The Great Hero Shangxiu

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At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out suddenly. Zhang Jiao, who called himself the "Great Teacher of Virtue," used his magical powers and sorcery to bewitch the people. He quickly gathered hundreds of thousands of soldiers and swept across eight provinces, including Qing, You, Xu, and Ji. His power was immense. The Eastern Han Dynasty was plagued by rebels on the outside and the Ten Attendants on the inside, leaving the entire dynasty riddled with problems and on the verge of collapse.
In Gaoyang City of You Province, there lived a young man named Shang Xiu. He was tall and strong, with handsome eyes and thick eyebrows, and a dignified appearance. He came from a family of military officers and was very fond of swordsmanship and archery. He loved discussing military strategy and was honest in his words and decisive in his actions. His father, Shang Zhi, treated him very strictly. Whenever he was taught martial arts, he always had to use wooden sticks and thorns. If he was tired or lazy, he would be whipped as a warning.
Shang Xiu had a younger sister named Xuan, who was born out of wedlock. The two were close since childhood, often learning swordsmanship and studying together. Xuan's mother, Shangxiu's second mother, was of Hu (non-Han) descent, exceptionally fair-skinned, with a high forehead, round eyes, and azure pupils; a delicate nose, small mouth, and peach-red lips. At only fourteen, she was already a renowned beauty in the city.
When Shangxiu turned eighteen, the rebel army reached the south of Youzhou. Seeing the city's inhabitants, misled by the Yellow Turban rebels, writing the characters for "Jiazi" (甲子, the first year of the sexagenary cycle) on their doors with white clay, Shangxiu was enraged and began to curse, directly accusing the writer of being a "traitor to the Han." However, the crowd accused him of "blaspheming the Great Teacher of Virtue" and drove him away.
The greatest contributing factor to the rebellion was the ignorance of the people; was it truly a case of everyone being drunk while I alone was sober?
Shang Xiu, filled with pent-up anger and nowhere to vent it, roared as soon as he stepped into his house: "Bah! That scoundrel! He dares to call himself the Great Teacher of Virtue, but in reality, he's the biggest swindler in the world!" At that time, there was a maid named Wan'er in the house. Seeing her young master return, she quickly took off his outer robe and sword.
In the city, apart from the soldiers, only Shang Xiu was allowed to carry a sword. This was because he had once saved the city guard's daughter from a pack of wolves outside the city. The city guard, Liu Yan, had specially bestowed upon him a sword and allowed him to carry it outside the city as an exception, to show his honor and to encourage him to be more vigilant against evil and punish wickedness.
His younger sister, Shang Xuan, had just finished practicing needlework in her room. Upon hearing this, she dragged her long skirt and kicked off her small shoes as she gracefully stepped out of the hall. Raising her eyebrows, she said, "Coming back and shouting like that, do you think this is a training ground?" Whenever Shang Xiu saw this sister, his troubles would vanish. He pulled her sleeve and led her to sit down at the table in the hall, sighing, "Xuan'er, you don't know this, but I heard that Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang have proclaimed themselves Generals of Heaven, Earth, and Man, and declared to the world that the Azure Heaven is dead and the Yellow Heaven..." "When the emperor is established, the Han dynasty is over, and the Great Sage will emerge. Just now I saw the people in the city responding to Zhang Jiao's summons, writing characters in white clay to indicate some auspicious time. They are clearly listening to the Yellow Turban rebels' heretical words. Tell me, should I be angry or not?" Although Shang Xuan was only sixteen, she was quite literate, even more so than her brother. Having heard much from her father, she had some understanding of the state of the world. Upon hearing her brother's words, she chuckled softly, leaving Shang Xiu bewildered, wondering why she was laughing. At that moment, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, extremely captivating.
Shang Xuan laughed for a long time before stopping and adjusting her expression. Her beautiful eyes, which had been fixed on her brother, suddenly shifted, and she replied, "Brother, don't you always say that Xuan'er has a woman's perspective? Why do you ask again today?" Wan'er, who was pouring tea for the two of them, listened from the side and smiled, "Miss, since the young master is asking, he must have been tricked again. He can't find a confidant in the martial arts hall, so he came to you to complain." Shang Xiu took the tea offered by Wan'er, smiled at this pretty, charming, and understanding maid, and sighed, "Wan'er understands me best." Although she was a maid, the two of them never treated her as a servant. Shang Xiu's father even intended for Wan'er to become his daughter-in-law.
Shang Xuan rested his chin on his hand and stared at Wan'er for a moment, then glanced around before saying quietly, "Then why did you ask Xuan'er when you were only talking to Wan'er?" Shang Xiu was taken aback by his sister's displeasure when his father, Shang Zhi, rushed in from outside. He exclaimed, "Disaster! Disaster! Xiu'er, Xuan'er, come here quickly!" The two stood up in surprise. Shang Xiu saw that his father had a decree in his hand and asked, "Father, what disaster has occurred?" Shang Xuan, who was beside him, also asked, "Has the Yellow Turban rebels arrived?" Sweat beaded on Shang Zhi's forehead as he said, "Chen Ru, the deputy general under Zhang Jiao, is leading ten thousand troops and is approaching the walls of Gaoyang City." It was only about thirty li. This army took a sneak attack by taking a roundabout route through the mountains, and even the spies were kept in the dark for a while. Most of the people in the city had already packed their belongings and were preparing to leave. Some people in the city believed the Yellow Turbans and even advised the lord to surrender the city. Shang Xuan looked at his brother in panic, but seeing his calm expression, his heart calmed down a little. He heard him slowly say, "Father, although the Yellow Turban rebels are numerous, they are still the forces of Bihe. However, we cannot confront them head-on. How about we first feign surrender and then launch a coordinated attack from within and without?" Shang Zhi knew that he was full of tricks and said, "Go on!"
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These Han Dynasty officials, who were born into noble families and held honor and integrity above all else, when the city fell and the army was exhausted, didn't they all surrender like stray dogs to protect their families and wives?
What integrity, what loyalty? Human will is utterly powerless against absolute force. A group of cowardly scholars, unable to even kill a chicken, climbed to the position of city guard, yet were powerless to protect the city and its people. Such trash, I spit on them!
The city guard's forehead was smeared with the Yellow Turban general's saliva, but the humiliation did not change the panicked and contemptible expression on his face. His lips trembled as he said, "Spare me... spare me..." He was probably just a pitiful worm, a sycophant who managed to crawl his way up in a corrupt dynasty. Thinking this, the Yellow Turban general slowly drew his sword. The cold glint of it flashed before the city guard's eyes, and the fearful minister finally dared to speak boldly like an advisor: "General, spare my life! General, spare my life!" With a "whoosh!" the city guard's voice fell silent instantly. His armor split open and fell to the ground, revealing a bald head dripping with cold sweat.
The general laughed wildly, saying, "Where is the city guard's beautiful daughter?" The city guard, just waking from his fear, suddenly heard his daughter's sweet
, angry voice. The Yellow Turban general's expression shifted. He saw a young girl being pushed a few feet in front of him, surrounded by soldiers. She was exceptionally beautiful and alluring, and his heart stirred.
At this moment, she glared at him angrily, her two seemingly delicate feet firmly planted, refusing to kneel. She shouted, "Traitor! Let's see how long you can be so smug!" The beauty's anger, her spirited and heroic demeanor, aroused a desire to conquer her. The
Yellow Turban general smiled contemptuously, moved closer, grabbed the girl's chin, and lifted her face to face him. He smiled and said, "In terms of courage, you far surpass your father. Unfortunately, this is not the time to test courage." He then turned to the still-kneeling city guard and said, "I will spare the city guard's life for now. If you do not serve me obediently before I leave the city, I will first cut off his hands, then his upper arms, his shoulders… If you care about your father and yourself, you should know what to do." ********** That night
, the Yellow Turban soldiers had completely occupied the city and sent messengers to contact other Yellow Turban followers. The city garrison's residence was being used as the temporary headquarters of Yellow Turban General Chen Ru.
"Ugh... I'm going to be touched by that bastard again tonight..."
The girl was Shang Xuan. The real city garrison and his family had already left as planned. The officials were all trusted subordinates of her father, Shang Zhi—loyal, reliable, bold, and meticulous—and thus could deceive Chen Ru.
Although Shang Xuan was unrestrained, her internal energy was restricted, preventing her from exerting any strength. If Chen Ru returned tonight and attempted to rape her, she would be like a lamb in a wolf's den, completely at his mercy. But she felt no fear, for as always, she had absolute confidence in her brother Shang Xiu's plan.
She deliberately concealed her unique charm, donning various gaudy and vulgar clothes to play the role of the city garrison's daughter.
But before the plan succeeded, she had to feign despair and indignation, as her brother had instructed, to feign resistance and offer resistance. If she was going to act, she had to act the whole way, until the very end. Chen Ru was Zhang Bao's trusted general, far from being a reckless brute like Yan Zheng or Cheng Yuanzhi. But the worst thing a person can do is fail to see their own shortcomings, and Chen Ru's weakness was his lust.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Shang Xuan's shoulders trembled, showing he was in a state of high tension and vigilance. In Chen Ru's eyes, he looked like a frightened little jade rabbit trapped in a cage, unsure of what to do.
Chen Ruxian flashed a confident smile, a smile that contained not only the excitement of soon possessing this stunning beauty, but also the satisfaction of achieving his military objective and the vengeful thrill of witnessing the Han army's repeated defeats.
He hated the court, hated the corrupt officials in power, and hated everything that stood in Zhang Jiao's way. He moved closer, grabbed Shang Xuan's shoulder, turned her body around, and stared at her with a strange light in his eyes, as if he could see right through her.
"May I ask, Miss, where is the City Guard's wife?"
Startled by his gaze and the unexpectedness of his words, Shang Xuan trembled slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly replied, "My mother... she's not in the city. Oh... you... you're hurting me..." Chen Ru released her hands, his gaze still fixed on her, and smiled, "Why do you look so different from the City Guard? May I ask where your wife is from?" Shang Xuan turned to face him, trying to remain calm, and said, "My mother is from beyond the Great Wall." As Chen Ru listened, he sat down at a table in the room, then suddenly fell silent, leaving Shang Xuan wondering what he was thinking.
Chen Ru silently looked her up and down for a long time, making her feel uneasy. Her jade-like fingers nervously twisted her sleeves, but then she heard him suddenly say, "Take it off! Take off all your clothes." Shang Xuan's fair face was smeared with rouge, but she dared not disobey him. Well, that's how the plan was. Until the very end, she had to be loyal to the plan, otherwise it would be an even more terrible failure.
She bit her lip tightly, and her jade-like hands slowly moved to the belt that bound her slender waist. Just as she was about to pull it open, Chen Ru suddenly spoke again, saying, "Why does Miss suddenly obey me so readily? Don't you hate me to the bone?" Shang Xuan couldn't think of a response for a moment. This man was really annoying! Humiliating her wasn't enough, he also had to play with her! Her heart clenched with anger, and she exclaimed, "You... then what exactly do you want!" Her genuine expression this time only helped to cover up Chen Ru's suspicions.
As expected, Chen Ru laughed and said, "Then please continue, Miss." Shang Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of displaying her body, which she was always so proud of, in front of this scoundrel filled her with shame and resentment. Despite her thoughts, under his gaze, her hands obediently untied layer after layer of her silk robes, sliding down to her delicate jade feet. Inch by inch, her fair skin shone brightly in the candlelight, exuding a youthful fragrance.
Shang Xuan felt his gaze pierce her smooth, beautiful body like a knife. Her delicate shoulders and jade legs were now fully exposed. Suppressing her shyness, she closed her eyes and reached for her last piece, the small bodice, untying the silk knot. At that moment, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
Her most cherished and precious body was being admired here by this despicable scoundrel, and the one who had painstakingly planned this scheme was none other than her beloved brother. Why did it have to be this way?
But…if…if that were my brother…
Shang Xuan’s bright eyes opened again, but her eyeliner was covered by tears. Chen Ru’s indistinct image before the candlestick seemed to transform into Shang Xiu’s handsome face. At this moment, the last covering on her body slipped to the ground, and the entire picturesque scene of eroticism was fully revealed to Chen Ru. At this very moment, a faint smile appeared on Shang Xuan’s face, a smile as beautiful as a fairy, as sweet as candied fruit, completely captivating Chen Ru’s heart.
He found himself involuntarily standing up, drawn by the unprecedented beauty before him. His hands, no longer satisfied with the pleasure of his eyes, began to gently caress her smooth, soft skin, starting from her slender, curved shoulders.
His devilish hand awakened Shang Xuan from his momentary dream. He wasn’t his brother; he was still that hateful bastard! Shang Xuan subconsciously withdrew her hands, as if embracing her increasingly prominent breasts to conceal the two small peach blossoms at their peaks, once again displaying the shy and charming demeanor of a young girl.
Chen Ru moved behind her, looking down at the undulating peaks embraced by her hands, feeling a burning heat in his heart. His waist was pressed tightly against the girl's round, pink buttocks, and he could almost fully feel the youthful heat emanating from her. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Let go of my hands." At this moment, Shang Xuan wanted nothing more than to kill him to escape this shameful and humiliating situation. Hearing his words, she could only helplessly release her hands, letting his wolfish gaze sweep over her sensitive breasts. Her existing anxiety intensified, and even with her unwavering faith in Shang Xiu, she couldn't help but secretly pray that her brother would appear soon to relieve her humiliation.
Just as Shang Xuan gritted her teeth, thinking her delicate breasts were about to be roughly kneaded, Chen Ru grabbed her wrist and gave a strange command: "Knead them yourself, harder." Shang Xuan's long, slender legs trembled uncomfortably, and even the soft, downy hair at the base of her thighs quivered slightly, like a lamb before a hungry tiger. After a quick glance at Chen Ru, she helplessly lowered her beautiful neck, the delicate silver chain around her neck dangling down. Her hands gently covered her breasts, and under the pressure of Chen Ru's gaze, her slender fingers curled and sank into her soft breasts. A tingling sensation in her chest made Shang Xuan feel unbearably embarrassed, and she closed her beautiful eyes again. Soon, she realized that her fingers were gradually gaining the strength to caress, and Chen Ru was gently biting and sucking near her ear, intensifying the tingling sensation with each touch.
This strange, pleasurable sensation threw Shang Xuan into a frenzy, her face flushing even more. She herself wondered: What was happening? How could she feel pleasure from being violated by such a villain?
In a flash of silver light, Chen Ru noticed that her delicate hands and feet were bound with thin silver chains. But what caught his attention even more were Shang Xuan's increasingly heaving breasts, which, stimulated by her own body, began to react.
"Mmm..."
Another intense tingling sensation washed over her, and Shang Xuan trembled, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Although she noticed the other man gently kneading and rubbing her slender waist and buttocks, she, being inexperienced, was powerless to resist, completely at his mercy. Chen Ru was overjoyed. His movements became even more vigorous. He deliberately allowed Shang Xuan to arouse her own desire, gradually weakening her resistance, so that she would willingly offer herself. He was just one step away from making this beautiful and refined young woman submit obediently.
A series of silver bells jingled from the chains adorning Shang Xuan's body, jolting the young girl's resolve to defend her chastity. Shang Xuan, her naked body trembling, jerked free from Chen Ru's embrace, retreating more than ten steps. One hand covered her chest, the other her lower body, her lips trembling slightly, panting softly.
What should she do? Her brother hadn't arrived yet, but Chen Ru had already made his move. At this moment, she was in utter confusion, unable to let Chen Ru see through her scheme, yet unwilling to let this scoundrel take advantage of her again. She was completely at a loss.
Chen Ru slowly moved closer, and she retreated, but being completely naked, the situation was both tense and extremely embarrassing. Seeing the beautiful woman's disheveled state, Chen Ru suddenly laughed and said, "This game, though interesting, is about to end." "What game!? You traitor... Ah!" Shang Xuan was both angry and ashamed, but Chen Ru suddenly moved forward with lightning speed. Before she could react, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Shang Xuan was
quite agile. She rolled over, pulled up the blanket, and covered herself. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger and hatred as she stared at Chen Ru. This bastard, why did he suddenly become so rough?
Chen Ru coldly said, "If you won't drink the toast, you'll have to drink the penalty cup." With that, he leaped on top of her, grabbed the blanket with both hands, and pulled it outward with force. Shang Xuan was startled and tried desperately to pull the blanket, but her strength was far inferior to his. With a "hiss," the blanket was torn in two. Ignoring the fact that
she was completely exposed, Shang Xuan kicked Chen Ru with her jade foot in shame and anger. Chen Ru calmly held her delicate pink feet in his palms and said, "Miss, if you don't want to be crippled, it's best not to move around." He then applied slight pressure to his hands.
"Ah..." Shang Xuan cried out in pain, her crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowing. A sharp pain shot through her ankle, forcing her to abandon her attempt to turn away. Following Chen Ru's instructions, she relaxed her entire body, her two jade-like legs now parted, revealing a clearly visible, alluring pink cleavage between the pubic hair.
"That's right." Chen Ru smiled slightly, gently kneading her soft, boneless pink feet with both hands, then moving upwards along her legs. The girl's skin was sensitive and delicate, leaving faint red marks with each gentle press, making him reluctant to let go.
"Should I give up?" Shang Xuan's eyes were tightly closed, tears welling in her eyes. A burning, tingling sensation ran through her chest as her tender nipples were bitten and sucked. Despite the pain in her heart, her body obediently experienced waves of mild pleasure. Then she felt his hand slowly move to her most private place... The silver chain flashed suddenly, reflecting in Shang Xuan's tear-filled eyes. She bit her lip sharply, and with both hands, which were originally placed flat on either side, she struck Chen Ru's temples with all her might. Although she had lost her internal energy, if she could hit him head-on, she could make this bastard dizzy.
But she underestimated his strength. Chen Ru snorted, grabbed her slender wrist, glanced at her coldly, and then twisted it slightly. A faint cracking sound of bones breaking and a girl's scream rang out at the same time.
Chen Ru lowered her half-broken jade wrists, his hands no longer as gentle as before. His rough fingers began to roughly knead the girl's tender breasts, arbitrarily shaping them into various forms. With a wide-open mouth, he left terrifying teeth marks, slightly oozing blood, on the two jade peaks. He continued, "It seems I, Chen, am still too kind-hearted. Since Miss does not cherish my gentleness, I can only treat you as an ordinary prisoner." Why hasn't my brother arrived yet? Shang Xuan's belief completely wavered. She felt waves of sharp pain in her chest telling her the cruel reality. She groaned in agony. Her body, pampered since childhood, her most cherished beautiful body, was only left to satisfy this bastard she hated. What she hated most was that the way he treated her body so roughly seemed to contain some kind of technique, allowing her to experience a strange pleasure even in pain. She could no longer see the things in front of her; her eyes were filled with tears.
"Spread your legs and lift them up yourself with your hands,"
Chen Ru coldly commanded. Seeing Shang Xuan biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and remaining silent, he flipped his hand, and with a series of "slaps," accompanied by Shang Xuan's painful groans, he heavily slapped her chest and legs, leaving behind terrible handprints.
Shang Xuan knew she was powerless to resist, and even felt fear towards Chen Ru's violence. She turned her face away, and as tears soaked into the pillow she was lying on, she spread her beautiful legs apart, and with her crippled wrist, she wrapped her thighs, displaying her private parts. Her buttocks appeared even more rounded and full in this position, breathtakingly beautiful.
Chen Ru massaged her sculpted buttocks a few times with both hands, and with his right hand, he slightly parted Shang Xuan's vulva with two fingers, revealing a peach-pink color inside, incredibly delicate. He glanced at Shang Xuan's pitiful face, and slowly inserted his fingers into that slit.
Shang Xuan trembled violently, feeling a foreign object being inserted into her lower body. She was powerless to resist, watching helplessly as her private parts, which she dared not touch herself, were manipulated at will. Tears, which had begun to dry, welled up again in her reddened eyes.
This incomparably beautiful virgin body excited Chen Ru immensely. He decided to thoroughly humiliate this girl, and the first step was to arouse her. He opened his mouth wide, his wet tongue meticulously licking and rubbing her delicate petals, while his fingers moved inside, stimulating the girl's sensitive, tight flesh.
Shang Xuan had never experienced such stimulation before. Under his actions, her body trembled uncontrollably. The teasing between her legs caused her body to gradually heat up, filling her with unbearable shame. How could she have been aroused by this bastard's manipulation?
Chen Ru watched as drops of nectar seeped from the girl's flower palace, and her beautiful breasts began to heave. He knew that the stubborn girl's will was beginning to weaken. He withdrew his wet fingers from her jade gate and grinned lewdly, "So, Miss has a masochistic tendency. Otherwise, where would all this 'water' come from? Turn around and stick your buttocks out." Under this stimulation, Shang Xuan was covered in fragrant sweat, her mouth uttering incoherent words. The feeling of shame and embarrassment left her speechless, and she didn't even have the courage to curse. Although she was usually clever and quick-witted, she was still young after all. In this situation, she was no match for the worldly Chen Ru. Finally, under the pain of his slaps, she turned around. Just as she raised her jade buttocks to face away from him, her heart suddenly trembled. She knew what he was about to do.
"Brother..."
Shang Xuan lay prone on the bed, her pink buttocks raised in this shameful posture, her eyes closed and teeth clenched, silently repeating the word "brother" in her heart. At that moment, a fierce shout and the sound of clashing weapons came from outside, and flames appeared everywhere in the city, which had fallen into a state of battle.
Seeing the look of shock on her face, Chen Ru slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against her jade-like back, and sneered, "A mere trick can only fool a fool, but it can never outwit me, Chen Ru. I've heard there's a heroic young man in the city named Shang Xiu. Do you know him or anything about him, Miss?" Shang Xuan's heart trembled, and all color drained from her face. He actually knew about her brother, Shang Xiu. So… Chen Ru caressed her jade-like buttocks, his expression utterly calm, and continued, "You've been waiting for him to come, haven't you? Miss Shang Xuan?" Shang Xuan could no longer bear it. She rolled over recklessly, her voice trembling, "You…" Chen Ru pressed her down onto the bed, gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, and said harshly, "I've already laid countless skilled men in my mansion, just waiting for him to take the bait; as for that feigned surrender, I don't even consider it a threat." Shang Xuan suddenly understood why her brother hadn't arrived yet, and why the shouts outside the city were deafening. She finally cruelly understood everything. In that instant, the feeling that everything had become futile transformed her gaze from anger and shame into sorrow and despair. This was the battlefield of a chaotic world, not a game of chess for children to play on paper. Even with Chen Ru's erect penis pressed against her vulva, she had no time to care.
He had known all along, yet he had allowed her to put on this ridiculous show, to suffer his humiliation and deception. Before this, she had clung to a strong hope, but in the end, at the moment of penetration, everything shattered into mocking fragments.
"Brother... Xuan'er is coming to keep you company..."
Shang Xuan's gaze fell again on the silver chain in her hand, a thought rising in her mind: she would escape with her virginity intact, she would die with her brother, and be his beloved wife in the underworld. With the thought of fighting to the death, the blocked true energy within her body surged forth, instantly increasing her strength. She forcefully pushed off with her jade legs, slamming them heavily against Chen Ru's lower abdomen.
Chen Ru was surprised to find that her inner strength had recovered. With a single kick, she had the power to send him flying upwards, coughing up blood. Caught off guard, he was severely injured.
What followed was an even more astonishing turn of events.
"Bang!"
A corner of the tiled roof suddenly split open, and amidst the flying dust and stones, a figure flashed out, a sharp spear piercing Chen Ru's skull. Blood gushed out, staining the entire room with crimson blossoms. The
surrounding scenery was dreamlike, and Shang Xiu's figure resembled a war god amidst blood-red clouds. Although Chen Ru was more intelligent than Shang Xiu, he was still no match for the spear in Shang Xiu's hand.
In a fleeting moment, Shang Xuan saw her brother's swift figure rush towards her, wrapping her naked body in a long robe, then lifting her up in one swift motion. His other hand held the spear piercing Chen Ru's head, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face as he weakly said, "Mission accomplished." Shang Xuan noticed blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, realizing his body was covered in countless wounds, large and small, including a deep, bone-revealing gash on his right arm. Blood soaked through her robe, and she stammered, "Brother… your wounds…" Shang Xiu, seeing the marks of violence on his sister's body, felt a tender mix of love and pity in his eyes—the joy of regaining a precious treasure mixed with the guilt of being unable to save her. He softly said, "Brother is alright, don't make a sound. We'll be safe once we're out of the city. Hold on tight." Shang Xuan tightly clung to her brother's strong neck, her heart overflowing with joy. She held on tightly, afraid of losing the most important person in her heart, the person for whom she was willing to give everything.
Everything that had frightened her in the past was gone now.
"Brother... I won't let you suffer like this again." His voice was so weak, yet it resonated powerfully in Shang Xuan's heart. Those few words were enough to calm her, allowing her to easily escape the nightmare she had just experienced.
This close physical contact seemed to connect the brother and sister's bodies and minds, making her heart pound. The excitement she felt far surpassed any seductive maneuvers Chen Ru had employed. Her brother didn't need to do anything; just holding her made her cheeks flush and her breath come in soft gasps.
Shang Xiu, carrying his younger sister, reached the highest pavilion in the city and, with all his might, shouted, "Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army! Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army!" His shout was powerful, like a thunderclap, seemingly capable of silencing the entire city of Gaoyang.
Shang Xuan looked down and realized what it meant to have a single call to arms. The Han army below immediately erupted in shouts, while the Yellow Turban soldiers were thrown into chaos. The situation between the two armies had been completely reversed by the assassination miracle orchestrated by Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan.
Suddenly, Shang Xiu felt a soft warmth on his lips; it was his sister, overcome with passion, kissing him. Shang Xiu, thinking his sister had kissed him in a moment of excitement during the crisis, asked, "Xuan'er...you're not hurt?" Shang Xuan, seemingly reluctant to leave her brother's arms, whispered, "Luckily...luckily you arrived in time, otherwise...Xuan'er would...would have lost her virginity to that scoundrel..." Hearing this, Shang Xiu felt a jolt, as if a great weight had been lifted from his chest. It was as if he had only just realized his own physical condition. His gaze towards his sister suddenly became unfocused, and he swayed precariously. Seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately jumped down, supporting his severely injured body, and gently said, "This time, it's Xuan'er's turn to protect brother." **********
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Although Chen Ru had ordered a city-wide curfew to prevent internal strife and had prepared troops for contingencies, ambushing strongholds within the city, the Han army had bribed a Yellow Turban deputy general to reveal the city's layout, allowing them to prepare a counterattack at their leisure.
However, when the Han army, disguised as civilians, launched their attack, the surprise force fell into a Han ambush and was completely annihilated, rendering Chen Ru's plans futile.
One of them, wearing a turban and Confucian robes, had a dignified bearing, handsome features, and a long sword at his waist. Hearing Shang Xiu's earth-shattering shout, he laughed and said, "Brother Shang Xiu truly deserves to be the number one in Youzhou. With such martial arts skills and such spirit, he will surely become a dragon or a phoenix in the future." Another man looked down into the city and saw that the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted. The Yellow Turban soldiers were defeated like a landslide under the shifting tide. Those with weak wills had already surrendered. He said, "Xiu'er is indeed exceptional in martial arts, but if it weren't for Yuanzhi's plan within a plan, how could we have defeated Chenru and protected Gaoyang?" He was Shang Zhi. The young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was named Xu Shu. He was from Yingchuan. He had studied with Shang Xiu in his early years and later traveled around. Hearing that Gaoyang was in trouble, he came to help.
Xu Shu smiled slightly and continued, "Miss Xuan, at the tender age of sixteen, is willing to venture into the lion's den; she is a heroine of both wisdom and courage. Whoever can marry her will be blessed with immense fortune." Shang Zhi tentatively said, "Yuanzhi is a man of great talent, and he is quite a match for Xuan..." Xu Shu was startled, realizing his slip of the tongue, and quickly bowed, saying, "Yuanzhi is merely a scholar from Yingchuan, while Miss Xuan is naturally beautiful. Yuanzhi is by no means a suitable match for you." After saying this, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "I heard that Yan Zheng has received General Zhang Bao's orders and led 50,000 troops directly towards the strategic cities of Youzhou." Hearing of Chen Ru's defeat, they will surely attack. Gaoyang may be difficult to defend, my lord…” Shang Zhi turned his head, watching his own troops storm the prefect's mansion with overwhelming momentum, and calmly replied, “The city stands, the people stand; the city falls, the people die!” Xu Shu was shocked and said, “Where there's life, there's hope! My lord…” Shang Zhi sighed, “I am already fifty years old. What regret would I have if I died? Yuanzhi must help me take Xiu'er and Xuan'er away. The Han Dynasty is beyond saving. I advise Xiu'er to submit to a wise ruler, settle down, and find a good husband for Xuan'er.” The Han Dynasty is beyond saving…?
Xu Shu knew that Shang Xiu was determined to leave and could not persuade him otherwise. He straightened his clothes, stood respectfully, and knelt before him, saying, "Yuanzhi kowtows on behalf of Brother Shangxiu." Shangzhi watched this exceptionally intelligent and refined scholar kowtow three times and smiled, saying, "Yuanzhi should also strive to improve himself and think more about protecting and benefiting the people. With your wisdom and Xiu'er's abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the future." Having said this, he waved his hand and said, "Go!"
Xu Shu performed the junior's farewell ceremony again before slowly retreating.
He did not seek to climb the social ladder, but only to display his learning!
A
true man should think of upholding righteousness to protect the world and the people; what can a mere woman do?
Chen Ruzhi's death was merely the death of one of the "thirty-six factions" of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Cheng Yuanzhi, who came with his army, had already pacified the southern part of Youzhou, including cities like Gaoyang and Hejian, in less than a day. The Han army was powerless to resist, and the cities surrendered at the mere sight of them. General He Jin ordered his generals Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song, and Lu Zhi to lead troops to suppress the rebels. However, the rebel army was overwhelming, and the Han army could only adopt a defensive posture for the time being, waiting for their strength to wane.
Shang Xuan listened silently to the intelligence his brother had received and asked, "Then what are your plans, brother?" Shang Xiu had been recuperating from his injuries for nearly a month, diligently practicing spear, sword, and archery techniques every day. His unwavering will and strong perseverance were something even Shang Xuan had never witnessed. Now, knowing that his father had perished with the city, he was inspired by that spirit of loyalty and resolved to join the army. With Xu Shu's help, Wan'er escaped from Gaoyang and, after reuniting with the two, fled to Fanyang, finding a dilapidated house to stay in temporarily.
Although Xu Shu was quite skilled in swordsmanship, he knew that fighting on the battlefield was not his forte; strategizing was his forte. After discussing with Shang Xiu, he decided to join a warlord who had troops and generals but lacked a good strategist to suppress the rebels.
Shang Xiu slowly drew the sword given to him by his father from his waist and sighed, "I heard that Prefect Liu Yan of Youzhou is recruiting soldiers. I will go to enlist at dawn and fight on the battlefield." Shang Xuan took her brother's hand and said softly, "Xuan'er wants to go with you." Her tone and demeanor were still like that of the little girl who loved to act cute and charming, as if she had never experienced any storms. This was exactly the kind of demeanor that Shang Xiu liked best.
Shang Xiu placed his hands on hers and said, "Xuan'er is a girl, how can she go to war?" Shang Xuan retorted, "Xuan'er has learned swordsmanship and horsemanship, what's wrong with that?" Shang Xiu smiled and shook his head, patting his sister's smooth face gently, and said softly, "The Yellow Turban rebels are all bark and no bite. Zhang Jiao is just a failed scholar, what knowledge does he have? Trust me, I will defeat the rebels and return in less than a year." He added in a low voice, "More importantly, Wan'er is still young. Xuan'er must stay here obediently and protect her for her brother." Shang Xuan's body trembled, a piercing bitterness welling up in her heart. She knew clearly that Wan'er becoming her brother's wife was gradually becoming a reality, but she could not express her feelings. Whenever she saw the two of them being intimate, she could only hide alone to the side, covering her ears and refusing to listen, so that the intense jealousy could not grow in her heart. Just as
Shang Xiu was about to persuade her to go back to bed, Shang Xuan suddenly sobbed and rushed over to hug him tightly. He sighed inwardly. His sister, accustomed to a life of luxury, was now dressed in coarse linen, her meals simple and frugal. He, on the other hand, was burdened with responsibilities and unable to stay to care for her, instead relying on her to raise Wan'er. A wave of intense guilt washed over him.
Another thing that made him feel even more guilty was his inappropriate thoughts about this beautiful sister. From childhood, every smile, every joy, every sorrow of hers had haunted his thoughts and dreams, especially since the battle of Gaoyang, when the two siblings had endured great hardship together, their bond had only grown stronger. But… the hand that had wanted to hold his sister's slender waist reluctantly lowered, and he gently patted the back of her neck with his other hand. Was this the limit a brother could do?
Shang Xuan, however, was unwilling to let go. No one could predict what would happen tomorrow, and this might be the only chance to tell the truth.
"Brother..."
The young woman in his arms gently stepped back. To Shang Xiu's astonishment and disbelief, Shang Xuan removed her clothes. A patch of moonlight shone through the broken roof, and she stood gracefully in the moonlight, her fair skin, delicate arms and legs, her jade-like breasts and rounded buttocks displayed before her brother in her most beautiful form, her steps unpretentious.
Though completely naked, her slightly flushed, bright and beautiful eyes stared directly at her brother, containing not only affection but also courage; it seemed that a single glance could reveal the depths of her heart. That single glance felt like a thousand horses galloping through Shang Xiu's heart, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The brother and sister faced each other within five feet of each other, the surroundings so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Shang Xiu took a deep breath to suppress his trembling heart, quickly moved over, and draped a long robe over his sister. He spoke softly behind her, "Xuan'er is still young; you don't quite understand the difference between brotherly and sisterly affection and romantic love." Shang Xuan turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment. She said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er has always understood. Father is dead; must I pretend to be confused, brother?" Shang Xiu's heart churned like a raging storm, but his face remained impassive. He forced a smile and said, "Heaven has its principles, and humanity has its fundamental relationships. Xuan'er is more educated than I am; you should understand this." He suddenly remembered his father's dying wish: to choose a good husband for Xuan'er. But now, he harbored wicked thoughts? Especially at this crucial moment?
Besides…
Wan’er’s clear voice called from outside: “Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan. The wine is warm.” “Disregarding morality and human ethics, punishable by both heaven and man; Xuan’er, never mention this again.” Shang Xuan heard Shang Xiu finish speaking these words indifferently, then turn his back and leave. A pang of pain shot through her heart, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away and followed him.
In this generation, where else could she find someone like him besides her brother, with whom she had grown up? Even if her brother was a fool, she was not a fool. But who was more capable and more trustworthy than her foolish brother?
From childhood to adulthood, his exemplary conduct among his peers, his calm and composed demeanor, and his outstanding martial arts skills had been silently built up in her young heart, becoming an unbreakable heroic image. Even though there had been many talented young men like Xu Shu around her, they all paled in comparison to her brother.
She wanted no one but him.
As
the sun set and the new moon rose, the dilapidated city was shrouded in night.
The three sat around a table laden with exquisite dishes and wine, a feast for the eyes, seemingly incongruous with the humble dwelling, all the work of Wan'er's skillful hands. Wan'er, accustomed to serving, even at the table, took on the task of refilling his cup. Remembering that Shang Xiu was about to be summoned to war, both women, though preoccupied with their own thoughts, forced smiles as they toasted him in farewell.
Shang Xuan didn't mention the earlier incident, her words and expressions showing no sign of distress, which reassured Shang Xiu, who believed she had understood everything and would obediently stay with Wan'er.
That night, after his sister had fallen asleep, Shang Xiu carried Wan'er out of the house to the peach tree in front of the door. Wan'er, knowing full well what was going on, blushed and allowed him to place her beside the tree.
Shang Xiu wiped away her tears with his fingertips and smiled, "Silly girl, didn't we agree not to cry?" But thinking that they were no longer host and guest, and that he, Shang Xiu, was Wan'er's only support, he felt a pang of sorrow even in this tender moment, considering the pain of parting forever. How much more so for Wan'er? Just
as Shang Xiu was about to speak again, Wan'er hugged him tightly, forcibly suppressing her sobs, and whimpered, "Let Wan'er serve Brother Xiu one more time." Shang Xiu remained silent, only gently stroking her increasingly graceful back and waist. He saw her delicate shoulders gradually stop trembling.
With Wan'er's yielding movement, Shang Xiu's hand untied the white, cloud-like skirt and trousers. With a lift, a garment fell to the ground, revealing the girl in his arms, delicate as snow, her beautiful eyes, slightly tearful, filled with deep affection. All his ambitions and aspirations vanished in an instant, replaced by waves of tender affection.
It was the time when the waning moon was setting and the new moon was rising; the moon was not visible at night, but the sky was full of stars and the Big Dipper shone brightly. Soothed by Shang Xiu's hands, Wan'er suppressed her shyness, gazed up at the magnificent stars, and softly asked, "Brother Xiu, do you know where you are among the stars?" She had been intelligent since childhood, and besides serving Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan daily, she studied literature and characters by their side. She especially loved astrology, enjoying observing the stars and their seasonal changes. Although Shang Xiu didn't quite believe her, seeing her earnest expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Then where am I?" Wan'er's expression suddenly changed, her eyes flashing with a strange light as she pointed to a new star near the northeast in the night sky. That star shone brightly, making all the surrounding stars pale in comparison. She slowly said, "That is Brother Shang's star of destiny. You will encounter the stars of the north; this is something that will happen soon. The Yellow Turban rebels defied the heavens, and the appearance of a death star on the horizon is a harbinger of their defeat." Shang Xiu embraced her, speechless with astonishment. Wan'er, however, seemed to believe it wholeheartedly, and continued, "When people die, they turn into a corner of the stars. After Wan'er dies, I wish to remain beside Brother Xiu's star, to pray for you forever." After saying this, she turned her face to face Shang Xiu, nestled close to his chest, and whispered, "Good brother, hurry up and cherish Wan'er, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back my tears again." In other people's eyes, she was just a maid with a more outstanding appearance, but Shang Xiu knew very well that she was by no means an ordinary person—although she never mentioned the story before she was adopted as a maid.
Watching the two warm, soft mounds of jade in his palms change like clouds under his caresses, Shang Xiu broke the silence, whispering in his wife's ear, "Wan'er, even now, you still don't intend to tell me everything?" His gentleness made Wan'er tremble slightly, but she shook her head gently, her slender arms rolling behind his neck, rubbing it tenderly, and she sighed, "If... fate allows us to meet again, Wan'er will tell you everything." Shang Xiu trembled violently, and his movements stopped abruptly. He stopped, then said, "A chance to meet again? Wan'er, did you perhaps foresee my impending death? Is that why you say this?" Wan'er turned over, her jade-like limbs fully revealed beneath her open robe. A mysterious light flickered in her gentle, beautiful eyes, which Shang Xiu found hard to decipher. She said, "Brother Xiu's star of destiny is beginning to shine, a sign of a hidden dragon awakening, waiting to soar to the heavens. This is an auspicious omen. Brother Xiu, there's no need to doubt it; just accept it as it comes." With that, she wrapped her arms around Shang Xiu's lips, sealing his unspoken question with her enchanting lips and tongue.
Wan'er's hair was untied, her long, dark hair casting a soft glow, cascading like a curtain over her delicate shoulders. Apart from the two rosy blushes on her face, she appeared, up close, like a goddess descending from heaven, all traces of her former girlishness gone.
Shang Xiu's heart trembled. He had always regarded Wan'er as a sister, and the two were like siblings. But at this moment, Wan'er's alluring charm made him realize for the first time that she was no longer the weak girl who could only be protected, but his independent and mature wife. Whether this was an illusion or reality did not matter; he only needed to know that the beautiful spirit before him was waiting for him.
"Mmm... Husband..."
Wan'er murmured, unable to resist Shang Xiu's tongue as it roamed freely over her breasts, leaving marks on her fair skin. She could also feel his skilled hands caressing her slender thighs and her vulva, which was covered by pubic hair... She clung tightly to Shang Xiu, her whole body leaning against him like cotton. The two had been intimate for a long time and could respond to each other without words. However, every time they made love, Shang Xiu had a way of making her forget herself completely and let go of all her pride and shame.
"Oh...ah..."
A trickle of spring water and love fluid flowed down his nimble fingers, like drops of saliva on a budding nipple. Even though it was night, a blush of pink could still be seen on his snow-white skin, indicating that she was full of spring and waiting for Shangxiu to pluck her.
"Hmm...hmm..."
Wan'er's petite buttocks were lifted up, and her delicate legs immediately wrapped around her husband's strong waist. With a "thud," his fiery rod broke in. Wan'er felt a surge of heat in her lower body, and her whole body trembled violently. Shangxiu, holding her buttocks, suddenly thrust forward, and his fiery rod penetrated deep into her flower core, causing her to moan softly.
Shangxiu had amazing stamina; he could carry a hundred pounds and still walk dozens of miles. Carrying such a person was effortless for him. But he was in no hurry to make her climax. Instead, he thrust slowly and powerfully, letting her move her body to her preferred rhythm.
Wan'er leaned weakly against his neck, her soft moans and gasps mingling with the fragrant breeze in his ears. Just as she was lost in ecstasy, a strange, piercing scream suddenly rang out. Wan'er, engrossed in their lovemaking, paid no heed; but Shang Xiu, with his soldier's instincts, recognized it as the secret signal his sister Shang Xuan had used since childhood.
He glanced sideways and saw Shang Xuan, about ten feet behind the large tree where they were, leaning against another large tree, peering at them with a look that seemed both resentful and jealous. Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to whisper something to him.
"Oh…!"
Wan'er's slender waist began to writhe, no longer content with the slow intercourse. She shifted her body, her soft moans rising and falling, each more alluring than the last. Shang Xiu watched as Shang Xuan lowered her face and slowly undressed. They stood beneath the same jade-like light, yet the white light seemed to particularly protect Shang Xuan, this celestial beauty, cascading down like silver light, illuminating her firm breasts, slender waist, and plump, pink legs, making them appear even whiter.
The four silver chains he had given his sister were now linked together, hanging before her chest like a silvery cloud along her breasts, breathtakingly beautiful. The white light and her skin were as cold as snow, but her eyes burned with fiery passion as she gazed upon him
. The contrast between hot and cold ignited the forbidden desire within Shang Xiu. He thrust with both hands and waist, making the delicate woman in his arms tremble and writhe in his virility. His eyes, however, were fixed on his younger sister, naked before him, his gaze seemingly wanting to devour her flawless body entirely.
Shang Xuan's lips curled into a seductive smile, which Shang Xiu couldn't hear, but seemed to echo in his mind. He saw his sister's body tremble slightly, her breasts shaking as if an earthquake were raging, stirring his heart. Shang Xuan's movements were like a spell; with a flick of her emerald eyes and a wave of her jade-like hand, she seemed to guide her brother's gaze across her perfect curves.
With a flick of her slender fingers, she lightly touched the side of that cherry-like nipple, and Shang Xiu felt a burst of fresh and delicious flavor in his mouth; her slender waist swayed gently, and the soft, pink flesh of her jade buttocks filled Shang Xiu's beastly eyes; the sash in her delicate hand lightly brushed between her jade breasts, as if letting her own brother also feel that soft and firm touch. The full curves of those jade breasts hung in front of her chest like raindrops, and a faint silver light shone on her snow-white skin.
"Ah ah...! Brother Xiu... Brother... Oh!"
Wan'er's jade breasts rose and fell and trembled from the impact of her brother Xiu's movements, and her heart could not withstand the wild pounding of the fiery rod. Spring water gushed out like a tide, and with a high-pitched moan—she climaxed.
A glint flashed in Shang Xuan's beautiful eyes, a gust of wind rose, and the sash was blown by the wind and fell into the hands of her own brother Shang Xiu. Shang Xuan waved her jade hand in front of her eyes, and he immediately understood, and blindfolded Wan'er's crystal eyes.
"Brother Xiu...?"
Wan'er landed on the ground in a daze, her hands clutching Shang Xiu's hands in a panic. She heard Shang Xiu's gentle voice in her ear: "Tonight, I'm going to let Wan'er taste pleasure she's never experienced before." Shang Xiu's reason was overwhelmed by lust. Wan'er let out a soft cry, and her body was turned around. Her hands could only hold onto the tree trunk, while Shang Xiu gently supported her small buttocks and slender waist, turning her into a position of intercourse with her in front and behind.
"Ah...!"
Her two delicate labia, like flower petals, were parted, and that fire once again entered her jade gate, which was already overflowing with love juice. Everything was pitch black before her eyes, and she had no idea how Shang Xiu would play with her next. A strange sense of unease, combined with the wonderful pleasure that was still surging within her body, created an even more subtle excitement.
Shang Xuan was gradually captivated by Wan'er's excited moans. It wasn't the first time she had witnessed her brother and Wan'er's intimacy, but this time she was openly observing and made a decision: to leave an impression of her beautiful body on her brother's mind. Even Wan'er, as close as she was, couldn't match the understanding between these siblings. Shang Xuan's innate and astonishing charm completely controlled Shang Xiu's will in this situation, making him unable to resist her advances.
The sounds of their bodies colliding were incessant. Shang Xuan's starry eyes were half-open as she watched the fiery lovemaking, her hands falling to her own breasts, gently kneading them.
"Oh...! Brother Xiu... quickly... hold Wan'er... oh..." Wan'er shook her face violently, her long hair flying, crying out repeatedly, desperately seeking caresses. Shang Xiu's eyes reddened slightly as he watched his sister playing with those breasts that could intoxicate any man. His hands naturally responded to his wife's demands, vigorously kneading those two warm mounds. A brother and sister, one fantasizing about playing with her younger sister's beautiful breasts, the other imagining her older brother both roughly and gently teasing her own breasts.
"Mmm...ah...too deep...ahhh...!" Wan'er cried out in ecstasy, while Shang Xiu gradually lost track of who was the protagonist. The three of them were each lost in their own desires, their fiery intercourse continuing intensely, Wan'er's juices splashing all over him. His sister's delicate body was turned to his side, her jade fingers teasing her vulva between her legs, her small mouth slightly open. He didn't hear it, but he "saw" his sister's trembling moans and soft panting.
His sister's pretty face was so pure and ethereal, so wanton and beautiful. One moment she was innocent and pure, the next she was wild and wanton, the contrast of slowness and speed tearing through the defenses of morality.
His fiery rod seemed to replace her slender fingers, slamming into his sister's flower garden, fiercely churning and pounding. His exquisitely beautiful sister, Shang Xuan, writhed and yielded under his thrusts, her passion ignited. Her jade-like crevice gushed forth like a volcanic spring of lustful fluid. The innocent and lively pretty girl had transformed into a stunningly alluring woman who drove men mad.
The two gazed at each other with fervent passion, their eyes wild and bold. The sister watched without restraint as her brother and the woman's fiery rod clashed and throbbed, while the brother shamelessly admired the sight of his beautiful sister masturbating.
A flash of silver—Shang Xuan had removed the silver chain from her neck. She bent her left leg, and the chain slipped between her pink, jade-like legs, sliding between her round, fragrant buttocks, gently rubbing back and forth. She squinted, watching her brother's reaction, slightly arching her back, and lightly scraped the chain against her jade-like crevice and budding flesh. The chain, with its interlocking thin rings, moved up and down like ripples in a flower path, or the varying thickness of the glans and jade
pestle on a fiery rod. Shang Xuan felt waves of pleasure surging through her body, one after another, and most importantly, she felt her brother's burning gaze. From Shang Xiu's perspective, he couldn't see how the silver chain rubbed against his sister's vulva, but he could see the love juice slowly seeping from the chain onto her right leg, flowing down her fair skin.
"Ah...oh...husband...I'm going to lose it...ah..."
Wan'er grabbed Shang Xiu's hand, pulling her petite body up so he could thrust deeper and harder into her. Her alluring buttocks writhed involuntarily, her flower path spasming slightly, tightly gripping the still-thrusting fiery rod. As if sensing her brother's movements, Shang Xuan's hand moved the silver chain even faster, creating a rapid, tinkling sound.
"Ahhh... Oh!"
Wan'er and Shang Xuan, their bodies flushed red, simultaneously tilted their pretty faces back. Amidst a chorus of beautiful, harmonious moans, their vaginal fluids gushed forth. Wan'er's fluids sprayed out in sync with Shang Xiu's wildly ejaculating semen, while Shang Xuan's spurted out in a small jet. Pleasing in front of Wan'er and her brother, he felt as intensely as if he were being fucked by his own brother to the point of multiple orgasms.
All three were panting. Shang Xiu pulled Wan'er into his arms, but his eyes caught sight of the glistening, translucent love juices on the silver chain in his sister's hand. Shang Xuan glanced at him sideways, then gently extended her red tongue, slowly licking the silver chain. Her satisfied expression exuded endless temptation; she certainly wouldn't miss any opportunity to seduce him.
"Brother Xiu..."
Wan'er finally let down her sash, followed by a sweet, passionate kiss, a perfect ending to their lovemaking. Wan'er's tender affection made Shang Xiu feel a pang of guilt, almost causing him to forget all about his impending campaign. When Shang Xiu carried Wan'er, now dressed, back into the house, Shang Xuan was already asleep, a sweet smile on his sleeping face.
Was this all she wanted?
Yes, he was leaving for the army tomorrow, his fate uncertain; thinking about anything else was pointless. He didn't disbelieve Wan'er's words. The concepts of destiny and the end of one's life might have existed since ancient times, but they were always so vague and uncertain. On the battlefield, one relied on the gun in hand and the sword at one's waist, even disregarding life and death. If he couldn't understand this, he would surely die on this mission.
He believed in fate, and he also believed that fate was in his own hands.
Chapter Two: A Small Test of Skill - Zhang Liang's Execution
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As dawn broke, Shang Xiu had already left.
Wan'er groaned and woke to find Shang Xuan sitting by the bedside, seemingly waiting for her to get up. She was usually the one who served this young lady, and this time she was instinctively startled. Just as she was about to sit up, Shang Xuan held her and whispered, "He's gone. We can't stay in this city any longer. We must immediately set off to seek refuge with our uncle's family
in
Nanpi , Hebei
. That's what my brother instructed."
Wan'er whimpered softly, nestled in Shang Xuan's arms, and began to sob. Cry, let the tears dry, and better times will come, won't they? ********** ... The rise of King Wuling of Zhao was precisely because he disregarded the distinction between Han and non-Han peoples, employed only the talented, and broke free from traditional constraints, using non-Han cavalry in battle. This made Zhao a military power for a time. Although it was ultimately destroyed by Qin, it was entirely due to the incompetence of its rulers, not a problem with its governance policies.
This shows that the selection of personnel and the military system are key to survival in chaotic times.
A long howl broke Xu Shu's reverie. He was in a military camp, the camp of General Zhang You, a subordinate of Liu Yan of Youzhou. With his broad knowledge and outstanding thinking, he had become Zhang You's advisor.
"On one side is a giant with immense strength, and on the other is a greenhorn. The giant is one to one, the boy is one to ten!" The boy was Shang Xiu, who had just arrived to report for duty. And this was a place for selecting soldiers to enlist.
Xu Shu found it amusing. He understood that judging people often involved appearance and believed that the large would inevitably be stronger, but only from the eyes could one truly see a person's true nature.
The giant's eyes, like enormous bronze bells, gleamed fiercely, yet concealed a smugness, treating his enemy as nothing—a sure sign of defeat.
Shang Xiu's gaze was deep and unwavering, his sharpness concealed, waiting for the moment to strike decisively, the outcome immediately clear.
The giant, though experienced in combat, would only be a repetition of the same old tricks if he couldn't learn from his mistakes.
Zhang You nodded slightly, and an officer immediately shouted, "Begin!" The axe-wielding giant roared and swung down, Shang Xiu dodged to the side; the giant swung horizontally, Shang Xiu slightly ducked, easily avoiding it; every move of the giant was under Shang Xiu's control. Anticipating the enemy's moves is crucial to gaining the upper hand and finding their weaknesses—the principle is simple. But the speed of each step is the true key to success or failure.
The spear was thin, the axe thick and large—seemingly a disparity in strength, but the crucial point lay elsewhere.
"Soon!"
a group of officers behind Zhang You shouted first, followed by the soldiers watching from behind.
This man was fully armored, with only one vulnerable spot under his arm.
"Haha, this kid's good at running in circles."
"Deng Ren is the strongest man in our army; dozens of ordinary men are no match for him!" The giant swung his axe repeatedly, attacking with different circular trajectories. His intention was to prevent Shang Xiu from dodging in the narrow area, but this only increased his own stamina consumption and slowed his offensive.
When using strength against weakness, the key is to avoid the strong and target the weak. While a continuous flow of
attacks can utilize the weapon's strengths, once the rhythm is disrupted, all subsequent moves become mere pawns on the chessboard, easily captured by the opponent.
The giant became the core of Shang Xiu's movement, and every move he made was neutralized by Shang Xiu's exquisite footwork.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Shang Xiu used the power of his spear to leap into the air, delivering three consecutive strikes, all landing on the weakest point of the armor. With just a little more force, the spear tip would have pierced through the iron armor and penetrated the giant's chest. Beneath the cold, hard armor, the fragility of flesh was all too apparent.
Why, after years of bloody battles, was he no match for an unknown youth? Was it
a moment of underestimation?
The giant's face changed drastically, his entire body frozen on the ground, staring blankly as Shang Xiu easily landed back down. Xu Shu stole a glance at Zhang You, only to see him nodding repeatedly, clearly very satisfied with Shang Xiu's performance.
His willingness to select Shang Xiu in such an unconventional way was due to Xu Shu's advice, his own keen eye for talent, and his recognition of Shang Xiu's potential. Finally, of course, it was Shang Xiu's feat of shaking Gaoyang with his shout.
The surrounding soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, all knowing that the contest was over.
Zhang You smiled slightly and said, "From today onwards, Shang Xiu, you will remain in the tent." His words were clean and decisive. Xu Shu had chosen this man to follow him precisely because he recognized his wisdom and decisiveness.
Those who could enter the tent to strategize were at least lieutenant generals.
Was the position of lieutenant general so easily attainable? No, trouble was brewing.
"Young man, your skills are not bad. Come, let's have a duel."
Before Shang Xiu could even see the leader's face clearly, a majestic figure had already pounced, his weapon straightforward and without any fancy moves, aimed directly at his chest and ribs.
"Clang! Clang!"
The sound of metal ringing out, silver light flashing, before anyone could even see clearly, Shang Xiu had been forced back seven steps by the opponent's spear, his handsome face flushed red from the excessive force.
What astonishing arm strength!
The newcomer had a rugged face, a long, swallow-tailed beard, eyes like stars, and a voice like thunder. Most terrifying of all was his terrifying martial arts skill. Who was this person?
Shang Xiu knew Zhang You was watching him; he couldn't afford to lose so pathetically. He swung his spear, using the flexibility of the shaft to create a dazzling display of spear shadows, and charged forward.
He rarely used such skillful maneuvers, but facing a formidable enemy, he had no choice but to employ them.
The man laughed heartily, flicking his spear, which struck Shang Xiu's spear tip precisely. Using the momentum, he leaped backward, his skillful use of force and precision earning Shang Xiu's admiration.
"Boy, take this!"
Shang Xiu stopped his still-trembling spearhead, only to be met by a flash of cold light from the side—a broadsword. He thrust and parried with his spear, deflecting the broadsword, then, with a surge of power from his waist, he swung the spearhead, aiming straight for his opponent's lower body.
The parry and thrust were executed in one fluid motion, leaving no opening.
The swordsman shouted "Good!" and without parrying, leaped up, kicking the spear shaft with his right foot. The force was immense, penetrating the shaft and causing Shang Xiu to drop his weapon. The man swung his broadsword at Shang Xiu's shoulder.
Just when everyone, including Zhang You, thought Shang Xiu was finished, Xu Shu remained calm, knowing that Shang Xiu's skills were far from simple.
A loud clang rang out, a flash of sword light appeared, and then, in that frozen instant, swords clashed.
The man flew backward, retreating to the side of the spearman, stroked his long beard, his phoenix eyes gleaming, and smiled faintly, saying, "The younger generation is formidable." From drawing his sword to parrying, his speed was so high that probably no one in the army could match it.
Zhang You suddenly stood up and asked, "Lord Liu, have you defeated Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao?" The one who seemed to be the leader of the three smiled slightly, a respectful and peaceful smile that calmed the mind. He casually replied, "With the strength of the masses, and the assistance of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, I was fortunate enough to defeat them." A soldier stepped forward and presented the heads of Cheng and Deng.
A cheer immediately erupted from the army. The Han army had suffered defeat after defeat recently, but today this man had defeated nearly ten thousand enemies with five hundred local militia; how could their confidence not be greatly boosted?
This man was none other than Liu Bei.
Shang Xiu was at a loss for words when Zhang You moved to the area where the martial arts competition had just taken place, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Lord Liu, I have someone to recommend to you. This young man's surname is Shang, given name is Xiu, courtesy name Zhongyou. He is unparalleled in both military strategy and spear fighting. Lord Liu can employ him as his right-hand man." After saying this, he handed a scroll of documents to Liu Bei.
Xu Shu was secretly observing Liu Bei when he heard this and was taken aback. Didn't this mean that he and Shang Xiu could not work together in the army? But then he thought that Zhang You must have given other orders, so he gave the newly acquired young general Shang Xiu to Liu Bei.
Liu Bei was overjoyed upon hearing this. He took the document, took Shang Xiu's hand, and personally introduced the two experts to him, saying, "These two are my sworn brothers, Guan Yu, courtesy name Yunchang; this is Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide. Brother Shang, there's no need for formalities, just call me elder brother." Zhang Fei laughed heartily and said, "I was saying the Han army had no one, but I didn't expect to run into you, lad, after only a month in the game. Your pistol skills are quite good, let's find an opportunity to have another match." Guan Yu, who had been watching him closely, said at this moment, "I heard that in the battle of Gaoyang against Chen Ru, a young man risked his life to assassinate Chen Ru, causing chaos among the Yellow Turban rebels, but was ultimately defeated by the city's army. Could it be..." "The one who killed Chen Ru was none other than Shang Xiu."
Shang Xiu felt a sense of kinship towards the three, but thinking of his deceased father, his eyes involuntarily reddened.
Liu Bei sighed, "Heroes emerge from among the young. Your father, with such a son, would surely smile in his grave." He sighed again, then opened the document in his hand, exclaiming in surprise, "My teacher, along with Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song, are currently fighting Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang in Yingchuan. I must rush to assist my teacher." This teacher refers to Lu Zhi, the General of the Central Army of Han.
Shang Xiu's heart blazed with fervor; the time to slay the enemy had finally arrived.
He recalled Xu Shu's parting glance, clearly indicating he wanted to discuss something with him.
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... Xu Shu sighed, "Is fate playing tricks on us? Zhongyou and I just met again, and now we have to part again." Shang Xiu smiled and said, "Isn't this better? We can have a proper competition to see who is more capable, instead of just talking about strategy on paper like in class before." Xu Shu drank another cup and said, "I will be going to Daizhou with General Zhang. Zhongyou must be going to Yingchuan, right?" Shang Xiu said in surprise, "You are indeed well-informed." Xu Shu chuckled, but it triggered old memories, and he said, "If Sister Shang Xuan..." "With Wan'er still here, we can listen to them sing and play instruments, instead of the two men drinking alone in silence." Shang Xiu thought of his beloved wife and sister, having never been away from them for so long before, and sighed, "Since we've chosen the battlefield, we naturally have to let go of many things." Xu Shu drank another cup, and smiled, slightly tipsy, "Zhong You, do you know that besides military books and swordsmanship, the things I love to read and listen to most are all about Shang Xuan?" Shang Xiu was stunned; this was the first time he had heard Xu Shu express his feelings for Shang Xuan. Xu Shu sighed deeply, "Back then, my father wanted to give her to me several times, but I politely declined. Do you know why, Zhong You?" If Shang Xiu pretended not to know, he would be lying. Xu Shu spoke for him, revealing the answer: "Shang Xuan has long had a beloved, but... but why has she never told me?" Seeing Shang Xiu remain silent, he added, "Could it be that Zhong You knows who this person is?" Shang Xiu replied calmly, "She never mentions these things to me." Xu Shu shook his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his gaze cleared. He said, "Yes, if that's the case, then I will never mention it again." "Come! Let's drink a cup to celebrate the impending destruction of the Yellow Turbans by our Great Han!" The two men clinked their cups together, their hearts returning to peace. Focus is the key to success.

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