A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 487 Greenhouse Spring
After the wild game was roasted, Meng Yan kept some and distributed the rest to Chongyi and the others.

Yin Heng looked at that she only kept a small part, and couldn't help saying: "Don't eat more? What should I do if I'm hungry in the middle of the night?"

Meng Yan tore off a piece of meat and tasted it, then fed it to Yin Heng's mouth, and said with a smile: "I just had dinner, and now I'm eating this supper again, how can I be hungry in the middle of the night? You have to eat several meals, and you have to eat extra meals in the middle of the night."

Yin Heng nodded, smiled vaguely, and said, "You're right."

The fire was slowly extinguished, and it was getting late.

In the afternoon, Yan'er had already tidied up the bedroom, and the bedding used on the couch must have been brought from the palace.

Right now, all the people retreated to the outer courtyard, Yin Heng brought Meng Yan into the house to rest.

When Meng Yan was led into the room by him, she was still asking: "Don't you need to ask Yan'er to fetch water to wash?"

Yin Heng said softly, "There is water in the room."

When Yan'er was tidying up earlier, Meng Yan also casually glanced at the bedroom. The bed, screen, tables and chairs, etc. were all available in the room, and the gauze curtains hung lightly. It was also divided into an inner room and an outer room, but it was probably because the room was too big , still looks deserted and empty.

Now that she entered the room, Meng Yan still didn't see any water in the room, and there wasn't even a bathtub behind the screen.

But she heard the sound of water behind the bedroom.

She followed the sound of the water, opened a door at the inner end, and what appeared in front of her was a pool, with a gust of warm moisture rushing towards her face.

Outside the pool, there is a mountain view, under the moonlight, showing a faint outline.

I didn't expect there to be a hot spring pool here.

When Yin Heng came in later, he saw her kicking off her shoes and socks, picking up the hem of her skirt and pant legs, sitting by the pool and stretching into the water.

Those feet dangled gently in front of his eyes.

Yin Heng stood behind her and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Meng Yan said, "Of course."

She raised her hand and began to untie her clothes, halfway through, when she looked up and saw Yin Heng was still there, she couldn't help but paused and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Yin Heng turned around and walked out.

He went to the bedroom to get Meng Yan's pajamas, and Meng Yan fell into the water with a ding-dong.

After bringing the clothes, Yin Heng stood on the other side of the screen in the hot spring pool door, and while hanging the pajamas on the screen, he talked to her, saying: "This living spring has a healing effect, soak in it more, Good for the body.

"Tomorrow's Mausoleum Festival, if it is completed early, I will take you to the south."

Meng Yan asked through the door, "What's interesting over there?"

Yin Heng said: "It's nothing fun, it's just going into the mountains, it's extra quiet."

After a pause, he said again: "There is a pine forest inside, and you can see squirrels."

Meng Yan pursed her lips and smiled softly, her voice was buried in the sound of water.

She raised her head, looked at the figure behind the screen, and said, "Sir, pass me a towel."

Yin Heng took the towel and handed it to her.

But she didn't see the towel in her hand being taken away by her, but her wet hand gently wrapped around his wrist, and the next moment she pulled him forward forcefully.

The sound of water in the pool is loud and clear like waves.

Meng Yan turned around and wrapped herself around Yin Heng's body, hooked his head, and kissed him with her chin up.

For some reason, all she wanted to do was hug him and kiss him.

Her underwater skin was smooth as satin.

Yin Heng turned against the guest and immediately pushed her to the edge of the pool, kissing her back passionately.

Meng Yan tried her best to respond, and the sound of the water was mixed with slightly messy breathing.

His robe was completely wet, slowly blooming in the water, like a black flower.Cover her body if there is nothing, and also set off her body if there is nothing.

When the kiss overflowed the corner of his lips and lingered beside his ear, Meng Yan was a little unsteady, and was held in his arms by his palm.Her hands were not idle, she untied his belt, took off his robe...

In a daze, she didn't know how she returned to the couch, but felt that the quilt on the couch was very soft and comfortable.

She was held tightly by the man, wishing she could rub it into her bones.

The waist was also held in his hand, the attack was fierce and heavy, hitting her like an overwhelming mountain.

There was deep silence outside the courtyard, but the room was as beautiful as spring all night.

The candle burned out, and I don't know when it was extinguished.

On the couch, it has not been extinguished for a long time.

Meng Yan didn't know how many times she had been ups and downs in the waves.

While begging her fiercely, the man rubbed against her ears, his voice was extremely hoarse, but extremely seductive, he bit her ear and said: "Tomorrow morning, I will go up the mountain with the emperor to the mausoleum. We will go together. You don’t have to go, just stay in the palace and have a good rest.”

Meng Yan murmured vaguely.

He said again: "I won't be here tomorrow, so I can go soak in the pool by myself to relieve my fatigue."

The consequence of saying this is that he can torment her as much as he wants.

The clouds and rain rested for a while, and the dark night outside the window had slowly become thinner.

She felt as if she had been gnawed by this wolf, and her bones were about to fall apart.

She thought erratically, she really shouldn't have dragged him into the water.

But in fact, even if he didn't pull him into the water, she would still be dragged to bed by him.

When the sky was slightly bright, Yin Heng got up and changed his clothes.

During this period, Meng Yan stretched her sore eyelids for a rare moment, and saw Yin Heng casually took the inner coat and outer robe from the hanger, and put them on one by one.

That slender and tall figure really looks good no matter how you wear it.

When he had just put on his underwear, Meng Yan could still vaguely see scratches on his strong back.

She couldn't help wondering if she scratched him.But she didn't have the strength to speak for a while, so she closed her eyelids and fell asleep again.

Yin Heng moved to the bed and looked at her, stretched out his hand to gently stroke her hair that was scattered beside the pillow, kissed her on the forehead, and then left.

Since she doesn't have to go to the mausoleum, it's none of her business.

When Meng Yan woke up, it was already noon.

Yan'er and Chongyi were guarding outside, no one came to disturb them.

When Meng Yan got out of bed, she almost thought that her waist and legs were no longer her own. She held on to the bedposts and struggled to stand still.

Afterwards, she didn't have much energy to wash, and she was so hungry in the middle of the night... Looking back, when Yin Heng said that she would be hungry in the middle of the night if she didn't eat more, Meng Yan realized that he had clearly planned it in advance.

Yan'er watched Meng Yan eat two bowls of porridge, and asked, "Princess, is it enough? Do you want more?"

"Then... have another bowl."

After the meal, Meng Yan heard that the mausoleum sacrifice on the mountain hadn't ended yet, and Yin Heng didn't come back either.

She lay on the bed for a while, and when she regained some strength, she moved to take a dip in the pool.

In the morning, Meng Yan still thought that she might have scratched Yin Heng, but when she looked down at her mess and each other, she felt no burden at all.

Yan'er was guarding the door, if she hadn't reminded her, Meng Yan might have fallen asleep comfortably in the water.

What Yin Heng said is true, this hot spring has a healing effect, and the effect is quite good.

PS:

Author: No matter how you write about the plot of hot springs, you can never get tired of writing...

Nvwu: Do your readers know that you are such a rascal?
Wang Xing: Write more, I like to soak in hot springs.

(End of this chapter)