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Shen Zhiwei did not participate in the commotion.

She walked to the back of the vault, squatted down to observe the base of the wall, and her tight black overalls, as she squatted down, revealed her pert and rounded buttocks and slender waist without reservation.

A moment later, she raised her hand and pointed to a slightly raised stone slab.

"There seems to be a hidden compartment here."

The guide came over and took a look, clearly surprised: "You have a good eye. This is indeed where important documents were stored back then, but it's sealed off now."

Wang Ye gave a thumbs up: "Director Shen is professional."

Shen Zhiwei stood up, adjusted her glasses, and proudly stood out with her chest protruding: "Basic observation skills."

"The most lethal way is to subtly show off."

It was nearly evening when we left Xietongqing.

Wang Ye glanced at the time and led everyone directly to the theater outside the west gate of the ancient city.

At 7 p.m., "Encounter Pingyao" started on time.

This is not a traditional stage play; there are no fixed seats. The audience needs to follow the actors through different spaces and enter the story as they walk.

As the first act, "The Bodyguards' Bath," begins, steam fills the dimly lit space.

A row of water tanks were arranged in the center of the venue, and shirtless actors were bathing and washing their bodies in the water.

The sounds of water and low conversations mingled together.

Tourists standing in the front row could even feel the moisture on their faces.

Xu An'an subconsciously took a half step back, let out a coquettish cry, and her buttocks bumped directly into Wang Ye behind her, with amazing elasticity.

She lowered her voice: "Isn't this a little too close?"

Liu Ruoxi reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Immersive performance, the main idea is to leave the audience with nowhere to escape."

The scenes keep changing, and the story gradually unfolds.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Zhao Yishuo, the owner of a bank in Pingyao, sold all his assets and led 232 bodyguards to Tsarist Russia in order to protect the only bloodline of Wang, the manager of a branch.

Seven years later, Zhao Dongjia and all 232 bodyguards died on the way.

The royal bloodline was able to continue.

At the end of the performance, the audience stood in a huge courtyard.

On the surrounding walls, one name after another slowly lit up.

Two hundred and thirty-two names covered the wall, like two hundred and thirty-two silent stars.

A deep voice-over rang out in the darkness.

"Two hundred and thirty-two lives for one bloodline."

Xu An'an looked up at those names, her eyes reddening.

She quietly raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, then quickly lowered it again, as if afraid of being discovered.

Liu Ruoxi didn't tease Wang Ye as usual; she just watched quietly.

Su Qingyan stood beside Wang Ye, her gaze lingering on him for a long time.

Shen Zhiwei took off her glasses, wiped the lenses, and put them back on. Her eyes were still slightly red.

As I left the theater, night had already fallen over Pingyao.

The ancient city wall was illuminated, and the outline of the city gate tower was drawn out as a golden line.

The group passed through Yingxun Gate and slowly walked along Ming and Qing Street in the night.

One red lantern after another lit up.

Snack stalls, silver jewelry shops, paper-cutting shops, and vinegar workshops remain bustling, with tourists' laughter and vendors' shouts echoing on the bluestone streets.

Liu Ruoxi suddenly spoke up: "Is it really worth exchanging two hundred and thirty-two lives for one bloodline?"

She slowed her pace noticeably as she said this.

Wang Ye did not answer immediately.

He spoke only after the group had passed a relatively quiet courtyard wall: "For the dead, no one can answer for them whether it was worth it or not."

"But for those who survived, those 232 lives will become a debt that can never be repaid."

Shen Zhiwei nodded gently: "Encounter Pingyao is not just about sacrifice, but also about the trust, righteousness and commitment in the culture of Shanxi merchants."

Xu An'an sniffed, then suddenly grabbed Su Qingyan's arm tightly, her amazing fullness unconsciously pressing into a stunning arc on Su Qingyan's arm: "I will never get separated from you again."

Su Qingyan glanced at her: "You've already gotten separated from the milk tea shop many times while you were searching for it in the scenic area."

The emotion on Xu An'an's face froze instantly.

"Qingyan, don't sabotage the feeding at a time like this."

The somewhat somber atmosphere was dispelled by this remark, and everyone burst into laughter.

At 10 p.m., the five of them checked into a Shanxi merchant-style inn in the ancient city.

The inn has two courtyards, with blue bricks and gray tiles. There are stone tables and several potted plants in the courtyard, and warm red lanterns hang in the wooden corridor on the second floor.

Wang Ye booked a private courtyard house online in advance.

The courtyard has three bedrooms, a tea room, and each bedroom has its own bathroom.

As soon as Xu An'an entered the room, she rushed into the largest room and threw herself onto the carved wooden bed.

The soft bedding was pressed into a noticeable dent by her, her skirt was slightly lifted, revealing two dazzlingly white legs, and her heavy G-cup breasts were deformed, full of the unique vitality of youth.

"This one's mine!"

Wang Ye leaned against the doorframe: "Why should I?"

"Because I got here first."

"That's robber logic."

"First come, first served; adults value fair competition."

Liu Ruoxi walked in slowly, pressed her hand on the mattress, and smiled slightly: "This bed doesn't look big, but it should be quite sturdy."

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Wang Ye, her eyes conveying a blatant hint, as if she had already rehearsed it in her mind.

Xu An'an sat up instantly, hugging the pillow in front of her: "Sister Ruoxi, stop examining the bed, this is mine."

Shen Zhiwei pushed her suitcase to the door of the innermost room.

"I'll sleep in this room."

After she finished speaking, she carefully checked the door lock again.

Wang Ye saw this and almost burst out laughing.

Director Shen clearly took Su Qingyan's words, "It's best to lock your door at night," to heart.

After the rooms were assigned, everyone took turns washing up.

After taking a shower, Wang Ye changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts and sat alone at the stone table in the courtyard, organizing the day's shooting materials.

The ancient city gradually quieted down at night.

Footsteps occasionally echoed outside the courtyard, lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, and shadows danced slowly on the blue brick walls.

Not long after, I heard the soft sound of a wooden door opening behind me.

Wang Ye turned around.

Xu An'an came out wearing an extremely thin pink silk slip dress.

A night breeze blew, and she instinctively hugged her arms, but the nightgown clung tightly to her body because of this movement.

"Why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?"

She walked over and sat down opposite Wang Ye, her bare, pink feet resting on the crossbeam of the stone bench.

"Arrange the materials."

Wang Ye turned the computer screen around: "The part where you touched the dragon pillar today was so incredibly lifelike."

Xu An'an's face flushed crimson as she looked at herself hugging the Divine Dragon Pillar with both arms and repeatedly chanting "Come on, wealth!" (⁄ ⁄＞⁄ ▽ ⁄＜⁄ ⁄)

"Delete it!"

"That's so stupid!"

Wang Ye turned the computer back: "I won't delete it. At most, I'll change the background music to something more sophisticated."

Xu An'an immediately got up, went around the stone table to grab the computer.

As she bent down, a faint scent of bath fragrance wafted over him. Soft strands of hair fell to Wang Ye's shoulder, and the neckline of her silk nightgown slipped down significantly with her forward movement, revealing her breasts to Wang Ye unsuspectingly, making him dizzy.

Wang Ye raised his hand and pressed it against the computer.

"Director Xu, your way of grabbing things is not very professional."

Xu An'an noticed his gaze, and her cheeks turned even redder.

Where are you looking?

"I'm checking the guesthouse for potential safety hazards."

"Wang Ye, have you no shame?"

Just as the two were struggling to their limits around the computer, another door was pushed open.

Liu Ruoxi walked into the courtyard wearing a black silk nightgown.

She had clearly just taken a shower; her long hair was still damp, and her belt was loosely tied in a very casual manner.

"Little brother, why aren't you asleep so late? Turns out you're in the yard giving Xiao An'an some special treats."

Liu Ruoxi walked behind Wang Ye and slowly bent down to look at the computer.

Wang Ye felt a heavy weight on his back.

"Sister Ruoxi, we are handling serious work."

Xu An'an immediately closed the computer, as if afraid that more people would see her dark history.

Liu Ruoxi smiled and said, "My sister can help too."

She raised her hand and gently pressed it on Wang Ye's shoulder, her fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure, her voice becoming exceptionally gentle and ambiguous: "Little brother, were your shoulders tired from driving and taking pictures today?"

Before Wang Ye could answer, Liu Ruoxi had already started massaging his shoulders and neck, occasionally brushing her soft chest against the back of his chair.

Xu An'an stood to the side and watched for a few seconds before suddenly realizing that she had fallen behind.

She immediately squeezed to the other side and leaned in without any hesitation: "Me too."

Wang Ye was surrounded by two beautiful women on his left and right, his shoulders receiving two completely different massage techniques at the same time, and the air was filled with different layers of female body fragrance.

Xu An'an on the left had no skill whatsoever, as if she were kneading dough, her full G-cup breasts occasionally brushing against the edge of his arm.

Liu Ruoxi on the right clearly had impure motives; every time she leaned over, her hair and warm breath would go straight into Wang Ye's ear.

"stop."

Wang Ye raised his hands, decisively stopping this chaotic service that could easily escalate into something more: "Sister Ruoxi gets 70 points, Director Xu gets -20."

Xu An'an protested, puffing out her ample bosom: "Why am I the one with negative points?"

"You almost dislocated my shoulder just now."

"That's called a miracle of sheer force."

"Press it a little longer, I need to apply for workers' compensation tomorrow."

A very soft cough suddenly came from beside the courtyard gate.

The three of them turned around at the same time.

Su Qingyan stood in the corridor with her arms crossed, wearing a pure white long silk nightgown.

The thin fabric draped down her graceful figure, outlining her slender waist, and in the warm light of the lantern, the outline of her straight and shapely legs was faintly visible. Her cool face remained remarkably calm.

It's almost midnight.

"How long are you planning to argue in the yard?"

Xu An'an immediately stopped: "I'm going back to sleep."

She ran two steps, the hem of her nightgown swaying alluringly, then turned to warn Liu Ruoxi: "Ruoxi, you go back to your room too, and don't sleepwalk."

Liu Ruoxi chuckled and casually adjusted her black silk nightgown: "Sister has excellent sleep quality and never sleepwalks."

"I don't believe you for a second."

The two went back to the bedroom one after the other.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Wang Ye was thinking about when he would get the new RV out; he was really looking forward to it.

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