Princess Yuhime

"Your Highness, it's time for you to take a bath."

"Ah."

Fuyue was clearly in a good mood, even until she got into the bath.

When Siyin came in with the pancreas in his hands, the scenery he saw could be described as happy.

The pool in Wutong Garden is as lawless as the master, so it has a very arrogant name, Yaotai Xianchi.

What is Yaotai Xianchi?

Taking white jade as the base, the sculpture is a flying dragon and a phoenix, which means riding a dragon and driving a phoenix, and I am the only one who respects me.

Pearls, tortoise shells, precious stones, and moonstones were inlaid around, for fear that what the master touched would not be worthy of her noble hands.

Needless to mention the incense in the hall, only the incense burner, His Highness Fuyue thought it was too small and unattractive, so he begged for a tripod, and had someone top it again. It is clear that this tripod was personally supervised by the founding emperor of the previous dynasty and engraved by himself, but now it is used as an incense burner for a fourteen-year-old doll.

"Siyin, help the hall to get up."

The sound of gold hitting jade buttons is nothing more than that, but because of the long soaking time, it is three points lazy and boneless.

Siyin quickly responded, walked to the pool in a few steps, took the silk from the maid next to her, and carried Fuyue out of the water.

The little maid was just transferred in, she was really curious, she secretly raised her eyes, and glanced at the little princess.

Leprechaun.

An unopened leprechaun.

The silk is big enough to cover Fuyue's whole body.

But a pair of jade feet fell outside, and the water droplets slipped from her feet, as if she was reluctant to give up and wanted to stay a little longer.

A section of fair calf was draped casually, exposing the slender ankle, just trying to cover it up, wanting to talk about it.

very beautiful.

The white jade-like skin looks even smoother after soaking in water. Just by looking at it, one can imagine how it feels to the touch.It is warm, delicate, and reluctant to part.Like a lover's gentle and delicate kiss, with a slightly higher body temperature, it hits the bottom of the heart.

Such an ankle should be tied with a chain, made of mithril, very thin, but with complicated and gorgeous patterns, pressing blue and purple marks on the delicate skin.It makes people look unbearable, but ready to move.

It's a bird in a cage.

Lock the delicate bird in a gorgeous golden cage, singing in all kinds of ways, all kinds of tactful, only I can see.Let others get what they want, toss and turn.

"Ling Ling?"

"Ah?" Lingling just came back to her senses and realized that she was so engrossed in watching Princess Fuyue that she forgot to hand over the second piece of silk.

Fuyue was still leaning softly and bonelessly in Siyin's arms, with a smile that was not a smile, "Who gave you the courage to look directly at the hall?"

"..." Ling Ling was quick-witted and knelt on the ground, "I don't know what to do for a while, but I feel that there is a fairy spirit around His Highness, and it is matched with His Highness's fairy face, as if I want to fly. The son fell into the gods and delayed the important event, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

"Tsk, what I said, my hall loves to hear it. Thank you!"

Ling Ling narrowly escaped from death, quickly thanked her, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, but did not notice Si Yin's cold eyes.

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"Siyin, be gentle." Fuyue's eyes and brows were full of spring, and her voice seemed to have a hook, sweet to the bottom of my heart.

Anyway, Si Yin shook his hand and almost poured the whole box of ointment on Fu Yue.

Fuyue lay on the bed with her back to Siyin, unaware of the inner activities of the person behind her, she just squinted her eyes comfortably like a cat whose fur has been brushed.

"Your Highness," Si Yin's subordinates kept moving, the softness in his voice didn't match the coldness on his face, "Recently, you like Miss Su very much?"

"Ah," Fuyue agreed, "she is very interesting, and she is kind to this hall. Naturally, this hall will treat her a little more favorably."

"That's right, but..." Si Yin stopped his voice suddenly, and the unfinished meaning in his tone was obvious.

"but what?"

"It's nothing, this servant just remembered that Ms. Su is still unmarried. No wonder the Holy Majesty hasn't come here very much recently."

"..."

Fuyue remained silent for a while, "Go down first, Siyin."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The author has something to say:

Si Yin was a little jealous, secretly rubbed Miss Heisu

Siyin, you will be punished like this hehehe

thanks for reading, bows