The sound of music was intermittently transmitted to the "Gushe Hall" not far from the right rear side of Lengyan Hall. Two maids were pushing a weak-headed young man dressed as a scholar into the palace. The young man was very frightened, shivering and shivering. The maids didn't say much. One of them gave a strong kick, and the young man flew in. The door was immediately closed by the maid from the outside.
There were no lights in the hall, only the faint flickering of countless fireflies and phosphorescent fires, which reflected the scenery in the hall like mirror flowers, water and moon, undulating slightly.
"Well, don't be afraid..." The young man seemed to hear a woman's soft and sweet comforting voice. The voice was not loud and extremely unreal. He stood up from the ground tremblingly, fearing that he still hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and reluctantly raised his head to look for sound. His eyes widened unexpectedly, and he rubbed them as if in disbelief, but he couldn't look away...
The red gauze gently brushes the corner of the carved soft couch, and a woman can be vaguely seen lying on it. Her..
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
