[Wuxia] A Collection of Adult Versions of the Four Great Classical Novels (Complete) - 33

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The Prodigal Son Yan Qing (2)

When Yan Qing arrived upstairs, a refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils, instantly invigorating him. He lifted the bamboo curtain and saw a slender figure, half-hidden by a palace fan, with delicate eyebrows and handsome eyes, her gaze captivating and enchanting, making one forget worldly concerns upon seeing her.

Yan Qing stepped forward and bowed, saying in a low voice, "I am Yan Qing, and it is truly my great fortune to be able to see Miss Qiu Niang today." Qiu Niang had seen countless people in the brothel over the past two years, but she had never seen such a beautiful person before. Her heart was secretly delighted; seeing her beloved today was a testament to the beauty bestowed upon her by heaven. She said gracefully, "Just now, I heard your elegant music, young master, and I know you are not that dissolute disciple. Why then have you come to this brothel?" Yan Qing replied, "I am ashamed, ashamed. I had heard of your esteemed reputation, young lady, and originally intended to enjoy the festivities of the Lantern Festival. I never expected to encounter you, young lady. I am deeply grateful for your kindness." He saw that the woman was wearing a sky-blue jade-embroidered phoenix-patterned crepe blouse, over which was a crimson crepe blouse, tied with a plain silk eight-spoke skirt with flowing flowers, and tightly covered with kingfisher feather and pearl-embellished lotus petal cloud-shaped shoulder sleeves.

Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, Yan Qing took a step forward, took her slender hand, and said, "I only regret that I am powerless to rescue you from this sea of suffering." Qiu Niang felt heartbroken, tears streaming down her face, and said, "My life is bitter. I have lost all my relatives and have been reduced to a prostitute. It is truly worse than death." In her sorrow, she was like a lone goose drifting aimlessly, filled with fear and anxiety.

Yan Qing, a man of tender heart, gently supported the beautiful woman, saying, "Let's change tonight for tomorrow, my lady, don't hurt yourself." He saw her: rosy cheeks, as if she had just woken from a dream; pale green eyebrows, as if she had just finished her evening makeup. A stolen glance revealed a hint of shyness; a hint of spring's allure, an outward display of boundless charm. Like lilacs unopened in the spring rain, like cardamom buds just beginning to bloom.

He, a former libertine, was instantly captivated by Qiu Niang's alluring figure and captivating charm; his heart pounded wildly, and he swept her into his arms. The beauty breathed softly, languid and weak, clearly her heart stirred with desire. He then placed her on the carved and intricately decorated couch; her face was fair with a rosy glow, smooth as satin, her skin like rouge, her tightly closed eyelashes trembling, making her all the more endearing.

Yan Qing removed her inner garment and carefully caressed her fragrant body. He noticed her slightly rounded breasts, delicate and white, her nipples not yet fully developed, each one a small, exquisite piece. Yan Qing was aroused and brought his lips to hers, sucking and licking. Even a light touch of her tongue was enough to melt Qiu Niang's entire body. Yan Qing, a seasoned lover, proceeded slowly and deliberately, removing her undergarments. Her vulva was full, a few fine hairs peeking out, incomparably beautiful.

To her left, the bronze incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, filling the air with fragrance. Wherever his hands touched, Qiu Niang felt as if she were being burned, her body convulsing, her breathing growing heavier, and she couldn't help but caress Yan Qing.

Yan Qing's middle finger probed lightly, revealing the entrance to her peach blossom cave between her thighs, tender and delicate, soft pubic hair covering her vulva. What was truly pleasing was that her vulva was glistening wet, with glistening, milky fluid overflowing from it. The fluid was the color of human breast milk, emitting a slightly fishy odor mixed with the exotic fragrance of the South China Sea, instantly arousing Yan Qing and causing his manhood to harden. Yan Qing

stood beneath the bed, carefully observing her seductive manner and lewd words. At her most alluring moments, her beautiful eyes seemed half-open, hazy with intoxication.

Driven by desire, he grasped her jade-like leg with one hand and guided his manhood with the other, gently thrusting into her arousing opening. Qiu Niang, being a virgin, could only moan and cry out under the impact of his massive member, her legs involuntarily clamping tightly around Yan Qing.

Yan Qing looked down and saw that only half of his glans had entered. With a slight further insertion, Qiu Niang cried out in pain, "Young Master, it hurts so much!" Yan Qing felt sorry for her and said, "It's alright, just bear with it. The first time always hurts like this." He then spat some saliva and smeared it on the edge of her protruding vulva, his jade stem swaying gently, moving up and down, rubbing forward. Soon, sticky semen gushed from deep within Qiu Niang's vulva, overflowing her peach blossom cave, while she only made incoherent moans. Taking advantage of

this, Yan Qing thrust forward, his glans having already broken through the barrier, but not yet fully inside.

Qiu Niang cried out in pain, "It's killing me! Young Master, please slow down!" At the same time, a stream of blood seeped from her ecstasy cave, running down his jade stem and staining the embroidered bed beneath her.

Yan Qing ignored her, holding her buttocks and gently thrusting in and out.

At first, Qiu Niang felt pain, but after more than a hundred thrusts, she felt the jade stem thrusting wildly inside her, which was quite interesting and incredibly pleasurable. Her whole body felt relaxed, and her pores opened up. What was even more unbearable was the unbearable itching inside her, which irritated her heart and made her moan, "Young master, good young master, just come in, I'm dying of itching." Hearing her continuous moans, Yan Qing thrust even harder, feeling her vagina tighten and loosen, as if a baby was suckling, which made his jade stem feel extremely comfortable.

Qiu Niang was also aroused and tried her best to please him. The two of them went back and forth, fighting until the sky darkened. Yan Qing used all his skills, like a dragon crossing a river, like a bee gathering honey, and every move was aimed at her flower core, making Qiu Niang feel like she was smoking from all seven orifices and gasping for breath. After about half an hour of intense fucking, Qiu Niang's vagina was dripping with lustful fluids, a vast and unrestrained flow. Her pink face was fixed on Yan Qing, her love deep and unwavering.

Yan Qing hadn't been thrusting in long when he felt his heart leap into his throat, a frenzied surge of energy coursing through his body. His penis bounced a few times inside her, and a gush of semen shot out, bringing him immense pleasure and ecstasy. Qiu Niang, overwhelmed by the gushing fluid, felt a surge of heat within her, a wave of dizziness washing over her.

She cried out and fainted, only regaining consciousness after a long while. After a moment of tender entanglement, Qiu Niang couldn't help but shed tears, sobbing, "You've ruined my good time; I fear my death is near." Yan Qing cried out, "As long as I'm here, I won't let that old hag lay a finger on you!" He was a man of heroic nature, and with his protective instincts awakened, how could he allow anyone to harm the beautiful woman in his arms?

Just then, there was a creaking sound from the floorboards, and Chunzi rushed in, saying, "It's terrible! A young master Liang has won first place with 1,500 taels of silver, and he's almost here! What should we do?" She and her servant were deeply devoted to each other, but now that this had happened, she was filled with fear.

Yan Qing got up and dressed, saying, "It's alright, you help Qiu Niang change, we'll go down together to meet him and see what happens." Meanwhile, Yan Qing effortlessly won over Bao Qiu Niang's delicate beauty, but the two groups ahead fought for a long time before a victor emerged.

One of the groups was led by a prominent figure in Beijing, a descendant of the imperial family named Zhao Bao Chen, a descendant of the founding emperor Zhao Kuangyin. Because Zhao Kuangyin passed the throne to his younger brother Zhao Kuangyi (later Emperor Taizong of Zhao), Zhao Bao Chen inherited his father's title of prince, and since his father was still alive, he was known as the Little Prince.

This man was a master of all vices—drinking, gambling, and whoring—but he had one redeeming quality: he was loyal and chivalrous, and loved to wield weapons and martial arts. He also enjoyed associating with heroes and outlaws from all over the land, hence the nickname "Little Hero King."

Prince Zhao had a subordinate named Lu Mang, who was skilled with the staff and was a favorite of Zhao Baochen, who often kept him by his side.

One day, Lu Mang learned that a stunningly beautiful woman was seeking a groom at Gu Chunlou for the Lantern Festival, so he persuaded Zhao Baochen to come. He thought no one in Beijing would dare compete with him, but little did he know, he had met his match.

The arrogant young man in brocade robes opposite them laughed wildly, "I'm going to have this girl! Listen up, anyone who dares to ask for a price, I'll give them a hundred taels more! Hahaha, let's see who dares to compete with me!" Zhao Baochen's expression changed, and he was about to get angry when Lu Mang said from the side, "Young Prince, we are outnumbered today, don't lose face. Let's give way for now, and we'll get our revenge later." You see, Lu Mang, though named for his recklessness, was actually quite shrewd. Seeing that the young man in brocade robes had many people and might be at a disadvantage in a fight, and remembering that the old prince had always been strict with his sons, repeatedly instructing them not to cause trouble before they left, he strongly advised Zhao Baochen. The young prince lowered his head and pondered for a while, then nodded, swallowed his anger, and didn't continue to argue with the young man in brocade robes.

Seeing Zhao Baochen back down, Young Master Liang laughed heartily, feeling refreshed, and waved his hand, leading the group towards the backyard. He thought to himself that he must pamper that young woman to his heart's content.

When he walked to the backyard, he saw a handsome young man standing in front of the building, holding a beautiful woman's hand on his left arm. They were a perfect couple, elegant and graceful.

The madam exclaimed, "Daughter, why did you come down here? Who is this young man?" Wang Xiaoxi and the others had followed this young master Liang in. Upon seeing Yan Qing, they were delighted and exclaimed in unison, "This is my young master Yan Qing, Brother Yi! Who in Beijing doesn't know him?" Young master Liang was furious and said, "Qiu Niang is mine! How dare you touch my woman? You're asking for death!" As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man jumped out from behind him with a "White Crane Spreads Its Wings" move. It was his subordinate, Zhou Jin.

He shouted, "I've long heard that Yan Qing is a master of sumo wrestling, rarely matched in Beijing, but I didn't believe it. Today, you've offended my young master, so it's a good opportunity to have a match." Yan Qing smiled faintly, "This happened unexpectedly, and I deeply regret it. I'll return all the money this young master spent; why ruin our relationship?" Young Master Liang's face twisted with rage. He said, "Damn it, I want the man, not the money. It's either you or me today!" Upon hearing this, Zhou Jin threw a punch. Yan Qing raised his hand to meet it. After a few exchanges, seeing Zhou Jin's scattered punches and unsteady steps, he smiled secretly and with a powerful kick like "Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves," sent Zhou Jin flying several feet away, spitting blood and unable to get up for a while.

Seeing this, Young Master Liang became even more furious, saying, "Do you know who I am? My father is Liang Zhongshu, the Prefect of Daming! Damn it, are you out of your mind?" Yan Qing was startled and said, "In the world of pleasure, I don't care who you are. I've already got her, what are you going to do about it?" Little did he know that this Young Master Liang was the third son of Liang Zhongshu, the Prefect of Daming. His mother, Xiao Lian, was beautiful and originally from a respectable family. Liang Zhongshu took a liking to her and forced her to be his concubine. She later had a difficult childbirth and gave birth to this posthumous child. Liang Zhongshu often missed her and, because of his mother and son, named him Yi Lian (meaning "Remembering Lotus"). He doted on him from a young age and indulged him completely.

Liang Yi Lian sneered, "You don't play by the rules. If you have the guts, then bid me openly. If I lose, I'll accept it willingly, unlike you who sneaks around like this." Yan Qing said, "We are mutually attracted, but I won't allow anyone to touch her." Wang Xiaoxi and the others rushed forward and stood behind him.

Liang Yilian was actually quite clever. Seeing that she wouldn't get away with it today, she said, "Fine, I've met you today. We'll meet again someday." With that, she left with her men, seething with resentment.

Wang Xiaoxi and the others surrounded her, saying, "Brother Xiaoyi is quite something, you actually managed to get him." As they spoke, they all winked and stole glances at the beautiful woman.

Yan Qing, however, couldn't feel excited. He hadn't wanted to cause trouble, but he had only made an enemy, and he didn't know what kind of trouble he would bring to his master. He felt disappointed and regretful.

At this moment, a man walked up, wearing a turban with a swastika pattern on his head, a gray-white cotton shirt, a long red silk sash around his waist, and tiger-skin shoes.

He cupped his hands and said, "I was impetuous. I just witnessed Young Master Yan Qing's swift and skillful movements; truly impressive. I admire you greatly." Yan Qing returned the greeting, saying, "You flatter me. My skills are mere trifles, nothing to be proud of. I am ashamed." He then said impetuously, "My master, Prince Zhao, invites Young Master Yan Qing for a chat, but I wonder if it is convenient?" As he spoke, he pointed to a young man sitting in a grand chair not far away. The young man had a fair complexion, long eyebrows that reached his temples, and a few thin whiskers; his expression was quite dashing. Zhao Baochen always enjoyed associating with heroes, and seeing Yan Qing's handsome appearance and superb martial arts skills, he immediately felt the urge to befriend him. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Yan Qing slowly stepped forward and said, "So it's Prince Zhao. My apologies, my apologies." Zhao Baochen smiled and said, "I've long heard that Young Master Yan Qing is a dashing and romantic man, and indeed, his reputation is well-deserved. He just vented my anger for me, and I'm very pleased. Would Young Master Yan Qing be willing to come to my humble abode for a chat?" His words were earnest and full of sincerity.

Yan Qing was somewhat embarrassed. He looked at Bao Qiuniang, who was standing gracefully behind him, and thought that this matter was a bit troublesome.

Zhao Baochen understood and smiled, "Is the young master worried about this young lady? Well then, I'll instruct the madam to treat her well, and I'm sure she wouldn't dare to disobey." Yan Qing was overjoyed and said, "Young Master is so kind to you. I don't know what to do." After saying that, he turned to Wang Xiaoxi and the others and said, "You all go back and get 1,500 taels of silver first. The young master and I will be right back." Wang Xiaoxi and the others nodded in agreement.

Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story.

It is said that in the Lu family, there was an accountant named Li Gu, originally from Dongjing (Kaifeng). A year ago, he came to Beijing seeking refuge but couldn't find anyone and collapsed from the cold in front of the Lu family's door. The Lu family, seeing his pitiful state, took him in. Seeing his diligence and ability to read and write, they put him in charge of the household accounts, handling all the small expenses.

This day, because it was the Lantern Festival, the household was busy preparing for the celebrations.

"Accountant Li, Madam wants you to give me some small change so I can go buy some things," a clear voice called out. Looking up, he saw it was Xiao Cui, the Madam's maid.

Li Gu smiled and said, "Xiao Cui, what do you want to buy again? Would you like your brother to go with you?" His words were flirtatious, but his eyes were fixed on the mound of flesh on Xiao Cui's chest.

Xiao Cui spat, "It's nothing but cosmetics and hairpins for girls, you wouldn't understand." Li Gu saw her slightly upturned lips, her delicate and lovely nose, and her expression a mixture of reproach and delight, and his manhood stirred. He touched her slender fingers and said, "I don't understand, but it's enough that you do. I have something here, would you like it?" Xiao Cui pulled her hand back, saying, "How frivolous! I'll tell Madam. What other good things do you have?" Curiosity shone in her eyes.

Li Gu took a box from a drawer under the accounting table and said, "This is the most famous Yanyulou sweet pastry in Beijing, would you like it?" Xiao Cui's face lit up with joy, and she took it. She always loved snacks, especially sweets.

Li Gu had actually been observing her for a long time, and by catering to her tastes, he had hit the mark perfectly.

Seeing her smiling face and fragrant teeth, Li Gu was already captivated. He took her small hand and said, "Later, I'll give you some extra change so you won't be caught stealing food." He always knew that these maids often overstated the price of the items in the dressing box so they could buy more clothes for themselves. Now, he was using this as a way to coerce and entice her.

Xiao Cui's face paled slightly. She said, "You're the one who's stealing food. How could I dare?" But she was all bark and no bite.

Li Gu chuckled and said, "No, no, is it alright now? My good Xiao Cui." With that, he scooped her up with both hands and hugged her tightly.

The playboy Yan Qing (3)

said that Li Gu was itching to get his hands on her. Seeing Xiao Cui's beautiful figure, he pressed her down on the accounting table and reached into her pants. He felt her vulva was plump and wet. In his excitement, he quickly stripped her clothes off.

He saw Xiao Cui's fair neck, smooth as jade, her small mouth luscious and inviting, her breasts trembling, firm and erect though small, the nipples purplish-red like two purple agates. Even more pleasing were her slender waist and full, round buttocks. Li Gu, completely captivated, used both hands to grope her body, finding it exceptionally smooth and slippery, like oil.

Xiao Cui softly moaned, her legs rubbing together, the wetness between them soaking the account book on the table. In his haste, Li Gu snatched the account book and threw it on the ground. He brought his nose to the wetness, the pungent smell emanating a delicate fragrance, and unconsciously leaned down, his tongue probing her vulva. Xiao Cui writhed, moaning and groaning, her juices flowing freely, her labia parting on their own.

Overwhelmed with desire, Xiao Cui's delicate hands touched Li Gu's penis. She was somewhat surprised, having assumed that Li Gu's thin frame meant his member wouldn't be large, and that she was only after his money. She hadn't expected him to be so well-endowed; it was six or seven inches long. Delighted, she began to stroke it, feeling its shaft burning hot, its veins prominent, already hard as a wooden stick, the glans erect. Xiao Cui was both delighted and apprehensive, thinking, "This thing is so huge, I'm afraid it will tear my beautiful vulva apart." Li Gu, aroused by her touch, parted her legs, revealing her vulva, its labia turned outwards, a purplish-red color, seemingly emitting wisps of smoke as it closed, as tempting as a moistened pastry. Li Gu lifted Xiao Cui's legs, cupped his penis, aimed it at her vulva, and thrust it in.

Xiao Cui murmured softly, her vulva clenching and unclenching, her body trembling as if she couldn't withstand the wind. Li Gu hoisted one of her small legs onto his arm, pinching her delicate, three-inch lotus feet, and lewdly laughed, "Little slut, I love your little feet, they're really interesting." He then thrust in and out hundreds of times, his voice laced with moaning. Seeing Xiao Cui's face flushed, her eyes darting about, her allure fully revealed, he said again, "Little whore, who has plucked your flower heart?" As soon as his penis entered Xiao Cui's vulva, he knew this maid was no longer a virgin; seeing her disheveled eyebrows and high breasts, he knew she was no longer a chaste woman.

Xiao Cui's vulva overflowed with vaginal fluid, her lust raging. Her face was flushed like a peach blossom, her mind in a daze, and she gasped, "I won't tell you that, just hurry up, all you talk is nonsense." Her slender waist swayed, displaying her flirtatious nature.

As the saying goes: White clouds circle the mountain peak, servants face maids. A large bird entered, bringing great pleasure to both.

The two embraced and thrust hundreds more times, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing incessantly. Xiao Cui tightly embraced Li Gu, her jade-like body sticky, her golden lotuses shimmering, her beautiful eyes slanting, her allure captivating.

Her cries drove Li Gu to madness, and he thrust violently dozens more times, unconsciously releasing his engorged lustful fluids. He didn't immediately withdraw, but instead held Xiao Cui, kissing and smacking his lips, saying, "Good Xiao Cui, let's do it again tonight." Xiao Cui scoffed, "You wish! Tonight I have to serve my wife." Li Gu pulled out his penis, and Xiao Cui's vulva immediately closed, a pool of turbid fluid seeping from the crevice, thin and milky white. Li Gu said, "Madam's only maids are you and Xiao Dai. I heard that Madam intends to marry Xiao Dai to Jiang Lao Er from the rice shop in the east of the city. Is that true?" Xiao Cui looked closely at her lower body, where her tender petals were crushed and sticky. She then grabbed Li Gu's clothes to wipe them, saying, "Yes, Madam said it was Master's idea. This Jiang Lao Er has always been diligent in serving Master. A few days ago, he came to the manor and saw Xiao Dai, so he asked Master for her, and Master agreed." Li Gu was filled with jealousy, thinking, "I've also always been diligent, but I haven't seen any reward." However, he dared not show it on his face, and only said, "Master is so kind; he always dotes on us servants. Haven't you seen how Yan Qing and Xiao Yi are dressed?" "You don't look like a servant at all!" Xiao Cui chuckled. "You're new here, aren't you? Brother Xiao Yi has been in the household since he was little. Master has always loved him like his own son. Hehe, look at you, trying to compete with Brother Xiao Yi for favor? You'll have to wait until your next life." Li Gu laughed. "That's right, that's right. I wouldn't dare think like that. You said it yourself. We servants are just supposed to be diligent and share our master's burdens. We're just worried that Yan Qing and Xiao Yi might cause trouble and implicate our master." Xiao Cui said, "Brother Xiao Yi is shrewd and capable, and always acts cautiously. How could he cause any trouble? Well, I have to go now. If I'm late, Madam will blame me." After saying that, she straightened her clothes, washed up in the accounting room, and left.

Seeing Xiao Cui's high regard for Yan Qing, Li Gu felt even more displeased, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Not long after, someone called from the doorway, "Brother Li Gu, are you there? Brother Li Gu..." Li Gu recognized the voice and went to the door, asking, "Who's calling me?" He saw it was Wang Xiaoxi, one of Yan Qing's usual hangers-on. "Wang Xiaoxi," he said, "what's all this commotion about? Weren't you playing with Yan Qing and Xiao Yi?" Wang Xiaoxi chuckled, "Brother Li Gu, it's Brother Xiao Yi who asked me to come and get some silver. He's waiting over there." Li Gu said, "Oh," and asked, "How much silver?" Wang Xiaoxi replied, "A round number, 1500 taels." Li Gu was astonished. "So much? What do you need it for?" "I must inform the master," Wang Xiaoxi said urgently. "Brother Xiaoyi needs it urgently. You can give it to me first, then go and inform the master. You know Brother Xiaoyi's temperament." Li Gu said, "There must be some reason. Tell me." Wang Xiaoxi leaned forward and whispered, "To be honest, Brother Li Gu, Brother Yanqing, Brother Xiaoyi, had a courtesan at Gu Chunlou, and almost caused trouble." Li Gu was very interested and pulled Wang Xiaoxi behind the door, saying, "Tell me what happened." Meanwhile, Yanqing and the young prince and their entourage left Gu Chunlou and walked two or three miles to the left, where they saw a large stone bridge ahead. Zhao Baochen pointed to the vast manor nestled in the lush green shade of willows ahead and smiled, "Young Master Yan Qing, that is my humble abode." Yan Qing smiled, crossed the bridge, and saw that the manor was surrounded by water, with weeping willows lining the banks and pink walls all around. In front of the manor was a wide plank bridge, and standing at the head was a man in fine clothes, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He wore a black gauze turban with embroidered corners, a purple embroidered robe with a rounded chest, a delicate jade sash with inlaid jewels around his waist, and a pair of black boots with gold thread and green trim. He was handsome and had an extraordinary bearing.

Zhao Baochen laughed loudly, "Thank you for waiting here, Young Master Yang. May I ask when you arrived?" He then shook hands with the man and chatted for a while before turning to him, saying, "Young Master Yang, let me introduce you to a hero from Beijing, known as the Prodigal Yan Qing. Young Master Yan Qing, this is Young Master Yang Shangwen from Tokyo. His ancestors were the renowned Yang family generals who commanded respect throughout our dynasty." Yan Qing's eyes immediately lit up, and he stepped forward to bow, saying, "Descendants of heroes are worthy of our admiration. I, Yan Qing, am but a humble servant; I am truly ashamed." Yang Shangwen smiled, "A pleasure to meet you, a pleasure to meet you. Young Master Yan Qing is a young hero with a limitless future." Zhao Baochen smiled, "..." "No need for formalities, everyone. Come inside and chat. We won't leave until we're drunk!" Yang Shangwen said, taking Yan Qing's hand. "The young prince sent someone to tell me that he has a treasured old wine cellar in his mansion. I've loved wine all my life, and I even had to use three horses to get here just to taste this fine wine. I never expected to meet Brother Yan Qing." Yan Qing was greatly impressed by his generosity and said, "It's a pleasure to meet Brother Yang today. I, Yan Qing, am also very happy." Although the Zhao Prince's mansion was located in the north, everything was modeled after the capital, Dongjing. It was magnificent and imposing, with lush trees, exotic flowers, and winding streams—truly a beautiful place on earth.

Yan Qing watched with delight, softly reciting, "Willows along the embankment borrow three poles' worth of green, flowers across the bank share a thread of fragrance." Yang Shangwen nodded, saying, "Brother Yan Qing, you are a man of both literary and martial talents, yet you are relegated to the wilderness; it is truly a misfortune for the dynasty." He was upright by nature and could not tolerate the treacherous and domineering Grand Commandant Yang Jian. He spoke out with righteous indignation and was ultimately not tolerated by the four treacherous ministers Gao, Tong, Yang, and Cai. Although he came from a family of hereditary generals and was a

descendant of loyal officials, he was not valued by the court and was demoted last year to the position of Commander of Jingkou (present-day Zhenjiang, Zhejiang). Unable to resist the northern barbarians, he was truly depressed. Yan Qing smiled slightly, "I am but a commoner, ignorant of court etiquette, and naturally lazy and unruly. I fear I have no hope in this life. Brother Yang, you are a hero, and you will surely achieve great things in the future." He saw Yang Shangwen's furrowed brows and knew that he was frustrated; this was the temperament of the Heavenly Star.

Yang Shangwen smiled wryly, "Today is a joyous occasion, so let's not dwell on those things. The banquet is ready, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest." With that, he led Yan Qing to sit on his left.

After three cups of wine, Yan Qing said, "It is truly an honor to meet the young prince and Brother Yang today. How about I play a tune to celebrate?" Zhao Baochen and Yang Shangwen clapped their hands and said, "Excellent! We would love to hear Brother Yi's beautiful music." Yan Qing took out his gold-inlaid dragon flute and played it at the banquet. The flute's melody was melodious and lingering, soaring into the sky.

When Yang Shangwen heard the song reaching its climax, he suddenly stood up and, keeping time with the rhythm, sang: "The green hills are dark with the setting sun, the mighty river flows eastward. The afterglow scatters like brocade, towards the misty road. It makes one sorrowful, Chang'an is far away, where is it? A few small fishing lights, lost in the nearby dock. A lone sail, low, beside the shore. Thinking back on my life, I regret my mistake of wearing a scholar's cap. I feel my path is blocked, my heart is hindered. The moon is saddening, a thousand miles away, I grieve for the plains. Strange is the bamboo branch song, each note a lament, for whom does it suffer? Monkeys and birds cry out all at once, startling the islands. The candle is dim, I cannot sleep, I listen to the ferry drum." The sorrowful emotion emanated from his throat, the deep melancholy in his chest lingering in the air with the flute music.

Zhao Baochen was his closest friend and knew of Yang Shangwen's state of mind after being demoted to Jingkou. He had originally intended to invite him to Beijing to relax, but seeing his condition, he knew that Yang's troubles were deepening day by day. He said, "Brother Yang is a man of great talent and ambition; he will surely rise again one day. Today is the Lantern Festival, let's talk about something happy." He pulled Yang Shangwen to sit down and said, "The other day, a merchant from Bianjing, Lu Nanshan, came here and talked about the most romantic affair in Bianjing. Let me tell you all about it." Yang Shangwen said, "I was a little out of line, please forgive me, Your Highness, and please forgive my rudeness, Brother Yanqing." Yanqing said, "Heroes and good men are all like this. Brother Yang, your ambitions are not yet fulfilled, so you speak your mind frankly; that's the true nature of a man." Zhao Baochen said, "What I'm talking about is a matter of the current dynasty. We are family, so just listen and don't spread it around." Yang Shangwen and Yanqing nodded in agreement.

Zhao Baochen said, "Brothers, have you heard of Li Shishi of Bianjing? That's her." Yang Shangwen said, "Heh, she's the most charming woman in Bianjing, everyone knows her. Brother Yanqing, have you heard of her?" Yanqing said, "Although I live in the north, I've heard a bit about her. Please tell me, Your Highness." Zhao Baochen said, "This Li Shishi wasn't originally surnamed Li. She was the daughter of Wang Yin, a dyer in Bianjing. It's said that she didn't cry when she was born. It wasn't until she was three years old that her father took her to the Iron Buddha Temple, where the abbot touched her head, and only then did she burst into tears, her voice shaking the roof tiles." The abbot exclaimed happily, "Such a young child, yet she has a connection with our Buddhist community. In this dynasty, people traditionally call Buddhist disciples 'Shi,' hence this person calls her Shishi."

"When Wang Yin was four years old, he was imprisoned for a crime and died soon after. An old woman named Li from a brothel raised her, and she grew into a beautiful young woman with exquisite features and a fair complexion. Later, she was taught to sing and dance. At the age of thirteen, she became famous as a courtesan, and her fame spread throughout Bianjing. For a time, officials, scholars, nobles, and people from all over the country considered it an honor to visit her." Zhao Baochen paused slightly at this point, waved for his servants to leave, and continued, "This is indeed a true story, involving the current emperor. Alas, the current emperor favors the likes of Gao Qiu and Yang Jian; his demise is not far off!" That day, Emperor Huizong, weary from his excursion and feeling rather down, was urged by Gao Qiu to go out for a stroll. He then donned scholar's attire and went to the Biyun Tower, where Li Shishi resided. He took a sip of wine and said, "The emperor, upon seeing Li Shishi, was utterly captivated, falling in love at first sight. He even left behind some calligraphy, which I will recite for you: 'Sharing wine before others, embracing soft jade by lamplight, A glance back, a tender embrace. Pain, pain, pain, gently pushing my lover away, A trembling sound, a slight blush rising, trying again and again, Without a single gap, This time the flavor is utterly intoxicating. Moving, moving, moving, Arms entwined, lips pressed together, tongues playing.'"

"Gentlemen, think about it," said Yang Shangwen, "what kind of decorum is it for an emperor to frequent prostitutes? Moreover, to write such lewd and vulgar lyrics, if they spread among the common people, they will become a laughingstock!" Yang Shangwen and Yan Qing exchanged glances, their hearts sinking. They said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll write my resignation tomorrow, return to my hometown, raise my children, and live a carefree life, no longer concerning myself with worldly affairs." Yan Qing said, "This morning there was a poem called 'Southern Song' circulating here. I wonder if the young prince and Brother Yang have heard it?" He then recited: "Strolling leisurely by the window, I saw a beautiful woman, her face like a fairy; I secretly thought of the emperor's affections, like a dream; pursuing pleasure, holding hands, indulging in the boudoir, making vows all night. A handful of sandalwood perfumed the air, announcing the morning court's departure and the evening return to the palace, leaving behind a silk handkerchief as payment for the night." Zhao Baochen said, "I've heard it too. It's about Jia Yi, the Military Advisor, young and handsome, with superb martial arts skills. He was a regular at Li Shishi's bedchamber. Since the current emperor arrived..." No one dared to come, but he took the opportunity to go to Li Shishi's place, rekindling his old flame. He even became jealous of the emperor and wrote this poem. Later, it reached the emperor's ears, and in a fit of rage, he demoted him to Qiongzhou (present-day Hainan Island) as a military advisor, never to return home. Yang Shangwen muttered curses under his breath, "A foolish emperor, a foolish emperor." Yan Qing advised, "Brother Yang, it's alright to say this here, but don't mention it again in the future, lest you bring trouble up with your words." Yang Shangwen said, "That's right, that's right. Thank you for reminding me, Brother Xiao Yi." These words awakened him from his reverie; cold sweat poured down his back, and his drunkenness vanished. He said, "I'll return to Jingkou now. Brother Xiao Yi, come visit sometime, and I'll do my best to be your host." Yan Qing said, "I've traveled all over the country; if I have time, I'll drink with Brother Yang until we're both drunk." In ancient times, when people shared similar sentiments, they became fast friends, lifelong confidants. Yan Qing was also a man of strong character, and he valued loyalty. He said, "If Brother Yang doesn't mind my humble origins, I will recognize Brother Yang as my elder brother. As long as you are alive, I will go through fire and water without hesitation." Yang Shangwen let out a long roar and said, "Today, let's borrow a place in the Prince's mansion and become sworn brothers. The young prince will be our witness." The two held hands and looked at each other, and they saw sincere tears in each other's eyes.

The Prodigal Yan Qing (4)

It is said that the Lu family mansion in Beijing is a beautiful place with elegant pavilions and waterside terraces, moonlit gardens and flower gardens. Small bridges span winding streams and ponds, and weeping willows shade the green windows and red doors. It is a scenic spot in the capital.

In the back garden, there is a pink wall path with winding railings and carved balustrades leading deep into the flowers and trees. It is dusk, and the spring colors are fading. The ancient incense burner is filled with wisps of smoke. The wife of Lu family mansion, Jia, is dressing up.

This Lady Jia was originally from a prestigious family. Her father, Jia Zhun, rose through the ranks to become Vice Chancellor, Privy Councilor, and Chancellor of the Secretariat and the Chancellery. In the third year of the Yuanfu era of Emperor Zhezong of Song, he retired to the capital. He had one son and three daughters. This Lady Lu was the third daughter. She was intelligent and quick-witted from a young age, with delicate features and a graceful figure, and was much loved by her parents.

The maid Xiao Dai filled the bathtub with water and sprinkled some rose petals, instantly filling the room with fragrance. She said, "Madam, the water temperature is just right. Let me serve you." Lady Jia hummed in agreement and stood up. A thin veil covered her body, but it could not conceal her exquisite figure. With light steps, a wisp of veil slipped to the ground, revealing her fair skin, as white as mutton fat jade, as white as snow, with a thousand curves that exuded charm.

Xiao Dai sighed, "Madam is truly beautiful, it's a pity about Master..." She had followed Jia since childhood, nominally mistress and servant, but their bond was like sisters. After accompanying Jia into the Lu family, she saw Master Lu spending his days practicing martial arts and honing his strength, seemingly indifferent to matters of the heart. She felt quite indignant for Madam.

Jia scolded, "Did you say that? Bring that thing here!" Xiao Dai sighed softly and took out a "horn-shaped" object from her bosom, about seven inches long and shaped like a banana.

Jia said, "Come, insert it into me." She lifted her pink buttocks slightly, revealing her full, beautiful vulva. Her vulva was slightly closed, fragrant and plump, like a freshly steamed bun, uniquely alluring.

Xiao Dai gently rubbed Jia's vulva with her slender fingers, touching her clitoris. Jia felt as if ants were biting inside, her desire burning fiercely. She could only let out a soft moan, her delicate body swaying, seemingly fragile. Unbeknownst to her, her vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids.

To understand why Jia Shi, shortly after marrying Master Lu, was neglected in her boudoir and forced to engage in illicit affairs with her maid, one must understand that Jia Shi was suffering in silence, unable to express her bitterness. The details will be revealed later.

Jia Shi moaned as she lay on the bathtub, her body limp and trembling, her hand caressing Xiao Dai's vulva. Tight and smooth, it resembled a newly opened bud, its fragrance filling the air.

Xiao Dai's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she gasped, "Madam, you have such skill! You're making me so itchy..." Having long been a womanizer, she knew the pleasures of the trade. With a firm grip, she thrust the penis deep into Jia Shi's vulva, and with each thrust, fluids gushed forth.

Jia, trembling, swayed her beautiful legs, unleashing her seductive charms, crying out incessantly, "Good Xiao Dai, it feels so good... go in a little deeper, mmm... mmm, I'm going to come... ah, I'm going to die..." Jia touched Xiao Dai's soft, slender hands as if touching a ball of fluffy cotton. Like dry tinder to a raging fire, her heart burned with desire. She embraced Xiao Dai's soft body, their tender faces pressed tightly together, rubbing and kneading each other's breasts, moaning softly. In a moment, the small room was filled with the fragrance of spring.

Jia's two full breasts, illuminated by the candlelight, were as white as jade, as soft as cotton, as lustrous and lovely as white jade. As they intertwined, their four long, slender legs stirred countless spring passions, arousing the desire within them, making their heads throb, their breaths grow heavy, sometimes kissing each other, sometimes nibbling together, their fragrant saliva swirling, navel to navel, vulva to vulva, pubic hair entwined, their legs intertwined and writhing in pleasure.

Xiao Dai's black hair was disheveled, her flower branches trembling wildly, she murmured softly, "Madam, how interesting..." Jia's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she moaned, "Good Xiao Dai, your little hole is so tight... If only I were a man, I'd fuck you to death..." But she pulled the horn from her own hole and inserted it into Xiao Dai's vulva. Their four little hands caressed and roamed freely, their flower hearts trembling, and they moaned softly.

Seeing that Madam was happy, Xiao Dai said, "Madam, please tell Master that I don't want to get married. I still want to serve you." She had other thoughts on her mind and looked down on Jiang Lao Er's sleazy ways. She hoped Madam could speak to Master Lu on her behalf.

Madam Jia inserted her tender scallion into Xiao Dai's vulva, the entrance wide open, the scene a blur of passion. She sighed softly, "You are so filial, but I'm afraid you're still thinking about Yan Qing and Xiao Yi. Master saw your intentions and that's why he's in such a hurry to marry you off. You know, he treats Xiao Yi like his own son, and you don't even know that." Madam Jia actually felt a pang of jealousy, both for Yan Qing and Xiao Yi's favor with Master Lu and for Xiao Dai's good fortune with Xiao Yi.

It was truly a scene of spring waters melting in the moonlight, the lotus pods already picked by the flower-picking prince.

Xiao Dai, with tears welling up in her eyes, cried out, "Madam, please have pity on me. I have followed you since I was a child. Even if I have not made any great contributions, I have certainly worked hard. I really do not want to marry you..." Her heart was breaking, and her tears were already overflowing.

Jia snorted, "Alright, alright. Don't spoil my good mood. You know how many young ladies outside dream of marrying Jiang Lao Er. For better or worse, he's highly valued by the master. If you follow him, you'll live a life of luxury and comfort. What are you crying about?" She abruptly pulled the horn from Xiao Dai's vagina, smacked it a few times, and said, "When did you get involved with Brother Xiao Yi? I've kept it a secret for so long. If Xiao Cui hadn't told me, I would still be completely in the dark." Xiao Dai sighed, "Xiao Cui is such a chatterbox. It's just that Xiao Dai is unlucky to have met this nemesis from her past life!" But her lips and eyes were full of charm as she gazed at the rose petals floating in the water. Her words seemed to contain regret, but in reality, she was deeply delighted.

That night, Xiao Dai served Jia to bed. After returning to her room, she was lighting the lamp with its gauze covering when she saw Yan Qing and Xiao Yi, draped in moonlight, gracefully approaching.

Yan Qing said, "Little Dai, let's go see the lotus flowers." At that moment, the croaking of frogs filled the air, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the breeze was gentle and the clouds were light. A mysterious allure

lingered in Yan Qing's eyes. Little Dai blushed and said, "It's late, it's not appropriate for a lone man and woman to be alone." Yan Qing smiled, "Such a beautiful night, perfect for viewing lotus flowers under the moon. Do you want to come?" A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, shattering the blossoms of a tree outside the window. Little Dai saw the emerald ripples shimmering with light, releasing a warm, delicate fragrance. Without thinking, she closed the door and followed Yan Qing to the pond.

Yan Qing remained silent, taking out a bamboo flute and beginning to play a melodious tune.

Little Dai nestled close to him. She couldn't understand the flute's mournful and tender notes, but felt a transparent coolness in the moonlit steps and the gentle breeze swaying the willows.

Her eyes no longer held the myriad lotus blossoms of the pond, nor the feeling of wind rustling through the pine forest. She was captivated by this tranquil night and these people, a beauty destined to become her eternal nightmare. But

enough of

this digression, let's return to the main point. Now, Jia Shi, who was washing and dressing, had lost interest due to Xiao Dai's interruption. Disgruntled, she finished dressing and came out. She heard Master Lu roaring and cursing in the front hall. She was greatly alarmed, thinking that he was usually so good-tempered; why was he angry, especially on this Lantern Festival night?

She strolled forward and, reaching the screen in the front hall, peeked out from behind the curtain. She saw Yan Qing and Xiao Yi kneeling silently on the ground, with several burly men standing behind them.

Master Lu berated, "How have I taught you? You don't respect me at all, daring to frequent brothels, even getting into fights and quarrels with women! Was this how I taught you to fight?" Yan Qing simply kowtowed to the ground, offering no argument, clearly in the wrong.

Master Lu grew angrier, saying, "The country has its laws, and the family has its rules. Bring me the cane!" Hearing this from behind, Jia's face paled. She thought, "What will happen? This fine young man will be badly beaten!"

Just then, Li Gu stepped out from behind Master Lu, carrying a round, shiny black stick. Master Lu took it and said, "Pull down his pants." The burly men rushed forward and quickly pulled down Yan Qing's pants. Jia's heart pounded. Yan Qing's buttocks were as white as jade, and even more stunning was his embroidered robe adorned with delicate, scattered gold petals. I had long heard that Yan Qing was covered in embroidered patterns, and now it seemed his body cascaded down to his buttocks; one could only imagine how alluring his upper body must be.

But then Li Gu said, "Master, please calm down. Yan Qing is young and impetuous; he needs more guidance. Beating him like this might harm his health." He was merely feigning concern, knowing that Master Lu was furious and wouldn't listen to advice. Besides, Master Lu was unaware of this; it was Li Gu who had deliberately revealed it, wanting to teach Yan Qing a lesson.

Master Lu shouted, "Beat him quickly! Beat him hard!" He threw the stick on the ground, slumped into his armchair in anger, though in reality, he felt a deep bitterness and frustration at Yan Qing's lack of ambition. The burly man

wielding the stick acted swiftly, and with a dozen or so blows, Yan Qing was left with torn flesh and a bloody mess.

Yan Qing gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, his body drenched in cold sweat, his cheeks convulsing and trembling, until he finally fainted.

In his unconscious state, Yan Qing vaguely heard a mournful sound. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that it was none other than Xiao Dai.

Her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her face was covered in tears. Yan Qing tried to sit up, but the pain in his lower body was unbearable, and he could not support himself. He let out a soft "ouch," which startled Xiao Dai awake from her sobbing.

Xiao Dai rushed forward to help him up, weeping, "You should lie down. If you get up, you will hurt your bones again." She had not left Yan Qing's side since he was carried in, but her heart was filled with endless tears, and she had already soaked several handkerchiefs with sobs.

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Little Dai, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious. The master's mercy is what I deserve." Little Dai cried, "Beating you like this, how can you say you've shown mercy? The master is too cruel." Yan Qing said, "You don't know, the master didn't really use any real force. Luckily, he only used a stick this time. He also has a thousand-year-old rattan staff from the Miao people of Yunnan. Years ago, he fought with the monk Mingjia of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. In just three moves, he made Mingjia vomit blood. You know, Mingjia practiced martial arts since childhood, and his body was incredibly strong. It's a pity I went to Sichuan that year and couldn't witness it in person. It's a great regret!" He was a martial arts enthusiast, and when he talked about the fight, his eyebrows danced with excitement, completely forgetting the injuries he had sustained from the staff.

Xiao Dai spat, "Don't tell me such things, I don't like hearing them. Perhaps the master is particularly fond of you; when I came, he asked me to bring this, saying it's for you to apply." With that, she took out a small glass bottle from her bosom, about three inches in size, with a screw-on silver cap. Opening it, a pungent odor wafted out, and Xiao Dai couldn't help but sneeze, saying, "What kind of medicine is this? It's so pungent!" Yan Qing smiled, "This is Yunnan Baiyao, specifically for treating external injuries; it's a top-grade wound medicine. This medicine was given to me by Lan Tianxing of the Miao and Dong tribes years ago, but this bottle came from the Western Regions; it's quite rare." Xiao Dai said, "Turn over, I'll apply it for you." Thinking about being intimate with him again, she couldn't help but feel a little shy.

Yan Qing looked at her and smiled, "Good sister, you've worked hard." He then turned over, removed his clothes, revealing a body of smooth, white skin, adorned with dazzling, intricately patterned tattoos. This was the final masterpiece of Guo Laolao, Beijing's most skilled tattoo artist.

It was said that after Guo Laolao finished tattooing Yan Qing, she lamented, "I will never achieve what I have today." She then retired from tattooing and never tattooed again. This gives an idea of how precious Yan Qing's body was.

Xiao Dai gently stroked and wiped his face, tears streaming down her face. She said, "My darling, you're having such a good time out there, but you've forgotten about me." Yan Qing's heart trembled. He knew Xiao Dai was deeply devoted, but his own promiscuous nature made him afraid he would betray her love. He said, "The master has already promised you to Lao Jiang. You'll have a good life with him. If Lao Jiang wrongs you, I'll punch him to death." Xiao Dai pressed her face against his buttocks, whimpering, "I don't want a good life. A life with you is a good life. I don't want to be a lady or a wife. Just being with you, even if I have to be your slave, I'll be happy. Brother Xiao Yi, the master loves you and always listens to you. Talk to the master and ask him to take me. I don't ask to be your wife or concubine; even being your maid would be enough." Heartbroken, she felt sorrow again, lamenting her tragic fate and her lonely, desolate life.

Hearing her passionate words, Yan Qing was captivated and murmured, "Good sister, good sister, what can Yan Qing do or be lucky about? I'm afraid that the master's words are as firm as a mountain and will never be changed. Besides... besides..." Xiao Dai covered his mouth and said, "Don't say it, don't say it, Brother Xiao Yi, I know. Xiao Dai is just saying it. Next month, Xiao Dai will be leaving. Brother Xiao Yi, don't forget me." Xiao Dai felt her body burning and her face flushed. Her fragrant soul was floating and her heart was broken into thousands of pieces.

There is a poem that says: Where has the person gone in the long night? No news. The fragrant pavilion is closed, the eyebrows are furrowed, the moon is about to sink, how can I bear not to look for him? I resent the lonely quilt. If

I could exchange my heart for yours, I would know how deep my longing is.

Prodigal Yan Qing (5)

After Lu Junyi beat Yan Qing, he just sat in the hall with a huff. Hearing the faint footsteps in the back hall, he knew that it was Madam Jia who had come.

Madam Jia bowed and said, "Greetings, husband. You were in such a bad temper just now, you almost beat Yan Qing to death." Master Lu said, "You don't know, we've always had high hopes for him, but he's so disappointing, daring to compete with others over a girl. This is unacceptable! You know, we business people never compete with others. As the saying goes, 'Harmony brings wealth.' But he's always causing trouble for me." Madam Jia said, "You know, my maid Xiao Dai has feelings for Brother Xiao Yi, and I think..." Although she said she hated Xiao Dai, she actually loved her quite a bit.

Upon hearing this, Master Lu said, "Even if I knew about this, Yan Qing and Xiao Yi haven't yet experienced the ways of the world, yet I still want them to go out and broaden their horizons. How can I be so sentimental? It just so happens that Jiang Lao Er is interested in her, so I agreed. You don't need to say more; it's settled. Is there anything else?" Madam Jia said softly, "Since I married into your family over a year ago, my husband has always been busy with his weapons and rarely comes to the house. Have I done something wrong?" Lu Junyi hurriedly said, "Oh dear, that is indeed my fault. This past year, I've been at a crucial stage in my martial arts training, and I've become distant from my wife. Fortunately, yesterday I reached the seventh level of my Taiyi Divine Skill. This time, I must cherish my wife more." He had been practicing his family's unique martial arts, and his internal strength cultivation was becoming increasingly profound, so he had become less interested in matters of love and romance.

Seeing Jia's peach-blossom cheeks, white with a rosy glow, he was overcome with desire and embraced her, placing his hands on her soft breasts. He felt their fullness and smoothness, and his engorged member stirred, eager to be explored.

Jia playfully scolded, "Hehe, don't you even know where you are..." But in her joy, her slender waist swayed like a long snake, and her small mouth murmured like a dream, sending a shiver down Lu's spine. His member stood erect, and he said, "My lady is so smooth, let me touch your little cunt... Oh, the water's already flowing." Jia said shyly, "I won't do it, my husband is so naughty..." As she spoke, she slowly removed her clothes, revealing a red gauze bodice. Her breasts were high and trembling, truly tempting.

Lu pressed her down on the armchair, lifted the red gauze, and forcefully grasped her white and tender breasts.

Jia let out a soft "hmm," her body going limp, her heart pounding, as she let her husband caress her gently.

Master Lu kissed and licked her, starting from her breasts, down her jade-like legs, all the way to her intoxicating vulva.

Jia moaned as if in a dream, her jade-like hands already grasping Master Lu's erect member, her long, slender legs stretched straight, her heart tingling and tingling, penetrating to the bone, her little mouth uttering sweet cries, her vulva already overflowing with countless drops of lustful fluid.

Seeing Jia's incessant moans, Master Lu knew she was aroused, so he lifted his large member and thrust it into her vulva. Her vulva, already moistened by the lustful fluid, was incredibly slippery, and Master Lu's penis slid smoothly into the depths of her vulva, reaching the very bottom of her cunt. With each thrust and withdrawal, Jia's heart pounded with ecstasy.

After this back-and-forth struggle, Jia couldn't withstand the master's unparalleled skill. Her strength gradually waned, and her vulva opened and closed repeatedly, her juices flowing in waves. She felt a surge of waves within her, a refreshing and intoxicating sensation.

She stretched her arms and swayed her hips, her exquisite orifice contracting and expanding, tightly gripping the master's manhood with a series of nibbling motions.

It should be known that Jia had deeply inherited the true teachings of the nun Miaoyin of the Wofo Temple in her youth, and her bedroom skills were considered unparalleled in Beijing.

Under her sucking and teasing, even with his unparalleled skill, the master's entire body felt as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, exceptionally relaxed, pleasurable, and abundant. He had already lost his senses, and his penis bounced dozens of times within her, releasing a series of "whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..." ejaculations, completely overwhelming her with that scalding heat within her exquisite vulva.

After helping the wealthy man Lu to dress, Jia sat in his lap, her head resting against him, and murmured, "My darling husband, how wonderful it would be if you could always be like this..." The wealthy man Lu said, "Indeed, my lovely lady, you were quite skilled today; that sizzling, burning sensation in your cunt." Jia blushed slightly and said, "Since I came to the Lu family, I still have no children, and I'm afraid of gossip. I've heard that Fajue Temple is very popular, especially the Guanyin statue that grants children; it's said to be very efficacious. I'd like to go and see it." The wealthy man Lu nodded and said, "That's excellent. I'll have Li Gu choose an auspicious day and draw a good fortune slip."

He was a devout Buddhist and believed in feng shui, and he was very pleased that his wife wanted to go to the temple.

However, while the couple were enjoying their erotic escapades, they were unaware that Li Gu had been spying on them from outside the window for some time. When he suddenly heard the wealthy man mention his name, his heart skipped a beat. At first, he thought he had been discovered, and he quickly lowered his head even further. Regaining his composure, he realized he hadn't given himself away. He chuckled softly, thinking, "My wife is going to Fajue Temple to pray for a child. I've always had a connection with Abbot Benyin there, so I should make the arrangements." The Lu family had always been connected to Buddhism, with a Buddhist shrine in their home. They were also generous to monks and nuns, often through Li Gu, who thus maintained connections with major Buddhist temples throughout Beijing. Thinking of his wife's exquisite beauty, he felt a sudden weakness wash over him.

Master Lu thought, "I wonder how Xiao Yi is? With his current skill, that beating shouldn't have harmed him." He moved lightly towards the inner wing on the left side of the hall, Yan Qing's residence. Even before entering, he heard the melodious sound of a flute.

He smiled slightly. He had always adored this servant boy; though nominally master and servant, their bond was like that of father and son. He was eight years older than Yan Qing and had no children of his own, so he had long regarded Yan Qing as his own son. As the saying goes, the deeper

the love, the greater the discipline. Hearing of Yan Qing's misdeeds outside, Lu Yuanwai was filled with resentment and thus attacked him, though he was also somewhat worried.

Lu Yuanwai stood outside the room listening for a while. Seeing the clear and bright sound of the flute, he knew Yan Qing was alright and felt relieved. When the flute music ended, he exclaimed, "Xiao Yi's flute playing is becoming increasingly exquisite! Was that 'Yangguan Sandie' you just played? Indeed, it was a lingering, melodious tune." Music reflects the heart. Yan Qing had just been severely beaten, yet he could still play such a vast and expansive piece on his sickbed, showing that he was broad-minded and not narrow-minded. Lu Yuanwai was naturally overjoyed.

Seeing Lu Yuanwai enter, Yan Qing hurriedly tried to get up, but Lu Yuanwai waved his hand, indicating he should remain lying down. Yan Qing said, "Master, I'm sorry to have troubled you. I won't do it again." He had known his master for a long time and didn't need many words, but the guilt in his heart was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Master Lu nodded and said, "You understand my heart, that's good. You should rest for a few days. I plan to send you out for a trip to gain some experience." Yan Qing said happily, "That's for the best. Master understands me best. I'm going crazy from staying cooped up at home all the time." He had always loved to travel and had traveled all over the country for many years, becoming familiar with the customs and dialects of various places. He also had a talent for speech, with a great memory and a natural silver tongue, which was a great help to Master Lu's business in the north and south.

Master Lu nodded: "The situation has been quite chaotic lately. Bandits are causing trouble everywhere, gathering in the woods to rob and plunder. Our goods from last year's end were robbed in Laizhou, Shandong, and several of our escort agency's leaders died. This time, several cartloads of Jiangnan silk are being transported to Lin'an, and I want you to secretly protect them." Yan Qing said: "Master, I will head south immediately and will certainly not delay you." Master Lu laughed: "No rush, no rush, it will be next month. Lin'an is not ready yet, and besides, your injuries have not healed. It's important to recover first." Seeing Yan Qing's excitement, he laughed: "You're in high spirits, how about we play a game?" Yan Qing said: "Please give me a three-stone handicap, otherwise I will not play." Master Lu was the best at gambling in Beijing, and although Yan Qing was intelligent, he was inferior in Go, so Master Lu always gave him a handicap.

Master Lu tapped Yan Qing's forehead with his index finger and laughed, "You little rascal, I'm happy to give you a four-card handicap this time. If you lose again, I'll make you pay." But let's leave that aside for now.

Meanwhile, Liang Yilian, son of Liang Zhongshu, returned home disappointed from Gu Chunlou and sat sullenly at home the next day.

Liang Zhongshu, the garrison commander of Daming Prefecture in Beijing, held immense power, controlling both the army and the people. His garrison residence was indeed magnificent. With its yellow roofs and green tiles, flying eaves and carved beams, it comprised nine courtyards and nine halls, pavilions, gardens, winding streams, and covered corridors—a replica of the imperial residence in Tokyo.

On this day, the sunlight was bright and warm, slanting across the blue-brick platform of the back garden. Liang Yilian lazily watched the various flowers in the flowerbed blooming in vibrant colors. The fragrance of flowers mingled with the fresh scent of grass and tender stems in the gentle breeze. A young woman approached, wearing a bright yellow brocade jacket embroidered with bees and butterflies playing with peonies, and a light pink floral skirt tied below. She moved gracefully, her beauty captivating. This young woman was none other than Youwei, Liang Zhongshu's ninth concubine.

Youwei was originally a famous leading lady in Hebei Bangzi opera, her voice clear and articulate, and more importantly, her melodious voice was like a sacred chant, captivating all who heard it. Liang Shijie was overjoyed upon seeing her, and although he was somewhat afraid of his wife, he still married her.

As for how beautiful Youwei was, one could say: "She was as graceful as jade, with a voice that lingered in the air. She was as charming as a flower, and sometimes she displayed a flirtatious demeanor." Her alluring eyes could easily seduce a lustful soul, her slender waist was adept at captivating a libertine's spirit. She surpassed even the most beautiful courtesans, more exquisite than a mere boy in disguise. A peerless beauty in the world of opera, truly an unparalleled femme fatale.

This Youwei, from the moment she entered the household, had become entangled with Liang Yilian in less than three months. Liang Yilian was a master of seduction and a leader in illicit affairs, while Youwei was a free spirit who sought out many more. Neither of them had any sense of shame; the maids and servants knew of their affair, but they kept it a secret from Liang Zhongshu.

Youwei smiled and said, "Oh, my young master, why are you staying home so bored on such a fine day? Don't you worry about ruining your health?" Her slender waist swayed, her alluring eyes darting about.

Liang Yilian, bored and seeing her seductive and wanton nature, quickly pulled her into his arms. They kissed, their lips meeting, their tongues intertwining, their fragrance mingling. Liang Yilian slipped his hand inside her undergarments, the touch smooth and hot, causing him to squeeze it forcefully.

Under his caresses, Youwei felt a sweet pleasure, her breasts perked up, and with a flick of her slender fingers, she removed the drawstring at his waist and ripped off his trousers.

She saw Liang Yilian's erect and thick penis, full and hot to the touch. She rubbed and twisted it, occasionally touching the glans with her fingertips. Liang Yilian's lust was intense; a little fluid welled up from the glans. Youwei touched some, finding it slippery and smooth like silk, and immediately put it in her mouth, smacking her lips a few times.

Overwhelmed by passion, Liang Yilian carried her into the inner room, threw her onto the chaise longue, and quickly removed her skirt and trousers.

Seeing her plump, glistening, fragrant, and tightly clenched vulva, he felt the heat rising from the entrance of her paradise, her juices flowing like a surging river. Knowing she was aroused, he hurriedly grasped his own penis, aimed it at her vagina, and with a single thrust, entered her tender, warm vulva.

The hot object thrust in and out of her vulva, causing her delicate branches to tremble, filling the air with fragrance, accompanied by continuous moans. The wet, sticky fluid splattered all over the bed with each thrust. After hundreds of thrusts, Youwei rolled over, straddling Liang Yilian, parting her jade-like thighs, her slender hands grasping his erect penis, guiding it into her flower-like opening, moving up and down in unison, crying out in pleasure.

Liang Yilian was a regular at brothels and knew a little about the erotic techniques used in those secret rooms. When the penis reached deep into her flower, it sucked and pecked at her clitoris, making Youwei's pores open in a blissful, indescribable pleasure. She moaned softly, her erotic songs filling the air. Although she was a former courtesan, a woman's stamina was limited. After hundreds of thrusts, she was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and utterly exhausted.

Liang Yilian then supported Youwei's pink buttocks with her hands and thrust her hips downwards. Her powerful thrusts were truly impressive, making Youwei feel joyful and comfortable, her vaginal fluids sliding down her erect penis.

After about an incense stick's time, Liang Yilian suddenly said, "Auntie, I heard you have some aphrodisiacs, but what do they look like?" Youwei, panting, replied, "You heartless man, you don't use your own, and you're eyeing some other girl?" She squatted down a few more times, and then Liang Yilian grasped his penis. She stood up, half-kneeling between his legs, opened her mouth, and took his penis in. She felt wave after wave of thick semen shooting into her mouth, which she swallowed eagerly.

Liang Yilian stopped talking and moved her mouth to her vulva, licking it with her long tongue, making Youwei moan and groan, her vaginal fluids gushing out and flowing into his mouth. Liang Yilian, too, swallowed it greedily, as if drinking nectar.

After some flirtatious caresses, the two embraced.

Liang Yilian said, "I have my eye on a woman named Gu Chunlou, but it's a bit troublesome. I originally wanted her, but that playboy Yan Qing got her first. I'm so angry about it. I wanted to find Gu Chunlou's madam, but the old hag said that with Prince Zhao protecting her, it's not easy to make a move." Youwei, while adjusting her clothes, laughed and said, "Oh, I've also heard of the playboy Yan Qing in Beijing. I wonder what kind of charming man he is, daring to mess with me." Liang Yilian spat and said, "He's the servant of Lu Junyi, the richest man in Beijing. Relying on the Lu family's wealth, he does whatever he wants. I'll see if he doesn't get into trouble one day." Her words were full of hatred, and she gritted her teeth as if she wanted to devour Yan Qing.

Youwei chuckled and said, "Look how much you hate me. How about this, I'll have Xianglan bring that thing over tomorrow. Use it sparingly, it's a rare treat." Liang Yilian chuckled and said, "That's right, that's right. What's that thing called again?" Youwei snorted and said, "It's called Beauty Grass, also known as Beauty Crisp. If you eat it, you'll be at my beck and call for three hours."

Prodigal Son Yan Qing (6)

Green willows and fragrant grasses on the long pavilion road, young people easily abandon each other. The broken dream at the top of the tower at dawn, the sorrow of parting under the flowers in the March rain.

Heartlessness is not as bitter as being affectionate, an inch becomes a thousand threads. The ends of the earth have an end, only longing has no end.

Tune: Magnolia Flower To describe Gu Chun, the Autumn Maiden at the top of the tower is full of affection, thinking of her all day long, hoping for that lovely person, the romantic wanderer. Since being seduced by Yan Qing, although the madam had been warned by Prince Zhao and dared not use force, her face became more and more ugly.

In the past, other girls would be hired to entertain customers after being "combed," but Qiu Niang refused to see any customers, insisting on selling her art but not her body. She secretly hoped that Yan Qing would come and redeem her, allowing her to escape this den of debauchery. The madam saw this and hated it, watching helplessly as so much money slipped away. She constantly made veiled insults, threw things around, and gave him attitudes that worsened day by day.

That day, the madam, unusually smiling, entered Qiu Niang's room and said, "My child, I haven't been in a good mood these days and haven't come to see you. What have you been doing?" Qiu Niang replied, "The spring scenery is vexing, and I have no way to pass the time, so I just burn incense and play the zither to while away the days." The madam said, "My child, you have such a refined taste! Seeing your beautiful face and elegant talent, I am truly blessed." She smiled broadly and continued, "My child, beautiful women have always had tragic fates. How many of the famous beauties throughout history have married well? My child, you know that once you enter this brothel, how can you not receive customers? If you insist on doing this, how can I, your mother, live? Besides, with your willfulness, I'm afraid you'll encounter some bad people in the future and cause trouble." Qiu Niang wept and said, "Mother's words..." "That makes sense. Being a courtesan means having to do such lowly work, but I'm still unwilling to accept it. If you feel sorry for me, Mother, please send a message to Yanqing. He will surely redeem me. You can ask for it then." The madam said helplessly, "My daughter is my heart and soul. Since you have such a request, I will definitely call Yanqing for you. I also hope that my daughter can find a good husband. But if Yanqing doesn't come, then I will have to make the decision." Qiu Niang sighed, "Mother, please rest assured. If that's the case, I can't do anything about it." The madam said, "Alright, it's settled then. I've made some bird's nest and red date soup. Drink it to nourish your body." Qiu Niang took the bowl of celadon soup. The aroma was enticing. When she drank it, it tasted sweet. After a while, she felt her body soften and drifted off to sleep.

Yan Qing was sitting on his couch that day, closing his eyes to circulate his qi and heal his wounds, when he suddenly heard light footsteps outside the door. He didn't pay much attention, assuming it was Xiao Dai coming to see him. Then

, a fragrance of apricot blossoms wafted into his nostrils, so enchanting it made him forget everything else. He knew it wasn't Xiao Dai, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a smiling face, a charming and alluring figure – it was his mistress , Jia.

Yan Qing was startled and hurriedly tried to get up to greet her, but Jia pressed his shoulder down, chuckling, "Lie down. You're injured, why aren't you resting? Come, let me see how badly you're hurt." Yan Qing quickly replied, "Madam, it's much better now. There's no need to look..." His mistress, after all, was not like a maid; it would be improper for her to expose her buttocks.

Madam Jia scolded, "I brought some good medicine. Hurry up and lie down, lest you make me angry." Yan Qing stammered, "Yes, but I'm just a lowly servant, and I'm truly sorry to trouble you, Madam." He lay down, his mind racing, unsure of what to do.

Madam Jia took out an embroidered brocade sachet from her bosom, saying, "This is a sacred healing medicine passed down from my ancestors. It can be applied externally and taken internally to promote muscle regeneration. Here, let me apply it for you." Her eyes sparkled, and her smile was charming, exuding a mature woman's allure.

Yan Qing looked at himself in the bronze mirror in front of the bed, and his heart skipped a beat, realizing something was amiss. Moreover, Madam Jia's voice was melodious, like the warbling of a nightingale, alluring to the bone. Yan Qing, accustomed to the ways of the world, was certainly aware of it. However, he was always loyal and righteous, and dared not harbor such fantasies.

At this moment, Jia's slender, smooth hands were gently tracing a path down his spine to his buttocks. Though she was applying medicine, her little fingers, seemingly intentional yet unintentional, were teasing the sensitive skin between his thighs. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and hurriedly asked, "Is Master here? I suddenly remembered something I need to ask him." Knowing he was a servant and couldn't afford to offend his mistress, he quickly said he had something to attend to, hoping to send her away so that she might have some leeway if his master was home.

Jia smiled softly, "Yes, Master went to Jiang Lao Er's rice shop in the East City to discuss marrying Xiao Dai. Brother Xiao Yi, do you really like Xiao Dai?" In her passion, her little hands lingered on his pubic hair, seeing the dark, muscular area, so alluring, and his heart burned.

Yan Qing forced himself to remain calm and said, "Yes, but it's just that Xiao Yi is not destined to be with Xiao Dai for life." Jia snorted, "What does Brother Xiao Yi like about Xiao Dai? Does he like her youth and beauty? If you like her, why would you dare to go to a brothel?" She said this but was angry in her heart. She pinched Yan Qing's inner thigh hard.

Yan Qing endured the pain, not daring to utter a sound, and said, "Yes, Xiao Yi will never dare to do it again. Master was right to punish me." Jia Shi said softly, "Brother Xiao Yi, it's rare that you like women, and you know how to care for them. Unlike your master, who is clueless about romance and doesn't like them... Do you know, do you know... your grandmother is so lonely..." She was extremely moved, and had already grasped Yan Qing's vigorous and erect penis. Her slender fingers touched the glans, gently stroked it a few times, and pulled back the foreskin. She hummed, "Brother Xiao Yi, it's rare that Master isn't home today. Please help your grandmother, take care of her. Your grandmother is suffering so much..." Her voice was sweet and soft, and her whole body was limp, already paralyzed on Yan Qing's body.

Yan Qing exclaimed in surprise, "Grandma, I dare not! If I did such a thing, Heaven and Earth would not tolerate it, and God and man would punish me! Grandma, get up quickly, don't let anyone see us..." Jia Shi ignored him, her small mouth kissing his back, her slender hands caressing him, her full breasts swaying, her expression alluring, humming incoherently. Yan Qing was terrified, not knowing what to do, unable to move or remain still. Even with his resourcefulness and intelligence, he was helpless.

Seeing that he wouldn't cooperate at all, Jia Shi slightly opened her lips and bit down hard on his back. Yan Qing's body trembled, his back a bloody mess, yet he didn't utter a sound, clearly enduring the pain to suppress his screams.

At this moment, Jia was consumed by lust, her vulva overflowing with love fluid. She forcefully turned Yan Qing's body slightly, her jade hands parting his thighs, her eyes hazy with desire, her small mouth taking his enormous member into her mouth, sucking and licking it back and forth. Her own small hands were constantly moving inside his vulva, causing his hair to become disheveled, his spring tide overflowing, his lust raging.

Yan Qing simply lay there, letting her do as she pleased. He could see Jia's two plump breasts, their tips protruding, truly white as jade, like solidified cream, while his penis, under Jia's sucking, grew even stronger. He quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look at that icy jade body any longer.

After a while, Yan Qing felt his penis between his legs becoming unbearably itchy from being sucked, and he became erect with pleasure. Knowing that he was about to ejaculate, he hurriedly said, "Grandma, I'm about to come..." Jia was still sucking wildly, as if drinking sweet wine, feeling the hot semen gushing out like a fountain, making his heart joyful and beautiful.

As the saying goes: Spring's passion fades, and tender feelings grow weary; the beauty no longer flaunts her splendor. She is self-absorbed, self-swallowing and self-spitting, the taste of which is profound.

Looking down at the sun, she lets herself drift, like a sail billowing on the waves. Her eyes are about to dissipate, her soul is broken and she cannot bear it any longer, she must discuss it again. In

"Looking at the Tide," Jia Shi took all of Yan Qing's vigorous semen into her mouth, some even overflowing before she could swallow it all. She then wiped it clean with her own white silk handkerchief. Still aroused, she used her mouth to caress Yan Qing's member, her cheeks flushed like a virgin's.

Yan Qing said, "Madam, hurry back. I dare not mention this matter again. I only hope that you will remember the kindness of my master and not put me in such an unjust position." Although he was passive, his heart was still filled with great pain, feeling that life was worse than death, and he felt ashamed of his master's deep kindness.

Jia looked at him affectionately, reluctantly saying, "Brother Xiao Yi, I'm going to Fajue Temple to offer incense in a few days. Will you come with me?" Yan Qing shook his head, saying, "Xiao Yi's injuries haven't healed yet, and I'm truly powerless. Madam, you can ask someone else." How to get rid of his mistress's entanglement was truly a headache for him.

Jia straightened her clothes, just staring at him intently, saying, "You heartless little devil... I'm afraid, I'm afraid you have no choice... you little devil..." Meanwhile, the madam saw Qiu Niang fall asleep and was overjoyed, raising her hand to pat her a few times. The door opened, and a young gentleman entered, wearing a mink coat and blue-and-white black-soled boots, with long eyebrows and a hooked nose. He was none other than Liang Yilian, the number one playboy in Beijing.

Upon seeing him, the madam beamed and rushed forward, saying, "Young Master Liang, that thing is indeed quite something. But what is it? Even a brothel like mine doesn't have any." Liang Yilian, however, ignored her, took out a large ingot of gold from his pocket, and slowly said, "Take this. Don't say anything more, or you'll be sorry." The madam, seeing the large ingot of gold, was overjoyed and hurriedly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Liang Yilian walked up to Qiu Niang and, seeing her graceful figure and beautiful face, couldn't help but swallow hard. He wished he could devour Qiu Niang alive, gnaw her white breasts, jade legs, and delicate vulva to pieces. His manhood was already eager to burst through his trousers.

He lewdly chuckled, "My beauty, today I'll show you my skills..." He bent down and removed Qiu Niang's clothes, revealing her fair, smooth, and exquisitely beautiful figure. The sight of this stunning woman made his heart tremble. Liang Yilian felt an unbearable itch, as if a thousand ants were biting his heart. His penis was erect and dripping with fluid. This was unbearable.

He quickly stripped off his own cumbersome clothes and, with his erect member, charged towards the beautiful woman on the crescent-shaped bed. Liang Yilian embraced Qiu Niang and kissed her from head to toe, his wet tongue licking her face until it was covered in saliva. Poor Qiu Niang was delirious, still believing in her lover in her dream. Her vulva was overflowing with love fluid, and her nipples, after being teased by him, stood erect like two bright red cherries. Her small mouth squeezed out intermittent moans and cries of pleasure.

Seeing her passion, Liang Yilian parted Qiu Niang's jade legs, stretched out his tongue to lick the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva, then extended his tongue tip and inserted it into her vulva, stirring it around inside, pressing against the inner walls of her vulva, and sucking.

Qiu Niang, in her sleep, thought it was Yan Qing Xiao Yi, moaning, "Brother Xiao Yi, this is going to kill me..."

She felt her vulva churning, the lustful fluid flowing endlessly, while her heart burned with a fiery heat, a soft, itchy sensation. Her small hands grasped Liang Yilian's hard member, stroking it back and forth, rubbing it against her pink face, and finally sucking it from her cherry-like mouth.

Liang Yilian, who was enjoying sucking on that wet vulva, suddenly felt his penis tremble wildly. Qiu Niang's sucking had greatly excited him, and his penis had grown several times its original size. He lewdly chuckled, "You little slut, still thinking about that kid even now... I'll fuck you to death!" His words were filled with hatred. He then thrust his tall, thick, hard penis between Qiu Niang's legs, aiming at her moist, dark cavern. With a "plop," he plunged in. Even in her dream, Qiu Niang cried out in pain. Her vulva was originally tight and narrow, unable to withstand such a massive object. However, the abundant vaginal fluids had made the penis somewhat lubricated, allowing it to penetrate completely.

Qiu Niang felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as he thrust in and out, as if her bones were being crushed to pieces. Her eyes were filled with wanton lust, and she cried out in a daze, "Good brother, just keep thrusting, thrust until you die... I'm going to melt, my heart is going to break..." Liang Yilian couldn't resist such sweet words. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he thrust and pounded relentlessly, thinking, "With this scheme, who knows when I'll be able to thrust again? I won't stop until I've fucked you until the world is turned upside down and your cunt is swollen!" He

continued to thrust fiercely, each stroke penetrating deep into her flower's core.

Qiu Niang collapsed onto the bed, her phoenix eyes glazed over, the tender flesh inside her vulva opening and closing, her beautiful figure both ecstatic and wild, completely intoxicated by that blissful moment. Liang Yilian thrust hundreds more times, but his strength gradually gave out, and his seminal gate felt numb and itchy. He knew something was wrong and took a pill from his clothes and swallowed it. This was originally the imperial aphrodisiac "Full House Red," used by Liang Zhongshu during his illicit affairs with his concubines. He had stolen several pills but never used them; now they came in handy.

Liang Yilian, head held high and chest puffed out, thrust in and out with a series of powerful "bangs." With each thrust, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but cry out, instantly becoming a virile and vigorous man, continuing his hundreds of thrusts. Qiu Niang, oblivious to the pain in her dream, felt her flower core being shattered, only immersed in a tingling, numb sensation. Her vaginal fluids gushed out, and her once delicate and tender vulva was now swollen and red. She still moaned and cried out, pushing her vulva upwards to meet Liang Yilian's thrusts, having already experienced several orgasms.

Liang Yilian thrust for about half an hour, feeling a heaviness in his waist and a dull ache in his penis. He then thrust a few more times, and his ejaculation was released, his countless offspring gushing forth, mingling with Qiu Niang's vaginal fluids as they seeped from her secret chamber. Liang Yilian cried out in pleasure, withdrew his penis, and pulled out a lot of blood. He knew he had inflicted great pain on Qiu Niang, and left triumphantly.

Several hours later, at cockcrow, Qiu Niang suddenly awoke, but was dizzy, weak, and in excruciating pain in her vagina, unable to get out of bed. She cried out inwardly, realizing she had been tricked. Tears streamed down her face, her heart filled with sorrow. She thought, "I had hoped to find a good husband, to escape this sea of suffering, but I never expected... I never expected... I've become a withered willow, how can I be worthy of him?" The door creaked open, and the madam entered. Seeing that Qiu Niang couldn't get out of bed, she ordered the pimp to boil water for her to wash her face.

She was ashen-faced and her lips were like wax; her hair was disheveled and her waist was slender. Her starry eyes were tightly closed, too lazy to open, and her jade-like body felt heavy as a mountain.

The madam, seeing her wretched appearance, was secretly alarmed and said, "My child, since you're like this, just put down your airs. Since ancient times, what brothel doesn't accept customers? I overheard everything outside just now; I suppose you've tasted the pleasures, haven't you become a celestial being?" Qiu Niang sighed, "Mother, you've caused me so much suffering. Please, just let me rest for a few days." Utterly despondent and pitying her fate, she resigned herself to accepting customers wholeheartedly. From then on, carriages and horses flocked to Gu Chun Lou.

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