After going to the snow cave, at Chenguang's request, Yan Ying didn't insist on throwing her back into the stone room. Before doing the divination, she needs to fast in a quiet place.

Yan Ying settled her in a house carved out of a cave.

He had confirmed that her Xuan Power was sealed, and in the weak morning light, he didn't have to worry about her escaping at all, and now her pace was slower than that of a snail.

Still served by Pei Rong, outside the back door of Chenguang's temporary house is an open-air hot spring pool, which is hot and smoky all year round, and some flowers and plants grow around.

I am afraid of the cold in the morning, and I always like to soak in the hot spring pool water to keep warm.

The weather on the snow-capped mountains is bright, and the sky is a clear pale blue, so low that it seems to be within reach.

Dressed in a snow-white dress, Chenguang leaned lazily against the smooth stone wall, her body soaked in the steaming hot spring, and she stretched out like a cozy cat. She stretched out her wet arm against her forehead, and was squinting from under her arm at the sky, the blue sky, the bright warm sun, those were her favorites.

As soon as Yan Ying walked into the inner courtyard, she saw such a scene.

According to Pei Rong, she comes to the hot springs every day these days, and she doesn't need to be served.

As Pei Rong spoke, Yan Ying felt the guardedness and caution in her tone, as if the presence of the morning light made her nervous. Yan Ying asked twice, Pei Rong didn't say that Chenguang embarrassed her, but said that His Royal Highness Lord Feng had a kind temperament and treated his subordinates very well. If it was usual, it was really unpleasant, and Pei Rong's temperament would definitely sue.

Morning Light always gives people this feeling, when she is no longer deliberately restrained, she will give people a sense of threat, even if she seems soft and innocent, innocent and harmless, but the keen person can still sense danger from her. It is this danger of her, which is the opposite of appearance, that makes people want to stop.

Yan Ying stood from a distance and looked at her, her long ink-like hair sticking to her thin back like satin, and her neck was white and slender that could be held in one hand. The ends of the black hair are soaked in the rippling spring water, like thick ink that has suddenly been turned over, and entwined in the clear water, and the seaweed drifts with the current.

Her face and body were covered with crystal droplets, and the gentle sunlight shone down, passed through the snow peaks, reflected colorful light, and fell on her delicate body, gilding her with a layer of beautiful light, shining brighter than the sun in the sky.

She's already a woman, after all, it's been ten years. When he left her for the first time, she was still a little girl, a little girl who could complain to him about "very painful and painful" when she first grew up with little buns, and now, she has grown up and grown into a woman, like a ripe peach, bright and delicate, sweet as honey.

Chenguang noticed that he had come in, and she was stunned for a moment, tilted her head, and looked at him with a pair of innocent and innocent eyes.

Yan Ying's heart moved, and he walked slowly towards her.

The morning light soaked in the hot springs and did not move.

He walked over to the edge of the pool, stopped, and crouched down beside her, at eye level with her. He glanced over her water-soaked shoulders, her soaked dress clinging to hers, her rounded shoulders hidden under the translucent garment, glistening with water, tickling her heart.

"Are you showering in your clothes?" He asked her with a smile, his voice a little lower than usual.

Chenguang shook his long wet hair, tilted his head, and said with a playful tone:

"I can wash it as much as I want!"

Yan Ying looked at her, laughed, and gradually fiery gaze like a hand, after caressing her moist cheeks, fell on her white neck, and went down silently.

Chenguang glanced at him, picked up a thick puff from the large stone beside him, and stood up from the steaming spring water, splashing with crystal water. The plain skirt was as thin as paper, and her wet body flashed and was wrapped by her in a big coat.

She walked ashore, put her wet little feet into her woollen shoes, and walked slowly into the house.

Yan Ying's eyes flashed slightly, he followed her, walked to the back door, waited outside the door for a while, and waited until she finished dressing before entering.

Wrapped in a thick mink coat in the morning light, he was sitting in a long blanket, his little face flushed from the hot springs just now. But she was still afraid of the cold, and sat curled up in the blanket, leaning against the smoker, holding the small hand stove, and huddled into a ball.

Pei Rong knelt behind her and wrung her wet hair with a dry cloth. Probably because Pei Rong didn't serve well, Chenguang looked disgusted, but he didn't want to do it himself, so he didn't say anything.

Yan Ying stood in front of the back door, looked at her for a while, walked over, waved Pei Rong down, knelt behind Chenguang, picked up the dry cloth towel on the side, and wiped Chenguang's hair silently.

Pei Rong was driven aside, looking at her master in dismay, unable to believe her eyes, and then she bit her lip, hung her head and ran away quickly, with a painful expression Chenguang thought she had a stomachache.

It took several consecutive towels to dry the long hair, and the long black hair was spread flat in the palm of the hand, smooth and shiny like silk.

Chenguang curled up in the blanket and honestly asked him to wipe his hair, he wiped it better than Pei Rong, at least it was more gentle and dexterous than Pei Rong, and his hands were big enough.

She blinked her big dark eyes, and after a while suddenly she spoke, and said to him:

"By the way, I remember, you used to comb my hair."

Yan Ying laughed, picked up the jade comb in the tray, silently combed her long hair, pulled it up with a hairpin, and tied it up.

"Alright." He said.

Chenguang touched the bun on the top of his head with his hand, and muttered with a flat mouth: "The craftsmanship has not grown at all!" ”

"That's better than you, too." Yan Ying said unceremoniously.

When she was in Shengzi Mountain, Chenguang was not a princess, she was just a weapon, a powerful thing, and no one took care of her diet and daily life, helped her comb her hair and dress. There are almost no women in the Holy Son Mountain, Chenguang is the youngest, and her hands are clumsy, and she always struggles to take care of herself, and she spreads her hair like a flower child all the year round, and only when she is doing a task will she hastily tie it with a rope, and if it is too long to hinder her, she will cut it off with a knife.

Yan Ying after being with her, I really can't stand her heroic style, he is from a family, I can't get used to seeing girls with hair, although she still looks like a fairy when she wears her hair, but he grew up under the etiquette, and is very stubborn in this regard, at that time, he often tied his hair to Chenguang, at first he would tie men's hair in a bun, and then he was not right, so he really put a lot of effort into studying, and changed a simple women's hairstyle from the basis of men's hair buns, although Chenguang said "poor craftsmanship", But he's always been quite proud of it.

Morning Light rubbed the bun on the top of her head, and she was silent, not saying a word.

Yan Ying sat behind her, his gaze fixed on the comb for a moment, and he put it back in the tray with a soft sound.