Su Yumei picked up the soaphorn first and combed Ling Hupo's hair.

In ancient times, men's hair was no shorter than women's.

Ling Hupo's hair is already very long, and it is very troublesome to wash and comb.

He was in the castle and had secretly cut his own hair a few times with a hunting knife, otherwise, it would have been longer.

The woman is careful and skillful, patiently combing the hair for the male protagonist, and washing it several times, before completing the first part of the work.

Professional, bar.

Next, she used a burlap towel, dipped it in warm water in a wooden barrel, wrung it twice, and then washed his face, neck, and back and chest.

Indeed, I haven't been carefully rubbed on my body all year long, especially my back, and now it's grown into a thick layer of skin.

Rubbing off a lot of sweat and mud, Ling Hupo blushed with shame.

Yumei's technique is in place, both fingery and gentle.

Professionally trained, the level of service is different.

While rubbing it with a burlap towel, the woman also kneaded her chest with her slender jade hands, and intentionally or unintentionally teased it with her fingertips.

Her slender hands are as tender and white as spring onions, and her inch-long nails are shining with blue light.

Keeping nails is a symbol of the noble status of ancient aristocratic women, highlighting the charm and charm of women.

Ling Hupo suddenly felt that Yumei's jade hands could be compared with the Xiao family and Xiu'er who met tonight.

Their slender jade hands, in the eyes of Ling Hupo, are called merry soul conjuring hands.

The Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" describes: red crisp hands, yellow Teng wine, willows on the spring palace wall of the city...

What is mentioned here is probably the common characteristics of Jiangnan women.

Linghu Po is the most lacking in resistance to a glamorous woman with a romantic spiritualist.

I saw that he closed his eyes tightly, ostensibly enjoying the service, but in fact he was very nervous.

He was resisting the temptation of this glamorous woman.

Ling Hupo never thought that he was what Yanagi Hui was.

But the strong self-esteem of the big man forced him to become a captive under her pomegranate skirt like a hungry wolf and a sheep at the beginning.

In that case, it would be too embarrassing.

Although, he knows his power as the male protagonist, but he cares more about what he has left, that little bit of pitiful self-esteem.

In addition, Yumei's identity is not clear, and they can't be allowed to see through their weaknesses in human nature at once.

But with the passage of the rubbing parts, Ling Hupo's body is slowly betraying his will.

He gritted his teeth so hard that the muscles in his body tensed and stiffened.

And what's even worse is that the body soaked under the hot water has long been swollen with blood, and it can't be controlled.

Fortunately, in this large basin of hot water, the power of the shadow is a fig leaf.

What kind of character is Yumei?

She has been trained in various skills in the Yeting Palace since she was a child, and she has long known that this young and handsome man has been patient.

As early as ten days ago, when she was told that she would be married to a young male protagonist, she was both happy and apprehensive in her heart.

It is said that he is still a border hero and has not married a wife.

She was glad that God had mercy and did not give it to those old ministers who were in their old age, or ministers and grandfathers who had long been married and concubined.

Childhood and adolescence were painful and oppressive, but she hopes that in the future, she will have the opportunity to change her destiny.

When she first met Linghupo in the morning, she was ecstatic.

Young and handsome, tall and straight, who doesn't like a woman?

The key is that he looks very educated, not like the rude military man in the legend, and handed over the financial power of Jingyuan to her at once.

Just met and trusted so much, isn't it fate?

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to turn over, of course Su Yumei has to grasp it firmly, how can she easily miss it?

Bathing in the evening, she personally went into battle.

Linghu Po's nervousness and embarrassment made Yumei mistakenly think that this young military man was a young child in terms of male and female love.

On the contrary, she appeared very natural, not impatient or impatient, so she indulged in her desires.

"Young master, I see that you are sweating on your forehead again, please relax your body, is it that the slave maid is not well served and uncomfortable?"

The woman's eyes were like silk, and she covered her mouth and snickered.

"Oh, it's not, maybe it's a little uncomfortable to lie down, I want to flip it, you go get a bowl of tea, I'm thirsty."

Linghu Po was nervous and motionless, his neck and waist were a little sore, and he wanted to break away from the woman and get up and move his muscles.

"Hmm..."

Yu Mei smiled and went out of the gatehouse and went with tea.

Ling Hupo hurriedly dived his head and whole body into the water, shook it a few times, and then swished up and began to twist his waist and kick his legs around the basin.

After feeling the activity for a while, he suddenly looked back, only to find that the woman was standing silently behind him.

Her eyes were full of spring, staring at the male protagonist's toned and strong body, her face was as red as a ripe apple, her lips were biting a wisp of green silk, and the water holding the tea was trembling slightly.

Seeing Ling Hupo turn her head, she hurriedly turned her face slightly, pretending to be shy and half-bowing her head, and muttered softly, "Okay?" ”

"Oh... Well..."

Ling Hupo originally wanted to scold her, but her steps were too light, like a thief stealing people.

But was dissolved by her delicate muttering at once.

He hurriedly jumped into the bathtub and fell into the water, splashing on Yumei's body.

"Here, warm tea..."She approached and handed over a bowl of tea, her eyes teasing like silk.

"Boom... "Ling Hupo drank it in one go, and he felt much more comfortable.

But before he could take a few more breaths, Yumei, who had put down the empty bowl, had already stepped on the wooden bench, raised her legs and carried them into the wooden barrel bath water, and squatted down.

She was going to scrub the rest of his body.

"Hey, stop... Front... I'll just do it myself. ”

Linghu Po panicked and quickly shook her hand, stopping her from making her next move, preparing to hold her last line of defense.

I was barely able to bear the scrubbing behind me just now, but now that I have turned to the front of my body, everything about myself will be exposed.

Yumei was only stunned for a moment, looking at the male protagonist who was a few years younger than herself, he was shy and shy, and he was cute.

Her face was flushed, her light was scorching, she covered her mouth, and laughed sneeringly:

"What are you shy, young master! The concubine is already your woman, if you can't even serve and bathe, then what's the use of the slave and maid living? It's better to die. ”

Yumei said the same thing.

In ancient times, those who could be called heroes, in addition to being able to kill the enemy on the battlefield and win, and be invincible, also in terms of conquering women, they must also be able to break through and be invincible.

Otherwise, how can the story of heroes and beauties become a legend?

There is a way that heroes are sad about beauties.

What kind of hero is he to retreat in front of a woman?!

Far from it, Guo Xiang is a typical example.

In addition to his famous large number of wives and concubines, there are also hundreds of courtesans and courtesans.

They are not ordinary women, most of them are aristocratic wives and concubines or princesses who have died in the country.

There are many concubines, and even he can't be named, and he flops every day to sleep.

But this did not affect his fame, status and power in the slightest.