Jianghu Heroes and Heroines III and IV

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Tang Ji hurried on his journey, not daring to linger anywhere for fear of being caught by the Crouching Tiger Manor. Strangely enough, several days passed peacefully, leaving Tang Ji utterly perplexed. Yet, he remained cautious, buying food and setting off immediately each time; he dared not stay in inns at night, finding rest wherever possible as darkness fell—a humble dwelling, a dilapidated temple, or sometimes even sleeping in a large tree.

In between his journeys, he carefully perused the "Raging Wind Sword Manual," and once he started, he couldn't put it down. Compared to his adoptive father's "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," his father's swordplay was obsolete. He read and practiced, mastering all the moves. Finally, he discovered a problem: the exquisite sword techniques lacked power in his hands. Why? He pondered this and concluded it might be due to his own lack of skill.

Turning to the moves in the manual, he found a hidden world. Upon closer inspection, Tang Ji's heart leaped with excitement—it contained illustrations and methods of male-female lovemaking. Tang Ji was no longer a naive young man; he had used his skills with women before. He read through the book page by page, thoroughly enjoying it and learning many techniques. He naturally had no idea what great use these things would have.

Having learned the techniques, what should he do with the sword manual? Tang Ji knew this thing was a menace, and keeping it would bring endless trouble. He decided to destroy it; if it fell into the wrong hands, good people would be in trouble.

He burned the first volume, feeling a sense of relief as he looked at the ashes. As he was about to throw the other half into the fire, he thought of the erotic content within and hesitated, finally putting it back in his pocket. He thought to himself, "Anyway, no one knows I possess this martial arts treasure, so what's there to be afraid of? Wu Shan is dead; there's no way to prove anything. Besides, even if this half-volume fell into someone else's hands, it wouldn't be of much use; the sword technique's power only lies in its complete mastery." He

encountered no more pursuers along the way, which gradually emboldened Tang Ji, and he dared to stay at inns in the streets. That day, he arrived in Liaodong. Knowing he was getting closer to the capital, he felt a little relieved, but the thought of his beloved suffering prevented him from smiling. He wondered how Qiu Yu was doing and how he could rescue her. She was going to marry into the capital, and he would stay there to protect her. Once she was married, he would risk his life to rescue her.

That morning, he left an inn and went to a steamed bun shop across the street. Entering the shop, he found it crowded. Looking around, almost all the tables were full, except for one table with only one person. Tang Ji thought, "I'll sit there."

At that table sat a young man, dressed in fine clothes, slender, and quite handsome, with eyes as bright as stars, but his face was full of arrogance, showing disdain for those around him.

Tang Ji approached the young man, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother, may I sit opposite you?"

The young man didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly eat his bun, and casually replied, "No."

Tang Ji was taken aback; he hadn't expected this outcome, and felt a surge of anger. He hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother, you see there's nowhere else to sit, so please make do." He then put one leg around to the stool and was about to sit down.

Suddenly, the young man slammed his hand on the table, glared at him, and angrily said, "Don't you understand human language? I said you can't sit, and that's final!"

Tang Ji snorted, "Is this your house? I'm going to sit here!" With that, he casually sat down on the stool.

The young man, seeing this, widened his eyes, stretched his leg under the table, and hooked the stool. As if it had eyes, the stool darted under the table, and Tang Ji sat on nothing. Luckily, he reacted quickly, or he would have been sitting on the ground.

The young man laughed, his voice clear and melodious, revealing immense pride and pleasure. Seeing others in such a predicament must have been a source of amusement for him.

Tang Ji really wanted to fight him, but thinking that it was best to avoid trouble while away from home, he slowly lowered his raised fist and said, "Incomprehensible." He turned to leave.

"Stop! You stop right there!" came the young master's shout from behind.

But Tang Ji ignored him and continued walking forward. Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes, and the young master was blocking his way. His movements were incredibly fast, truly like a ghost.

Tang Ji glanced at him and said, "What do you want?"

The young master held a folding fan in his right hand, pointed it at Tang Ji, and asked coldly, "Who did you just call incomprehensible?"

Tang Ji chuckled and replied, "I was looking at you; would I say it about myself?"

Someone in the shop immediately burst into laughter.

The young master shouted, "You dare to insult me? You're tired of living." As he spoke, he swung his folding fan, striking several pressure points on Tang Ji's body.

Tang Ji hadn't expected him to attack so suddenly, so he didn't dare to be careless. He dodged left and right, constantly changing his position. The young master attacked quickly, and he dodged just as quickly.

The shopkeeper looked panicked and shouted repeatedly, "Gentlemen, if you want to fight, it's better to go outside. It's much more spacious outside than inside." He was naturally worried about his belongings being damaged, and if they were damaged, he would have to pay for it himself.

Tang Ji was kind-hearted and switched from defense to offense, using close-range grappling techniques. The young master's hand skills were limited, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were outside the shop.

Tang Ji stopped fighting and asked, "Young man, what's your name? Why are you speaking so rudely?"

The young master, hands on his hips and glaring, shouted, "Who's your young man! You insulted me, I won't let you get away with it. If you have the guts, fight me with your sword."

Tang Ji wasn't about to back down and said, "Fine, I'll fight you to the death."

Upon hearing this, the young master jumped up in anger and yelled, "You're still insulting me! You've gone too far! If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm not a Zhu!" As he spoke, he pulled out a short sword from his robes. This sword was only half the length of a regular sword, its scabbard inlaid with gold and jade, clearly quite valuable.

The young master drew the short sword; it faintly glowed with a bluish light and emitted a chilling aura. Tang Ji instinctively knew it was a precious sword, and that he was already at a disadvantage in terms of weaponry.

The young master snorted and said, "Take this!" A flash of light, and the sword was already aimed at Tang Ji's chest. Tang Ji sidestepped, simultaneously drawing his sword to parry. With a "crack," Tang Ji's sword was broken in half.

The young master chuckled, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so useless, unable to block even a single move." He then thrust at Tang Ji's shoulder again.

This time, Tang Ji learned his lesson, not using his sword to block, but simply dodging. The young master gave him no chance, thrusting faster and faster, landing over twenty more thrusts in the blink of an eye, yet each strike missed its mark. This made the young master anxious; his swordsmanship changed, from fierce and ruthless to light and agile, but Tang Ji felt even greater pressure.

From childhood to university, Tang Ji had only learned his adoptive father's swordsmanship, knowing nothing of other schools. Today, facing the young master, if his opponent had used an ordinary weapon, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state. There was no way around it; the young master was using a precious sword, forcing Tang Ji into a frantic struggle. After a while, the situation became increasingly perilous.

Tang Ji roared, "If you've got the guts, put down your sword!"

The young master, while brandishing his sword, smiled and said, "If you've got the guts, find yourself a sword."

Tang Ji cursed, "You're utterly unreasonable!" Unable to dodge in time, a piece of Tang Ji's sleeve was sliced off with a "swoosh." If the sword had been two inches lower, it might have severed his wrist.

Tang Ji was both shocked and frightened, thinking, "I have no grudge against you, why must you kill me? It seems I have no choice but to fight you to the death." With that thought, he leaped to the side.

The young master shouted, "Where do you think you're going? I'll stab you right in the back!" He lunged forward.

Tang Ji smiled coldly, flicked his right hand, and the broken sword flew out with a gust of wind, fast and ruthless, tracing a semi-circle towards the young master. Caught off guard, the young master's face changed color; he thought he was doomed.

But the sword didn't pierce his chest; instead, it aimed at his wrist. Interestingly, as it reached his wrist, the hilt turned forward and struck the young master's wrist. The young master lost his grip on the sword, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

Tang Ji's move was quite brilliant, drawing cheers from the onlookers. This was his adoptive father's most outstanding skill, one he rarely used. It had a name: "A lucky accident," and Tang Ji had spent considerable time and effort learning it. However, he dared not use it against Wu Shan, fearing it wouldn't work.

The young master turned pale with fright, breathing heavily, and only came to his senses after a long while. Tang Ji thought to himself, "I've already taught him a lesson, so let it go." He walked into the shop without looking back; he hadn't eaten yet.

The young master picked up his sword and called out to Tang Ji, "Stop! I have something to say."

Tang Ji turned to look at him and asked, "What do you want to say?"

The young master scoffed, "Why are you so far away? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

Tang Ji frowned, walked up to him, and said, "Speak quickly, I'm still hungry."

The young master stared at Tang Ji and asked, "What's your name? Your move is amazing, can you teach me?"

Tang Ji replied seriously, "My surname is Zhu. I can't teach you this move. If you kneel down and kowtow to me, I might consider it."

The young master glared at Tang Ji, gritting his teeth, and said, "I can't beat you, yet you insult me, and now you're bullying me! I don't want to live anymore!" As he spoke, he drew his sword to his neck.

Tang Ji never expected his temperament to be so fickle and fierce, turning on him so easily. How could I stand idly by while he tried to commit suicide? I quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, snatching the dagger from his wrist, saying, "This won't do! I don't want you to die!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw himself into Tang Ji's arms, softly saying, "You have such a kind heart, I like you so much." As he spoke, his hands moved over Tang Ji's body.

A faint fragrance made Tang Ji feel lightheaded, and his hand loosened, causing the dagger to fall to the ground.

Tang Ji wasn't a fool. His voice trembled as he asked, "Are you a woman?"

The young man rested his head on Tang Ji's shoulder, his hands continuing to caress his body.

He whispered, "Aren't you a man? Can't you feel it yourself?" Just as Tang Ji was lost in thought, bewildered, the young man pushed him away, saying, "I have to go. My family is waiting for me." As she spoke, she picked up a short sword and whispered in Tang Ji's ear, "We'll meet again. If you want to find me, come to the capital. My name is Zhu Xiaotang..."

She then smiled, a smile so beautiful and alluring, like a blooming peach blossom, dazzling and mesmerizing, causing Tang Ji to fall into a beautiful dream. He forgot he was on the street.

It wasn't until the laughter grew louder that he awoke. By then, Zhu Xiaotang was long gone. He felt a sense of loss, and a sense of guilt. This loss stemmed from Zhu Xiaotang, and this guilt was directed at Dongfang Qiuyu. He felt that he had wronged another woman by treating her this way.

He went into a steamed bun shop to eat some buns. People around him were gossiping, saying all sorts of things, but Tang Ji didn't pay them any attention. His thoughts drifted between Qiu Yu and Zhu Xiaotang. This girl was too fiery, but her saying she liked him was really pleasing. He just didn't know her background; she was probably not an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person possess such a valuable sword?

He returned to his inn, packed his things, and prepared to set off. While settling his bill with the landlady at the counter, he reached into his pocket for silver, only to find it empty. Not only that, but his sword manual was also gone! This shock made him break out in a cold sweat. What happened? It seemed he'd been robbed.

Recalling the events of the past, he finally determined it was Zhu Xiaotang who had done it. He'd thought she was interested in him, but it turned out she'd thrown herself into his arms with a purpose—to steal. How would he travel without silver? Would losing the sword manual cause trouble? Like triggering a martial arts catastrophe or a feud? He dared not think further.

"Sir, where's your money? We never extend credit in this little shop." The proprietress, a woman in her early thirties, stared at Tang Ji with wide, unfriendly eyes.

Tang Ji wished he could disappear into the ground; this embarrassment was unbearable. His face flushed red, and he said, "I lost my money, proprietress. Can I pay you back later?"

The proprietress snorted and sneered, "Many freeloaders say the same thing as you. I've seen plenty like you. No money, no leaving the shop today." Then she called out, "Ah Xiong, get your weapon ready."

A gruff voice replied, "Ready already. Whatever you need, proprietress, just watch." A tall, fat man, as imposing as a mountain, emerged from the side room, carrying a large scallop.

Tang Ji, realizing he couldn't leave today, simply sat down on a nearby stool and said, "Boss lady, I really lost money. It's not that I don't want to pay you. It's my fault for not being able to pay the shop fee. Whatever you say, that's fine."

Seeing Tang Ji soften his stance, the boss lady's expression lessened. She crossed her arms and pondered for a moment before saying, "Since you have no money, I'll hand you over to the authorities. Those few coins aren't worth it, and it would make me seem heartless. How about this, you work for me as a shop assistant, hmm, for five days. After five days, we'll settle things. Is that alright?"

Tang Ji had no choice but to nod in agreement, then asked, "What about my food and lodging?"

The boss lady smiled faintly and said, "That will naturally be provided by the shop, you don't need to worry. But if you don't do a good job, then we'll extend the days until I'm satisfied."

Tang Ji had no objections, and so they reached a verbal agreement. The江湖人物 (jianghu figure, a person of the martial arts world) Tang Ji became a shop assistant, responsible for cleaning the rooms every day. Cleaning dozens of rooms would take a lot of time, but fortunately, he was a martial artist and often did chores at home, so it wasn't a problem for him. The landlady, seeing that Tang Ji was hardworking and never shirked his duties, genuinely liked the young man. Only then did she believe he had truly lost money, and wasn't a freeloader trying to stay for free.

The boss was a simple-looking man who didn't talk much. He listened to everything the landlady said, and every day, like the other workers, he did this and that under her instructions without complaint; he truly had a good temper.

Tang Ji was assigned to stay next to the landlady's bedroom. On the first day, after finishing his work, it was already late when he went to bed. Tang Ji hadn't slept long when he heard a scolding voice from next door: "You're a complete waste! You can't do anything else, and you can't even do this. What kind of man are you? My life is so miserable!" The voice was trembling with tears. It was the landlady's voice; the one being scolded must have been the boss.

The boss's voice rang out: "Huahua, I'll be fine in a little while. Don't worry, I'll make you comfortable." The boss's voice was very low; if Tang Ji hadn't had good hearing, he would have barely heard him.

The landlady scoffed, "Come on, you always say that. When have you ever satisfied me? You're no man at all. I was blind to have chosen you. Let me tell you, if you don't perform, I'll be sorry. I've always been chaste, so don't blame me for being heartless."

The boss knew what she meant and didn't dare utter a word. Who told him to be so impotent? At that moment, his greatest wish was to have a good penis so he could "kill" the landlady and stop her from constantly berating him for being useless.

Tang Ji knew why the boss was being scolded; it was because of that matter. It's no wonder the landlady was upset. How could a woman live if her man was no good in bed? Most women are restless; if you can't tame her, she'll turn around and cuckold you.

Thinking about being cuckolded made Tang Ji feel ashamed. Despite his young age, he was quite knowledgeable about men and women. In his entire life, he had already cuckolded two people. The first was the Master of Dongfang Manor, and as for the second, Tang Ji dared not even think about it; just thinking about it made him feel utterly wicked.

The story of the first cuckolding began when Tang Ji was fourteen years old. After entering Wohu Manor, Tang Ji became a servant there. He didn't have many fixed tasks each day, mainly playing with the master's children, Dongfang Qiushan and Dongfang Qiuyu. He developed very quickly, and by fourteen, he was already as tall as an adult. This was certainly related to his diligent practice of martial arts, coupled with the better food at the manor, where meat was a regular occurrence—a world apart from his previous life as a beggar.

Although he was already fourteen, he still lived with his parents in the outer room. Every night when his adoptive parents were intimate, he could hear their voices. Sometimes they made love with the lights on, and when he couldn't resist, he would peek through the crack in the door. He could see his adoptive mother's naked body and her wanton behavior on the bed. He watched a thick man's penis going in and out of her hairy vagina, and his adoptive mother would let out alluring moans, sounds that could steal a person's soul.

Every time he lay in bed, thinking of his adoptive mother's large breasts and vagina, his penis would uncontrollably become erect.

He was only fourteen, and his thing was already as big as an adult's. He would touch his penis, recalling his adoptive mother's wanton behavior and moans, and he would ejaculate many times. He longed to find a woman to do "that" with, and he often stared blankly at Dongfang Qiuyu beside him. Dongfang Qiuyu was not yet fully grown, while her second and third aunts were very charming and alluring.

Whenever Tang Ji saw the manor lord's second and third wives, his penis would throb with desire, fantasizing about penetrating them.

When Tang Ji was fourteen, Dongfang Ba had a stroke of good luck in love. He was going to marry his fourth wife. The bride was named Bai Ju, a merchant's daughter, but she herself was a chivalrous woman who had roamed the martial world for several years. Due to repeated setbacks in love, she became disheartened and even considered becoming a nun.

Just when Bai Ju was at her most distressed, Dongfang Ba appeared. Her beauty and charm captivated him; a day apart felt like three autumns. After more than a year of persistent pursuit, he finally won Bai Ju's agreement to marry him.

There was one thing Dongfang Ba didn't tell the truth about: the number of his wives. He told Bai Ju that he only had one first wife, whose temperament was extremely gentle, and that he would certainly not make things difficult for her after marriage. Bai Ju believed him. But on the day Bai Ju married into the Dongfang family, during the wedding ceremony with Dongfang Ba, she learned that he actually had three wives.

Bai Ju was furious, wanting to jump up and slap Dongfang Ba a few times. Liar, bastard, despicable, shameless—Bai Ju cursed Dongfang Ba and his ancestors in her heart.

What was most infuriating was their wedding night. Bai Ju endured the night, thinking that since she had already married into this family, she should just go with the flow. She tried to convince herself, preparing to offer her alluring, virginal body.

Unexpectedly, he wouldn't be allowed into the bridal chamber that night. The three young women, led by the First Madam, had discussed it amongst themselves. To maintain the dignity of the three mistresses, they decided that the groom must sleep in their rooms for the first three nights, meaning Bai Ju would only get to share his favor on the fourth day.

On the first night, Bai Ju endured until dark without seeing Dongfang Ba. She kept her veil on, wanting to lift it but fearing it would be against custom. Just as she was at a loss, a servant came to inform her that the master couldn't come that night because he had to stay in the First Madam's room. This servant was Little Tang Ji.

Bai Ju was furious. She stood up from the bedside, pacing back and forth, cursing, "You heartless bastard! Do you think I, Bai Ju, can't get married? Am I destined to stay in your house forever?!" Then she said, "Xiao Ji, come here and help me."

Tang Ji, unaware of what was happening, went to help.

Bai Ju and Tang Ji were familiar with each other; Dongfang Ba always brought this little servant with him when he visited the Bai family. Although Tang Ji was young, he was cautious, diligent, and knew how to speak tactfully, so Dongfang Ba trusted him. Bai Ju was seven or eight years older than Tang Ji, and Tang Ji addressed her as "Aunt Bai" from his master's perspective. Bai Ju found Tang Ji to be handsome and polite, so she didn't have a bad impression of him and always gave him treats whenever she saw him.

Hearing Bai Ju's words, Tang Ji stepped forward and asked, "Aunt Bai, please let me do whatever you need."

Bai Ju sat back down on the bed, resuming her bridal posture, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Little Ji, lift this veil for me. I've been wearing it all day, and I'm about to suffocate."

Tang Ji hesitated, unsure of what to do. He had heard his godfather say that only the groom could lift it, and no one else was allowed to touch it. But Aunt Bai wanted him to do it, which put him in a difficult position.

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, I don't dare to touch it! Why don't I go ask the master? I'll only lift it if he says so."

Bai Ju gently scolded, "Little Ji, you're such a smart child, why are you being so foolish? Do you think he'll agree? He'll probably beat you! Don't say anything more, just let him lift it. I'll take responsibility for any consequences."

Since things had come to this point, Tang Ji didn't think any further and reached out to pull off the veil. Tang Ji was stunned. In the flickering candlelight, Bai Ju's face was delicate and sweet, with a hint of shyness on her cheeks. Her two dark, bright eyes were filled with a woman's soft, sweet affection. A flower adorned her hair, and her vibrant red dress added to her elegance and allure.

Bai Ju suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of closeness towards the young man who had lifted her veil. She asked, "Xiao Ji, am I pretty?"

Tang Ji nodded blankly, his eyes fixed on her.

Bai Ju also looked at him, noticing his servant's attire, but his strong build and handsome appearance, his large, bright eyes revealing his simplicity and intelligence.

Tang Ji realized after a moment that he shouldn't stare at his aunt like that; it was impolite.

So he said, "Aunt, I should go now. People might gossip if I sit too long."

Bai Ju didn't care about that. She grabbed Tang Ji's hand and said, "I'm so lonely. Please sit with me a little longer!"

Tang Ji's heart pounded as she pulled him by her slender hand, and he couldn't help but sit beside Bai Ju on the bed.

The other person was just a child, yet Bai Ju's heart pounded wildly. Realizing she had held his hand, she quickly let go, momentarily speechless. After a long while, Tang Ji came out of the room. He wanted to stay, but he didn't have the courage. Bai Ju told him to come see her again the next day, and Tang Ji happily agreed.

That night, Bai Ju's mind was in turmoil, filled with resentment towards Dongfang Ba and wild thoughts about little Tang Ji. He was just a child; why did I want to keep him when he wanted to leave?

The next evening, Dongfang Ba still couldn't come; he was entangled with three women. He only managed to sneak in a few words during the day before being dragged away by the ladies. Bai Ju's heart was breaking at this sight. What kind of bride was she? She was being mistreated from the very beginning.

That evening, Tang Ji brought her food, but Bai Ju didn't touch a bite, gazing at him with teary eyes.

Tang Ji asked, "Aunt Bai, why are you crying?"

Although he was just a child and knew little about matters of the heart, he intuitively understood what was happening. Seeing his beautiful bride crying, Tang Ji was at a loss.

Even more unexpectedly, Tang Ji's question caused Bai Ju to burst into tears. She suddenly threw herself into the child's arms, crying out, "My life is so hard! My life is so hard! Little Ji, please help me!"

Embraced by a soft body, Tang Ji felt his heart stop. Is this what a woman is? Ah, it feels so beautiful.

Tang Ji longed to let his hands caress a woman's body, to see what it felt like, but he dared not.

He pushed Bai Ju away, saying, "Aunt Bai, don't cry, tell me slowly. Tell me what I can do to help!"

Bai Ju sobbed for a while before calming down, and seeing herself in his arms, she quickly struggled free. She wondered, "What's wrong with me?" How could she be so attached to a child? Where had her usual toughness gone? Why was she acting like a frail girl?

Bai Ju said to Tang Ji, "It's nothing, I just feel a little unwell. You go and do your work, don't worry about me."

Tang Ji looked at Bai Ju's tear-streaked face and said, "Auntie, try to think positively. Master will be here in a couple of days."

Bai Ju smiled and said, "I'm fine, you go ahead." That tearful smile was particularly endearing and touching, so much so that Tang Ji could not forget it even years later.

After Tang Ji left, Bai Ju felt a wave of loss, as if her heart had been taken away. At that moment, if any man entered, as long as he wasn't unpleasant, she would throw herself into his arms and cry. At the same time, she felt that Dongfang Ba was too much; he treated her with utter contempt. How could he be so heartless, marrying a virgin as his fourth wife? On

the third night, Bai Ju was still alone in her room when Dongfang Ba entered the third wife's room. He would be coming tomorrow, and a glimmer of hope rose in Bai Ju's heart. Her mood was much better than the night before, and she instructed Tang Ji to prepare hot water for her to bathe.

Tang Ji and several servants carried a large wooden tub into the room, filled it with water, and sprinkled flower petals on it. Everyone else kept their distance, but Tang Ji stood guard outside the door, ready to serve Bai Ju should she need anything.

After a long while, Bai Ju called him from inside the room, and Tang Ji had no choice but to go in. He saw Bai Ju sitting in the water, her upper body exposed. Her beautiful hair was loose and casually spread to one side. Her shoulders were rounded and full, her neck white and slender, and a few drops of water clung to her pretty face. She was smiling, a sweet and beautiful smile, a stark contrast to her gloomy expression of the past few days.

Tang Ji felt as if a fire was burning inside him, his throat parched. He composed himself and said, "Aunt Bai, if there's nothing else, I 'll go out now."

Bai Ju's beautiful eyes swept over his face, and she said, "How could there be nothing else? Would I have called you if there was nothing else? Come, give me a back rub."

Tang Ji agreed and picked up a towel to rub Bai Ju's back. Bai Ju gathered her hair in front, exposing as much of her back as possible. Bai Ju's back was full and thick, with smooth lines, radiating a sensual and youthful glow, making it impossible for Tang Ji not to have wild thoughts. His mind wandered from her back to other parts of her body, and then to his stepmother's naked body. He felt his breathing become erratic, and his manhood began to stir.

He suppressed his emotions and gritted his teeth as he rubbed Bai Ju's back. He was skilled at this, having honed his technique since childhood. His movements were practiced and precise, the pressure just right. Bai Ju couldn't help but praise him, "Little Ji, you're so good at this! You're making me feel so comfortable."

Her voice was joyful yet delicate, and when she spoke of comfort, a slight, heart-stirring nasal tone emerged. For some reason, Tang Ji suddenly thought of his stepmother's moans.

When Tang Ji finished rubbing her back and moved on to her neck, Bai Ju sat up straight. Tang Ji continued his movements, and Bai Ju squinted her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly, Tang Ji leaned forward and caught a glimpse of cleavage, a portion of her breasts. The raised, tender flesh and beautiful curves made Tang Ji's heart skip a beat; if he hadn't kept his mouth shut, it would have jumped out. It was a pity he couldn't see the nipples, which must have been incredibly beautiful. Tang Ji felt a desire to touch them, wishing Bai Ju would let him rub her breasts.

However, Bai Ju never gave such an order, and Tang Ji could only sigh inwardly. When Tang Ji finished his work and came out, Bai Ju's soft back and breasts were still before his eyes. Such a beautiful body! How wonderful it would be to see it every day! He thought of Dongfang Qiuyu; that child was still young, lacking the characteristics of a woman, so although they had been close for many years, he had never felt any desire for her.

Tang Ji stared at Bai Ju's door, thinking to himself: If I were Dongfang Ba, I could do what my adoptive father did to my adoptive mother, parting Bai Ju's legs and thrusting my erection inside, doing whatever I wanted. Why did Dongfang Ba marry so many wives? Wasn't it because of his power and ability? I need to work harder, to become stronger than him.

Tang Ji went back inside to eat, and afterwards practiced his sword in the yard for a while, talking with his adoptive mother. His adoptive mother was already over thirty, yet still so beautiful. Her high breasts and full hips were incredibly alluring. Tang Ji secretly envied his adoptive father's good fortune with women; he himself, when he grew up, would definitely find a few beauties to satisfy his desires. He would naturally keep these thoughts to himself, never revealing them to anyone, not even his closest friends Dongfang Qiushan and Qiuyu.

These past few days, the estate was filled with joy due to a celebration. Every servant had received a reward and was allowed to drink, move around, gamble, and go out to enjoy women as they pleased. Normally, they weren't allowed to wander freely in the front and back courtyards, but this was now permitted.

Tang Ji found Dongfang Qiuyu; the little girl was reading in her room. Unlike her brother and Tang Ji, Qiuyu wasn't very interested in martial arts, but she was very enthusiastic about reading. She was reading Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret," especially the lines "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches." She had read them countless times, finding them increasingly captivating. The clever girl naturally understood their meaning; she was nearing the age of first love.

Tang Ji quietly approached her from behind, suddenly reaching out to cover her eyes, remaining silent afterward.

Qiu Yu chuckled and said, "I knew it was you even without you saying a word, Tang Ji, right?"

Tang Ji laughed, "You're really quick-witted, you guessed right away." He then pulled Qiu Yu into his arms.

Qiu Yu struggled gently, glancing sideways at the door, and said, "Let me go, it'll be terrible if someone comes in."

Tang Ji shook his head, "Let me kiss you, Qiu Yu." Qiu Yu repeatedly said, "No, no! Let me ask you first, do you still remember the words I taught you last time?"

Tang Ji replied, "Of course I remember them perfectly."

Qiu Yu squirmed in his arms, saying, "Write those words down for me, so I can see them."

Tang Ji emphasized, "Write them down and I'll kiss you?"

Qiu Yu blushed and smiled, "Write them down first."

Tang Ji groped her back and bottom for a while before letting her go. She was still a green persimmon, not fully grown yet, but the little girl already had a delicate face and a slender, attractive figure; everyone could tell she would be a great beauty in the future.

Under Qiu Yu's pressure, Tang Ji had no choice but to patiently write down the few characters. Qiu Yu saw that although his writing wasn't beautiful, it was neat and clear, much better than she had imagined, indicating that he must have practiced diligently.

Qiu Yu felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that Tang Ji cared about her, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Over the years, Tang Ji had learned martial arts from his adoptive parents and literature from Qiu Yu, who in turn learned literature from her teacher. She taught Tang Ji everything her teacher taught her. Tang Ji originally lacked patience for writing, but seeing Qiu Yu's good intentions, he continued learning. Tang Yunchang and his wife were overjoyed; finally, they had someone in their family who could read.

With Qiu Yu's help, Tang Ji hadn't become a boorish man; he could not only read and write, but also produce pleasing characters. In Wohu Manor, there were truly few servants as "skilled in both martial arts and literature" as him. Although Tang Ji was a servant, he never considered himself one. Therefore, he never felt inferior in front of the master and mistress. He always hoped to one day rise above others, and this thought alone made him more diligent than others.

When Tang Ji finished writing, he saw Qiu Yu's expression and knew she was satisfied with him. He grabbed her and said, "Now you can't run away!"

Qiu Yu blushed and said, "Only one kiss. After that, hurry up and leave. People will laugh if they see."

Tang Ji smiled without saying a word and lowered his head to kiss her.

Kissing was nothing new for them. Since Tang Ji learned about this kind of thing between men and women, he had already kissed Qiu Yu. He had taken advantage of Qiu Yu's red lips and fragrant tongue countless times.

But this time was different. Usually, no matter how intimate they were, Tang Ji only kissed her, focusing on her face, his hands remaining undisturbed. This time, however, he became exceptionally rude, not only touching her buttocks but also fondling her budding breasts. A moment later, the hand on her buttocks reached towards her crotch, shocking Qiu Yu. She was disgusted by Tang Ji's wicked methods, yet simultaneously felt a strange pleasure.

Under Tang Ji's ministrations, her breathing became heavy, her face flushed crimson, as if something was about to spill out. When Tang Ji tried to undo her belt, she resolutely pushed him away, whispering, "You've become bad. I don't like you." With that, she forcefully pushed Tang Ji away, shoving him out the door and locking it.

Leaning against the door, Qiu Yu felt both ashamed and frightened, thinking about how she felt under his touch. She dared not look in the mirror, knowing her face must be incredibly red. Her heart pounded like a deer's. She thought to herself, "Who taught Tang Ji this? How could he suddenly become like this? It's terrifying."

Tang Ji, standing outside the door, softly called Qiu Yu's name a few times. Seeing that she ignored him, he assumed she was truly angry and, feeling displeased, turned to leave. His earlier outburst stemmed from thinking of the bride, Bai Ju. In his excitement, he acted impulsively, as if treating the beautiful bride herself, never imagining he would mistake Qiu Yu for her. He figured she would be angry with him for days.

Tang Ji felt ashamed of his actions and knew he would have to say something nice when he saw her tomorrow. He had a peculiar habit: he disliked saying nice things to others, feeling it was insincere.

On his way back to the backyard, he wanted to visit the bride. He didn't dare hope to enter her room; he thought standing outside her door for a while would be enough.

Before approaching her door, he first observed the surroundings. The mansion was quiet; everyone had been enjoying themselves these past few days, like it was New Year's. Except for the specially assigned guards, everyone else was out having fun.

Tang Ji arrived at Bai Ju's door and listened for a while. Seeing no movement, he thought she was probably asleep and that it was good she was alright. Tang Ji felt he had achieved his goal and turned to leave. Just then, the door creaked open, and Bai Ju stood in the doorway. Bai Ju looked around and, seeing no one nearby, quickly gestured for him to come in. Tang Ji hesitated for a moment, then ran into the room.

Tang Ji's heart skipped a beat when he saw Bai Ju had locked the door. He hurriedly asked, "Aunt Bai, why did you lock the door?

Master will be unhappy if he finds out."

Bai Ju understood his meaning. She smiled slightly and explained, "I need to tell you some secrets, things that no one else can hear."

Tang Ji looked at Bai Ju's pretty face and said, "Aunt Bai, please tell me quickly. I have to go right away."

Bai Ju gave him a charming smile and said, "What's the rush? Sit down first!"

As she spoke, she pressed the uneasy Tang Ji down onto the bed. Her eyes shone with a soft light that could soften any man, and young Tang Ji was no exception.

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