Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 538 Inside the room

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

   Like mud armor on a boar.

  Of course, the dirt on Fei Qian's body is not as exaggerated as that of wild boars, but it is not a lot. Sitting in the huge bathtub, it is obvious that there is still 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 has been raised to the national level. In order to ensure the dignity of officials, the Han Law even stipulated that officials should be given a day to rest and take a bath every five days.

  Of course, although it is said to be "mu", it definitely does not refer to washing the hair, but also includes the concepts of "washing", "bath", and "bath". But washing your hair is the most important thing. Zhou Gong once "washed and held your hair three times". Because the ancients had long hair, if you don't wash your hair for a long time, not only will there be dandruff, but also various parasites. Insects, so for the Han Dynasty, washing hair was an extremely cumbersome project.

  The first bucket of water has been carried out and poured out. The first bucket of water is rice washing water, called pan soup, mainly to remove the thicker dirt on the surface of the body, and to repel insects.

  It’s like Feiqian’s second bucket of water, which is called Baitang. The water is nothing special, just ordinary water, but it has saponins and melons, mainly for cleaning some stubborn stains.

  Beside my own wooden barrel, there is a third wooden barrel called flower soup. Of course, as the name suggests, there are all kinds of flower petals in the water...

   This is the bathing standard of the gentry.

  Of course, it is also necessary to count the maids who are carrying hot water buckets and are always ready to add. But now, in the lock room, the blushing but extremely serious helpers are Huang Yueying and Xiao Mo Dou.

  Huang Yueying felt her head buzzing, and the blood seemed to rush to the top of her head. Even her dark complexion could clearly see the blush that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

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

   But now it’s like this, always rubbing melons on one place on the back, this...

   "Yueying, this... let me do it myself..." Fei Qian took the melon ribbon from the hand of Huang Yueying, whose eyes were a little blurred, and the skin would break if rubbed again.

  Fei Qian doesn't have any special feelings about naked body now. In places like Pingyang and Beiqu where the facilities are not completely sound, if you want to take a bath, you have to go to the river.

   A dozen or twenty people bathe in batches by the river bank, so there is no privacy, just like the big bathhouses of later generations, all the shiny ones are full of hair, who cares about whom?

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

Fei Qian has been running around during this period of time, and he is just in his early twenties. Under the high-intensity exercise, the muscle groups have formed strips and pieces full of strength, although they are not like the ones in later generations. The bodybuilder is so exaggerated, but after touching, the tightness under the skin made Huang Yueying completely dizzy.

There is also the contrast between the exposed tanned skin and the skin color of the body parts, Huang Yueying will take a look at it, and her little heart will beat several times, but then she can't help but secretly turn her gaze away, and her eyes are also slow Slowly slip down...

  As for Mo Dou, this girl is two years younger than Huang Yueying, with her eyes wide open, watching the hot water from the side, then turning her head to look at Fei Qian, and then at the blushing Huang Yueying, seeming to understand.

  Fei dived three times and twice, cleaned his body with melon tape, then turned his head and said, "I'm going to get up..."

   "..." Huang Yueying was holding her face with both hands, and when she saw Fei Qian turned her head, she quickly put her hands down, but she didn't know where to put her hands, her eyes were wide open for a while, and she seemed 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.

   It’s okay, it’s better than the last time Fei Qian turned around when he changed the tub, at least he didn’t almost knock himself flat…

   But you ink fountain, cover your eyes, just cover your eyes, your fingers are so apart, what do you want to do?

   Feiqian stood up, grabbed the coarse cotton cloth on the side, wrapped it around his waist, took two steps, and quickly sat in the third bathtub.

  Huang Yueying heard the sound of water, and when she turned around, she saw that Fei Qian had completely submerged herself in the third bucket. There were petals and hair floating on the water surface, but nothing could be seen...

  Huang Yueying saw the forked fingers of Mo Dou beside him, so she moved two steps, moved closer to Mo Dou, bit Mo Dou's ear, and said, "...see...what...do you have?"

Xiao Mo Dou put down his hand, and also turned his head to bite Huang Yueying's ears: "... It's too fast ... dark ... I don't see anything ... ah! Little mother, your ears are hot!"

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

   "Ah!" Little Mo Dou covered his forehead, tears streaming down his face, "Young lady, if you flick my head again, you will make me stupid..."

   "Just play it, it's better to play it stupidly..." Huang Yueying doesn't like this at all, she destroys the stage every time, this silly girl.

  Little Mo Dou rolled his eyes, and quickly tugged at Huang Yueying's sleeve: "Young lady, you can't flick my head next time, it hurts so much... How about flicking my **** next time you want to flick it, it won't hurt much..."

When Fei Qian emerged from the water, he saw Huang Yueying and Xiao Mo Dou entangled with each other, shaking his head and smiling, he came out of the tub, pulled the fine Gebu cloth on the side, wiped it casually, then took the little clothes and put them on .

"Ah... Mr. Fei Lang is finished washing..." Little Mo Dou turned his head and saw that Fei Qian had already got out of the tub, and instantly dropped Huang Yueying's sleeve, ran over joltingly, and took a piece of dry cloth from the side After turning to Fei Qian, he wiped the water off Fei Qian's hair.

There was no such thing as a hair dryer in the Han Dynasty, so after taking a bath, the hair can only be loosened, and it is impossible to tie it up immediately. You can only use a dry cloth to absorb the water first, and then wait for it to slowly dry. After the natural air-drying, it is straightened out with a comb, and finally it can be coiled, braided into a bun or worn with a crown.

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

  Fei Qian stroked Huang Yueying's hand, felt the delicate skin on the back of the hand and the slightly rough calluses on the fingertips in contrast, and couldn't help asking: "Ah, did you do something again recently..."

  Huang Yueying nodded, suddenly thinking of something, said excitedly: "By the way, sir, wait for me, I'll go get something..."

   After finishing speaking, he shook off Fei Qian's hand and ran away.

Ran…

   Dizzy and dizzy...

   Thinking is not going well...

   Subscription drop...

Ok…

   This rhythm can be regarded as the rhythm of raising slowly and dying slowly...

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

   Crazy...

  (end of this chapter)