[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 1, Chapter 023)

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Chapter 23 Reunion with Fairy Yanxia

On the morning of the eleventh day after her seclusion, Wuyue woke up with her usual morning erection and embraced the still naked Murong

Ziyan, begging for pleasure. Murong Ziyan pleaded, "My little darling, please spare your sister today! I'm leaving seclusion today.

If you keep bothering me all morning, I probably won't even be able to walk when I come out. Wouldn't that make Beifeng and the others

laugh at me?"

Wuyue ignored her, snuggled into her arms, and began sucking hard on her large nipple. Murong Ziyan felt a tingling, itchy sensation

in her nipples , and her whole body immediately went limp. She said in a sweet voice, "Why are you always like a child, always thinking about

suckling your mother's milk!"

Wu Yue said with a dreamy look, "Although your breasts are so big and soft, and your nipples are so big too, I

love . I can never get enough of it! Oh!... Your breasts have swelled up

a bit more than before, and your nipples have swelled up a bit more too. They're hard, and they feel so full in my mouth! Your nipples have turned a bit darker.

What's going on?" "

Murong Ziyan said coquettishly, "Usually, a woman's breasts and nipples swell and the nipples darken in color after she gets pregnant.

Could it be that I'm pregnant? I have to be extra careful there. Don't be as reckless as you were a few days ago, ramming your dick into

your uterus and stirring around. Be careful not to knock your little baby out..."

Wuyue, driven by lust, said, "Knock it out, so it'll save him from stealing my milk later, hehe!"

Even so, he still planned to be careful in the future, lest he knock out his eldest son or daughter.

He suddenly remembered, "I wonder if Yanniang got pregnant in the Ecstasy Cave that day? If she did,

she must be almost two months along, right? I wonder what my godmother will do to me and Yanniang after she finds out that my eldest son or daughter is not hers

?" Subconsciously, he always had a deep sense of awe for Murong Ziyan,

so no matter what he wanted to do, he had to get past her first.

But that's for the future, and there's no use thinking about it now. So he hugged Murong Ziyan and kissed her passionately,

his hands not idle either, caressing and teasing her up and down, gradually reaching his hand towards her jade gate, only to find that it was already wet and

hot . After days of continuous struggle, Murong Ziyan, whose body was already extremely sensitive, could not withstand such teasing.

Soon, she was panting and moaning again, her lower body tingling with itchiness, overflowing with large amounts of lustful fluid. Her limbs

clung to him tightly like an octopus, and another round of passionate and unrestrained intercourse began...

While doing what he was best at, Wuyue panted and said, "These past two days, Godmother has been saying no,

no, but every time I go in, don't you squeeze my dick so hard and feel so good? Deep down, you

still really like your son's dick, don't you?"

Murong Ziyan seemed to enjoy hearing such taboo and stimulating lewd words, and responded even more intensely, also

moaning, "Mommy likes... Oh! Mommy likes my tender dick... Fuck me hard... Fuck Mommy's

old cunt! Ooh! Ooh... Ah! Ugh..."

Her legs involuntarily rose high, hooking around Wuyue's back and pressing inward so that his dick could penetrate deeper

and make the pleasure more intense. Wu Yue continued at his own pace, nine shallow thrusts

followed by one deep one, meticulously and with great relish…

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, perhaps Murong Ziyan's pleasure had accumulated to a considerable degree. A flush rose

on , her delicate brows furrowed, her almond eyes wide open and rolled upwards, her lips parted wide, and she gasped for breath,

as if suddenly being choked. Her nose became icy cold, and fine beads of sweat appeared…

Wu Yue knew this was a sign of her impending climax, so he deeply inserted the head of his rod into her flower palace,

slowing and gently dragging it, letting the ridges of his rod hook and scrape back and forth at her most sensitive cervix, while simultaneously kissing her

crimson lips.

Murong Ziyan accepted her lover's passionate kiss in a daze, feeling her body temperature rise slightly with each scrape at her cervix.

After the gentle scraping reached the tenth or so strokes, the tingling, itching, and numb sensations in that area exploded, and

a powerful surge of heat erupted and gushed forth!

Murong Ziyan's delicate body suddenly stiffened. She bit his shoulder, moaning tremulously, "

Ugh! Oh! Ugh!! Mommy wants to bite her son! Ugh... Mommy wants to pee, pee for her son! Ah!!!"

Wu Yue felt his godmother's cervix suddenly expand, the tightness of his penis head disappeared, and he felt like

a small boat in a vast ocean, floating and sinking in a volcanic lava field. Then, a stream of

lava , washing over his penis head, which felt incredibly good! His penis head and urethral opening were wide open, swallowing

the hot yin essence in large gulps...

He was busy collecting and refining when suddenly a sharp pain came from his shoulder and back at the same time. It turned out that

at the moment when Murong Ziyan was experiencing the most intense pleasure, she had a sudden jolt in her mind and lost consciousness for a short time. Her cherry lips involuntarily bit down

hard and wouldn't let go. Because her hands were holding his back too tightly, her fingertips had already dug deep into his flesh.

Over the past few days, although Murong Ziyan hadn't explicitly taught him, his experience in bed had grown increasingly rich. He

knew how to bring a woman to the most intense pleasure and the most exhilarating orgasm. He knew

his godmother was like a volcano that had just erupted; after the first eruption, things were much easier.

He only needed to gently break through the

thin of lava would gush forth.

He held the beauty's delicate body tightly, and when she regained her senses and was still panting, he kissed her again. The beauty's

orgasm had just peaked, and she was in the throes of passion, needing a passionate kiss. He quickly offered his hot, cherry-like

lips to savor the sweetness of love. He added fuel to the fire at the right moment, making Murong Ziyan's

ecstatic feeling in the gentle embrace not only intense but also perfect!

As he estimated that his godmother's wave of pleasure was slowly receding from its peak, he suddenly intensified

the heat , while simultaneously controlling the tip of his penis to bounce twice… This was the secret to unlocking the volcano, using a

few quick movements to achieve maximum effect… Murong Ziyan let out a soft moan, her body, which had just relaxed, tensed up again, like

a secret signal between lovers on a date. Her vagina tightened twice, and her waist swayed, causing his penis and

her vagina to rub against each other, generating electricity.

He knew that this body language from his godmother meant that she wanted it again. He struck while the iron was hot, slowly

thrusting , no longer with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, but grinding slowly at the deepest point, while the French kiss never stopped.

...

So far, this method has been very effective against Murong Ziyan. However, after grinding for about ten strokes, Murong Ziyan

became delirious and started talking nonsense again: "Waaah! My pussy is itchy... Mommy's pussy is itchy! Son, thrust hard... thrust

Mommy 's pussy! Waaah!! It's coming again..."

Amidst a series of moans, Murong Ziyan couldn't help but climax for the second time.

He firmly held the initiative, each time

pressing her climax button just before it subsided, when she was savoring the sweet taste of their love. He would then gently and tenderly

massage her incredibly delicate uterus and cervix, a highly efficient and effortless method that

always aroused the beauty to the point of ecstasy, causing her to desperately thrust her hips to meet his thrusts. In just a few thrusts, he could ignite

the explosive passion within the beauty beneath him, unleashing a series of astonishing bursts of energy. Her vaginal opening would widen, and her vaginal fluids

would gush out...

After eight consecutive orgasms, Murong Ziyan was completely drained of strength, even

lacking the strength to tighten her vaginal canal and cervix to grip his penis. Yet Wuyue continued to play with

her in that incredibly wicked way, slowly and deliberately.

Murong Ziyan said weakly, "My baby, why haven't you ejaculated yet? I don't have any strength left

..."

He muttered, "I haven't had my fill yet..."

Murong Ziyan said, "Come out first, lie down, Mommy has a way to make you feel good..."

Wuyue didn't know what she meant, but he had no choice but to pull his penis out of the clam's mouth. "Splash!" A large gush

of semen gushed out as the oak cork was torn open! Murong Ziyan quickly grabbed a handkerchief to plug the clam's mouth to prevent it from

wetting the sheets. Then, she simultaneously contracted and expanded her abdominal and perineal muscles, squeezing the semen onto

the handkerchief as the clam's mouth opened and closed.

After cleaning her swollen clam, she took another handkerchief to wipe the man's penis. The two of them

had only been in seclusion for eleven days of dual cultivation, and the consumption of handkerchiefs was astonishing. Her own stock had long been used up, and she

was too embarrassed to ask the maids, Green Velvet, for more, so she had to ask her wet nurse, Granny Li, for more than ten. Because she knew that no matter how unconventional

her actions, her wet nurse would always stand by her side without hesitation and would never

laugh at her.

Then, using the kettle from the stove, she added some hot water to a basin, washed his penis with a damp towel, and

opened her cherry lips to suck on the head of his penis. Her incredibly skillful tongue teased and entwined the urethral opening, occasionally even

slipping shallowly inside, giving her beloved son oral sex.

He had once had this thing sucked by Hua Ying, and he couldn't remember what it felt like, but now, he only felt incredibly good being sucked by

his godmother !

The incredibly sensitive urethral opening, encountering the relentless teasing of her hateful tongue, sent waves of burning, tingling

pleasure through him…

This novel and stimulating feeling quickly brought him to his climax.

Murong Ziyan felt the rod in her mouth suddenly swell to its maximum size, and naturally knew what was happening.

Just as he was about to ejaculate, Murong Ziyan quickly spat out the throbbing penis and sat on it. She swayed her waist a few times,

deftly inserting the penis into his hot vagina, and then rotated her hips a few more times, letting the head of the penis reach into his cervix...

Murong Ziyan didn't want to waste a single drop of her beloved son's semen. Before she could even squeeze a few times, Wuyue had already ejaculated profusely,

all of his semen shooting into the beauty's flower palace.

At the end of the afternoon, after Murong Ziyan had dressed herself, she took a set of clothes from the closet and helped him put them on. She

combed his disheveled hair neatly and tied it up with a white hair crown inlaid with gold and jade. Under her careful care,

the disheveled, unruly playboy was transformed into a handsome and refined gentleman. For reasons

unknown , Murong Ziyan was always careless about her own appearance, but she particularly enjoyed

meticulously dressing up Wuyue, especially adoring him as a girl, a task she never tired of.

Wuyue was extremely beautiful, and when he went out in that attire, people often mistook him for a little beauty, which frequently drew

strong protests from him, forcing her to tone it down and switch to a more androgynous look. Perhaps, due to her

very , she preferred Wuyue to be more feminine out of a complementary sense?

After dressing, the two walked hand in hand out of the gate.

Since they hadn't announced their departure beforehand, the area outside the quiet room was eerily quiet. Reaching a more spacious

area in the back garden, Murong Ziyan laughed, "Wuyue, try jumping up high."

He did as she said, crouching down and bending his knees, then leaping upwards with a powerful push off the ground. Surprisingly, he felt much lighter than before,

easily leaping fifteen or sixteen feet high! Previously, he couldn't even jump ten feet.

Caught off guard, he cried out in fright, "Sister, catch me!"

Murong Ziyan caught him, chuckling, "Lightness skill has always been your forte, why are you so

scared ?"

Wuyue's heart pounded, and he said with lingering fear, "It all happened so suddenly, I was so scared I forgot about it

."

Murong Ziyan put him down and laughed, "Now you're prepared, try jumping a few more times."

Wuyue gathered his inner energy and leaped up again, landing gracefully, appearing more composed. He leaped up and landed again,

and after several jumps, he could leap nearly two zhang high, his landing figure becoming increasingly elegant and graceful.

Murong Ziyan said with a look of ecstasy, "Heavens! My ideal husband is so handsome, his landing figure

is so beautiful and graceful, it's like a golden boy descended from heaven!" She couldn't help but hug him and kiss him a few times.

Wu Yue chuckled, "If I were a celestial prince, then you would be a jade maiden before the Queen Mother of the West. In short,

we'd still be a couple."

Murong Ziyan felt incredibly sweet inside and chuckled, "More like an old jade maiden! Hehe!"

Wu Yue turned to Green Velvet, who was standing dumbfounded watching the two of them go crazy, and said, "Green Velvet, quickly go and tell them to prepare the lady's carriage

immediately and wait for us outside."

Green Velvet wasn't unaware that the lady doted on Wu Yue excessively, and had heard many

rumors , but seeing the lady so affectionate with him in public was a first for him. He was currently extremely embarrassed and

at a loss, unsure whether he should continue to stay in this troublesome place. Hearing Wu Yue's words, he felt as if he had been

granted and swiftly slipped away, running faster than a startled rabbit.

Without a word, Wu Yue pulled Murong Ziyan out of the back garden.

The carriage was already prepared, and Bei Feng, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and wearing a white veil, personally drove it. Wuyue pulled Murong

Ziyan boarded the carriage and had Beifeng drive straight to the outskirts, leaving Murong Ziyan completely bewildered, but she let her beloved

play along.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a small town about fifty or sixty li from Jinan Prefecture, stopping in front of the town's largest

inn. Murong Ziyan prepared to put on her mask, but Wuyue suddenly pulled her off the carriage, and together with Beifeng, they

entered the inn's lobby.

These past few days, Murong Ziyan had subconsciously tried to comply with his wishes, and it actually felt good, so

she let him do as he pleased.

"Whoosh! Ah! Crack! Bang! Bang!" A commotion erupted in the lobby. Some

cried out in surprise; some, in a state of shock, smashed wine glasses or dishes; some remained silent,

staring blankly as if they had seen a ghost; and the crisp sound of several people being slapped

echoed throughout the hall!

It turned out that several tables in the hall were occupied by women. Seeing their husbands' lecherous, lustful expressions upon seeing the beautiful Murong Ziyan,

they were furious. Several of the more hot-tempered women couldn't resist resorting to violence. But the men being beaten were

completely oblivious, still staring intently at Murong Ziyan as she gracefully walked by, swallowing hard!

The world is full of all sorts of people. The only thing they all had in common was that all eyes in the hall, including those of the women,

were fixed

on ! However, the men's eyes were filled with longing, admiration, and amazement, while the women's

were mostly filled with jealousy and resentment.

If men need a reason to harbor resentment, women don't. In just a short while,

Murong Ziyan had unknowingly gained more than a dozen enemies!

The men with their wives stared at Murong Ziyan in a daze for a long time. Turning back to their wives and daughters, they couldn't help but

sigh: they usually found them quite pleasing to the eye, but after seeing this beauty, how could they suddenly seem so

ugly and vulgar?

If Beifeng hadn't been wearing a mask, what kind of commotion

would caused?

Murong Ziyan, like Di Qing, always wore a strange

mask This was the first time she had received such a grand display of attention. Even this resolute and brave

heroine was startled, momentarily at a loss, and hid behind Wuyue!

Once a woman falls in love, she becomes nothing! Even if the man she admires is

a coward and a fool, he becomes a peerless hero in her eyes, someone she can rely on for a lifetime. Even

a remarkable woman like Murong Ziyan was not immune to this!

A beauty who has ranked high on the beauty list for two consecutive years is indeed extraordinary!

Such a stunning beauty—to even catch a glimpse of her in one's lifetime is a stroke

of good fortune for him; who knows what good deeds he must have done in his past life to deserve such a sight?

A full half-cup of hot tea's time passed before a young waiter finally came forward to greet them. It wasn't that the inn's

service was bad, but rather that the waiters, like the diners, were completely stunned by the sight and had forgotten to serve the guests!

It was only after the landlady gave the waiter a good kick before dragging the face-covering innkeeper into the inner courtyard that

he snapped out of his daze and hurriedly went to greet them.

Seeing the three men's distinguished bearing, the innkeepers, skilled in both carriages and boats, and the sharp-eyed and quick-witted officials, knew they were either wealthy or noble. They

hurriedly and respectfully inquired, "Young master, young ladies, are you here for the night or just for a meal? Don't let the

small size of the inn fool you; we have quiet, superior rooms in the back courtyard, and elegant dining rooms upstairs."

Wu Yue glanced around the hall and casually declared, "No need, we'll eat in the main hall . We

need to continue our journey afterward."

All the men in the hall immediately showed expressions of ecstatic joy, while the faces of all the adult women... well,

let's just say they were incredibly ugly. They practically hated Wu Yue!

They were too preoccupied with their own rage, their eyes blazing with fury as they stared intently at Murong Ziyan. If

gazes were truly like swords, she would have been dead countless times over!

Thus, these women didn't have time to even glance at Wu Yue; otherwise, they too would have had reason to be overjoyed

.

The waiter glanced at Murong Ziyan and stammered, "Young Master, even if you don't mind

the noise and vulgarity of the main hall, your two sisters..."

Before he could finish, Murong Ziyan casually tossed him a ten-tael gold ingot and said indifferently,

"It's alright, we'll eat in the main hall. Go tell the kitchen to bring up all your best dishes, and

remember, be quick."

The waiter stared at the gold ingot for a long time, hardly believing his eyes!

He pinched his leg hard a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, then bit the gold ingot to confirm it

wasn't counterfeit. Overjoyed, he prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed more than ten times to Murong Ziyan.

When he stood up again, his gaze towards everyone except the three distinguished guests in front of him had changed.

It was no longer respectful and enthusiastic, but arrogant and disdainful. Because in that instant, he felt that these people were now inferior to him

.

Ten taels of gold were more than enough to cover the inn's total assets. His mind raced:

"I'm definitely not going to do such a lowly job as waiter anymore. Should I take over a shop in town? Buy some

land in the countryside and hire people to farm? Hmm, I'll think about that later. Tonight, I'll go to Cuihong Courtyard and gamble it out! Haha! I'll

indulge in being a big shot, make that little Hong who always looks down on me reflect on her behavior, and then... a good meal of wine and meat

, followed by a warm night in bed with her, hee hee..."

He was lost in his daydreams, his face showing a dazed expression, drool dripping from his mouth.

Wuyue, growing impatient, gently patted him and said, "Hurry up and find us seats!"

The waiter snapped out of his reverie. He dared not offend these three money-makers, and hurriedly bowed and scraped, finding a reasonably clean table in the lobby

. He respectfully invited the three to sit down before scurrying off to the kitchen to serve them.

To ensure the God of Wealth was satisfied with his meal, he reluctantly gave the chef a tael of silver as a commission, instructing him to use his best

skills.

If the God of Wealth knew the reason for the reward, he would surely regret it and punch himself! Why hadn't he thought

to address this wealthy man as "the noble young master's sister"?

After taking her seat, Wuyue couldn't help but sigh, "Money is so easy to make these days! Hehe!"

Murong Ziyan was still very excited, saying with boundless joy, "Didn't you hear? The shopkeeper just

called Beifeng and me your sisters!"

Wuyue said with regret, "If I had known, why didn't I say that like the shopkeeper? Sigh!"

Murong Ziyan laughed, "You little rascal, all you do is sweet-talk me. Even if you said it,

I wouldn't believe you! But the shopkeeper calling us that is different. It means that your anti-aging techniques

have been effective!"

Wuyue chuckled, "So, that's why I brought you out. When we get back, take a good

look in the mirror and reassess your age, okay?"

The two teased each other like this. What did Beifeng think? Because she was wearing a mask, it

was expression.

In reality, she was expressionless. No matter what she was thinking, her fangs weren't for the lady of the house.

She knew her place very well. From the moment Murong Gege took her from Wu Yase's hands, Murong Gege

became a goddess-like figure in her heart.

Wuyue was very important to her, even more important than herself. Even so,

she couldn't bear the thought of Murong Gege taking her beloved.

Next, the atmosphere in the hall subtly changed. After witnessing Murong Ziyan's eating habits

and her astonishing appetite, the men suddenly realized that a woman's beauty wasn't that important; at night,

the lights were all the same, weren't they?

The women's mood improved considerably, occasionally glaring at their husbands as if to say, "Marrying

a wife like me has saved you so much money!"

With their hostility towards Murong Ziyan lessening, their attention shifted to Wuyue. Suddenly, a series of delicate gasps, the crashing of broken cups and plates, and the slapping sounds

rang out!

However, this time, it was the men who had just been slapped who were resorting to violence. Women aren't as forgiving as men.

The woman who was beaten immediately flew into a rage, berating her husband: "You can look at pretty girls, but I can't look at

handsome men?"

Before long, several couples were already fighting in the hall, overturning several tables with a clattering sound, leaving

a mess of cups and plates on the floor!

While the parents were engaged in their brawl, the unmarried girls didn't bother to intervene. They just stared blankly at

Wuyue , occasionally exchanging fierce glares and showing their disdain. They had never imagined such a handsome

young man existed, and they had never felt so dissatisfied with the families their parents had arranged for them to marry into!

The number one handsome young man on this year's newly released second edition of the handsome men's list—his charm was truly extraordinary!

Murong Ziyan found it amusing and couldn't help but chuckle, "Wuyue, I think we'd better hurry up and leave, or

these pretty girls will start fighting!"

Wuyue looked around but didn't see any pretty girls. He was always lucky with women, encountering only

the most exceptional beauties, but how many beauties were there in the world? So, in his eyes, these girls were several levels below the maids in the Zhou

mansion . Just as

the three were about to get up and leave, they heard a clattering of hooves coming from the street outside the inn, approaching like

a storm , finally stopping abruptly with a neigh. It turned out

that two rather luxurious carriages and more than ten riders had all stopped outside the inn.

With a series of footsteps, a beautiful middle-aged woman, ethereal and alluring, entered the hall, accompanied by a young

boy and a pretty girl of about fifteen or sixteen, followed by two women in their forties, and

surrounded by a group of men in gray.

The hall stirred again; the fight between the couple ceased. The crowd was filled with surprise;

they hadn't expected so many beautiful women in the world, two groups appearing in just half a day.

The middle-aged woman was elegant and graceful, her beauty captivating and alluring. With each step she took, her swaying waist seemed

to steal the souls of men!

The girl was even more radiant and beautiful, her appearance unparalleled! The boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, had a fair complexion,

his hair styled in two high buns, also exquisitely beautiful and charming.

The two women and the men in gray all had prominent temples, puffed out their chests and bellies, and moved with the speed of the wind; they were clearly

highly skilled fighters.

This group had clearly been arranged beforehand, and without waiting for the shop assistants to greet them, they headed straight for the backyard led by a

middle-aged man .

Among the commotion in the lobby, Murong Ziyan was the most excited. She jumped to her feet and

rushed over without a word!

It wasn't out of jealousy, wanting to beat up this charming middle-aged beauty, but because she recognized

them!

This middle-aged beauty—wasn't she Fairy Yanxia?

Murong Ziyan rushed forward and hugged her tightly. Before she could speak, Fairy Yanxia exclaimed, "Good sister?

Madam? Heavens!! It really is you! I've missed you so much…?…!…!"

Murong Ziyan: "…!!…?…"

That voice, that decibel level!

Wuyue wanted to plug her ears! A woman and her long-lost best friend suddenly bumped into each other on the street,

and her excited chatter was indescribable! She spoke quickly and loudly, her expression a mixture of laughter and tears,

indescribable except for exclamation marks and question marks.

Murong Ziyan recognized both the girl and the boy, as well as the Hengshan Sect elders and protectors accompanying her.

Fairy Yanxia didn't need much introduction; she simply grabbed Murong Ziyan's hand, laughing and jumping, looking at least decades younger,

like a chattering, lively little girl.

After a round of warm greetings with Fairy Yanxia, Murong Ziyan learned they were on their way to Jinan

to visit her, but unexpectedly met her on the road, naturally overjoyed! She beckoned Wuyue and Beifeng over,

and greeted everyone, whom Wuyue and Beifeng also knew.

The girl's name was Meng Xiaohong, Fairy Yanxia's youngest daughter, known as the "Female Zhuge Liang." The boy was Chu Xiaojin,

Fairy 's infant son born after returning to the Hengshan Sect.

More than two years ago, when Wuyue accompanied Murong Ziyan on an inspection tour of the Hengshan Sect, she had already met Meng Xiaohong and Chu

Xiaojin

, siblings. Earlier this year, she again accompanied Murong Ziyan, staying for nearly two months at the Shuiyue Palace on Xianxia Ridge, the residence of the Fairy of Misty Clouds. Because they were all of similar age, along with their eldest sister Xiaoyan who couldn't come this time, the four children often...

They got along quite well playing together.

However, after a year apart, everyone had changed quite a bit, especially Xiaohong. She had blossomed into a

beautiful and more graceful. If

they met on the street, Wuyue wouldn't even recognize her.

The group chatted as they walked into the backyard, where they set up three tables in the main hall. They ate and talked,

enjoying themselves immensely. Just yesterday, Murong Ziyan had mentioned Xiaohong,

praising his childhood friend a few more times.

Xiaohong's bright, beautiful almond-shaped eyes followed Wuyue closely, her affection for him undisguised. A young girl experiencing

her first is most sensitive to the opposite sex, and although a year had passed, this beautiful girl clearly

hadn't forgotten him.

Xiaohong's expression displeased Beifeng, who glared at her fiercely through her veil from time to time!

Needless to say, Madam could barely tolerate even her best friend, Beifeng, but aside from that, she

was extremely aggressive towards any woman who appeared around Wuyue, especially beautiful women!

Xiaohong was not only exceptionally intelligent but also very quick-witted. She quickly sensed Beifeng's strong

hostility and abruptly shifted her gaze from Wuyue's face to Beifeng, teasing and joking with her. Before

long, she and Beifeng were inseparable. The usually taciturn Beifeng became more talkative, and

amidst their laughter and chatter, they seemed like best friends, almost forgetting that Xiaohong was a formidable rival.

It seemed that Xiaohong was not only highly intelligent but also possessed exceptional emotional intelligence!

Murong Ziyan nodded secretly in approval, valuing and liking this clever, perceptive, and charming girl

even more .

She thought to herself, "If I want to retire from the limelight and hand over the Rakshasa Sect to Wuyue, all my generals are

ruthless and vicious, none of them easy to deal with. How can Wuyue control them? Although he has

Beifeng strong support, Beifeng is brave and resourceful, but her emotional intelligence is really lacking. Once the women of Zhaiyue and Caihong start fighting over him,

who will still recognize her as the leader? Just the jealousy alone is enough to make Wuyue dizzy. How can he possibly conquer the world?

What he needs most is a brilliant and talented woman like Xiaohong to advise him, win people over, and

strategize. That would save me a lot of trouble."

Therefore, whenever she had the chance, Murong Ziyan would praise Xiaohong in front of Wuyue to make him have a

good impression of her.

Chu Xiaojin obviously rarely went out and hadn't seen much of the world. He was rather introverted and didn't say much.

He just leaned against his sister and listened to the adults chatting with wide eyes. Beifeng, who always liked children, would often tease him and make him

laugh. Wuyue, who had always been fond of this little brother, would pull him aside for a chat. Wuyue's lively and carefree personality

complemented Xiaojin's perfectly, and soon he had Xiaojin all smiles. The two brothers

began to laugh and talk, just like they had back in Hengshan.

This was one of Wuyue's strengths; not only with women, but also with people from all walks of life,

he could quickly become one of them, making others consider him a close friend. This was what Yunmeng Niangniang

had praised him for: personal charisma!

"Winning hearts is superior to conquering cities." Conquering cities relies on brute force, 　　but winning hearts requires great personal charisma!

********** ... Because of his lack of personal charisma and his overemphasis on both civil and military achievements, the Qin Dynasty quickly fell apart due to widespread defection. 　　Emperor Yang of Sui surpassed his cousin Li Shimin in many ways, but lacked his affability, which allowed him to gather . Among them were civil officials like Changsun Wuji, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, and Gao Shilian; military leaders like Yuchi Jingde, Li Jing, Duan Zhixuan, and Qin Qiong; and administrative experts like Wei Zheng, Xiao Yu, and Zhang Liang. It was a constellation of brilliant minds and abundant talent … 　　People lamented the scarcity of talent and beauty, but at the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, it seemed as if the land was suddenly overflowing with spiritual energy , producing a large number of talented individuals, most of whom were attracted to Li Shimin! He gathered almost all the radiant stars of literature and military prowess under his command. With everyone contributing, he conquered and secured his empire! Was the Zhenguan era entirely due to Li Shimin's achievements? Was the fall of the Sui Dynasty entirely due to Emperor Yang's mistakes? History is always written by elite groups throughout history , not by emperors. Having discussed the 　　aforementioned 　　literary stars and generals, let's talk about beauties. Wu Yue was surrounded by beauties, but can beauties be mass-produced and found everywhere? Not at all. Otherwise, why would there have been a near-brawl in the inn's lobby? This clearly shows that true beauties are hard to find. It can only be said that he was incredibly lucky, like Li Shimin , to have stumbled upon a den of beauties. His own character was exceptional, and his personal charm rivaled Li Shimin's, naturally ! 　　In the latest sixteenth edition of the beauty rankings, Wu Yue has four girlfriends and eight potential girlfriends —almost a full ten; in the fifteenth edition, he has two girlfriends and five potential girlfriends —also accounting for half! (The rankings for the fifteenth and sixteenth beauty lists will be announced at an appropriate time.) 　　This guy is truly popular with all ages! One can imagine that Wuyue has become the common enemy of all men. How to eliminate their hostility, and even get them to willingly help him conquer the world, will require a test of his personal charisma! 　　Yehe Yadai, hailed as the most beautiful woman of the Jurchen tribe, has given Jianghu Kongkong'er a real headache. In the fifteenth ranking, she was only eleven years old. Although Jurchen beauties mature early and are renowned for their beauty, she couldn't compete with the beauties around twenty years old in terms of physique, and therefore failed to make the list. 　　Two years ago, in the sixteenth ranking, she was thirty-one years old, and compared to the likes of Beifeng and Lingti who were in their prime , she was less delicate and could only rank fourth. This legendary woman's fierce temperament is no less than Murong's. She has broken off countless engagements, and many tribes have been destroyed because of her. Her bizarre and tumultuous experiences are so extraordinary that even the most imaginative screenwriter couldn't have written such a shocking story! 　　Wuyue and Beifeng were already full and only sat there to keep each other company. Murong Ziyan, however, ate quite a bit more, leaving Wuyue secretly astonished. After the meal, Fairy Yanxia didn't plan to rest and joined Murong Ziyan...

They set off, heading back home.

After settling Fairy Yanxia and her entourage, they returned to Qiushui Pavilion. Murong Ziyan immediately rushed into the inner room, intently

looking in the mirror. A cup of hot tea had passed, and she was still admiring herself… muttering to herself, “Thank goodness,

I haven’t developed any crow’s feet yet, my forehead is still relatively smooth, and I hardly have any eye bags. That’s wonderful! Wuyue loves my eyes the most;

if I had eye bags, it would be a problem…”

In her memory, she had looked in the mirror no more than three times in her life. The first time was on her wedding day, when the matchmaker had to do her

makeup and dressing her up. The second time was the day Wuyue was rescued by Beifeng in Mianchi and was about to return to the manor. The third

time was right now. Not

only that, she had always preferred martial arts and possessed a masculine personality. She disliked all things women liked —jewelry, fashionable clothes, rouge, lipstick, etc.—she neither used nor wore them. She always wore the same martial arts attire, and needlework was out of the question! She was constantly engrossed in civil and military affairs, vying for power. Her inner chambers were filled with military maps and battle formations, leaving no trace of boudoir charm. No wonder Wu Yue always felt something was missing about her, making it difficult to feel close to her. Indeed, what she lacked was femininity! 　　She had probably never cared so much about her appearance in her entire life! This was simply because a woman adorns herself for the one she loves. Looking at the beauty in the mirror, after a comprehensive assessment of her appearance and figure, she appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, only slightly more mature than Bei Feng! 　　Wu Yue stood behind her, also looking at the youthful and vibrant face of the peerless beauty in the mirror. 　　Murong Ziyan turned back to him with a radiant smile, her joy boundless, and said, "It seems the records in the *Su Shu* are truly exquisite, every sentence a gem." 　　Wuyue said, "Sister Bing is a celestial being incarnate; the cultivation methods she imparted are naturally extraordinary! Look at herself; when she became an immortal, she was only eighteen!" 　　Murong Ziyan said discontentedly, "Sister Bing, Sister Bing—you call her so affectionately all the time. Yes, your Sister Bing is young and beautiful; hurry up and go to the celestial realm to find her! She's longing for you..." 　　Wuyue put his arm around her waist, "You even get jealous of Sister Bing?" "Isn't that going too far?" 　　Murong Ziyan scolded, "A middle-aged woman and her beloved young man flying together in a love nest has a particularly good effect. The reason why my sister can become so young is all because of your good care! Thank you, little baby! From now on, when we walk together, we won't have to worry about people saying that I look like your mother!" 　　The last sentence aroused Wuyue's lust, and he couldn't help but reach out and wrap his arms around the beauty's chest, kneading her high and soft breasts through her clothes. His hard thing pressed against the beauty's waist and rubbed against her. His lustful appearance was just like a male dog in heat. Not satisfied with that, he slipped his right hand inside her collar , pulled aside her bodice, and began to fondle Murong Ziyan's large nipples… 　　Murong Ziyan was aroused, her breathing quickening. Feeling the hardness and heat of the iron rod at her waist, she knew this little lecher really needed release. She gently pushed him away, playfully scolding , "Heavens! We did it so many times this morning, and now you… it's driving me crazy! I can't stand you! At this rate, in less than two years, I'll be raped to death in bed by this little lecher!"

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