The warm yellow candlelight flickered, and a sweet and strong fragrance wafted into their nostrils.
Before me was a completely different world. A wide corridor stretched out from my feet until it disappeared, with rooms on both sides of the corridor whose doors and windows were tightly locked.
The floor was covered with a soft yet sturdy long-haired carpet, and there was a charcoal fire burning nearby. The walls of the corridor were adorned with bold and unrestrained erotic paintings.
The wisps of incense drifted through the air, blurring the entire world before my eyes.
The sounds coming from the far end of the corridor were all decadent music, like the playing of string and wind instruments, as well as the laughter and playful sounds of men and women.
The rooms on either side of the corridor near Song Xizhi and He Jingyan were relatively quiet, without music, unlike the lively atmosphere outside. Even the candlelight was very dim, making the room appear quite dark.
However, if you listen carefully, you can faintly hear some soft, fragmented sounds coming from inside.
Noisy, chaotic, and mysterious, it's like a den of iniquity.
Song Xizhi smelled the lingering fragrance, sniffed, gently rubbed her nose with her finger, and glanced at He Jingyan.
For some reason, although the incense was very strong and seemed to be a mixture of various scents, she could even tell that some of the incense came from her incense tasting pavilion.
However, Song Xizhi found the incense here very strange, and she even subconsciously felt a bit disgusted and repulsed.
He Jingyan turned around and closed the bronze door, locking it again before looking down and exchanging a glance with Song Xizhi.
The two took off their dirty boots, stepped forward, and walked onto the clean white carpet in front of them.
The blankets were soft, and you could tell they were expensive just by stepping on them. The roadsides were also covered with all sorts of paintings.
The content is explicit and extravagant, and all of it is painted with expensive pigments.
As Song Xizhi followed He Jingyan, he carefully observed the furnishings around the corridor, trying to find some clues.
Before Song Xizhi could figure out what was going on, he suddenly noticed that He Jingyan in front of him had stopped walking.
Song Xizhi looked up in surprise and saw the man's solemn expression and his imposing aura.
His magnetic voice sounded softly in my ear: "Oh no, there are footsteps ahead."
Song Xizhi's pupils suddenly dilated, and he gritted his teeth as he looked ahead. At the corner at the end of the corridor, he saw a corner of clothing.
The hem of the garment was black, and the material didn't look particularly luxurious. Song Xizhi remembered that only guards from the Zhao family would wear such clothing.
The guards had probably finished dealing with the fire upstairs and then came down to patrol.
Seeing that they were about to collide head-on, things became extremely tricky. Song Xizhi felt the chill behind him and looked up at He Jingyan.
He Jingyan reacted quickly, grabbing Song Xizhi's hand and pulling him back.
As you walk, observe the closed rooms on both sides of the corridor to see if there is any movement inside.
Once he found a completely quiet room, he took out the copper wire hidden in his sleeve.
In a flash, the iron lock fell to the ground, and He Jingyan caught it steadily in his hand.
Then, with a sudden pull of his long arm, he grabbed Song Xizhi's wrist, and the two of them hid in a locked room just as the patrolling guard turned around.
Everything happened so suddenly that Song Xizhi was pulled abruptly by He Jingyan and leaned against the wooden door, clutching his chest with lingering fear.
He Jingyan leaned against the wooden door, and looking at Song Xizhi in front of him, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down at this moment.
Before he could catch his breath, he heard the voices of the two guards again.
"I think I just heard a noise?"
Another guard replied, "I also heard the door close; it sounded rather strange."
As they spoke, they heard their footsteps getting closer and closer.
One, two, it felt like stepping on He Jingyan's heart.
The man's dark eyes churned. He looked down into Song Xizhi's eyes, only to find that Song Xizhi's gaze skipped over him and went to the spot behind him.
Her pupils constricted, and her mouth opened wide involuntarily; she looked utterly shocked.
He Jingyan frowned slightly and turned to follow Song Xizhi's gaze—
In the hazy darkness, what came into view was an enormous cabinet.
The cabinet almost took up an entire wall, and it was filled with a dazzling array of props.
Some of them were things they had seen in Zhao Qingshu's room that day, and some they had never seen before; they couldn't tell what they were at all.
Below the cabinet was a huge bed that took up almost half of the room.
The sheer curtains partially concealed the view, while soft silk satin hung from the ceiling.
On the two walls to the left and right, there are huge paintings depicting naked men and women in various poses.
The purpose of this room is quite obvious, and it is made almost entirely undisguised.
The towering cabinet and the explicit paintings filled their entire field of vision, even more shocking than what they had seen in Zhao Qingshu's room that day.
After entering the room, Song Xizhi and He Jingyan were attracted by the sounds of men and women outside. They thought that these locked rooms were all ordinary side rooms, but they did not expect that they actually contained hidden secrets.
It is used for this purpose.
Before He Jingyan could react, he heard the voices of the two guards getting closer and closer.
"Look, that house over there isn't locked, the lights aren't on, and there's no sound at all..."
"When we left just now, there was no one inside."
As the two guards spoke, they gripped the longswords at their sides, frowned, and headed toward the room where Song Xizhi was to check on the situation.
At this critical moment, He Jingyan looked at the woman in front of him, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
He suddenly reached out and pulled off the high-tied man's hair bun on Song Xizhi's head.
In an instant, his black hair was completely undone. Song Xi was stunned, and then felt his body suddenly lose weight before being lifted into the air by the man in front of him.
He Jingyan swiftly and decisively picked up Song Xizhi and carried him step by step to the bedside.
He placed the woman on the bed, and with a slight flick of his long, slender fingers, her black night clothes fell down in an instant.
First the outer garment, then the inner garment. The man's fingers were incredibly nimble. Before Song Xizhi could even react, he felt a chill on his shoulder.
Behind the man was a huge painting, the explicit artwork depicting everything in great detail.
However, He Jingyan's handsome face appeared dim and unclear against the light from outside.
He didn't speak, but stood by the bed, looking down at her. Even though time was of the essence, his movements were still slow and deliberate, with a unique charm.
Although the stove was burning throughout the darkroom, Song Xizhi still couldn't help but shudder when he took off his clothes and his skin came into contact with the air.
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