After saying goodbye to the purple-robed boy, the white-clothed group then wandered around for less than half a cup of tea, walked about three or five miles, and then turned around and went home. Xu is because it is about to enter winter, it is dark early, and when the white-clothed group returns to the Yin family's house, the night on the horizon is already thick, and it seems that there is not much difference from midnight.

When he entered the hospital, Lao Huang, the housekeeper in a cotton robe, came forward to greet everyone, saying that the old man had gone to bed to rest first, saying that if there were any instructions, just tell him, and also said that the hot water had been boiled in the bathhouse, and everyone could take a bath first, and then rest well. And they bowed their heads and did as the old steward had said.

Although the Yin family's mansion is not large, there are three baths for people to wash and bathe: one for the male dependents of the family, one for the female relatives of the family, and one for the guests and nobles. The three baths are of different sizes, but the furniture and utensils in the baths are almost the same, and the decorations are equally elegant, and they are all equipped with stone carvings and jade that are not afraid of water stains, which looks very elegant and tasteful. If the hall is filled with thick fog, it will add a bit of a fairyland.

Speaking of which, today, in addition to the rich and noble's own bathhouses, in Yongyang City, the capital of the Yonghua Kingdom, there are also many public baths for the people to bathe. Of course, these public baths are not free, but they only accept a dozen copper plates at a time. Such a low price, combined with the warmth and comfort of soaking in hot water, is undoubtedly quite attractive to workers and farmers who have worked all day in the cold winter wind.

Bai Yi raised his eyes and looked at the woman in the blue skirt who was slowly walking towards the women's bathhouse.

The woman seemed to have a slight sideways face, glancing at it, but quickly turned her head back.

It's like a fish in the throat, but you want to say goodbye.

Bai Yi blinked, but didn't say much.

He just reached out and took the towel and wooden basin handed by the old butler, and after thanking him, he walked into the guest bath alone.

......

When the time comes, go back to the hospital.

Wang Manxiu, who came out of the bathhouse and changed into plain civilian clothes, wiped the still wet green silk with a towel, and walked to his bedroom. On the way, he and Yin Shao, who happened to come out of the men's bathhouse, greeted each other, but didn't say much—maybe because it was late and they both had to get up early tomorrow morning, the two of them looked a little sleepy at first glance, so they didn't say a few more pleasantries.

Turning the corner of the hallway, he stepped to the mahogany door that he had become more familiar with over the past few days, and pushed the door in.

A fresh breeze was blowing.

The bedroom was shady, and he was still hot, so he was very comfortable.

Wang Manxiu raised his eyes and looked at the furnishings in the room, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he looked at the table in front of the window again—there was something different on the boxy wooden table. When he went out this morning, the table was still empty and clean, but at this moment, there was a pile of milky white rice paper, a wolf's quill brush, and a plate of polished black ink on the wooden table.

This can't be because of an uninvited guest at home - how can there be a Jiangyang thief who only puts things and doesn't take anything. This ink, paper inkstone, was put by Wang Manxiu after the previous meal, and said that he wanted to write a few strokes before leaving tomorrow morning, and then record some of what he saw and heard in the Western Regions, so that the ink in his stomach could be of some use. After all, when he was still in Pingshui County, he held a pen in his hand every day, and after this trip arrived in Meng Yue, he had not moved a pen for a long time, and his hands were really a little itchy.

Bai Yi turned around and closed the bedroom door, walked slowly to the table, lit the oil lamp in front of the window, pulled out the wooden chair, and sat on it.

Spread out the rice paper, hold the brush with four fingers, and lightly dip it in ink.

It's the pen that goes up.

However, in fact, Wang Manxiu's gesture is not much dragon flying phoenix dance, its shape and its momentum, although there are scribbled eyebrows, but generally follow the regular script glyphs, a board and a glance, can be described as restrained in the wild, can also be said to be wild in the wild. Wang Manxiu knew that his calligraphy was not excellent, which was related to the fact that he only loved Qimen and ignored culture when he was young...... But as he grew older and more experienced, he felt more and more comfortable that it was more comfortable to open the door of heaven with a sword.

After about half a pillar of incense, he picked up his pen and put the three sheets of rice paper on the table, which were already densely inked, and carefully laid them aside.

Raise your eyes and look out the window.

Look at the uninhabited pavilion near the water, and look at the pond water lilies that are still in full bloom.

Blinking slightly, he looked sideways at the mundane object on the bedside table.

It's golden, and it's vulgar.

After thinking for a moment, he spread out a new piece of paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

Obviously, this time he only wrote less than a piece of pen and ink, but it took him a full stick of incense.

When he put down the brush with satisfaction and stretched his waist while yawning, the bright moon outside the window was already hanging high, and the noisy Meng Yue City had already returned to tranquility, leaving only the cry of insects to smell.

Wang Manxiu blew the rice paper on the table, folded it twice and put it in his arms, then slowly stood up, reached out and took the three densely written rice papers before, and saw that the ink on them had dried, so he folded them in half twice in turn, clamped them together, turned around and put them in front of the bedside desk, and pressed the spirit jade dagger with a glowing blue light on it.

Although Wang Manxiu has always been accustomed to sleeping with the window closed, there should be no wind energy to infiltrate the room and blow up the paper...... But, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Wang Manxiu smiled lightly, carefully stuffed the rice paper in his arms into the white clothes folded flat on the wardrobe, turned around and took off the oil lamp in front of the window, carefully blew out the sparks, accepted the bamboo pole, and closed the paper window.

Then, sit on the edge of the bed on the pear blossom wooden shelf, bend down and take off the inner and outer foot clothes, lie flat on the bed, cover it with a cotton silk quilt, and pillow it on a poplar cushion.

It's late at night, and it's time to fall asleep.

I don't know that this dream is Nanke and Huangliang.

Or maybe it's the big dream.

Wang Manxiu closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

Perhaps because he had experienced so much in a day, he was already drowsy and confused just by closing his eyes slightly.

It's just that a fresh breeze came from nowhere, blowing open the door of the house.

......

Wang Manxiu suddenly fell asleep.

It is not only because of the breeze, but also because of the faint orchid fragrance that comes with the wind.

He knew the fragrance.

I heard a few light steps, and I saw a fluttering figure, standing in front of the ambiguous hazy moonlight.

With a little cinnabar red in her eyebrows, she faded away from her usual dignified and delicate blue cotton skirt, and was only wearing a silk nightdress as thin as cicada wings.

Its appearance and body, like a budding spring peach blossom, is a delicate and beautiful appearance.

No one can see it and not love pity.

Wang Manxiu blinked, looked sideways at his flushed cheeks with some surprise, and said softly, "Is it the old gentleman's order?"

Ruoshui, whose face was as red as a peach blossom, pursed her lips and did not respond.

She stepped forward slowly, sat directly on the bed, and curled up beside him.

The silk skirt on his body was already light and loose, and such an action became even more illustrative and nothing—the original looming beautiful scene was already fully revealed in front of him.

Wang Manxiu immediately turned his face sideways, coughed lightly, lifted his futon, reached out to cover her body with some restraint, and said softly: "Don't catch a cold." ”

Ruoshui raised his eyebrows, looked at his face, and smiled. She leaned closer, resting her right hand lightly on her heaving chest, like a cat snuggling up to her master, greedily enjoying the moment.

Her gentle breathing, which was a little short, was already close at hand.

Wang Manxiu, who was enough to take over the purple thunder without changing his complexion, began to sweat a little in his palms at this moment.

Wang Manxiu originally wanted to sit up while he was covering the futon for Ruoshui - but who would have thought that Ruoshui didn't give him a chance to get up at all, so he stepped forward directly and half-hugged him. Although Ruoshui's strength is not great, if Wang Manxiu, who claims to be able to 'break the river with a sword', insists on getting up, then she will definitely not be able to stop it......

Originally, one person was outside the futon and the other was inside the futon, which was still a bit of a boundary, but now, the two can say that they are skin-to-skin and see each other frankly.

Soft, warm, and fragrant.

Although Wang Manxiu is a master of Qimen who can calm his mind and relax, he is not a monk who can sit still and sit still, nor is he the head of the palace who has insufficient spare energy, and he has naturally begun to blush and heartbeat at this moment.

Feeling that something was wrong, he hurriedly clenched his fists and coughed, and said in a vague voice: "Ruoshui girl, this ......"

"Will Childe return tomorrow?"

If the sound of the water is very soft, it can be regarded as a whisper.

Wang Manxiu was slightly stunned, and most of the dryness on his body disappeared.

He lowered his eyes to her lying in his arms.

She lowered her head, and he could only see the plum blossom scarlet in the center of her eyebrows.

He thought he knew why she was so abnormal today—she was angry that she couldn't go with them to the Condensing Forest Mountain, she was worried about her safety, she was afraid that she would die on the Ning Lin Mountain.

But he was wrong...... Or rather, not entirely.

Ruoshui was worried that after he retrieved the 'spiritual eye', he would say goodbye to the Yin family and leave Meng Yue to set off—although she should have heard from the old steward or Shangshan that Wang Gongzi had already agreed to be the Yin family's 'Shangxi Keqing', and she should have believed that Wang Gongzi would stay in this Meng Yue.

But she didn't.

Wang Manxiu sighed lightly and raised his eyes to look at the empty ceiling.

Ruoshui's intuition is very accurate.

Indeed, he had no intention of staying in this Mengyue City after everything was over—in fact, Wang Manxiu was definitely leaving. Walking to Lanting, or walking to Yongdu, or walking back to Pingshui, although it is unknown, it is necessary to go.

He didn't lie in front of the old gentleman - the guest secretary at the table was just the nominal duty of Shenlong.

Wang Manxiu is not a Qimen after all.

He hesitated for a long time, thought about it again and again, and finally decided not to hide it from her, and said in a loud voice: "If water, I ......"

"Be careful on the road. ”

Her voice was still as soft as water, but the fingertips on his chest were a little harder.

He lowered his head, looked at her in his arms, and pursed his lips slightly.

"When Childe comes back. The corners of Ruoshui's lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Ruoshui will come to find Childe again." ”

The sound fell, and silence returned to the room.

I don't know where to start, the hazy and ambiguous moonlight gradually became ethereal and cold.

Wang Manxiu was silent for a long time, and finally raised his hand and gently held her shoulder.

"Hmm. ”

He let out a faint voice.

"Man Xiu knows. ”