The word "lonely man and woman" is always easy to make people unconsciously associated with "dry fire".

Therefore, Fenghua's kind suggestions were rejected by His Majesty the Emperor without any mercy:

"No, I'll do it myself."

However, the cumbersome palace outfits of the concubines are no less than the imperial dragon robe. When they get wet, they become wrinkled into a ball.

Usually, two palace maids have to serve you from the side. Now let His Majesty the Emperor come alone...

Well, I was in a hurry.

Finally, I took off my wet and heavy palace clothes, leaving only my close-fitting clothes...

At this time, Feng Chaoge received a burning gaze.

When he turned his head, he saw Fenghua had already sat in Fontainebleau Pool at some point.

There were fiery red rose petals floating on the milky white soup spring, and the faint white heat that lingered and raised up set off a touch of charm like a demon between the man's eyebrows and eyes for no reason.

Hell.

It's obviously my face!

Feng Chaoge frowned and ordered, "You, turn your head away."

Fenghua sat in the hot spring with a leisurely leisurely look, and saw inadvertently his eyes, his Majesty, his Majesty, looked suspiciously and scorching ears...

Suddenly, he raised his delicate eyebrows.

She turned her gaze casually and stopped looking at Feng Chaoge.

Seeing this, Feng Chaoge's tense body suddenly relaxed.

At the same time, I was extremely puzzled.

He was obviously used to being served by palace servants since he was a child, and there must be someone around him when changing clothes, but he was so nervous when he was looked at by Hua Yunluo just now?

However, I felt a little relieved.

In the middle of this breath, Feng Chaoge was raising his hand to take off his inner clothes...

I heard the slightest and luxurious voice that was dyed with heat and was a bit lazy and luxurious, and heard casually:

"I have told the emperor many times, but there is really no need to be shy. I just look at my own body."

“…”

Feng Chaoge didn't say anything.

Faced with Fenghua's frequent teasing, His Majesty the Emperor was able to calm down... What a ghost!

If possible, he promised not to wash her!

The Fontainebleau hot spring bath is very spacious, and Feng Chaoge slowly sat down on the other side that was far away from Fenghua.

The white smoke rose around the hot air, blurring the faces of the two.

Soak in the hot spring and drink a glass of sake.

The cold air inside the body of the Pearl Lake in Ming Garden faded away little by little. Not long after, the cold body began to warm up, and the wine was gradually steamed...

Feng Chaoge's beautiful face was fainted with a hint of crimson, and his blond was as red as drunk.

At this time, he heard Fenghua's tone elongate his tone and shouted lazily: "Do you need me to wipe your body for you?"

"..." Feng Chaoge of course refused, "No need!"

Fenghua curled her lips and smiled: "But... I need it."

The words fell.

She stood up and walked slowly towards the phoenix and Ge step by step from the Fontainebleau bathhouse with fiery red rose petals.

Feng Chaoge couldn't help but retreat until the smooth pool wall was pressed against his back.

"Bold! If you want to pass by, you call the palace servant in. You dare to imagine that I will serve you. Hua Yunluo, don't be arrogant because of your favor..."

A dying person...

There is so much nonsense.

Her Majesty's white and slender fingers gently lifted Feng Chaoge's delicate jaw, bent her lips slightly, and asked casually:

"Is the emperor more bold?"

As he said that, before Feng Chaoge could answer, Fenghua lowered his head and kissed him!

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