Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

A guard lazily leaned against the wall and yawned, dragging his voice, he said, “Sigh, every household is drinking and eating during the new year. Only we are still bitterly guarding this door. That prefect must have been enjoying his pretty girls a long time ago. I don’t know what’s so good about guarding this lousy dungeon. No one dares to come in. Those bastards are locked up and can’t get out. I was even thinking of going to the Yihong Courtyard to look for Miss Yan’er.”

His words attracted the approval of many guards, “That’s right, that’s right. We’re the only ones who are unlucky. If we were to reincarnate as the son of the prefect, Hehe, our Lord is the local Emperor of Cairo City. At that time, not to mention Miss Yan’er, it wouldn’t be too much for us to have all the girls of the Yihong Courtyard serve us!”

The head guard came back from his patrol and saw that they had gathered together to talk. He frowned and said angrily, “What are you doing? All of you, be more serious!”

The guards were shocked and dispersed to return to their posts. The guard who had just spoken snorted disdainfully. What was there to be angry about?!

He continued to lean against the wall and nap while thinking about the girls of the Yihong Courtyard. Suddenly, he sniffed with all his strength. What was going on? Why was there such a fragrant smell in the dungeon?

Before he could figure it out, he had already fainted.

The guards at the side saw that he had fainted and were shocked. They wanted to go over to investigate, but before they could take a step forward, they had all collapsed.

Two men in black suddenly appeared at the dark entrance of the dungeon. The leader had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and there seemed to be unbreakable ice in his eyes.

He did not even look at the person lying on the ground and walked straight in.

There was a thick smell of mold and rot in the dungeon. The dried blood had covered the floor with a layer of black paste.

The man in black walked straight to the innermost torture chamber and raised his sword to cut open the lock.

A middle-aged man covered in wounds was locked in the torture chamber. He was hanging on the wall with two large iron chains through his shoulder blades. It was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.

The leading man cut the iron chains and said coldly, “Take him away first.”

The man following behind immediately took the man and ran out quickly.

After the man left, the man glanced at the dungeon with disgust and threw a torch on the grass on the ground. In an instant, a raging fire rose up and quickly swallowed the wooden fence. The rotten wood started to burn one by one and the dungeon became a sea of fire.

The man strode away without looking back.

The singing and dancing in the prefect’s residence were peaceful. Song Yuancheng was lying on the couch drinking a little wine. A few maidservants dressed in cool clothes were lowering their heads and massaging his shoulders and legs. He glanced at the dancing girl and gave a strange laugh, his thick hands reached into the clothes of the maidservant who was massaging his legs.

He drank until his face was red. He burped with a foul-smelling wine and impatiently bit the neck of the maidservant. “Beauty… serve me well. I… Will take you as my concubine!”

He was drunk, and he was stuttering with his words.

The maid’s eyes flashed with surprise, and she approached him with a charming smile.

Just as the two were about to reach the last step, a flustered voice called out, “Sir! It’s bad! The dungeon in the manor is on fire!”

Hearing this, Song Yuancheng suddenly pushed away the naked beauty, stood up, and shouted angrily, “What did you say?!”