[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 36

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Chapter 267 Marrying the Princess, Destroying the Seven Show Sect,

the Number One Servant in the World Chapter 267 Marrying the Princess. Destroying the Seven Show Sect,
he worried about having no confidants on the road ahead. Who in the world is not lonely? The Emperor
of the Great Song Dynasty was also lonely and empty. Fourth Brother filled his loneliness and emptiness. The Emperor and the servant suddenly became confidants, chatting happily over chicken legs and wine, through the prison gate.
This was supposed to be impossible. But it happened. Who told Fourth Brother to be the man who creates miracles!
"Do you know? You committed these crimes. Even if you were executed a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough." Emperor Renzong waved the leftover chicken leg bone in his hand, drunkenly shouting.
"No—it's okay. Your Majesty is merciful. You wouldn't do such a shameless and despicable thing." Fourth Brother chuckled.
"You're right. I'm not shameless. I'm not despicable. I'm magnanimous. I'm merciful. I won't pursue all crimes. I'll only pursue one of your crimes." As soon as Emperor Renzong finished speaking, the drunkenness in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He lowered his voice and spoke slowly and deliberately to Pang Yu,
“I will only hold you accountable for one thing. In Fenglin Pavilion, you... [illegible] my precious sister, Princess Anle—tell me. How do you think this name should be…”
Seeing his threatening demeanor, Fourth Brother wanted to curse. But he was indeed in the wrong that time. He was in the wrong. He could only shake his head, feigning ignorance: “This… oh dear. I’m not very familiar with the laws of the Great Song Dynasty…”
“Not familiar? Then I’ll tell you.” Emperor Renzong’s smile was still as lewd as ever. His drunkenness was clearly feigned.
[illegible] Princess Anle and others had insulted the royal family. This was an unforgivable crime, on par with rebellion. Death was certain. As for whether it would be dismemberment or torture… that was up to me. "
X. This is a blatant threat! This is too unfair of the Emperor brother-in-law. He's drunk and eaten meat. He's a close friend, yet he uses such words to intimidate him." Fourth Brother's contempt for him rose several notches. So, after the Emperor brother-in-law finished eating the chicken leg, he stopped sharing with him and snatched the remaining half of the fat chicken from his hand.
Emperor Renzong, as the emperor, of course could not take meat from a servant, much less get angry with Fourth Brother because the chicken was taken away—it would be too embarrassing. With a chicken leg bone in his hand, he stared straight at Pang Yu: "Don't think that just because you did those things, I won't kill you. She is a princess of the Song Dynasty, my most beloved sister. Even if she is no longer a virgin, there will be plenty of noble sons vying to marry her."
"Then Your Majesty, kill me!" Fourth Brother puffed out his chest, ready to die. "I'll wait and see. Let's see which noble son can subdue your unruly sister." "
..." This time, it was Emperor Renzong's turn to be speechless. Our Great Song Emperor was probably thinking, "Damn my ancestors for eighteen generations! How could this brat see right through my thoughts? My precious sister! Besides this shameless man, is there really no one in the world who can share my burdens? Stop letting him continue his 'evil deeds'! Turning my harem into chaos every few days!!!
" "Actually, what happened at Fenglin Pavilion wasn't a serious crime," the Fourth Brother said, tearing off a chicken leg and handing it to Emperor Renzong, who was quite annoyed. He grabbed it and started gnawing on it to vent his anger.
"Not a serious crime? Did you just ruin my sister's innocent body for nothing?" Waving the half-eaten chicken leg with its teeth marks still visible, Emperor Renzong practically roared.
"Nonsense! How did I ruin her?"
"Fourth Brother said in a serious tone. But no matter how you listened, it sounded like he was being a scoundrel. "Your Majesty, you can ask your princess sister. Did I force her that day? Did I coerce her? Did I hold a knife to her neck? No. Not at all. It was all her own choice. I'm just a lowly servant. I can't just ignore the princess's 'requests,' can I?"
"Hmm. You're right. Absolutely right." Emperor Renzong, who was still furious, suddenly nodded and smiled. Fourth Brother instantly sensed the atmosphere of a conspiracy. Before he could speak, Emperor Renzong said with a sinister smile, "In Fenglin Pavilion, you didn't rape the princess. Nor did you do anything shameful on her orders. It was just that the pre-arranged Prince Consort had sex with the princess ahead of time. Right, Prince Consort?" The words "
Imperial Son-in-Law" coming from Emperor Renzong's mouth made his meaning clear. Fourth Brother wasn't unprepared; he'd even anticipated that the only way for his sister to avoid his unruly sister causing chaos in the palace and disrupting the peace of the entire harem was to marry him off to a princess. However, Emperor Renzong's sudden smile was more lewd than ever before. Fourth Brother's intuition told him that his brother-in-law's decision to make him an imperial son-in-law wasn't just about entrusting his sister to him; there must be some conspiracy.
"Your Majesty…" Fourth Brother looked at him suspiciously. "You wouldn't abandon those other girls… the girls I want to spend my life with, for the sake of the princess, would you?"
Emperor Renzong stared at him, "Do I look like an unreasonable person?"
"Yes."
"…" Another moment of silence. Then Emperor Renzong actually laughed. "You're right. I originally intended for you to distance yourself from other women. That's why I
tested you at my sister's residence." "Through my elder sister's words, I ask you if you're willing to give up all your lovers to become my consort."
"I won't."
"That's right." Emperor Renzong laughed again. "If you answered yes, it would prove you're a heartless and ungrateful wretch who only cares about fame, fortune, and power. How could I possibly entrust my sister's life to you?"
Fourth Brother listened calmly, without tension, excitement, or relief. Only after he finished speaking did he roll his eyes: "Oh. So, Your Majesty, I've passed your test?"
"Yes." Emperor Renzong nodded. "But I still want to ask you. Are you willing to love only one person, to draw a clear line between yourself and other women, and to be wholeheartedly your consort and the newly appointed top scholar?"
"Your Majesty, you don't need to test me anymore.
" Fourth Brother was unusually solemn. "Don't even mention the newly appointed top scholar. Even if you gave me a marquisate or a king, I wouldn't abandon the woman I love."
"This isn't a test." Emperor Renzong's expression was equally serious, a far cry from his usual lewd demeanor. A divine aura emanated from him, and his gaze locked onto Pang Yu. "This is my plea as your elder brother to my future brother-in-law."
For the emperor to resort to "plea," Fourth Brother was probably the first and only servant in the entire Song Dynasty to have done so. He was honored to devour the fat chicken, finishing it off down to the skeleton right under his brother-in-law's nose. Then, satisfied, he wiped his mouth and let out three burps before tossing Emperor Renzong two words:
"No." Before answering, Fourth Brother had already prepared himself physically. What? Physically prepared? Hmm. He was afraid that if he refused, his brother-in-law would be furious and starve him for a few days, so he finished the fat chicken first—hmph, if my stomach is full, I'm not afraid of you being hungry. That's called being prepared for anything.
Fourth Brother was prepared for anything, but his brother-in-law, instead of being angry, laughed: "Good. Good. It seems you really are as affectionate and righteous as my sister said." "Unyielding and indomitable..."
Emperor Renzong's praise made the usually thick-skinned Fourth Brother blush. "Brother-in-law Emperor, I understand, I know. Even though you're counting on me to handle those troublesome girls you can't manage, you don't need to praise me like that. It makes me embarrassed. My approach to 'love' has always been to collect all the beauties in the world. I'll build a harem, and no one is allowed to compete with me. Anyone who tries will be crushed to death. That's my principle. As for deep affection like the sea... Fourth Brother just wants to gather beauties from all over the world, building at least a full harem. Fourth Brother's magnanimity can only be described with 'sea' and 'sky.' As a Casanova, Fourth Brother is always humble. All I need is the 'love' of beauties. The Emperor's praise... well, I can't accept that."
Emperor Renzong stared at him and suddenly blurted out, "I won't force you. I'll give you two choices."
"Which two?" Fourth Brother asked casually.
"First, I have appointed you as the top scholar in the imperial examination. Your literary talent surpasses that of Liu Yong and Ouyang Xiu. I believe no one in the world will disagree. After becoming the top scholar, I will give you an official position that allows you to fully display your talents. I guarantee you will not be mistreated. Once you achieve success, you can marry the princess in grand style. After you and the princess have a child, I will choose an opportunity to bestow upon you the title of Marquis. I will not mistreat my brother-in-law. Treat him well, and I will guarantee you a life of glory."
The fourth brother was about to declare that he didn't care about fame, fortune, or power, and had absolutely no interest in becoming an official or being granted a title, when Emperor Renzong added, "However, I have a condition. You can maintain a relationship with other women, but you cannot take concubines or mistresses. You can only have one wife. Furthermore, if you become indifferent to other women because of them, I will absolutely not forgive you." Emperor Renzong's words were harsh and cold, his imperial authority awe-inspiring.
"I have already said, this is impossible. I will marry every woman I love!" The fourth brother shook his head, emphasizing each word, arguing with the emperor again.
Surprisingly, Emperor Renzong was not angry. He said calmly, "Then you can only choose the second one, Princess. Marry as you please. As for the other women, you can keep them for yourself. But I'll say it again: you can't be indifferent because of the other women, or I will absolutely not forgive you! Besides that, I want you to do one more thing. If you do it, everything is negotiable. If you do it, you can stay here and live your life to the fullest." "
What is it?" Fourth Brother asked subconsciously, a vague sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
Emperor Renzong stood up, looking down at him with a cold, domineering air.
"Very well. I only want you to do one thing. Raze the 'Void Illusion's' lair—Seven Show Workshop. Annihilate the Southern Tang rebels entrenched in the capital!"
Fourth Brother's heart stopped. He looked at Emperor Renzong, who was so close to him. At this moment, the word "despicable" had disappeared from his face. All that remained was the ruthless and cold-blooded decisiveness of an emperor.
"Is...is there a third option?" Fourth Brother touched his nose, his smile extremely bitter.
"Yes." Emperor Renzong nodded.
"What?"
"Death. You die." (To be continued. To find out what happens next, please log in for more chapters. Support the author. Support genuine reading!)

Chapter 268 Heartbroken Xi Yun's Heartbreak

The Number One Ding in the World Chapter 268 Heartbroken Xi Yun's Heartbreak
Emperor Renzong left. Leaving Fourth Brother alone in the prison.
"I'll give you time to think it over. When you've figured it out, then have Ye Gucheng come and tell me."
Before leaving, the Emperor Sister left behind a sentence that has left Fourth Brother depressed ever since.
Alas. Once upon a time, Fourth Brother thought he had surpassed Xiao Bao Ge. Starting from a servant even lower than a eunuch, he married all the beauties in the world. He controlled the world without entering officialdom. He left a glorious mark on the history of the harem's stallion.
However, only at this moment did he realize that he was wrong. Very wrong. Xiao Bao Ge's existence was like a god. Every move and word of Xiao Bao Ge's was honed through countless storms and hardships. He now wants to compare himself to Xiao Bao. He's still too green.
Xiao Bao played both sides, living peacefully for years until finally being betrayed and his plans capsized. Even then, he escaped unscathed, living a comfortable life with his wife and children.
But him, Fourth Brother, always loyal and devoted to the Song Dynasty, only accidentally met the beautiful young mistress of a rebel. Then, to demonstrate his responsibility as a man, he helped her and the Seven Show Pavilion evade capture several times. Strictly speaking, he wasn't playing both sides at all. His heart was always with the country, the nation, and the Song Dynasty! But this loyal man, just because he saved a female assassin who attacked the emperor, just because he often stayed overnight at the Seven Show Pavilion, was accused by the emperor of colluding with rebels and forced to personally wipe out these remnants of the Southern Tang!
Sigh. This scene is reminiscent of Xiao Bao being forced by the emperor to conquer the world. What's the difference?
Back then, Brother Bao refused to submit, even abandoning his official position, and simply left. Fourth Brother is now free of official duties, but he still has countless wives he hasn't won over. And then there's his business. His Pang-style women's products empire, his "Great Song Dynasty Magazine," and his plan to cultivate the young Di Qing… How can he leave
like this?! Fourth Brother is extremely conflicted. He's a man of deep feelings, a true hero; how could he sell his woman for his life? But since his brother-in-law, the Emperor, already knows that Qixiufang is the lair of "Konghuan," even if he doesn't go, someone will still bring a
large army to raze Qixiufang! But if he goes, can he bring himself to do it? —Zou Xiyun will certainly be safe. Cherishing women is Fourth Brother's principle. Even risking execution, he can't let his woman be harmed! But Zou Xiyun is the young master of "Konghuan." Even if just one person dies in Qixiufang, it will be heartbreaking. There's no way to explain it to her!
—Once she's Fourth Brother's woman, he can't let her suffer even the slightest sadness or injustice!
Fourth Brother's resolve hardened even further. "Agree. But I won't agree to personally break Zou Xi's heart. The Seven Show Pavilion is completely destroyed. Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds? To get out of prison, keep the Seven Show Pavilion safe, and still deal with that lecherous emperor brother-in-law!
Good heavens. How can I possibly deal with the emperor, protect the rebels, and continue to be a servant in his Grand Tutor's mansion? Even Xiao Bao couldn't do that back then!!!
In Fourth Brother's dictionary, there is no such word as 'impossible'!
After sitting in the prison for two hours, Fourth Brother suddenly looked up, a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and shouted: 'Ye Gucheng, where are you? Come out quickly! Tell the emperor that I... have agreed to the second condition—'
A summer breeze blew. The osmanthus trees swayed. Fourth Brother, who had been imprisoned in the palace prison for more than a day, finally...
'Hahaha. I, Pang, am back. Hahahaha—' Walking on the road out of the palace, Fourth Brother laughed heartily. He was so carefree and cheerful that he attracted the attention of the eunuchs and palace maids on the road." Then came a chorus of infatuated exclamations: "—!" "So handsome!" "So dazzling!" Luckily, it was afternoon and there weren't many people in the palace. If it had happened during the morning court session, with all the civil and military officials seeing this, they might have accused him of licentious behavior in the harem.
Licentious?
Hmm. He stirred up the hearts of all the palace maids in the three palaces and six courtyards. From then on, they thought of him every day. Wasn't that licentious behavior?
"Wow. Little girl. Your headdress is so beautiful." "Wow, wow, wow, sister. Which palace are you from? Can you tell me your name? I'll miss you every day." "Wow, wow, wow, little sister. You're fifteen today, right? What? Only three. Oh my. So cute." The fourth brother walked along, flirting with the palace maids he encountered. He would occasionally give them a flirtatious look and blow kisses. This caused the number of infatuated girls in the palace to surge.
"Hey. I say, Tian Ding Da. You're still a criminal. Can you tone it down a bit? Don't be so presumptuous in the palace." Ye Gucheng, who was following behind, couldn't stand it anymore.
"What? A criminal?" Fourth Brother stopped and turned to look at him. "Commander Ye, don't talk nonsense. Releasing me was an order personally given by the Emperor. If I were guilty, would the Emperor release me? The Emperor releasing me means I'm innocent. Otherwise, are you implying that the Emperor is a tyrant who released me—a guilty person? "
Gu
Cheng, a rough man, couldn't out-argue Fourth Brother's sharp tongue and was immediately speechless.
"Ah, and also, Commander Ye." Fourth Brother walked over and put his arm around his. "Don't forget. You were just
appointed by the Emperor to assist me in suppressing the rebels. In other words, I'm your superior now. You keep accusing your superior of being 'guilty.' Is that reasonable?"
"That's because you forced the Emperor to send an assistant..."
"What? Forced? Can I force the Emperor? Do I dare to force the Emperor? Can I force the Emperor?" Fourth Brother's three questions left Ye Gu Cheng speechless. "Ye Da, what you're doing is disrespecting imperial authority and looking down on the Great Song Dynasty. If I were to impeach you, hehehehehe..."
"Lord Tian Ding, please stop talking. I'll do whatever you say. Really." Ye Gucheng was completely terrified of him. He raised his hands in surrender. Just as Fourth Brother was about to finish speaking, Commander Ye said again, "But Lord Tian Ding, there's something I must remind you. The Emperor released you to eliminate the rebels within a limited time. Don't let it slip out. It won't benefit you, me, or anyone else." "
Don't worry. If it leaks, what rebels will I catch? If I can't catch any, how will I explain myself? I cherish my life the most." Fourth Brother chuckled, touching his neck, and readily agreed. "To keep my head on this good neck, Fourth Brother will definitely keep my mouth shut. I promise not to tell anyone what happened in the palace these past two days or the task the Emperor gave me." "
The fact that Qixiufang is the rebels' stronghold has been exposed. I promised the Emperor I would wipe you all out in one fell swoop."
Half an hour later, in Zou Xiyun's boudoir in Qixiufang, Fourth Brother said this to Zou Xiyun.
Straight to the point has always been his nature. He despises anything roundabout. But when Fourth Brother entered, sat down, took a sip of tea, and spoke to Zou Xiyun like this, Zou Xiyun surprisingly revealed a charmingly coquettish expression. She gave him a playful glare: "Don't try to fool me with those words."
"Without you, I really would have been arrested by the Emperor." Fourth Brother's expression was unusually serious.
"I don't believe it." Zou Xiyun still shook her head. What a beautiful face. "The Seven Show Pavilion is so well hidden. Every search has never revealed any flaws. How could it be exposed?"
"I don't believe it either." Pang Yu touched his nose and smiled bitterly. "But that's the truth. The Emperor knows everything about the Seven Show Pavilion. There are many things I don't know, he knows."
Zou Xiyun had never seen such an expression on Pang Yu's face before. She stared blankly into his eyes, finding not a trace of mockery within them. Fang Xin trembled involuntarily: "You...you're scaring me. This involves hundreds of lives. If you're lying...then..."
"I'm telling the truth. If I utter a single falsehood, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."
Zou Xiyun stood there, stunned. Her hands trembled slightly in her sleeves, her silken sleeves fluttering. Her bright eyes blinked a few times, and a mist quickly gathered around her. She walked step by step to the table, staring at Pang Yu for a long time. Suddenly, she nodded and smiled bitterly: "It must be you. You betrayed me for wealth and glory, and then came here to be a good person, trying to trick 'Konghuan' into walking into your trap so you could gain merit, get promoted, and rise to prominence. Isn't that right?"
She grew angrier as she spoke. Her beautiful eyes flashed with deep hatred. Her fourth brother, who had come to report the news out of good intentions, felt so frustrated he wanted to bang his head against the wall: "Is that how you see me? Me, Pang...would I be so cruel to my own woman?"
"I am not your woman!" Zou Xiyun's voice was cold and sharp. She glared fiercely at Pang Yu. "From the very beginning, you've been lying to me. Lying to my chastity, lying to my body, lying... lying to my heart... lying to me... lying to me... lying to me that I love you..." Her voice trembled uncontrollably. Her freshly peeled, watery red lips were almost bleeding from being bitten.
Fourth Brother was furious enough to vomit blood. He'd finally escaped from prison, and his family hadn't even rushed over to report the news. Instead of a word of gratitude, he'd been humiliated like this. Had he forgotten who gave him the ultimate pleasure? Two days ago, he'd made him feel like he was dying, calling him "Husband!" "Husband!" countless times with abandon!
Fourth Brother was furious. If the situation were serious and on the verge of exploding, this delicate sixteen-year-old girl burdened with the mission of restoring her kingdom was truly pitiful. He really wanted to slap her to wake her up.
Fourth Brother barely suppressed his anger at the humiliation. Zou Xi, however, immediately erupted. She took two steps back, her pretty face covered in frost, her beautiful eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and rage. With a "whoosh," the "Yu Meiren" sword was drawn.
Because his conscience was clear, Fourth Brother was fearless, letting her hold the razor-sharp sword against his neck.
"Why? You're convinced I did it," he asked through gritted teeth.
Zou Xiyun's eyes blazed with deep hatred. In the afterglow of the setting sun, even the blade in her hand seemed to gleam with resentment. Her voice trembled with heartache as she said, "Isn't it true? How dare you, a mere servant, see the Emperor? How dare the Emperor personally give you the mission to eradicate 'Konghuan'? How dare you commit such a heinous crime and still be released..."
Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, a poignant and sorrowful sight, a look of unrequited love. Pang Yu felt a pang of heartache. He blurted out, "Because I am the Marquis of Anle..." (To be continued. For more chapters, please visit www.qidian.com. Support the author! Support the righteous!)

Chapter 269 Night Talk at the Seven Show Pavilion

The Number One Ding in the World Chapter 269 Night Talk at the Seven Show Pavilion
Because I am the Marquis of Anle..." Fourth Brother's mind went blank. He almost blurted out the words. He immediately thought of Zou Xiyun's current berserk state. He knew that he had been abused by that wicked, lecherous, and infamous Marquis of Anle for more than a month... Fourth Brother estimated that the "Yu Meiren" sword was in her hand a moment ago, and the next moment it was more than half pierced into his stomach.
"Because I am the Marquis of Anle..." He froze. He couldn't continue.
"Say it. Say it. You can't say it. If you are the Marquis of Anle, it's understandable that you would see the dog emperor. A servant of the Marquis of Anle "How could this be…" Tears welled in Zou Xiyun's beautiful eyes. She held a gleaming sword, a divine weapon, and was vehemently questioning him, yet she appeared weak and pitiful.
Fourth Brother truly did meet Emperor Renzong as a servant. However, this involved his "servant relationship" with his brother-in-law, the Emperor, and his affair with the little princess… Fourth Brother didn't want Zou Xiyun to know so soon. Her man was so promiscuous, even daring to sleep with the Emperor's own sister.
But if he didn't tell, how could he explain meeting the Emperor and the Emperor's order to wipe out the Seven Show Pavilion?
Damn it! It's all my fault for being too sentimental, telling my woman everything. See? This is what happened!
With the "Yu Meiren" (a type of hairpin) held to his neck, a single, gentle stroke would sever his head. The Fourth Brother ignored the words, his gaze fixed intently on Zou Xiyun with unwavering sincerity.
Zou Xiyun turned away, unable to bear seeing his silent, heartbroken sobs. She cried out, "You...you can tie me up and take me to claim credit and rewards! I only beg...I only beg you...to have mercy and release the sisters of Qixiufang!"
The Fourth Brother, that man, was too soft-hearted. He couldn't bear to see a woman cry. He sighed, "Alright. To tell you the truth, the reason the Emperor was willing to see me personally and release me to atone for my crimes is because of Princess Anle..." The Fourth Brother honestly recounted how he met the princess, how they became acquainted, and how, at Fenglin Pavilion, Hua Xiangrong "deliberately" seduced him, he had unwittingly...and...with the princess. Finally, he shrugged, smiling bitterly, and said, "Alas. After that one night of passion, the princess actually became pregnant...pregnant with me...! Alas! Alas! I never expected this." "The legendary one-shot kill... it actually happened to me..."
Zou Xiyun stared blankly at him, her chest heaving rapidly. Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes. "Yu Meiren" (a type of erotic novel) jingled as it fell. Then, with a soft "Ying," she threw herself into Pang Yu's arms, her fists pounding against his chest like drumbeats. Like a little girl, she angrily complained, "You're bad! You're so bad! So you became the brother-in-law of that dog emperor! That dog emperor couldn't bear to let the child in the princess's arms be fatherless, so... so he released you... to make you atone for your crimes... you're pregnant..." "You shameless...you...you've betrayed her...you have Xiyun, you have Sister Xiu...and you're with other women..."
Hearing the soft, reproachful words of the beauty in his arms, and feeling her anger gradually subside, Fourth Brother breathed a sigh of relief, but was immediately annoyed. My God. Are all women like this when they get angry? Unreasonable! I clearly stated just now that I was "deliberately" "seduced" by the Flower Demoness to do that thing with the little princess. How can you blame me? This...this is too unreasonable! Women, the prettier they are, the more they act like this?!
Zou Xiyun raised her pretty face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said sadly, "You...you also had an affair with that slut Hua Xiangrong...you...have no shame!" With that, she buried her face in his chest, which was much broader and stronger than most men's, and cried bitterly again, soaking his clothes.
Fourth Brother quickly coaxed and persuaded her. Zou Xiyun sat down to the side, letting her hug his neck and sit in his arms. He wiped away her hot tears, and she finally stopped crying. Her fragrant shoulders twitched slightly. In a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, she asked, "Now... what can we do? The Emperor wants you to wipe us out. You..."
"Don't worry. I won't risk my good wife and the lives of my good wife's men for wealth and glory." Fourth Brother shrugged, smiling as he lifted her tear-streaked face.
Zou Xiyun's pretty face flushed slightly, then a fleeting look of resentment appeared. She lowered her head and said softly, "But if you secretly comply and don't touch Qixiu Workshop at all, how will you explain to the dog Emperor? Since the dog Emperor knows that Qixiu Workshop is our 'Konghuan's' lair, he will definitely order the Imperial Guards to closely monitor it. He
can't just rely on you..." Before she could finish speaking, Pang Yu's fingers had already gently caressed her lips. A gentle voice, filled with intense love, whispered in his ear: "Don't think about anything. Just do as I say. I guarantee that everyone in Qixiu Manor will be safe and sound, except for one person. No one will be in trouble.
"
"One person?" Zou Xi was stunned.
"Yes. One person. A traitor." Pang Yu said coldly.
Zou Xi was shocked. She almost cried out, "What did you say? A traitor?"
"Otherwise, every time we search, we cover it up perfectly. And with the Marquis as our backer, how could Qixiu Manor be exposed?" Pang Yu sneered, his eyes flashing with chilling killing intent. "Besides me, the only outsider who knows the situation here is Long Wu. He would never betray me. Even if he did, he would only know the basics. Moreover, the Emperor knows the situation in Qixiu Manor like the back of his hand!"
Fourth Brother emphasized, speaking slowly and deliberately: "Therefore, I am certain that there is a traitor in Qixiu Manor. He is the one who told the Emperor everything about this place!"
Zou Xi's delicate body trembled. Her beautiful eyes showed disbelief.
"No. It can't be." She shook her head blankly, her gaze unfocused, revealing a fierce struggle within her. "The entire Seven Show Pavilion is descended from generations of heroes who followed the Consort and were determined to restore the kingdom. How could...
"
Pang Yu interrupted her. "The Southern Tang has been destroyed for over sixty years. Over sixty years. Even the strongest determination to restore the kingdom would have wavered by now. Your meticulously planned assassination attempt at the Phoenix Pavilion ended in failure. The repeated large-scale searches in the capital have created widespread panic. Faced with such interests, it's hard to guarantee that no one will harbor disloyal thoughts."
"I don't believe it." Zou Xiyun still shook her head, biting her pink lips tightly. "My people would never betray 'Empty Illusion' and abandon their belief in restoring the kingdom for wealth and glory."
"What you say may be true. Wealth and glory are nothing compared to national and personal vendettas. But what if it's jealousy?"
"Jealousy? What jealousy?" Zou Xiyun was confused.
"My lady, you are naturally beautiful. Your beauty is unparalleled. There must be many people in the Seven Show Pavilion who secretly admire you. If I'm not mistaken, it must be someone from 'Empty Illusion' who has always secretly loved you. They discovered that their pure and innocent young master, their flawless goddess, has been forcibly taken by a despicable and shameless servant like me. But you not only didn't resist, but you were gradually moved by me and fell in love with me—of course, in his eyes, this is our illicit affair. You forgot about the great cause of restoring the kingdom and indulged in pleasure with me..."
When Zou Xiyun mentioned "indulging in pleasure," she was indeed indulging in the ultimate bliss she enjoyed while having sex with Pang Yu. Her jade-like cheeks immediately flushed red. The two red clouds on her cheeks made her look even more charming and beautiful. She hurriedly scolded him: "You...you don't talk nonsense. You're just spouting nonsense. I didn't..."
"I'm not talking nonsense.
" Pang Yu was very calm. His expression was very serious. “Only jealousy can make someone abandon their beliefs and lose their mind. To frame me, to kill me, they would do anything.”
Zou Xiyun’s delicate body trembled. Suddenly tense, she couldn’t help but grab his hand: “If…if it’s really as you say, that the traitor has been ‘empty’, then…then it’s not just the Seven Show Pavilion, but everything in the organization. Our three generations of hard work in Jiangnan, decades of painstaking effort, all of it…”
Pang Yu gently squeezed her palm, indicating not to worry: “Don’t worry, I’ve gotten the information from the Emperor that although this person betrayed you and sold out a lot of inside information about the Seven Show Pavilion, he also needs leverage to negotiate with the court and demand the wealth and glory he wants, and you. So for now, he won’t ‘confess’ too much. As long as we find this person as soon as possible and completely eliminate him, it’s never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost!”
Zou Xiyun was completely at a loss at this moment. Listening to Pang Yu’s confident words, she could only listen silently, her beautiful eyes clouded with a look of desolation. She murmured, "What you said... is it... is it true?"
"Of course it's true." Pang Yu gazed tenderly down at the beauty in his arms. His large hand gently stroked her cloud-like hair in a comforting manner. "Believe me. I will definitely find the traitor in the shortest possible time."
Zou Xiyun slowly closed her beautiful eyes. Like a helpless child, she asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Pang Yu leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Zou Xiyun immediately blushed deeply and shook her head frantically.
Fourth Brother sighed and asked her, "Do you want to protect the Seven Show Pavilion? Protect 'Empty Illusion'? Do you want your subordinates to be safe and sound, without a single injury?"
Zou Xiyun hesitated for a moment, then nodded decisively.
"Then do as I say."
Zou Xiyun's face flushed crimson. She bit her pink lips, her beautiful eyes unable to meet Pang Yu's gaze. After a fierce internal struggle, she finally nodded, shyly agreeing. Her beautiful eyes, like water and smoke, held a kind of inexplicable allure and melancholy. Suddenly... Two streams of tears flowed down her jade-like cheeks.
Pang Yu cherished her, pitied her, and loved her. Seeing her heartbroken state, forced to personally expose the traitor and kill him, he felt his own heart breaking!
"You little bastard! I'll tear this bastard who betrayed Xi Yun to pieces!"
Zou Xi Yun leaned against Pang Yu's chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Thinking of his earlier misunderstanding, even drawing his sword and nearly injuring his lover, she felt a surge of shame and regret. Two blushes rose on her face, making her elegant demeanor even more captivating.
Pang Yu's hand couldn't resist moving to the back of her neck. The skin there was soft and delicate, instantly captivating him. Just as he was about to pull her close and kiss her, Zou Xi Yun slowly raised her face, her eyes flashing with a chilling light.

Chapter 270 Car Scene Yang Yan

Slap!
Midnight. A crisp slap echoed from the small building where Zou Xiyun's boudoir was located.
"Get out! Get out of here!" Zou Xiyun's angry shout was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire backyard.
"Oh dear. Good Yunyun. One night as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. How could you treat me like this?" A lewd male voice. Although it didn't quite fit his usual upright image, it was still recognizable as the owner of the voice as Fourth Brother.
"You...you still dare to say that. You shameless beast. You animal!"
He called me "husband" all night long. And the next morning he was still pestering me to give it to him. What? Now he doesn't even listen to his "good husband" anymore? "
You... Waaah—waaah—" Zou Xiyun cried out in grievance. Her delicate, pitiful sobs were particularly jarring in the quiet night! "
Serve my lord for one night. I guarantee. I guarantee that Qixiufang will be safe from now on. No Imperial Guard will dare to search here again."
"No... I don't... I don't want to... I don't want to accompany this beast..." "
Who gave me so many women to sleep with? It's the lord! You dare to insult the lord. Believe me or not, I'll slap you to death!"
"Waaah—waaah—waaah—waaah—" Zou Xiyun could only sob.
Pang Yu leaned closer and coaxed her again, "Good Yunyun, just listen to me and be a good girl to sleep with the Marquis for one night. The Marquis said that as long as you serve him well, the Grand Tutor will get me an official position. An official! An official! Hahaha—once I become an official, I can rise above others! I can make a fortune! Hahaha—"
He laughed wildly for a while and continued to coax and deceive her. "Good wife, think about it. If I become an official, I can protect Qixiufang. Wouldn't you be safer? Good Yunyun, listen to me, just submit to my Marquis."
"I don't... I don't want to..." Zou Xiyun still refused.
"Think carefully!" Pang Yu's voice suddenly turned cold and sharp. "If you don't accompany the Marquis, and he gets angry, Qixiufang will be raided in the blink of an eye, and everyone in 'Konghuan' will die. Die out!"
See, this is the shameless, inhuman, crazy clamor of a servant who sleeps with a young lady and then tries to get an official position and make a fortune!
The people sleeping in the backyard were awakened by his commotion. One of them cursed inwardly. She wanted to skin him alive, tear him apart, and rip him to pieces!
"You...you mustn't force me..." Zou Xiyun sobbed.
"Force me? Hehehe, you have to agree to this, whether you want to or not! Hehe. Let's feed you first." Pang Yu's cold laughter rang out, followed by a low growl like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. His heavy, labored breathing, mixed with Xiyun's sobbing moans, was particularly jarring in the moonlit night!
In the darkness, someone's teeth were grinding. His deep black pupils, filled with jealousy, resentment, and anger, seemed to pierce the night sky, tearing apart the beast who had spent the night in the young lady's boudoir!
Early the next morning, Fourth Brother, burdened with countless resentments, walked out of Zou Xiyun's boudoir. Amidst the angry glares of dancers, maids, and servants, he swaggered out of the Seven Show Pavilion.
His loyal and highly skilled bodyguard, Long Wu, was already waiting outside in his carriage. Fourth Brother approached with a knowing smile. He waved his hand, and the horse started, heading straight for the Grand Tutor's mansion.
Counting the night he spent at Zou Xiyun's before being tricked into going to the Princess's mansion by his brother-in-law, the Emperor, he had been away from home for four days. Four whole days without going back. Xiuxiang must be very worried.
Fourth Brother was thinking of his good wife. He kept urging Long Wu to speed up. He didn't care that the carriage was speeding, startling chickens and dogs on the street. Rotten vegetable leaves flew everywhere. He was rushing home
in a hurry. The carriage was about to have an accident. He hit someone.
There was a jolt. It seemed like he hit something. With a loud bang, the impact pushed him forward.
He almost got thrown out of the carriage! What the hell? Seventy miles per hour again?! Impossible!!!
Fourth Brother was greatly shocked. The one driving in front was Long Wu. The professional bodyguard carefully trained by his heartless father. Not some young master who drives blindly. If some blind fool were charging towards him, he would have spotted it beforehand and dealt with it in time. There was no way he'd crash into it. Besides, this was the Imperial Road. The Imperial Road! Only horses and carriages were allowed to pass. Ordinary people weren't permitted to cross. If there was a collision, it would be carriages colliding. But this feeling…
something was clearly wrong!
"Fourth Brother, he suddenly charged from the opposite street on his horse. He couldn't stop in time and crashed into us, his subordinates, who were incompetent enough not to dodge," Long Wu said respectfully.
"Hey! Which blind bastard dared to crash into this old lady!" Before Fourth Brother could even complain, the boy who crashed into him started cursing. And it was even a young girl's voice!
Fourth Brother was stunned. He hadn't expected a woman to dare crash into
a carriage on the Imperial Road in this era. She must have a death wish! Damn it! If I hadn't been so eager to see my precious Xiu Xiang, I would have killed you today.
"Long Wu, let's go. A good man doesn't fight with a woman. Let it go.
" Fourth Brother didn't want to linger on the road any longer.
"Hmph. Want to leave? Not so easy." A mocking, cold voice came from outside. A slender, graceful figure was reflected against the light on the curtain of the trunk. With a clang, a spear pierced the air. The spear tip sliced through the fabric, a flash of cold light bursting forth. The curtain was split in two. The silver spear pressed in, almost touching Pang Yu's face.
Long Wu, who was driving the carriage, did not make a move, which meant that the spear was not intended to kill. Or rather, he could have intervened at any time to neutralize the threat to his master. "
It's just a broken spear. What's Fourth Brother afraid of?" With a "snap," he grabbed the spear shaft and bent it with great force.
—Could a woman withstand Fourth Brother's strength?
Of course not. But this time, the silver spear did not budge!
Pang Yu was astonished. He leaned out to see which girl was so capable. The woman holding the spear also looked inside, wondering which bastard dared to twist her spear.
Their eyes met. They were all stunned!
A mere fraction of a second of pause. Brother reached back to draw his Fish Gut Sword. The woman flipped her wrist, her silver spear swung with tremendous force, violently dislodging Pang Yu's right hand from his grip on the spear shaft. She thrust it swiftly towards his chest.
Despite the perilous situation, Long Wu still did not intervene.
"Clang!" A dull thud of weapons clashing. The fiery silver spear stopped three inches from Pang Yu's chest—or rather, it was blocked by the Fish Gut Sword in Fourth Brother's hand.
Yes. Long Wu believed that he could stop it. That's why he didn't intervene.
This woman, who had clearly rushed in and yet still stubbornly thrust her spear at Fourth Brother, was actually a tall, fair-skinned beauty of twenty-six years old. She wore a bright red silk martial arts robe, a light red knee-length skirt, red boots, red belt, a red horse, and a red spear. Even the gauze short sleeves around her arms were a pale lotus-root red; her long legs were jade-like. Her curvaceous face was undeniably beautiful. Unfortunately, her phoenix eyes were cold. Her thick, dark eyelashes were twisted into two crescent-shaped arcs. Yang Yan,
the eldest daughter of the Yang family. "Hmph. Hmph hmph hmph hmph!" Fourth Brother recognized her pretty face and immediately let out a disdainful sneer. Yang Yan saw him. Her eyes widened in anger. With a twist of her slender yet voluptuous waist, she "whooshed" back halfway with her spear. She twirled it gracefully in the air, ready to thrust it in—when she lifted the carriage curtain earlier, the spear had already reached its limit, leaving her unable to exert force, which was why Pang Yu had grabbed it. This time, she was using all her strength and rage, aiming to crush him. One thrust would surely pierce his heart! The eldest daughter of the Yang family thrust the spear in fiercely. She thrust it in for a moment, then suddenly stopped. Because a snake-shaped knife was pressed against her snow-white, delicate neck. The blade was as white as snow, sending chills down one's spine. Without a doubt, it was Fifth Brother who had made the move. Having sensed that this unruly girl harbored murderous intent towards the young master, he absolutely could not allow the sharp tip of his spear to come within a foot of the young master's chest. Yang Yan remained motionless, her eyes filled with shock and anger. She hadn't expected that such a skilled fighter would be among the bandits' servants. She hadn't sensed a trace of murderous intent before, but the moment he struck, he subdued her! "Hahahaha!" Fourth Brother laughed as he stepped down from the carriage. He squinted, scrutinizing her from head to toe, staring intently at a certain protruding area for a long time before finally meeting her fierce, angry, and ashamed gaze. "Oh dear. Miss Yang. You've grown quite a bit in just a few days." He grinned slyly, his eyes filled with lewdness and ill intent. "You shameless lecher!" Yang Yan cursed him viciously. If it weren't for the incomparably sharp snake-shaped blade pressed against her neck, even the slightest movement would have caused blood to gush from her smooth, delicate skin. He'd definitely stab him seven or eight times to vent his anger. Now, all he can do is pitifully express his anger with his eyes. Damn it! You're the one who rode your horse and crashed into my carriage! And you dare to yell at me! Fourth Brother can't stand these self-righteous, arrogant young ladies who cause trouble and then blame others. He was originally going to slap them twice to teach them a lesson, but suddenly a brilliant idea flashed in his mind. He raised his hand to slap her face—no, not so fast. It was a "touch." His fingertips gently caressed her soft, white cheeks.

"Young Miss, the man standing before you is a gentleman." He took advantage of her with his wicked hands, grinning as he pressed his face against hers. "I only said your temper has gotten worse than before. How could you think of such filthy things? Alas, the world is going to the dogs. People's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Are all young ladies this open these days?"
"Pah!" Yang Yan trembled with anger. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, but she couldn't move. She could only let him wantonly flirt with and tease her, indulging his desires with his hands and mouth. His style was always to push his luck
. His wicked hand moved down, tracing across Yang Yan's slender neck and delicate collarbone, before sliding to her two high, prominent breasts.

(Chapter 271: Young

Miss Yang's First Time )
"Yang Yan shouted sharply. Her body was still trembling.
Fourth Brother's eyes narrowed into slits. He deliberately put on an expression even more lewd than Ren Huang's. He laughed and said, "What do I want to do? Doesn't Miss want to come out?" His large hand pushed forward, getting closer and closer to her high, jade
-like breasts. Even before it touched them, a heat had already quietly invaded Yang Yan's two sensitive nipples. It was hot and burning, both itchy and hot. She was so frightened that her face turned pale. She cried out in horror, "You...you dare to touch me again. This eldest sister will...will definitely kill you...will definitely cut you into a thousand pieces..."
How could Fourth Brother care about the woman's threat? He smiled with a lewd face and said, "To die under the peony flower is to be romantic even as a ghost. I am happy to be crushed by Miss Yang, this rose." His large hand gently stroked her.
Yang Yan's face, which had turned pale with anger, was now flushed pink. She trembled and said, "You...you dare?" "Though she said 'You dare,' she knew in her heart that this shameless servant would definitely dare. Thinking of what Pang Yu was about to do to her, Yang Yan felt a chill run down her spine. '
Go ahead and bump into me! Go ahead and run me over!' Pang Yu sneered, saying nothing, his hands already caressing her full breasts, gently kneading and twisting them. Yang Yan couldn't move; begging for mercy was useless. She was about to unleash a torrent of curses, but then she noticed a strange magic in Pang Yu's hands. Where his hands touched, there was a mixture of soreness, softness, itchiness, and numbness—a multitude of sensations washing over her." It seeped into her very bones, yet it was indescribably comfortable. This sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Even stranger, despite a thousand and one unwilling feelings, and a clear desire to break free from this wicked man's clutches, her body involuntarily moved closer to Pang Yu. Inch by inch, closer and closer, her breathing became short and labored, and her beautiful face flushed crimson.
Yang Yan pleaded in a trembling voice, "No...no...please...let me go...I..." Pang Yu suddenly cupped her burning cheek with his other hand. His lips brushed against her ear, and he whispered, "Miss Yang, do you...really want me to let you go?" Yang
Yan trembled all over. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She gasped as if she had lost control of her bladder, her long black hair disheveled. "I...I don't know...please...you..."
At this moment, Long Wu's snake knife had been withdrawn and was no longer held to her neck. However, Yang Yan was completely weak from Pang Yu's casual manipulations and could not move at all. She could only watch helplessly as he held her around the waist, trembling and gasping for breath, watching this sly, yet handsome, servant wantonly ravage her tender body, which had never been touched by any man in the past six years of her youthful and fiery life except when she was held by her father as a child.
Today, Yang Yan was wearing a tight-fitting martial arts uniform, which covered her entire body, especially her lower abdomen, which was tightly wrapped with several waist wraps. However, she was still as slender as a willow, small enough to be grasped in one hand. It only wrapped around her small waist, but it did not feel thin or hard at all. Even with such thick silk waist wraps, it was still very elastic to the touch. With a casual pinch of his fingers, her firm and tender abdominal muscles were completely suppressed. It bounced back. It was as if he had grasped a mermaid, her waist twisting and her tail swaying.
Yang Yan, her sensitive spot touched by Pang Yu's arm around her waist, immediately bit her pink lips and let out a soft "Mmm." She twisted her serpentine waist, trying to break free. Her small waistline twisted and stretched in Pang Yu's hand. The firm, elastic muscles felt wonderfully smooth. Her skin was as tender and smooth as jade tofu. He almost couldn't bear to let go.
Yang Yan's soft, beautiful back, leaning against him, was indescribably exquisite: not only soft, moist, and fragrant, but also possessing a captivating quality. It touched his chest... It solidified instantly. The touch was like the finest melt-in-your-mouth cream; once the force was applied, the snow-white skin slipped open, the touch smooth and creamy, like applying fine powder. It felt like holding a ferret that had taken human form.
Yang Yan's body was probably the most sensitive of all the women Pang Yu had ever "touched." His other hand was merely pressed tightly against her soft, plump breasts. Even though it was just a light press, without moving much, Yang Yan's breathing gradually became heavy and labored. She would occasionally let out a soft "mmm." Her round, beautiful buttocks, almost pressed against his thighs, didn't sway. Her two beautiful, weak legs kicked weakly, and even her fair thighs trembled in waves. Then, he didn't really tease her much. Just two fingers accidentally touched the tender, hard protrusion that was almost bursting out from under her bra. Yang Yan's body, limp in his arms, trembled. Her fair neck and pretty face flushed red. She gripped his hand tightly and gasped for breath. She shouted loudly to attract attention. She clenched her teeth tightly, letting out rapid, muffled sounds: "Ooh ooh ooh ooh... ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh... ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh—" Sweet saliva dripped from her cherry-like lips, landing on Pang Yu's hand. Suddenly, her waist arched, her whole body tensing. He had pressed his hard, iron-like member against her wet, glistening vulva from behind. Instantly, she gritted her teeth, incoherent, unable to stop the wanton moans from her lips: "So itchy... so sore... ahhhhh
... I'm going to die... ahhhhhh—"
Amidst the intoxicating moans, Yang Yan's limbs went weak from the impact. Her head shook wildly. She barely managed to hold on, her body completely drained of strength. Her vibrant, delicate body slumped in Pang Yu's arms, the flush on her neck and chest gradually fading. Only her delicate, snow-white breasts rose and fell silently.
Normally, Fourth Brother would have probably pulled her into the carriage and taken advantage of her—given Yang Yan's domineering nature, Fourth Brother had never liked her. But now he had to use Yang Yan to stage a one-against-three show. Being too hasty would mean losing the other two. Fourth Brother wasn't in a hurry. He'd had his fill of "playing" today. He smiled and released her.
"Long Wu, let's go. Back to the manor." Pang Yu jumped into the carriage.
Yang Yan had lost her virginity for the first time in her life. She was experiencing unbearable pleasure, completely drained of strength. When Pang Yu let go, she almost collapsed. She managed to stay upright by grabbing the reins. Seeing that Pang Yu had finished "bullying" her and was about to leave, she cried out, "You...you can't go..." Her voice was soft and cloying, unlike the usual spirited and dashing Miss Yang's coquettish scolding. It sounded more like the whispered words of lovers in bed.
"—The lover isn't satisfied yet. Of course, he'll shout 'Don't go!'"
Fourth Brother completely ignored him. He gave the carriage hand a signal. The carriage started and headed towards the Grand Tutor's mansion.
Yang Yan, usually arrogant, couldn't swallow the humiliation inflicted by Pang Yu. She raised her silver spear, ready to chase after him, but then realized her crotch was wet and cool. It turned out her snowy buttocks were soaked with juice. Even the white silk under her skirt was wet, dripping wetly. Instantly, she blushed with shame, even her neck turning red. She no longer dared to think of chasing after him.
Pang Yu's voice came from afar.
"Not convinced? Fine. Young Master Yang. Tomorrow at three-quarters past Chen (7:45 AM), at Qili Slope outside the city, my dear Fourth Brother will be waiting for you to take revenge. Ahahaha—"
Hearing his triumphant laughter, Yang Yan almost fainted from anger. She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth and stomped her foot hard. He leaped onto his horse and headed back to Tianbo Mansion to change his clothes.
It was still early morning. There weren't many pedestrians on either side of the carriage. However, a man wearing a heavy veil was secretly observing from the side, leading his horse. When he heard Pang Yu shout, "Tomorrow at 3:45 AM, seven li outside the city," the man's eyebrows, hidden by the veil, twitched slightly. A cold smile was faintly visible on his lips!
After four days and half a morning, Fourth Brother had finally returned home.
"Hahahaha! Fourth Brother, I'm back again! Hahahaha—" As soon as the carriage stopped, he jumped down impatiently, laughed three times, and walked away.
The current Fourth Brother is not only the leader whom the Crown Prince Party wholeheartedly admires, but he also holds unparalleled prestige within the Grand Tutor's mansion. As one walks into the mansion, from the row of white marble steps leading to the screen wall and courtyard inside, the entire procession is greeted with respectful bows and shouts of "Good morning, Fourth Brother!" It's like a mafia gathering, where the eldest brother is followed by a group of underlings bowing and shouting "Boss!"
"Whoosh—" Pang Yu pushes open the gate of Chunmanyuan. A…
lewd, vulgar, and obscene face greets him. It's none other than Chuixue, with Wanrendi beside him.
Chuixue is stunned for a moment, then jumps up shouting, "Lord Marquis! Lord Marquis! You're finally back! I've missed you terribly!" Wanrendi's reaction is even more "intense." He throws down the pig's trotter he's currently gnawing on, his greasy mouth reaching out to express his longing for his master.
"Stop it, all of you!" Fourth Brother stopped his two useless henchmen from their overly excited behavior. He went straight to them and asked, "Where's Xiuxiang? Where is she? Tell me, tell me, tell me!
" Before Chuixue could speak, there was a loud crash. The copper basin fell. Fourth Brother turned around and saw a pretty girl in a green dress standing under a red tree not far away. Her features were still as beautiful as ever, only her body was slightly thinner. The girl saw his face clearly and let out a joyful exclamation: "Brother Pang!"
Pang Yu's heart surged with joy. How familiar that voice was! A voice calling out, "Brother Pang!" "It sounded like heavenly music to my ears. That was Xiuxiang's special way of addressing him. Only she would call him that!
He subconsciously opened his arms. A soft body, carrying a faint fragrance, rushed into his embrace.
A delicate and pretty face. A small, upturned mouth. Bright, sparkling tears welled up in her star-like eyes. Beneath her dark, arched eyebrows, her clear, autumn-water eyes were filled with endless joy.
Pang Yu looked at her pretty face with affection, gently stroking her smooth cheek: "Xiuxiang... my good darling... I'm so sorry you've missed me these past few days..."
The lovely girl in his arms murmured again, like a baby swallow: "Brother Pang..." Before the words were finished, Pang Yu pulled her close and kissed her deeply on the lips. (To be continued. For more chapters, please visit www.qidian.com. Support the author and read the original!)

Chapter 272 Xiu Xiang's Sacrifice (Part 1)

Pang Yu kissed her lips with unpretentious tenderness.
Di Xiu Xiang gasped, her voice so sweet.
Their lips met, and they kissed tightly, as if this moment was eternity.
Five seconds... ten seconds... fifteen seconds... twenty seconds...
Fourth Brother's trembling, lingering kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, as if he wanted to deepen his love for Di Xiu Xiang. All his love and remorse were poured into that kiss.
This was the Song Dynasty, a time of strict social norms. In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, what man would dare express his love to a woman in such a "intense" way?
No one. Only Fourth Brother dared! He embraced Xiu Xiang's slender, delicate waist, delivering a passionate, wet kiss. Even the usually
shameless Chui Xue stared, her eyes wide with astonishment. Her admiration for the Marquis surged like a mighty river. Look! Look! This is the skill honed through years of navigating the world of women! Such a deep and affectionate kiss! Which girl could possibly harbor even a hint of resentment towards the Marquis? The Marquis had been "leisurely" outside for four days and four nights. Returning home, he embraced the woman who had been left alone... Just one kiss from the young mistress. Yes. Just one. All the young mistress's resentment vanished instantly.
The Marquis is indeed the Marquis. So incredibly wise!
For a long, long time, Pang Yu reluctantly pulled away from Xiu Xiang's soft, full lips.
Poor Xiu Xiang had been kissed passionately by "Brother Pang," whom she had missed day and night. Her tender, fresh lips were slightly swollen. Her eyes were glazed over. Her pretty face was flushed. Even her body felt weak. As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." After two people fall in love, occasional separations allow them to better appreciate each other's deep affection. All her longing and attachment were rewarded in Pang Yu's long kiss.
"Brother Pang. Where have you been these past few days? Xiu Xiang missed you so much." Nestled in her older brother's warm embrace, her rosy cheeks flushed with a smile. She was enveloped in a deep sense of happiness.
"Ahem!" Pang Yu coughed twice. The shrewd-minded Chuixue Wanrendi, who had been watching the scene, quickly left. Once they were out of the garden, Pang Yu pulled Xiuxiang into his arms and carried her into the room. He sat down on the bedside table, biting her ear and grinning, "My dear, I have good news for you. Brother Pang is going to get promoted and become rich!"
Xiuxiang exclaimed happily. She had grown up in poverty and hadn't received much education. She didn't have any grand ambitions; she only wanted to watch her younger brother grow up quickly and become successful, and then spend her life with Brother Pang. However, she also knew that Brother Pang was currently just a lowly servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion. Promotion and wealth were things most men would desire, and seeing how excited Brother Pang was, she naturally became happy too. A joyful smile bloomed on her beautiful face.
"These past few days, my elder brother went to the palace. Introduced by Consort Pang, he saw the Emperor in person..." Pang Yu knew she was curious about where he had been these past few days, but was too embarrassed to ask, so he simply "confessed" himself. "His Majesty said that Pang Si is both a man of great talent and military prowess, the most outstanding young man I have seen in the past ten years. He intends to entrust me with full responsibility for the great task of suppressing the rebels. His Majesty is wise indeed. He specially kept me in the palace for a personal briefing and even bestowed upon me a state banquet. A state banquet! What a treasure! Only imperial relatives and high-ranking officials can enjoy such a feast!" Fourth Brother was not exaggerating or lying to his beloved wife. His brother-in-law had entrusted him with the task of suppressing the "illusionary" rebels. He had forcibly entrusted him with it, imprisoning him in the imperial jail for a "personal briefing," and indeed, he had been granted a state banquet. Moreover, it was a unique event in the world, a state banquet that even imperial relatives and high-ranking officials could not enjoy. —The Emperor himself brought roast chicken and wine to the prison, personally accompanying him to the banquet. Wasn't this an unparalleled state banquet, unique in the world? Fourth Brother was being modest, afraid that Xiu Xiang would be too surprised
. Hearing that Brother Pang had met the Emperor, Xiu Xiang was so excited that she almost cried. Silently, she prayed, "God, if my brother could be saved, that would be wonderful. Xiuxiang is so happy. It's just... just four more days without seeing him. Xiuxiang... would be willing..."
"Xiuxiang, you've lost weight." Holding her slender, soft body, Pang Yu felt both tenderness and affection.
"Xiuxiang... Xiuxiang misses her brother. I haven't seen him for days. Xiuxiang... I'm so worried. I can't even eat..." Di Xiuxiang bit her lip shyly, her voice as soft as a whisper. Then she shook her head desperately. "Xiuxiang... it doesn't matter if Xiuxiang loses weight. As long as her brother can be saved, Xiuxiang... even if she suffers more, it doesn't matter."
"My darling!" Pang Yu hugged her even tighter, his heart overflowing with sweet affection and tenderness. He spoke with deep affection. "Brother Pang swears. From now on, I will never let you suffer the pain of unrequited love again. I will never again leave without a word and not come home!"
"No. Brother Pang, if the Emperor has an urgent matter and summons you, you don't need to worry about me..."
"How can that be!" Pang
Yu said. "Nothing is more important than my good wife!"
Seeing her brother's solemn expression, Di Xiuxiang felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. She softly said, "Brother Pang, can...can I ask you something?" As she spoke, a faint blush rose on her face. Dimples appeared, and she smiled charmingly. Her beauty was extremely captivating. Pang Yu couldn't help but be moved. He held her and sat her on his lap.
"What is it?"
Xiuxiang looked at Pang Yu shyly and said softly, "Brother, one day when you become powerful, wealthy, and have many wives and concubines, will...will you not want Xiuxiang anymore?"
"No, big brother will be with you forever!" Pang Yu met her shy gaze. She hugged him tighter, her expression full of deep affection. "My dear. If Brother Pang gets promoted, I will definitely petition the Emperor to bestow a title upon you as well. We can't be biased, can we? You love me, and I love you. That will never change." These few words were more effective than a thousand romantic pronouncements. Xiu Xiang felt a warmth in her heart, growing sweeter with each passing day. She recalled her longing for her big brother these past few days, thinking of his face, his smile, his embrace. With him right before her, the long-held desire almost burst forth.
Leaning against Pang Yu's broad chest, feeling his warm embrace, Di Xiu Xiang became even more shy and speechless. She whispered, "Brother Pang, I will remember your words for a lifetime. Xiu Xiang will always be your woman!"
Pang Yu's heart pounded. Listening to Xiu Xiang's soft words, he felt his heart overflow with love. He couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her face. He gently turned her around and kissed her deeply. The kiss sent a flush of heat through Xiu Xiang's body, her face growing even more shy. She gasped, "Brother Pang, are you...are you tired?"
Pang Yu's heart stirred. He whispered, "Mmm. A little.
"
Xiu Xiang lowered her voice even further, her small hands clutching her clothes. She murmured, "Then...then...if possible, let's...let's..." Before she could finish, her face was already burning red. She struggled against the overwhelming shame, pointing towards the bed. She clearly had something to say, but was too ashamed to utter it.
How could Pang Yu not know her feelings? But remembering Xiu Xiang's terror that night, he hesitated. He whispered in her ear, "Really...is that so? Brother Pang is afraid..."
Xiu Xiang's body trembled. Her expression shy, she said, "Yes...yes. Brother Pang, Xiu Xiang misses you so much...I want to give you anything..." Her small hands twisted together. She whispered very softly, "Brother Pang, I... Xiuxiang won't be as scared as last time..." Her words were gentle and tender, her voice filled with lingering affection. Yet, her clear eyes shone with a resolute light.
Pang Yu recalled their intimate moment in Xiuxiang's room that day, which had touched upon the trauma she suffered at the Prince of An Ding's residence. He hadn't been able to help her overcome the shadows in her heart. Therefore, although he and Xiuxiang had been incredibly close these past few days, they had never mentioned sex. Now, however, Xiuxiang had mustered her courage and offered herself to him, demonstrating the sincerity of her feelings. He felt both tenderness and emotion, and whispered, "Xiuxiang, I... I really can?"
Xiuxiang suppressed her shyness, and only in the midst of her overwhelming joy and passion could she utter these words. Her heart pounded. Hearing Pang Yu's gentle question, she blushed again and turned her head away. She said softly, "Of course... Xiuxiang is Brother Pang's wife. A wife should... should... accompany her husband..." Her voice trailed off, too shy to even lift her head. A pinkish hue shone through her fair skin, captivating all who saw it.
Pang Yu felt a surge of emotion. He sat up straight, gazing lovingly at the lovely woman in his arms: "Xiuxiang, do you know? Meeting you is fate. Falling in love with you is beauty. Being with you is a blessing. Brother Pang will never fail you in this life. If I had to put a time limit on my love, I hope it would be... ten thousand years!"
Xiuxiang couldn't bear such passionate words. She let out a soft moan and buried her head in his chest, her heart pounding like a drum. She murmured, "Me too. Xiuxiang... Xiuxiang will always be with Brother Pang."
Their hands slowly clasped together, embracing each other. Their lips met tightly, and the soft, wet kisses echoed in the room, an indescribable warmth and joy. A tender and enchanting moment. At this moment, Pang Yu's heart belonged only to Xiu Xiang. And Xiu Xiang's heart belonged only to him. The two fell into a whirlpool of tenderness, inseparable. Kissing, embracing, caressing—everything was filled with deep affection. At the height of their passion,
Xiu Xiang's heart fluttered. Leaning against Pang Yu's ear, her face flushed, she whispered, "Brother Pang, Xiu Xiang… Xiu Xiang is giving you everything today…" Her jade-like hands gently caressed Pang Yu's upper body, slowly undressing him.
Pang Yu lifted Xiu Xiang horizontally, gently placing her delicate body on the headboard.

(Chapter 273 Xiu Xiang's Sacrifice (Part Two)

My darling, you're so beautiful, you look beautiful in anything.) Looking at Xiuxiang's flushed face on the bed, Pang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Xiuxiang felt a sweet warmth in her heart, her cheeks suddenly turning even redder. She murmured softly, "Brother Pang, I...I want to take my clothes off...take them off..." She trailed off, overcome with shyness.
Pang nodded and continued, "Shall I help you take them off?"
Xiuxiang lay on the bed, her face burning with embarrassment, her silence a tacit agreement.
Pang's heart fluttered. He took a deep breath, carefully reached out, loosened the ties of her clothes, and whispered, "Baby, can you sit up?" "
Xiuxiang hummed in agreement and obediently sat up. Since the sash had been loosened, her robes fell open, revealing the same undergarment she wore last time. Finally able to offer herself to Brother Pang, she felt a mixture of shyness and joy, her heart pounding wildly. With her robes undone, her fair skin was exposed to the air, a few drops of fragrant sweat slowly trickling down her cheeks. Her beauty possessed a captivating charm of a young girl, instantly causing Pang to flutter wildly, almost losing control. He barely managed to regain his composure, placing his hands on Xiuxiang's shoulders and gently pulling them apart.
Whether it was Xiuxiang's delicate skin being too smooth, or the robes being perceptive and yielding on their own, they followed Xiuxiang's gentle movements... Her slender, lotus-root-like arms slid down and gently landed on the bed.
In the summer, she wore very little; once her outer garment was removed, only a small undergarment remained. Having learned his lesson from their previous encounter, Pang dared not act rashly. He peered at Xiu Xiang's expression, seeing her eyes hazy, as if in a dream. Though she possessed a girlish shyness, she showed no resistance. He took a deep breath, about to remove the last vestige of her upper body covering, when he suddenly heard Xiu Xiang softly say, "Brother Pang, wait...wait a minute..."
In Pang's heart, Xiu Xiang's feelings were more important than anything else. Hearing her say "wait," he stopped without hesitation and asked softly, "Are you still afraid?" His tone was full of concern.
Xiu Xiang gently shook her head, biting her pink lips shyly, and said, "Brother Pang, you...you haven't truly seen...seen my body...right?" Pang
hummed in agreement, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at her.
Xiuxiang's pretty face flushed. She spoke softly, almost inaudibly, "I...I can do it myself..." She reached behind her back, slowly closed her eyes, and untied the ribbons of her bodice. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Her small hands loosened, and the only covering on her chest fell away.
Instantly, Xiuxiang's delicate, porcelain-like body was revealed naked before Pang's eyes.
Pang's breath caught in his throat. He felt a slight dizziness, his blood boiling, and he barely dared to breathe. He took a breath. Before him lay a jade-like body, so youthful and vibrant, so fresh and lovely. There wasn't a single flaw to be found. What was truly admirable was her perfectly proportioned figure, which accentuated her pair of small, snow-white breasts, almost too large to grasp, perfectly complementing her rounded shoulders. Her softness was almost natural. A faint blush clung to her almost translucent, delicate skin, as if blending into her shy expression.
Even with Fourth Brother's exceptional learning, his mind went blank. He thought, "How many poems and songs are there in the world? How many profound discussions and brilliant sayings? How many famous quotes and elegant phrases? But… but… Xiuxiang's body is so beautiful, where can I find a single word to describe it?" "At this moment, in his heart, Xiu Xiang's beauty far surpasses the 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' far exceeding the 'Tune of Qing Ping.' Even if Sima Xiangru and Li Bai were alive today, they might not be able to express it.
In an instant, Pang felt his whole body burning hot, staring intently at his precious darling. Every inch of her delicate skin that his gaze swept over made his heart skip a beat. Seeing Brother Pang looking at her like this, Xiu Xiang became even more shy, lowering her head and whispering, 'Brother Pang... Brother Pang...'
Pang's body trembled, realizing he had touched a nerve with her again, and hurriedly asked, 'What's wrong?'
Xiu Xiang's cheeks flushed with nervousness, and she whispered, 'Um... skirt, skirt... can you take it off?'"
Pang, gazing at her bare upper body, was already breathing rapidly, his blood surging, his mind a blur. Hearing Xiuxiang's words, his heart pounded even harder. He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and placed his hands on her waist as if facing a formidable enemy, carefully and slowly pulling down the hem of her skirt.
Xiuxiang exhaled a soft, wet breath, closing her eyes in embarrassment, not daring to look. She only felt Pang's fingers carefully removing her skirt, pausing for a moment, then moving on to remove her underpants. Xiuxiang let out a soft "Mmm," her brows trembling. She felt a mix of panic, shame, and nervousness, still afraid to open her eyes. Her mind raced with thoughts like, "He...he took off...my body...Brother Pang saw it all..."
Pang, however, kept his eyes closed, relying solely on instinct to pull down her underpants, afraid that if he looked as he undressed her, he would immediately lose control. As the underpants slid down her two fair and delicate legs, Pang's heart pounded faster and faster . He took a deep breath and
opened his eyes.
Upon opening them, Pang couldn't help but gasp in astonishment, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his chest. He murmured, "Xiu...Xiuxiang...you...you're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!"
Xiuxiang, completely naked, her delicate figure now utterly undisguised. Hearing Brother Pang's heartfelt praise, Xiuxiang opened her eyes, gazing at him shyly. A blush rose to her pretty face, her snow-white skin accentuated by her rosy cheeks, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Seemingly stimulated by Pang Ge's gaze, Xiu Xiang's two delicate nipples trembled shyly with her heartbeat, and a few drops of clear dew seeped from her secret place... At this moment, her entire body was a breathtaking sight; her shy yet affectionate face, though silent, spoke volumes.
Pang Ge saw not only Xiu Xiang's pure and alluring beauty, but also her deepest affection for him. For a moment, he could hardly breathe, unable to think of anything else, only wanting to bring Xiu Xiang the most fulfilling and joyful happiness. He gently cupped her face and leaned forward to tenderly kiss her lips.
Xiu Xiang returned the kiss with lingering affection, though her kiss was more passionate than ever before. Their tongues intertwined endlessly, and a continuous flow of affection quickly spread between their intimate bodies.
Long kisses, short kisses, wet kisses, French kisses—the intervals between them were filled with their loving breaths. Xiu Xiang's delicate body had somehow become leaning against Pang Ge, awkwardly removing his remaining clothes. Pang gently stroked Xiu Xiang's soft, long hair, caressing her fragrant shoulders and neck, while kissing her to intoxicate her heart.
Xiu Xiang's emotions were like waves crashing against each other. After a long, passionate kiss, she breathed heavily, murmuring with unbearable longing, "Brother Pang... I'm... I'm... so hot..."
Pang was also deeply moved by the kiss, his heart pounding with desire, but he refrained from further action for fear of startling Xiu Xiang. By this time, their clothes were completely removed, and they lay naked before each other, their passion overflowing, beyond the control of a passionate kiss. Xiu Xiang slowly lay down on the bed, her chest rising and falling, her breath soft and gentle, waiting for Brother Pang's "action."
Pang sat down beside Xiu Xiang and whispered softly, "My darling, if you feel uncomfortable later, please tell me." Xiu Xiang's breathing eased slightly, and she looked back at him with boundless tenderness, murmuring, "Pang... Brother Pang, don't worry... I... in my heart right now... there's only you, big brother..." As she spoke, she reached out a slender hand and gently grasped Pang's hand, her eyes dreamily murmuring, "But... you have to be gentle, okay? Xiu Xiang... being with someone she likes... is a first for her... so... so..." As she spoke, her cheeks were already flushed, delicate and lovely.
Pang tightened his grip on Di Xiu Xiang's hand, gently kissed her cheek, and smiled, "Okay, Brother Pang understands. If you're not gentle enough, you can hit me."
Xiu Xiang felt a surge of sweetness in her heart and whispered, "Then... Brother Pang... come on."
Facing her beautiful and charming body, Pang's blood was already boiling just looking at her, and the kiss just now only fueled his burning passion. Even at this moment, what Pang cared about most was Xiu Xiang's feelings. With a hand full of affection, he slowly touched Xiu Xiang's shoulder, gradually and gently stroking downwards, lightly circling her slender arm before moving towards her chest.
When Pang's fingers gently touched Xiu Xiang's lovely breasts, both of their bodies trembled simultaneously. Di Xiu Xiang, already shy and unable to contain herself, was further aroused by this touch, her cheeks flushing crimson, her heart in turmoil, and she couldn't help but exhale a soft "ah," a voice full of a young girl's delicate breath.
Pang's ten fingers gently touched Xiuxiang's breasts, caressing them lightly. He felt their smooth, soft texture, and an indescribable, wonderful sensation instantly spread throughout his body. He couldn't bear to put them down, and his heart pounded. He said, "Xiuxiang, are you alright? If it's not alright..."
Xiuxiang's eyelashes trembled, and she gazed at Pang with extreme shyness. She whispered, "Pang... Brother Pang... I'm fine... I'm fine... really, please..." Pang nodded and continued to gently rub her nipples with his fingers, his palms lightly caressing her firm breasts.
As Pang's hands moved, Xiuxiang's mood seemed to relax, yet also to tighten even more. Her graceful body swayed gently with arousal, and her lips uttered alluring moans: "Mmm...mmm...ah...ha...mmm...ah..." The shyness of her breath and the allure of her moans captivated Pang, almost making him drunk. As he listened, he became even more aroused, his blood surging, and his hands moved faster. A pair of small, delicate nipples gradually swelled with blood, honestly reflecting her inner pleasure. (To be continued... For more chapters, please support the author and read the original!)

Chapter 274 Xiuxiang's Sacrifice (Part 3)

Great men teach us that truth is the sole criterion for testing reality.
Fourth Brother integrated his entire 6t collection. After dozens of practice sessions... This teasing... aroused Xiuxiang's heart with excitement and heat. Yet, she couldn't help but feel shy. Her face flushed like a peach blossom. Her delicate appearance, coupled with her shy expression, filled Pang Yu with both tenderness and pity. He feared that his actions might be too rough and overwhelm Xiu Xiang, who was trying to be affectionate. He whispered softly, "Baby...are you alright?"
Xiu Xiang's cherry lips parted slightly, letting out a few alluring moans before she gasped for breath, saying, "Ah...oh...Brother Pang...I...I...I like it so much..." She gasped again, her slender hands pressing against the bed as she sat up, whispering, "Brother Pang...I...I want you...to hold me...okay?"
Hearing his beloved's soft plea, how could Pang Yu refuse? He wrapped his large arm around Xiu Xiang's soft body, caressing every inch of her smooth, fair skin. Xiu Xiang, held by her older brother, was immersed in his overwhelming love. Her breathing quickened: "Ah...uh...ah..."
Each of her passionate moans was like a drizzle of honey on Pang Yu's heart. Sweeter than honey, more cloying than honey. The more Pang Yu listened, the more excited he became. His lower body surged with heat, his erection ready to strike. His hands roamed freely over Xiu Xiang's body, caressing her delicate skin, kissing her shoulders and neck repeatedly, but refusing to kiss her lips, so that he could hear her beautiful cries. Xiu Xiang clung tightly to Pang Yu, stroking his strong back, her legs unconsciously rubbing against each other, a stream of fluid flowing between her thighs.
Pang Yu kissed Xiu Xiang's ear and whispered, "Xiu Xiang...you...your voice is so beautiful. It's simply...it's simply..."
Xiu Xiang, already lost in passion, felt even more shy upon hearing Pang Yu's words. She murmured, "It's...what?"
Pang Yu reached out and rubbed Xiu Xiang's slender waist, whispering, "It's...it's so beautiful, I want to hear it again and again. Can you call me that every day from now on?" As he spoke, his hand moved down, stroking her buttocks back and forth with tenderness.
Even if Xiuxiang was naive and knew nothing of matters between men and women, she was already doing it. Brother Pang said he wanted to hear it every day, which meant he wanted to "do it" every day. Instantly, her jade-like cheeks burned with embarrassment. Yet, with his touch, she couldn't help but let out a moan. Her voice was beautiful, carrying a hint of newly awakened reserve, yet unable to hide the intense pleasure, even more intense than her previous moans. It seemed to provide a footnote to Pang Yu's words. She gasped for breath, saying dreamily, "Pang Yu...you...how could you...teasing me...ah...ahhhhh..."
Pang Yu's breathing quickened. He gently stroked her smooth, white legs, slowly moving towards the inside of her thighs. The smooth, delicate feeling, like jade, instantly spread throughout her heart, carrying a rich fragrance that intoxicated her.
"Ah. Brother Pang Yu—" Xiuxiang's beautiful eyes widened. Feeling his hot, large hand pressing down on her small hand, she knew they were about to get to the main event. Her heart pounded, and she couldn't help but softly call out. Her body, glowing with a radiant red light, swayed unconsciously. A captivating moan escaped her lips.
Pang Yu continued to caress her delicate skin, softly asking, "Baby... will you still call me Brother Pang?" Xiu Xiang's starry eyes were half-open. She looked at Pang Yu with adoration, her cheeks flushed. She murmured, "Then... then... um... I'll call you... um..." Before she could finish, Pang Yu slowly lay down on his side. The two lay face to face on the bed, intertwined. Xiu Xiang felt as if she had jumped into a fire, her body burning hot. A stream of fluid flowed down, moistening between her legs. She whispered, "Brother Pang, my... my heart... is beating so fast..."
"Hey. You should call me 'good husband'," Pang Yu corrected her, helping her lie on her back on the bed, himself hovering above her. It was the traditional woman-on-top position. He whispered, "Xiu Xiang, big brother... no. Good husband is about to begin." Xiu Xiang cried out, seeing Pang Yu's erect penis, already poised and ready. He could enter her body so easily. She couldn't help but feel nervous. She whispered, "I...Xiuxiang won't be afraid...I definitely won't..."
Seeing that Xiuxiang's expression was extremely resolute, yet still somewhat shy, Pang Yu first gave her a reassuring smile. The two kissed deeply again. Pang Yu pressed her delicate shoulders, his waist slowly lowering. His tip touched her moist, thin skin. Before even entering, Xiuxiang felt a heat spread through her body. She let out a soft cry, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, her expression extremely complex. Looking at Pang Yu with a hint of resentment, she softly called out, "Husband..."
This call was like the most potent aphrodisiac, seeping into Pang Yu's heart like ripples spreading outwards. The voice was intoxicatingly beautiful, full of genuine affection. Pang Yu felt a surge of desire upon hearing it, and his member suddenly grew thicker and longer. He whispered, "Xiuxiang... my darling!" His thick waist moved forward, beginning to enter Xiuxiang's tender lower body. Xiuxiang was still a virgin. That place was extremely tight and dense. His thick penis (long live harmony) had only inserted half of it before it got stuck and wouldn't go any deeper.
Xiuxiang cried out "Ah!" Her delicate
body trembled violently. Honey fluid was forced to flow slowly. Xiuxiang moaned and cried out on Pang Yu's shoulder, "Husband... um... ah... oh... I... slower... ah... ah ah ah ah—"
Pang Yu had been trying to go deeper, but when he heard Xiuxiang's cry, he quickly stopped and withdrew first. He took a breath and whispered, "Darling, is this... not good?" "
Xiuxiang gasped softly. Her large breasts, large enough to be grasped in one hand, heaved violently. She finally regained her senses and shook her head, softly saying, 'No...no...I...Xiuxiang is so happy...really...I can...can be with Brother Pang...it's like this...Xiuxiang likes it so much...' As she spoke, tears welled in her eyes, her face bathed in joy, only a hint of pain from the intense stimulation.
Pang Yu lowered his body and gently kissed her cherry lips, whispering, 'My darling...Brother Pang swears. I will love you for ten thousand years. I will be with you for all eternity.
' Xiuxiang gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, revealing a loving smile. She softly said, 'Yes. Xiuxiang...Xiuxiang also wants to be with Brother Pang...never to be apart...' Xiuxiang's eyes were alluring. Her tender, moist lips once again covered Pang Yu's cheek, gradually moving to his lips. Just before their lips touched..." She called out passionately, "Brother Pang, take good care of Xiuxiang..." Her beautiful face bloomed so close to his. Her delicate arms wrapped around Pang Yu's neck again. Before he could answer, her full lips pressed firmly against his.
Pang Yu's eyes suddenly turned dark and bright. He gently called Xiuxiang's name, gently thrusting his hips, slowly penetrating deeper. He whispered, "Baby, your husband is here." His swollen member pressed against her wet crotch, slowly pushing in with the lubrication. His abdomen rubbed against her flat stomach, the skin feeling like silk. He was instantly captivated. Most of his penis was inside. The muscles in her crotch finally relaxed a little. With a "squeak," a small amount of fluid was squeezed out. He felt so good that he tilted his head back and exhaled a long breath.
"No! Wait! Brother Pang!" Di Xiuxiang suddenly cried out. Pang Yu quickly pulled back from the brink. He came out in surprise and said, "What happened, Xiu? You...you don't want to?"
Xiu Xiang blushed and said, "No, no, Brother Pang, get up. I...I forgot something."
As she spoke, she turned her head away shyly and reached out with difficulty to reach the shirt that had been taken off beside her. She took out a white silk handkerchief from the inner pocket.
Pang Yu thought he had startled her and was uneasy. But when he saw her pull out a clean white square handkerchief, he couldn't help but laugh and cry. That's how the custom was in ancient times. When a girl gave her first time to her husband, she always put a white silk handkerchief under her to catch the blood. To prove her purity. But for him, for the woman he loved, he wanted her virginity so that they could both remember the sweetness and joy of their union, not so that she would lie trembling on that small square of cloth, her mind preoccupied with testing her fidelity. He wanted Xiuxiang to also enjoy the sweetness of lovemaking, not just one-sided devotion.
Xiuxiang was biting her lip, shyly trying to place the white cloth under her buttocks. Pang Yu grabbed the white cloth and threw it aside. Xiuxiang's eyes widened in surprise. She asked in confusion, "Brother Pang, what are you doing?"
"No need for that. Big brother wants romance. Romance. Do you understand?"
Xiuxiang nodded, seemingly understanding.
Pang Yu smiled and put his hands under Xiuxiang's buttocks, kneading the two soft mounds like dough. A warm, intoxicating smile played on his lips as he whispered in her ear, "My darling, is it okay now?" "
Xiuxiang let out a soft moan, her face burning red. She nodded weakly,
her body limp. Pang Yu pressed her burning body tightly against his chest, gently blowing hot breath on her hot earlobe. Di Xiuxiang cried out, as if an electric current had passed through her body. A wave of indescribable pleasure and numbness washed over her, her body tensing. She was too nervous and shy to speak.
Pang Yu roused himself, his penis pressed tightly against her buttocks, and whispered tenderly, "My darling, my wife, I'm coming—" With a gentle thrust, his hot tip pierced her delicate body. A bright little flower bloomed on the white sheets beneath them.
Xiuxiang let out a soft moan, her face a mixture of pain and bliss. Her delicate body pressed tightly against her brother's chest, tears of pride streaming down her face, she said, "Brother Pang, Xiang will always be yours!" "
Is there any more arousing word in the world?" Pang Yu felt something rush to his head and explode inside. Male hormones gushed out like molten lava...
"Baby. Good baby. Big brother loves you!"
"Brother Pang—" Accompanied by Xiu Xiang's low, sobbing murmur, Pang Yu's deep love was fully expressed in her tender, newly blossoming flower. Chapter

275 "Playing" the Young Lady Again

The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me, the little birds say good morning, why are you... I'm going to a brothel, the girls in the brothel are good, once in bed, shout loudly, brother is happy, everyone has a ticket..."
What a bright spring morning! Fourth Brother, dressed in his signature blue robe and hat as a servant, hummed his self-composed lewd tune as he walked along the sunny path of Qilipo. Qilipo
, as its name suggests, is exactly seven li away from Bianliang City. With its pleasant scenery, clear waters, and beautiful mountains, it is definitely a great place for romance.
Fourth Brother invited Yang Yan here not for romance, but to orchestrate a elaborate scheme using the location "Qili."
First, let me clarify: this "Qili" has absolutely nothing to do with "Seven Mile Fragrance." Fourth Brother spent the entire night inhaling the scent of first love on Hao Bao'er's bed, and even if Yang Yan suddenly told him the name Qilipo was beautiful, he wouldn't kiss her stubborn lips—what kiss? She has to offer herself! (
If you don't understand, you can Google the lyrics to "Seven Mile Fragrance" and make a joke about Jay Chou ^_^).
Fourth Brother chose Qilipo because it's seven li from the city. Seven li is far! What young girl doesn't love to sleep in? Traveling seven li early in the morning? She certainly wouldn't come that early. Fourth Brother, however, got up very early to set up the scene, laying ten or twenty traps. How could he not make Yang Yan fall for it?
Fourth Brother began setting things up. He had just lowered a rope loop that would tighten and suspend someone when stepped on, and tossed in a rattle drum. He walked a distance away to check the effect when suddenly a sharp, cold blade pressed against the back of his neck. His skin felt instantly ripped open, as if he could see the bleeding from the pressure point.
Pang stiffly turned his head. In the morning breeze, a vibrant red glow appeared before his eyes, and a rich, honey-like fragrance wafted towards him. The beautiful face of the eldest daughter of the Yang family was suddenly revealed. Her jade-like neck was slightly tilted, her beautiful eyes were cold and aloof, and her pointed chin was slightly raised. Her sharp, indifferent gaze was as always, further highlighting the neat and exquisite lines of her jawline, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Seeing his astonished gaze, Yang Yan snorted, pressed down on the tip of her spear, and said angrily, "Do you really think this young lady would fall for your nonsensical trap just to pick up a child's rattle drum?" She hated being treated like a "little" child more than anything, and her question was dripping with murderous intent.
"No, no, absolutely not!" Pang shook his head like a rattle drum. "
Lies!" Yang Yan twisted the silver spear, now completely red-stained, in her hand. She thrust it forward, pressing Pang against the large tree behind him. Then, with a "crack," the rattle drum was shattered under her foot. Her clear, sharp voice still echoed her delicate scolding. "You're trying to seduce me with something like this? Are you treating me like a child?!"
"No, no, no. Miss, you're in the prime of your youth, full of beauty and radiance. You're clearly a stunning beauty, a captivating woman of sixteen or seventeen. How could you possibly be a little girl?" Fourth Brother rattled off a string of compliments, his eyes taking the opportunity to admire her clothes, her attire, and of course, her figure.
Perhaps because it was early morning and quite warm, Miss Yang was unusually dressed in a short, narrow-sleeved orange-red blouse and a long, dark red skirt. The blouse barely covered her waist, and the red pocket under the blouse couldn't conceal her full, proud breasts. Her peach-red skirt billowed in the morning breeze, a movement within stillness, a stillness within movement, further highlighting her slender, shapely figure. The thin white silk undergarment beneath the skirt, though soft and comfortable, couldn't hide her shapely, firm legs. Her beauty was enhanced by an alluringly fit and slender figure.
Tsk tsk tsk. The heart of a little girl. The figure of a young woman. This wonderful woman. A real gem!
Pang's eyes were glued to her. He was oblivious to the sharp silver spear pressed against his neck.
"You lecherous thief! What are you looking at!"
Miss Yang was angry, spitting in a low voice, her flushed cheeks showing a mixture of smugness and annoyance.
Pang stared blankly for a long time before shaking his head and letting out a long sigh: "Beautiful, truly beautiful!"
Caught red-handed and still daring to flirt, Yang Yan was so angry she wanted to poke a few holes in his chest with the spear, but the moment she touched it, she saw his lecherous, malicious gaze. Suddenly, she remembered the time yesterday on the imperial road, by the carriage, when this shameless servant had groped and teased her, and the feeling of being fondled and manipulated by his wicked hands.
In an instant, she felt a strange warmth flow through her body, and a flame seemed to ignite in her heart. Was it shame? Annoyance? Or hatred? She secretly raised her pretty face, stealing a glance at Pang. She realized that this shameless, lewd servant wasn't so repulsive at first glance. He was tall and strong, with a handsome face, arched eyebrows, and piercing eyes. His smile, though somewhat shameless and wicked, held a surprisingly warm and comforting quality.
If he were dressed in a ceremonial robe and hat… he would definitely be a handsome man.
Yang Yan thought quietly, her heart racing. The cold, aloof expression she maintained couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks
, like a sunset glow beneath her jade-like face, or a sheen of crimson gauze. In her dreamlike eyes, was it shyness? Or…
attraction?
"Hey, I say..." Yang Yan was a little mesmerized, but Pang spoke first, "Miss Yang, why are you here... so early?"
Yang Yan was startled, suddenly snapping back to reality. Suppressing the blush rising in her chest, she snapped, "Hmph, this old lady used to practice martial arts, getting up before dawn to do horse stance and spear techniques. Today, to teach you a lesson, you ignorant and arrogant servant, this old lady slept in late, getting up at six in the morning, just waiting... waiting to show you what's what!" The blush on her face hadn't faded yet. These words were less meant to scare Pang and more to give Fourth Brother a perfect opportunity to admire Miss Yang's adorable act of feigning anger while her face was flushed with shyness.
Seeing Pang's jaw twitch slightly, suppressing a sly smug look, Yang Yan grew even more enraged. She thrust her silver spear horizontally, almost severing his neck on the spot: "What are you laughing at!"
Pang winced from the stab, replying in pain, "N-no, I wasn't laughing, Miss. I'm usually very reserved; I never laugh when I see a beautiful woman..."
"You're talking nonsense! I clearly saw it just now!"
"Impossible! I only make fun of ugly women."
"..." Miss Yang was speechless. If she forced this guy to admit that he had laughed, wouldn't that be the same as admitting that she was ugly?
Having lost the argument so easily, Miss Yang was even more furious. Her bright almond-shaped eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and even the silver spear in her hand seemed to gleam with hatred in the bright morning sun.
"You shameless bastard, you're so audacious and arrogant! You've angered me time and time again! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll be unworthy of being a descendant of the Yang family!" As she spoke, she thrust her spear forward—no, not thrust, but slit his throat. With a light slit, blood would gush from Fourth Brother's neck.
"Hey, hey, hey, Miss, what are you doing? Murder is illegal!" Pang shouted, trying to awaken her conscience, but unfortunately, Miss Yang glanced at him with her phoenix eyes and snorted, "If murder is illegal, then what's the point of the Yang family? (A famous saying: If apologies were useful, what would be the point of the police?) This old lady has killed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, Liao dogs at the border, so killing one more today won't matter!"
"I am a Song person, not a Liao dog!" Fourth Brother shouted angrily.
"No, you are a dog, the dog of Marquis Anle." Yang Yan sneered, a murderous glint in her eyes.
"That's not right, that's not right—" Pang cried, his face contorted with despair, almost in tears, "Miss, you clearly said you were 'teaching' me a lesson, a lesson for this, not murder!"
"Yes, it's a lesson. When I teach someone a lesson, I always kill them with one shot." Miss Yang's jade-like, round and delicate arm was propped up, and the 36-pound silver spear was pressed against Pang's neck. She didn't move at all, but if she moved even a little, Fourth Brother could go to the King of Hell's palace to embarrass the King of Hell.
Yang Yan held her spear to Pang's vitals, fully expecting to terrify him into weeping and begging for mercy, thus venting her anger at being humiliated by this scoundrel. But who would have thought that her fourth brother's change of heart would be far faster than she imagined? Just moments ago he was wailing, but now he puffed out his chest, his face radiating righteous indignation: "Hmph, kill me then! I'm not afraid! Everyone dies eventually, some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather. I, Pang, die for the Song Dynasty and for the people of the world; I am destined to be remembered for generations. Miss Yang, kill me quickly, kill me, grant me a quick death, fulfill my wish!" "A chance to make a name for myself in history! Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in
history! To die at the hands of Miss Yang, I have no regrets, I die a worthy death, I die with purpose, even in death I will love, love, love, love, love, love—" Fourth Brother, with the air of a revolutionary martyr facing execution, spoke fearlessly and eloquently, almost making our Miss Yang so angry that she vomited blood. Originally, she only intended to teach this bastard servant a lesson, give him a good beating, break his arm or leg, and scare him a little—Aunt Paifeng said that you can't kill people randomly in the capital.
But that bastard Pang Si didn't care about death at all. He even called it glory for the Song Dynasty and the people, and urged her to kill him quickly. From childhood to adulthood, Miss Yang had always been arrogant and domineering, whether it was with her beloved master, in the Tianbo Mansion, or in the Yang Family Army. When had she ever suffered such humiliation? She sneered, "Fine, since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!" With a flick of her wrist, she suddenly pulled back half of the silver spear, gathered all her strength, and thrust it into Pang's chest. She was determined to kill this despicable, shameless, lewd, and dissolute bastard servant!
Miss Yang's furious attack was incredibly powerful. The spear flashed like a meteor, carrying a chilling rage and murderous intent. Its speed was so fast that even before the spearhead arrived, the cold light had already pierced Pang's chest! (To be continued. To find out what happens next, please log in to *m for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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Chapter 276 Ambush, the heavily injured

Miss Pang Yu thrust out with her spear. The cold light pierced straight into Pang Yu's chest.
Fourth Brother regretted it so much. Damn it. Why didn't we learn martial arts? If we had, we could have fought back. We wouldn't be standing here being crushed by Miss Yang. In the time
it took to regret it, he would have been crushed through the heart.
—If no one had come to his rescue.
Clang! A crisp sound of weapons clashing. The silver spear pierced into his chest. A dazzling silver light, like a shooting star suddenly falling from the heavens, blocked the spear in the blink of an eye.
My savior! Fourth Brother looked gratefully at the person who came. What came into view was a delicate and beautiful face, like that of a young woman.
"Sister Paifeng!" "Aunt!" the two called out together.
At the critical moment, it was none other than Yang Paifeng who had shielded Fourth Brother from the bullet.
"Aunt Paifeng, why are you here?" Yang Yan was taken aback.
"If Aunt hadn't come, wouldn't you have...killed Lord Tian Ding!" Yang Paifeng glared at Yang Yan with a hint of reproach. She paused mid-sentence, seemingly afraid to look at Pang Yu. She was still dressed in her martial attire. A pure white floral scarf wrapped her hair, tied with a dark black brocade ribbon. Below, she wore a milky white silk apron and black leather boots. She also wore a pure white cloak. The black and white contrast accentuated her heroic and dashing appearance, while retaining a touch of feminine charm and gentleness. Her beautiful face was imbued with a sense of authority, showcasing the awe-inspiring presence of a female general of the Yang family.
"Sister Paifeng, thank you so much. You saved my life again." Fourth Brother was extremely grateful. He took a step forward. She was about to tightly grasp Yang Paifeng's hand.
—Modern people. Isn't this how they express gratitude through "actions"?
"Swish—" Yang Yan forcefully blocked his way. Then, she stomped her little foot, saying in a tone that was both coquettish and annoyed, "Auntie, I was told to kill this lecherous thief! Why did you save him!"
Yang Paifeng shook her head: "This is the capital, not the border. We can't kill people here."
"That's right. Sister Paifeng is right, killing is illegal. It's unacceptable!" Pang Yu quickly chimed in.
"Sister Paifeng, is that how you address me?" Yang Yan thrust her spear forward, only to be stopped by Yang Paifeng with a fire poker. Her rosy lips twitched slightly, her meaning clear: she was being told not to use the spear anymore.
She couldn't disobey her Aunt Paifeng. Although Yang Yan was furious, she still withdrew the spear, snorting as she pointed the bright red spear tip arrogantly to the sky, contrasting with her delicate, mountain-like eyebrows. A touch of heroism amidst her delicate beauty.
That's it? That's all? She almost ran over Fourth Brother and didn't even apologize!?
Fourth Brother was furious. He decided to teach this brat who was always waving her sword and threatening to kill a lesson.
"Then what should we call her!" Pang Yu jumped up. "Pai Feng and I have been together for so many days. That's what we call her!"
"You..." This time, not only was Yang Yan's face contorted with anger, but Yang Pai Feng was also both angry and annoyed. How dare this damned servant talk like that? What did he mean by "together"? It was clearly just to protect Lord Bao. He shouldn't be shouting like that. And he's causing misunderstandings, especially in front of Yan'er! Yang Pai Feng's cheeks flushed a rare red. She lightly spat and said, "You...you...don't talk nonsense." "Feng only agreed to protect you to save Lord Bao..."
Yang Yan naturally knew that Aunt Paifeng had reluctantly become Pang Yu's bodyguard in order to expedite Lord Bao's release from prison and seek justice for the fallen soldiers. She was furious and nearly rushed to the Grand Tutor's mansion to run him over, only to be stopped by Aunt Paifeng. After much persuasion and explanation, Miss Yang barely managed to swallow her anger. Now, hearing Pang Yu bring it up, deliberately making it so ambiguous, teasing her and then openly flirting with Aunt Paifeng, Miss Yang was absolutely enraged. She shouted, "Aunt Feng, don't stop me! If I don't kill this shameless scoundrel today, I'll be unworthy of being a daughter of the Yang family!"
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, dodging Yang Paifeng's obstruction. Her silver spear flashed through the air in a crescent-shaped arc. "Whoosh!" It slashed towards Pang Yu's throat with incredible speed. With lightning speed,
a clang rang out. Yang Paifeng blocked the spear again. Her movements were even faster than Yang Yan's. She appeared like a gust of wind in front of Yang Yan, her fire poker firmly blocking the spear three inches below the tip. With a light touch, she neutralized the force of the spear. Though she was now firmly planted, her pure white cloak still fluttered slightly behind her, exuding an indescribable aura of power.
"Auntie, get out of the way—" Yang Yan cried out, trying to force her way through. She seemed truly enraged.
Yang Paifeng gripped the fire poker firmly. Even though she hadn't exerted any force, Yang Yan's silver spear remained completely unmoved. Pang Yu was greatly surprised. He thought to himself, "The Yang family girls are quite skilled. Their spears are fast and powerful. How come Paifeng can't budge her with such a simple block? Hmm... perhaps Paifeng's martial arts are even higher. I wonder who's stronger, her or Xiao Yunyun?
Yang Yan wants to kill him." Yang Paifeng shielded him. Fourth Brother watched the show with amusement.
—Oh dear. Two beauties, one big and one small, were fighting tooth and nail for Fourth Brother. It felt quite good.
"Auntie, don't stop me!" Yang Yan was determined to kill Pang Yu, but she couldn't break through her aunt's obstruction. She glared and stomped her feet in frustration, on the verge of losing her temper.
"Yan'er!" Yang Paifeng stared at her, shaking her head solemnly.
"No,
Auntie. I won't be able to swallow this anger until I kill him today!" Yang Yan gritted her teeth, changing her movements several times and swinging her spear several times. Each time, Yang Yan blocked her advance, making it impossible to penetrate even an inch.
"Yan'er, be good. Don't make a fuss! I'm begging you, okay?" Yang Paifeng pleaded, her voice softening. She had watched Yang Yan grow up. In the entire Tianbo Manor, besides the Old Madam, she was the one who doted on the eldest young lady the most. It was because of her anger that she killed Pang Yu. This has caused an enormous mess. The Emperor himself appointed a sixth-rank imperial envoy to suppress bandits. The current leader of the Crown Prince's faction. The most powerful and influential military officer in the capital. Can he be killed so easily? If Pang Yu becomes a dead man, not only the young lady, but even the Tianbo Manor might not be able to withstand it!
“Yan’er, listen to your aunt. This person… sigh… this person… really can’t be killed.” Yang Paifeng grabbed her smooth, white wrist, intending to forcibly drag the young lady back. From Pang Yu’s perspective, Yang Paifeng’s slender fingers were just like her graceful figure—extremely thin and long, with tips that shimmered like jade. The touch of her fingertips was slightly cool. If it weren’t for the smooth, powdery texture, they would be almost indistinguishable from the finest mutton-fat jade. Fourth Brother couldn’t help but think, “Oh dear, if I were to take Paifeng as my wife one day, what would it feel like to have her smooth, jade-like hands touch my chest on our wedding night, undressing me?”—Hehe. Most likely, just one word: awesome!
“No! No! No!” Yang Yan was used to being bossy. She had never been stopped like this before. Even her aunt wouldn’t have gone against her so many times. Now, her temper flared. Forget everything else, she blurted out, "Auntie, have you been with this thieving servant for days? You've fallen for him, haven't you!"
She meant it in anger, but to her surprise, Yang Paifeng's face flushed crimson, her ears turning red. "You...you're talking nonsense. How could Auntie...how could she..." she stammered, her usual heroic bearing completely gone. Even her hand holding the spear drooped.
Seeing an opportunity, Yang Yan didn't care about her aunt's behavior. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, she moved swiftly, her lotus feet leaping past her aunt's obstruction. The crimson silver spear pierced straight into Pang Yu's chest!
"Yan'er, you..." Paifeng tried to pull her away, but suddenly her eyelashes fluttered. A warning flashed!
"Whoosh—" A piercing sound rang out, almost simultaneously with Yang Yan's silver spear. Yang Yan's men rushed towards Pang Yu, determined to crush him through the heart. The arrow, however, shot towards her back (well, if Miss Yang hadn't rushed forward, the arrow would have been aimed at Fourth Brother). Swift as lightning, powerful as thunder!
"Yan'er!" Yang Paifeng cried out in alarm, instinctively stepping in front of Yang Yan. True to her reputation as a battle-hardened female general of the Yang family, she lashed out with her fire poker like lightning, meeting the arrow head-on. With a "clang," the powerful arrow deflected and fell.
The arrow flew away, but half of Yang Paifeng's body went numb from the wrist she used to block it. She almost dropped her fire poker.
(Whose archery skills
are so superb!?) Yang Paifeng's heart skipped a beat. Although she had hastily retaliated, only managing to muster six or seven tenths of her strength, the arrow's power was unparalleled—something no ordinary assassin could achieve!
"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Before he could think further, a hail of arrows rained down from the sky.
Yang Paifeng was stunned, momentarily bewildered as to who had laid an ambush. He hastily swung his fire poker to parry. The arrow rain was dense and rapid, both swift and fierce, clearly fired by well-trained archers. Although it couldn't compare to the formidable Yang family's sharp and powerful archery, it was no less impressive than the barrage of hundreds or thousands of crossbow bolts on the battlefield.
Under normal circumstances, Yang Paifeng would not have been afraid. Hundreds of crossbow bolts? Thousands of arrows? Back then, when the Fire Commander's sister was faced with over 50,000 Liao soldiers and more than 20,000 powerful bows pointed at her, she still fought her way out single-handedly. However, Yang Yan, beside him, had already lost her mind due to Pang Yu's anger. Her face was flushed with rage, and she was only focused on killing. The arrows barely grazed her forehead. A stray arrow pierced through her bangs, knocking out several strands. Miss Yang ignored it, relentlessly chasing after Pang Yu!
Yang Paifeng had to protect herself, Yang Yan, and the fleeing Pang Yu. Divided into three tasks, she was inevitably flustered. The area around Qilipo was shaded by trees, making it difficult to discern the location and number of the archer.
Just as she was frantically running, blocking left and right, desperately trying to keep her mistress safe, a powerful feathered arrow suddenly shot towards her neck from the side. By the time Yang Paifeng noticed it, the arrow was already about ten feet away. Not only was its momentum waning, but it also seemed to be gaining speed, accurate and deadly, swiftly aiming for her throat.
"Clang!" Yang Paifeng struggled to deflect the arrow. Her arm went numb again.
A traitor?! She suddenly realized who would be lying in ambush outside the city, intent on killing her.
—In the battle of Fengling Pavilion, the Tang traitors suffered heavy casualties, more than half of them killed by the Yang family army. Blood feud was irreconcilable! Now that the marshal had led his troops back to the border, revenge would naturally come to her!
Just as Yang Paifeng understood this, another arrow silently pierced the air. By the time she grasped the trajectory of the enemy arrow, it was too late to raise her fire poker to block it.
"Thud!" A muffled sound. The arrow pierced her chest, spraying blood, and then emerged through her back!
The one hit wasn't Yang Paifeng, but Pang Yu, who had rushed to block her way!!!

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