[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 28

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Chapter 196 One shot, for the

beautiful Rongrong. Not taking it is a man's shame!
This was Pang Yu's unwavering motto. He was a grown man. He didn't want to humiliate himself. So he made a resolute decision: Go for it!
One shot. Just one shot. Hua Xiangrong's short jacket was ripped off.
That wasn't enough. Pang Yu was about to pull off her satin skirt, but Hua Xiangrong stopped him.
Oh dear. She dared to block him? Pang Yu was furious. Extremely furious. He hastily pulled off his outer garment and was about to force himself on her. Hua Xiangrong was frightened. She desperately covered her chest, saying coyly, "Young master... if you... take me... it will take Rongrong several hours... I only need to change clothes for a moment. If Sister Xiyun is waiting too long..." As soon as
she said that, Pang Yu suddenly realized. Yes. It would take him at least half an hour to ejaculate. Why would he go downstairs after so long? Wouldn't that be obvious? What's the difference between this and openly flirting in public downstairs? Fourth Brother's far-reaching plans can't be ruined by a moment of lust!
But... now that we're upstairs, Fourth Brother absolutely, positively won't be satisfied without "doing" something!
Hua Xiangrong finally managed to pull her soft, fragrant tongue out of her mouth. Between soft breaths, she suddenly noticed Pang Yu's wicked smile and his unfriendly gaze fixed on her.
Otherwise, how could she be called a naturally alluring beauty? Hua Xiangrong's rosy cheeks flushed even redder. She let out a soft, shy moan and knelt before Pang Yu. Her sexy body swayed a few times before she obediently lowered her head. Her slender hands grasped his erect, hot, and hard penis, squeezing it between her full, white breasts. Looking up at him, her beautiful eyes revealed a captivating, alluring gaze.
This shy glance was indeed incredibly seductive, full of charm. What was most striking was the captivating allure in her eyes. It made Pang Yu's heart flutter, almost causing him to ejaculate.
It wasn't that he was incompetent; it was simply that the enchanting beauty of the Flower Fairy was truly mesmerizing. Fourth Brother was a man accustomed to beautiful women, but whether it was Nangong Qinyi, Zou Xiyun, or the newly encountered Yang Yan and Yang Paifeng, compared to Hua Xiangrong, they all lacked that captivating charm that permeated her very being. Only the truly elegant and ethereal Fairy Sister could rival her. But the Fairy Sister certainly, absolutely, would never look at him with the bewitching gaze that Hua Xiangrong possessed.
At this moment, Fourth Brother didn't need to do anything else. He only needed to stand firm and enjoy himself.
He enjoyed Hua Xiangrong's fiery passion and unrestrained devotion, smiling as she used her delicate fingers, stained with balsam juice, to grasp his erection and stroke it up and down. Seductive moans escaped her lips.
Before long, his member was swollen like a goose egg. His menacing member thrust forward before Hua Xiangrong's cherry-like mouth. A sticky, transparent liquid seeped from its tip. It was almost about to pierce her small mouth!
But before he could, Hua Xiangrong took it in. Her fragrant tongue playfully flicked at the tip of his penis, then she opened her mouth and swallowed almost half of the thick, hard member into her cherry-like mouth.
Pang Yu exhaled a cool breath of pleasure. He looked down, admiring Hua Xiangrong's movements as she knelt between his legs, sucking and stroking him. A bewitching beauty. Truly a bewitching beauty. Sweet sucking, swallowing and spitting. Her tongue licked from his scrotum to the coronal sulcus. Her mouth was warm. Her tongue was nimble. Her teeth gently bit. Her oral skills were unbelievable; just a few days ago she was a virgin.
Pang Yu was captivated. His member swelled again, burning hot like a hot coal. In and out, it was covered in her sweet saliva. The pleasure was no less intense than the grinding and thrusting deep inside her body that day.
She probably didn't know. Just yesterday, this precious thing in her little mouth was still making love to Zou Xiyun, her fellow courtesan, in her boudoir, relentlessly ravaging her.
"Oh...oh...coming...I'm going to cum..."
After only a short time of licking and sucking, Pang Yu felt his member suddenly swell even more in Hua Xiangrong's rosy mouth. He couldn't help but thrust harder. Hua Xiangrong couldn't speak, only letting out seductive moans from her delicate nose. Clearly, she was overwhelmed by the stimulation, experiencing ecstasy.
Suddenly, Pang Yu's body trembled violently. Hua Xiangrong felt large, hot streams gushing from the hard object in her mouth, spraying into her mouth. She glanced at Pang Yu coquettishly, then tightly held it with her wet lips, obediently and willingly swallowing all of Pang Yu's continuously ejaculating essence.
Seeing her so obediently finish the food, a trace of milky white liquid slowly spilled from the corner of her rosy lips. Pang Yu couldn't help but imagine such a lewd scene if it happened to Zou Xiyun... no. It happened to happen to both the Flower Fairy and Zou Xiyun at the same time, and both women were fighting over it. That would be true bliss. Heh.
A wicked pleasure swept through Fourth Brother's heart... Not long after,
a little over a cup of tea's time, Pang Yu accompanied Hua Xiangrong downstairs.
Hua Xiangrong had changed into a palace dress made of colorful purple silk satin with gold embroidery trim. She was still radiant. As soon as she went downstairs, she was surrounded by a swarm of admirers. Before that, the guests were certainly not bored either. Those with lower standards had the Seven Show Pavilion's song and dance performances to watch. Those with higher standards followed Zou Xiyun like lapdogs.
Unlike the Flower Fairy's seductive style, Zou Xiyun, with her face veiled in a light veil, understood that she needed to seize this opportunity to pave the way for the Seven Show Pavilion's "infiltration." However, due to her dignified and elegant nature, she always kept things brief and to the point, no matter who she was talking to. A few words were considered a
courtesy. Fourth Brother was very satisfied with this. Yes, that's how it should be. Aloofness. Men, especially wealthy men, are mostly base. The more aloof and indifferent you are, the more they will admire and fawn over you. Between men and women, especially in brothels, it all comes down to a single word. Once it's over, it loses its novelty. They can give up at any time. So even the most alluring and seductive courtesan is outwardly charming but inwardly reserved. She bewitched Zhao Yunbi, who spent countless sums of money on her, yet he hadn't even touched her hand. Besides,
Fourth Brother's exclusive possession—wasn't someone else allowed to pester or talk to her? Only in her boudoir at the Seven Show Pavilion, on her embroidered couch, could Fourth Brother enjoy himself at his leisure.
With Zou Xiyun's support... A short while passed. None of the guests suspected what the upright host and the guest with the soiled clothes had done upstairs. When they came down, the atmosphere of the banquet became even more lively.
Hua Xiangrong was surrounded. Fourth Brother, however, was quite free. Many people wanted to discuss shareholding with him. But seeing that Zhao Xuanhuang had been rebuffed, who would dare to come?
They had witnessed Fourth Brother's masterful methods in the Flower Queen Competition, leading the Crown Prince's faction to suppress their opponents and crush a large group of princes and nobles. And then they saw him handling all the guests with ease at today's banquet, displaying the demeanor of a great general. He even dared to disregard the Prince of Chen's face, and the Prince of Chen wasn't angry at all…
From now on, who would dare to treat Fourth Brother as a servant?
Fourth Brother was very free. When he was free, he went to find women. His target was Yang Paifeng.

Chapter 197 The Flower Fairy and Fourth Brother's Agreement

Fourth Brother was immediately shocked: "Ah, is Miss ill? Oh dear, how can this be? Early summer is the season when people are most susceptible to illness. Well then, I'll immediately call Baozhi's Imperial Physician Lin..."
Yang Paifeng coldly interrupted him: "Miss wanted to storm the Grand Tutor's mansion and drag someone out to teach him a lesson, but the Marshal stopped her and locked her in the barracks. Miss shouted and yelled that she would never let that person go and would definitely tear him to pieces next time she saw him, so it's not good. (**Paifeng reminds Lord Tian Ding that it's best to bring more skilled bodyguards when going out in the future. Seven or eight ordinary guards from the Grand Tutor's mansion are nothing to Miss Paifeng when she gets going."
Heh, threatening me?
Fourth Brother is really not afraid. He touched his nose and said lewdly: "Is that so? I really want to see Miss Yang again soon. Miss Yang is such a lovely girl. Staying in the army all day is not letting her beauty go to waste. She should come out and show off more like Miss Paifeng and display her beauty in public..."
Fourth Brother meant no harm when he said those words, absolutely not, because in modern times, a woman in her mid-twenties is not old at all; on the contrary, it's the most charming and radiant time of her life. But to Yang Paifeng, it instantly became a sarcastic remark about her being twenty-four or twenty-five and still unmarried, now relying on representing the Yang family's Tianbo Mansion and Mu Guiying at various banquets to display her beauty and seduce men…
Even the most good-tempered woman can't help but react when someone talks about her life's most important matter, and Yang Paifeng was no exception. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes flashed with murderous intent. Before Fourth Brother could even react to what he had done to offend her, “Crack!” The wine cup in Yang Paifeng's hand shattered—not a porcelain cup, but a batch of stemmed cups that Fourth Brother had specially “invented” and rushed to make for a high-class banquet. Of course, they had three legs, modeled after the wine vessels of the Qin and Han dynasties. Anyway, they were bronze cups, and cast very thickly. “Crack!” Yang Paifeng crushed them in an instant! !!
Trouble comes from the mouth, Chuixue wiped her sweat beside her.
Fourth Brother finally realized he had said the wrong thing and hurt her. He felt extremely guilty; he had so easily pierced the pure and innocent heart of the Yang family girl. This greatly violated his principle of chivalry. Before he could apologize, a white figure rushed towards him from behind.
A white figure? Yang Paifeng's fire poker? But why was it from behind?!
"Second General!" The guests heard a hurried shout, and a strong man dressed in white rushed to Yang Paifeng's side and whispered something in her ear. (**
Fourth Brother was very close, and his ears were sharp. But he only caught a few words intermittently.
"...Searching for assassins...clues...Southern Tang rebels...eleven dead..."
Yang Paifeng's face changed drastically: "What did you say? Our brothers were killed by Southern Tang rebels when we entered the city to search..." [The first person noticed that all eyes were on him. He quickly stopped himself.
"Miss Paifeng, what happened? Is there anything I can do to help?" Pang Yu asked "concernedly." Uh. He perfectly displayed the demeanor of a host. Very gentlemanly, very dashing. "It's nothing. It's nothing serious." Yang Paifeng pretended to be calm. Her smile was a little stiff. But anyone with eyes could see that the anger that could have shattered her cup had been completely extinguished. Could it be a small matter?
"Lord Tian Ding, everyone, there is an urgent matter at Tianbo Mansion that requires Paifeng to return to handle. Paifeng will take her leave first." Sure enough, Yang Paifeng shook off the broken pieces of the bronze cup in her hand and hurriedly bid farewell to the guests.
"I will see Miss Paifeng off." Pang Yu volunteered.
"No need." Yang Paifeng didn't even bother with formalities. She directly refused him and rushed out of the hall.
Pang Yu followed her to the door, shouting, "Farewell, Miss Paifeng—" His gaze inadvertently met Zou Xiyun's. His sword-like eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of smug satisfaction hidden deep in his smile.
Yang Paifeng left. The banquet continued.
The presence of two top courtesans was a spectacle only the Marquis of Anle could afford. Who would want to leave early? These lecherous nobles and young masters couldn't wait to eat all night.
After eating and drinking, these were all witnesses to prove their innocence.
Less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea after Yang Paifeng left.
Someone quietly slipped in—Lin Xiaojing.
Actually, it couldn't be called slipping in, because today's resident performance at the Seven Show Pavilion was all done by Steward Lin. The head steward was busy setting up the stage, arranging people, and scheduling appearances; his hard work was evident to all. However, as the banquet quickly became lively under the guidance of the two courtesans, no one paid attention to the whereabouts of a grown man. Steward Lin then used the excuse of needing to urinate to sneak out, only to reappear almost an hour later, casually making an appearance before several important figures, such as Grand Commandant Gao.
Fourth Brother had always been quite curious about Lin Xiaojing, because when he and Zou Xiyun were discussing their plan in bed, mentioning that they both needed to stay at the banquet the next day, and who would lead the entire operation of "murder, framing, and shifting blame," Zou Xiyun told him Lin Xiaojing without hesitation.
Fourth Brother was very surprised... Xiao Jing? That cowardly steward who slapped Young Master Qian countless times on their first meeting, yet still smiled and ushered him in, so humble, submissive, and obedient that even Pang Yu wanted to take him on as a servant—is actually a hidden master in the ** organization?
His infiltration is too brilliant!**
Pang Yu curiously asked what his abilities were, but Zou Xiyun bit her lip and refused to say, only telling him that the murder was to be handled by Lin Xiao Jing, and there would be no problems.
Sigh, give a woman a little leeway; only petty men keep asking questions and want to know everything.
Fourth Brother is very magnanimous, so he won't force Zou Xiyun to tell him, even about many things concerning their group of Southern Tang remnants, such as how many people they have, why they want to restore their kingdom, and what their relationship is with the Fairy Sister, etc. Fourth Brother didn't ask any questions—what was there to ask? He only needed to know that he now had a large number of assassins and death squads at his disposal, and the entire Seven Show Pavilion. He could have whoever he wanted, like Jiu Xian or Cui Cui, spend the night with him. Of course, Fourth Brother wasn't that shameless; he promised Zou Xiyun that he wouldn't touch the other girls in the Seven Show Pavilion, and he firmly believed that one day, Zou Xiyun would completely open her heart to him and tell him everything without reservation.
After his appearance, Lin Xiaojing walked to Zou Xiyun's side and openly, publicly, and quietly but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, asked his master for permission. He essentially said that it was getting late, the girls had been performing for a long time and were tired, and his master had been working hard for the Flower Queen Competition and needed to rest well. He should go back and rest early.
The guests heard roughly this much, but Lin Xiaojing's words actually contained code words used by their organization. Zou Xiyun smiled slightly after hearing this, gracefully bidding farewell to the guests. Before leaving, she also glanced at Pang Yu unintentionally, her expressive eyes conveying a clear meaning.
"Operation successful."
With Zou Xiyun gone, only Hua Xiangrong remained in charge of the event. However, Hua Xiangrong seemed tired as well, and after entertaining the guests alone for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she came to bid farewell to Pang Yu.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Tian Ding. Tonight's banquet was the most innovative and attractive banquet I have ever attended. Please don't forget to send me an invitation if there's another opportunity in the future."
The entire room erupted in applause.
Hua Xiangrong's meaning was clear: she would definitely attend any banquet hosted by her fourth brother in the future.
"Following Fourth Brother, even meals are accompanied by courtesans!"
Everyone was excited about this, completely unaware that Hua Xiangrong, after saying this and gracefully bowing, secretly slipped a small note into Fourth Brother's hand.
The first epoch-making buffet banquet in the Song Dynasty finally came to a close, far exceeding Pang Yu's expectations. It not only created a perfect start for the first issue of the "Great Song Era Weekly," but also led the development trend of the mainstream banquet style for the future high-end class in the Song Dynasty.
Gao Yanei, Qian Shicai, and the members of the Crown Prince's Party all admired Pang Yu from then on—but the fact that he could invite Zou Xiyun to accompany him, receive gifts and congratulations from Nangong Qinyi, and have Hua Xiangrong come uninvited was enough for them to worship him. Not to mention, after seeing the wonderful content of the "Great Song Dynasty Weekly," Gao Yanei's father and Qian Shicai's father were so excited they almost cried. Their good-for-nothing son could actually produce such a meaningful publication. The two proud fathers, who were originally disappointed in their son, praised him endlessly on the spot. Overwhelmed with gratitude, they immediately granted their son's long-cherished wish (uh, for example, Gao Yanei could kill Wu Sanlang, the pancake seller in the north of the city, and marry his beautiful wife Pan Yinlian as a concubine. This was mentioned earlier, and it caused trouble later). How could Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai not be grateful to their fourth brother! In short, after this banquet, the fourth brother truly became the de facto leader holding the power of the Crown Prince Party—uh, the fourth brother himself has become a spiritual leader.
"Fourth...Fourth brother, we've eaten and drunk our fill...How about we go to a brothel and find a couple of girls...to keep us company for the night...No problem, no, no...You don't have to pay, I'm in a good mood today, it's my treat!" Qian Shicai, drunk, put his arm around Pang Yu's shoulder, burping and slurring his words.
"If...if there are...if...if there are girls with a price, tell me, which one do you want to sleep with? I'll pay, all night, let you have your fill, hahahahaha----even if there's no price, if it's not the most beautiful courtesan...you still have your eye on her...tell me! Tell Third Brother to send someone to kidnap her!"
Sigh! Fourth Brother couldn't help but sigh, these two underlings are really low-class, how come they're thinking of dragging him down with them after eating and drinking their fill, they can't be allowed to do that!
Fourth Brother, being a righteous man, decisively refused such a lewd invitation. He ordered Gao Dawei and Qian Dajin to quickly escort their master back to the manor, then kicked Chuixue, who was trying to get close and also want to get a taste of the good life, sending her sprawling face-first into the mud. He then went out alone and got into the carriage driven by Long Wu.

Chapter 198 Yang Paifeng's Tears

"Young Master, shall we go back to the manor?"
"Go back to what manor? The night is long, we have to find somewhere to spend it."
"But you didn't want the former Fourth Master to take your place..."
"Nonsense! Spending money and forcing yourself on girls, what kind of skill is that! A real man would have to be the most popular courtesan, practically begging you to sleep with him! Hahahaha—" Fourth Brother laughed as he opened the pink slip of paper Hua Xiangrong had given him. On it was a line of text: "
Tonight, I'll be waiting for you. "
Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers.
This was the scene Yang Paifeng witnessed when he arrived with the man in white.
In a secluded alley in the south of the city, a man in plainclothes sneaked in... A small squad of Yang family soldiers, secretly searching the city, were all killed in action. Six battle-hardened veterans lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless.
Dead, all dead, not a breath left.
And their deaths were gruesome! Some had their shoulders sliced off, some had their intestines ripped out, and one appeared to have been cleaved in two by a heavy weapon, like a nine-ringed golden-backed broadsword, slashing down his neck and down to his abdomen, splitting him in two like a pig being slaughtered.
"How could this be... how could this be... how is this possible..." Even Yang Paifeng, a veteran of many battles, could hardly believe the scene before her. The Yang family army soldiers who had infiltrated the city to conduct a secret investigation were all elite soldiers she had carefully selected, especially these six, all from the most elite Beiwei Battalion of the Yang family army.
The Beiwei Battalion and Tianjiao Battalion were elite forces formed by the combined strength of the entire Yang family army. They were carefully selected, one in a hundred, and then trained with several times the intensity of ordinary soldiers. They were also forged in hundreds of battles in the war against Liaodong. Among them, the Tianjiao Battalion was skilled in archery and crossbow shooting. Their power had already been witnessed in the Flower Queen Contest. Apart from the Fairy Sister, it was probably impossible for anyone in the world to escape from the encirclement of the eighteen sharp wings of the Tianjiao Battalion. As for the Beiwei Battalion, it was the best in field battles. According to historical records: "The Yang family army was the best in the world in terms of soldiers. They often competed in battle within the army." The brave and strong [first release]. A separate personal guard was established. It was called Beiwei. Once they entered Beiwei, all the army commanders and below treated them with great respect and rewarded them exceptionally. They were incomparably brave and strong. Whenever there was a strong enemy, the Beiwei Army was dispatched, and they were invincible [first release]. "Among the famous generals of the Northern Song Dynasty, apart from the young Di Qing, the Yang Family Army was the most powerful. And this "Beiwei Camp" was the elite of the elite. It is no exaggeration to say that this force of only 5,000 men represented the essence of the "Yang Family Army". Their tactics were varied. They were often divided into multiple independent combat groups, closely cooperating to fight the enemy. Often, when they were more than 100 paces away from the enemy, seven or eight men would shoot arrows. (*Seven or eight men would use short crossbows to shoot the horses, and then they would slash with long swords, quickly charge, regroup, and charge again, thus killing and wounding the enemy soldiers. There is a poem that says: The Beiwei Army's cavalry was unparalleled in battle, suppressing several marquises of that time. The stories of our ancestors are mostly lost. Who among the younger generation knows them? [First published in obscurity!
] This clearly shows that the soldiers of the Beiwei Camp, whether fighting individually, in small teams, or in large-scale battles, were among the best in the entire Song Dynasty—no, in the entire world! [First published in the world!] These six soldiers, carefully selected by Yang Paifeng, could easily take on fifty Liao soldiers on the battlefield against the Liao! Yet, these six men, in an instant, before they could even draw their weapons, were all dead. Completely wiped out.
If it weren't for the white-clad female assassin being struck by the Marshal's powerful arrow, making it impossible for her to fight again in such a short time, Yang Paifeng would truly suspect that she was the murderer.
Otherwise, who else could have such skill, killing six elite soldiers of the Beiwei Camp in an instant?
Yang Paifeng wanted to cry but had no tears. For the Song Dynasty, their Yang family, since the old general... Three generations of war raged. The Battle of Jinshatan. The old general died crashing into the Li Ling Stele. Seven sons perished, one returned. Countless soldiers died on the battlefield, all for the peace of the Song Dynasty! But in his generation, the marshal received the imperial order to secretly send the Yang family army to the capital to defend the emperor. Without hesitation, he mustered the Beiwei and Tianjiao camps and marched towards the capital! Who would have thought that these two iron armies, so invincible on the border, so fearsome to the Liao army, couldn't even subdue a group of rebellious rebels?
Eighty arrows, each with its sharp edge, struck without fail, yet not a single one touched the white-clad female assassin. Six brothers from the Beiwei camp died inexplicably! The army returning to the capital to suppress the bandits was specifically designated by the marshal to be led and commanded by her. Now, in this situation… she is undeniably responsible!
"Second General, I'll go get some men... to take the brothers... back..."
"No!" Yang Paifeng waved his hand to stop him, saying in a deep voice, "Hand over the bodies to Kaifeng Prefecture. This is the first case to happen in the capital; we can't interfere, or we'll be breaking the rules."
"But..."
"But what? Our mortal enemy is just looking for an opportunity to impeach us!"
*Thump!* The man in white punched the wall heavily, venting his anger.
"I hope Lord Bao can find the murderer and restore justice to Tianbo Mansion and the Yang Family Army..."
Yang Paifeng closed his eyes, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Second General!" Suddenly, someone ran from afar. "East
of the city... brothers were also killed in the east of the city..."
"What did you say!" Yang Paifeng rushed over and grabbed the man's shoulder.
"East of the city? Brothers also died in the east of the city!?"
“Yes, yes, three died, and two are missing, also… also brothers from the Beiwei Camp!”
Yang Paifeng’s mind went blank, and he almost fell over. He barely managed to stand by the wall, but then he heard the man say, “However… however, one of our brothers was seriously injured… but he didn’t die at the time. He gritted his teeth and followed the rebels. [The first to discover… [The first to discover that they had finished killing people… and then… together with assassins returning from elsewhere…”
“Together with what?”
“Together they escaped… escaped into… into… into…”
“Into where? Tell me quickly!!!”
“Into… into… north, north…”
"The Prince of Beihai's Mansion..."
In the boudoir of Yaotai Xiaozhu, Hua
Xiangrong was being shoved onto the bed by Pang Yu.
Although he had fondled those melon-like breasts countless times, he still couldn't grasp them with just one hand. Pang Yu couldn't just grab one; that would make him seem useless. But as the saying goes, you have to use both hands to make them hard. Even if Pang Yu grabbed them with both hands, he couldn't make them both hard. Otherwise, he would lose to the flower demon in bed.
Fourth Brother, unwilling to admit defeat, swept his lustful gaze over Zou Xiyun's bare upper body. Suddenly, he smiled, pinching the purplish-red nipples at the top of her snow-white breasts with his fingertips and gently rubbing them a few times. He was satisfied to hear Hua Xiangrong's suppressed moan: "Ah, no... you bad boy..."
"Bad boy? I'm just being affectionate."
Pang Yu smiled maliciously, pulling down her skirt with one hand.
"No...uh...no..." Amidst Hua Xiangrong's dazed moans, Pang Yu had already reached under her skirt, and with a "rip!" he tore open her silken skirt... touching her wet lower body, her soft, seductive cries were intoxicating.
"You, you have to promise me something...only then will I let you...let you..."
Damn it, it's not the first time, why the nonsense.
Pang Yu was burning with desire, and his lower body was even more so, wishing he could immediately squeeze into her narrow thighs and truly cum, but Hua Xiangrong desperately resisted, refusing to let go no matter what.
"You...you promised me...I gave you...you...Miao territory...Xiangxi..." Hua Xiangrong bit her red, glistening lips, her hazy almond eyes brimming with tears. "Xiangxi is suffering from a severe drought, you have to promise me...to help the Miao people there...with the disaster relief funds allocated by the imperial court..."
"Jinghu South Road, is it? It's under the jurisdiction of the Jingnan Transport Commissioner, a fifth-rank low-ranking official. Does he dare disobey me?"
Pang Yu [first became fierce, grabbing Hua Xiangrong's small hand that was pushing her away, and thrusting his waist in...the sensation was indescribable.
Fourth Brother, of course, would not be satisfied with just lingering outside, arching his waist and thrusting hard.
"Ah, no...gently...slowly...ah ah ah!" Hua Xiangrong cried out in pain...this feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life----Hua Xiangrong cried out, one hand pressing against the bed, the other hurriedly covering her mouth, barely managing to suppress a breathtaking moan that would shake the entire building.
Pang Yu deliberately teased her, not in a hurry to go deeper... Hua Xiangrong's starry eyes were half-closed, her gaze hazy like the sea. Suddenly, she let out a soft "ooh," her back arched, and her full, round buttocks trembled violently. She ejaculated in a cool, tingling sensation, her wrists aching, and she almost collapsed from exhaustion.
"So...so comfortable..."
Hua Xiangrong's round breasts heaved violently, her cheeks flushed like rouge, her small, red mouth open, panting softly, her voice unexpectedly sweet and delicate.
Pang Yu seized the opportunity, grabbed her slender waist, lifted her up, and thrust hard between her legs!
Hua Xiangrong's vision went black, feeling as if her lower body was being torn apart. She almost fainted from the pain, but her sweet voice was like a sob, not pitiful at all, but rather arousing [the first man's conquest desire].
(This…is this what it feels like to lose one’s virginity?)
Hua Xiangrong’s body suddenly stiffened, a trickle of shimmering crimson blood gushing from between her legs, and she softly collapsed into Pang Yu’s arms, her dazed eyes misty with tears.
Tight, so tight…
In an instant, Pang Yu had only this one reaction. Confused, he had clearly deflowered her on the day of the courtesan competition, why was she still…as innocent as a virgin, unable to even fully insert a finger…
He didn’t even have time to think before a sudden numbness shot through his waist, a surge of urge to release welled up, and his essence gushed out without warning.
He completely lost control, ejaculating several times in one breath before feeling the gushing pleasure surge from his groin to the top of his head, like a volcanic eruption. In an instant, he felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He collapsed onto the bed with Hua Xiangrong in his arms, panting heavily as he lay on her rapidly heaving chest. After a while, he regained his senses, propped himself up, sat up, grabbed Hua Xiangrong's sweaty buttocks, and placed her beneath him. He spread her thighs with his knees, preparing to...

Chapter 199: Catch the thief red-handed, catch the thief with both hands

. "Bang!"
It seemed as if fate was deliberately working against Fourth Brother. Before he could even muster his strength, a sudden loud bang shattered the door he had locked from the inside, which had been carefully placed there to prevent anyone from sneaking in. The pieces scattered all over the floor. /* Holy
crap, no way, Pang Yu is about to explode with rage!!!
Which damn bastard dares to mess with my good time!
Pang Yu has never been this angry before. The anger from the previous times when he and Hua Xiangrong almost got together but were tricked all came out at once. His eyes were so red he wanted to kill someone!
Disturbing someone's sleep is unforgivable, interfering with someone's intimate moments is a crime deserving of death!
Fourth Brother roared, leaped up, grabbed his clothes without saying a word, picked up his Fish Intestine Sword and rushed to the door. Who the hell is it? If they're a jerk who ruined my fun, I'll stab them to death first! */
He had only taken three steps when the night wind blew in, and the flickering candlelight went out with a "poof," plunging Hua Xiangrong's boudoir into darkness in an instant!
No, it wasn't the wind!
Fourth Brother, with his sharp eyes, saw a silver light fly in and strike the candle just before it went out, miraculously slicing the burning wick in two, and that's how the candle went out!
The originally sensual and enchanting scene suddenly became incredibly sinister. Even Hua Xiangrong was startled and sat up, looking suspiciously towards the front door. Her delicate hand reached under her pillow, and suddenly a silver needle appeared between her index and middle fingers.
"Who?" Pang Yu rushed forward with incredible speed. He didn't just jump out the window or try to hide inside; he charged straight to the outer room. With a flick of his sleeve, he stood still, gripping his Fish Gut Sword, pointing it directly at the door. "Wine emboldens the coward, lust fuels the hero's spirit." That saying is damn true!
Suddenly, a candle flickered to life. Right at the doorway, the person who had burst in held up
a candlestick. Pang Yu took another step forward, coldly scrutinizing the person. His tiger-like eyes pierced the lamplight, accurately locking onto their face.
The candlestick slowly rose, illuminating their face... face. Pang Yu glanced at it. Almost suffocated with shock.
How is that possible! How is that possible! ! ! How could something like this [happen to him first!
It turned out that he was 100% determined to kill. But when I saw this face. He just knew it. What determination, what anger. What prevents people from having sex? The sin deserves death. Virtual land. All. Just talking. Impossible becomes reality!
Pang Yu now. I would rather be interrupted 10,000 times and have sex with the already acquired flower Xiangrong than have 10,000 beauties like this appear in front of me!
----How can the fourth brother never touch women, especially beauties?
Under the candlelight, there is a face as white as snow, with eyebrows like distant mountains. The eyes are like autumn water, and the eyes are like paint. (/*The lips are like pearls, and a pair of thin tearful eyes are very graceful. Under the light candlelight, they seem to be transparent. The whole person is carved from snow, pure and delicate, as pure and beautiful as a white lotus in bud.
The fourth brother is by no means the kind of useless man who is stunned when he sees a beautiful woman. But He was still stunned.
It wasn't because the woman was too beautiful, so beautiful that it made Fourth Brother's breath catch in his throat, but because her phoenix eyes and sharp chin made her inherently pitiful, especially under the dim candlelight, she should have been even more delicate and graceful, worthy of pity. Yet, in Pang Yu's eyes, her face was as cold as ice, contrasted with a kind of piercing sharpness hidden in her eyes. The boudoir of Hua Xiangrong was filled with the tender and romantic atmosphere of the two of them entwined, but it couldn't suppress her icy coldness!
A coldness as sharp as an ice blade that could rival that of a fairy sister.
"Get dressed and come with me," she said coldly. Though cold, her voice was pleasant and clear, full of musical beauty, almost tangible and crystal clear.
"Huh!?" Pang Yu was stunned, not reacting.
"Come with me," she repeated.
"Come, come, come? Where to!?" Pang Yu asked subconsciously.
"Come home with me."
"Back where?" "
The Grand Tutor's Mansion."
Pang Yu's head exploded.
Home? The Grand Tutor's Mansion? Sister, that's not how you say it. You should say "Back to your home, the Grand Tutor's Mansion," and "Come home with me"... this... it sounds like a husband being caught cheating by his wife, and then she orders him to get dressed...
Fourth Brother wasn't one to let his imagination run wild, but the way the beautiful woman was staring at him... it didn't seem like an enemy, nor did it seem like a nemesis. He didn't remember ever flirting with this complete stranger—if he had, he definitely would have. Since he hadn't met her before, and she wasn't an enemy, why was her tone so strange? Strange enough to spark all sorts of speculation, strange... it was simply too abnormal!
"Get dressed, immediately, and come home with me." She urged again, still in that cold, angry tone, casually glancing at Hua Xiangrong, who was sitting naked under the bed, a look of indescribable disgust flashing in her phoenix eyes.
Pang Yu was even more confused.
"Hey, who are you? We..."
"I'll only say it one last time, come with me, let's go home."
Meeting her cold yet slightly annoyed gaze, Pang Yu suddenly jumped in surprise. He remembered that a few days ago when he was talking to Third Sister about Xiu Xiang, he vaguely remembered Third Sister mentioning that his heartless father had arranged a marriage for him as a child. She hadn't mentioned what kind of family the other party was from. Looking at the beauty's appearance and charm, she was more than a match for the former pig-headed Marquis Anle—no, a complete waste!
Besides, she had already said "go home" twice, and she had made it very clear that this home was the Grand Tutor's Mansion! In the whole world, who would dare to make such a claim!
Pang Yu shuddered all over, his blood practically boiling over.
This...this...couldn't...couldn't really...be my...
arranged...wife!?
Wife, wife, wife, wife, wife! That's just having the right to do whatever you want, to do whatever you want, a private bedroom for your exclusive enjoyment!
Fourth Brother was excited. "No... no need to go back, let's do it here, it's the same."
"No."
Ha, you have to go back to do it? Beauty... no, Madam, you don't have to be so traditional, do you have to be at home in your husband's bed to "do it"?
But I still prefer sleeping on other girls' fragrant quilts and soft couches.
Fourth Brother was happily fantasizing, but then he noticed the beauty staring at him with her curved phoenix eyes. Cold .
So cold, not just his head, but his whole body.
He quickly went back to the bedside and grabbed his clothes to put them on. Hua Xiangrong was very surprised. No one knew better than her how audacious Pang Yu was when his lust was aroused. He would never let a beauty go in front of him, that was his style. Even without these conversations that she found so ambiguous, he would definitely bring the beauty in with him, and then consider whether or not to wear clothes. Why is he all alone now… Ah! Hua Xiangrong almost gasped in shock, for a thin silver needle was inserted into Pang Yu's neck, its tip still trembling, indicating it had just been inserted. And Pang Yu hadn't even noticed!
Pang Yu, dressed, was still cold all over, his head spinning. He walked towards the door in a daze, no longer making any flirtatious remarks or touching her. He followed the beautiful woman like a lost soul.
“Hey, what are you doing? Don't try to trick me…” Hua Xiangrong got up to stop him, but suddenly a tearing pain shot through her lower body. She cried out softly, her legs buckling. She slumped back onto the bed.
“Damn it, of all days!” She reached down to her lower abdomen and hooked something out from under the thin blanket that partially covered her tender legs, throwing it violently to the ground.
“Fluttering—” It startled the black pigeons outside the window.
Then, she suddenly remembered who the woman with the needle was.
----Unbelievable, to see her in a place like this.
Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I won't fight you today, we'll settle this next time.
Dazed, Pang Yu followed the cold beauty out of Yaotai Xiaozhu. His mind was still blank, his thoughts almost frozen, as if under anesthesia, yet his steps moved without hesitation.
(Damn, this technology doesn't even exist in modern times!)
Stepping onto the wooden bridge connecting to Yaotai Xiaozhu, the cold beauty made a gesture from afar, and the silver needle on Pang Yu's neck vanished instantly. He shuddered and quickly came to his senses.
"Hey, why did you..." Pang Yu had no recollection of what had happened. He only felt that a moment ago he was by Hua Xiangrong's bedside, and then in the blink of an eye, he was outside with the cold beauty.
The cold beauty didn't answer, continuing to walk ahead. The wind
blew away Pang Yu's desire, and now he wanted to ask her something. He chased after her to ask.
"Hey, who are you? How did you bring me out?"
"Tell me, what kind of magic did you use?"
"You ruined my fun, you can't just shirk responsibility!"
After shouting for a while, the beautiful woman didn't answer and continued walking ahead, keeping a distance from him.
From Pang Yu's current angle, her waist was as slender as a willow, her figure extremely graceful and delicate. She wore a pale yellow blouse with a willow-green thin skirt, completely covered up, like a lady from a noble family. A chiffon scarf was wrapped around her neck, not even revealing a small patch of skin at the collarbone, but the scarf supported her slender, straight, and graceful neck, with well-proportioned bones and flesh. As she walked, the long sash binding her skirt waist trailed on the ground, truly making her look like a weaver sitting on grass or a fallen flower, indescribably elegant and beautiful.
"Hey, say something! Answer me!"
"Don't play dumb! What's the point? You've already seduced me, what's there to hide?"
"Don't pretend to be aloof, okay? I'm not buying it. The more you pretend, the more I'll torment you once we're in bed..."
The woman in yellow suddenly stopped, staring coldly at him: "You don't need to ask anything. You'll know when we get home." She turned and walked away, her lotus feet lightly stepping on the bridge plank. Her small feet, wrapped in snow-white silk stockings, were almost too small to be grasped in one hand. At that time, foot binding was only fashionable in the south; there was no such custom in the north, and women mostly had unbound feet. The beautiful woman's feet were long and beautiful, arousing longing in people's minds, yet so small that one wanted to hold them in one's hands and play with them carefully.
Oh, this girl is something else, knowing how to play aloof and mysterious, whetting a man's appetite.
Alright then, Fourth Brother will play along!
Surprisingly, Pang Yu didn't turn back to find Hua Xiangrong to continue their affair. He "obediently" followed the woman in yellow. However, once he entered the Grand Tutor's mansion and the Spring Garden, he could instantly turn into a beast.

Chapter 200: The Marquis's Future Wife.

The journey was silent. Fourth Brother was only interested in looking. He had been looking ever since they left the small bridge. He looked at the woman in yellow's face, her body, her small feet, her... he looked at everything, as if he were admiring a finely crafted work of art, only short of touching it. (*
Fourth Brother isn't the kind of lecherous man to casually lay hands on girls. Even if the woman in yellow is likely his childhood sweetheart, he'd still have to go home and ask before making a move.
---- Uh, if he asks,
he'll make a move immediately, no time to lose. The woman in yellow wasn't embarrassed or tried to avoid Fourth Brother's gaze the whole way, nor did she scold him like Yang Yan and the little princess did, or [firstly] simply follow the fairy sister's example and unleash her freezing gaze. She simply ignored Fourth Brother's sharp, almost all-seeing gaze—a gaze that could penetrate every part of a woman's body through her clothes, a gaze no woman could resist—treating him as if he were air, as if he didn't exist, as if a wooden figure sat before her.
Fourth Brother was even more puzzled. "Damn it, am I possessed today? How did I run into such a cold-hearted woman? Beauty, I'm looking at you! Can't you give me some reaction? Are you just going to let me grope you like this, without any regard for your own body... Ah!" Fourth Brother suddenly realized a very serious problem.)
A beautiful woman, allowing a man to gaze upon her for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, without the slightest resistance or displeasure… Excluding the possibility that she was a courtesan selling her smiles in a brothel, there's only one possibility—the man looking at her is her man. Her indifference, tinged with a hint of anger, is the typical reaction of a wife who has caught her husband cheating in a brothel, filled with rage and resentment.
Or perhaps she's specifically come to "inspect" her betrothed husband, only to discover he's naturally lecherous, frequenting brothels—no, he's dashing and debonair. Extremely inquisitive, he's even staying up late, defying his drowsiness, discussing life with the newest courtesan.
And so, she's been misunderstood, angering the woman who came to find her husband.
Having figured this out, Pang Yuyi is convinced that the beautiful woman in yellow is his betrothed wife!
Finally, they arrive at the Grand Tutor's mansion.
"Madam, we're home. Let's get intimate." The fourth brother, grinning slyly, stepped over the threshold, his other hand still outside, and reached for the yellow-clad beauty's hand. Surprisingly, the
beauty didn't flinch, letting him hold her delicate hand.
"Aaaaaaaahh ... **Startled, the guards rushed out like a swarm of bees. At least dozens of eyes were immediately fixed on the scene.
It was an extremely awkward situation. A stunningly beautiful woman, comparable to the young lady (Consort Pang) in her prime, stood quietly under the moon. And their fourth brother, whom they always respected, admired, and perfectly inherited the young master's dashing and romantic nature (with countless scandals, including his ambiguous relationship with the three top courtesans at the courtesan competition, which had already spread throughout the capital), didn't even approach to flirt or tease her. Instead, he covered his hands and howled like a ghost.
How could he not howl? The fourth brother went to touch the yellow-clad beauty—no, he went to touch the lady's small hand, wanting to show her some concern. He did touch her, but she had a silver needle hidden in her hand! It pierced the fourth brother's hand!
Actually, it didn't hurt much because the fourth brother had thick skin, not only on his face but also on his hands. He also reacted quickly. Before the needle even penetrated, he pulled his hand back. And the needle that pierced him wasn't... The needles used were like sewing needles, the kind that could kill someone. They resembled the long, thin silver needles used in acupuncture.
Anyway, Fourth Brother didn't feel any pain. But he was very surprised. In this day and age, a woman actually dared to prick her husband with a needle!
Wasn't this outrageous? Where were the Three Obediences and Four Virtues? Before marriage, obey your father; after marriage, obey your husband; after your husband's death, obey your son. Now, you have to obey your father! Feminine virtues, speech, appearance, and work—even village girls know these! For a heartless father to value this family and sacrifice his precious son's marriage to arrange a betrothal, the man must at least be a member of the imperial family or a high-ranking official. We don't even look down on the extremely wealthy! Would the daughter of such a family not know the Three Obediences and Four Virtues? Knowing them, she still dared to prick her husband! Wasn't this outrageous?!
He deliberately shouted, yelling, summoning all the guards and servants, wanting to show off his manly prowess in front of everyone and teach this woman who dared to prick Fourth Brother a lesson!
"You've gone too far! How dare you stab me?" Fourth Brother roared, his voice booming. He swung a powerful slap at the face of the woman in yellow, but not a fast one, intentionally trying to make her dodge.
He just wanted to scare her; how could a real man like Fourth Brother hit a woman?
He gave her a chance, but the woman in yellow didn't dodge. Instead, she flipped her wrist, shielding herself.
Good heavens, didn't she know that with her slender frame, a slap from Fourth Brother would send her flying?
At that moment, Fourth Brother desperately wanted to stop, but with so many people watching, stopping would prove he couldn't even hit his own wife, earning him the reputation of a coward, a useless piece of trash, and a scumbag!
Fourth Brother hesitated, then suddenly and quickly withdrew.
Hmm, could it be that Fourth Brother has suddenly become afraid of women? Even his future wife, with whom he was betrothed since childhood... "Not going to touch her?!"
No, Fourth Brother, with his sharp eyes, saw the yellow-clad beauty's hand flash again as she blocked his attack. He'd been touched when she grabbed her left hand, and now it was her right—and there was a needle inside!
Fourth Brother wasn't that stupid; he wasn't about to offer himself up for the needle. He decisively stopped.
The problem was, the others didn't have his keen eyesight. They couldn't see the mystery in the yellow-clad beauty's hand. They only saw Fourth Brother, halfway through his attack, suddenly freeze as if under a spell. They were all astonished, their eyes wide, trying to understand what kind of woman could make even the wise and powerful Fourth Brother afraid to touch her!
Fourth Brother reached for his knife, thinking, "Trying to stab me, huh? Fine, let's see who's tougher!"
"What are you looking at? Get lost!" he roared, startling the onlookers into shrinking back. Then, with a "whoosh," he drew his Fish Intestine Sword, glaring fiercely at the woman in yellow.
The woman in yellow was also staring back at him.
"You... what did you just call me?" she asked slowly, her voice cold and harsh, the anger that had been hidden deep within her eyes now barely visible.
"Madam, weren't you the one my father and I were betrothed as children..."
Before Pang Yu could finish, the woman in yellow's phoenix eyes were already filled with frost. Her slender hand rose without warning, then fell back down, three bright lights flashing between her fingers—a sight clearly seen by Fourth Brother's cunning eyes.
Damn it, what is she doing? Murdering her husband?!
Fourth Brother was even angrier, but it seemed the woman in yellow was even angrier than him. She clenched her teeth, raising her hand again, the silver needles now five!
Could Fourth Brother be afraid? Would Fourth Brother be afraid?! [First release, chest puffed out,] He lunged forward without hesitation, ready to disarm her, but the woman in yellow suddenly turned and ran back into the mansion.
"Hey, she's a woman after all," he thought, blushing and embarrassed, intimidated by Fourth Brother's heroic spirit. "Fine," he thought, "I'll show you the mighty power of your betrothed, your future husband, in the Spring Garden, on that huge bed big enough for me and six girls to make love all at once!"
Fourth Brother laughed, a lewd laugh. He didn't chase after her, but snapped his fingers with a very stylish flourish.
A gust of wind blew past, and Long Wu appeared behind him.
"Just now at the Pianxian Pavilion, didn't I tell you to keep an eye on things and not let anyone disturb me?"
"Yes, Young Master, but you said no men or women who aren't pretty enough are allowed to come in and disturb me."
"I was keeping an eye on that sow, Mama Yaksha..." Pang Yu almost cursed. Yes, that's what he said. Mainly, he was afraid Mama Yaksha would come and try to sell herself, interrupting him like last time. Also, what if Xiao Yunyun suddenly missed him terribly and wanted to do it, and came here? Of course, he'd let her in, so the two top courtesans could accompany Fourth Brother on a double ride!
Seriously, Long Wu is so stupid! Did I have to explain it so clearly before he understood?!
Blockhead!!! Fourth Brother was furious, clenching his fist and shouting angrily, "This time, keep a close eye on things! Listen carefully, any man, no matter who, if they dare to enter Chunmanyuan later, they'll all be killed...!" He gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and slashed down hard, the meaning clear—anyone who dares to disturb Fourth Brother's pleasure again, kill them!
"Yes, sir."
Pang Yu then strode off, chasing after the yellow-clad beauty in the direction she had run. The guards had just dispersed; he could easily find out where she'd gone by asking a couple.
Hey, she went to Chunman Garden!
Damn it, even now, wasn't she the wife Fourth Brother had arranged for him as a child? But it's a pity, even if the arrangement was early, she'd only be a concubine after marriage. What else could she possibly do? Was she supposed to compete with the two princesses for the throne?
Fourth Brother, full of pride and high spirits, stormed into Chunman Garden, summoned Chuixue, and asked her. Holy crap, the yellow-clad beauty hadn't gone anywhere; she'd gone straight to his room.
Holy crap, what else could be said? Besides the Marquis's future wife, who else would have such audacity!
"Is Xiuxiang asleep?" Fourth Brother asked him.
"Asleep."
"Where's Qing'er?"
"Asleep too."
"Good, listen, get out of here, right now, immediately, find somewhere to sleep. If you step into this room before tomorrow morning, I'll break your legs!" Brother shouted and rushed into his room.
Then, before he could even see if the woman in yellow was naked and waiting for him, his foot suddenly slipped. Luckily, there was a chair in front of him, and Fourth Brother caught himself just in time.
Then, before he could even stand up, two silver needles appeared in the joints of his arms. His arms went limp and he collapsed onto the chair. He barely managed to turn around and finally saw the woman in yellow. She held a brocade ribbon in her hand, and quickly tied Fourth Brother to the chair.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!" Pang Yu was greatly surprised.
"Queen? **? I'm a lolicon, I don't have that fetish! Who told you to serve your husband like that?!

" Chapter 201 The True Identity of the Yellow-Clad Beauty

"Slap—" A slap landed heavily on Pang Yu's face. The
one who hit him was, of course, the yellow-clad beauty. Her slender, long fingers felt smooth to the touch, but the slap really hurt.
"Hey, why did you hit me?" Pang Yu glared at her, his anger flaring up. He really wanted to pounce on her and ravage her, but the straps bound him tightly, and his arms were weak and powerless. He couldn't even struggle; he truly had no strength to resist.
"You humiliated me, you deserve to be hit!" The yellow-clad beauty stared coldly at him, her icy eyes still full of anger.
"What did I humiliate you about?"
"You said I'm your..." The yellow-clad beauty couldn't finish her sentence, two blushes rising on her pink cheeks.
"You're my wife, we've been betrothed since childhood, is that wrong!" "Fourth Brother answered for him, "Otherwise, why did you come to Qixiu Manor to arrest me? And you kept saying you'd go home, right? You came home and then came to my room to wait for me… You say this isn't an affair—no, isn't this an engagement? What is it then!"
Pang Yu argued loudly, but it was no use. The woman in yellow was no longer listening to him. She turned and walked to the side, picking up a cloth bag from the table.
"Hey, talk to me! Why did you tie me up?!"
"You…you dare hit your husband? You've gone too far! Do you know what kind of crime this is?"
"If you have the guts, don't let me go! Keep me tied up! When I let go, hmph, when you're married into the family, see how I'll punish you in bed!" No matter how much Pang
Yu threatened and cursed, the woman in yellow wouldn't listen. She opened the cloth bag herself.
Ah! Upon seeing what was inside, Pang Yu gasped—the lining of the bag was lined with a whole row, no, three whole rows. Three whole rows of silver needles, densely packed and countless.
"Hey, what is this? What are you going to do to me?"
"Hey!" "Hey hey!!" "Hey hey hey!!" Pang Yu shouted repeatedly. But it was no use. The woman in yellow flicked her wrist, picked up a three-inch-long, sharp silver needle, and stabbed it towards his face.
"No! I make a living with my face! Don't do this!" "Help!" Fourth Brother shouted desperately. But he forgot that he had just ordered Long Wu not to let anyone in, not even Chuixue... uh, because he was afraid that this shameless servant would peep or eavesdrop, he had also kicked him out, so now even if he shouted until his throat was hoarse, no one would come to help.
Pang Yu couldn't move, so he could only watch, watch the beautiful woman. He stared intently at the woman in yellow, trying to break down her vicious heart with his eyes, but the moment the woman in yellow picked up a needle, it was as if the great scholar Liu picked up a pen, or Nangong Qinyi picked up her zither, they were completely focused, meticulous, and not distracted at all. Not to mention Pang Yu's eyes, even if the house suddenly collapsed, it probably wouldn't interrupt her smooth and flowing acupuncture movements.
Sometimes, watching a beautiful woman do something seriously is actually a kind of enjoyment, really, like now, Fourth Brother sitting, the beautiful woman standing, inserting acupuncture needles, how close they are, the fragrance wafting, the orchid warm, entering... The air was filled with the delicate, subtle fragrance of the beautiful woman in the yellow dress. Raising her head slightly, she revealed cheeks like fresh lychees, a nose like smooth goose fat, eyes sparkling, skin as white as ice and snow, eyebrows naturally dark green, lips naturally red, slender fingers, hair pulled back, a face as white as snow, bright eyes and white teeth, a full figure, and a graceful posture… In short, she was simply beautiful!
Although her acupuncture movements were gentle, she remained standing. As she removed and inserted the needles, her proud, full breasts swayed gently, their waves rippling. Ying, her delicate silk robe swaying high in the waves, even her round, smooth, and elastic buttocks seemed to bulge as if they would burst through the thin skirt with her movements.
Then, before Fourth Brother could even close his eyes to savor the exhilarating relief after the pain, he suddenly heard the beautiful woman in yellow coldly say, "Alright, today's treatment ends here. There are still seventeen more courses of treatment to go. Since Grand Tutor Pang entrusted this imperial physician with your case, this imperial physician will definitely cure your amnesia."
Madam, madam, madam, imperial physician!?
Such a young and beautiful girl is an imperial physician!?
Nonsense, imperial physicians are all old men in their seventies or eighties, about to kick the bucket.
"Madam, is your name Taiyi? That's a really nice name. Oh, for convenience, I'll call you Yiyi from now on, hahahaha... ha!?" "
Fourth Brother's lecherous ways haven't changed. Now that he's in a good mood, he seizes every opportunity to harass young ladies again. Halfway through, he suddenly yelled. It turned out the beautiful woman in yellow had somehow produced a three-inch-long silver needle and was gesturing towards Fourth Brother's eyes (note, his eyes!).
'Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? The eyes are the windows to the soul! You can't stab them!'
'The eyes are the windows to the soul? That's a novel idea.' The beautiful woman in yellow rarely showed a smile, then quickly composed herself. 'You speak like this to your savior. It seems even a serious illness causing amnesia hasn't changed your lecherous, lustful, and harassing nature.' '
That's called "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. "'" "Fourth Brother interrupted her again, showing off his ability to 'create' new words. Sure enough, the beauty in yellow was stunned again, muttering 'It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature,' realizing that this dissolute Marquis Anle's lecherous nature remained unchanged, but it seemed that his illness had made him smarter, or perhaps his medical skills had improved, turning a good-for-nothing, fat, and dissolute young master into a clever man who could speak fluently.
'Don't be surprised, go ask around and you'll know. This Marquis disguised himself as a servant, selecting all the talented men in the capital at the Green Jade Pavilion. Ouyang Xiu was sincerely impressed, the Cheng brothers vomited blood on the spot, Zhao Zonghui knelt down and begged for mercy, even that damned Liu Yong was driven crazy by me, all thanks to my little Qin Yi...' Although Fourth Brother couldn't move, that didn't stop him from boasting—no, telling the truth to prove that he was indeed a man of great literary talent.
'Wait a minute!'" He had only spoken halfway through his story when he suddenly stopped, staring at the cold yet elegant face of the woman in yellow. "What did you just say? What savior?"
The woman in yellow ignored him, continuing to pluck the silver needles from his head one by one, putting them into her pouch. Once she was almost finished, she narrowed her eyes and coldly tossed him a sentence: "Without me resolving the karmic entanglement and saving Ren Youxian's life, you'd be a dead man now."
What the hell?! The "miracle doctor" who cured him is this beautiful, cold-faced woman?!
Fourth Brother was startled, but still shouted, "That's not right! Father sent you here, so you know who I really am! With Marquis Anle's help, let alone Zhao Shiqing, even if he castrated Zhao Yunbi and stabbed ten Ren Youxian to death in the street, he'd at most be exiled to the frontier to eat, drink, and play for a few years, sleep with foreign girls, and if there's a general amnesty, he'd come back as a hero again!" Despite his impassioned shouting, Fourth Brother was actually crying inside. It was all over; his wife was gone. What a loss! He should have stayed with Rongrong. Tragic! The woman in yellow didn't care about his lewd gaze. It wasn't because she was going to marry him and it didn't matter whether she was looked at sooner or later, but because from a doctor's perspective, she completely saw him as a patient—a patient, a patient, a patient!

Chapter 202 Dry Wood and Raging Fire

The woman in yellow carefully put away all the silver needles, giving Pang Yu a look that seemed to disdain his philandering ways, his boastful words, and his shamelessness beyond redemption. Then she put the needle pouch into her small medicine box, which perfectly matched her slender figure, and turned to leave.
"Damn it, you're just leaving like that? At least let me go! Come back, come back!" Fourth Brother shouted, suddenly feeling a dryness in his throat, and the heat that had just dissipated suddenly surged up from nowhere, making his chest and abdomen burn.
This sudden change spread so quickly that even the usually stoic Fourth Brother couldn't resist it.
The woman in yellow ignored her and walked towards the door.
"Ah!" Pang Yu suddenly screamed.
The woman in yellow still ignored him, convinced that he was faking it.
"Ahhh!" The screams continued, seemingly genuine.
The woman in yellow still ignored him, but her steps slowed slightly.
"
Aaaaaaaahh
...

She extended her jade-like hand, her slender fingers delicate, and took his pulse.
How could this be? His pulse was so rapid!
The woman in yellow was greatly surprised. She was the youngest imperial physician in the palace, the first and only female physician in the history of the Song Dynasty, and the most skilled physician in the Imperial Medical Bureau. Otherwise, why would the powerful Grand Tutor Pang need a young girl to treat his son's "amnesia"? The woman in yellow had diligently studied traditional Chinese medicine since childhood and was proficient in medical arts. She could even neutralize the "Qianji" poison, but this time, she had only given Pang Yu acupuncture, yet it had caused such a serious problem. She anxiously asked, "Where exactly is it hot? What kind of hotness?"
"Hot... my chest, my head, and down there... everywhere is hot! Ahhhhhh—" Pang Yu screamed, suddenly becoming agitated, his hands flailing wildly. Because he was bound and unable to move, he made the entire chair shake violently, the creaking sound mingling with his heavy breathing, making him sound like a wild beast trapped in a cage. The woman in yellow
restarted her needle pouch and took out an extra-long, thin needle, five inches long. She inserted it into his Tanzhong acupoint from a distance. This point is the location of the body's Qi Sea, the convergence point of a hundred breaths. It is of utmost importance; regardless of the cause of Pang Yu's fever, the heat flow must pass through this point. Sealing it would temporarily stop his abnormal condition. The cause could be investigated later. After the needle was
inserted, Pang Yu's flushed face and ears did indeed ease slightly, but only slightly. He was still sweating profusely all over. The woman in yellow continued, inserting seven or eight more needles, sealing all the acupoints connected to the Tanzhong acupoint—the Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian, Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, and several points near the Ren Meridian. Finally, his flushed cheeks and forehead gradually faded, and he leaned back in his chair, panting heavily.
"You...you're deliberately torturing me, aren't you...I put some kind of poison on the needle...tell me..." Pang Yu was still dizzy and his vision was blurry. He gritted his teeth and asked.
"I didn't."
"Didn't? A green bamboo snake's mouth, a wasp's stinger...both are effective, but the most poisonous...is a woman's heart!" Pang Yu had been inexplicably tormented and was convinced that the woman in yellow was deliberately messing with him. He would retaliate a hundredfold, so he spoke sarcastically, but his body suddenly trembled again. \\*\\
The woman in yellow was currently thinking about where she had gone wrong when she applied the acupuncture, causing this situation on Pang Yu. In her deep thought, she didn't even notice the changes in Pang Yu's body.
Pang Yu felt comfortable for less than a minute before his lower abdomen began to burn again. The heat flowed up his blood vessels, but it was all blocked by the silver needles at the Tanzhong acupoint. His chest swelled even more painfully, as if a ball of fire was burning inside.
For the sake of his male pride, he gritted his teeth and endured it, refusing to cry out.
The woman in yellow kept pondering—no, she was deliberately stalling for time with Fourth Brother, intentionally torturing him!
A burning heat simmered in his chest, churning and intensifying, as if a red-hot iron were pressed against him; the blood in his chest surged hotter and hotter, almost boiling over.
This was a test of a man's dignity, and Fourth Brother gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out.
No crying out, no crying out, no crying out! A real man doesn't cry out! Fourth Brother remained silent, enduring the pain, while the woman in yellow paced back and forth in the room, her delicate brows furrowed. His pain was clearly visible; she was faking it, still faking it! Deliberately torturing Fourth Brother!!!
Fourth Brother was truly enraged, his anger amplified by both external and internal rage, almost igniting his lust. He desperately twisted his body, straining to loosen the silk ribbons binding her...
"I understand!" The woman in yellow suddenly brightened her eyes, rushing to Pang Yu in a few strides. "Are you pretending to have amnesia? Actually, there's no blood clot in your brain obstructing your thinking..."
If there is, it's a stroke!
With a surge of anger, Pang Yu felt a rush of heat in his lower abdomen, his strength suddenly increasing several times over. "Whoosh—" he even jumped up, grabbing a stool. \\*\\
"What, what are you doing?" The woman in yellow was shocked, only then noticing his bloodshot eyes, bulging veins on his forehead and arms, a picture of burning lust.
"I'm going to...take revenge!" Fourth Brother roared, the pent-up heat in his chest erupting, all seven silver needles popping out with a "crack!" even snapping the ropes binding him. This is like building a dam to hold back a flood; once the repaired dike can't hold and is breached, the flood will only be stronger!
Fourth Brother broke free of his restraints, like a wild beast unleashed. Panting heavily, he pounced on the woman in yellow. She cried out in surprise, unable to dodge, and was already grabbed by the waist and held tightly.
"What are you doing? Let me go, let me go—" she screamed. But it was no use. At this moment, Pang Yu was like a beast in heat, pulling her soft, boneless body into his arms, roughly kneading and rubbing her. He forcibly pulled apart her delicate wrists and frantically tore at her clothes.
The woman in yellow was stunned. The aloof and elegant female physician, always respected in the palace, even treated politely by princesses and the emperor, had never experienced such a shameful scene. Caught off guard, the silver needles in her hand were swept away by Pang Yu, like a defenseless, naked lamb. There was no room for resistance whatsoever.
"No... let go... let go of me, no... no..." Her pleading voice was soft and delicate, a far cry from her previous cold and unyielding demeanor. To Pang Yu, it was even more exciting than a seductive moan. Her small, jade-like hands thrashed wildly, fueling Pang Yu's rage. He vaguely remembered the woman in yellow binding him earlier, so he hooked a half-length of thin silk ribbon on the ground and used it to tie her hands. He then wantonly ravaged her ample breasts. His other hand even reached under her skirt, skillfully caressing a ring of incredibly narrow, sticky, tender flesh.
"No... no!"
The woman in yellow, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, shoved Pang Yu away and, in her panic, stumbled and fled into the inner room. Pang Yu grinned maliciously, like a wolf catching a lamb, chasing after her.
He hadn't gone far... Fourth Brother caught up with him, scooping her up in his arms like a chick. His eyes, burning with lust, groped and grabbed at her. The thin yellow satin dress, far from concealing her figure, only accentuated her slender waist and shapely curves. Pang Yu couldn't see inside, but the mere thought was enough to ignite his desire. He wrapped his arms around her, tightly gripping her fragrant, smooth, and delicate body, yet felt no hardness. The touch between his arms was warm, softer and denser than ferret fur. Pang Yu was a renowned scholar in the capital, a master of seduction. These days, he had indulged in countless pleasures, sleeping with countless women of all shapes and sizes, but he had never embraced such a wondrous female body.
Since the beautiful woman in yellow was studying medicine, she must have some knowledge of matters of love and intimacy than the average girl. However, she was still a virgin, inexperienced in such matters. Suddenly, she was tightly embraced by a strong man's arms, her sensitive areas, such as her breasts, rubbing against his thick arms. A strange, tingling, numb sensation arose within her as the erect object pressed against her.
She gritted her teeth, trying to resist, but her body was limp and powerless. She was so ashamed she almost fainted, her previous composure completely gone. She couldn't catch her breath, her cherry lips pursed, her body trembling slightly as she let out soft moans.
This further fueled Pang Yu's surging desire. He and Hua Xiangrong had already been holding back their pent-up lust, and being tied up and slapped by the woman in yellow only intensified his anger. The beautiful woman in yellow, entrusted by Grand Tutor Pang, came overnight to treat his illness. Grand Tutor Pang insisted that his son suffered from amnesia. Based on medical texts and her past diagnostic experience, the woman in yellow determined that Pang Yu had a blood clot in his brain, causing intermittent memory loss. She then used a secret acupuncture technique passed down from her master to mobilize the yin and yang energies within his skull to dissolve the blood clot. However, Pang Yu was not ill at all.
Normally, this acupuncture technique wouldn't have caused any harm, at most causing him to break out in a sweat and become exhausted. But Pang Yu was burning with desire, and her stimulation—well, think of it this way: you've calculated that a fire with one bundle of dry firewood is just the right amount to be extinguished with a bucket of water. But if you add another bundle before it starts burning, turning it into two bundles of dry firewood, will one bucket of water be enough? It's not just a fire that's extinguished with a pile of firewood left; it can't even put out half a pile of firewood!
The Fourth Brother, now, was inexplicably aroused by the acupuncture of the girl in yellow, experiencing an unprecedented surge of lust. As if drugged with aphrodisiacs, he was completely driven to madness, beyond redemption.
Only three words occupied his mind:
---- (censored), woman.

Chapter 203: A beautiful woman's first time .

Heaven's sins can be redeemed, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable.
The girl in yellow, relying solely on Grand Tutor Pang's words and her own past experience, rashly treated Pang Yu, sowing the seeds of her current humiliation. The consequences, of course, she had to bear alone!
Being betrayed online, the upright Fourth Brother couldn't bear to return to the bedside to "do his business." He placed the girl in yellow on the small table for clothes, roughly pulled away her small hands covering her chest, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. Through her yellow dress, he grabbed her slender breasts and forcefully kneaded them, deforming them between his fingers.
"Let go...let go...you beast, no—no—"
Who could the woman in yellow blame? It wasn't Fourth Brother's beastly act; it was her own doing. If she had noticed earlier and changed the acupuncture method in time, perhaps she could have stopped her burning desire. But now it was too late. Under Pang Yu's frenzied violence, she cried out like a dying fawn, her long, beautiful legs forced apart and bent, unable to close again.
Pang Yu's lips approached, carrying a strong masculine scent. The woman in yellow screamed in fright, desperately pushing him away, but Pang Yu's eyes seemed to spit fire. Although his eye sockets were somewhat sunken, his pupils shone with a terrifying light. She trembled all over, not daring to look him in the eye, turning her head away in fear.
His hot breath sprayed onto her face, burning hot, so hot that even her heart softened. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker. In the moonlight, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her snow-white face flushed, indescribably beautiful and charming. This completely aroused the impulse that Pang Yu had been suppressing with the last bit of clarity in his mind. His left hand encircled her soft waist, and his right hand grabbed her two white, delicate hands and pressed her down on the bed. ...
(censored)
The woman in yellow cried out in surprise, her whole body tensing up. Pang Yu had pressed her down firmly, and she couldn't move... (censored) A soft moan escaped from her lips.
"Rip—" Pang Yu ruthlessly tore open her yellow dress, pulling out one of her snow-white, moist... (censored) "Chirp." (censored) The woman in yellow couldn't resist and cried out, "Ah!" This cry was like a river bursting its banks, impossible to stop.
This aloof and delicate beauty, when she cried out, sounded like a wounded animal, her breath coming in short gasps, as if she were dying of pleasure. Occasionally, a few high-pitched, delicate, childlike cries would escape her lips, interspersed with whimpering moans, instantly arousing desire and making one want to ravage her.
She still wanted to struggle in her drunken state, but Pang Yu held her wrists tightly, pressing her hard against the bed, arching her slender waist. Her full breasts pressed against his chest. Pang Yu had already released her nipples. He began to bite and nibble upwards along her firm, cleaving breasts, kissing her smooth, white armpits. He licked the beads of sweat from her skin into his mouth.
"No...it tickles, ahhhhhh...it tickles! It's...it's so embarrassing..." The woman in yellow gasped, her breathy voice sounding like a moan. Pang Yu remained unmoved... The woman in yellow... rubbed her legs together incessantly. Her skirt was already soaked...
... (censored)
Before she could even gasp a few times, a burning desire suddenly materialized. It surged through her body like a bolt of lightning, and she trembled slightly... (censored) Pang Yu lifted the yellow-clad beauty's skirt. He pulled her thin, still-wet silk trousers down to her ankles, grabbed one of her delicate ankles and pulled it out of the trouser leg, spreading it wide. Each thrust elicited a startled cry from her. The woman in yellow was powerless to resist, clinging to the last vestiges of her clarity, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "You...how dare you! That day...you raped...Princess Anle...with the Grand Tutor helping you...you still dare...to humiliate this imperial physician..."
Pang Yu, already consumed by lust by the woman in yellow's "spring needles," had lost all reason. He ignored her words, lowered his head to lick and kiss her, enjoying the inexhaustible fragrance of her skin, letting the woman in yellow go from cursing to scolding, then to soft panting and pleading, stripping her clothes off piece by piece...
"Ah, ahhh...no...want...waaaaaah----" The beautiful woman in yellow shook her head wildly, her body trembling. Suddenly, she raised her small chin, opened her mouth, and bit Pang Yu's shoulder. Fourth Brother felt pain, and his strong waist instinctively thrust forward. The beautiful woman in yellow threw her head back, and a tearing pain came from below. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Her wide eyes were empty, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks... "A spring
dream leaves no trace," that saying might be true. \\*\
However, "spring affairs" always leave "traces."
When Fourth Brother woke up the next day, the large bed that could accommodate him and six girls sleeping back to back and making love was covered with "traces." A few scattered petals of blood, like cherry blossoms blooming on the bed and pillows, were eye-catching and vivid. Even the pillows and mats were tucked with strands of hair that had fallen during the intense intercourse.
A stunning beauty's first blood, a virgin deflowering. No need to recall last night's passionate encounter; the striking, vibrant blood alone testifies to the complete loss of virginity of a pure, graceful young woman with flawless skin, a celestial beauty, a gentle and charming virgin whose sacred chastity has been utterly possessed… Gazing
at his handiwork on the bed, Fourth Brother felt no excitement or smugness. His usually resolute will had succumbed to a few silver needles, losing himself in the process and committing this beastly act…
Fourth Brother's expression was unexpectedly grave. He knew he was prepared—as a man, he had to take responsibility. In short, he was determined to possess the beauty in yellow!
This wasn't possession; it was the responsibility a grown man should bear for his actions!
"Chuxue—" Fourth Brother called out, getting ready to wash up and get out of bed. He needed to ask his father first what the woman in yellow's name was. He'd "done it" with her and still didn't know her name—that wasn't Fourth Brother's style. \\*\\ But no one answered his first call, and still no answer after two. It took him a while to remember the strict order he'd given last night: no one was allowed in until morning. The problem was, it was already morning… Hmm, the young man has potential, he's finally realized he can't
just barge in. What if he stumbled upon half of the future young mistress's bare shoulder? Gouging out his eyes wouldn't be enough to atone for it! But even Fourth Brother couldn't have imagined that the woman in yellow had quietly left so early. So shy! She clearly left behind a bed full of evidence, afraid her man wouldn't remember what happened last night—yes, he wouldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything after the ribbon broke, but with all this "evidence" before his eyes…
Did he need an explanation? Did he need one? ???
For once, Fourth Brother didn't get angry. He got up and went to get dressed, only to find his usually impeccably elegant scholar's attire torn to shreds, especially the back, which was covered in scratches. It was clear that the woman in yellow had been unable to bear the pain from "that time of night," her little hands spasming and scratching wildly at his back. \\*\
(Oh, she's quite the fighter, isn't she? But whatever, Fourth Brother likes women who don't submit. Even if you resist, you'll still end up being devoured by me.)
Fourth Brother dressed and went outside. The sun was shining brightly, a beautiful day, making the Spring Garden a vibrant place, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Fourth Brother was already in a good mood, and this made him even more cheerful.
Ah, I still don't know the woman in yellow's name. So young, yet she's already a royal physician—truly remarkable. A woman like that is worthy of Fourth Brother! Come, let's take a look at Fourth Brother's magnificent harem: a top-tier female swordsman who rivals all the masters in the capital; a beautiful rebel leader skilled in singing and dancing, possessing a large amount of assassin's treasure (wanting to rebel without money?); a seductive and alluring concubine, whose beauty is undeniable to anyone who looks at her; and two female generals of the renowned Yang family army, goddesses revered and loved by everyone in the capital—no, the entire world—plus the beautiful physician whom Fourth Brother just dismissed last night. It's all there, simply magnificent!
What? You say most of them haven't been taken yet?!
It's only a matter of time. No woman Fourth Brother sets his sights on can escape!
Fourth Brother stood in the sunlight, planning her grand expansion of her harem, when suddenly her stomach ached!
Poisoned? The beautiful physician was slept with and then stabbed in the back?!
Just as Fourth Brother was about to explode with anger, she suddenly realized something had bumped into her—Chuixue! Hmm, she's just a thing, no, not even a thing, she's a beast!
Chuixue rushed in, not even looking where he was going, and bumped into his master, who was standing in the garden admiring the scenery. The impact sent him flying backward, landing face-first in the mud.
"Master, something bad has happened!" he cried out in panic, tumbling to his seat.
His fourth brother kicked him, sending him sprawling back to the ground. "What bad? The sky has fallen?" he grumbled.
"No, it's... Fourth Brother, yesterday the rebels caused trouble in the capital again, killing, killing, killing so many people!" "What? Rebels?" Pang Yu feigned surprise.
"They... they're the remnants of the Southern Tang who tried to assassinate me that day, they... they..." Chuixue trembled violently, even his legs shaking.
"Stop stammering! What happened? Speak!" Pang Yu raised his hand as if to slap her, which frightened Chuixue so much that she immediately stopped trembling and stammered, "They... last night... came out... causing trouble again... and killed... more than a dozen soldiers of the Yang family army... Two of them were missing, but this morning... oh my god, they're hanging at the city gate, just like the guards that Zhao Yunbi sent to spy on you last time, but this time... hanging... hanging... hanging... hanging dead people... noses gouged out, eyes gouged out, faces smashed to pieces, only the Yang family army's standard uniforms are left... you can still tell who they are..."

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