Song Yi's face was slightly red, standing in the corridor blowing the late autumn wind.

Just now, Xiao Hei told her that the prince was going to bathe tonight.

It was her job, and she certainly had no reason to refuse.

But thinking of being alone with the prince again, Song Yi's old face turned red, and he was still embarrassed.

At this time, it was late autumn, and Song Yi had been coming to Wentao Garden for about half a year.

In the summer, because you have to bathe often. Therefore, the real king always asks people to boil water and bathe in the room.

Now it's cold, it's windy at night, not to mention the trouble of boiling water and bathing, and it's easy to catch a cold. At this time, the soup room in the house came in handy.

The real king's mansion is built on the mountain, there is a spring in the house, water is drawn from the mountain, it is naturally warm, and it is a hot spring.

When the palace was first built, it surrounded the spring, set up a courtyard, made a soup room, and named it "Baotu Garden".

This hot spring is a good thing, even if you are wealthy, you don't necessarily have it. In all of Kyoto, except for the Imperial Palace, there are only a few prefectures that have natural hot springs.

This can also be seen from the side that the status of the True King's Mansion in the emperor's heart is not ordinary.

Song Yi didn't know much about hot springs, and only vaguely remembered that he had seen an introduction to hot springs in a travel guide on the plane in the past.

There are two types of hot springs: one is formed by magmatism in the earth's crust, or accompanied by volcanic eruptions, mostly sulfate springs; First, it is formed by the infiltration cycle of surface water, and most of the hot water contains gases, which are mainly carbon dioxide.

There are no volcanoes near Kyoto, so sulfate springs are a must. Except for the sulphate spring in the palace, the real king's mansion is also an ordinary hot spring.

Although ordinary hot springs are not as soothing as sulfate springs, they are also a rare place to visit.

Song Yi was under the corridor, blowing a cold wind, as if she was thinking about things, but in fact, she was just a little afraid to wait for the real king to bathe.

It's ridiculous. If Song Yi is afraid of being alone with a man, she will also feel ridiculous when she talks to her in the past.

In the past, Song Yi was also a star-chasing girl with girlish feelings.

Although she studied law, it could not prevent her from chasing stars.

South Korea's long-legged Oba, Japanese visual kei artists, European and American muscular hunks, Song Yi also sees one and loves one.

Every time he is a male idol or male model with a personable and charming charm, Song Yi also thinks about it.

She used to be complacent about being a "pervert", and often told small jokes with her friends. But now that she is really close to a beautiful man, she retreats.

This made Song Yi look down on herself, but she also recognized her true colors of "having a thief's heart but not a thief's guts".

Although I don't want to, I can't help it.

Song Yi kept pacing and wandering outside, and did not step into the "Baotu Garden" until the last moment.

Baotu Garden is where the Wangfu Hot Spring is located.

The garden was brightly lit, and Song Yi came with the prince's change of clothes.

Xiao Hei had been waiting in the park for a long time, and when he saw that Song Yi was late, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Where did you go? Didn't I tell you early on that the prince was going to bathe today? ”

"Didn't I go and get the prince's clothes?"

Song Yi used the clothes in his hand as an excuse to prevaricate.

Xiao Hei didn't doubt him, so he asked Song Yi to hurry to the room, afraid that the master and others would be angry.

The room is very warm because of the hot spring water.

Because the real king doesn't like many people, except for Song Yi, there are no other people in the house to serve.

Song Yi pretended not to see the eyes of the girls who envied her at the door, and walked in.

The inside is as warm as spring, and the smoke waves are vast and like a sea of smoke, which makes people unreal.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time" Zhu Xi wore his hair loose and his clothes open, sitting on a hollow wooden couch, leaning on his back pillow, and flipping through books in his hand.

As soon as Song Yi saw the lazy appearance of the true king, he felt that his blood was surging, and the tip of his nose seemed to be damp.

Quickly turned around and pretended to hang the clothes in his hand on the screen.

"Demon" Song Yi sighed in his heart, the scene just now lingered in his mind.

The man carved with an axe and knife is strong and handsome, draped in waist-length green silk, and his chest is exposed, which does not mean to seduce people, but the attraction is amazing.

This perfect look, model-like figure, and the evil smile at the corner of the mouth are all fatal temptations.

Song Yi calmed himself down, muttered Buddhist scriptures to himself, and killed the heat in his heart.

Only then did he turn to the true king and said, "Lord, the slave and maid are here to serve you to bathe."

Zhu Xi bowed his head to the girl and didn't dare to look at himself, pretending not to see, and nodded yes.

Song Yi stepped forward, his hands trembled slightly, pinched the thin shirt on the real king's body, resisted the urge to touch the man's body, and accelerated the movements in his hands.

Zhu Xi stood there straight, looking down at the top of the woman's head.

These days, the two have been in contact with each other.

The more he came into contact, the more Zhu Xi couldn't understand this girl.

From the investigation of his subordinates, it is known that this girl used to be wooden and dull, how can she be as smart and clever as she is now, and she is still clever.

Zhu Xi looked at the woman with her head down, and her heart was moved for a while. Grabbing the woman's hand, "Who the hell are you?" ”

When Song Yi heard this, his heart trembled, pretending not to know, and broke free from the prince's hand, "Lord, the slave is your girl, Song Yi"

"Really?" Zhu Xi seemed to mumble to himself and didn't ask any more.

Song Yi thought he was dodging the past, so he quickly stripped off the man's clothes, except for the close-fitting pants, Song Yi had no choice.

Zhu Xi did not persecute and slowly approached the pool.

Song Yi hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the rough gauze, and washed the man's body.

The man is in the pool, sitting upright as usual, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Song Yi waited cautiously, hiding his embarrassment in the fog.

The pool is sparkling, there are naked beautiful men in the water, and girls with messy hair by the pool.

The quiet soup room, except for the occasional reminiscent sound of comfort coming from the man's mouth, everything is in perfect harmony.

Song Yi held back the heat in his nose, feeling that he was sweating, and it seemed that his whole body was burning.

The man didn't open his eyes all the time, and Song Yi could only bury his head in cleaning the man's body.

It seemed that after a long time, when Song Yi was drenched in sweat, he heard the man say.

"Okay, this king will go back to the party, you go down"

Hearing this, Song Yi staggered to his feet, unsteadily, grabbed the strip of cloth in his hand and planted it in the pool.

"Ah," the woman exclaimed, echoing in the room.