Three Kingdoms

The dust and sweat stains during the march will quickly combine on the skin and become a yellow or black solid substance. Then, under the action of new sweat stains and new dust, it will spread to every corner of the exposed skin, forming an exoskeleton like The same inexplicable object continued to thicken again before it was cleaned, and finally became a sticky gel with strong adhesion, adding an extra layer of protection to the skin.

Like mud armor on a wild boar.

Of course, the dirt on Fei Qian's body is not as exaggerated as that of the wild boar, but it is not much. Sitting in the huge bathtub, it can be clearly seen that there is a layer of unknown floating objects on the water...

This is already the second bucket of water.

In the Han Dynasty, the issue of personal hygiene had been elevated to the national level. In order to ensure the dignity of officials, Han law even stipulated that officials should be given one day to rest every five days.

Of course, although it is said to be "bathing", it definitely does not just mean washing hair, but also includes the concepts of "washing", "bathing" and "bathing". But washing your hair is the most important thing. Zhou Gong once "washed his hair three times". Because the ancients had long hair, if you don't wash your hair for a long time, not only will dandruff appear, but also various parasites will appear. Therefore, for the people of the Han Dynasty, washing hair was an extremely cumbersome task.

The first bucket of water has been carried out and poured out. The first bucket of water is rice washing water, which is called pantang. It is mainly used to remove thick dirt on the surface of the body and repel insects.

Just like Feiqian's current second bucket of water, it's called white soup. The water is nothing special, that is, just ordinary water, but it is equipped with soap locust and melon tape, which is mainly used to clean some stubborn stains.

Next to his own barrel, there is a third barrel, called flower soup. Of course, as the name suggests, there are various petals in the water...

This is the bathing standard of the nobles.

Of course, we also need to count the maids carrying buckets of hot water, always ready to add more. But now, in the room, those who were blushing with shame but extremely serious about helping were Huang Yueying and Xiao Mo Dou.

Huang Yueying felt that her head was buzzing, and the blood seemed to be rushing to the top of her head. Even her dark complexion could clearly see the delicate red color that was too thick to be melted away.

Fei Qian originally meant that he could handle it himself, but Huang Yueying was extremely insistent, with an expression that looked like she would cry on the spot if she refused...

But now, I always rub the melon tape on one place on my back, this...

"Yueying, this... I'd better do it myself..." Fei Qian took the melon ribbon from the hand of Huang Yueying, whose eyes were a little blurry. If you rub it off again, the skin will break.

Fei Qian no longer has any special feelings about naked body. In places like Pingyang and Beiqu where facilities are not fully developed, if you want to take a bath, you have to find a river.

A dozen or more people were bathing in batches on the river bank. What kind of privacy was there? It was just like the big bathhouses of later generations. They were all shiny and hairy. Who would care about whom?

But for Huang Yueying, the stimulating effect of this scene is too strong.

Fei Qian was running around during this period, and he was still in his early twenties. Under the high-intensity exercise, his muscle groups formed strips and pieces of powerful shapes, although they were not like those in later generations. The bodybuilder was so exaggerated, but after touching it, the tight feeling under the skin made Huang Yueying completely dizzy.

And the contrast between the skin that has been tanned due to exposure and the skin color of the body parts will make Huang Yueying take a look at it, and her little heart will beat several times, but then she can't help but secretly turn her eyes away, her eyes slowly Slowly slide down...

As for Mo Dou, this girl is two years younger than Huang Yueying. She opened her big eyes and looked at the hot water. Then she turned to look at Fei Qian, and then at the blushing Huang Yueying, who seemed to understand.

Fei Qian used the melon ribbon to clean his body with three strokes, then turned around and said, "I'm going to get up..."

"..." Huang Yueying was holding her face with her hands. When she saw Fei Qian turning his head, she quickly put her hands down, but she didn't know where to place her hands. She kept her eyes wide open for a while, looking a little at a loss.

"I said, I'm going to get up..." Fei Qian repeated helplessly.

"Oh...oh! Oh!" Huang Yueying turned around quickly.

Fortunately, Fei Qian turned around more quickly than the last time when he changed the bathtub, at least he didn't nearly knock himself flat...

But you ink-taker, just cover your eyes, your fingers are so wide apart, what on earth do you want to do?

Fei Qian stood up, grabbed the coarse grass cloth on the side, tied it around his waist, then took two steps and quickly sat in the third bathtub.

Huang Yueying heard the sound of water, and when she turned around, she only saw Fei Qian sinking himself completely into the third bucket. There were petals and hair floating on the water, and nothing could be seen...

Huang Yueying saw Mo Dou's forked fingers on the side, so she moved two steps, came close to Mo Dou, bit Mo Dou's ear, and said: "...see...what...nothing?"

Xiao Mo Dou put down his hand, turned his head and bit Huang Yueying's ear: "...It's too fast...It's so dark...I don't see anything...Ah! My dear, your ears are so hot!"

Huang Yueying couldn't help feeling ashamed, and stretched out her finger to flick Mo Dou's head. Doesn't this Mo Dou know how to control his voice?

"Ah!" Xiao Mo Dou covered his head with tears streaming down his face, "My dear, if you flick my head again, I will be stunned..."

"Just play, it's better if you play stupidly..." Huang Yueying doesn't accept this trick at all, she always tries to make trouble, this stupid girl.

Xiao Mo Dou rolled his eyes and quickly tugged on Huang Yueying's sleeves: "Young lady, you can't flick my head next time, it hurts so much... How about you flick my ass next time when you want to, it won't hurt so much... …”

When Fei Qian came out of the water, he saw Huang Yueying and Xiao Mo Dou entangled at the side. He shook his head and smiled. He came out of the tub, pulled the fine kudzu cloth aside, wiped it casually, and then took the small clothes and put them on. .

"Ah... Mr. Fei Lang has washed..." Xiao Mo Dou turned around and saw that Fei Qian had already gotten out of the bathtub. He immediately dropped Huang Yueying's sleeves, ran over in a dazed manner, and took a piece from the side. The dry cloth was turned behind Fei Qian and wiped the water from Fei Qian's hair.

There was no such thing as a hair dryer in the Han Dynasty, so after bathing, the hair could only be left loose. It was impossible to tie it up immediately. You could only use a dry cloth to carefully absorb the water first, and then wait slowly. After it dries naturally, use a comb to straighten it out, and finally it can be tied up, braided into a bun or worn with a crown.

Huang Yueying also wanted to go behind Fei Qian to help, but Fei Qian held her hand. She suddenly stood stiffly in front of Fei Qian like a goose, not knowing how to place her hands and feet.

Fei Qian rubbed Huang Yueying's hand, feeling the delicate skin on the back of the hand and the slightly rough calluses on the fingertips in contrast, and couldn't help but ask: "Ah, have you done anything recently..."

Huang Yueying nodded, and suddenly thought of remembering something, she said excitedly: "By the way, Mr. Lang, wait until I get off, and I'll get something over here..."

After saying that, he shook off Fei Qian's hand and ran away.

Ran……

Dizziness and brain swelling...

My thoughts are not going smoothly...

Subscriptions are down…

Um……

Is this rhythm a rhythm of slowly growing up and dying slowly...

The progress of the project is seriously unsatisfactory, mmp...

Going crazy...