Wang Cong'er's Breastfeeding Diary [Full Text]

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Table of Contents: Chapter

1: A Treacherous Villain Deceives the Emperor's Grace, and a Righteous Heroine is Captured

Chapter 2: Three Flying Stones Create Deep Resentment

; First Taste of Sweet Dew Rekindles Past Hatred Chapter 3: Wang Cong'er, the Lonely Lotus, Suffers Humiliation
; De Leng Tai's Second Blossom Chapter 4: Warmth Offered in Prison Reveals True Nature ;
Returning to the Truth Arouses Suspicion Chapter 5: The Bold Bandits' Rebellious Ideas and the Ruthless Official's Deception of the Servant Chapter 6: A Twist of Fate Leads to the Acquisition of Immortal Dew; Evenly Matched Forces Confront Wushan Chapter 7: Old Acquaintances Meet Again; Dust-Sealed Past Unspeakable Stories Chapter 8: The Erotic Scene of Spring Palace Inspires Shame; Jade Peaks Exude Fragrance, Leading to a Mysterious Enigma Chapter 9: When True Feelings Arise, Sisters Return ; Tears Fall, Fragrant Souls Vanish Chapter 10: A Blood Feud is Vowed; A Young Man Turns Against His Friend; Deep Affection Touches ; A Widow Remains Silent Chapter 11: Deceiving the Emperor, Learning from Past Mistakes; Stealing Food, Learning from Future Generations Chapter 12 : Planning a Thousand Ways; A Greedy Soldier Rushes Forward ; A Hundred Schemes Lead to an Inescapable Trap Chapter Thirteen: The cunning old man feigns seeking a divine physician, they collude in evil . Chapter Fourteen: Skilled warriors compete in spear fighting, attacking the rear to relieve the siege of Wei . Chapter Fifteen: The foolish but clever child seizes the key, the witty child outwits the two thieves . Chapter Sixteen: The phoenix spreads its wings to escape its cage, the dragon lays its claws to hide in the deepest abyss . Chapter Seventeen: The hungry child drinks the sweet rain, eager to repay the favor, the charming woman's tenderness . Chapter Eighteen: The first time they meet, the ignorant child tests his tongue, the goddess blushes with shame . Chapter Nineteen: The dragon and tiger, vigorous and strong, cultivate the old fields, the young and strong sow new seeds . Chapter Twenty: White-clad warriors in silver sheaths travel a thousand miles, the short sword's cold light slays the traitors . Chapter Twenty-One: Gratitude and revenge, hegemony return to dust, wild geese fly away, weary birds hide their fragrant traces. 　　Chapter One: The villain who deceives the emperor's grace offers a plan, the righteous heroine is captured. 　　It is said that during the reign of Emperor Jiaqing of the Qing Dynasty, a rebel army rose up in Xiangyang. In just three years, it gathered eight armies and fought across five provinces: Hubei, Henan, Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Gansu, growing to tens of thousands of people, shocking the court and the public. This was the White Lotus Rebellion. 　　The imperial court had already spent two hundred million taels of silver on the suppression of the White Lotus Rebellion. Emperor Jiaqing, who had only been on the throne for two years 　　, was furious and ordered Delengtai, the Grand Minister of the Imperial Guard, to immediately go to Sichuan to suppress the bandits and capture their leader, Qi Wangshi, alive. This Qi Wangshi was none other than the renowned rebel leader, the White-Clad Heroine Wang Cong'er. Delengtai, nearly sixty years old, had no choice but to 　　accept the order. His deputy, Mingliang, suggested a scorched-earth strategy: wherever the White Lotus Rebellion attacked, the local population should be evacuated beforehand. Without supplies, the rebels would naturally collapse. Sure enough, the rebels suffered heavy losses and fled to Hubei. The Qing troops pursued day and night, finally intercepting Wang Cong'er in Yunxi and surrounding her and her army on a mountain. 　　Delengtai ordered his entire army that whoever captured Wang Cong'er alive would be richly rewarded. The Qing soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, surged towards the mountain. After several heavy volleys of arrows, the rebels on the mountain were decimated. 　　"Stop! All of you, stop!" Delengtai charged to the front of the battle line in a fit of rage. "Anyone who fires another arrow will be executed immediately! The Emperor wants the bandit leader captured alive, alive! Don't you bunch of good-for-nothings know that..." 　　Before he could finish speaking, three crisp sounds rang out—a sharp crack 　　from his eyebrow, face, and upper lip—splattering blood. He tumbled off his horse, and his personal guards rushed to his aid. Delengtai slowly caught his breath, feeling an unbearable numbness and pain in his mouth. He reached down and found that two of his front teeth were missing. Squinting through his bleeding left eye, he looked up at the hilltop. A woman in white stood imposingly, holding a slingshot and sneering at him. It was none other than Wang Cong'er. 　　"Rebellion, rebellion! Get him now..." Delengtai stammered. "Wait...wait, remember, he has to be alive..." 　　"Old thief, you're really lucky! If I still had my bow and arrows, you wouldn't be dead," Wang Cong'er said hatefully. He searched his slingshot again, finding no more slingshots, and had no choice but to discard it. He swung his sword, killing two Qing soldiers who approached him, and retreated while fighting, until he was forced to the edge of a cliff. 　　Wang Cong'er glanced at a boulder beside him and saw the three characters "Xiehua Slope" glaringly bright in the setting sun. Looking down the hillside, he saw a large, dark mass of Qing soldiers, and only about twenty men remained by his side. A chill ran through him, and his expression became desolate and tragic. He bent down and picked up the white lotus battle flag beside him, stood in the wind, turned his head and said loudly, "Fellow believers, the Qing demons cannot be exterminated, and we have no hope of escaping. Today, we would rather die a glorious death than live a shameful life!" 　　With that, he jumped off the cliff, and the followers around him shouted and followed suit. 　　The other bandits, Delengtai, were not concerned, but this bandit leader, Wang Cong'er, was someone the Jiaqing Emperor had specifically ordered to be captured alive. Seeing Wang Cong'er jump off the cliff, he was completely stunned. 　　His men reacted swiftly; just as the wealth they were about to seize slipped away, a Qing soldier on the cliff edge swiftly threw a grappling hook, catching Wang Cong'er's clothes and using all his strength to stop her fall. Several other Qing soldiers nearby immediately realized what was happening, using grappling hooks and grappling hooks to grab Wang Cong'er's hands and feet, dragging her up, and swarming her to tie her up. 　　Delengtai was overjoyed, trembling so much he couldn't even speak. His adjutant had to give the order to take Wang Cong'er to the military camp for further consideration. 　　Delengtai returned to camp victorious, beaming. 　　"You have rendered meritorious service by capturing the bandit leader alive. I will report this to His Majesty, and you will surely be rewarded according to your merits..." 　　"Wait!" A general strode into the camp from outside; it was his adjutant, Mingliang. 　　"Let's speak in private." 　　Delengtai frowned and waved away his men. 　　"What advice does Lord Ming have?" 　　"I wouldn't dare. I heard that you captured Lady Qi, and I wonder what your plan is to do with her?" Mingliang asked in a low voice. 　　"Naturally, I'll escort her to the capital to report to the Emperor." 　　"That... I'm afraid that's inappropriate." 　　"Inappropriate? Are you worried that I won't recognize your merit?" Delengtai snorted. 　　"That's not what I meant. But does Your Excellency still remember those few local gentry who were ineffective in suppressing bandits when we entered Sichuan?" 　　"Those few? We released them back then. What, is it related to this?" 　　"Your Excellency, we released them because they gave us a lot, no, a little silver. But these good-for-nothing fellows later fell into the hands of the White Lotus Sect, and I'm afraid they might say something they shouldn't have... What if Wang Cong'er goes to the capital and exposes our little affair..." 　　"That little bit of silver is nothing compared to our great achievement! These officials who travel thousands of miles just for money, I'm not saying this, but Heshen embezzled so much silver, and he was still granted titles and honors." 　　"Your Excellency is mistaken. He Shen relied on the protection of the retired Emperor Qianlong, but a new emperor brings a new court, and the current Emperor is Jiaqing. Let me tell you this in private, but please don't tell anyone. My friend who works for the Emperor told me that He Shen's glory is only temporary. Your Excellency, we must be careful and not follow in his footsteps." 　　Delengtai wiped his sweat. "The Emperor won't believe the words of a bandit, will he?" 　　"That's hard to say. Even if the Emperor doesn't believe her, if she wants to drag us down with her and speaks nonsense before her death, the rumors will spread. How will we survive in the capital then? Last year, the Miao bandit Wang Nangxian, who was executed by slow slicing, sang all the way before being bound and executed, and he's still the talk of the town in teahouses. Your Excellency, what about this Qi Wangshi..." 　　Delengtai broke out in a cold sweat. "Then, should we mute her?"

Mingliang shook his head: "My lord, even if you cut her into pieces, it's not necessarily safe. Besides, she might not even make it to the capital before she dies."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I told you, the dead are the most discreet."

"You mean... *snap*?" Delengtai made a throat-slitting gesture.

"No rush, this needs to be delayed. If we execute her privately and the Emperor finds out, we'll be in deep trouble. If she's alive, and someone leaks the news, we can handle the Emperor's orders. Let's delay as long as possible; maybe His Majesty will forget about it someday.

" But so many people saw her captured alive, how can we silence them? "I have an idea, like this..." "Brother Ming is indeed brilliant; I almost ruined everything." Delengtai beamed.

"I wouldn't dare, my lord, you flatter me too much." “Mingliang quickly bowed and said,

“Brother Ming has done me a great favor. From now on, when we are not strangers, we should just address each other as brothers and not distinguish between superiors and inferiors by official rank. Please don’t refuse, please don’t refuse.” After the two of them declined for a while, Delengtai walked out of the back tent. The Qing soldiers who were waiting to receive their reward were looking at him expectantly. Delengtai coughed, cleared his throat, slammed his hand heavily on the table, pointed at the men and said, “Come on, tie these guys up!” The Qing soldiers went from joy to fear and were instantly subdued on the ground.

“Sir, what crime have we committed?” “What crime? You captured an ordinary religious bandit and pretended to be a bandit leader, trying to deceive me and claim military merits. If I had submitted the memorial, it would have been a crime of deceiving the emperor. Fortunately, Lord Mingliang saw through it in time. Drag these men out and give each of them fifty lashes.” A message was sent to the army: Lady Qi had jumped off a cliff and died; anyone found falsely claiming credit would be punished according to military law. "We are innocent!" cried a few Qing soldiers, their merits unjustly punished. A beating would leave them either dead or crippled.

After the soldiers withdrew, Delengtai ordered his trusted men to take the captured female bandit to the county government and imprison her alone, forbidding her from contact with strangers.

Finally, remembering the day's battle and his own hunger, he hurriedly ordered his servants to bring him dinner. He had just taken a bite when he immediately spat it out in pain. Touching his toothless mouth, he felt a surge of resentment towards Wang Cong'er.

Just then, his trusted men reported: "Sir, the female bandit has been tied up in the backyard of the county government as you ordered, and is being watched by your personal guards." Delengtai slammed his chopsticks on the table, startling his guards.

"Come, take me to see her." "Delengtai abandoned a table of food and pulled his personal guards away.

The guards, finally catching their breath, quickly led the way.

Chapter Two: Three Flying Stones Create Deep Resentment; First Taste of Sweet Dew Rekindles Past Hatred

. In the backyard of the county government, the Qing soldiers, fearing the female prisoner's superior martial arts, had her limbs firmly shackled to a wooden board, rendering her immobile.

Her hair was disheveled, her white clothes and face stained with the dust and blood of battle; days of fighting had left her without a good night's sleep, her eyes wearily drooping.

At the door…
" "Sir, this is it." "I'll go in and interrogate the prisoner. You all stay outside and guard." "Yes, sir!" "It was Delengtai who pushed open the door.

Enemies meeting are bound to be furious. Wang Cong'er stared intently at Delengtai, who wore a smug expression.

"There's nothing to interrogate. Now that you're in the hands of a corrupt official like me, I can do whatever I want with you." Wang Cong'er remained fearless.

"A corrupt official? Looks like you really do know a lot you shouldn't know." Delengtai smiled insincerely. "But you're right, there's really nothing to interrogate. Now that you, the leader of this gang, are in my hands, your accomplices have been wiped out, and it's only a matter of time before the White Lotus rebels from other places are wiped out too. I don't intend to extract anything useful from you. In just two days, I'll escort you to the capital and have you sliced into a thousand pieces, one slice after another. How about that, scared now?" "Pah!" Wang Cong'er spat and turned her face away impatiently.

Delengtai grabbed Wang Cong'er's chin, forcibly turning her head back, brushing aside the messy hair on her forehead, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Upon closer inspection, she's quite pretty. It's a pity she's going to become a victim of the blade at such a young age." Wang Cong'er glared at him fiercely, "You dog of an official, just kill me if you want, what's with all the fuss!" Delengtai's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "The debt of three pebbles hasn't been repaid yet, how can I let you, you thieving woman, die so easily! Damn it, just thinking about it hurts my teeth, I'll pull out your thieving teeth first!" As he spoke, he reached out to grab Wang Cong'er's teeth. Seeing this, Wang Cong'er opened her mouth and bit him. Delengtai quickly pulled his hand back to avoid being bitten, saying, "This shrew, this bitch dares to bite me. Fine, you even dare to glare at me, I'll cripple your eyes." "Delengtai was about to make his move when he thought that two bloody holes on her pretty face would be quite an eyesore. He stopped halfway through his hand, glancing at Wang Cong'er, looking for another place to strike.

Wang Cong'er saw the old thief's hand hovering in the air without attacking, and wondered what he meant. His eyes rolled up and down, looking her over several times, finally settling on her chest without moving. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry: "You old lecher, what are you looking at? Be careful I gouge out your dog eyes." Delengtai came to his senses, chuckled, "A shrew with a big temper, and her breasts aren't small either." With that, his hand, which had been hanging in the air, reached down and landed on Wang Cong'er's two mounds.

Wang Cong'er's eyes widened: "You dog of an official, I will definitely kill you!" "Oh ho, kill me? How? By looking at me? Let's see how I teach your temper a lesson." "Delengtai suddenly exerted force with both hands, squeezing Wang Cong'er's breasts out of shape, the flesh bulging out between his fingers.

Wang Cong'er groaned in pain.

Delengtai smiled smugly, then feigned surprise, realizing he felt an unusual warmth in his palms. He quickly withdrew his hands, examining them closely. Aside from light water stains, there was nothing unusual; a faint fragrance wafted from them.

Delengtai looked suspiciously at Wang Cong'er's chest, noticing two distinct wet patches on the hem of her dress at the peak of her breasts. The soaked white dress revealed the red of her undergarment, the fabric clinging tightly to her breasts, the shape of her nipples and cleavage still visible." "See!

" Delengtai was overjoyed. He quickly leaned closer to the damp spot and sniffed it deeply. A fresh, milky scent wafted into his nose, indescribably pleasant. His eyes and nose had already taken over, so his tongue couldn't resist. Ignoring the dust on Wang Cong'er's clothes, he tremblingly stuck out his tongue and pressed it against the damp area. He felt a faint sweetness from the damp cloth spreading in his mouth.

After a while, Delengtai finally came to his senses. He looked up and saw Wang Cong'er's face flushed, her almond-shaped eyes blazing, her nostrils flaring with irregular breathing, and her teeth biting her lower lip, as if she wanted to tear herself apart.

Delengtai wasn't bothered at all; instead, he laughed uncontrollably: "I've truly struck gold! I've struck gold!" He laughed for a long time before stopping, pinching the protrusion on Wang Cong'er's right breast and gently squeezing it. The damp patch grew even larger: "Qi Wangshi, tell me, what's going on here? Did you recently give birth?" Wang Cong'er turned her face away, closed her eyes, and remained silent. "

No, I've been chasing you with my troops for months. How could you have had time to give birth?" Delengtai shook his head and muttered to himself. "Besides, I heard your husband Qi Lin died four years ago. You've been a widow for four years. How could you have a child?" Delengtai looked at Wang Cong'er suspiciously. Seeing her stubbornly turning her face away, he knew that asking her would be useless, so he had to find a way out. "Hmph, anyway, you're in my hands. You'll understand sooner or later. But for now..." Delengtai excitedly unbuttoned Wang Cong'er's clothes, revealing a bright red undergarment.

Wang Cong'er suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and shouted, "Old thief, what are you doing?" Delengtai chuckled, "What am I doing? You knocked out my front teeth, making it impossible for me to eat dinner. Fortunately, I've finally found something to replace them." As a leader of the rebel army, Wang Cong'er was naturally intelligent and immediately understood Delengtai's meaning. He cursed, "Old thief, at your age, don't you know what shame is?" Delengtai was not angry but pleased, "Go ahead and curse. The more you curse, the more comfortable I feel. That's how I get the pleasure of revenge." Wang Cong'er was stunned for a moment, knowing that cursing wouldn't stop the beast in front of him. He simply closed his eyes and defiantly raised his head.

Seeing Wang Cong'er's expression of disregard for life and death, Delengtai raised a cold smile, turned around and lit two more oil lamps, illuminating the room brightly, and carefully examined Wang Cong'er's body.

"What a beautiful woman in white! Upon closer inspection, she is truly breathtaking," Delengtai thought to himself. At the tender age of twenty-two, her pretty face held a rebellious air unlike any other woman. A white headscarf wrapped around her dark hair, tied in a knot, further accentuated her heroic spirit. As a martial artist, she possessed a tall, well-proportioned figure, with firm, slender muscles. Unlike the plumpness of an official's wife or the robustness of a peasant woman, she had a more mature, voluptuous figure than a delicate young lady. Although her clothes and body were stained with dust and blood, the skin exposed by her bright red bodice was undeniably white and jade-like, smooth and soft to the touch like mutton fat.

Delengtai grew increasingly excited, suddenly lunging forward to embrace Wang Cong'er's slender waist. He fumbled for the bodice's drawstring at the back of her neck and yanked it off. Wang Cong'er's full breasts, freed from their long-held constraints, sprang forth like jade rabbits eagerly seeking air from the depths of the earth.

Delengtai's left hand continued to encircle Wang Cong'er's slender waist, roaming and caressing her back; his right hand crumpled the bright red bodice into a ball in his palm, greedily inhaling its milky scent.

Wang Cong'er's body was exposed to the lamplight; she still held her head high and closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly, her full breasts bouncing with each tremor. Compared to the shy mystery and budding allure she possessed when clothed, she was now a naked temptation. These breasts were exquisitely beautiful, shaped like inverted bowls, firm as white lotuses, without the slightest sagging. The pores were so fine they were almost invisible, and several bluish veins bulged on her jade-like skin, like rivers converging at a single point of bright red at the tip. That red was more vibrant than a young girl's pink, more elegant than a mature woman's ochre, a red like agate, captivating the soul. Delengtai stared intently at those jade peaks, his eyes following the rise and fall of those small, red cherries.

After a long while, Delengtai swallowed hard, hurriedly stuffing Wang Cong'er's bodice into his own clothes. He eagerly reached for her breasts with his right hand. Wang Cong'er wasn't fat, but her breasts were unexpectedly large, too large to be fully grasped by hand. However, though large, they weren't exaggerated; they felt just right. He held them in his hand and felt their substantial weight.

Delengtai suddenly became possessed, kissing her breasts frantically, from her collarbone to her cleavage and then to the base of her nipples, showering her with kisses like a storm. He then licked every spot he had touched. He saved the two bright red nipples for last.

When every inch of Wang Cong'er's skin was wet with Delengtai's saliva, he finally stopped, leaning against her body, burying his head between her deep cleavage and panting heavily.

Wang Cong'er's posture and expression remained unchanged, but her breathing became more erratic, her body grew hotter, and she trembled more violently. Delengtai immediately noticed her most significant change: her bright red nipples had nearly doubled in length, their trembling more pronounced than anywhere else on her body, and countless tiny, milky-white beads of moisture constantly seeped from them.

Delengtai licked his dry lips with delight, then pounced on her, tightly embracing her slender waist and pressing himself against her. He then took a large, greedy bite of Wang Cong'er's right nipple, which was already engorged and hardened, the small areola, and the large expanse of white breast behind it. As Delengtai felt his mouth fill with her flesh, he sucked hard with all his might.

Wang Cong'er convulsed violently, and a choked sob escaped her throat, a sound she had been trying to suppress.

Delengtai felt the nipple in his throat throbbing violently as if it were alive. The faint, sweet fragrance that had seeped through his clothes earlier seemed like an illusion; now, a rich, sweet, and scalding warm current filled his mouth like a river bursting its banks, flowing into his esophagus and stomach, the warmth spreading to his limbs and bones. Then, a peculiar, rich aroma mixed with a milky smell rushed from his body straight to his nasal cavity and forehead, making him dizzy and as if in a dream.

Compared to this moment, Delengtai realized that his past triumphs in officialdom, the joy of his marriage, and the happiness of having a child were utterly insignificant. At this moment, he was completely absorbed.

He continued his assault in various ways: sucking hard with his lips, gently biting with his teeth, squeezing forcefully with the tip of his tongue… The tender flesh, both soft and firm, was constantly being reshaped, and a continuous stream of sweet fluid gushed out.

Wang Cong'er's expression shifted rapidly, her body trembling uncontrollably, emitting muffled moans, her fair skin turning slightly red from the heat.

Delengtai sucked incessantly, the turbulent river in his mouth gradually turning into a gentle stream. Undeterred, he freed his hands from Wang Cong'er's waist, grasped her right breast with his claws, and squeezed hard, simultaneously applying pressure with his mouth. Wang Cong'er's body jolted, and the squeezed nipple responded with a final ejaculation.

Delengtai released his mouth, spitting out the nipple, still glistening with saliva.

Delengtai had completely drained Wang Cong'er's right breast; although a little clear liquid still seeped from the nipple opening, there was no more white milk. Delengtai reluctantly licked the bright red nipple carefully with his tongue, then licked the remaining milk from his lips and swallowed it. He straightened up, feeling a sudden ache in his back and legs, but he paid no attention to these, only carefully examining the battlefield he had just witnessed.

After being brutally violated by Delengtai, Wang Cong'er's right nipple and areola were noticeably larger than her left, and even the white flesh around the areola was quite red and swollen. However, the previously clearly visible bluish veins on her breast had faded. Delengtai

pinched Wang Cong'er's right nipple tightly with his fingers and twisted it roughly. A piercing pain shot through Wang Cong'er's swollen, burning nipple. Her brow furrowed, and she finally couldn't help but cry out, having endured the pain for so long.

Seeing that no milk had flowed out, Delengtai knew the battlefield was cleaned up and finally released her, nodding with satisfaction yet still wanting more: "White-clad heroine, good milk, good milk!" Wang Cong'er still held her head high, sweat dripping down her dark hair clinging to her cheeks, half-opening her weak eyes as she looked down at Delengtai, weakly cursing: "You dog of an official!" Delengtai grinned wickedly: "Don't rush, I haven't had my fill yet, I still need to enjoy this dinner." Saying this, he touched Wang Cong'er's still full and erect left breast, grinning as he leaned in to kiss it. Suddenly, he realized that it was quite inconvenient for Wang Cong'er to nurse while she was tied upright to the rack. Looking around, he saw a rack in the corner where prisoners were suspended, his eyes lit up, and he had an idea. He shouted towards the door: "Someone come here!"

[To be continued]
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