Chang'an Jun Chengqi left with the answer that satisfies himself, and Ying Zheng came to the bath. In winter, after being tired from his muscles and bones, it was really a great pleasure to take a hot bath comfortably.

Ying Zheng leaned his back on the jade pillow, his body completely sinking in the steaming pool water. His wet hair spread flat on the wooden board at the edge of the bathtub, and his white and tender palms gently combed Ying Zheng's long hair.

"King, it's getting late, it's almost time to agree with the Queen Mother." Qingxi, who had only a cloak on her body, was exposed to the heat, and her limbs as white as ivory, all of her limbs were exposed to the heat.

"It's still early. In such cold weather, this place is really an undeniable place." Ying Zheng said comfortably.

"King, it's not much good for your health," Qingxi advised.

"This is the second comfortable place, and I can't control the others for the time being." Ying Zheng said unmoved.

Seeing this, Qingxi didn't say anything more, and honestly washed her long hair under her palm. However, she had a question in her heart: Since there is a second, what is the first?

"Cheng Jiao, what do you think of him?" Ying Zheng, whose mind was immersed in the tenderness of hot water, suddenly said.

"Jun Chang'an?" Qingxi said in surprise. Ying Zheng's question obviously caught her off guard.

"I remember, your expression at that time seemed to have some opinions about Cheng Jiao." Ying Zheng asked.

"Chang'an Jun is the king's younger brother, how dare I have any opinions?" Qingxi replied.

"You don't look like a senior killer of Tianzi, Luowang at all." Ying Zheng turned over and pulled Qingxi's forearm and pointed it under his jaw.

"Slave..." Qingxi's mind couldn't help but tighten. Could it be that I was exposed? Thinking of this, she subconsciously touched her cheek with her empty hand. Fortunately, she didn't have anything she imagined.

"You are like a young bird who has just left your nest, a little naive." Ying Zheng said as he glanced at the round and elastic arm under his jaw.

Too tender. Ying Zheng added in his heart that no one knew that the word "小" he mentioned was simply talking about Qingxi's lack of experience, and also about the gentle and jade-like arm under his jaw.

"For the Qin Palace, I am a chick who has just left my nest." Qingxi's panic was just a moment and found a good excuse.

"There are no outsiders here, let's talk about what you think of the orphan brother Wang." Ying Zheng took over the question just now and said.

"Chang'an Jun..." Qingxi hesitated. Is those words suitable for her to say?

Under Ying Zheng's sight, Qingxi instantly forgot the hesitation in his heart and said, "I don't know what kind of person Chang'an Jun is, but I can see that what Chang'an Jun shows in front of the king is definitely not what he really thinks in his heart, what is hidden."

"It's good to see it. The person who is hiding is the real him." Ying Zheng said as he stood up from the pool water and stepped out of the pool.

Seeing this, Qingxi looked away in panic. The next moment, she forced herself to turn her head. Fortunately, at this time, all she left was Ying Zheng's back.

Ying Zheng walked to the clothes hanger, pulled a dry linen, wiped off the water marks on his body, and until he put on a clean set of underwear, Qingxi on the other side was slow and seemed to be walking to Ying Zheng's side, serving Ying Zheng wearing the complicated royal robe.

Looking at Qingxi, who was kneeling on the ground and concentrating on taking care of his belt, Ying Zheng's eyes stopped on the snow-white jade neck, his heart moved slightly, and his hands were already touching, and he was already caressing the snow-white.

"You are really in your thirties?" Ying Zheng said, feeling the extraordinary touch in his palm.

"What is the king talking about?" Qingxi raised her face and said.

"It's nothing, I will find the answer by myself." Ying Zheng pulled Qingxi and said.

Meeting Ying Zheng's gaze, Qingxi was staggered without any trace, and there was a trace of enlightenment in her heart. But at this time, there was no feeling of nervousness and panic in her heart because of this trace of enlightenment. Instead, she vaguely had an inexplicable expectation.

"Now there is still one hour before the time agreed upon by the Queen Mother. The time required to throw out the long way is, the king has half an hour." Qingxi reminded responsibly.

"This is not half an hour alone, it is half an hour for you." Ying Zheng said.

"Slave..." Qingxi was slightly stunned, unable to understand what Ying Zheng meant.

"The clothes on your body are wet with water vapor. You should wash them too, don't catch a cold." Ying Zheng reminded.

At this time, what appeared in front of Ying Zheng was a perfect body, and the one wet with water vapor was tightly pressed against Qingxi's delicate body. Another color underneath could be vaguely seen through the white fabric.

Graceful and colorful, with peaks and mountains as gathered, waves as rage, rising and falling one after another, probably like that.

"Yes." Qingxi replied.

"Remember, you only have half an hour." Ying Zheng reminded.

"It takes less than half an hour for me, just one quarter of an hour." Qingxi turned around and said, his eyes as deep as the abyss looked more and more ethereal and more attractive under the reflection of water vapor, making people unconsciously immersed in it, and eventually lost and sinking.

Qingxi's body slowly sank into the water. As the body infiltrated, the water of the pool separated to both sides and then gathered together. However, this time, he encountered a soft "reef" and failed to reconcile.

Qingxi looked at the water surface in front of her and couldn't help but stretch out her arms, plucked the water surface with her palms, splashing waves, hitting the soft "reef", then slid down and returned to the pool water.

The slight itch in front of him twitched the killer's heartstrings. The killer who claimed to be a water cutter was completely immersed in the water, but failed to cut the water cutter. Instead, he turned into a diving swimming fish. His waist swung, and his legs were squinted like a fish tail, drawing a curve in the water. Under the waves, there was a shaking figure.

Surrounded by water vapor, under the clear water, was a beautiful fish. Suddenly, the water surface in the distance exploded, and a strong fish rushed out from the bottom of the water.

Looking at the water rolling in front of him, a innocent smile appeared on Qingxi's face, and his palm slowly reached into the water. The internal force that had been hard-working for more than ten years slowly poured into the water, causing waves to rise at the bottom of the water, layer by layer, rushing towards Qingxi, gently hitting her delicate body.

At this time, she was no longer the killer of Luowang, nor the Gong Zheng of Xianyang Palace, nor the small stove of the King of Qin. At this time, she was the king of this pool of water, writing about salamander.

"Can you break the water? Fish." Ying Zheng, who crossed the threshold, shook his head and couldn't help but smile.
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