It's just that this hot spring pool is weird enough. There is no water flowing out in summer, only in spring, autumn and winter.
Before, this pool had not yet filled up with water, but Tang Yang came to report two days ago that water had started to emerge from the springs and the hot spring pool had also started to fill up with water.
Because she was injured before, Yu Wenhao didn't bring her here, and he was really annoyed by the case.
Today, a big boulder fell and both of them smelled bad. It would be best to wash them away with flowing hot spring water.
The hot spring is located behind Xiaoyue Pavilion. There are two springs in total, very close to each other. The pool is not too small, about half the size of a room.
Yuan Qingling took a look and saw that the hot spring had a name, "Ghost Pool".
She laughed and said, "Why is it called Ghost Pond? The name is so disgraceful." She had no impression of this hot spring at all, which showed that the original owner didn't know about it either.
That's right, the original owner has never been to Xiaoyue Pavilion after being married for so long, so she definitely doesn't know.
"Because this pool is full of weirdness. When there is a lot of rain in summer, there is no spring water flowing out. In autumn and winter, when there is drought, water gurgls. Do you think it is a ghost pool?" Yu Wenhao said with a smile.
He took the clothes from the maid's hands and closed the door. Luya and Qiluo were waiting outside.
There was a wardrobe and a screen next to the hot spring. Yu Wenhao put his clean clothes on the screen. There was a bright pearl embedded on the wall, which was enough to provide lighting without the need for candles or lanterns.
It's just that there's not enough light, especially when the mist in the hot spring rises and the light covers the mist, making it even more hazy.
It's very romantic and comfortable here.
Yuan Qingling asked casually: "This is a good place. How many women have you brought here?"
Yu Wenhao took off the clothes on her shoulders and said, "There are quite a few of them. Do you want me to count them for you?"
He looked at the wound on his shoulder. The wound had healed and water immersion should not be a big problem.
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Okay, you count and I listen."
Yu Wenhao's eyes went straight, "Okay, let's get into the water first and tell you slowly."
"Still reading? I'll dig out your eyeballs." Yuan Qingling's face turned hot and fierce.
Yu Wenhao's eyes darkened, "Are you willing to do it?"
He opened his hands and said, "Take off your clothes."
"Your hand is disabled? You still need a wounded person to take care of you." Yuan Qingling said angrily, but her hands climbed up to his collar.
"Is that possible? Take off your belt first." Yu Wenhao leaned over and kissed her lips.
Originally, he only planned to give her a light kiss first, but as soon as his lips touched, the fire suddenly started burning up, and he hugged her hard, almost pressing her into his body.
Yuan Qingling's body became weak due to him, and her breathing became rapid.
However, she still pushed it away rationally, "My whole body stinks, I need to wash it off first."
"No, I stink anyway."
"No," Yuan Qingling's resistance was weak at all. Instead, she seemed to give in half.
However, remembering that she had touched a corpse and that her whole body was filled with the smell of corpse, she suddenly became more awake. "Let go first. I can't concentrate. My mind is filled with the giant view of corpses."
Yu Wenhao reluctantly let her go, and when he talked about the corpse, his interest suddenly dropped.
Xixian took off her clothes and took off her own clothes at the same time, and the two of them got into the water.
Surrounded by warm water, with the smell of sulfur, Yuan Qingling felt that her whole body suddenly relaxed from her heels to her scalp.
She sighed comfortably.
Yu Wenhao covered her body and went around behind her to wash her hair.
Her hair is black and smooth, shawl down her shoulders. When wet, it looks like a piece of black cloud satin, soft and silky to the touch.
Yu Wenhao took the hair shampoo, rubbed it gently, inserted his fingers into his hair, and pressed it down with his fingertips. Yuan Qingling sighed, if he didn't mess with Jingzhao Mansion, he could still be a hair shampoo guy.