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Chapter 470 Sima Fang Takes a Bath

The two followers nodded wildly.

"Master, it's really delicious!"

"This is the best tea I've ever had in my life!"

Hearing the words of the two followers, Sima Fang was already curious, but he subconsciously belittled him.

"What kind of tea have you two had? This is the best? What about the soup and tea at the imperial banquet?"

The two attendants looked at each other awkwardly, then lowered their heads, not daring to say anything more.

After all, they really haven't drunk any tea, so they dare not compare with the well-informed master.

But, this milk tea is really delicious!
The older follower had been with Sima Fang for a long time, and he thought he had more face than ordinary servants, so he asked tentatively:
"My lord, it's cold outside, this milk tea is warm after it's warmed up, do you want to condescend to have a taste?"

He really didn't want to let the master miss such a good thing.

Moreover, if the master tastes the milk tea elsewhere in the future and finds it delicious, it is inevitable that he will not blame them and say that they are not responsible enough.

Sima Fang stared at the shining eyes of his attendant, paused for a while, until the milk cart in the teapot boiled, and a seductive aroma came out, and then he nodded slightly.

The two attendants were overjoyed, and hurriedly prepared the cups, poured one for the master first, and brought it to Sima Fang eagerly, "Master, please, burn it carefully."

"En." Sima Fang held it, motioning his followers to put down the things. He read the roll of pinyin alphabet in his hand first.

However, at the moment when the entourage turned around, he swallowed secretly.

But the etiquette of the nobles cannot be neglected, no matter how much he desires in his heart, he waited until the two attendants happily finished their share, then he pretended not to care, and picked up the cold cup of milk tea.

The aroma is a little lighter than before, but still smells alluring.

Sima Fang blew, blowing off the beige milk froth on top, and took a sip. The spicy ginger juice and the mellow sweetness of the milk mixed together, just to neutralize each other, and it was as silky as satin.

Sima Fang's eyes lit up, realizing the change in his expression, he hurriedly looked back at the two followers.

The two attendants who were staring at him met the eyes of their master, hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending not to see him enjoying himself, looked at each other secretly, and smiled.

Sure enough, after a while, I heard a faint voice from inside the room: "It's okay, Nuan Nuan's body is not bad, let's have another cup."

The two followers were happy first, and Amway succeeded.

Immediately afterwards, seeing the teapot that had been emptied by the two of them, he looked at Sima Fang in embarrassment, and said anxiously:
"Master, it's gone"

"Would you like to ask for another one?" Sima Fang was annoyed.

The older follower explained: "Only these two copies are gone. You said before that you would give them all to the slave, so the slave has already finished drinking them."

Sima Fang: "."

Looking at each other for three times, Sima Fang only felt that his face was burning hot under the eyes of these two innocent eyes.

It was like being given two big slaps on the face by someone.

Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long, and the cronies who went to the bathhouse came back refreshed.

"Master, this bathhouse is really comfortable. The hot water pours from head to toe, and people are warmed up, and it's not cold at all in that hall. Would you like to take a bath?" The confidant asked excitedly.

Sima Fangchong waved his two followers, out of sight and out of mind.

Only then did he look at the refreshed appearance of his cronies, and asked half-believingly, "Is it really so warm?"

He didn't quite believe it.

This person is getting older, and his body is getting worse and worse than before. When he was young, he dared to wash his face with cold water in cold weather.

Now that I am old, I can run warm water over my face, but if there is a little wind blowing in, I can shiver with cold.

Not to mention bathing in winter.

Even in the old house where the fire dragon was burning vigorously, I dare not take off my whole body and nestle in the bathtub.

If a gust of cold wind accidentally blows in here, his old bones will definitely die immediately.

But now it is not the past, the cronies can't wait to tell the whole world about Xu Jiajun's public bathhouse, stepped forward and said excitedly:
"Master, you don't know that the bathhouse is warm, and it's not ventilated at all, and the water vapor is lingering in it. People only feel that it's too hot, but it's really not cold at all."

"No, dinner won't be here for a while, why don't you take a hot bath during this time."

As he said that, seeing Sima Fang's expression moved, he made persistent efforts, "I asked the curator of the post house, not all post houses have public bathhouses, there is only one every three hundred miles."

"The next one with such a big bathhouse will have to wait until Zhuoxian County."

"Three hundred miles? So far?" Sima Fang Anai couldn't hold back, there really was no such shop after passing this village.

Don't look at his face, but seeing his trusted friend's whole body is refreshing, I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I just feel a little itchy all over my body.

The confidant is worthy of being a confidant, he can read his master's thoughts at a glance, and boldly pulled him up from the kang, "Let's go, let's go, or we will miss dinner if we are late."

Sima Fang took advantage of the situation and got down from the kang, called two attendants at the door, took a change of clothes, and went to the public bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom door, a gust of hot steam rushed towards his face, and Sima Fang knew that he had no way to refuse such warmth.

The water flow at the right temperature is sprayed from the overhead shower, and even the hair can be washed together.

The soap made of saponins and pig's pancreas was applied all over his body, and the sticky feeling on his body disappeared instantly after rinsing it off with water. Sima Fang only felt that his skin had never been so refreshed before, and let out a sigh of comfort.

"Not bad, really good~"

No wonder that brat Zhongda didn't want to go back after arriving at Xujiazhuang.

Sima Fang wanted to flush the hot water again, but unfortunately, he ran out of hot water.

Because it is a public bathhouse in the post house, it is free for internal use, so there is a fixed amount of two buckets of hot water per person. Sima Fang uses the internal free quota, and if he wants to add another bucket of hot water, he has to pay more.

Xu Jiajun's territory was all made of chips, and Sima Fang couldn't send someone to change the chips now, so he could only use a large towel to dry his hair and body before exiting the bathhouse.

Looking at those Xu family soldiers passing by with their short hair neatly attached to their scalps, who would dry it in two or three strokes with a towel, and then look at his long hair coiled on top of his head, wrapped in a towel so as not to let the wind leak, Sima Fang showed a sudden realization.

"It was so"

It turns out that the reason why Xu Jiajun basically has short hair is to wash his hair and dry it quickly to avoid catching cold.

This is convenient.

Not daring to return to emotion, Sima Fang, who was already wearing Xu Jiajun's military uniform, would definitely not give up his long hair.

Even if he had to go back to the house to warm himself by the fire for half an hour, his parents' conception of his body, hair, skin and skin could no longer be shaken.

After taking a hot bath, his body felt lighter, and after having a comfortable dinner, he lay on the warm kang, and Sima Fang, who had been insomnia for many days, slept until dawn.

(End of this chapter)