The red-card eunuch finished

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Ling Jian, a high-ranking eunuch,
was spending her honeymoon with several women in a Taoist temple when, while stargazing with her lovers, she was unexpectedly transported back to the modern world a thousand years in the future. Several women who had always been by her side also traveled with her, leading to a series of hilarious and absurd events. Time flies, and when Ling Jian's fate became completely intertwined with time travel, she and her beloved traveled back to the Blue Dynasty again, where they continued their absurd life as palace guards.
☆, 1, Chapter One: Dream
Ling Jian had a dream, a dream
brimming with springtime. In the dream, she seemed to effortlessly embrace a woman with perfect proportions, completely naked. She felt a sense of familiarity with this woman, strikingly similar to one of the women she loved and possessed, Consort An, Wen Xuyan. Because of this vague familiarity, Ling Jian brazenly used her slender, bony hands to grope the woman beneath her. Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps the woman in the dream didn't want her to have her way. In short, under Ling Jian's extremely restless teasing, the woman tried to push her away, even letting out a surprised gasp at the very beginning.
Mmm...why does Xu Yan's body suddenly smell so good, so very good! Ling Jian's subconscious was excited by the woman's light yet not cloying fragrance. She seemed to be searching for the source of this fragrance, or perhaps she was irresistibly drawn to the woman's delicate skin. In short, the next scene that appeared in Ling Jian
's mind was her, like a large dog searching for food, touching every inch of the woman's skin with her nose and soft lips. The dream grew increasingly blurry; Ling Jian felt that from the very beginning of this nonsensical dream, the images that appeared in her mind had already been hazy and indistinct. Soft, rapid breathing came from below. Ling Jian was certain that these soft breaths were coming from Wen Xu Yan, because besides Xu Lingruo, the only person who could make such shy and coy sounds during intimate moments was Wen Xu Yan.
"Sigh, why is it that even after being together for so long, she still gets a little shy sometimes?" Ling Jian sighed deep in her mind. She decided to give the still shy and seemingly hesitant woman beneath her a deep and tender kiss. After several blurry images, Ling Jian finally touched a soft, trembling pair of lips.
The trembling was obvious; Ling Jian was extremely dissatisfied with the word that suddenly flashed through her mind. She and Xu Yan had kissed countless times, so why was she still experiencing that first-time nervousness and trembling? Ignoring it, Ling Jian gently bit the other's lips. After several light bites and rubbings, she placed one hand under the woman's armpit, while the other hand habitually covered the woman's soft, supple breasts.
The woman's body was very sensitive, and her skin was quite elastic. All these sensations made Ling Jian intoxicated in this hazy dream. She didn't mind not being able to see the woman's face clearly, because she was already certain that the person beneath her was Wen Xu Yan. His tongue was stopped as it slipped into the woman's territory; her teeth were clenched tightly, seemingly unwilling to receive further affection from Ling Jian.
What's going on?! Are dreams and reality opposites? Why is Xu Yan, who is extremely obedient to him in reality, so hesitant and constantly refusing in his dream? Ling Jian grumbled inwardly, extremely dissatisfied. With a determined attitude, he pinched the woman's cheek and, taking advantage of her slight
loosening of her grip, slipped his tongue inside, searching for her little tongue within her territory. He teased it with all his might, finally entwining his tongue with hers, which was still awkward and passive.
He felt a slight pain from being lightly scratched on his back; Ling Jian guessed that the woman beneath him was probably having trouble breathing from the kiss, and that this was how she stopped him from continuing. Fine, since Xu Yan had made this request, he would move on to another location. A teasing thought crossed Ling Jian's subconscious. She continued to caress the woman's skin with her gentle hands, kissing her way down her increasingly limp body, leaving her 'love marks' on the woman's delicate neck and defined collarbone. 'Mmm
.' Soft moans of excitement reached Ling Jian's ears, so intoxicating that Ling Jian's lips involuntarily curled upwards. Her body slowly slid down, and Ling Jian's hand inadvertently touched the slippery fluid between the woman's legs. It was a warm, moist sensation that excited the one doing it and made the one being done feel shy, indicating the woman's physiological reaction to Ling Jian's actions.
The stickiness on her palm marked Ling Jian's impending destination; what was about to happen was completely clear in Ling Jian's dream. She seemed to separate the woman's slightly closed legs and lift them to her shoulders, and in the process, she seemed to use her free hand to knead the woman's buttocks. In short, regardless of the method, all that followed was the woman's incessant panting and barely audible whispers. "
What is Xu Yan saying? Why can't I hear her?" Ling Jian wondered. She guessed that Xu Yan was probably saying something sweet like "I love you." Otherwise, why would she feel so hot? Her nose pressed against the white flesh between the woman's legs, and Ling Jian's tongue rubbed back and forth against the moist clitoris. She found the taste slightly different, pure and with a faint fragrance, as if the initial scent she had smelled originated from there.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman's body seemed to tremble slightly, and this trembling, like an expanding vortex, intensified as Ling Jian's tongue movements quickened. However, before the woman's body could fully bloom, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted Ling Jian's reverie.
Inside the palace, aside from her few women, no one else seemed to dare knock so loudly... Ling Jian's subconscious stirred; she felt herself being pushed away by the woman beneath her. Just as she was about to express her displeasure, Ling Jian had actually fallen unconscious from bumping into something, completely losing consciousness.
"Ling Jian, Ling Jian... Ling Jian, wake up, Ling Jian!" A faint yet familiar voice reached her ears, and Ling Jian's consciousness was gradually awakened by these elusive yet ever-present voices. Her hearing went from initially being indistinct to becoming clear; she remembered these voices—the voices of the women she loved. As if waking from a fleeting dream, Ling
Jian finally opened her heavy eyes to the sound of those ethereal voices.
It didn't seem to be Shanghua Palace, Linru Palace, or Kunning Palace. Ling Jian subconsciously reached out and grabbed the not-so-soft bedding. When she looked up, the women she loved were beside her. 'Qinghan, Ruoyi... Xuyan, Lingruo...' Ling Jian's gaze slowly swept over them, suddenly noticing a woman sitting beside them.
Like all the women Ling Jian encountered, the woman wore only light makeup, almost negligible. Her hair was loose, with long strands at her temples obscuring her delicate ears. Like a gentle and refined lady from Jiangnan in an ancient drama, the woman's features were delicate and refined, and even sitting still, she exuded a subtle scholarly air.
However, these obvious features were not within Ling Jian's observation range. What truly surprised her, almost making her speechless, was the woman's clothing. A light-colored dress that every girl likes to wear in summer. A dress, yes! A dress! The kind that exposes one's fair arms to everyone's view! And this kind of clothing, apart from the modern world... could never appear in the conservatively dressed Blue Dynasty!
"Girl, where did you come from?" Ling Jian, propped up against the headboard, rubbed her throbbing head, pouting and holding Wen Xuyan's hand beside the woman with a wronged expression: "Xuyan, I just had a dream... I wanted to kiss you, but you wouldn't let me! How could you do that? I had to force myself on you before you gave in. Xuyan... do you not like me anymore? Otherwise, why would you keep trying to reject me in my dream?"
Author's Note: The sequel to "Red Card Eunuch" has started! Just to reiterate, this is a harem story. Also, chapters after 108 of "Red Card Eunuch" are extras and not part of the sequel.
Now that the sequel is open, Nanmingyu is back to her shameless days of begging for flowers, comments, and favorites. Everyone, new life, let's have some passionate moments! Give a flower, a comment, and favorites, let's get this party started!

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