【Crimson Blood Begonia】

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September is the hottest season in western Hunan, with the scorching sun beating down relentlessly, leaving the roads and fields deserted.
In Yuanzhen Dong'an Township, an old village nestled amidst dense forests, tranquility reigns supreme—a true paradise.
One family, however, defies the blazing sun. Their three long, narrow wooden houses are bustling with activity, filled with men, women, and children, their heads wrapped in blue, white, and various other colors of homespun cloth. Makeshift shelters made of straw mats have been erected in the threshing ground. Though everyone is drenched in sweat, laughter and song fill the air.
Several young women, accompanied by homemade gongs, sing a poignant aria:
"My parents' kindness is greater than heaven and earth, their nurturing and education have broken their hearts. The tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases; their kindness remains unrepaid, and we must part.
Gazing towards my hometown, I long for return, but how long can I stay? The stream before the door flows on, and my tears fall endlessly." Accompanied by beautiful singing, slender, white arms emerged from short, loose sleeves, swaying lightly to the rhythm.
A discerning observer would immediately recognize that a grand Tujia wedding was taking place. The Tujia are descendants of the ancient Ba people. Due to the isolation caused by the mountains, unlike other ethnic groups, they haven't retained their primitive ways and have long since assimilated into the Han Chinese, though they still retain many of their own customs, such as the custom of weeping before the bride. At the
end of the pavilion, several square tables were set up, where some men, not wanting to join the commotion, casually sat enjoying oil tea, dried rice, and poached eggs, chatting away.
Someone called out, "The newlyweds are out!"
The groom, Tang Niu, wore a brand-new traditional Chinese jacket, his dark face憨憨地 (simple and honest), and his wide grin never stopped.
The focus, of course, wasn't on him, but on the bride, Qinghong, who seemed more radiant than the sun. She had a round face, delicate, arched eyebrows, a rosy complexion, and a full bosom. Her clothes and headscarf were adorned with colorful embroidery, a unique blend of simplicity and elegance. The vibrant colors of the brocade she wore were striking; she was truly a beautiful woman.
The young man sitting on the far side said with undisguised envy, "Ah Niu, you're so lucky. That little hunter married a fairy-like wife, and from outside the mountains at that." The older, bearded man laughed, "You barbarian rafts all day, you haven't paid any respects to the Plum Goddess (a female mountain deity revered by the Tujia people). Next time, you should ask her to let you meet a water fairy." The conversation gradually drifted to the recent robbery of Huang Laocai from the neighboring village. "It's said it was Black Phoenix who did it," said a white-faced, beardless Han Chinese man. "Robbing the rich but not the poor, taking money but not harming people—that's Black Phoenix's style indeed." "The old man said, 'That's true, but three years ago she broke her own rules and was too ruthless towards Old Master Bai of the Bai family, which is why the authorities are cracking down on her.' The young man called Manzi interjected again, 'I'd like to meet the most beautiful woman in the mountains. Wang Tou said he saw her in person while hunting, and she's ten times more beautiful than the bride; she's the reincarnation of the Plum Blossom Goddess.' The old man cursed, 'Pah! I'll smash your dog teeth! How can a female bandit be compared to the Plum Blossom Goddess?' Just then, a sudden commotion arose, with people shouting, 'The soldiers are here! The soldiers are here!' The so-called soldiers were actually the Yuan Town security regiment, about twenty men in yellow uniforms, armed with large helmets—a truly imposing force. They immediately surrounded the house.
Ethnic minorities have always feared officials, and all the singing and dancing stopped. People looked at these menacing, uninvited guests with terror."
A-Niu's father, Tang Laonuo, hurriedly went to greet him, bowing and scraping to a man who looked like an officer. "What are your orders, sir?" The officer was of medium height, with thick eyebrows and large eyes—a standard man, though there was a hint of wickedness in his gaze.
He immediately said sternly, "Just to correct you, we are the National Revolutionary Army. You should call us 'Commander,' not 'Sir.'" Tang Laonuo obediently replied, "Understood, sir." The officer grinned slightly, helpless with the ignorance of these young men, and went straight to the point. "You are Tang Laonuo, and your son is Tang Niu. You've found a wife named Qinghong, haven't you?" "Yes." "Where is the bride? Bring her out." A sense of foreboding swept through Tang Laonuo's heart. He had just forced a smile when the officer's stern expression froze him. He looked around helplessly; the villagers were all silent with fear.
Large beads of sweat streamed down.
During the standoff, a woman emerged from the crowd, standing confidently before her officer, looking directly at him without fear. "I am Qinghong." The officer praised, "What a beautiful and spirited girl." His face instantly turned cold. "Come on, tie up the female bandit Qinghong along with the accomplice Tang Laonuo and Tang Niu!" With a shout, the soldiers rushed forward, quickly pinning the men to the ground and binding them hand and foot. A Niu, despite his brute strength, was no match for the burly men, and roared angrily, "What have we done?" Qinghong cried out, "Don't make things difficult for Father!" The crowd began to stir again, some of the young men clenching their fists.
Seeing this, the officer also felt a bit scared. He ordered his soldiers to suppress the crowd with guns, shouting, "Let me tell you, I received intelligence that this Qinghong is in cahoots with the Black Phoenix gang. Anyone who dares to stop me is a traitor and will be arrested." The intimidation worked; no one dared to speak again. They even cooperated with the security team to verify the identities of everyone present before allowing them to disperse.
The officer watched coldly, then suddenly shouted to the crowd, "If anyone knows Black Phoenix, please tell her that I, Bai Tiande, am here. Tell her to wash her ass clean and wait for me to fuck her!" Everyone's faces changed in unison, and they lowered their heads and continued walking away.
The soldiers searched the Tang family's house for a while longer, took the money and valuables they found, and escorted the three blindfolded and gagged men away.
After a long time, the pale-faced, beardless young man crawled out of the haystack behind the house, sweating profusely and nearly collapsing. He buried his face in the water vat, gulped down several mouthfuls of water, and then hurriedly fled.
The former county government office in Yuanzhen, now the town government, has a large prison on the left side, where some prisoners are held. But what's truly frightening isn't this place, but the dungeon in the backyard of the security regiment, a place specifically for serious offenders and for using torture.
The Tang family and Qinghong are imprisoned here, but separately. Qinghong is half-suspended in a cell; "half-suspended" means her wrists are bound and pulled straight up with thick hemp rope, her toes barely touching the ground, forcing her to stand on tiptoe, which is extremely uncomfortable.
Bai Tiande, having drunk a few cups of old wine and eaten his fill, his face ruddy, brewed a pot of Longjing tea, and strolled leisurely to Qinghong. He greedily stared at her ample breasts, spread his five fingers as if to press them up, hesitated for a moment, but restrained himself, only comparing them slightly, and laughed, "Not bad, not bad, you're beautiful, and your breasts are big too." "Have you thought it through? Just tell me where Black Phoenix's lair is, and I'll not only let your whole family leave safely, but I'll also give you silver dollars. If you're stubborn, hmph, the consequences will be severe." Qinghong lowered her head and remained silent.
"I've wasted the whole afternoon with you, said a whole bunch of nice things, but let me tell you, little sister, this isn't my style. The brothers are getting impatient too, don't be stubborn and end up getting what's coming to you." Two shirtless thugs beside her grinned lewdly.
Qinghong's body trembled slightly, but she remained silent.
"Don't play dead with me, and don't even dream that Black Phoenix bitch will come to save you. But speaking of which, I really want her to come. If one comes, I'll grab her; if two come, I'll grab them both. I wonder which has bigger tits, Black Phoenix's or yours." Qinghong raised her head, spat in Bai Tiande's face, and cursed, "You beast, don't insult my sister." Bai Tiande turned his head, barely dodging the spittle, but in his haste, he accidentally dropped and shattered the small teapot on the ground. Enraged, he slapped Qinghong hard across the face, leaving her head lolling to one side, unable to catch her breath for a long time, five large red welts on her smooth, pink face.
Bai Tiande gritted his teeth, "You damn bitch, let's see how hot you are!" This time, he had no qualms, grabbing her collar and ripping it open with a soft "rip," the homespun cotton dress split in two, revealing a bright red undergarment, the front of which was meticulously embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks.
Suddenly realizing something, Bai Tiande's anger turned into a lewd laugh, "Today is your wedding night, bride! Damn, you've struck gold! I and my brothers are here to keep you company, though I wonder if you're still a virgin." Qinghong was filled with shame, her eyes tightly shut, two streams of tears involuntarily flowing down her cheeks.
Bai Tiande pushed his bodice up all the way down to his neck, exposing his full, firm breasts and white belly to the eerie light of the oil lamp, right in front of these fierce and menacing figures.
Qinghong trembled slightly.
Bai Tiande spread his hands, but couldn't fully control her large breasts. He kneaded them forcefully, like kneading dough, causing the flesh to bulge out from between his fingers. His mouth wasn't idle either, "Ah, so good, so big and soft. I heard Black Phoenix is a beauty too. If everyone were as hot as this bitch, why be a bandit? Running a brothel would be much more promising. I guarantee I'd bring my brothers and pay them to raid bandits every night." The thugs, their eyes already blazing with fury, laughed loudly at this.
Qinghong, with her eyes closed, only cursed incoherently, "Beast, animal..." Suddenly, Bai Tiande released her. Qinghong, not knowing what he was going to do, opened her eyes and saw him lower his head, opening his blood-red mouth to bite her breast.
Qinghong struggled desperately, but to no avail. She watched helplessly as Bai Tiande took one of her tender breasts into his mouth and bit down hard like a dog.
"Aiya...!" Qinghong let out a sharp scream, nearly fainting from the pain. Two rows of nearly two-tenths-inch deep gashes remained on her breasts, where Bai Tiande had bitten them. The dark nipples were almost bitten off, and blood gushed from the wounds, dripping onto the dusty ground, stained with brown stains—the blood of countless people who had been spilled there.
Bai Tiande laughed, "I'm a beast. Go ahead and bite me if you dare." He snapped his fingers at the thugs, "Strip this little bitch naked, get her in position, I'll personally check if she's a virgin. I'm warning you two, you can touch her before we consummate our marriage, but no cheating." The thugs chuckled, "We know the rules, boss." After Bai Tiande hummed a little tune and went out, he pounced on Qinghong like a hungry wolf.
Bai Tiande arrived at the prison where the Tang family father and son were being held. A Niu had already heard Qing Hong's screams and was relentlessly pounding his head against the iron bars, making a loud crashing sound. Blood streamed down his face, and Tang Lao Nuo couldn't pull him away.
Bai Tiande cursed, "Fool! Even if you kill yourself, you won't get out!" A Niu glared at him with bloodshot eyes, "What have you done to Qing Hong?" "Be realistic. Think about yourself. Do you know what the crime of colluding with bandits is? Execution!" Tang Lao Nuo knelt down, tears streaming down his face, "Sir, sir, please spare my son! We really don't know Qing Hong's origins! If we're lying, the Goddess of Plum Blossoms won't forgive us!" Bai Tiande sneered, "Who are you trying to fool? You think you're a child? Such a grown man and you don't know his origins? You must think he's some fairy descended from heaven." Tang Lao Nuo kept kowtowing, "I only have this one son. I'll take all the blame. I'll be your servant for all my lifetimes to repay you, sir." A Niu hugged Tang Lao Nuo and cried, "Father!" Bai Tiande, impatient with the scene of weeping and wailing, was already thinking about the sensual affair on the other side. Besides, he already knew that Qing Hong had willingly married A Niu, and that the Tang family were honest hunters known in the area, not bandits. He already
had a plan for dealing with the father and son: a scare followed by some more exploitation was inevitable. So he said, "Alright, considering your age and how difficult things are for you, Tang Lao Nuo, I'll give you a chance. I'll let you go home, but you have to raise one hundred silver dollars within ten days." Tang Lao Nuo's hope flared, "Where's my son?" Bai Tiande turned and left, "We'll talk when you bring the silver dollars." A scream came from afar again from Qinghong. Aniu rushed to the prison gate, grabbing the iron bars and shaking them desperately, "Release Qinghong! Release Qinghong!" The cries of men and women mingled together, echoing in the dark dungeon... Chapter Two: First Encounter with the Market Day The weather was still scorching hot, with no sign of rain.
Yuanzhen was a large town in the surrounding mountains, and the monthly market day had become a local festival. People dressed in ethnic costumes, though drenched in sweat, still came from all the villages and towns, carrying small baskets and bags, crowding back and forth on the long, narrow bluestone path lined with stalls, exchanging various goods.
In the crowd, three women dressed in Miao clothing, wearing Miao headdresses and carrying small baskets on their backs, discreetly avoided people's sight, hiding most of their faces behind long silver ornaments.
They entered a fabric shop around the corner. The woman with the silver fish-shaped lock led the shopkeeper aside to haggle, leaving the taller woman and the woman in blue and silver to pretend to look at the fabric, their eyes constantly glancing towards the regimental headquarters gate across the street.
Soon, they went out separately, then naturally reunited, whispering amongst themselves as they walked.
The woman in blue said, "There's only one soldier guarding the headquarters; the defense is lax. It's a good opportunity." The woman with the silver lock objected, "I think nighttime would be better. With so many people around, if we make a mistake, we'll have nowhere to hide." "On the contrary," the tall woman said, "during the day, with so many people, it's easier to take advantage of the chaos. At night, with the city gates locked, we really can't escape." "I…" the tall woman, who had been silent until now, spoke up, "Jinhua, Yinye, stop talking. I'm thinking, during the day, Deming knew we would rescue people, yet he dared to openly boast about it. He must have been on guard. I think it's a ruse, a trap to lure us in." Jinhua was skeptical. "Is Bai Tiande really that clever?" Yin Ye said, "Have you even seen what that bastard looks like? You know, as soon as he arrived, Sister Qinghong was already taken down by him. Sister Tang is right, that guy is cunning and ruthless. It's always better to be careful." The tall woman waved her hand and said softly, "Did you notice? On the surface, there's only one person at the regimental headquarters gate, but the fortune tellers and peddlers around there don't seem like legitimate business people. They don't do business at all; their eyes are always scanning passersby. We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's split up and leave." Just then, the crowd parted like a tide, pushing the three women against the wall. Waves of sweat and heat assaulted their nostrils. The tall woman, called Sister Tang, was still frowning and trying to endure it, while the two girls beside her had already started cursing, "Shh, don't push! Don't you have eyes?" All around, they heard chattering, "What's going on?" "The county magistrate's new wife has arrived." "I heard she's a stunning beauty." "Prettier than Black Phoenix?" "Damn it, what are you arguing about? Have you even seen Black Phoenix?" "Shh... Here she comes. Damn, so impressive." Four soldiers, guns at the ready, led the way, followed by a group of porters carrying large boxes. Behind the two maids was a bamboo sedan chair carried by four porters, upon which sat a beautiful woman wearing a silver-red sleeveless shirt with white trim and light blue trousers. Although her face was veiled, her fair and slender arms and graceful figure still stirred the imagination. She elegantly held a small parasol, her gaze fixed straight ahead, maintaining a reserved smile that also revealed a hint of shyness.
Passing by Tianxiang Tower, the madam, Aunt Hong, and the courtesan, Ruyi, watched the spectacle while munching on melon seeds.
Ruyi laughed, "Mama, if you had such a beauty here, we'd be doomed." Aunt Hong tried to tear her mouth apart, shouting, "Pah! Pah! Pah! Don't talk nonsense and shorten my lifespan!" Amidst the commotion, the carefree new wife suddenly seemed to sense something and unconsciously glanced to the side, her gaze accidentally meeting that of a tall woman hidden behind a silver headdress.
As if destined, this unintentional exchange of glances would become the starting point of their lifelong karmic debt.
She was momentarily stunned, and when she looked again, the tall woman was gone.
At a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, the three reunited, removing their heavy headdresses. The two young girls were actually twin sisters, equally beautiful and charming, differing only in their speech and mannerisms. The elder sister, Jin Hua, was lively and energetic, slightly reckless, while the younger sister, Yin Ye, was calm and reserved, quite shrewd. They were Black Phoenix's personal bodyguards, raised from childhood, and their marksmanship and martial arts skills were no less than those of men.
The tall, slender woman at the head of the group was graceful and alluring. Her honey-colored skin, tanned from years of sun exposure, while not fair, possessed a fine texture. Her beauty was tinged with a touch of heroism, making her undeniably stunning.
This woman was no ordinary beauty; she was Haitang, a notorious female bandit leader in western Hunan. Beautiful and ruthless, she was nicknamed the Black Phoenix. Her twenty or so men and guns were mostly women. Their movements were elusive, often appearing near Yuan Town, targeting wealthy families.
Their most infamous feat was the devastating attack on Bai Family Fort three years prior, where they brutally murdered the clan leader, Bai Jingxuan. The torture was so severe that he was forced to drink women's urine, dying of shame and rage. From then on, everyone lived in fear. Although the local militia had launched numerous raids, they were disorganized and repeatedly defeated by Haitang, who managed to seize some of their weapons.
But then, out of nowhere, a man named Bai Tiande appeared and became the head of the security team. As soon as he took office, he captured Qinghong, who was coming down the mountain to get married, and posted a notice that Qinghong would be beheaded within ten days.
Thinking of this, Haitang felt both regret and pain. Back then, Aniu had met Qinghong while hunting in the mountains, and the two fell in love. Qinghong repeatedly begged Haitang to let her go down the mountain, a taboo for the bandits. If Haitang hadn't softened her heart and granted her wish, she wouldn't be in this predicament today. Erxizi, whom
she had sent to offer congratulations that day, had escaped death, but when he reached the mountain, he was deathly pale. When he recounted Bai Tiande's arrogant words, everyone was enraged, except for Haitang, who felt uneasy, a terrible premonition washing over her.
She prayed to the Plum Goddess that the premonition wouldn't be reality.
It was too late to find out who had betrayed Qinghong. Today was the fifth day, and Haitang knew that if she didn't rescue Qinghong soon, not only would Qinghong be in grave danger, but she herself would lose all credibility and face certain death.
But how could she rescue her from the clutches of the cunning Bai Tiande?
Open robbery, simply watching the cage being filled, is a dead end. A clever scheme? But what plan could be devised?
Haitang leaned against the threshold of the dilapidated temple, facing the slowly setting sun outside, lost in agonizing contemplation, her heart aching.
Jinhua and Yinye dared not breathe, watching with worry as their elder sister's strong and beautiful face became a silhouette in the sunset.
Jinhua whispered to Yinye, "I don't know why, but I feel that Sister Tang isn't as confident as before." Yinye quickly replied, "Don't talk nonsense. No matter what, we must trust Sister Tang." Even so, a sense of helpless emptiness still arose in both of them.
Haitang's worries were not unfounded; in the security team's dungeon, a blood-pumping yet gruesome erotic scene was unfolding.
In the center of the prison stood a wooden cross, upon which hung the naked body of a woman with long, flowing hair. Her arms were outstretched and bound to a horizontal beam, and a string of hooks hung from the top of the cross. Two small iron hooks were caught in her nostrils, forcing her to tilt her face upwards, her delicate nose stretched and distorted.
Two other small iron hooks pierced her nipples, pulling her once full and round breasts into sharp cone shapes. Blood trickled from the wounds, tracing lines across her snow-white belly, leaving several striking streaks of crimson on her pristine body.
Two larger iron hooks descended from the top of the cross, hooking around the backs of her knees, raising her thighs high to the sides and thrusting her peach-shaped buttocks forward.
This insidious design practically suspended the entire body in mid-air. The nearly 100-pound weight, except for the arms, rested primarily on the nose, breasts, and the backs of the legs—sensitive areas that were excruciatingly painful with even the slightest movement. Furthermore, the vulva and anus were completely exposed, making them easy to manipulate and torture.
Even without close inspection, it was clear the woman had been subjected to severe torture. Besides the red and blue welts all over her body, her genitals appeared to have been meticulously abused. Her lower abdomen was swollen like a pregnant woman about to give birth, her vulva was bruised and swollen like a rotten peach, her pubic hair was matted into a messy clump with semen, her vaginal opening was squeezed into a narrow slit, and her buttocks were red and purple like roasted bacon. A piece of carrot with leaves was inserted into her anus, trembling slightly with the tense peristalsis.
A large charcoal fire was lit in front of the torture instruments, making the room unbearably hot. Both the woman being tortured and the shirtless men administering the torture were drenched in sweat.
Bai Tiande, neatly dressed, paced back and forth in front of the woman, a few steel needles in his hand. He occasionally wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief; he seemed to be struggling with the heat of the charcoal fire. Finally, he glared and cursed, "Which bastard took the wrong medicine? Why light a fire in this heat? Are you trying to roast your grandpa to death? Are you crazy?!" Once the brazier was removed, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, their gazes returning to the voluptuous woman's body.
The woman was powerless to shield herself from the lewd stares directed at her genitals, and she had no time to feel the excruciating pain. Her focus was entirely on her lower abdomen. The men had just poured their urine and other excrement into her anus, the contents churning like boiling water.
The pain and the urge to defecate grew stronger; she had lost all sense of shame and would have relieved herself even in public. But Bai Tiande wouldn't give her even the slightest chance.
The opening to her anus was completely blocked by a carrot, wider inside than outside, and only waves of liquid could be forced into her stomach. The woman could think of nothing but rolling her eyes, vomiting, and desperate groans. At that moment, she only wanted one word: death.
Bai Tiande, unfazed by her death, calmly brushed aside a few stray hairs clinging to her face and said, "Hot girl, why are you holding on like this? Just tell me where the bandit's den is, and who Black Phoenix really is, and I'll give you a quick death, letting you and that brute live peacefully. Isn't that good?" Qinghong's once beautiful round face was now covered in blood, drained of color from pain and dehydration. After struggling for a long time, though her head couldn't move, she managed to utter two words with difficulty. "Bullshit!" A cold smile appeared on Bai Tiande's square face.
"Truly foolish." As he spoke, he slowly and forcefully pierced a steel needle into Qinghong's swollen vulva.
"Ah…!" An unexpected, sharp pain in her lower body made Qinghong momentarily forget her predicament. She involuntarily twisted backward, her nipples instantly ripped open, the blood that had just stopped gushing out again. Her nostrils were also torn, bleeding profusely. Beset by internal and external pain, Qinghong nearly succumbed to madness in that one moment.
Bai Tiande paused, letting her catch her breath and regain some consciousness, before continuing. Qinghong dared not struggle any longer, allowing Bai Tiande to pierce the more than an inch-long steel needle deep into her vaginal muscles, reaching the needle puncture site.
Throughout the process, besides her unbearable screams, she clenched her teeth, tears streaming down her face. Only the constant convulsions of her buttocks could tell her the pain her fragile body was enduring.
"Have you thought it through?" The second steel needle was raised in front of Qinghong's eyes.
Qinghong closed her eyes, remaining silent, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Bai Tiande grew angry, saying, "Still being stubborn? You think I won't play you to death?" Soon, the second steel needle pierced her soft skin. The woman could no longer bear it and let out a loud cry of anguish. A gush of hot urine sprayed out, most of it landing on Bai Tiande's hand.
Bai Tiande didn't mind. He raised his hand to his mouth, licked it, and tasted the alkaline astringency of the urine. He laughed and said, "Damn it, Black Phoenix's place is full of sluts, don't you guys agree?" The crowd roared with laughter. Their security team had been humiliated by Black Phoenix many times, losing all face. They had only managed to capture one alive once, and a beautiful one at that. With both old and new grudges, how could they not be filled with sadistic desires?
At this moment, someone entered from outside the cell and whispered a few words in Bai Tiande's ear. Bai Tiande wondered, "Five days have passed, and this bitch still hasn't made a move. Is she too afraid to come, or does she simply not care about the lives of her men? She doesn't seem like the righteous and chivalrous person she's rumored to be." Miscalculation and disappointment fueled his rage, which he then directed at the defenseless woman before him. He twisted her clitoris, rubbing and pulling it until it swelled and bled, and sneered, "Now you know what Black Phoenix is all about, huh? You've been working for her for nothing, while she's out in the mountains having a good time." Qinghong nearly fainted but couldn't, enduring the torment in a semi-conscious state, but she remained silent.
Time passed, and Qinghong's lower body writhed more and more violently, her consciousness fading into madness. Bai Tiande knew she had reached her limit; if he didn't remove the carrot plugging her anus, she would truly die. Of course, Black Phoenix hadn't been caught, so this woman couldn't die yet.
So, Bai Tiande gripped the root of the carrot and yelled, "Damn it, die!" "Ah... Eek..." Qinghong seemed to be suddenly pulled from the ground in the coldest, most frigid hell. A torrent of foul-smelling yellow liquid gushed from her anus like a mudslide. In the midst of this excruciating relief, a strange pleasure arose from the depths of agony. Even the most wanton woman would feel profound shame in such a situation, let alone a virtuous, unmarried woman like Qinghong. "
Oh God, let me die..." Overwhelmed with rage, Qinghong finally fainted.
Bai Tiande was ordering his men to splash Qinghong with cold water to wake her up when he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh dear, today is the banquet for County Magistrate Liu to welcome his new wife! I almost forgot!" He was about to leave when someone reported, "Old Tang Nuo has brought money to redeem his son." Bai Tiande chuckled. "Not bad, the old man is quick on his feet. That means there's still some money to be made. Go out for me, collect that hundred silver dollars, and tell him it's for redeeming his own son. If he wants to redeem his son, he'll need another hundred silver dollars." The banquet was held at County Magistrate Liu Yizhi's house. There weren't many guests, only Bai Tiande, Li Gui, the deputy head of the security force, Mr. Kang, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and his seventh concubine Ninglan, and Sima Nan, the secretary of the town government, and his wife Xiyan.
Only Liu Yizhi was entertaining the guests, and the new wife was nowhere to be seen. Everyone was curious but too embarrassed to ask. However, Mr. Kang's seventh concubine spoke up, "County Magistrate, we've come here because of your reputation, not just for tea." "Liu Yizhi laughed, "Seventh Madam is truly witty. Ru Shuang must be tired from her journey and apologizes for not greeting guests with a weary appearance. She's currently getting ready. I'm so sorry to have kept everyone waiting." Master Kang hurriedly said, "It was my wife's rudeness, sir, you're too kind, sir, you're too kind, haha." A pretty maid came out and said crisply, "The feast is ready." Liu Yizhi stepped forward and said, "Come, come, please follow me to the waterside pavilion for the meal." Just then, the melodious sound of a guqin flowed in like water.
Following the music, the group arrived at the inner garden, which was quite unique. It was a small lake with a winding corridor across it, dotted with several small pavilions. The lake was dotted with lotus leaves, lush and lovely. Even on a hot summer night, a cool breeze would blow, making one feel refreshed.
The music emanated from the pavilion in the middle of the lake. A beautiful woman sat gracefully at the zither, her delicate fingers plucking and strumming the strings with
exquisite grace. She and the instrument became one, as if in a world untouched, immersed in a transcendent and ethereal atmosphere. Regardless of their refined taste, everyone was captivated by the exquisite sound and the breathtaking scene, their souls and bodies seemingly cleansed by something sacred, experiencing an indescribable comfort.
When the music ended, the woman rose and gracefully approached.
As she drew nearer, her magnificent attire became clearly visible, as if radiating light. She possessed a delicate nose, cherry lips, a slender waist, and snow-white skin. Her bright eyes sparkled. She had just changed into an apple-green georgette cheongsam with a high collar, ruffled sleeves, and a semi-Western-style pleated skirt. Her movements were graceful and elegant, like a fairy descending from heaven, possessing the beauty to captivate a nation. Compared to her, the pretty maid Jinbao seemed like a tiny star in the vast moonlight.
Everyone was astonished, and no one dared to tear their gaze away from her for even a moment.
Liu Yizhi, quite pleased with himself, introduced her, "This is my wife, Leng Rushuang." "Her delicate clothes reveal her fair skin; she is truly a beauty of unparalleled grace," Old Master Kang exclaimed, clapping his hands in a haphazard display of literary talent.
Sima Nan, trying to appear cultured, said, "Madam Liu, your music just now was truly breathtaking. May I ask what tune it was?" Leng Rushuang smiled and replied, "I dare not accept such praise. What I just played was a section from 'High Mountains and Flowing Water,' 'The Wind Sways the Green Bamboo.' I have made a fool of myself." Sima's wife, Xi Yan, stepped forward and took her slender wrist, praising, "What a pure and immaculate fairy! With you here, I fear my standing in Sima's eyes has diminished somewhat. County Magistrate Liu is truly fortunate." Everyone laughed.
Master Kang's seventh concubine, confident in her beauty and unwilling to accept the new wife's reputation for allure, insisted on coming along. Now, having stolen the limelight,
she could only feel envy and frustration, speechless. Another silent figure was Bai Tiande, completely stunned, utterly oblivious to his own loss of composure. If eyes could materialize, they would surely tear flesh from Liu Yizhi's new wife: "I'm dying, I'm dying! Is there such a beauty in the world? If I could just have her, I'd gladly give up a few years of my life!"
Just as Bai Tiande was harboring his lewd thoughts, the new wife, her eyes darting around with a reserved smile, had already scanned every face. She had seen many men behave grotesquely because of her beauty, but when she saw Bai Tiande, she inexplicably shuddered, a sense of unease welling up from the depths of her heart.
This was the second time that day she had felt a connection to a stranger.
Seeing the reverent expressions on everyone's faces as they looked at his wife, including even the self-proclaimed Confucian scholar, Old Master Kang, Liu Yizhi couldn't help but feel smug. He cleared his throat to draw everyone's attention back before slowly saying, "Let me formally introduce you. This is my wife, Leng Rushuang."

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