Without the restraint of the dress, the two peaks on the chest jumped out, white and soft. Wen Qingwu didn't dare to look down, she stood firmly, and the heavy feeling on her chest made her ears red.

It's extra cumbersome to take off your clothes. She stretched out her hand, wanting to hold the white soft on her chest, but her hand was close, but she didn't dare to touch it. Wen Qingwu tilted his head, looked at the carved beams, and groped his way into the bathtub.

His body sank into the water, and the water covered with ylang-ylang petals suddenly soaked his abdomen and chest, and collarbone.

Wen Qingwu glanced down, and the reflection was a layer of pale yellow ylang-ylang petals, not visible to the bottom of the water. She breathed a sigh of relief. Raised his hand and bowed to the water and washed it.

Even if you try not to touch those sensitive areas with your hands. But Wen Qingwu's gaze still seemed to look through the gaps between the petals of ylang-ylang flowers, through the rippling water waves. Pretend you can't see it, as if you have to look at the woman's carcass that you haven't seen.

Well, never seen before.

Wen Qingwu rubbed her collarbone, her fingertips slicing across the soft edge of her collarbone. She swallowed. looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, how can he be so old?

Her face was flushed as if it were burning.

The fingertips slowly slid down, and Wen Qingwu closed his eyes. The cicada's wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly. She hasn't forgotten the teachings of the saints, she's just, just wanted to understand, ...... herself?

The door was pushed open.

Wen Qingwu's hand bounced away as if it had been stabbed. Before Liu Ye and Na Yanfu came in, he had already bowed a handful of water and poured it on his neck.

"Yikes! How did the talented people wash it up by themselves? Willow Ye was surprised.

Wen Qingwu didn't reply, only raised his head and glanced at the willow leaves. The voice was faint: "Go and pick a piece of clothing." When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was a little hoarse. Wen Qingwu cleared her throat.

"Yes." Liu Ye responded, looking at Wen Qingwu's red cheeks, and his face became worried. She turned to pick out her clothes.

The eunuch with clear eyebrows next to him bowed his waist and said, "The slave is here to serve the talented man." Yanfu said, stepping forward to pick up Wen Qingwu's hair.

Wen Qingwu raised his hand to block: "No need, I've already bathed." ”

"Huh?" Yanfu was stunned for a moment, he looked at Wen Qingwu's hair that was only half wet: "Talented people's hair? ”

Is there anything wrong with the hair? Wen Qingwu turned his head to look at Yanfu and didn't speak.

Yanfu's eyes touched Wen Qingwu's eyes, his legs fell soft, and he knelt down, kowtowing with a bang: "The slave has a lot of mouth!" Hope for the talent to atone for their sins! Talented people atone for their sins! ”

Wen Qingwu looked at Yanfu who kowtowed on the ground, cleared his throat again, and spoke in a gentle voice when he spoke again: "Stand down." ”

"Yes." Yanfu didn't seem to expect to be let go like this. He raised his head and glanced at Wen Qingwu timidly, and saw that she really showed no signs of anger, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Hunched back.

looked at the eunuch who retreated to the outside of the embroidered screen. Wen Qingwu also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the murderous name left behind by this still has some effect.

The willow leaves here have already walked out with a five-pleated Liuxian skirt. Seeing that Wen Qingwu was alone in the bathtub, he turned his head to look. I can't help but wonder: "Why didn't Yanfu's father-in-law serve talents?" ”

"Put down your clothes and go out and wait for me." Wen Qingwu didn't answer, and said directly.

Liu Ye turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu in confusion, and what else to say, Wen Qingwu looked at him coldly. Liu Ye's heart trembled, and he hurriedly held back the words he was about to ask, bowed down and said obediently: "Yes." Then he put down his plate and withdrew.

Seeing Liu Ye walk out, Wen Qingwu's smooth body softened against the wall of the barrel. Being watched by a woman taking a bath is still something that has never happened.

Wen Qingwu lowered her head and looked at the water covered with ylang-ylang petals. He took a breath and reached out to sweep the petals. Sitting naked in the water, he came into view. Wen Qingwu's face was flushed, and she felt that she couldn't breathe.

After a moment, she looked up at the carved beams. This body is too good.

Wen Qingwu suppressed the panic in her heart. I touched my hair, which was still stained with rain, and lowered myself into the water, and after a few times, I endured the pain of my fingers and washed my body and hair quickly. Wiped his body dry and put on the skirt of the immortal left by the willow leaves.

Put on a light gauze gown and wear clogs. Summoned Willow Leaf to wipe his hair for him.

Wen Qingwu looked at himself in the bronze mirror and was stunned for a long time. He reached out and lifted the skirt on his chest.

"There is no ,...... Is there a skirt with a collar? Wen Qingwu looked at the bronze mirror and lifted her bandeau skirt again. The two little white rabbits on their chests are about to come out.

"Collar?" Liu Ye narrowed his eyes and said unexpectedly: "Talent wants to wear a collar?" ”

"Hmm." Wen Qingwu replied: "The strangulation marks on the neck are too eye-catching. Wen Qingwu touched his neck. White and tender as a grub's neck, there is a purple-red strangulation mark. Striking and terrifying.

This was left behind by the previous torture of her.

Seeing this, Liu Ye was stunned. This is to cover the strangulation marks on the neck.

Liu Ye hurriedly replied: "The clothes of each palace are customized, and the clothes of this season's talented people have been sent by the Fashion Service Bureau." There is no collar. ”

As he spoke, Liu Ye paused, as if he remembered something, and said, "That's right! Tailor-made clothes at the beginning of winter have collars inside. But...... That's all the way it used to be. The more Liu Ye spoke, the quieter he became.

All the ladies in the palace wore the most fashionable patterns, and few wore the previous clothes. And in this weather, wearing a collar, it is very hot.

"Go get it." Wen Qingwu put down the palm that was covering his chest.

"Yes." Hearing this, Liu Ye no longer hesitated and bowed down.

Wen Qingwu sat on the high pestle and looked at the towering peaks in the bronze mirror. When I looked at it, my face turned red.

She quietly raised her hand and gently placed it on her chest. Through the placket, the softness filled her palm. Wen Qingwu felt that her heart was about to jump out.

In the previous life, he lived to be twenty-seven years old. In addition to immersing himself in hard study, he is studying day and night. There is nothing but books.

A woman's body is something I've never dreamed of.

Wen Qingwu's fingertips were hard and carefully pinched. In an instant, a strange feeling welled up.

A little bulge on the chest.

Footsteps sounded, Wen Qingwu hurriedly put down his hand and sat upright motionless.

"Can someone look at this?" Liu Ye walked up to Wen Qingwu and looked at her flushed cheeks: "Talent is hot?" The slave went and opened the window. ”

Wen Qingwu took the clothes that Liu Ye was holding in his hand and said, "Go ahead." ”

After changing her clothes, Wen Qingwu returned to the dresser, her hair was already half dry, and Liu Ye continued to comb it for her.

While sparse, he looked at the red strangulation marks on Wen Qingwu's white neck. The strangulation is leaning on, and even if you wear this collared garment, you can't cover it.

Just as conspicuous.

There was a knock on the door of the outer room, and Yanfu's voice came. "Who?"

"It's me." A gentle female voice came from outside.

Wen Qingwu looked at the willow leaves in the bronze mirror. Liu Ye stood behind her, holding a pear blossom wooden grate in her hand, looking at Wen Qingwu in the mirror and said, "It seems to be a highly talented person." ”