Chapter 13 Bathing

His Majesty waited for a long time, but Shen Yan had not finished choosing. He looked over curiously, but saw him sitting in front of the dressing table with a strange look on his face.

"Zhiyu, why are you blushing for no reason?"

Shen Yan suddenly came back to his senses.

He coughed lightly to cover his disordered heartbeat, and glanced to the side.

"It's hot."

After saying that, he raised his hand to signal: "That's it, Your Majesty, I'll take my leave."

Shen Yan strode out of the room, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

Then, he stared at the jade bracelet in his hand.

It's not enough.

Although Ning Yuan's jewelry is as unpresentable as she is, if he wants to reward her in the name of His Majesty, but only gives her this bracelet, what's the difference between him and her?

How could he be a petty person like her?

"Mingjue, find something for me, no matter how much it is, the sooner the better."

*

Ning Yuan had just returned when she was called by Shen Heng to go shopping in the market. When she returned with a full load, the moon was already above the treetops.

She saw Shen Heng holding a tray covered with gauze with a beaming smile, and said mysteriously: "Miss, guess what this is?"

"Your Majesty's reward?" She thought for a moment.

"Miss is really smart!"

In the end, she made a contribution. Because of the theater incident, everyone now praises His Majesty for not forgetting the safety of the people and being a wise ruler who loves the people.

Shen Heng took her out and had already covered all her expenses. She was also worried that her benefits would be divided up by others, so she quietly told her that His Majesty had already given a reward to the Ning Mansion, and told her not to forget to ask her father for it, and specifically reminded her to wait until Ming Wei was not around.

As the Empress, Shen Heng could only give some advice and could not forcefully interfere in the family affairs of the officials of the previous dynasty.

Ning Yuan thought, the Empress is much better than Shen Yan!

If she were a man and was betrothed to herself, I think she would not be so opposed to the marriage between Shen and Ning.

Pulling her thoughts back to her senses, Ning Yuan stroked the smooth silk cloth and said with emotion, "Where did the sun come from? They are willing to take the initiative to share a piece with me."

"How could that be? These things were delivered personally by the attendants around His Majesty, not by the Madam and the others." Zhuo Xing curled her lips, "Miss, come and take a look."

Ning Yuan lifted the silk cloth, but saw only two things lying inside: a white jade bracelet and a jadeite flute.

"Besides these, there is also a large plate of gold ingots!" Shouxing said enviously, "It's enough for ordinary people to see several times."

Ning Yuan nodded and praised, "I didn't expect that the usually ostentatious Majesty would be so practical this time."

The current Majesty always likes to treat every meritorious official with care, and always feels that rewarding money is perfunctory. He must personally select the reward before he feels at ease, so he threw the sachet on the stage.

I think it was because of this time's coincidence that it almost led to a tragedy that he only chose these two things to reward her, and the rest of the reward became gold ingots.

For the Ningguo Mansion, which is not short of money, these treasures are naturally not as valuable as the things chosen by His Majesty.

But for Ning Yuan, compared with the novelties that she can't keep, these slightly more practical things are just the right gifts.

The bracelet is warm in color, and the jade flute is crystal clear. They are reflected together under the candlelight, with clear cold and warm.

She picked up the flute and played with it for a moment. She saw that the tassel of the flute was also exquisite, with a lifelike white plum blossom tied on the vermilion thread.

Ning Yuan remembered the sword flower that was blooming at her side at that time.

Those slender jade hands held memorials and books in the court debate, and held the lives and deaths of others in the gloomy hell.

No matter what he holds, it is always appropriate.

She inadvertently lowered her head and glanced at her plump figure.

...

Except for this, this is very inappropriate. She stretched her lazy

waist. She wanted to go to the warm pool again, but she was afraid of meeting someone "coincidentally" again, so she changed her mind immediately.

"Zhuxing, prepare water, I want to take a bath."

The warm water covered her ankles and calves. Ning Yuan slowly squatted down and curled up in the water. In the end, only a few bubbles remained on the water surface.

It's all Shen Yan's fault. It's all his fault for hiding her underwear!

On the other side, Shen Yan, who had just finished his work and had dinner, frowned. With a "click", the round and elastic fish balls fell back into the clear soup with a few green onions.

He put down his chopsticks and said to Ming Jue, "Change to something else, anything is fine."

Ming Jue was very puzzled: "What's wrong? Sir, this is the fish ball soup you always like, fresh and light, the most delicious."

Shen Yan stared at the fish balls floating in the soup, and felt that the fish balls had grown a pair of black and white eyes, blinking at him in the mist.

In a trance, it seemed that the fragrance of a young girl's bath floated over with the water vapor.

"Sweet and greasy." He pursed his thin lips slightly, looking a little unhappy, "Change to anything else, I don't want to eat this." Ming Jue's

face fell for a rare time: "Sir, if you are dissatisfied with your subordinates, you can just say it directly, there is no need to be so difficult."

Shen Yan looked at him puzzled.

"I watched the chef at the inn make this fish ball soup myself. It was a normal process. The shrimp oil was stir-fried with prawns, and only salt and pepper were used for seasoning. There was no sugar, honey, or lard. How could it be so sweet?"

...

It was difficult to explain this to him.

Shen Yan raised his eyes and said, "None of this matters. What matters is that you can just change the food now."

"I can't change it." Ming Jue said unhappily.

There was a moment of silence in the room. Shen Yan looked at the fish balls in front of him, and Ning Yuan's thoughts while taking a bath echoed in his mind.

At this moment, she was putting her hands on her shoulders: "That pervert Shen Yan must have seen this, wuwuwu."

Ming Jue at the side summoned up the courage to speak again: "Sir, this is outside, not at home. The chef is paid for his job and didn't sign a contract with us. It's curfew outside and the kitchen has been closed. I really have no choice."

"Don't you see what time it is now? It's because you didn't have time to eat. Ordinary people would have bathed and fallen asleep long ago."

Bathing and falling asleep... That woman is indeed like this now.

Shen Yan exhaled lightly and said, "That's it, you can leave."

Ming Jue stood still.

"...Why don't you leave?"

"Don't I know you? If I leave, you will never touch this bowl of fish ball soup again."

"When I came, my wife asked me to keep an eye on you and make sure you eat every meal raw. You can't be full at one meal or hungry at another."

"You don't want me to be punished by the family when my wife asks about it, right?"

...

Shen Yan hesitated and picked up the chopsticks. Just as he picked up the fish ball in the soup, a soft call like a moan came to his mind at the right time.

"Ah..."

Ning Yuan took a breath of cool air and pulled her arms in the bathtub. She saw a dark blue spot on her fair and tender skin.

It must be because she was lazing in the warm bath that day and saw the ghost-like Shen Yan, and accidentally bumped into the stone wall.

It was really unlucky.

The ebony chopsticks loosened slightly, and Shen Yan stared at the snow-white fish balls in the soup.

The fish balls were tender and a shallow mark was left by the chopsticks.

Shen Yan knew that he could probably not eat this bowl of soup anymore.

Otherwise, what was the difference between eating Ning Yuan mouthful by mouthful and drinking her bath water?

He held back the hunger in his stomach and sighed softly.

"Forget it, I really don't want to eat."

"Young Master, what happened to make you so disgusted?"

Shen Yan opened his mouth several times, and finally said: "There is indeed something confusing."

He cleared his throat and emphasized in a natural manner: "But it's not my business."

"I have a friend who accidentally picked up his enemy's underwear, and then kindly put it in the room for a night. When his enemy found out, he thought he was after him."

"Ah, this..." Ming Jue shook his head, "Young Master, your friends are nothing more than His Majesty and General Pei..."

"You don't have to guess who it is."

Shen Yan interrupted Ming Jue's admirable imagination.

"Oh... Being mistaken for love by the old enemy in your heart is really a loss of appetite."

"Such an absurd thing is probably just like the young master accidentally picking up Miss Ning's underwear and she mistakenly thought that you secretly hid it."

"If this happened to you, what would you do? Just tell your friend the same way."

"..."

Shen Yan secretly bit his back teeth.

"I'm going to the desk to read the official newspaper for a while, don't disturb me."

Shen Yan stood up and wanted to go to the desk.

The fish ball soup was placed alone on the table. Ming Jue smelled the aroma of the ingredients floating in the air and looked at his young master in confusion.

It's obviously delicious?

Ming Jue's lower abdomen cried out unwillingly.

"Then how about I eat it..." he asked tentatively.

Shen Yan paused, his handsome face immediately turned cold. After a moment, he warned Ming Jue: "Don't covet it."

Ming Jue stared at the chopped green onions in the bowl, very confused.

The young master has become more and more stingy recently.

Isn't it just a bowl of fish ball soup?

Can the word "covet" be used?

He grew up with him since childhood, is he so unsophisticated?

Forget it, it's probably because the young master spent almost all the banknotes he brought today, so he is so embarrassed.

After all, he is his own young master, of course he will forgive him.

Shen Yan sat in front of the desk, holding a few pages of court reports in his hands, and he was as upright as usual.

But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are not on the black and white words, but his face is slightly sullen and his heart is burning.

For him, in the first 19 years of his long life, the people he met were only divided into two kinds. Those

he wanted to protect, and those he wanted to get rid of.

As for whether they were male or female, it was not so clear-cut.

So when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Ning Yuan naked in the warm pool that day, he didn't think she was so special. She

just has two eyes, a mouth, two arms and two legs.

At most, she is more pleasing to the eye than others.

But why does she have such a rich inner drama? She

never stops even when bathing.

Every word she said seemed to deliberately lead him to pay close attention to the differences between her figure and his.

For example, the soft and tender skin that seemed to be broken by a breath, the waist that could be held in one hand, the delicate collarbone with water droplets, and the wet black hair that was drawn on the round buttocks... Every

detail was tempting him to recall what he saw that day.

So, her appearance gradually became clear in his mind, and her every frown and smile was so vivid that it was hard to describe. It was not

until Ning Yuan finished bathing and fell asleep that the inexplicable restlessness in his heart gradually subsided.

Shen Yan lay down with his clothes on, ignoring the hunger in his stomach, closed his clear and elegant eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Until a slender and soft hand was placed on his shoulder, wetting his clothes.

He looked to the side, and the smoky veil slipped off a little, just revealing her slender white wrist.

The girl naturally climbed up his shoulders, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked at him with her clear eyes, and opened her pink lips with moisture, timidly calling, "Brother Zhiyu."