Chapter 47: Chiseling the Wrong Wall
Su Xian rested for a while, then stood up and took a clean towel, soaked it with water, wrung it out, and covered his mouth and nose with it to make a "simple version of a mask."
Holding the oil lamp, he walked to the wooden ladder in the bedroom. On the ladder was the hole that had been chiseled today.
It was a little late tonight, but Su Xian still decided to follow the original plan and sneak into the next-door neighbor's house to explore the way.
He held the oil lamp in one hand and climbed the wooden ladder with the other. After climbing up two steps, he found that the oil lamp was not working properly. He was afraid that it would suddenly tip over and set the whole house on fire.
Falling back to the ground and placing the oil lamp on the table, Su Xian murmured, "Candles, it's best to use candles !"
He searched everywhere in the bedroom and finally found a small piece as long as his index finger from the bottom drawer of the shabby wardrobe.
Today, oil lamps and candles are used for lighting.
However, candles were too expensive and only the rich and powerful could afford them. Ordinary people used oil lamps.
After lighting the candle successfully, he climbed up the wooden ladder. He had already placed an old piece of clothing under the entrance to avoid getting it dirty... After slowly crawling through the entrance, he stepped on the wooden beam, took the candle over and observed it carefully.
"Strange, the neighbors next door have moved out for several years, but this flat ceiling looks like it's new?"
Su Xian was confused, so he lifted up several pieces of paper and looked down, and his doubts grew even greater.
Logically speaking, there should be dust all over the floor and cobwebs everywhere, after all, it has been unused for so many years.
But it's very clean!
As far as the eye can see, there is a wardrobe top, and next to it is a small wooden table with a large wooden box on it.
Although the light was dim , Su Xian could still see that the floor in front of the wardrobe was very clean.
“It’s a bit weird!”
Su Xian hesitated, wondering if someone was living in the empty house next door that had been vacant for years?
He was a little tempted to back out.
But then he thought again, "No, this matter is very relevant. It not only concerns the Liao people's invasion of the border, but also concerns me personally. I am planning to use this matter to get close to Tang Ju."
With determination in his heart, Su Xian slowly descended, first stepping on the top of the wardrobe. After standing firmly, he held the candle and stepped on the small wooden table next to him, just like walking up stairs.
Su Xian landed on the ground easily.
The room was rather dim, which was consistent with the setting of being "vacant for several years with no one living in it".
However, after Su Xian took a quick look, he suddenly froze in place.
First of all, the smell was wrong.
Logically speaking, the smell here should be "dust and decay".
But what he smelled was a faint fragrance, a scent of powder and smoked clothes, it felt like... a woman's boudoir!
As for the furnishings and layout of the room, he could see it clearly because he was holding a candle in his hand. Although the furnishings and layout were simple, they were elegant and fresh, with a sense of low-key luxury.
Su Xian stood there for several seconds before he held the candle and "explored" the room.
There was a luxurious embroidered couch with a slightly messy red silk quilt, as if the owner of the house had lifted the quilt and left immediately after getting up.
There are also wardrobes, tables and chairs, screens, clothes hangers, etc. On the walls are long-spoked landscape, flower-and-bird paintings, as well as calligraphy copybooks.
The most important point is that Su Xian found a dressing table!
I go!
It really is a woman’s boudoir.
Su Xian walked towards the dressing table holding a candle. There was a bronze mirror on it, a peach wood comb on the table, and several beautifully decorated small lacquered wooden boxes.
As fate would have it, Su Xian opened one of the wooden boxes and found rouge inside. When he opened another one, he found gold and silver jewelry worn by women.
Suddenly, Su Xian's eyes lit up.
After scanning the entire room again, he remembered.
This is not any other place, it is Liu Huixiang's boudoir!
I remember a few days ago, Su Xian had just traveled through time and fainted on the street. It was Liu Huixiang who saved him, and he was in this room when he woke up.
He had even shamelessly rolled around on this luxurious embroidered couch. He remembered that it was very soft and had a faint fragrance.
And this dressing table, this bronze mirror, and this dressing table are exactly the same as what I saw when I woke up a few days ago!
"Oh no, I must have gone in the wrong direction!" Su Xian stood there, muttering to himself.
"I wanted to break through the wall of my neighbor next door, but I ended up breaking through the wall of my neighbor, Mrs. Liu, on the other side."
"My bedroom is separated from Madam Liu's boudoir by only one wall..."
"How strange! I clearly remember that the entrance to the cave I climbed through when I was a child is right there. How could I have made a mistake?"
“…”
"It's better to leave early, otherwise if Madam Liu comes back suddenly, it will be hard to explain."
“…”
However, as luck would have it, just as Su Xian was about to leave, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, getting closer and closer, and they would soon arrive.
Liu Huixiang also said: "After taking a cold shower, I feel much better."
Judging from the sound, Liu Huixiang had already walked up the stairs and arrived at the door of the room, and was about to open it and go in.
"It's very late today, miss, you should go to bed early." Zhang Cuihua's voice was heard, accompanied by the sound of footsteps going up the stairs. She must have lagged behind by a long distance.
Inside the house.
Su Xian suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his hair stood on end.
The candle in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. After rolling twice, the flame went out and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.
Although it is not pitch dark, it takes a lot of effort to see things clearly.
At this moment, Su Xian's mind froze, and his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, unable to move.
Liu Huixiang is actually very nice to him, and Su Xian can feel her feelings.
However, Su Xian didn't think she could forgive him for "breaking into the boudoir and preparing to do something bad."
Moreover, there is Zhang Cuihua behind her.
Zhang Cuihua is extremely strong, and Su Xian doesn't think he can beat her.
If he was caught on the spot, losing face would be the least of his worries, but being beaten up by Zhang Cuihua would be the real pain.
"no no!"
Su Xian shouted in his heart, "I want to change this situation. I can't be passive..."
Just as Su Xian was stunned, the door was pushed open with a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
In a flash, Su Xian unleashed his potential and hid behind the door. Because the light in the room was dim, Liu Huixiang, who only opened the door a crack, did not notice him.
The door opened wider and wider until Liu Huixiang slowly walked in.
Although the light was dim, Su Xian could still see her fair face clearly.
She seemed to be wearing only pajamas, and as she walked around, the "wandering" that Su Xian had anticipated many times finally appeared.
Although it is not very clear , the "sense of turbulence" can be clearly felt.
Su Xian's breathing stagnated. Now was not the time to be distracted, so he dodged and pounced over.
At this time, Liu Huixiang entered the room and turned around, just as she was about to close the door, Su Xian rushed over and pressed hard on the door panel with his hand. With a clang, the door panel closed tightly, and Su Xian pulled the bolt again.
"ah……"
Liu Huixiang was shocked and was about to open her mouth to scream, but the dark shadow hiding behind the door pounced on her, pressed her against the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other hand.
The shouting stopped abruptly.
