The furnishings in the room are neat, elegant and elegant.
There is a square rosewood table with two Taishi chairs beside it, and several flower stands arranged in an orderly manner.
Behind the glass bead curtain is a huge bed, and the room is filled with the faint and quiet fragrance of sandalwood.
There is a screen behind the long case piled with books, and the wooden back wall is painted with gold lacquer.
There are some precious porcelain on the shelf, which looks low-luxury and elegant, but not vulgar.
Ye Youlan stood in the room, her eyes filled with curiosity and her eyes darting around.
This was the first time she saw Yanzhi's brother's room.
Suddenly the door creaked, and she looked back and saw Jun Ziqian coming back from outside.
Mo Zhu and Liuyun were seen walking in again, carrying a large object in their hands. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a soft couch.
Ye Youlan was startled, as if she understood something.
She then remembered that when she was in Xinghua Village, she and her brother Yanzhi slept in the same room, one sleeping on the bed and the other sleeping on the floor.
At that time, he always tried to maintain a gentleman's demeanor, but also worried about the differences between men and women, and always said "it is not in line with etiquette".
Despite this, he could always considerately carry her to the bed while he slept on the floor.
Now that I think about it, he is the God of War, King Qin, and the noble prince of Da Qi. It is really not easy for him to be willing to bend down and sleep on the floor.
Today, he is still the humble gentleman, but the brother of Yanzhi who loves and protects her.
Jun Ziqian brushed aside the bead curtain and walked out, saying in a gentle voice, "Get some rest early."
Ye Youlan smiled softly: "Brother Yanzhi, I'm covered in ashes and want to take a bath."
Jun Ziqian paused and nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll have someone prepare it."
…
After a while, behind the Haitang carved and embroidered screen, the gauze curtain hung quietly and spread lightly and thinly to the ground.
The dim light of an incense lamp swayed, the water smoke was thick, and the night orchid leaned lightly on the bathtub.
Her hair was tied up in pine hair, and her entire body, including her neck, was immersed in the hot water.
On the table next to the tub, clean clothes were folded on a silver tray.
The gentle ticking sound of her delicate hands sipping water reached Jun Ziqian's ears outside the bead curtain.
He was sitting in front of the writing desk, writing something quickly when he suddenly heard a sound and his hand holding the pen paused slightly.
I looked up and saw that the candlelight behind the screen was quiet and warm, blurring the slender figure hidden under the light curtain.
The candlelight in the inner room flickered slightly, and it was quiet at night.
The man's senses become sensitive, and he hears the sound of water in the gauze curtain and the looming figure of the woman.
Behind the hazy screen, light smoke lingers like mist, and everything is as vague as a dream.
His eyes darkened slightly, and the pen and ink on his hand dripped onto the rice paper. Then he suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly felt lost.
He took a deep breath, stood up, and planned to go out first, but he heard an "ouch" from the little girl inside.
Jun Ziqian's expression suddenly became stern, and he subconsciously worried that she was in danger.
"What's wrong?"
While asking worriedly, he walked quickly into the inner room, crossed the screen, and opened the gauze curtain.
The result is that the little girl looks as flawless as a jade.
Alluring beauties, lively and fragrant...
Their eyes met each other for an instant, and Junzi Qian was stunned in place, his eyes deep.
There was something in my heart that was surging violently, my breath was rising and falling, and my breathing was getting faster and faster.
The little girl's cheeks turned red as she screamed and dived into the water, revealing only a pair of clear and bright eyes.
Jun Ziqian turned his head and said "Sorry" in a hoarse voice, and was about to leave quickly when the little girl behind him suddenly called out to him.
"Brother Yanzhi...I, my clothes fell into the water."
The little girl hid in the water, embarrassed and ashamed, with a hint of grievance: "I was about to put it on, but accidentally fell into the water."
Her low and soft voice, soft and shy like a layer of water mist, seemed to be swaying into the light and shadow of the candle lamp, stirring up the slightest trace of infatuation.
Hearing this made the man's bones go numb.
It makes your mouth dry.
Warm smoke lingers everywhere, almost maximizing the subtlety of the atmosphere.
Jun Ziqian tried his best to suppress the crazy restlessness in his heart, and said in a depressed and hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter, I'll have someone bring you some clothes again."
His gaze always deviated from her direction, and he tried his best to ignore even the dimness in his peripheral vision.
After that, he decisively walked out again.
When the little girl in the bathtub saw him leaving, her heart beat wildly.
I seemed to have been looked at just now...
And Brother Yan’s eyes look a bit scary.
It's like he wants to eat her.
A bit scary.
But she felt a sense of embarrassment but anticipation.
What a strange feeling?
She covered her chest and beat so fast. This is what Sister Qingqing said. Do you like it?
The little girl thought beautifully, brother Yanzhi also likes her, which is great.
Jun Ziqian walked out, his handsome face serene and serene.
A screen blocked the warm mist and fragrance floating under the gauze tent, and the air cooled down, finally allowing him to stay awake.
But I couldn't suppress the turmoil in my heart.
He calmed down and went out to order people to prepare new clothes.
When Mo Zhu heard this, he raised his head and glanced at his master. He suddenly saw a hint of evil fire hidden in his eyes that could not be suppressed, and his heart skipped a beat.
Miss Lan is bathing in it, Master, could it be...
Seeing that he didn't move, Jun Ziqian gave him a cold look: "Aren't you going?"
Mo Zhu lowered his head and said hurriedly: "Yes, Young Master."
Turn around and leave.
After a while, it was Wu Mei who brought the clothes.
Holding a silver plate with a set of silk satin pajamas neatly stacked on it, she entered the room and went directly behind the screen to see the little girl still in the bathtub.
Her figure is slim and graceful, her skin is as smooth as jade, and every trace of her body is as charming as silk.
It is actually a beautiful picture of a beauty taking a bath.
Even she couldn't help but lost her mind slightly and forgot what she wanted to say.
The little girl in the bathtub looked up at her and said softly: "It's Wu Mei, please give me the clothes, thank you."
Wu Mei came back to her senses quickly, her expression slightly awkward and unnatural, she lowered her head slightly and said, "Yes, Miss Lan, I will put the clothes here."
Because he failed to take good care of Miss Lan before, the master found out that he had warned her that if she didn't do well, she should go back to the dark pavilion.
Wu Mei was frightened and panicked at that time, but she was also sure of the importance her master attached to Miss Lan.
After that, I didn't dare to be disrespectful to Miss Lan anymore.
Putting the silver plate down, Wu Mei did not leave immediately. She lowered her head slightly and lowered her eyes to the ground.
The little girl glanced at her and said, "You go out, I can do it myself."
She doesn't like to be waited on.
Wu Mei always lowered her head: "Young master said, let Wu Mei help you change clothes, Wu Mei has to obey."
The tone is firm and cannot be refused.
The little girl bit her lip and hesitated whether to get up. The water was slowly getting colder.
I also saw Wu Mei standing there upright, not wanting to move at all.
She could only say softly: "Then you carry it and I'll come out."
She is also shy, and she doesn't have the nerve to come out like this, even if the other person is a woman.
Wu Mei heard this and turned around after a while.
When the little girl saw this, she stood up and walked out, quickly taking the clothes on the silver plate and putting them on.
Wu Mei turned around when she heard the voice and saw that she had already put on her pajamas.
It seems that there is really no need for her to serve.
Wu Mei lowered her head and retreated.
At the door, Junzi stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright moon. When he heard the movement, he turned around and saw Wu Mei coming out.
She lowered her head and bowed: "Sir, Miss Lan has finished bathing and dressing up."
Jun Ziqian nodded lightly: "Yes."
Wu Mei completed her task and retreated.
Jun Ziqian turned around and entered the house, and was startled when he saw the little girl sitting on the bed.
The little girl in front of her has slightly damp hair, and her whole body is like a newly bloomed hibiscus, containing dew, tender and flushed.
The peach and plum blossoms of Yaoyao are so beautiful that they are so beautiful that people are crazy about them.
The beauty is peerless, silent, yet charming.
"You..." Jun Ziqian suddenly spoke, and then stopped suddenly. His eyes were filled with confusion, and his gaze became more intense.
The impatience that had just been suppressed immediately aroused into thousands of waves.
It seemed that whenever anything related to her, he could never control himself, losing his mind and losing control of his emotions.
He couldn't help but feel helpless. He fell in love with this little girl, and it was as if he was obsessed with her.
"Brother Yanzhi, what's wrong with you?"
When the little girl saw that he didn't speak or move, she walked toward him doubtfully.
Standing in front of him, a pair of clear and beautiful eyes looked at him softly.
The candlelight casts slight shadows, and her approach and quiet look are so tender and touching.
Jun Ziqian met her eyes, and time seemed to have stopped...
Involuntarily, he reached out his hands and hugged the little girl's slender waist. The man's eyes were dark and dark.
He slowly lowered his head...
The four lips meet.
It has a dark fragrance like orchid and is as warm as honey.
From beginning to end, no matter what, it seems that as long as she makes a random move, he will fall into the abyss and it will not be a pity...
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
[ps: I’m late in typing today. I haven’t even reached 3,000 words yet. I’m crying~~]