be coming over soon."

  Wei Zhuo still held a book in his right hand, his eyes scanning the girl's chest where a rounded brooch was pinned, and he said in confusion: "The house is very clean, no need to tidy up."

  Xiangliang was arranging the clothes in Weizhao's closet, and upon hearing this, she quietly glanced at Yuanner and whispered, "Young Master, the young mistress is very formidable."

  Wei Xiao's heart knew that Xiang Liang didn't know how to describe Li Xiulian's ruthless methods, looking at her tear-stained small face, she smiled and said "Isn't it called Big Young Madam?"

  Xianglian's face turned red as she hastily turned around and ran to the bookshelf. Yuanner gently shook her head, her small hands grasping the pillow under Weizao's head, furrowing her eyebrows: "Young master, don't be so unrefined with our servants, or else we will..."

  "Xiangliang won't, and neither will you." Wei Zhao didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and smiled as he interrupted her, sitting up: "Sister-in-law isn't an outsider, do we need to be so reserved?"

  Wan'er's small face turned slightly red as she gave Wei Zhao a flirtatious glance. She thought to herself, "You don't know the ways of Mrs. Dashi," and then carefully reached out her hand to adjust Wei Zhao's clothes. Wei Zhao couldn't help but glance at his mouth, thinking of his sister-in-law Li Xianyun, and suddenly the mature and elegant beauty of her appeared before his eyes again. Although they had met a few times, it was always brief, without any in-depth conversation.

  Wei Zhuo stretched his neck for Yuanyu to tidy up, but in his heart, he was guessing that the matter of Yunfo Temple had already been passed on, and his sister-in-law must have come to verify it.

  There were only two maids in Wei Zhaofang's house, including herself, a total of three people. Yuanner and Xiangqiang were busy for a while before running to the kitchen. It was said that Mrs. Dashi wanted to have dinner with Young Master, which made the lower-ranking servants speculate wildly.

  Watching the two little maidservants going in and out, Wei Zuo was bored to death. He sat at his desk, randomly pulled out a book, opened it, and found that it was actually a book on dyeing flowers. Dyeing flowers meant rough cloth dyeing, Wei Zuo thought for a moment, then lowered his head to read. After reading for a while, he furrowed his brow, feeling that many places in the book had unreasonable chemical reactions, and also felt that the writing seemed inappropriate. Then, he discovered that the workmanship was somewhat crude, and couldn't help but pick up his pen to annotate it.

  Time slipped away unnoticed, and it wasn't until Wei Xiao suddenly looked up and let out a sigh of relief that he realized the candles on his desk had already been lit. Turning his head to look outside, the sky had already darkened.

  Weizao sniffed his nose, and a wave of wine fragrance floated in, directly drilling into his nostrils. With this smell, Weizao's stomach suddenly growled loudly. Weizao stretched his head to take a look, then got up and walked towards the main hall. Although the Wei family was not a wealthy or aristocratic household, rules were rules. Usually, when Weizao was being mischievous, the maids could only follow along. Now that the number one master of the Wei family had arrived, the people below naturally became busy and flustered, following the rules. Weizao looked at the table full of exquisite dishes, his throat growling loudly, glanced around, stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of meat made from who-knows-what, and stuffed it into his mouth.

  He hadn't swallowed yet when Xianglian pushed the door open with a tray in her hands, and Wei Zhao hastily turned around, his mouth moving as he swallowed it down without even tasting it.

  Xianglian walked in with a tray, saw Weizao standing still with his back to her, blinked her big eyes, took out the dishes from the tray and put them on the table, scanned the other dishes with her gaze, giggled and said softly: "Young master, have you been sneaking food?"

  His old face turned red, and he swallowed the meat slices with great effort. He calmly and naturally turned his head to glare at the little servant girl, saying "Nonsense." After speaking, he casually turned around and walked towards the study.

  Xiangliang wouldn't let him off, chasing after him and whispering: "Young master, I saw it, there's a piece of meat missing over there."

  Wei Zhuo's face sank, and he said woodenly: "How would I know?"

  The little girl suddenly grabbed Wei Zuo's hand, sniffed her small nose, and her face was full of strange smiles.

  Wei Zhuo's old face immediately turned red, and he slapped her little head with a loud slap, angrily saying "A scholar can't say steal, that's not called stealing, it's called thievery! Thievery, do you know what that means?!"

  Xiangliang hugged Xiaotou and said in a low, wronged tone: "You're bullying me because I don't read much."

  Wei Zhuo was annoyed and embarrassed, seeing Yan'er push open the door and enter, hastily saying "Don't you go help?"

  The little girl hummed and looked at Wei Zhao with her small head held high, her big eyes darting around in all directions.

  "Wei Zhao gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: 'The Buddhist conference will take you there.'"

  The little girl heard it and her little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, running extremely happily.

  Looking at the two figures busily moving about not far away, especially Xiangxiang humming a little tune in a low voice, Wei Zhao leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh, muttering to himself: "The young master has made me like this, it's also considered quite a failure..." However, thinking about when he had just woken up that time, the two little maids saw him and their faces turned white, they stuttered when speaking, and knelt down begging for forgiveness when they made a mistake, his body couldn't help but shudder, feeling that things were better now.

  The little girl continued to bustle in and out, while Wei Xiao remained idle, staring at the book in his hand, unknowingly making annotations.

  The Chinese lanterns have just been lit, and the cool breeze is refreshing.

  It wasn't until the time of the evening lamp that Li Xilian finally arrived with her maid, fashionably late.

  Wei Zhuo was originally sitting in the main seat with his big horse and golden knife, but he was pulled to the door by two little girls, so he had no choice but to wait respectfully.

  The gentle evening breeze, the clear and crisp sound of wind chimes on the roof is extremely pleasant. The big red lanterns with bright red light are swaying gently, colorful ribbons are flying in the air, very festive. Inside the house, a faint fragrance fills the air, the living room is quiet and cozy.

  From a distance, Mrs. Li Xiluan wore a tight-fitting, crimson-red, embroidered long gown that perfectly accentuated her mature and alluring figure, with her full breasts standing high, slender waist, and long legs swaying elegantly, every move she made was effortlessly charming and captivating, exuding countless allurements.

  It's just that eternally calm and refined face that makes people involuntarily feel a sense of awe and keep their distance, yet at the same time adds a touch of icy beauty.

  Wei Zhao had a deep respect for this strong and beautiful aunt, and he called out to her from afar: "Aunt." He used to be very eloquent, but now that he was here, he found himself at a loss for words. Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar beauty, Wei Zhao's mind was racing, but all he could manage to say was this one sentence.

  Li Xilian carried the fragrance of Bailu, her footsteps light and slow as if she had stepped out of thin air like a fairy. She stood silently in front of Wei Zuo, her beautiful eyes staring straight at his face like stars, shining with a clear and cold light, quietly scrutinizing him.

  He knew he had lost his composure recently, and with a calm gaze, he also secretly sized up this beautiful sister-in-law who had pulled the Wei family back from the brink of collapse. Her delicate face was like jade, her eyebrows were like stars, her nose was tender and delicate, her cherry lips shone with an enticing luster, and a large area of smooth and delicate skin was exposed on her snowy white chest.

  Li Xilian's expression flashed a hint of surprise, previously this little uncle who didn't dare to breathe in front of her, today actually dared to look straight at her? With a heart full of doubts and also more relieved, the long-standing pressure in her heart couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh.