"Emperor Mingjue-" Ye Qiantong's face changed greatly, and he exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly helped him up.

"Your Highness!"

Heiyue was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he was caught off guard and saw that the master secretly gestured to him.

Heiyue's eyes widened, but the next moment he quickly lowered his head to hide his expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At this time, Ye Qiantong was immersed in the safety of Emperor Mingjue, and the scene of him fainting in the hot spring pool flashed in his mind, worrying and anxious, and he didn't notice the strangeness between the master and servant.

"Emperor Mingjue, Emperor Mingjue-" Ye Qiantong gently patted his face with his palm, his expression was very nervous, and his eyes were worried.

Heiyue suddenly proposed: "Princess, the master has always been clean, do you want to clean the master first and let him rest, so that the master may be able to wake up soon?" ”

Ye Qiantong frowned slightly, constantly carefully checking the situation in his body repeatedly, but he couldn't find the reason for his fainting, so he could only give up.

Soon, Black Moon instructed his servants to place a large and luxurious bathtub in the dormitory, fill it with warm water, and everything was ready.

The entire huge dormitory was suddenly hot and foggy.

Heiyue glanced at the peerless boy who fell in the girl's arms again, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping slightly, he coughed dryly, and said to Ye Qiantong:

"Princess, the master has always had a serious habit of cleanliness, and our subordinates have never been allowed to serve closely, and now the master is unconscious, and he is still bothering the princess to worry about the master."

As he spoke, Black Moon commanded his subordinates to retreat one after another.

When Ye Qiantong heard this, his brain was stunned, and he just wanted to stop him, but he only heard the sound of the temple door "banging", the door was tightly closed, Heiyue and the others had long since disappeared, running faster than slipping, and the autumn wind swept away the leaves.

Ye Qiantong was dumbfounded.

"What's the situation, why are they running so fast?" Ye Qiantong frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

There was silence in the air, and the words that Black Moon had just said flashed in Ye Qiantong's mind.

"I'm not close to Di Ming, where is it suitable to help him wash ...... Bath ......" said the end, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Suddenly, a cool and swishing cold air attacked, as if resentful, Ye Qiantong shivered, and subconsciously glanced at Emperor Mingjue's face, but he didn't find anything abnormal, and the cold air was gone, just like a dream.

"Strange, broad daylight." Night Thousand Hitomi scolded a sentence.

Looking at his bloodstained and dirty, if he was cleaned, it would indeed make people feel a lot more comfortable.

Sighing slightly, Ye Qiantong thought about it and secretly comforted herself: "I can't care so much about the rest, besides, he is a patient now and unconscious, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about." ”

Ye Qiantong put one arm around his head and put it on his shoulder, and took it in one hand. Waist support him towards the bath. The bucket walked like that.

"It's just a wash, how did Heiyue get such a big bath bucket, like a bath, let alone one person, even ten people can do it. It fits. "It looks huge like a bath. The pool-like bath bucket, the corners of Ye Qiantong's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help complaining.

Luckily there was a small staircase, otherwise she wouldn't have known how to get him in without getting hurt.

Finally put Di Mingjue in, let him lean his back against the wall of the barrel, most of his body. Immerse in warm water.

Ye Qiantong breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and wanted to go down the steps, but unexpectedly, the soles of her feet suddenly slipped, and she couldn't stand firm and threw herself forward.

"Plop-" Ye Qiantong fell directly into the water, almost flashing her waist.

The water splashed and the entire floor was almost soaked.

"Ahem, cough, cough—" Ye Qiantong hurriedly rushed out of the water, choking and coughing.

Depend on!!

It's really strange, how can this situation be so familiar.

Ye Qiantong pulled his soaked hair back, wiped his face, and stared at Di Ming with a strange expression, but saw that his eyes were still closed and unconscious.

She reached out to probe his forehead again, grabbing his pulse, "It's strange, I haven't been woken up by such a big movement, and I don't see any signs of fever." ”