Qing Hui blinked, realizing what he had bumped into, and turned around quickly.

She originally thought that even an emperor like Xue Yin should have palace attendants to take bath.

She didn't expect to be so embarrassed.

Fortunately, she is no longer as twitchy as she was on the first day she came to Xiliang.

At that time, I was still a little mentally unstable.

It’s gotten a lot better these days.

At least I can control my behavior a little bit.

Aoki coughed awkwardly, estimated the distance between her and the edge of the bath, and moved over in small steps. When she was about to step on the edge of the bath, she stopped, stretched her hand back, and shook.

Shake the leaves in your hand,

"Your Majesty, I will give you two more leaves today. What do you think?"

She hinted so clearly, he should understand what she meant, right?

The air was quiet for a while.

Qing Hu heard the sound of water coming from behind.

She could feel Lian Xueyin walking towards her.

Qing Hui placed her other hand on her heart. It was strange. This body obviously had no heart, so why did she feel so inexplicably nervous?

Could it be that you are nervous about asking for help?

No, no, the bath must be too big, which makes the room a little hot.

She must have been heated.

As Qing Hui thought this, she felt a hand reach out and her fingers touched hers.

That tension came out again.

She subconsciously clenched the leaves in her hands.

The hand fell on the leaf and gently pulled it without moving.

Then he held her wrist and almost wrapped her whole hand in his palm.

I wonder if his palms are too warm.

Her legs suddenly became weak and her foot slipped.

The whole person fell into the back without any precautions.

It fell into the water with a "plop" sound.

She closed her eyes nervously.

But I felt like I was hanging in the water.

She hurriedly opened her eyes and saw a thin and strong arm tightly clasping her waist.

She was held in his arms.

In order to go out to the banquet today, she wore a very luxurious palace dress, which was layered in layers, but it was made of gauze fabric as thin as cicada wings. When it got into the water, it got completely wet in an instant and stuck to her body.

Qing Hua moved uncomfortably.

She struggled to break free from his arms, but she felt that the person behind her was holding her waist harder.

"Your Majesty," Qing Hui twisted again, "Can you..."

Just as she was about to say, can you let go of me, she noticed something was wrong behind her, and something hot burned on her leg, like a fire.

Qing Hui frowned, she knew very well that she was half a doctor in her previous life.

Just...

It’s just...Is this, is this reasonable?

Qing Hua felt a little empty-headed for a moment.

Didn't he say, didn't he say it himself, that he, he was physically ill and had no intention of marrying?

Then, then...then what is he doing?

Qing Hui's whole body froze, but she wanted to escape from his arms awkwardly and nervously, grabbing his arm and trying to push him away.

As soon as I let go of my hand, the three hidden leaves floated on the water.

Bright red and gorgeous.

She heard Lian Xueyin's clear and deep voice asking in her ear,

"Three slices?"

What I just handed him was two pieces.

Qing Hua: "..."

Is this a matter of how many pieces?

Isn’t this a question that you should let go of me now?

Qing Hui stretched out her foot to step on him, but then she realized that she had been lifted up by him, and she couldn't reach his feet at all.

"Your Majesty," Qing Hui dug his arm with her fingers, "Can you let go of me first?"

Lian Xueyin was silent for a moment and let go of her.

Qing Hua was about to breathe a sigh of relief, and then his feet slid down.

She can’t swim!

How deep is this pool?

Qing Hui hurriedly reached out and hugged Lian Xueyin, leaning against him, grabbing his waist and trying to climb up.

"Your Majesty," Lian Xueyin's voice became hoarse, "don't move."

Qing Huan realized what she was doing and was completely embarrassed. Her whole face turned red. She couldn't help but mutter, "You, you said you don't need to stay in bed..."

Lian Xueyin clasped her waist, leaned forward slightly, put her back against the wall of the bathtub, held her chin, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Qing Hua closed her eyes subconsciously.

Her consciousness was a little confused. On the one hand, she thought that she would not suffer even if Xueyin was so good-looking. On the other hand, it seemed inappropriate to think so. She only had physical reactions, no heart and no emotions. She and His Majesty, at most,

A romantic marriage.

His gentle breath fell on her lips.

Intertwined with her breath.

But the imaginary kiss did not fall.

She quietly opened her eyelids.

But before she could see Lian Xueyin's eyes clearly, Lian Xueyin's hand, which was on her chin, was raised to cover her eyes, blocking her sight.

"Your concubine, I am destined to have a short life, it is not impossible."

"When you are in the arms of the widow, please be more at ease."

"Otherwise..."

Qing Hui covered her eyes with him, and when she heard him say that she was destined to die, she couldn't help but think of that time when they first met him. He was covered in wounds and was in a daze all day like a wooden man. At that time, the master told her that His Majesty's destiny has been determined, and the hexagrams will not be born.

.

She felt pity for His Majesty at that time.

I wonder if when Master told her this, he also wanted to tell her that she, too, had her destiny determined and her fortunes calculated, but there was no chance of survival.

Three years after her death, Master's black hair turned mostly gray.

I don’t know if it’s a feeling of sorrow for sharing the same fate, but Qing Hu suddenly felt a little sad.

She wanted to comfort him for a moment, but she didn't know how to comfort him, so she blurted out,

"What else?"

Lian Xueyin's arm holding her waist tightened again. After a moment, he removed the hand covering her eyes, passed through her arms, picked her up and carried her to the shore.

"Go outside and clean up, wait for me for a while."

He whispered.

Qing Huan's face turned hot, and she regretted saying the wrong thing. Was he asking her to go to bed and wait?

Then...why are you so embarrassed?

Should she go or not?

Qing Hui got up slowly and walked out quickly, took off her wet clothes in his bedroom, took the ill-fitting pajamas handed over by the palace maid, wrapped them in them, and let the palace maid dry her hair, and then

He slowly climbed onto Lian Xueyin's dragon bed, pulled the quilt and rolled himself in.
To be continued...