Chapter Forty-Seven: Bathing Throwing gold with the spring pool is more beautiful

Hearing the sound of cheerful frolicking, the cultivator quickly hid behind the rocks.

The laughter of the female disciples came, only to know that it was the queen mother who rewarded ten cars of treasures, all of which were daughter's decorations, and there was a unique fragrance powder that could be used for bathing, which had the effect of whitening, lubrication, freckle removal and detoxification on the skin.

As everyone knows, the current queen Zhuge Erya was born noble, was a disciple of Luoxia, and was also the palace that should be selected as a concubine by the Qinmen in the year.

Since then, Zhuge has regarded Luoxia as if she were her mother's family, and often cares about rewards. Although Zhuge Erya's master Hongchen has already seen through Hongchen and drove the crane immortal, leaving only the No. 1 "Hongchen Master", this nostalgia complex has been concluded.

Some people praise the queen for respecting her teacher, and some people secretly say: "The queen likes the pretty man, even though the master has gone, she is still so generously rewarded, it is nothing more than staring at Xiazun's face." ”

Xia Zun didn't seem to dare to disobey the queen's kindness, so he suspended the chess lesson, ordered Luo Fangrui to pound the incense powder into the soup bath, and let the female disciples go to bathe the emperor's grace. Everyone dared to do so, and their joy was even more palpable.

As a result, the cultivator met the scene in front of him: all the beauties were wearing thin shirts and bathing in the hinterland of the Gobi.

The spring in the pond is crystal and pink, reflecting the sky and changing colors. Half of the girls were splashed and played in the water, and they were full of innocence, looking from afar, it seemed that the colorful glow in the sky had really fallen into the water and became a cloud playground.

The steaming mist covers the delicate body of the thousands of charming golden nobles, and it is as confusing as a dream. The smoke is thick and thick, rendering this scene into a dust-free fairyland that is far better than the fragrance of fat powder.

Since it was impossible to bathe here, the cultivator thought about taking a detour and looked around, but he was stunned again.

She only felt that the blood in her whole body instantly coagulated, she subconsciously raised her hand and pressed her chest, wanting to turn her head, but she couldn't help but take another look, stiffened her body and raised her head slightly, looking at the high umbrella pavilion in the middle of the hot spring.

The umbrella pavilion is surrounded by strange stones, and from a distance, it seems to grow on the water out of thin air. On the top of the shiny octagonal glass, Gongsun Changqin is clearly reclining.

He has long black hair like dark clouds, slightly open placket, revealing a snow-white neck and chest, blindfolded with a belt embroidered with a golden silk phoenix tail, and is looking up to blow the evening breeze and drink fine wine, all in a graceful and indulgent posture.

The so-called love of beauty is shared by everyone.

In terms of appearance, Xia Zun has his own extreme appearance. Because of this, even if he acts quirky and absurd, all women, whether they are smoke willow fans, famous ladies, piano disciples, or even the queen of the dynasty, are all surprised by his peerless beauty.

The cultivator only felt that his breath was short, his ears seemed to be burning, his thoughts were blank for a while, and he was a mess for a while, and his heart was even more angry and ashamed.

Gongsun Changqin turned his head slightly towards her, and he didn't know if he had "seen" her, so he took a dry wine bowl and got up suddenly. He stood on the top of the pavilion, leaving only a blurry and hazy back for others, unable to see or touch.

Untied the blindfolded belt behind his back, he threw it lightly with his backhand, and when the belt slowly fell into the pool, he said, "I'll send you." ”

As soon as the words fell, a ripple in the pool was startled. The beauties from all sides rushed to catch Xiazun's belt like a fish grabbing food, the fog was misty, and the water splashed wildly, but they didn't see Gongsun Changqin looking back and smiling.

At this glance, there was only one person. This affection has never been an illusion.

In the clouds, Xiu Ling only felt that he turned his head, but he didn't know that he was looking at her, but when he took the opportunity to watch the woman take a bath, he couldn't help but gasp, and when he wanted to chase after him, where was he still there?

On the contrary, as soon as she appeared, a female disciple vaguely saw a figure in men's clothes appear, and couldn't help but lose her face and exclaim loudly. Suddenly, there was a mess in the hot spring pool, and they picked up the clothes on the shore and scattered them as birds and beasts.

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The current situation is very chaotic, and the mist gathers and disperses from time to time, Xiu Ling thought about it for a while, saw the opportunity to jump into the pool, held his breath and did not enter the bottom of the water and scattered, and when he came out of the water again, he was already a daughter. She looked around and saw that many of her disciples had dispersed, so she swam to a corner.

It was a small pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by stones, hidden in the corner of many hot pools, even if it stood on top of the umbrella pavilion, it was impossible to see the situation. The cultivator floated quietly in the water, very relaxed, looking up at the horizon, trying to empty his mind.

The twilight had become deeper and deeper, and the sunset was as red as a huge fireball, thinking of the crow brother who lived in it, and the cultivator thought that although she was an orphan, now she had another person who was better than her relatives, and she smiled with relief.

The things in the palace are also peculiar.

After only half a moment, Xiu Ling saw that the pores of the skin were slightly oozing crystal fragrant sweat, and the hot spring water gradually turned red gold, slowly emitting a strange fragrance, and there was a faint smell of the sun shining through everything, and it was full of fun when you smelled it.

Just when Wu was surprised, the cultivator lowered his head to pour water, but found that the red gold color in his heart was the most intense, and the color was spreading in the water, so he realized the strangeness, reached out to his chest, and took out the three crow feathers that the golden crow gave her.

It turned out that it was not the effect of powder, but this thing.

The feathers, which had been pitch black, had turned golden for some reason, and I could smell the fragrance of the spring water at this time. The cultivator raises his hand to resist the wind, and uses the wheal to test the source of incense, and the fragrance in the pool is scattered in all directions, only the fragrance of the crow feather does not disperse for a long time.

Just as she was fiddling with her feathers, Gongsun Changqin, who was drunk by the aroma, came and squatted behind her silently, "Heh, Brother Crow is it okay to get along?" ”

Xiu Ling was stunned when he heard the sound, and hurriedly buried himself in the pool with his hands on his chest, and swam out of the water before he came out of the water and shouted: "You! ”

There was a lot of anger in her heart, first, he abandoned her in danger the day before, second, he was extravagant and openly drinking and throwing in the bath, and third, he suddenly appeared now, which means that he is very light. But when he saw the clothes in his hands, he was speechless.

Gongsun Changqin grabbed her and said, "You just jumped into the water with your clothes on, haven't you ever thought about how to go back later?" I haven't thanked the deity yet. Seeing that she turned her head in disdain, she put her clothes on the shore and stretched out her hand to stir in the pool, and the color in the pool faded and the aroma was gone.

"Once the golden black feather incense has gathered you, it will not disperse again. It's just that this fragrance is too ostentatious, and the deity has cast a spell to hide it, and it won't attack on its own before it is urgent. The words fell, and in a flash, I didn't know where I went.

Xiu Ling turned his head, and was about to ask what was the magic of this fragrance, but when he saw that the person was no longer there, he looked around again and again to confirm it, and then slowly moved to the shore and grabbed his clothes.

Seeing that Yan Hong, knowing that it was the one he wanted to give her when he was in the scarlet flower pass, he frowned. I also saw a red cloth folded under the clothes, and knew that this was the silk turban of the ancient kingdom of Yanqi, which could be used to hide my face, so I settled down and changed into new clothes and left.

Seeing her leave, Gongsun Changqin appeared in the pavilion, looked at her back and smiled with satisfaction: "Hmm...... It's still pretty. ”