Donggong Zhangjiao

Chapter 17 One step closer

Fang Yun was really surprised.

Wasn't Zhou Shuren watching the sunset with him, why did he think of her again?

But he was muttering in his heart, so he hurriedly changed his clothes, tidied up and left.

When he came, the dinner had just been served, and the servant girl brought water for Pei Yao to wash his hands.

After Fang Jun saluted, he went over to take the handkerchief and waited on him himself.

At this time, I also smelled a faint mint aroma in the room, which was the spice in her purse.

Presumably it was Hong Zheng who used it.

"Have you had a good rest in the afternoon?" Pei Yao suddenly joked.

Fang Jun's face turned reddish, "I took a nap for half an hour."

"Next time if you feel sleepy again, just tell Gu, don't hold on." Pei Yao smiled, and walked to the dining table to sit down, "Your spice mix is ​​good, what did you use?"

Seeing that he didn't bother to mention the nap time, Fang Yun didn't mention it, and only answered his words.

"I put white sandalwood, chamomile, forsythia, peppermint, plum blossoms and lotus on my body. These things have a fresh smell, relieve heat and irritability, and can refresh the mind. They are most suitable for summer use."

"Gu didn't know that you could still make fragrances."

Pei Yao glanced at him.

Fang Yun calmly explained.

"The concubine's aunt likes these. When I was young, I taught the concubine several practical prescriptions. Later, I fumbled and improved a little, but I only know these daily use. I don't know anything else. It can be regarded as only Through fur."

Being able to perfume is a mixed blessing for her.

It's a good thing to be able to use these small crafts to make tricks, but in the palace, the use of spices is the most taboo. If you are not careful, you can easily be tampered with, so it is easy to cause trouble.

However, Fang Yun's skills are really mediocre. After all, she was only ten years old when her aunt passed away, so what can she learn.

After hearing this, Pei Yao nodded and didn't ask any more questions, thinking that the conversation with Zhou Shuren this afternoon for a while really blew him away.

Zhou Shuren is dressed exquisitely, and her body is also fragrant. After being steamed by the high temperature in summer, people who are tired feel panicked.

Originally, he really planned to make a bowl of water flat, but Pei Yao really couldn't hold on.

After returning to the room, he smelled the fragrance in the room, so he decided to call Fang Yun.

Fang Yun didn't know, so he honestly served Pei Yao for dinner, and then logically stayed to serve Pei Yao.

Usually, before going to bed, they wash separately.

But because the space on the ship is still limited compared to the palace, it can only be washed in one place.

Pei Yao went in first, and suddenly wanted Fang Yun to go in and wipe his back.

Although he had never served him before, Fang Yun had to bite the bullet and do as he had spoken.

In the small bathroom, the mist rising from the hot water lingers and fills the air, with the bathtub as the center, enveloping the two of them together.

It's hot in summer, and it's so stuffy. Pei Yao is fine when he bathes in the water, but Fang Yun is uncomfortable.

After a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out.

He simply rolled up his sleeves and pulled them above his elbows, which was cool and out of the way.

A pair of white and tender lotus root arms dangled in front of Pei Yao's eyes like this, making his eyes move accordingly.

His eyes fell on the woman's face, and he saw that pretty little face was flushed red, rosy in white, like a doll made of sweet glaze, with fine beads of sweat hanging on the forehead and the tip of the nose, and the red lips were lightly parted, charming and enchanting. I don't know it.

Pei Yao narrowed his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to grab Fang Yun's arm.

With Fang Yun's exclamation, he was pulled into the bathtub.

The bathing bucket was only as high as an adult's waist. Although it was wide enough to accommodate two people, Pei Yao was sitting in it, and Fang Yun fell into Pei Yao's arms.

The sudden arrival was enough to scare people, and they hurriedly grabbed the edge of the tub, like a frightened bird.

Seeing her falling into the water, Pei Yao squinted his eyes in a good mood, and then pulled her into his arms.

The shirt is faded, and the room is charming.

The next day.

Fang Yun woke up first.

I don't know if it was because of being too tired last night, or because the people on the boat were dizzy, but I slept soundly.

Turning his head slightly, he found that Pei Yao beside him was still asleep.

This is probably the benefit of going out, the prince Pei Yao doesn't have to get up early to go to court, and can sleep longer.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes, then gently turned his body, moved to his side, and let his head rest on Pei Yao's shoulder, like a bird clinging to a person.

Although Pei Yao didn't open his eyes, he actually woke up the moment Fang Yun moved. At this moment, he felt the movement of the woman beside him, and his heart softened.

So he reached out and took him into his arms.

Fang Jun's body froze, then softened immediately, showing a little nervousness appropriately.

"Your Highness is awake, the concubine has disturbed His Highness's rest."

"It's okay." Pei Yao still didn't open his eyes, "Go on to sleep, someone will call you when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yun's hand tightened again.

Fang Yun lowered his eyes to cover the light in his eyes, tentatively squeezed into Pei Yao's quilt.

It was a small step to serve the bedroom last time, but this time it is clear that it can be regarded as a test of Pei Yao's attitude.

Unexpectedly, Pei Yao did not refuse.

So on such an ordinary morning, Fang Yun successfully covered the same quilt with His Highness the Crown Prince.

It can be regarded as a small step closer to the goal of pampering concubines.

Fang Yun secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

After sleeping for another half an hour, Hong Zheng came to knock on the door, and the two got up.

Pei Yao was going to see the minister, so Fang Yun went back to his room after breakfast.

The boat was three stories high and only carried people from the Eastern Palace.

The entire uppermost floor belongs to Pei Yao, and the second floor is where Fang Jun and Zhou Shuren live, as well as the servants and maids who serve them.

The bottom floor is the dining room, tea room, laundry room and other places, of course, there is also the bottom warehouse under the deck, half of which is used for storing things, and the other half is the residence of the servants.

Fang Yun came down from upstairs at this moment, and just happened to meet Zhou Shuren who seemed to be going to the second-floor stands to breathe.

When the two met, Mrs. Zhou saluted first.

"Meet Fang Liangdi."

"No." Fang Yun waved his hands and smiled, "Sister, are you going outside? The sun is very hot, so why don't you bring an umbrella, it won't heal if you get sunburned."

Zhou's lips curled up, "Thank you Di Liang for your concern, I only watch the stage blowing the wind, it's fine to stand in the shade."

"It's getting hot and stuffy in this boat, that's okay, I won't disturb you." Fang Yun said politely.

After speaking, he led the maids one step ahead.

Looking at Fang Yun's back, Fu Rong, Zhou's maidservant, curled her lips.

"Hmph, hypocrisy."

"presumptuous!"

Mrs. Zhou immediately lowered her voice, and Fu Rong bowed her head in fright.

"Talking about the master behind his back, have you learned the rules?" Zhou asked with a frown.

He glanced around and saw that no one was around, so he softened his tone and lowered his voice.

"This is not our Qingfeng Pavilion. Be careful that there are ears in the partition wall, and someone took it to the wrong place."

Fu Rong nodded hurriedly, "This servant made a negligent mistake, please forgive me."

Zhou Shi waved her hand before leading her outside.

After they left, at the corner not far away, Yan Wei poked his head out to have a look, and then quickly walked back to Fang Yun's room.

(End of this chapter)