There is a hot spring pool in Fuzhong.
It's just that this hot spring pool is strange enough, no water flows out in summer, only in spring, autumn and winter.
Previously, this pool had not yet stored water, but Tang Yang reported two days ago that water had begun to leak from the spring and the hot spring pool had also begun to store water.
Because of her previous injuries, Yu Wenhao didn't bring her here, and she was really bothered by the case.
Today, the big stone fell, and both of them were stinking. It is best to wash them with running hot spring water.
The hot spring is located at the back of Xiaoyue Pavilion. There are two Quanyantongs, very close to each other. The pool built is not too small, about half the size of a room.
Yuan Qingling glanced at it. The hot spring has a name, "Ghost Pool".
She laughed, "Why is it called Ghost Pool? This name is terrifying." She had no impression of this hot spring, so the original owner didn't know.
That's right, the original owner has never been to Xiaoyue Pavilion after he has been married for so long, so he definitely didn't know.
"Because this pool is full of weirdness, when there is a lot of rain in the summer, there is no spring water flowing out, and the autumn and winter are dry, and the water is gurgling. Do you think it is a ghost pool?" Yu Wenhao smiled.
He took the clothes in the hand of the maid and closed the door easily. Lu Ya and Qi Luo were waiting outside.
There is a closet and a screen next to the hot spring. Yu Wenhao puts clean clothes on the screen. There is a pearl embedded on the wall. No candles or lanterns are needed, and it is enough for lighting.
It's just that there is not enough light, especially the mist from the hot springs rises, and the light envelopes the mist, making it even more hazy.
It's very romantic and comfortable here.
Yuan Qingling asked casually: "This is a good place. I don't know how many women have been brought here?"
Yu Wenhao took off the clothes on her shoulders, "There are also several, do you want to count them down?"
He looked at the wound on his shoulder, the wound had healed, and the flooding should not be a big problem.
Yuan Qingling said: "Okay, you count and I listen."
Yu Wenhao's eyes straightened, "Okay, let's get into the water first and tell you slowly."
"Look at it? I dug out your eyeballs." Yuan Qingling's face became hot, fiercely at him.
Yu Wenhao's eyes darkened, "Are you willing?"
He opened his hands and "take off his clothes."
"You have a hand injury? There is still a wounded person who will serve you." Yuan Qingling said angrily, but his hands clung to his neckline.
"Will it? Untie the belt first." Yu Wenhao leaned over and kissed her lips. He was already anxious if he didn't touch her for a few days.
Originally, I only planned to kiss lightly first. This was the touch of my lips, and the fire suddenly burned up, holding her hard, almost pressing her into her body.
Yuan Qingling was triumphant and intrigued by his kiss, her body became weak and her breathing became short.
However, she pushed away sensibly, "My whole body smells bad, so I wash it first."
"No, I'm stinky anyway." Yu Wenhao's lips had spread to the collarbone, and went down.
"No," Yuan Qingling didn't have any strength to resist, instead, it seemed like half pushing and half pushing.
However, remembering that she had touched a corpse, the smell of corpse all over her body, she suddenly became sober, "Let go first, I can't concentrate, my mind is full of the giant view of the corpse."
Yu Wenhao let go of her reluctantly, speaking of the corpse, really lost interest.
Xi Xi took off her clothes and took off herself by the way, and the two of them got into the water.
Surrounded by the warm water, with the smell of sulfur, Yuan Qingling only felt that her whole body suddenly relaxed from the heel to the scalp.
She sighed comfortably.
Yu Wenhao covered her body and walked around to wash her hair.
Her hair was black and supple, and her shawl fell down. After being wet, it resembled a black cloud satin, soft and silky to the touch.
Yu Wenhao took the hair shampoo and rubbed it gently, crossing the hair with his fingers, and pressing it down with his fingertips. Yuan Qingling sighed, if he doesn’t mix with Jingzhao Mansion, he can still do a shampoo. .
She raised her lips slightly, enjoying this intimacy.
Especially, he even washed her hair, which surprised her.
After all, from the first day he appeared in her life, he had been overbearing, brutal and cold.
Who thought it turned out to be a warm man with a big golden hair
"Talk about your women!" Yuan Qingling closed his eyes and said.
"No, coax you!" Yu Wenhao smiled.
Yuan Qingling said, "I don't believe it, it's not the first time for you."
Yu Wenhao's face flushed, but fortunately Yuan Qingling turned her back to him and didn't see it.
"Who said no?" He defended weakly.
Yuan Qingling turned and looked at him, "I said no, I am purely curious, I won't be really jealous, you said, what happened the first time?"
Yu Wenhao avoided her gaze, "Why do you ask this? What is there to ask?"
"It's just curiosity, I want to hear it, just say it quickly." Yuan Qingling wrapped his hands around his neck, actually with a somewhat coquettish tone.
"Don't tell me!" Yu Wenhao twisted her body and continued to wash her hair.
Yuan Qing sighed lightly, "I thought the husband and wife could confess everything, but I didn't expect you to hide it from me."
She took a step forward and kept a distance from him, "I'll just wash it myself, don't bother you."
Yu Wenhao hugged her and stuck her head out of her face, "Are you angry?"
"No, I just don't think we can be honest enough. I told you everything, even the medicine box, but you don't even want to tell me." Yuan Qingling's voice was a little sad.
"How is this the same?"
Yuan Qingling said, "I said I'm not angry."
"Then you promise." Yu Wenhao twisted her body, "you promise you can't be angry with me, you can't be jealous."
"I promise!" Yuan Qingling raised his hand to swear.
Yu Wenhao took her hand down, hugged her in front of her, and said, "Okay, let me tell you, there is actually nothing to say. Every prince who reaches the age of sixteen has someone to teach him about bedclothes. I picked a maid who was good looking and sent it to my dormitory to be instructed by the teacher."
Yuan Qingling asked: "Then what is the name of this palace lady?"
"Pear!"
Yuan Qingling said, "Li'er, it's no wonder you like to eat pears so much. That's why."
"Where is it because of this?" Yu Wenhao said angrily, "If I didn't mention it, I would have forgotten this pear."
"What about after this pear? Didn't you follow you out of the house?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"I didn't leave the house, I just waited in my palace for a few days, and then sent away." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling let out a cry, slowly breaking away his hand, "How many days? Then have you been happy these few days?"
"I don't remember." Yu Wenhao looked at her suddenly indifferent face, frowning lightly, "I'm so angry."
"Don't be angry, who is angry?" Yuan Qingling showed a big prickly smile, and her eyes narrowed. "Don't think too much about it. If you really don't get angry, isn't it just teaching the court lady? It's normal."
"Then what are you hiding?" Yu Wenhao handed her over, and her lips were printed. Yuan Qingling lowered her head to avoid it. "Wait a minute, I will wash my hair first."
She dived into the water, her hair floating on the water, and she didn't move for a long time.
She was so angry that she was about to explode.
How many days? Why don't you go to heaven? Does it take a few days to be sensible? You understand it once, no, you don't need it once, it's nature, instinct.
No need for anyone to teach.