"I see."

Duanmu Yawang was relieved.

Hearing what he said, the relationship between his father and queen must be extraordinary.

"Well, you can't soak anymore."

Gong Yulan frowned and said, "You sweat too much and collapsed. If you soak in the hot spring like this and sweat more, you won't be able to stand it."

Duanmu Yawang couldn't bear to leave at all, and acted like a baby lazily at him in the water: "But it's so comfortable, I want to soak for a while."

Gong Yulan stopped twisting his eyebrows.

"I am also a healer. I understand my physical condition, so please be relieved." When Duanmu Yawang said, the hand holding his waist slipped mischievously.

"!"

Gong Yulan Zhi's expression changed, "Don't be fooling around."

"Okay, no trouble."

This pool is really big, almost like a swimming pool, and the water temperature is comfortable, which really pleases her.

Seeing her snow-white and graceful figure, there are traces of her being together, like a flexible mermaid, just moving away from her side, Gong Yulan stopped reluctantly, slid over and followed her.

Duanmuya swam around for a while, sweating again, and then stopped.

Gong Yulanzhi also stopped beside her, holding her waist domineeringly with one hand.

Duanmu Yawang could just leaned comfortably in his arms, so comfortable that he couldn’t bear to move, “If it’s a cold pool at normal temperature, that would be even better. I haven’t swam in the water for a long time, so I really want to swim. Fan."

Gong Yulan couldn't help but pulled her up to the shore, and sat down on the bed on the shore, and the big towel, which came from nowhere, covered one of her heads and covered her entire head. Then she rubbed her hair, and said unhurriedly: "My house is cold again."

He also prefers cold pools.

"what?"

Duanmu Yawang was enjoying his wiping, and when he heard the words, he wanted to get out of the towel, "Where? How old?"

"Nine Heavens, several times larger than here."

"real?"

He moved too stupidly. Duanmu Yawang pushed away his hand and wiped his hair by himself. While wiping it, he curiously asked, "You also like to swim?"

"Really, average."

"..."

What is this answer?

If it wasn't for her to understand him, knowing that he was answering two of her own questions, and thinking that what he wanted to express was really ordinary...

Gong Yulan put her dirty clothes in the pool for two soaks, and Duan Muya looked at it, wiping her hair while commanding: "This is not enough, so let's rub it twice."

Gong Yulan really rubbed it twice and picked it up.

Duanmu Yawang: "..."

Gong Yulanzhi picked up her clothes and touched her fingertips to make her clothes dry.

And he just started to deal with his clothes.

Duanmu Yawang was too lazy to wipe. In the shallow sunshine, she felt comfortable enough to sleep, and she didn't want to move when she was half-lying.

Gong Yulan looked at him and twisted his eyebrows: "Hair is still wet."

Duanmu Yawang yawned, closed his eyes and said comfortably: "The water drops are gone, and it dries as soon as you let it dry." Hair in this world is really too long, and wiping hair is more troublesome than in the previous life.

Her hair is thick, dense and long, and she is really annoying.

Every time I wash my hair is annoying.

"You said, can you cut your hair?"

Gong Yulan didn't hesitate: "Not good."

"Don't you like silver hair?"

"Do not."

Gong Yulan didn't say much, pursing his lips and said, "No cuts."

The black hair was as bright as silk and satin, soft and comfortable.

It is a beautiful view.

After cutting, there is nothing left.

"Okay." Duanmu Yawang yawned, "It's so comfortable in the sun, I'll lie down for a while."

"Um."

Gong Yulan nodded and took the towel again to wipe her carefully.

When Gong Yulan stopped rubbing her hair, he gently rubbed her head with his fingertips. To her, it was like a gentle massage. Duanmu Yawang felt even more sleepy and fell asleep soon after.

When she woke up, her hair was dry and she was already wearing clothes. She was lying on a long wicker chair indoors with a thin quilt.

"Where is this?"

She muttered to sit up, the thin bezel slipped off her body, and she scanned the surroundings.

I found a place that looked more like a study.

It is wide and elegantly furnished. There are two long bookcases on both sides of the wall, which are full of books.

"Gong Yulan stop?"

Duanmu Yawang called out, but no one answered her.

She twisted her eyebrows, got off the couch, couldn't help but walked to the bookcase and looked at the books.

There are many types of books in the bookcase on the left, ranging from geography to joke books.

The books in the bookcase on the right are very wide and thick, with yellowish covers, which look more like ancient books.

And it's mostly about plants.

There are also various water sources, sources and rivers.

Duanmu Yawang is naturally more interested in books about plants.

Feel free to take a book from above and open it up.

Unlike what I imagined, this is not an encyclopedia. It has elegant handwriting, dates, and local records, as well as attempts to cultivate species. It looks more like a notebook for planters to cultivate new species.

However, this person's ideas are very interesting, such as mentioning Haitang.

Begonia in the east is flaming red and bright, with the same soil, but in the north, the petals are white and pretty.

The implication is that the begonias in the east are fire-red, and they are planted in the north with the same soil, but the petals are pink and white.

Presumably, he has studied these.

There are a lot of the same try notes.

However, although Duanmu Yawang found it interesting, he was not surprised.

After all, she has read countless species cultivation books in her previous life, plus advanced technology, and exchanged experimental results among so many countries. Many things in this book are sparse and common to her.

However, in this world, someone who is willing to spend such effort to study plants can really be said to be very patient.

Thinking about this, she closed the book and put it back on the shelf.

She even wanted to find out about the kinds of things.

She still knows very little about the species in this world, and she doesn't know much about it.

"What are you looking for?"

As she walked and scanned the books on the shelf, looking for the book she wanted, Gong Yulan's voice came from outside the door.

Duan Muya looked at him and saw that he was holding a tray in his hand. On it were two bowls of different sizes, but of very considerable sizes. The bowls were steaming hot.

Duanmuya let out a sigh, and was shocked: "You... don't tell me, you are going to cook."

A lot of flowers can still be smelled here, and the air is so fresh that it doesn't seem to be exile. She guessed that she was still above the double heaven.