【The Strange and Erotic Tale of the Dream of the Red Chamber】

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The proverb says, "Young people shouldn't read * Dream of the Red Chamber
*, and old people shouldn't read *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*," referring to the youthful passion and desires that can corrupt their nature, and
the elderly who can no longer harbor ambitions for a chaotic world. When I was eleven or twelve, I developed a fondness for novels, and *Dream of the Red Chamber* was my first
. I was simply captivated by its beautiful language and enviable, passionate love. Later, each reading brought new insights. As I grew older
and understood matters of the heart, I increasingly appreciated the tender emotions and irresistible allure of its plot.
I couldn't help but compare myself to Bao Yu's romantic charm and Lian Rong's dashing elegance, often behaving in ways that defied common sense
. Upon seeing a woman I liked, I would become infatuated, a seed of love planted in my heart, the joys and sorrows of which only
I knew. Later, starting from the Dream of the Red Chamber, he devoured every erotic story imaginable.
Works like *The Romance of the Western Chamber* and *The Peony Pavilion* were obvious choices, but he also disregarded obscene tales and other vulgar language, indulging in whatever he could find .
By his thirties, he had become a lecherous man. When he went out, his lustful eyes would search
for novelties between women's legs and feet. Back home, he would frantically search the internet for attractive women, watching videos that aroused him, neglecting all serious pursuits of fame and
fortune. Gradually, it was as if he had practiced a heretical martial art and gone mad; his mind was filled with these
erotic poems, his eyes with the faces of beautiful women he had been with, as if he had been brainwashed. Excessive indulgence in lust inevitably harmed
his health; his yang energy gradually dissipated, and he suffered from dizziness and backaches.
One morning, returning from his morning exercise, he passed a small bookstall. The owner, an old man with dark, calloused fingers, was fiddling
with a stack of old books. Suddenly, I was stopped by a set of ancient books in an old box. Upon closer inspection, I saw they were thread-bound classic Ming
and Qing dynasty novels, including *Dream of the Red Chamber*, *Water Margin*, and *Jin Ping Mei*. I picked up a copy of *Dream of the Red Chamber* and began to read. The yellowed title pages
told me of its age, and some pages were missing. For some reason, I suddenly felt a
sense of tenderness, as if I had met a long-lost friend. I stroked the pages, reluctant to put the book down. The old man looked up
at me and asked, "Do you want this?" I was a little dazed and replied, "How much?" The old man
answered in a deep voice, "100 yuan." "How about 80?" The old man hadn't expected me to actually want it. He looked up at me,
a strange light flashing in his eyes. "Alright," he said, "goods for those who know their place. I've had this book for many years. Since you like it,
take it." At that moment, the old man seemed to have become young again, radiating an indescribable grandeur.
"Old swindler," he muttered to himself, paid, tucked the money under his arm, and went home, casually placing it on the bookshelf.
A few days later, while looking for a computer reference book, he suddenly noticed that his once messy bookshelf
was now neatly organized. His wife never cared about his books; in her eyes, these idle books were poison, and he
was a bewitched worm, his laziness and absurdity all due to these poisons. Curious
, he couldn't find it anywhere, but there it was, neatly arranged on the table. Opening it, he saw it was the *Dream of the Red Chamber* he'd bought before.
He'd read it several times, but never the thread-bound version. He wanted to show it to his father. "Full of absurd words,
a handful of bitter tears. Everyone says the author is foolish, but who understands the taste within?" Rereading *Dream of the Red Chamber* at thirty-three, he had a different feeling. He
no longer felt the same reverence and conviction, no longer cared about petty romantic entanglements, but felt a pang
of melancholy at the words of the mysterious immortal. What is the Heaven of Separation from Sorrow, the Sea of Sorrow? Where is the Land of Illusion? Upon closer examination, its mysteries
are numerous and its Zen-like essence profound, leading to sudden enlightenment. Engrossed in the book, I placed it by my bedside,
flipping through a few pages each day when I had nothing else to do, finding clarity of Buddha-nature and tranquility.
However, the scene of Baoyu's dream of visiting the Land of Illusion, replayed with the ringing of bells and chimes, remains uncomprehended. Just as the Fairy Disenchantment
lamented: "Foolish child, you still haven't understood!" The original text continues, "Baoyu
hurriedly stopped the singing girl from escorting him to a fragrant boudoir, where the furnishings were unlike anything he had ever seen before.
Even more astonishing was the presence of a woman inside, her beauty and charm resembling Baochai, her graceful elegance like Daiyu
. Just as he was wondering what she meant, the Fairy Disenchantment suddenly said: 'In this world, how many wealthy families have had their
verdant windows and embroidered chambers defiled by lewd and dissolute women? Even more hateful is that throughout history,
how many frivolous and dissolute men have used 'being lustful but not lewd' as an excuse, and 'being affectionate but not lewd' as a pretext for their crimes. These are all just pretense to cover up their ugliness
. Being lustful is lewd, and being affectionate is even more lewd. Therefore, the meetings at Wushan and the pleasures of love are all caused by being pleased with the appearance and then infatuated
with the feelings. The one I love is the greatest lewd person in all of history!'" 26quot; Upon hearing this, Baoyu
was startled and hurriedly replied: % 26quot; Fairy, you are mistaken. I am lazy in my studies, and my parents still constantly admonish me
. How could I dare to utter the word "lewd" again? Besides, I am still young and do not know what "lewd" means. % 26quot; Fairy
Disenchantment said: % 26quot; Not so. Although lust is of one principle, the meaning is different.
Those who are lustful in the world are merely pleasing to the eye, enjoying singing and dancing, endlessly flirting, and engaging in sexual intercourse at any time, wishing they could have all
the beautiful women in the world to satisfy their momentary pleasure. These are all foolish creatures who indulge in physical lust. As for you, you are born with a deep affection,
which we call "mental lust." The word "lustful thoughts" can only be understood in the heart and cannot be spoken aloud; it can be felt in the spirit but cannot be expressed in words. You
alone possess these two words, which may make you a good friend in your boudoir, but in the world, you are inevitably seen as eccentric and strange, subject to ridicule and scorn
. Now, having received the profound instructions of your esteemed ancestors, Ning and Rong, I cannot bear to see you alone bring glory to my boudoir while being rejected by the world .
Therefore, I have specially brought you here, to intoxicate you with divine wine, to soothe you with celestial tea, to awaken you with exquisite music, and to betroth my younger sister, whose childhood name is Jianmei and courtesy
name is Keqing, to you. Tonight, at this auspicious time, the marriage will be completed. Even allowing you to experience the splendor of this celestial realm is
so precious; how much more so the realities of the mortal world! From now on, you must understand and repent of your past actions, pay attention to the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, and dedicate yourself
to the path of economics. 26. Quot; After saying this, she secretly instructed him on matters of love and lust, pushed Baoyu into the room, closed the door ,
and left. Baoyu, in a daze, followed the instructions of the Fairy Disenchantment and inevitably engaged in intimate acts, too numerous to recount. The next day,
he was tender and affectionate, speaking softly and tenderly to Keqing, inseparable from her. "
This passage is perplexing. Is this Keqing the same Keqing as the other? With Baoyu's refined and handsome appearance, how can he be associated with the word 'lust'?
What is 'mental lust'? Completely baffled, I searched online for various materials to compare, including Liu Xinwu's commentary on *Dream of the Red Chamber* and
Yu Pingbo's interpretation of *Dream of the Red Chamber*. Although they each offered their own explanations, none provided a definitive answer. Oh well, as an
old scholar once said, 'Don't read books without seeking complete understanding.' I suppose this is the magnum opus of Mr. Xue Qin's life's work..."
Of course, it wasn't something a petty person like me could see through at a glance. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why should a fool trouble himself
? Haha.
Perhaps this fulfilled the essence of reading. When I reread it, the enormous "Dream of the Red Chamber" was easily finished.
Of course, I only read the first eighty chapters, because I had a grand dream: I could continue the story. Closing
the book, I closed my eyes and imagined the story and characters so vividly. I felt as if I had become Baoyu,
entering the fantastical Grand View Garden, surrounded by maids with fragrant sleeves, and the dull-witted stone used to mend the sky at my neck.
Amidst the profusion of flowers, the delicate Daiyu, as graceful as a swallow, and the dignified Baochai, as elegant as jade rings, would sometimes recite poetry and sometimes attract butterflies. Their
beautiful faces were so captivating that it was hard to distinguish between flowers and human faces. For a moment, I was so happy that I forgot all about home. I truly became Baoyu again,
guarding the myriad golden hairpins, indulging in a timeless and unparalleled fantasy.
Continuing from the previous chapter, the charming Xiangling flirts with Jin Gui,
and the clever Ping'er skillfully flatters her. In the eightieth chapter, it was mentioned that Xiangling was disliked by Jin Gui, and Xue Pan had no choice but to hide away to avoid trouble.
Actually, he was quite busy, inviting a few hangers-on and two popular singing girls for some lively entertainment. Fortunately,
there was plenty of money on the counter, so he wasn't afraid of being squandered. Only Aunt Xue and her daughter suffered; one was old and easily angered, and the other gentle
and unyielding, letting the wicked woman cause trouble. Xiangling naturally suffered a lot of physical pain. Aunt Xue, seeing that this
couldn't continue, discussed with Baochai the possibility of selling Xiangling to a good family to lessen her suffering. Baochai
was naturally unwilling, but had no better solution. Ying'er suggested, "If all else fails, take Xiangling to
the garden first and we'll see how things develop." Baochai thought about it and had no choice but to agree.
That day, by chance, Jia Lian entered the garden on business. Walking near the Qin Fang Pavilion, he saw a girl he didn't recognize. Upon closer inspection
, he realized she was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her hair was as black as a raven's, her eyebrows were like crescent moons
, her lips were fragrant like cherries, her nose was straight and delicate, her cheeks were rosy and full, her face was like a silver basin,
her body was slender and graceful, her hands were like jade stalks, her waist was like a willow branch, her belly was soft and white, and
her feet were narrow and pointed. The beauty of this woman was endless. And how was she dressed? She wore a black, glossy bun
, with fragrant clouds of hair flowing from it, adorned with small hairpins. A double-flowered ornament was worn at an angle, and a comb was placed behind her. Her beauty was indescribable
; her willow-leaf eyebrows were framed by two peach blossoms. Her exquisite pendant was most praiseworthy, and her exposed breasts were priceless. She wore a long-sleeved, dark blue cotton blouse,
over a short, silk skirt. A lace handkerchief draped over her cuffs. A sachet hung low beside her. Her bodice was heavily buttoned,
revealing her delicate, pointed, bound feet, their cloud-shaped hems cleverly embroidered. Her white silk shoes with high soles accentuated her graceful
steps. Red gauze knee-length trousers were adorned with oriole-flower buttons, the wind ruffling her skirt and trousers as she moved. Her breath constantly emitted a unique fragrance of orchids and musk, her cherry lips and smiling face
blooming like flowers.
Jia Lian thought to himself, "None of the girls and maids have bound feet. I heard Xue the Fool bought a maid and took her as his concubine. She's
really beautiful; no wonder he killed someone over her." The Xue family's affairs were never kept secret, and Jia Lian, who fell in
love with every woman he saw, suddenly became interested and determined to take advantage of this woman. Xiangling saw someone approaching from afar and, unable to dodge in
time, turned around and squatted down, pretending to play in the water, intending to stand up again after the person left. Unexpectedly, she ran into a mischievous young man who
crept closer, admiring her embroidered skirt and feet, before embracing her from behind. He immediately had her soft flesh in his hands, leaning in
to sniff her pink neck, murmuring, "Ping'er, you little hussy, running around everywhere! If your grandmother sees you, you'll be in
for a beating!" The woman was startled, but Jia Lian... Grasping her breasts, he was momentarily unable to turn around,
realizing he had mistaken her for someone else. He quickly said in a coquettish voice, "Second Master, I'm Xiangling, Second Master has mistaken me for someone else..." Jia Lian feigned surprise
, took two steps back, and hurriedly bowed, apologizing profusely, saying, "So it's you, Sister, I'm truly deserving of death," while
stealing glances at the beauty with his handsome eyes. The woman's face was flushed with shyness, and she was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave. She hurriedly returned
the bow, turned, and gracefully ran away. Jia Lian, being a passionate man, was now half-melted, stunned for a long time, the woman's
full, smooth body leaving him with lingering pleasure. He thought to himself, "What a beauty! That fool Xue has ruined her.
No matter what, I'd be willing to die for her."
Leaving aside Master Lian's scheming, Xiangling, disregarding the uneven cobblestone path, hurriedly ran back to
her room. Thankfully, no one saw her. Reflecting on the past, she felt a pang of shyness. She thought of Ping'er, who was of the same status as her, yet
so different. Master Lian was like this… and what about hers? Overwhelmed with sadness, she couldn't help but shed tears.
Baochai returned and saw her slightly red eyes, inwardly blaming her good-for-nothing brother, unaware
of this incident.
Jia Lian, who had been running like a woman all the way, returned dejectedly. Seeing Laiwang gossiping with a maid, he kicked
him, scaring the maid and servant far away. Ever since You Erjie died, this master
hadn't been in a good mood; even the Second Mistress was somewhat afraid of him, let alone those around him. Jia Lian was happy to have some peace and quiet, not
calling out to anyone, sitting alone on the kang (heated brick bed) in a daze.
"Second Master, when did you return?" Ping'er entered and saw Jia Lian in a daze. She asked as she opened
the cabinet to take something out of the way. "Why bother looking for someone intimate? You always have to take things behind their back." Jia Lian saw Ping'er with her back turned, standing on tiptoe
to reach for the things, revealing her exquisite waist and full hips, and he immediately became interested.
"What are you saying, Second Master? Tell that person. The eldest mistress of the East Mansion wants the shoe pattern from last time. She's waiting for
it."
"What nonsense is this? Let me see."
"Women's things, Second Master doesn't need to see them." Saying this, he couldn't refuse and handed it over. Jia Lian took the item and casually tossed it onto
the kang (heated brick bed). He grabbed Ping'er's hand, pulled her into his arms, and began to knead her breasts. "My dear, it
's been so long since I've seen you. I've been missing you terribly," he said, lifting her skirt
and pulling down her belt to reveal her pink and tender body. He pulled out his penis, ready to ravage her. Ping'er pretended to struggle,
but also glanced at him seductively, enjoying the moment of tenderness. "Doing this in broad daylight, aren't you afraid..."
she said, panting heavily, her lips parting slightly, her cherry lips uttering soft moans.
The kang was instantly covered in a spring-like scene. When the storm subsided, Ping'er blushed, her large, watery eyes widening as she complained, "It's one thing if Second Master is incompetent
, but doing this now, what if he finds out later?"
Jia Lian said angrily, "You wait, I'll get my hands on her someday."
"No, it's me being nosy again. She's still Grandma, and what am I?" Saying this, she pulled up her trousers, carefully
straightened her skirt, touched up her rouge in front of the mirror, and before leaving, tapped
the forehead of the satisfied man with her slender middle finger. "You, you're only good at being tough on me, aren't you?" Jia Lian picked up the snuff on the table,
took a deep drag, sneezed, and watched the woman walk away, venting his anger with an indescribable satisfaction. He wouldn't
dare say he was perfect; although his wife and concubine were formidable, Feng Jie's beauty and Ping'er's charm were
unmatched in the mansion, especially Ping'er's truly fair and delicate skin, which even
the palace women he saw when he went to the palace to pay his respects to the Empress couldn't compare to. However, who told me I was so lucky? I'll just have to put in the effort and pity that little wench for Xue the idiot
.
Ping'er, carrying the shoe pattern, hurried away with her head down. Turning the moon gate, she bumped into someone's arms—it was
Baoyu. At this moment, Ping'er had just experienced childbirth, her beauty as delicate as a lotus flower glistening with dew. Baoyu, startled, looked up and
noticed that Ping'er was different from usual; her skin appeared even more delicate and fair, with a rosy glow. He couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
How had he never noticed before? Ping'er had a rosy-pink oval face, with arched
eyebrows of just the right length and density, beneath which were a pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes. Below her slightly upturned nose was a small
, cherry-like mouth with red lips and white teeth. A beauty mark adorned her right cheek, making her resemble a fairy maiden from his dreams.
Startled, he hurriedly asked, "Where are you going, Sister Ping? Did you hurt yourself?" Ping'er, always
aware of his infatuation with girls, smiled and said, "Second Master, please go in quickly. The Old Madam has been calling you for ages
. I'm going to the First Mistress's place in the East Mansion. Second Mistress is waiting. I was in such a hurry, I hope I didn't hurt you." Baoyu
waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, Sister, go quickly, don't keep Sister Feng waiting." He then slipped away to let Ping'er go first.
Ping'er had been walking too fast and hadn't even noticed she'd lost her handkerchief. It took Baoyu a while to come to his senses. He thought to himself, "
What a neat and orderly person! Only someone like that could be found by Sister Feng's side." It was a pity, though. Disappointed, he picked
up the handkerchief. It was embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks emerging from the water, clearly a personal item. He wanted to call her back, but she was already far away.
It wasn't convenient to ask someone to return it, so he simply put it away. The handkerchief was still damp and stained with some dirt, but it couldn't hide the woman's fragrance
emanating from it. Even Baoyu, a man of experience, felt a surge of shame and his face flushed red. (
Continued in Chapter Two: Xiangling is drugged
and raped, Baoyu is possessed by lust.) Xiangling lived quite comfortably in the garden. Away from Xue Pan's rudeness, and free from Jin Gui's harshness and Aunt Xue
's control, her girlish nature blossomed. She spent her days reciting poetry, painting, playing in the water, and picking lotus flowers, thoroughly enjoying herself. One day,
as she was contemplating the white clouds, a little maid came and called to her, "Second Mistress wants you to come over?" Xiangling
asked curiously, "Why does your Second Mistress want me to come over?" The little maid said, "She wants you to go quickly, you'll find out when you get there,"
and then ran off. Xiangling thought for a moment; it must be something her mistress wanted to tell her. So,
not daring to delay, she ran off. Upon arriving at the courtyard, she saw only Laiwang and an unfamiliar servant waiting there. Laiwang
often accompanied Wang Xifeng on errands, and Xiangling, unfamiliar with the rules of the household, asked, "Brother, is Second Mistress here?"
The servants replied with smiles, "She's in the back wing, waiting to leave. Please go in quickly." Without giving it much thought, Xiangling
headed straight for the back wing of the three-story courtyard. The servants quickly closed the door after she went in. Laiwang shouted to another
servant, "Hurry up, go to the gate and keep watch. Run when the mistress comes in! It doesn't matter if she doesn't recognize you, but if you're late,
you'll be in big trouble. This is what's going to happen to you right now!"
Xiangling entered the room and smelled a wonderful fragrance that was refreshing and invigorating. Seeing that there was no one in the main hall, she didn't dare to speak loudly and
called out softly, "Second Mistress, I'm here." The curtain in the bedroom was lifted, and Jia Lian came out. Jia Lian gestured with his
lips, and Xiangling understood. She quickly went in, but the bed was empty. Just as she was wondering, Jia Lian leaned close to her. "Second
Mistress has gone on a long trip and won't be back for two days. I'm the one who came to find you." Xiangling darted forward, and Jia Lian caught her but missed
. When he looked at her, her face, which had been flushed from running, was now even redder with embarrassment and anger.
"What's wrong, Second Master? Our Master treats you like a brother. I'm from his household,
and even if I weren't, you wouldn't be able to have my way with me. First, I'm not from your household; I'm just a relative staying here.
Second, I'm just a maid in this household. If you want to take me in, you
'll have to ask the Old Madam and Madam first." Jia Lian chuckled. "I didn't realize Xue Pan's room was full of talkative people. Auntie over there will suffer less with you.
That's right, it's easier to handle because you're not from our family. Look," he said, taking out a book and a pawnbroking document
. It turned out that Jia Lian had gone to great lengths to persuade Xue Pan, explaining all the dangers of his household and even buying
two beautiful maids in exchange. Xue Pan actually agreed to pawn Xiangling to Jia Lian. Xiangling, upon reading the book, felt
a sudden surge of panic. She herself had been sold to Xue Pan by a kidnapper. Although she was still young and
hadn't lost her virginity before being sold to Xue Pan, the memory of the kidnapper's drunken groping and molestation of her as a child was unbearable
.
Even though the Xue family was wealthy and powerful, Xue Pan treated her like a plaything, never taking her seriously. This Jia Lian must
have no good intentions either. A surge of hatred welled up within her, and she felt a surge of rage, wanting to kill herself, but her body was limp and powerless.
"My darling, today you have no choice but to obey. This Tibetan incense from the Western Regions is not easily given away
!" Looking at Xiangling again, she saw that she had been intoxicated by the incense, her face flushed and lovely, like a
drunken begonia, becoming more and more beautiful with each glance. Jia Lian's lust burned like fire; he kissed her first, without Xiangling's knowledge. She
gently removed her trousers, revealing her snow-white lower body. Jia Lian swiftly climbed on top of her, quickly spreading her legs and inserting his penis
into her vagina, thrusting wildly. He boasted, "Shame on me, I've finally achieved this!" Xiangling was so weak she couldn't move.
In her hazy, dreamlike state, though she had some awareness, she mistook it for doing things with Xue Pan at home, completely unaware of the
truth, letting him lewdly and wildly ravage her for a while. In the throes of passion, Xiangling even moaned softly in her drunken dream. Jia Lian, overjoyed,
held her tightly, crying out, "My darling, I'm dying!" and ejaculated profusely. Having finished, Xiangling remained unconscious.
Jia Lian placed one hand on Xiangling's body, his head nestled against her. Looking closely at the woman's face now, it appeared even more
rosy and delicate, especially the red mole between her eyebrows, crystal clear, vividly bright, and utterly alluring. Jia...
Jia Lian inwardly exclaimed, "What a beauty!" The woman possessed a unique charm during their lovemaking, unlike any other.
His efforts over the past few days had not been in vain. His interest was piqued, and he reached out to grasp the woman's embroidered feet, carefully examining her snow-white toes. Her
ankles were rounded, her soles slender and beautiful, her arches upturned, the skin along the edges of her feet pink and delicate, her toes like
jade scallions, her toenails like pieces of mica. Jia Lian praised her aloud, "Such beauty! The ordinary beauties of brothels can't compare
. The young ladies and
maids of the Jia family are all Manchus; where would you find such exquisite bound feet? Although Duo-guniang was known for her flirtatious and promiscuous nature, and her feet were also small, compared to this woman, they were worlds apart." Jia Lian
couldn't resist kissing and sucking them for quite a while. The incense given by the Tibetan lama was indeed potent. Even
Emperor Yongzheng had used it for his purposes. Jia Lian quickly regained his virility, deftly taking the woman's snow-white thighs and
resuming their lovemaking. Back and forth, they made love, the woman's body soft as cotton, her breath
coming in short, intermittent sounds with Jia Lian's thrusts. To Jia Lian, it was like heavenly music, a moment of blissful ecstasy. Leaving
aside Jia Lian's boundless lust, Bao Yu received Ping'er's handkerchief and carefully placed it under his pillow. However, Xi Ren
saw it while tidying the bed, and was both angry and anxious. She confronted Bao Yu, who stammered for a long time without giving a clear answer
. Xi Ren, in a huff, ignored Bao Yu, and Bao Yu, feeling bored himself, put the handkerchief away and went to the garden alone to clear his head. The
Grand View Garden, built against the mountain, was originally a corner of the Western Hills. Its hasty construction meant that many natural landscapes were beyond
the imagination of even its builders. Feeling depressed, Baoyu walked slowly, unknowingly losing his way. Suddenly, a stone cave appeared before him
. Entering it, he saw lush trees and dazzling flowers, a clear stream winding its way from the depths of the vegetation to
the crevices of the rocks. A few steps further, towards the north, the landscape became flat and wide, with soaring pavilions on both sides, carved beams and embroidered railings, all hidden among the trees
. Looking down, he saw a clear stream cascading like snow, stone steps piercing the clouds, white stone railings embracing the pond, and three stone bridges with animal-faced
spouts. Above the bridges was a pavilion, below which lay a deep pool, its water a deep blue. Several water lilies were in full bloom. Baoyu, a lover of flowers
, sat on a stone bench in the pavilion, gazing at the lotus blossoms in a daze. Unexpectedly, the lotus, being an anomaly, was born from the yin
and yang energies contained within the deep pool, thus acquiring spiritual energy. Baoyu, restless and agitated, was suddenly overcome by inner demons. Looking again, he saw two tiny
, naked figures, each about three inches tall, dancing within the flower's heart. These figures, one male and one female, had colorful butterfly wings on their backs, delicate limbs, and
beautiful features, their movements captivating. In an instant, the colorful wings detached and floated within the flower's heart. The two figures used the
wings as a colorful bed, engaging in acts of lust and delusion—a scene of unspeakable passion. Baoyu,
drawn by the evil energy and possessed by a dark demon, was unable to extricate himself. He left the stone cave in a daze, not knowing where he was going. Just then, Baochai came looking for Xiangling.
Although Baoyu's heart was set on Daiyu, he was bound to Baochai by a thousand-year-old destiny. Every time he saw Baochai, he would fall into
a daze, further aroused by the allure of their union, which stirred his demonic heart. To him, Baochai's cool fragrance
was undoubtedly a heavenly scent. At this moment, staring blankly at Baochai's beautiful face, he couldn't control himself. He stepped forward and grabbed Baochai's
sleeve, pleading, "Good sister, please let me smell your fragrance this time." Baochai knew he had fallen into
a daze again, but this time was different from before. Seeing Baoyu's red eyes and the strange light shining in them, she was terrified.
She turned to leave, but Baoyu tightly grabbed her sleeve. In the struggle, the sleeve of her clothes tore off, revealing her round
and smooth shoulders. Baochai was ashamed and embarrassed, and left in tears, leaving Baoyu staring blankly at the half-sleeve in his hand, torn between his
inner turmoil and his own chaotic thoughts.
In the third chapter, Jia Zhen receives a rare treasure and the two beauties are resurrected, displaying divine powers.
Meanwhile, the Ningguo Mansion is bustling with activity. Wang Xifeng's ramblings have the old lady thoroughly entertained, prompting
her to have her mouth pinched. Her wives, Lady Xing and Lady Wang, are also laughing and joking. Lady You and Jia Rong's newlywed wife
, Lady Hu, are attending to her. The women of the household are enjoying themselves immensely. Jia Zhen and his entourage, hearing that they don't need to wait, are eager
to leave. Seeing Jia Zhen come out, a servant brought over his horse. Jia Zhen mounted without saying a word and rode along the main street for four or five
miles before turning into a small alley. After several more turns, he stopped in front of a three-courtyard house. Hearing the commotion,
an old servant came out and took the reins. As Jia Zhen rode, he asked, "What are the ladies doing?" The servant replied
cautiously, "The two ladies were out in the sun for a while, and now they've gone into the inner courtyard." "Oh," Jia Zhen said without stopping
. He entered through the second gate, where young maids were already attending to him. Some took his long gown, some held up the curtain in front of him, and some
hurried inside to deliver a message. Seeing Jia Zhen enter, the two women who had been playing chess quickly stood up, graceful and elegant. One was
exceptionally fair-skinned, with delicate features, bright eyes and clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, her hair styled in a dark bun, her fingers like carved jade, possessing a
face as beautiful as a flower and as lovely as the moon, a beauty that could topple kingdoms. The other was tall and slender, with an oval face, and beneath her delicate, arched eyebrows were a pair of watery eyes
, exuding an indescribable charm. Who are they? They were actually two seemingly dead people, the first being Jia Zhen
's daughter-in-law, Qin Shi, and the second being You Erjie, the woman Jia Lian couldn't stop thinking about. The two beauties helped Jia Zhen sit on
the kang (heated brick bed), looking at his smiling face. Qin Shi shook Jia Zhen's arm, displaying a thousand kinds of charm, and said in a sweet, melodious voice:
"Father hasn't come over these past two days, and we've been so bored. Second Aunt's magic is at a crucial point, and she's waiting
for Father to come and protect her." Jia Zhen pinched Qin Shi's delicate face. "You little smooth talker, you're so
good at talking! You just miss your father's precious treasure, don't you!" Qin Shi blushed and said softly, "It's all because of the demonic seed Father planted.
Qing'er isn't as powerful as Second Aunt. If Father hadn't come, Qing'er would have been defiled by it and had to fake her death again.
Wouldn't Father have wasted ten more years of his cultivation?" Jia Zhen pulled her into his arms and chuckled, "Qing'er..." "You're overthinking it. Last time, your father
used his supreme technique, and you are already immortal. Saving you from this world did indeed waste ten years of my cultivation, but
look at your dantian now, it's different from before. Your inner furnace is far superior to Second Sister's. You little thing, you're still not
satisfied." Qin Shi knew that after she held her breath and pretended to be dead, she had received ten years of cultivation from Jia Zhen and was no longer the same. But today, hearing
Jia Zhen's words, her heart blossomed, and she became even more charming and alluring. Unconsciously, her charm had increased by one level, reaching
the realm of "peerless beauty." Every frown and smile revealed a thousand charms. Jia Zhen saw this and was delighted. He thought that since Qin
Shi married into the Jia family, she had been full of charm and peerless beauty, truly the best choice for his cultivation method. That's why he
defied the world and allowed the father-in-law to have an affair with his daughter-in-law, leading to rumors of incest throughout the Jia family. It was truly Jia Rong who was so...
He was capable of achieving great things, yet he couldn't fathom the depths of his own cultivation method. He had just reached the pinnacle of his power, and without a superior
cauldron, he risked going mad. That's why he took the risk. Unexpectedly, Qing'er was indeed a match made in heaven. Not only did she possess a pure Yin
body, but she was also pregnant with an ancient artifact. Upon testing her, not only did he achieve mastery of his divine skill, but Qing'er also gained five-tenths of its power—
a seductive power beyond what ordinary people could withstand. Furthermore, because she had only recently lost her virginity to Jia Rong, it could still be repaired. Amidst countless dangers, he used
the ancient divine weapon, the Qiankun Shift, to create this supreme Xuanbi seductive body. At this moment, the second sister, watching Ke Qing's captivating charm,
sighed in admiration. Unfortunately, she had been defiled by her brother-in-law at a young age, and although she later received Jia Lian's boundless affection, after experiencing Jia Zhen's
passionate advances, she could no longer appreciate Jia Lian's flattery. Although nominally she belonged to Jia Lian,
she inevitably caused scandals in private. Moreover, Wang Xifeng was such a character, willingly swallowing her own desires. Fortunately, Jia Zhen had initially
planted a demonic seed within her, preserving a sliver of her stubborn spirit, which allowed Jia Zhen to rescue her. Now, she lamented that she was hidden away
in a golden house, never to see the light of day again. While the second sister was lost in thought, on the couch, Jia Zhen had already removed his clothes,
sat cross-legged, and began to practice his magic. In an instant, his manhood swelled several times its original size, veins bulging, and a faint blue dragon seemed to coil amidst the rising
steam. As his breath flowed, Jia Zhen was no longer the timid middle-aged man he once was. It was as if a wisp of spiritual energy from heaven and earth
was gathering in his meridians, his skin became smooth and radiant, his muscles bulged, and his face regained the handsome features of his youth.
A strange light shone in his clear eyes, and rising steam seeped from his pores, making him appear as
majestic as a god descending to earth. Ke Qing, overwhelmed by the heat emanating from his body, felt as if her bones had been removed, and collapsed into his arms,
her beautiful eyes filled with desire, gazing at him helplessly. Her slender hands grasped his large manhood, rubbing it back and forth on her jade-like cheeks
, and then licking it with her delicate tongue. Jia Zhen's hands caressed the woman's beautiful buttocks, his palms emitting a red light that passed through her body.
The woman seemed like a dazzling pearl, her entire body glowing. The exquisite beauty beneath her silk skirt was clearly visible, her tender pink vulva glistening with
moisture. Jia Zhen exclaimed with delight, "Qing'er's progress in skill has exceeded my expectations. In a few more months, her seductive arts
will be nearing completion." Driven by Jia Zhen's inner energy, the demonic seed within the woman transformed into a small snake, roaming through her internal organs before
coiling above her dantian and in her sacral region, breathing out a bright red flame. Instantly, the woman's jade-
like skin glowed crimson, her eyes filled with seductive allure. She cried out softly, "Dear Father, Qing'er can't take it anymore, take Qing'er!"
Without fully removing her silk skirt, she trembled as she pulled down her underpants, grasped Jia Zhen's penis,
and slowly sat down on his vulva… As her body shifted, the slippery honey-like fluid had already soaked Jia Zhen's
leg.
The workings of Yin and Yang in this world are truly wondrous; the woman's narrow, sweet passage actually accommodated the enormous member. The woman stretched out her two
white, lotus-root-like legs and wrapped them around the man's waist, hooking them with her two delicate, jade-like feet. She subtly raised her hips, repeatedly offering them to her flower core,
letting the giant tortoise rub and rub against her. Honeyed juices gushed forth, and the two strange objects shone brightly, illuminating the two of them— a beautiful,
erotic scene in a small room. Then, Jia Zhen let out a low growl, and his penis underwent a thousand transformations, sprouting countless worm-
like protrusions that clung to the woman's beautiful orifice, writhing wantonly. The woman felt a tingling sensation, as if ten thousand ants were biting her, an
unparalleled pleasure. Her hips and waist twisted wildly, like a butterfly dancing, her mouth uttering incoherent cries. Seeing such
erotic beauty, the second sister was overcome with passion, her lower body already overflowing with desire. As Jia Zhen continued his advances, Qin Shi, unable to withstand the onslaught
, fainted, her tongue turning icy cold. She hurriedly and shyly removed her clothes, revealing
her snow-white body, and nestled against him. Jia Zhen, however, did not act rashly, but instead fondled and played with the second sister's feet. On her feet
were exquisite green silk embroidered slippers, small and delicate, perfectly proportioned. Her instep was as white and smooth as snow, with
faint blue veins visible beneath her skin. He took one and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply the delicate fragrance that filled his lungs.
He was instantly captivated and couldn't resist removing the slipper. In his palm lay a pair of delicate, jade-like pink feet
. The five toes, like spring onions, were neat and slender, their beauty indescribable. Most wonderfully, there was a plump,
tender flesh at the base of her feet. Just holding it in his hand made a man's bones melt. Jia Zhen took his second sister's 　　jade-like nipple
and rubbed it against his cheek, feeling its softness and smoothness. He then brought it to his lips and licked it, inhaling its exotic fragrance. He was so captivated that he didn't know what to do. He casually placed his second sister's jade-like nipple under her belly, and with one hand 　　, he grasped his own rock-hard jade stem, pressing the glans against the soft, plump center of the nipple and began to rub it. He felt that everything he touched was smooth, plump, and soft like fat, and he was instantly overwhelmed with pleasure. After thrusting 　　dozens of times, he saw the five crystal-clear jade toes at the tip of the nipple trembling delicately with his thrusts. On a whim, he inserted the glans 　　between the spring-like jade toes and played with them. Watching his second sister's white jade toes entwined with his bright red jade 　　stem, he felt even more delighted. Second Sister was brought by Old Lady You after her remarriage. She and Lady You were not from the same father. From a young age, 　　she had bound feet, which Jia Lian had a particular fondness for and insisted on having. Jia Zhen was reluctant to part with her, only taking advantage of 　　her when convenient. Second Sister knew men's desires and allowed Jia Zhen to play with her as he pleased. Unable to bear the 　　tingling and itching in her feet, she cried out incessantly. This aroused Jia Zhen, who turned the woman over, 　　supported her bound feet, and engaged in a passionate lovemaking session. It was a scene of intense passion: "How many orioles shuttle swiftly on the crabapple branches, how many swallows 　　chatter frequently on the jade beams. Unconsciously, a spark of understanding ignited, and love reached its peak, the fragrance of musk and orchids half-bloomed, the scent of perfume filling their lips." It turned out that 　　shortly after Jia Zhen and Lady You's marriage, they had obtained an ancient secret technique of dual cultivation from a wandering Taoist priest, called the " 　　Great Method of Yin and Yang Without Movement," but despite their arduous practice, they had not yet achieved any significant progress. He inadvertently discovered that cultivation required the company of exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous women 　　to progress. Although Lady You was also beautiful and gentle, she wasn't a suitable vessel for his cultivation. Lady You and 　　Lady Qin, Jia Rong's wife, were both naturally alluring, making them excellent candidates for practice. Thus, disregarding morality, he stole their bodies. 　　Afterwards, unable to fully satisfy himself due to the presence of others, he devised a clever scheme to fake their deaths, allowing 　　him to indulge in unrestrained pleasure with them. Afterwards, Jia Zhen looked at the two beautiful women reclining on the couch, 　　their bodies exuding an indescribable allure. His penis, having absorbed their yin essence, grew even larger. He secretly circulated his dantian 　　energy, and a dragon-shaped mark appeared on his chest. As his energy flowed, his penis gradually shrank, and Jia Zhen regained 　　his original appearance, but his cultivation had improved even further. He walked to the wall beside the bed, pressed the mechanism, and a red ebony 　　box popped out. He took out a small booklet with yellowed pages. On the cover was a line of seal script characters: "The Great Law of Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, Without Movement".

Turning to the last chapter, "Canxiang," I found only a few large characters in vermilion ink: "Between heaven and earth, all
things exist in myriad forms. In the interaction of Yin and Yang, Yang is transformed by Yin, and all things in heaven and earth flourish. Yin is slowed by Yang, and change never ceases . Yin and
Yang counteract each other, and divine skill is achieved.
The secret art is divided into male and female sections, which do not interfere with each other. The male section emphasizes advancement, while the female section emphasizes defense. Jia Zhen has reached the state of unity between advancement and defense
, able to maintain his virginity. His skill has improved due to this, yet he still doesn't understand this section and cannot break through it
. Therefore, he repeatedly examines these well-known words, hoping to gain some insight. But each time he reads them, he
can no longer understand. (
Continued in Chapter Four: Fengjie is humiliated and loses her undergarment; Jia Lian plots to steal the treasure mirror.)
Now, Jia Lian, behind Wang Xifeng's back, has obtained the lovely Xiangling. His lust has subsided, but he realizes he cannot give Xiangling a proper status
, and how to deal with her is not easy." After much deliberation, she was at a loss for what to do. Moving out to live separately, especially with You Erjie involved, was
unacceptable. Thinking it over and over, she suddenly remembered a good solution, and her worried expression vanished. Meanwhile, Feng Jie was in high spirits and
drank quite a bit with everyone. However, she had something on her mind. She was worried about Jia Lian and feared he might sneak a bite
. So, she didn't let anyone keep her company and took a shortcut back from the garden. Unexpectedly, Jia Rui had already followed her. He secretly watched Feng Jie from afar.
She was dressed in her usual autumn-style sable fur coat, with a beaded headband, a peach-red floral jacket
, a dark blue embroidered gray squirrel fur cloak, and a bright red crepe skirt with silver squirrel fur.
She was radiant and beautiful, a truly lovely woman. He couldn't help but be captivated, wishing he could immediately consummate the relationship. Feng Jie, being a drinker,
felt dizzy and unsteady in the cool breeze of the garden. She stumbled and stopped frequently, clearly having drunk too much. Suddenly needing to urinate, in her haste,
she found a secluded spot, unfastened her red silk trousers, and exposed her plump, white buttocks to relieve herself. Little did she know that Jia Rui had followed behind,
hiding behind a tree and watching everything clearly. This scoundrel had long harbored ill intentions. Now, seeing Feng Jie's two jade-like buttocks, round and
full, with skin as white as powdered snow, and hearing the clear sounds, he knew that her juices
were flowing from her private parts. His lust burned like fire, and he could not restrain himself. He sprang out from behind the tree, grabbed Feng Jie, and began to tear at her. Feng Jie
was startled and struggled desperately, but she was drunk, and a woman was ultimately weaker. Before long, he pinned her
down on the bluestone slab, tore off her undergarments, and she was at his mercy. One disregarded social norms and social status, the other disregarded
hierarchy and rank, one was lustful and perverse, caring nothing for the interests of the imperial family; the other was drunk and confused, breaking the law. One,
breathless and glaring, sounded like a bull bellowing in the shadows of a willow; the other, speaking with haughty arrogance, sang like a nightingale among flowers. One whispered sweet nothings in her ear,
the other moaned softly in her mouth. The garden of a hundred flowers transformed into a scene of merriment; the bluestone slabs became a world of amusement.
In an instant, a drop of donkey semen was poured into Sister Feng's jade body. Having succeeded, the scoundrel lost his usual servile demeanor,
reaching out to knead Sister Feng's white, fragrant breasts, then tearing off her bright red undergarment. Sister Feng timidly asked
, "What are you doing with my undergarment?" The scoundrel didn't answer, wiping himself with the undergarment, then casually tucked it into his robes.
Looking at Sister Feng's timid expression, he was smugly pleased, "Sister-in-law, you left me this as a keepsake. If you don't tell, Second Brother Lian
probably won't know." Fengjie tried to snatch it away, but the man's
actions caused her lower body to swell and ache, leaving her powerless. She had no choice but to let him have his way. Not satisfied, the man then wantonly groped her again before leaving, leaving Fengjie,
her body weak and aching, to slowly crawl back. Ping'er, who had been searching for Fengjie, had already returned. Seeing Fengjie's disheveled clothes and
disheveled hair, she was startled and hurriedly asked what was wrong. Fengjie waved her hand weakly and said, "Prepare water for me,
I want to wash." Ping'er, being very obedient, quickly went out, still feeling panicked. A moment later, she returned and said, "Madam,
the water is ready. Let me help you wash." "No need," Fengjie said no more. She went to her room, gently undressed,
and saw the numerous blue marks on her snow-white skin, the swelling between her legs, the swollen area, the grime and stains. Two lines of clear tears welled up in her eyes
, instantly dispelling her competitive spirit. She simply took the water to wash, hoping to cleanse the filth in her heart.
After succeeding, the man was overjoyed and excitedly left the mansion, heading straight for the brothel on the east side of the city. The doorman
, familiar with everyone in the Jia household, greeted him with a loud "Master Rui, please come in
!" Hearing this, the pimp hurried out and led him to a room upstairs, where a richly dressed
young man sat alone, sipping fragrant tea. Seeing Jia Rui enter, the young man wore a mysterious expression and asked, "Did you succeed?" Jia
Rui didn't dare sit down, but stood and replied, pulling out a red object from his person—it was the
undergarment he had previously obtained from Sister Feng. The man unfolded it and saw two mandarin ducks embroidered on it, the stitches meticulous;
it was clearly not from an ordinary family. The man nodded and said, "You're quite pleased with yourself, daring to mess with my person."
This man was none other than Jia Lian. Jia Lian knew that Jia Rui possessed a treasure called the "Mirror of Love and Lust," said to
contain a great secret. He coveted it and set up a gambling den. Unaware of this, Jia Rui lost over
three thousand taels of silver in just a few months. Jia Dairu's family was already poor, and this grandson was unruly and strictly disciplined. Jia
Rui had nowhere to get money and feared his grandfather's discovery. In desperation, he begged Jia Lian for a few more days. Jia Lian, now turning hostile
, said he would grant the extension, but only if Jia Rui gave him the "Mirror of Love and Lust." Jia Rui reluctantly gave it to him, but Jia Lian refused
to give him an IOU. Because of Xiangling, Jia Lian was determined to get rid of Fengjie. However, Fengjie was upright and
knew that Jia Rui coveted her beauty. Therefore, he let Jia Rui have his way, so he could get what he wanted without
making a fuss. Although he suffered a slight loss, he could still fulfill Xiangling's wish, which was a win-win situation.
Jia Rui was terrified and his face turned pale. He knelt down on the table and begged, "Second Master Lian, good
Second Master, you told me to do this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't dare to do it even if you beat me to
death. If you deny it now, it will kill me. Please don't tell my grandfather. He can break my legs." Jia Lian smiled, "You've
at least played the hero for once. Even if I can spare you, that shrew won't let you off the hook." Jia Rui was already blinded
and had no time to think about Fengjie's methods. He only cared about begging Jia Lian, calling him "Grandpa" dozens of times. Jia Lian, having had his fill
of toying with her, finally tore up the IOU, pocketed his belongings, and went home. Upon arriving home and entering the side room, he found Xiangling still unconscious. Jia
Lian sat beside the beautiful woman, took out the "Mirror of Love and Lust," and examined it closely. It was merely an exquisitely crafted
Western mirror, strangely neither copper nor silver, but crystal clear and bright, reflecting images from both sides. The handle was engraved with %26
Quot; Fengyue Baojian% 26 Quot; Four characters. Jia Lian examined it for a long time. Although the reflection of the human figure was surprisingly
clear, there was nothing else remarkable about it. He couldn't figure it out, so he had to put it aside. Looking at the lovely woman again, her eyebrows were arched, and
her eyes were bright and beautiful, sparkling and charming. Because of the deep fragrance, her spring eyes were filled with infinite desire. Her pink and
delicate nose was slightly sweaty, and her red cherry lips were bright and luscious. Her pearly teeth gently bit her lips, and her small hands, like jade bamboo shoots, gently
stroked her disheveled black hair, adding to her lewd charm. Her long, white neck, like snow, had an indescribable allure
. Her shoulders were like those of a knife, her breasts were full and firm, her waist was slender and moving, and her body was long and beautiful. Her red bodice could not cover
her breasts, which were as delicate as mutton fat. Her silk trousers were half-pulled down, and her private parts, which had been celibate for a long time, had just been touched by men. Her pink flower buds were dewy and ready to drip.
Jia Lian extended his middle finger and poked it into
the woman's stamen, moving it in and out, feeling its soft, smooth texture—a truly pleasurable sensation. On a whim, he grabbed a mirror to observe his movements, but his finger was too short to reach
the woman's core. Seeing that the mirror handle was more than twice as long, he casually inserted it into her clitoris. Unexpectedly, Jia Lian inadvertently touched a crucial point; the mirror suddenly emitted a dazzling, strange
light, emitting layers of white smoke. The handle grew several times larger, spinning like a wheel inside the woman's body. The woman
convulsed violently as if possessed, and a gush of nectar spurted out, splashing Jia Lian's face and body in the process.
From within the smoke, a small, blonde figure emerged, gradually growing larger with the wind, soon becoming a large-breasted,
curvaceous Western beauty. Even the well-traveled Jia Lian was stunned by this extraordinary sight. The beautiful woman possessed
a pair of wings as thin as silkworms growing from her shoulders, fluttering slightly as if about to take flight. She was almost entirely naked, with only a
sliver of white gauze covering her waist, revealing her snow-white skin and golden fur, making her exceptionally alluring and captivating. Before Jia Lian could think,
the woman placed a hand on her chest, gracefully bowed, and said in a melodious voice, "Greetings, Eighteenth Master.
I am Maria, the Enchanter of Love and Lust. Congratulations, Master, on breaking the seal. I will be at your command at any time." Seeing Jia Lian's
surprised expression, the woman explained that the "Mirror of Love and Lust" was originally a magical
artifact used by the Western Hell Demon Saint Louis Fa in his youth. It was through its supreme power that Louis Fa slept with countless women, absorbing their essence, which allowed him to transform into a six-winged
fallen angel, a demon saint possessing power second only to Hades in Hell. Later, Louis the Great, yearning for the Greek goddess Helen,
repeatedly defied the law and ventured to the mortal realm, instigating the Aegean Wars. He was severely wounded by Zeus, the king of the gods, and this object was accidentally lost in a temple
, becoming a supreme magical artifact for Western demon cultivators. Among its contents are sacred demonic arts and wondrous arts of love and lust, capable of seizing the power of creation from heaven and earth
, turning the rotten into the miraculous. Those who break the seal can quickly cultivate into two-winged fallen angels. Upon hearing this, Jia Lian
was secretly delighted. His lifelong desire was to experience all the beauties of the world, but unfortunately, he was always weak and relied on aphrodisiacs
and other such remedies to boost his strength. Knowing this was unsustainable, he pleaded, "Sister Maria, what wonderful method do you have?
Please teach me quickly!" Maria smiled charmingly, "Master, don't be impatient. Wait until midnight on the night of the full moon
, take out the magic mirror and look into the moonlight. I will then help you cultivate your divine arts. Master, you have just broken the seal, and your mental energy is already
greatly depleted. It is not advisable to recklessly use your divine sense. Rest for a while." With that, she flapped her wings, flew past Jia Lian, and extended
her slender hand to touch his eyes. Instantly, Jia Lian felt a headache and his vision became heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.
After a long while, Jia Lian awoke, calling out, "Xiangling, my little darling." He reached out and touched the bed 　　, but the beauty on it was gone.
Upon closer inspection, the brocade quilt was disheveled, stained with traces of vaginal fluid. A red handkerchief, left behind by the beauty, lay at the corner of the bed. He realized it wasn't a dream. The "Mirror of Love and Lust" he'd obtained from Jia Rui was also missing. Thinking of this, the magical object suddenly 　　flew from his chest, hovering before him. A woman's voice whispered, "I have merged with my master. He 　　cannot yet use even a fraction of my power, but I can protect him. No one with power surpassing that of the Demon Saint can harm him. 　　" Jia Lian snapped out of his daze, pinching his thigh. He clearly saw the object before him. It was all 　　real, not a dream, but the strangeness of it all was unbelievable. Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Ping'er 　　calling anxiously, "Grandma, Grandma, open the door quickly! Second Master, come and see!" Jia Lian was startled. The object trembled and 　　disappeared into his arms. Hearing Ping'er's unusual call, Jia Lian rushed out. In his haste, 　　he bumped into the doorframe, but felt no pain. The ebony doorframe cracked into several pieces, and he suddenly felt full of strength, 　　walking with a brisk pace. Before Jia Lian could think further, Ping'er came over with a worried expression, anxiously saying, "Second Master, Grandmother 　　went to bathe as soon as she got back, but she hasn't come out yet. She doesn't answer when I call her. Is she holding her breath?" Jia Lian asked 　　, "Who's serving her?" "Usually it's me. When I'm not home, Hongyu helps out, but today she doesn't need anyone. 　　That's strange." As Jia Lian asked, he lightly knocked on the door, and the latch inside snapped. Ping'er didn't have time to 　　think and hurried inside, only to see Feng Jie slumped in the bathtub, her beautiful face drooping, unconscious. Ping'er 　　cried out, "Grandma, Grandma!" Fengjie remained unconscious. Jia Lian rushed over, picked her up, and without even bothering 　　to put on her undergarments, wrapped her in his own long robe, placed her on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fengjie finally regained consciousness, her starry 　　eyes flashing with surprise. Seeing Jia Lian, she was overcome with emotion, her usual fierce demeanor vanishing, replaced by a soft, tearful 　　voice as she said, "My brother, I don't know what happened today, but you almost took my life. I am now completely disoriented and 　　don't know where I am." Jia Lian felt ashamed. Initially, it was for Xiangling's sake, but now, seeing Fengjie's girlish demeanor—so delicate and timid 　　, so charming and alluring—he regretted his earlier scheme. Since things had come to this, he could only feign indifference and pretend not to 　　know anything. He instructed the maids to take good care of her. 　　(Continued in Chapter 5) Meanwhile, Baoyu, his heart stirred by the beautiful woman, had achieved his goal through a mirror-like magic trick . 　　It is said that Baoyu's heart had been quite unsettled these past few days. Ever since meeting Ping'er, his heart felt like a broken 　　bottle of mixed emotions, an indescribable mix of feelings. Although Xiren had caused a scene for two days, it wasn't a big deal; he had always 　　brought women home from outside before. Some of these less clever ones, a careful apology and a gentle coaxing would be enough; this time it only took a little more 　　effort. But for this, she offended Baochai, which wasn't easy to deal with. 　　Although Baochai usually seemed mild-mannered, she was very kind to her, and now she had taken liberties with her—truly a sin. Even worse, Ping'er was no longer considered 　　a maid; it was only because the ladies were still around that she couldn't call her "aunt," and she shouldn't have been thinking that Lian Erge was so lucky while 　　she herself was unworthy of such treatment. Lost in these thoughts, she unknowingly arrived at Baochai's door. Entering, however…

Not going in wasn't an option either, as the people there had already informed Aunt Xue, who had sent someone out to check. She had no choice but to steel herself and come in to pay her respects.
Aunt Xue was deeply troubled by Xiangling's situation. That day, Xue Pan had come home drunk and acted mad, claiming he had sold Xiangling and
demanding she find her. He, however, seemed perfectly fine, only entangled with Jin Gui's second maid, truly beyond his mother's control. Seeing
Baoyu arrive brought a sliver of joy. She thought that although Baoyu was a bit foolish, he was still young; things would be better when he grew up
. Her son was useless, but thankfully Baochai was good, and Baoyu was at least presentable. The old lady of the Jia family had
vaguely mentioned this marriage several times, indicating her approval. If it came to fruition, she would have someone to rely on. Despite these thoughts, she
remained completely silent, observing coldly from the sidelines. Baoyu greeted his aunt and asked, "I heard the other day that my sister
wasn't feeling well, is she alright now?" His aunt smiled and said, "You're a thoughtful son, still thinking of your sister. She just caught
a slight chill, it's nothing serious. She's in the inner room, go and see her." Baoyu couldn't wait to go in, but as he approached the door,
remembering his previous abruptness, he felt a little uneasy. He lifted the curtain and entered. Baochai was doing needlework on the kang (
heated brick bed), her hair styled in a glossy black bun, wearing a honey-colored cotton jacket, a rose-purple two-tone gold and silver fur-lined vest, and a pale yellow silk cotton
skirt—all of them neither new nor old, lacking any sense of luxury. Baoyu mustered his courage and came forward to greet her, but Baochai acted as if nothing was wrong,
smiling and talking to him. That day, Baochai was so upset that she cried. But upon reflection, she realized that Baoyu wasn't a
dissolute person; he was just too self-absorbed and somewhat infatuated. Besides, her mother, grandmother, and maternal grandmother all had similar sentiments, and
she wanted him to relinquish his affections for his sisters. If she distanced herself from him because of this, he might go
astray. This time, seeing Baoyu come, she appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly she was overjoyed, her demeanor
becoming more lively. Baochai, a woman of exceptional beauty, was now experiencing a stirring of spring in her heart and wanted to win Baoyu's affections. Her every smile and
frown revealed a captivating charm. Baoyu, seeing that Baochai didn't blame him, was delighted. He saw that Baochai's face was like a lotus blossom
, her eyes like water apricots, her lips naturally red, and her eyebrows naturally dark, so beautiful and alluring. He was filled with affection and didn't know
what to do. He simply stared at Baochai, speechless. Baochai felt embarrassed by Ying'er's gaze,
her face flushed, and she lowered her head, unable to speak. It was Ying'er who noticed and, after a playful exchange, eased
the awkwardness. Seeing that Baochai was better, Baoyu felt embarrassed to stay any longer and hurriedly left. As he was leaving, Ying'er came out and
tied a sachet around his neck, saying nothing but smiling meaningfully, which made Baoyu's heart pound even harder. Meanwhile, Aunt Xue
, seeing the situation, went to discuss the marriage with Lady Wang. After
leaving Aunt Xue's place, Baoyu remembered that he wanted to return Ping'er's handkerchief quietly when no one was around. He figured Fengjie was probably
busy with household affairs, so he might as well go and return. However, Fengjie, since being harassed by Jia Rui, had been hiding
at home. Hearing that Baoyu was coming, she was happy and her spirits lifted. Having watched Baoyu grow up, she treated him as if he were still a child
, not even changing her clothes. Ping'er, however, couldn't leave and had to stay with him. Feng Jie wore a
purple brocade headband with gold trim, a thin, dark silk undergarment, a light green bodice underneath,
and dark silk underpants. Ping'er, on the other hand, wore her hair loosely tied up, a moon-white silk robe revealing a
small hibiscus-patterned bodice, and light crimson silk underpants. Both were dressed in their boudoir attire, exuding a captivating
allure. Bao Yu and Feng Jie were close relatives, like siblings in childhood. Even though they had gained some understanding of matters between men and women in recent years,
their intimacy remained unchanged. However, seeing Ping'er now evoked a different feeling. He felt a surge of heat and a nameless
lust. Although he was talking to Feng Jie, he couldn't help but glance at Ping'er, his heart filled with longing. He
found Ping'er's every move indescribably charming, her words and actions radiating gentleness. He wished he could immediately
take her hand and talk to her. Fengjie, being physically weak, soon fell asleep while talking. Baoyu called out "Sister" twice
, and seeing that she was fast asleep, he boldly stared at Ping'er and shamelessly asked, "Sister Ping'er, have you lost anything?" Ping'er
had lost her handkerchief in the chaos of the past and had been searching for it for several days. She was worried that someone else had picked it up. Seeing Baoyu ask, she remembered
their collision that day and pleaded, "I said I couldn't find it. It turns out that Second Master picked it up. Please give it back to me." Seeing
her joyful face, Baoyu's heart fluttered, and he said, "I can give it back to you, but how will you thank me?" Ping'er
always knew that Baoyu liked to joke around with the maids, so she didn't mind. She just pretended to be coquettish and said, "Second Master ..." "How stingy!
I don't care, I'll just ask Xiren for it." Since his encounter with Xiren, Baoyu no longer held the same
views towards women. Instead, he found young women like Ping'er gentle, charming, and captivating, far surpassing the allure of girls. This was also due to his long-held desires
, and he was now possessed by a demon, wanting to possess women, becoming increasingly frivolous. "If Xiren asks, how come my sister's things are with
me? I'll just say they were given to me by my sister, and then I won't have to return them." Ping'er noticed that Baoyu was somewhat different today
, but unaware of his demonic possession, she only thought that Baoyu was different from other young men. She still smiled sweetly and said,
"Second Master, if you want them, just tell our mistress, and I'll give you a whole box of new ones. This one is the one I used. Please
return it to me, Second Master!" Her charming and lovely expression made Baoyu fall in love with her, and he instantly gave her his heart. Baoyu
took out a silk handkerchief and held it in his hand. Its smooth texture felt like touching a woman's skin, speckled with moisture, which finally aroused his lust
. Ping'er, oblivious, happily came to take it, only to be embraced by Baoyu around the waist. Baoyu pressed himself against the woman's delicate
body, forcefully pinning her to his lap, and cupped her face, saying, "If you want to take it back, let me taste
your rouge first." The woman, unprepared for Baoyu's actions, was already being caressed and had half of her bright red lipstick nibbled off.
Having experienced such things, she felt a tingling, itchy sensation, listless and weak, her face flushed, and she
was suddenly aroused. Baoyu was a man of deep passion and desire; he loved every woman in the world.
The scene of the man and woman making love in the pool that day, though an illusion, was in fact the seed of lust within Baoyu's heart. This was innate talent, far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivation
, incomparable to anything achieved by human effort. Its demonic aura surpassed even the most potent incense. Ping'er, unaware of the power of this aura
, was enveloped in it for a long time. Unable to withstand Baoyu's advances any longer, she felt as if she were drunk, floating on air. Even the
slightest touch from Baoyu's finger brought her immense comfort, and she relished being held and allowed him to do as he pleased. Baoyu's eyes were bloodshot.
He haphazardly tore at the woman's undergarment, held it to his nose and mouth, and smelled a sweet, feminine fragrance, different from Xiren's. He
teased the woman with the handkerchief, "Is this your old one, sister, or is it from Lian Er Ge?" The woman, overwhelmed by his demonic aura...
Her body was limp as cotton, unable to speak. The pleasure was even greater than ordinary intercourse; she couldn't help but moan softly
, her lower body already soaked with her soft silk undergarments, the original light crimson color deepening. Baoyu held the woman,
not wanting anything real, only wanting to be close to her. His hands, as he caressed her, had already unconsciously absorbed her vital energy;
the seed of desire had taken hold, and in a flash, his mind was clear as usual. Seeing the woman overcome with passion,
writhing like a snake in his arms, her cherry-red lips parted, her clitoris half-open, he was startled and quickly placed her on the embroidered couch,
fleeing like a swift bird.
Since obtaining the magic mirror, Jia Lian felt increasingly stronger; the "Mirror of Love and Lust" was indeed remarkable. Within Jia Lian,
he could even feel the various pleasures surrounding the woman. Xiangling had inexplicably disappeared, and Xue Pan said she hadn't returned, which was quite unusual.
Having tasted Xiangling's charms, Jia Lian found himself unable to find another woman to his liking for the past two weeks, feeling utterly lost. Mid-
month arrived in the blink of an eye. Remembering the words of the beautiful woman in the mirror, Jia Lian dismissed all his servants early, waiting alone in his room for the moon to rise high in
the sky. It was early winter, and the moon, large as a wheel, seemed even brighter and more pleasant in the gentle breeze.
A brazier was lit in the room, its light reflecting on Jia Lian's handsome face. With a solemn expression, he lit
incense and summoned the precious mirror. Through the gauze window, a ray of silver light shone from the mirror, spinning rapidly, growing larger and larger until it reached the size of a washbasin, then suddenly
stopped, suspended in mid-air—a truly magical sight. A woman on the mirror waved her hand, and a curtain of silver light enveloped Jia Lian,
shrinking him to the size of a mosquito. He flew off the ground into the mirror, and a woman's voice whispered in his ear, "Master, do not be alarmed,
just follow me."
As if drunk, Jia Lian unknowingly found himself in a misty, boundless place. Countless images
flashed through his mind, only to vanish in an instant. Unable to contain himself, Jia Lian cried out, "Maria, where are you?"
A female voice answered from the vastness of the mist, "Master, I am right beside you. I am the embodiment of this celestial energy. Louis was once
the angel of light in the heavens, but due to his discord with the God-King, he locked all the celestial energy here, thus transforming himself from an immortal into a demon.
Although the celestial energy here has been absorbed by seventeen previous masters, it has been reborn, truly a miraculous treasure.
You only need to sleep here for forty-nine days to undergo a complete transformation, achieve minor mastery of divine arts, and gain
the ability to transform with two wings." As the voice faded, all fell silent again.
Jia Lian drifted off to sleep in this chaotic energy. Unbeknownst to him, a wisp of divine consciousness was awakened. He looked and saw Maria,
in the form of a winged fairy, guiding him to a magnificent golden palace. Maria's melodious
voice said, "Master, this is the Palace of Love and Lust. Your physical body is currently undergoing foundation building, and spiritual roots differ in their comprehension.
I have guided your spiritual root here. Within the palace, fantasy and reality coexist; what you gain is solely within your own heart. I will escort you inside." With that,
her wings fluttered slightly, and a ray of spiritual light shot from between her brows. The jade dragon-carved gate opened with a thud, and Jia Lian's clone, enveloped in mist
, slowly floated inside. In the center of the hall, a figure hovered high on a cross, his face expressionless,
surrounded by a holy light that flowed from him, a thousand times purer than the celestial aura outside. Bathed in this holy light, Jia Lian felt
every pore on his body open, his entire being exuding immense comfort. This sacred power slowly gathered deep within his heart,
eventually expanding and solidifying into a physical human form. Just as Jia Lian was pondering this, a
powerful force tore through the heavens and earth, shattering the incomparably holy palace into fragments. Black mist enveloped the surroundings, leaving only
a foot or so of space in front of Jia Lian. From within the black mist, demonic cries echoed, conjuring countless enormous hands that reached out to grab Jia Lian. Jia Lian forced himself to remain calm,
thinking that since Maria had dared to send him here alone, it couldn't be truly dangerous; it was merely a figment of his imagination. As he thought
this, a gentle breeze caressed his face, and a scenic garden appeared before him. Not far along,
a winding bamboo bridge suddenly appeared from the shade of willows, spanning the water to a three-room pavilion on the opposite bank. It seemed quite unique, so I went down the slope and onto
the bamboo bridge, walking straight to the pavilion. I looked up at the small plaque above, which read "Zui Bi Xuan" in regular script. After appreciating it for a moment
, I stepped into the pavilion. It was surrounded by water on three sides, and on the north side, there was a rockery made of jagged rocks, with hundreds
of bamboo stalks of varying heights planted around it, turning the gauze windows a deep green. Jia Lian felt as if his insides had been cleansed, and exclaimed, "What a wonderful place!"
He then saw a small table and bamboo couch inside the pavilion. On the table was a clay stove and tea set, and on the couch were bamboo pillows and soft felt rugs, all elegantly furnished.
A woman lay sprawled among them, her hair loose and flowing down to her thighs. She wore only a small bodice painted
with green water ripples and floating red hibiscus petals, revealing soft, supple black grass beneath. Her limbs were long and slender
. Upon closer inspection, he recognized her as none other than his beloved You Erjie, whom he had longed for home. Jia Lian, at this moment, had no time to discern right from wrong.
He cried out, "Erjie!" and rushed forward to embrace her, tears welling in his eyes. The two talked, each expressing their
longing for the other. Overwhelmed by passion, Jia Lian pulled over a summer pillow, making the woman lie supine beside it. He hoisted her small, bound feet
onto his shoulders, unfastened his blue silk trousers, and his manhood, eight inches long, stretched out between them, pressing against her clitoris. As they made love,
the woman's advances were more alluring than those of a prostitute, showering him with flattery. Her clitoris swayed gently, her willow waist
undulating, her tender flesh barely able to withstand the touch
. The spring breeze had not yet ceased, her clitoris still unsatisfied, her tender feelings overflowing, she softly called out to her mistress, their spring night's pleasure unending. Then, as they both reached the climax, Jia Lian, panting heavily, and Second Sister, moaning incessantly, her hair disheveled,
kept crying out: "Darling, slow down!" After a long while, overwhelmed by pleasure
, he ejaculated in a torrent. At the moment of exhaustion, Jia Lian suddenly felt a spasm in the woman's vagina, the hot vaginal fluid enveloping his
manhood, an indescribable pleasure.
Unconsciously, Jia Lian had grasped the essence; this strange and erotic art was originally a Western method of intercourse, precisely to
utilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, to express true feelings naturally, to unite love and desire, to seek without seeking, to contend without contending, to act without acting
, thus absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's body, and the art would naturally form. Then Jia Lian's body underwent a dramatic transformation, becoming pure white as jade .
During the struggle, two white wings sprouted from his shoulders and back, opening and closing, propelling him into half-space, before everything returned to
a vast expanse of white.
Jia Lian cried out for You Erjie, but she had vanished without a trace; it must have been a hallucination. Suddenly, he heard
a woman's joyful voice say, "Congratulations, Master, on the initial success of your divine skill! You may now cultivate at the Hidden Beauty Pavilion. I will be
waiting for you at the Carefree Pavilion in seven days." As she finished speaking, a pavilion suddenly appeared before him, with flying eaves and ornate walls, white jade steps, and a gilded plaque
inscribed with "Hidden Beauty Pavilion." Jia Lian climbed the steps and saw Xiang Ling with small purple wings on her shoulders, bowing to greet him, her eyes filled with a mixture of infatuation and shyness.
The account states that after Jia Lian's frivolous encounter that day, he was led here by a courtesan to this place, where he learned the twelve seductive techniques, waiting specifically for his lover to arrive
. Upon seeing the beauty again, Jia Lian understood the techniques even more clearly. Without saying much, he and his companions engaged in a fierce battle
. They moved back and forth, soaring and tumbling. One's jade arms swayed busily, the other's golden lotus feet were raised high. One
sang like a nightingale, the other murmured like a swallow, like Jun Rui meeting a nightingale maiden, or Song Yu stealing a goddess. Vows of eternal love
lingered in their ears, like butterflies and bees, unwilling to stop. They fought for a long time, their bodies swirling like red waves, a single glance revealing a tender breast; after a long struggle, their bodies forming silver
hooks, their eyebrows arching over their jade faces, they consummated their love amidst the misty clouds. The woman used her techniques, practicing each move
, displaying hundreds of seductive postures, arousing Jia Lian's lust to its fullest extent. However, the woman's wings were small and her strength weak. Exhausted
, she clung to Jia Lian like an octopus. Jia Lian's hands gripped her smooth, white thighs, and he flapped his wings. In the heat of their battle, he
couldn't help but let out a long howl, his triumphant joy beyond words. Unconsciously, his skill improved further; his wings grew
fuller, the tips turning bluish, and the flapping of his wings possessed boundless power. Soon, Jia Lian regained his strength
, his manhood restored, and he and the woman became one. They lost track of day and night, drinking dew when thirsty and feeding on wind and frost when hungry. Before they knew it,
seven days had passed. Jia Lian, having absorbed the woman's supreme essence, had turned crimson-blue, and beneath him sprouted a pair of
milky-white small wings, making him appear even more majestic. A faint female voice broke the silence, interrupting their intimate moment. The woman's fair skin showed
signs of aging, wrinkles appearing on her skin. Dark circles under her eyes deepened. She sighed softly and disappeared into the pavilion.
Jia Lian suddenly heard the female voice say, "Master, there's no need to worry. Xiangling's affections were just a result of excessive pleasure. It's nothing to worry about; she'll
be fine after a few days of rest. Master, just follow me." At that moment, everything around them was completely obscured; even a small area was no longer visible. Jia
Lian could only let the mysterious aura guide him, and they floated away. Before him, another pavilion appeared in the air, far more exquisite and detailed than
the previous one. Maria, the Envoy of Love and Lust, bowed and led them through a door. There were countless small doors, each with golden characters on it.
Upon closer inspection, the characters read things like "Light as a feather," "Flowers bloom and butterflies flutter," "A boat crosses a wild river," "Stopping the horse and adjusting the saddle," "Secretly striking the golden bell,"
"Learning to ride a bamboo horse," "The east wind exerts its strength," and "The cloves spit out their petals," each unique. Maria said in a sweet voice, "Master, you
are blessed with great fortune. In just seven days, you have already achieved the strength of a four-winged angel. This place contains seventy-two wonderful techniques, each with
a beautiful young maiden to entertain you. It is truly a living erotic palace, where you can indulge yourself. If you can obtain
the essence of thirty-six young maidens within seven days, your divine art will be initially complete." Jia Lian, needless to say, entered through a door inscribed with "Flowers
Bloom, Butterflies Flutter." Inside was a room with a huge painted mural in the center, depicting two people in a erotic scene, lifelike.
Beneath it, on a couch, lay a beautiful woman, tall and slender, with graceful curves, a beautiful face,
charming and alluring, cherry lips and a fragrant tongue, a soft and melodious voice, smooth and delicate skin, firm and high breasts,
full of elasticity, red nipples, and glossy black pubic hair that thickly surrounded her triangle area and labia
. Her buttocks were plump and round, and her legs were long and slender. A pair of eyes, watery and full of affection, rippled gently. Upon seeing Jia Lian, she displayed unparalleled
charm, her body arching back like a flower in full bloom. Jia Lian stood upon her, as if in a painting, gently embracing her. It
was truly: "How many springs have graced the peach blossoms, red and blue, how the wind has whipped the willows, green and swaying!" A poem testifies: "Rain and mist shroud the trees, their enchanting
forms seem almost unbearable.
Water pushes the unparalleled beauty of Xi Shi, spring adorns the first branch of Heyang. Their rich beauty is perfect for a gentleman's poem, why bother writing about Wang Wei? Full of
affection, she binds her heart, holding back the east wind." With the aid of the four-winged transformation, Jia Lian, though the maiden was originally a precious mirror
formed from the essence of the sun and moon, could not withstand her. After a few exchanges, petals fell in disarray, a scene of utter devastation, and she was defeated.
Jia Lian, not yet satisfied, pressed on, entering the doorway, where countless romantic encounters were left unmentioned.
Time passed unnoticed in the mirror, day and night unknown. Before he knew it, the day had come. Most of the celestial energy in the mirror had been absorbed by him, dimming
considerably. Looking at Jia Lian now, his entire body had changed from blue to green, radiating divine light. A six-pointed star shone above his head, and his six
wings were as large as a roc's. Maria's unparalleled beauty seemed so ordinary under Jia Lian's divine power. She said in a sweet
voice, "Congratulations, Master, on your great achievement! I wish to offer my humble form to you for your pleasure." With that, she curled up at Jia Lian's feet,
her golden hair trembling slightly, revealing her true form—a gentle and lovely golden fox. Jia Lian used his supernatural powers to lift her
into his palm. He saw that the flesh beneath her tail was tender and fresh, her vulva clean and hairless, soft and lovely, truly a soft and fragrant jade, priceless
. A fragrance emanated from her, like orchids and musk. Instantly, lust surged within him, and his manhood, erect and towering, was placed
upon it, allowing the small beast to lick and caress it. The soft fur touching the glans sent a tingling, numbing sensation through him, an indescribable pleasure. The beast
licked its vulva a few times, then arched its back, raised its vulva, and pressed it against his enormous member, swirling and rubbing for a long while before finally disappearing
. Tears welled in its red eyes, its pain unbearable. Jia Lian stroked the beast's fur with his five fingers; its sheen was like satin, its smoothness
like grease. His manhood, swallowed and released by the narrow vulva, was truly pleasurable. He let out a long, earth-shattering roar. Suddenly ,
all the turmoil dissipated, and he found himself in a small room, lying on a bed. His beautiful wife and concubines, dressed entirely in white mourning clothes, were filled with
sorrow, tears still streaming down their faces. Seeing Jia Lian awake, they broke into a smile through their tears. Upon further questioning, it was learned that Jia Lian had been missing for
seven days before being found by the well, naked and bluish-white, clutching the "Mirror of Love and Lust." Although his body was still warm and his breath faint, he
was completely unconscious. The imperial physician was summoned, who declared him dead from poisoning several days prior. Fengjie and the others refused to believe this and waited anxiously by his side for
over a month. Seeing that Jia Lian remained unconscious and his skin had turned from blue to green, they truly believed he had been poisoned beyond saving
and were preparing for his funeral. Jia Lian, knowing his divine power was still in its early stages and not yet fully controlled, secretly circulated his magic, and his skin
gradually faded, slowly returning to normal.
When everyone learned that Jia Lian had awakened, they were filled with mixed emotions of worry and joy. Jia Lian was deeply favored by the She and Zheng families, and held considerable power in the Jia household
. Those younger members who aspired to advancement wished for his demise, and many who were on his side hoped to gain power through him
. Naturally, their worries turned to joy. Ping'er was overjoyed. She changed into a bright red dress and
stayed by his side constantly, stealing moments for intimate moments. Jia Lian, having mastered his technique, was much more physically robust than before. After a few thrusts, the beautiful woman succumbed to
his charms. Having tasted the sweetness, he became even more attentive, spending half the day feeling weak and her legs trembling
as if walking on cotton, yet her heart remained unsatisfied. Strangely, when Feng Jie saw Jia Lian return, after her initial joy, she seemed
somewhat indifferent and even a little evasive. Jia Lian, feeling guilty from the previous encounter, ignored her. Coincidentally, Jia Lian,
having spent too much time in his room practicing his technique, felt stuffy and decided to take a walk. Reaching the ancient well, he saw the precious mirror...
Unbidden, it flew out, spun in the air, and flew away trembling, leaving behind a message: "Master, wait a moment, just look at the well and
you will know." Jia Lian was puzzled, but then he saw the well water instantly rise three feet high, the water level reaching the well rim, smooth as a mirror. Suddenly
, a man and a woman appeared in the mirror. Upon closer inspection, the man was Jia Rui, completely naked, his manhood erect, his face full of enjoyment
. The woman had peach-blossom cheeks and almond-shaped face, wearing a moon-white silk robe, with a sheer red lace draped over it. She knelt beside him,
holding a large handkerchief in her hand, which she wrapped around his manhood. Her slender hand gripped it, her fragrant tongue half-protruding, her body trembling uncontrollably as she licked and teased him
. The moon-white silk robe slipped down to her waist, revealing her delicate, dove-down-like skin. The jade hairpin on her head was about to
fall, and her high bun had already come undone, strands of hair hanging down, half-covering her breasts, making her exceptionally alluring. It was none other than Feng Jie.
Seeing that Fengjie had taken off her clothes, her skin was delicate, like a steamed bun made of white flour. The man hugged her waist, but it was not
enough to hold a handful. So he sandwiched her two white, silvery legs between her waist and used a silver rod
to push his penis into her flower. The glans was large and difficult to fully penetrate. He thrust in and out a hundred times, still majestic. Jia Rui pulled out
half of it, leaving it hanging inside. He said triumphantly, "Feng'er, my good girl, did you and Lian Erge do this when you were at home?"
Fengjie's eyes were hazy, and she said with a soft breath, "Spare Feng'er today. What can he compare to
you? You are the sky, and he can only be the ground. Only your father Rui knows how. You will kill Feng'er." Her words aroused
the man's lust. He lifted her two legs onto his shoulders and thrust wildly. Fengjie was out of her mind and
her mouth was incoherent. She kept calling out to her father Rui. Her breasts were covered, making her exceptionally alluring; it was none other than Sister Feng. Seeing that
Sister Feng had taken off her clothes, her skin was delicate, like a steamed bun made of white flour. The man hugged her waist, but it was not even a handful. So
he sandwiched her two white, silvery legs between her waist and used a silver rod to push his penis into her flower heart
. His glans was large and difficult to fully penetrate. He thrust in and out a hundred times, still majestic. Jia Rui pulled out half of it, leaving it hanging
inside. He said triumphantly, "Sweetheart, Sister Feng, did you and Brother Lian do this when you were at home?" Sister Feng's
eyes were hazy at this time, and she said with a soft breath, "Spare Sister Feng today. What can he compare to you? You are the sky, and
he can only be the ground. Only your father Rui knows how. You will kill Sister Feng." Her words aroused the man's lust
. He lifted her two legs onto his shoulders and thrust wildly. Sister Feng was out of her mind and her mouth was incoherent.
She kept calling out to her father Rui.
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