Chapter 21 Why are you here? I was just thinking about how to catch you back, but you...
The night wind was bitingly cold, whistling in from the open door, flowing through Shen Wenji's sleeves, and instantly swept away all the warmth from her body.
The bad news was like thunder, sending chills all over her body.
Shen Wenji didn't even bother with etiquette. She grabbed the patrol disciple's arm, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Have you ever seen the thief? Or have you ever personally checked Second Senior Sister's bedroom?"
"I, I..." The disciple swallowed, his voice trembling as he stammered, "I was on patrol when I felt a surge of demonic energy approaching. I followed it and was led to the door of Second Senior Sister's bedroom. The lights were still on inside, and Second Senior Sister responded to my calls. She didn't sound unusual, and didn't seem under duress."
The blood drained from his face, as if he were recalling an extremely terrifying scene. His voice suddenly rose and changed its tone: "Just when I thought I was making a fuss, a scream came from Senior Sister's room, and then the oil lamp was extinguished. The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anyone clearly..."
"I was so frightened that my soul flew out of my body. Trembling, I kicked the door open, only to find that the house was empty, filled with only a swirling demonic energy." He was overwhelmed with shame and lowered his head deeply, not daring to look into Shen Wenji's eyes. "I am an incompetent disciple and dare not stay any longer. I have come here to report immediately..."
Yan Xu, leaning against the porch pillar, snorted coldly, crossed his shoulders, and spoke in a cold voice, "In other words, you didn't witness Second Senior Sister being abducted with your own eyes, and you didn't dare to go in and investigate. You're afraid that the thief is still there and your life is in danger, right?"
Upon hearing this, the patrolling disciple knelt down on the ground, kowtowed several times, and said with a sob, "My cultivation is low and I am not good at fighting. I am afraid I am no match for the thieves. Please punish me, Acting Elder."
The acting elder he was referring to was Shen Wenji.
The Hehuan Sect was currently in a turbulent time, and she was uneasy about revealing her true identity, so she announced that her second senior sister was the young leader who hadn't succeeded to the throne. To avoid seeing her second senior sister, the former leader's mother had declared a retreat for cultivation. Elder Zhang, who was supposed to be acting as the sect's chief, had been traveling recently and was not currently within the sect.
Therefore, Shen Wenji got himself a nominal position as acting elder to manage the leaderless Hehuan Sect.
The demon thieves must have realized this, which is why they dared to commit the crime today.
Shen Wenji closed her eyes, suppressing the turbulent emotions surging in them. She took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in her heart. At this moment, she was the backbone of the Hehuan Sect and could not lose her composure.
She lowered her eyes to look at her disciple, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling like a sieve. It was human nature to seek profit and avoid harm, and it was also human instinct to protect oneself in times of danger. He and his senior sister didn't have a deep relationship, so there was really no reason for him to risk his life. She also understood, and after all, she couldn't blame him too harshly.
"For dereliction of duty, a quarter of your monthly salary will be deducted as a penalty." Shen Wenji looked away, his voice deliberately calm: "Lead the way, let's go to the scene to investigate."
Just as the patrolling disciple said, there were not many people along the way, but the subtle demonic energy was like a thorn in the flesh, lingering and making people feel upset.
Arriving at the door of Second Senior Sister's bedroom, there was nothing unusual around. The doors and windows were intact, the eaves were neat, and not even a tile was loose. Shen Wenji carefully examined it and found no signs of forced entry or escape with anyone.
If the thief hadn't been incredibly skilled, and could have easily abducted someone without leaving any trace in a short period of time, then he must have been lurking in the room the entire time, waiting for the patrolling disciple to flee in panic before abducting Senior Sister and swaggering out the main gate.
Shen Wenji was so angry that his teeth itched, and he felt that the punishment just now was too light.
She pushed the door open and inspected the room carefully. The room was neatly furnished, with no signs of a struggle. Only from the beams, a thick, inky demonic aura lingered for a long time. Lying quietly on the floor in the middle, a silk handkerchief embroidered with entwined mandarin ducks lay.
Bending over to pick up the handkerchief, her fingertips brushing against the familiar, delicate stitching, she knew it had been dropped by Second Senior Sister. Perhaps it had fallen from her body during a violent struggle? Or perhaps it was a clue to them?
Shen Wenji carefully put the handkerchief into his arms, his eyes fell on the steaming hot teacup beside him. The tea in it was the black tea that Xie Yunqing had given him today. The teacup was still boiling hot, so the person should not have gone far.
Her calm, bright eyes suddenly dimmed. She pursed her lips and ordered, "The thieves entered the Hehuan Sect unimpeded. They must have colluded with someone inside. Pass my order on. From now on, the Hehuan Sect will be closed. No one is allowed to enter or leave."
She walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
Just as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a brown paper envelope on the open space beside the door.
Before entering the house, she had clearly checked her surroundings carefully and found nothing. Therefore, this letter must have been secretly left outside the door when she entered.
This is too bold and full of provocation, as if the Hehuan Sect is his backyard and he can come and go freely without any supervision.
Shen Wenji suppressed the anger in his heart and violently tore open the envelope.
The handwriting on the letter inside was sloppily written, and the message was concise and to the point: "The day after tomorrow, bring the sacred object of the Hehuan Sect to the Wuyou Inn on the Wangchuan River to exchange. If it succeeds, I will return. Otherwise..."
Following closely behind was a shocking bright red cross drawn heavily with a cinnabar pen.
The Forgotten River is a nickname used by the people. It is a dark river that separates the demon world and the human world. Because the demon world is always dark and treacherous, like hell on earth, the river leading to the demon world is called the Forgotten River.
Wuyou Inn is the only inn beside the Wangchuan River. The owner is a man who is not afraid of death. In order to make money, he opened an inn in a gloomy and scary place to provide a place to stay for people entering and leaving the demon world.
The fact that this person dared to bring this letter proves that they are not afraid of the Hehuan Sect at all, but they covet the holy object mentioned in the letter, so they are willing to use the life of the next young sect leader to force the Hehuan Sect to hand it over.
Although she didn't know what the holy object the thief was talking about, Shen Wenji knew that she had implicated her senior sister. If she hadn't proposed the disguise plan, her senior sister wouldn't have been abducted by the thief.
"Senior Sister..." Her throat choked.
Yan Xu, who was standing by, took the letter from her hand, lowered his eyes to look at Shen Wenji, who was clearly in a bad state, and said comfortingly, "The person in the letter wants to use your senior sister to exchange for the holy object. He will definitely not touch her in the short term. I believe her life is safe for the time being. Don't worry too much. The most urgent thing is to find out the origins of the thief and what the holy object is."
Shen Wenji nodded, forcing herself to get over the guilt. She still had one day left, and she must not become depressed because of this.
She fiercely wiped the moisture from her eyes and immediately ordered Yan Xu to mobilize all her spies to investigate. Then, she went to her mother's retreat, broke the news of her sister's disappearance, and pleaded with her to come out. Finally, to ensure everything was safe, she sent a message to the traveling Elder Zhang, urging her to return quickly.
After questioning everyone in the Hehuan Sect one by one, she still didn't find any suspicious people. When she looked up again, the sky was already bright. She hadn't slept all night.
Lingzhi felt sorry for her health and advised her to take a rest.
Shen Wenji simply shook his head, forced a forced smile, and forced himself to finish processing the pile of files on his desk. He also carefully sorted and copied the Hehuan Sect's recent cultivation manuals, preparing to take them to the master compiler for consideration tonight.
"Miss, are you really going to Zuihualou tonight?" Lingzhi was worried, "Can you handle it?"
Shen Wenji patted the back of her hand and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I'm not a delicate girl. I'm strong and have a lot of energy. I just stayed up all night and I'm still full of energy. Go and help me prepare men's clothes for tonight. I must meet this reclusive immortal tonight."
Ling Zhi sighed, but she couldn't persuade Shen Wenji, so she had to do as he said.
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Dusk is falling and the lights are coming on.
Shen Wenji arrived near Zuihua Tower a few hours in advance. He wanted to sneak into the private room in the west wing to investigate, but he was stopped by two smartly dressed servants as he approached the gate.
The servant who stopped her was abnormally respectful in his words, but his words were very precise. He was determined not to let her take even a single step in, and even made some ridiculous excuses, such as that the feng shui of Zuihua Tower was not good today and would offend the distinguished guest.
Shen Wenji: “???” She just felt it was outrageous, as if someone was deliberately stopping her.
In desperation, she had to find a corner, tilt her head back and drink a small pot of liquor, pretending to be drunk, and imitated Yan Xu's behavior last time, staggering and trying to force her way in.
Since the servant didn't dare to hurt her, the probability of her forcing her way in was still very high.
However, just as she yelled twice under the influence of alcohol, several dark shadows descended from the sky like ghosts. Without saying a word, they grabbed her hands and feet and lifted her up and carried her out.
Shen Wenji was so shocked that he almost sobered up. His face flushed red, his peach blossom eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly became clear.
No, huh?
This Zuihualou hides far more secrets than she imagined. This ordinary restaurant actually employs so many secret guards, and each of them looks powerful and should not be underestimated.
She closed her eyes tightly, pretending to be drunk, and didn't dare to resist.
She thought she would be thrown roughly onto the street, but the secret guards were extremely considerate and carried her to a high-end inn not far away, rented a top room, and gently placed her on the soft bed.
Shen Wenji pretended to sleep the whole way, but was actually secretly listening to their conversation.
One of the secret guards was quite dissatisfied and grumbled quietly, "In the past, when we encountered people who broke in like this, we either killed them or drove them away. Why is it so troublesome this time? We even have to serve them well? It's really troublesome."
Another person immediately shouted, "Silence! This is a distinguished person. We have strict orders not to neglect him in the slightest, so of course we must serve him well. If you dare to touch a hair on his head, you will never see the sun again tomorrow, and you won't even see the moon tonight."
After settling the people down, the two disappeared in an instant without leaving a trace.
Shen Wenji opened her eyes, her pupils flickering. Based on their conversation, she deduced that someone familiar was preventing her from entering Zuihualou. That person had no ill intentions, no desire for money or life, but simply refused to let her in. It was quite strange.
The previous times she entered Zuihualou, she was dressed as a man. If the mysterious man mentioned by the secret guard was someone she knew in Zuihualou, what if she entered dressed as a woman this time?
The time for the master to show up was imminent. Shen Wenji made up her mind and decided not to hesitate any longer. She decided to take a gamble.
She quickly undid the man's hair crown, letting his long black hair cascade down like a waterfall. She neatly tied it into a fashionable bun, a hairpin inlaid with kingfisher feathers and rubies, and inserted it diagonally into her temples.
She smoothed her face in the mirror, lightly applying makeup, and her captivating peach blossom eyes became even more radiant. Her eyes were slightly upturned, and beneath them was a delicate mole. Her nose was straight, and below her were delicate lips, painted with brightly colored lipstick, but the lip line was extremely soft, adding a touch of innocence and cuteness.
She also bought some unworn clothes from a brothel girl at a high price and replaced them with men's clothes.
When he appeared in front of Zuihua Tower again, Shen Wenji was a completely different person. He was wearing a transparent moon-white jacket with a water-red silk bodice underneath. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a delicate white neck that was more eye-catching than mutton-fat jade.
She wore a smoky purple pleated skirt with golden cassia flowers embroidered on the hems. The hem of her skirt fluttered as she walked, and the hem swept across the ground, bringing with it a faint, cold fragrance.
Looking at the whole person, it seems as if she is woven by moonlight, with the corners stained by the night. She is gorgeous but not vulgar, delicate but not coquettish, completely different from the beautiful women in front of the building.
Her appearance instantly attracted the attention of all the pleasure seekers.
Among them, Young Master Wang was the most arrogant and daring. He leaned forward, his fat belly protruding, his eyes glued to Shen Wenji, and said with a lecherous look, "My beauty, would you please do me the honor of sharing a drink with me? I've already prepared a fine feast at Zuihualou."
Shen Wenji's stomach churned, and he suppressed the urge to throw a punch. His thick eyelashes drooped, hiding the disgust in his eyes. He barely raised his red lips and nodded slightly.
Prince Wang was overjoyed, and his short, thick, greasy fingers couldn't wait to wrap around the slender waist that was so thin that it could be held in one hand.
Shen Wenji's body tensed instantly, his delicate brows furrowed, he took a breath, and his nails from clenching his fists almost dug into his flesh, only then did he manage not to explode on the spot.
In order to enter this Zuihualou, she really... risked everything.
On ordinary days, such a filthy creature wouldn't even be able to touch a corner of her clothes.
With the help of Prince Wang's power that no one dared to offend, and Shen Wenji's unique disguise, he finally got into Zuihua Tower as he wished.
She had hoped to find an opportunity to escape, but Prince Wang was as sticky as a sticky candy, insisting she stay for a drink. It wasn't even time yet, and she couldn't cause trouble in Zuihualou. If she made too much noise, she would definitely be kicked out, and it would be difficult to get back in.
This risky move ultimately backfired. Shen Wenji had no choice but to sit down with him.
During the meal, Prince Wang frequently made advances, his hands ruthlessly trying to do something inappropriate. Shen Wenji wore a fake smile, but his hands were merciless, pinching, twisting, and kicking, each move ruthless.
But the prince, so obsessed with sex, actually thought she was just a girl with a strong temper and a bit of force. Far from being annoyed, he actually became more interested. He poured her wine slowly, his eyes gleaming with determination, as if this stunning beauty before him was already in his pocket and he had plenty of time to play with her.
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Xie Yunqing had gone to the Hehuan Sect yesterday, but was turned away. He was about to return in disgrace, but then he sensed the presence of demons stirring. He suspected a demonic rebellion, and after searching for them, he found no trace of blood. He'd been busy and exhausted until now, finally finding time to return to Zuihua Tower.
When Wu Feng saw him return, he handed the secret report reported by the secret guard today to Xie Yunqing.
Xie Yunqing didn't even blink, and said listlessly, "These are trivial matters, you can handle them yourself."
"Really not going to watch?" Wu Feng raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Your young master Shen came here twice today."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yunqing immediately sat up straight, raised the corners of his eyes, and glanced at the secret report, which he read without hesitation.
"Kicked them out?" He raised his eyes, his pupils as black as ink, and his voice couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. "Who gave the order?"
"???" Wu Feng was confused and said, "Brother, didn't you order him to do that? If you weren't here, he wasn't allowed to set foot in Zuihualou."
Xie Yunqing narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "I asked you to leave, not to drive you out."
Wu Feng: "..."
Well, your ability to be picky about words has improved again.
He choked for a moment and explained silently, "Don't worry, we were extremely respectful and never hurt the young master in the slightest."
Xie Yunqing didn't quite believe what Wu Feng said. After all, he knew his subordinates and they were definitely not the kind of people who would show mercy to women.
So, he quietly released a trace of spiritual consciousness to explore whether there was any fluctuation of Shen Wenji's spiritual power in Zuihualou. If the spiritual power fluctuation was too large, it must be that there was a fight in Zuihualou. He would take this opportunity to go to her and apologize.
You wouldn't know if you didn't investigate, but once you investigated, your heart suddenly tightened.
Although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, he sensed a trace of aura belonging to Shen Wenji himself.
That faint yet familiar scent was lingering among the noisy banquet on the first floor.
Shen Wenji is actually in Zuihua Tower at this time?
Xie Yunqing frowned and looked at Wu Feng, asking, "Are you sure you stopped him? Did you not let him in?"
Wu Feng patted his chest and assured, even boasting: "Don't worry, it's blocked tightly. Even if Shen Wenji turns into a fly, he can't fly in."
But the feeling of spiritual energy was extremely real. Xie Yunqing knew very well that there was no serious activity in Zuihualou at night, and he was always worried.
Although he was not in charge of Zuihualou at night and he was not supposed to show up, an indescribable anxiety gripped him.
Xie Yunqing had not changed his clothes yet and was still wearing the dark brocade robe with dark patterns. His face was covered with a cold black and gold evil ghost mask. Following the guidance of the breath, he walked quickly towards the corridor on the second floor.
He stood on the second floor, his eyes sweeping over the noisy crowd downstairs, and almost instantly, he locked onto that familiar figure.
Shen Wenji was wearing women's clothing that had never been seen before. Her delicate and graceful curves were fully revealed under the thin moon-white jacket and water-red bodice.
I was drinking and chatting happily with a fat man at the same table.
He has no eye problems and would never make a mistake.
Just as he guessed, Shen Wenji was really a woman disguised as a man.
The hand gripping the sword paused imperceptibly, a slight crackling sound coming from the joints. Unable to suppress his anger, he pulled the blade a little further. The sharp, gleaming blade reflected the swaying hairpin on Shen Wenji's temples as he looked up at the wine table across from him.
She was leaning sideways to listen to the person next to her talking. The draft blew on her moon-white jacket, and the open collar revealed her fair skin. Her neck was dazzlingly white in the light.
Maybe it was because she was drunk, her hair was a little messy, her eyes were flushed, and when she smiled, the corners of her eyes turned up. The bright red teardrop mole should have been facing only him.
Xie Yunqing's knuckles tightened around the sword, his fingertips turning white, and the scabbard left a red mark on his palm. A fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat, and the rage in his eyes threatened to burst out. His icy gaze fixed on Shen Wenji.
Shen Wenji was trying hard to suppress her nausea while dealing with Prince Wang when she suddenly felt an unexpected gaze that was so strong that it made her heart palpitate, staring at her.
Alarm bells rang in her heart, and she turned her head slightly, glancing over casually.
The light inside Zuihua Tower was dim and bright. Among the mottled shadows, she accurately locked onto the dark figure.
The man had broad shoulders and long legs, leaning against the wall with a sword in his arms. The dim and hazy light blurred his outline, making him look cold and stern.
He was wearing a terrifying black and gold devil mask, and his tall and slender figure seemed to be coated with a layer of the same glaze. He was like a ghost and it was impossible to understand what he was thinking.
This was their second meeting.
Their sight met unexpectedly. The man's eyes were pitch black, and that pure black was bottomless. Even though they were not too far away from each other, it made Shen Wenji's heart jump.
He was in a trance and even neglected to be on guard against the scoundrel beside him.
That restless hand actually stroked her shoulders and neck, trying to pull her into his arms.
Shen Wenji looked at the other person with disgust, clenching his fists ready to strike.
However, before she could make a move.
With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, a silver-white long sword flew down from the second floor and brushed past Prince Wang's restless arm with incredible precision.
"Ah!" A pig-slaughtering howl sounded, and a bloody wound deep enough to see the bone suddenly opened up. Prince Wang suddenly shook his hand away in pain.
Shen Wenji's pupils suddenly shrank. This sword... looked so familiar.
Before she could take a closer look, the man on the second floor just waved his hand casually, and the spiritual sword returned to its sheath with a clang.
Immediately afterwards, Shen Wenji's slender waist was embraced, and the cold black-gold mask bumped against her sensitive earlobe, causing her to shudder.
As the world spun around her, she was picked up by the man in black.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd and Prince Wang's cursing, he quickly jumped into a quiet and elegant room on the second floor.
Shen Wenji didn't struggle, which was a good opportunity for her to escape.
With a "bang!", the door was slammed shut roughly.
She was pushed against the cold door by the man.
Xie Yunqing leaned down, supported himself on the wall with one hand, and placed his strong and sturdy arm on the side of Shen Wenji's face, holding her firmly in this small space.
Those bottomless black eyes, rolling with ink, looked down at her hatefully submissive appearance, his back teeth clattering, and he wished he could tear this heartless little liar in front of him into pieces and eat him up.
In front of him, she was so tense and aggressive, like a firecracker ready to ignite. But in front of others, she was so obedient and docile, which was really hateful.
He was so angry that he almost died. His heart felt like it was being repeatedly burned by a hot iron, and the swelling jealousy and irritability almost burst his chest.
Shen Wenji was forced to look up, staring at the strange man in front of her. He clearly had no intention of killing her, yet he stopped her from leaving. Could he be another pervert like the young master outside the house?
To test him, he deliberately softened his voice, with just the right amount of panic: "Thank you for your help, sir. I wonder what you mean by this?"
Xie Yunqing lowered his head and moved closer. The light in front of Shen Wenji's eyes was blocked by his figure. The distance between them was extremely shortened. The air pressure became cramped. She seemed like a prey caught in a net bag.
A few strands of hair hung down in front of the man's forehead, half covering his dark, narrow, almond-shaped eyes.
His eyes were like deep pools, and his voice was extremely hoarse. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, wrapped in a dangerous aura: "Whatever you want to do with the man downstairs, you have to do with me."
The meaning of "what" is self-evident, it is nothing more than a brothel business.
The mottled moonlight shone into the room, the halo trembling. The room was eerily quiet, the air seemed to be frozen, and only the breathing sounds of the two people close to each other remained.
The man's hand that was supporting the door panel slowly dropped down, his five fingers spread out, and with unquestionable strength, he tightly grasped her arm through the thin moon-white jacket.
The hot palm burned into the skin through the clothes, and the large hand left a light red fingerprint on the white arm.
Shen Wenji was not at all panicked. She smiled, raised her eyes with a murderous look, and said with a smile: "What if I want to kill him?"
Xie Yunqing lowered his eyes and saw a dagger pressed against his chest, and the person holding the knife was the smiling woman in front of him.
The tip of the knife was pressed against his heart, as if if she moved just an inch closer, this ruthless dagger would easily end his life.
This is the familiar Shen Wenji.
He laughed softly, his voice muffled in his throat, with a kind of bewitching hoarseness.
Then, he casually loosened his grip on her. Under Shen Wenji's vigilant gaze, he casually took off his outer robe.
Shen Wenji's throat moved slightly, and he gripped the dagger infused with spiritual power even tighter.
The next second, the black robe with warm body temperature was covered on her by the man. The tip of her nose was filled with the pleasant fragrance of resin, mixed with a cool scent of white plum, which was a very familiar smell.
"Remember," the man raised his eyelids, his voice filled with a lazy smile, "you owe me a favor."
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he flipped out of the open window and disappeared into the night.
Shen Wenji wrapped himself tightly in his robe, which carried his body temperature and scent. He looked at the empty window and muttered softly, "I didn't need your help in the first place. It's so inexplicable."
Estimating that the time was approaching, she tiptoed out of the house and, relying on her memory of the last time she delivered medicine, sneaked towards the private room in the deepest part of the west wing.
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Xie Yunqing flashed back to the private room in the west wing. Ever since Shen Wenji took the initiative to kiss him in this room that day, he used this room as his resting room and did not allow any outsiders to enter.
At this moment, he took off his mask and ordered Wu Feng to find someone to send Shen Wenji out of Zuihua Tower.
Wu Feng had been watching the show from the shadows, but now he was awakened from his dream. He stared with wide eyes, pointed at Xie Yunqing, then pointed outside the door, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak coherently: "You, you were hugging that...stunning beauty...is that your young master Shen?"
Xie Yunqing nodded, glanced at him, and said with disdain: "Your intelligence network is useless. You can't even find out whether she is a man or a woman."
"You knew this a long time ago?" Wu Feng exclaimed as if he had discovered a new world. "I thought you really were gay."
"Shut up and go." Xie Yunqing glanced at him impatiently, his eyes so cold that they could freeze a person to death.
Wu Feng had just left the house for a moment when he returned, his face instantly filled with a mischievous smile of anticipation: "Tsk, no need for me to see him off. He's come to the door on his own and is heading towards the west wing."
"What?" Xie Yunqing's face changed and he stood up suddenly. He must not let Shen Wenji find out that the man with the black and gold mask was the same person as Xie Yunqing.
He hurriedly tried to untie the conspicuous black brocade robe on his body.
Wu Feng tactfully dodged out, leaving behind a gloating quip: "Looking at the direction they're coming from, it's clear they're coming for you. It's best that you take care of this mission of escorting the beauty back yourself."
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Shen Wenji clutched the manuscript in his sleeve, his palms sweating. He said he would figure it out, but his heart was beating like a drum.
She repeated the prepared words over and over in her mind, suppressed the panic in her heart, and followed the deep corridor until she finally reached the door of the private room in the deepest part of the west wing.
This room… Shen Wenji paused, his fingertips unconsciously brushing against his lips.
The soft touch of lips and teeth that day, accompanied by the ambiguous sound of water, suddenly hit my mind, so clear that it made my heart tremble.
She shook her head violently, shaking off the memories that were brought back to her mind.
Zuihualou was always filled with a mixture of the scent of cosmetics and alcohol, but the further she went in, the more she smelled a completely different, bitter sandalwood scent.
The master's taste is indeed elegant and refined.
She made all the preparations, took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, raised her hand and knocked on the door respectfully.
A familiar voice, as clear and smooth as jade, came from inside the door, wrapped in a bit of laziness, and said nonchalantly: "Come in."
Shen Wenji's head buzzed as if struck by thunder, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify at that moment.
This voice… Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It must be an auditory hallucination!
She shook her head violently, trying to dispel the absurd speculation. With a slight tremor in her fingertips, she gently pushed open the door.
The first thing that caught her eye was the outer robe of the Tianxuan Sect disciple hanging at the entrance. It was embroidered with a unique cloud emblem, and there was no way she could mistake it.
Shen Wenji stared at the man in the outer robe and murmured to himself, "Master...is he from the Tianxuan Sect?"
Further ahead was a hanging bead curtain. She took small steps and, as if possessed, opened a corner of the curtain.
The man reclining on the couch was drinking from his hand, and the moonlight leaked in through the carved window lattice and fell right on him.
A crimson headband was loosely tied around his black hair, with the end hanging over the edge of the couch. It swayed gently as he tilted his head back, giving him a wild and unruly look.
The exposed collarbone has clear lines, and there are wet drops of water on it, which should be the wine sliding down the rolling Adam's apple.
With his shirt open, the outline of his well-defined abdominal muscles was faintly visible, with a few bulging veins attached to the smooth and regular lines, coated with an ambiguous silver glow by the moonlight, which was indescribably charming and elegant.
Hearing Shen Wenji's footsteps, he tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his face.
He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips stained with wine, his face shimmering with color.
This is clearly the chief disciple of Tianxuan Sect, Xie Yunqing.
When I think of Xie Shoutu, who was dressed in plain white with even his cuffs tied tightly.
Behind the scenes... he was so dissolute.
Shen Wenji took a breath of cold air, as if he had seen a ghost, and subconsciously took half a step back.
The Hehuan Sect jade pendant hanging around his waist unexpectedly hit the pillar behind him, making a crisp and abrupt sound.
The person on the couch instantly opened his eyelids and looked up.
The moment their eyes met, even though Xie Yunqing had been prepared, he was still startled by the beauty of Shen Wenji. A deep look flashed in his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and a strange heat suddenly rushed into Xie Yunqing's heart.
He put down the wine cup, and the wine created tiny ripples on the rim of the cup.
Xie Yunqing casually raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly, and opened his thin lips slightly. There was a hint of amusement in his voice of feigned surprise, and his clear voice deliberately prolonged the tone: "Junior Brother Shen? Were you talking about Tianxuan Sect just now?"
Shen Wenji's breathing stagnated and his heart stopped.
She suddenly raised her hands to cover her chest. It was over.
What she was wearing was definitely women's clothing.
"Oh..." Xie Yunqing had already stood up, the hem of his white robe brushing the crimson silk ribbons scattered beside the couch. He walked towards her step by step, emphasizing each word: "Miss Chen."
He was taller than she, and now, standing against the light, his shadow completely enveloped her. The dim light outlined his figure, and the curve of his Adam's apple was particularly obvious.
Xie Yunqing lowered his brows and eyes, and spoke in a hoarse and lazy voice: "You didn't reply to my letter, didn't even see me, and then disappeared without a word?"
His cold gaze seemed to have substance, clinging to her panicked face. "You're not going to the Tianxuan Sect, and you're not in the Hehuan Sect. Now... which sect are you in?"
He leaned forward slightly, his warm breath almost brushing against her sensitive earlobes. His voice lowered even further, carried by the cool evening breeze, with a dangerous, almost sighing tone:
"I was just thinking about where to catch you back..."
"You are so good..."
"It came to my door."
Shen Wenji's fair cheeks burned, a fiery crimson that instantly spread to his ears and neck. His thick eyelashes fluttered frantically, trying to hide his embarrassment and panic.
However, this arrogant and fragile appearance only arouses the evil thoughts in people's hearts that want to bully him severely.
Her throat tightened and her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word.
Looking at Xie Yunqing's face getting closer and closer, there was only one thought in her mind: It's over, completely over.
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The author has something to say: Xiao Xie (furious version): I was not the first one to see her wearing women's clothes [clown], nor the first one to touch [clown]. I am so angry, so angry, so angry!
Susu (shocked version): Isn't the Tianxuan Sect's chief disciple a gentleman? Who is this guy in front of me who's not wearing his clothes properly...?
That’s right, the scheming puppy deliberately didn’t wear clothes properly, and I don’t know who he was showing it to [dog head holding a rose]
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