Chapter 88 Love in the Hot Spring
Chapter 88 Love in the Hot Spring
Sima Yao and Fu Jian were soaking in the hot spring, one was stiff and just soaking like that, and the other was soaking in water, splashing like a water duck.
Pei Ran did not forget to ask: "Wenyu, be careful of your injuries, don't touch the water."
Fu Jian blinked, and smiled back at Pei Ran: "Ran Er, it's you who care about me."
Pei Ran smiled lightly, picked up the dirty clothes of the two of them, and squatted by the water to wash them.
The temperature of the spring water is suitable, and the warm feeling is very comfortable.
Pei Ran looked at his own reflection in the water, if Sima Yao and Fu Jian were in a mess, then he was not much better, three days without a bath, no matter how bad the conditions were, it was Pei Ran's limit.
Pei Ran was able to adapt to the hardships of the army and slept in a simple barracks that could accommodate more than a dozen people, but his nature of loving cleanliness has never changed. He has always taken care of the hygiene around him meticulously.
Now, Pei Ran looked at the blood and dust on her body, wrinkled her nose, and at the two people soaked in the water, Pei Ran decided not to wash it yet.
Speaking of men, what is it to take a bath together?
However, those two soaking in the spring water were not ordinary men, they were two wolves, who looked at his perverts with colored eyes all the time.
Thinking about it, Pei Ran lowered her head silently, and quietly washed the dirty clothes of the two of them.
Sima Yao watched Pei Ran wash his pissed pants, but he didn't show any disgust, and was a little moved: Maybe, Pei Ran still has feelings for him.
His self-confidence suddenly rose again, and his mouth froze again.
He looked at Pei Ran for a while, then looked at Fu Jian, who was intoxicated by himself, and criticized: "I didn't see it, you usually look like a girl, and it looks good when you take off your clothes."
When Fu Jian heard this, he stopped what he was doing, and took a good look at Sima Yao, from top to bottom, from bottom to top: "Emperor Xiaowu is indeed a little bit stronger than the king of heaven, but whether a man has the ability is not just a matter of looking at him." Body shape, especially on the bed, it looks like real kung fu, and - durability."
Fu Jian raised his chin: "Can you do it? Don't be so fancy."
Sima Yao sneered: "You can ask Pei Ran about my ability, he knows me best." After finishing speaking, he cast a meaningful wink at Pei Ran who was focusing on washing clothes by the spring.
Hearing this, Fu Jian's face changed, and then he smiled again, "But, looking at your appearance, you must be a person who doesn't know how to have fun. I think Ran'er will not be happy with you, right?" Otherwise, why would he be so persistent in leaving you?"
Sima Yao's face slowly darkened: "But at the critical moment, he still faces me, otherwise, he wouldn't have set up an formation on the mountain and knocked down your million-strong army of Qin State in an instant."
Fu Jian rolled his eyes, gloomy and cold.
The corner of Sima Yao's mouth pulled out a cruel arc, and his voice suddenly increased: "Speaking of which, I should give Pei Ran special credit for this battle. After returning, I will forgive all his previous mistakes and make him a filial piety." Marquis of Yi, seal one side of the territory and be praised by the world."
Pei Ran, who was washing clothes by the spring, froze, and the clothes fell into the water and washed away.
Raising his eyes, Fu Jian was looking at him with squinted eyes, there was questioning, sadness, and seemed a little harsh.
Feeling guilty, Pei Ran turned to look at Sima Yao again, and saw Sima Yao looked like he was enjoying the show, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
Pei Ran turned her head: "Wenyu, I'm sorry, I just wanted to save my family at that time, I didn't expect that formation would cause your entire army to collapse."
Yes, Pei Ran naturally would not have thought that the main key to Fu Jian's defeat in the Battle of Feishui was on his side. Pei Ran sometimes thought, if he was not in this time and space, then the battle would still be based on Let's go on the track of history!
But even so, the result has not changed, only the process has changed.
Wen Yu looked at Pei Ran for a long time, until Pei Ran was at a loss: "It turns out that I didn't lose to Sima Yao, but to you."
Speaking of this, Fu Jian's eyes suddenly brightened, and he said affectionately: "At first, I was still brooding about this failure, but now, it's so good, it's worthy of being the person I Fu Jian likes, haha, even though Jiangshan was defeated , but as a beauty, there is no regret.”
Pei Ran was stunned: "You don't blame me?"
Fu Jian looked at him with a smile: "Why should I be blamed? I should feel proud, right? At least in the future, people will no longer say that Fu Jian is superficial and only likes embroidered pillows. What's more, Ran'er, what happened three years ago I didn't say it on the spur of the moment, since the country can be shared with you, Ran'er, I don't need the sun and the moon to learn my heart for you."
Fu Jian took Pei Ran's hand and put it on his chest: "Ran Er, stay with me, okay?"
"Wenyu—" Pei Ran's eyes turned red, she struggled in her heart, but nodded heavily.
The two hugged each other, and countless words were scattered.
Sima Yaodun felt that the water he soaked in the hot spring had become cold. He wanted to speak out about it to drive them apart. Although it was despicable, it was not that he had never done anything despicable, but the effect seemed to be reversed. , He actually matched them with his own hands.
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