The Sequel to Huang Rong

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In the Battle of Xiangyang, Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, used his unparalleled martial arts skills to kill the Mongol Khan M?ngke with a flying stone. Kublai Khan, in order to seize the throne

, led his army in a retreat. When the news spread, the entire city went wild.

That night, in the mansion of the great hero Guo Jing, lanterns and decorations were everywhere, and a feast was held. Many heroes and righteous men who had come to help defend the city were

gathered in twos and threes, some feasting, some drinking heartily. The atmosphere was noisy and boisterous, with clinking glasses and a mess of dishes.

In the midst of the revelry, some even took off their clothes and shirts to compete in martial arts, creating a scene of deafening laughter and chaos. The usually

solemn and dignified Guo mansion was now like a teahouse and tavern.

Under the silver candlelight, Huang Rong quietly observed the bustling scene before her, yet a deep, bone-chilling

loneliness and weariness lingered in her heart. Since the siege of Xiangyang, she and Guo Jing had been inseparable, constantly charging and

fighting, strategizing and planning battles. Even after days and nights without sleep,

they remained energetic. Now that the siege had been lifted, Huang Rong let out a long sigh of relief, feeling utterly exhausted,

as if she had aged considerably overnight.

With this thought, Huang Rong unconsciously touched her forehead, lost in thought. She was forty years old, and had held the title of the most beautiful woman in

the Central martial arts world for many years. Although the years had passed and she no longer possessed the youthful innocence of her younger days,

she had become increasingly mature and alluring, like a fine wine that only grew richer with age.

Her long, black hair was styled in a high bun, the rest flowing freely, adorned with a white jade chrysanthemum hairpin.

Her look was a blend of heroic spirit and feminine grace. Her smooth forehead showed no signs of age, and her delicate, fair

face, like a lotus blossom, was framed by phoenix eyes that sparkled with spring, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath

sweet as orchids. A well-tailored, water-red outfit accentuated her striking figure, highlighting her alluring curves: rounded shoulders, a slender

waist, and a graceful, supple gait. Her full, rounded hips, like a full moon, were incredibly alluring.

Especially her large, full breasts, the testament to the mother of three children, which pressed against her dress

, creating a silhouette that made men's blood boil. Even the

most seasoned and experienced heroes couldn't help but steal glances at her…

"People say Chief Huang is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and seeing her today, it's

truly well-deserved..." "Large breasts, a slender waist, and a full bottom—she's a natural beauty!" "

Those breasts, that figure, that face—to be able to hold such a beauty and fuck her cunt, I

'd gladly give up a few years of my life..."

"Guo Jing is so lucky; it's a pity that such a beautiful flower like Huang Rong is stuck in that pile of cow dung."

Huang Rong inherited her mother's beauty and was a beauty from a young age. Since venturing into the martial arts world, she

had long been accustomed to the admiring, respectful, or frivolous gazes of men, and she remained unfazed. Ultimately, Huang Rong was

proud and self-satisfied about her looks.

She gazed intently at her husband, Guo Jing, surrounded by a group of heroes not far away. After more than thirty years of marriage,

the endearingly simple and honest image of Guo Jing in his youth had long been blurred by the trials and tribulations of the martial world. Now,

he resolute, composed, and heroic, revered as a "Great Hero" by everyone

. "But, Brother Jing, beside Rong'er, are you the Great Hero Guo, admired by all, or just Rong'er

's lover and husband? Being a great hero belongs to many, but Brother Jing can only belong to Rong'er alone..."

Huang Rong suddenly thought of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu. This couple, who had endured hardships and tribulations, overcame worldly prejudices

and finally came together. Their deep affection and perfect harmony were the envy of countless people. Now, they lived in seclusion, detached from worldly

affairs, enjoying a blissful life together until old age. Wasn't that a great blessing in itself?

"Brother Jing wouldn't think like Guo'er, worrying about the country and its people—that's what a true hero is!"

Huang Rong, filled with resentment and unable to vent, picked up the wine cup in front of her and downed three bowls in one gulp. Seeing

her boldness, the people at the next table cheered and quickly poured more wine to toast her. Even though Huang Rong had a considerable capacity

for

n't withstand the constant urging. After several rounds, her pretty face flushed red, making her even more radiant. Her starry eyes were unfocused and dreamy, almost dripping with tears. A few soft breaths caused her large breasts to heave, and her entire body exuded a captivating charm.

Some of them couldn't resist, their wine cups clattering to the ground. Their hearts were itching with desire,

wishing they could pounce on her immediately, embrace this alluring beauty, and make love to her passionately.

Seeing his beloved wife drunk, Guo Jing was worried. He bowed repeatedly to beg for forgiveness, squeezed to Huang Rong's side, put his arm

around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "Rong'er, you're drunk. Let me help you inside to rest!"

Huang Rong gave a soft "Mmm" and buried her head in her husband's arms. Guo Jing, supporting his wife, smiled at the crowd and said, "My wife can't hold

her liquor . Please allow me to help her to rest."

The crowd chimed in, "Madam Guo has been working hard these past few days and should rest early. Please, Master Guo, make your way." "I

possess a secret recipe for sobering up, which I wish to offer to Madam Guo." "Madam Guo is a woman of exceptional talent. Everyone should take her as

an example and drink until we drop tonight..."

A cacophony of voices rose and fell, yet they also automatically parted to make way for her. Huang Rong leaned against her husband's

broad shoulder, appearing languid and delicate from the alcohol. Her slender waist swayed gently, her full hips gently rocking, and she walked away with captivating charm

. Behind her, countless men, their eyes fixed on her plump buttocks, secretly swallowed hard.

Guo Jing led Huang Rong through the hall and into the room, and after a while, he helped her into the inner chamber to lie down. He lowered the beaded curtain and was about to cover her with the quilt when

he suddenly heard Huang Rong whisper in her sleep, "Father, don't go. Don't leave Rong'er."

"Brother Zhou, are you leaving too? What about Ying Gu…?"

"Guo'er, Miss Long…"

She rambled incoherently, likely dreaming of her loved ones, close friends, and beloved juniors

leaving . She could restrain herself during the day, but her true feelings only surfaced in her dreams. Guo Jing, hearing this,

felt a surge of tenderness. He thought to himself that Rong'er had suffered too much these past few days, and he, busy with war preparations, had rarely shown her any kindness or care. He, Guo Jing,

truly … owed her so much.

Guo Jing gazed lovingly at his wife, who was sleeping soundly like a begonia in spring, his large, strong hand stroking her hair. His gaze

wandered from her flushed cheeks and trembling lips to her high breasts and the rising heat in her lower abdomen.

An irrepressible surge of desire welled up within him. Remembering that their marriage had been devoid of intimacy for months, he was overwhelmed with passion, his breathing

becoming heavy.

His hands moved, gently caressing his beloved wife's delicate face and fair neck.

He paused , as if touching the most exquisite work of art in the world, and carefully moved to Huang Rong's high, firm breasts, beginning

to knead them gently. As his touch intensified, Huang Rong's voluptuous body was aroused; her

body writhed slightly, her cherry lips murmured something, and her tongue occasionally darted out as if licking. Guo Jing chuckled softly,

thinking that Rong'er had probably been waiting a long time.

Without hesitation, he roughly tore open Huang Rong's bodice, his large hand reaching inside to strip her upper body

down a bright yellow bodice. The thin gauze-like undergarment barely concealed her flesh,

revealing her fair and smooth body, as white as condensed milk. The sight of her exposed skin was so arousing that Guo Jing could no longer control himself. He leaped onto her, pinning her

beneath him, and with both hands, he tore open the bodice and grasped without hesitation the pair of breasts that countless men dreamed of. The smoothness, fullness, and amazing elasticity of her

breasts made Guo Jing, who had been engaged in sexual intercourse with his wife for many years, exclaim: "Rong'er's

breasts are the finest in the world."

Guo Jing's large hands caressed his wife's beautiful breasts. Even with his powerful, unyielding hands, his full breasts were difficult to grasp in

one grasp; many smooth, glistening pieces of flesh slipped out of his palms, and the red nipples

peeked out from between his fingers. Huang Rong's soft murmurs had gradually turned into moans, and her body writhed more noticeably in response.

When Guo Jing lowered his head and took one of her pink, alluring nipples into his mouth, she let out a soft cry, her arms involuntarily

encircling his neck, her chin tilting back, her head swaying slightly, and her long black hair gradually becoming disheveled.

Guo Jing knew his beloved wife was aroused, and he pressed on, sucking,

biting, and licking her nipples with abandon, thoroughly enjoying himself. This caused Huang Rong beneath him to writhe like a snake, her

moans growing louder and louder. Guo Jing's large hand was not idle either, meandering down, caressing the fair and flat abdomen, moving down

little little, gradually approaching that alluring triangle area, the fragrant paradise. A damp

heat came from between his fingers, and Huang Rong's lower flower cave was already overflowing.

Guo Jing, seeing that the time was right, was about to probe with his fingers when a soft footstep reached his ears. His

martial arts had reached the pinnacle of mastery; though filled with lust, his senses were sharp. He heard the footsteps approaching,

stopping outside the hall gate, pausing hesitantly, pacing back and forth a few times before finally calling out, "Great Hero Guo!

Great Hero Guo !"

The voice was familiar; it belonged to Liu, the military advisor under Lü Wende. Guo Jing felt troubled,

thinking that this was probably the end of the night. He glanced apologetically at Huang Rong, only to see his beloved wife already turned away to sleep beside him. Guo Jing

sighed, tucked his wife's clothes in, covered her with the quilt, and said gently, "Rong'er, lie down early. I'll be right back

."

He then got out of bed, went outside, and asked, "Lord Liu, I am here. What brings you here?"

Military envoy Liu replied, "General Lü has urgent military matters to discuss and requests that Great Hero Guo come to the palace."

"Very well, please!"

"Please!"

...

The footsteps faded into the distance, until all sound ceased. On the bed, Huang Rong slid a tear from her eye.

Chapter Two: Old Man Sun

The next morning, Huang Rong was awakened by a growing urge to urinate. Opening her eyes, she saw that the

sun missing the sunrise. Looking at the bed, she knew that Guo Jing hadn't come to sleep last night and

was probably being kept at the Marshal's mansion. A sense of loss washed over her.

The urge to urinate came again, and she instinctively reached under the bed, only to find it empty. It turned out that the diligent

maids in the Guo mansion, seeing that she hadn't gotten up for so long and not wanting to disturb her, and knowing that she was always particular about cleanliness, had

taken the librarian who had spent the night under the bed to wash it, and it hadn't been returned yet.

Huang Rong had slept so soundly that she hadn't noticed, greatly embarrassing herself as a martial arts master.

Left

out the doorwith no other choice towards the mansion's latrines. Along the way, servants and maids stopped to greet her, and Huang Rong,

mindful of her status as mistress, naturally stopped to nod in return, which delayed her somewhat.

Her bladder was clenched repeatedly, making her steps unsteady. Just as she was about to reach her destination, she saw thick smoke billowing

ahead mixed with a foul stench

. Huang Rong frowned and asked a maid standing beside her, "What's going on up there? Smoke and stench everywhere."

The maid replied, "They're cleaning the latrines today, burning mugwort to fumigate the area."

Huang Rong nodded, inwardly groaning. Of all times, they had to clean the latrines now! She knew that

since the siege of Xiangyang, the city had been completely blocked, and the city's food, drink, and waste had accumulated for months. Now that the enemy had retreated, farmers from

the surrounding villages were coming in oxcarts, carrying loads and buckets, to "collect fertilizer."

Wealthy families were also taking advantage of the situation to clean their mansions' latrines, benefiting from the situation. Huang Rong was incredibly unlucky; she happened to be

there when the Guo family was cleaning their latrines. Suddenly, she was desperately needing to urinate, and the usually resourceful and cunning woman was

helpless because of her own need to urinate. If word got out, she would be the laughingstock of everyone.

Huang Rong smiled bitterly to herself, then suddenly remembered a woodshed on the west side of the back gate of the mansion, abandoned and unused.

She decided to use it. Having made up her mind, she didn't hesitate and ran as fast as she could. Fortunately, it was a secluded

corner , rarely visited by anyone, and she didn't encounter anyone else along the way.

Soon she arrived, waving open the wooden door and bolting it shut. She saw a pile of

firewood , neatly arranged by the servants, free of dust. Without thinking much, she ran over, unfastened her trousers,

lifted her pleated skirt, and let her plump, white buttocks sink down. Her inner thighs relaxed, and with a whoosh, golden urine

gushed out. The pressure in her bladder eased, and she couldn't help but groan, "So good!"

Huang Rong was unaware that behind the pile of firewood beside her, a pair of bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on her urination.

The gushing fluids from his vulva were unblinking.

Old Man Sun was an ordinary servant in the Guo household, carrying water and firewood. He was short, with a wretched appearance and a withered,

walnut-shaped face. Although he was fifty-three or fifty-four, he looked like he was seventy-five or seventy-six. However, the old man was strong and robust, with the physique

of a forty-year-old vigorous man. Old Man Sun was a native of Xiangyang. Xiangyang, with its strategic location,

had been a battleground since ancient times, frequently ravaged by war.

At that time, the world was in turmoil, and the warlike Mongol Tartars attacked the city year after year. Old Man Sun's ancestors were

honest farmers from the surrounding towns. When the Tartars came, they were unable to hide and were beheaded. The family fled into the city and made a living by doing menial

work , becoming extremely poor. Old Man Sun was still a bachelor in his fifties. If

it weren't for the steward taking pity on him when the Guo household was hiring servants, he would probably have starved to death on the streets not long after.

Therefore, Old Man Sun was filled with gratitude and worked exceptionally hard. Moreover, the Guo family always treated their servants very well,

providing food and lodging , and a monthly stipend of several strings of cash. During festivals, in addition to red envelopes, they would also provide new clothes.

In these chaotic times, where could one find such a good family?

As the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm

, they think of lust," and this was certainly true. Since becoming a servant in the Guo family, Old Man Sun lived in a grand house, ate fine grains and noodles, and did not do heavy labor; his cheeks began to swell, and his youthful heart

gradually stirred. He thought he couldn't live a life of bachelorhood forever.

So, he chose an auspicious day, dressed in his finest clothes, and begged the matchmaker in the back street, saying that he was not young anymore and

had saved some money, and wanted her to use her persuasive tongue to arrange a marriage for him. He didn't want an old man, only a beautiful young

woman of sixteen or seventeen. The matchmaker knew him well, and although she couldn't openly mock him since he was a customer, she secretly spread the word

as a joke.

Soon, everyone in the Guo household knew about it. Some frivolous ones laughed at him to his face, calling him an old man who shouldn't be so disrespectful, like an old ox

trying to eat the laughter became too much did he blush and point to the sky, swearing, "I will definitely marry

a beautiful young woman to shame you all!"

Everyone laughed loudly at this. The maids, servants, and other women in the household, some laughing at him, some

pitying him, and some of the more frivolous ones couldn't help but gossip about him when they met. The old man took it

seriously, thinking these young ladies were interested in him and flirting, and his mouth started to wander.

Some knew their place and feared the Guo family's rules, so they spat at him a few times and ignored him. But some promiscuous women

, finding him amusing, teased him in a subtle way. Old Man Sun, having gained some verbal advantage,

couldn't resist getting physical with the women. These women were also flirtatious; if he pinched their buttocks one day, they would let him

touch their breasts the next. They would give him a stern look and scold him, but they were secretly aroused. Old Man Sun

was quite clever; seeing the lust in the girls' eyes when they glared at him and the seductive smiles on their lips when they scolded him, he was delighted and

became even more entangled with them.

Some, annoyed by his persistent advances, would be led to secluded spots where he would undress and engage in sexual intercourse. Each was horrified by the old

man's large, thick penis; he was vigorous and energetic, no less than a young man. They were often defeated by his

advances , crying and screaming. Afterwards, their genitals would be swollen and red, and they would walk with a limp. The next time they saw him,

they would flee like mice before

a cat, not daring to take his advances again. Old Man Sun, having lost his pleasure, was quite irritable. He even considered visiting prostitutes, but his pockets were

empty, and he couldn't afford the money. Going to indulge in illicit affairs would only invite ridicule, and he feared being beaten out, losing face

and his health. Thinking of all this, he had no choice but to suppress his desires. Every day, seeing the beautiful,

swaying their slender waists dancing before his eyes, his lust burned like a raging torrent.

Helpless, he had to use his hand as a substitute, fantasizing and spraying at the same time.

Among them, Guo Jing's wife, his master's wife, Huang Rong, the former leader of the Beggars' Clan, famous for her beauty,

was a frequent visitor in his fantasies. When he first saw Huang Rong, he was amazed by her beauty. There was no woman in this world who could be so

beautiful . One glance from her and his soul was completely captivated.

Although he knew that his status was vastly different from Huang Rong's and that he could never have his way with her, his wicked heart could

n't help but indulge in fantasies. He quickly masturbated his old, hard penis. As the pleasure surged, he

imagined Huang Rong, with her incomparably alluring beauty, naked with snow-white skin, her large, white breasts swaying, her mouth working

hard to swallow his penis, her plump buttocks shaking like a bitch in heat, her seductive

moans sometimes melodious, sometimes high-pitched, accompanied by her swaying breasts. Finally, with a muffled groan from Old Man Sun,

his cloudy semen spurted out. While he was satisfied, the sense of loss in his heart grew even heavier.

"If I had the chance to taste her beauty, I would die content..."

Last night, a grand banquet was held in the manor, and many heroes attended, most of whom were completely drunk. They had to

rest on the spot in the manor, but there weren't enough guest rooms. Fortunately, Huang Rong had anticipated this and prepared to vacate the rooms of the servants for everyone

to rest. She also negotiated with an inn in the city that ran a carriage business to arrange beds for the servants. Only after all this trouble were they able to find a

place for everyone. Old Man Sun, however, was so busy last night that he missed the curfew. By the time he remembered, the city was under

curfew. The Tartars had just retreated, and no one in or outside Xiangyang dared to be careless. At the first watch, the entire city was under martial law. Anyone who went out on the streets without the General's

decree would be executed without mercy!

Old Man Sun was torn. Suddenly, he remembered the woodshed in the mansion where he used to have affairs. He usually

kept it tidy, and behind the pile of firewood in the east corner, he even laid out a straw and cotton quilt for his pleasures. Thinking it over,

he headed towards the woodshed.

However, he slept soundly, only to be awakened by a loud banging on the door. He rubbed his eyes,

about to mutter a few words, when through the gap in the firewood, he saw Huang Rong, the celestial maiden he had always fantasized about but could never have.

Old Man Sun was startled, thinking that he had been caught sleeping in by the mistress. He was about to scramble out and kowtow to apologize when what he saw

next left him speechless, his soul almost leaving his body.

Huang Rong, desperate to urinate, was only concerned with relief after pulling down her skirt. A skilled martial artist with keen senses, she

was now immersed in the pleasure of release, completely unaware that behind the pile of firewood directly in front of her, Old Man Sun was staring

intently at her urinating vulva: her snow-white, pinkish-white thighs, where a

thick patch of pubic hair was glistening black from the urine, and several strands of wet pubic hair clung to her dark red cleft, hanging

down, a single golden drop of urine dangling precariously—even more alluring... It was two tender, bright red

labia , like a rose petal in the morning dew, moist, fresh, and charming. The clitoris, about the size of a thumb, was like

a pearl, bathed in the sweet dew sprayed from the flower's heart, becoming even more smooth and tender...

Old Man Sun's face turned red, his breathing became heavier, and his hands involuntarily caressed his throbbing, erect penis, beginning to stroke it up and down. The beautiful sight before him really stimulated him, and after a few strokes, glistening fluid seeped from

the tip of his penis . Huang Rong slowly finished urinating and was about to comfortably pull up her waistband and put on her pleated skirt when she suddenly caught a breath. The sound was like a thunderclap, and countless thoughts raced through her mind: "Who is it? How come I didn't notice? Could it be a master? Is it friend or foe? Did he/she see my embarrassing state just now..." She was both shocked and angry , and with a sharp cry, she raised her hand and struck out with a palm strike following the sound. Her splitting palm technique was a true inheritance from her father, Huang Yaoshi. This time, she struck with anger, her palm force whistling, instantly sending firewood flying in all directions. Caught off guard, Old Man Sun was knocked over several times and leaned against the wall, crying out, "Madam, please have mercy!" Huang Rong was about to take a step forward to pursue him when she suddenly heard this. She stopped in her tracks, her palms still, and shouted, "Who are you? Why are you spying on me? Speak!" She was both ashamed and angry, her voice sharp and fierce, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes. Old Man Sun dared not meet her gaze and hurriedly scrambled to his feet, kneeling before Huang Rong and kowtowing desperately, begging for mercy: "Madam, Madam, I am Sun Xiaoshuan, the water carrier in this household. I didn't mean to, I didn't see anything..." Huang Rong stared intently at the lewd old man before her. She rarely saw Old Man Sun, but she vaguely remembered that he was a servant in the household. She had a feeling that it might be a misunderstanding. Her gaze swept over Old Man Sun and she caught sight of his penis, which he hadn't managed to insert in his panic. It was long and thick, red, and upon closer inspection, a trace of semen was still dripping near the glans. "You still say you didn't see it..." Huang Rong felt a surge of bitterness and anger. She had never suffered such humiliation since she entered the world of martial arts. Her innocent body had been seen by this old geezer, and... and he even used it to masturbate. She kicked Old Man Sun, sending him sprawling, and roared, "You shameless old man! You still say you didn't see it? Tell me, what was that?" She pointed at Old Man Sun's penis, her body trembling slightly. Old Man Sun's face flushed red. Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, he could only get up and kowtow again, but this time he dared not beg for mercy. Huang Rong gradually calmed down. Looking at the old man Sun's bruised and swollen face, his forehead covered in dust and a red welt, his hunched back trembling uncontrollably from fright, Huang Rong's heart softened. She secretly thought that she had been careless and that the old man's mistake was unintentional. She also thought that even a powerful monk would be tempted by her own body, let alone an old man ... A slight sense of pride welled up inside her. Looking at Sun Laoshuan's penis, although she had just been frightened, it was still erect, thick, long, and large. Even her brother Jing's erection was not as impressive. This old man was so well-endowed! Huang Rong was secretly amazed, and a surge of lust rose in her heart. A slight heat welled up deep within her lower body... "I... what happened to me?" Huang Rong's pretty face flushed red. She quickly composed herself and shouted sternly, "I'll spare you for now because you're a servant in this household. But if even a whisper of what happened today gets out..." With a cold snort, Huang Rong flicked her finger, and a sharp gust of wind pierced the air, striking Old Man Sun's left ear. Blood gushed out instantly. Although Old Man Sun was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, he didn't dare to groan loudly. He hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "No! No! I wouldn't dare even if I had the guts of the world...!" Huang Rong thought to herself that if she kicked this old man out of the house, who knew what kind of nonsense he would spout, making the whole city know and causing an uncontrollable keep him by her side to keep him under control. Therefore, she used her finger-flicking technique to make the old man both fearful and afraid, so that he wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Since marrying Guo Jing, her reputation as a chivalrous woman had grown, and she had become more righteous in her actions. If it were before, given the temperament of the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, she would have already killed this old man to silence him . Seeing that Old Man Sun, though fearful, kept glancing away, she realized she hadn't fastened her pleated skirt, leaving her lower body exposed. Her two long, slender, snow-white thighs shimmered like ivory in the light streaming through the window, and her lower abdomen was a messy, unprotected area, even her buttocks felt chilly. Realizing this, she was both embarrassed and angry, and was about to raise her hand to strike the old lecher when Old Man Sun, being quick- witted , had already rolled to the side, curled up in a heap, looking pitiful and helpless. Seeing this, Huang Rong was both amused and annoyed. Her eyes, almost unconsciously, drifted to the dangling penis of Old Man Sun, and she spat, " Why aren't you fastening your pants?" With that, she gracefully bent her waist, sending a fragrant breeze, and quickly walked away, leaving Old Man Sun stunned for a long time with her elegant back view . The third section describes the residence of Lü Wende , the Prefect of Xiangyang. Lü Wende, then serving as the Pacification Commissioner of Jinghu, did not originally have his office in Xiangyang. However, in recent years, the Tartars had repeatedly invaded Xiangyang, causing alarm throughout the Southern Song Dynasty. Emperor Lizong issued an edict urging him to oversee the war. Forced to leave the comfortable and safe rear, Lü Wende brought two concubines to Xiangyang. To avoid disrespecting the Pacification Commissioner, the expensively constructed prefectural office became Lü Wende 's temporary residence and the meeting place for military discussions in Xiangyang. It was high noon, and several guards leaned against the wall with their spears, striking the wall intermittently.

Nodding and dozing, the government office was utterly silent. The winding corridors were quiet and secluded, and several

peonies vied for attention, attracting a swarm of bees and butterflies that fluttered about, adding to the tranquility.

In a secluded and elegant courtyard in the southeast of the government office, faint moans could be heard.

Through the hanging bamboo curtains, one could walk around the main hall and enter the inner courtyard bedroom. Inside the thin gauze curtains, a faint smoke

swirled, and a rich fragrance filled the air. From a gilded and silver-plated, exquisitely crafted stove, wisps of smoke rose, their aroma

refreshing and dispelling the summer heat. On the mahogany bed, two fleshy figures rolled around, drenched in sweat.

The woman braced herself on the bed, her slender waist bent to its limit, her smooth, jade-like, snow-white back forming

an alluring curve. A few glistening beads of sweat gathered in the hollow of her back, faintly exuding the scent of perfume.

Her round, pert buttocks, like two full moons of white jade, were exaggeratedly arched upwards, revealing her slightly purplish

cleft and the beautifully shaped folds of her anus. Below, amidst the tangled pubic hair, a thick, dark, glistening penis was

vigorously thrusting in and out, splashing water everywhere

with each stroke. The man, with his potbelly protruding, thrust hard, the friction of his penis against the vaginal walls causing the woman

to cry out ecstatically, "Good brother! Harder, Rong'er... Rong'er wants more..."

Encouraged, the man grabbed the woman's sagging breasts, his fingers digging deep into them, as if wanting to crush those

snow-white pink breasts to pieces.

"Want more? What do you want?" His voice was frivolous, filled with lewdness.

The woman's plump, fair body was enveloped in a mixture of pain and pleasure from the abuse. She yielded desperately, daring not to disobey in the slightest,

and said in a seductive voice, "Rong'er... Rong'er wants more of brother's big cock, Rong'er's... her lower body is so itchy!"

As she spoke, she twisted her hips, rubbing against the point where their bodies were joined, her delicate, oval face filled with lustful

desire.

"Haha!" The man laughed with satisfaction, thrusting his hips forward, and another round of passionate lovemaking ensued.

Finally, amidst the woman's joyful moans, the man's hips trembled, and his remaining semen shot out,

striking the woman's tender, sensitive core. Both were instantly swept away by ecstasy, experiencing a peak of orgasm.

This man and woman were none other than Lü Wende, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, and his concubine, Liniang.

Lu Wende lay limply on the brocade, his eyes closed, panting. He

savored the intense pleasure of reaching his climax just moments before, as if

the woman beneath him was Huang Rong, the inviolable goddess in the hearts of the people of Xiangyang. What an intoxicating sensation! To ride such a peerless beauty beneath him and bring her pleasure—

wasn't that every man's dream?

Although Lu Wende was greedy, lustful, and of mediocre intelligence, he was not without merit

. His position as a third-rank pacification commissioner in the treacherous Song court was no accident. Above all, he flattered the powerful prime minister Jia Sidao, becoming Jia's

confidant ; below all, during the defense of Xiangyang, he unreservedly trusted and relied on the righteous people led by Guo Jing—

this courage was certainly remarkable.

Now that the Tartars have retreated, the siege of Xiangyang has been lifted, and the Mongol Khan has been killed beneath the city walls—such unparalleled achievements will likely propel

Lü Wende 's career to new heights.

While Lü Wende is riding high on his success, a sense of melancholy lingers in his heart. He has slept with countless beauties, from

courtesans to virtuous ladies to exotic beauties; he has seen it all. Yet, he has never encountered

a woman as mature and alluring as Huang Rong, with her graceful bearing, unparalleled beauty, and exquisite

figure . Coupled with the seemingly unassailable aura of a chivalrous heroine, such a natural beauty, yet also

incredibly ruthless, would surely stir a desire to conquer in any normal man.

Lü Wende both covets and fears Huang Rong's mature and voluptuous body. After all, Huang Rong was no ordinary woman; money and

power could not easily sway her. Her beauty was unparalleled, the likes of which he had never seen before. He considered only the wife of the

Condor , to be comparable. Such a stunning beauty was before his eyes every day, yet he

could not take advantage of her; how could he not be troubled? When the Tartars were besieging the city, his life was in danger, and he had no time for such fantasies. Now that his life

was safe, his barely suppressed lust began to stir.

That day, his desire surged, burning him with unbearable heat. He summoned Li Niang and pinned her

down engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, and after a grueling ordeal, he was exhausted. His desire was somewhat relieved, but the emptiness deep within him

remained like an abyss, impossible to fill. He sighed deeply, his brows furrowed. "I wonder when I'll be able to ride Huang Rong under my crotch and

enjoy myself to my heart's content!"

"Husband, what troubles you?" A slender arm reached out, and a snow-white body, still damp with heat, nestled against

Lü Wende's side. Li Niang, her face flushed with desire, asked in a sweet, seductive voice.

Lü Wende frowned and sighed, remaining silent. A hint of mockery flashed

in Li Niang's alluring eyes. She extended her slender fingers and gently caressed Lü Wende's fleshy back, saying with a half-smile, "Is it

because of Madam Guo?"

She was originally a famous courtesan in Yangzhou, renowned for her beauty. After spending a night with her, Lü Wende couldn't bear to part with her.

Considering that he was an official of the court, frequenting brothels would damage his reputation, he used money to bring Li Niang into his household

as a concubine. Even when fighting the enemy at the Xiangyang front, he didn't forget to take her with him, showing how much he doted on her.

As the saying goes, "Madams love money, and courtesans love beauty." Li Niang, born into a brothel, was naturally a promiscuous woman. Aside from his immense power,

Lü Wende's appearance was truly unappealing; he was rough and had a bandit-like air about him, and his bloated figure

lacked any seductive charm. Li Niang naturally disliked him. If it weren't for his status and wealth

, it would have taken him much longer to win her over. Fortunately, although Lü Wende was unattractive,

his manhood was certainly impressive, and he was skilled at seducing women. During their lovemaking, Li Niang was often thoroughly

satisfied , moaning with pleasure, and thus had no interest in keeping a lover and cuckolding her husband

.

As a courtesan with extensive experience and numerous lovers, Li Niang possessed a keen ability to read people.

Lu Wende's cunning schemes were obvious to Huang Rong. In fact, not only was Lu Wende

captivated by Huang Rong, but even a courtesan like Li Niang, upon first seeing Huang Rong's ethereal beauty, couldn't help but feel

a flutter in her heart. She secretly exclaimed that such a woman existed in the world, so valiant and heroic in battle, a woman

who rivaled both sides in awe. Yet this spirited woman also possessed a seductive charm, with large breasts and a full figure

, exuding a captivating allure amidst her elegance and grace.

Li Niang, always confident in her "seductive skills," considered herself worlds apart from Huang Rong. Her seduction

was merely fox-like, flirtatious and wanton, carrying a hint of worldliness; while Huang Rong was

a perfect blend of fairy and devil, chaste woman and wanton woman.

Li Niang felt ashamed of her appearance, but she was quite uninhibited in her infatuation with Lü Wende. Even

when Lü Wende asked her to pretend to be "Rong'er" during their intimate moments, she did so willingly without the slightest jealousy. She merely

observed Lü Wende, since the Tartars retreated, frequently invited Guo Jing to his residence under the pretext of discussing military matters, causing Guo and Huang

to spend less and less time together, hoping to sow discord between them.

In Li Niang's eyes, such underhanded tactics were not only clumsy but also ineffective. Not only were the Guo couple deeply in love,

leaving no room for maneuver, but it would also take at least a year and a half to see any effect. Lü Wende, on the other hand, had very little time left.

According to Song court custom, he would not be allowed to hold military power for long. The yellow-robed envoy summoning him back to Lin'an to report on his duties

had probably already set off!

When Li Niang exposed his secret, Lü Wende wasn't angry. He sighed and muttered, "Who's the bird '

Guan Guan' on the river's islet? A young maiden, a gentleman's desire." He was a woodcutter by

trade , and to avoid ridicule, he hired a tutor and read a few books of poetry and prose. Unfortunately, he wasn't willing to put in

the hard work. He did recognize more characters, but he was a "literacy novice." When he encountered unfamiliar or

obscure the poem "Guan Ju" sound utterly nonsensical.

Li Niang was both disdainful and amused. A plan formed in her mind. She leaned close to Lü Wende's ear and whispered,

"Husband, do you remember last time…" Her voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible.

At first, Lü Wende's face was filled with bitterness and resentment, but gradually his eyebrows lit up with joy. Finally, he embraced Li Niang's delicate body and

laughed triumphantly, "If this fulfills your wish and brings about a happy ending, Li Niang will be credited with a great service."

"You stinking men are all heartless worms, always wanting more than you have," Li Niang

deliberately pouted, twisting her fiery body as she tried to break free from Lü Wende's embrace.

Lü Wende was delighted with this clever plan. The strong jealousy in Li Niang's voice had a captivating, bittersweet

quality to it. His desire surged, his breathing grew heavy, and gazing at Li Niang's milky white body, he let out a low growl, pounced on

her, and squeezed her large, white breasts with his large hands, like a bull in heat, launching another attack.

A meaningful look flashed in Li Niang's eyes. Soon, the pleasure in her lower body surged, and when she opened her eyes again, she was consumed

by lust and boundless passion. The next day,

in the sequel to Huang Rong's story

, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Seeing the pleasant weather, Huang Rong, feeling restless, decided to go for a walk outside the mansion.

More than a month had passed since the siege of Xiangyang was lifted, and after the great battle, Huang Rong felt exhausted, her expression always carrying a hint of listlessness. Guo Jing, thinking

his beloved wife had overworked herself and suffered greatly, felt sorry for her and often gently advised her to rest more.

Being a bit dull-witted, he naturally couldn't understand women's thoughts, and after receiving a few glares, he would just scratch his head and chuckle apologetically,

his simple-mindedness silencing Huang Rong's temper.

Huang Rong knew that her beloved Guo Jing's lifelong ambition was to serve his country and its people. Now, Lu Wende

, the

garrison frequently summoned Guo Jing to discuss military matters, keeping him extremely busy. The couple

rarely saw each other, sometimes going days without a single meeting, and their conversations were even fewer.

Although Huang Rong harbored many complaints, she couldn't bear to go against her husband's wishes. What man doesn't harbor ambitions to

achieve great deeds ? However… "Alas!" Huang Rong sighed softly, so many worries weighing on her mind. Now, to whom could she confide

these tangled sorrows ? The weather was truly lovely today, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze. Huang Rong took a deep breath, the gloom in her heart dispelling, and stepped out of the mansion. Along the way, though she kept her eyes straight ahead, her beautiful eyes secretly darted around. Among the respectfully standing servants, she indeed spotted Old Man Sun, who stood trembling with his head bowed. Huang Rong snorted coldly, her gaze lingering briefly on Old Man Sun. She was pleased to see him flinch, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. That day, after her intimate moments were exposed and this old man had witnessed her private parts, although she had warned him, she was still deeply uneasy. She had secretly observed him for several days afterward, and seeing that Old Man Sun was relatively well-behaved, she assumed he was also deeply afraid of her methods, and thus breathed a sigh of relief. Since she had been watching Old Man Sun closely , she had naturally heard about his philandering ways. "Hmph! He still wants to marry a beautiful young woman!" At this thought, a smile involuntarily appeared on Huang Rong's lips, and involuntarily recalled the manhood between Old Man Sun's legs that day. "They really are big!" she murmured to herself, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over her, making her feel short of breath. Huang Rong quickly regained her composure, secretly wondering about her earlier lapse in composure. Her eyes couldn't help but glance at Old Man Sun again, only to be met with his timid gaze. Her eyes twitched, her expression turned cold, and the old man quickly lowered his head , not daring to breathe. Just then, two beautiful women appeared around the corner, chatting and laughing. One wore emerald green, the other pale yellow; both were mature young women with fair skin and beautiful faces—it was Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan. The two women laughed and chatted intimately. Upon seeing Huang Rong, the lively Yelü Yan spoke first :

"Master's wife, please go out!" The two women, each married to one of the Da Wu and one of the Xiao Wu families, always treated Guo Jing and Huang Rong

with the respect due to disciples.

Huang Rong smiled and said, "I've been cooped up in the mansion for over a month, and I've been wanting to get some fresh air. You two are chatting and laughing,

what's making you so happy? Tell me." She got along very well with Wanyan and Yelü, and in private, she never

acted like an elder. Now, as she asked, she sounded like a gentle and kind older sister.

The two women were originally from the north, and were naturally bold and unrestrained by worldly etiquette. Besides, they got along very well with Huang Rong,

so they weren't surprised.

Wanyan Ping smiled and said, "Just now, Yanmei and I went to Jinghui Temple and listened to those lamas preach the scriptures..."

"Jinghui Temple, lamas!?" Huang Rong frowned.

"Master's wife, you may not know, but this Jinghui Temple was originally a Zen temple. During the great war, all the monks fled, and now

several Tibetan lamas are stationed here. They worship the Kanjur Medicine King Bodhisattva and the Buddha of Bliss, which are extremely efficacious."

Huang Rong smiled slightly, "Oh!" She was actually quite wary of the Golden Wheel Monk, and hearing that Tibetan monks had come to the city today

made her heart tighten. It should be known that the Mongol army was unprecedentedly powerful, having destroyed countless countries in a short time.

The Tibetan regime, which had been in opposition to the Central Plains dynasties since the Tang Dynasty, had long since submitted to the Mongol iron hooves. On the map of China,

only the Southern Song and Dali remained, barely clinging to life. Since Tibet had been subjugated for so long, it was no different from a lackey. Hearing that when M?ngke

Khan , he ordered Tibet to send a detachment to assist in the attack on Sichuan, to contain the Song army in Sichuan. Now, the Mongols had only recently lifted the siege, and lamas

had arrived in Xiangyang. With her sharper senses than others, how could she not be wary!

"What wishes did you make before the Bodhisattva?" Forcing herself to reconsider, Huang Rong smiled at the two women.

She was well-versed in Tibetan Buddhism, and in addition to curing illnesses, the Kanjur Bodhisattva, like the

Guanyin was a deity in charge of fertility. As for the Buddha of Bliss, Huang Rong raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

Seeing Huang Rong's mischievous smile, Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan knew she had seen through their thoughts, and their faces flushed. However,

northern women couldn't imitate the coyness of southern women, and despite their shyness, they didn't hide their feelings:

"We prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless us so that we could have a son or daughter soon." Their faces darkened as they spoke, clearly moved.

Huang Rong sighed inwardly. She knew that since the two women and their two disciples had become intimate, their love had deepened,

but the only flaw was that they hadn't conceived for decades. They had secretly sought out famous doctors and tried countless medicines, but to no avail.

Driven by their desperate desire for a child, their faith in the gods

deepened .

In Huang Rong's opinion, the root of their decades-long infertility likely lay with the Wu brothers, but

as their teacher's wife, she couldn't speak out on this matter. Besides, weren't Qi'er and Fu'er in the same boat?

"What did the Bodhisattva say?" Huang Rong quickly changed the subject, trying to dispel her displeasure. "

A clay Bodhisattva can't speak, but a living Bodhisattva said that our faces show great fortune, and we are definitely not destined to

be childless. As long as we pray sincerely, what is meant to be will come," Yelü Yan said excitedly, clearly trusting

this "living Bodhisattva."

"A living Bodhisattva?" Huang Rong chuckled.

Seeing this, Wanyan Ping knew Huang Rong didn't believe her, and shook her head, saying, "The Lama in the flowery robe is no ordinary monk . He's

one of the chief monks of the Dongba Revolving Wheel Temple, and his Buddhist teachings are truly profound. He shouldn't be underestimated. Since you have some free time today, why don't you go and meet him?"

She and Yelü Yan were from the Jin and Liao dynasties, respectively. Although the Jin and Liao dynasties had fallen, Buddhism had flourished as much as in the Central Plains in the past.

Tibetan Buddhism originated from the wilderness and possessed a wild and mysterious primal power, resonating with the nomadic people's instinctive

reverence . It was widely revered by the nobles of both countries, and the two women were also deeply convinced of its power.

These words piqued Huang Rong's curiosity. She nodded and smiled, "If fate allows, I will certainly pay my respects." She

smiled and parted ways with the two women.

The bustling streets and crowds, free from the pressure of war, quickly

restored its former prosperity.

Huang Rong wandered through the crowds, quite intrigued. Today she wore a plain white silk dress, so light it seemed to float in the wind, as thin as a cicada's wing,

revealing glimpses of her fleshy shoulders. A matching strapless bra barely contained her large breasts. Below her neck, her exposed

skin was crystal clear and white, with a shallow, almost imperceptible cleavage. Combined with her high-piled hair and graceful figure

, she was like a striking, elegant white lotus blooming in the bustling city, swaying gracefully, her beauty indescribable. All

the passersby who passed by Huang Rong held their breath in the face of such beauty, their gazes, a mixture of lust, admiration, praise, jealousy, and

amusement, greedily licking her mature and alluring body.

Huang Rong remained composed under the gazes of the crowd. Although she inwardly scolded herself for her momentary lapse in judgment, wearing

an outfit she had favored in her youth—too flashy—she also thought that time flies, and many years had passed in the blink of an eye.

She had exuded a fresh and bright charm, and now she was mature and alluring,

just as beautiful as ever. Ultimately, she felt a secret delight and a sense of pride.

People in the crowd recognized her and would occasionally approach to greet her with admiration, to which she would respond with a smile and proper courtesy.

Feeling bored after her journey, she considered finding a clean and elegant restaurant to rest. Suddenly, two figures

came into view. Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and without warning, she vanished before everyone's eyes.

Some foolish men and women gasped in astonishment, begging for forgiveness and blessings, bowing their heads in worship, thinking they had offended

the gods in broad daylight.

Although the two figures ahead moved quite quickly, they didn't use any light-footed skills. Huang Rong would occasionally catch up to within about

ten feet , carefully concealing her movements as she followed at a leisurely pace, wondering to herself,

"What are these two up to, sneaking around like this?"

The two were Huang Rong's eldest daughter, Guo Fu, and youngest son, Guo Polu.

The two walked with their heads down, one in front of the other. Guo Fu would occasionally glance back, her expression impatient, seemingly

urging Guo Polu to catch up. Her pretty face, inherited from her mother, was flushed with embarrassment. In contrast...

Guo Polu's honest, dark face, with its awkward, embarrassed smile and inexplicable excitement, was surprisingly vivid. Huang Rong

, suspicious but not pressing the issue, followed the two through the bustling city, around the street, and out of the city

gate with great interest. The journey became increasingly desolate, the two choosing

paths , their vigilance growing ever higher, frequently glancing back. If Huang Rong hadn't been so skilled and experienced,

they would likely have been spotted long ago. The more they did this, the more Huang Rong's doubts deepened. She knew that Guo Fu, spoiled

by , was unruly and prone to causing trouble. After marrying another and experiencing the trials of the martial world,

her arrogance had lessened considerably, but the pride inherited from the Huang family remained deep within her. Guo Polu resembled Guo Jing in both

appearance and temperament—honest, simple, and somewhat timid—and held his elder sister, who had raised him since childhood, in utmost reverence.

What were these two up to?

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, the surroundings were completely silent. Guo Fu and her sister seemed to have relaxed and

began chatting and laughing. Guo Polu jumped up and down, overjoyed, frequently putting his arm around Guo Fu's shoulder

in a very intimate manner. Guo Fu only gave him a few gentle reprimands, seemingly unconcerned.

Although Huang Rong had many doubts, seeing the deep affection between the two siblings, she was deeply gratified. She just hadn't expected Polu

to have such a mischievous and adorable side. At this moment, Guo Polu reached out and wrapped his arm around his elder sister's slender waist, pressing his face against hers,

whispering sweet nothings. From behind, Huang Rong saw them as a loving young couple, and she felt both amused

and annoyed. She thought to herself that she would sneak out later to scare her children, then give them a stern lecture.

Even though they were siblings, they shouldn't be too unruly! She couldn't help but chuckle at the various mischievous ways she imagined scaring them.

Guo Fu, walking ahead, seemed to sense something and cautiously looked back. There was no one in sight. Guo Polu, seeing

her stop, was overjoyed. He wrapped his arms around Guo Fu's slender waist and said coquettishly, "Sister! Right here, right here!"

Guo Fu's pretty face flushed red. She poked his forehead with her finger and spat, "Stop it! Don't listen to your sister!" Still

worried, she looked behind her suspiciously, a vague unease creeping into her heart. Guo Polu persisted

, saying, "Sister, let's stop here. I'm so tired!" Guo Fu, her breathing ragged from his embrace, parted her cherry lips slightly and

let out a soft moan, about to nod in agreement. A rustling sound came from the grass, mixed with faint human voices.

Guo Fu's heart skipped a beat, and Guo Polu, who was holding her, also stiffened. His face flushed, he looked

awkwardly at his elder sister. Guo Fu glared at him, pulled him down to his knees, gripped the hilt of his sword, nodded to each other, and quietly slipped into the bushes,

seemingly trying to avoid the approaching figures. Huang Rong emerged from behind, looking bewildered. The events that had just transpired puzzled her

greatly ; she thought to herself, "These two are so old, yet they're still playing a childish game of hide-and-seek." Just as she was about to follow,

voices came from ahead. A voice, muffled and strained, said,

"Brother, it's that grove."

The sound was like someone enduring immense pain. Then came a flurry of footsteps,

punctuated by the clanging . Huang Rong recognized the voices and knew there were two approaching; their steps were heavy, their movements hurried and chaotic.

Huang Rong was greatly surprised. Concealing herself, she looked towards the sound and saw two soldiers dressed as Song soldiers hurrying towards a dense forest

on her left . Their standard-issue swords clattered against the leather at their waists.

At that moment, the smoke of the Battle of Xiangyang had not yet cleared. Kublai Khan, a master strategist, had used a series

of feints and deceptions during his retreat, successfully defeating several pursuing Song armies before finally departing with ease. It was said that when

Kublai led his army north, he ordered some spies and scouts to lie in ambush and wait for an opportunity. Xiangyang had been on

high alert for many days. Although the gate restrictions had been slightly relaxed, the curfew remained in effect. Seeing the two soldiers acting suspiciously, Huang Rong disregarded Guo Fu and the other soldier

, and with a light leap, she flew into the dense forest in a "Swallow Soaring into the Forest" maneuver.

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