The Harem Rescue Project

The doorman led Lin Qianshuang into a guest room, which was very clean, and the quilt still had a faint scent of smoke which made it feel very comfortable.

Lin Qianshuang sat on the soft bed, and suddenly remembered that she had promised Xuan Luo to bring her a roast chicken at night, and quickly asked the doorman who was going to close the door: "I have something right now. Is it okay to go out of the mansion?"

The doorman shook his head, staring at her, and said: "Dear guest, the owner of this dynasty mansion has ordered no one to go out. If you walk out by force, you will only be trapped in the maze of the dynasty mansion and go back and forth. Back and forth."

It seems that if she wants to leave this dying mansion, she must find the owner of this dying mansion, that is, her master.

Lin Qianshuang was a little embarrassed on her face and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

She was shocked just now, and both of them were very embarrassed. Now that she is looking for the master and asking to leave the deceased mansion, she will inevitably think too much about it.

Well, let's go later.

The upper part of this mansion was blank, and the heavy snow was isolated by the protective barrier outside the magic weapon, and melted and flowed into the transparent compartment.

Lin Qianshuang retracted her hand, and the carved window closed slightly. It was still early at the moment, and it was still in the afternoon, so she didn't have to rush back in such a hurry.

However, her clothes were wet with thin sweat, and her body was sticky, especially uncomfortable.

The doorman was about to cross the threshold and close the door, but she was suddenly drunk, then turned and respectfully said, "I wonder what else the distinguished guest can order?"

Lin Qianshuang wiped off the cold sweat from her neck with the silk paw, and said, "There is hot water here, I want to take a bath."

The doorman took a few steps back with the lantern to give way, and said, "Guest, there is a pond in this garden, where you can take a bath."

After passing through the four winding corridors, a small wooden house gradually appeared in front of you. The crisp wind chimes hung in the corridors passing by, and the sound of her footsteps echoed very clearly in the space.

The top and the end of the corridor are connected by a white line, and scrolls are hung on it. The pictures of lifelike beauties out of bath are hanging and flipped along with the wind.

Lin Qianshuang walked by and inevitably looked at those paintings for a few seconds, her expression was quite speechless. The women in these paintings have the same posture and different postures, and some of them are slightly funny. The old master of this legacy may have this. Hobbies in terms of collecting.

When she was about to walk to the wooden house, Lin Qianshuang recalled the weird character paintings. Suddenly, she felt that those pictures seemed a little wrong. She couldn't help but step back and take a look. Her face suddenly became red. The mediocre woman in the painting has brows and eyes that resemble her in exactly the same way, and the countless faces with various emotions in the painting seem to have just been painted, and the ink marks have not yet dried.

Are these paintings painted by the master?

"Guest, there is a soup pool in front of you. Just push the door and go in."

The doorman interrupted Lin Qianshuang's thoughts, bowed to her, and turned to leave.

Lin Qianshuang patted her forehead and thought so much. Even if it was painted by the master, so what? They had bathed together. It was normal to know each other, and she knew very well that the master liked it. Those who care about her will not do anything to harm her, otherwise, in order to prevent her from being implicated, she will not drink Meng Fangxiu, and will not build Frost Cold Mountain Villa after she leaves.

The mist in the soup pond was hazy, Lin Qianshuang stripped off the clothes stuck on her body, covered her head with a towel, sank into the pool and rested against the edge. The temperature of the water was just right, and the water in the pool seemed to be tangled with life. Massaged her sore limbs, making her feel that the tight nerves relaxed for a moment. She stretched her waist in the pool, accidentally hitting something hard.

Lin Qianshuang turned her gaze to the ground next to the pond. On the wall of the hibiscus jade, there was a basket of petals, half of the altar filled with good peach blossoms, and the hard object she had just touched was the half of the altar of peach blossoms. wine.

Not long after the jar of wine was opened, the hot wine was still warm, and the petals in the bamboo basket were messy as if they had been caught. She turned her eyes to see that there were all falling petals in the pond.

She leaned lazily on the wall, picked up the petals and sprinkled them on her arms and rubbed them together. If she was right, Master should have just bathed here.

A faint footstep sounded suddenly on the ground.

Lin Qianshuang pricked up her ears keenly. In the mist, she vaguely felt that someone was approaching here. When she thought that this person would be the master, she quickly restrained her devilish energy and used a blindfold technique to stay in the depths of the mist. Stop moving.

One hand picked up the petals from the bamboo basket and scattered them on the water. After a while they floated away, and some petals still stayed beside Lin Qianshuang and wandered around.

Only hearing a plop, someone walked down from the shore and sank into the water. She did not take off her clothes, she was still wearing a thin layer of red gauze floating in the water.

Lin Qianshuang was silent in the water, not daring to walk around at will, fearing that Han Shengyao would suddenly find her. If she hadn’t seen the bathing paintings of the beauties that made her blush, she would barely be able to face her master in this case. But when she saw it, she felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to be with her Master in such an awkward and ambiguous environment.

Han Shengyao stretched out his arms and took a few sips of the peach blossom stuffed in the open altar. The purple eyes leaned against the wall of the soup pond for a while, then walked ashore wet again, dried his body, and sat on a wicker chair. .

Lin Qianshuang hadn't heard anything for a long time, so she couldn't help but approached Tangchi with curiosity and stretched her head to look.

Han Shengyao was sitting on a wicker chair with a blank scroll in her hand. She slightly raised her head and looked at her direction. The ink brush in her hand gradually became contoured on the drawing paper.

Lin Qianshuang once thought that Han Shengyao had discovered her existence. After a while, she realized that this was not the case. A looming image appeared in the mist lingering above the Tangchi, which repeatedly played the same segment. .

The two people in the video did not have faces, but she still recognized one of them as herself, and also recognized where the scene came from.

Not long after she first arrived in this world, in order to get Han Shengyao's favor, she used the Demon Emperor's special affection for Han Shengyao, and Xiaowan who was undercover in the Demon Realm created the illusion of her being forced.

And this repeatedly played segment was when the Master was so guilty of guilt that he would medicate her on that night, and he secretly made up his mind to go to the Jiuyou Secret Realm to remove the sainthood status.

In the picture, she pretended to confess her immaturity with Master in the pool, and Master was moved to swear to her that she would protect her forever and take her home.

"I finally remembered everything, these paintings also have real faces, this memory hidden in the magic beads, I no longer need to watch, lest nights have many dreams, and I will get the person in my heart again. lost."

Han Shengyao's purple eyes stared at the sweet smile of the woman in the painting, stroking the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, and the corners of her lips also raised a smile, "Shuang'er in this seat is indeed the best in the world, as I thought before. Beautiful and gentle woman."

There was a little worry on her face, and she muttered to herself: "I lost my memory before, and I was on guard against Shuang'er, and almost killed her by mistake. These actions seemed to hurt her a lot. Today I approached. She, she shrank in fear, and she didn't know what else could be done to make her smile unsuspectingly at me."