The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 11 Woman, who allowed you to come in?

Feng Qingcheng raised her head inadvertently, and saw a mist lingering behind the bamboo house, thicker than the fog in the bamboo forest before.

Could it be that there is something weird behind this bamboo forest?
But she didn't have the word 'fear' in Feng Qingcheng's dictionary, so she came here, so she had to satisfy her curiosity.

She looked around and walked towards the back of the house without finding anything suspicious.

The bamboo here is obviously much sparser than that in front of the house, and in this small bamboo forest, there are more than ten natural hot spring pools hidden.

The mist came out of the hot spring pool, and the water was crystal clear amidst the mist.

It was probably repaired by someone. Next to each hot spring pool, there are several half-person-high bluestones, like a natural screen. You don't have to worry about the spring light leaking out when you take a bath in it.

Feng Qingcheng felt itchy in her heart, thinking that she had fallen into the water today and hadn't washed up yet, so she took off her coat, shoes and socks without hesitation, and walked into the pool barefoot.

The water in this pool is not shallow. She was standing in the middle of the pool, and the hot spring water was just below her collarbone.

Feng Qingcheng soaked in the hot spring and felt very comfortable. Thinking about the scene of being intercepted by the hidden guard just now, she couldn't help complaining, "Cang Yanlu is so shameless! It's so shameless to designate such a good place as a forbidden area to occupy the hot spring, and what's the matter?" There is no spirit of sharing!"

She held a pool of spring water in both hands, washed her face, and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

There were drops of water on her eyelashes, reflecting the moonlight crystal clear and extremely agile.

Feng Qingcheng didn't notice that her face was reflected on the jagged surface of the pool. Although the light was dim, she could faintly discern that it was a beauty.

After warming her body, she became playful, picked up the water and sprinkled it into the air, letting the water droplets fall on her head and face like raindrops.

"Haha! It's raining!"

Feng Qingcheng had a great time playing in the pool. With her movements, the fair skin under the collarbone loomed, and with her satin-like black hair, she looked like a little fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. She was unbelievably beautiful!

While playing, suddenly there was a slight sound coming into my ears from behind.

The smile on Feng Qingcheng's face stagnated, and she stopped all movements.

With vigilance in her eyes, she lowered her waist and walked slowly to the edge of the pool, using the bluestone as a cover, her hands beside her were already clenched into fists, ready to attack at any time.

Soon, the footsteps stopped by the hot spring pool next to her, and then there was no movement at all.

Feng Qingcheng waited for a while, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the clothes left on the shore. In order not to expose herself, she carefully reached out her hand, trying to reach for the clothes.

After finally reaching the outer robe, she tugged the sleeves towards her direction, but half of the sleeves were not finished, the clothes suddenly seemed to be caught by something and couldn't be pulled.

what happened?

Feng Qingcheng continued to increase the force, and she was so tired that she was having sex. Seeing that the clothes still couldn't be pulled, she became anxious, so she simply increased the force, pulling and twitching violently.

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by a childish cry of pain, a small figure fell down and rolled directly to the edge of the hot spring pool where she was.

It turned out that someone stepped on her clothes, and she fell down because of her trick.

At this moment, one of the two was lying on the ground, and the other was standing in the hot spring pool, staring at each other with big eyes.

After about two or three seconds, Feng Qingcheng was the first to come back to his senses, "Little Luobotou, where did you come from?"

The little guy got up from the ground with hands and feet together, put his hands on his waist, and pointed at the tip of her nose angrily, "Woman, who allowed you to come in?"

He looked about seven or eight years old, and was wearing a dark green brocade suit. The sleeves of the brocade suit were obviously a little longer than his arm, and only one index finger was exposed from his raised hand.

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