[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 009)

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Chapter 009 A Moment of Spring Night Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold As darkness fell, Old Master Yan and his family of nine, including Yan Sicheng,
sat around three tables, slurping down their millet porridge. It was called millet porridge, but it was mostly mixed with sorghum
and crushed soybeans; it was meant to be drunk, not chewed, as even a grain of sand could break your teeth. Each person got only one bowl,
no more, and while they weren't full, they drank water—water was plentiful.
Cuihua and Pan Meifeng sipped their food slowly, not in the mood for eating. They were both thinking: It's already dark,
why hasn't Yan Baosan returned yet?
"Dad, I think that kid Sanbao is definitely eating at Old Donkey… Uncle Lü's house. Um, let
me eat this bowl," Dabao said, still hungry, reaching for Yan Baosan's bowl of porridge. Unfortunately,
Pan Meifeng was quick, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, pulling the bowl to her own lap. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued
drinking the porridge in his bowl.
Cuihua pouted and secretly smiled. Everyone else pretended not to see.
"Damn it!" Da Bao muttered under his breath, then got up to drink some hot water.
Just then, a donkey brayed from the yard: "Child! Child!" The old hen, startled, also started
clucking incoherently.
Grandpa, hard of hearing, put down his bowl and asked, "Sicheng, who's calling you?"
"Pfft..." Upon hearing this, Sister-in-law Tian spat out the porridge she had just drunk. Er Bao
wiped the rice grains from his face, said nothing, and continued drinking his porridge.
"I'll go see!" "Cuihua put down her rice bowl and ran outside. Pan Meifeng stood up, but seeing her sister-in-law's cold smile,
she sat down again, embarrassed.
Just then, Yan Baosan's excited shouts came from outside: 'Dad! Mom! Big brother, second brother, come on, hurry!
Unload the grain, our family will have grain to eat from now on!'
The next moment, the courtyard was bustling with activity. The whole family laughed and worked together, carrying bags of
grain into the house. There was rice, wheat flour, millet, soybeans, a large bucket of soybean oil, and a heavy piece of pork. Finally,
there was a large wooden box left on the cart. Da Bao tried to pull it but couldn't, asking curiously, 'What's inside?'
'This is personal property. Come on, lend a hand, carry it into my house.'" "
The three Yan brothers, along with their father Yan Sicheng, worked together, gritting their teeth and shouting in unison, and with great effort, finally managed
to carry the wooden box into the house. The box was put down with a 'crack,' crushing three mud bricks on the ground
.
"Third brother, what's in there?" Da Bao looked at the large bronze lock on the wooden box, filled with curiosity and
suspicion. "You didn't go tomb raiding, did you?"
"Want to know what it is?" Yan Bao San asked mysteriously.
"Brother, tell us, what is it?" Da Bao and Er Bao perked up, both craning their necks.
Yan Bao San leaned close to his brothers' ears and began to ramble on: "Inside is a cast iron bust of a donkey-headed general.
It's cast iron; I dug it out of Yushu Gully." " I'll sell it in a few days...
" "Listen, don't tell anyone.
" "Okay, okay." Da Bao and Er Bao believed him and promised to keep it a secret.
It's said that over 40 years ago, a Nian Rebellion general nicknamed "Donkey-Head General"
died fighting the Qing army in this area and was buried in Yushugou. Local folklore says the general had many valuable burial
goods, with gold and silver filling three large carts... Of course, these are all hearsay.
Yan Bao used this rumor to fool Da Bao and Er Bao. Actually, the wooden box contained some weapons
and ammunition. This absolutely couldn't be known.
That night, after the lamps were lit, Yan Bao threw a bulging burlap sack onto the kang (heated brick bed) and mysteriously asked his wives
, "My darlings, guess what's in here?" "A
quilt?" Cuihua and Pan Meifeng guessed based on the fluffy appearance of the burlap sack. "A blanket?" "A quilt?"
"Open it and see." Yan Baosan winked smugly.
When the burlap sack was opened, it poured out a series of cotton-padded jackets and trousers, cloaks, coats, hats, scarves, gloves
... The styles were fancy, the colors were beautiful, and the workmanship was exquisite. These were clothes and accessories worn by landladys and young ladies from the city
. Cuihua and Pan Meifeng were stunned. Then, they each grabbed a piece and excitedly tried
them on.
"Husband, how do I look in this?" "Husband, this hat is so unique..."
Cuihua and Pan Meifeng, like models, haphazardly mixed and matched various outfits, their hands on their hips, swaying their
little bottoms as they walked back and forth on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), essentially holding a modeling competition just for Yan Baosan. At first, he laughed heartily.
Gradually, watching his two wives change clothes, their gently swaying hips and little bottoms
were indescribably alluring and seductive... Little Baosan suddenly perked up.
Especially Pan Meifeng, with her eyes full of spring, her lips slightly pouting, wearing a red quilted light green pleated skirt, displaying
a devilishly curvaceous figure. She walked with a swaying gait, like a willow in the wind, indescribably
alluring and seductive. Especially when she waved her handkerchief, glancing sideways at him with her large, watery eyes, that captivating charm
made Yan Baosan instantly burning with lust, unable to control himself any longer
. "Haha, come on, I'll take you for a spin."
Yan Baosan quickly stripped off his clothes, leering as he jumped onto the heated kang (a
traditional heated brick bed). He grabbed his two young wives, one in each arm, and like a hungry wolf hunting its prey, pinned them down on the bed. He embraced them,
kissing them passionately. In no time, the two wives were only wearing red bodices and pleated skirts, their faces flushed, panting,
their white, tender thighs twisting and turning, wrinkling the sheets.
"Come on, let's play a threesome today! Ahahaha..." Yan Baosan lewdly laughed,
pulling out his penis and slapping it against his wives' delicate faces.
"Husband, what's a threesome?" Cuihua asked shyly. Pan Meifeng pouted, looking equally curious
.
"It's just the three of us having fun together."
Yan Baosan chuckled lewdly, trying to shove his penis into Cuihua's mouth, but Cuihua blushed and
dodged away, protesting softly, "Husband... I'm so embarrassed..."
"Husband, either you and my sister, or you and me. Three people... no way!" Pan Meifeng's attitude was
firm, without a trace of compromise. She even presented a choice, A or B?
Women of this era are too conservative and need to be slowly tamed. Okay, I'll bear with it for now...
Yan Baosan's eyes darted around, and he obediently lay down, hooking his arms around the necks of his two wives, and said with a smile
, "Just kidding. I just want to sleep with my two little ladies and chat."
"Mmm..." Cuihua obediently pressed her face against Yan Baosan's chest, her tender little hands
tracing circles on his belly.
Pan Meifeng rolled over, her little bottom sticking out as she lay face down on the kang (a heated brick bed), her hand supporting her chin, blinking her long eyelashes, and
asked Yan Baosan with a knowing look, "Husband, what are your plans for the future?"
"Hmm, Pan Guangcheng is now the mayor of Zhouqiao Township, and I'm planning to rent a house in the township and open a restaurant...
" Yan Baosan envisioned the future beautifully, his hands not idle, roaming and caressing his two wives
.
His left hand played with Pan Meifeng's sexy little bottom, while his right hand teased Cuihua's honey pot... subtly conducting
a "boiling frog" game.
"Husband, if we open a restaurant, will we have enough money?" Pan Meifeng continued to ask curiously. Her little bottom
wiggled comfortably under Yan Baosan's caresses.
"That's enough! We have over a thousand silver dollars in cash now, given to us by Commander Luo, hehe..." Yan
Baosan said, his left hand subtly shifting its focus, caressing Pan Meifeng's buttocks extensively, making
her wiggle her bottom even more intensely from the tickling sensation.
"Hmph...husband, um...I heard you recognized Commander Luo as your godfather...um...is that true
?" Cuihua asked in a whimpering voice.
At this moment, Cuihua's eyes were hazy with intoxication, her face flushed, as if she were drunk. Under Yan Baosan's teasing
, her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluids, her private parts wet and exuding a hot, lewd scent. She was unbearably itchy all over, her two
slender, beautiful legs twisting and turning, her ten pretty little toes curling back and forth…
“Yes, I’m his savior. The old man was so happy, he insisted on recognizing me as his godson, and I said okay
…”
Yan Baosan chatted idly while secretly increasing the intensity of his caresses. His left hand
rubbed Pan Meifeng’s most sensitive clitoris, while his right hand quickened the rhythm of digging and stirring, and Cuihua’s honeypot emitted a series of
loud “gurgling” sounds. Cuihua could no longer bear the caresses and moaned with her mouth open: “Mmm… mmm… mmm
…
…”
If Pan Meifeng hadn’t been there, the little girl probably would have already started moaning. Pan Meifeng wasn’t in much better shape
; she clenched her teeth tightly, seemingly prepared to resist to the end. However, Xiaodoudou was too sensitive. Under Yan Baosan's
caresses, her abdomen felt like it was on fire, her whole body was hot, and her private parts were unbearably itchy. Glistening, lustful
fluids flowed down, soaking the sheets.
Yan Baosan glanced at the dilapidated roof and asked Cuihua, "Cuihua, whose house is the best in our village?"
"Mmm...hmm...Old Liang's house..." Cuihua answered with soft moans, while sticking out her
little tongue to lick and kiss Yan Baosan's chest, her small hands secretly caressing his erect penis. She was
burning with desire, unable to resist, eager for a man to fuck her. But because Pan
Meifeng was lying next to her, she could only forcibly restrain herself.
"Great! Tomorrow, I'll buy Liang Laocai's house, and our whole family will move there and
live the life of a landlord and a rich family. Hehe..."
Yan Baosan became more and more excited as he spoke, and simply pulled Pan Meifeng up, grabbing her pink and sweet little mouth and
kissing her. Pan Meifeng resisted slightly but then gave in, her lips and tongue intertwining with the man's, sucking and swallowing each other
's saliva. Her little hands also eagerly caressed the man's belly... completely aroused.
Although the time was ripe, Yan Baosan was worried that his two beautiful wives would be embarrassed and resist due to the constraints of traditional thinking,
so he adopted a "no one looking at the other" tactic. He laid Pan Meifeng and Cuihua on their sides
, one facing outwards and the other facing inwards, both with their backs to him. Then, he straightened his back and gently
inserted his penis into Pan Meifeng's tender vagina. While gently thrusting, he flipped his right arm over and used two fingers to penetrate Cuihua
's vagina, simultaneously launching his attack.
Pan Meifeng, her pinkish-white buttocks raised and legs curled, blissfully accepted the man's thrusts,
moaning happily, "Hmm...uh-huh...oh-oh-oh..."
Although it wasn't a man's penis inside her vagina, the finger penetration felt incredibly pleasurable. Cuihua also moaned beautifully
, "Uh-huh...uh-huh..."
Yan Baosan, his penis thrusting left and right, simultaneously ravaging the vaginas of his two beautiful wives, tossing and turning them over
, thoroughly enjoying himself. As he fucked her, he watched by the lamplight
as his penis thrust in and out of his wife's tender vagina. Her pink labia were pulled in and out by his penis, and her juices flowed incessantly between his penis and her vaginal opening…
The scene brought him an unprecedented passion and stimulation, a satisfaction that was both mental and physical.
“Ah…oh…so good…husband…fuck me harder…ah…” Pan Meifeng
was the first to moan. At the same time, she moved her pink buttocks to meet Yan Baosan's thrusting movements. Cuihua
also slowly lost her shyness and reserve, opening her mouth and moaning incessantly, “Ah…husband…I feel so good
…”
Later, when Pan Meifeng frantically shook her hair, she accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the room was instantly
plunged into darkness.
The darkness was like a bride's veil, a dress covering her shame; neither could see the other, and the two beautiful young women let go.
They cried out in lewd moans, each louder than the last. Yan Baosan was naturally overjoyed, taking turns fucking the two
women's tender cunts. In the end, he couldn't tell them apart anymore, grabbing whichever cunt and fucking it.
"Ahhh...husband...fuck me...it feels so good...hey, Meifeng, why are you pulling my hand..."
"Oh...ouch...Cuihua, don't bite my breasts..."
That night, Yan Baosan indulged in ecstasy, ejaculating again and again, rising again and again, mounting
and pounding wildly, he was ecstatic, utterly satisfied...

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