The man looked up and gazed at the seat directly opposite him in the audience.
Besides the stage being placed in the very center of the hall, the room on the third floor is located right behind the stage.
He tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against the woman's ear: "By looking at the three floors ahead, you can tell which floor is most important to Zhao Qingshu by which number of guards you can tell."
Upon hearing the man's words, Song Xizhi raised his head, his gaze passing over the magnificent stage and landing on the opposite corridor.
The corridor spans three floors. It's unclear what the rooms with closed doors and windows are used for, but many men and women are laughing and joking as they walk by, and many guards are patrolling.
Knowing He Jingyan's plan, and seeing the man beside her looking calm and relaxed, she felt inexplicably at ease.
Having thought of this, Song Xizhi finally felt relieved.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed servants moving around nearby, each carrying a tray. Some trays held fruit, while others held fine wine.
On the other hand, some people had small white porcelain boxes on their trays.
Those high-ranking officials and nobles took the white porcelain box from the servant, held it to their noses and took a deep breath. Their expressions gradually relaxed, and their eyes gradually became unfocused.
Upon seeing this scene, Song Xizhi's eyes darkened slightly.
While earnestly massaging He Jingyan's legs and shoulders, she leaned close to his ear and asked sweetly, "Would you like some fruit, my lord?"
A woman's words are very suggestive.
He Jingyan felt her soft, yielding movements, and heard her breath, sweet as orchids, as if she were coquettishly pleading.
The man suddenly changed his sitting posture and looked at her with his deep eyes again.
Song Xizhi thought he hadn't understood his hint, so he pressed himself even closer to him, his voice becoming softer and gentler, as if it could drip water.
Just then, a servant passed by the two of them. The man stretched out his long arm, grabbed Song Xizhi's waist, and swiftly pulled her into his arms.
Song Xizhi suddenly felt a domineering force around his waist, and then everything suddenly spun around him.
When she came to her senses, she was already in the man's broad embrace.
Song Xizhi felt the man's hot, large hand gripping her waist, the force quite strong, as if he were imprisoning her.
She blinked her big, watery eyes and looked at him innocently: "Sir, what's wrong?"
The man narrowed his eyes, straightened his body slightly, and pressed his chest closer to hers.
"I'm afraid your hands will get tired if I massage too much."
He spoke with deep affection, but his hand was not idle. As the servant passed by, he took the small box from the servant's tray.
The servant was taken aback, then saw the man beside him grab the woman's chin with a lecherous look on his face.
Judging from his appearance, he looks like he's planning to do something bad.
He understood immediately and quickly took the tray and walked away.
Seeing his actions, Song Xizhi was delighted, but feigned shyness and leaned against the man's firm chest, asking in a low voice, "Did you get that addictive drug?"
He Jingyan nodded, looking at her intently: "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi sat up straight abruptly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and mouthed happily, "There's evidence."
The man sensed her joy and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
The two were extremely close at this moment, and when they looked at each other, they could see their own reflections in each other's pupils.
The world seemed to quiet down at that moment. Song Xizhi felt her heart pounding and tilted her head to smile foolishly at him, but she didn't expect the man's big hand to suddenly grab her ankle.
He turned her legs around, and the two sat facing each other.
The man moved extremely quickly. Before Song Xizhi could even react, he saw the man lean down and kiss her.
A long, lingering kiss.
My head was a complete mess.
She didn't know how much time had passed when the man slowly sat up and left her lips. Song Xizhi leaned against him, feeling weak all over, her cheeks still burning.
The man's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was still a little unsteady.
She frowned at him and whispered, "What are you doing all of a sudden?"
A hint of amusement flickered in the man's tender eyes as he explained earnestly, "Someone was watching us just now."
Song Xizhi's brows furrowed even deeper: "Where was that just now?"
But He Jingyan did not answer. He said in a low voice, "The second floor has the most guards. It's the second room on the left on the second floor."
After saying this, he stood up and pulled Song Xizhi towards the second floor.
The two were walking one after the other, with He Jingyan walking very fast, and Song Xizhi was being led by him to jog along the way.
The two men's impatient appearance did not arouse suspicion, but at this moment, a fat man with a staggering gait appeared in front of them.
Whether it was from too much drug or alcohol, he was staggering as he walked. But when he looked up and caught sight of Song Xizhi with his unfocused eyes, his expression turned lecherous.
He looked Song Xizhi up and down, finally fixing his gaze on Song Xizhi's chest.
Normally, Song Xizhi would hate this kind of gaze the most, but now, she seemed to have thought of something and suddenly narrowed her eyes.
She gently adjusted her hair, the movement lifting her dress and highlighting her graceful figure.
"Beauty..." the fat, big-eared man murmured in a daze.
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