Upon hearing this, so timid ladies in the boudoir started crying out of fear.
The other young gentlen quickly shouted their classmates’ nas into the darkness.
However, they received no response.
Fang Youzhen got anxious: "Wu She! Did you hear that? What happened?"
Fang Wushen didn’t reply either.
This was not good.
Fang Youzhen quickly rushed forward.
The Third Young Master grabbed her: "It’s too dark, we could get hurt if we go too."
Feng Fuce said directly: "There are so discarded torches on the ground outside; if lit with flint, they can last for thirty minutes."
After he spoke, the Third Young Master and a few other gentlen hurriedly went to the courtyard to pick up so torches.
Once lit, the light made the deep, dark passageway seem less terrifying.
They went forward together as a group.
Feng Fuce originally thought that with Bai Zhi’er being drunk, she might not walk steadily and fall, so he didn’t want to take her along.
But seeing her Third Brother and Fang Youzhen go to look for people, Bai Zhi’er also moved her unsteady steps to follow.
Feng Fuce had no choice but to continue holding her waist and accompany her.
"Yao Liang! Cui Xiu! Can you hear us?"
As they walked, they called deeper into the passageway.
The sides of the passageway, lit by the torchlight, revealed foreboding prison cells.
Dark and ominous bloodstains marked the floor.
Because Bai Zhi’er had drunk too much, Feng Fuce moved slowly with her, always trailing behind the others.
Suddenly, Bai Zhi’er tripped on sothing unknown, stumbling abruptly.
She instinctively grabbed Feng Fuce’s collar, and they both leaned backward!
Bai Zhi’er’s back hit the wall, and Feng Fuce, who didn’t avoid her in ti, gently leaned onto her body.
Due to the difference in height, her soft lips landed directly on Feng Fuce’s chin.
Hearing the noise, everyone quickly turned around.
Bai Zhi’er, lacking strength, could not push him away.
Afraid she’d feel embarrassed, Feng Fuce waved a long finger, and a gust of cold wind extinguished the torches.
When everyone turned back, they saw nothing but darkness.
"What happened? The torches went out!" They were sowhat frenzied.
Taking advantage of the mont, Feng Fuce straightened up, smoothing his jacket.
Bai Zhi’er, unable to stand anymore, hooked her hands around his neck, hanging onto him.
Feng Fuce whispered, "You can’t even walk, yet you want to join the fun? Let’s not go further, I’ll take you ho?"
Bai Zhi’er’s voice was sweet and coquettish, her words tinged with the sweet aroma of fruit wine.
"No, I want to see if there’s any rit."
She then bounced up: "Carry , I can’t walk any further~"
Feng Fuce chuckled helplessly.
He decisively lifted her into his arms.
He had always complied with Bai Zhi’er’s whims.
Always wanting to spoil her limitlessly.
Just then, the classmates rekindled the torches.
Once the light returned, everyone sighed in relief.
"Let’s find them quickly so we can head back; I don’t want to stay in this ghostly place any longer." soone complained.
Others turned their heads and saw Feng Fuce holding Bai Zhi’er in his arms.
Feng Fuce explained calmly: "The Princess couldn’t walk."
Considering that Marquis Wan had always been close to the Princess, they didn’t dare to look too long.
The group continued moving forward.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the side, yelling loudly.
This frightened the people at the front, causing them to sit down on the ground.
"Haha—" The person who jumped out was actually Yao Liang, who had scread earlier.
Seeing everyone pale with fright, he laughed heartily.
Another classmate, Cui Xiu, also erged: "Look how scared you are, did you really think there were ghosts?"
Fang Youzhen frowned at them: "It’s just you two, where’s my brother?"
"Your brother?" Yao Liang stopped laughing: "We didn’t see Brother Wushe, it’s been just and Cui Xiu hiding here the whole ti."
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