Wen Yingsu's heart was still pounding fast after running out of the bathroom, but she felt that she was a little willful to run out like this, after all, work is work, responsibility is responsibility, but he is like that...... Where would she dare to stay there?

So Wen Yingsu resolutely went to the outside world again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when she was about to wipe the table and chairs, she heard Zhao Yuliang shouting in the bathroom: "The water is too cold, you come in and add some hot water for me." ”

Wen Yingsu didn't know if he did it on purpose, so he hesitated.

But thinking of the thick nasal voice he had just spoken, she didn't dare to slack off, after all, the last time he had a fever was enough to frighten.

"Okay." Wen Yingsu put down the towel in her hand while responding, and went to the bathroom on the side to wash her hands, and then entered the bathroom in fear.

Due to the moisture, the bathroom was hazy, and Wen Yingsu couldn't help but want to quit when she stepped into the door.

She was afraid to stay in a smoky area because the smoke would make her unable to see her surroundings.

But lest he catch a cold, she still had the courage to walk slowly in the direction of the bathtub.

As she got closer, she could see him clearly.

He was lying on his back in the tub, his hair loose and his eyes closed, looking relaxed and enjoying.

Wen Yingsu's previous nervousness was reduced, and she hurriedly scooped a few spoonfuls of water from the pot with boiling water on the side to the bucket, and added a third of the cold water into it, and then carried the bucket to the bathtub and whispered: "Your Highness, the slave maid has heated water for you." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yuliang responded lightly, and his eyes did not open.

After Wen Yingsu added water to him, he took the clothes he had just taken off all over the floor to the clothes basket on the side, and went to the side to bring in the clothes he was going to wear.

After doing this, she glanced at Zhao Yuliang, and saw that he didn't have the intention of getting up, so she wanted to quit.

Then he said, "I'm done." ”

Wen Ying hurriedly stepped forward with a towel.

Zhao Yuliang, who walked out of the bathtub, was wearing only a pair of pants, and the pants were tightly attached to his body because they were soaked, so it looked as if he was not wearing them.

Wen Yingsu suddenly felt a male/sexual/qi/breath pressing towards her, and her face turned red. She hurriedly lowered her head.

In the past, Zhao Yuliang took the initiative to wait with a towel before Yao Xue got out of the bathtub, and when he walked out of the bath tub, Yao Xue would immediately help him dry the water on his body, and then put on clothes for him. Now Wen Yingsu looked like he didn't dare to come forward, which made him a little embarrassed.

Zhao Yuliang reached out and asked for a towel from her hand and wiped himself up.

Since he took the initiative to dry his body, Wen Yingsu really couldn't be too passive when it came to dressing, so she took the initiative to help him get dressed.

For a moment, there was no sound in the bathroom except for Suosuo's voice.

Even if he was dressed, Wen Yingsu's hand would inevitably touch his body, and every now and then, Wen Yingsu felt like he had been electrocuted, and he unconsciously retracted his hand, and he would always suddenly stiffen all over his body, and his breath would become a little heavier.

His muscles were strong and hot, and she felt as if she was standing by the fire, and slowly, a slight sweat oozed from her forehead.

Zhao Yuliang looked at Wen Ying, whose face was flushed, and said, "Isn't it just wearing clothes?" Why are you so nervous? ”

Wen Yingsu's face turned even redder, and she didn't know how to answer him for a while.

"It seems that I will give you more opportunities to practice in the future." Zhao Yuliang said calmly.

Did she let her serve him to bathe in the future? Wen Yingsu secretly complained.

"Not happy?" Zhao Yuliang asked.

"No, the slave is just worried about not doing well."

Zhao Yuliang shook his head and said, "You are so smart, how can such a trivial matter be difficult for you?" ”

Wen Ying was silent.

She knew he did it on purpose.

After Wen Yingsu helped him put on his clothes, he went into the bedroom.

Wen Yingsu helped him put down the curtain, lit sandalwood on the head of the bed, and then retreated lightly to the outer room.

The sky was dark, and the late autumn night was as cold as water, and Wen Yingsu put on a coat for herself.

Yaoxue was not there, he fell asleep again, and the whole room was so quiet that he could hear a needle dropping.

In order to keep an eye on the movements of the swallows at any time, Wen Ying simply moved a stool to sit under the eaves of the porch.

The nest fell asleep in its nest as usual, with only a few occasional calls.

How did he decide that the nest of swallows would leave tonight? She couldn't help but think to herself.

But she didn't doubt his judgment at all.

It was almost time, and Wen Yingsu hurriedly got up and entered his bedroom.

This is the time when people are wandering in their dreams, and besides, he has to go to the morning court tomorrow, and she really can't bear to wake him up.

But she couldn't bear to let him miss the opportunity to see the nest of swallows leave, and besides, it was something she had promised him before, so she reached out and lifted his curtain.

He was still asleep.

Wen Yingsu gently pushed his shoulder, but he didn't respond. Wen Yingsu touched his face with her hand again, but there was no response. Wen Yingsu lowered her head and whispered, "Your Highness, the time is coming, you can get up." ”

The whole bed was filled with his good-smelling masculine scent, and Wen Yingsu's face turned red unconsciously again.

Zhao Yuliang snorted and turned in.

Wen Yingsu had no choice but to push him again.

Seeing that he still didn't react, Wen Yingsu had the courage to lean in and pinch his nose.

He suddenly turned around.

She couldn't dodge it, and her face touched his.

His eyes were fixed on her, as if to determine if it was a dream.

Wen Yingsu hurriedly stood up straight, blushing and said, "Your Highness, it's almost time." ”

He finally came to his senses and immediately sat up.

Wen Yingsu served him to dress, put on a coat for him, and followed him out of the bedroom.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, the nest of swallows woke up, circled three times under the eaves of the porch, and then flew away.

They walked quietly, not even making a single chirp. If they hadn't been paying close attention, they wouldn't have noticed their departure.

Looking at their distant figures, Wen Yingsu's tears welled up.

She didn't want the prince to see her crying, so she twisted her head slightly.

The prince knew she was crying, so he said, "Don't be sad, they will come back." ”

Wen Yingsu nodded.

At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling of being in touch with him.

Wen Yingsu wiped away her tears and asked him, "Your Highness, if you hate someone very much, would you want the other person to die?" ”

Zhao Yuliang frowned and asked, "What do you want to know?" ”

"You just have to answer literally."

He pondered the meaning of her question, and after a moment replied, "It will vary from case to case." ”

Isn't it different from person to person? Wen Yingsu looked at him in surprise, and at the same time, a faint joy permeated her body.

"Has Your Highness ever killed anyone because of something?" Wen Yingsu asked again.

Zhao Yuliang smiled faintly and asked rhetorically: "Do you want me to answer yes or no?" ”

"According to your actual situation, the answer is yes."

Zhao Yuliang said coldly: "Why do you think I have to answer truthfully?" ”

Wen Yingsu was suddenly choked, and her face turned red.

yes, why is she?

At that moment, a mosquito flew towards her and took a bite on her neck while she wasn't looking.

Wen Yingsu suddenly felt itchy and painful, and couldn't help but 'hiss' while reaching out to touch it.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yuliang hurriedly asked. While wondering how nervous he would be with a palace maid.

"Mosquito bitten." Wen Yingsu replied in a low voice.

"Where did the mosquitoes bite?" He asked again.

"Neck."

"I'll see." He leaned down slightly.

"No, you don't." She dodged. (To be continued.) )