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Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't really thought about that question.

The well in front of us is ridiculously small. It would be difficult to fit even a large watermelon in it, let alone a grown person.

Fang Yu cleared his throat.

The nonchalant air on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression that sent chills down one's spine.

"Actually, Consort Zhen didn't die back then!"

Liu Yifei blinked, her face full of question marks.

Fang Yu took a half-step closer with an air of seriousness, lowering his voice so that only the two of them could hear him.

"Because this well is not an ordinary well at all."

"It's a time tunnel!"

Liu Yifei's beautiful big eyes widened in surprise.

"What? A time tunnel?"

"That's right!"

Fang Yu nodded emphatically, placing one hand on the railing and striking the pose of a host from the TV program "Approaching Science".

"It is said that blue light will emerge from the bottom of the well on the night of the full moon."

"All you have to do is lie down by the well and shout—'Pineapple Pineapple Honey!'"

"The next second, whoosh, they'll be swept straight into the Ming Dynasty!"

"If you're lucky, you might even run into Old Zhu squatting on the street eating a sesame seed cake."

"What if you're unlucky—"

He deliberately dragged out his words and paused for two seconds.

"Then you'll have to experience the Imperial Guard's Great Escape."

"puff--"

Liu Yifei's carefully cultivated seriousness crumbled on the spot.

"Do you really think I'm stupid?"

"A time tunnel? Why don't you just say this well leads directly to Metro Line 1?"

She raised her hand in an annoyance and patted Fang Yu on the back.

"If Consort Zhen knew you were making such a fuss about her, she'd be turning in her grave!"

Assistant Zhang, who was three steps behind, listened with his lips twitching uncontrollably.

He glanced at the ancient well, which had been there for hundreds of years, and then at Fang Yu, who was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

The notebook in my hand was almost deformed from being squeezed.

Thankfully, there were no tourists around at the moment.

Otherwise, with Fang Yu's sharp tongue, the Zhenfei Well would surely be trending on social media tomorrow, becoming one of the "Top Ten Internet Celebrity Time Travel Spots in Beijing".

Maybe a huge crowd will actually line up and shout "Pineapple Pineapple Honey" at the well opening.

Fang Yu's skin was so thick that even bullets couldn't penetrate it, and he wasn't guilty at all.

He pursed his lips, and his tone immediately changed.

"Fairy Sister, you really have to believe me."

"Actually, there is a group of mysterious guards in the Forbidden City, who are much more powerful than the time tunnel."

Liu Yifei knew perfectly well that this guy wasn't telling the truth, but her curiosity was still piqued.

She couldn't help but press, "What mysterious guard?"

Fang Yu raised one index finger, his expression serious.

"You know those famous imperial cats in the Forbidden City, right?"

Liu Yifei nodded.

"Yes, I know. They're super popular online. A lot of tourists come to the Forbidden City just to take photos and check in."

Fang Yu shook his finger, his face clearly saying, "You've got a narrow mindset."

"Those are not ordinary cats at all."

"They are all reincarnations of the imperial bodyguards who once served in the palace!"

"Don't be fooled by their daytime appearance of lounging under the red wall, basking in the sun, stretching, acting cute, and rolling over to trick tourists into petting them."

"That's all a facade!"

"It's all a smokescreen!"

"At midnight, the night watchman's drum sounds—"

Fang Yu suddenly lowered his voice.

"They immediately stood up on their hind legs, reached to their waists, and 'whoosh,' pulled out their embroidered spring knives, then began patrolling in teams!"

"What if you see someone climbing over the wall at night to steal something—"

He crossed his arm, mimicking an extremely imposing sword-drawing motion.

They brandished their knives and let out a fierce shout—

"Damn it! Stop right there! Who are you from?!"

Assistant Zhang paused in his steps.

I almost dropped my notebook.

He subconsciously looked at Liu Yifei.

I thought this aloof and noble national goddess would roll her eyes at the slightest provocation after hearing such nonsense.

Then, turning around—

Liu Yifei was amused by the absurd story of opening a door to something so outrageous.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and she no longer had any trace of her aloof goddess persona.

Assistant Zhang fell completely silent.

Having been single since birth for thirty years, he seemed to have suddenly grasped some kind of universal truth.

It turns out that making a girl happy doesn't necessarily require sweet words and romantic gestures.

Sometimes, all you need is a mouth that dares to spout nonsense.

Add to that a completely unreliable mind.

Liu Yifei finally caught her breath, pointed at Fang Yu, and laughed heartily.

"Fang Yu!"

"What kind of nonsense is going on in your head all day long?"

She rubbed her aching stomach from laughing, her big eyes darting around.

The next second, she decisively threw out a secret supernatural legend, ready to turn the tables.

"What about the Yin-Yang Dao?"

"Explain this to me!"

She put her hands on her hips, striking a pose that said, "Let's see how you make this up this time."

There are countless supernatural legends about the Yin-Yang Path in the Forbidden City online.

It is said that when walking along that narrow alley with red walls at night, you will always hear faint footsteps behind you.

Sometimes near, sometimes far.

But when I turned around, I couldn't see a single ghost.

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

As a result, Fang Yu didn't even lift his eyelids.

"That's it? Is that even considered an unsolved mystery?"

"Isn't that just the cleaning staff at the Forbidden City who got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom?"

Liu Yifei was stunned on the spot.

"The cleaning... old man?"

"yes."

Fang Yu spoke without hesitation.

"The old man's surname is Ma. He used to work in the kitchen canteen for a full twenty years."

"After retiring, I felt bored at home, so I was rehired to do cleaning work."

"Grandpa Ma has severe athlete's foot. The doctor specifically instructed him not to cover up at night and to wear flip-flops for ventilation."

"He can't sleep at night, so he listens to Guo Degang's crosstalk with Bluetooth headphones to relieve his boredom."

"Those 'pattering' sounds that seem to come from near and far, circulating online—"

"It was just the sound of the old man's flip-flops hitting the blue brick floor."

"As for those eerie whispers that were inaudible..."

Fang Yu deliberately kept everyone in suspense and paused for a moment.

He lowered his voice and brought his face less than half a foot away from Liu Yifei.

"That's Grandpa Ma practicing reciting the menu quietly as he walked."

After saying that, he cleared his throat and actually started imitating in a very serious manner.

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail..."

"Roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose..."

"Pfft, hahaha—"

Liu Yifei couldn't hold back anymore and laughed so hard she bent over.

The eerie feeling that Yin Yang Dao originally had, which could have frightened people, was completely crushed by Fang Yu's few words.

It's all over.

From now on, she will probably never be able to look at any of the Palace Museum's ghost stories the same way again.

Fang Yu reached out and patted her back, conveniently shifting the blame completely.

"Alright, alright, if you keep laughing you'll start to suffocate."

"I'm warning you, don't post this online later."

"If this gets out, wouldn't it make it seem like someone on our side is making false accusations about a national 5A-level scenic spot?"

"If the Palace Museum sends me a lawyer's letter overnight, the endorsement fee I just earned won't even be enough to hire a lawyer."

Liu Yifei laughed and waved her hands, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhang, the assistant standing next to him, had already quietly taken out his work notebook.

The pen tip touched the paper, and the writing flowed smoothly and effortlessly.

"Fang's practical tips for flirting, number one: Never be serious in a serious setting. The more outrageous you are, the sweeter the goddess will smile."

Xiao Zhang thought for a moment, then added another line while biting the end of his pen.

"Second rule: The thickness of your skin determines your bottom line."

After writing this sentence, he stopped writing, looked at Fang Yu's handsome face that was perfect from every angle, and fell into deep thought.

A few seconds later.

He solemnly added the most crucial third point.

"Article 3: The above two articles are only applicable to those with exceptionally high looks."

"Those who are ugly should not imitate this, or they may get beaten up. They will bear the consequences themselves."