She calmed down, saluted the prince, and said politely: "What the prince taught me is that Lian'er knows that she is wrong. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]"

The king of hunting lowered his head and read the book, and did not say a word.

Feng Jinghua took out a gauze scarf from his sleeve and covered his face.

Having a wound on her face is one of the signs of "Feng Jinghua", and she can't let people in the army see these scars.

It didn't take long for the little maid to send two sets of women's clothes over, and several personal soldiers also came in with two large buckets of hot water.

The king of hunting has a habit of cleanliness, although he has not reached the process of nitpicking, but as long as the conditions allow, he will strive to be clean.

Feng Jinghua's body was too smelly and dirty, and the camp tent was filled with a sour smell because of her arrival, which could not be washed away by a bucket of water.

When the little servant and his own soldiers withdrew, when they saw that the hunting king was not moving, they all muttered in their hearts: Could it be that the prince wants to bathe with this woman?

Thinking of that scene, they all had a numb scalp.

How could their delicate and beautiful generals be defiled by such a woman? The prince is so pitiful......

Soon, only lonely men and widows were left, living in the same room.

Feng Jinghua looked at the hunting king, and did not move for a long time.

The king of the hunt still reclined on the couch, picking up the lamp to read, except for his fingers turning the pages from time to time, he did not raise his eyes, as if she did not exist.

Feng Jinghua smiled bitterly, with a body like her, she was still worried that he would peep or be indecent?

And she is nominally his concubine, and it is the first night after a long absence, if she takes a bath, she has to hunt the king to avoid suspicion, wouldn't it arouse suspicion?

Thinking of this, her fingers climbed up the buttons of her coat, slowly unbuttoned her clothes, hung them on the chair one by one, stepped into the bucket, and sat down.

Women like to bathe and groom in the mirror, but she doesn't like it because it makes her scars nowhere to hide.

Fingers run through the scars on the body, and every one of them is a miserable life.

Her spirit and will are worn to an indestructible realm by such scars day after day, and even Qiu Yexian's betrayal and desperation cannot defeat her.

Autumn Night Strings, did the qiē you did to me fulfill you, or did it fulfill me?

Her heart, after a month of turbulent seas, no longer hurts for that man, even though that man used to be one of her qiē.

The tent was quiet, except for the occasional splash of water, accompanied by the sound of flipping books.

King Hunt never glanced at Feng Jinghua.

Neither death nor women can shake him half a point.

After a long time, Feng Jinghua finally finished the first hot bath in a month, put on her nightgown, rinsed her mouth, and wiped her chapped face and hands with ointment.

Then, the little maid came in with a large bowl of noodles.

The noodles are hot, revealing a long-lost aroma, with meat, eggs and side dishes, this is the most delicious food Feng Jinghua has eaten in a month, she didn't even have a drop of soup left.

Then, silently, she climbed onto the couch and lay down on the inside.

It didn't take long for King Kai to turn off the lights and lie down beside her.

The man and woman, who were originally strangers, met for the first time, didn't say a few words, and slept in the same bed like this.

Their breathing and heartbeat were steady, without the excitement and ambiguity of young men and women sharing a bed.

The soft couch is not small, but it is not big, lying on two people, barely full.

Feng Jinghua smelled the faint medicinal fragrance on the Hunting King's body.

The smell reassured her, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep, very deeply.

It had been a long time since she had slept soundly.