In the gaps between the courtyards, stone bridges fall one after another, forming a series of winding paths with a well-proportioned layout.

The emerald green water ripples from time to time.

Lotus flowers are blooming in the emerald green water, with lotus leaves in full bloom.

The inner wing on the east side is where Xun Shaoyu lived and is also the master bedroom in Pixiang Pavilion.

Between the carved beams and painted pillars, a bronze tripod stands outside the inner chamber door, with two or three wisps of misty green smoke floating from the top of the bronze tripod.

Xun Shaoyu leaned against the tub, his eyes slightly closed, and he could only feel a pair of soft little hands stroking his naked back.

The strands are as smooth as silk and satin. Even Xun Shaoyu's heart is as hard as iron, but he can't help but be slightly addicted.

The light milky white bath water seemed to be boiling from time to time, and it appeared around him from time to time.

However, the actual water temperature is still moderate in size.

In Xun Shaoyu's feeling, his whole body seemed to be soaked in fresh hot milk, which was delicate, soft, and had the texture like thousands of strands of silk.

"Pearl's hands are getting softer and softer. Bathing in this delicate and smooth soup is really a great enjoyment in life!"

The corners of Xun Shaoyu's mouth rose slightly, with an inexplicable meaning.

Then he gently held the ball of catkins that was being kneaded on his shoulders.

"Zhu'er...how many years have you been following me?"

When Xun Shaoyu held his slender jade hand, he was a little shy at first, but a faint blush of green beads appeared on his face. Hearing the words, he hesitated for a moment, and then relaxed slightly.

"When Pearl was nine years old, she entered Yeting and served the young master. It has been about five years and seven months now..."

Luzhu felt the warmth of the jade hand, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal a complex and difficult-to-discern emotion.

"Um……"

Xun Shaoyu closed his eyes and leaned on the bathtub, resting his head on Luzhu's plump body, almost touching the pair of breasts. But during his breathing, the hot breath exhaled was sprayed on the

Lu Zhu was wearing thin clothes, which made Lu Zhu's delicate body tremble uncontrollably.

"Five years and seven months... It's really a long time... I have eight months left before I turn twelve. According to the ancestral system, I will move out of the deep court."

He said softly: "When the time comes, will you follow me and leave this Yeting together?"

Xun Shaoyu's tone was very light, but once he said these words, Lu Zhu's expression changed slightly.

This was nothing less than a promise, which made Luzhu feel quite off guard.

"Son..."

Lu Zhu's face became much softer and more natural, and her blush became even more shocking.

Although Xun Shaoyu was in Yeting, he felt quite precarious.

But after all, he was the fourteenth son of Marquis Lu Wen. Although he was a concubine, he was not taken seriously and was secretly suppressed by his aunt.

However, in this world that values ​​bloodline and origin, a good family name can undoubtedly bring people closer to success.

After all, this is an extraordinary world, and the origin of each surname has extraordinary experiences and even legends and myths.

It can be said that only nobles can have this surname.

Each represents the great achievements of our ancestors that may have occurred tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Although the first king of the Lu Kingdom was powerful, he was favored by Emperor Yin.

But if he is really just a commoner, he was born as a groom and has no background at all.

Maybe Emperor Yin wouldn't even look at him, let alone make him a prince and become such an 'inspirational' classic.

The princes, generals and prime ministers are talented!

This is the best interpretation and the cruelest reality of this era and this world.

So don't look at Xun Shaoyu, he has nothing now.

But as long as he is a member of the 'Xun' family, his starting point will be much higher than that of ordinary nobles, and at the end he will have a career as a feudal official.

"I can hire you as a concubine. Although I can't become a regular wife, you will have everything a regular wife should have."

Xun Shaoyu kneaded the beauty's catkins, and his deep affection made the red glow on Luzhu's pretty face become more intense.

He opened his eyes and murmured slowly: "The bamboo horse surrounds the green plum, and the two little ones guess...you are my green plum!"

Over the past six years, even plants and trees have developed emotions, let alone humans of flesh and blood.

"Son..."

Luzhu called out emotionally, gently holding his forehead.

The flame in Xun Shaoyu's heart gradually grew.

"Would you like to..."

Xun Shaoyu murmured in a low voice, as if asking: "Follow me and leave this deserted Yeting together."

"Don't worry about the right and wrong. It's just you and me. I will ask my father for a remote fief, stay away from the hustle and bustle here, and live an ordinary life."

Although this kind of language is plain and tasteless, to this maid who has been in the deep court for a long time, it seems to be the most beautiful love words in the world.

There was water in the green eyes, and she choked and said: "I am willing...I am willing...Zhu'er is willing...In this life, Zhu'er is willing to follow the young master..."

Looking at the tears in the green eyes, she felt like crying with joy.

But Xun Shaoyu only had a feeling of indifference in his heart, and only the warmth on his face covered up the hidden haze.

Life is like a drama, drama is like life!

Until the last moment, who can completely distinguish and distinguish clearly?

It's just hypocrisy...

Maybe Xun Shaoyu really misjudged Lvzhu.

Maybe this pretty maid is not what he thought she was, maybe.

But...'trust' sometimes really cannot be established in just a few years.

It takes more than ten years, or even dozens of long years, to see clearly and see through bit by bit, and then you can truly "trust".

Especially for Xun Shaoyu, a man who has experienced the world of mortals.

He may not be extremely smart, but he is definitely 'cautious'.

For him, who has experienced the era of information explosion, ‘belief’… itself is a heavy cost.

Xun Shaoyu lowered his eyes and patted Green Pearl's catkin: "Don't cry, why are you crying... My Pearl will not be so weak."

He picked up a roll of white silk handkerchief on the square table nearby, turned around, and gently wiped the corners of the beauty's red eyes.

After a while, Xun Shaoyu stopped the tears of this pretty maid.

"Well...it's getting a little late. You should go to the west wing and have a good rest first...I have to take a bath myself for a while, and I'll be with you soon..."

Xun Shaoyu gently pinched the tip of the pretty maid's nose, which was full of pampering.

…………

Looking at the pretty maid's swaying back, Xun Shaoyu's eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, he was quite fascinated.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, raised his head and leaned on the barrel. His breathing and breathing seemed to follow a certain pattern.

A hint of coolness gradually rose from the limbs and bones, gradually brewing, until three inches between the eyebrows, it became still.

This is the place where the innate ancestral orifice is where the pregnant soul hides the spirit. The innate essence is rolling like lead and mercury, flowing from Xun Shaoyu's whole body.

That kind of thickness vaguely made him feel the heaviness flowing in his blood vessels.

Once again, my heart met in the stone mirror, and all kinds of insights came to my mind in a moment.

In Xun Shaoyu's hazy perception, there was only vast chaos, boundless, unimaginable, and indescribable.

A trace of solid blood essence flows and flows over the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, and is constantly warming and nourishing, causing the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows to emit wisps of warmth.

Buzz!!

He felt the stone mirror tremble slightly, and as the wisps of heat rose, he seemed to 'hear' the buzzing of the stone mirror.

This kind of "listening" does not use "ears", nor does it use "listening" in the ordinary sense.

Instead, it seemed like an 'echo' suddenly rose in the 'heart'.

Extremely wonderful...

Xun Shaoyu looked around and saw that it was dark and deep.

But in my heart, it suddenly became clear...

The stone mirror has been repaired with a broken mark!

He looked at the endless darkness...

At this moment, all kinds of information coming from the depths of the stone mirror allowed him to truly understand this stone mirror.

But this stone mirror was too badly damaged.
To be continued...