[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 6

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Chapter 44 Midnight Training:

A Grand House, a Large Bed, and a Little Beauty.
In the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Springtime Garden. In the private residence of Marquis Anle, on the mahogany couch large enough for him and a maid to make love, only Ding Yuehua, a loli, lay.
Just looking at her slender and delicate waistline, Pang Yu was certain that this was a tender, adorable little loli, untouched by any man other than his own father. Her skin was lightly rosy, fair and smooth like a newborn baby. A thin silk dress covered her slightly protruding, tender breasts, and two small feet peeked out from under her thin trousers, even whiter than the loosely folded chiffon trousers!
"Brother Zhan... Brother Zhan..." Perhaps under the influence of the sleeping potion, Ding Yuehua was completely unaware that she had fallen into a wolf's den. Lying on the soft bed of the number one lecherous man in the Song Dynasty, Marquis Anle, she was still having a beautiful dream of girlhood. Her delicate little nose twitched slightly, and she murmured softly as if in a dream, "Brother Zhan... Brother Zhan... Yuehua wants to grow up quickly... to grow up and be your wife..."
Hahaha, even little lolis are in love.
Pang Yu couldn't help but laugh.
How old was he?
Thirteen!
Thirteen and already thinking about men!
I, a grown man, only met Sister Lanlan when I was thirteen. Compared to her, she was so innocent.
As he was sighing, Ding Yuehua was awakened by his laughter.
"Who is it? It's so noisy—" the little loli complained coquettishly, trying to sit up with her small, immature body, but she found that she couldn't muster any strength at all.
"Ah! Where...where am I?!" Suddenly, she realized she wasn't lying in the bed she'd slept in the night before. Looking up, she was certainly not in the room she'd stayed in at the inn.
"Where else could it be? It's the Grand Tutor's Mansion you were clamoring to tear down."
A casual, teasing, slightly amusement-tinged sneer rang out.
Of course, it was Pang Yu.
"Grand...you...how did I get here?" Ding Yuehua's first reaction upon seeing Pang Yu wasn't fear, but surprise—surprise at how she'd ended up in such a luxurious room after leaving the inn.
"What do you think, my little beauty?" Pang Yu smiled maliciously, reaching out to touch her face in the standard way of flirting with a girl.
"Get away!" the little girl snapped, slapping him, but her hand was weak and powerless.
"Hit me, hit me! My face is itchy, come scratch it, scratch it." Pang Yu, wanting to tease her, leaned forward, half-lying on the bed, tilting his head back.
"Slap—"
Zero seconds of consideration.
Without a second thought, Ding Yuehua raised her small hand and slapped him!
Unfortunately, all that was produced was the sound of her wrist being grabbed.
"Let me go, let me go, you lecherous scoundrel! You scoundrel, you villain! Let me go—" The little girl pouted her thin, tender lips and cursed loudly, desperately trying to break free by shaking her wrist.
Pang Yu was annoyed by her noise and glared at her fiercely: "If you curse again, if you say another half a word, I'll strip you naked and drag you out to parade through the streets."
"Pah, I'll curse you, I'll curse you to death! You lecherous scoundrel, if you dare touch a hair on my head, I'll castrate you and send you to the palace to be a eunuch!" Ding Yuehua cursed incessantly, and finally even kicked him.
Although Pang Yu admitted that being kicked by her beautiful, small, fair feet was actually a great pleasure, the problem was that he, a tough man, was too embarrassed to be kicked by a little girl. Moreover, Ding Yuehua's shouting would eventually attract the night patrol guards, and if some gossipy bastard told his heartless father...
the consequences would be unimaginable.
"If you shout again, I'll really strip you naked!" "You
lecherous, perverted, damned dog—"
"If you call me a lecher again, I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."
"Lecherous, lecherous, lecherous, lecherous, the number one lecherous man in the world—"
Pang Yu was really angry. He slammed his foot on the edge of the bed and pointed at his boots.
"These are made of cowhide mixed with goatskin. They're warm, but they also stink! I've worn them for eighteen days straight, along with my foot bindings, without washing them. If you don't want them gagged, shut the hell up!!!"
Silence fell instantly.
Ding Yuehua's mouth tightened instantly, her little hands desperately covering it, afraid that if she made a sound, the stench of that stinking, rat-killing rag would end up in her mouth. Her big, dark eyes wanted to glare, but she couldn't withstand Pang Yu's fierce and terrifying gaze. A mixture of anger and rage washed over her, her pink face turning bright red.
"Hahaha—serves you right for poking my sore spot, for playing dirty tricks and ambushing me, for spreading rumors that I'm a lecher! Now you've got your comeuppance! You're in Fourth Grandfather's hands now, he can beat you, scold you, do whatever he wants! He'll just fuck you right here and now, what can you do but scream! "
Pang Yu was secretly delighted, laughing out loud at the thought of his triumph.
"What...what are you laughing at?" Ding Yuehua asked, her voice barely a whisper, both angry and anxious.
"What are you laughing at? Hehe, of course it's..." Pang Yu chuckled maliciously, his lewd gaze sweeping over her: her eyebrows were like willow leaves, arched and upturned; her eyes were like autumn water, her cherry lips were like small mouths, and there was a faint wisp of virgin down on her lips...
—Uh, a kiss would probably feel quite nice.
Pang Yu's heart fluttered, and he hastily took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed.
"What are you going to do? Don't come any closer—" Ding Yuehua was frightened and backed away.
"What am I going to do? Do you, hahaha."
Ding Yuehua was too young to understand the meaning of "do," but just by looking at Pang Yu's eyes, she knew he had ill intentions, and subconsciously grabbed the blanket to cover her chest.
Uh, not bad, not bad, a thirteen-year-old's body is indeed very tender, not only is her skin pink and smooth all over, but even her small hands are soft and white, with delicate fingers, she must be quite good at playing the flute.
Pang Yu's eyes lit up.
Ding Yuehua seemed genuinely terrified. Unable to use her strength or escape, her small body trembled, her rapid breathing causing her thin, close-fitting clothes to rise and fall, their soft, delicate shape resembling a pair of adorable jade rabbits.
Pang Yu leaned down, reaching out to touch her slender shoulders and neck, coldly sneering, "You brat, behave if you don't want to suffer."
Ding Yuehua felt weak all over, her eyes gradually reddening, and she sobbed, "You... what do you want?!"
Pang Yu smiled ambiguously, his fingers gliding over her delicate, flawless face, casually brushing aside a damp strand of hair stuck to her forehead: "If I continue to bully you, what do you plan to do?"
Ding Yuehua trembled: "You... you're not allowed to touch me, otherwise... otherwise my Brother Zhan... Brother Zhan won't let you off!"
"Zhan Zhao? In front of me, Pang Si, he's nothing!" Pang Yu despised those so-called "knights-errant" who were skilled in martial arts and handsome enough to have countless beauties throwing themselves at them. What kind of knight-errant is that? Does serving the country and its people truly make one a great hero? "Bullshit! Everyone looks out for themselves, that's the only constant truth in the world!!!
Besides, what's the use of martial arts! High IQ, a sharp mind, and intelligence are what truly matter.
Take my servant, for example, he easily outmaneuvered Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang with a little trickery.
" Pang Yu became increasingly smug, smiling as he asked her, "Hey, don't you know the Five Rats of Trap Island?"
Ding Yuehua nodded.
"One of the Five Rats is named Bai Yutang, his kung fu is top-notch, you've probably heard of him, right?"
Ding Yuehua still nodded, her eyes wide with confusion as she looked at him.
"Good, good to know." Pang Yu chuckled and nodded, then coldly snapped at her, "To tell you the truth, I gave Bai Yutang a large sum of money to invite your Brother Zhan to Xingzilin in the west of the city for a martial arts contest. That idiot thought it was a one-on-one duel and agreed without a second thought, even repeatedly promising he wouldn't bring anyone along—hahaha, is it really possible to find someone as stupid as a pig in this world? Isn't that hilarious?"
"No...no, you're not allowed to curse..." Ding Yuehua opened her mouth, then immediately shut it in fear.
Pang Yu chuckled sinisterly, lowering his voice to continue frightening her: "Your Brother Zhan would never dream that the Five Rats of Trap Island had already laid a trap in the Apricot Grove, just waiting for him to foolishly go to the appointment alone... Hehe, first use Han Zhang's cannons and thunderbolts to bombard him a few times, then throw dozens of poison darts at him from behind, and when he's almost dead, Bai Yutang will go over and chop off his two arms with a butcher's knife!"
"If your Brother Zhan is still alive after all this, then let Xu Qing, the Mountain Rat, smash his head with his 180-pound iron hammer!" Pang Yu gestured as he spoke, making a hammer-splitting motion, "Oh dear, when it hits, red and white blood will instantly flow all over the ground, you can't tell if it's dog blood or brain matter..."
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it—" Ding Yuehua was so frightened that her face turned pale, she covered her ears and shook her head desperately, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"You won't listen? If you don't listen, you'll miss your chance." Pang Yu laughed loudly, raising one trembling hand to the sky, mimicking Zhan Zhao's dying gesture. "Sister Yuehua, Brother Zhan... Brother Zhan is dying, Brother Zhan is going to leave. You must take good care of yourself from now on... I'll be waiting for you down there... waiting for you..."
"Nonsense, you're talking nonsense!" Ding Yuehua was on the verge of collapse, waving her small hands wildly, tears flying everywhere. "Brother Zhan's martial arts are superb, even if those five rats ganged up on him... he'll be alright..."
"You should think about yourself!" Pang Yu suddenly ripped off his blue robe, revealing the blue and white cloth under his clothes. He grinned lewdly at Ding Yuehua. "You dare to curse my lord behind my back, you dare to brandish your sword and castrate me in the street, you dare to hire people to spread rumors that I'm a lecher... Fine, I'll show you what lewdness is today! If I don't leave something inside you, you won't know what 'better to offend the King of Hell than offend Fourth Brother' means!!!"
Ding Yuehua's face turned pale. She bit her thin lips with her white teeth, her long eyelashes trembled, her delicate body shuddered, and tears welled up, threatening to spill over.
"Are you going to take them off yourself, or do I have to
do it for you? If I do it, you won't be able to keep your clothes." "W-what are you going to do?" Perhaps out of extreme fear, the little girl ignored Pang Yu's warning, clutching her chest and screaming, "If you touch me again, I...I'll skin you alive, grind you into pieces, and feed you to the dogs...Ugh...Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, you lecherous scoundrel, you widower—" Widower
...
This time, Pang Yu didn't get angry but laughed, touching his nose and slowly moving closer to her.
"Fine, do whatever you want, but the premise is..."
"You've thought about becoming a widow tonight." Pang Yu ripped off her clothes, completely naked!
"Waaah—" Ding Yuehua cried out in shame and indignation, tears streaming down her face, wailing, "No...no! How...how...how could you do this!"
"Why not? Now that you're here, you're mine. I can play with you whenever I want, have sex with you whenever I want, do whatever I want! Hahaha—" Pang Yu laughed loudly.
Ding Yuehua felt a chill run down her spine. Seeing his lewd smile only intensified her fear. Tears welled up and streamed down her face, soaking her clothes.
"What are you crying for!" Pang Yu snatched the thin blanket covering her chest and ripped it in two with a "ripping" sound.
Ding Yuehua screamed in terror.
"Oh ho, pretty loud, huh? Want some foot binding?" Pang Yu lifted one foot.
"No, no...please...no...please...please..."
"Now you know how to beg? Quick, help me take off my clothes!" Pang Yu grabbed her hand and pressed it against his waist.
"No, I don't want to...I don't want to—"
Ding Yuehua trembled violently, her hair standing on end. She felt utterly ashamed, her frail body twisting desperately, trying to escape Pang Yu's clutches. But all she received in return were a few sinister laughs.
"Ahhh...get away!" she cried helplessly, sobbing uncontrollably. Knowing she couldn't resist, she was filled with shame and anger and started cursing, "You dog, you stinking thing, you scoundrel, you villain, you lecher, if you dare touch me, even once...I'll castrate you and make you a eunuch for life—"
Pang Yu was furious. He grabbed Ding Yuehua and pulled her into his arms, coldly saying, "Don't you know I'm a very good person? What I hate most is going to the palace, and what I hate most is being a eunuch—forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway. Come on, let me kiss you." He tilted his head, as if to kiss her.
"Ugh! Ahhh...no...don't..." The little girl tried to dodge in panic, but her slender waist was held by Pang Yu and she couldn't break free. Her legs were spread apart and kicked wildly, revealing endless humiliation and shame.
Pang Yu pinned Ding Yuehua down, his wicked hands roaming unabashedly over her body through her thin clothes, his gentle caresses like those of a seasoned veteran in the world of flowers.
Don't misunderstand, this wasn't Pang Yu being impatient or lustful, eager to deflower the little girl so quickly. It was simply that, as a diligent and dedicated new servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion, he wanted to personally verify…
a certain phrase often uttered by a certain great man:
"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."
Uh, a whole 7.5 TB (1 TB = 1000g) of Japanese erotic art films should find the right time and place to properly integrate and understand them.
Ding Yuehua was filled with shame and indignation, her reason nearly collapsing. She gradually gave up resisting. The effects of the Five Luo Light Smoke Powder began to take hold; her body went limp, her thoughts were in disarray, her face flushed, and a warm sensation rose in her lower body. A decadent thought surfaced in her mind: "I...I can't take it anymore...really... I can't...hold on any longer..."
Pang Yu chuckled, easily brushing aside her weak, powerless hands that were covering her chest.
Ding Yuehua closed her eyes, tears welling in her eyes, and sadly gave up resisting.
"Hurry up and undress me!"
"Waaah..." Ding Yuehua sobbed, seemingly lost, and actually reached out, her delicate, pink fingers beginning to undress Pang Yu.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door.

Chapter 45 Humiliation

"Who is it?" Pang Yu asked without turning his head, closing his eyes to enjoy the wonderful sensation of Ding Yuehua's fair little hand sliding across his groin—the touch was cool and smooth, fragrant and soft. If he had to describe it… well, it was even finer than almond tofu,
smoother
than
pearl powder.
This is youth, youth! Ahh ...
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and get dressed."
"You...you didn't want to...Waaah—" Ding Yuehua was still terrified, clutching her trembling, petite body, even her sobs were weak and feeble.
Damn it, I'm a human being, not a beast!
"This kind of sordid thing as sexual assault is something even I, your handsome and dashing fourth brother, could never do. "
Pang Yu was too lazy to explain further. He rolled over, jumped out of bed, and started dressing. As he turned his back to the little girl, a signature frivolous and dissolute smile, typical of spoiled young masters, suddenly appeared on his lips.
Love is something that requires mutual consent; otherwise, even if you "do" it, it loses a lot of its fun, doesn't it?
"Hurry up, hurry up, the Marquis can't wait any longer," Pang Yu urged.
Ding Yuehua's tears hadn't dried yet, her big, watery eyes blinking as she looked at him.
"Hey, little girl, haven't you ever seen a man before? Even if I, your fourth brother, am really handsome, you don't need to..."
"It's...it's actually your Marquis who wants to arrest me. You're just putting on an act to scare people, right?" Ding Yuehua bit her thin lips, her bright, watery eyes staring at him without blinking.
"Uh...in a sense, you could say that," Pang Yu chuckled, touching his nose.
"Liar, shameless!" Ding Yuehua sobbed, her small hands flailing with an unknown strength, trying to grab him—scratching his face, even gouging out his eyes. Her delicate, fair skin, like jade, peeked out from under her sleeves.
Despite being scolded, Pang Yu showed no anger. He casually grabbed a chair, leaned back, and said with a faint smile, "Go ahead and scold, keep scolding. Shout out everything you can say and yell now. When you get to the Marquis... hey, I'm not trying to scare you, little girl, but when you see my Marquis, you'll probably be too scared to say anything but cry."
Though it was a mix of teasing and intimidation, Pang Yu's tone was unexpectedly flat, as flat as a straight line without the slightest ripple. The flatter the tone, the more oppressive it became, sending a chill down one's spine.
"Do you know how the Marquis likes to treat women he's captured?"
Ding Yuehua trembled slightly as she asked this question.
"Like...like what you did to me?" she asked, biting her thin lips, her voice trembling. The little girl was still young and naive, completely ignorant of men's strengths, women's weaknesses, and how to compensate for the difference. Although she had heard of Pang Yu's infamous reputation before arriving in the capital,
she truly had no idea how this peerless tyrant, whose mere mention of his name could keep the girls within eight hundred miles of Bianliang from sleeping at night, had ever truly defiled women…
"How could that be—" Pang Yu laughed self-deprecatingly.
"How could I possibly compare to the Marquis's methods? No matter what kind of woman, whether a chaste widow or a cold-faced heroine, once she enters the Marquis's warm bedchamber, none of them will disobey and offer themselves willingly, and…" "
And after they leave, they all become harlots, and you can't drive them away even if you try." Pang Yu leaned back leisurely in his chair, his hands behind his head, and smiled at her with narrowed eyes.
His smile was as lewd as ever.
"What...what red silk canopy?"
"Uh, it's a waterside pavilion that the Marquis built in the garden behind his house. The pavilion is covered with red silk brocade curtains, and the top is decorated with tortoiseshell and ivory, carved so ornately. Inside the pavilion, there's a coral bed, with green gauze curtains hanging beside it, brocade quilts piled high, embroidered rugs and carpets, and brocade and pearls. Up close, it's dazzling and radiant, and from afar, it's truly magnificent...Never mind, I won't say anymore. Anyway, you won't have time to admire it when you go in, sigh—" Pang Yu sighed pityingly, looking at her as if she were a...lamb to the slaughter!?
Ding Yuehua's defenses had long since crumbled. Seeing his expression, she only became more frightened, her lips trembling as she asked, "What do you mean no time, why no time..."
"It's just...sigh, do you know what 'rope punishment' means?"
Ding Yuehua shook her head blankly.
“Tie a hemp rope about the thickness of your index finger between the two pavilion pillars, at a height of about your… um, that spot.” Pang Yu grinned lewdly, gesturing between Ding Yuehua’s slender waist and calves. “Tie a knot in the hemp rope every half foot, and sometimes soak it in some… um, we don’t have chili water right now… uh, you know what spiciness is, right? It’s the kind that makes you very spicy and pungent and makes you want to cry.”
"Then the Marquis will personally... personally, personally strip you naked, and make you walk along the rope in the red silk tent, completely naked." Pang Yu tried his best to recall, "Hey, you can't imagine the feeling, right? Your small lower body has the hemp rope embedded inside, across your still-growing... cough cough, anyway, whenever the rope knot rubs against a certain place below your belly, the protruding rough edges stretch open the skin, scraping against the tender red and plump inside... just a few back and forth and I guarantee you'll feel so good that your whole body goes weak, and you can't even stand up straight..."
Pang Yu said while sighing, wondering what it would feel like to do this. I've only seen it in Japanese pornographic films, I still have experience but no practice—right, these days it seems that our Great Song Dynasty is so powerful that we can bully the Japanese at will. Tomorrow, I'll send a fisherman to deliver a message to the Emperor on Kou Island, asking him to send a little princess as tribute. It wouldn't be too bad for her to marry the Emperor's brother-in-law as his thirty-third concubine.
"This..." His eyes darted around, and he started making things up, "According to the former Jade Peak Heroine, the renowned Ice Maiden Yang Mingxue, now one of the Marquis's dozens of beloved slaves, 'Sister Xue,' she privately told her maid that when she was subjected to 'rope torture' in the warm bedchamber, the pressure from each angle of the rope knot gave her a different feeling. The entire series of back-and-forth grinding was like a series of twists and turns; the pleasurable sensation could only be described as 'overlapping,' grinding until..." Her whole body went limp, and she convulsed uncontrollably more than ten times in a row. She had been ravaging herself all night, and the fluid that sprayed from below her body... cough cough, splattered all over the bed.
Just describing the "rope bondage" would have been fine, but after Pang Yu patiently explained what bondage, wax dripping, enemas, and shaving meant, and even vaguely revealed some details about using a rocking horse, the little girl turned pale with fright, her small back felt cold and damp, and she trembled as she said, "Please, don't, don't send me there..."
"How can I!" Pang Yu refused her sternly, his face full of righteousness. "I am a servant of the Pang family, I receive the Pang family's salary and wear the Pang family's uniform. I should serve the Pang family and be loyal to my master. How can I disobey the Marquis's orders?"
"Please, please, I don't want to go, I really don't want to go, I don't want to go to that red silk tent..."
"No."
"Please, please." Ding Yuehua slowly shook her head, sobbing with tears in her eyes.
"It's really no good, didn't you hear? The Marquis just sent someone to urge you. If you don't get sent to my place soon, your meager salary might be completely deducted."
"Money? You want money? I'll give you money if you want, just let me out and I'll ask my father to give you a hundred strings of cash."
"Pfft...pfft—" Pang Yu struggled to suppress his laughter, but finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
A hundred strings of cash was quite a lot, really quite a lot. Even for him, a first-class servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, it would take him half a year without eating or drinking to save up that much. But then again, the five banknotes that Qian Shicai had given him that day—a hundred strings of cash was just the unit, there were numbers before that!
The numbers ranged from two to five, adding up to over a thousand. Who cared about Ding Yuehua's promised mere hundred strings of cash?
So it's good to be rich, it's fucking good to be rich!
"Too little, too little. This deal is really not worth it at all." He shook his head repeatedly, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "The Marquis went to so much trouble to drag you from the inn, just to enjoy you in the red-curtained tent later. If I were to let you go secretly... oh dear, I wouldn't be so stupid as to be beaten to death for a hundred strings of cash."
"No, I won't go... I won't go..." Her pleas were useless. Ding Yuehua was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes, a few strands of hair brushing against her delicate face, making her look extremely pitiful.
"Hurry up and go, there's no time." Pang Yu urged, reaching out to pull her.
丁月华惊羞欲绝，身子一阵战栗，眼眶盈泪颤声呜咽：“不……不可以……别抓我、别……”哭得是梨花带雨，楚楚可怜，
庞昱盯着她仓皇哀恸的脸庞，突然叹了口气：“唉，老实说，侯爷这么做是有点过了，你只不过在背地里说他几句坏话，又没打上门来揪着他揍……唉，可怜才这么点大就要被糟蹋咯，祸从口出祸从口出啊。”说着连连嗟叹，不胜惋惜。
“那……你都说了他不好，能不能……呜……”丁月华继续哀求，饮泣哭诉的模样像是一只呜呜哀鸣的小幼猫。
庞昱目光冷峻望着她，诡异的舔了舔唇，半晌忽然冒出一句：“其实呢，想我放你走也不是不可以。”
丁月华一怔，流着泪的大眼睛抬起来，凄楚样儿说不尽的惹人生怜。
“After all, you know martial arts. It’s not impossible that the effects of the drug wore off on the way to the red tent, and you regained your inner strength to knock me unconscious.”
“Then let me go. I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life and will always remember your kindness.” Ding Yuehua pleaded softly, biting her lip tightly, thinking fiercely in her heart, “Hmph, when I see Brother Zhan after I get out, I will definitely tear you to pieces, chop you into mincemeat, and drag you to the western forest to feed the jackals!”
Grateful?
Pang Yu sneered inwardly.
He was quite good at judging people, and seeing the flicker in Ding Yuehua’s eyes, he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Forget about gratitude, let’s be realistic. Come on, kiss me. If you satisfy me, I will secretly release you and quietly send you out of the manor.”
“What? A kiss!”
“Just a kiss.”
Ding Yuehua was stunned for a moment, and stammered, “You…you mean… just a kiss?”
“Yes.” Pang Yu smiled at her, looking very calm.
At this point, Ding Yuehua had no choice. She gritted her teeth, barely suppressing her fear and shame, and with a slight parting of her cherry lips, leaned in and lightly kissed Pang Yu's cheek.
"No, no, not here," Pang Yu shook his head, pointing to his mouth.
Ding Yuehua's face, which had just regained some color, instantly turned deathly pale.
"No, I won't kiss you, I'd rather die than kiss you—" she cried desperately, kicking her arms and legs wildly, never having felt such shame and remorse in her life.
"Alright, alright, I won't kiss you then." As an outstanding young man of the new century, and the purest—physically purest—transmigrator in history, Pang Yu certainly couldn't coerce a young girl. He shook his head and let it go, not pursuing the matter further. However, the faint smile on his lips seemed to say,
"Now beg me to let you go. Come on, tell me! Tell me and I'll take you away."
Ding Yuehua's sobs subsided slightly, her small, slightly protruding breasts heaving rapidly, her pink cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she whispered, "Please...please let me go..."
"No, you have to call me 'Dear Fourth Brother.'"
Ding Yuehua paused, biting her lower lip with teary eyes, refusing to say it.
“Call me and I’ll take you away right away.”
“You, you lied to me again, there will definitely be more later…”
“Whoever lies is a dog.”
“Then…”
Ding Yuehua was at a loss. Thinking of the various “terrifying” tortures in the red silk tent, she felt even more frightened. She obediently called out, “Darling…darling…darling good fourth brother…”
“Louder!”
“Darling good fourth brother, please…”
“Say the whole sentence in one breath, and I’ll take you away immediately.”
“Darling good fourth brother, please…please let me go—” Ding Yuehua suppressed her shame, bit her pink lips and finished speaking in one breath. The surging tears instantly burst out!
“Alright, let’s go. I’m a man of my word. I always do what I say.” Pang Yu stood up, grabbed a thin gauze shirt (prepared in advance?) and threw it to Ding Yuehua. He turned around and opened the door.
“The woodshed should be ready by now.” He muttered to himself as the door latch opened.

Chapter 46 The Art of Playing with Women

Playing with women is like eating melons; forced ones are not sweet. The difference between a novice and a master lies in the fact that the former only thinks about how to make things easier, while the latter... can easily defeat them after just a few moves.
—From *Art and Research—Fourth Brother's Sayings, Volume Seventeen*
In the backyard of the Grand Tutor's mansion, two figures, one tall and one short, tiptoed along the gravel path by the corner of the wall, looking like petty thieves sneaking in at night (a pair of thieves!?). The
Grand Tutor's mansion truly lived up to its name. Besides the magnificent and luxurious front hall, comparable to the palace, even the backyard, hidden behind brick walls and tiles, was grand and imposing. Large slabs of granite paved the ground, their form, materials, and craftsmanship no less impressive than those of the imperial palace.
Every few feet along the pillars and eaves of all the buildings in the garden hung illuminated lamps, covered with windproof glass shades, now dazzlingly bright, reflecting a rainbow of colors onto the rooftops, a sight to behold. Even more strikingly, every few feet along the open space between the houses stood lotus pillars, carved and decorated with colorful patterns and gold ornaments. In the center were oil lamps, burning the finest mutton-fat oil, which were extremely difficult to extinguish and produced not a trace of smoke. Even the foundations of the walls, protruding from the ground, had round holes dug every few feet, their light gleaming in the tiles lining the eaves, illuminating the entire backyard as bright as day. Everywhere was bathed in a soft, dazzling light, a truly breathtaking sight.
"Bah! What's the use of lighting so many lamps? Who knows how much oil they'll waste all night!" Perhaps because the lamps were too bright, illuminating everything around them and leaving no way to escape, Ding Yuehua, who had been hiding behind a large tree with Pang Yu for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea but still couldn't find a chance to climb over the wall, stomped her feet and cursed loudly.
Believe it or not, this was the first time Pang Yu had ever strolled out into the backyard this late. Seeing the scene before him, his heart skipped a beat: "Oh my god, this is going too far! The money saved on lamp expenses could be enough for us to throw silver around all day. Even servants need to have powerful backers and plenty of money to be so arrogant!
" "Extravagant and wasteful! Your damn master is no good! Next time I see him, I'll rip his shoulder blades off and hook them to his...his...his genitals!" The little girl stuck out her tongue, her face flushed, cursing, her pink little hands waving wildly with seemingly random strength. See? Now you've seen it all
!
What does it mean to change mountains and rivers, what does it mean to be a leopard that can't change its spots? Look at this little girl! She's only been away from that "devil's den" for a short time, and she's already badmouthing people behind their backs again. Wasn't the lesson just now enough?
—Pang Yu finally saw through the true nature of the cunning little girl, Ding Yuehua.
*Hmph, thankfully I didn't really let you go.*
He sneered inwardly, but outwardly feigned concern: "I told you, I can't let you knock me out and walk alone. Look, look, this garden is huge, the lights are bright, there are so many guards. Even after climbing over the wall, there are still eleven houses to pass. Can you get out without me leading the way?"
"Ten...eleven houses?" Ding Yuehua exclaimed in surprise.
"Of course, this is a shortcut."
"Then...then take me quickly."
Pang Yu nodded, sticking his head out and pretending to look around for a while.
"Oh dear, it doesn't look like we can't get past the front, there's only..."
"Only what? Tell me, tell me quickly!" the little girl urged anxiously.
A lecherous glint flashed in Pang Yu's eyes, and he grabbed her cool, smooth little hand.
"Come on, follow me!"
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"W-what is this place?!"
The two jogged through a stone path lined with garden pavilions and small houses, entering a garden.
The moment they stepped through the gate, Ding Yuehua was utterly stunned.
Everywhere she looked, the garden was lush and green, a riot of flowers, their fragrance intoxicating.
Under the bright lights, the garden was filled with blooming flowers and plants: swaying peonies, budding daisies, graceful orchids, vibrant and fragrant peonies… truly a riot of colors, a breathtaking sight. The rocks and trees complemented each other, bathed in the boundless moonlight—a scene of unparalleled beauty! What a wonderful
place! Truly a marvelous spot.
Pang Yu chuckled, then put on a serious face and said, "This is the Second Madam's garden. Let's hide inside for a bit, and then slip out through the side gate when the guards change shifts in half an hour."
The Grand Tutor's mansion was terrifyingly large; even during the day, Ding Yuehua wouldn't be able to leave without someone to guide her. Now, she was even more careless, obediently following behind Pang Yu, doing whatever he said.
The two entered a large wooden house in the garden, filled with potted plants and flowers. Wooden shelves on both sides held various planting tools such as rakes, hoes, and shovels. The inner room was covered with thick layers of dry grass, and there were no tables, chairs, or other furniture, only bundles of hay taking up more than two-thirds of the space.
"Come on, hide inside." Pang Yu moved a bundle aside and nodded to her.
"No, I won't go in. Who knows if there are cockroaches in there?" The little girl shook her head vigorously.
"What cockroach?"
"It's a tiny black bug with horns on its head that can fly."
"A cockroach... Ah, Xiaoqiang!? Hahaha—"
"Don't laugh, you. If you laugh again, I..." The little girl waved her hand to hit him, but suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.
There was also a man and a woman deliberately lowering their voices, but still teasing each other ambiguously.
"My darling, it's been ten days since I last saw you, and your two little buns have become even more voluptuous."
"Ah—ah ah ah... Brother Dayou, no... not here... I still have to serve Madam... You, why did you bring me here?"
"Madam has been asleep for a long time and doesn't need to be served, but your brother Dayou... hehehe..."
"Oh, you... you're so annoying!" Oh no,
if they come in...
Pang Yu glanced at Ding Yuehua, the little girl bit her thin lips tightly in fright, her delicate body swaying precariously.
"Don't be afraid, come, come with me and hide inside, as long as we're not discovered, nothing will happen." Pang Yu bent down and crawled into the bushes, reaching out a hand to pull her up.
This time, Ding Yuehua didn't refuse and obediently crawled in.
Almost simultaneously, the door creaked open. Two long, slanted shadows, intertwined, were cast inside. The woman hummed softly, her body writhing like a water snake, while the man's large foot had already stepped over the threshold.
In a flash, Pang Yu grabbed two bundles of hay and stacked them at an angle around their hiding place. At first glance, it looked exactly the same as before; no one would guess that two living people were hidden inside.
The outside was well concealed, but the inside was a problem.
Whether the hay was originally poorly stacked or Pang Yu made a mistake in his haste and didn't finish clearing it, the space inside was extremely small. The two people, pressed together, had almost no room to squeeze in!
Pang Yu, having covered the hay, didn't have time to retreat to the innermost part, and ended up lying on top of Ding Yuehua's small, innocent body, their chests almost touching, especially when he had just retreated...
they almost kissed!
—Alas, it wasn't that he wanted to take advantage, it's just that the little girl's chest was too flat to separate them at all.
Undoubtedly, Pang Yu was an innocent person. Although his legs were pressed tightly against Ding Yuehua's flat stomach, he didn't have any adverse reactions. The only reason he felt this way was because it was the little girl's first time being so close to a man other than her own father, and she was immediately filled with shame, annoyance, anxiety,
and anger, struggling desperately to push him away. Unfortunately, there wasn't much space in the hay pile, and Pang Yu was tall and imposing, so no matter how much Ding Yuehua pushed, it was the same; not only could they not create a gap, but they hugged even tighter, their legs going from touching to intertwined, their sensitive areas rubbing back and forth, clearly getting heated.
The man and woman by the door embraced tenderly for a while. The man breathed heavily, "My darling... my Yan'er... your breasts got even bigger last time... let me kiss them..."
"No... we can't do it here... someone will see..."
"Then come in, no one will know if we do it inside."
The man pulled the woman into the wooden house, closed the door behind him, and they continued to hug and kiss intimately as they went straight to the inner room.
Ding Yuehua was terrified of being exposed. She "felt" the two getting closer and closer to her, and her heart pounded in her chest. She dared not move anymore, letting Pang Yu half-prostrate himself on top of her, their hearts pounding together.
Damn it, I'm a gentleman, how can I take advantage of a little girl!
Pang Yu was quite ashamed. He stroked Ding Yuehua's small, shapely arms, trying very hard to create some distance between them. Whether it was due to excessive force or Ding Yuehua's own loosening of the buttons, her clothes came undone after a couple of tugs, revealing her delicate shoulders and neck.
Ding Yuehua was filled with shame and anger, unable to scream or shout, only able to glare at him fiercely. The upright gentleman Pang Yu immediately released his grip. Just then, a loud "bang" sounded outside, followed by a tremor in the haystack where they were hiding, as if something was about to crawl in.
Ding Yuehua, terrified, instinctively dodged forward, because under her "intense gaze," his hands had already loosened, and there was no barrier between them; she fell directly into Pang Yu's arms.
Pang Yu, of course, knew that "Brother Dayou" had couldn't contain himself and had thrown "Yan'er" onto the haystack, separated from their hiding place only by a soft wall of dry grass.
Although he desperately wanted to tell Ding Yuehua the truth, to tell her not to be afraid, not to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich in the desert, no matter what danger she faced, the adulterous couple outside were so close. If he made even the slightest sound… alas, being discovered and exposed was a minor matter; if he frightened them into impotence or made them easy prey, that would be a grave offense.
Pang Yu didn't explain, but instead wrapped his arms tightly around Ding Yuehua's trembling, petite body from behind, his fingers gently stroking her shoulders, back, and waist… trying his best to comfort her with "practical actions."
—Often, a thousand words are no match for the gentle caresses of lovers.
Wait a minute, those two in the haystack don't seem to be lovers.
On the other side of the haystack, Yan'er only gave a token push before responding passionately.
After a rustling sound, the "straw wall" suddenly shook, and several pieces of clothing were thrown onto the top of the haystack, indicating that the two people outside were completely naked.
"Brother Dayou" panted, "Good Yan'er, isn't Madam being a bit too strict? You can only come out once every half month, and I'm lovesick for you. Even when I'm doing errands for the young master, I'm thinking about your fair skin...tsk tsk tsk, it's so soft and elastic, it feels even better than the prostitutes at Cuihong Tower."
"No...you can't compare like that, I won't...mmm..." Her coquettish tsk-tsk suddenly stopped, as if her lips had been sealed by the man.
“Good girl, come here, let me pamper you properly, I’ll make you feel so good you’ll fly to heaven.” Through the gaps in the hay, two naked bodies could be vaguely seen intertwined. “Brother Dayou” uttered lewd words, hooking his hands around the maid’s slender waist , and with a thrust of his hips, he squeezed in. “
Ah… ah… ahh ... Compared to the powerful Marquis who had watched countless AVs and earned the prestigious title of "Chairman X" (AV is also called porn), the innocent little girl Ding Yuehua was witnessing a man and woman's sexual intercourse for the first time. The intense scenes almost made her faint on the spot; she covered her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent herself from gasping for breath. Dayou, lying on the voluptuous woman's body, thrust violently into her plump buttocks. "Yan'er's" reaction was fiery; her warm, smooth thighs tightened around his thick waist, her wet body writhed and kneaded in his arms, her full breasts were deformed by his fingers, her crotch was dripping with juice, her head swayed rapidly, sweat poured down her face, and she uttered sounds that were utterly intoxicating. Ding Yuehua was only thirteen years old, still a young and innocent girl in the prime of her youth. Witnessing such a passionate and intense affair was incredibly shocking. The various indecent positions and sounds repeatedly assaulted her pure and innocent mind. Her body gradually became hot, and her legs began to stir restlessly, as if something was silently throbbing, seeping out little by little, leaving her skirt damp and cool. Her cheeks flushed red with shame, and her heart pounded. She thought to herself: What's going on? It seems wet… Was it because I ran too fast and sweated…? The intense scenes kept churning in her mind, and her heart pounded even harder. Pang Yu pretended not to see, but in fact, he had everything under control. The melon was almost ripe. At most five minutes. Come on—beg me, beg me and I'll pick it. Chapter 47: Fourth Brother Draws His Gun . Don't underestimate foreplay; it's the unhurried interest, the leisurely pleasure, just like his often-quoted saying, "Without buildup, there is no depth." " ——The Secret I Had to Tell My Fourth Brother—Memoirs of the Seventeenth Wife" The melon is not yet ripe. The clandestine tryst on the haystack has reached a fiery and passionate stage. "Brother Dayou" flipped the pretty maid's entire body over, her full, plump buttocks arching high, perky and firm. He reached his hands under her armpits, grasping and kneading her two full breasts, occasionally tilting his head back in unrestrained pleasure, as if experiencing indescribable joy and stimulation. The pretty maid was kneaded until she was covered in fragrant sweat, and then he launched a fierce and relentless attack like a raging fire. She was so close to losing her soul that she occasionally let out wanton and joyful gasps, her cries extremely charming and seductive. Her two plump buttocks gleamed with a wet, luscious red light, and the slapping and squeezing sounds were dense and loud, as if... Behind the thatched wall, Ding Yuehua, completely ignorant of love between men and women, watched with a heart pounding with excitement. She inadvertently realized her legs were pressed tightly together, and a tingling, numb sensation spread beneath her crepe skirt. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her breath coming in soft gasps. She slowly felt a fine sheen of sweat seeping from her breasts, her chest and abdomen burning intensely. She shifted her body awkwardly, trying to make herself feel better. Pang Yu was very considerate, offering no complaints and trying his best to "cooperate" with her. But whether it was the little girl moving too quickly or the space in the haystack being too cramped, she truly couldn't move freely. Her delicate legs, damp with a thin layer of sweat... She slowly pulled away from Pang Yu's waist, their skin pressed together for a while, and just as they were about to separate, a pile of hay not far above their heads suddenly collapsed, causing her to fall heavily onto Pang Yu. Being pressed down, then counter-attacking—the legendary reverse push!? Normally, this wouldn't be a problem; Pang Yu was always very magnanimous and never argued with young girls. However, when Ding Yuehua fell, he had just bent his leg slightly to the right, and the little girl's weight caused his knee to press against what traditional Chinese medicine calls the "perineum," or, as recorded in books, the "monk's pubis." In simpler terms, it's called the sensitive area between her legs! Having witnessed most of the erotic spectacle, the little girl's body was already incredibly aroused. When Pang Yu "completely unconsciously" bumped into her—or rather, when her sensitive area between her legs hit Pang Yu's knee—her body instantly went limp, her entire body tingling as if struck by lightning. The unprecedentedly wonderful pleasure almost made her cry out. Pang Yu reacted quickly, covering her mouth. His hand brushed against the warm, fragrant skin of her cheeks, feeling its silky smoothness, like applying fine powder—an indescribably wonderful sensation. "Ugh...ugh...let go..." Ding Yuehua struggled desperately, her body burning hot, her cheeks flushed. "Don't yell, if we're heard, we're finished!" "Pang Yu warned her in a deep voice, his hot breath making her dizzy. The stimulation in her sensitive areas hadn't subsided when another wave of heat hit her crotch, and her legs went weak. She collapsed against Pang Yu, pinning him down in a riding position. They were so close that their eyes met, and they could hear each other's breath. Delicate, soft, and easily pushed over—this phrase perfectly describes a little girl." —Although it was reversed. Ding Yuehua was only thirteen years old, and the only word to describe her was petite. Her waist was slender, thin, and thin, and even her buttocks had little flesh. Her pink cheeks were flushed with an orange rosy blush, and her cherry-like mouth breathed sweetly. The snowy, moist curves of her buttocks, which were pressed between Pang Yu's legs, still had a touch of childish plumpness. The two of them were embracing each other in an extremely ambiguous way. Outside, "Brother Dayou" growled in a deep voice, stroking the pretty maid's waist and thrusting into her with abandon. After a round of attacks as dense as rain, the two suddenly pressed together, coming like a storm. The pretty maid was stunned and gasped: "Brother Dayou... no, no... no..." "Inside... Ahhhhhh—" Suddenly, a high-pitched cry rang out, as if soaring high into the sky. Fingers clenched tightly, and the whole body tensed like a bowstring. The sounds of "Ahhhhhh" were sweet as honey, bone-melting! Ding Yuehua heard it clearly, her mind went blank, and she was dazed and confused. She buried herself in Pang Yu's arms and involuntarily let out a low, rapid sob. Her body was sweating profusely and trembling, whether from fear or... Pang Yu was concerned and moved closer to see what was going on. As soon as he moved his knees forward, Ding Yuehua cried out, "Uh, ah... Ahhhhhh..." Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and her snow-white buttocks clung tightly to him. He thrust his hips forward, his slender waist suddenly straightening, his petite body trembling violently with a strange sensation, as if something was being released from within. She shuddered, letting out a few soft moans, her whole body seemingly collapsing, only her delicate shoulders trembling incessantly, her body completely limp, collapsing against Pang Yu's chest, panting heavily. "No...it can't be that bad!" Pang Yu was secretly startled. He'd only witnessed a live sex show, was it really necessary to react so strongly to just a touch...? Ding Yuehua's body jolted as if struck by lightning, her mind reeling as if struck by lightning. It took a long time for the trembling to subside, her delicate teeth biting her cherry-like lips, her long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes gleaming with allure. Her delicate nose twitched, her hair was damp, and her beautiful eyes were glazed over. The lingering blush on her skin added to the allure of this little girl, making her no less captivating than a mature woman. Time seemed to stand still; only Ding Yuehua's soft moans echoed in the small pile of hay. Her flawless cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes trembled, her starry eyes were closed, and her fragrant lips parted slightly, releasing a sweet, musky scent. She was soft and supple, like a lump of wet mud, completely immersed in the afterglow of an unprecedented and exquisite pleasure. How could this be? How could things have turned out like this?!

Pang Yu was so shocked he didn't know what to say.
Yes, it was all his doing.
It included leading the little girl out of Chunmanyuan, being cornered by the lights and the night patrol guards, hiding in the garden's haystack, and witnessing this sizzling live sex show...
Everything had been going quite smoothly, especially since the adulterous couple that Fubuki had found among the servants weren't just a bunch of duds like Wanrendi; they were actually quite impressive, good enough to be filmed as AVs on Kou Island. Especially that Dayou brother... oh my, he could easily have taken advantage of Lanlan!
However, Pang Yu's goal was merely to arouse the little girl's desire, and then, using the superb seduction techniques of his master, Kato Taka (an AV actor who possessed the "God Hand" to make any woman squirt in 30 seconds and had slept with over 5000 actresses), he would make her unable to resist and offer herself to him, begging him to take her. —Coercion
, intimidation, or even rape—such despicable and vile acts were beneath the pure-hearted Fourth Brother's disdain.
Heaven knows Ding Yuehua had just finished watching a pornographic film, and with just a light touch from him…
Are all the little girls of this era precocious?
Fine, I'll take you today!
A lustful fire surged within him, and he disregarded all tenderness and gentleness. He flipped over and pinned the thirteen-year-old girl beneath him, instantly feeling the astonishing softness of her youthful body—her tender little breasts rose and fell only slightly, yet were incredibly smooth to the touch; small, round, and perky, they were also very easy to pinch; her seemingly unremarkable young body, upon first glance, was so soft and delicate that he couldn't bear to let go…
“Ah—”
In an instant, Ding Yuehua came to her senses, and the erotic feelings that had been lingering in her heart vanished in a flash when she realized that Pang Yu was on top of her. Only a thunderbolt of astonishment remained in her mind, and she screamed in fright.
“Don't scream, they just left!” Pang Yu reacted quickly, pressing her down and whispering a secret instruction.
Ding Yuehua trembled, shutting her mouth and daring not to utter a sound. She then realized she was drenched in sweat; the thin gauze shirt clung to her body, slightly cool, and her gauze trousers seemed even wetter.
She was both surprised and ashamed, her face flushed, unable to utter a sound, her fragrant breath lingering on Pang Yu's lips.
Seeing Ding Yuehua's flushed face and raised eyebrows, Pang Yu knew her burgeoning lust hadn't faded, especially since his large hand was currently pressing against her buttocks, the silk skirt still smooth as milk to the touch. Thinking of her alluring appearance when she first climaxed, her face flushed and on the verge of tears, his soft voice uttered only trembling gasps… All sense of propriety, shame, and morality was thrown to the back of his mind!
How is a beast made?
Like this!
Pang Yu's eyes blazed with fire; his burning desire had long since melted away any remaining restraint.
He suddenly grabbed Ding Yuehua's slender, boneless waist. She struggled only symbolically for a moment before panting and tilting her head back, her cheeks flushed, her black hair disheveled, her delicate body covered in sweat, her face radiant with an unprecedented beauty, her eyes unfocused, her gaze hazy, everything around her appearing misty. "
Well, well, the erotic scene wasn't a waste of time."
He was somewhat surprised by how easily he had succeeded, and with a mischievous smile, he lowered his head to kiss her.
Clinging to her last shred of restraint, Ding Yuehua suppressed the tingling pleasure in her lower body. Before she could struggle, Pang Yu's wet, soft tongue was about to breach her cherry lips.
"No, no..." Ding Yuehua cried out, but her words came out as a shy, nasal sound. Even though Pang Yu hadn't actually kissed her yet, the dangerous feeling of being plundered had already overwhelmed her, along with the wonderfully tingling and aching sensation she had experienced while trembling in his arms.
Pang Yu was aroused, completely aroused!
Just looking at the little girl's shy and timid expression, seemingly eager yet helpless and at a loss, his lower body swelled a thousand times over, not to mention...
damn it, it's consensual now, she wants it and I'm giving it to her, I didn't force anyone!!!
Without any moral condemnation, Fourth Brother thrust forward!

Chapter 48: The Little Girl is Touched, I'm Not Responsible

. The fire is burning, raging fiercely.
It makes Pang Yu's face flush red, his breathing rapid.
The little girl beneath him has glazed eyes, an alluring blush rising on her smooth, delicate face, her little mouth uttering enticing moans like dreams of spring.
This, of course, is moaning.
But Pang Yu's blush isn't from lust.
The color of his face is from the firelight—the distant, soaring flames outside the window!
"Oh no! Fire!"
Just before the birds returned to their nests... no, to be precise, just before they parted the branches and leaves obscuring their nests, a chaotic and panicked commotion erupted outside the garden.
Damn it, what business is it of mine if the manor catches fire
? Let it burn, burn it down and rebuild, does the Grand Tutor's manor lack the money for a few more houses?
Pang Yu's resolve was firm; he didn't even bother to glance at it, burying himself in his unfinished training.
"Heavens! It's Chunman Garden on fire! Quick, save the young master! Save the young master!"
These sudden words froze his hand as he unbuttoned the little girl's clothes.
Damn it, why did it have to be...
Pang Yu was about to curse when he suddenly snapped to attention.
Chunman Garden, how could his Chunman Garden be on fire!?
The first thing he did on the day he called himself Pang Si and became a servant was... to quell the negative impact of Chuixue's blatant lie that "the Marquis was arrested for going to a brothel."
The second thing was to kick out all the servants who served him at Chunmanyuan, except for Chuixue, on the grounds that they were "unhappy with serving the Marquis," and send them to the Chengwu Old Residence, hundreds or thousands of miles away.
To conceal his identity, anyone who knew him couldn't be allowed to live!
Next, under the pretext that the Marquis needed peace and quiet to reflect on his mistakes and study diligently, he issued an order to the entire mansion: anyone who dared to step into Chunmanyuan without his summons would be killed!
In short, now only two people besides him could enter Chunmanyuan:
Chuixue and Wanrendi.
Chuixue should have just met up with "Brother Dayou" and given him five strings of cash as "pay" for tonight's erotic performance with his old flame, or, more shamelessly, withheld four and a half strings, giving only half a string as a "nutritional allowance."
One drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood—although this has been completely proven wrong by modern science—the Marquis of Anle was an honest man and would never let his subordinates ejaculate for nothing.
As for Wanrendi,
he was simply a reincarnated starving ghost!
—Pretending to be a beaten-up江湖人 (jianghu person, a term referring to a martial arts world member) to trick Bai Yutang was done brilliantly, absolutely brilliantly. The honest Marquis of Anle certainly deserves a reward.
Money? No.
What do you want? Food!
Then let's eat! Go to the kitchen and eat your fill, preferably until you're stuffed to death!!!
If Pang Yu isn't mistaken, with his connection, he's currently squatting by the stove, engrossed in a three-pound pig's trotter, so engrossed in eating he doesn't even know his own name anymore. He has no time to go back to Chunmanyuan!
Chuixue isn't here, Wanrendi isn't here.
And he, of course, isn't here either.
So how did Chunmanyuan catch fire?
The only answer.
Zhan Zhao has arrived.
Whether he "settled" Bai Yutang or didn't fight him at Xingzilin, Zhan Zhao arrived anyway. Zhan Zhao knew he had kidnapped Ding Yuehua, and since he couldn't find her anywhere in the garden, he set fire to force her out. "
What a load of rubbish, Southern Hero!"
Pang Yu almost jumped up and cursed.
Wasn't arson a despicable act only for thugs, bandits, bullies, and those arrogant, wicked young masters in the capital—aside from him? "
Damn it, how could you be so immoral ?"
Pang Yu felt like his head was about to burst into smoke.
He wasn't afraid of burning the garden; he could just rebuild it. He never liked the current state of Chunmanyuan anyway.
There's a good old poem: "The spring colors of the garden cannot be confined; a branch of red apricot blossoms over the wall."
It's called Spring Garden, so why isn't there a single red apricot tree inside or out? And even if you uproot all the flowers and plants and replant everything, the layout of the walls wouldn't allow too many branches to extend outwards.
What kind of thing is this? What kind of bastard designed this?!
I want a whole courtyard full of red apricots peeking out from behind the walls!!!
Although Pang Yu really wanted to use Zhan Zhao to help him build a new garden, a problem arose—everyone in the Pang household knew that the young master lived in Spring Garden. Now that they saw it on fire, they rushed to help like swarms. If they couldn't find the young master or even assumed he had burned to death inside, the Grand Tutor's mansion would be in chaos!
Especially since the second and third wives were in the mansion. They "recognized" him after his successful weight loss. Whether he appeared in his marquis's robes or a servant's clothes, if he arrived late and was seen by both stepmothers and even just a steward, his act of sneaking out of the mansion disguised as a servant would be completely exposed!
If he didn't go, then forget about it.
To continue his glorious service as a servant of the Pang family and to defy his heartless father's "useless son reformation plan," Pang Yu had no choice but to immediately return to the garden. First, as Pang Si, he would organize everyone to put out the fire, then revert to his marquis attire to pay his respects to his two stepmothers who treated him like their own son!
He flipped over and jumped off the little girl's burning, delicate body.
"Hey, wake up, wake up!" he shook her shoulders, his face radiating righteous indignation.
Seemingly confused as to why the man who had been like a beast had suddenly abandoned his attack, Ding Yuehua, her reason completely extinguished by the heat of the fire, blinked her large, watery eyes, looking at him with endless resentment and incomprehension.
As a widely praised gentleman, Pang Yu, of course, couldn't do anything beastly. He leaned down and whispered something in the little girl's ear.
"Ahhhhh—" Ding Yuehua was startled awake. She was about to grab him when she realized her clothes were disheveled and her lower body was completely soaked. She screamed and frantically grabbed some straw to cover her chest.
"You, you, you...what did you do to me just now?"
"What could I have done, Miss?" Pang Yu said innocently, pointing to himself, "I'm an upright person, I would never take advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state. Who seduced me first..."
"Ugh!" Ding Yuehua glared at him, her pretty face flushed red, her ears burning as if on fire. She probably remembered the embarrassment of being in Pang Yu's arms earlier.
Pang Yu was considerate and understanding. He didn't "dig deeper" and embarrass the little girl further, getting straight to the point: "The garden suddenly caught fire. I have to go back and check if the young master is in danger. You...wait here for me, I'll come back and take you away." Without waiting for her reply, he turned and ran outside.
Little did Ding Yuehua know that after watching a erotic spectacle in the haystack, her desire was burning, and she was sweating profusely. The effects of the Five-Colored Light Smoke Powder had long since worn off, and her strength had quietly returned. Upon hearing Pang Yu say that Chunmanyuan was on fire, she figured she could escape in the chaos, and she certainly wasn't going to let this stinking servant who had "bullied" her several times get away. With
a light tap of her small feet, Ding Yuehua had already chased after him, her slender hand flashing out, her fingers moving like the wind, striking Pang Yu on the back of the head.
"That's right!"
Pang Yu suddenly turned around, seeing her hand about to strike, his expression wasn't one of surprise, nor did he dodge; instead, he was surprised... he shook his
head and sighed bitterly! "Wait for me for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. If you hear any screams or... or... terrifying sounds during that time," Pang Yu's words were labored, and a chill suddenly crept into his voice, "and I haven't returned yet, then there's no need to wait. If you're so inclined, you can burn some incense and paper money every year during Qingming Festival and Winter Solstice..."
"What are you saying?" Ding Yuehua couldn't help but ask.
"N-nothing...nothing..." Pang Yu stammered, looking hesitant.
"What is it?!"
"Nothing...sigh!"
"Tell me, hurry up—" The more he hesitated, the more the little girl urged him.
"If I go, I might...not come back. Take care, young lady!" Pang Yu said through gritted teeth, stomped his foot, and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Ding Yuehua chased after him, tugging at his sleeve.
"Tell me what happened."
"Actually...sigh, now I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, this garden...this garden is haunted!"
"Haunted!" Upon hearing this, Ding Yuehua instinctively shuddered and grabbed his arm with both hands.
“Yes, it’s haunted, really.” Pang Yu gave a smile she couldn’t see, but the fear in his voice only grew stronger. “I heard from the servants who came before me that two years ago, a maid had an affair with a servant—just like what we just saw. Later, I don’t know who leaked the news to the Second Madam, and to protect the reputation of the Grand Tutor’s mansion, the Second Madam ordered the midwife to forcibly abort her child. The poor baby was already seven months along, sigh.”
“And then?”
“Then that maid jumped into the well, the one in front of the garden, and then… not three days later, that place started to be haunted.” Pang Yu’s body trembled, and he involuntarily took two steps back.
“You… why are you trembling?”
“No, no, no, I’m not trembling, who’s afraid? I’m a grown man, what… what am I afraid of a female ghost! At most, she’ll eat me, she won’t make me pregnant.” Pang Yu tried to sound tough, but his face was deathly pale.
"A big belly!?"
"Yeah, because the baby's gone, so the female ghost loves to touch people's bellies, especially women's! While touching them, she shouts, 'Baby—my baby—are you there—are you inside—'"
"Ah—" Ding Yuehua was terrified, her face turning pale. She screamed and flew backward, her petite body shrinking behind Pang Yu, her small hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Hey, hey, men and women shouldn't touch each other, don't do this."
Ding Yuehua could only tremble, her reaction even more intense than Pang Yu had expected.
It turned out that this brat was afraid of nothing but evil spirits.
"Don't be afraid, this room has been talismaned by a master, the female ghost doesn't dare to come in; if two people are together, the yang energy is abundant, she wouldn't dare to attack easily, otherwise why would I dare to bring you here to hide." The implication was that she'd better stay inside, and if she got touched outside, he wouldn't be responsible.
Ding Yuehua nodded.
Pang Yu was secretly pleased with himself, his face full of righteous indignation: "Alright, that's enough. I have to rush back to save the young master. Anyway, if I... if I don't come back, I'll probably be eaten by ghosts. You, you can leave quietly when it's dawn and the ghosts don't dare to come out. There's no need to save me—everyone dies eventually, and I'll die for the young master!"
Ding Yuehua was terrified, too scared to even leave the house, let alone run away. Her delicate lips were tightly pressed together, her face deathly pale. She clutched his sleeve, her voice trembling, "No, I'll wait for you... wait for you to come back! You... you must come back!" She almost cried.
"Yes, as long as I'm alive, I'll definitely come back!" Pang Yu nodded emphatically, a resolute glint in his deep eyes. Then, he turned around like a whirlwind and walked towards the door without looking back. His heavy steps and lonely figure evoked a sense of desolation, like a hero departing for his final journey.
The moment he stepped across the threshold, his solemn expression transformed into a sly grin. "
After being scared like this, the little girl won't dare leave the flower room. Even if Zhan Zhao has incredible abilities... humph, I don't believe he can find this place!"
Wait, did I really "scare" her?
I'm an honest man, and honest men never lie.
Lao Tzu said there are ghosts in the garden, and there are ghosts in the garden!
A lecherous ghost, Pang Si, the lecherous ghost.
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Half an hour later.
Outside the wooden house, a tall, elegant figure stood silently, his majestic body straight as a spear, his unwavering stance like a mountain, his imposing posture seemingly reaching for the stars. His bright eyes gleamed in the darkness, his sharp gaze, like lightning, constantly conveying immense confidence…
Pang Yu, just look at that leisurely, smug smile on his lips and you know it's him.
Zhan Zhao isn't that handsome!
Half an hour, all done.
What is speed? What is skill?
The excellent servant, perfectly embodying these two points in the shortest time, gently pushed open the door of the wooden house.
As expected, Ding Yuehua was still inside, lying on the haystack seemingly asleep. Her delicate, sculpted body looked like a masterpiece untouched by the world, her skin fair and smooth, more lustrous than snow, her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink like cherry blossoms against smooth ivory, making one want to kiss her.
Even a chaste man with severely abnormal hormone levels would find it hard to resist such a scene.
Let alone Pang Yu, whose body was perfectly normal!
"My dear Yuehua, your good brother Pang Si is back—"
Pang Yu's eyes lit up, and he shouted as he rushed over, about to pick her up and give her a kiss, when suddenly a hand from behind the door struck the back of his head, his vision went black, and he collapsed unconscious.

Chapter 49 ml

"Pang Si, do you know your crime!"
A sharp shout, like a thunderclap in mid-air, echoed throughout the Kaifeng government office. In the courtroom, Bao
Zheng sat upright, flanked by twenty-four guards.
Below, two bailiffs pressed down on Pang Yu's shoulders, trying to force him to kneel. But the wise and loyal servant Pang Si, with his own sense of justice, refused to bend his unyielding spirit under the weight of these lackeys of the regime and thugs of the government.
"Know your crime? Know what crime? I'm innocent!"
he roared, straightening his back and sending the two bailiffs stumbling backward.
"How dare you! You broke into an inn at night, kidnapped a woman, and intended to rape her. Do you dare not admit your crime?" Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Bao Zheng slammed his gavel and roared angrily.
"You dare to do that!" Pang Yu jumped up, rushed to the table, his tiger-like eyes wide, and stared coldly at Bao Zheng. Without looking back, he pointed at Ding Yuehua, "Clearly, this little hussy is just lustful and wants a man. I was just playing along and helping her out. What crime have I committed?"
Bao Zheng was furious and slammed his hand on the table, shouting, "How dare you! How can you spout nonsense in court? Miss Ding is just a young girl and knows nothing about matters between men and women..."
"So what if she's a young girl? She's not a woman!" Pang Yu hated people shouting "big shot" all the time during trials. Who the hell are they trying to scare? Do they think everyone standing below is a country bumpkin?
"Let me tell you!" he roared at Bao Zheng in a fit of rage, "Women start menstruating between the ages of nine and eleven, and after that, their secondary sexual characteristics—ah, bah, why am I talking to you about this stuff? You wouldn't understand anyway. If you don't believe me, ask her, ask her if she threw herself into your arms, ask her, ask her, ask her!"
Everyone looked over at the same time and saw Ding Yuehua sobbing in Zhan Zhao's arms, her small shoulders shaking uncontrollably, her thin body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind!
"You scoundrel, you beast, this is outrageous!" Bao Zheng was so angry that he trembled all over, and said sternly, "It's clearly you who deliberately set up the hay barn to seduce Miss Ding..."
"Bao Heizi!" Pang Yu kicked the dog-head gate that was set up to intimidate people hard, and the sound "hum" echoed throughout the room. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the huge Kaifeng government office was instantly silent.
"You, as the Prefect of Kaifeng, are in charge of all administrative, judicial, and public affairs in the capital. Your power and responsibility are heavier than Mount Tai. Now, the largest inn in the south of the city, Jinxi Inn, has been burned to the ground, and instead of investigating and questioning, you refuse to examine the eight guards of the Imperial Guard who died of poisoning. Instead, you grab a lowly servant like me and threaten and force a confession. Bao Zheng, Bao Zheng, look up! Look up! Do you even deserve the four characters 'Justice, Integrity, and Impartiality' on the plaque?"
Bao Zheng was shocked and looked at Pang Yu, who stood proudly below the hall. He had solved countless cases in his life. Every time a criminal entered Kaifeng Prefecture, he was terrified, his legs went weak, and he trembled like a fallen leaf in autumn. Even if there were one or two who resisted, they would only argue and refuse to confess. How could anyone be like Pang Yu, pointing at him and cursing him from the start?
"Hmph, I have long heard that Lord Bao and my Grand Tutor have a long-standing feud. Seeing this today, it is indeed true..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Gongsun Ce, standing beside Bao Zheng, raised his feather fan and pointed at him, shouting.
"You're the one spouting nonsense! If there were no grudge, why would Lord Bao turn a blind eye to two major cases that shook the capital, insisting on portraying a consensual act as 'forcibly abducting a woman and subjecting her to sexual abuse'? Could it be that you intend to start by arresting me, settling a personal score while the Grand Tutor is away from the capital, and falsely accusing everyone in the Pang family of crimes, ransacking their house, and destroying the Grand Tutor's mansion? Hmph, what a clever tactic, truly a clever tactic."
"Everyone says Lord Bao is a brilliant judge, upright and incorruptible..."
"A brilliant judge, yet he only solves trivial cases; upright and incorruptible, of course he doesn't need to be like a servant like me; impartial and incorruptible, hey, does he need to show mercy to his political enemies?" "
..."
"Lord Bao, are you going to handle those two cases or not? Do you expect the 'fair and just' Lord Bao to give the people of the capital an explanation before someone with the knowledge of the court can petition the Emperor?"
"You..."
"What 'you'?! To suppress political enemies, you disregard the people of the capital; to suppress political enemies, you watch as righteous soldiers die unjustly; to suppress political enemies, you don't hesitate to distort right and wrong, repeatedly coercing and framing innocent people in court with your cronies! Bao the Black-hearted, Bao the Black-hearted, ask yourself if you deserve the position of Prefect of Kaifeng!"
"Ugh—" Before Pang Yu could finish speaking, Bao Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood.
"My lord!" "My lord!" Chaos erupted within the government office.
"Heaven is blind! Gods and Buddhas are unjust!" Pang Yu slumped to the ground, pounding his chest and wailing to the heavens, "Your Majesty, with your great talent and ambition, surpassing even Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi, your civil and military achievements exceeding those of Emperor Taizong of Tang, truly a great emperor of all time, why were you blinded by this black-hearted scoundrel and entrusted with the position of the capital's premier? A thousand-mile dike is breached by an ant! The vast lands that Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong fought so hard on the battlefield, the millions of soldiers who sacrificed their lives to secure four hundred prefectures, will one day fall into the hands of this scoundrel! Heaven, open your eyes! Save the Song Dynasty! Save the people!"
"Thump—"
Bao Zheng clutched his chest and fell backward, scattering the files, registers, and gavel from the desk all over the floor.
"My lord, wake up, wake up!"
"Quickly, find a doctor, find a doctor!"
The panicked cries of Gongsun Ce and the constables mingled with Pang Yu's maniacal laughter echoing through the solemn hall of Kaifeng Prefecture.
"Hahaha—hahaha—hahaha—"
"My lord, wake up, wake up, please wake up." Pang Yu was feeling extremely smug when Chuixue's signature lewd voice rang out at the most inopportune moment.
In an instant, Bao Zheng, who had collapsed to the ground coughing up blood, the panicked Gongsun Ce, and the chaotic constables of Kaifeng Prefecture all vanished, leaving only Chuixue's pockmarked face and the empty hall.
"Holy crap! Where the hell am I?!"
"My lord, you've forgotten, this is your sleeping room."
"What?!"
Pang Yu scratched his head, finally realizing he was dreaming.
Damn it!
He jumped out of bed, about to unleash a torrent of curses, when he suddenly remembered being hit on the head last night.
"I...I was in that wooden cabin in the garden, how could I..."
"My lord, you were asleep, right by the door. I had to push and pull for ages to open it." Chuixue smiled obsequiously, "I guess you were having too much fun deflowering that brat, and you were exhausted after a whole night of this. My lord, you're brilliant, brilliant, truly brilliant, for two and a half hours..."
"Where is she?"
"I haven't seen her. Did you enjoy the brat's service so much that...you let her go?"
"Am I out of my mind? Satisfied and you let her go!"
Chuixue choked, speechless.
Pang Yu lowered his head in thought, also remaining silent.
Without a doubt, Ding Yuehua had been rescued.
Who could have rescued her? Zhan Zhao?
If it were Zhan Zhao, seeing a mere servant "treating" his sworn sister like that, he'd be a fool not to stab him on the spot. Would he let him off so easily?
Marquis Pang/his servant brother, Fourth Brother, was completely unharmed, perfectly fine.
Bai Yutang?
Bai Yutang had even less reason to spare him. Given the temperament of that "White-haired Rat" (a nickname), not only had he sown discord and caused a fight between Pang Yu and Zhan Zhao, but just the public humiliation he'd inflicted on him that day was enough to kill Pang Yu three or five times over.
Besides these two, who else would have rescued Ding Yuehua?
Pang Yu couldn't understand, and didn't want to think about it, because no matter what, as long as Ding Yuehua escaped the Grand Tutor's mansion—before he could have his way with her—the feud between them would be sealed.
—Ding Yuehua wasn't scary; she was just a little girl, only good for Fourth Brother to play with.
But Zhan Zhao is a real problem; aside from Bai Yutang, there's truly no one in the world who can rival him.
Seeing her master's grim expression, Chuixue, though rather dim-witted, roughly guessed what was going on and cautiously suggested, "My lord, perhaps we shouldn't go out today, in case we run into..."
"Run into him? I'd love to!" Pang Yu interrupted with a cold laugh, striding confidently towards the door amidst Chuixue's astonished gaze.
Indeed, aside from Bai Yutang, there's truly no one in the world who can stop Zhan Zhao.
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"Are you sure!?"
"Are you sure that Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang fought for two whole hours last night, and neither of them left the scene?" Pang Yu grabbed Gao Dawei's shoulders, shaking him violently as he asked.
"Yes, yes," Gao Dawei replied hastily, almost falling apart. "My young master, as you said, sent the most, most, most, most powerful expert from the Palace Guard to hide and watch from afar. He personally witnessed Zhan and that Bai something-cat fighting all night. Zhan wanted to leave, but Bai something-cat wouldn't let him go. In the end, the fight alerted the city patrol, and they were forced to leave. Bai something-cat kept shouting..."
"Said what?"
"Said that since there was no winner this time, they'd find another opportunity to fight."
This is bizarre!
Pang Yu was completely bewildered.
Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang hadn't made a move, so who rescued Ding Yuehua?
Or maybe I was just incredibly unlucky, and when I opened the door, a beam or some kind of wooden stick fell down and knocked me unconscious!?
Nonsense!
Pang Yu wasn't stupid; he wouldn't be foolish enough to comfort himself with such a one in tens of thousands chance of a coincidence.
But he truly couldn't understand how Ding Yuehua could have vanished from the Grand Tutor's mansion into thin air.
Forget it, I can't figure it out, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I'm a seasoned veteran, who am I afraid of?
Pang Yu grabbed Gao Dawei, whispered something to him, and then stood up with a flourish, leaving the teahouse.
"Chuixue."
"Yes—"
"Come with me for a stroll, let's take a look around Kaifeng Prefecture."

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