Immediately I saw ahead of the winding cobblestone path, some light mist spreading outward from the heel...

Zhao Rong frowned, and sure enough, after walking dozens of steps, he faintly heard the sound of gurgling spring water, and there were also some small streams on the roadside, in the opposite direction to him.

After a while, at a corner of the cobblestone path, the young Confucian scholar quietly stopped.

With a slightly cautious look on his face, he took advantage of the corner and looked inside the corner.

Not far away, there is a spring filled with hot mist, which is surrounded by ingenuity and built into a... luxurious and classic bathing pool.

It occupies a huge area, and the mist is shrouded in mist.

It's like a fairyland on earth.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

Could it be that he came to the place where a lonely woman was bathing?

Good guy, who the hell can tell from the outside that there is a secret inside this garden? Um, can't you hang a sign outside...

Zhao Rong was speechless and glanced subconsciously.

In the field of vision, there is a gorgeous pavilion, located not far from the bathing pool. It has nine very high steps and a classical style. The hazy water mist can only spread to the level of the last step.

However, the next second, Zhao Rong's pupils shrank slightly.

In the pavilion at this moment, in addition to the small stone table with snacks and fruits in the center, there was also a rosewood beauty couch, which was luxurious and simple. What caught Zhao Rong's attention even more was a graceful and charming figure lying on her side.

On the beauty's couch.

The woman was only wearing a snow-white light gauze dress, with her beautiful back facing towards Zhao Rong, and her beautiful black and waist-length hair, which was wet and gathered up in front of her left shoulder.

She tilted her head to the left, holding a delicately embroidered towel in her hand, carefully wiping her black hair.

On the beauty couch, there is a sultry scene of a peerless beauty lazily wiping her black hair after taking a bath.

Zhao Rong could tell who this woman was at a glance.

He had seen this very pretty back of the woman that day when he was at the mourning hall of the late Emperor Dali, but it had a profound impact on her.

Right now, she is no longer wearing mourning clothes, but a slightly see-through snow-white gauze dress...

Zhao Rong secretly thought something was wrong.

Although he is here to see her now, but... what the hell are you taking a bath at noon? Aren't you asking me to take a shower? Also, you don't have a single ghost in the whole palace. Could it be that... it's a special habit?

, or do you want to do something secretly?

Although Zhao Rong felt a little panicked and couldn't help but complain wildly, he quickly withdrew his gaze and took a step back silently as soon as he saw the situation clearly.

Don't look at anything inappropriate.

The young Confucian scholar muttered silently, moved lightly, and turned around slowly.

"You came?"

A sweet voice as crisp as a silver bell sounded in the silent garden.

It was Dugu's voice, but compared with the previous voices in formal occasions, the ending was soft and long.

Less dignified and serious, more soft and charming.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and his steps were stuck.

He slowly turned back and looked around.

In the entire forest garden bathhouse, there were only Dugu and him.

"Why are you still hiding it? Come out quickly."

Zhao Rong frowned and did not move at the corner.

He deliberately held his breath and waited quietly.

However, after a while, there was still silence in the garden. Except for Zhao Rong, no stranger came out.

"Um?"

It seemed that the man was disobedient, so Dugu made a nasal noise in dissatisfaction.

The young Confucian scholar reluctantly walked out of the corner and appeared.

With her back to Zhao Rong, Dugu was lying on her side on the beauty's couch. While wiping her long hair, she snorted, "Humph, now you are bolder."

"…………"

Zhao Rong looked around, good guy, it seemed that he was really talking to him.

Did she know he was coming? Someone informed her? But this occasion seems a bit inappropriate...

The young Confucian scholar shrank a little, slowed down and walked towards the pavilion.

"Okay, come here quickly. It's over early. You should go back quickly. You took a lot of risks by coming here to meet this time."

Dugu stopped wiping her hair and shook her head.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He walked up the steps and came to the side of the beauty's couch.

Why does it feel like having an affair?

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, resisting looking at her graceful figure, covering his mouth and preparing to cough.

However, Dugu suddenly said: "Help me wipe my hair first."

She looked back at the towel in her hand, which contained a colorful ribbon.

Zhao Rong picked it up subconsciously and said blankly:

"This...is not good"

"???"

Dugu's body trembled violently and she fell from the beauty's couch.

The beauty's couch overturned.

Zhao Rong stepped forward to help him.

"you you……"

Dugu Shi suddenly looked back, kicked her jade legs and stepped back, very shocked.

What really happened was that somewhere on the overturned beauty's bed, she kicked it through. There seemed to be a hidden compartment inside, which made a few clanging sounds.

Several objects were dropped from it.

Zhao Rong and Dugu's attention was attracted and they turned around to look.

What fell inside turned out to be several jade products, shaped a bit like... a man's phallus, and there were some among them.

Dugu: "…………"

Zhao Rong: “…………”

Dugu also widened her beautiful eyes,

"This..." Zhao Rong looked up blankly, looking at the woman in front of him who was as beautiful as a fairy, and took a deep breath.

Good guy.

The woman said shyly: "This... this... no... is not mine!"
Chapter completed!