musicians of old

Chapter 388 The third movement The animals in the forest told me (1): The bath (two in one)

The banquet hall is filled with the aroma of delicacies, the mellow taste of wine and the fragrance of women.

Their sweet laughter is still chirping like birds.

Is being able to eat a problem?Or is overcooking food a problem?
What Fan Ning thought was a sense of disobedience just now, was a little uncertain in the blink of an eye.

Compared with the banquets I went to in the Northland, the richness of the food may be similar, but in the past it should be called "extravagance and waste". Those ladies would never take a second bite of each dish, but here they are It is really eating with relish, its delicate posture of small cuts and small bites of chewing is completely inconsistent with the speed of food consumption.
Fanning felt in a trance that he had returned to the time when he was fighting with his roommates in the cafeteria. Even then, the amazing speed of food processing could not be maintained for a long time.

On the other hand, he was sure that there was no element of performing the mystery here.

Fan Ning, who was not familiar with the layout of the villa, followed the other maids to get the bathrobes, and the female guests who had just finished enjoying the delicious food naturally left the table lazily.

"It is said that the troubadour, Mr. Scheler, is also staying in the Fox Lily Field for vacation." The beautiful woman with a round face and misty eyes raised an extended topic.

"The handsome foreigner who wrote "The Poem of Awakening"?" The short-haired lady stepped into her high heels and pulled up the slipped lace shawl.

"Ah."

"You don't expect him to sing for you with the guitar under the tower, do you?" A lady with flushed cheeks picked up a towel and wiped her sweaty delicate skin.

"Then I will definitely invite him to come in soon." The short-haired lady said.

"I wouldn't suggest that he continue holding that guitar!" The blue-eyed girl narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"Has anyone tried to give him gifts and court him in the past two days?"

"Me!" "I can try it tomorrow!"

"Miss Cuckoo, why not invite him to have dinner with us next time!"

"Are you talking about sharing meals or sharing baths?"

"My legs are so weak, help me up."

"Hee hee hee!..." The colorful birds booed.

Fan Ning, who had already left a few rooms away, still had his spiritual sense concentrated in this area. He felt that to some extent, there seemed to be similar hot topics in the girls' dormitory in the school in his previous life, and the scale may be different.

At this time, a girl in a white suspender dress asked Renilla for confirmation:

"Miss Cuckoo, it is said that he replaced the awakening song that your teacher Mr. Senessino originally planned to write for this summer?"

"It's not a bad thing." Miss Cuckoo smiled like a flower, "It shows that Mr. Scheler can also understand all this. The midsummer brought by him also includes infatuation and pleasure, appetite and thirst. A sensual feast of food and sex ends."

The content of the conversation was heard, and Fanning slowed down behind several maids, and finally rolled out a few small wheeled carts from the cloakroom, with colorful cotton towels and bathrobes on them.

"What do you mean I replaced Senessino?" Fan Ning thought in his mind during the implementation, "That is to say, the Joyful Listening Club is also trying to wake up this year's midsummer with a piece of work, but it is overwhelmed by my creative speed and rehearsal. in front?"

"Does this mean that there is some hidden impetus that caused the process to change? . But no, the underlying vocabulary of my "Wake Up Poetry" also contains 'Miss Scarlet' material, Renilla said I brought The coming summer has the same essence."

"Looking at it this way, it's not a variable, but on the contrary, even if I don't write "The Poem of Awakening", the Joyful Listening Club will fight to start this midsummer? On the contrary, after I wrote it, Joan got rid of 'Miss Scarlet' pollution, the strength of the latter cannot be better improved, I am afraid that some of their actions are not as easy as before."

"But I may also be affected by the invisible infection. This midsummer and the subsequent 'Flower Ritual' are somewhat suspicious. Those inexplicable bloody handprints inside the Qiming Church are an ominous omen. At the same time as the whereabouts of Vienne, we have to pay more attention to this aspect.”

"Fortunately, they thought that "The Poetry of Awakening" was all there was to it, but in fact it was just the beginning. No one can know my deep intentions now."

While thinking about it, Fan Ning followed the maid in front into a wide wooden door.

The hot and humid water vapor soaked through the whole body with a throbbing fragrance in an instant, as if breaking into a tender and restless dreamland of tenderness and sweetness.

This is a bathroom room that is nearly half the size of a basketball court. The owner of the villa should have opened up more than half of the rooms on the first floor, and equipped it with luxurious all-wooden facilities and decoration. Height-adjustable chaise longue and storage table.

Fan Ning suddenly felt that his investigation action plan for tonight had gone astray. If he suspected that the address of the villa was related to Viern, maybe he should act secretly first and search the archives or storage room?
Because he saw a few ladies and girls who moved faster, they had already taken off their dresses or pantyhose under the service of the maids, and their legs were step by step through the water and walked down the steps of the bath, leaving behind Like a tender white butterfly just emerging from its cocoon.

There were also no signs of altars, minerals, foundations, spells, etc., arranged for secret rituals. There were only piles of faded colorful clothes on the bank of the pool.

The air humidity is a bit high, the temperature is a bit high, the cheeks are a bit hot, and the scene is a bit difficult to advance and retreat.

Is it because the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" is so effective in controlling the color, light and shadow?
Don't let anyone know about this kind of thing...

Fan Ning sighed a little guilty, and pressed down with both hands to let the tires of the cart pass over the threshold.

Immediately, he stepped off his slippers, stepped onto the hot and humid wooden fence floor, and took a few steps forward bravely.

Suddenly, he felt a strange spiritual vibration coming from his right wrist.

"what!?"

The mutated thing is the purple strings wrapped in his sleeve, the extraordinary item that Joan once brought out from the "cracking field".

And the source of its spiritual vibration...

Fan Ning took a few steps forward calmly, bent over to pick up a large vat of colorful dried flowers, and imitated the maids' movements and poured them into the hot spring bath.

"Yeah~~~" The short-haired lady from before let out a cheery cry, and her naked body was thrown into the water from the bank one meter away from Fan Ning. The skin at the place is bright red in the snow-white.

Fanning kept his gaze as natural as possible, and he looked towards a place in the center of the bath slightly to the right.

In the spiritual sense, there are invisible ripples from bottom to top, from inside to outside, the light and shadow are blue, pink, light green, and mottled black and white, which are echoing with the purple strings on the wrist, one after another.

What's under the water?
Fan Ning was slightly startled, and without moving his expression, his eyes moved to the right again.

There, Renilla was sitting on the edge of the shore, not yet in the water, only her feet were soaked in the hot spring, and her scarlet toenails were jumping and fluctuating with the ripples.

"She is also at the seventh or eighth rank, so she didn't notice anything unusual? Could it be that what I observed was just what I felt, purely because of the extraordinary strings on her wrist?..."

Fan Ning continued to imitate the people around him as if nothing had happened, and poured a large barrel of wine into it. The rich and mellow aroma evaporated, and the amber liquid spread, and in a blink of an eye, a large pool of water was dyed light pink.

But when her gaze moved just now, she had already met Renilla's gaze. She smiled coquettishly and waved to Fan Ning:

"Come and help me undress."

Fanning had no choice but to put down the second raised barrel and walked over.

The other party turned around, stood up with his back to him, and straightened his wet wine red hair.

With a slight tug, the slipknot of the girdle was released, and with another snort, the silver chain on the side of the evening dress slid away from the waist, revealing a large piece of white snow, and the clothes and small pieces of fabric fell to the feet.

Then there is the tight steel buckle on the back.

"You are very slow in doing things today." Renilla scratched the petals floating in the bath with her feet.

"Sorry, Miss." Fan Ning's voice was also reproduced, looking straight at the back of her head, pressing and moving his fingers three times, so that a touch of wine-red gauze with lingering warmth and moisture fell to the ground.

This person is still too slow. If Miss Nightingale hadn’t planned to practice her skills to defeat her in the finals, grass would have grown on her grave...Fan Ning finally confirmed that his action was necessary. After that, those subtle psychological hesitation disappeared completely.

As a young man with a healthy body and mind, he was indeed a little thirsty on such occasions, but his reaction was not large, and his psychological desire was almost zero.

For him, the spiritual mutual attraction with the opposite sex is far greater than the animal instinct factors such as the flesh, or even if the latter erupts one day, it will always only exist as the result of the former reason—— In this sense, there may be quite a lot of truth in what he said to the girls in the caravan at the coconut crab dinner during the journey that day.

On such an occasion... the meaning of "pool" is so, it is just one of the mysteries reflected by the radiance.

After eating, the female guests bathed and played in the petal pool, while Fanning was thinking that he might have to wait for the people to disperse before taking a closer look at the underwater things.

Things on the mysterious side can eat people without spitting out their bones. This woman who intercepts the "seven blessings", collects "helpless blood" and leads private gatherings is definitely not a kind person. Ever since the opening of "Wake Up Song", Fanning always feels It seems that things around him have been pushed into an indescribably deeper state. "Miss Scarlet" and the suspicious "Apostle" may be affecting this year's midsummer, and there are some things that I have to find out more clearly.

The invisible light and shadow and ripples are still spreading.

It doesn't seem to be in the water, the source is deeper, maybe under the tiles on the bottom of the bathtub.

"These lights and shadows, the four phases of 'Jin', 'Cocoon', 'Chi', and 'Yan'? And the extraordinary string on my wrist that resonates at the source is 'Key', or the sound of D, so there are more of these in front of me." E, A, G, and B?" Fanning seemed to have vaguely guessed the direction.

He lowered his head and performed some repetitive movements of moving the bathware back and forth with his hands.

While thinking about it, several ladies had finished washing their hair, stood up from the bath, and began to clean off the petals on their skin.

The waiter puts on a soft cotton bathrobe, and then adjusts the lounge chair in the bath to the appropriate height.

They climbed up with cats on their bodies, lay down and turned around to make a comfortable sound, and adjusted their bodies to the most comfortable and stretched posture. The loose bathrobes were scattered or draped casually, revealing the white and delicate texture and crystal clear water drops .

The maids picked up the rose-colored vials from the storage table next to the lounge chairs, rubbed the essential oils in their palms, and then rubbed them gently on the bodies of the guests.

In the warm water vapor, Fan Ning smelled a secret and sweet fragrance, which was faint like a gossamer, but with an unbearable provocativeness, making people unable to help but peek at the scent that disturbs the senses. Instigator.

Perhaps in the place of origin in the southern country, this essential oil favored by high-class women has its own unique qualities, but Fan Ning has some doubts whether this is the "seven blessings" intercepted by Joyful Listening. At that time, the caravan counted gold coins as When handing over, he didn't check the shape of the thing contained in the small bottle.

"Come down and help me." Miss Cuckoo, who was lying with her pink bathrobe, spoke again.

Fanning's gaze fell to her chaise longue - there was also a rose-colored vial on the sideboard there.

He walked down the steps step by step, and the warm water carrying the petals gradually submerged between his thighs.

The things poured out there were different from what I expected, they were actually red crystals, bright and transparent like agate.

But as soon as they touched the palm of the hand, they began to melt, eventually turning into a small sticky red liquid.

It's like essential oils.

The strangely sweet fragrance is so close that the skin that touches it seems to dance with joy.

"From the back first."

Renilla gave instructions and rolled over on her stomach, flipping her bathrobe outward and upward.

She closed her eyes in enjoyment, the color under the curve was slightly rosy under the heat and humidity.

"What is this?" Fanning asked clapping his hands.

Renilla frowned, her personal maid seemed to be a little out of sorts today, she pulled her wet wine-red hair to one shoulder, and was about to ask aloud——

"Church inspection!"

"The people inside don't move, stop what you're doing!"

Two crisp female voices sounded one after the other.

The curtain between the large baths was lifted, and five female priests dressed as "Flower Touchers" rushed in, followed by a pretty and cool figure in a long brown dress.

The abnormal resonance fluctuation under the pool was still being sensed, and Fanning's pupils contracted undetectably a little.

Immediately, like other maids and most of the female guests, he stood in the water or on the shore blankly in a pitiful and helpless posture.

The leader who broke into the bathhouse was none other than Norma Gunn, Inspector General of the Special Inspection Office!
(End of this chapter)