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Chapter Eleven Hot Springs

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    Zi Ning was very fortunate that Yanji didn't ask her to wait on her when she took the bath today.

    Because she was full of unreasonable annoyance and embarrassment.

    He gave her a vacation and asked her to rest for a day, so Zining ran to the courtyard alone to soak in the stagnant milk spring.

    She can't swim, so she can only sit by the spring, soaking in the milky white spring water under her shoulders, her face is blood red from the hot water.

    She looked at the few stars in the sky.

    After a while, she muttered to herself: "My swordsmanship is too bad"

    He can't see it anymore, so he has to work hard.

    She raised her hand to look at her wrist, the delicate skeleton was covered with snow-white flesh, she bent it twice, and that hand was like a white lotus blooming quietly in the night.

    ? White, soft, not stained with dust.

    These hands can play more than a dozen musical instruments, and are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but they have only picked up a sword that can drink blood and kill people in the past year.

    sword

    She can do it too.

    The milk spring is what she has longed for for a long time, and it seems that it does have the effect of smoothing the skin, but after soaking for a while, she feels a little uneasy.

    It was getting late, and Yanji should have rested there too, and she might wake him up if she went back too late.

    Zi Ning came out of Ruquan in a hurry, wiped the balm and wrung out his hair, changed his clothes and ran all the way back to the main room, almost using light work.

    Fortunately, the light is still on.

    Qian Bi leaned over and whispered, "How is Ruquan?"

    Zi Ning froze for a moment: "Very good."

    It's strange, why didn't she dislike her coming back late

    Qian Bi waved her to let her in, and when she turned around, her eyes rolled over her half-wet hair.

    Zi Ning entered the room lightly and closed the door. Yan Ji was sitting on the couch with his legs bent, wiping his sword.

    Hearing her coming in, he moved his ears, but remained calm.

    He smelled the aroma keenly.

    It's not the same agarwood fragrance as him.

    What is the fragrance?

    He discerned while wiping the sword.

    Zi Ning saw that the bean light was faint, flickering in the lamp oil and almost submerged, and leaned over to cut the lamp flowers.

    The light illuminates half of Yan Ji's face, the outline is deep and handsome.  Because of the silence and self-sufficiency, it is even more mysterious.

    He doesn't look up.

    Zi Ning thought: Is it time for her to polish her sword

    Wipe the sword every day, and treat the sword as a lover, is the good master of the sword.

    He said he would give her a day off, but Yan Ji really didn't use her much.

    Zi Ning was just a decoration, watching him serve him, but he looked decent.

    Remembering that before Zi Ning, Yan Ji didn't allow others to serve her closely, but nothing went wrong, she shook her head in self-consciousness.

    She thought it would be impossible without her.

    Yanji went to the hot spring by himself in the afternoon.  However, within a long time, when it was time to go to bed at night, he felt a little uncomfortable.

    Zi Ning sized him up carefully, his eyes falling on the half of his forearm that was hanging down.  By the light of the oil lamp, she saw thin skin on her wrists and forearms, which was overdone.

    She understood immediately.  No one waited on him, and Yan Ji didn't know much about it. After soaking in the hot spring for so long, he didn't apply any ointment, so his skin was dry and itchy.

    It's rare to soak in a hot spring, and it's actually a crime.

    At night, he felt uncomfortable and couldn't sleep at all.

    "Master." Zining couldn't stand it anymore, and called him softly.

    Yanji looked down at her, subconsciously flicked her forearm.

    Itchy?

    Zi Ning felt it was funny, and sat up from the footrest: "Master, can I apply some grease for you?"

    Yanji frowned.

    He really went too far that day, he cut her off abruptly, and seeing her uneasiness, he avoided her and gave her a day off to dilute the matter so as not to arouse her fear and boredom.

    But since she took the initiative to come together again, the vacation should also be over.

    Yanji nodded slowly, sat up from the bed and looked at her.

    Ready to go to bed, she was walking around the house wearing only a thin coat.

    Zi Ning returned to him with a small white jade jar in his hand: "Master." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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