The Romantic Journey Through Time: Huanzhu is Also Romantic Chapter 31

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Chapters 144-145 Night… (Part 1 & 2)

Ertai lay on the bed, dazed and confused. He vaguely heard someone calling his name. He wanted to ask who it was, but couldn't bring himself to ask. He just kept tossing and turning, muttering, “Hot, I’m so hot, I’m dying of heat…”

“Ertai, what’s wrong?”

Seeing Ertai’s discomfort, Nalan Zhu quickly went to the bedside, sat on the bed, and held Ertai’s large hand in her small jade hand, asking with concern.

“Hot, I’m hot…”

Ertai gripped his fourth aunt Nalan Zhu’s small hand tightly, rubbing and kneading it vigorously, constantly complaining of the heat.

Nalan Zhu, whose hand was being held by Ertai, also felt the intense heat of his palm. Her eyes subconsciously scanned his body, and she suddenly noticed red spots on his skin, each about the size of a baby’s thumb. She suddenly remembered that the flower thief had given her aphrodisiacs that day, and it was the same as Ertai’s condition.

"How could this be? How could Ertai also be poisoned by aphrodisiacs?"

Nalan Zhu couldn't help but wonder. She knew Ertai was skilled in martial arts and quite alert. Who could have poisoned him?

Thinking this, Nalan Zhu subconsciously scanned the entire room, but didn't see anyone. Her doubts only grew stronger.

However, Ertai didn't give her time to wonder. At this moment, he was already burning with heat from the 'mutated' wolf energy within him. His only thought was the most primal animalistic desire and release. So, he forcefully pulled his large hand, which was tightly gripping his fourth concubine's small hand, towards him, drawing her soft body into his arms.

"Ah..." Nalan Zhu was lost in thought when Ertai's sudden action caught her off guard. She lost her balance and fell into his arms, her large, white breasts pressed against his chest, distorted by his weight. Her tender vulva was pressed firmly against his erect penis, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Feeling the softness and tenderness in his arms, and sensing his large penis pressing against a sensitive spot, Ertai couldn't help but embrace his fourth concubine's full, soft buttocks, thrusting his hips and rubbing his large penis against Nalan Zhu's vulva.

"Ah... Ertai... be gentle... it hurts..." Nalan Zhu hadn't been touched by a man for over a month since her last encounter with Ertai. Even though she was bound by several layers of clothing, the pressure of Ertai's large penis against her vulva still caused her pain.

However, Ertai was already blinded by lust, only thinking about venting his animalistic desires. He didn't care whether the other person was in pain or not. On the contrary, the more Nalan Zhu cried out in pain, the more it stimulated his beastly nature. He thrust his large penis even more violently through the restraints on Nalan Zhu's vagina.

"Ertai... good brother... slow down... Zhu'er... ah... it really... hurts so much..." Nalan Zhu pleaded weakly while enduring the rough impact of Ertai's large penis.

"Ah... comfortable... so comfortable... so soft..." Ertai completely ignored his fourth aunt's pleas. Moreover, he didn't know that the person he was thrusting his large penis into was his fourth aunt, Nalan Zhu. His only thought at this moment was 'mating,' so he kept thrusting his thick penis into his fourth aunt's vagina, constantly saying 'comfortable' because he felt the unparalleled softness and tenderness.

"Ertai... umm... gently... a little... Zhu'er... ah... I understand how you feel right now... ah ah... but you also need to... um... cherish your... Zhu'er..." Nalan Zhu pushed against Ertai's chest with her hands, trying to get off him, while moaning intermittently and pleading with Ertai to slow down.

At this moment, the Fujin, who was in the bathroom fetching cold water for Ertai, vaguely heard the intermittent moans of a woman coming from the bed in Ertai's room. Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her body inexplicably felt hot.

Driven by curiosity, she placed the prepared water in the bathroom, then tiptoed out of the bathroom and crept towards Ertai's room. As she approached the screen in front of Ertai's bed, the woman's moans grew louder in the Fujin's ears. "Ah...slower...good brother...be gentle...do it..." Hearing this voice, the Fujin's heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, "Why does this voice sound so familiar? It sounds like the fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu." Thinking this, she cautiously peeked out from behind the screen and looked at Ertai's bed. What she saw made her gasp in shock, her mouth agape as if it could fit two eggs. The woman moaning on the bed was none other than Furen's fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu.

"How could this be? How could this be? How could those two be having an affair?"

The Fujin's heart pounded. She rubbed her hands together as if she couldn't believe her eyes. Then, she looked at the bed again and saw a scene that shocked and angered her, yet also aroused her intense desire.

Nalan Zhu, dressed in white, looked like a fairy descended from heaven, her fair skin complementing her beauty. She wore pale white embroidered shoes that accentuated her exquisitely beautiful feet. She straddled Ertai's crotch, her round, plump buttocks held in his large hands, moving back and forth, up and down between his legs, her head shaking wildly with each movement. Seeing this

, the Fujin (wife of the Fujin) blushed crimson. Extremely conservative in her thinking, she was furious. She wanted to rush out and teach the two 'adulterous couple' a lesson, but after taking a step, she quickly pulled her foot back. She suddenly remembered Ertai's pitiful state when he was in pain, writhing on the bed. She knew that Ertai could only relieve his drunkenness and discomfort by finding a woman to vent his frustrations.

A parent's heart is always full of love and concern. No matter the time or circumstance, a mother's first thought is always for her child. Therefore, the Fujin (principal wife) could only suppress her anger. She thought to herself, judging from the two men's behavior, it seemed they had been having an affair for some time. She decided to wait until Ertai

had finished his business and sobered up before confronting them. With this thought, the Fujin wanted to leave the room, as the scene before her was too shameful. However, as she turned to leave, she suddenly realized that her body had become limp, weak and powerless, as if all the blood and energy had been drained from her body.

At the same time, she felt a sudden surge of intense, tingling, itchy stimulation throughout her body, like an electric shock, making her head feel numb and dizzy.

"How could I be aroused? How could this be? They're clearly committing incest, I should be angry!"

The Fujin was startled by the sudden pleasure in her body. She kept asking herself why she had such an inappropriate feeling. Moreover, Ertai and Nalan Zhu were committing incest in front of her. She had seen it, and anger should have been her normal reaction. But she didn't understand why she, who had been so angry just moments before, was now feeling a strange stimulation.

At this moment, Ertai was out of his mind and had no idea that his mother was secretly watching him and his fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu, committing incest. As Ertai's large penis continued to rub and thrust, Nalan Zhu gradually felt that the pain in her vagina had stopped and replaced by an extremely strong feeling of pleasure. Deeply immersed in lust, she did not notice the Fujin peeking from behind the screen.

Nalan Zhu, who had been having her buttocks rubbed against Ertai's large penis by Ertai's embrace, was now, driven by her rising lust, actively twisting and swaying her large, jade-like buttocks, rubbing and pressing against Ertai's large penis. She continuously emitted hot moans that made the Fujin blush.

"Ah...good brother...your big treasure...is so hard...mmm...it feels so good against Zhu'er..."

"Zhu'er?"

The Fujin muttered those two words to herself, further solidifying her deduction that Ertai and Nalan Zhu had long been having an affair. Otherwise, why would Nalan Zhu, Ertai's fourth concubine, call her "Zhu'er" so intimately and affectionately in front of him?

She couldn't bear to listen or watch any longer. After all, the two people entwined in bed were her husband's fourth concubine and her son. Their incestuous behavior in front of her filled her with a deep sense of guilt. However, whenever she tried to leave Ertai's room, her steps felt as heavy as lead, and she couldn't take a step. Moreover, whenever she tried not to look or closed her eyes, the extremely comfortable expression on Nalan Zhu's face that she had just seen would involuntarily appear in her mind.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind: they hadn't even taken off their clothes yet, and Ertai had already made Nalan Zhu feel so good. If they took off their clothes and... wouldn't that be...? This thought made the Fujin even more ashamed. But the more ashamed she felt, the more her mind replayed the image of Ertai's large, red penis that she had just seen and held, and the more unbearable itching she felt.

Thus, under this complex and contradictory psychological influence, the Fujin remained hidden behind the screen, her eyes both wanting to watch and not wanting to watch, yet inexplicably fixed on the actions of the two on the bed.

At this moment, Ertai seemed unsatisfied with penetrating Nalan Zhu's vagina through the restraints. His body burning with desire, he only wanted to place his large penis in a wet place and release his pent-up desires. He grabbed Nalan Zhu's waist and pushed her down onto the bed.

Ertai's head was originally on the north side of the bed, but now, taking advantage of the moment, he got up and tackled Nalan Zhu, so their heads were now on the south side. The Fujin, who was peeking from behind the screen on the south side of the bed, was startled by their sudden movement and hurriedly pulled her head back behind the screen, her heart pounding with fear.

Although Ertai was not fully conscious, the delicate fragrance emanating from his fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu, constantly wafted before his nose, deeply attracting him. So, relying on his male intuition and instinct, he touched Nalan Zhu's full, white thighs. The sudden stimulation caused Nalan Zhu's body to tremble violently.

The thin, smooth silk trousers felt incredibly pleasant to Ertai, so he became even more impulsive, moving his hand along Nalan Zhu's rounded thighs towards her groin, feeling her tender flesh through the trousers and underwear.

Without giving it much thought, the sudden change in the seven-colored wolf energy made his body extremely hot. He quickly reached inside Nalan Zhu's trousers, touching her black silk panties. He flicked a finger at her vulva, and Nalan Zhu's sensitive lower body twitched. Her small hand trembled as she lightly leaned on Ertai's arm for support.

Ertai's hand continued to slip inside Nalan Zhu's panties, probing towards her hidden inner thighs. He quickly touched her hairy vulva. Instinctively, he knew that just an inch down would be her plump labia!

So he moved his hand down and finally touched Nalan Zhu's plump labia majora. He could feel the two full, fleshy folds rising, and in the middle, he could vaguely feel a clitoris. Ertai gently rubbed it with his fingers, and Nalan Zhu trembled all over, unable to help but moan softly.

"Ah... Ertai... be gentle... my little hole... it's so... itchy..."

Nalan Zhu was truly enjoying herself at this moment, because Ertai's fingers were very strong and his technique was very skillful, making her feel extremely comfortable. However, because Ertai's movements were too rough, it made her tender flesh a little sore, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain. But her whole body trembled slightly under Ertai's caresses, and her lower body was already wet, completely soaking the crotch of her narrow, tight panties.

She glanced at Ertai unintentionally, and her cheeks, which were already flushed from Ertai's teasing, became even redder. It turned out that he had already taken off his own pants, and his already erect penis pushed up his thin white panties, the outline of the large glans was clearly visible, and it seemed to be even larger than she had seen before.

This unintentional glance made Nalan Zhu's lustful heart, which had been aroused by Ertai's large penis rubbing against her little hole, even more flutter, and her flesh unconsciously flowed out a few drops of lustful fluid.

Guided by his male intuition, Ertai felt the wetness of Nalan Zhu's vulva, which fueled his growing lust. He slipped his fingers along the edge of Nalan Zhu's panties, parting her plump labia with two fingers, and then probing further inside with another, immediately feeling the slippery texture.

His fingers gently caressed and pinched Nalan Zhu's tender and alluring opening, sending a strange sensation through her body—was it itchiness? Was it tingling? A powerful stimulation permeated the indescribable feeling.

The environment, being in Ertai's room, gave Nalan Zhu a strange thrill, a thrill stemming from their affair and incest. Coupled with Ertai's skillful, large hands teasing her, Nalan Zhu involuntarily raised her head, panting heavily, her delicate brows furrowed, her eyes glazed, and she involuntarily moaned repeatedly, "Good brother... your fingers... ah... are so amazing... ah ah... they're... Zhu'er's... little hole... so beautiful... ah..."

Ertai's hands continued to explore her wet, fleshy cleft, his large fingers caressing her tender labia, causing a continuous flow of vaginal fluid, soaking her pubic hair, his index and middle fingers deeply embedded in her slippery flesh.

Nalan Zhu couldn't withstand such stimulation; her face flushed with lust, she gasped for breath, her tongue slightly protruding, her lower body trembling, her vaginal muscles spasming, her whole body burning hot, the ignited desire leaving her weak and powerless.

After playing with her for a few minutes, Ertai finally withdrew his fingers from Nalan Zhu's vagina. He deliberately waved his fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid, in front of her nose, then, driven by male instinct, he reached through her clothes and began to knead her tender, full breasts.

"Ah...you rascal...be gentle...don't be so rough...ahh...my breasts are so swollen...so hot..."

Nalan Zhu was already extremely sensitive from Ertai's teasing, and she found that Ertai, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, was becoming increasingly skilled, causing her to moan incessantly with pleasure.

After kneading her through her clothes for a while, Ertai, with Nalan Zhu's help, untied her top, but didn't completely remove it, leaving it hanging on her body. Then he reached into Nalan Zhu's black bodice and firmly grasped her two plump breasts, kneading them while his fingers playfully teased her pink, tender nipples.

Because Ertai had been practicing martial arts frequently lately, a thin layer of calluses had formed on his palms. As his large hands caressed and teased Nalan Zhu's fair and soft breasts and nipples, Nalan Zhu felt a tingling, numbing stimulation that went straight to her heart, and she moaned louder and louder.

"Ah...so comfortable...my breasts are so swollen...so itchy...good man...squeeze harder...rub harder...so good..."

The Fujin, who had just been startled by Ertai and Nalan Zhu's sudden actions and had been hiding behind the screen without daring to peek out, suddenly heard Nalan Zhu's increasingly loud moans. Her heart skipped a beat, and her curiosity was piqued. She secretly glanced at the bed behind the screen.

This time, the sight of the peeping made the Fujin blush even more. The scene before her was dozens of times more erotic and stimulating than the last time. Ertai's fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu, was lying on the bed with her clothes half-undone. All the buttons on her upper garment were undone, and her black embroidered bodice was turned upside down. Ertai, his whole body flushed and his eyes burning with lust, was playing with Nalan Zhu's soft and elastic breasts. Her large nipples, which were originally sunken and buried in the rosy areolas, were now being pulled out and sucked by Ertai with his teeth, slowly making them hard. He then pressed his lips to Nalan Zhu's breasts, carefully licking every part, while his left hand was constantly stroking Nalan Zhu's other large, plump breast.

Ertai then used his other hand to lift Nalan Zhu's long skirt, raising it up to her lower abdomen. He then grabbed the bottom of her black, semi-transparent panties and pulled them to the side, down to the cleft between her labia and thighs. He then lifted Nalan Zhu's legs, clad in white embroidered shoes, and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Holding his engorged, purplish-red penis, in a dazed state, relying on his male instincts and intuition, he aimed his glans at Nalan Zhu's overflowing, deep red vulva, pressed against her labia, and forcefully thrust it in with a "plop" into Nalan Zhu's wet, warm honeypot.

"Ah...ahhh..."

Nalan Zhu cried out in ecstasy, as if each thrust from Ertai had reached the very core of her honeypot, her face contorted in a state of near-death experience. Her large, white buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with Ertai's thrusts.

Ertai quickened his thrusting, and with each stroke, his large penis not only pulled Nalan Zhu's labia outwards, but also began to drip with moisture. Finally, a thin stream of fluid formed, flowing from her reddened vulva down to her buttocks, quickly soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.

The Fujin felt a surge of heat and arousal; a tingling, unbearable sensation began to rise in her lower body. She felt incredibly ashamed and guilty, yet she couldn't resist the stimulation before her. Involuntarily, she squeezed her legs together and slowly reached her right hand to her lower abdomen, gently stroking her tender vulva through her trousers and panties with her fingers. After a few touches, vaginal fluid began to flow freely.

As her fingers traced her labia through her panties, the fingertips touching her clitoris, the Fujin trembled involuntarily. Her vaginal fluids flowed more freely, and her hand movements quickened, her fingertips circling and lightly pressing against her clitoris.

Her purple silk panties were already soaked with her fluids. Afraid of being heard by Ertai and Nalan Zhu, she suppressed her moans, making soft, sobbing sounds.

Meanwhile, Ertai on the bed began to vigorously caress and knead Nalan Zhu's large breasts, leaving red handprints on her white, tender breasts. Her pink nipples, now erect like two small grapes, swayed up and down with each thrust. Nalan Zhu's behavior at this moment was completely different from usual; she raised her voice and cried out even more wantonly.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... My breasts are so swollen... Ertai... Good brother... My little hole... It's so itchy... I want your... big baby... Mmm..."

In his dazed state, Ertai seemed encouraged by his fourth aunt Nalan Zhu's loud, lewd moans. He thrust his penis tightly into Nalan Zhu's vagina, grabbed her beautiful feet, lifted her legs together, pulled off her white socks and embroidered shoes, and inhaled the fragrant scent of sweat from the soles of Nalan Zhu's feet. Then he began to suck and lick her toes, which were painted with dark blue nail polish, nibbling at them.

Nalan Zhu always took great care of her feet; they had white, tender insteps, pink soles, and neatly trimmed, smooth toes. The dark blue nail polish on her toenails reflected a pearl-like luster.

As Ertai licked Nalan Zhu's beautiful feet, the Fujin, who was secretly watching, began to breathe rapidly. She felt her vaginal walls gradually begin to pulsate, and the feeling of emptiness grew stronger. Her fingers, stroking her tender vulva, moved even faster. Even through her panties, she could clearly feel her juices overflowing.

"Ah...I want...I want...mmmmmm..."

Under this stimulation, the Fujin couldn't help but moan softly. While moaning, she blamed herself for truly becoming a harlot, and at the same time, her heart was racing with worry, fearing that the two people making love on the bed would hear her moans.

Fortunately, Nalan Zhu also let out moans dozens of times louder than hers, completely drowning out her soft moans, so the Fujin's passionate moans were not heard by the two of them.

"Ahhh... Ertai... your feet are so beautiful... so itchy... your tongue... ah... so nimble... harder... it feels so good... ah..."

The Fujin, while urgently pleasuring herself between her legs with her right hand, curiously followed Nalan Zhu's high-pitched moans and looked towards the bed. She saw Ertai frantically sucking and licking Nalan Zhu's fragrant feet, between her toes, which had a slightly sour, sour smell. He was also constantly rubbing Nalan Zhu's toes with his hands. Then, she saw Ertai lift Nalan Zhu's legs up and begin thrusting violently into her buttocks.

"I feel so good... I want you... I want you... fuck me... faster! Faster! Oh... oh... I'm coming..."

Nalan Zhu was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by the strong Ertai, her moans sounding like crying, a wanton, wanton cry, her buttocks desperately thrusting backward to meet him.

Seeing this, the concubine, who was secretly watching from the side, was immediately filled with a dazed look. Although her fingers had reached their limit, her vagina was becoming increasingly hot. Her long-dormant lust was like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable. Her body slowly went limp to the ground, her legs half-bent up to her chest, her entire body completely hidden behind the screen, leaving only her eyes to secretly watch the erotic and stimulating scene on the bed. She couldn't help but imagine herself as Nalan Zhu under Ertai, while her fingers quickly kneaded the beautiful area between her thighs.

After a period of vigorous thrusting, Ertai was still in a daze, but he had regained some of his senses. The flushed patches on his body were gradually fading. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the fourth concubine's beautiful face, pink and flushed after being baptized by love and desire.

"Fourth Aunt? How is it you?"

Ertai asked in surprise. While he was unconscious, he only felt a woman helping him relieve his urge to urinate by holding his large penis, and she even gave him oral sex. Afterwards, he thrust into her vagina and frantically pumped for a while. He never expected that this person would be his fourth aunt, Nalan Zhu.

"Who else could it be but me? Have you forgotten that I told you at the family banquet that I was coming to your room?"

Nalan Zhu gave Ertai a charming glare, and then said, "Ertai, I just saw that your body was covered with red spots, and you kept saying you were 'hot,' like you've been poisoned by aphrodisiacs."

"Aphrodisiacs? What aphrodisiacs?"

Ertai asked, pretending to be confused. In fact, although he was confused, he knew through his mind that it was because the seven-colored wolf energy in his body had absorbed 'wolf intoxication,' causing the wolf energy to mutate. He felt hot all over as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, and he wanted to release his lust.

"It's nothing, never mind, I won't say anymore... Ertai... You just left me feeling so unsatisfied, it's so itchy down there, I really want you to continue..."

Nalan Zhu blushed and begged Ertai's big cock to continue thrusting into her little hole. Although she had already orgasmed once, she hadn't received Ertai's big cock for over a month, so she quickly felt the sensation again.

"Okay, Zhu'er's wife, I'll make you feel good right now..."

Ertai still felt dizzy, knowing that the toxins in his body hadn't dissipated, so he forcefully thrust into Nalan Zhu's tender, moist little hole.

Seeing Ertai regain his previous vigor, thrusting wildly and vigorously into her little hole, filling it to the brim, the flesh rubbing against flesh almost perfectly, the intense and stimulating friction, made Nalan Zhu groan loudly again.

"Ah...so beautiful...harder...yes...that's it...ah...big cock...so long...it's hitting my...heart...mmmmmm..."

The Fujin, listening to Nalan Zhu's passionate moans as her son's big cock vigorously pounded into her, suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. She felt indignant and resentful, and at the same time, she remembered that her own body hadn't been touched by a man for over ten years, and she was desperately thirsty. Why could Nalan Zhu moan uncontrollably on her son Ertai's body, while she could only rely on self-pleasure to release her pent-up desire?

However, this thought only existed in the Fujin's mind for a moment. Then, the conservative Fujin couldn't help but secretly berate herself for being an unchaste and immoral woman. Since she was jealous of her son's affair and incest, did she also want to commit incest with him?

Thinking of this thought, the Fujin was shocked. She was not shocked by the absurdity of her thought, but by the fact that when this absurd thought arose in her mind, she felt no shame or guilt towards the Fujin. Instead, a strange and intense pleasure inexplicably surged in her heart, causing her lower abdomen to feel like it was being electrocuted, and her vagina to gush out streams of vaginal fluid like a floodgate had been opened, soaking her tight panties.

While the Fujin was terrified, Ertai and Nalan Zhu on the bed in front of the screen changed their lovemaking position. Ertai made Nalan Zhu roll over and kneel on the bed, while Nalan Zhu cooperated like a female dog, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, her snow-white, delicate buttocks raised high towards Ertai's large penis.

After assuming this position, the Fujin saw Ertai climb on top of Nalan Zhu, pressing his lower body between her round buttocks, using his large glans to separate Nalan Zhu's wet labia majora and minora, and then forcefully inserting it into Nalan Zhu's vagina.

"Ah! Ouch... no... ah... it hurts..."

Nalan Zhu immediately let out a low moan. Because of the half-standing, half-kneeling position, Ertai's thick glans did not penetrate Nalan Zhu's vagina. Due to the excessive force, his large penis, aided by the vaginal fluid, slid to her anus, almost becoming anal penetration.

Meanwhile, someone secretly watching from the side, unable to resist imagining the woman beneath Ertai as their own wife, couldn't help but unconsciously touch their own anus after witnessing this scene. Their other hand was constantly massaging and stroking their vulva. The dual pleasure from both orifices stimulated them so much that they couldn't help but

moan , "Ahhh..."

Ertai, due to the strange change in his wolfish aura, had a ringing in his ears, like the sound of striking metal. He didn't hear the other woman's moans in the room, only lewdly grinning at Nalan Zhu before using his right hand to lift one of her legs. Suddenly losing her balance, Nalan Zhu quickly pressed her hands against the headboard, one leg half-kneeling, while Ertai lifted the other, spreading her legs wide.

At this moment, her moist and alluring vulva was fully exposed. Ertai used his left hand to lift his thick penis, the glans slowly squeezing into the warm, slippery, and tight vulva, thrusting it forcefully into Nalan Zhu's vagina.

"Ah...good brother...you're inserting...so deep...so powerful...mmm...my little hole feels so good...ah..."

Nalan Zhu moaned softly and lewdly.

Her little hole was being penetrated by Ertai's thick penis, and the walls of her vagina reflexively tightened around it, her white, tender buttocks also clenching tightly.

"...Ah...so tight!...so good..."

Ertai's penis shuddered with pleasure as it was gripped by his fourth aunt's vagina, and he thrust it forward forcefully, truly plunging it all the way in.

"Ah...Ertai...so good...your big cock is all...inside...my little hole feels so beautiful...so full...harder...harder...ahhh..."

Nalan Zhu cried out lewdly again as Ertai's large penis penetrated her.

After Ertai inserted his penis to the hilt, he felt it enveloped by the hot, moist vagina, while his scrotum slapped against the white, tender buttocks of his fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu, with each powerful thrust, making a 'slap, slap, slap' sound, which greatly excited Ertai.

At this moment, his hands gripped Nalan Zhu's snow-white buttocks, thrusting in and out relentlessly, hundreds of times in this 'slap, slap, slap' manner. Ertai saw Nalan Zhu's anus contracting incessantly with sexual arousal. He pressed his middle finger against Nalan Zhu's anus, kneading it wildly, slowly inserting a joint of his finger into it.

This sudden stimulation made Nalan Zhu feel as if two penises were simultaneously violating her, causing the tender flesh inside her vagina and anus to contract incessantly.

At this moment, with the thick penis and strong finger penetrating her, Nalan Zhu felt an indescribable pleasure throughout her body—a tingling, numb, or itchy sensation that she couldn't quite define.

"Ah...ah...so comfortable...so good...harder...my pussy and anus...feel so good...Ertai...you're so good at this...Auntie...I love you so much..."

"Ah ah...dear husband...good man...harder...harder...yes...all the way in...so exciting...Auntie sister...I'm going to...I'm going to...fly..." This was a feeling of pleasure she had never experienced since she started having sex, and soon she had a beautiful orgasm under the double thrusting of Ertai's penis and fingers.

Behind the screen, the Fujin, involuntarily reached both hands into her panties at Ertai's action. With one hand, she bent two fingers and forcefully inserted them into her already wet vulva, quickly thrusting them in. With the other hand, she imitated Ertai's actions, first sucking her fingers into her mouth, then sliding them over her white, tender buttocks and placing them on her anus to massage and rub. She felt a stimulation hundreds of times more pleasurable than when she masturbated by simply stroking her vulva. She couldn't help but close her eyes slightly, her heart pounding wildly, and insert her wet fingers into her anus.

An intense, exhilarating sensation instantly coursed through her entire body, like an electric current coursing through her veins, an overwhelming wave of pleasure. She couldn't help but moan softly along with Nalan Zhu's loud, wanton cries, "Ah...so good...so good...mmm..." As she increased the speed and intensity of her self-stimulation, coupled with her uncontrollable fantasies that it was Ertai thrusting into her, and that she was the woman beneath Ertai moaning with pleasure, the intense pleasure spread throughout her body, causing her cries to grow even more unrestrained, "Ah...like this...mmm..." "It's so...comfortable...Ertai...harder...thrust harder into Mother...Mother wants you..." As the Fujin, driven by lust, involuntarily uttered the last words, "Ertai...harder...", she immediately began to condemn herself inwardly. But then she saw Nalan Zhu's lewd expression and moans as Ertai's large penis thrust violently into her, and suddenly felt a surge of envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Nalan Zhu. A sour feeling welled up inside her, and she couldn't help but fantasize about the intense pleasure Ertai's large penis would bring when it entered her vagina. Her masturbation became increasingly frenzied.

However, Ertai, due to the strange change in his wolfish aura, was mentally confused and unaware of the presence of another woman in the room. He also didn't hear his mother calling out his name and uttering vulgar and obscene words while masturbating. Nalan Zhu, meanwhile, was enjoying her lust, her moans dozens of times louder than the Fujin's, and naturally, she didn't hear the other woman's moans in the room.

Looking at the wanton expression and lewd cries of his fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu, who had just tasted the pleasure of intercourse, Ertai was aroused by his primal instincts, his lust burning even brighter.

He felt Nalan Zhu's vagina contract and tighten again, but this time it was a contraction of pleasure, so obvious and powerful. Each contraction seemed to encourage and tease Ertai's penis to grow thicker and harder, to fill her vagina, to fill the emptiness deep within, to satisfy her flesh.

"Ah... Ertai... dear husband... you're so amazing... you're fucking me so good... so comfortable..."

Nalan Zhu praised as she rubbed her plump, white buttocks, matching Ertai's thrusts.

Hearing Nalan Zhu's praise, Ertai became even more excited and no longer cared about being gentle and considerate. He pressed tightly against Nalan Zhu's voluptuous body, holding her pink shoulder with one hand and kneading her tender breasts with the other, while his thick penis thrust violently into her opening and closing honey hole.

Nalan Zhu was the kind of woman who was secretly passionate and exceptionally beautiful—a virtuous and chaste woman in public, but a wanton and seductive woman in bed. At this moment, Ertai's penis and finger were relentlessly thrusting in and out of Nalan Zhu's two orifices, stimulating her immense excitement. The way her plump labia gripped his penis was like a small mouth eating a sausage, so tightly and tightly.

Ertai was equally excited, and his penis and finger thrust deeper and deeper, more and more forcefully. He pumped harder, faster, and deeper, almost completely plunging into Nalan Zhu's vagina and clitoris, then almost completely withdrawing, leaving only the head of his penis held by her plump labia.

At the same time, Ertai felt Nalan Zhu's vagina tighten and suck, knowing she was already experiencing orgasm. So he forcefully raised his already large penis and made one last thrust within Nalan Zhu's tightly contracted vagina.

Ertai's frenzied thrusting made the bed creak and groan. Along with Nalan Zhu's unrestrained moans and the slapping sounds of his penis against her wet vagina, Nalan Zhu's eyes were slightly closed, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her cherry lips were slightly parted as she let out a series of plaintive, alluring, and intermittent moans.

“Ah… swollen… so swollen… big cock… so good… so… long… all the way in… ah… so… beautiful…”

“Ah… ah… ah… so comfortable… fuck me to death… fuck me to death… ah… oh… it’s hitting the core again… ah… I’m going to cum… oh… oh… it’s so beautiful…”

The lewd words of the fourth concubine filled his ears, stimulating Ertai’s nerves. Suddenly he felt a numbness in his waist, and then felt a violent contraction in Nalan Zhu’s vagina. He gritted his teeth and shouted, “Ah… ah… I’m going to… cum…”

“Ah ah… good brother… dear husband… cum… cum for your wife… sister… wants, wants… to give you a… baby…”

Nalan Zhu shouted loudly while quickly throwing her snow-white and plump buttocks back and forth.

"Ah...oh...um...so good...ah...I'm going to cum...ah..."

Ertai felt waves of tingling, numbness, itching, and swelling in his waist, and could no longer hold back as he gushed out a large amount of thick semen. The scalding semen immediately shot into the depths of Nalan Zhu's vagina, overflowing the space between his penis and vagina, and then slowly flowing between Nalan Zhu's thighs.

"Ah ah...so hot...so burning...my little...hole...is going to be...burned to death by your...semen...husband...good man...Zhu'er loves you to death...loves you for a lifetime...ah ah ah...this...this lifetime...will, will...only let you...one person...insert...ah...ah..."

Nalan Zhu's vagina and uterus were scalded by Ertai's scalding semen, and she couldn't help but moan again. At the same time, the tender flesh inside her vagina involuntarily made a final sucking motion on his penis.

As Ertai ejaculated, the Fujin, who was secretly watching, also experienced waves of pleasure. A series of tingling, numbing sensations coursed through her body like electric shocks, making her feel dizzy and disoriented, as if she were walking on clouds. She heard Nalan Zhu moaning wildly with immense satisfaction, and a nameless jealousy welled up within her. Under the intense stimulation of her orgasm, she joined Nalan Zhu in letting out even more unrestrained moans.

"Ah... Ertai... Mother wants you... wants you... um... use your big... thing... hard... um... insert it into Mother's... little hole... ah... so good... Ertai... good brother... Mother is... is going to lose it..."...

After ejaculating, he drifted off to sleep. Although he had detoxified himself through sex, the Seven-Colored Wolf Qi remained murky and lingered in Ertai's mind, numbing his nerves.

He fell into a deep sleep again, and in his sleep, he regulated the seven-colored wolf energy within his body. At the same time, a pure wolf energy also drifted into Ertai's mind from Nalan Zhu's small, beautiful orifice. As he circulated his energy and regulated his breathing, it began to merge and intertwine with the previously turbid wolf energy...

Seeing that Ertai was asleep, Nalan Zhu picked up a clean white cloth from the bedside and wiped both of their bodies. Then, she quickly dressed and left Ertai's room. After all, she and Ertai had an incestuous relationship, and she had to keep a low profile in the Fu family compound. She could not easily stay overnight in Ertai's room to avoid being discovered by others. So, under the cover of night, she quickly left Ertai's room.

Not long after Nalan Zhu left, the Fujin, her eyes filled with complex emotions, glanced at her sleeping son Ertai on the bed, sighed with inexplicable resentment, and slowly left, dragging her exhausted body...

Chapter 146 Selection of Imperial Envoy (Part 1)

After last night's passionate encounter, Ertai not only recovered from the 'Wolf's Intoxication' poison, but also benefited from the misfortune, raising his internal energy level to the peak of the late-stage Martial Empress realm. At this moment, his body was filled with wolf energy, flowing gently. As Ertai regulated his internal energy, the wolf energy in his body emitted a series of crisp sounds like flowing water.

"Hoo~" Ertai sat cross-legged on the bed, the various hand seals his fingers were making suddenly stopped, and then he slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a thick wisp of turbid air from his mouth. He felt as if his body had been soaking in a hot bath, an indescribable comfort.

He then put on his clothes and swung his fists a few times in the air. A series of crisp, melodious 'crackling' sounds emanated from his body, releasing his inner energy. These sounds were incredibly powerful and vigorous, and a faint, eerie green aura rose above the force of his punches, like the dazzling light of an emerald.

"How can there be an eerie green aura?" Ertai wondered, then took out the Supreme Harmony Scripture from under his pillow and quickly flipped to the section on the late-stage peak of the Martial Emperor realm, examining it closely.

It turns out that if a cultivator of Wolf Qi reaches the late stage of the Martial Emperor realm in terms of internal strength, they will develop a more profound and mysterious internal energy within their body, called Netherworld Weak Qi. This energy generally exists in the Weak Water River of the Underworld. Its attributes are extremely sinister and brutal. Legend has it that immortals or demons who commit grave offenses are banished to the nineteenth level of Hell—the Land of Divine Punishment—below the eighteenth level of Hell, where they suffer endless torture, torment, and devastation. To prevent those with high magical power from escaping from the Land of Divine Punishment, the Weak Water River Formation was set up.

Although it is called the Weak Water River, it is actually a gaseous river formed by wisps, strands, and threads of Netherworld Weak Qi. It tightly surrounds the only exit and passage of the Land of Divine Punishment, so that even a mosquito cannot fly out. Anyone who tries to cross the Weak Water River, even if their body comes into contact with a tiny bit of Netherworld Weak Qi as fine as a nanometer, will be burned to ashes, leaving not a trace of ash.

The incredibly ferocious Netherworld Weakness Qi strangely appeared within Ertai's body. Instead of turning him to ashes, it was used by him and could be released at will. This was undoubtedly Ertai's good fortune and a stroke of luck.

Generally speaking, ghosts possess a small amount of Netherworld Weakness Qi. While it cannot be transformed into ghostly internal energy or used for offense or defense, it allows a ghost's body to appear semi-transparent, making them undetectable at night and thus better protecting them.

Therefore, in this sense, Netherworld Weakness Qi is simply a special ability bestowed upon ghosts by heaven, much like a chameleon, though weak, uses color changes for protection. However, Ertai's body structure is vastly different from that of a ghost. Furthermore, after cultivating Wolf Qi, Ertai's body attribute became Blazing Sun, the complete opposite of Netherworld Weakness Qi. Yet, he can peacefully coexist with the seven-colored Wolf Qi within him, even allowing the two gases to merge and fuse. This cannot help but raise suspicions.

However, the Supreme Joyful Union Scripture does not mention why Ertai's physique can withstand the Netherworld Weak Qi. It only says that the Netherworld Weak Qi mostly exists in the bodies of ghosts and the Weak Water River. Moreover, even among cultivators who cultivate wolf qi, only one in a billion can generate Netherworld Weak Qi when their inner qi level reaches the late stage of the Martial Emperor peak. Those who can generate this inner qi are the darlings of heaven and the chosen ones of heaven!

"Damn it, this is basically saying nothing at all." Ertai thought to himself, frustrated that the "Supreme Union Sutra" hadn't explained it clearly either. But fortunately, he had an ostrich mentality; he wasn't in a hurry to understand things he didn't understand, so he suppressed his doubts and continued reading.

Upon reading this, Ertai was immediately excited. It turned out that after having the Netherworld Weak Qi within his body, he would become like a ghost. As long as he channeled the Netherworld Weak Qi throughout his body's meridians, sealed the meridians, and prevented the Weak Qi from leaking out through his breathing, he could appear like a ghost or phantom, his body semi-transparent at night, undetectable to anyone.

"An invisible person? Wow!" Ertai suddenly remembered the TV dramas and movies he had watched in his previous life. Some of them were quite mythical, saying that there were mysterious things like invisibility cloaks or invisibility potions. Once you possessed them, you could hide your body and do things that ordinary people couldn't do without anyone noticing. Ertai now possessed the Netherworld Weak Qi that made his body semi-transparent at night, so how could he not be overjoyed and extremely excited?

Immediately afterward, his eyes quickly scanned the contents below. When he saw the martial arts techniques corresponding to the peak of the late-stage Martial Empress realm, he immediately filtered out the ordinary fist and leg techniques and stared intently at the description of 'Netherworld Blade Fist'. The

Supreme Joyful Union Scripture described that once a practitioner of Wolf Qi developed Netherworld Weak Qi within their body, they could practice 'Netherworld Blade Fist'. This fist technique was extremely strange and difficult to defend against. If used in conjunction with 'Netherworld Concealment Technique', it could kill people without them even realizing it.

The so-called 'Nether Blade Fist' utilizes the powerful force of the outward release of Netherworld Weak Qi to transform the sharp fist wind into a sharp blade wind. If one is highly skilled, one will see that the fist of the user of the Nether Blade Fist is shrouded in a thick cloud of dark green light. When the attack is made, the dark green light will transform into a gaseous hand blade, which is brutal and kills without drawing blood!

As for the 'Nether Concealment Technique', it is a technique that uses the Netherworld Weak Qi within the body to make the body semi-transparent. It is best used at night, when the entire body will blend into the air and become undetectable. If used during the day, although the body will become semi-transparent, a faint green light that is difficult for ordinary people to see will appear on the body, but those with high skill levels will be able to detect it.

Although using the Hidden Concealment Technique during the day still had drawbacks, the ability to use it freely at night greatly excited Ertai. He then closed the Supreme Harmony Sutra, crossed his legs, and formed various hand seals with his fingers. He frantically drew in and circulated the seven-colored wolf energy within his consciousness, allowing it to float out and circulate throughout his spiritual sea, nourishing his brain and cleansing his marrow.

Then, when the seven-colored wolf energy in his spiritual sea was abundant, he chanted the cultivation techniques of the 'Hidden Blade Fist' and 'Hidden Concealment Technique' according to his thoughts, cultivating with a serious expression.

In a short time, the seven-colored wolf energy in his dantian was also completely drawn out, circulating throughout his body's eight extraordinary meridians. The wolf energy impacted the layers of barriers between his meridians, bones, and muscles, producing a series of crackling sounds. As time passed, Ertai's entire body was enveloped in a bright, ghostly green light.

...

Unbeknownst to him, a day slipped by unnoticed. Ertai had spent the entire day meditating, circulating his energy, and cultivating. Seeing that it was already past midnight, he stopped, exhaled a breath of stale air, and got up to wash himself in the bathtub.

Today was his first time attending court. Previously, his official rank was too low to attend, but now he was a second-rank official, the Deputy Commander of the Plain Yellow Banner and Deputy Chief of the Imperial Guards. According to the Qing Dynasty's custom, as long as he was in the capital, he had to attend court and pay homage to the emperor.

As for the rules of attending court in the Qing Dynasty, generally only officials of the second rank and above were qualified, such as ministers and vice-ministers of various departments, and military officers of the second rank and above in the capital. In addition, the third-rank Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, as the head of the most important district in the capital, also had to attend court to listen to government affairs, but most of the time he was merely "ears but not mouths," simply standing and listening.

As for the time of court sessions, it was generally around 4 or 5 AM. Officials from outside the capital had to rise at 3 AM, arrive at the court office at 4 AM to await imperial decrees, and at the latest, line up to enter the hall and kneel before the emperor by 5 AM.

Of course, officials of the second rank and above in the capital did not attend court every day. The most diligent emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Yongzheng, attended court once a day. In the early years of the Qianlong Emperor's reign, he maintained Yongzheng's style, but later became lazy, changing the frequency to once every three days, and now it's changed to once every five days.

Today, it happened to be court day, and Ertai, being a "first-time bride," had washed himself early, put on his second-rank military officer's robe, hat, and thick-soled boots, and stood before the bronze mirror, admiring himself, thinking to himself, "How handsome I am!"

In fact, from ancient times to the present, the most handsome official robes are those of the Qing Dynasty. Wearing them accentuated a tall and upright figure, giving the wearer a very official appearance. Furthermore, the dark blue color of the robes was very flattering, highlighting the official's handsome features and imposing presence.

After tidying his appearance in front of the bronze mirror, Ertai stepped out of the room. A servant had already brought him his horse. Ertai leaped onto the horse, his posture graceful and imposing, displaying a commanding presence, quite like a general!

"Second Master, only when you ride this Ferghana horse does it truly look magnificent! Absolutely stunning, breathtakingly beautiful!" The servant leading the horse, named Fulu, was the son of Fu Gui, the head steward of the Fu family, and also Ertai's close attendant. Seeing Ertai sitting so dashingly on horseback, he couldn't help but give a thumbs-up in praise.

"Alright, we're all family, no need for formalities. Today is my first time attending court, so I won't waste time with pleasantries," Ertai said with a smile. Flattery never fails; who doesn't like to hear nice things? Especially someone like Ertai, who matured early in life, loves sycophancy.

"Farewell, Second Master! I imagine with your bearing and demeanor, you've certainly overshadowed those high-ranking officials. It's a pity I'll never have the chance to see your radiant and extraordinary presence in court. Alas!" Fulu's flattery was masterful, avoiding a barrage of obsequious words, yet Ertai found it very pleasing.

"Hehe, who says there's no chance? Anything is possible," Ertai thought happily, casually uttering a popular phrase from his previous life. Then, he spurred his horse and galloped away.

Watching Ertai's imposing figure disappear into the distance on horseback, Fulu's eyes gleamed with a burning light. Excited, he shouted back at Ertai's retreating back, "Second Master, I'll follow you for life!"

He knew Ertai was a man of few words; that phrase, "Anything is possible," was a hint to Fulu that if he ever rose to prominence, he would surely secure him an official position.

...

The journey was uneventful. Ertai quickly arrived at the Forbidden City. Reaching the city gate, he dismounted and tied his horse to the nearby stable. According to imperial regulations, officials entering the Forbidden City either dismounted from their sedan chairs or horses, walking in as a sign of respect for the emperor.

"What a hassle!" Ertai muttered under his breath, dissatisfied. Damn, such a long way, and he had to walk! Luckily, he knew light-footed martial arts; otherwise, those civil officials who weren't good at walking would have to get up before midnight to attend court to avoid being late.

"We men pay our respects to Lord Fu!" Seeing Ertai approach the city gate, the yellow-clad guards hurriedly knelt and clasped their hands in greeting. He held the position of Imperial Guard, making him their direct superior. No one dared to be disrespectful to him, their expressions extremely obsequious and flattering.

Although those who became Imperial Guards were usually powerful figures with influential backers, once inside the deep palace, most people's backgrounds became insignificant. The backgrounds of these city guards were even less impressive; at most, they were descendants of Manchu bannermen of slightly higher social standing.

People naturally aspire to higher positions, just as the saying goes, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier." These gate guards naturally dreamed of climbing higher, but given their ordinary backgrounds, being an Imperial Guard was already a blessing from their ancestors; they didn't dream of a windfall of an official position falling into their laps.

Therefore, they could only rely on themselves, flattering and currying favor with their superiors in order to obtain an official position. Ertai was their superior, a favorite of the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and Consort Ling, and a top-ranking official who rose three ranks in three months to the second rank. He was the object of their flattery.

"Lord Fu, you are truly handsome..."

"Of course! Our Lord Fu is like Pan An reincarnated, with an imposing presence and unparalleled elegance. Only on Lord Fu can this official robe truly exude grandeur."

"Indeed, Lord Fu, compared to you, we are but a bunch of bumpkins..." "

Exactly! Lord Fu, you are truly like Guan Yu descended to earth, with extraordinary bearing! We wish you continuous promotions and ever-growing official positions..."

It was remarkable that these rough men could still utter a few refined words to flatter Ertai, which pleased him greatly. However, Ertai waved his hand and smiled amicably, "We are all brothers, so such formalities are unnecessary. Alright, it's getting late. This is my first time attending court, and being late would be disastrous. I'll find an opportunity to treat you brothers to drinks later."

"How dare we trouble you to invite us? It's our duty to show our respect to you, Lord Fu. We hope you'll accept this small token..." A guard secretly slipped a stack of silver notes into Ertai's hand. The latter gently squeezed it and pushed it back, laughing, "It's not easy for us brothers to earn money. I appreciate your kindness, but please take the money back."

Seeing Ertai's refusal, the guards panicked. The guard's face turned ashen, and he said in a tearful voice, "Lord Fu, we know you don't need these few coins, but this is our heartfelt wish. Please don't refuse it, or we won't feel at ease."

"Haha." Knowing that they had misunderstood him, thinking he was just putting on an act or unwilling to befriend them, Ertai laughed and explained, "Since everyone is so hospitable, I'll accept the money. However, I'll return it to you as a gift. We'll need your help more often in the future, so let's not stand on ceremony."

"This..." Seeing Ertai accept the silver and then return it, the group was immediately at a loss.

"Alright, it's getting late, I won't chat with you any longer, I have to rush to court." Ertai deliberately put on a stern face, pretending to be displeased, and said, "This money is a reward from me, what? You're not giving me this face?"

"No, no, since it's a reward from you, sir, we brothers will accept it, we'll accept it." Seeing that Ertai seemed genuinely angry, the men had no choice but to take the silver back.

"That's right, from now on we're all brothers, haha." Ertai patted the man's shoulder, smiled, and strode away. He was always clear about what he should and shouldn't accept. At this moment, he had just become the deputy chief of the Imperial Guards, with no foundation to speak of. This was precisely the time when he needed to build a team and cultivate loyal subordinates, otherwise his second-rank official title would just be an empty shell. And these people had simple backgrounds, so they could be carefully cultivated into trusted subordinates.

Everyone watched his dashing figure disappear into the distance, repeatedly expressing their gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Fu, thank you, sir..."

Chapter 147 Selection of Imperial Envoy (Part Two)

Ertai walked briskly and quickly arrived at the court office. It was not yet four in the morning, and only Heshen and his father were in the office.

He pushed open the door and saw the two sitting in chairs with their eyes closed, so he went over to greet them, "Greetings, Lord Heshen, greetings, Lord Fu." Because there were outsiders present, Ertai addressed Fu Lun as "Lord Fu" according to etiquette, without addressing him as "Father."

Upon hearing Ertai's voice, Heshen and Fulun both opened their eyes, stretched, and Heshen stood up, smiling at Ertai, "It's Young Master Fu! You've arrived quite early. You're a young man after all, your energy is much greater than ours." Because Fulun was also called 'Master Fu,' Heshen addressed Ertai as 'Young Master Fu' to distinguish them, without any intention of ridicule or sarcasm.

"Hehe, Lord Heshen, I dare not address you as 'Lord'..." Before his transmigration, Ertai had always idolized Heshen, holding him in the highest esteem. Now, seeing him in person, he couldn't help but feel excited, and his words naturally revealed his sincerity. "Lord Heshen, you are in the prime of your life, while I am but a young lad before you. I hope you will be generous in your guidance in the future; I will be eternally grateful."

"Haha, Lord Xiaofu is too modest. With your 'openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang' strategy, you captured the leader of the Red Lotus Sect in Zhili in one fell swoop. Such strategy and talent are beyond the reach of a young lad," Heshen laughed. "Besides, it is fate that we serve as ministers in the same court. We are both doing our best to assist the Emperor and the Holy Dynasty, and we are both contributing to the court. What's this

talk of 'guiding' you? Isn't that just being presumptuous?" "Yes, Lord Heshen is absolutely right. I misspoke, hehe," Ertai replied with a smile.

"Hehe, let's learn from each other and make progress together..." Heshen chuckled, then sat back down in his chair, gesturing to a chair on the side with his right hand to Ertai, "Lord Fu, please sit down too. I was on night duty with Lord Fu last night, and we're both exhausted."

"Thank you, Lord He." Ertai cupped his fists in thanks to Lord He, then plopped down in the chair, casually praising with a smile, "Lord He, you and Lord Fu toil tirelessly for the country's affairs every day, you must be very tired."

"Hehe, it's not hard work at all. We who eat the emperor's salary should naturally share his burdens, otherwise what use are we subjects?" Heshen stretched lazily, looking utterly weary.

"What Lord Heshen says is absolutely right. It is the duty of us subjects to serve the country loyally and share the emperor's burdens," Ertai said, adopting an official tone and adopting the posture of a 'loyal minister.' Then, he casually asked, "Lord Heshen, Lord Fu, does His Majesty have a candidate in mind for the Imperial Envoy this time?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Heshen's weariness vanished, and he turned to Ertai with a playful look in his eyes. Even Fu Lun, who was sitting beside him like a meditating monk, turned his gaze towards him, a hint of worry in his eyes. He was anxious that Ertai had made such a blunder, that he didn't understand what he should and shouldn't ask. To presume the emperor's will was a grave crime of deceiving the emperor.

However, Ertai naturally noticed the gazes cast upon him by Heshen and Fu Lun, and understood the meaning behind their gazes, but he remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged, still wearing a faint smile, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

“This young man is no ordinary person. His composure and shrewdness alone are unlike those of an ordinary youth.” Heshen lingered on Ertai’s face for several seconds with great interest. Even with his usual ability to read people’s minds, he couldn’t glean what he wanted from Ertai’s smile. He couldn’t help but marvel at Ertai’s deep shrewdness, which even he couldn’t quite understand.

Fu Lun’s astonishment was even deeper than Heshen’s. He had watched Ertai grow up since he was a child and felt that Ertai was not very scheming. Even if he had some bright spots, they were overshadowed by Erkang’s brilliance. However, after the capture of the Red Lotus Sect rebels, Fu Lun’s previous opinion of Ertai was completely overturned. He felt that Ertai was responsible and had the vigor of a young man. What was even more rare was that he did not have the shortcomings of young people, such as being unsteady and impulsive. On the contrary, he was calm, experienced, and shrewd in dealing with matters. He seemed to be no less capable than the important officials in the court.

This time, it seemed that Ertai had acted impulsively, rashly asking a taboo question in front of Heshen and the other official, yet he remained calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

"Alas, the son I raised is becoming more and more unfathomable," Fu Lun sighed inwardly, lamenting the emergence of new talents during the Qianlong era, each generation surpassing the old. However, he wasn't overly worried. Fortunately, Ertai was his own son, and he wasn't concerned about whether he would be loyal to him. If it were anyone else, Fu Lun would definitely be more wary of him.

"Hehe, Lord Fu has been accompanying the Empress Dowager to Xishan Temple to worship Buddha recently. Have you heard about the Shandong case?" Heshen asked with a smile, seemingly casual, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at Fu Lun. He wondered to himself, "Could it be that Fu Lun wants to become the imperial envoy and is trying to get my meaning through Ertai? Or is he trying to subtly ask me to speak well of Fu Lun?"

If that were the case, he would have to be careful. After all, he had long-standing ties with the officials in Shandong. If Fu Lun became the imperial envoy and uncovered something detrimental to him, it would be bad news for him. Although he had the Emperor's favor and wouldn't face too much trouble, it would still be undesirable if problems were discovered.

"No, I must secure the position of imperial envoy," Heshen resolved.

Seeing that Lord He's eyes kept glancing at Fu Lun, Ertai immediately understood what he was thinking. He guessed that Fu Lun was probably involved with the officials in Shandong and was determined to get the title of Imperial Envoy. So he became more careful and said with a laugh, "This case in Shandong has caused quite a stir. It's hard not to know about it. I heard that His Majesty was furious about it and couldn't eat or drink. As his subjects, we can't help but worry about His Majesty's health."

"Yes, His Majesty summoned Lord Fu and me late last night. The matter discussed was also the Shandong issue. He expressed considerable concern, worrying that the affected people had not been properly appeased, and also blaming the Shandong officials, both high and low, for their ineffective suppression of the rebellion. He feared they might be unable to quell the remnants of the Heaven and Earth Society and cause a major disaster." Heshen's words were skillfully crafted. He only mentioned His Majesty's concern about the people's inadequate appeasement and the Shandong officials' failure to quell the rebellion quickly, cleverly avoiding any mention of the corruption and bribery among the Shandong officials.

After all, according to the unspoken rules of officialdom, ineffective performance was at most a dereliction of duty, resulting in dismissal or exile. However, a major corruption case would inevitably lead to execution, and in severe cases, the entire family would be wiped out, and wives and daughters would be exiled to the frontier as slaves.

The phrase "He Daren" implies that by protecting the officials in Shandong, he is also protecting himself and his territory. After all, he holds dozens of titles, including Grand Secretary of the Wenhua Hall, Grand Councilor, Minister of Revenue, Minister of the Imperial Court, and Minister of the Court of Colonial Affairs, making him a powerful figure in the court. However, without the support of the regional officials below him, he would be nothing more than an empty shell.

Ertai, having frequently read novels about officialdom in his previous life, was well-versed in the ways of the court. Now, being among them, he was naturally sharp-witted and discerning. He understood the implication in Lord He's words that he was trying to protect the officials of Shandong from ruin, so he didn't argue with him. Instead, he went along with his words, saying, "As the saying goes, 'Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.' The people are the foundation of a nation's existence. Only when the people live in peace can the nation be stable."

"Hehe, Lord Xiaofu truly cares about the common people. No wonder His Majesty and the Empress Dowager favor you and promote you so highly. You truly have exceptional insight, which we greatly admire." When mentioning His Majesty and the Empress Dowager, Lord He clasped his hands together and placed them on his left cheek as a sign of respect. At the same time, by praising the wisdom of His Majesty and the Empress Dowager, he also praised Ertai, which was very pleasing to the ear.

"You flatter me, Lord He. This is all due to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager's high regard for me. I, Ertai, am unworthy of such praise." Ertai adopted a humble demeanor, raising his hands in a respectful gesture when mentioning the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.

"Young Master Fu, there's no need for such modesty. Even the Emperor and the Empress Dowager speak highly of you, how could I not praise you? Haha..." As the two chatted, Ertai and Lord He became somewhat familiar with each other, and Lord He began to joke with him.

"How dare I, Lord He, flatter me so much." Seeing that Lord He had taken the initiative to joke with him, Ertai didn't want to be presumptuous, so he also half-jokingly cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Afterwards, the two chatted casually, with Fu Lun occasionally interjecting. The three seemed to have pre-arranged to avoid mentioning Shandong, and all maintained a harmonious facade, laughing and chatting—a picture of 'close colleagues.' However, whether they harbored their own agendas was something only they knew.

As they talked, time passed unnoticed, and the fourth watch of the night. Ministers gradually entered the court, and the atmosphere became lively. Civil and military officials exchanged greetings and pleasantries, then went to chat with acquaintances in small groups, waiting for the eunuch to bring the imperial decree.

After greeting the officials, Fu Lun gave Ertai a wink. The two moved to a quieter spot, and Fu Lun lowered his voice and asked softly, "Ertai, why did you suddenly ask about Lord He's position as Imperial Envoy?"

"Nothing, just a casual question. I wanted to know if Lord He had any intention of obtaining that title," Ertai replied with a casual smile.

"Judging from what he just said, it seems he was trying to exonerate the officials in Shandong, only saying that they were ineffective in suppressing the rebellion, thus omitting the issue of corruption and bribery." Fu Lun reviewed Lord He's words in his mind before speaking.

"Hmm, I understand that too. It seems that Lord He has some ambiguity or unclear relationship with the officials in Shandong."

"You used to be a bodyguard to the emperor, so you're not very familiar with the ways of officialdom. The current governor of Shandong, Lu Zhengping, is a protégé of Heshen, and the prefect of Tai'an is the younger brother of his third concubine." Fu Lun lowered his voice and told Ertai everything about Shandong's relationship with Heshen. Originally, he wouldn't have told Ertai these things, and there was no need to, but now that Ertai had entered officialdom, Fu Lun naturally wanted to inform him of the intricacies involved.

"So that's how it is..." After hearing Fu Lun's words, Ertai nodded thoughtfully, then frowned and said in a low voice with some worry, "Father, don't forget, the Prefect of Jinan is your brother-in-law, and he's also deeply involved in this case. If the title of Imperial Envoy falls into the hands of Lord He or someone else, it will be detrimental to my aunt's family."

"Well, since you know everything, I won't hide it from you anymore. The Emperor has already made up his mind about the position of Imperial Envoy. One is Heshen, and the other is Liu Yong." Fu Lun told Ertai everything the Emperor was thinking, then frowned and added, "If Lord He is appointed Imperial Envoy, he will definitely do his best to protect the officials in Shandong. Of course, to appease the Emperor, given his personality, he will definitely find one or two officials to take the blame. And your uncle is the Prefect of Jinan, who is very important in this case. If he is handed over to be brought to justice, even if the entire Shandong province is implicated..." Even the Governor-General of the Eastern Region and the Governor-General of Zhili couldn't be saved, and everyone in the court knows that the Prefect of Jinan is my brother-in-law. He Shen certainly wouldn't do something so thankless. What worries me most is that the title of Imperial Envoy will fall to Liu Yong!

After listening to Fu Lun's concerns, Ertai nodded in deep agreement and said worriedly, "Lord Liu Yong is an upright, honest, and incorruptible man who cannot tolerate the slightest injustice. Even the Emperor sometimes gives him some leeway. If he becomes the Imperial Envoy, I don't think he will give you any face and will definitely punish you severely."

"Alas, this is what I'm worried about too. Your uncle has committed an unforgivable crime. He has failed the Emperor's grace and the people. He deserves to be beheaded and have his property confiscated. But this will be a hardship for your aunt, who will inevitably be implicated..." Mentioning Ertai's aunt, Fulun couldn't help but sigh, clearly showing his extreme love for his sister. His words revealed his desire to protect her, a stark contrast to his usual 'righteousness over family' approach, where he never showed favoritism or protection to his relatives.

Ertai, of course, didn't want anything to happen to his beautiful aunt. That's why he wanted to do everything he could to secure the position of Imperial Envoy. He had already made up his mind: since the Emperor was unsure whether to choose Heshen or Liu Yong for the position, it would be best not to choose either. As for whether the title of Imperial Envoy would fall on Ertai's head, that depended on the Empress Dowager's opinion.

After thinking for a moment, Ertai solemnly said to Fulun, "Father, I anticipate that the Emperor will ask everyone's opinion on the selection of the Imperial Envoy today. These ministers may not have many other skills, but they are quite adept at reading people. They probably guessed that the Emperor is undecided between Lord He and Lord Liu, and will definitely support one side for Lord He and the other for Lord Liu. We two should just observe the situation and support whichever side is weaker, thus achieving a balance between the two sides. This will make it even more difficult for the Emperor to make a decision, and who knows, the title of Imperial Envoy might end up on our Fu family's head."

"You mean the Emperor will choose a member of our Fu family as the Imperial Envoy?" Hearing Ertai's words and seeing his serious expression, as if he had everything under control, Fulun looked at him with surprise.

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