[Incestuous Wuxia] The Unscrupulous Young Master (Complete) - Part 2

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Chapter 9 of The Thief's Life: Fighting Evil with Evil.

Lu Rufeng remembered that when Yu Tao was scratching the ground at those scoundrels' houses, she had mentioned the name of a bachelor. Judging from her tone, Yu Tao was quite afraid of him. So when Lu Rufeng asked about it, Yu Tao covered it up. After all, Yu Tao was a woman with a daughter, lacking a strong backbone, and naturally couldn't afford to offend those scoundrels. But Lu Rufeng wasn't afraid of her. He didn't believe Yu Tao had no weakness. As the saying goes, the strong fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless. After leaving Wang Mazi's house, Lu Rufeng went straight to the bachelor's house. But when he reached the door, it was locked. Based on Lu Rufeng's experience, these bachelors' houses usually only had one lock on the front door, while the inner rooms were simply closed. If you pulled open one door, the rest would open. He climbed over into the yard, went straight to the door of the inner room, bent down, and pushed the door open from under it. He then slipped his hand between the two doors and used two fingers to pry the latch open with a creak. He closed the door again, went into the inner room, and seeing that no one was on the kang (heated brick bed), pulled back the covers and crawled inside. He didn't dare let the covers touch his face; they smelled of sweat. This bachelor must never even wash his feet, only knows how to gamble and play with women, and doesn't even know how to put on makeup—what a fool!

He didn't know how long he slept when he suddenly heard the lock on the front door being opened, followed by the sound of the inner door opening. Lu Rufeng knew it must be the bachelor returning. He quietly shifted his body off the kang, letting his legs dangle down. The bachelor hummed a little tune as he entered, and before he could even take off his shoes, Lu Rufeng grabbed him and pulled him onto the kang.

Suddenly, someone grabbed him and dragged him forcefully in the darkness, making the bachelor's soul fly out of his body. He couldn't help but scream, "Mother!"

"Where's your mother?" Lu Rufeng said in a deep voice. His sudden scream made the bachelor even more terrified! He collapsed onto Lu Rufeng, unable to move.

"Who is this master?" the guy trembled with fear. Lu Rufeng jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and pinned the scoundrel down on it.

"Why do you care who I am? Are you planning to deal with me later?"

"No, no, I just don't know which hero I offended. Even if I die, I want to die knowing why!"

"Do you want to die?"

"No, no, I don't want to die! I haven't even had a son to carry on the Liu family line yet! Please, sir, don't kill me!"

"Light the lamp." Lu Rufeng released him. Although the man was trembling uncontrollably, he had to force himself to get up from the kang to light the lamp. But he suddenly stopped and said helplessly, "Sir, we don't have a fire at home. We usually have to borrow fire from our neighbors to cook."

"You never light lamps at home?"

"I'm home alone. I eat and then sleep. What would I need a lamp for?"

"Alright, do you recognize this?" Lu Rufeng pulled a dagger from his leggings. It gleamed brightly, and the cold light flashed in the sunlight streaming in through the window.

"I know, that...that's a knife."

"Good, but do you know what it's for?"

The bachelor didn't know how to answer. He could only kneel on the kang and beg for mercy: "Hero, please don't kill me! I haven't even married a wife yet!"

"But I heard you've ruined quite a few young women and wives! What is your punishment?"

"Only a few times, I'll never dare to do it again!"

"Do you still dare to go to Yu Tao's place and scare her and her daughter?"

"Hero, I really won't dare, even if you gave me ten more lives, I wouldn't dare.

Please don't kill me." "Hehe, I won't kill you." Lu Rufeng reached into the bachelor's crotch and grabbed his penis.

"Hero, no! That's my manhood!" The bachelor suddenly understood and trembled like a leaf. The more afraid he was, the more Lu Rufeng touched it. Suddenly, Lu Rufeng felt a heat in his hand.

"Damn it! You peed?!"

"Good sir, I didn't mean to, you scared me to death. I'll listen to everything you say, just don't touch my manhood!"

"Heh, you can keep it if you want, but if you ever dare to lay a finger on Yu Tao and her daughter again, I'll castrate you! I'll make sure you can never be a man again!" When Lu Rufeng said "castrate," he gritted his teeth, his voice filled with rage, and he pinched the boy's wet crotch hard, making the boy howl in pain.

When Lu Rufeng came out of the bachelor's house, it was just after the rooster crowed twice. He was really sleepy. Yu Tao's matter was resolved, and his mind relaxed. It was the darkness before dawn, pitch black. Using the shadows, Lu Rufeng returned to Yu Tao's house.

This time, Lu Rufeng only called softly under the window, and Yu Tao quietly got off the bed and opened the door for him. Yu Tao didn't light a lamp. Instead, she tiptoed to the kang (a heated brick bed) with Lu Rufeng's hand, letting him sleep on her right. Her daughter, Liu Ye, slept soundly on her left.

It was too cold, so the mother and daughter shared a bed. Yu Tao had probably anticipated Lu Rufeng's possible return and had prepared a quilt for him, leaving him a separate one. She gently pulled the quilt aside and covered Lu Rufeng, then quietly slipped into bed with her daughter, Liu Ye. With

two women he liked lying on the kang, Lu Rufeng couldn't sleep. His previous drowsiness had vanished, and his eyes were wide open, without a trace of weariness. He imagined Yu Tao and Liu Ye's slender figures, beautiful faces, and full, tempting breasts in the lamplight. What made him even more eager were the two little dumplings in Liu Ye's arms! But she was still young, and with her mother watching, she wouldn't let anyone easily take her!

However, Lu Rufeng felt that Yu Tao was probably parched and thirsty, and he really wanted to give her some nourishment, but he wasn't sure what this woman was thinking. Who knew if she truly considered him her brother or just a man?

But at this moment, Lu Rufeng couldn't help but feel a strong desire, especially after the aphrodisiac porridge that the pharmacist Li Shande had cooked for him. That desire often bothered him, and before he knew it, his penis had grown long and erect. Lu Rufeng tentatively slipped a hand under Yu Tao's blanket, but before he could touch those breasts that excited him, Yu Tao grasped his hand in hers. (

Chapter 10 of "The Thief's Life")

Yu Tao held Lu Rufeng's hand, neither pushing it away nor pulling it onto her body, but letting his hand rest lightly against her soft skin. At this moment, Lu Rufeng was quite satisfied. In the cold night, the warmth of Yu Tao's body emanated from her hand and waist. This stirred a surge of passion in Lu Rufeng, a virgin who had never tasted the sweetness of love. However, upon reaching this point, Lu Rufeng couldn't take another step forward. Yu Tao wasn't averse to such things. Her husband had been gone for over half a year, and her body hadn't been touched by a man since. Many nights she couldn't sleep, often thinking of Liu Zidi. She thought that if a young man like Liu Zidi could support her family, it would be her good fortune. But he had never even told her his real name, and he was so wealthy; perhaps he was also thinking of other women. She, on the other hand, was a widow. If she were still a virgin, perhaps she would be worthy of Liu Zidi. She wanted her daughter, Liu Ye, to be his wife, but she wasn't sure what Liu Zidi's intentions were. Liu Ye was still too young and didn't understand matters between men and women. Although her relationship with Liu Zidi wasn't wrong, who knew what kind of feelings they had? Besides, he usually had Liu Ye call him Uncle Liu, and if he were to actually suggest that Liu Ye marry him, it wouldn't sound good if word got out. Moreover, he himself liked Brother Liu and couldn't wait to share a room with him so he could enjoy a few comfortable days instead of living in constant fear.

Yu Tao held Lu Rufeng's outstretched hand at a comfortable distance, neither too close nor too far, until she heard his even breathing and knew he was asleep. Unable to resist, she tentatively pulled his hand to her breast. Even though Lu Rufeng was asleep, it was still a man's hand, and when it was brought to her chest, Yu Tao's heart skipped a beat. She secretly longed for it to be Lu Rufeng's hand touching her breast. Yu Tao was a restrained woman; she only held Lu Rufeng's hand on her breast for a short while before quickly and slowly removing it. She knew that the relationship between a man and a woman was like dry tinder and a raging fire—once ignited, it would burn endlessly until both were reduced to ashes.

Lu Rufeng fell asleep beside Yu Tao without a thought, unaware that Yu Tao had pulled his hand to touch her breast that night. He was exhausted after a night of tossing and turning, so he slept soundly until dawn. When he woke up on the warm kang (heated brick bed), Yu Tao had already gone downstairs to cook. With a man in the house, the women were even more diligent. Lu Rufeng didn't even know when she had gotten up. This thief Lu Rufeng wasn't always on high alert; he also had moments of complete relaxation, especially after dealing with those two troublemakers. He was completely focused, so he slept soundly. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the kang, but he was startled: Liu Ye was still lying on the kang. Had

he consummated his marriage with Liu Ye? He quickly touched his body and saw that he was still fully clothed. He hadn't dared to take off his clothes while sleeping on the kang with a mother and daughter last night; he was already lucky to have slept on the warm kang with his body intact.

Liu Ye and her mother slept with their legs facing each other, naturally also facing Lu Rufeng. So when Lu Rufeng sat up, he saw Liu Ye's beautiful face exposed. Perhaps because of the warm kang (heated brick bed), Liu Ye's face was flushed, making her very pretty. That high nose, long eyelashes, and long, narrow eyes—it was truly unexpected that such a beautiful girl was born into such a poor family. It seemed that fate was predetermined; if it wanted you to enjoy happiness, it would send you into a rich family; if it wanted you to suffer, it would send you into a poor family! Lu Rufeng couldn't say whether Heaven had intended for him to suffer or enjoy happiness in this world. He had lost his parents at a young age, but he had never lacked money.

Liu Ye slept at the head of the kang, while Yu Tao was tending the fire below, making the kang incredibly warm. In this place, while other things might be lacking, firewood was never in short supply, so Yu Tao would keep the kang warm every day, whether she was cooking or not. Perhaps Liu Ye felt the kang (heated brick bed) was too hot and couldn't stand it, so she pulled one of her white legs out from under the covers, right in front of Lu Rufeng. That leg was so white, it almost hurt his eyes. If it weren't for a section of the quilt covering it, the very top of her thigh would probably be exposed! Lu Rufeng's eyes were involuntarily drawn to that snow-white leg. He imagined what lay beneath that snow-white thigh, and a surge of heat rushed to his head, his heart pounding fiercely. Liu Ye's leg was stretched towards him, her small, delicate feet right beside him. He really wanted to reach out and pinch them, but he was afraid of waking her and getting a scolding. Perhaps because her legs had been outside for so long, they had gotten cold, and Liu Ye pulled them back in. Lu Rufeng felt a pang of regret. Just then, Liu Ye stretched her arms out from under the covers and draped them over the blankets. She seemed genuinely hot. With her eyes closed, she lazily pulled the blankets down a little. This pulled down revealed her two small, plump breasts. Although she was wearing a cotton shirt, it was clearly several years old; it was thin and looked very soft. Her two small breasts were clearly visible underneath, and Lu Rufeng could even see her nipples clearly. Sitting to the side, Lu Rufeng immediately felt a tent pitch in his pants. If it weren't for the blankets, even he would have felt ashamed. At this moment, Liu Ye pulled the blankets up a little, so that the blankets rested against her small breasts, making them even more prominent. "What a treasure!" Lu Rufeng thought, finding it to be the most alluring part of a woman's body. A woman's breasts are impossible to conceal, and sometimes they sway in public, yet they're not easily touched. What a man sees but cannot touch only fuels his lust and fantasies. Liu Ye stretched her arms and yawned, seemingly awake. Lu Rufeng quickly averted his gaze, but the tent that had formed between her legs wouldn't subside.

"Mother, is dinner ready? I'm hungry," Liu Ye called from under the covers.

"What's the rush? Your sixth uncle isn't awake yet. Let him sleep a little longer," Yu Tao whispered from below, afraid of waking Lu Rufeng.

"My sixth uncle?" Liu Ye was puzzled. She immediately climbed off the bed and saw Lu Rufeng sitting there. Liu Ye blushed; after all, she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. Sleeping on a kang with a man, and being only in her early twenties, how could she not feel shy? Lu Rufeng put her finger to her lips, signaling her not to make a sound. Liu Ye indeed remained silent. When she sat up, she hadn't put on her outer clothes, and her breasts swayed even more noticeably. Lu Rufeng couldn't help but glance at them. Although Liu Ye was usually uninhibited with Liu Zi, now that they were on the kang, and she wasn't dressed yet, she was still alone. But Lu Rufeng showed no intention of getting off the kang (heated brick bed). Liu Ye quickly grabbed the cotton-padded jacket and put it on. She then wanted to get the cotton-padded trousers, but that would mean getting up and exposing her bare skin. Usually, her mother would get up early and warm the jacket and trousers before giving them to her. Lu Rufeng wouldn't let her speak, so she could only sit there awkwardly glancing at him, then at the trousers, gesturing for him to bring them to her. Lu Rufeng simply reached out and grabbed them, tossing them to Liu Ye. Liu Ye pouted, urging Lu Rufeng to turn his face away. Lu Rufeng had no choice but to turn his face to the other side. Liu Ye took the opportunity to tuck the trousers under the covers, her eyes fixed on Lu Rufeng's face, afraid he would turn around and peek at her getting dressed. Lu Rufeng was true to his word; he only turned around when Liu Ye whispered, "All done." Liu Ye smiled charmingly at him, then suddenly pulled back the covers to show Lu Rufeng that she was already dressed. She was like a child showing off her skill at getting dressed under the covers. Lu Rufeng found her even more adorable.

"Are you dressed?" Liu Ye leaned closer and asked curiously in a low voice.

"I haven't taken them off!"

"Haven't taken them off?" Liu Ye was a little skeptical. She reached under Lu Rufeng's covers and felt around. Sure enough, she felt Lu Rufeng's pants were still on, and he was even wearing socks! Liu Ye smiled coquettishly at him. She had thought that Uncle Liu had already slept with her mother tonight.

"When did you get back?" She climbed up to Lu Rufeng and whispered.

"Just before dawn," Lu Rufeng said, looking at her pretty face.

"Did you go punish those bad guys?"

"You're quite clever!" Lu Rufeng gently stroked her cheek as she leaned closer.

Chapter 11 of The Thief's Life: Martial Arts Tournament for a Bride.

Luoyang, known as the "Capital of Thirteen Dynasties," has always been a prosperous city. Although the emperors who ruled here were all incompetent, this ancient city, constantly trampled under the emperor's feet, possessed an imperial aura and a decadent atmosphere.

The wide Luo River flows swiftly through the south of Luoyang, heading straight for the Yellow River, further enhancing the city's imposing presence. Of course, Luoyang also possesses its own unique charm, most famously for its nationally renowned peonies. However, to truly appreciate peonies, one must visit in April. By then, the trees in Luoyang have shed their leaves, leaving no place for these delicate flowers to display their beauty. But an ancient capital is an ancient capital after all. Even during the emperors' periods of relative peace, the city still had its share of recreational activities. How much more so in this relatively peaceful and prosperous era? Although the weather is cold, there are still lively places; the streets are still bustling with people, and the shops are thriving.

Lu Rufeng walked alone on the most bustling street in Luoyang, watching the throngs of passersby and suddenly feeling insignificant. He realized that it was truly difficult to catch someone's eye amidst this sea of people. Not to mention the pale-faced scholars in their blue robes and brocade hats, there were countless high-ranking officials and nobles. Although this street was usually crowded, Lu Rufeng felt it was unusually lively today, though he couldn't tell why. Men and women in splendid attire were almost all rushing in the same direction, creating a lively scene like a temple fair.

Luoyang is not only famous for its peonies, but also for its beautiful women. Especially in wealthy families of this bustling city, who are naturally skilled at dressing up, and with generations of selective women, the city produces not only many talented men, but also a plethora of beautiful women. Lu Rufeng was searching through the crowd when he suddenly heard the clatter of hooves behind him. He quickly turned around and saw several tall horses galloping towards him. The women on horseback were all wearing red cloaks, and the cloak of the woman at the head of the pack was particularly striking—bright red! She wore a white jacket with red lace trim, her hair styled in a high bun, exuding a dashing and imposing air. Before Lu Rufeng could even see the woman's face clearly, she had already cracked her whip, lashing the horse's rump and sending it galloping past him like a shot. Startled, Lu Rufeng stumbled and retreated into the crowd behind him.

Lu Rufeng guessed that this must be the daughter of a wealthy family, otherwise she wouldn't dare to act so recklessly on this street. You know, if you threw a stone on this street, you might hit some royal relative on the head! So whose daughter is this, so domineering?

"It's her! It's her!" Lu Rufeng suddenly heard a man behind him shout excitedly, as if he had finally seen a celebrity, wishing he could yell so that the woman would turn around and slap him. Lu Rufeng, who had come specifically to hunt for women, saw the man's excitement and assumed he must be a stunning beauty. He grabbed the man's clothes and loudly asked, "Who is this woman?"

The man, suddenly annoyed by Lu Rufeng's sudden tug, was about to retaliate when he saw Lu Rufeng's unfriendly gaze and reluctantly muttered, "She doesn't even recognize Miss Fan Lihua of the Fan family!"

"Fan Lihua? Where is she going?"

"It's been rumored for days! She's holding a martial arts contest to choose a husband today! Ha! I wonder which lucky young master will be able to marry such a beautiful and powerful girl. Why don't you try your luck, young man?"

The man, still uncomfortable from Lu Rufeng's tug, was using this to his advantage.

"A martial arts contest to choose a husband?"

Lu Rufeng paused, gradually releasing his grip on the man's hand, allowing him to slip away.

As the saying goes, "A new emperor brings a new court," but the Fan family has had officials in the capital since the Song Dynasty. They've even supposedly established connections with some prince, and they remain a powerful family to this day. In the vast city of Luoyang, no one dares to mess with them. The Fan family is said to be incredibly wealthy; in fact, you don't even need to hear it—you can easily imagine how wealthy such a powerful and influential family could be. However, Lu Rufeng hasn't actually considered targeting the Fan family yet. It's not that the Fan family is particularly kind; everyone knows that merchants are often cunning, and officials are often domineering. What puzzles Lu Rufeng is that he simply can't figure out where the Fan family's silver is hidden.

If you were to argue with me, you might say, "They even stole from the imperial treasury, yet they couldn't find the silver of a wealthy family?" Haha, you know what? The reason the Fan family has maintained its prosperity through so many dynasties is undoubtedly related to their consistent practices. Although the Fan family is very flamboyant on the outside, they are extremely disciplined on the inside. A thief like Lu Rufeng wouldn't be able to find their silver without at least ten days to half a month of searching. Of course, getting a few taels of silver for a pot of wine is easy, but finding the hiding place of a large sum of silver is not so easy.

In fact, Lu Rufeng had long heard of the famous name of the eldest daughter of the Fan family. This girl had practiced martial arts since childhood, was also well-versed in poetry and literature, and occasionally even tried her hand at painting ladies. She was quite talented. What's more, she was exceptionally beautiful, possessing the demeanor of a lady from a prominent family, making all the rich peasant sons eager to try their luck. But so far, Lu Rufeng hadn't heard of who she would marry.

Since ancient times, Chinese people have either revered literature or martial arts; if you are neither, you naturally won't gain anyone's favor. Especially for girls like Miss Fan Lihua, the eldest daughter of the Fan family, who are both literate and martial, they are very picky. If you don't have some serious skills, you can forget about getting her to approve.

Lu Rufeng originally had no intention of participating in the martial arts competition, but after that young man's suggestion, he inexplicably had the idea to give it a try. It was just a pity he wasn't prepared today, wearing very ordinary clothes, only slightly better than a beggar's. He feared that his appearance alone would make the woman look at him differently.

But then Lu Rufeng thought, "Miss Fan is holding a martial arts contest to choose a husband, not a contest of clothing. What does it matter what I wear? As long as I win the competition, I'll have a chance to win Qiu Xiang's heart and hold that beautiful young woman in my arms."

Thinking of this, Lu Rufeng suddenly became interested and strode along with the crowd towards the competition arena.

(Chapter 12 of the main text: The Life of a Flying Thief: The Fan Family of Luoyang

) In Luoyang City, there was a military training ground left over from the past, a place specifically for soldiers to practice martial arts. Later, Luoyang gradually lost its status as a military fortress, but the military training ground was preserved, and important events such as martial arts competitions were held here.

Undoubtedly, the martial arts competition for the marriage of Miss Fan Lihua, the eldest daughter of the Fan family, was also arranged here, further highlighting the Fan family's prominent status. When Lu Rufeng arrived, a large number of spectators had already gathered around the arena, including many of the slick-haired, powdered-faced men he had seen on the road. Those who remained calm were gathered in twos and threes discussing the scene, while others were craning their necks to peer into the arena, and still others were taking advantage of the crowd to sell food, creating quite a lively atmosphere.

Lu Rufeng wandered through the crowd, outwardly calm, but also anxiously waiting to see Miss Fan's performance.

After more than half an hour, four young women wearing boots, leggings, and silk sashes emerged from behind the arena, standing at the four corners of the platform. Their imposing presence clearly indicated that a grand entrance was about to begin. At this moment, the spectators all gathered at the front of the stage, surging forward like a tide.

After a while, a man emerged from the back of the arena, with the air of a country gentleman. He was square-faced, with large ears, dressed in black silk, wearing high-soled shoes, and had steel-studded wrist guards on both wrists. His body was also extremely burly, as if he were a martial artist. He walked forward, stood in the center of the arena, clasped his hands in front of him, bowed to the audience on three sides, and said in a loud voice, "Today, Miss Fan is holding a martial arts contest to choose a husband. I, Zheng, have been specially invited to preside over it. I am grateful for everyone's support and would like to extend my greetings to you all." He then bowed again.

Lu Rufeng didn't recognize the dark-faced man, so he quietly asked a bystander. The bystander scoffed, "You must be from out of town. How come you've never even heard of Zheng Laohu?"

Intending to get to the bottom of this guy's nickname, Zheng Laohu, Lu Rufeng politely asked, "Why is he called Zheng Laohu? Is he some kind of domineering guy?"

"Heh, not at all. In Luoyang, he's not the most domineering guy. If he were to do anything big, he'd have to consider the Fan family's opinion. But he's very skilled in martial arts, using a set of Xingyi Quan, the Tiger Fist. I've heard that no one in Luoyang can beat him."

"Is he that good?" "

Otherwise, would the Fan family have invited him to be the host?" The man looked at Lu Rufeng disdainfully again, scrutinizing his thin frame, and asked, "Do you know what Xingyi Quan is?"

Lu Rufeng shook his head like a fool. The man then looked up at the platform.

Zheng Laohu, standing on the platform, naturally gave a lengthy opening speech, but Lu Rufeng didn't hear a word. He listened to the man's explanation with one ear, while his eyes were fixed on the small exits on either side of the backstage where Fan Lihua might emerge at any moment. He completely ignored Zheng Laohu's well-prepared opening remarks, not even the rules of the competition. With

a loud shout from Zheng Laohu, a woman indeed emerged from the right side of the backstage. This woman, still wearing the bright red cloak, was none other than the woman riding at the forefront on the road—undoubtedly Fan Lihua, the eldest daughter of the Fan family!

The woman had beautiful eyes and delicate eyebrows, was above average in height, had an oval face, a fair complexion, white teeth and red lips, and no adornments on her earlobes. She strode to the center of the arena, said nothing, but simply crossed her arms and clasped them to her chest. Although she didn't utter a word, her eyes gave many in the audience the feeling of being favored by her. The arena fell silent instantly. Many men stared, mouths agape, as if nailed to the spot. Fan Lihua, with her arms crossed, opened her bright red cloak, revealing a pure white, narrow-sleeved jacket underneath. She made a "swastika" gesture to three directions, then retreated to the right side of the arena and sat down, legs slightly apart, back straight,

hands on her knees, her eyes fixed intently on the audience.

Lu Rufeng hadn't really heard the rules they set out for. He'd only come to watch the spectacle, so he just wanted to see those foolish men fighting over this attention-seeking woman. Lu Rufeng had heard of the Fan family's eldest daughter's beauty and had once admired her greatly. People said she often wore white robes with a red cloak, because the most precious flower in Luoyang was the peony, and among peonies, red and white were the most noble. Therefore, the Fan family's eldest daughter was secretly known as the "Luoyang Peony." But now, hearing that she was holding a martial arts contest to choose a husband, he felt that the Fan family's eldest daughter was being too ostentatious, openly selecting a son-in-law. He lost interest and was only there to watch the show.

Soon, two well-dressed young men jumped onto the platform.

Lu Rufeng found the way the two men stepped onto the platform quite amusing. Although they appeared to have some skill, it seemed rather clumsy to him. So, when they landed simultaneously, Lu Rufeng couldn't help but laugh.

A man beside him glanced at him and said rudely, "What are you laughing at? I don't think either of them is simple."

Lu Rufeng covered his mouth, stopping his laughter, and continued watching the two begin their fight. Both men came from martial arts families in Luoyang City. They had practiced with their families since childhood and were known for their hard work, earning them some reputation in Luoyang. That's why the man had been so displeased with Lu Rufeng's contemptuous smile.

The two young men were dressed almost identically, except for the color of their training clothes—one white, one black—both with bright, spirited eyes. They each took a few steps back, and at Zheng Laohu's command, they each assumed a feint stance, arms outstretched, ready to fight.

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Chapter 13 of The Thief's Life: Resurrection

On the stage, the two young men had only exchanged a few blows when Lu Rufeng realized they were from the same school, both using Bajiquan, a style of boxing that heavily relied on techniques like pulling, throwing, kicking, elbowing, and kneeing. In this style, the taller, stronger, and more skillful fighter naturally had the upper hand. The black-clad youth seemed to be a cut above the white-clad youth, and after more than ten rounds, a side kick sent the white-clad youth flying back a good ten feet, staggering to the ground, unable to get up. The cheers from the audience were deafening. Seeing the white-clad youth lying motionless on the ground, Zheng Laohu knew he was powerless to fight back and declared the black-clad youth the victor. As Zheng Laohu raised the black-clad youth's hand high, he roared with immense excitement, displaying the pride of a victor. As the winner, the black-clad youth could now sit on the other side of the stage, opposite Miss Fan.

The second round of the competition featured two even more formidable opponents. Although Lu Rufeng hadn't heard the discussions below the stage, he knew from the movements and stances of the two who stepped onto the platform that their martial arts foundation was definitely superior to the previous two youths. These two appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, both wearing low-cut cloth boots, steel-studded wristbands, and thin, open-fronted jackets. While not particularly muscular, they appeared remarkably agile.

Lu Rufeng secretly felt that this two would definitely be a good show, and indeed, once they began fighting, their attacks were swift and intense. Although their lower bodies seemed somewhat unstable, their movements were incredibly agile, which Lu Rufeng secretly admired.

Like the previous pair of youths, before the fight began, the two were very courteous, but once they engaged in close combat, neither would yield an inch, each wanting to kill the other in one blow and seize their qualification to advance.

Although Lu Rufeng hadn't heard Zheng Laohu explain the rules of the competition, he knew that Miss Fan wouldn't take every winner as her husband. This meant that after the initial duels, there would be an even more brutal battle. Only one could emerge victorious; it seemed becoming a son-in-law of the Fan family wouldn't be so easy.

As Lu Rufeng pondered this, he suddenly saw someone grab the opponent's belt, abruptly crouch down, and single-handedly lift the person from the ground above their head, spinning them into the air.

Anyone who has studied martial arts knows that once the body is off the ground and loses its footing, it's difficult to gain leverage, leaving one completely at the mercy of their opponent. Lu Rufeng was eagerly anticipating the spectacle of the boy being thrown off the stage when, suddenly, to the surprise of almost everyone in the audience, the boy who had been lifted up, with lightning speed, straightened his body like a zombie, his legs pressed tightly together, and his toe struck the waist of the contestant who was holding him and spinning him around. Caught off guard by this sudden attack, the boy on the ground dropped and collapsed forward with a thud, unable to get up.

Lu Rufeng clearly saw this move; it was the "Resurrection" technique that his master had specifically instructed him to learn how to counter. Lu Rufeng's master had traveled far and wide, befriending heroes from all over the land, and had only ever seen one person use this move. His master had been defeated by "Resurrection" years ago, and afterwards, he not only studied it with that person but also diligently researched it with his disciple, finally developing a unique technique to counter "Resurrection."

Seeing this, Lu Rufeng was itching to fight, wishing he could jump onto the platform and spar with the man. He was very confident that he was the nemesis of this "resurrected corpse."

Just as he was eager to try, the third round began. In less than two hours, five pairs had finished their battles, selecting five masters. These winners were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also handsome, and each felt they were worthy of the title "Luoyang Peony." So the five contestants sat confidently on the platform, waiting for the next round.

Zheng Laohu walked to the center of the platform with a beaming smile, preparing to announce the next round of matches, when Lu Rufeng couldn't resist any longer. He shouted "Wait!" and jumped up, doing a somersault, rushing forward, stepping on the shoulder of the spectator in front, and gently leaping onto the platform, landing lightly in front of Zheng Laohu.

Zheng Laohu had already spotted a figure rushing up from below the stage, but being a seasoned martial artist and confident in his skills, he didn't retreat a single step when Lu Rufeng flew towards him, a fact that greatly impressed Lu Rufeng.

Although Zheng Laohu appeared calm on the surface, he was inwardly quite shocked. The man's lightness skill alone made his eyes pop out, but he maintained his composure to conceal his astonishment in this grand occasion.

"You're also participating in the martial arts contest for a husband?" Zheng Laohu asked in a deep voice.

"What's wrong with me? Can't I participate? What would I be doing here if I wasn't participating?" Lu Rufeng replied glibly, his eyes darting towards Fan Lihua, who sat upright on the right side of the stage. "Hehe, I came here specifically for Miss Fan. Just like them." He pointed to the five victorious contestants sitting stiffly opposite him like zombies.

Zheng Laohu immediately looked displeased and said, "Young man, you should watch your words. How can you talk such nonsense?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. Let them tell me if they're here for Miss Fan. If not, I think they should just go down to the stage and watch the show quietly."

Zheng Laohu, seeing that Lu Rufeng's clothes were not extravagant, assumed he wasn't from a wealthy family and didn't want him involved. However, not wanting to offend this agile young man, he smiled and said, "Look, they all fight in pairs, and only the winners can advance. You currently have no one to fight you. I think... you should just give up."

"No way! I've come all this way to participate in this martial arts tournament. How can I just give up? Is it because Senior Zheng is worried that my attire will embarrass the Fan family?"

"That's not true. How could I judge a person by their clothes? However..." Just as Zheng Laohu was feeling conflicted, Fan Lihua stepped forward, coldly looking at Lu Rufeng, sizing him up, and asked, "Why didn't you state your name earlier? Where are you from?"

"Ahem, Miss, my name is Lu Rufeng. I wander the world, with no fixed abode. I came to participate in the martial arts tournament today only because I admire you, Miss. I found out a little late, so I couldn't give my name earlier. I hope you won't use that as an excuse to keep me at arm's length?"

Being so close, Fan Lihua's beauty astonished Lu Rufeng. Although she had only given him a cold look earlier, Lu Rufeng felt a surge of energy, wishing he could immediately grab one of those five people and start fighting.

"Then Senior Zheng, please make the arrangements for him." Fan Lihua finished speaking and turned back to her seat.

"

Then which one of them would you like to spar with?" Zheng Laohu asked, pointing to the five people sitting there.

Lu Rufeng thought that these five people were all winners of the paired battles, so the difficulty was naturally much greater than their duel. It seemed that Tiger Zheng had deliberately set a difficult challenge for him. But then he thought, if he couldn't defeat these experts, he wouldn't be able to fulfill his wish of becoming the son-in-law of the emperor. Not to mention one of them, even if all five of them took turns fighting, they might not be able to beat him. Moreover, judging from the cold expression on Miss Fan's face, she didn't seem to like him much. Why not defeat all five rivals and prevent them from stealing the limelight and winning Miss Fan's heart? So he casually said with a smile, "Then let them decide for themselves. Whoever loses to me can forget about sitting in that chair anymore."

Upon hearing this, the five people were immediately furious. They all wished they could stomp Lu Rufeng into the ground to stop him from acting so arrogantly. Before Tiger Zheng could even speak, the five of them stood up at the same time, ready to fight Lu Rufeng.

"Hehe, you guys don't want to all come at me at once, do you? That's too much of a bully!" Lu Rufeng laughed as he saw all five of them step forward.

"No need, I can throw you off the stage by myself!" One of the burly men volunteered to stand in front. He was imposing, with a booming voice, and his tiger-like eyes stared directly at Lu Rufeng, showing no sign of weakness.

"Whoever loses has to get off the stage. Don't you regret it?" Zheng Laohu reminded the man who had stepped forward.

"Hehe, if even I can't beat him, do you think he can sit there?" Lu Rufeng said sarcastically.

"Don't be too happy yet. Empty words aren't real skill. Show me what you've got."

"Heh, don't complain about others saying a few extra words just because you're not good with words. Being tongue-tied doesn't mean you have real skill."

Fan Lihua, sitting to the side, thought Lu Rufeng was truly shameless, speaking without a trace of humility, radiating arrogance.

"Senior Zheng, stop letting them argue. Let them fight already!" Fan Lihua, already impatient, urged Zheng Laohu.

At Zheng Laohu's command, the two immediately took their stances.

Lu Rufeng, unsure what tricks Zheng Laohu might have up his sleeve, dared not use any tricks, aiming for a quick victory to avoid wasting his energy. He defeated the burly man in less than four rounds.

The young man, feeling ashamed and angry, slunk away from the stage. A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd.

"I'll take him on!" The young man who used the "Resurrection" technique leaped forward and took a stance against Lu Rufeng. Even Zheng Laohu felt he couldn't interfere and let them fight. After less than six or seven rounds, Lu Rufeng grabbed his belt and lifted him into the air, just like before. The spectators below held their breath for Lu Rufeng, because in the previous fight, he had defeated his opponent with that unexpected "Resurrection" move.

But none of them knew that Lu Rufeng had practiced countless times with his master, and his touch was extraordinary. He could immediately sense any slight change in the young man's movements and react swiftly.

After circling the young man above his head a few times, Lu Rufeng suddenly felt his body stiffen—a necessary step before using "Resurrection." Lu Rufeng knew his moment had come. As he felt the man's body plummeting down, he immediately pulled back, using the hand gripping the man's belt to gain leverage. With a sharp twist, the young man's stiff body spun rapidly in the air. This spin was nothing like a somersault; he remained completely rigid, intending to use the force to kick Lu Rufeng's unguarded lower back. But he never expected Lu Rufeng to be his nemesis, causing him to lose his footing. After spinning three or four times in the air, his stiff body crashed to the ground with a "thud." Lu Rufeng, however, had already dodged to the side, tumbling on one leg, laughing heartily.

"Did it hurt, brother?" Lu Rufeng clapped his hands with a carefree laugh, eliciting cheers from the audience.

Fan Lihua, who had been watching quietly, had assumed Lu Rufeng would undoubtedly lose this round, but the young man, skilled in his special move, had fallen so badly.

Once his stiff body fell to the ground, the consequences were predictable. He lay there, unable to utter a sound, daring not to groan. At this moment, the three remaining strong men stepped forward, volunteering to fight. Lu Rufeng stretched out his hand: "Wait! You're really starting a group fight? Do you think I'm an outsider and easy to bully? Heh, besides, you're rivals for my affections, why are you all ganging up on me all at once? I took on both of you by myself, isn't that unfair enough? Do you expect me to beat you all down one by one before you're satisfied? You don't even have a shred of self-awareness, that's even more pathetic."

The men were both afraid of Lu Rufeng's extremely strange skills and speechless at his words. It would be too unfair for several of them to take turns attacking him. So they all sat back down in their original positions.

Lu Rufeng, however, was not satisfied. He went straight to Fan Lihua, smiled slightly, leaned forward, and clasped his hands, saying, "May I learn a few moves from Miss?" Although he was bowing, his eyes were boldly and shamelessly staring at Fan Lihua's beautiful face, both provocative and teasing, leaving Fan Lihua at a loss. At this moment, a maidservant suddenly stood in front of her, her almond eyes wide open, and said angrily, "How dare you! How could my young lady casually spar with you? If you don't mind losing face, spar with me first!"

"Tao'er, don't be rude!" Fan Lihua, provoked by the maidservant, calmed down a lot. She slowly stood up, took off her cloak, handed it to the maidservant named Tao'er, stretched her slender fingers, and walked to the center of the platform. When the crowd below saw that even Miss Fan had stood up, they all held their breath to see the splendor of the Luoyang Peony.

Fully armed, Fan Lihua appeared even more imposing, but Lu Rufeng felt a surge of anger when he recalled the cold look she had given him when he first stepped onto the stage. He thought, "If I don't embarrass you today, you won't know how formidable I, the notorious bandit, am. If I weren't afraid of revealing my identity and alerting the authorities, I could scare half the onlookers to death just by saying my name!"

Although she was a woman, Lu Rufeng never expected that Fan Lihua, known as the "Peony of Luoyang," was not only beautiful but also incredibly skilled in martial arts, on par with the five victorious men. Lu Rufeng was startled; it seemed that underestimating her opponent had indeed led to a great loss. He quickly regained his composure and began to fight her. Lu Rufeng's boxing style was so unpredictable that it was impossible to discern which school or style she belonged to—it seemed to be everything, yet nothing at all. Lu Rufeng deliberately teased her, not engaging in a real fight, but rather stalling for time in the arena, wanting to play with her a little longer. Just as Fan Lihua was nearly exhausted, he suddenly shoved her on the left shoulder, causing her to stagger backward. Seeing that she was about to fall, Lu Rufeng lunged forward, pulling her into his arms. One hand rested on her full breasts; their softness and elasticity almost made the lustful Lu Rufeng lose his composure. This outcome was exactly what Lu Rufeng had anticipated, so he lingered, unwilling to remove his hand, pressing his body tightly against hers, even inhaling her wonderfully fragrant scent.

As the saying goes, men and women should not touch, especially since Miss Fan had never allowed any other man to take advantage of her since childhood. How could she resist Lu Rufeng's embrace and press?

This sudden movement filled the usually proud Miss Fan with both shame and anger, her face instantly turning as red as the evening glow. What Lu Rufeng didn't expect was that Fan Lihua, enraged and ashamed, struck him with her own palm, causing him to stumble. "You daring lecher, take this!" Seeing her master suffer a loss, the

maid named Xiao Tao

shouted, brandishing her sword and thrusting it at Lu Rufeng. Startled, Lu Rufeng retreated step by step, but Xiao Tao persisted, spinning and leaping after him. Her sword dance was dazzling, something most people would find difficult to parry. Fortunately, Lu Rufeng was agile and quickly dodged; otherwise, he would have been a victim of Xiao Tao's sword!

Miss Fan, fearing for her safety—after all, swords have no eyes—stood there and shouted, "Xiao Tao, come back!" Only then did Xiao Tao withdraw her sword, standing there angrily, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at the still-stunned Lu Rufeng. But Lu Rufeng was a natural-born rogue, and even at this moment he couldn't shake his glib tongue, saying, "Miss, what do you mean by this? I'm sparring with Miss Fan, why are you interfering? Miss Fan is holding a martial arts contest to find a husband, I'm here for Miss Fan, not for her maid!"

"You lecherous scoundrel, how dare you publicly humiliate my young lady, are you tired of living?" Xiao Tao retorted sharply, not giving an inch.

"That's a terrible injustice to me, young master. When did I humiliate your young lady? I just sparred with her a couple of times!" Lu Rufeng feigned complete innocence.

"What kind of lousy young master? I think you're just a complete beggar!"

Lu Rufeng playfully straightened his clothes, looked down at them, and asked in confusion, "What? Do I look like a beggar? Let me tell you, even if you asked me to be the leader of the Beggars' Clan, hehe, I wouldn't do it. From now on, don't call me a beggar. Call me Young Master Lu, or even Young Master Lu."

"May I ask where Young Master Lu's residence is?" Zheng Laohu, who hadn't spoken until now, saw Xiao Tao and Lu Rufeng arguing and felt it was improper, so he stepped forward, brushed aside the sword that Xiao Tao was still holding, and asked Lu Rufeng directly.

"Ahem, I already stated that I'm a wanderer, with no fixed abode." Lu Rufeng crossed his arms, looking like a rogue. His demeanor made the usually respectful Zheng Laohu feel that he had no respect for his elders, and he was seething with anger but couldn't vent it. Firstly, Zheng Laohu had witnessed Lu Rufeng's superb martial arts skills. Although he was a top martial arts master in Luoyang, he wasn't guaranteed to gain the upper hand in a fight with Lu Rufeng and might even lose to the young man. Secondly, given his reputation as Zheng Laohu, fighting with someone like a beggar would be a laughingstock, and he naturally couldn't afford to lose. But if he let Lu Rufeng walk away so easily, how could Zheng Laohu maintain his reputation in Luoyang afterward? Even if he disregarded his own reputation, even Old Master Fan wouldn't be able to swallow this insult. After much deliberation, Zheng Laohu decided to take the risk, hoping to salvage some face for the Fan family and himself. He said in a deep voice, "Today's martial arts contest for marriage was announced beforehand; everyone in Luoyang knows about it. Yet you, Young Master Lu, only announced your name after everyone else had finished. This is already against the rules; you shouldn't have been allowed to participate. Unexpectedly, you went too far, actually sparring with the young lady and even making indecent advances. How do you suggest we resolve this?"

Upon hearing that the renowned Zheng Laohu had come to question him, Lu Rufeng realized the situation was far from over. He then smiled and bowed to Zheng Laohu, saying, "Senior Zheng, please forgive my rudeness. I didn't mean it. If someone as important as you were to fight with a mere junior like me on this stage, wouldn't that make you a laughingstock, someone who bullies the weak? I think you should calm down, raise your hand, and it would all be over."

"Heh, you make it sound so easy. This martial arts contest for a husband is a matter for the Fan family. Even if I don't hold it against you, do you think the Fan family will let you go?" Zheng Laohu had been eager to find a way out, so upon hearing Lu Rufeng's words, he quickly passed the buck to the still furious Miss Fan, Fan Lihua. Zheng Laohu looked to Fan Lihua for her opinion. Fan Lihua wanted nothing more than to chop off Lu Rufeng's dirty hand that had touched her breast, but with so many people watching her from below the stage, she had to maintain the demeanor of a well-bred lady and couldn't afford to lash out too much. So she said fiercely, "Tell him to leave Luoyang City immediately. I never want to see him again!"

"Aren't you leaving yet? If my young lady sees you again, things won't be this easy!" Xiao Tao was also furious. Lu Rufeng cursed inwardly, "What a fierce girl! She's practically Fan Lihua's little bitch. She jumps on outsiders the moment her master is wronged. But I, Lu Rufeng, quite like that loyalty. One day, I'll get a little bitch like that too. So obedient!" He winked at Xiao Tao, chuckled, bowed a few times to Zheng Laohu and Miss Fan, leaped off the platform, turned back, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly, "Until we meet again!" With that, he leaped away, flying through the air above everyone's heads, leaving them all astonished.

Zheng Laohu, standing on the platform, saw that Lu Rufeng's speed was twice as fast as when he came up. He secretly rejoiced, thankful he hadn't fought him!

The martial arts competition was abruptly ended by Lu Rufeng. Two of the five victorious warriors had been defeated, and the remaining three were utterly disheveled and dejected. They secretly regretted their lack of skill, blaming Lu Rufeng for ruining their plans. Each of them vowed to return and hone their skills before pursuing the beauty again. Although Lu Rufeng

had defeated two and frightened away the remaining three, his carefree and roguish manner disgusted Miss Fan, who had no intention of taking him as her son-in-law. However, Lu Rufeng was still secretly delighted, because those five toads would never get their hands on the swan!

"Hmph! Fan Lihua! I'll get my hands on you sooner or later!"

Lu Rufeng thought to himself as he leisurely walked towards Yu Tao'er's estate outside Luoyang.

Chapter 16 of The Thief's Life: Ice Heart Jade Pot.

After leaving the martial arts arena, Lu Rufeng walked for a while. He felt that returning to Yu Tao's manor in broad daylight would inevitably lead to gossip about the widow. It would be better to wander around Luoyang City some more. Since his injury from the dart, he hadn't been to such lively places for quite some time, and he wondered if she had changed.

Luoyang City was full of beauties, especially the Hidden Spring Pavilion. However, Lu Rufeng had never truly interacted with the women there. He would only touch their buttocks and squeeze their breasts. Sometimes, he wouldn't even touch them, just give the madam a few taels of silver, sit there drinking tea, and watching the women flirt.

Lu Rufeng wandered around several shops, casually grabbing a few valuable trinkets and stuffing them into his sleeves. He then entered a silk shop, and while the shop assistant wasn't looking, he slipped a piece of fine Hangzhou silk into his pocket. He swaggered out, and seeing that it was getting late, he headed towards the brothel alley.

Cangchun Pavilion was located in the bustling northern part of Luoyang. During the day, it wasn't very noticeable, but at night, it was brightly lit and bustling with people. Those who frequented it were mostly high-ranking officials, wealthy and talented men; even the name itself intimidated poor men, who feared someone would steal their meager savings.

Cangchun Pavilion had two floors, with stages on three sides. The central area was a large space for prostitutes and their clients to entertain or watch shows—a very grand affair. Women with customers would go inside to chat and drink tea with them, or to engage in other intimate activities. Those without customers would sit on small stools by the door, waiting for the madam to call them. If a customer suddenly arrived, the idle prostitutes would swarm around him like flies, afraid that the prize would fall into someone else's hands. Lu Rufeng loved watching this scene. Sometimes he really couldn't understand whether those women were after a man's money or his "Southern Kingdom" (a euphemism for a powerful man). In this Hidden Spring Pavilion, Lu Rufeng did have a lover. The woman always claimed to be an artist, not a prostitute. Whenever Lu Rufeng sat with her, she was quiet and never tried to be seductive. However, he couldn't be sure if she was truly innocent. What good woman came here? A good woman wouldn't come here. But for some reason, he often thought about his lover, Yingui. Even just glancing at her made him feel comfortable.

Lu Rufeng straightened his clothes in front of the Cangchun Pavilion and stepped up the stairs. As soon as he entered the courtyard, the sharp-eyed madam greeted him with great joy, saying, "Isn't this the Sixth Young Master? It's been a while since you've been here! Has our young lady done something to displease you again? Come quickly, the Sixth Young Master is here! The maids will serve your sister Yingui first!"

Whenever Lu Rufeng came here, the madam always received a bribe, and the girls were always generously rewarded. So, the madam treated Lu Rufeng like a god of wealth. Her eyes were fixed on the bulging bag in Lu Rufeng's arms, unable to discern its contents. She smiled sweetly and said, "What wonderful gift did Sixth Young Master bring for Miss Yin Gui? Let me see!"

Lu Rufeng pulled out a piece of silk, its pattern and texture enviable, and shoved it onto the madam's ample bosom, laughing, "This is a gift from my little Sixth son!"

"Oh, that's wonderful! I must thank Sixth Master!"

The madam beamed as she accepted the silk. Suddenly, Lu Rufeng leaned forward, pressing against her plump body and whispering, "Don't tell anyone it's from me. Some people will be unhappy!"

"I remember, I remember." The madam happily swayed her fat hips as she walked towards her room, turning back at the door to give Lu Rufeng, who was surrounded by girls, a flirtatious wink.

Lu Rufeng was ushered into a hall by several girls. This was a place for waiting for beauties; to avoid neglecting the customers, the madam always made those who hadn't yet gotten a girl wait there. Several men were already sitting there, flirting and making advances at the girls, causing them to moan and yelp like night owls. Lu Rufeng couldn't stand the noise and turned to one of the girls, saying, "Let's find a quiet place first." The girl, thinking he was interested in her, happily exchanged flirtatious glances.

One or two of the three girls clung to Lu Rufeng's arms, while another nestled close to him.

"Don't touch me like that, ladies," Lu Rufeng teased them as they entered a quiet room. "I have money on me. If you don't let me touch you enough, do you expect me to go see Miss Yin Gui empty-handed? I don't have that kind of shamelessness." Once inside, the girls became even more unrestrained, practically wanting to devour Lu Rufeng. The room actually had a window open. Through that window, two people were peering over from outside the Hidden Spring Pavilion wall. It was none other than Miss Fan and her personal maid, Xiao Tao'er.

Miss Fan had been publicly groped on the platform by Lu Rufeng, and the more she thought about it, the more indignant she felt. She wanted to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson and let him know that the Fan family wasn't so easily bullied. Unexpectedly, Lu Rufeng had just caught up with her here when he entered a brothel. Miss Fan's determination to teach this lecherous scoundrel even stronger became.

"Weren't you called Xinghua?" Lu Rufeng asked the girl nestled in his arms with a lewd grin.

"Sixth Young Master has such a good memory! It's been so long since you last came, and you still remember my name. Well then, I'll have to warm up Sixth Brother today!" Saying this, she looked coquettishly at the other two girls, deliberately pressing her breasts against Lu Rufeng's body. Lu Rufeng didn't stand on ceremony, reaching out and covering her breasts with his large hand, squeezing hard with his five fingers. Xinghua cried out sweetly, "Ouch, Sixth Brother's hands are so strong! You've squeezed my little treasure flat! You won't believe me, just look!" While exclaiming, she pressed her breasts closer to Lu Rufeng's face, using one hand to unfasten the buttons of the cloth straps under her arm.

"He really is a lecherous scoundrel, coming to a place like this! When he comes out, you can punish him severely. As long as no one dies, you'll have done him a favor!" Fan Lihua, perched on the high wall not far away, cursed fiercely.

"Don't worry, Miss, I'll definitely show him how powerful I, Xiao Tao'er, am." Xiao Tao'er only regretted being a woman, unable to enter a brothel; otherwise, she would be in there right now, slicing off Lu Rufeng's five demonic claws with a single sword stroke.

The

little vixen nestled in Lu Rufeng's arms, enjoying the way his large hands kneaded her breasts, was eager to engage in some physical intimacy with him. So, while striking seductive poses for Lu Rufeng, she winked and said to her two sisters, "I suppose our Sister Yin Gui hasn't finished washing up yet. I can serve her here for now." The two sisters, understanding her charm, smiled and turned to leave.

Seeing the two sisters leave the room, the girl named Xinghua suddenly buried her face in Lu Rufeng's chest, trying to kiss him. Xiao Tao and Fan Lihua, who were peeking from outside, immediately covered their eyes in embarrassment. Xiao Tao couldn't help but peek through her fingers.

"Shameless!" Xiao Tao muttered angrily after only one peek.

Fan Lihua calmed herself and said, "Xiao Tao, watch carefully and see what that lecherous thief can do."

"I'm embarrassed to let others see this kind of thing."

"Just watch when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense!"

Lu Rufeng saw that Xiao Xinghua's belly was pressed against him, leaving him nowhere to hide. She even kissed him on the face, leaving a red lip print.

"Oh, Sixth Brother, are you shy or what? Are you really a virgin? I'm an expert, I can tell with just one try." As she spoke, her hand suddenly slipped into Lu Rufeng's crotch. Lu Rufeng's erection swelled even more with that squeeze from Xinghua, who had seen her share of lewdness. "Brother

's thing is so big, you really are a woman's delight. Why don't you take off your clothes and let your sister have a taste? I'm already gushing with desire." She wrapped her arms around Lu Rufeng's neck coquettishly, her hot breath spraying onto his face. Lu Rufeng suddenly stood up and said, "Let go of my hand first, let me go to the toilet for a bit." Lu Rufeng feigned embarrassment, while Xinghua said coquettishly, "You're such a lazy donkey trying to get on the millstone, you're a mess! I only touched you for a moment and you're already sick! You'd better hurry up, your little sister is waiting here!"

Lu Rufeng hurriedly ran outside, heading straight for the outhouse. He frantically unzipped his pants, trying to urinate, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pee. He was exhausted, his face flushed red, but it was no use. The more he wanted to urinate, the more his mind was filled with the alluring image of Yingui from a few months ago, and the wanton, seductive breasts of little Xinghua. Her pair of large, voluptuous breasts kept swaying in front of his eyes.

"What on earth did that lecher go about? That slut was seducing him so much, why didn't he take the bait? He's already gone to a brothel, what's with the act of being respectable?" Fan Lihua asked, puzzled.

"Could it be that he discovered us and is trying to escape?"

"No way, we're so far away, how could he find us?"

"I'll go in and take a look."

"You have to be careful," Fan Lihua cautioned.

Lu Rufeng was in a dilemma in the outhouse. He remembered the same feeling he had after eating the porridge Li Shande had cooked for him in the forest. It only subsided after the illicit act was completed. He wanted to relieve himself here quickly. Xinghua was happy for him to spit it into her body, but Lu Rufeng dared not. He knew that those who frequented brothels were prone to contracting venereal diseases if their physical contact was too lewd. That was why he had hidden himself here. But just as he was about to act, he heard footsteps outside. He quickly pulled up his pants, turned around, and went to a secluded spot with only a dim light. Lu Rufeng took out his penis and began to squeeze it with one hand. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a head suddenly peeked out from the wall a few feet away from him, and saw him gripping his penis with both hands.

Lu Rufeng didn't see clearly, but it was Xiao Tao who had secretly turned around from the front to see what Lu Rufeng was up to. Instead, she witnessed the embarrassing scene and quickly climbed down the wall to return to her mistress's side.

"What was he doing?"

Xiao Tao asked shyly. "He was relieving himself."

"Then why hasn't he come out yet? Do you think he might take this opportunity to escape?"

Xiao Tao hesitated for a moment, then said, "No way, he'll definitely go back in."

Just as the two were speculating, Lu Rufeng suddenly came in again. However, he didn't go to find the girl named Xinghua, but instead went to Yin Gui's room. Yin Gui was already dressed and waiting there with several musicians. Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with two silver hairpins, both embellished with gleaming beads. Her eyebrows were delicately drawn, and her wide, long eyes were slightly upturned. She possessed an air of nobility, but unfortunately, she had fallen into this world of prostitution.

Lu Rufeng stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Xiao Liu Zi."

The young lady, Yin Gui, raised her eyes and looked at Lu Rufeng. Her appearance was captivating; her eyes were like autumn water, her face rosy, her lips red and teeth white. Though slightly melancholy, she still possessed a dignified air. She slightly rose from her seat, curtsied to Lu Rufeng, and returned to her seat, saying, "Young Master, how have you been?"

"Thanks to you, Miss, I, Xiao Liu Zi, am doing well."

"I haven't seen you for so many days, Young Master. I wonder what has kept you so busy? You must have forgotten me."

"Hehe, what are you saying? Although I, Xiao Liu Zi, am not in Luoyang, my heart has always been with you, Miss."

"What kind of song would you like to hear today, Young Master Liu?"

"Just seeing your beautiful face is already quite comforting. Please sing whatever you like."

“I recently composed a ‘Lament of a Lady in Luoyang,’ I wonder if Sixth Master would like to hear it?”

Lu Rufeng sat down gracefully, looking directly at the girl, Yin Gui. Seeing that she was thinner despite her elaborate makeup, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He said, “If it was composed by you, Miss, then I would like to hear it even more.”

Yin Gui then began to play the moon lute, and the three-stringed lute, the zither, the clapper, and the octagonal drum all began to play together. The music immediately created a desolate atmosphere that enveloped Lu Rufeng. Yin Gui opened her red lips, revealing her pearly teeth, and sang: “

The autumn wind is fierce, the withered grass droops, each strand of dry silk weeps like a ghost, the silver zither hangs silent on the bamboo flute, all my longing is cast aside in Luoyang. Since our parting, laughter has faded, rouge has been withheld, all because my beloved has vanished without a trace. Hate is boundless, love is bottomless, sweet words deceived me, he hides his message at the ends of the earth, how many years have been wasted in the hands of this heartless lover.” For no reason, she had gained weight in her cicada-like clothes and lost her fair skin; she wished she could kill the mandarin ducks at the bottom of the pond. When

the girl, Yin Gui, sang with deep emotion, tears welled up in her eyes, moving Lu Rufeng even more.

At this moment, Fan Lihua and Xiao Tao were also truly listening, and they couldn't help but wonder: This lecherous scoundrel has such a relationship with a famous courtesan in Luoyang. These two must already be lovers in secret; it seems Lu Rufeng will definitely be sleeping here tonight.

"Miss, let's go. I don't think this lecherous scoundrel will leave this Hidden Spring Pavilion tonight. We should go back and rest early, and come back to confront him first thing tomorrow morning."

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