The soup pool was steaming, and Shen Zhihe took the water from the glazed gooseneck Ru porcelain on the side to wipe the lipstick, removed the hosta, and scattered the long hair.

Ying'er looked into the pool, only to see that the clouds were misty: "There is a hot pool in this Meng Mansion that leads to Weifan Ershui." ”

Shen Zhihe took off his cloud shoes, took off his embroidered hakama, and walked into the water like this, and said in a comfortable voice: "After all, this mansion has been specially repaired by the emperor, and it is luxurious. ”

A touch of silver light in the jade neck sect room reflected brightly, and she propped herself up on the edge of the pool, her voice hoarse, with a heavy nasal voice.

A few days ago, I was cold in the theater building, and when I came back, I had a high fever, and I was in a state of nightmare for several days, and I only collapsed and walked around today.

"In the end, the young master still loves you, and the old lady allowed us to come here." Ying'er lit the soothing incense on the copper stove, and then held the porcelain plate over and offered fragrant fruits.

Shen Zhihe was wrapped in a round Dongting navel orange in his palm, and Ying'er had used a clean silk silk to wipe off the hoarfrost on the green skin, she blocked Ying'er's hand and found a gold handle by herself.

"It's just that the maids down there are also a little unpleasant to hear," Ying'er let her go, and the more she talked, the more angry she became, "Why are you weak, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to have an heir, I'm sorry!" ”

Shen Zhihe used the golden handle to break open the tight orange wrap, and signed off the white and tough carpels, which was refreshing and fragrant in an instant, and she laughed: "You are so angry." ”

"It's not that they're broken." Ying'er was still indignant, she put the orange meat handed over by Shen Zhihe on the Tan case, "This Yan Dynasty rule, the wife has to take a concubine after a year, and the slave maid looks at this group of maids to save the heart of a fox!" ”

Shen Zhihe pointed at it.

Even if she is strong...... It's impossible to get pregnant by yourself.

"You're a girl yourself, and you're all about these things." Halfway through, she scolded Ying'er with a smile and crossed the topic.

The warbler pouted.

"Go and take my cloak from me."

Shen Zhihe's jade hand rippled on the surface of the pool, and Ying'er got up and went out in response.

The silk yarn lamp is as bright as a hibiscus, and the swaying lights are not yet blooming, and they are about to come out, as if they want to remove the smoke between the eyebrows that has not dispersed for many years and sway upward, which is a fairy in the floating world.

Shen Zhihe lowered his eyes and looked at the scar under his collarbone.

I received a secret letter from my father last night, and there were only four words in the letter:

Worship your ancestors and pay attention.

Shen Zhihe put his hand on his chest, the pale white scar almost merged with the white jade-like body, ugly and obscure, it was her young dream, the biggest evidence.

The door outside the screen was pushed open, and heavy footsteps came, Shen Zhihe was stunned, and then he slid his body down and covered his lips.

She looked at the visitor angrily, her cheeks flushed from the long-term soaking, and her voice became coquettish: "Meng Jinghuai—"

Meng Jinghuai held his coat in his hand, walked towards her with burning eyes, and stood three steps away from the edge of the pool, his eyebrows were a sly smile that could not be hidden, and he raised the clothes in his hand:

"Your girl Ying'er said I got it."

This is true, he just came back from the court, met Ying'er in a hurry on the porch, and asked, she let herself come with her coat, as for the maid guarding the door, where would she stop herself.

Shen Zhihe's black eyelashes were fanned one by one, and her delicate figure was covered by water, looming, she didn't look at the people standing, but scolded Ying'er a few times in her heart: "That girl ......"

The candle shadow shook red, and the water rippled in those apricot eyes, Meng Jinghuai only looked at it fixedly, and the smile in his heart was covered by the heat.

Unscrupulous, without any concealment and pretentiousness.

"Don't go out yet," Shen Zhihe blushed and opened his mouth, "You still see!" ”

Meng Jinghuai coughed lightly, looked away, he put down the coat in his hand, caught a glimpse of the Dongting navel orange meat on the porcelain plate of the Tan case, took a petal of entry, rolled it from the tip of his tongue and fell, the meaning was unknown, "It's so sweet." ”

Shen Zhihe looked up at the person, and slowly leaned back a little.

"You and I, husband and wife, why are you still shy now?" Meng Jinghuai rarely saw her face, and thought about it, he pretended to take a step forward, and his voice was very slow and long, "Didn't you see it all on the night you got married?" ”

Shen Zhihe was stunned for a moment, the makeup on his face faded, and his confused brain finally came back to his senses, and was suddenly attacked by the coldness that penetrated into the gallbladder veins of his phalanges.

"Do you still want to see this?" She secretly buckled her silver shell and stood up.

Meng Jinghuai's originally good mood turned yin again, he restrained his frivolous color, looked at her deeply, turned his back, and sank his heart: "It's me who is more lifted." ”

The original ambiguity in the room has disappeared, and only the residual heat pool is still misty and misty, which blinds people's eyes.

Meng Jinghuai was about to step out, stopped in front of the screen, and broke into the plain body in one breath and mist with water: "If your body is well, you will return to our hometown in a few days to worship your ancestors during the Qingming Festival, if you are ......."

"Okay." Shen Zhihe responded.

Meng Jinghuai turned his eyes back and forth, stared at the horse on the screen with a pair of eyes, said "um", and went out.

Shen Zhihe got up from the water, the sound of the water was loud, she stepped up the steps, put on her underwear, and went to take the outer garment and put it on.

The coat is stained with the familiar agarwood.

She tied her clothes with her eyes closed, and the warbler came in happily with her eyebrows raised: "Madam." ”

"Don't do that next time."

A few bunches thrown from the outside of the long moth were sifted into the shape of rhombus flowers by the lattice of the window lattice, and Shen Zhihe glanced at her and made a hoarse voice.

Ying'er bit her lip and said hello.

Shen Zhihe looked up and straightened his neck, glimpsed the backlight, and his eyes were a little astringent.

It's her who is fascinated.