The Harem Rescue Project

The doorman led Lin Qianshuang to a guest room. The room was very clean, and there was a faint scent of incense on the quilt, which made people feel very comfortable.

Lin Qianshuang sat on the soft bed, and suddenly remembered that she had promised Xuan Luowan to bring her a roast chicken, and hurriedly asked the doorman who was about to close the door: "I have something to do now, and I want to leave from this place." Can you go out of the mansion?"

The doorman shook his head, stared at her, and said: "My dear guest, the owner of this Yifu Mansion has ordered that no one should be allowed to go out. If you force your way out, you will only be trapped in the maze of the Yifu Mansion. back and forth."

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

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

Just now she was startled and made trouble for both of them. Now that she went to find the master and asked to leave the widow's residence, she would definitely think too much about it.

Well, let's go later.

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

Lin Qianshuang withdrew her hand, and the carved window closed slightly. It was still early in the afternoon, so she didn't have to hurry back.

On the contrary, her clothes were soaked with thin sweat, and her whole body was sticky, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

The door boy was about to step over the threshold to close the door, but she stopped him suddenly, then turned around and said respectfully, "I don't know what else you can order from the distinguished guest?"

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

The doorman took a few steps back with the lantern to make way, and said, "My dear guest, there is a soup pool 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 her eyes. The crisp wind chimes hung in the passage corridor, and the sound of her footsteps echoed clearly in the space.

The top and end of the corridor are connected by a white line, on which scrolls are hung, and pictures of beauties coming out of the bath are lifelike and flipped according to the direction of the wind.

Lin Qianshuang walked by, inevitably staring at those paintings for a few seconds, her expression was quite speechless. The women in these paintings have the same body shape, but different postures, and some of them are slightly funny. Aspects of collecting hobbies.

When she was about to walk in front of the wooden house, Lin Qianshuang recalled those weird figure paintings, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with those pictures, so she couldn't help but go back and take a look, her face turned red immediately, those pictures The naive woman's brows and eyes in the painting all resemble her very much, and the countless faces with various emotions in the painting seem to have just been painted, and the ink marks are not yet dry.

Are these paintings all painted by Master?

"My dear guest, there is a soup pool in front of you, just open the door and go in."

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

Lin Qianshuang patted her forehead, thinking so much, even if it was drawn by Master, so what, they have bathed together, it is normal to know each other well, and she knows very well in her heart that Master likes it Those who love her will not do anything to hurt her, otherwise, in order to prevent her from being implicated, they will not drink a dream, let alone build Frost Cold Villa after she leaves.

The mist in the soup pool was hazy, Lin Qianshuang took off the clothes sticking to her body, covered her head with a towel, sank into the pool to rest by the edge, the water temperature was just right, and the water flow in the pool seemed to be alive. Massaging her sore limbs, she felt her tense nerves relax for a moment. She stretched in the pool and accidentally bumped into something hard.

Lin Qianshuang turned her eyes to the ground beside the soup pool. On the wall of the pool made of hibiscus jade was a basket of petals, half of which was fine peach blossom wine, and the hard object she touched just now was that half of the jar of peach blossoms. wine.

The altar of fine wine has just been unsealed not long ago, the hot wine is still warm, and the petals in the bamboo basket are in a mess as if someone has grabbed them. She turned her eyes and saw that there were scattered flower petals in the soup pool.

She lazily leaned against the edge of the wall, picked up the petals and sprinkled them on her arms and rubbed them together. If she was not mistaken, Master should have just bathed here.

There was a faint sound of footsteps on the ground suddenly.

Lin Qianshuang pricked up her ears keenly. She vaguely felt someone approaching here in the mist. Thinking that this person would be Master, she quickly restrained the devilish energy in her body, cast a blindfold and stayed quietly in the depths of the mist No more moving.

A pair of hands scooped up the petals from the bamboo basket and sprinkled them on the water. After a while, they floated away, and some petals still hovered beside Lin Qianshuang.

There was only a splash, and someone came down from the bank and sank into the water. She didn't take off her clothes, and she was still wearing a thin layer of red gauze floating in the water.

Lin Qianshuang was silent in the water, not daring to move casually, afraid that Han Shengyao would suddenly find her, if she hadn't seen those pictures of beauties coming out of the bath that made her blush, in this case, she could barely face the master, But when she saw it, she felt a little shy and didn't want to be with Master in such an awkward and ambiguous environment.

Han Shengyao stretched out his arm and picked up the unsealed peach blossom wine from the altar and took a few sips. He leaned against the wall of the soup pool with his purple eyes slightly closed for a while, then walked ashore dripping wet, wiped off his body, and sat on the wicker chair .

Lin Qianshuang hadn't heard anything for a long time, so she couldn't help but leaned closer to the side of the soup pool and stretched her head to look curiously.

Han Shengyao was sitting on the rattan chair with a blank scroll in her hand. She slightly raised her head to look in her direction, and the ink-stained brush in her hand gradually formed an outline 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 faint image appeared in the mist lingering above the soup pool, and this image played the same clip repeatedly. .

The two people in the image had no faces, but she still recognized one of them as herself at a glance, and also recognized where the scene came from.

Not long after she first arrived in this world, in order to gain Han Shengyao's favor, she took advantage of the Demon Emperor's special affection for Han Shengyao, and created the illusion that she was forced by Xiao Wan, who was an undercover agent in the Demon Realm.

And this clip that was played repeatedly was that night, when the master was so guilty that he prescribed medicine for her, and secretly made up his mind to go to the Nine Serenity Secret Realm to release her status as a saint.

In the picture, she is hypocritically confessing to the master in the pool, and the master is also moved and swears to her that he will protect her for the rest of his life and take her home.

"I finally remembered everything, and these paintings have real faces. I don't need to watch this memory hidden in the magic bead anymore, so as not to have long nights and dreams, and mess up the person in my heart again." lost."

Han Shengyao stared blankly at the sweet smile of the woman in the painting with her purple eyes, stroked the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, and smiled at the corner of her lips, "Shuang'er in this seat is really as I thought before, the most beautiful woman in the world." A beautiful and gentle woman."

A little worry appeared on her face, and she muttered to herself: "Before I lost my memory, I was on guard against Shuang'er in every possible way, and almost killed her by mistake. These actions seem to have hurt her deeply. Today I approached Shuang'er." She, she huddled in one place in fear, and she didn't know how to make her smile at me defenselessly again."