[Urban] The Way Home (Complete) - 13-15

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Chapter 21

Yunzhu couldn't sleep. She hadn't expected her husband to actually let her run Qianjin Tower. The beautiful music and enchanting poetry didn't have to be given up. That dead man probably had those shameful thoughts too. He treated me like that yesterday... Her anus was swollen and throbbing. Yunzhu blushed and struggled to get up. She missed him so much, wanted to see him, wanted to be by his side...

She dressed quietly and slipped out the back door. It was just dawn, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The road wasn't far. She gently knocked on the courtyard gate and waited for a long time before someone opened it. "Where did this idiot come from? Not letting people sleep so early in the morning. Ah, Madam, I, I didn't mean you..."

Qin Mingjing was shirtless, wearing only shorts. His muscles were shiny and firm, with clear lines. A scar on his chest made him look even more fierce. He was full of resentment. He had just dreamed of the sand dunes and was about to have sex when he was woken up. The big dragon beside her was still fast asleep. It was unclear whether he was truly dazed or not; he wouldn't hear a knock, but would wake up instantly if someone sneaked into the yard. She had planned to beat anyone who dared to tease her, but then she saw the man at the door. "Madam, it's you! Come in, come in!"

Yunzhu was stunned for a moment upon seeing the strong man, then blushed and lowered her head. Putting aside the fact that her husband had exposed his breasts to her yesterday, the tent bulging under his shorts... what a massive thing must be hidden underneath!

"Brother Qin, whose room was my husband in yesterday? I want to go find him."

"Probably the young mistress's, I'm not quite sure."

The two brushed past each other. Yunzhu, feeling guilty, didn't dare look at him, naturally not noticing the man's gaze lingering on her swaying, round buttocks.

The backyard was deserted, clearly everyone was still asleep. As soon as she entered, she heard faint moans, incredibly seductive. Judging by the direction, even if it wasn't near the sand dunes, the sound was clearly coming from Yu Niang's room. "So restless this early in the morning!" Yun Zhu thought with a wicked smile.

She gently pushed the door; it wasn't locked from the inside. With a bang, she flung it open. "Who's bullying Sister Yu Niang this early in the morning? I'll teach them a lesson… You, you…"

Inside, Yu Niang's buttocks were raised high, welcoming the man behind her. Her labia were already covered in white foam. The penis inside her, though small, was hard as iron, thrusting quickly and forcefully. The sheets were soaked with her juices; they had clearly been at it for a while. But her sweet moans seemed stuck in her throat, unable to escape. "Yun Zhu, I… I didn't… Please listen to me… It's my fault, it's all my fault, sister. Don't blame the child, Xiao Yun, don't move… Oh, stop…"

"Auntie, I can't stop! I'm going to cum! I want to cum inside Auntie's pussy!"

Yu Niang was on the verge of a breakdown, not understanding how this child could be so fearless in front of his mother, daring to say such bold things. "Don't talk nonsense! You can't cum inside! Oh, Yunzhu, we... oh..."

Seeing Yunzhu walk over expressionlessly, Yu Niang knew it was useless to explain. Caught like this, she panicked and regretted, "Sister, pull him away! It was I who seduced him! Don't make things difficult for the child! Oh, Yunzhu, why are you still..."

"Auntie won't let you cum inside! Take it out now!" "

Mother, I can't hold on any longer! Auntie's pussy is so hot! I want to cum in Mother's mouth!"

She must have misheard, or maybe the child was just scared out of his wits. Otherwise, how could he say such a thing? Then Yu Niang was dumbfounded.

Yunzhu squatted down beside her, opening her cherry-like mouth and even spitting out a mouthful of semen. The penis inside her throbbed a few times, and as soon as Xiaoyun pulled out, he eagerly placed the head of his penis on his mother's tongue, spurting out a stream of white semen that coated her tender red tongue.

"You, you..."

Yu Niang watched Yunzhu swallow the mouthful of semen, watched her lick and clean Xiaoyun's penis, her mind reeling.

Even after Xiaoyun rolled over and fell asleep again, Yu Niang remained motionless, her buttocks sticking out. *Smack!* Yunzhu slapped her buttocks. "My Xiaoyun is asleep, do you still want more, sister?"

"You, you... you already had it?"

"Yes." Seeing Yunzhu nod, her face flushed, Yu Niang understood. It must be related to her husband. Wasn't she half-forced to sit on her godchild the night he took her in?

But they were mother and son, and her husband was such a wicked man… Their eyes met, and Yunzhu couldn't help but laugh first. “My little Yun didn’t shoot much, I wonder which slut got it all.”

“You brat, you still dare to say that? How was I supposed to know this little guy knew everything? Yesterday, when you weren’t here, I brought him to my room to sleep, and he…”

“Isn’t my son amazing?”

“You’re so annoying, like a little calf, keeping me up all night. I got lucky with your little Yun, but as his wife, do you also…”

“No way, your two sons are losing out! Ah, don’t pinch me…”

The sun was high in the sky before they finally got up. Shaqiu could barely walk. Yesterday, she had truly fed the fool all by herself, and the experience was indescribable.

The fool considered himself a lazy man, but his wives called him a scoundrel. This lazy scoundrel wouldn’t sit on a chair, disregarding his image, he squatted by the wall eating a steamed bun. After breakfast, he had to go see his classmate Lao Zuo. How was he going to say that?

"Husband, look at you! What a mess you've made of!"

Rou'er interrupted his thoughts, turning her head to see a row of people squatting around her. Ma Qian, Ma Kun, Da Long, Qin Mingmian, and even Xiao Yunyun, carrying a bowl of porridge, wanted to squat down and join the queue, only to be dragged away by Yunzhu by the collar.

"Ah, Yunzhu, when did you get back? Are you alright? You recovered so quickly."

Wan'er rolled her eyes, a little embarrassed, but she couldn't care less for now. Wan'er was about to murder her husband. With dark circles under her eyes, Wan'er clearly hadn't slept well, and if she didn't get up soon, she was on the verge of drawing her sword. She wanted to take someone down with her before she died. Rou'er, don't run away!

Understanding her husband's thoughts, Rou'er comforted her sister all the way. The fool, sitting in the carriage, also wanted to say something, gently placing his hand on Wan'er's shoulder. Before he could open his mouth, his ear was pinched. This really wasn't intentional. His hand, which was meant to be on her shoulder, ended up touching Wan'er's breast. It must be because Wan'er was moving around. Yes, that's it.

The steward of the Zuo residence looked worried. Upon seeing Wan'er, he paused for a moment before coming forward to pay his respects. Although he hadn't seen the young lady for a long time, he still recognized her. However, the once flat-chested girl was now voluptuous, which was puzzling.

In Minister Zuo's bedroom, he looked much thinner. Seeing them enter, he tried to get up, "Young Master, I..."

"Stop, stop, don't give me that. You tricked me into coming to Jiangnan, but I also took your daughter... Ouch, don't pinch me, we're talking about serious matters." The fool held Wan'er's hand. "I don't care about being a young master or not. I only know that you are now my father-in-law. I did that to your daughter without your permission, and I'm actually quite embarrassed."

This guy isn't embarrassed for once? Rou'er wanted to laugh but then she saw the fool pull Wan'er down to kneel down and kowtow three times respectfully.

"Young Master, you mustn't. I'm sorry, my daughter and I..."

"Father, don't say that."

Wan'er rushed over and interrupted her father. This girl thought the fool didn't know.

“That’s right, that’s right. Let’s not talk about the past. After all, human life is more important. There was no other way at the time, and we’re all family, so I believe no one will tell anyone. Don’t mention it again.”

The fool was still guilty and got off the donkey.

“Miss, I…”

Minister Zuo looked at Rou’er.

“Uncle Zuo, don’t worry. If my husband says it’s nothing, then it’s nothing. You left in a hurry that day, otherwise I would have made things clear to you then and there. He’s a much worse person than you think.”

How could he speak like that? He didn't dare retort, his smile more like a grimace. All that was said was pointless; everyone present had their own thoughts. In the awkward silence, Rou'er walked to the bedside and took Zuo Shangshu's pulse. "It's just a knot in your heart, not a serious illness. Uncle Zuo, don't take it to heart, you'll get better naturally. I'll go and prescribe some medicine for you."

She then winked at the fool, and the two left the bedroom.

What's going on? This isn't supposed to happen! Wan'er is still inside. "Why are you staring at that father and daughter like that? Uncle Zuo's heart is deeply troubled; it's already damaged his heart meridian. If it's not resolved, something bad will really happen."

Why are you so worried, old man? You slept with someone's wife and her husband didn't even object! He obediently followed Rou'er to get the medicine, not forgetting to look back—really reluctant to leave!

Inside the room, Wan'er nestled quietly beside her father. "Xiao Fei, it's all my fault. I've caused you to suffer humiliation, and..."

"Don't say that. I did it willingly. As long as it can save you, Father, even if I had to choose again, I would still..."

Her voice trailed off, almost inaudible.

"But we are father and daughter after all, and there's also the young master. I've wronged you. How will you ever hold your head high in your husband's family again?"

"Father, don't think too much. My husband is different from ordinary people. He won't make things difficult for me. As long as you recover, the past is the past. Didn't he just say that only family knows? No one will tell anyone?"

"Sigh, as long as he treats you the same way, that's enough. How long has it been since we, father and daughter, talked like this? It seems like it's been since you were fourteen."

Wan'er's face suddenly flushed. "Father, you're still talking like that? So you've been harboring ill intentions towards me since then, which is why I've been avoiding you."

At fourteen, Wan'er's figure was already shapely, and the girl, who had been diligently practicing martial arts, was full of vitality. After a training session, an exhausted Wan'er bathed and lay on the bed in only a thin garment, as her father routinely massaged her meridians. The young girl, unaware of her own defenses, was wary of whom? Her father? She underestimated her allure, and the young and vigorous Master Zuo overestimated his self-control. The girl, who had fallen into a deep sleep in her father's arms, was awakened by an unusual stimulation of her breasts. Her thin garment had come undone, and her well-developed breasts were being roughly handled and kneaded by her father. The girl's screams jolted her father awake. After numerous apologies, Wan'er forgave him, but a rift had formed between them. From that moment on, Wan'er tightly bound her breasts, until the appearance of a certain despicable man.

"Father was wrong back then," Lord Zuo sighed, seemingly relieved. "You look just like your mother. I was blinded by greed and did such a shameful thing. Fortunately, it didn't harm your health. Since then, I've always reminded myself that I should treat my daughter with respect now that she's grown up. Xiao Fei, do you still blame your father?"

Wan'er blushed and shook her head. "Not anymore. I just didn't know how to tell you, Father. I've seen everything you've done in the years since. I know you acted impulsively. And now that things are like this, you're still asking me. Sister Rou was watching too. You said it was for the antidote, but you were still kissing and touching her."

"You silly girl, back then you were..."

"Don't say it! Don't say it!" Wan'er shyly covered her father's mouth. Their eyes met, and there was an inexplicable emotion in her father's eyes. Wan'er lowered her head and let her father hold her in his arms.

The knocking startled the father and daughter. Wan'er hurriedly sat up straight. Rou'er, judging from her sister's expression, knew her persuasion had been effective, and with the medicine she had prescribed, there should be no problem.

The simpleton, however, was annoyed. His father-in-law, who had just begun to show signs of improvement, was telling him to go back to work.

"Can't I just collect my salary without working? Aren't I still some kind of young master?"

the simpleton tried to use his status to intimidate.

"You really don't want to go back? I was thinking of keeping your position as a minor official, as the commander of the Dark Falcon."

"Dark Falcon? What's that?"

"A good thing," someone already used to the simpleton's nonsensical talk, "My Xiaofei is the deputy commander of the Dark Falcon."

"Father, how could you just give him the Dark Falcon with a single sentence?"

Wan'er protested.

"You silly girl, you resigned from your official post to go find him, and I suppressed it for you. Now I've demoted you by half a rank. You two can go and cause trouble with the Dark Falcon."

For a man, his father-in-law's words carry more weight than his own father's, especially with a secretary provided. Wouldn't that mean he could call his secretary into his office for some shameless fun during work hours? The fool was secretly laughing on the way back, making Wan'er pinch him repeatedly in anger.

"Master, there's a fight ahead, let's take a detour."

Qin Ming's carriage stopped.

In the middle of the road, several young men were beating a ragged boy. The boy clutched a long sword tightly in his hand. "I didn't steal it, it was given to me by the fairy sister. I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you!"

Despite the blows, the boy wouldn't let go. One eye was already sealed shut, and blood was still trickling from his mouth. Before the fool could figure out what was wrong, Wan'er rushed out with a sharp cry.

"What happened, sister? Do you know her?"

Rou'er asked.

Only a fool would recognize that this was the little beggar from that night. "Yes, Wan'er's lover."

"You're going to die, talking nonsense again."

As she spoke, the woman who rushed into the crowd kicked the hooligans who were beating her to the ground, picked up the boy, and leaped onto the wall. In a few flashes, she disappeared without a trace.

"Where did my sister go? Should we wait for her?"

"Let's wait a bit, she should be back soon."

Not long after, Wan'er quietly got into the carriage. The fool didn't ask any questions, he just wanted to give her some money so she could have a full meal. When a carriage carrying several people returned home, a ragged boy carrying a long sword stood outside the left gate of the mansion. He steeled himself and knocked on the gate... On his

first day back at work, apart from the guy who thought the fool had taken a liking to his sister, no one remembered that Lu Zhanggu anymore. Of course, now he was a Yuanwailang, a Yuanwailang who did nothing but do official business.

Dark Falcon, the ultimate force of the Ministry of Justice, reports only to the Minister and is responsible for kidnapping, espionage, extortion, rescue, and assassination. They're the kind of organized crime group that, once you put on the skin, is a police force. But the simpleton doesn't care about any of that. He's very clear about his role: he listens to his wife in everything, goes wherever she tells him to go, and enjoys a life of luxury with a hollow title.

Wan'er finally shows her extraordinary talent. After a long absence, she immediately regains control of Dark Falcon. The leaders are clearly afraid of her, but not so much of the simpleton, their newly appointed superior. The simpleton doesn't mind; what difference does it make whether he's afraid of Wan'er or himself? He truly begins to live a life of eating more, drinking less, listening to his wife, and following the Party.

The Dark Falcon's headquarters was located in an inconspicuous house, with a full complement of three hundred men. At this moment, the revered number two leader of the Dark Falcon was lying on the desk inside the house. "I knew you had this evil intention when you agreed to Father's request... Oh... Husband, no, no... People will see..."

Wan'er's upper body was fully clothed, but her lower body had been stripped naked by the idiot. The idiot had been thinking about having sex with his secretary in the office for a long time. "Weren't you very powerful just now? They were all so afraid of you. Do you want to let them in now to see your slutty appearance?"

"No... They will see everything... Oh... Husband, it's so deep... So comfortable... I'm coming..."

The idiot spread open her greasy buttocks and gently pressed his thumb against her anus. "Oh... Husband, you touched there again... No, it's so itchy... Spare me... I'm going to cum... I really want to... Ah..."

Fortunately, he had managed to coax everyone away earlier, otherwise, people would have overheard. This girl was completely reckless when she climaxed.

The blissful days had only lasted two days when the fool was tricked, and it was premeditated. "Damn it, father-in-law, are you kidding me? Attend court? What am I, a fifteenth-rank official, supposed to do?"

"Seventh-rank," Lord Zuo was also a little embarrassed.

"Even a seventh-rank official wouldn't go, standing like an idiot all day, unable to speak and forced to kowtow."

"You are an idiot."

Wan'er had just interjected when the fool patted her butt, which Lord Zuo pretended not to see. "You have to go, you must get up at dawn tomorrow to prepare to enter the palace."

"Then tell me the truth, why should I go, where are the vice ministers and doctors?"

"The vice minister is sick, they need someone, the number of people standing on both sides is not asymmetrical, so they pulled you in to fill the gap..."

"...You're ruthless!"

"It wasn't me, it was the prime minister who said it."

Lord Zuo quickly betrayed his old comrade.

Those old guys are too wicked, they never tell the truth. But where there's a will, there's a way. As soon as he left the Ministry of Justice, the simpleton turned around and skipped work to go home, pushing Wan'er, who had been following him, out of the house as well. The wives looked at each other in bewilderment. What was going on?

Half an hour later, the door opened, and the anxiously waiting group was shocked!

Sha Qiu, bold as ever, reached out and touched it. "So smooth, feels so good."

The simpleton struck what he thought was a fierce expression. "How

about it, do I look like a bad guy?" "No, you're so cute like this."

Frustrated, he changed his expression. "How about this? Do I look like a pervert?"

"You are a pervert."

Uh... okay, he couldn't afford to offend them. The simpleton decided to go out and act like a bad guy to see how it went. In the courtyard, Rou'er and Yu Niang hadn't even realized what was happening when they saw that once bald man leave the house.

This was going to cause trouble. Luckily, Qin Ming was perceptive and followed him out without waiting for Rou'er's instructions. So, the troublemaker went out into the street.

Just outside was the Liu brothers' wonton stall. He plopped down on a stool, yelling, "Get out of here, all of you! This place's on me today!"

The customers were all neighbors. The simpleton didn't know many, but Qin Ming had already become familiar with them, so no one dared to mess with him. Seeing his arrogant attitude, they all got up and didn't bother to go far to watch the spectacle.

Liu Er approached with a grin, "Young master

, want a bowl of wontons?" "Yes, a large bowl, but let me make it clear first, I have no money. I'm here to dine and dash."

"Alright, one bowl of wontons, plenty of filling."

Liu Er shouted, turning to leave.

"Hey, did you hear me? I'm dine and dash!"

"Okay, you're dine and dash, want some cilantro?"... This was a damn communication barrier. Qin Ming chatted idly with Liu Yi, while the neighbors whispered and laughed. The simpleton, embarrassed, fled in disarray.

Having gotten off to a bad start, the fool decided to try another street. The main street was bustling and crowded, and a bright light illuminated Qin Ming's path. He grabbed the shopkeeper who had jumped up, ready to fight the bald man ahead, "Don't chase him! Did that kick hurt you?"

"Huh? Now that you mention it, it doesn't seem to hurt!"

"Then forget it, he's alright."

"How can that be? I'm going to report him to the authorities! He ate my buns without paying and smashed my stall!"

"Is this enough compensation?"

Qin Ming pulled out a silver ingot and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand. "If he causes you trouble again, come to Lü's Pharmacy and I'll pay you double."

"Such a good deal! Come on, smash it again!"

The fool, unaware that Qin Ming was cleaning up his mess, thought he was giving him face. What kind of scoundrel goes out without his lackeys? The young wife was pretty, and he made a series of threatening remarks, basically saying that he had taken a liking to her and would definitely go and steal her away that night. The girl looked pretty, and he could tease her a bit, then wait for him to come and propose marriage as a concubine. At first, his intimidating bald head was genuinely frightening, but then tragedy struck. The atmosphere in the Wu Dynasty wasn't rigid, and Luoyang was full of纨绔 (wan ku, spoiled

brats), but which纨绔 wouldn't dare to harass a woman with just words and not even lift a finger? A young wife casually retorted a few times, and the fool couldn't handle it. The key was that others were adept at harassing his wife, but he had never actually harassed someone else's wife. His bluster was seen through, and then he was turned on. The fool, enraged and ashamed, thought, "Do you think I wouldn't dare to act?" Just then, two young women walked side-by-side, dressed identically in flowing skirts and swaying figures, their slender waists and full hips captivating. For the sake of his male pride, the fool reached out his wicked hand.

"Ah!"

the two girls screamed in unison.

"Oh no!" The idiot turned and ran.

What woman wouldn't be terrified if a man touched her butt in the street? Minyao, clutching her sister's hand, was too scared to speak. Ruoyao had already started cursing, "You dare take advantage of me, you bald bastard! My husband won't let you get away with this!"

The bald man, who had already run far away, seemed to trip and fall. Minyao was about to speak when a large hand gently patted her shoulder. Turning around, Qin Ming looked ashamed.

The idiot only dared to stop after turning a corner. After a while, Qin Ming caught up. "They didn't notice, did they?"

"No, no."

Qin Ming didn't dare laugh.

"That's good. If you dare tell anyone, I'll kill you to silence you. Come on, we just saw a jewelry store, let's go collect protection money."

"Again? Again?"

The name of that jewelry store, "Smoke Locks the Pond," sounded familiar. Never mind, if he didn't pull off a few big heists, he'd be in deep trouble tomorrow.

Shopkeeper Wang, in his thirties, looked at the bald man demanding protection money, both amused and exasperated. The man clearly didn't recognize him; he'd thought he'd mistaken him for someone else when the shopkeeper entered. But upon seeing Qin Ming, he swallowed his words.

"What are you looking at? My henchman, he's a formidable fighter. Pay up, and I'll protect this shop from now on."

This guy was here to cause trouble. His words scared several customers out of the shop. One middle-aged man, who looked like a scholar, checked the shop's name. He hadn't gone to the wrong place. Someone dared to cause trouble here?

The shop assistant, quick-witted, didn't understand why his boss was wasting time talking to this idiot, but Third Master happened to be in the shop today. He

was in for a world of trouble! Third Master, who was there to collect money, was delighted to hear about the troublemaker. "How dare they!" he thought. "Let's go see."

He turned to the front and saw the bald man, then paused, but when he saw the stern-faced Qin Ming, he suppressed a laugh and stood beside Shopkeeper Wang.

There's a conspiracy going on. The fool thought their smiles were eerie. Getting the money was the priority, but something felt off.

"Give me a thousand taels of silver, and I'll guarantee your shop will be fine."

The fool had never done this before; he used to just hand over the silver notes, one hundred taels at a time.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment."

The simpleton was a little taken aback by how easy they were to talk to him, but in the end, he didn't have enough cash, only seven hundred taels in silver notes. "That's only seven hundred taels. Why don't you wait a moment, and I'll send someone to get it?"

Being robbed and then having to send someone to get it… the simpleton was bewildered. "No need, I'll use gold to make up the difference."

Thinking himself arrogant, he rubbed his bald head, picked up a gold lock, and tossed it to Qin Ming. "Keep this. This counts as fifty taels. Give it to Rou'er. These earrings are nicely made. Give them to Yu Niang. These hairpins are really beautiful, exactly the same. Give them to the two little Yao Yaos…"

"Wait," the shopkeeper interrupted. "That's not presentable. How about this pair?"

He reached under the counter and took out a brocade box. Inside were two phoenix hairpins wrapped in silk, exquisitely crafted and lifelike, with red gemstones adorning the phoenix eyes. "This one, if you like it, take this one."

The fool felt like a country bumpkin. After being persuaded by the shopkeeper, everyone ended up choosing one item, which seemed to be the best in the shop. Finally, he felt embarrassed and said, "I won't pay."

"Oh, it's alright, I still owe you three hundred taels."

"Fine, I won't take advantage of you. I'm Lü Guan, an official in the Ministry of Justice. Remember to report me to the authorities."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Are you going to report me or not?"

The fool was anxious.

"I'll report you, I'll report you as soon as you leave."

What was this all about?

The fool left the strange gold shop with trepidation. As soon as he stepped out,

Qin Ming, looking as embarrassed as a timid wife, said, "Don't even mention it, it's so embarrassing! Third Brother, Sixth Brother, let's drink together another day. I have to keep an eye on my master."

Third Brother and Shopkeeper Wang nodded in agreement.

One shop was too few, it wouldn't make a difference. He wouldn't lose his official position, but he'd have to go to court. No way, he'd rather die than go.

Just as he was deciding which shop to pick, a gust of wind came from behind. The fool instinctively shrugged, throwing an elbow strike—*thud!* It caught him. "Big brother, you're risking your life!"

"Oh, you're excited? You're shopping too?"

Behind him, Wu Qingqi looked at him with a smile.

"I don't want to be a king who doesn't eat porridge, of course I have to come out and see what's going on. But what are you doing here, big brother?"

"Me? Causing trouble, robbing, collecting protection money—don't stop me, or I'll get angry!"

He had originally wanted to say he was going to flirt with a young girl, but he'd just flirted with his own wife—too embarrassing.

"I don't care, I'll just watch the show, okay? But brother, with that hairstyle of yours, aren't you supposed to be attending court tomorrow?"

"You know about this too? Tell me, is this your fault?"

The fool glared at Wu Qingqi, who immediately backed down and betrayed his old comrade, "It's not my fault, it was your two old fathers-in-law who did it."

"That's good. You're the Crown Prince, don't get involved with me today. I'm going to strip you of this official robes."

With that, he stormed into a bustling restaurant by the roadside.

"Brother, that restaurant..."

Before he could finish, the fool was already inside. Wu Qingqi gave a signal, and a follower disappeared into the crowd.

This time, the one who came out was even faster. The manager, who had been so arrogant, suddenly changed his expression after being called away. One thousand taels? One thousand taels wouldn't be enough to show the face of Taiyi Restaurant; it had to be at least two thousand taels.

Holding the two thousand tael silver note, the fool was dazed, feeling like he'd been tricked again. Finally, he had to grab the fat shopkeeper by the collar before he'd report to the authorities. Don't lie to me, I hope.

Qin Ming stood politely to Wu Qingqi's left. He didn't know what the two were talking about, but Wu Qingqi was overjoyed. Seeing the fool come out to greet him, he said, "Brother, you're so talented! Hehe, hehehehehe." Was he being insulted? The fool was confused by the laughter. "What are you laughing at? Look, I've collected another two thousand taels. Here, take it." He

casually stuffed the silver notes into Wu Qingqi's arms. "Is my crime enough to get me dismissed from office?"

"Almost, almost."

Actually, that bald man was enough, but Wu Qingqi deliberately wouldn't tell him.

"Still not enough?" He glanced across the street and saw a pharmacy, Jishi Pharmacy. "Watch me smash it up, that'll eliminate a competitor."

"Brother, don't go, I'm just kidding..."

Someone tugged at his sleeve, and when he turned around, Qin Ming was almost in tears...

This time, he didn't want to spend any money, so everyone would be more secretive. He went in and started smashing things up. The shop assistants overturned everything, various medicinal herbs were scattered, and the counter and medicine cabinets were shattered by his internal force. He clapped his hands, finished his job, and grabbed the pharmacist. "I am Lü Guan, an official in the Ministry of Justice. Remember to report me to the authorities, or I'll come every day."

After leaving the shop, Wu Qingqi squatted on the ground, his shoulders twitching. "What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

"Nothing, my stomach hurts, hehe, haha..."

"What are you laughing at? Is that enough?"

"Enough, enough, haha, hahahaha..."

"You're sick."

Ignoring the lunatic, the idiot led Qin Ming away triumphantly.

Ma Qian was extremely frustrated. He had just taken over the shop, and hadn't even changed the name yet, and it was already vandalized! He'd only been using the restroom for a moment, and it was already like this? He helped the accountant up. "Who did this? Did they leave their name?"

"What a tragedy! It was the Lü family who did this, without even giving a reason."

"Someone surnamed Lü did it? Who is he?"

"He was bald. He said he was Lü Guan, an official in the Ministry of Justice, and told us to report him to the authorities. Young master, young master? Ah, come quick, the young master has fainted..."

Passing by Qianjinlou, the simpleton sent Qin Ming home with the stolen jewelry while he went to freeload a meal.

Since Yunzhu's performance that day, Qianjinlou's business had soared. The key was Yunzhu's elegant attire; finally, there was something to look forward to!

Lai Fu was stunned when he saw him go in, then quickly covered his mouth. "You want to laugh but you don't dare, you'll burst!"

Knowing that he was easygoing, Lai Fu didn't mind and leaned closer. "Master, what's going on here...?"

"Enough nonsense, where's Yun Zhu?"

"Miss..."

Lai Fu paused, but finally couldn't hide it anymore. "Miss has a guest."

Then he carefully observed the fool's expression, and only when he saw no displeasure did he feel a little relieved.

"A guest? In bed?"

Lai Fu was startled. This guy was too direct. "No way, we just talked about poetry in a private room on the third floor. I'll take you up."

The third floor was as quiet as ever. Seeing the fool peeking through the crack in the door, Lai Fu didn't dare to speak. The master actually had such refined tastes.

The fool waved his hand, and Lai Fu tactfully withdrew. The fool focused on learning how scholars wooed women, but the process was far too long. The man was in his early thirties, sporting a handsome mustache, dressed in a plain robe, and possessed refined manners. His speech was imbued with Confucianism, and his every move was impeccably polite. However, he couldn't help but peek at Yun Zhu's cleavage, you hypocrite.

Yun Zhu's demeanor was impeccable; she was clearly skilled in interpersonal relationships, neither too close nor too distant, keeping people at arm's length. This vixen was incredibly adept at seducing men. Unable to bear it any longer, the fool, instead of the man, was in a hurry. "If you're not going to make a move, hurry up and make room!" The fool pushed open the door and entered to disrupt the proceedings.

The man's surname was Li, his given name Chang, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and the second-place scholar of the 30th year of the Earthly Martial Calendar. He was exceptionally talented and considered a devoted fan of Yun Zhu. They had interacted before but hadn't been able to advance their relationship. He had heard about her stunning performance a few days ago and had come to visit her today. If he truly liked her, it was genuine. She was well-educated, refined, and possessed an unparalleled beauty and a serene nature. Yet, fate had been cruel to her. Today, upon seeing Yunzhu, he seemed much more relaxed, even revealing a hint of her fair breasts. A few words were enough to elicit a gentle smile from the beauty. Could it be that today truly offered an opportunity? His eyes burned with desire, and he was about to show off when the fool barged in.

"Brother, you've come to the wrong place , haven't

you?" "Ah, what's this? What's this? Where's your hair?"

"Summer's coming, so I shaved it."

Li Chang was taken aback. It seemed these two knew each other. The Ministry of Rites personnel were indeed professional receptionists; even without knowing the man's background, they didn't give the fool a hard time. After a few pleasantries, they sat down again, showing no intention of leaving.

Yunzhu felt a little awkward, not because she was afraid the fool would misunderstand, but because facing two men at the same time, her clever mind wasn't quite enough. After all, Qianjin Tower was a brothel, and the men who came here had only one ultimate purpose.

While chatting with the two, she would occasionally steal glances at her husband's bald head, a shy smile playing on her lips, like a peony in full bloom. Li Chang was a little stunned, knowing that she wasn't smiling at him. He wondered what was so great about this bald head, but he became even more attentive to this bald-headed man.

The fool, who knew nothing of poetry and literature, thought he couldn't join the conversation. Yunzhu playfully scolded him for being unnecessarily modest. "Oh? Brother Lü is quite the hidden talent. Today, with Yunzhu by my side, how about Brother Lü compose a poem to enhance the drinking experience?"

This was a common practice among scholars and students who frequented brothels to drown their sorrows. A good poem in front of a woman they admired often led to a fleeting romance. However, the fool was not interested in this. "No thanks, no thanks. How could I possibly write poetry? 'A goose by the river'?"

Yunzhu glared at him with her phoenix eyes, and the fool was frightened. He knew her girlish thoughts. His husband was clearly full of poetry, but it was a waste of his talent. He wouldn't get a word out of her without a good scolding. "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces?"

He used a question, but Yunzhu's eyes lit up immediately. Li Chang also sat up straight. This bald man really had something to offer?

Seeing that they were both looking at him, the fool became insecure again. Was that how it was supposed to be? It had been too long, and he couldn't quite remember. "Spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is heavy?"

It was still a question. His eyes blinked as he looked at Yunzhu. Had he memorized it wrong? Yunzhu had never heard of the Qingping Tune. "Why are you looking at me? What's the next line?"

"If not seen on the Jade Mountain?"

It was still a question, and his voice was even softer.

He looked left and right, but no one spoke. Was it out of place? Or had he remembered it wrong?

"What's the last line? You're driving me crazy."

His wife spoke up, and the fool finally mumbled, "Will we meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace?"

Four questions. He wondered if Li Bai would be so angry he'd time-traveled. Yunzhu blushed with delight. Li Chang stood up abruptly, walked to the desk, picked up a brush, and wrote down the four lines. "Good poem, good poem." "Girl, he said you're very poetic."

The fool whispered to Yunzhu.

"I hate you, my husband! Did you write this poem just for me?"

Her eyes were already brimming with affection; what man could deny it at this moment?

"Of course, do you like it?"

"Mmm," Yunzhu nodded shyly and happily. At this moment, Li Chang walked over. "Brother Lü, you are truly talented. I was negligent earlier."

He then bowed deeply.

This is a good poem? "You're too kind. Actually, I didn't write it. When I was a child, there was a pig butcher near my house..."

Yunzhu glared at him, startling him into swallowing the rest of his sentence.

"You all chat first. It's rare for Lord Li to be willing to write, so I need to find someone to seal this paper."

Yunzhu came out of the room with a beaming smile. "Brother Lü, do you have any other masterpieces? We can exchange ideas... You, what are you doing?"

The bald man suddenly sat down next to him, startling Li Chang. "What are you doing here today?"

"To discuss poetry and literature with Yunzhu,

and play the zither..." "Then why are you competing with me? Besides, Brother Li is so unreliable. Don't you have any other thoughts? Since Brother Li is a gentleman, don't ruin my good time later."

Before he could finish speaking, Yunzhu returned. Li Chang hadn't recovered from the fool's words. Ruined his good time? Did he have a way to get close to her?

Yunzhu was kind. As long as it could bring fame to her husband, she was willing to do it. She hadn't even considered the possibility of not being able to acknowledge him. She had chosen her own path, hadn't she? That poem was so beautiful; she herself was far too beautiful. Her heart was filled with sweetness, which she expressed directly on her face. "Young Master Lü's literary talent is truly remarkable. Would you mind staying for a deeper conversation with Yunzhu today?"

This was a clear invitation in front of Li Chang. Yunzhu blushed slightly, suppressing her embarrassment without flinching.

Li Chang felt somewhat dejected. Yunzhu had made her choice, but her literary talent was inferior. He rose to take his leave. "It's still early, Brother Li, why leave? Since you're in such a good mood today, how about Yunzhu performs a song and dance for us?"

"Sure? Then I'll gladly accept."

Seizing the opportunity, the alluring Yunzhu made him reluctant to leave, so he sat back down.

"You, you..."

Yunzhu glared at the fool, both embarrassed and angry. Was this bad man going to...?

The fool looked at Yunzhu mischievously, pursing his lips. "You damned husband, you stinky husband, you always bully me! Just wait until today, I'll scare you!"

"Would the two of you like to come with me to the fourth floor? The third floor will disturb the other guests."

The legendary fourth floor, the fourth floor of a haven of gentle pleasures—no man had ever been to the fourth floor before. Li Chang was secretly pleased, knowing he was getting preferential treatment from the bald man. He cupped his hands, gesturing for the simpleton to go first.

The simpleton, of course, wouldn't tell him he'd been there many times. His mind was filled with thoughts of how to teach this blockhead a lesson. At this rate, when would he ever get a girl? If all else failed, he'd force himself on him—brother would help. Thinking about it, it had been a long time since he'd seen his wife taken advantage of. They'd all gone bad, cheating on him while hiding it—it was much less fun. But with Yunzhu's personality, his chances of getting her today were slim, especially since it was happening in front of him. Looks like he'd have to enjoy it alone… This is Yunzhu?

Yunzhu, having changed her clothes, emerged from the inner room, shy, struggling, and hesitant. A blush spread across her face to her chest. Looking at her husband's dazed gaze, she felt a little smug. "You scared me, didn't you?"

Yunzhu was dressed all too familiar to the idiot; it was clearly the very same wide-sleeved dress he had altered himself, the one he had tried to seduce his grandfather with—the one he had altered to be incredibly sexy. Her long, slender legs and delicate waist were completely exposed from the side. The pale blue strapless bra still barely clung to her swollen nipples, revealing half a circle of pink areolas. This outfit was so revealing that she would practically expose herself just by walking. Was Yunzhu going to dance in it, in front of strangers? The idiot instantly became aroused.

A loud "gulp" of swallowing echoed beside him, making Li Chang even more unbearable. He never dreamed he would have the chance to see Yunzhu dressed like this. His eyes were glued to Yunzhu, staring at her plump breasts, her long, bare legs, her delicate waist—he couldn't take it all in.

Yunzhu, finally frightened by the two men's lecherous gazes, shyly covered her exposed chest. "Don't, don't look at me like that! I... I'll go change my clothes."

But she wasn't going to run away. Li Chang hadn't even seen how the bald man beside him rushed over; in a flash, Yunzhu was already being led by the hand, her shy demeanor evident, and brought to the center of the room.

"Please, Lord Li, play a tune on the zither."

Yunzhu gave a slight curtsy, her breasts slightly drooping, making them appear even more rounded. Li Chang finally realized what was going on. "Alright, alright, I'll play," he said, remaining seated.

Before the fool could even speak, Yunzhu had already turned her head away in embarrassment. Li Chang quickly hunched over and walked towards the zither.

"Husband, am I being too..."

Yunzhu asked softly. Wearing this dress without consulting her husband today, even though she was confident, was still an extremely bold move for her; it was impossible for her not to be afraid.

"Too what?" the fool interrupted her, "I love you to death."

He then shamelessly sat back down in his chair, his erection still prominent.

The music began, and Yunzhu finally began to dance gracefully, ethereal and beautiful. Yunzhu brought out the full charm of womanhood. Li Chang was quite skilled at the zither; Yunzhu had heard him play before, but why did her playing seem a little off today?

Stealing a glance, she saw Li Chang staring at her long legs. With a slight turn, her skirt billowed; he saw it, he must have seen it all.

Li Chang felt that coming today was truly worthwhile. He had the privilege of catching a glimpse of a beauty's figure—a half-naked, delicate body, long… uh… skirt fluttering, a fleeting glimpse of darkness between her legs—she wasn't wearing anything! That was Yunzhu's private parts, truly… The zither music then became scattered.

Even the simpleton could hear the chaotic music, but who cared? Yunzhu kept moving, lifting her legs, pulling in her stomach, and puffing out her chest, displaying her feminine charm to the fullest. "Stop looking! Please stop looking! My body is so hot!" Her private parts seemed to be being caressed by two men at the same time. Finally, her legs gave way, and Yunzhu collapsed to the ground.

The two men rushed to help her up. "Are you hurt?"

"No, my legs are just weak."

Her soft, boneless body was lifted up by the simpleton's arm. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the back of her skirt wasn't held down, and the long hem trailed down to the ground. Feeling a chill in her lower body, Yunzhu let out a soft moan of embarrassment and buried her face in the simpleton's chest. She clearly saw Li Chang staring at her crotch, completely mesmerized.

So beautiful! Yunzhu's secret was suddenly revealed before his eyes. Two plump labia were tightly closed, forming a long slit, with two pink little wood ears peeking out from the middle. Only a few sparse pubic hairs were distributed around it. This was not a woman's private parts, but a treasure cave that stimulated the man to explore its secrets. Moreover, it was glistening with moisture. Blood rushed to his head, and his nostrils felt hot. Li Chang touched it and found that blood was flowing out. "

Is it really that exaggerated? A nosebleed!" "Look at you, she's bleeding!"

Yunzhu didn't dare to look up. "You stinky husband, you did this on purpose! Let me go, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Really let me go?"

"Yes, let me go quickly."

"Alright, Brother Li, come here, carry Miss Yunzhu to the bed in the inner room. I'll go find some blood-activating medicinal wine. Her legs can't move, so be careful."

"No, no!" Yunzhu's protests had no effect. Her soft body had already changed owners, and she knew that saying anything more wouldn't change anything. She glanced shyly at the fool. "Then, Young Master Lü

, come back quickly." The fool went to find Laifu. Li Chang suddenly realized that it was just him and Yunzhu in the room. The beauty was half-naked and trembling in his arms. "Miss Yunzhu, I, I..."

"Just carry me to the bed."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that they were somewhat ambiguous, and Yunzhu dared not speak again.

Gently placing her on the embroidered bed, Yunzhu knew how alluring she was, and how utterly defenseless she was. Lord Li wasn't a bad person; compared to those with ulterior motives, even though he was only after her body, he still possessed a gentlemanly air. If he really took advantage of her…

Li Chang, well-versed in literature since childhood, knew that a gentleman wouldn't take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state. But even a gentleman can be tempted by a beautiful woman, right? Torn between his own desires and his conscience, his eyes swept over Yunzhu's jade-like body and couldn't look away. Her bodice had loosened, revealing her full breasts topped with two jade beads. Her skirt wasn't properly covering her, and her dark, shiny pubic hair lay flat on her slightly raised mound. A wave of heat surged through his lower abdomen; he couldn't resist any longer.

"Miss Yunzhu," he said. "Mmm," Yunzhu responded softly.

"I know you admire Young Master Lü, and I shouldn't have any more lustful thoughts about you, but your body is too beautiful. Can I...can I kiss you?"

Yunzhu thought he was going to bring up the matter of lovemaking, but unexpectedly, he only asked for a kiss. Although she was shy, it was better than him taking her body. Yunzhu didn't dislike him, but she wasn't at the point where she would offer herself to any man. If it weren't for her husband's strange thoughts, she probably would have sold the brothel long ago and lived a life of being a good wife and mother. Since being with her husband, her body had become more and more sensitive. Damn husband, you stinky husband, it's all your fault.

Silence meant consent? Li Chang was certain he would never force himself on a woman, so he boldly leaned down and pecked at her tender white breast. Yunzhu let out a soft moan, neither agreeing nor resisting, and just accepted it. Li Chang felt more confident and bolder. The luscious nipple was right beside his lips; he touched it with the tip of his tongue. Yunzhu trembled but didn't refuse, and finally opened her mouth to take it in.

"Lord Li, you mustn't tell anyone about what you've done to me."

"Don't worry, young lady, I certainly won't. What beautiful breasts! They're hard, even the nipples are hard."

Men are all the same, pushing their luck. When her breasts were played with until they were a deep pink, Yunzhu was already panting heavily. Just as she was about to ask him to stop, a large hand covered her mons pubis.

"No, Lord Li, don't touch down there, no, oh..."

Her middle finger slid down the crevice of her pubic hair, and Yunzhu's neck, which she had just raised, drooped weakly. "Lord Li, why did you lie to me? Oh... no, my clitoris is so numb! You said it would just be a kiss... why are you touching me there... oh..." Her

weak resistance only fueled the man's desire to conquer her. His fingers were already covered in sticky fluid. "I won't touch you anymore, I won't touch you anymore, just a kiss is enough."

Her long legs were gently parted without any obstruction, and Li Chang lowered his head.

Finally seeing the full view of her vulva, Li Chang couldn't wait any longer. His tongue slid across her labia, then he took a bite of her slightly protruding clitoris.

"You, why are you kissing me there...no, it itches...don't..."

"Miss Yunzhu, I did kiss you, I didn't touch you."

"You, you're bullying me, oh oh...it feels so good...my clitoris is going to melt from your mouth...oh..."

Yunzhu's waist arched slightly, instinctively letting her vulva make fuller contact with the man's lips and tongue, her hands unconsciously caressing her breasts, her pretty face flushed with spring, her charming moans could no longer be suppressed.

Husband, why aren't you back yet? Yunzhu can't take it anymore, he's so good at kissing, Yunzhu is coming, Yunzhu is going to be kissed until she climaxes, no, he's using his tongue to probe Yunzhu's little hole, husband, oh oh oh...

Of course, the fool wanted to rush back, but man proposes, God disposes. As soon as he reached the door to find Laifu, he was caught red-handed by the Prime Minister. Hearing that he actually dared to shave his head, Master Liu immediately rushed to Qianjin Tower, just in time to catch the fool. This scolding was like scolding a son, who was also half a son.

Li Chang hadn't expected Yun Zhu to climax so easily. He had frequented brothels before, and every girl there was a seasoned veteran who could easily defeat him. He never imagined Yun Zhu would be so vulnerable. Considering that there had never been any rumors of Yun Zhu having a lover, he felt even more affection for her. His tongue danced rapidly on her clitoris, his left hand played with her plump buttocks, and his right middle finger once again probed into her vagina.

There was no respite after the climax; Yunzhu's body was aroused again. "No, don't be so fast,"

her body was already burning with desire, and Yunzhu had already torn off her dress, leaving herself completely naked as the man teased and played with her. Her slender waist twisted, and her full breasts swayed with it. Her vagina was unbearably itchy, tightly gripping the intruding fingers. "Lord Li... Yunzhu is going to be bullied to death by you... Please go in a little more, oh... so good, a little more, just a little bit... my vagina is so itchy... a little more and I'll touch my clitoris... please touch my clitoris... I can't take it anymore..."

Unexpectedly, the elegant Yunzhu was so unrestrained in bed. She was indeed a woman with inner charm. But this was the pleasure of the boudoir, and of course, the man would like it. "But Yunzhu, my fingers aren't long enough. If you want me to touch your clitoris, I can only use..."

"Lord Li, you're bullying me... I've already let you do this and you still... oh... don't touch, don't touch my vagina... Yunzhu was wrong, Yunzhu was wrong..."

"Then do you want me to..."

"I want... Yunzhu wants... Please don't make me say it anymore... Don't torture me anymore, I want..."

It's time. Too much of a good thing can be bad. He'll soon be able to taste Yunzhu, whom he's been longing for day and night. Li Chang unleashed an unprecedented desire. His crotch was already erect. The beauty's flesh was right in front of him, ready to welcome him at any time. Her seductive eyes, her trembling breasts, the moment his glans touched her labia, he felt a suction pulling him into her. He suppressed the urge to thrust all the way in. "Miss Yunzhu, can I come to see you again after this?"

"Yes, I can come. Please fuck me, fuck Yunzhu's flesh with your cock, oh..."

The full, throbbing pain instantly filled her empty body. Yunzhu groaned and clenched her teeth, enduring the feeling of fullness.

Li Chang didn't move. His long-cherished wish had finally come true. The talented woman, whom countless scholars in Luoyang had longed for day and night, was now lying between his legs. Her tight, fleshy orifice gripped his penis tightly. With each gentle thrust, a soft moan escaped his lips. His glans was nibbled and tingled by the delicate flesh, making him almost

lose control of his ejaculation. He quickly regained his composure and pulled his penis out halfway. "Yunzhu, your orifice is really tight, it's like it bites. But we're really letting down that Young Master Lü." "You, you bad man, you took my body and then mentioned another man. If I let you have your wish today, you'll probably bully me again in the future. Lord Li, I, I..."

Yunzhu opened her arms wide, her full breasts changing shape in the man's hands. Her long legs wrapped around the man's waist, her hips swaying gently, her plump orifice swallowing the man's penis little by little. Zhou Lang dreamt of a talented woman, and the woman was passionate. As for that poor bald man, who cared?

Chapter 22, January 27th:

I actually really dislike those authors who leave things hanging at crucial moments. Let's all despise them!

Yun Zhu lay lazily on the embroidered bed, the flush on her face still lingering. Her husband hadn't returned yet, and she wondered where he'd gone. She had been so bold to please him, but he hadn't seen her. Had she been used for nothing today? Of course, it wasn't for nothing. Her vagina was still numb, and another surge of heat flowed out. How annoying! She had told him not to ejaculate inside, but he wouldn't take it out no matter what. What a stinky man, only caring about his own pleasure.

She grabbed Fang Bailing and wiped away the filth from her lower body. Her sensitive labia had regained their sensation. She dared not move again. Yun Zhu felt thirsty. After Li Chang left, there was no one else on the fourth floor. She went to the outer hall naked. There was even a silver note under the teapot. Two hundred taels? Yunzhu was both amused and exasperated. Was this considered payment for the prostitution earlier? These men, if it weren't for her husband's preference, wouldn't even be able to get to the fourth floor for two million taels of silver. Just as she was pondering this, a pair of large hands slipped under her armpits and grabbed her high, firm breasts.

"Ah, who is it... Lord Li, why are you back again?"

"I just went to the door, and Laifu told me that Young Master Lü was actually summoned away by the Prime Minister. I really don't know who he is, that Lord Liu would actually condescend to come to a brothel to see him."

Yunzhu knew that it must be her uncle who knew that she had shaved her head and came to scold her. She wanted to laugh but her mouth turned into an alluring moan, "Oh... Lord Li, what do you want, no, no pinching..."

"I guess Young Master Lü won't be back today. I want to be with Miss Yunzhu again, again..."

The jade tabletop became a battlefield. The cold jade rubbed against her sensitive nipples, making Yunzhu unable to muster any strength. Her plump buttocks were forced apart. Yunzhu touched the ground with her toes and shyly welcomed the customer who was cleaning again with her flower path...

The fool was so frustrated. Yunzhu was already half naked, wasn't she? Li Chang had already carried her into the room, wasn't he? He was about to succeed! A scolding was bad enough, but he even forced me to go home! That old geezer, I'll get my revenge!

The atmosphere at home was eerie; no one dared look me in the eye, and they were all snickering. What was so funny about a bald guy? Qin Ming came home early, and the family assumed he'd eat at Yun Zhu's, so they hadn't prepared anything for him. The table was cleared, but the idiot was hungry, so Yu Niang quickly made something for him.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Go back to your rooms

and sleep." Being watched was unpleasant, and of course, no one really listened to him. Everyone dispersed, laughing and joking. Wan'er leaped onto the house and disappeared. Xiao Yun was dragged to evening self-study by her aunt, and Sha Qiu didn't run away either. Rou'er became the teacher, and Sha Qiu was forced to receive the nine-year compulsory education of Han Chinese alongside Xiao Yun. They had planned to call the twin sisters to be his companions, but Ma Kun brought back a newborn kitten from the school supervisor today, which captivated Ruo Yao. She grabbed Min Yao, finally leaving one for the master.

"Husband, don't do this, don't do this."

Minyao had grown up; though not yet twenty, her temperament had become increasingly quiet. "What are you afraid of? There's no one else here."

He pulled her into his arms, his desire, pent up from Yunzhu's earlier encounter, naturally leading to restless hands.

Minyao knew his nature and didn't resist, softly calling out twice before letting him do as he pleased. His hand slipped inside her clothes, playing with her tender breasts. Minyao hesitated, looking at him, then blushed and held back. "What's wrong?"

"Wu, it's Brother Wu." "

Qingqi? He harassed you? I'll go beat him up."

"I hate you! What nonsense are you talking about? He sent someone to tell me today that he wants to meet me in three days for a spring outing..."

Her voice trailed off, and her head drooped.

It's almost summer, and he's still calling it a spring outing? More like a spring-picking party! "Why are you telling me this? If you want to go, then go."

"Husband," Minyao said coquettishly, "you already know, and you're still teasing me. I'm a little scared."

The fool's playful expression changed. "Then let me ask you, while I was away for the past few years, did you two... you know... you know..."

"You, you... you don't trust me?"

Minyao's eyes immediately reddened.

What's going on? "Don't cry. Let me finish what I have to say. Qingqi likes you, you know that, right?"

"Yes," Minyao nodded.

"Look at him, as the crown prince, he likes you but doesn't force you, which means he cares about you. When my life was hanging in the balance, he helped me take care of my family, which means he considers me his elder brother. You're nominally his sister-in-law, and for a sister-in-law and uncle to do that, ouch..."

He was all serious at first, but then he went off on a tangent. Minyao pinched him angrily, then surrendered with a soft moan, because the fool was taking off her clothes. "No, husband, not here. Sister Yu Niang will bring you food later, and she'll laugh at you."

"That won't do. I was bullied by your father just now, and I have to get revenge."

When the fool goes crazy, he always hides all his dignity. He stripped Minyao naked in their own living room. "Husband, I really can't do it. I'm so embarrassed. Let me go, or someone will see..."

Her protest was rejected. The fool pulled the naked little Yaoyao inside and sat her on his lap. It's good to be an old married couple. He twisted his penis a few times and then thrust it into a wet and hot hole. "You said you didn't want it, but you're already so wet."

"Who told you to keep touching me? No, don't move! You can't get bigger and bully me!"

The two sat at the table. The fool hadn't even taken off his clothes. Minyao, with her back to him, gently moved up and down a few times, moaning as she was being pushed. Her body gradually heated up. Thinking that at most, Sister Yu Niang would bring her food later, and she would be laughed at by her sister, she relaxed and continued to rub against her husband.

The fool was happy to save his energy. Minyao's wanton behavior was only seen during sex. He would save his strength for when this girl was done for.

With a "creak," the door was pushed open, and Yu Niang revealed her pretty face.

"Sister, it was my husband who bullied me! Oh... Sister, come and save me... Ah, Brother Yang, what are you doing here? No, don't look at me..."

Mianhou followed behind Yu Niang with a soup bowl. This kid saw Yu Niang going to cook, so of course he didn't forget to show his attentiveness. And so, the perk came.

Even when Minyao was still a little girl, her breasts were already quite well-developed; now they were even more elastic, bouncing up and down with her body. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but found them hidden behind her husband's hands, forcing her chest to thrust even higher. "Move quickly, or I'll make you stand up, and then everything will be seen."

The fool smirked, having already heard the footsteps of two people at the door, of course he wouldn't tell her.

The monkey stared blankly at Minyao's breasts, never expecting this quiet Madam Min to be so open and wanton, even in the main hall with the master… those white, tender breasts, those pink nipples, were jumping right before his eyes.

"No, Brother Yang, don't look at me… I can't take it… I can't take it anymore…"

She slumped down heavily and didn't move again. Could it be that she reacted so strongly to being seen? Seeing her sister limp in her husband's arms, Yu Niang finally came to her senses. She hurriedly put down the food, glared at the fool, and pushed the monkey out, not forgetting to close the door behind her.

"Madam, Madam, there's still soup!"

"He can eat my sister, he doesn't need soup."

Yu Niang was somewhat embarrassed, avoiding the monkey's eyes, and hurried towards the kitchen.

The monkey was stimulated; the image of Min Yao's coin-sized areola and the distinctly pink nipple kept flashing before his eyes, and a heat rose in his lower abdomen.

"Aren't you coming?"

Hearing Yu Niang's call, he turned and quickly followed. He loved Yu Niang. If he had only pitied her, a weak woman, on the small boat and didn't want her to lose her life, then Yu Niang's tireless care after his serious injury had completely captured his heart. Mianhou knew he was ugly; no woman had ever given him a kind look in his life. Only after following the master did he discover he could live with dignity. The master, though young, was undeniably capable. While he often beat and scolded him, it was mostly in jest. The ladies in the household never treated him like a servant. Lady Rou, a woman of celestial beauty, had actually allowed a servant like him to have sex with her twice behind the master's back in the Jade Palace. Thinking about that feeling, he felt it was worth dying for, though he felt sorry for the master. More than

three years had passed in a flash. Now the family was happy again, but that feeling… Mianhou was lost in thought and didn't notice Yu Niang standing at the kitchen door. It was too late to hide; he was carrying hot soup. To avoid scalding the lady, he swayed, his foot slipping half a step. Yu Niang was unharmed, but she lost her grip, spilling soup all over herself.

"Ah, are you burned?"

Rou'er may not have much else, but she has a lot of random martial arts manuals. Mianhou has also practiced a few over the past three years, considering himself a second-rate martial arts master. Of course, he can't compare to Dalong or Ma Qian, but he shouldn't be burned by this soup. "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"How can it be nothing? If you're hurt, just say so. You've been here for so long, you're not an outsider."

Yu Niang insisted on checking Mianhou's injury.

Mianhou tried to dodge, but he couldn't resist Yu Niang and was dragged into the kitchen. In the bright room, neither of them spoke. The soup was mainly spilled on his pants, and his crotch was especially wet. However, the high tent he was in gave away his condition. "Madam, I didn't, I didn't mean to offend you, I, I just..."

The glib-tongued Mianhou became tongue-tied. Yu Niang was the person he cared about most. If he let his wife look down on him, he would be anxious and punch his crotch.

"Ah, Brother Yang, what are you doing!"

The blow was quite heavy, and Yu Niang immediately hugged him. "Brother Yang, please don't! I know, I know everything."

Yu Niang blushed. She knew Mianhou's thoughts. Of the three men who gang-raped her when she was captured on the small boat years ago, only Mianhou was the gentlest towards her. In the end, he would rather not ejaculate than let her escape. Later, even when he was seriously injured and unconscious, he would call out her name many times. And her husband's personality was like that. Yu Niang had long accepted him in her heart. If he had come to find her back then, she would never have refused him. But he didn't dare. He would rather take care of her at all times than make any unreasonable demands. In the three years her husband was away, he was even more dutiful. Da Long's mind was sometimes sharp and sometimes not, and the two children were still young. Xiao Hu was gone, and the family was so fortunate to have him. So what if he was ugly? He was a responsible man.

"Brother Yang, are you hurt? I mean, burned, burned. Let me take a look."

Yu Niang squatted down.

The lady's soft body nestled into his arms. Mianhou froze, forgetting the pain in his body, and nodded blankly until Yu Niang untied his belt, jolting him awake. "Madam, no..."

It was too late. His baggy trousers, held only by the belt, slipped down to his feet as soon as it was loosened. Yu Niang was startled; he was naked underneath. That punch had been effective; a limp, lifeless penis dangled in the thick grass, the surrounding skin slightly red, but not burnt. She felt a little relieved. "Brother Yang, why aren't you... aren't you wearing anything underneath..."

"Madam, I'm sorry. These past few years, sometimes I couldn't help myself. I would secretly watch you and use your hands; it's more convenient that way."

"You've been like this for the past three years? You haven't gone out to find someone..."

Mianhou shook his head.

A thorn seemed to have been stuck in her heart, a bittersweet ache. Shyly, Yu Niang suddenly tilted her head back and bravely met Mian Hou's gaze. In the almost frozen air, Yu Niang's small mouth parted slightly, and she took Mian Hou's glans into her mouth. Her red lips slid slowly over his penis until it was completely inside her mouth.

Gently swallowing and licking, her tongue traced over his scrotum and penis without disgust or flinching. Even the little bit of urine secreted from the glans earlier was scooped up by Yu Niang's tongue and swallowed. Throughout the entire process, Yu Niang looked into Mian Hou's eyes, her gaze gentle as water, alluring as a demon.

Never before, never. Back when she was alone in the martial world, even the lowest prostitutes wouldn't touch her genitals because they thought she was ugly. But this lady was…

The penis had finally recovered from its injury and regained its prowess. A man, if he didn't react, would he even be a man? Without a word, Mianhou suddenly picked up Yu Niang and carried her a few steps to a pile of dry grass in the corner of the room. He almost violently tore at Yu Niang's clothes, saying, "I want you, I want you..."

Yu Niang gently cooperated with his actions until her legs were spread apart, at which point she opened her mouth and said, "Brother Yang, wait a moment."

"Madam, don't you want to?"

The head of his penis was already pressed against her bare vulva, and Mianhou refrained from moving.

“Brother Yang, I have my husband in my heart, but I also have you. I don’t want you to look down on me. My body has been with many men, and I can’t say why. I’m just afraid that even more men will benefit from it in the future…”

“Did someone force you?”

“No, with my husband here, no one can force me. It’s all my own choice. If you think that I’m lowly and that you’ll despise me, then… Ah…”

With a moan, the man with the masked face thrust straight in. “I don’t despise you. As long as my wife can keep me by her side, I’m already very satisfied. No matter how many men my wife has in the future, my heart will only have my wife, only my wife!”

The glans cut through the tender honey hole, touching the flower core and then moving away. The man with the masked face thrust quickly, using all his strength from the very beginning. “My wife, I’m so happy. I’ve finally fucked your flesh hole again.”

“Brother Yang, don’t go so fast… Oh… I can’t take it… You’re going to shatter my heart!” Her long legs unconsciously wrapped around Mianhou’s waist. “Oh… Brother Yang, your cock is so powerful… It’s filling my cunt… Are you trying to fuck me to death… Brother Yang… Oh… Stop, stop for a moment, this will really ruin you…”

Mianhou really stopped, even Yu Niang didn’t expect it, and then a surge of heat rushed into her body. “Brother Yang, you, you…”

“Madam, it’s been too long, I couldn’t help it.”

Mianhou was a little embarrassed.

"It's alright, it's so warm and comfortable, oh...you're so annoying, you've burned my clitoris, oh, how come there's still..."

Her vaginal opening was soaked in the man's semen. Yu Niang didn't climax, but lovingly embraced the man clinging to her, letting him suckle her nipple. "No need to rush, if Brother Yang likes it, ah, don't bite, there's plenty of time ahead."

"Madam, do you mean I'm still okay?"

"Just call me Yu Niang when no one's around, hmm, as long as Brother Yang likes it, I can give it to you anytime, oh...why are you moving again...why isn't it soft...oh, so comfortable..." "What did Yu Niang say she was going to give me?"

“You men are all so bad… I’ll let you fuck me… Brother Yang can fuck my pussy however you want… Oh… Faster, my pussy is so itchy… Oh, yes, go deeper…”

The slow thrusting made Yu Niang’s heart melt. Mian Hou’s pent-up desires of several years could not be easily released. He was pulled up and Yu Niang straddled Mian Hou. She supported herself on the man’s chest with her hands. Knowing his thoughts, Yu Niang squatted on either side of the man’s body, slowly raising her plump buttocks. When only the glans was inside her vagina, she suddenly sat down. Thud! "Ah..."

A strong wave of pleasure surged through her head. Her sensitive labia were being rubbed by the man's pubic hair. Yu Niang gritted her teeth and sat up repeatedly with a series of slapping motions. "It's so deep... It's going to open my flower core... Brother Yang, are you comfortable... I'm going to fly... I'm going to be blown away by your cock... Oh oh..."

Yu Niang's body was weak, and she couldn't last long in this position. Mianhou couldn't bear to let her suffer, so he sat up after enjoying himself for a while. The two embraced each other, their lips and teeth intertwined, inseparable.

Yu Niang fully experienced Mianhou's madness, forced into all sorts of lewd positions. Compared to her first premature ejaculation, Yu Niang could only beg him to ejaculate quickly now. After two consecutive orgasms without a chance to catch her breath, Yu Niang knelt weakly on the dry grass, her plump buttocks still being pulled high by the man behind her. Mianhou slapped her buttocks after each thrust. "Tell me, were you unhappy that I ejaculated too quickly? Are you satisfied now?"

It seemed that the man did not care about her premature ejaculation.

“You’re wronged… When did I… Oh… I give up… I’m subdued by Brother Yang’s cock… Oh… Brother Yang, please cum… I can’t take it anymore… I’m about to cum again…”

“Cum? Easy, Yu Niang, will you call me husband?”

“No, no… Oh… Brother Yang, you…”

“Won’t call me? Call me or not, call me or not…”

Suddenly, the monkey went crazy and started thrusting wildly, the slapping sounds becoming a continuous series, his hands gripping Yu Niang’s slender waist, preventing her from escaping.

"Ah...too fast...my cunt is going to break...ah, I can't take it...any more and I'll...my, my, my husband...I'm screaming, I'm screaming...please, my husband, ejaculate inside my cunt...my flesh hole...is for my husband to ejaculate in...ah..."

The two collapsed onto the meadow, the monkey still pressing tightly against Yu Niang's fleshy buttocks. As his scrotum began to contract, Yu Niang's neck arched back. "It's hot...it's burning me...so much semen...my husband, ejaculate more...I want a child...fill my cunt with your semen...I will definitely...ah...ah..."

The red candle had burned out at some point. In the darkness, the two embraced, and soft sobs could be heard. "Yu Niang, are you crying? It was my fault just now. I shouldn't have forced you. I was about to ejaculate, I couldn't help it..."

"I know, I don't blame you. I just felt too good and couldn't help it. Brother Yang, do you think I'm very lewd?"

"How could that be? Do you know how excited I was just now? No wonder you said so many men have been with you. Yu Niang, your moans are so beautiful."

"Ugh, you're still bullying me. You men have your fun, but you don't know how hard women work. No, don't pull it out yet." "What? I'm afraid you'll..."

"I want a child, I really want a child. I'm almost thirty. I don't want to take the medicine Rou-mei gave me anymore. You don't know how much I like Xiao Yun, but I still want my own child."

Mianhou was overjoyed. Yu Niang wanted a child, so he had a chance too? The penis inserted in the warm vagina began to stir again.

"Brother Yang, you, you again..."

"Yu Niang, it's always better for men to sow the seeds more often. Let's..."

In the darkness, the woman's moans rang out again.

On the other side, Ruoyao was playing with the chubby kitten, completely enamored with it. The Ma brothers were attentively surrounding her. Suddenly, the girl blushed. It must be that her sister had been violated by her husband. Shameless, so early…

The sensations in her body grew stronger, and beads of sweat appeared on Ruoyao's nose. “Master’s wife, are you hot? Why are you sweating?”

“No, I’m fine.”

The little guy from back then had grown into a handsome young man. Ma Qian was imposing, and Ma Kun was dashing. Ruoyao was only a year older than Ma Qian, so they were peers. And what foolish things had she done back then? Would they…

“It’s getting late, you should go back. This cat is mine.”

Ruoyao mustered her maternal instincts, adopting the airs of a master’s wife, trying to shoo them away.

“Master’s wife, you’re taking my things again.”

Ma Kun protested.

"Then what do you want?"

Ruoyao really liked this little cat, but it was a generation older than them. "Make a condition, as long as I can do it."

"Really? Master's wife can definitely do it."

"Speak."

"We want to be like before, with Master's wife..."

Ma Kun was still a little uneasy, wondering if Ruoyao would get angry after hearing this.

"You guys are going to die, didn't you say that if my husband didn't come back, we wouldn't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ruoyao realized the problem herself; her husband had already returned. Looking at the two approaching, her body grew hotter and hotter. "Then you, then you..."

Ruoyao hesitated and stepped back. There was no way back; behind her was the bed...

The fool didn't make things difficult for Minyao. In his own room, after Minyao begged for mercy for the second time, she ejaculated profusely. But even after they were finished, why was this girl still twisting and turning? Holding the girl's still burning body, the fool suddenly wanted to hear what everyone was doing. He concentrated and calmed his mind, slowly dispersing his inner energy. Thus, another bald man tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

A few rooster crows awakened the morning in Luoyang. Yu Niang, as always, was the first to rise, busily preparing breakfast for everyone like a loving mother. Ma Kun, reading absentmindedly in the corridor, and Ma Qian, still diligently practicing his morning exercises with dark circles under his eyes, were kicked back into their rooms by the simpletons. "Go back to sleep! Don't come out until breakfast is ready!"

Mianhou waited on the side, ready to obey his master's orders, but he wasn't in good spirits either. "You too, go back to your room and rest. Within three days, anyone who comes within ten meters of Yu Niang will have their third leg crippled."

The master's temper flared and subsided quickly. Regardless of the three men's anxieties, upon seeing Yu Niang, he immediately put on a lewd grin. "Wife, what's for breakfast?"

Yu Niang exuded an alluring fragrance, showing no signs of fatigue, her figure plump and radiant. "Damn, you look so radiant..."

"Husband, what did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing. Don't eat these unhealthy things lately, you need to nourish yourself."

"Nourish? How?"

"Just like a postpartum confinement regimen."...

In the court, there were probably seventy or eighty officials, though that might be an exaggeration. The Qilin brothers stood on either side, followed by Liu Qingfang (Left Prime Minister), Chen Qi (Right Prime Minister), and Zuo Liangxiao, who had just recovered from a serious illness, standing not far behind Liu Qingfang. In

the twenty-ninth year of the reign of Emperor Renwu, the current emperor finally showed his age, appointing the Crown Prince to oversee the country and no longer interfering in many matters. However, he also intentionally or unintentionally supported the power of the Prince of Jin, subtly creating a division. The old hands were still unsure of the old emperor's intentions, but not everyone was in a hurry to take sides.

"Your Majesty, the Tibetan delegation has arrived in Xiaoye and will soon be heading to the capital. The war between the two countries has just ended, and the other side is very sincere. Not only is Prince Yundan personally leading the delegation, but even the Sangzhu Lama, known as the Living Buddha, is in the delegation. Your son specially requests that General Lu Hu of the Southwest personally escort the delegation to the capital to ensure everything goes smoothly."

Wu Qinglin, dressed in a python robe, bowed and reported.

"Your Majesty, this is inappropriate

. General Hu is in charge of the Southwest Route Army. Our two countries have just fought a major battle and are currently on guard against each other. If he leaves, and there is further unrest on the border, who will lead the army? I urge Your Majesty to reconsider," Prime Minister Liu immediately objected.

Court affairs are nothing more than bargaining. Chen Qi stepped forward, "Prime Minister Liu is overthinking it. The prince and the Living Buddha are both within our territory; they surely wouldn't dare to easily start a war. Moreover, General Hu has rendered great service on the border since taking office. Although recommended by His Highness the Crown Prince, no one in the court recognizes him. If he can come to the capital together, it will firstly demonstrate our great nation's grandeur and show that we do not wish to easily start a war; secondly, it will allow us to witness General Hu's prowess."

Wu Qinglin's lips curled slightly, while Wu Qingqi remained expressionless. Prime Minister Liu was about to speak when the Emperor on the dragon throne waved his hand slightly, "That's settled then. I also want to see this little fellow nicknamed Scarface Tiger. Qingqi, you arrange for the Ministry of Rites..." "Get ready."

Once the Emperor speaks, there's no room for negotiation. Prime Minister Liu frowned and stepped aside; it seemed the Emperor's mind was still undecided.

The high-ranking officials calmly probed the situation, followed by the Ministry of Works' proposal for this year's river management plan, which was essentially about allocating the necessary funds. The Minister of Revenue immediately jumped out to plead poverty, and the Ministry of Rites reported that the Japanese envoy was preparing to return home to report... Just when everything seemed calm, an official from the back row stepped forward: "I have a report: Lu Guan, an assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, has shaved his head without permission, showing no respect for his ancestors. Yesterday, he also disturbed the main street, assaulting merchants and extorting money. I personally witnessed him extorting money from the gold shop. I request Your Majesty to send someone to investigate." "...

The fool was throwing a tantrum, and Wan'er was pushing him to go to the Ministry of Justice for his duty. Two imperial guards escorted a young eunuch into the house...

Half an hour later, a bald man stood blankly in the middle of the courtyard. Rou'er was still trying to persuade him, 'Husband, don't think about it. Although you were fined two years' salary, you didn't lose your official position, and your uncles did their best...'

The fool didn't care about that little bit of money. The gold shop belonged to the Liu family, the restaurant was given to Min Yao by Qing Qi, and the pharmacy was his own. It turned out that the three places he had caused trouble for were all his own businesses. Thinking back to their strange smiles yesterday, they were only laughing at the master, weren't they? The key point was that the fool not only didn't want to go to court, he wanted the court to dismiss him and send him home. Judging from what the young eunuch said, he had been protected by a few old guys. 'Ah, I'm so angry! No laughing allowed! I'm turning against you!'" "

The fool, in a fit of pique, locked himself in his room, wrote two illegible symbols, 'sb,' on a large piece of paper, and stuck them on his door before refusing to come out. What was going on? Rou'er felt the atmosphere at home was strange today. Sister Yu Niang had been hiding in her room after cooking, and Mianhou seemed distracted. She gently pushed open the door, and her husband was lying on the bed. 'What's wrong? Are you really angry?'

'Of course not,' the fool pulled Rou'er to sit beside him. 'Girl, did I do something wrong…'

No one knew what they said. The fool resumed his cheerful demeanor. Three days later, when Wan'er dragged the fool to work by the ear, an inconspicuous carriage was parked on a scenic hillside in the suburbs.

Minyao, having just recovered from her climax, nestled naked in Wu Qingqi's arms. 'Bad brother, are you satisfied now? You bullied me like that earlier.'

'Not only am I satisfied, but if Big Brother knew, I guarantee he would be satisfied too. '"

“You two are wicked people, no wonder you hit it off. One of you only wants my body, and the other only wants other men to touch me. I hate you so much.” “

Silly girl, do you really think I only want your body? I…”

Minyao reached out and covered his mouth. “Don’t say it, I know everything. Brother Wu, you’re good to me, and my husband is good to me too. I like you, but I’m so scared. I’m a woman, I shouldn’t like two men at the same time. I’m afraid you two will…”

Wu Qingqi hugged the person in his arms tighter. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t compete with my brother for anything. In public, you’ll always be my sister-in-law. In private, I’m satisfied as long as you call me Brother Wu. Speaking of which, you have seven sisters in your family. I can see that my brother truly loves each and every one of them, but I can’t. My heart can only hold one.”

Minyao listened quietly to him, her pretty face gently rubbing against the man's chest. "Actually, I don't deserve your kindness. My body has been touched by other men, I..." "

I knew it all along. You can't escape my brother's nature. I've just always been curious about what it feels like for the woman I love to be played with by other men in front of me. How about I try it someday?"

"You're so annoying, don't you dare try anything with me."

Minyao pretended to hit him, but Wu Qingqi grabbed her wrist. Seeing his eyes getting closer and closer, Minyao, though shy, still offered her red lips. She was only released when she was almost suffocating.

"Sister, give me a son."

"Ah!" Minyao was startled. "No, no, my husband won't agree." She tried to escape but was held tightly by the waist.

"But you just said..."

"That was because you made me unable to resist, I couldn't say it. It doesn't count."

Looking at his bright eyes, "You, you're serious, you, you've already told my husband?"

"No, it's just that my older brother asked me if I had any children that day, and I said I didn't want any. I think he's already sensed something. I'll talk to him myself. What if he agrees? " "

That, that won't do either..."

Minyao's voice trailed off, the leaves rustling in the breeze, even the carriage swaying in the wind...

Chapter 23

Time flew by and it was already May. For the past ten days, Yu Niang had been preoccupied, and Mianhou was rarely home. The master's sudden words that day had left him feeling uncertain. He himself was fine, but if he implicated the madam, he would be willing to die a thousand deaths.

The shops in various places needed to be managed. A couple of days ago, Mianhou told the idiot that he was going out to inspect various places. The idiot didn't say anything, only that he should be careful on the road, that money was a small matter, and that he should return safely.

Today was the day of departure. The carriages were all ready, and everyone at home came to see him off. Only Yu Niang and Dalong had disappeared early in the morning. Mianhou looked ashamed, silently got into the carriage, and was about to leave when he suddenly jumped down, kowtowed three times to the idiot, and then left without a word.

With a sigh, the idiot led the way back without saying a word. "What, you can't bear to part with me?" "

Rou'er quietly caught up from behind.

"Yes, Master is unhappy, so I'm taking it out on you."

Pretending to grab her, Rou'er quickly giggled and pulled Sha Qiu in front of her as a shield.

"Sha Qiu, you're helping her, right? Then come along and let Master comfort... no, soothe you."

"I, I didn't, ah, don't grab me..."

The fool hoisted Sha Qiu onto his shoulder, and the girl struggled to hold down her skirt so it wouldn't flutter. "Put me down, put me down, I'll be seen naked..."

Ten miles outside the city, at the post station, Yu Niang stood uneasily by the roadside. "Brother Da Long, why did you bring me here so early?"

"Waiting, waiting for someone, want some sesame cake?"

Da Long handed her a sesame cake.

Yu Niang had no interest in that, vaguely sensing that something was about to happen, until she saw a carriage slowly approaching in the distance.

"Look, Brother Yang is here."

"No, I won't see him, I can't see him."

Yu Niang's tears flowed instantly. She wanted to escape but couldn't take a step, only able to crouch down and cry helplessly, "Husband, do you not want me anymore? Do you not want me anymore...?" He

really did know everything.

Mianhou also noticed the two by the roadside, jumped off the carriage, still unable to understand what had happened—how could Yu Niang be here? Da Long had already handed her a letter. "Here, your brother-in-law gave this to you. Have the two of you read it together. I'm going back now."

With that, he strode away and disappeared in a moment.

Mianhou gently helped Yu Niang into the carriage. After a long while, he stopped crying and handed her the letter. Yu Niang grabbed it as if she had seen a lifeline, opened it but dared not look at it. "Husband, no, no..."

she trembled as she held the letter to her eyes. The silly man's crooked calligraphy came into view.

There were only three sentences. The first was, "Don't cry. Who said I don't want you anymore? I'm just afraid that Mianhou will embezzle our money. You keep an eye on him for me, and I'll feel more at ease."

The second was, "You little rascal, if Yu Niang comes back missing even a hair, I'll skin you alive."

The third was, "And you can't be missing any hair down there either. Oh right, Yu Niang doesn't have any." There was a big ink drop in between, and the last half sentence was, "I'm not writing anymore, Rou'er keeps pinching me."

Yu Niang's face turned red immediately, and she covered the letter to her chest. "Don't look, you can't look."

Mianhou had already seen it all and was chuckling foolishly...

He didn't lose his official position and was even fined two years' salary. Fortunately, no one mentioned going to court anymore, so it wasn't too bad. The fool dumped all the work on his wife and slacked off. Wan'er let him do whatever he wanted, and Wan'er handled most of the secret reports from An Jun.

"Smile, wife, don't always look so serious." "What are you smiling about? You're not helping."

"Don't be so serious. It's just work, you can get by. You're not relying on this for food. Come on, let me help you."

Her hand naturally reached towards her ample breasts.

She slapped away that groping hand. "Let me show you, Uncle Xiaohu and the others have arrived in Chang'an. They should be in Luoyang in three days. Are the sisters at home ready?"

She got angry just thinking about that idiot. Rou'er had been infatuated with Xiaohu since she heard he was going to the capital with the delegation a few days ago. These days, she'd been ordering the idiot around, sometimes saying Xiaohu should stay at home and the idiot should make room for him, sometimes saying Xiaohu was already a general and it wasn't appropriate for him to stay at home. She said he should have his own residence and the idiot should find him a mansion. It couldn't be too small; it had to be worthy of her brother's status.

"Don't even mention it! The house is in complete chaos! That brat of your sister wants me to buy another big courtyard house. That's money! Money that's more precious than my own parents' money! I'm so miserable, so miserable, I'm dying of misery, I can't breathe..."

Looking at her husband burying his face in her chest as if trying to suffocate, Wan'er was both amused and exasperated. He wasn't worried about the money at all; he was just looking for an excuse to take advantage. "Stop it, stop it, someone will see us, ah, no..."

"Why not? It's not like we haven't done it here before."

As he spoke, the fool's hand had already untied the silk sash around Wan'er's waist.

"Don't do that yet, let me finish what I'm saying. The court is taking this delegation very seriously and has ordered the Ministry of Justice to send people to protect them secretly. Father's intention is to protect them, but also to monitor them, since the relationship between the two countries is still unclear. So I need to go home these next two days to discuss the arrangements with Father. Father said you should come too... Alright, alright, you don't need to. I'll discuss it with Father myself. You can just be my henchman, you lazybones."

After saying this, her two heavy breasts were already in the fool's hands. Wan'er couldn't fight back, couldn't escape as fast as him, and wasn't thick-skinned enough. She had no choice but to obediently be stripped bare like a lamb.

Three days later, the gates of Luoyang opened wide, and Wu Qinglin led officials from the Ministry of Rites to personally welcome them. Two thousand imperial guards took over the border troops' defenses. At noon, the delegation entered the city.

On this day, the people of Luoyang erupted with an incomprehensible enthusiasm. The streets were packed with people. The simpleton, dressed in plain clothes, stood vigilantly in the crowd, constantly watching out for the beautiful young women and alluring ladies who might attack the delegation at any moment and cause a diplomatic incident. His eyes couldn't take it all in.

"Ah, General Tiger is here!"

someone screamed, causing a stir in the crowd. Even the self-proclaimed expert, the simpleton, felt unsteady and was pushed forward by the crowd, only to be stopped by the imperial guards on the roadside.

"Look, that's General Tiger! He looks quite young."

"Yes, that mask is really imposing."

"I wonder if he's married yet. I really want to see what he looks like under that mask."

The simpleton was speechless. It turned out no one was there to see the delegation. He had clearly underestimated Tiger's popularity. For the people of the Wu Dynasty, the soldiers who defended their homeland were their heroes. As for those Tibetans, their faces were flushed from the high altitude, like monkey bottoms.

The simpleton had come on a mission; his superiors ordered him to see his younger brother, preferably bring him home today. But judging from the situation, he couldn't say a word. Some bold women had already thrown handkerchiefs at Xiao Hu. Just as the simpleton was wondering where to find a brick, someone tugged at his sleeve from behind.

"Rou'er, what brings you here?"

He immediately recognized Da Long and Qin Ming behind him, their faces conveying aloofness. "This kid's so popular! Look at all these girls swooning over him, I'm jealous!"

She rolled her eyes at the simpleton. "My brother, needless to say, you, as his brother-in-law, have to keep a close eye on him. You need to find Xiao Hu a suitable match."

"I have no problem with that, the key is whether you're willing to give him up?"

"Ah, you're going to kill me!"

Rou'er lightly punched the simpleton, then nestled beside him, standing quietly in the crowd watching her brother, tears blurring her vision.

The simple-minded boy he'd unintentionally rescued in the valley years ago is now a powerful general in his early twenties. Little Tiger, standing tall and straight on a black horse, clad in silver armor and helmet, exudes an imposing aura. Once inside the city, the Ministry of Rites took over, and the Imperial Guards took charge. His escort mission was complete, and Little Tiger was searching, but the throngs of people and the fluttering handkerchiefs obscured his vision until a round, hidden weapon came hurtling towards his face.

*Thump!* He caught it…

"Ah, he caught it so well!"

"Who threw that? To catch General Tiger's eye is so lucky!"

"Exactly! Look at him, he's stunned. What he's holding… it's a sesame seed cake!"

Da Long was very unhappy; his brother-in-law had stolen his treasured possession again. Luckily, his younger brother caught it; he could eat it when it came back.

Brother is here, Qin Ming is here, brother-in-law, sister… No one can see the expression behind the mask. Xiao Hu reined in his horse, about to dismount, when he saw the fool shake his head at him. A soft voice sounded in his ear, “Go straight, go home tonight.”

He couldn’t let him dismount and come over. If that kid came over, he would definitely kneel down. What difference would there be between him and Wu Dalang? It would be so embarrassing.

This little incident by the roadside only attracted the attention of a few people. Wu Qinglin followed Xiao Hu's gaze and saw Rou'er, as well as the crazy man with a gloomy look in his eyes. On the palanquin carried by eight Tibetan serfs, a corner of the curtain was lifted, and a gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Rou'er. The usually calm eyes finally revealed a look of uncontrollable joy...

Rou'er saw her younger brother and, satisfied, went home accompanied by two burly men, thinking about how to have a good time that night. The simpleton slowly followed the group from the outside of the crowd. It was his duty, even if it was just for show. Although he wasn't getting paid anymore, he had to give face to his father-in-law. As for if they really encountered assassins, as long as they didn't hurt Xiao Hu, he didn't care if they died!

The sun was about to set, and the crowd had already dispersed. The envoys had all entered the post station to prepare for their audience with the emperor the next day. The simpleton planned to wait for Xiao Hu to come out so they could go home together. A young merchant walked up to him without making a sound.

The distinctive hand gesture identified him as a member of Dark Falcon. The young man said anxiously, "Sir, hurry south! Commander Fei only told me to tell you that Sister Yunzhu is missing. It must have been the Japanese."

"When did this happen? Where is Commander Fei?"

The young man was surprised by his superior's composure. He had completely lost his composure when the deputy commander gave him the order. He had never seen the deputy commander so flustered. "It's been three hours. The deputy commander has already gone after them. Someone saw the Japanese delegation leave through the south gate."

Just then, a man strode closer. "Haha, Lord Lü, you've kept this from me for so long! Your foolish act is the talk of the town now. They say the Assistant Minister of Justice is a bald man surnamed Lü, and I guessed it was you. Come on, let's finally deal with those barbarians. Let's go to Qianjin Restaurant today, I'll treat you."

Li Chang, the Vice Minister of Rites, was of a higher rank than the fool. He wasn't one to put on airs. He still felt bad about having enjoyed Yunzhu alone that day, but Lü's current demeanor... "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"You've come at the right time. Did the Japanese delegation leave today?

" "Yes, I signed their travel permits."

"Which route did they take?

" "Well... it's not exactly a secret, but if you ask me like this, I'll need a document from the Ministry of Justice..."

"Yunzhu was captured by them!"

"South, through Yichuan, Ruyang, and then through Xiangyang to board the ship. You must intercept them before they board."

It seemed the rules of the Ministry of Rites weren't worth much money in this gentleman's eyes. "Brother Lü, should I..."

"No, I'll handle it myself. I'll personally take my woman back. Lord Li, killing a few bastards isn't illegal, is it?"

"Murder? Lord Lü is an official of the court, how could he kill anyone? Besides, we were clearly drinking in my mansion today, both of us are hungover, how could we have time to kill anyone?"

"Thanks." The fool clasped his hands in thanks, and in the next instant, he had become a black dot in the distance.

Li Chang was startled. He was a scholar, he had never seen anything like this before. It turned out that Lord Lü was a man of both literary and martial talents. But why did he just say that Yunzhu was his woman?

Three hours earlier.

While the entire city went to see General Tiger, there were also those who were indifferent. Yamada Ryusuke was leaving. After five years on a diplomatic mission, he had become accustomed to the prosperity of Luoyang. Returning to that remote island nation filled him with immense reluctance.

With the help of a benefactor, he had hoped to acquire a substantial business before leaving and, incidentally, obtain the woman named Yunzhu. However, a strange man ruined his plans. He had to leave the city before noon. Remembering Yunzhu's voice and smile, his heart surged. He recalled the clerk's last words that night: "She's a prostitute, no matter how noble, she's still just a prostitute. I must have her, I must."

The Thousand Gold Pavilion usually only opened in the afternoon, but Lord Yamada had formally sent an invitation to bid farewell to Yunzhu; it would be impolite not to see her.

Yunzhu had a habit of bathing early in the morning. When she appeared before Yamada, her hair was still damp, fresh as a lotus emerging from water, charming as a peony after the rain. She wore a pale yellow floral dress with a delicate openwork design at the chest. According to the fool, one should not wear anything underneath this dress, but Yunzhu refused to listen. Yamada, seeing the faintly visible pink undergarment, swallowed hard in disbelief.

Yunzhu was already used to men's lecherous behavior and didn't care. Although she disliked this always lecherous old man, she still had to maintain appearances. Laifu brought over a pot of hot tea and retreated to the doorway. He didn't dare go far; after years of tea-serving experience, he couldn't hide the lust in the man's eyes.

This was the third floor, and faint conversations could be heard from the private room. Laifu, with his high level of professionalism, quietly stepped back, just enough to ensure the young lady could hear him.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yunzhu picked up her teacup—this was the custom among Han Chinese. Yamada knew it was time to leave. "Ms. Yunzhu," he said, "this old man is returning to his country, and I fear we may never meet again. May I ask for something as a memento?"

Yunzhu blushed slightly. She knew the custom here; patrons usually asked for a piece of clothing from a lady they admired before a long journey, and the ladies generally wouldn't refuse. Did he want one too? Yunzhu hardened her heart. She could just give him away; she just needed to get rid of him quickly. Uncle Xiaohu was back, and her little sister Rou'er was waiting for her to come back and help. "Lord Yamada, please speak. Yunzhu will give you away."

"You..."

"Huh?"

Yunzhu didn't understand. "What do you want?"

"I want you."

The old man no longer concealed the desire in his eyes. While Yunzhu was still stunned, he grabbed the woman's wrist and, with a gentle pull, pulled her into his arms.

"You, what are you doing? Let me go! I'm going to call for help!"

Yunzhu was naturally bad at speaking, and even when she was bullied, her voice was weak and feeble.

He grabbed Yunzhu's ample bosom without hesitation. "Go ahead and call. Let's see if anyone comes to save you today, little beauty. I've missed you so much."

Just as he was about to take another step, the door was kicked open. "Let go of my young lady!"

Laifu heard something amiss in the voice inside and thought that the Japanese man was indeed unreliable. When he rushed in, the young lady was already pulled into his arms.

"Laifu, save me!"

"Save you? With him?"

Yunzhu felt a sudden lightness in her body. Yamada was already standing behind Laifu, striking her on the neck with a palm strike. Before she could even utter a sound, she collapsed to the ground. "You, you killed him?"

"You want me to kill him? That's easy."

He raised his hand again.

"No, no!"

Yunzhu rushed over and shielded Laifu behind her. Because of his disability, Laifu had been sold into the Nie family to serve Yunzhu since childhood. They had been through thick and thin together for over twenty years, and Yunzhu no longer considered him a servant. She glared at Yamada with resentment. "What do you want?"

"Is that even a question?"

He grinned maliciously and stretched out his hand towards Yunzhu. "Or you can call someone else, but I'll kill him first."

She hadn't expected a large teapot to be so important to her; it would be perfect for blackmail. Her hand pressed against her soft breasts, and Yunzhu, humiliated, didn't flinch. "With such a beautiful body, why do you always have to cover it up?"

Her hand slipped through the gap in her skirt, lifting her bodice, and grabbed her high, firm breasts, suddenly squeezing them hard.

Yunzhu let out a muffled groan. Her husband doted on her greatly; although sometimes he might be a little rough, she would stop as soon as she frowned slightly, feigning an apology. When had he ever been so rough? "It hurts, it hurts..." "Such plump breasts. Want to be gentler? Easy, let me have some fun first."

He pulled out his crude member from between his legs.

A limp old gun hung before Yunzhu's eyes. Yunzhu wasn't an inexperienced girl; she knew what men wanted. All she could do now was stall for time, hoping Zhang Mama would notice the anomaly and inform her husband.

Although she didn't understand, Yunzhu could tell that Yamada was skilled in martial arts. However, her unconditional trust in the simpleton made her believe her husband would have a solution. Men, after all, were all the same. With a bitter smile, Yunzhu gently extended her tongue, cradling Yamada's glans. Her lips parted slightly, and she buried her face in his crotch, gently moving her hips a few times. The man's pubic hair brushed against her cheek, making her feel a little itchy. The taste of his penis in her mouth was strong; the foreskin still partially covered the glans. Yunzhu used her tongue to push aside the foreskin and gently

sucked on his penis. His penis swelled in her mouth. Yunzhu discovered that Yamada really enjoyed her licking his glans. Each time she gently licked it, he would breathe heavily, his tongue constantly swirling around the glans, teasing the two slits at the tip. Before long, his penis began to throb violently.

"So fast?"

Yunzhu had barely formed a thought when a thick, fishy-smelling fluid began to secrete from the tip of his glans. Unlike her husband's intense ejaculation, the semen only flowed into his mouth.

Instinctively, Yunzhu punched Yamada's thigh twice with her hand. She realized this was like playfully teasing a man. She stopped, but didn't move, until nothing more flowed out. Since that was the case, Yunzhu breathed a sigh of relief. He had ejaculated; he should be able to let her go now. She gently licked the remaining semen from his glans, then turned and spat out her mouthful. Her face flushed even more. She bravely raised her head. "Is this alright? You can go now."

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect you to be so good at serving men. Once you're in my household, I won't mistreat you."

"What did you say?..."

Outside the city, the fool followed the marks left by Wan'er. Three hours, six hours... the fool calculated the time in his mind. Ahead, there was an abandoned carriage by the roadside. Wan'er's marks pointed to the woods by the roadside. He had caught up with her. Slightly relieved, he disappeared into the vast forest.

Darkness had fallen, and in the silent forest, the simpleton found a familiar rhythm. Night vision was no longer a problem; signs of fighting were visible everywhere. A soft clang—the sound of weapons clashing—was heard. Not far away, the simpleton crept forward. Yunzhu didn't know martial arts; if he could rescue her discreetly, the rest of the game would be much more interesting.

Six men surrounded Wan'er. The girl was bloodthirsty, but her moves were somewhat scattered, and she couldn't gain any advantage. Yunzhu wasn't there, and the old Japanese man from that day was also gone. The numbers didn't match; it seemed Wan'er was being held captive here.

The sudden intrusion of the man turned the tide of battle instantly. The simpleton's figure flashed into the fray like a ghost; even Wan'er only saw a blur before all six men surrounding him fell to the ground. Instinctively, she thrust her sword at him, but he nimbly dodged. "Damn it, trying to murder her husband!"

"Husband? You're finally here! Quick, Sister Yunzhu has been captured, and Laifu has been injured too!"

The girl was on the verge of tears. The simpleton hugged the agitated Wan'er. "What's wrong? You can't handle these six? Are you injured?"

"No, I'm just scared. I know that feeling. I'm afraid Sister Yunzhu will..."

"It's alright, it's alright. We're chasing them so fast they won't have a chance. These bastards kidnapped someone and dared to travel such a long official road, they obviously think Yunzhu is just an ordinary woman. Believe me, they can't get away. You go home first and tell them not to rush, especially Xiaohu. Have Rou'er hold him down. Under no circumstances can they mobilize the accompanying border troops. You also have an official position, you know what a crime it is to privately mobilize troops on the outskirts of the capital. Go, trust me."

Wan'er went home to report the news. There were still six men groaning on the ground. The idiot squatted down and asked them one by one, "Are you Japanese?"

"Baka!"

That's it, he severed their tendons.

The second one, "Are you Japanese?"

Five in a row, the last one finally gave in, "Hero, great hero, I am Han Chinese, Han Chinese."

"Then you're a traitor." The idiot chopped off his penis as well, but didn't kill him, and shouted, "Dinner's ready."

He followed the trail again.

The stench of blood had long attracted countless wild beasts hunting for food at night, but the man in the scene instilled in them an instinctive fear. As soon as he left, they eagerly swarmed around him; it must have been a very enjoyable night.

Ten miles to the southeast, a bonfire burned, the ashes still warm. About twenty people had lingered there. The fool picked up a glittering earring that had fallen to the ground; it was a trophy he had looted from his own jewelry store that day, which he had personally placed on Yunzhu's head.

Ten miles to the south, a Japanese man's foot was entangled in a tree by vines, his weapon lying beneath, his throat slashed. Another man lay slumped beneath the tree, a bloody hole in his forehead, already dead for some time. What was going on? Had someone helped?

Eight miles to the east, three mangled corpses lay scattered on the ground, their throats a bloody mess, clearly wounds inflicted by wild beasts. The fool finally felt fear. If it was human help, that would be fine, but if it was wild beasts, they wouldn't show any mercy. And Yunzhu… she… her speed increased by another three points.

Six miles west, the fool breathed a sigh of relief. A man's corpse lay atop a simple spike commonly used by hunters, and four more were nailed to a nearby tree. This time, things had been much more rushed; the helpers hadn't had time to retract their weapons, and all four had been killed with a single arrow to the throat—excellent archery!

Seven miles south, the fool's anxiety returned. Several more corpses, killed by wild animals, lay there, one not quite dead yet. Good. The fool lifted his head. "Hello? Moshi moshi?"

Damn it, he was dead. But what he was clutching tightly in his hand was a mane of tiger fur.

The more he chased, the more frustrated he became. The ups and downs of his emotions were truly torturous. Was it a human or a wild animal? He finally understood what it felt like for wives to be raped by men—this up-and-down sensation, it was fucking exhilarating! The

final location was a dilapidated temple in the mountains. By then, clearly few people remained. Outside the temple was only a man's corpse. Inside, the old Japanese man lay naked on the ground, a feathered arrow embedded in his forehead. The person who shot him was clearly also seriously injured, with bloodstains scattered along the way.

The fool picked up a pink undergarment lying beside the old man's body; it belonged to Yunzhu. But the man was nowhere to be found; all traces vanished…
Chapter 24, January 27th:

Yunzhu was somewhat anxious, but not afraid. She knew that if she went missing, her husband would definitely come looking for her, even if it meant searching to the ends of the earth—that was the trust between husband and wife. Before they had gone far from Luoyang, Wan'er caught up first. Yunzhu was no longer worried; her husband couldn't be too far away.

Women always have a blind trust in their husbands. Yunzhu thought the fool's cynicism was carefree; he didn't want to be an official, she thought it was because he didn't care about fame and fortune; he was protective of his family, even if it meant siding with them; she thought he loved his sisters and other men… Yunzhu cursed, "He's a bad guy!"

Yunzhu appeared very compliant; at least in Yamada's eyes, this woman had resigned herself to her fate. But what was with that big-breasted girl? She attacked without a word, and her skills were so formidable that it took six people to hold her off. Having come from a small country, Yamada knew the power of the Wu Dynasty well, even though its luxurious lifestyle had already shown signs of internal decay. He had, after all, abducted someone, so caution was always wise.

The mountain path was dark at night, with only moonlight filtering faintly through the treetops. The group walked silently through the forest. As for the six companions bringing up the rear, the Japanese had their own methods of communication.

Yunzhu was currently perched on the back of a burly man. If someone in the darkness could see her expression, they would surely notice that this beautiful woman's face was flushed. "I'm the woman your master stole, how dare you touch me... Oh, and you even touched me..."

Her mature body pressed tightly against the man's back, Yunzhu's hands wrapped around his neck, but the two large hands constantly teasing her plump buttocks, even through her skirt... Yunzhu's body tensed, the man's fingers probing into the cleft of her buttocks.

When the group arrived at a campfire, Yamada finally took Yunzhu from him, not bothering to pay attention to why the woman was blushing and panting. Looking around, he saw that this was probably a campfire left by hunters in the mountains. A fawn that had recently died was left nearby, apparently knowing that someone was coming and leaving, which was quite sensible.

Having traveled hastily during the day, everyone was starving, and no one would refuse readily available food. Yamada called everyone to gather around. Yunzhu was pulled to sit next to Yamada. She was a little nervous because a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at her in the firelight, and their gazes were all male.

"Haha, Yunzhu, don't be afraid. With your looks, their reaction is normal. With me here, they won't dare to do anything to you."

As he spoke, he pulled Yunzhu into his arms, and despite her gentle resistance, he placed his hand on her chest.

"No, no! They're still watching! Even if I'm the woman you stole, you can't treat me like this."

Unbeknownst to everyone, someone had been curiously watching them from the dense jungle. When they saw Yunzhu, their gaze sharpened with hesitation and unease, but their eyes lit up upon hearing her words…

Yamada felt no worry or regret even now. His apparent dishevelment was merely a facade; compared to the beauty he had longed for, what were these things? Once they returned home, this ripe woman would be at his mercy. A surge of heat rose within him, and his hand tightened, his erection, pressed against Yunzhu's soft buttocks, began to stir.

Yunzhu immediately sensed the man's change, shyly pushing him away, "No, no, not here."

"No what? I haven't done anything!"

Yunzhu naturally wouldn't reveal that the man's erection was already pressing against her buttocks, twisting her face away. But she was like a lamb entering a tiger's den; escape was out of the question.

"Don't be afraid, they're all my servants. Just treat them like dogs. What's there to be ashamed of being looked at by dogs?"

He then began to undress Yunzhu.

Even though Yunzhu was an experienced woman, she was still a woman after all. Being stared at by more than a dozen men, she was mortified. Clutching her clothes, she refused to submit. In the struggle, an earring fell to the ground. The earring was a gift from her husband, and Yunzhu cherished it like her own life. Ignoring the men's lewdness, she went to look for it. The moment she bent down, a sharp shriek rang in her ears.

Unable to find it, Yamada scooped Yunzhu up and rolled her behind the bushes. The arrow that had been shot was swift and deadly, aimed straight for her forehead, precisely at the moment Yunzhu bent down. Yamada narrowly avoided it, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Who is it? Despicable!"

What happened next was beyond Yunzhu's comprehension. The servants searched the area but found nothing. Someone had indeed come, but it wasn't her husband; her husband didn't use an arrow. That arrow finally alerted Yamada. Who wanted to kill him? He had been cautious in the capital all these years, avoiding offending any powerful figures. Why would two experts try to kill him in succession? He couldn't understand it, but he still had to run.

Yunzhu was caught in the crowd. As a member of the Lü family, she understood her husband's words perfectly: everything else was nonsense, only life mattered. Yamada's men were no longer careless, carefully navigating the forest. But they were starting to lose men. Two scouts never returned, and the three who stayed behind only heard a few screams before falling silent. Yamada ordered them not to scatter, but less than ten men remained.

He had considered abandoning Yunzhu, this burden, but a man's lust sometimes outweighs reason. Yamada couldn't bear to part with this beauty, unaware that lust is a double-edged sword!

The real chaos unfolded on a meadow. The sudden killing had already placed immense pressure on everyone, and the constant disappearance of their companions weighed heavily on their hearts. Then, they finally saw the creature that had followed them all night: a tiger emerged from the forest, its massive head blocking their path.

"Ah!"

Yunzhu screamed, her body going limp. Her reaction was direct, as were those of other skilled individuals. With long knives in hand, even if several men were injured, they could still kill a tiger—better than living in constant fear without ever seeing a ghost.

"It's just a beast! Kill it! Kill it!"

The remaining men encouraged each other, advancing instead of retreating, charging forward. Yamada sensed something was wrong, but before he could react…

if someone were an idiot, they would curse, "What a terrible teammate! Have you ever seen a tiger shoot arrows?" The one who

charged first died the fastest. The ferocious beast before them blinded them to the danger lurking in the shadows. In the darkness, two men were pierced in the throat by sharp arrows. People under immense pressure and despair can break down or go insane. Yamada's servants, who were considered relatively well-behaved, went mad and charged at the tiger. But this wretched tiger, raised by who knows whose pet, turned and ran away at the sight of such tiny humans.

"Don't chase!"

His shouts were useless. The remaining men, their eyes red, rushed into the bushes. Yamada stamped his foot, hoisted the limp Yunzhu, and headed in the opposite direction. He couldn't rely on these men anymore. Only the burly man remained by his side. If he could survive tonight and get on the ship…

ideals must have raped reality, and reality simply didn't have the desires of fools.

Those men couldn't hold him off for long. The ghost of darkness pursued again. Accompanied by the roar of a tiger, a cold arrow pierced the burly man's shoulder—thankfully, he dodged in time. Yamada was exhausted. The night's journey had drained the old man's strength. He initially wanted to turn back and fight, but the man didn't show himself. As soon as they turned to leave, cold arrows kept flying.

Standing before a dilapidated temple, Yamada knew he couldn't escape. He'd been inexplicably chased all the way, and aside from robbing a prostitute, he hadn't done anything wrong. Could it all be because of her? Yamada left his last followers outside the temple and rushed in with Yunzhu.

"You're really just a prostitute?"

Yunzhu had already woken up. The old man before her was disheveled and seemed driven mad. Unsure how he would treat her, Yunzhu nodded hesitantly.

"I don't care who you are. He tried to kill everyone along the way, but he didn't shoot you once. Sorry." A

burly man's scream echoed in her ears. Yamada grabbed Yunzhu and held her in front of him.

Footsteps grew clearer. Yamada took out a tinderbox, lit it, and set it aside. Even if it came to a final battle, he knew he would be at a disadvantage in the dark.

Before anyone appeared, a shadow appeared, and then the ghost that had been weighing on her heart all night materialized: a longbow, a sharp arrow, and a chubby boy…

Yunzhu gasped in surprise, covering her mouth. She never expected that he would be the first to come to her rescue. Shouldn't he be in the village?

The chubby boy was covered in blood, some of it his own and others'. He was limping, and a knife wound on his thigh was still bleeding, but his hand holding the bow remained steady.

Yamada huddled behind Yunzhu. He had noticed Yunzhu's reaction; these two really did know each other. He really had come to rescue this woman. For such a woman, he actually…

“You killed all my people for a prostitute! Do you know we are envoys of the imperial court? We…”

Yamada stopped, because he noticed that the boy at the door had become even more murderous after hearing his words. The bowstring was already drawn taut. At such close range, he wasn't sure if the boy would suddenly shoot two people with one arrow.

“Release my sister-in-law, and I'll spare your life!”

If a fool heard this, he would kick him and curse him as an idiot.

Sister-in-law? This prostitute is actually his sister-in-law? Yamada finally confirmed his safety. "Let her go? If I let her go, will I still be alive? Put down the bow. Trust me, I can break a woman's neck."

"No, don't worry about me. Go find your brother. He has a way. Go quickly, don't..."

Fatty hesitated for a moment but still lowered his hand holding the bow. The moment his hand fell, two cold glints flashed, and the boy groaned and collapsed to the ground.

"You, you killed him?"

Yunzhu wanted to rush over, but was held back by the man behind her and couldn't move. Tears were already streaming down her face.

"How could I? I could tell that this kid was good with a bow and arrow, but he didn't know any martial arts. I crippled the meridians in his shoulder. Let's see how he can draw a bow in the future. Besides, he killed so many of my people. How can I not invite him to a good show?"

"Wh-what good show?"

Yunzhu asked anxiously.

"Of course, it's a show for me and his sister-in-law. I really won't kill him. Since he calls you sister-in-law, watch your sister-in-law having an affair with someone else, then go back and tell your husband, and let those two brothers live in humiliation!"

Han Chinese women value chastity above all else, and Yamada could already imagine Yunzhu's crying and fussing. But all he received was a faint, "As long as you don't kill him."

Yamada thought he had misheard, but Yunzhu had already gently unbuttoned her skirt, revealing a pale underpants and a pink bodice. Her fair breasts strained against the bodice, and Yunzhu's face was flushed. She undressed slowly, tears still lingering on her face. Yamada couldn't wait any longer. He ripped off Yunzhu's bodice and brought it to his nose to smell it.

A cool sensation ran through her chest; her full breasts were now exposed, and rosy nipples adorned the peaks, quietly hardening under the man's gaze and the cool night air.

"You've never seen your sister-in-law's breasts before, have you? Take a good look, and later tell your older brother how I fucked your sister-in-law."

Fatty didn't answer, staring blankly at the two of them.

Her underpants were pulled down to her ankles, revealing her slender waist, long, jade-like legs, and full mons pubis. Soft, downy pubic hair spread smoothly across her vulva, showcasing Yunzhu's stunning beauty. Yunzhu knew the allure such a body would hold for a man, but why hadn't he made a move yet?

Yamada looked at Yunzhu smugly. The situation had reversed; he was now the master. This woman who had brought him endless trouble would ultimately not escape his grasp, and of course, he would humiliate her to his heart's content. "Do I need to teach you what to do next?"

Yunzhu asked helplessly, suppressing her shame as she undressed Yamada. At this moment, she only wanted to serve this man well, to make him release Fatty. As long as her husband knew, there would always be a way. Her breasts were already being held in his hands, her sensitive nipples receiving particular attention. Yunzhu unbuckled Yamada's belt, and unexpectedly, his erect penis slapped against her pretty face. She glanced at Yamada, but ultimately didn't dare look at Fatty's expression, opening her small mouth to take the man's glans in.

"Hiss... Kid, your sister-in-law is really good at licking men. That tongue of hers... if you were a novice, you'd be done for in no time. Have you ever fucked a woman? I'll let you have your turn later after I've had my fill."

Yunzhu was annoyed by his nonsensical talk. The chubby guy remained silent, seemingly oblivious to her suffering. Her tongue slid along the penis a few times before swallowing it deeply, the glans pressing against her throat before being released, repeating this countless times.

Yamada felt like he was in heaven. He hadn't expected this woman to swallow his penis so deeply, almost as deep as a vagina. He'd only ejaculated during the day from her licking, but now it felt different. No one could threaten him now. The beauty was buried between his legs, her wet tongue meticulously cleaning even the dirty crevice of his glans. This feeling... Yamada closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"No, stop licking! You're about to cum before you've even fucked your cunt. Kid, watch how I fuck your sister-in-law..."

Yamada turned his head and glanced at Fatty. The last image left in his mind was a mocking smile and a flash of white light.

A strong bow, a sharp arrow—Fatty, slumped on the ground, used his feet to prop up the bow, held the arrow in his teeth, and forcefully drew the bowstring. Taking advantage of Yamada's momentary lapse in attention, he struck the target. "Sister-in-law, it's my fault. If you hadn't distracted him, I'm afraid I wouldn't have hit him."

It was still that little fat boy, still that shy smile, but now, with his blood and wounds all over his body, Yunzhu felt a pang of sadness. Ignoring her nakedness, she pounced on Fatty. "It's not your fault, sister-in-law doesn't blame you. It's just that just now, I... and him... will you think sister-in-law is a lowly woman..."

Yunzhu herself couldn't explain why she felt uneasy. Compared to the humiliation she had just suffered, she was more worried about this young man's feelings.

"Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful. You saved me just now, didn't you? In my heart, you'll never change."

Yunzhu blushed at his words and quickly changed the subject. "Why are you here? Where are the people in the village?"

"Sister-in-law, my father is dead."

"How...how could that be? Didn't I leave you a lot of money?"

"He drank himself to death because he had money. It's better this way. He wasn't happy living after his mother died. Then Grandpa sent me to Luoyang to find Brother Fool. With that lazy cat, I didn't dare take the official road, so I had to take the mountain path. At first, I thought I had mistaken you for someone else, but when you spoke, I knew it was indeed you, sister-in-law..."

Fatty wanted to say more, but Yunzhu stopped him. The child's injuries were not light. He had a knife wound on his leg, and his arm seemed to be useless. She grabbed a piece of silk cloth to bandage him, and only after it was tied did she realize it was her own underpants, but she didn't care anymore. Yunzhu dared not wait any longer for Fatty's current condition. Who knew whether the next person would be friend or foe? Yamada clung tightly to Yunzhu's bodice until his death. Having no other choice, she put on a long dress to temporarily cover herself, slung the bow over her shoulder, and helped him out of the temple.

Fatty could still walk. As soon as he stepped out of the temple, he whistled, and the lazy cat in the distance ran over. Seeing Yunzhu trying to hide, it said, "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid. It won't hurt anyone. And... you'll understand when you see Brother Fool. He's the one who raised it."

Yunzhu was half-convinced, but Fatty's injuries meant they couldn't stay long. If it were just a wild animal, that would be fine, but what if a few bad guys came...? There was a small river flowing through the mountains not far from the temple. Since they had decided to hide for the time being, Fatty swept away their tracks. His arms were already weak, and he could only barely manage. He was covered in blood. "Sister-in-law, can you swim?"

"Ah, you still have to go into the water? But with your injuries..."

"I'm fine. Let's get through this first. I smell too much blood. Since you're worried, it's good that we hide for a while. We can..."

Fatty had been trying to hold on, but after all, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy. Too much blood loss made him unable to hold on any longer, and he fainted in Yunzhu's arms.

When a seemingly weak and helpless woman faces a true crisis, she often unleashes a surprising strength. After drifting in the river for an unknown amount of time, Yunzhu pulled Pangdun ashore at a shallow spot. Pangdun was in bad shape, weakly clinging to the tiger's back, silent for a long time. Yunzhu was anxious but helpless. "You...can you find a place where people live?"

she asked the tiger. Whether it understood or not, the tiger turned and walked into the dense forest. Soon, at the foot of the distant mountains, the outlines of a dozen or so houses appeared in the hazy distance…

Standing before a dilapidated mud-brick house, Yunzhu was almost in despair. None of the dozen or so households would open their doors to strangers in the middle of the night. This was the last house on the edge of the village. Tensely, she knocked on the wooden door a few times. After a long silence, "Who is it?"

"Old man, please open the door! My brother and I were attacked by villains. My brother is injured. Please let us stay for one night, just one night."

Yunzhu's voice was already trembling with tears.

The door opened anyway. Mountain folk are always a bit wary, and only after seeing that there were indeed only two of them, one of whom was a woman, did they let them in. The old man's surname was Zhao; he was a herb gatherer from the mountains . "Oh dear, this child is badly injured. Come in quickly."

The two men hurriedly placed the chubby boy on the bed. "Young lady, please light the oil lamp. I'll take a look at this child. I've been gathering herbs for a long time, so I'm practically a doctor myself."

Yunzhu breathed a sigh of relief and thanked them repeatedly. A small flame lit up the darkness, and then the whole room was illuminated. The old man was short and thin, carefully examining the chubby boy's wounds. Yunzhu didn't dare to disturb him and stood by attentively, holding the oil lamp.

"Young lady, bring the oil lamp closer. Old people's eyesight..."

Seeing the old man suddenly stop and stare blankly at her, Yunzhu was confused. Following his gaze, she saw that her soaked clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her curves. Her undergarments and bodice were gone, revealing her two bright red nipples and the dark shadow between her legs. "Ah!" Yunzhu cried out softly, hurriedly squatting down. "Grandpa, I...we got all wet crossing the river. Could you help me find something to change into?"

Only after lighting the lamp did he realize that this girl was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, and her body was completely naked. Old Zhao had lived in the mountains his whole life, only interacting with village girls. He had never seen a woman like Yunzhu before. He nodded blankly, but didn't move. "Grandpa, you're still looking!"

Yunzhu's coquettish tone brought him back to his senses. Realizing his rudeness, he smiled awkwardly, "Please wait a moment, miss, I'll find you something."

After rummaging around for a while, he finally found a somewhat worn short shirt, which was even a man's. "Don't laugh at me, miss. We're poor in the mountains, we don't even have a change of clothes. Just make do with this. You change first, I'll go to the yard to find some herbs. He's lost too much blood, let's treat his external injuries first."

When Old Man Zhao returned with a handful of herbs, Yunzhu had already taken off her wet skirt and put on the short shirt. The length, which barely covered her hips, made her two legs appear even whiter and longer. Yunzhu fidgeted a little with the hem of her shirt, her cheeks already flushed. Fortunately, the old man only glanced at her before starting to apply medicine to Fatty, so Yunzhu also focused her attention on Fatty.

This wasn't the time for formalities. The old man slowly undressed Fatty, and when he was down to just a pair of shorts, he noticed the woman beside him showed no sign of backing away. He understood immediately. "Young lady, you two aren't actually siblings, you're husband and wife, aren't you?"

Yunzhu was taken aback. Denying it now was pointless; she'd only met the old man once. Remembering the young man's kindness towards her, she shook her head, then nodded. Feeling a pang of guilt towards her husband, she blushed slightly.

The old man didn't ask further. Although the woman was older, who hadn't seen a child bride before? Fatty's wounds, whitish from being soaked in the river, were mainly the knife wound on his leg and the two deep, bone-revealing gashes on his shoulder. The old man chewed some herbs and slowly applied them to the wounds, watching as Fatty's breathing gradually calmed.

Yunzhu, her hands braced against the edge of the bed, leaned over the other side of the chubby man, her mind entirely on the injured man. Beneath the wide collar of her dress, her white, smooth breasts hung low. Old Zhao inadvertently noticed this beautiful sight. "This girl is so careless," he thought. "Even though I'm old, I'm still a man, aren't I?" He wanted to remind her, but fearing she'd be embarrassed, he glanced at her reluctantly. "Girl," he said, "go hang up the clothes. Your man should be alright now, just weak. He needs a couple of days of rest. Go to Luoyang and find a clinic; he can be cured."

Yunzhu's wet dress lay piled to one side. The old man had intended to send her away, otherwise, this girl was simply too alluring. Yunzhu, holding the dress, didn't leave. After a moment's hesitation, she explained, "It's dark outside, I'm scared."

The beautiful woman, with her two white legs, dazzled the old man. He couldn't easily handle a woman's clothes, but thankfully the injured man had stabilized. The old man picked up an oil lamp. "I'll go with you."

The clothesline was in the yard, but a bit high. The old man moved a wooden stool over, gesturing for Yunzhu to stand on it. Naturally, he couldn't trouble his benefactor any further, so Yunzhu stepped onto the stool and raised her jade-like arm.

Old Zhao swore he hadn't meant any harm; he hadn't expected such a sight from the girl standing on the stool. The short shirt, which barely covered her thighs, was lifted up as Yunzhu raised her arm, revealing the captivating allure of her lower body to the old man. Her slightly protruding mons pubis, her dark, curly pubic hair, and the pinkish cleavage faintly visible in the middle—the old man, holding onto the stool, had this beautiful sight at eye level.

Alluring, seductive, the woman's faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and the old man felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. Her smooth, flat skin was adorned with fine pubic hair, and hidden among the pubic hair was a small stream. The old man, who had been able to restrain himself just moments before, could no longer resist this temptation. Instinctively, he moved closer, wanting to see more clearly, wanting to taste it.

Yunzhu was oblivious to everything. After a long night of running around, she finally met a kind man. Pangdun'er's injuries were stable, and Luoyang wasn't far away. Listening to the old man, she might be able to return to her husband's side tomorrow. She was determined to thank him properly then. When she felt the burning breath on her sensitive private parts, it was too late. "Grandpa, what are you doing? No, ah..."

An old man's face buried itself in her crotch. Was that the old man's tongue skillfully moving between her labia? "Grandpa, no, you can't lick, you can't, oh..."

Yunzhu instinctively grabbed the old man's head, but couldn't escape the continued assault.

"Girl, I really can't resist. You're too beautiful, I can't take it. Just let me, let me..."

The old man sucked the tender flesh of Yunzhu's mons pubis into his mouth, his tongue licking freely between her labia.

Yunzhu wanted to push him away, but standing on the stool, she had nowhere to hide. Gradually, her tightly closed legs couldn't hold on any longer. She thought about thanking him, but did she have to use her body again? "Grandpa...please let me go...I'll repay you with money...oh...so good...no, I mean...my man is still inside, his life hanging in the balance...how could you do this to me...oh..."

The old man suddenly scraped his tongue between her labia, then abruptly released Yunzhu. Old Zhao, a law-abiding man who had never even stolen a chicken from his neighbor, couldn't understand how he could treat a young woman like this. Yunzhu's mention of her man made him realize he had been taking liberties with a married woman, even taking advantage of her vulnerability. "Girl, I'm sorry, I...I didn't know, I was confused. You're beautiful, I...I..."

Yunzhu, having escaped unscathed, looked at the incoherent old man and couldn't bear to blame him. After all, he had saved Pangdun's life and wasn't a bad person. She had been careless; if it had been another man, she probably would have...her face flushed slightly. "Grandpa, please don't say anymore, I...I don't blame you. You saved my man's life, you're my benefactor, I should repay you, but you..."

Yunzhu couldn't finish her sentence, her face red as she lowered her head.

The old man, unable to bear looking at Yunzhu's timid appearance any longer, shoved the oil lamp into her hands

. "Young lady, you should go back to your room first. Your husband is weak. I'll go get you some food." With that, he blushed and went into the kitchen.

Yunzhu went inside and placed the oil lamp on the table. She nestled close to Pangdun'er, saying, "Good brother, wake up soon. Your men are all so wicked, always thinking about other women's bodies. Your sister-in-law almost got..."

She blushed and whispered her worries until the old man brought in a bowl of rice porridge.

Both of them were hesitant to look at each other. "Young lady, you feed him. We don't have anything good at home, please bear with us. I... I'm not a bad person, young lady, don't be afraid."

"Grandpa, please don't say that. I was wrong too. My home is in Luoyang. I will definitely repay you when I get back."

"No need to repay, no need. Those few blows just now would have been worth it even if I died."

"Ah, you still say that."

Yunzhu rolled her beautiful eyes, feigning anger as she glared at the old man. This glare almost made the old man's heart jump out of his throat. She must be a fairy or a demon. He couldn't take it. After what happened just now, this girl didn't even cover her white thighs. He couldn't look anymore.

"Young lady, if you are willing to forgive this old man, I can't treat you badly. I have something good at home that will be good for your man. I'll go get it now, I'll go get it now."

Yunzhu saw the old man's flustered appearance and knew that he was afraid to face her. As for the good thing the old man mentioned, Yunzhu didn't care. As long as they got home tomorrow, they would have everything. Fatty was still lying motionless on the bed, his breathing relatively steady. He definitely needed to eat something, but the normal methods wouldn't work. Yunzhu didn't hesitate; she took a mouthful of hot porridge, waited until it was the right temperature, then knelt down beside Fatty and fed him mouth-to-mouth.

Old Zhao returned with his treasure, freshly dug from the ground, hot and fresh, at its best. He washed it clean with water and lifted the curtain.

The old man had imagined a fairy feeding his man porridge mouth-to-mouth, but he hadn't expected her to be so low, her buttocks raised high on the bed. Her shirt had already slipped down to her waist, her long legs straddling the man's sides, her round, white buttocks completely exposed. Even the most delicious food before couldn't compare to the shock before him: pink chrysanthemums, plump labia, and glistening drops of jade fluid in the crevice. The old man was momentarily paralyzed. He couldn't bear to leave, he dared not go in, and just stood there, lost in thought.

Yunzhu was feeding him so attentively that she didn't even notice her own posture. The chubby boy finally swallowed another bite, then turned around and realized the old man had entered. "Grandpa, this is the only way I can feed him, please don't mind..."

Suddenly realizing something, he gasped and rolled over, his face flushed pink. "You, Grandpa, you're peeping at me again..."

Yunzhu's shy expression made the old man swallow hard, unsure how to speak. The series of alluring scenes, each more sensual than the last, made him wonder if his ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke. Without a word, he squatted down and said, "Girl, here."

He handed her the item in his hand.

"Polygonum multiflorum? So big?"

Yunzhu knew that wealthy people in the city used it as a tonic, especially since her family owned a pharmacy, but she had never seen one this big before.

“You recognize this, young lady? I found it by chance in the mountains and secretly kept it on my land. I was planning to sell it later to save for my coffin, but now it's perfect for your husband's injuries, so it's putting it to good use.”

“Sir, this is too precious, we can't accept it.”

“Young lady, please don't refuse. This he wu has been severed from its roots, and its medicinal effect is best within three hours. Your injury is the most important thing.”

“Such a large he wu is priceless. We met by chance, and you saved us first and then gave us such a valuable medicinal herb. How can I ever repay you!”

Yunzhu was genuinely grateful to him. Such a he wu would indeed be worth a fortune in Luoyang, and more importantly, it was so helpful for Pangdun's injuries.

"No need, no need, I'm doing this willingly. Mountain people don't have so many complicated things to do. I'll be eternally grateful if you don't hold my rudeness against me."

"Grandpa, why are you bringing that up? Why don't you stand up to talk?"

"No need, no need, I'll just squat."

Yunzhu came over to pull him up, but the old man insisted on not getting up. "Grandpa, you're so mean. Do you want me to squat down to talk to you so you can peek at me again?"

Yunzhu blushed and acted coquettishly. The old man had no choice but to get up, and the high bulge in his crotch could no longer be concealed. Yunzhu

's cheeks flushed, and she glared at the old man reproachfully. "Grandpa, the Lü family owes you a life. On behalf of my husband's family, I'll give you a promise. If you ever encounter difficulties in the future, you can come to Qianjin Tower in Luoyang to find me. We will definitely fulfill any conditions you set for us."

Yunzhu's intention was to give the old man a path to wealth and prosperity. If her husband knew that she had saved Fatty, he would definitely agree.

The words were spoken formally, but Yunzhu hadn't expected the old man to completely misunderstand their weight. "Can you really make a condition?"

"Yes."

"What condition do I have? Mountain people are lowly, they can't get used to a good life. But young lady, could you, could you not, not make me go out when you're feeding your man his medicine?"

She hadn't expected the old man to say this. If he didn't go out, he wanted to watch her feed the fat man his medicine. Could it be that he…

The old man's eyes were filled with hope and timidity. Seeing Yunzhu blush and remain silent, he realized he had been daydreaming. How could he tolerate such a woman being repeatedly defiled? "Young lady, don't take it seriously. I was just saying. I'm leaving, I'm leaving now. I'll close the door for you."

The old man turned around, but his wrist was grabbed. Yunzhu's face was almost buried in her chest. Her voice, barely audible, rang out, "Grandpa, you're a good person. If you, you can stay."

She then turned away.

The old man stared blankly as Yunzhu walked to the bedside, still wondering if he had misheard. Then he saw her already on the bed, her legs still straddling the man's sides.

She took a bite of the he shou wu (a type of medicinal herb), chewed it lightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally leaned down. Yunzhu was mortified. Kind-hearted, she only wanted to repay the old man's kindness. She wouldn't take advantage of him or seek revenge; the old man only possessed male impulse and the cowardice of a mountain dweller. They had been rescued in their time of need, and whether he would believe her empty promises was another matter. This lonely old man only wanted to see a woman's body. His pitiful appearance softened Yunzhu's heart. Letting him see shouldn't lead to anything. Probably not…

Yunzhu's body trembled slightly. Unlike before, this time she knew there was a man behind her, yet she still instinctively exposed her alluring private parts. This made Yunzhu feel shy, humiliated, excited, and a little bit of anticipation. Trying not to think about what was happening behind her, she focused on feeding the chubby boy his medicine. A blush rose on her satin-like skin, spreading from her full breasts to her entire body.

Old Zhao stared blankly at everything Yunzhu was doing. She really let me stay? She really went to feed her man his medicine? She really… His mind went blank. Her round, full buttocks were so white and tender, but what truly attracted him was the alluring cleft between her legs. Her legs seemed to be even wider than before, her thick labia majora slightly parted, revealing two pink labia.

The breathing behind him grew heavier and heavier. The old man's gaze, almost tangible, caressed her sensitive private parts. His hot breath brushed against her labia. So hot, so close. How could he look at me so closely? Would he lick me again? Should I stop him? A surge of heat rose within him, gathering, waiting for the moment of explosion.

Yunzhu's hand had unknowingly touched her breast. She glanced back furtively, only to be startled and turn away abruptly. The old man had already pulled out his penis and was stroking it. The thick, long penis, covered in blue veins, nearly made Yunzhu scream.

Their bodies weren't in contact, yet Yunzhu's vulva was already wet. Her trembling body showed her nervousness, but what did this wetness signify? "Girl, I... I... I can't hold back anymore, just one lick, just one lick."

The woman didn't answer, as if she hadn't heard him at all. Her buttocks trembled even more violently, and more fluid secreted from her vulva. Unsure of her intentions, but for Old Zhao, it was too tempting. He would regret it for the rest of his life if he missed it. Despite her scolding, he slowly extended his tongue and touched it…

"Oh…"

A long groan escaped his lips, satisfied and pleasurable. But the old man kept his word; he only licked it once and didn't move closer. Yunzhu could no longer bear the tingling and sore sensation. She turned her

head and looked at the old man shyly, "Uncle Zhao, you're bullying me..." She didn't seem angry; it sounded more like a woman being coquettish. Old Zhao was afraid she would get angry, so he didn't dare to step forward. "Don't be angry, young lady. It's my fault. I really couldn't help myself. Just this once, I promise I won't touch you again."

"You, you want to bully Yunzhu to death before you're satisfied?"

Yunzhu was bitter and embarrassed, but she couldn't say the shameful words. She thrust her plump buttocks back, and the old man's face was right in front of her, his mouth and nose directly hitting Yunzhu's wet vulva. With another groan, the old man understood immediately. The girl was aroused, which meant he could...

"Oh, oh..."

Yunzhu trembled slightly, moaning incessantly, letting the man behind her bury his face between her thighs, her buttocks already completely subdued, being kneaded and rounded.

"Girl, you have the heart of a bodhisattva, pitying this country bumpkin. Your man is so lucky to have such a beautiful cunt to enjoy every day. I could die in peace if I could just kiss it."

Hearing his shameful words, "Grandpa, you still say that? Yunzhu is so ashamed. How can you treat me like this? Oh, oh... Don't lick my clitoris... No, no... I want... Oh..."

Suddenly, a sharp tremor ran through her, and Yunzhu collapsed weakly onto the fat man's body, having already climaxed.

The juices flowing from her honeyed orifice seemed like the most delicious thing imaginable, and the old man greedily drank them in, only to awaken Yunzhu's desire once more. "Grandpa, please let me go. Yunzhu has already let you do this much. If you continue, I won't be able to hold back..."

Like a piece of fatty meat already in his mouth, there was no reason not to take a bite. "Girl, please let me ejaculate. I haven't touched a woman in so long, my penis has almost forgotten the taste of a woman. Let me rub my penis against your vulva a couple of times, I promise I won't penetrate and ruin your purity. Just a couple of rubs and I'll ejaculate. I will never forget your great kindness for the rest of my life."

This time, before Yunzhu could agree, the old man had already erected himself. Yunzhu wanted to refuse him, but as the hot, hard penis pressed against her vulva, her mind went blank. So hard, so hot, "Grandpa Zhao, you, oh..."

Now, Yunzhu was completely at the mercy of the old man, her innocence resting entirely on his whim. Perhaps he truly hadn't intended to harass this beautiful woman. His hands gripped Yunzhu's buttocks, his penis sliding back and forth in the wetness, occasionally lifting gently to slap her sensitive labia.

Like a small boat tossed about in the waves, the glans repeatedly scraped against her protruding clitoris, her thick labia half-covering the large shaft. The old man, who had promised to ejaculate after a few strokes, had lied this time. He rubbed for a long time without ejaculating. Yunzhu struggled to keep herself from collapsing completely onto the fat man, her beautiful buttocks swaying involuntarily with the man behind her. Several times, the glans brushed past her entrance, and Yunzhu even pursed her lips, but missed again.

The old man was testing Yunzhu's reaction. Men, after all, are never honest. But this woman was clearly from a wealthy family; if he were to indulge in momentary pleasure, the consequences would be dire. It was Yunzhu who suffered; this feeling was almost driving her mad.

What's meant to happen will happen. At this point, there was no stopping them. Yunzhu resignedly lowered her body, raising her snowy buttocks even higher. She took a bite of the he shou wu (a type of herb), chewed it, and gently kissed the fat man's lips. Finally, a fullness returned from behind; the large glans forced its way into her honeyed orifice. The old man's movements were gentle, with a slight hesitation. Yunzhu didn't say anything. As she pried open the fat man's teeth, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her wet, slippery vagina was slowly stretched open.

The woman's reaction left the old man bewildered. His penis was already halfway in; he felt he had gone too far, yet she hadn't objected. Instead, she was feeding the man medicine. Could that be…?

The glans slowly broke through the fleshy walls. When the old man's hips were completely pressed against Yunzhu's plump buttocks, the glans was finally blocked by a soft, tender flesh. Yunzhu let out a muffled groan and fell silent.

Her beautiful hair obscured her face. The old man, having already succeeded, panicked. "Girl, I... I couldn't help myself. Are you... are you alright? I thought you were okay since you didn't say anything. Don't scare me, girl. I thought you liked it too. If you don't like it, I'll pull it out."

Her pretty face was flushed. "Uncle Zhao, you're so bad! You made me say something, and you said you'd rub it a couple of times before ejaculating, but you still secretly inserted yourself. I've already given you my body, what more do you want? You... you... oh..."

Yunzhu couldn't speak, suppressing her shame as she gently nudged her buttocks, but she let out a soft moan as the glans pressed against her clitoris.

Knowing that the woman had submitted to him, the old man's worries vanished. He pressed down on Yunzhu's waist, pulled his glans to the entrance, and then thrust in fiercely. With a crisp "smack!", Yunzhu let out a soft moan and finally collapsed onto Fatty.

"Sister-in-law, is that you?"

The weak voice was like a thunderclap at this moment. Fatty had actually woken up.

"Yes, it's me. Don't move, I'm feeding you medicine."

Yunzhu hurriedly used her body to block Pangdun's view. Due to his serious injuries, Pangdun's eyes were only slightly open, and he didn't know what had happened. His sister-in-law was lying on him, and as long as she was still there, that was enough.

Another mouthful of he shou wu was fed to her mouth-to-mouth, and Pang Dun swallowed it with difficulty. "Sister-in-law, you're so kind. Where are we?"

"You lost too much blood and fainted. A kind person saved us. We, oh, oh... at his house. He treated your injuries, and... the food you ate was also given to you by him."

Pang Dun was too weak to notice that Yun Zhu's body was swaying rhythmically back and forth. "Then sister-in-law, you must repay him properly."

"Yes, yes... sister-in-law, sister-in-law is repaying him, oh, don't be so fast..." "

Sister-in-law, what do you mean by fast?"

"I, I mean your injuries need to heal faster, oh, oh... so comfortable..."

Yun Zhu was about to collapse. She knew that Pang Dun had woken up, but the man behind her was still relentless. In front of her was the man she loved, but in her vagina was another man's penis. The intense shame stimulated her nerves, and her vaginal muscles twitched. The old man behind her also suddenly increased his pace.

"Sister-in-law, are you injured? Are you feeling unwell?"

Pang Dun misheard a word and asked.

"No, no, sister-in-law feels so good... so good. You need to take good care of your injury, and when you're better, we'll..."

Yunzhu's heart was filled with desire, her vagina dripping with fluids from being fucked, overflowing from their point of contact. "We can, oh..."

Fatty understood what she meant, thinking his sister-in-law was just shy and couldn't say it. "Really? Even after I'm with Silly Brother, will you still do it with me?"

"You... you naughty boy, you just want to bully me... you can... sister-in-law will let you fuck me... oh... let you use your penis to penetrate my vagina... let you ejaculate inside sister-in-law's cunt... oh, oh... ejaculate inside, all inside... ah, it's hot, it's burning me... boohoo..."

Her body trembled, and Yunzhu suddenly kissed Fatty's lips, only slowly separating them after a long time. "Silly boy, do you understand sister-in-law's feelings? Go to sleep, you can't touch me until your injury is healed." Fatty

closed his mouth with hope. Her eyes were heavy with sleep. When Yunzhu turned her head, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. Her lower body was still tightly pressed together, her clitoris numb and tingling from being soaked in the man's semen. His penis was still inside her. "Are you satisfied? He's awake and you still won't stop. You almost killed me."

The old man smiled sheepishly. "Girl, you're from a wealthy family, with delicate skin and a tight vagina. I just couldn't resist. I was afraid you wouldn't let me fuck you if he woke up. I just wanted to ejaculate quickly. Sleeping with you is like sleeping with a goddess. I..."

"You still say that? You still say that..."

Yunzhu covered his mouth in embarrassment and anger, but he gently licked her hand. "You're so annoying. Sir, could you get some water? I want to wash up."

The old man had already satisfied his desire and reluctantly pulled out his penis. He went to get a basin of water, intending to watch the woman wash up. But Yunzhu blushed and refused to let him. They had already fucked each other. Women were so strange.

When they went to sleep, Yunzhu deliberately placed Fatty in the middle. Seeing the old man lie down to Fatty's left, she quickly lay down on her right. The oil lamp went out, and the room fell silent. After a while, the soft sound of bedding rustling could be heard…

When the fool returned home, it was already dawn. The fact that there was

n't any chaos meant Wan'er knew what was important; it was better for those who shouldn't know not to know. Rou'er hadn't slept all night. Seeing the fool return alone, her heart sank, but she didn't say much. No one knew her husband better than she did. Putting aside his foolish moments, he could cause a huge uproar if any one of the people in this courtyard, men or women, were missing, let alone Sister Yunzhu.

"Where's Xiaohu?"

The fool was most worried about him causing trouble.

"My brother is alright. I didn't dare tell him. Only Wan'er and I know at home. Last night I told them you had official business at the Ministry of Justice and wouldn't be back. They were all drunk and still sleeping."

"Hmm, you did well. Where's Wan'er?"

"My sister went out in the middle of the night, saying she was going to gather some bamboo shoots or something. She was worried you wouldn't be able to find her, so she said she needed to make some arrangements. Husband, what about Sister Yunzhu…?"

"The people who captured her are all dead. It wasn't me. I couldn't find her. Yunzhu is definitely alright for now, but I don't know if the person who rescued her was friend or foe…"

As she spoke, Wan'er jumped down from the roof. She knew at a glance that her husband hadn't succeeded.

"I've sent out all the Dark Falcon men to investigate all the Japanese. We should have news by this afternoon at the earliest."

"All of them? What about the Tibetan envoys?"

"Didn't you say to let them die? I didn't leave a single one alive."

"Good job. Send another order. After the investigation, kill all the Japanese who have nothing to do with this, regardless of age. Make it clean."

Husband was blinded by rage. Rou'er quickly hid behind him and secretly waved to her sister. Wan'er stamped her foot and turned to leave.

The fool's face was flushed, and he was restless. Suddenly, he picked up Rou'er and carried her back to the room. The understanding girl did not complain. Even when he thrust into her violently, she endured the tearing pain without uttering a sound. Half an hour later, when the fool collapsed, drenched in sweat, she gently stroked his face. "Husband, are you feeling better?"

"Rou'er, I'm sorry, I hurt you..."

"It's alright. I know you're upset because Sister Yunzhu is missing. If I were kidnapped instead, would you..."

"Don't talk nonsense. If it were you, I would have landed in Nagasaki immediately."

As dawn broke, the courtyard became lively. Around noon, the eunuch who came to summon Xiaohu to the palace arrived at the house.

"Sister, I don't want to go, I want to go home, I still want to hang up my boots."

"Hang up your boots! Hang up your boots!"

The fool kicked him impatiently, making the old eunuch roll his eyes. He had seen the border troops escorting the Tibetan envoys into the city; their solemn military bearing and palpable killing intent were so impressive. How could this young general, who was being beaten, be so different now?

"Go on, oh, you're still kicking me," the eunuch said, shooing the fool aside. "Come back early, and I'll make you something delicious tonight."

This family was a strange bunch. The man, some kind of official, dared to beat up the general, and this woman, the general's sister, was sending her brother to meet the emperor as if she were just visiting a neighbor. And she said "come back early"—did she think she could just say "early"?

Xiao Hu reluctantly packed his things and left. The simpleton chased away the onlookers, "Disperse, disperse, go do what you need to do!"

"Husband, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm worried. Yu Niang isn't here either. Take good care of the house these next few days. Five days. If I haven't returned in five days, I guess I'll really have to go to Japan. You go and tell my father-in-law that I've resigned from my official post."

"Which father-in-law?"

"Uh... any one will do, as long as they're higher-ranking than me."

The two who were making the decision were still discussing their future arrangements when Ruo Yao suddenly screamed from the front yard, "Ah, Sister Yun Zhu, why are you dressed like that?"

Yun Zhu? She's back?

Rou'er's hand suddenly felt light, and the person disappeared without a trace. She hurriedly chased after her to the front yard. Yun Zhu was dressed as a village woman, and the ash on her face couldn't hide her bright beauty. The simpleton's heart finally settled down. Goodness, if you had come back any later, I would have gone abroad.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? You always say I'm as dirty as a mud monkey."

Xiao Yun walked over without any hesitation and took her mother's hand.

Yunzhu looked at the fool with suspicion. Seeing her husband shake his head, she realized that most of the family did not know that she was missing. "How can you talk like that, child? I went out of town to visit a friend yesterday. I wore her clothes back. It was very windy and dusty outside, that's why I'm like this."

This story might fool a child, but most of the adults did not believe it. However, seeing that the fool was silent, no one said anything more. Rou'er knew they had something to say. "Xiao Yun, come here, it's time to study. Sha Qiu, don't hide, you didn't finish writing your Chinese characters yesterday..."

Reluctantly, Xiao Yun and the pouting Sha Qiu were pulled away by Rou'er. The others, being perceptive, didn't disturb them. As soon as they entered the fool's room, Yun Zhu rushed over, "Husband..."

She picked out the gist of the matter and explained. The fool was happy that she was unharmed and didn't suspect anything. "Fatty's here? Where is he?"

"He's injured. I didn't know what you meant, but you arranged for him to recuperate at Qianjin Tower."

On the fourth floor of Qianjin Tower, the little fat boy lay on Yun Zhu's embroidered bed, still unconscious. The old man had taken them to the official road early that morning, flagged down a passing carriage, and Yun Zhu used her only remaining earring as fare to return to Luoyang.

The fool immediately noticed the little fat boy's shoulder wound. "Damn it!"

The two wounds were extremely deep, severing the blood vessels. Having spent a lot of time with Rou'er, the fool understood a little; the fat boy's hands were probably useless.

Yunzhu had already changed back into her own clothes. Seeing her husband's panicked expression, she asked, "Husband, is it serious?"

"He won't die, it's just his hand… I need to go back and have Rou'er take a look."

When the simpleton and Rou'er returned home, they saw the panicked Yunzhu as soon as they entered. "Sister, come quickly! Look at him, what's wrong?"

The chubby boy's face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and he was sweating profusely. After Rou'er took his pulse, she said, "Sister, what did you feed him? His pulse is so strong, he's about to die."

"I…I…Husband said it was serious, so I fed him some He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum)."

She then took out the remaining half of the tuber.

"Black Ginseng? Where did it come from?"

"No, isn't it He Shou Wu?"

"That herbalist made a mistake. This is Black Ginseng, which is much more valuable than He Shou Wu. Very few people have heard of it, and it's missing half a root. You, you didn't feed it all to him, did you?"

Yun Zhu nodded blankly. "Sister, don't scare me. Please save him. I, I don't want to harm him. I don't understand these things."

"This Black Ginseng is extremely yang in nature. If its medicinal properties are refined and made into pills, it would be an excellent tonic for male martial artists. But you fed it to him raw like this, and he ate so much of it... Sister, come with me."

The two walked to the side, shooing away the curious fool.

"Sister, does your husband know about you and your lover?"

"Ah, even at a time like this, you're still teasing me. I'm so worried."

"Hmph, it's true that everyone feels the pain when it comes to someone else's lover. You have no idea how worried your husband was when you disappeared for a day. He wouldn't let us tell the family, and he was even going to Japan to look for you. I'm so jealous." "

My husband..."

Yunzhu's eyes reddened, and she felt even more guilty. "Good sister, please save the little fat boy first. I promise I'll never do it again..."

"Alright, alright, he won't blame you. But you're the one who has to save him. He's just over-nourished. Bloodletting could have helped, but he's suffered such severe external injuries that he can't lose any more blood. You have to help him..."

"Ah?"

Yunzhu was embarrassed when Rou'er said it to her face.

"That's why I asked if your husband knows. It's up to you to decide. Anyway, if he knows, he'll definitely watch the whole thing."

Yunzhu blushed. "Good sister, please help me. I'll definitely repay you."

The fat man's shoulder was injured, and Rou'er wasn't sure if he could fix it. She was going home to get medicine. The fool saw her leaving and said, "Don't go! This fat man is like a boiled crab, isn't he alright? What is that Wuji ginseng? If you leave, will Yunzhu be alright on her own?"

"That's why I'm going back to get medicine. I'm fine for now. Husband, come with me. There's no use staying here. Let Sister Yunzhu take care of him for now."

A simpleton like her deserved to be fooled. The pharmacy owner, who was completely ignorant of pharmacology, was a perfect target. While Rou'er instructed Ma Qian to prepare the medicine, the fool finally had a chance to catch his breath. This was strange. Yunzhu's status in Luoyang was no longer that of an ordinary person. Anyone who wanted to touch her would have to think twice. How could a retired envoy from a small country have such audacity? Was someone instigating or condoning this? Thankfully, no one was hurt. Hopefully, Rou'er can help with Fatty's injury!

Just then, Rou'er came out with a packaged medicine. "All better? I'll take it over myself."

Before he could reach out, bang! The courtyard gate was kicked open. This guy's got guts! Daring to barge into my house? He seemed to recognize him. "You, you're not that Wang, what's his name again?"

The man who barged into the courtyard was in full armor, a military lieutenant. Upon seeing the fool, he knelt down with a thud. "This humble one is Wang Qinian, greetings to the young master, sir, brother-in-law..."

"Come on, come on, don't call me brother-in-law, you're older than me! Aren't you Little Tiger's follower? Why are you back by yourself? Where is he?"

"My lord, please save my general!"

No way, something happened again? Just as he was starting to feel better, "Wh-what happened?"

The fool stammered nervously.

"The general went to the palace to meet the emperor."

"I know, get to the point."

"He fought with the Tibetan prince in the palace."

"He's capable of that, did he win or lose?"

"It's said he won."

"That's it then, are you trying to scare me to death?"

"The emperor said the winner must marry the princess."

"..."

"General Tiger refused, saying he has a woman in his heart."

The fool glared at Rou'er, whose face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Say it all in one breath, you've really made me anxious!"

"His Majesty said if you don't comply, he'll first execute your woman and then make you marry the princess. General Hu immediately drew his sword and said he wanted to resign. Being able to wear a sword in court was the highest honor, but after this incident, the Second Prince said he was going to assassinate someone. His Majesty sent the Imperial Guards to arrest the General and imprison him, preparing for execution. I'm so frustrated! My lord, please save my General!"

*Thump!* Rou'er, speechless with shock, looked at her husband who had fallen backward. Before she could help him up, she heard a scream: "I burned the back of my head eating a candy! This is going to kill me!"

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