The northwest is cold in winter, and there are warm houses and stove rooms in the courtyard, so it is convenient to burn the kang in winter. Twilight was in the tent, only listening to the sound of pouring water in the house for a while, the footsteps of the moon killing were soft, and there was no sound of coming and going, and the sound of pouring water was extremely loud.

She couldn't move on the couch, her mind was a mess, and when she couldn't remember it like this, she never seemed to have it.

The sound of the water rang five times, and when the door was closed, there was no more sound.

Twilight stared at the tent, and when she saw the tent open, Bu Xihuan came in with a robe and picked her up.

"I can bathe and serve without labor." Twilight Qing faced Di Yan coldly, he and her were both dressed widely, and at this time, she really experienced the difference between the temperature of the living body and the temperature of the corpse for the first time, the two living bodies were close together, and they could be so hot!

"In the world, in addition to being able to do things, there are also thoughts." Bu Xihuan went to the bathtub, there was no screen in the inner room, and there was one outside. The screen had moved in, and he hugged Twilight and turned into it, "You can be your business, I think it's mine." ”

"Is there such a fallacy in the world?" Twilight was angry and sneered, "You're thinking about me, shouldn't you ask my opinion?" ”

Bu Xihuan hugged Twilight into the water, waited for her to sit firmly, untied her acupoint, and said, "No need." ”

To seek her, you must know how to put it away. He can let her go in big things, and he has to accept in small things, and if he lets go of her in big and small things, she will run away.

The lights and candles are like neon, the fragrant soup is thick, Bu Xihuan's smile is jumping in the shadow of the lamp, Twilight stares, his face is slightly dark, and he does not give up arguing, "The way of the king is divided into emperor, king, and domineering, does Your Majesty want to be domineering?" ”

"You say yes, that's the way of kings. Between you and me, I am not a king, you are not a minister, I just want to act in the way of a husband. "A towel was placed next to the tub, and a plate was placed on the floor, with only pancreas and soaphorns. Bu Xihuan glanced at it and took a handkerchief to help her wipe her body. The northwest is bitterly cold, men are informal, and there are no fragrances, facial grease and other things in the general's mansion.

The sound of water slowed down, and Twilight was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that she had misheard.

"The way of a husband? When did My Majesty and I talk about getting married? "Is there something wrong with her memory?

Bu Xihuan held her arm and rubbed it gently, and said with a smile: "You received the holy decree of the imperial beauty in the palace, forgot?" ”

Didn't forget.

But......

"Your beauty is Tuesday Egg." Twilight Qingdao, the heart that has always been as calm as a lake rarely has some malice.

She has never taken the concubine's decree seriously, and he may not take it seriously. He is not good at masculinity, and those male concubines in the palace should be chess pieces in his layout. Before she left the palace, she found a male corpse in the dry well of the cold palace, and the face of the male corpse was differently decomposed, she concluded that the male corpse was ruined, and she didn't know how to ruin the face at that time, until a few days ago, Yuan Xiu asked Wei Zhuozhi to prepare the Hu mask, Wei Zhuozhi once said that he would peel off the human skin to make a mask, and then she was inspired to think of the male corpse in the cold palace well.

The whole face of the male corpse has zài differential decomposition, it should be that someone skinned him before or after death!

At that time, she deduced that the male corpse was the Qi beauty who entered the cold palace on the night she entered the palace, and the person died as soon as she entered the cold palace, and she was skinned, which is really thought-provoking.

Wei Zhuozhi is good at disguise, Qi Meiren's face was peeled, could it be that he used it to make a mask? If it is done, there will be a fake Qi beauty in the cold palace. That fake Qi Meiren, what is Bu Xihuan going to do with it?

At that time, she had heard about something in the palace - the emperor was moody, liked the new and hated the old, and a beautiful woman was beaten into the cold palace for three days and two days.

On that day, she also found something in the well - the well was not deep, and in addition to Qi Meiren, there should have been a lot of corpses buried.

So does it mean that the people buried in the well are all male concubines who have entered the cold palace? Is it also possible to speculate that the male concubines who Bu Xihuan broke into the cold palace were all skinned, and those faces were made into human skin masks, and now the male concubines who have fallen out of favor living in the cold palace are all fake?

I heard that some of the male concubines in the palace were snatched from the people by the beauty department, and some were sons sent by court officials or merchants. Those sons were sent to the palace to serve the king in Israel, and they must have a plan, so Bu Xihuan beat people into the cold palace and replaced them with fake ones, and their intentions are worth pondering.

Left is nothing more than those things that are in the struggle for imperial power.

Twilight Qing was a little distracted when she thought of the case, and she came back to her senses when she heard Bu Xihuan's voice.

"Oh? You're not? Bu Xihuan saw her look and knew that she wanted to do something else, so she wiped her arms before speaking.

Twilight's answer was to reach out and touch her face, and asked, "Where's my mask?" ”

"Under the pillow." Bu Xihuan said lazily.

"I'll see." Speaking of the mask, Twilight remembered that the corner of her forehead hit the bronze box in the dungeon, and the mask should have been scratched, and she hadn't seen it since she woke up. Yuan Xiu shouldn't have known that she was awake, and if he knew, he would definitely come to ask her about entering the barracks disguised as a man.

Bu Xihuan saw that she was out of her mind again, and sighed unconsciously, she was different from ordinary women, an unmarried woman in the middle of the world, and she was not ashamed to bathe in front of men. It's just shame to be ashamed, and she has been distracted three times and twice, he is in front of her, she is so uninterested?

Bu Xihuan looked at Twilight for a while, and when she saw that she was still thinking about something, she laughed angrily, but she still got up and turned out of the screen, went to the pillow and handed her the mask.

Twilight took the mask and took a look, and saw that there was a two-inch-long cut on the forehead of the mask, and she frowned.

"Just give it to Wei Zhuozhi, you don't need to bother with it." Bu Xihuan said lightly, "If Yuan Xiu asks you where the mask came from, you can tell him that it is the thing that pierces the Moon Gate." ”

"Piercing the Moon Gate?"

"The identity of the rivers and lakes of the Thorn Moon Department. The people of the rivers and lakes only know the Piercing Moon Gate, but they don't know the Piercing Moon Department. ”

"......" such a confidential matter, he actually told her?

was stunned, and suddenly saw Bu Xihuan reach over, wanting to take the mask off her hand.

Twilight came to her senses, raised her hand to avoid it, silently put the mask back on her face, and then raised a young man's yellow face with thick eyebrows and thin eyes at Bu Xi.

The light shadow was dim, and the young man's face was blurred, and through the faint mist, Bu Xihuan magically understood-she was telling him that her face was not the face she had when she first entered the palace, so she was not his beauty.

Bu Xihuan lowered her head and laughed deeply, she actually had such a childish side.

"The face can be changed, the heart is hard to change, you are you after all." With a smile, he took off her mask and set it aside.

There was nothing more to say, and there was only the sound of water between the two.

It's good to have something to say, but if you have nothing to say, you just feel that the light and shadow are soft, and the water is beautiful. He was dressed in a robe with his sleeves rolled up, and his arms stretched out in the water were handsome. He washed the green silk for her, and wiped the jade back with a towel for her, and when her acupoint entered the water, he untied it, but she was as difficult to move in the water as if she was caught in the acupoint, until his hand reached into the water and grabbed her ankle.

Twilight retracted her feet, and the water splashed out. Bu Xihuan didn't avoid it, let the water wet his shirt, held her ankle and lifted her leg out of the water. As soon as her legs were raised, she leaned back, the water did not reach her neck, and only her cold face was exposed outside the water, which was not known whether it was steamed by the heat or slightly pink because of this ambiguous posture, and even her eyes staring at him were dyed a little misty by this mist.

He looked at her deeply, this woman-like delicateness, I can't look at it well tonight, and I won't be able to see it for a while.

The girl's ankles are delicate and delicate, and the water droplets are like dew, which makes the legs jade and snow lovely. He wiped it off, and the handkerchief in his hand reached under the plain white pants from his knees, and as soon as she poked in, before she could touch the silkiness, she trembled and slammed her legs back!

"I can wash it myself!" She said, as if she had forgotten what he had said before, and just stared at him, wary and complicated.

Bu Xihuan's intentions, she knew it in the dense forest of the new military camp outside Bianhe City long before joining the army in the northwest. At that time, she was only surprised, and then she looked down on it and did not take it to heart anymore. He is the dignity of the emperor, no matter what shape he is in the court, whether he is a faint monarch or a bright monarch, he can't change his noble identity. The world is too different from hers, and it may be just a whim for him, and she has a father's revenge to avenge, and she has too many things to do during the trip to the northwest, how can she have the time and energy to think about feelings?

The relationship between two people is called affection, if it is only his heartbeat, and it may be a whim, why should she think about it?

But her reasoning seemed to be wrong, and his support along the way surprised and moved her.

For three months, he was in Jiangnan, she was in the northwest, thousands of miles away, but he always seemed to be by her side. The secret guards protected each other, passed the book for thousands of miles, the Northwest secret guards used to save her from the danger of going to Yu Village, and the secret order of "If she is in danger, she is the first" written early for the dangers she could foresee along the way, and even when she used the three-flower hemostatic ointment, she could think of him.

The moon kill shook in front of her every day, and every day there seemed to be a shadow in front of her like a cloud in red clothes. The red shadow is like a plum in a frosty and snowy day, quietly blooming in her cold world, slowly wanton, piercing her eyes, piercing her heart, she can't understand, there are too many things to do, whenever I think of it, I don't sort it out, I have something to distract my mind.

Until tonight, he who should have been in Jiangnan appeared in front of her bed, his care, his teasing, his anger, his sudden confession and pressing...... She was caught off guard and didn't know how to react, so she was forced by him step by step to this moment.

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil, and the familiarity like grass took over her heart, she thought about it clearly, and wanted to be alone and quiet.

Twilight looked at Bu Xihuan and wanted to speak, but before she could speak, she saw him get up.

"It's cold in the northwest, the water is cold fast, don't wash it for too long." Bu Xihuan put the hand towel on the edge of the bathtub and walked out.

The things of the world are too much. That's all for tonight, and it's going to be tight for her.

Let her think! Whether she wants to understand it or not, she will always think about him, and one day, she will understand.

Bu Xihuan walked to the window with a wet robe and opened the window, the placket of his clothes was wet, the west wind was blowing, and his chest was hot.

Yue Kill was guarding by the window, and when he saw Bu Xihuan open the window, he knelt down and said, "Master." ”

"Hmm." Bu Xihuan responded lightly, looked far away, looked at the night sky in the northwest, and asked, "How is it?" ”