Rebirth of the Hidden World's Only Daughter

Chapter 157 The Prince's Mansion (1)
"But you..."

"Don't be in a hurry to say goodbye to me. I've got someone to prepare hot water for you. Go take a hot bath first, take a while, and then rest well. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow!" He let go, without waiting. She reacted and called the maid: "Take the girl down to rest. If there is anything missing, tell someone to do it immediately. If there is anything that can't be done, just come back and forth with me, you know?"

"The servant knows! Please move, girl!"

The maid waited by the side, but Yu Jian had no choice but to follow Ouyang Shi's wishes to stay.

The maid walked in front, and occasionally turned her head to show her the way. Yu Jian followed, and was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery. She only knew that the mansion was very quiet and there were not many people coming and going, and only occasionally saw one or two servants and maids passing by. It was also quietly, as if disturbing someone!

Turning a corner, the maid stopped and pushed open the door of a bright room. Yu Jian followed her in and glanced around. The gauze and the curtains should all be in the color of pear blossoms. Everything is complete, it really took a lot of thought!

The rain screen retreated all the people, submerged in the warm water, the petals spread out were lifted up by the water waves, gently rippling, layers of mist filled the eyes, the pear blossoms on the screen stood alone, no one could compare to its beauty, And no one to share her loneliness.

Raise your hand on a blank space, and write "a tree of pear blossoms and a river of moon, who does this night belong to?"

The water stains dissipated, but the blank space remained blank. The two lines of poems did not know where to dissipate, and the tears in the corners of the eyes did not know where to flow.

The water gradually cooled, and she slowly slid into the water.

In this cold and twelfth lunar month, the biting cold is the best tool for refreshing the mind. In the heavy twilight, a man stands leaning on a sword, with black hair like silk, blown in the wind, cold armor, and cold body temperature. He walked over with a smile, a drop of bright red dripped from his fingertips, slowly fainted, and gradually swallowed him up...

"don't want……"

With a cry of surprise, the water poured in violently, and with a jolt, she rushed out of the water, and the water flowed down the skin. She wiped it away with one hand, and covered her chest with the other, breathing heavily.

The curtain in front of her eyes moved slightly, she leaned back, closed her eyes tightly, and hurriedly searched for a good picture to calm down the short dream just now.

The water surface fluctuated slightly, and the slender shoulders were set off by bright red petals, making them whiter and jade-like.

There was a knock on the door, and the voice was slightly familiar.

"Girl, is girl okay?"

Set your mind and reply: "Hurry up, wait!"

Yu Jian got up and stepped out of the barrel, dried her body briefly, got up her clean clothes, and put them on slowly before saying: "Come in!"

The door was gently pushed open, and Yu Jian was sitting in front of the mirror and wiping her waterfall-like long hair. She glanced sideways and realized that it was Qian'er who was proud and arrogant in front of the Prince's Mansion today. Now she looks docile.

She narrowed her eyebrows, stopped looking, and continued to comb her hair.

The sound of lightly touching wood and porcelain resounded in the room, no more, no less, a total of six times, followed by Qian'er's voice.

"Girl, dinner is ready, eat some while it's hot!"

After Qian'er finished speaking, she didn't see her reaction, so she raised her head and looked over, only to see that she was concentrating on something, so she walked over lightly, looked at her side face from a distance, and after a long time, she pursed her lips and said: "Girl, why don't you let the servants do your makeup for you!"

As she said that, she tried to move two more steps, but she heard her plainly: "No, you can go down and rest! I'll collect the things tomorrow!"

Yu Jian changed another towel to wipe her hair, and the redness on her cheeks had been washed away, leaving only a swallow that penetrated into her bones and blood. She stared blankly at the little blood in the mirror, and the picture just now appeared in her mind again. A man's shadow flashed across the mirror, but when he took a closer look, it was still his own face.

(End of this chapter)