The Legend of Condor Heroes: Huang Rong Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: Playing with Chrysanthemums
. After their meal, Zhao Zhijing should have set off for Xiangyang, but now that he had just captured Huang Rong, he needed to use some methods to subdue her. Secondly, Huang Rong was known as a female strategist, and there was always the possibility of oversights during their journey; if she managed to outmaneuver him, it would be troublesome. After thinking for a moment, he summoned a guard and instructed him to send a few men to escort Da Wu to Xiangyang first, and also to check on Yelü Qi's injuries to see if he could continue. He planned to stay there for a few days with a few men to completely subdue Huang Rong.
Seeing him doing his work, Huang Rong got up and went upstairs. She was only wearing a long dress, and feeling quite uncomfortable with her naked underneath.
Huang Rong hurried upstairs, and taking advantage of Zhao Zhijing's absence, she hurriedly opened her luggage to find medicine, attempting to break free of the control over her internal energy. Unexpectedly, just as she found the medicine bag, Zhao Zhijing smiled and pushed open the door to enter. Helpless, Huang Rong put the things back and said, trying to cover herself, "I need to find some underwear to change into."
Zhao Zhijing didn't point it out and nodded, "Don't rush, we've just eaten. Let's go for a walk to relieve some tension."
Huang Rong pointed to her protruding nipples and said angrily, "Is this how you look?"
"Yes, I'm the same. Doesn't Madam find it comfortable to be so unrestrained?"
Actually, Huang Rong used to love sleeping naked when she was young and didn't mind not wearing underwear. But later, after traveling the world and experiencing many dangers, she developed the habit of sleeping fully clothed. Now, however, she couldn't adapt to it and sneered, "You can, but I can't. You can go by yourself then. I didn't sleep last night and need to rest early."
"Haha, eating and going to bed, Madam is so carefree. Aren't you afraid of ruining your figure?" Zhao Zhijing chuckled.
Huang Rong was annoyed and turned away, looking out the window, ignoring him. Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing moved closer, gently playing with her protruding nipples, and teased, "Fine, since you don't want to move, let's do it. Making love is the same thing anyway."
Huang Rong, both ashamed and angry, spat, "You shameless man, how can you be so shameless even in broad daylight?" Startled to realize Zhao Zhijing was already inside her clothes, fondling her breasts, she hurriedly stopped him, saying helplessly, "Then, let's go for a walk."
Although her reason resisted, her body seemed to yearn to experience the pleasure of making love with Zhao Zhijing again. But at this moment, her private parts felt vaguely uncomfortable, so Huang Rong had no choice but to comply with Zhao Zhijing.
The two went downstairs, and Zhao Zhijing whispered a few instructions to the guards before taking Huang Rong's hand and strolling into the street.
After walking for a short while, Huang Rong felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but she didn't know where the discomfort came from. Zhao Zhijing noticed this and secretly chuckled.
Before leaving the bath, he inserted something into Huang Rong's anus—the famous Chrysanthemum Spring, an aphrodisiac developed to stimulate the anus. This drug was slow-acting; without movement, it wouldn't dissolve and be absorbed quickly. Now, Huang Rong had been walking for a while, sweating, and the Chrysanthemum Spring gradually dissolved, seeping into her intestinal wall and altering the sensitivity of her anus. This caused some unusual sensations in her body.
After walking for nearly half an hour, Huang Rong, now lacking internal energy and weakened by a long illness, inevitably felt tired and sighed, "I can't walk anymore."
Zhao Zhijing knew she was now just an ordinary person. Although she had cultivated exceptional physical strength over the years, she had been exhausted by the two men the previous night and was truly worn out.
"How about I carry you, Madam?" Zhao Zhijing teased.
Huang Rong coldly ignored him. Knowing that she was too young to be teased too much, Zhao Zhijing summoned his guards to bring his horse. He first mounted the horse, then reached out and lifted Huang Rong up, placing her sideways on the saddle, and then embraced her in his arms. He laughed, "Then I'll still hold you."
Seeing that he had given in, and knowing she was powerless to resist, Huang Rong leaned against him and sighed, "Master Zhao, you are also a Quanzhen master, why do you act this way?"
Zhao Zhijing sneered, "What Quanzhen? Never mention it again."
Huang Rong asked in surprise, "Why is that?"
Zhao Zhijing said angrily, "These old fools! At the Heroes' Banquet, I was the third-generation chief disciple of Quanzhen, and the position of Quanzhen leader should have been mine. Who knew that that little lecher Yin Zhiping would become the leader? I'll get my revenge sooner or later."
Huang Rong had also heard about Yin Zhiping's rape of Xiaolongnu, and sighed, "Didn't you also bully her?"
Zhao Zhijing asked in surprise, "Eh, how did you know?"
The two slowly rode their horses, talking as they went. Zhao Zhijing took the opportunity to roam over Huang Rong's body, fondling her.
Huang Rong suppressed her sensitive physical reactions, deliberately talking to distract herself. She spat, "You, what did you say last night about how I'm better than Little Dragon Girl? Isn't that right?"
Zhao Zhijing smiled but remained silent, untying his skirt and reaching inside to caress Huang Rong's mons pubis. This behavior naturally made Huang Rong feel deeply humiliated. Huang Rong pressed his hand down, saying angrily, "In the middle of the street, you humiliate people like this."
Zhao Zhijing laughed, "How can the pleasure between men and women be humiliating?"
"You, I've already let you do as you please, can't you show some respect?" Huang Rong pressed his hand down, bitterly complaining.
"Fine, I'll only touch this much. Madam, who told you to have such a beautiful body? I truly adore it."
"Hmph, I'd rather not have this filthy body than suffer your humiliation."
"Hehe," Zhao Zhijing chuckled wickedly, "Madam is just too narrow-minded; in this respect, she's not as good as Little Dragon Girl." "Um,"
Huang Rong couldn't help but ask curiously, "What about Little Dragon Girl?"
Zhao Zhijing didn't answer, but instead took her small hand and placed it in front of his penis, lewdly saying, "If you won't let me touch you, then you can touch me."
Huang Rong was furious at being teased again, and slapped the soft rod, saying, "Who wants to touch you?"
Zhao Zhijing laughed heartily, casually grabbing a tuft of pubic hair from Huang Rong's mons pubis, and suddenly pulling it up, causing Huang Rong to jump in pain, almost falling off her horse. Zhao Zhijing reached out to protect her around the waist, laughing, "Still hitting my treasure?"
Passersby on the street stopped and discussed among themselves upon seeing the two. One was stunningly beautiful with a face as radiant as the sunset, the other tall, elegant, and refined. This small town had never seen such figures before.
Some of the more sensible ruffians, seeing Zhao Zhijing with one hand around her waist and the other inside her skirt, knew the intimacy of their encounter and began whispering and pointing.
"Look, everyone's watching us," Zhao Zhijing said, his large hand kneading Huang Rong's mons pubis as he soothed her. "Do you know what I did with Xiaolongnu that day?"
Huang Rong, though ashamed and angry, was powerless to resist. After a moment of silence, she sneered, "You villain, all you do is humiliate people. Say whatever you want, I don't know if it's true or not, I'm afraid you're just slandering someone's reputation."
"Haha, exactly. Tell me, if I were to shout here that I'm holding and playing with Huang Rong, do you think anyone would believe me?" Zhao Zhijing sneered, looking at Huang Rong's expression.
"You—" Huang Rong, usually so clever and quick-witted, was now repeatedly thwarted, almost to the point of tears.
"Haha, touch me, and I'll tell you."
"Hmph." Huang Rong refused to back down.
Seeing her refusal, and having just promised not to penetrate further, Zhao Zhijing grinned and touched her lower abdomen and navel. In this sitting position, the lower abdomen and navel were extremely ticklish.
Huang Rong felt hot and weak all over, itchy and numb, panting, her eyes gradually revealing a deep arousal.
"Stop touching me, please, I...I can't hold back anymore," Huang Rong finally pleaded in a low voice.
"Then do you want to touch me?" Zhao Zhijing teased.
Huang Rong knew that if she didn't give in now, who knew what other shameful tricks this lecherous thief had up his sleeve. She could only place her small hand on his crotch, stroking his penis through his robe.
Zhao Zhijing kept his word and stopped provoking her when he saw this, saying, "Actually, when I conquered Little Dragon Girl, I also rode a horse through the streets like this."
"Hmph—" Huang Rong sneered, "You're spouting nonsense again. With Yang Guo by her side, how could you possibly bully her? Dare you say when this happened?"
"That's true. Let alone Yang Guo, even Xiaolongnu is no match for me. Hehe, but how can I be a match for you, Madam? And how do you explain Madam's current state?" Zhao Zhijing said with a smile. Seeing Huang Rong's pale face and slightly bitter expression, he couldn't bear to further provoke her, and changed the subject, saying, "As for the time, it's been quite some time. Do you want to hear it? If you do, come and kiss me." Huang
Rong, remembering her carelessness and mistake, felt a pang of bitterness, but fearing he might have ulterior motives, she could only temporarily suppress her chaotic thoughts and obediently gave him a light peck on the cheek.
This action, seen by passersby, caused a burst of laughter. Embarrassed, Huang Rong buried her face deep in Zhao Zhijing's chest.
"It's a long story, I'm afraid we wouldn't finish even if we walked until dark," Zhao Zhijing laughed heartily, nodding smugly to passersby.
"Well, then we can go back and you can tell me slowly, okay?" Huang Rong resignedly touched the increasingly large penis, her mons pubis being repeatedly played with by Zhao Zhijing, her body already aroused and increasingly lustful, quite unable to control herself.
Zhao Zhijing had been observing Huang Rong's reaction without blinking, and now knew that she was slightly aroused. But he had other plans today, and replied evasively, "Hmm, we'll talk about it slowly when we get back."
"Put your hand in and touch it." Observing Huang Rong's expression and sensing the heat in her body, Zhao Zhijing made a further request.
Huang Rong gritted her teeth, wishing she could bite this lecherous thief to death. But her small hand obediently reached under her Taoist robe, pressing against her flesh and grasping the burning hot penis. After a slight hesitation, she slowly began to stroke it.
“Let’s say I took Xiaolongnu riding a horse.” Zhao Zhijing stroked Huang Rong’s soft pubic hair, suddenly recalling Xiaolongnu’s fair and delicate skin, her flawless white vulva, and a thought struck him.
“Mmm.” Huang Rong pressed softly against Zhao Zhijing, her voice already trembling slightly as she moaned.
Zhao Zhijing knew the next step could proceed, so he beckoned to his guards to bring a carriage, saying, “Let’s talk in the carriage.”
Unexpectedly finding Zhao Zhijing’s behavior quite considerate, Huang Rong felt a bit grateful and nodded in agreement. She knew her body was rather uncooperative; with her thighs covered in mud, she was afraid the back of her skirt was already soaked.
Zhao Zhijing had just sensed a dampness on her vulva and knew she was in an embarrassing situation, so he used his considerate and delicate methods, first dismounting her, then carrying her directly into the carriage to avoid revealing any shameful traces.
Huang Rong sat in the carriage with considerable gratitude, finally relaxing a little. She glanced around at the interior.
The carriage was quite spacious, enough for three people to lie down comfortably, and even enough for two people to roll around in.
Huang Rong surveyed the carriage's furnishings, knowing it must have been made by a master craftsman. The interior was fully equipped with soft couches and pillows, and underneath the couches were hidden bedding, which could be taken out for a comfortable sleep.
The armrests on both sides were divided into small compartments of different sizes, conveniently storing pastries, fruits, and tea.
Huang Rong felt weak and wanted to lie down and relax, wanting to forget everything and rest for a while. However, Zhao Zhijing was still giving instructions to the guards, lifting the curtain with one hand. Huang Rong had no choice but to endure it for the time being, casually picking up a piece of fruit to play with.
Zhao Zhijing seemed quite busy, speaking for a long time before waving the guards away. He then entered the carriage and lowered the curtain.
He first placed his boots in a hidden compartment by the door. Seeing Huang Rong already lying down, stretched out, he reached out to take off her soft shoes. Huang Rong blushed and said, "No." Although her body had long since surrendered, for women of this era, a man taking off a woman's shoes held a special meaning. Huang Rong, seeing this, still couldn't help but feel incredibly shy.
Zhao Zhijing smiled mischievously, calmly taking her small feet and slowing his movements. After a long and leisurely struggle, he finally removed the soft shoes, revealing Huang Rong's delicate, white, and perfect feet. Huang Rong was both ashamed and angry, knowing he was deliberately teasing her. She glared at him angrily, but finally turned her head helplessly to look out the window, ignoring him.
Zhao Zhijing, however, was captivated by her beautiful, white feet, holding them in his arms and playing with them carefully, his expression quite infatuated.
Although Huang Rong was confident in her beauty, this was the first time someone had treated her beautiful, fragrant feet so tenderly. Stealing a glance at Zhao Zhijing's infatuated and seemingly intoxicated state, she felt both curious and shyly delighted.
Her fragrant toes were as smooth and warm as jade, her fair skin and delicate bones clear and pretty.
Huang Rong's jade gate was moistened by his playful caresses, her flower chamber glistening with dew. Her body was beautiful inside and out.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Zhijing reluctantly abandoned Huang Rong's fragrant feet, carefully put away her shoes, took a square box from a hidden compartment, and then crawled over to lie down beside her.
Seeing Huang Rong blushing and closing her eyes in refusal, Zhao Zhijing did something else, and after a long while, he reached out to embrace her.
Held in his arms, Huang Rong had already given up struggling; her body was already very aroused, showing a hint of urgency.
"Hehe, a little stuffy," Zhao Zhijing mischievously pulled back a curtain, exposing the scene inside the carriage to passersby.
"Ah, no!" Their embracing posture was clearly visible to passersby, and Huang Rong was deeply ashamed, burying her head and saying, "What, what are you going to do now?"
"Hehe, you're not talking, so it's naturally a bit irritating." As he spoke, he calmly peeled off Huang Rong's skirt, revealing her beautiful breasts, the pink nipples standing erect.
"You..." Huang Rong knew she couldn't resist him, so she lowered her body, turning her back to the window and pressing herself tightly against his chest.
Zhao Zhijing remained unmoved, continuing his assault, completely removing her skirt, revealing Huang Rong's naked body. At this moment, half of Huang Rong's beautiful back and neck were visible to passersby outside the window, causing her to sob softly in humiliation. "You, you, you still want to humiliate me like this."
Zhao Zhijing chuckled. Knowing that a balance of force and release was necessary, he gently comforted her, "Since Madam is not pleased, then we'll close it."
He finally closed the curtain as he spoke. Huang Rong wasn't afraid of being seen by him; he had already seen her thoroughly, inside and out, and she had no privacy left with him.
Huang Rong just didn't know what he wanted. Could it be... could it be that they were going to do it in this carriage? Although her body was extremely eager at the moment, the thought of actually making love here still made her feel ashamed.
Zhao Zhijing, unaware of Huang Rong's thoughts, continued to control the rhythm of his teasing, commanding, "Come here, lie in my arms."
Huang Rong obeyed. Then, under Zhao Zhijing's further instructions, she first untied his Taoist robe, then spread her jade legs and straddled his waist, pressing her half-erect penis against her vulva, her upper body limp against his chest.
In this position, Huang Rong's vulva was perfectly pressed against by his penis, igniting her desire. Huang Rong had already been played with until she was dripping with lustful fluids; this shameful position only aroused her further, causing her to grit her teeth and forcefully restrain herself.
Zhao Zhijing wasn't in a hurry. He cupped Huang Rong's face in his hands, kissing her lips for a long time. His hands roamed over her beautiful buttocks and anus, twisting, kneading, and gently patting, patiently stimulating and cultivating her chrysanthemum. Huang Rong's buttocks swayed, her front constantly wet from his play, an unbearable emptiness and tingling sensation, longing for him to quickly play with her beautiful hole.
Zhao Zhijing, however, continued to play with her buttocks unhurriedly, gradually focusing on her anus, and began to gently probe with his fingers.
Huang Rong's posture of tucking her waist and perking her buttocks was perfect for expanding and relaxing her anus, so Zhao Zhijing easily inserted his middle finger, gently pulling and tapping inside.
With Zhao Zhijing's rhythm, Huang Rong's pleasure gradually shifted to her anus, which seemed to begin to tingle and itch, anticipating being filled by something.
"Mmm ah," Huang Rong began to moan softly, raising her face with hazy eyes, looking at him pleadingly.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled, gently stroking her small face, while inserting another finger with his other hand, both his middle and index fingers piercing her anus.
At this moment, the beauty of the anus traveled along the thin membrane to her vagina, a surge of pleasure rising within her. This strange sensation was distinctly different from the vaginal sensation, and its beauty was in no way inferior.
Huang Rong, who had previously strongly resisted the cleansing and fashion trend, now felt a sense of anticipation.
Two fingers tugged and kneaded inside her anus, playing with it incessantly, gradually creating more and more pleasure. Huang Rong could hardly distinguish where the beauty came from; her whole body seemed to be gradually immersed in a lazy, warm, and cuddly pleasure. Her moans grew more and more urgent, and Huang Rong couldn't help but arch her back and reach her small hand between her legs, gently stroking her penis.
Zhao Zhijing hadn't expected Huang Rong's body to be so sensitive, reacting so strongly. She actually took the initiative to do so. The moment her hot penis was grasped by her cool little hand, it immediately swelled and slowly became erect, the glans already touching the petals of Huang Rong's beautiful anus.
Unfortunately, the angle of Huang Rong's upturned buttocks wasn't quite right; the penis could only rub against the petals, the clitoris, and the opening, but it was inconvenient to penetrate. Huang Rong adjusted her posture as if out of control, wanting to pull her abdomen in to swallow the penis, but Zhao Zhijing held her anus and pulled it up slightly, still maintaining the upturned buttocks position.
At this moment, the pretty Huang Rong whimpered and moaned in emptiness and sadness, looking at Zhao Zhijing with shy pleading eyes. Her small hands moved with increasing urgency, rubbing the penis against her vulva.
Zhao Zhijing, aroused by Huang Rong's actions, wanted to first enjoy the vulva before slowly training her anus. However, glancing at Huang Rong's lustful face, a thought struck him, and he sneered inwardly, "The more you want it, the less I give it to you; that's what makes it interesting."
Zhao Zhijing desperately restrained the urge to thrust his penis, fearing that Huang Rong's hands would become too skilled and cause him to lose control, which would be embarrassing. He immediately stopped her from stimulating his penis.
After the penis was removed, Huang Rong felt increasingly empty, the pleasure neither fully gratifying nor satisfying.
She was unaware that her body, long deprived of pleasure, was too astringent for such play, and the aphrodisiac had begun to take effect. She was ashamed of her own lewdness, her heart filled with conflict and guilt, yet her body moved uncontrollably, reaching out to embrace Zhao Zhijing's neck. She kissed him passionately, whispering, "Give it to me."
Hearing such soft words, Zhao Zhijing trembled, a wave of excitement washing over him, almost causing him to ejaculate. He hurriedly tightened his anus, managing to stop the sudden urge to ejaculate.
After suppressing the urge, Zhao Zhijing returned Huang Rong's kiss, smiling, "It's coming, it's coming, that's good, that's good. Don't worry, my lady, the best is yet to come."
His words had a double meaning. By this time, four fingers had entered her anus, and Huang Rong had already adjusted. Zhao Zhijing then took out a furry object from the box, resembling a tail with a short, thin penis at the bottom, somewhat like a carrot.
Huang Rong, limp against Zhao Zhijing, didn't notice him withdrawing his fingers and taking out this object.
She felt an increasing emptiness as her fingers withdrew, desperately trying to clench her anus to hold them back.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing changed Huang Rong's position, making her kneel on his hips with her back to him. His white dragon spear, inserted between Huang Rong's legs, gently tapped her vulva. Zhao Zhijing slowly inserted his tail into her anus.
Huang Rong finally felt full, and the pressure on her vulva brought immense pleasure. She couldn't help but let out a beautiful moan: "Ah, so beautiful."
Zhao Zhijing looked at Huang Rong's prostrate, seductive posture, her anus swaying gently with his tail inserted, resembling a white dog, a very lewd sight. He said, "Do you find your backside fun?"
Huang Rong then turned around and saw her buttocks, feeling extremely ashamed. She turned and cursed, "You, you lewd Taoist priest!"
This kind of cursing sounded more like playful banter between lovers. Zhao Zhijing chuckled, pulling his tail, bringing Huang Rong even more pleasure. Before long, Huang Rong felt as if her anus was secreting a jade fluid, fully moisturizing her vulva.
As her chrysanthemum was thrust in and out, Huang Rong felt waves of pleasure wash over her, letting out wanton cries. She completely forgot she was on the street, with a coachman outside listening to her lewdness. She instinctively tried to keep her voice down, saying, "Ah, no!"
Zhao Zhijing, also struggling to hold on, finally thrust his white dragon spear into her dragon-sucking treasure hole, all the way to the bottom, a thoroughly satisfying experience.
With her being filled from both ends, Huang Rong finally reached her first climax, her vaginal fluids gushing out, almost causing Zhao Zhijing to lose control.
Zhao Zhijing held on, inhaling deeply, contracting his anus, and gritting his teeth to withstand the pulsating of her vaginal muscles, lubricated by her vaginal fluids.
Huang Rong, limp in the afterglow of her climax, savoring the fullness of her body, felt utterly exhausted, wanting only to lie there lazily and fall into a deep sleep.
After Zhao Zhijing had passed, he slowly pushed in and out, maintaining a rhythmic in-and-out motion with her chrysanthemum. In a short while, over a hundred thrusts brought Huang Rong to another climax.
Huang Rong was now almost completely exhausted. Her moans were muffled and choked in her throat as she gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.
Zhao Zhijing knew Huang Rong was exhausted and, fearing that such exertion would harm her, he pulled her close, withdrew from her anus, leaving only his penis slowly protruding. He held her against his chest, gently caressing her breasts, kneading her nipples, and infusing her navel with a little internal energy to help her gradually dissipate the pleasure and prevent her from suffering harm from overly intense stimulation.
Huang Rong sat on his penis, her climax slowly fading. She closed her eyes, nestled in Zhao Zhijing's arms, breathing softly, and murmured, "You, you lecherous thief."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing knew that Huang Rong had basically submitted and would likely be unable to leave him, or even if she did, she would likely be traumatized and unable to unleash her full power.
Zhao Zhijing, somewhat tired, withdrew his "treasure spear" and helped Huang Rong put on her clothes. The front of her robe was soaked with Huang Rong's fluids. Zhao Zhijing felt a secret pleasure and got out of the carriage to pick her up.
Huang Rong then realized they were already back at the inn, the sun high in the sky. She had unknowingly been played with for another morning.
Huang Rong was truly afraid of Zhao Zhijing's advances, seemingly hoping to continue being humiliated by him, so that her life wouldn't be wasted.
After a short bath, Huang Rong fell asleep immediately. Long-term illness had weakened her, and the continuous indulgence had hampered her martial arts. Huang Rong was exhausted, almost to the point of death. Seeing her limp and beautiful state, Zhao Zhijing embraced her and slept with her.
When she awoke, the bright moon was high in the sky, and the sound of the night watchman's drum indicated it was already past four in the morning.
Huang Rong turned and looked at Zhao Zhijing beside her, unsure of what to feel. This man was indeed a lecherous scoundrel, and she, being controlled by him, should have hated him intensely. Yet, looking at his handsome face and peaceful sleeping posture, and thinking of how gentle he was despite being coerced and violated, and how her body was experiencing an unprecedented pleasure, she rationally still despised his despicable methods, but her body was somewhat greedy for the pleasure of making love with him.
Huang Rong sighed inwardly, pondering how to escape. Remembering the peach blossom medicine she carried in her bag, she quietly got up and looked around. Finding that she was no longer in her original room, she wanted to put on her clothes and go out, but knowing that Zhao Zhijing's martial arts were profound, only slightly inferior to hers, she was afraid that she would not be able to escape his notice. So she quickly washed up, put on her clothes, and sat by the window, trying to circulate her internal energy. However, she didn't know what kind of drug she had been given, as she had no internal energy at all, and her dantian was empty. She had no choice but to give up.
Then she saw several exquisite pastries on the table, and casually picked one up to eat, which was full of Zhao Zhijing's thoughtfulness. Unexpectedly, this thief possessed such a meticulous mind, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.
Lost in thought, she didn't realize it was dawn. Zhao Zhijing got up and saw Huang Rong gazing out the window, lost in thought. He came over, kissed her, and smiled, "Madam, so early."
Huang Rong replied, "Where's my luggage? I need to get ready."
"Ah, your room has been checked out. It seems your luggage was all given to the guards to take to Xiangyang." Zhao Zhijing feigned surprise and smiled, "I'll have someone buy some later. If Madam wishes, I can accompany you."
Huang Rong glared at him, knowing this cunning thief had taken everything, fearing there might be a way to save herself hidden in her luggage. Realizing Zhao Zhijing's shrewdness, she knew she probably wouldn't have a chance to retrieve it for the time being and had to devise another plan. However, Huang Rong's schemes were primarily based on martial arts, rendering most of her moves useless.
Zhao Zhijing, knowing her thoughts, said, "Take your time, no rush. Let's go eat first."
Hearing his double entendre, she was momentarily speechless with anger. She said, "Go wash up. I've already washed." Zhao Zhijing nodded and left.
Huang Rong had thought of countless schemes that night, all to no avail. Her head was throbbing with worry, so she temporarily put the matter aside.
While the two were eating, Huang Rong said, "Where do you plan to take me? Are you going to keep me locked up like this for the rest of my life?"
Zhao Zhijing laughed and said, "How dare I? But since Master Guo has left, wouldn't it be better for Madam to stay with me?"
"If you agree to a few things, it's not impossible to discuss it," Huang Rong said insincerely.
"Oh, Madam, please tell me."
"The first, of course, is to release them, to release Yelü Qi and Da Wu."
"And the second?"
"You haven't even agreed to the first, what's the point of talking about the second?"
"Madam, just say it all at once. Since it's a condition, we naturally need to negotiate, don't you think so, Madam?"
"Hmph, you can't peek at our cards when negotiating. Tell me how you're negotiating the first one."
"Haha, the first one, Da Wu is no problem, but Yelü Qi was specifically requested by Prime Minister Boyan. If I release him, I'll inevitably get myself into trouble. What do you think we should do?"
"The martial world is vast, and with your high martial arts skills, Boyan can't possibly do anything to you."
"Yes, if I just leave, I doubt he can do anything to me. But the price to pay is too high. What will you offer in exchange?" Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly: "You should know that Boyan recommended me to inherit the title of Changchun Zhenren of my sect. That's the Protector of the Nation of this dynasty. Madam, do you think there's anything to compensate me?"
"Can a mere imperial title bind you? Is your Quanzhen Sect's doctrine just for this empty title of 'True Man'? Besides, with your abilities, if you lived an upright life, wouldn't you easily obtain this title?"
"No," Zhao Zhijing said with a gloomy look in his eyes, "I used to think the same way as you, Madam. Wasn't I a righteous gentleman before? Wasn't I hardworking enough? I trained diligently from a young age, enduring countless hardships to finally earn the title of the number one master among the third-generation disciples of our sect, but what did it all amount to? I was still ignored."
This was the second time Huang Rong had heard him mention this matter. She knew that this was the knot in his heart. If this knot could be untied, perhaps he could reform. He pondered, "Your experiences are quite similar to my father's. My father also suffered many hardships in his youth, and at one point couldn't distinguish between right and wrong, acting solely on his whims, earning him the nickname 'Eastern Heretic.' But my father didn't give up; he took a different path and eventually became a grandmaster, ranking among the Five Greats of the world. With your current cultivation as the top expert of the Quanzhen Sect, what difficulty would it be for you to establish your own sect and create a new era?"
“I greatly admire your father,” Zhao Zhijing said with a wry smile, shaking his head. “However, it’s a pity you’ve been corrupted by that fool Guo Jing; you have none of his brilliance.”
Huang Rong was taken aback, recalling that her father had made similar comments years ago, and how she had humiliated her husband. She wanted to argue, but it wasn’t convenient to get involved now. Instead, she said, “It’s just that our paths are different, but as long as we uphold the righteous path, we will ultimately arrive at the same destination.”
Zhao Zhijing shook his head repeatedly, saying, “The righteous path, the righteous path, haha, how do you know that my adherence isn’t the righteous path? Are you the only ones on the righteous path?”
Huang Rong paused, about to speak, when she heard Zhao Zhijing say hatefully, “The righteous path? Wasn’t I on the righteous path before? But our elders schemed against each other, yet they promoted a lecherous scoundrel to the position of leader. Is that your righteous path? Your father’s actions may seem unruly, but what evil deeds did he commit, what harmful acts did he do? Why did he earn the title of ‘Eastern Heretic’? Is that a good reputation?”
"Madam believes my methods of capturing you are despicable and evil, but in my view, it's merely a difference in perspective. We are adversaries, and as long as I capture you, I am on the righteous path. You are my enemies, and in my eyes, you are on the evil path. As for the means to achieve my goals, high martial arts skills can be used to beat people, but if martial arts skills are not high enough, can't I use drugs? It's just a matter of methods; what's the difference between good and evil?"
Huang Rong was momentarily speechless. Although she knew there was a loophole in his words, this person was so extreme that it might not be useful even if she spoke, so she remained silent for the time being.
Zhao Zhijing spoke at length, his pent-up frustration somewhat relieved. He sighed, "Madam, I am deeply grateful that you have compared me to your father. Though I dare not accept such comparisons, I am still very grateful. While I am indeed lustful, human desires are a natural law, just like eating, drinking, and relieving oneself—basic human needs. Although my methods differ, I truly do not believe there is anything wrong with indulging in lust. Haha, if your father were here, he would surely agree with my view. I have my own reasons for acting; I am not a lackey of the Mongols, much less a despicable and shameless person. I promise you, I will never humiliate you, and you can certainly use your own methods to escape. What do you say?"
Huang Rong, hearing his words, knew that she could not persuade him for the time being. Although Zhao Zhijing's words contained hidden meanings, there were already flaws in his argument. Huang Rong pondered, "Since you have made up your mind, I have nothing more to say. But since you said you wouldn't humiliate me, isn't that what you've said?"
"Haha, how have I ever humiliated you, Madam? Why don't you tell me, and I'll explain."
"You...you restrained my martial arts, forcing me to submit to you. Isn't that humiliation?"
"I've said this was a tactic, not specifically designed against you. I know my martial arts are inferior to yours. Do you expect me to fight you fair and square? What fairness would that be?"
"Well," Huang Rong thought and thought. It seemed this thief, aside from opening her chrysanthemum, hadn't really done anything he considered bad. Besides, Huang Rong already knew the beauty of her chrysanthemum, so she didn't feel humiliated now. Suddenly remembering the circus, she angrily said, "You...openly humiliating me in the street, doesn't that count?"
"Haha, Madam is truly naive. This is a pleasurable tactic. In such a public place, the tension of being discovered at any moment is the best aphrodisiac. What humiliation is that?" "
Damn it," Huang Rong thought, realizing there was no reasoning with this thief. In short, Zhao Zhijing stubbornly refused to admit his guilt. Seeing Huang Rong speechless for a moment, he smiled and said, "Madam, why don't you listen to my principles?"
"First, I will not defile virgins
. To ruin a person's chastity is tantamount to murder, which is inconsistent with my pursuit of the Great Way of Human Desire." "Second, I will not kill indiscriminately. Madam, have you ever heard of any murderous acts I have committed? Taking lives hinders my cultivation of the Great Way."
"Third, the women I choose must be alluring." "
Oh my god!" Huang Rong exclaimed angrily, "You bastard! Are you calling me a harlot?"
This was precisely the source of Huang Rong's inner turmoil after being humiliated. On one hand, her body had been deprived of pleasure for a long time; at her age, her body instinctively craved love and sensual pleasure. However, indulging her instincts was both against societal norms and emotionally and rationally unacceptable. Although Huang Rong was angry, her heart was also filled with turmoil.
"Haha, Madam, your words are inappropriate. What is an adulteress? The pursuit and enjoyment of sensual pleasures is a human right. Let me ask you, Madam, if a woman does all good deeds, respects elders, is kind to neighbors, helps the weak and poor, and is diligent and self-disciplined, and only pursues sensual pleasures without harming others, is she an adulteress? In my opinion, those who despise the poor and love the rich, scold the old and wicked neighbors, stir up trouble, ruin marriages, and maliciously slander others are adulteresses."
"Furthermore, as for allure, not everyone possesses it; it is one in ten thousand in the world, a gift bestowed by Heaven, a creation of nature. I praise Madam's allure and charm as unparalleled, which is my highest praise. Do you understand, Madam?"
Huang Rong was almost furious. This scoundrel, knowing that his twisted logic was impossible to reason with, but having nowhere to vent her anger, she angrily snatched Zhao Zhijing's wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
In the following days, Huang Rong remained Zhao Zhijing's plaything, allowing him to play with her as he pleased. Along with this, under Zhao Zhijing's numerous methods, Huang Rong seemed to be gradually shifting from passive to active compliance and response. Zhao Zhijing, realizing this, knew that truly making Huang Rong proactive wouldn't happen overnight, so he decided to embark on a journey to slowly develop and transform her.
During these days, whenever she was intimate with Zhao Zhijing, Huang Rong's mind was constantly filled with their conversation from that day. "
Pursuing the beauty of sensual pleasure is a human freedom. Let me ask you, madam, if a woman does all good deeds, respects elders, is kind to neighbors, helps the weak and poor, and is diligent and self-disciplined, but only pursues the beauty of sensual pleasure without harming others, is she considered an adulteress?"
These words contradicted her lifelong principles, leaving Huang Rong deeply conflicted and torn.
Huang Rong, initially taught by the Pharmacist, disregarded etiquette and rules. However, the Song Dynasty, deeply influenced by Neo-Confucianism, while inheriting the open-mindedness of the Tang Dynasty, had seen that spirit of freedom almost vanish in the century that followed. Under the Pharmacist's tutelage, she possessed a rare and precious free spirit, but as the saying goes, every animal has its counter, and she was subsequently restrained and forced into conformity by Guo Jing. Ultimately, however, she differed from Guo Jing. Guo Jing adhered to his principles throughout his life, remaining steadfast until his death, essentially sacrificing himself for his beliefs.
Huang Rong, on the other hand, seemed to lack conviction, largely influenced by others. As a young girl, although she rebelled against the Pharmacist and left, her actions were still influenced by him. Later, when she fell in love with Guo Jing, she became a reflection of him.
Huang Rong had no ambition, nor any fixed principles; throughout the first half of her life, she consistently followed her love, and her lover's choice became her choice. Before meeting Guo Jing, she rebelled against her father, though she still loved him. That's why she was so clever and unrestrained back then, influenced by the unfettered spirit of the herbalist. Later, following Guo Jing, she gradually shifted towards loyalty and righteousness. She may not have truly understood Guo Jing's convictions, but she would follow the convictions of those she loved.
Now, unknowingly, Zhao Zhijing seems to have opened a window before her, revealing a new world.
There's a saying, "The young can be taught, but the old cannot," meaning that trying to influence the now mature Huang Rong is futile. However, Zhao Zhijing's actions are all guidance, inspiration, and gradual development of her nature. Even the intelligent Huang Rong couldn't escape Zhao Zhijing's scheme, unknowingly softening according to her instincts.

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