After Feng Yeling settled Chen Yuheng in the west wing of the second room in the east building, he went straight back to the main room of the third room.

When Xia Shuang saw her coming back alone, she whispered, "Is the young master still in Xishe? I'll call him right away."

"No need." Feng Yeling said calmly, "Can you boil hot water? I want to take a bath now."

"It has been prepared for a long time." Xia Shuang said with a sweet smile, "The tub here is quite big, it can accommodate two or three people at the same time."

The main room is more than six rooms wide (in the concept of a courtyard house, "one room" does not refer to a room, but a width unit, which refers to the distance between two pillars, usually about one foot. The so-called eight large rooms refer to the building

The left and right sides of the object are eight feet wide (about 24 meters). The interior is divided into three sections on the left, center and right by screens. In the middle is the lobby for guests. On the east side are the four treasures of the study and the needle and thread brain. It can be used as a study or embroidery room.

On the west side is the bedroom for sleeping, which is separated by a small screen. To the north is the couch, wardrobe and dressing table, and to the south is this huge marble bath.

Xia Shuang had already expected that Feng Yeling would want to take a comfortable bath with hot water when he returned from a long journey, so he made preparations in advance, filled the bath with hot water and sprinkled some plum blossom petals.

The main room has an earth dragon design. A small sparrow lights a charcoal fire at the chimney inlet. The hot air is sent into the winding flue under the floor of the main room, maintaining the water temperature in the bathtub and making the whole room steamy and filled with light mist.

Before Feng Yeling even approached the edge of the pool, her figure was already hazy in the mist.

"Are you satisfied, Miss?" Xia Shuang rubbed her hands, "Let me wait for Miss to undress."

Feng Yeling took off her shoes and socks, lit her bare feet to test the water temperature, and then raised her hands flat.

There was no movement behind her. There was no reply from Xia Shuang, and she did not make a move or leave.

Feng Yexin was suspicious and just about to turn around, two big hands suddenly came out from her left and right sides and hugged her soft and boneless waist. One hand moved gently, and the other hand picked up her clothes.

bring.

A strong masculine aura came from behind, and Feng Yeling knew without asking that it was Lan Qiao who was coming.

She twisted her delicate body and gave her an intoxicating kiss. She also unbuttoned Lanqiao's front placket with her beautiful hands, and then she leaned softly into his warm and solid arms.

Lan Qiao got closer to the back of Feng Yeling's neck, sniffing her body breath greedily. The latter was itched by his beard, blushed and twisted away, pressing his chest with one hand.

At the same time, he said sheepishly: "Husband, how about waiting for me to take a bath before serving you? I haven't bathed for a long time, and I already have a smell."

"That's not up to you." Lan Qiao gave a very domineering push. The two of them rolled down on the thick blanket in front of the bathtub.

Outside the window is a clear sky on a clear night, with occasional thin clouds covering the moon, but they are quickly blown away by the wind. A clump of bamboo in the west of the courtyard is mostly withered and yellow, but there are still a few round paper lanterns hanging, swaying in the night wind.

? A dim light shines through in the night.

I don’t know how long it took. When the small window was pushed open from the inside, Feng Yeling and Lan Qiao sat leaning against each other and soaked in the warm pool water, admiring the moonlight in the courtyard together.

"Do you still remember the night we first met?" Lan Qiao hugged Feng Yeling's smooth and fragrant body and said emotionally: "We were soaking in the pool that time too."

Feng Yeling smiled softly, rolled her eyes at him charmingly, and said, "That's because you were soaking in the water, but this lady didn't? At most, she was stepping in the water."

"I will never forget your appearance at that time." Lan Qiao looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and recalled: "Although you still turned your back to me at the beginning, you have already eclipsed the bright moon in the night sky. You

Stirring the water with your toes is exactly the same as the way you just tested the water temperature with your bare feet. Until you rolled up your skirt and stepped into the water, I couldn't take my eyes away, for fear of missing something. You are so perfect that even just looking at it from a distance,

It makes my heart beat.”

Feng Yeling was stunned by what he said. She lowered her head and spat in a low voice: "Bah, they say that men are deceitful and they will say some things to coax girls. Isn't Sister Jingshu perfect too?

What’s more, just looking at it from a distance, aren’t they taking advantage of everything now?”

"It's not enough, it's not enough." Lan Qiao hugged the beauty next to him tightly again and said in her ear: "My good Ling'er, I can't get enough of it in my life."

Feng Yeling squeaked, her face even redder with embarrassment, but she let Lan Qiao hold her in his arms, looking at the paper lanterns swaying in the wind outside the window, and softly chanted: "The green bamboo shadows under the lamp are not like the full moon.

Just like the full moon, thousands of miles away we share the beauty of the moon."

Lan Qiao knew that she was talking about the little poem he improvised when they first met, so he continued: "The wind rustles and sneaks into the night, not like a bead curtain, but just like a bead curtain, a flashy dream to spend the fleeting years."

"Husband, this is the poem." There seemed to be tears flashing in Feng Yeling's eyes, "That day in the cave on Xiaoyuntai, when Sister Jingshu and I fought until the last moment, what I was thinking about was

This poem, at that time I didn’t even have time to recall your appearance.”

"boom"!

A huge firework exploded in the night sky, and the two of them looked up together, watching the firework bloom, bloom, wither, and finally disappear.

"boom"!

Another firework rose and exploded, and then the two of them remembered that today was New Year's Eve, and it was not unusual for people to set off fireworks.

Feng Yeling said quietly: "Humanity is prepared for danger in times of peace, just like these fireworks. When you are in the midst of happiness and experience the blooming of flowers, you will always think of the scene when the flowers wither. If one day my husband doesn't like me, maybe I will too

It will disappear quietly like these fireworks, but I will never forget the scene when we met, and I will never forget that poem."

Lan Qiao secretly sighed, knowing that Li Jingshu's appearance made Feng Yeling feel extremely insecure and made her worry that she would love Li Jingshu more and ignore her, so he couldn't help hugging her tighter: "This day will never happen again."

Come, love is not like slicing a watermelon into pieces."

Feng Yeling was curious about his metaphor and asked: "If it's not cutting watermelon, what is it?"

"It's a watermelon." Lan Qiao smiled, "As long as it is fertile and nourished enough, the melon will always grow bigger and bigger." After that, he touched Feng Yeling's belly with ill intentions.

Feng Yeling suddenly blushed with embarrassment: "My husband is dead, people say he is serious."

"Then let me put it another way." Lan Qiao thought for a while and said, "Actually, I think love is more like making wine. When we meet, we sow the seeds of wine and let them ferment over time. The longer the time, the more fragrant and mellow the wine becomes. And you

, it’s that jar of fine wine that I can’t stop drinking.”

Feng Yeling felt Lan Qiao's hands moving on her body, and suddenly realized that he was caressing the scars on her back, and said sadly: "But I am no longer the same person as I was then."

She was injured while fighting against the Japanese, and was injured in many places during the Battle of Juyongguan. Although none of them were fatal, she still left many scars of varying depths.

"My silly lady." Lan Qiao said with a slight smile, "Do you think I only like girls with thin skin and tender flesh? No, these scars are the most charming part of your body. The original you may have been flawless

body, but now you have a flawless soul."

Feng Yeling's eyes were blurry and she murmured: "Husband, after hearing you say such touching words, even if I want to die immediately, I can be willing to do so."

Lan Qiao muttered: "What's the point of not dying? We have just started. We will have good days ahead."

"What are you touching again?" Feng Yeling asked curiously when he saw Lan Qiao squatting aside, seemingly picking at something.

"Any large bathhouse like this must have a drain. Otherwise, if someone takes a ladle and scoops it out bit by bit, it won't be clean until dawn. The water is getting cold now, so I'll let it out." Lan Qiao said.

I found the mechanism, which is a stone slab near the bottom of the bathtub. Opening it will drain the water out of the house.

"Come on, let's switch the battlefield and fight for another three hundred fucking rounds." Lan Qiao lifted the weak and weak Feng Yeling into his arms, using his energy to evaporate the water droplets hanging on their bodies, and strode towards

Walked to the couch.

Feng Yeling's jade cheeks were drunk, she bit her red lips and said, "Let's fight. I'm not afraid. Let's see who begs for mercy first."
Chapter completed!