The secret room is only about three or four square meters in size, with a couch, a desk and two chairs, the desk is full of fruits, pastries and tea, there are two candlesticks on the wall, both are lit with arm-thick candles, the whole secret room is very bright, it seems that there is a vent hidden somewhere, in short, the air in the secret room is not dull, but very fresh.

Cheng Haojun didn't enter the secret room, but said to the night at the entrance: "Sister Xin'er, I'll come and pick you up in an hour." As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the secret passage was shut, blocking out all sounds outside.

At night, Qing walked to the desk, sat down with a depressed face, put one hand on the table, squinted his eyes, and knocked on the table for a while, looking not in a good mood, but trying his best to suppress it.

- The roof of this secret room seems to be a little low, and although it is visually similar to the outside, it is ...... Not...... Close your eyes at night and focus your senses on smell, eh...... There are at least two people hiding in the shadows to spy on her...... Although the ability to hide herself is very good, but with her current senses, she can still detect one or two, especially they have a breath of living people that cannot be ignored - her sense of smell is already sensitive, after being planted with the same life Gu, she went to the next level, and during this time, she was completely imprisoned by Cheng Haojun, and she had no pastime, so she had to train her senses, so it was actually very simple for her to find a hidden person in such a small space.

Cheng Haojun is really careful.

When I opened my eyes at night, I found that although there was no book on the desk, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were complete, my eyes narrowed slightly, and I got some tea into the inkstone, and began to grind the ink.

――In the eyes of the people hiding in the shadows, it was really just random graffiti, and I don't know what this woman who cares so much about is drawing. So what is it that looks strange under this cloud of ink?

At night, she drew a wall clock, threw the paper ball aside, drew a table lamp, and then threw the paper ball aside, knowing that she had finished drawing the paper on the table, so she stopped her pen and turned her attention to the food on the table.

Ye Qing casually picked up a washed peach, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and couldn't help but say angrily: "It's so sour, dare to bring it to me to eat!" After scolding, the bitten peach was thrown into the corner of the wall, and the juice poured out against the wall, slowly soaking a small piece of the ground, and some of the juice seemed to seep down the corner.

Ye Qing didn't care about this at all, he threw away the peach, picked up another one, took a bite and scolded sourly and threw it to the wall.

After a while, six or seven juicy peaches were scattered to the corner of the wall one by one, and the whole secret room was filled with a faint sweetness of peaches, making people simply unable to believe that peaches that could exude such a sweet taste would be sour and difficult to eat.

After throwing the peaches, Yeqing turned his attention to the tray with the pears, and naturally the fate of seven or eight pears was the same as that of peaches.

So it wasn't long before the whole secret room was in shambles.

The floor was littered with paper balls, and the corner of the wall was full of fruit that had been thrown away by a bite, and the fruit hit the wall, wetted a piece, and fell to the ground again, and the flesh was scattered all over the ground, and the juice almost wet the corners of the wall.