Dreaming Back to the Golden Bottle

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The comfort of spring was gradually replaced by the sweltering heat of summer, and cicadas were chirping merrily in the trees. Wen Jun, recently divorced, felt like he was living in winter. The pot still held
leftovers from two days ago, the kettle was empty, and he could only drink bottled water. He managed to find something to eat in the refrigerator; it was icy cold and gritty,
but he swallowed it down, smelling the aroma of peanut oil from the stir-fry downstairs—a meal he considered somewhat palatable. Wen Jun was an editor at a small magazine. "Small" meant poorly performing; there were only a few dozen people to begin with, but since the reform
and opening up everyone had taken on a second job, leaving only about ten working full-time. The boss got angry and shut down the magazine, leaving
him without even a decent wage. His wife, a good wife, didn't want to be a burden in his time of need and left with their son. Good riddance, it's good that the Shanghai bastard got away with it,
seducing my wife and taking my son with him. Thinking about it, it's fine; let the bastard raise his brother, who'll still be my son when he grows up. Now that he'd eaten, his anger had subsided, and he had nothing to do.
Lazy in bed, who said nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing feels better than lying down? So insightful! I'll claim that first. A little while later, I drifted off into a blissful
dream. Even in my drowsy state, I was thinking, "Last time I saw Lin Daiyu, who will I run into this time?" Another ancient beauty? Well, since my brother studies classical literature, I'll have to
meet her.

In reality, Wen Jun is a good person, and in my dream, she's a good character too. So, I'm carrying a load on my shoulder, walking down the street, calling out, "Steamed buns, buy steamed buns!" Only, my height is a little
off; I'm not even as tall as the load. It seems my male inferiority complex is acting up, making me look like Wu Dalang (a famous martial arts master). First, I run into my tiger-hunting buddies. Time to go home. The beauty is right behind
me , afraid I'll run away. She shyly greets my buddies, such a flirtatious little thing, like she's afraid someone will eat her. "Come on, little feet, can't walk anymore? Come
sit on the load." He picked a beautiful woman and dragged his burly brother home.

The house was still the same as the one in the TV room, with little added to the decor. The woman set out food and wine on the square table, and the brothers drank heartily. After dozens of bowls, they were still perfectly
sober , while Wu Er was the only one who got drunk. Pan Changjiang once said that concentrated good things are the best, and he was on his brother's side—after all, he was his brother-in-law,
blood is thicker than water. The fireplace roared, making them sweat. They were full and warm. With food and warmth came lust. He called the woman over, stripped her naked like a lamb, and took her to bed for a while.
This woman had something no one else could match: black and white, and after a few strokes, she was limp as a puddle of water; a few more strokes, and she was speechless, on the verge of
death. She was small in stature, but had a huge thing. He turned the woman over and played with her a few times, then turned her around, but it still wasn't enough. He had her mouth on his, and he rode
on all fours, sucking on her feet. He grabbed her feet and sniffed them. The woman's feet weren't deformed from binding; they were small, delicate, white feet with slender toes, perfectly arched. He squeezed them tightly,
the small bones almost melting in his hands. He hadn't heard her cry out until now, when she cried out, "I'm dying! I'm dying!"—she was satisfied.

He quickly disappeared, dragging the woman back down the street. The sun was shining brightly. The woman walked timidly into the distance. The villain, whose name was Ximen Qing, was gone. Tall and
thin, he carried a paper fan and swayed as he approached, followed by two lackeys. Seeing the woman, he drooled and tried to take advantage of her when she
wasn't looking . The woman dodged left and right, surrounded by the two wicked servants—it was like that scene with Lin Chong. The villain reached out and lifted the woman's chin, examining her closely. The woman
was beautiful, with eyebrows like spring mountains, eyes like autumn waters, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. Now, a hint of panic lingered, adding to her allure. Just as the villains were about to embrace her, Wu Da
strode over, delivered a flying kick, followed by two sweeping blows. The villains rolled several meters away, coughing up blood, and died. "Heh heh, let me bury you. All
the family property is mine, and of course, the women too."

He strode into the mansion, servants diligently greeting him. He sat down in the middle of the yamen-like room, waved his hand, and everyone came over. A large group knelt down. "Ha,
what a fine family rule!" Now it was all women. He examined them one by one, each chin resting on his hand. The women's faces showed slight
fear , their complexions changing, but all were undeniably fair and beautiful. "Let's have Li Ping'er first." He waved again, and the crowd dispersed, leaving Li Ping'er behind. Only the most handsome man in the front row remained
, small in stature, with the fairest skin. The woman wore a silver-threaded bun, a gold-inlaid purple jade pendant, a lotus-silk blouse, and a white gauze skirt with embroidered edges.
A pair of small, pointed feet with red phoenix beaks peeked out from under the skirt. He was pulled close and placed on his lap. The woman was terrified, and he quickly stripped her naked. Indeed, she was exquisitely beautiful. He teased her,
asking how Ximen Qing had slept with her, while kissing her all over with his bearded mouth. Her breasts were small,
with milky-red nipples that hardened at the touch. He inserted his fingers into her genitals, and the woman struggled. He grabbed her with one hand, pulled out his large member, and the woman closed her eyes in fright. He penetrated her, making her dazed, her little tongue sticking out like
a puppy , red and very cute. Her flesh was so white, arousing the man. He continued, having sex with her several times without ejaculating. Finally, the woman bled, the blood
flowing down her thighs like a bright red earthworm. Even if he's short, he can suckle the woman's breasts while he's doing it to her. The breasts are completely inside his mouth, wrapped in his tongue, soft
and smooth— it's very pleasurable. The woman is good at moaning; her voice isn't loud, but a faint tremor emanates from her mouth and nose. "Good thing, let Grandpa fuck you a few times." Finally, the woman is fucked until she's barely alive. He picks
her up and places her on the bed in the inner room. Wu Da's face is full of a sinister grin. "Haha, none of Ximen Qing's women will escape."

His first wife is a good woman; he dares not be frivolous with her, nor can he force her. Yue Niang, dressed in white, is slender and delicate, like a tender onion—she doesn't look like a woman in her thirties at all.
She sits cross-legged on the kang (heated brick bed), her face like a bodhisattva. He leans in, his face drooling, inhaling the faint fragrance. "Heavenly fairy, I love you." Yue Niang sighs deeply and is
embraced this is a hug. After a long while, the woman murmurs beneath me, calling out, "Dada, dear Dada, love me." Her two long, white legs are hoisted onto Wu Da's shoulders,
allowing everyone to fuck them. It was just like this: How many orioles shuttle swiftly on the crabapple branches, how many swallows chatter frequently on the jade beams. Unconsciously, a spark of understanding struck, beauty beyond compare, musk orchids half-open, fragrance
filling the lips. At the height of her beauty, the woman convulsed and fainted. Pulling out his throbbing member, the maid who was just entering to deliver tea was so startled that she dropped the teapot. He didn't even have time to grab her and
began to fuck her . The maid was really pretty. She turned her head to find Wu Da, but unfortunately, Wu Da's body was not
long enough. He was pressed against the pretty maid's big white buttocks and couldn't kiss her mouth. The maid arched her body like a cat, her buttocks swaying back and forth. Her soft buttocks were really beautiful. Finally, his member felt a surge of pleasure and was about to ejaculate. What's your
name name is Huilian. Good, your feet are small too. Let me see. Father, look. I'll only show them to Father. Father, use a little more force. Huilian is going to fly. Flying, flying,
ah. Wu Da grabbed Hui Lian's feet and ejaculated inside her in this strange position. A wave of wet heat jolted Wen Jun awake. Alas, it was just a dream, but the
details were so vivid. She could clearly remember a small red mole on Li Ping'er's breast, a detail not found in the book. The book contained a moving passage that
Wen Jun could even recite: "After a long while, spring colors swelled, and lust stirred within her. Ximen Qing first made love with the woman, then, fueled by wine, sat on the bed, ordering the woman
to lie across the mat, and played the flute with him. There she was: the gauze curtains fragrant with orchids and musk, her delicate eyebrows lightly playing the flute. Her snow-white body, permeated by the fragrant curtains, made her soul soar. A cherry blossom..."
With a small mouth and two soft, delicate hands, the young man's affections stirred within her, and she knew it all; their connection was unknowingly exquisite. Ximen Qing, in his drunken state, jokingly asked the woman, "Back when you, Hua Zixu, were around,
did you do this with him?" The woman replied, "He slept like a log all day long. How could I bear to do this with him? He was always out there fooling around, and even when he came to my house,
I wouldn't touch him. Besides, when my father-in-law was alive, I slept in a separate room with him, and I even scolded him terribly. I told my father-in-law
that he wouldn't even lay a hand on me; what kind of person is he? Playing with him like this would be shameful enough to kill me. Who else could be as captivating as you, my beloved? You are like medicine to cure my heart;
day and night, I only think of you." How moving was the romance between Li Ping'er and her lover under the bed! The romance in her dreams was so similar, only lacking the pleasure of playing the flute.
How could the wanton, seductive allure of her being on top of me be reconciled with her serene composure while sitting upright? Good stuff.

Wen Jun smacked his lips, as if a lingering fragrance remained. The sun was setting; could such a daydream come true tonight? It seemed he
'd been lacking a woman's touch for months, and was feeling a bit thirsty. Sigh, his stomach was growling again. He'd better figure out how to get dinner. Just

as he was at his wit's end, his friend called, "Let's go out for barbecue!" Pretending to be busy, he said, "Oh, I'll come when I'm done,"
but he couldn't wait to get ready. Before leaving, he even spat on his hair, feeling like a little bag. Arriving at the place, he was starving
. Why did he choose such a faraway place? "You freeloader, so picky!" Forgetting the banter, he grabbed a few skewers, drank some draft beer, and enjoyed it. There was another person,
what woman? Why didn't you say so earlier? I, Wen, am not a lecher, but I do have principles. I'll wait. Another half hour passed, and a slender woman got out of the taxi. As she turned,
half of her thigh was exposed. I couldn't help but swallow, probably because I was hungry. The woman sat down next to me, exuding a fragrant aroma
. She waved her delicate hand in front of her nose a few times. This smoke smelled awful. Her voice was coquettish, which somewhat overshadowed the aroma of the mutton. Upon closer inspection, the woman wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was meticulously
groomed . Women who dress up carefully are always more pleasing to the eye. Surrounded by this beautiful woman, I unknowingly got quite drunk. My head was spinning,
and I started talking more, with some risqué jokes slipping out. The woman didn't seem to mind, just lowered her head and didn't talk much anymore, occasionally covering her mouth and giggling. Encouraged, Wen dared to steal glances at
the woman . She was wearing a thin blouse, and her breasts were firm, round, and full. They must feel incredibly good to the touch. Lost in thought, Wen Jun
didn't hear his friend speaking. Seeing him dazed, the friend knew he'd had too much to drink and ignored him, focusing instead on flirting with the woman. It turned out they were meeting for the first time, having met online
. They hit it off immediately, and like flies on blood, they quickly became inseparable, like lovers in the throes of passion. Wen Jun, a shy man,
couldn't stand seeing people holding hands in public. Seeing the two of them cuddling, he quickly excused himself, saying he was drunk and would leave, as long as he was full. He felt his jokes had been helpful, almost like he'd introduced his friend to the woman
, so the meal wasn't a waste.

On the way home, he thoroughly discussed the woman's character. He thought, "She has great breasts and great legs; she must be good at sex. Only my friend can give her a good ride.
I don't have any money; I can only feast my eyes." He slumped onto the bed, a fleeting desire lingering on the woman's breasts beneath her blouse,
sucking until her long, jeans-clad legs kicked wildly, startling him before he drifted back to sleep.

The woman, now dressed in an ancient-style dress, curtsied before him. "Which courtyard are you going to, sir?" she asked. He straightened up, but only reached her breasts. "Are you back to being a martial arts master
?" she replied. "You are," he said. "I'm so drunk I don't even recognize Ruyi." "Yes, oh Ruyi, I'll go to your Pingniang's place." "Pingniang is dead, but I still think of her so much." "Dead?
Oh, take me to see her." Sure enough, the large courtyard was deserted, with only a few white candles lit. Three prayer cushions lay on the ground. "Death is a great loss," he told the woman to bring paper money to burn. "What a
woman," he thought. "Yesterday she seemed so alive, writhing beneath me, moaning as I was being pleasured. Today she's gone." A wave of sadness washed over him. "Perhaps
that's life." Lost in thought, Ruyi'er said from the side, "Father, it's getting late. Chunmei just told me to tell you that Fifth Sister is waiting when I see you at the side gate." Looking up,
he saw the fair skin peeking out from under the woman's neck, and lust surged within him. He pulled the woman close and laid her across his body, kissing her as he unbuttoned his jacket,
revealing her white, plump breasts. Her nipples were a tiny red dot, and her fair skin was just like Li Ping'er's. Under Wu Da's caresses, the woman tilted her head back, displaying
a hundred kinds of allure, and extended her delicate tongue to lick his lower body. "Zhang Si'er, my dear child, let Dada savor her." Wu Da narrowed his eyes, his short legs barely clamping the woman's
upper body. The woman's hair loosened, her eyes glazed over, and she grasped Wu Da's penis with her small hands, bending her pale body to suckle with all her might, but her mouth was too small
to satisfy her. Wu Da, unable to contain his impatience, turned the woman's fair body around and began thrusting from behind. The woman had a long waist and round, white buttocks. Wu Da was
enjoying himself immensely; after only a few thrusts, the woman cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, it was unclear. Wu Da continued his ministrations for a long time until the woman, unable to endure it any longer, buried her head in the pillow, yet dared not
lower Wu Da roared and ejaculated, collapsing onto the woman, murmuring, "Zhang Si'er, my child, you have such a good body, your father can't take
it anymore." The woman, too, reached her climax; her eyes rolled back, her white flesh flushed red, and her nipples resembled two cherries. After a short rest, Wu Da tried again, but the woman had
vanished . Seeing that dawn was approaching, he thought, "Fine, I'll go to the pharmacy today." He thought, "Heh, I've taken your woman and your wealth; I'll satisfy my pent-up anger."

He went downstairs. The counter was a foot shorter than usual, and the servants hurriedly went to find tools to fix it. Wandering around, the shopkeeper's henchman followed closely behind. "You can go now, you don't need to come with me. Or,
sir, could you rest in my room for a while?" "Alright." The shopkeeper also lived in a small courtyard house, neatly maintained. His servant, a man in his mid-thirties with a purplish-red
face long, drawn-out eyebrows, looked down at people with a slightly slanted gaze, quite alluring. As he spoke, "Oh, it's Wang Liu'er. Ximen Qing has been with you before, hasn't he?" The woman
blushed and didn't answer. But Wu Da grabbed her delicate hand, pulled her close, and kissed her. The woman was quite pleased, reaching down to grasp
his jade stem . In a moment, she took off her clothes, climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed), took out a silver scepter, put it on, and began to play with it. Seeing the lustrous, purplish-red, glossy, and thick penis, she noticed it was erect.
Sitting on his lap
lie on her back against the headboard, then lifted her legs with both hands and placed them between his waist, thrusting in and out freely. The woman was extremely aroused, her body soft and unlike others, making the act particularly
pleasurable . After a while, he found the sex toys they had used before, using them one by one, turning them over after finishing one. Wu Da had done it several times, asking,
"How does it compare to that damned Ximen Qing?" The woman, enjoying it so much, could only moan, "Father, good, father, I'm so happy, so happy." "Good Liu'er, sing a song for Dada." The woman's voice trembled as she said, "Father, do it slowly, I'll sing,
if you go too fast, Liu'er won't be able to catch his breath." The woman crawled along, humming a little tune intermittently, begging, "Father, spare me." After that, it obediently climbed onto me, sucked me
clean, and then lay down to sleep.

He didn't know when he woke up. Wen Jun stretched and couldn't help but chuckle. He'd managed to get his hands on a few more young women while he was asleep. He picked up the next volume and turned to
Chen Jingji's passage. Every time he came to this passage, it aroused him.

Underneath his skirt, he felt a hard, burning iron inside. Even through his clothes, he thrust it in. Jinlian couldn't resist either. She arched her back, and his
hot, hard member was right in front of her through her clothes. Jinlian couldn't resist any longer. She lifted Chen Jingji's skirt and squeezed his penis hard. Chen Jingji hurriedly pulled down Jinlian's waistband,
but with a ripping sound, he tore off a pleat. Jinlian laughed and scolded, "You stupid thief, haven't you gotten used to stealing yet? So timid, you're in such a hurry, you've even torn off the pleat.
" She then pulled down her own waistband, and as soon as her vulva was exposed, she put one leg on the railing and stuffed Chen Jingji's penis into her vulva. Jinlian, having been fooling around for a while, was already soaking wet
. With a forceful thrust from Jingji, she was plunged inside. Jingji said, "My darling, it's not fully erect, what should I do?" Jinlian said, "Just thrust in and out randomly,
and then..." This passage about adultery is wonderfully written. Although it's not a long sex scene, Wenjun never tires of reading it. Damn, this young Chen is really audacious,
daring to mess with his mother-in-law. It seems that just talking big doesn't necessarily work. Being a pretty boy has its advantages. Dreaming of being a martial arts master is impressive, but I still feel
short-legged and can't use all seventy-two moves; something's missing. Thinking this, Wenjun gripped his own member, moving it up and down, while flipping through a provocative passage to savor.

Two years later, they met again... Couples of several years, now in harmony. One sways gracefully, the other's jade stem stirs busily. Whispers of love whispered in each other's ears, vows
of eternal love butterflies flitting about, the beautiful woman plays with a thousand and one moves, a passionate and shy display of charm. One whispers "darling," the other embraces her with utter clapping, truly
: "How many willow leaves have turned a new leaf, the green flowers' beauty undiminished from their former glory."

The woman embraces the man, and the man nestles close to the woman. The woman sings: "Sixth Sister, come in, embrace me in your arms, I unfold the brocade quilt, my lovely darling is playing
so strangely." Lift the slave's feet, lift the feet, mess up the crooked clouds. The economy also reverts to the previous poem:

Rain and affection intertwine, don't let the lonely sleep be disturbed, vows of love are repeated a thousand times, lingering feelings are placed in the sky, placed in the sky, you are young and we are young.

While removing clothes, on a spring bench, two ducks fly shoulders, spirit root half-entered, unable to bear the tenderness. There is a medicinal herb called Narcissus as proof:

Angelica, Pinellia, Purple Red Stone, Areca nut is chosen as a son-in-law, the promiscuous root is inserted into castor bean. Mother cloves nestle on either side, the hemp flower faints for a moment, mercury splashes down,
the red maiden is happy, two pieces of dried tangerine peel are joyful.

But see: Love and interest are in harmony, the tower is set, fragrant shoulders and warm cheeks, hands caress fragrant breasts, soft as cotton, truly amazing, lifting up Her embroidered shoes came off, her jade-like body nestled in her lover's arms. Her tongue, like cloves,
parted, and they parted in a passionate embrace. After their lovemaking, she urged him to come early tomorrow. As

the wine intensified, the woman's eyes slanted, her dark clouds parted, and she took out Ximen Qing's erotic toy pouch, inside which was a love charm. With a trembling voice, she touched the silver insert, the bell, and
manipulated the toy, then had Jingji
perform the act under the lamplight. The woman, naked, lay back on a drunken chair, and Jingji, also completely naked, sat opposite her, taking out a copy of "Twenty-Four Chapters of Springtime" and performing the act under the lamplight. The woman then called to Chunmei, "Push your brother-in-law from behind, lest he tire." Chunmei
indeed pushed him from behind, and Jingji's penis penetrated the woman... The thrusting in and out was incredibly pleasurable, beyond description. Two women sat opposite each other on chairs, with Chunmei
pushing them . The three of them were intertwined, and one could see: one disregarding her husband's status, another oblivious to hierarchy, one panting heavily like a bull bellowing in the shadows of a willow, another with a sweet voice
like a nightingale singing among flowers, one displaying passionate love on the chair, another whispering vows of eternal love in her ear, one turning her widow's room into a place of unbridled pleasure, another transforming her mother-in-law's private parts into
a world of debauchery, one giving all of Ximen Qing's pillow talk to her beloved son-in-law, and another offering Han Shou's methods of stealing fragrance to her lover. It was truly a case of: "Writing a book of no love in this life, binding a bond of innate
joy ."

When Wenjun saw her lust reaching its peak, she felt a surge of... A tingling sensation ran through her as hot semen gushed out. Wen Jun lay sprawled out, a surge of anger rising within her. Why did all these good
women get taken advantage of by these bastards? She was determined to have her way with them for a while today. Thinking this, she got up, washed her face, and went out onto the street. It was cool inside,
but the sun was blazing outside. She hadn't walked far when she saw a beautiful woman ahead, wearing a light blue suit, her legs bare. From behind, her legs were slender and shapely, with
incredibly white flesh. Her pink heels on white high-heeled sandals were very sexy. Wen Jun followed her at a distance, watching her enter a small alley. Looking around, she saw no one; it was usually quite deserted
at midday . Wen Jun mustered her courage and pulled out a... The sleeping potion he bought—whether it worked or not—would be decided in a second. He quickly chased after her, covering her mouth with a towel from
behind The woman was startled, twisting and struggling a few times, but she was weak, and the potion worked quite well; she slumped into Wen Jun's arms. Wen
Jun was also drenched in sweat, trembling as he picked up the woman's soft body and took a shortcut back home. He finally managed to get inside, placed the woman on the bed, bit his tongue, and
looked at the woman's beautiful face—it was real. The woman's shirt buttons had snapped during her struggle, exposing her chest; a glimpse of white was visible through her blue bra. Wen Jun took a few deep
breaths before leaning in to smell the woman's natural fragrance. The woman was young and hadn't used any makeup. She wore makeup and had a faint scent of lilies.
By the time Wen Jun pulled the woman's shorts off her last small foot, he was drenched in sweat and couldn't help but berate himself for his lack of self-control. Touching the woman's warm body, he didn't know where to begin.
Wen Jun picked up the woman's foot and placed it on his thigh, examining it closely. The woman's foot wasn't large, but it was very well-maintained. Her toenails were neatly trimmed and painted with light blue
nail polish. Her fair soles had a pinkish tinge, and her toes were naturally curled, very cute. Her calves were slender, and her thighs were even whiter and smoother. Her pubic hair wasn't
abundant , but it was dark and shiny, very healthy. Wen Jun parted the woman's legs and used his fingers to spread her light brown... Her labia were pink, revealing moist, tender flesh. Indeed, they were pink
. Touching her urethra with his finger, the tiny opening was barely visible. The vendor selling the aphrodisiac claimed it had aphrodisiac properties, and perhaps it was true. Whether it was the aphrodisiac's effect
or the woman's inability to resist tactile stimulation, when Wen Jun lightly licked her clitoris a few times, it was as if a sesame seed had opened, revealing the irresistible little opening, its
delicate , clam-like lips emitting a sweet, slightly fishy scent. Wen Jun was instantly aroused. The woman let out a soft moan, startling Wen Jun. He quickly took out more aphrodisiac
and held it to the woman's nose. The faint scent filled the air, quite pleasant. The woman fell asleep again. Wen Jun carefully observed her… The woman's features were exquisite: long eyeliner, a
slightly upturned , a small mouth, and a pointed chin—a face of unparalleled beauty, perhaps more accurately described as a girl's, around eighteen or nineteen years old. Her breasts were not large, but beautifully shaped,
round, with tender nipples. Wen Jun felt an unbearable throbbing, yet facing this beautiful body, he couldn't imagine the satisfaction of his desire. Wen Jun turned the woman
over , caressing the beautiful curves of her buttocks, finally stopping at her cleft. Feeling an explosive urge, Wen Jun sighed deeply, carefully dressing the woman
. As he put sandals on her, he couldn't help but kiss her fair, pink feet again and again, gazing at them, imprinting them in his heart like a stone carving.

Wen Jun placed the woman on a park bench and watched from afar as she inexplicably awoke, checked her belongings, and quietly went home, lost in
her erotic dreams and beautiful memories. As night fell, the dream truly came to pass, and the woman appeared, dressed in magnificent ancient attire. Who was she? Tall and slender, adorned like
a porcelain doll, her hair piled high with jewels and phoenix hairpins, wearing a bright red, long-sleeved robe embroidered with four mythical beasts and unicorns, tied with a gold-inlaid jade belt, and a blue brocade skirt
. The sound of footsteps jingled on either side, and the air was filled with the fragrance of musk and orchids.

She was charming and graceful, with a clever and agile demeanor, her figure neither too short nor too long. Her delicate, arched eyebrows
reached . Her voice was like a warbling nightingale, her waist like a willow swaying in the breeze. She was truly born into a world of finery, yet disliked extravagance; raised amidst jewels and adornments, she could hardly bear the simple elegance
of a woman. The crabapple blossoms are in full bloom, oblivious to the night's arrival; the willow catkins are scattered, oblivious to the passing of spring. With light, lotus-like steps, she possesses the elegance of a fairy maiden; with graceful movements, her flowing skirt resembles
the grace of Guanyin, the Water Moon Bodhisattva. Truly: more eloquent than flowers, more fragrant than jade. "

Master, this is Lady Lan, wife of Commander He." Oh, so this is the beauty that even Ximen Qing, with his soaked crotch, could not match. "Who am I? Wu Da, perhaps? I might as well give it a try."
Just then, the young lady turned the corner and disappeared. Chasing after her, a soft, fragrant little body bumped into his arms, then knelt down gracefully. "Master, I was blind! Please forgive me
!" "Come here, you are my daughter-in-law." "My daughter-in-law is beautiful," he said, pulling her into the room for a kiss. Who knew this woman possessed a natural allure? The moment a man touched
her, he felt his entire body go limp, as if lying on soft cotton. Coupled with her lewd mannerisms and seductive words, she outshone even prostitutes. What man would hesitate to die in such a state? Wu Da wished he could melt
into her body. The woman feigned lewdness, saying, "Your young master is ill, serving the Empress. You should observe a two-day mourning period, instead of defiling yourself for me.
Get away from me now." Wu Da, still aroused and panting, replied, "You are the Empress! I don't care about any other Empress!" The more lewd the woman became, the more Wu Da's
shameful behavior was revealed . After their affair was over, the two made vows of eternal love, inseparable. Such is the way of things. Now, Wu Da, a kind and honest man, had amassed a fortune,
built mansions, and had beautiful wives and concubines, yet his heart was still not satisfied. He began to indulge in other vices. For a time, Wen Jun, even in her dreams, couldn't tell if she was Ximen Qing or Wu
Da; she was completely confused. Wu Da, having vented his anger, lay relaxed on the bed, calculating how much more interest he would collect this month compared to the previous year.
He sent his wife to fetch the steward. His wife fastened her belt and went off, swaying her body. A while later, the steward and the accountant returned, carefully calculated, and exclaimed, "Good! It's twenty percent more than
the year before !" Wu Da wasn't Ximen Qing; having come from a poor background, he understood what was fundamental. With a wave of his hand, he used the extra silver to buy rice and set up
a soup kitchen outside the South Gate, offering porridge on credit. Shandong had suffered a severe drought for the past two years, and many had starved to death. He was earning money from the rich, so the amount didn't matter; the poor needed to survive. The soup kitchen wouldn't be registered under anyone's name,
the rice had to be good, and the porridge had to be thick. Having done all this, Wu Da breathed a sigh of relief; he could consider it robbing the rich to help the poor. However, he still couldn't bear to part with those few delicate beauties. He still had to
maintain his position as a wealthy landowner; to ensure a stable future, he'd have to make another trip to Dongjing (Kaifeng).

Thinking of this, Wu Da stretched and looked out the window, saying, "Dai'an, go to the pharmacy, seal up two top-quality old ginseng roots, and exchange them for five thousand taels of silver.
Oh, right, last time Old Man Cai wanted to find a singer, I saw that girl from the Han family the other day and she was quite good. Go tell her first, I'll be right back."

Dai'an responded from outside and trotted off. Wu Da smoked a pipe before lazily getting up. His wife brought water, and he quickly washed his face. His wife's
hair was loose, her trouser legs were dripping, and she looked so pitiful. Wu Da rubbed her through her skirt for a while, reluctant to let go. The wife, her eyes alluring, said in a sweet voice, "Father, you've dressed Fifth Sister up
so beautifully. It's pitiful that we poor folks have no one to care for us. The white pleated skirt Fifth Sister wore the other day was so pretty. Could you get me a pair, Father?" Wu Da,
in the , his hand groping her buttocks, mumbled an agreement. The wife happily bent over, letting him touch her. Wu Da pulled down her red trousers
and slapped her plump, white buttocks several times. "Get up. Father has important business to attend to. I'll have my way with you when I get back. Your buttocks are whiter than Third Sister's. She
can't be as wanton as you. Go back to Third Sister's room; you'll have your fill." Hearing this, the wife happily swayed her white buttocks back and forth. After
they'd had their fill , they put on their boots and came out. The streetlights were already lit.

Dai'an was waiting at the door. Upon seeing Wu Da, he hurriedly replied, "Father, everything has been arranged perfectly. It's just that the Han family heard about the trip to the capital and are eager to see you."
Wu Da didn't speak, but instead mounted his horse on his shoulders and trotted off. Dai'an and a servant followed at a distance.

When they arrived at the Han family's gate, they heard the sound of horses. The woman had already come out to greet them. It was getting dark, and she had removed her outer garments and jewelry. Her glossy black hair was tied back with a handkerchief
, making her lips appear even redder and her teeth even whiter—she was truly beautiful. Upon seeing Wu Da, the woman smiled broadly, swaying her slender waist gently. Wu Da came over and pinched her waist, teasingly saying
, "My son, it's been a few days, and your waist is so thin it's about to break! I've missed you terribly. But today, I'll see your maid first before I pamper you." The woman was quite obedient;
she had already had Ai Jie wash and dress up for her. Her hair was styled in a Hangzhou-style updo, adorned with jade plum blossom buttons, gold hairpins, and a sea otter and rabbit hair ornament. Her figure was lithe and graceful, her beauty captivating. Her skin was as white as
pear blossoms glistening in the rain, as delicate as peach petals swaying in the breeze. She moved slowly and lightly, two tender shoots peeking out from beneath her skirt; shyly, she seemed about to speak, a touch of crimson on her collar. Adorned with misty, cloud-like hair
, her face sculpted like jade, she timidly approached, gave a curtsy, and stood to one side. Wu Da inwardly applauded, "What a beautiful courtesan!" He quickly ordered her to sing a song. This young lady, though not old,
possessed extraordinary beauty and talent. Unhurriedly, she lightly adjusted her sleeves, swaying her skirt, a silver-red tasseled handkerchief draped at her cuff, and sang: "

Her demeanor is composed, surpassing all others in the brothel. Her every move sends forth a fragrant breeze, earning constant admiration. Ah! A jade pestle in the mud, how could she be ordinary? A single note of music, and the entire audience was astonished.
More beautiful than a dream of King Xiang, more beautiful than a dream of King Xiang."

After the song, Ximen Qing was so captivated that he thought she would be an absolute beauty even in Tokyo, and he felt reassured. Seeing the servants waiting outside, he waved
his hand said, "Go on, tell your mother to get everything ready. I have a guest to meet, so I won't be going back today." Meanwhile, the woman happily welcomed Wu Da in.
Her fair body was revealed on the rusty bed. Her slender hands grasped Wu Da's manhood at his waist, fondling it for a moment, then she knelt down and began to suckle it. The room was filled with fragrance, and her allure
was indescribable. Knowing Wu Da's preferences, the woman took an embroidered bodice from the bedside and tied it up. Wu Da saw that the bodice was small, only covering part of his abdomen, leaving
his breasts exposed for caressing. Embroidered in the center were large, five-colored peonies, extremely ornate. The bodice draped over Li Chun's chest, complementing her snow-white skin, making her indescribably
beautiful. Then she took out the large red satin embroidered shoes, [link to website], and...

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