Red Crossing Chapter 6

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Chapter 1: The Eldest Madam of the Southern Mansion The Eldest Madam's residence was in an extremely quiet corner of the Southern Mansion. Her house was surrounded by many tall trees, and some flowers and plants grew in front of it. These flowers and plants weren't rare or precious varieties, but rather very common honeysuckle, chrysanthemums, and the like. There were also some bamboo trellises with vines growing on them, bearing common fruits and vegetables, and some strangely shaped plants that even Xiao Hu couldn't name. Just as Xiao Hu was about to knock on the door, he was suddenly blocked by a wall—or rather, a wall of flesh. This was a maid who served the Eldest Madam, named Xiuzhi. She was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a thick waist and fat legs, quite unlike her name. Xiao Hu smiled and said to her, "Sister Xiuzhi, please inform the Eldest Madam that I have important business to discuss." "The Eldest Madam doesn't see idlers, please leave." To his surprise, Xiuzhi didn't give him any face and refused him without even thinking. Logically, all the maids in the inner courtyard of the Southern Mansion were under Xiao Hu's jurisdiction, and this brat Xiuzhi was utterly disrespectful to her superiors. However, Xiao Hu wouldn't argue with her (it wouldn't make a difference anyway), he simply said, "Please tell Madam that Pang Xiao Hu has been here." He then turned and walked back. "Stop! What did you just say? You're Pang Xiao Hu?" Pang Xiao Hu was practically a household name in Coconut Grove Town, yet there was someone in the inner courtyard of the Southern Mansion who didn't recognize him. Xiu Zhi had clearly mistaken him for an ordinary servant. He turned around and nodded to her. Xiu Zhi felt a little embarrassed and said to Xiao Hu, "Please wait here for a moment, Manager Pang, I'll go inform Madam right away." Then she went inside. "Manager Pang, Madam wants you to come in." A moment later, Xiu Zhi came out of the house and pointed to the door, saying to Xiao Hu. Xiao Hu replied, "Thank you," and then went inside. Xiu Zhi didn't follow him in but stayed outside, closing the door behind her. The light in the room wasn't very good, and it took Xiao Hu a few seconds to adjust. Xiao Hu carefully observed the eldest mistress's boudoir. It was clean and tidy, but lacked any luxurious decorations. The only unusual thing was that while the weather outside was unbearably hot, it was very cool inside. This was an era without air conditioning, and the design of this room must have taken considerable thought. Xiao Hu didn't see the eldest mistress, but he heard some slight rustling behind the screen. Sure enough, after a short while, he saw the eldest mistress, dressed in white, emerge from behind it. Xiao Hu bowed deeply to her and said, "Eldest Mistress, Pang Xiao Hu greets you. I apologize for disturbing your quiet contemplation." "You're welcome," the eldest mistress replied indifferently, clearly not fond of social niceties. Only then did Xiao Hu look up and observe this woman of the highest status in the Southern Mansion. She was also quietly observing him. Although Xiao Hu had seen her several times on various occasions, they had always been at a distance, and he had never had the chance to speak to her. Today was the first time he had seen her alone. Usually, besides Xiu Zhi, a young and beautiful woman named Xiu Ying also served the eldest mistress, but she seemed to be absent today. Grandma looked only forty-five or forty-six, but was actually almost sixty. Her features were regular, and her hair was already gray. While not exactly a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she was very charming; in her youth, she must have been a stunningly beautiful woman who could captivate many men. Xiao Hu's previous impression of her was that she wasn't in good health, because every time he saw her, she was dressed very warmly, with Xiuying and Xiuzhi flanking her as if she needed their support at any moment. This time, observing her closely, Xiao Hu discovered that she was actually in very good health, and her movements were nothing like those of an elderly person. The previous times he had seen her, she was either sitting or standing far away, so he hadn't paid attention to her height. This time, he realized she was quite tall, only about an inch shorter than Sister Hei Ying. She wasn't wearing very thick clothes; it was just that her robust physique made it appear as if she was wearing a lot. The two of them just stared at each other in the room, neither speaking, like two statues. Finally, Grandma spoke first: "If you want some tea, go get some yourself." Xiao Hu replied, "Thank you, Grandma." He was indeed thirsty. He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of chilled tea from the teapot, and respectfully handed it to the old lady with both hands. He then poured himself a cup and drank it all in one gulp. Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance wafting from the old lady, and his mind clicked: it was exactly the same fragrance as the white-clad woman who had instructed him in martial arts that night! He quickly went to the old lady's side, knelt down with a thud, and said, "Master, please accept my humble disciple's bow." Actually, he wasn't sure yet that the old lady was the white-clad woman; judging solely by her fragrance seemed unreliable. But he urgently needed to find a reason to get closer to the old lady so he could continue with what he was about to say. Even if he had mistaken her for someone else, he could apologize without much embarrassment. "No, no... get up! I was meddling that night. But I never agreed to take you as my disciple!" The old lady reached out and pulled him up from the ground. Xiao Hu felt that she was very strong, and he couldn't resist at all. However, he secretly rejoiced: "Grandma is a straightforward person; I tricked her into revealing the truth so easily." Grandma smiled, a rare sight on her face: "You're indeed clever, no wonder everyone calls you a prodigy. But I don't just take on apprentices casually. When I was young and naive, I did take on a few. More than thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, sigh." She closed her eyes, as if recalling something from long ago. After a while, she opened her eyes again and said to Xiaohu, "I've long heard you're full of tricks. Tell me, what brings you here?" From her tone, it was clear she actually liked Pang Xiaohu. Xiaohu decided to tell her the truth, and recounted how the master intended to marry Miss Huizhu to Magistrate Wang's good-for-nothing son, how the seventh concubine refused, and how she was severely beaten and imprisoned by the master. Of course, he embellished his account, exaggerating the seventh concubine's injuries, saying that if she didn't get medical treatment quickly, she might be left disabled. He added that if the master truly cared for the young lady, he should first send her to study in a big city, and then find her a young man of equal social standing and talent to marry. The world has changed; if a woman is illiterate, even if she marries into a wealthy family, she probably won't be favored. The eldest mistress snorted after hearing this. Xiao Hu didn't say anything more, just stood there silently waiting for her reply. "Sigh. Yuan Ruyu is really foolish. She knew this Nan Mansion was a pit of fire, yet she still insisted on jumping in," the eldest mistress muttered to herself. "Hey, what exactly is your relationship with Yuan Ruyu? Last time you risked your life to save her son, and now you're vying to stand up for her and her daughter. Aren't you afraid the master will take his anger out on you?" she glared at Xiao Hu, questioning him. “Reporting to Madam, when Xiaohu and my sister Pang Juhua first entered the manor, we were fortunate enough to be taken in and served by Seventh Concubine. Seventh Concubine treated my brother and me very well, and Xiaohu should naturally repay her kindness. As for saving the Third Young Master, Xiaohu didn't feel there was much danger at the time, nor was he harmed.” He deliberately reversed the cause and effect of the story to prevent Madam from suspecting his motives for standing up for Seventh Concubine. In any case, she was unlikely to verify all these trivial matters. “At such a young age, you already know how to repay kindness, that's not bad. Much better than my good-for-nothing son, sigh. Alright, I'll take care of this!” Then she grabbed Pang Xiaohu, who was about to kneel down and kowtow to her again, and said, “You child, why are you kowtowing properly? If you keep disobeying me, I'll get angry!” Although she said this, her tone was clearly full of doting affection, and she even reached out and patted Xiaohu's head. Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief: so Madam was such a gentle and kind person behind the scenes. He didn't know how she would handle this matter, but for some reason, he felt close to her and trusted her promises. She was definitely not the kind of person who would go back on her word. "Hey, kid, you should go." The eldest mistress had just shown Xiaohu some goodwill, and then immediately rudely told him to leave, leaving Xiaohu somewhat amused and exasperated. He found himself growing increasingly fond of this eldest mistress. Section 2: Peeping into the Secret Chamber At this moment, the sound of a man and Xiuzhi talking could be heard outside the door. The voices grew louder and louder, as if the man was trying to force his way in, and Xiuzhi was stopping him. "Oh no!" Xiaohu recognized the voice as that of Master Nan Dechang. This was truly troublesome. The dignified Master Nan was being stopped by Xiuzhi from entering, while Xiaohu was left alone in a room with his wife—wasn't that just asking for trouble? “Don’t worry.” Grandma took Xiaohu’s hand and pulled him behind the screen. “Stay here quietly. No matter what happens, don’t come out or make a sound, understand?” Xiaohu nodded. The screen stood in the corner of the room, and through the gaps in the folds, Xiaohu could see what was happening inside. Grandma called to Xiuzhi outside the door, “Xiuzhi, let Master in!” Xiaohu was still savoring the warmth of Grandma’s hand when he heard Nan Dechang storm in. Knowing his temper, he would probably unleash a furious tirade on his wife.Ting might even hit her. Xiao Hu couldn't bear to see his grandmother suffer, and his heart tightened with anxiety. Unexpectedly, Nan Dechang knelt down before his grandmother and said in an extremely respectful tone, "Mother, your son has come to pay his respects." "Mother?!" Xiao Hu was shocked. If it weren't for his grandmother's earlier instructions, he would have cried out in surprise. Nan Dechang actually called his wife "Mother"! What was going on? For the first time, Xiao Hu felt his mind was blank. "San Dezi, how dare you come to see me? All these years I've been advising you to repent and do good deeds, but you've ignored me completely. You were so talented and ambitious when you were young, so chivalrous and righteous, but it was all an act to deceive me. Waaah..." His grandmother started crying as she spoke. Although she was crying, her voice was very pleasant, not at all like a woman in her fifties, but more like a young woman in her thirties. Nan Dechang knelt on the ground, slapping himself twice, crying out, "Your son is unfilial, your son deserves to die. Please, Mother, calm your anger." Xiao Hu, behind the screen, saw Master Nan rise from the ground, lift his wife and place her on the bed, then sit beside her, putting his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. Xiao Hu was completely confused: given her age, his wife couldn't possibly be Nan Dechang's mother; perhaps she was his stepmother? But their interaction seemed like that of a loving couple—it was all too perplexing. Now they sat side-by-side on the bed, the screen Xiao Hu was behind located on the other side of the room. Because of the mosquito net, he couldn't see their faces, but could only eavesdrop on their conversation. "Sister Xuemei, I heard your back pain has flared up again? I've been busy lately and haven't been able to visit you. Are you still in pain? Let me rub it for you." Nan Dechang suddenly changed his address to his wife and began gently rubbing her back. Her crying gradually subsided. "I'm fine, San Dezi." But she didn't stop Nan Dechang from massaging her back. Xiao Hu thought, so the eldest mistress's maiden name was Xue Mei, what a beautiful name. No wonder she always liked to wear white clothes. It seems "San Dezi" is the master's nickname. They used intimate terms of address for each other, appearing very affectionate. Nan Dechang, such a fierce person, actually had such a gentle and affectionate side; appearances can be deceiving. "San Dezi, don't pretend to be filial in front of me, I'm just thanking my lucky stars I'm not driven to death by you." Xiao Hu detected a hint of coquetry in her voice. Clearly, she enjoyed Nan Dechang's attentiveness. Nan Dechang didn't say anything, his hands increased their movements, seemingly slowly massaging the eldest mistress's chest. Xiao Hu heard the eldest mistress's breathing gradually become heavier. "I heard you hit Yuan Laoqi yesterday? You know I've always felt guilty about what happened to her father, and I feel bad for her. She's so beautiful and has such a good personality, how could you be so heartless as to hit her?" Nan Dechang was still massaging her and didn't answer her. "I know you betrothed Huizhu to County Magistrate Wang's son because you wanted to use his influence. But have you thought about it? County Magistrate Wang is getting old and won't be in office for many more years. If it weren't for him being the county magistrate, the Wang family wouldn't be good enough for our family. Besides, his son is greedy and lecherous, always causing trouble. In terms of real ability, he's far inferior to his father. He won't be a good son-in-law." "Sister Xuemei, you're right. I didn't think this through," Nan Dechang replied. "But Yuan Ruyu has become arrogant because her brother is a high-ranking official. Even Li Qiuyue came to me to complain about her. Now she dares to talk back to me to my face. If I don't teach her a lesson, she'll turn the world upside down!" Nan Dechang said angrily. “San Dezi, don’t listen to that vixen Li Qiuyue. She’s always the one bullying others in our household; who dares to provoke her?” Clearly, the eldest mistress disliked Fourth Concubine Li Qiuyue. Nan Dechang said ingratiatingly, “Okay, okay, I’ll only listen to you, Sister Xuemei. I’ll release Yuan Ruyu from the private jail in a little while and give her some compensation. But, Sister Xuemei, tell me, how should you thank me?” Calling her “Mother” one minute and “Sister Xuemei” the next, what’s going on? Xiao Hu was even more puzzled. Then came the rustling sound of clothes being removed, and the eldest mistress’s low exclamation: “San Dezi, what are you trying to do?” “What am I trying to do? It’s nothing but wanting to sleep with my beloved chivalrous sister. So many years have passed, I’ve missed her terribly!” In his eyes, the eldest mistress seemed to have transformed back into the valiant chivalrous woman of yesteryear, and at the same time, she was the gentle and affectionate Sister Xuemei whom he so deeply loved. "Are you crazy? I'm your mother!" "Yes, I love you the most, Mother. You're still my beloved Xue Mei, we even swore an oath to heaven and earth together. Have you forgotten?" At this moment, Nan Dechang had already stripped off his clothes and pounced on his grandmother, tearing at her clothes. The grandmother remembered that Pang Xiaohu was still hiding behind the screen, and she blushed with shame, but she couldn't say anything. She desperately held onto her clothes to prevent him from taking them off. "No! After your father died, I decided to become a nun, but it was you, San Dezi, who insisted on keeping me here, saying I could stay at home and practice my vows. You swore an oath, don't break your promise and ruin all my years of quiet practice! I beg you!" Nan Dechang's eyes and mind were now filled with images of Xue Mei's sexy body in her youth, and he couldn't hear her pleas at all. He ripped hard with both hands, and with a loud "ripping," a large piece of her clothes was torn off, revealing a large expanse of white flesh on her chest. Nan Dechang felt a sudden rush of blood to his head, his eyes bloodshot, and his body trembling with excitement. He pounced on her, forcefully tearing off her remaining clothes and pants, soon stripping her naked. He felt as if he had suddenly become twenty years younger, embracing her naked body and pinning her down on the bed like a wolf preying on a helpless lamb. Xiao Hu never expected such a sensual and bizarre scene to unfold in this room. He hid behind the screen, scratching his head, anxious and at a loss for what to do. His grandmother had said that no matter what happened, he must not make a sound, and besides, he couldn't figure out if his grandmother was really rejecting Nan Dechang, or if Nan Dechang was really forcing himself on her. Perhaps this was just an intimate game they often played as a couple? Then, they heard his grandmother roar angrily, followed by a "thud" as a heavy object was thrown from the bed to the floor. Hiding behind the screen, Xiao Hu almost burst out laughing: Nan Dechang, naked from the waist down, was lying on the floor groaning and groaning. Luckily, Xiao Hu hadn't rashly jumped out to interfere with their "good deed." He saw his grandmother still sitting on the bed, completely naked, with a seemingly good figure. Unfortunately, it was hard to see clearly through the mosquito net. She pulled back the covers to cover herself and then asked Nan Dechang with concern, "San Dezi, did you hurt yourself? Are you alright?" "Mother, I'm fine, I'm... fine." He quickly got up, picked up his clothes from the floor, dressed, and then pushed open the door and ran out without looking back. This fall probably sent his burning lust completely to its grave. It's understandable; he hadn't touched his wife's body for many years. He had been so blinded by lust that he had forgotten she was a highly skilled female martial artist. In her youth, Grandma was known in the martial arts world as the Silver Fox Heroine. With her exceptional skills, she defeated many outlaws and was famous throughout Hainan. Once, she single-handedly defeated several burly men who were publicly harassing women in the street, kicking their leader and breaking his genitals. Ironically, the man later decided to become a eunuch, hoping to return to his hometown to seek revenge after gaining power. He finally made it to Beijing, only to find that the last Qing emperor, Puyi, had abdicated and the Republic had been established. He had no choice but to return to his hometown dejectedly. This story somehow spread and became the talk of the town in the neighboring counties. "Overestimating himself," Grandma muttered to herself, watching Nan Dechang's departing figure, a smug smile playing on her lips. Then she called out to the screen in the corner of the room, "You brat surnamed Pang, you can come out now!" Pang Xiaohu emerged hesitantly from behind the screen. He saw what he shouldn't have seen, heard what he shouldn't have heard, and for a moment he couldn't think of what to do. He could only stand obediently before his great-grandmother's bed, his face flushed and head bowed. His great-grandmother, through the mosquito net, instructed him, "Go open that mahogany chest and find me a set of clothes." Pang Xiaohu went over and opened the chest. A familiar fragrance wafted into his nostrils, the same fragrance as his great-grandmother's; he was almost intoxicated by it. He chose a white cheongsam with blue flowers, an embroidered bib, and a pair of floral underpants. He carried these clothes to the bedside and handed them to his great-grandmother through the gap in the mosquito net. She took them without a word and began to dress inside the net. Xiaohu didn't dare look at her and lowered his head. "What's wrong? You were so excited watching from behind the screen, are you embarrassed now?" Xiaohu inwardly cried out, "How did you know I was peeking from behind the screen?" But he didn't dare retort and could only raise his head again. His great-grandmother, dressed, got off the bed and stared at Xiaohu for a while. He sighed and said, "Alright, I've decided to accept you as my disciple. Kneel down and perform the apprenticeship ceremony." Little Tiger excitedly knelt down to perform the ceremony.She kept kowtowing, saying between kowtows, "Thank you, Grandma, thank you, Master..." Grandma stopped her, "Alright, alright, that's enough. This is an apprenticeship ceremony, not worshipping ancestors!" "Remember, you must not tell anyone that you are my disciple. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. What you should know, I will tell you naturally in due time. Also, you must make the most of your time to practice martial arts every night. If you dare to slack off, or use the skills I taught you to do bad things outside, I will definitely not forgive you!" Xiao Hu hurriedly nodded, "Yes, Master. Xiao Hu will definitely follow Master's teachings, practice martial arts diligently, and be a good person." "You naughty boy! Where are you touching?" Grandma suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiao Hu's neck. "Master, I'm innocent..." Xiao Hu immediately felt short of breath, his face turning red. Only when Grandma let go could he cough and gasp for air. “Master, you’ve wronged me. I just wanted to massage your back. I learned massage techniques from a famous doctor to treat injuries, whether it’s lumbar strain or sprains, I can cure it all, and I’m sure it will make you feel comfortable and satisfied!” The old lady was skeptical: “Oh, is that so? You can’t just lay your hands on me like that without saying a word. Don’t you know that’s courting death?” “Yes, Master, Grandma. I was wrong, I won’t do it again.” The way he addressed her as “Master, Grandma” made her burst out laughing. Xiao Hu took the opportunity to help her lie face down on the bed and gently massaged her back. This time she didn’t resist, closing her eyes and relaxing completely. Xiao Hu’s professional technique was far superior to Nan Dechang’s, and the old lady quickly fell asleep comfortably. Chapter 3: Master-Disciple Relationship After the old lady fell asleep, Xiao Hu left the room. The plump maid named Xiuzhi was still faithfully guarding the door. Xiao Hu greeted her, saying that the eldest mistress was asleep and it was best not to disturb her. Then he headed towards the seventh concubine's residence. He needed to hurry and tell Miss Huizhu that the master had agreed to release her mother, so as not to cause her worry. He hadn't gone far when a servant rushed over and stopped him. The servant told Xiao Hu that the master wanted him to go to the council hall immediately. Upon arriving at the council hall, Nan Dechang handed Xiao Hu his token, an ivory folding fan that he almost never parted with. He instructed Xiao Hu to retrieve the seventh concubine from the private prison and to have a doctor treat her injuries. It turned out that Nan Dechang had returned to his room and thought long and hard, deciding that he couldn't personally go and release Yuan Ruyu from the private prison. Doing so would be misunderstood as him apologizing to her. In the Nan household, he was always the master whose word was law.com">24-hour uninterrupted updates of the latest online videos from Japan, Korea, Europe, and America, and will never admit fault to anyone. Of course, there is one exception, and that person is the eldest mistress. After thinking it over, he decided to let Xiao Hu handle this matter. This kid is eloquent, so letting him go should not be a problem. He gave Xiao Hu a few simple instructions. Xiao Hu immediately understood his meaning and respectfully thanked the master for his kindness on behalf of the seventh concubine, Miss Huizhu, and young master Zhicheng. Nan Dechang waved his hand with satisfaction, letting him go. Considering that Yuan Ruyu might be seriously injured and probably unable to walk on her own, Xiao Hu planned to go back first to call a few maids and old women who served her to help carry her. He had only gone halfway when he met Chen Ma, the eldest sister Pang Juhua, and the maid Qiuju. It turned out that Miss Huizhu couldn't wait any longer and urged them to come and find out the news. That was fine, Xiao Hu didn't need to go and call anyone anymore, and led them directly to the private prison. Upon arriving at the private prison, Yuan Dazhu and Yuan Erzhu were no longer there; two other servants were on duty instead. Xiao Hu showed them the master's folding fan, and then they all entered the prison. When Chen Ma saw the Seventh Concubine's pitiful state, she cried and tried to rush forward, but Xiao Hu stopped her. He ordered the servants on duty to fetch a door panel, and with Chen Ma and the others' help, they gently moved the Seventh Concubine's body onto it. Chen Ma and Qiu Ju immediately took off their own outer garments and covered the Seventh Concubine with them, and the group carefully carried her back to her quarters. After they carried Yuan Ruyu into the house, Miss Huizhu and the Third Young Master Zhicheng arrived. Seeing that their mother was conscious but in extremely poor spirits, they held back their tears. Later, Chen Ma had Qiuju persuade them both to leave. Xiaohu should have left immediately as well; being an outsider and a man, he should have avoided suspicion at this time. However, it was already dark, and it would be difficult to find a doctor then, and Yuan Ruyu's wounds needed immediate treatment. Crucially, he had no faith in the medical skills of the quack doctors of this era. Xiaohu didn't care about anything else; he asked Chen Ma and the eldest sister to be his assistants. They first undressed Yuan Ruyu, then washed away the bloodstains with warm water. Xiaohu then used cotton soaked in strong liquor to disinfect her wounds and applied his homemade wound powder. By the time everything was finished, it was already late at night. Chen Ma left Qiuju and another maid to take care of the Seventh Concubine, while she, Xiaohu, and Pang Juhua returned to their own quarters to rest. Lying down in bed, Xiao Hu couldn't sleep. The image of his seventh concubine, Yuan Ruyu's, naked and sexy body kept flashing before his eyes. Since his transmigration, his most beloved woman had been his eldest sister, Pang Juhua, but she was his own sister, and he had to forcibly suppress his desires. This seventh concubine, Yuan Ruyu, also held a great attraction for him. Not only was she beautiful, but her temperament and personality were also very much to his liking. He thought of the women he knew in his previous life. Yuan Ruyu's demeanor resembled both his mother and his mother-in-law. A fire burned within him, and he tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His penis was erect and uncomfortable. He had now grown to 1.6 meters tall, taller than Chen Ma, and only slightly shorter than his eldest sister. Thanks to ample nutrition and daily rigorous training, he felt his strength had increased considerably. He considered sneaking into Chen Ma's room to vent his frustrations, but then remembered she had been exhausted all day, so he abandoned the idea. He picked up the secret manual, hoping to distract himself by reading. As he read, his mind started wandering again, this time thinking about his first wife. He was somewhat afraid to confront the shocking and sordid thoughts in his mind. In his previous life, he considered himself perfectly normal in terms of sexual desire; aside from his crush on his mother-in-law's feet, he hadn't discovered anything else that could be considered perverted. After transmigrating, he became someone he couldn't even recognize. First, he fell in love with his eldest sister, Pang Juhua, then he had a physical relationship with Chen Ma, who was several years older than his mother, and now he was even fantasizing about his first wife. She was old enough to be his grandmother! The way he'd blurted out "Grandma, Master" during the day—looking back, it seems he might have subconsciously harbored some improper desires for her large, firm breasts. Luckily, she liked Xiao Hu and didn't pick up on the flippant or blasphemous meaning in his words, otherwise he probably would have been severely beaten. But he couldn't help liking her. He admired Grandma's forthright personality and was very curious about her complicated relationship with Nan Dechang. What a bizarre and convoluted story lay behind it all! However, she certainly wouldn't tell him these past events. She was both his master and the undisputed mistress of the Nan household, so Xiao Hu had no choice but to give up. Since Pang Xiao Hu became Grandma's disciple, she would suddenly appear at his training ground every few nights. But she never notified him beforehand, making him constantly anxious. Each time she came, she would personally instruct him, and her demands were particularly strict. The kung fu she taught Xiaohu was different from the one in the manual, but it was clear she was familiar with the kung fu in Xiaohu's manual. She never commented on the kung fu Xiaohu had learned before, as if she had some unspeakable secret. Xiaohu asked her for advice several times but was rebuffed each time, so he simply stopped asking. Grandma's martial arts skills were extremely high; Xiaohu felt that if she were twenty or thirty years younger, even Sister Hei Ying wouldn't be a match for her. She had a rather impatient temper, and if Xiaohu did a move slightly wrong, she would call him stupid. Xiaohu could only smile bitterly to himself: in both his lives, he had been an exceptionally intelligent person, his ears always filled with praise, and he had never been associated with the word "stupid." Grandma usually had a stern face when teaching Xiaohu martial arts, as if he owed her a lot of money. Xiaohu was very nervous at first, afraid of upsetting her. Later, he gradually figured out her temper and dared to joke and banter with his master. Sometimes after practice, she would ask him to massage her for a while, usually when she was in a particularly good mood. She told Xiaohu that she had been injured many times in fights when she was young, and the injuries had never fully healed, often flaring up in her old age. When the pain was severe, she would sweat profusely and writhe in bed. Xiaohu had studied modern medicine and, based on her description of the symptoms, knew that this was probably not caused by injuries sustained in her youth, but rather by a common problem in middle-aged and elderly people: intervertebral disc problems or bone hyperplasia. Unfortunately, there were no facilities for X-rays here, let alone complex surgical procedures. Therefore, he could only use conservative methods to alleviate her pain: including applying cold and hot compresses, massage, and so on. When the pain was severe, he would let her inhale a small amount of opium for pain relief, fortunately, the need for opium was rare. The master-disciple relationship between the eldest mistress and him was never made public in the Nan Mansion. Whenever she was unwell, she would secretly send Xiuying or Xiuzhi to call Xiaohu to treat her. Under Xiaohu's careful care, the eldest mistress felt much better. She didn't say it, but she liked this little guy even more. She also became much more tolerant of Xiaohu's occasional mischief. Applying cold and hot compresses and massaging required exposing the skin of her waist and abdomen, and even her pants had to be pulled down a bit to expose her entire buttocks. Xiaohu's hands naturally had intimate contact with these parts of her body. Out of respect and care for the eldest mistress, Xiaohu was extremely serious every time he massaged her, never showing the slightest bit of lewdness or disrespect. Of course, he was not a noble person by nature. Afterwards, when he returned to his residence, he still couldn't help but fantasize about it. Section 4: For seven or eight days straight, the eldest daughter of the Nan family hadn't come to instruct Pang Xiaohu in martial arts, nor had she asked him to treat her illness or give her massages. Xiaohu was very worried. He practiced his boxing alone for a while that night, but found he couldn't concentrate, so he hurried to the eldest daughter's residence. When he arrived, he saw that the eldest daughter's room seemed to be lit. He walked to the door and called softly, "Sister Xiuzhi, Sister Xiuzhi!" There was no answer. He called again, "Elder Mother, Elder Mother! Xiaohu has come to see you!" Still, no one answered. Xiao Hu gently pushed the door open. The outer room was pitch black and empty. The inner room door wasn't locked, just ajar. He gently pushed the door open and went inside. He saw a dim oil lamp lit on the table. The mosquito net on the bed was down, and a soft snore could be heard. He could vaguely see through the mosquito net that his great-grandmother was sleeping on her side under a thin blanket. His great-grandmother was alright. Xiao Hu breathed a sigh of relief and started walking towards the door. But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, seemingly hesitant. He and his great-grandmother had gotten along very well during this time. She was the only woman since he transmigrated who didn't need his protection and could even protect him in crucial moments. In her presence, he truly became like a child, developing a deep attachment to her. He went back to the bed and reached out to lift the mosquito net. At that moment, his great-grandmother turned over and lay on her back. He couldn't help but bend down, press his face against her chest, and then gently stroke her face. "Ah!" A scream rang out. Startled, Xiao Hu stumbled back several steps and landed on the floor with a thud. "Who are you? What are you doing on my bed?" A woman jumped off the bed and demanded sharply at Xiao Hu.It turned out the woman lying on the bed wasn't the eldest grandmother. The woman stood with her hands on her hips, wearing only a bodice and shorts, her arms and legs completely exposed. "I...I'm here to treat the eldest grandmother's illness," Xiao Hu initially stammered, startled by the angry shout, but he quickly recovered and explained to the woman. He thought: This is clearly the eldest grandmother's room, her bed, how did it become "your"? He carefully examined the woman before him and understood everything: she looked to be under thirty, slightly shorter and thinner than the eldest grandmother. But in other aspects, she was practically a carbon copy of the eldest grandmother, especially her face, and her breasts were very firm and full. Without a doubt, this was the eldest grandmother's married daughter, Nan Huiying. Nan Huiying had been married in the county town for over ten years. Her husband's family had been merchants for generations, now owning a silk shop and an inn. She rarely returned to her parents' home because of her busy business; this was the first time Xiao Hu had seen her. Nan Huiying was known for her fiery temper and boldness from a young age, and her unconventional behavior. Xiao Hu had heard many tales about Miss Huiying in the Nan family mansion. For example, she was said to enjoy drinking with the vulgar craftsmen and servants, and on the day before her wedding, she beat up one of her husband's distant cousins, who had just turned eighteen, for peeping at her while she urinated. Xiao Hu thought to himself: "Today I finally have the honor of meeting the famous Miss Huiying." However, his joy quickly turned to dismay. "You're talking nonsense! How could our dignified Nan family invite a callow youth like you? Besides, treating a patient isn't like seducing a woman; you don't need to climb into the patient's bed to do it!" Good heavens, she really dared to say that. Before Xiaohu could explain, Huiying grabbed a broom from the wall, raised it above her head, and continued to demand, "Tell me, did you try to steal something from this room?" "Please calm down, Miss! You don't have to climb onto the bed to steal!" Xiaohu couldn't answer and could only stall for time, hoping his mistress would return soon. Huiying thought: That's true. There were only pillows and blankets on the bed; there really wasn't anything to steal. Could he be a lecherous man, trying to take advantage of her while she slept? How audacious! This thought made her even angrier. She had run back to her parents' home because she was seething with anger at her in-laws' house. Now Xiaohu was her punching bag. "You little brat, how dare you talk back to me!" She swung the broom at Xiaohu's head with a "whoosh." Xiaohu dodged it. He had to dodge: although Huiying was holding a broom, her momentum was astonishing. If it hit Xiaohu's head, even if it didn't cause a head injury, it would at least give him a concussion. It seemed that Huiying had truly inherited her mother's skills and was no ordinary person. Her temper was even more impatient than her mother's! At this moment, Xiaohu had already darted into the small courtyard outside the gate. Seeing that her first strike missed, Huiying knew that Xiaohu was also a trained fighter. Her strike looked simple, but most people would definitely not be able to dodge it. She hadn't sparred with anyone in a long time, and her hands were itching. So she grabbed the broom and chased after him. The courtyard was a bit larger, and Xiaohu ran while dodging Huiying's broom. The eldest mistress's courtyard was relatively secluded, and he dared not run outside, afraid of waking the servants in the mansion. Huiying didn't seem to want to attract anyone else either, and just kept chasing and beating Xiaohu in the courtyard. Now the flowers and plants in the eldest mistress's courtyard were in for a rough time. Xiao Hu skillfully used the terrain and surrounding obstacles, constantly slamming Hui Ying's broom onto flowerpots or bamboo trellises entwined with fruit vines. As a result, flowerpots shattered everywhere, and the bamboo trellises were completely destroyed. Later, exhausted from chasing, Hui Ying stopped, leaning on her broom, panting heavily, and said to Xiao Hu, "You little brat, don't run away if you've got guts. Let's fight hand-to-hand, and if you win, I'll let you go." She wasn't stupid; she probably figured out that Pang Xiao Hu wasn't a bad person. However, she was still very resentful and wanted to teach him a lesson first. Xiao Hu said, "Fine. You'd better keep your word." Hui Ying didn't say much, put down her broom, and threw a punch at Xiao Hu. Xiao Hu blocked it, and the two began to exchange blows. Hui Ying had probably been practicing martial arts much longer than Xiao Hu, but she was, after all, the eldest mistress's master's biological daughter, and Xiao Hu had to give her face. Therefore, he mainly defended and rarely attacked. Before long, they were both hit in the shoulders, arms, and thighs by each other's punches and kicks. Although neither of them were fighting desperately, each blow still hurt quite a bit. Xiao Hu had a good opportunity to sneak attack Hui Ying's chest during the fight, but he hesitated and didn't dare to strike. While hesitating, she kicked him hard in the stomach. Xiao Hu was annoyed and wondered how to retaliate. They fought for a while longer, and Hui Ying thought to herself: "This boy's moves are very similar to what I learned. Could he be my mother's new apprentice? He's too young! Let me use the special move my mother taught me and see how he reacts." Suddenly, Xiao Hu saw Hui Ying use her most familiar move, called the "Tiger-Taming Continuous Fist." Grandma had explained this move to Xiao Hu in detail, saying it was a technique she had developed after many years of practical experience. She not only taught Xiao Hu this move but also how to counter it. That technique had a nice-sounding name: the Phoenix-Capturing Cloud-Piercing Palm. However, knowing the move and how to counter it were one thing, but actually using it was another. Every time Xiao Hu used the Phoenix-Capturing Cloud-Piercing Palm to counter Grandma's Tiger-Taming Continuous Fist, he was utterly defeated. But when Grandma used the same move, it was always incredibly effective. Before Xiao Hu could think further, Huiying had already attacked. Her Tiger-Taming Continuous Fist was just as powerful as Grandma's. A continuous punch, of course, wasn't just one punch, but a continuous barrage of blows. This was very tiring, but extremely powerful. Xiao Hu was overwhelmed by her series of attacks. He had no choice but to use the Phoenix-Capturing Cloud-Piercing Palm to break her offensive, not caring whether it would even be effective. Huiying was having a good time, seeing that Xiao Hu couldn't defend himself and that she was about to win. Suddenly, Xiao Hu changed his movements, dodging her attack, and his right claw struck towards her abdomen. She hurriedly blocked with her fist, but missed. She knew she was in trouble. A sharp "smack" rang out as Xiao Hu slapped her left cheek. The blow was heavy; her ears rang, and she nearly spun around on the spot, several finger marks immediately appearing on her face. Xiao Hu himself was also taken aback; he hadn't expected his "Phoenix-Capturing Cloud-Piercing Palm" technique to actually work on Miss Huiying. He was supposed to continue striking her right cheek, then transform his palms into claws, aiming for her chest and lower body. But he dared not use such vulgar moves on Huiying. Before she could regain her senses, he pounced on her, grabbed her body, and threw her to the ground. He then straddled her back, holding her tightly from behind, arms and body, not daring to loosen his grip for a moment. Huiying struggled a few times but couldn't break free, and then burst into tears. Xiao Hu immediately panicked. He realized their current position was very suggestive. His face was pressed against Huiying's neck, his hands were around her sensitive breasts, and his hips were pressed against her healthy, firm buttocks. He quickly said "Excuse me," got up from the ground, and reached out to help Huiying, who was standing up. Huiying pushed his hands away, got up on her own, and stood there wiping away tears with her back to him. Xiaohu hurriedly apologized to her: "I'm sorry, Miss. It was my fault. I didn't mean to take liberties with you." In his heart, however, he thought to himself, "Grandma, you're almost thirty, don't cry anymore. If the matriarch comes back and sees this, she'll think I, Pang Xiaohu, am a lecherous womanizer." In fact, Nan Huiying was thirty-two years old this year, only two or three years younger than Pang Xiaohu's mother. She had good skin and had never had children, so she looked like she was twenty-five or twenty-six. "Xiaohu, you don't need to apologize, I saw everything." The matriarch's voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw the matriarch standing there with a serious expression, with two maids, Xiuying and Xiuzhi, standing beside her. Their expressions were strange, as if they wanted to laugh but dared not. "Mother! I've been waiting for you all night! Why are you only just returning?" Nan Huiying cried out, ignoring the onlookers, and leaped into her grandmother's arms. Her grandmother usually doted on her; as she smoothed her daughter's disheveled hair, she said, "You're so grown up, yet you still act like a wild child." Seeing this, Xiao Hu quickly took his leave from his master so the mother and daughter could continue their affectionate moment. As he turned to leave, he noticed Huiying making faces at him, and Xiuying and Xiuzhi finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. After Xiao Hu left, Huiying went inside with her grandmother to tell her about her grievances. Nan Huiying hadn't borne a son or daughter since her marriage, which led to her in-laws' disdain. Her husband's family had only had one son for three generations, and they valued having a son above all else. Because she hadn't conceived, her mother-in-law couldn't help but complain to the neighbors, sometimes deliberately letting her overhear. Huiying's relationship with her husband was originally quite good. Although she was straightforward and quick-tempered, she was hardworking and respectful to her husband and the two elders in the family, lacking the arrogance often found in daughters of wealthy families. She felt incredibly wronged regarding the matter of having children. Her mother had a son and a daughter, and her younger brother, Nan Zhiyong, also had...He had married two wives and fathered several children. Therefore, she felt that her inability to conceive was not her fault, but rather her husband's. However, she couldn't argue with her in-laws, otherwise they would surely cause a ruckus and disrupt her peace. Recently, her mother-in-law had been arranging for her husband to take a concubine, which naturally displeased her, but there was nothing she could do. In a fit of anger, she abandoned her inn business and decided to return to her parents' home for a few days. Even her madam couldn't help her with this matter, and could only offer a few words of comfort. As it grew late, Huiying wanted to sleep with her mother, although she still had her own room in the mansion. "Mother, why have you started taking on apprentices? Who exactly was that boy just now?" She suddenly remembered Pang Xiaohu, whom she had fought with earlier, and asked her mother. "What boy!" her madam scolded, although she usually liked to call Pang Xiaohu "boy." "His name is Pang Xiaohu, and he's the steward of the manor. Don't let his young age fool you; he's incredibly skilled. Last time, when your brother Zhicheng was kidnapped by a group of bandits, he was the one who single-handedly rescued him." "Ah, so he's that little prodigy! I heard about him in the county town too," Huiying said. Then she asked her mother, "Mother, you haven't taken on any apprentices for so many years, why did you suddenly decide to take him as your disciple? And you even taught him your most powerful moves, making me lose face today. I must challenge him to another match and beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy!" "Mother took him as her disciple because I felt we had some kind of connection. Huiying, you mustn't do anything reckless and make people laugh at you. Also, don't tell anyone that I've taken on a new disciple, not even your father!" Huiying agreed on the surface, but in her heart, she was plotting something else. Actually, Huiying only acted like a child around her mother; in front of outsiders, she was usually quite composed. Her husband usually only managed the silk shop, leaving the inn entirely to her. She was also responsible for welcoming and seeing off guests. Passing travelers and merchants all liked her and gave her the nickname "Shanxi Shi" (a legendary beauty). Because of Master Nan's influence, neither the legitimate nor the underworld bothered her family, so her business flourished, much better than when she first married into the family. If it weren't for her husband taking a concubine, which annoyed her, her life would have been quite comfortable. Her husband's new concubine was a young woman who had just turned seventeen, a natural vixen. Her husband hid in her room all day, spending a lot of money buying her all sorts of gold, silver, jade, and jewelry. Recently, he even sent someone to Guangzhou, the provincial capital, to buy her beautiful Western-style clothes. Huiying was furious at the thought of all the money she had worked so hard for her husband's family, only to have it all spent on that vixen. She had married at fifteen; if she had become pregnant shortly after, her child would now be the same age as her husband's new concubine. She thought, "This world is so unfair. Why can men marry several women, while women have to stay with one man forever?" She refused to believe she couldn't even have a child. Sometimes she even thought, "One day I'll go out and find a few men to sleep with, and see if I can actually get pregnant!" Of course, she only thought about it and didn't dare to actually do it. [To be continued]

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