[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 12

Chapter 44: A Luo and Yu Yan -

Day Two. Zhang Xiaoyu originally planned to go to Mantuo Manor, but he couldn't find an excuse. He couldn't very well just say he wanted to see the beauty Wang Yuyan.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu decided to try his luck. He said he wanted to see the scenery on the surrounding water and then go out with A Zhu, A Bi, and Xiao He. Even if they didn't encounter Mantuo Manor, they could still have some fun with the three girls.

The girls didn't object to Zhang Xiaoyu's suggestion. A Bi and Xiao He were especially happy; how could they not be happy to travel with their beloved?

This time, with four people, they switched to a slightly larger boat and rowed on the lake. Looking at the gently rippling surface and the three women's beautiful smiling faces, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh, "The scenery on the lake is endlessly beautiful. To have the three of you as my companions, to sail here, even being an immortal wouldn't be this joyful." Abi smiled gently and said, "Here, heading southeast, there are the most tributaries. Aside from the local fishermen, it's not easy for anyone to find their way. Once we enter Baiqu Lake, that monk won't be able to catch us anymore." Azhu and Abi rowed the boat slowly, holding the oars. Zhang Xiaoyu lay flat on the bottom of the boat, one hand holding Xiaohe's delicate hand, enjoying its smoothness. Xiaohe sat beside Zhang Xiaoyu, her face flushed, letting him do as he pleased, her affectionate eyes gazing at his handsome face. At this moment, apart from the sound of oars and the soft rustling of water chestnut leaves against the boat, all was quiet. A gentle breeze on the lake carried a faint fragrance of flowers. Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "It would be wonderful to have a big boat and live like this with my wives for the rest of my life." After a long while, Zhang Xiaoyu was about to close his eyes and fall asleep when he suddenly heard Abi chuckle softly and whisper, "Sister Azhu, come here." Azhu also whispered, "What is it?" Abi said, "Come here, I'll tell you something." Azhu put down the oars and went to the stern to sit down. Abi leaned against her shoulder and whispered with a smile in her ear, "You need to think of a way, I'm in a real hurry." Azhu asked with a smile, "What's the matter that's urgent?" Abi said, "Keep your voice down. Is your brother asleep?" Azhu said, "How would I know? Ask him yourself, or let Xiaohe ask him." Abi said, "No need, Sister Azhu, I...I...I need to relieve myself." The two of them spoke in hushed tones, but Zhang Xiaoyu, with his strong inner strength, naturally heard them clearly. Hearing Abi say this, he found it amusing. He wondered if Abi was shy about relieving herself in front of him or afraid that Azhu would find out about their affair, and that she was even trying to avoid him when she needed to relieve herself. Suddenly, he remembered that this was the scene that happened when Duan Yu went to Mantuo Manor.

Suddenly, Azhu chuckled softly, "Your little brother is asleep. You can go relieve yourself now." Abi said shyly, "Isn't that inappropriate? What if I'm halfway through and your little brother wants to come up?" Azhu couldn't help but giggle, quickly covering her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "What does it matter? Everyone needs to relieve themselves, it's nothing unusual." At the same time, she thought to herself: You little brat, I wonder how many times that little lecher has taken advantage of me, and she thinks I don't know. Abi didn't know that Azhu had been listening to her beautiful voice for two days in a row. She shook Azhu's body and pleaded, "Good sister, please think of a way." Azhu said, "I'll block it for you. You can go relieve yourself now, and even if your little brother wakes up, he won't be able to see you." Abi said, "There's a sound, how come I can't hear it? I...I..." Azhu suddenly giggled again and said, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't said anything, I would have forgotten. But after you kept nagging me, I also need to relieve myself. It's only halfway from here to the Wang family's maternal uncle's residence..." "Let's just row over there to relieve ourselves." Abi said, "Aunt Wang forbids us from coming over. If we're discovered, she'll definitely slap us a few times." Azhu said, "It's alright. We'll sneak ashore, relieve ourselves, and come right back. How could Aunt Wang know?" Abi said, "That's a good idea." After a moment's thought, she said, "Let's wake up our little brother and go relieve ourselves too. Otherwise, it'll be embarrassing if he can't find a place to go later." Azhu thought to herself: You really care about your lecherous husband. You didn't even tell me about this.

Xiaohe patted Zhang Xiaoyu, who hadn't fallen asleep, and quickly pretended to wake up. "Little brother, do you want to relieve yourself?" Although Abi was trying to hide her relationship with Zhang Xiaoyu from Azhu, her eyes had already betrayed her.

"Sure, I was just about to relieve myself." Zhang Xiaoyu also took advantage of the situation, which actually gave him a chance to go to Mantuo Manor.

Abi smiled and said to Zhang Xiaoyu, "Not far ahead is the home of our relatives surnamed Wang. Brother, you can relieve yourself ashore. However, Mrs. Wang has a very strange temper and doesn't allow strange men to come to her house. Once you're ashore, you must immediately return to the boat; let's not cause trouble here." The small boat rounded a row of weeping willows, and in the distance, a cluster of flowering trees reflected in the water, their red blossoms as vibrant as rosy clouds. Azhu rowed the boat straight towards the camellia trees. Reaching the shore, all that could be seen were vibrant red and white camellias; no houses were in sight.

Seeing the vast expanse of camellias, Zhang Xiaoyu thought that Mantuo Manor was indeed as described in the books, filled with camellias everywhere.

Azhu moored the boat to the shore and smiled, "Brother, we'll go in for a little while and come right back." Taking Abi's hand, she was about to leap ashore when she suddenly heard light footsteps in the flower grove, and a small woman in green robes emerged.

Xiao Huan, holding a bunch of flowers, saw A Zhu and A Bi and hurried over, her face full of joy. She said, "A Zhu and A Bi, how dare you sneak out here again! Madam said, 'Two little maids, have a cross cut across your faces with a knife, ruining your beautiful appearances.'" A Zhu smiled and said, "Sister Youcao, isn't Auntie home?" Xiao Huan Youcao glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, her face immediately turning red. She quickly turned to A Zhu and A Bi and smiled, "Madam also said, 'Two little hussies brought a strange man to Mantuo Manor. Quickly cut off that man's legs!'" Before she finished speaking, she was already smiling.

Abi patted her chest and said, "Sister Youcao, don't scare me. Is it true or false?" Azhu laughed, "Abi, don't be frightened. If Auntie were home, would this girl dare to be so cheeky? Sister Youcao, where is Auntie?" Youcao laughed, "Pah! How old are you? You dare call yourself my sister? You little rascal, you actually guessed that Madam wasn't home." She sighed softly and said, "Sisters Azhu and Abi, it's so hard for you to come here. I really wanted to keep you here for a day or two. But..." She shook her head. Abi said, "I also want to keep you company a little longer. Sister Youcao, when will you come to our village? I'll stay with you for three days and three nights without getting tired, okay?" The two girls said as they jumped ashore. Abi whispered a few words in Youcao's ear. Youcao chuckled and glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu. Abi's face immediately turned bright red. Youcao, holding Azhu's hand in one hand and Abi's in the other, laughed and said, "Let's go inside." Abi turned her head and said, "Little brother, please wait here for a while, we'll be right back." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Okay!" He watched the three maids walk hand in hand into the flower grove, all smiles.

Zhang Xiaoyu went ashore and sat by the small boat for a while. Feeling bored, he thought, "I should go in and take a look myself." So he asked Xiaohe to watch the boat and went in. He saw that there were no other flowers in the flower grove except for camellias. There wasn't even a single common morning glory, rose, or wild rose. The camellias planted were all quite ordinary, their only advantage being that there were "many" of them. After walking several dozen feet, he saw that there were more and more varieties of camellias. Occasionally, there was one or two that looked quite good, but they were all not planted properly. He thought to himself, "This estate is a waste of its name, 'Mandala,' yet it has ruined such fine camellia varieties." Zhang Xiaoyu was quite knowledgeable about flowers. His four older sisters from his previous life all liked to teach him what they loved, and his third sister was particularly fond of flowers.

As he walked, he suddenly heard someone speaking. It was A'Zhu's voice, so Zhang Xiaoyu listened attentively.

He heard A'Zhu say, "Young Master is in good health and has a good appetite. In the past two months, he has been practicing the Beggars' Sect's 'Dog-Beating Stick Technique,' presumably to spar with some members of the Beggars' Sect." Then, a woman's voice let out a soft sigh.

In an instant, Zhang Xiaoyu was jolted, his heart pounding. He thought, "That sigh is so beautiful, how can there be such a sound in the world?" He then heard the voice softly ask, "Where is he going this time?" A'Zhu replied, "When the young master left, he said he was going to Luoyang to meet some of the Beggars' Sect's best fighters. Brother Deng is going with him. Don't worry, young lady." Upon hearing A'Zhu call him "young lady," a name immediately came to Zhang Xiaoyu's mind: Wang Yuyan, the most beautiful woman in Tianlong.

The woman said leisurely, "The Beggars' Sect's 'Dog-Beating Staff Technique' and 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms' are two divine skills, closely guarded secrets of the Beggars' Sect. Even if you piece together the manuals from your 'Returning Water Pavilion' and my family's 'Langhuan Jade Cave,' you'll only have some incomplete staff and palm techniques. The internal energy cultivation method is completely missing. How will your young master practice them?" A'Zhu said, "My young master said: 'Since the internal energy cultivation method of the 'Dog-Beating Staff Technique' was created by someone, why couldn't they come up with it? Having the staff technique, it's not difficult to add the internal energy cultivation method myself.'" Then the woman added lightly... He sighed softly and said, "Even if he could create it, it probably wouldn't be a matter of ten or eight years. How could it be done overnight? Did you see the young master practicing his staff technique? Was there any difficulty or blockage?" A'Zhu said, "The young master's staff technique is very fast, flowing smoothly from beginning to end..." The woman exclaimed softly, "Oh no! He... he really is very fast?" A'Zhu said, "Yes, is there something wrong?" The woman said, "Of course not. Although I know the mental techniques of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique..." "I don't know, but judging from the staff techniques, some moves are definitely better the slower they are, while others require sudden changes in speed, with fast and slow interspersed. That's for sure. He... he was only trying to be fast, and he got into a fight with the experts in the Beggars' Sect. I'm afraid... I'm afraid... do you... do you have any way to send a message to the young master?" A'Zhu only hummed in agreement and said, "We don't know where the young master is staying, nor do we know if he has already met with the elders of the Beggars' Sect. When the young master left, he said that the Beggars' Sect wrongly accused him of killing them." "Vice Chief Ma went to Luoyang to explain this matter, not to fight with the Beggars' Sect. Otherwise, he and Brother Deng would ultimately be outnumbered. The only concern is that things might not go smoothly, and a disagreement might arise..." Abi asked, "Miss, is it really inappropriate to use the Dog-Beating Stick Technique so quickly?" The woman replied, "Of course it's inappropriate. What else is there to say? Why didn't he come to see me before he left?" She lightly stamped her foot, sounding both annoyed and concerned, yet her voice remained soft and melodious.

Zhang Xiaoyu immediately emerged from behind the camellia bushes. "Miss, don't worry, Young Master Murong's meeting with the Beggars' Sect is still ten days away." "Really? How did you know?" The young woman was startled by the sudden appearance of someone, but she was very worried about Murong Fu and immediately stopped asking where Zhang Xiaoyu came from.

Zhang Xiaoyu finally saw the most beautiful woman in the novel. Her eyes were clear and bright, sparkling with life. Her small mouth was half-open, but covered by a delicate hand, obscuring her view and revealing only a glimpse of her full, moist red lips. Her nose was delicate and refined, her cheeks beautifully contoured, her skin smooth and flawless, a faint blush spreading across her face. A hint of shyness in her eyes made her even more endearing. Her long hair cascaded down her back, gently held back by a silver ribbon. Her figure was slender and graceful, and a lotus-colored silk dress made her seem otherworldly; her aura was like that of a celestial being descended to earth—truly beautiful.

"I heard about this in Wuxi a few days ago," Wang Yuyan said. Although she was very beautiful, her own wives were also quite attractive, especially those she had been with many times—not only beautiful, but also incredibly alluring.

"Oh, that's good." Wang Yuyan was relieved to hear Zhang Xiaoyu's words. Suddenly remembering that the man's origins were unknown, she asked Zhang Xiaoyu, "Who are you, and how did you get here?" A'Zhu hurriedly replied, "Miss, he came with us. We'll go now." Wang Yuyan said, "Wait, I need to write a letter to him, explaining that if we have to fight the Beggars' Sect, we must not use the Dog-Beating Stick Technique. Just use our original martial arts. We can't 'fight fire with fire,' otherwise there's nothing we can do. You take this and find a way to give it to him." A'Zhu hesitated, "This... Auntie once said..." Wang Yuyan said, "What? You only listen to Madam, not me?" Her words seemed to contain a hint of anger. A'Zhu hurriedly said, "As long as you don't let Auntie know, I will obey. Besides, this is beneficial to Young Master." Wang Yuyan said, "Come with me to the room to get the letter." A'Zhu still hesitated, but reluctantly replied, "Yes!" Zhang Xiaoyu felt nothing when he heard Wang Yuyan's concern for Murong Fu. The Wang Yuyan in the original book had never aroused Zhang Xiaoyu's interest; a woman who seemed indifferent was indeed uninteresting.

After getting the letter, the three returned to the boat to meet Xiaohe, and A'Zhu and A'Bi started rowing.

Suddenly, A'Zhu exclaimed, "Ah! Auntie... Auntie is back!" Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw a fast boat speeding towards them on the lake, arriving in the blink of an eye. The bow of the fast boat was painted with colorful flowers, which, as it got closer, became clear that they were all camellias. A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Xiaohe stood up, bowing their heads with extreme respect. Abi gestured to Zhang Xiaoyu, urging him to stand up. Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and shook his head, saying, "Don't be afraid, I've got you covered." Just then, a woman's voice boomed from the speedboat, "What man dares to trespass on Mantuo Manor? Haven't you heard that any uninvited man who comes here has his legs cut off?" The voice was both authoritative and melodious.

Zhang Xiaoyu addressed the boat, "These 'ordinary men' don't include me. I'm no ordinary man." "Is that so? Then I'll see what makes you so extraordinary." A tinkling sound of jade pendants filled the air, and pairs of women in green robes, dressed as maids, emerged from the speedboat, each wielding a long sword. In an instant, the blades flashed like frost, their light reflecting off the flowers. Nine pairs of women emerged. Eighteen women lined up in two rows, swords at their waists, pointing diagonally upwards. After they all stood still, another woman stepped out of the boat.

Zhang Xiaoyu was surprised to see a middle-aged beauty, undoubtedly A'Luo. She resembled Wang Yuyan, but possessed a more mature and alluring charm. Only a woman like her would pique Zhang Xiaoyu's interest. When

Madam Wang came out and saw Zhang Xiaoyu, she was slightly taken aback. She had never seen such a handsome man before; even Murong Fu and the young Duan Zhengchun paled in comparison.

At that moment, two maids in green robes emerged from the cabin, each carrying an iron chain, dragging two men out. Both men had their hands bound behind their backs and looked dejected. One had refined features, appearing to be from a wealthy family.

Madam Wang said to one of them, "You are clearly from Dali, why are you denying it?" The man replied, "I am from Yunnan. My hometown is within the territory of the Song Dynasty, not the Dali Kingdom." Madam Wang asked, "How far is your hometown from the Dali Kingdom?" "More than four hundred li." "Less than five hundred li, so you are considered a Dali citizen. Go and bury him alive under the Datura flowers to be used as fertilizer." The man shouted, "What have I done wrong? Explain yourself, or I will die with my eyes open." Madam Wang sneered, "Anyone from the Dali Kingdom, or anyone with the surname Duan, whoever runs into me will be buried alive. What are you doing in Suzhou? Since you've come to Suzhou, why are you still speaking with a strong Dali accent and shouting loudly in the restaurant? Although you are not from the Dali Kingdom, you are close to it, so we'll treat you the same way." With a wave of her hand, a maid pulled Tang Guangxiong away. Whether the man had been acupunctured or was seriously injured, he had no power to resist. He could only shout, "There is no such rule in the world! There are millions of people in Dali Kingdom. Can you kill them all?" He was then pulled into the flower forest and walked further and further away, his shouts growing fainter.

Madam Wang slightly turned her head and said to the handsome young man, "What do you say?" The man suddenly knelt down, pleading, "My father is an official in the capital, and I am his only son. I beg you, Madam, to spare my life. Whatever you command, my father will grant it." Madam Wang coldly replied, "Do you think I don't know your father is a high-ranking official? Sparing your life is not difficult. Go back today and kill your wife immediately. Tomorrow, marry the Miao girl you secretly met outside. You must complete all the formalities, from marriage to marriage. Is that acceptable?" The young man said, "This... I really can't bring myself to kill my wife. My parents would never agree to a proper marriage to Miao. This is not my..." Madam Wang said, "Take him away and bury him alive!" The maid who was leading him replied, "Yes!" and dragged away the iron chain. The young man trembled with fear and said, "I...I agree." Madam Wang said, "Xiao Cui, you escort him back to Suzhou City and watch him kill his wife and marry Miss Miao before you return." Xiao Cui replied, "Yes!" She pulled the young man and walked towards a small boat moored on the shore.

The young man pleaded, "Madam, please have mercy. My wife has no grudge against you, and you don't even know Miss Miao. Why are you helping her and forcing me to kill my wife and marry another? I...I've never known you before, and I've never...never dared to offend you." Madam Wang said, "You already have a wife, so you shouldn't be bothering other girls. Since you've used sweet words to deceive her, you must marry her. I don't care if I hear about such things, but if I do, I'll handle it this way. This isn't the first time you've done this, so why are you complaining? Xiao Cui, how many times has this happened?" Xiao Cui said, "I've handled seven such cases in Changshu, Danyang, Wuxi, Jiaxing, and other places. Xiao Lan and Xiao Shi have also handled some." Zhang Xiaoyu Knowing that Madam Wang's cruel heart was all due to Duan Zhengchun's provocation, he didn't want her to harm anyone for no reason, so he hurriedly said, "Wait, these two have no grudge against you, how can you be so cruel?" Madam Wang said to Zhang Xiaoyu, "It seems you want to stand up for them." "I'm just doing this to accumulate good karma for you, Madam. How about this, Madam, let's have a contest. If I win, you can let them go; if I lose, you can do whatever you want with them." "You're already in my Mantuo Manor. Even if I don't compete with you, you'll still be at my mercy. Do you think I'll agree?" Although Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance surprised Madam Wang, it didn't seem to make her feel any goodwill towards him.

"I believe Madam will agree. Don't you find it boring? It's quite fun to have someone to play with. Besides, even if I'm here at Mantuo Manor, what can you do to me?" Zhang Xiaoyu finished speaking and struck a boulder not far away with his palm. With a loud boom, the boulder shattered into pieces instantly. Madam Wang was stunned by Zhang Xiaoyu's palm strike; it was a strike from a distance, entirely relying on internal force. Although Abi knew that Zhang Xiaoyu's martial arts were powerful, she didn't know they were this powerful. Abi was overjoyed that her beloved was so skilled. Xiaohe also looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with admiration. Azhu had no idea that Zhang Xiaoyu knew martial arts. Seeing this, a light flashed in Azhu's beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't see it, otherwise he would have found it strange, because that look was like that of someone who had spotted prey.

"Alright, you are indeed no ordinary man. You are the strongest martial artist I have ever seen. I believe that if you want to leave, even if you take these two men with you, I cannot stop you. So why do you still want to fight me? Isn't that unnecessary?" Madam Wang asked, puzzled.

"First of all, I don't want to leave here right now. This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen, and I haven't had enough fun yet. Secondly, although I can take these two men with me, A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Xiao He are also here. I can't take care of so many people, and Madam will definitely not let them off afterward. Since I came with them, I naturally won't let them suffer any grievances or harm. Thirdly, sister, you are so beautiful, I don't want to fight with you." Zhang Xiaoyu said with great confidence, while unconsciously referring to Madam as sister.

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, Madam Wang was secretly pleased. No woman dislikes being praised for her beauty, and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes. "I've seen many men in the world who are fickle and heartless, but you seem so loyal and righteous. I wonder if it's genuine or not?" "Time will tell. In time, you'll naturally know whether it's true or not." "Alright, then I'll have a competition with you. What do you want to compete in?" "I see that your Mantuo Manor is full of camellias, so you must really like them and know a lot about them. Why don't we compete in our understanding of camellias?" "Okay, but it seems you're at a disadvantage in that case." Madam Wang had been cultivating camellias for decades and was naturally very confident in herself.

"I'd be happy to suffer such a loss at the hands of a beauty like you, sister." Zhang Xiaoyu blurted out without thinking.

Madam Wang was taken aback by his words. Her face turned cold. "Hmph, enough with the glib talk. Let's begin."

Chapter 45: Subduing A'Luo.

Seeing that Madam Wang had agreed, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Alright, then I'll start. Let's talk about these pots in front of you, sister. One of them is called 'Red Makeup in White,' and another is called 'Scratching a Beauty's Face.'" Madam Wang asked curiously, "'Scratching a Beauty's Face'? Why is that name so strange? Which one is it?"

Seeing that Madam Wang's attention had been successfully captured, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Sister, we can't just stand here and talk, can we?" Madam Wang was quite pleased to hear that these four camellias each had a special name. She smiled and said, "Good! Xiao Shi, tell the kitchen to prepare a banquet at 'Yun Jin Lou' to entertain Young Master Duan." Xiao Shi agreed and went to do so.

A'Bi and A'Zhu looked at each other, and were overjoyed to see that Madam Wang, who was never polite to men, was treating Zhang Xiaoyu with the utmost respect today.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Then thank you, sister." Madam Wang said, "It is an honor for Mantuo Manor that you, young master, have come." The two walked forward politely. Madam Wang accompanied Zhang Xiaoyu through the flower forest, across the stone bridge, and along the path, until they arrived at a small building. Zhang Xiaoyu saw a plaque under the eaves of the building with three dark green seal characters that read "Yunjin Building." Camellias were planted all around the building. Zhang Xiaoyu had seen many camellias in Dali, but these camellias there were only third- or fourth-rate. Compared to this exquisite building, they seemed rather incongruous.

Madam Wang said, "Young master, I have many varieties of camellias here. I wonder if you are familiar with them all?" Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to a camellia with five colors in front of the building and said, "I suppose you treasure this one. Hmm, the jade railing beside the flower is genuine Hetian jade. It's very beautiful, very beautiful." He praised the railing beside the flower but didn't say a word about the flower itself, just like when commenting on someone's calligraphy, he only praised the black ink and the precious paper.

This camellia bush has red, white, purple, and yellow flowers, its colors extremely rich and gorgeous, and Madam Wang has always regarded it as a treasure. Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "Madam, what is this flower called in Jiangnan?" Madam Wang replied, "We don't have a special name for it, we just call it the Five-Colored Camellia." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "In Dali, it's called 'The Failed Scholar.'" Madam Wang spat and said, "That's an awful name, you probably made it up. This flower is magnificent, how does it resemble a failed scholar? And how do you know it has such a name in Dali? Are you from Dali?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "I've only been to Dali for a visit, I'm a citizen of the Great Song Dynasty. As for the name of this flower, Madam, you can count how many colors this flower has." "Colors." Madam Wang said, "I've already counted them, there are at least fifteen or sixteen kinds." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "There are seventeen colors in total. There is a famous camellia in Dali called 'Eighteen Scholars,' which is the finest in the world. Each plant has eighteen flowers, each a different color. The red ones are pure red, the purple ones are pure purple, there is absolutely no mixing. Moreover, each of the eighteen flowers has a different shape, each with its own unique beauty. They bloom all at the same time and wither all at the same time. Have you ever seen it, Madam?" Madam Wang listened blankly, then shook her head and said, "There is such a camellia in the world! I've never even heard of it." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Next to 'Eighteen Scholars,' there is 'Thirteen... "Taibao" has thirteen different colored camellias on one plant; "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" has eight different colored camellias on one plant; "Seven Fairies" has seven camellias; "Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust" has three camellias; and "Two Qiaos" has two camellias, one red and one white. These camellias must be pure colors; if they are red with white or white with purple, they are considered inferior." Madam Wang couldn't help but look up wistfully, and softly muttered to herself, "Why did he never tell me this?" Zhang Xiaoyu knew that Madam Wang was referring to Duan Zhengchun, and continued, "'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea' must have one deep purple and one light red flower, those are Tieguai Li and He Xiangu. If these two colors are missing, although it is eight..." "Even unusual flowers can't be considered 'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea,' they're called 'Eight Treasures Makeup,' which is also a famous variety, but it's a level below 'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.'" Madam Wang said, "I see." Zhang Xiaoyu continued, "Furthermore, regarding the 'Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust,' there are also genuine and secondary varieties. For genuine varieties, the largest of the three flowers must be the purple one, which is Qiu Ran Ke; the next largest is the white one, which is Li Jing; and the smallest is the most beautiful red one, which is Hong Fu Nu. If the red flower is larger than the purple or white flower, it is a secondary variety, and its status is much lower." As the saying goes, "as familiar as family treasures," these various camellias were originally treasures in Duan Yu's family, so he was very familiar with them when he spoke of them. Madam Wang listened with great interest, sighing, "I've never even seen a second-rate variety, let alone the first-rate." Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to the five-colored camellia and said, "This kind of camellia, in terms of color, is one color less than the Eighteen Scholars, and it's also mixed and impure. It blooms at different times, and the flowers vary in size. It tries to imitate the Eighteen Scholars in every way, but it never quite gets it right. Isn't it just a half-baked scholar? That's why we call it 'The Failed Scholar.'" Madam Wang couldn't help but chuckle and said, "That's quite a sharp and sarcastic name. It must have been come up with by a scholar." At this point, Madam Wang was completely convinced of Zhang Xiaoyu's knowledge of camellia characteristics, and immediately led him up to the Yunjin Tower. Zhang Xiaoyu saw the lavish furnishings upstairs. A central painting depicted a peacock spreading its tail feathers, flanked by a wooden couplet that read, "The lacquer leaves are dense with clouds, the camellias are as beautiful as snow." Soon, a banquet was held. Madam Wang invited Duan Yu to take the seat of honor, while she herself sat at the lower end to keep him company.

Madam Wang was lost in thought for a while before changing the subject, saying, "Just now, I heard you speak so eloquently about the varieties of camellias, which enlightened me greatly. The four white camellias I acquired this time, the florists in Suzhou call them 'Full Moon,' but you say one is called 'Red Makeup and White Robe,' and another is called 'Scratched Beauty's Face.' I don't know how to distinguish them; I would like to hear your explanation." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "The one with large white flowers and faint black spots is called 'Full Moon.' Those black spots are the cassia branches in the moon. The one with white petals..." "The one with two olive pit-like black spots is called 'Eye-Charming'," said Madam Wang happily. "That's a good name." Zhang Xiaoyu continued, "The one with white petals and red spots is called 'Red Makeup and White Robe.' The one with white petals and a touch of green and a red streak is called 'Scratched Beauty's Face,' but if there are too many red streaks, it's no longer 'Scratched Beauty's Face,' it's called 'Leaning on the Railing.' Madam, please think about it, all beauties should be quiet and gentle. If they occasionally scratch a bloody line on their face, they wouldn't just..." Even if she were to roughly pluck or damage her makeup, she wouldn't get scratched. It's only when playing with a parrot that she might get a scratch, which is to be expected. Therefore, that green tinge on the petals is essential; it must be from a green-feathered parrot. If her face were covered in scratches, it would be like a beauty constantly fighting with people—what beauty would that be? Madam Wang, who had been nodding in agreement and quite pleased, suddenly frowned and snapped, "Are you mocking me?" This was exactly the effect Zhang Xiaoyu wanted. "How could I mock you, sister? I'm just telling the truth. It's not just the camellias you have here; I know many others that don't. I've always acted with integrity; I wouldn't use such beautiful flowers for anything sordid." Hearing this, Madam Wang thought the young man was quite nice and showed great care for flowers. However, she was still somewhat indignant that he said there were many camellias she didn't have. She had been collecting camellias from various places for many years.

Seeing her disbelief, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "As far as I know, there are sixty-four kinds of precious camellias." "So many? You're lying to me again!" Madam Wang was even more skeptical.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly and said, "Then let me tell you. These sixty-four kinds are: 1. Eighteen Scholars 2. Hexagonal Red 3. Crimson 4. Zhuangyuan Red 5. Crown 6. Scarlet Claw Hibiscus 7. Camellia 8. Flower Crane Order 9. Pink Glow 10. Red Dew Treasure 11. Rhododendron Camellia 12. Golden Camellia 13. Bella Grand Rose 14. Red Leaf Bella 15. Cloud-Spotted Grand Marshal 16. Black Magic 17. New Kitty 18. Thug 19. Heavenly Beauty 2 0. Elsie 21. Flower Buddha Ding 22. Peony Sai 23. Elizabeth 24. Flower Brain 25. New Pine Flower 26. Da Ting 27. Large Cinnabar 28. Fragrant Sun 29. Red Dan 30. Kremer Large Peony 31. Peacock Camellia 32. Large Carter 33. Small Pine Nut 34. Large Pine Nut 35. American Big Red 36. Flower Peony 37. Autumn Peony 38. Flower Fairy 39. Firefall 40. Da Hailun 41. Snow Tower 4 2. Multicolored Helen 43. Ellie Peony 44. Mr. Parks 45. Gold Medal Peony 46. Valentine's Day 47. Masterpiece 48. Granate 49. Red Leaf Bella 50. Lalit Pete 51. Wax Leaf 52. Wrinkled Leaf Wonder Flower 53. Royal Velvet 54. Fish Tail Tea 55. Concave Vein Golden Camellia 56. Mandarin Duck Phoenix Crown 57. Imperial Glory 58. Great Phyllis 59. Kona 60. Guest Residence 61. Magic City 62. Spotted Valentine's Day 63. Red Pearl 64. Golden Edge Kona" Zhang Xiaoyu recited all the famous camellias he knew from his previous life. Madam Wang had never heard of these strange names. "I've never heard of these names before, and they're quite strange." "Sister, most of these aren't from the Song Dynasty; many are from overseas." "How do you know? Have you seen them?" Madam Wang asked curiously.

"Some I saw in books, and some I saw with my own eyes while traveling overseas," Zhang Xiaoyu began acting again.

"Young master is truly learned and talented, and has even traveled overseas; no wonder you have such extraordinary insight." This time, Madam Wang genuinely praised him.

"May I ask you a rude question, sister?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked Madam Wang.

"Please ask, young master," Madam Wang replied. "Actually, I think your understanding and fondness for camellias isn't truly from the bottom of your heart; it seems more like a symbol, a pretext. I don't know if you genuinely like camellias, or if you're still attached to something behind them," Zhang Xiaoyu said slowly.

"You—" Madam Wang was speechless; she hadn't expected Zhang Xiaoyu to be able to see through her.

"Sister, a true lover of flowers, even if they adore one type, won't overlook the others. Every flower has its own characteristics, its own beauty and qualities. Why don't you try appreciating the other flowers? Perhaps they will offer you something different." Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, Madam Wang's heart became complicated. She said to a beautiful woman beside her, "Embroidery Girl, take the young master to rest. I'm tired too, I need to go back to my room. A'Zhu, you should go back first too." Zhang Xiaoyu knew that his words had stirred up the conflicting emotions of nostalgia and pain in Madam Wang's heart. Now, all he had to do was guide her step by step. Looking at the

beautiful woman called Embroidery Girl beside him, Zhang Xiaoyu thought: There are quite a few beautiful women here.

Since Zhang Xiaoyu still wanted to win over Madam Wang, he let A'Zhu and the other two women go back first.

Then, Embroidery Girl led Zhang Xiaoyu towards the guest room. On the way, Zhang Xiaoyu chatted with Embroidery Girl for a few moments and learned that she was Madam Wang's personal maid.

The embroiderer led Zhang Xiaoyu to the door and then went back to serve Madam Wang, saying that someone would be coming soon and Zhang Xiaoyu could wait if he needed anything.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat by the window, looking at the vast expanse of camellias outside, and sighed inwardly. These beautiful women, if they couldn't meet a good man, how tragic their lives would be.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Zhang Xiaoyu opened it and saw a beautiful young woman standing there—it was the maid named Youcao.

"Sister Youcao, what brings you here?" Zhang Xiaoyu always tried to establish a connection with beautiful women.

"Young master, please don't call me sister. Youcao is just a servant," Youcao said, feeling both happy and uneasy that Zhang Xiaoyu called her sister.

"What servant? I've never considered you a servant. Sisters Azhu and Abi call me brother and sister, so please don't be so formal, or I'll be unhappy." Zhang Xiaoyu knew that for women of such low status, giving them a sense of equality was the quickest way to win their hearts.

As expected, upon hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, Youcao's face immediately lit up. "Then, I'll call you 'Young Master' from now on." "That's great! Sister Youcao, did you come to see me for something?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked.

"I came to see if my little brother needs anything." "Well, then, sister, please keep me company for a chat." Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have anything else to do anyway, and talking to a pretty girl wouldn't be bad.

"Okay," Youcao responded and sat down next to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu started chatting with Youcao, and as they talked, Youcao became less reserved. Youcao was naturally a lively girl. It was just that she was relatively unfamiliar with Zhang Xiaoyu, and she felt a little flustered when she saw him, which was why she was so reserved.

Zhang Xiaoyu's conversation veered further and further off track, even ripping off dirty jokes, making Youcao incredibly embarrassed. Looking at Youcao's blushing face, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but pull her into his arms. He found this action strange, completely involuntary. Was he becoming more and more like a lecher, wanting to lay a hand on every pretty woman he encountered? Then he thought, "Whatever, as long as I like her and I'm not forcing anyone, it's not a big deal."

Youcao was stunned when Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly embraced her. Her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot. After recovering, she struggled and cried out, "Brother, please don't do this! Let me go!" Zhang Xiaoyu had a feeling that Youcao definitely had feelings for him, so he tightened his grip and said to her, "Sister, I felt something for you the moment I saw you. I've been thinking about you all day. Please accept my offer to ease my lovesickness. I promise to treat you well, marry you, and make you happy for the rest of your life." Youcao had witnessed Zhang Xiaoyu's handsome appearance, his martial arts skills, knowledge, and literary talent. How could such an outstanding man not move a maid like Youcao? But this all happened so suddenly that Youcao felt completely blank and had no idea what to do.

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and captured Youcao's soft, bright red lips, which were frantically moaning and panting. He attempted to force his way in, but the beautiful woman instinctively bit her lip shyly, preventing him from succeeding. In the end, she shyly and timidly parted her teeth, her tongue gently parting. He then passionately wrapped his tongue around hers, which was both shy and eager to resist. He found her mouth fragrant, her tongue smooth and sweet. Zhang Xiaoyu held Youcao's soft, small, tender, and sweet tongue in his mouth, and kissed and sucked it wildly with lewd passion. Youcao's cherry-like mouth was sealed, and she moaned softly, as if protesting or enjoying herself.

Without making a sound, she continued to hold and knead her soft, full, and perky breasts with one hand, while the other hand groped downwards. She felt ashamed as a demonic hand moved down from her high and perky breasts, across her soft and slender waist, across her round and smooth thighs, and slipped inside her tightly closed shorts.

"No...don't do this...please...please..." Although Youcao had given up in her heart, she was still shy and bashful, her heart filled with shame and fear as she pleaded desperately. However, she felt that her body was gradually no longer her own. Under the weight of his body, her delicate body was so weak and powerless. His passionate and rough caresses were no longer so repulsive. As he rubbed her soft and perky breasts, a tingling pleasure gradually grew stronger, penetrating her heart and mind, causing her whole body to tremble and go limp... The beautiful and pure Xu Lihu blushed. She felt more and more pleasure, and her body became softer and softer. Once again, she shyly closed her dreamy and beautiful eyes. When the demonic hand slid down from her breasts and inserted itself into the base of her tightly clenched thighs, Youcao felt a familiar pleasure and stimulation throughout her body.

Zhang Xiaoyu forcefully parted her jade-like legs and reached into the beautiful virgin's lower body. Through her panties, he pressed tightly against her tender, shy vulva, wantonly kneading and caressing it. A surge of youthful heat from the girl's body penetrated his palms, his mind, and his skin... At first, Youcao tried to stop him with her hands, but she was powerless to pull his hand away. Her beautiful and delicate face flushed red with embarrassment and anxiety. Never before had a man touched such a private part of her. With his caresses, a familiar tingling sensation penetrated her heart, as if it had penetrated deep into

her flower path. Zhang Xiaoyu felt Youcao's lower body growing hotter and hotter, her exquisite face becoming increasingly red, and her breathing becoming more and more rapid. He excitedly continued to tease the beautiful, pure, and lovely woman beneath him. Before he knew it, he felt that the tuft of panties in his palm had become slightly damp. He was overjoyed. Little did he know that the beautiful police captain beneath him, a pure virgin, was desperately trying to suppress the surging, unfamiliar, frightening, and shameful lust in her mind. However, the normal physiological reactions that had long been buried within her body, once awakened, could no longer be quelled.

Youcao felt she could no longer control the raging lust in her mind, nor the shameful physiological reactions in her body. Her heart was filled with shame and fear, her delicate face flushed a fiery red.

Suddenly, with a 'rip,' she felt a chill on her chest. It turned out that Zhang Xiaoyu, after stripping himself naked, had lifted Youcao's palace robe and ripped off her green bodice. The infinitely shy and bewildered Youcao was now naked from the waist up, her pair of snow-white, full, soft, and perky breasts spilling out in panic.

On that dazzlingly white, snow-white skin, two shyly glistening, soft, and alluring breasts, their vibrant red and lustrous tips like shyly blooming flower buds in the snow, trembled slightly as they met the man's burning gaze. Youcao blushed, overwhelmed with shyness, unsure what to do. Before she could even cover her full, firm breasts with her hands, he had already taken one of them into his mouth, causing her to blush even more.

Zhang Xiaoyu grasped the other soft, firm breast and caressed it wantonly. With his other hand, through Youcao's underpants, he gently pressed the soft, slightly protruding petals of her virginity. The beautiful, pure, and delicate Youcao's body trembled involuntarily. He was secretly delighted and immediately pulled off Youcao's underpants, revealing the stunningly beautiful and charming girl completely naked before Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.

He saw that at the base of Youcao's beautiful, smooth, snow-white, and slender legs, a patch of light black, slightly curled forest shyly concealed the alluring jade-like cleavage. Seeing this flawless, snow-white, and beautiful female body, as pure as a saint, lying naked on the bed, he excitedly pressed down on her once again.

Just as Youcao was feeling incredibly shy, she suddenly felt a chill. Her entire body was now completely naked. Then, a hot, male body pressed heavily onto her delicate, tender body once more. A thick, hard, and burning-hot object pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. Youcao's heart tightened again, and she let out a soft moan, "Mmm..." Her face flushed even more with shyness.

Zhang Xiaoyu held one of Youcao's full, snow-white breasts in his mouth, sucking on the delicate pink nipple. With one hand, he grasped and kneaded Youcao's other firm, soft breast. At the same time, he gently stroked Youcao's fair, delicate, and translucent skin, gliding his hand over the slender, smooth waist and the soft, beautiful abdomen of the pure, beautiful, and shy woman, before thrusting into Youcao's lower body.

"Ah..." A hot and shy moan escaped from Youcao's small, delicate, rosy lips, marking the beginning of her first shy cry of pleasure. Zhang Xiaoyu wantonly teased and caressed her soft, boneless body. How could a pure, innocent virgin resist such teasing, especially with his lewd hand inserted into her lower body, so gently yet passionately caressing and kneading the tender petals of the beautiful and innocent Youcao?

"Ah...ah...ah..." Youcao's mind went blank. Though her heart was filled with shyness, she couldn't suppress the blush-inducing moans that escaped her lips... He teased Youcao's tender and shy heart for a while, and then, from between the tightly closed rosy slits of Youcao's lower body, one drop...two drops...of clear, slippery, milky-white virgin love fluid gradually increased, forming a stream of slippery virgin jade dew that flowed from Youcao's lower body, covering his hand. Youcao, blushing shyly, didn't know why her lower body was so wet and slippery.

Zhang Xiaoyu extended his tongue and gently licked and rubbed the most sensitive bud of this pure and holy virgin on Youcao's tender and proud breast; his other hand grasped her other full, firm, and elastic breast, and gently flicked the dazzling, rosy, and shy Youcao nipple with his thumb.

Youcao clenched her teeth, appearing in a tempting state of both unbearable pain and extreme pleasure, and her hands involuntarily hugged Zhang Xiaoyu's broad back and waist. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands tightly gripped the two delicate, radiant red cherries atop Youcao's jade peaks. Ignoring her cries of pain, his massive member thrust forward, breaking through Youcao's virginity and opening her sacred, precious, and tender bud of virginity. A sensation of pain mixed with a tingling, fulfilling fullness spread throughout Youcao's body. She realized that Zhang Xiaoyu had broken her hymen; his member had pierced the seal of her chastity, possessing her virginity.

"Cao'er, I want you to be my woman forever." Zhang Xiaoyu had obtained Youcao's first red. He felt his head pierce through the soft hymen inside Youcao's body in an instant. With the flow of virgin blood from Youcao's flower chamber, in that instant of penetration, he vaguely felt a slight opening in front of him. The resistance inside Youcao's flower path suddenly decreased, and Zhang Xiaoyu's hot, hard member had suddenly penetrated more than halfway.

"Ah... Eeya... Ahh... Mmm..." Youcao trembled and cried out in agony, enduring the pain as if her body were being torn apart. She didn't bite Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder to ease her pain, but her nails had already dug deep into his back, and tears streamed from her eyes.

Youcao suddenly felt an extremely intense pain inside her body, letting out a low cry of unbearable agony. She knew that her sacred and pure hymen had been broken by Zhang Xiaoyu, and her pure and innocent body was gone just like that. The physical pain mixed with complex psychological comfort made her cry bitterly.

Because it was their first time having intercourse, although there was sufficient lubrication, and Youcao's virgin valley was unusually narrow, Zhang Xiaoyu's swollen and thick dragon was tightly surrounded and squeezed by the beautiful and tight secret passage of the jade woman's virgin valley, with no gaps, making it difficult for him to move. The pink and tender jade gate between Youcao's slender and beautiful thighs was extremely dilated, and the original tender pink color had been replaced by a deep red of blood engorgement.

Youcao writhed violently, her long, beautiful legs trembling and bending as she struggled against the bedsheets, her buttocks sinking deep into the blankets. Her slender, delicate hands desperately pressed against Zhang Xiaoyu's broad chest, pushing outwards with all her might. Her long, black hair was disheveled, cascading over her breasts and beside the pillow. Her starry eyes were hazy, brimming with tears,

exuding a delicate and pitiful charm, like a pear blossom in the rain. The sight of the beautiful woman in his heart, her tears and pain, awakened Zhang Xiaoyu's intoxicated and rampant desire. He knew clearly that if he forced himself on her, Youcao's tender valley would be unbearably painful. With deep remorse and overflowing tenderness, Zhang Xiaoyu gently kissed the beautiful woman's cheek, extending his tongue to tenderly lick away her tears and sweat. Then he deeply kissed the beauty's painful, bloodless lips, sucking and licking away the blood. After Youcao adjusted, Zhang Xiaoyu's masculine body began to thrust and love on Youcao's beautiful body again. His dragon thrust in and out of that unusually tight and delicate little honey pot, while Youcao wriggled shyly beneath him, her snow-white, jade-like body both resisting and welcoming. Her bright red cherry lips were slightly open, emitting soft moans and gasps. Suddenly, he bent down and took her engorged, hard, and erect nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently rolling around the tender cherry and sucking wildly. One hand grasped and kneaded her other trembling, delicate, and soft snow-white nipple.

Youcao's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pearly teeth biting lightly, her cheeks flushed crimson, her peach-like face burning with embarrassment. As the thick, massive dragon gradually penetrated her flawless, beautiful body, a dizzying surge of intense pleasure surged forth. The elegant beauty gasped and moaned, her cries soft and melodious. Under Zhang Xiaoyu's skillful lovemaking, Youcao couldn't help but writhe, responding with soft gasps. Having practiced martial arts, Youcao's body was more resilient than other women's. Her pair of smooth, long jade legs sometimes lifted lightly, sometimes bent, sometimes lay flat, wrapped around his waist, tightening and lifting slightly with each thrust and withdrawal of the dragon. Her beautiful face, more radiant than a flower, flushed crimson, her cherry lips slightly parted, her cries soft and melodious, her moans and gasps rising and falling. Her soft, snow-white arms clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's broad shoulders, her delicate, jade-like hands digging into his muscles, striving to receive the nourishment of his love.

Zhang Xiaoyu's fiery dragon-like member thrust in and out of her honeyed orifice, a surge of heat rising from her lower body, spreading throughout her entire being, painting her dazzlingly white and beautiful body with layers of blush. Her body trembled involuntarily, her firm, high breasts heaving and undulating like waves, creating a soft, surging display of milk. Fragrant sweat dripped from her body like rain, mingling with the intoxicating, soul-stirring scent of love fluid, amidst the soft, plaintive moans and groans of the bed. The man was wild with desire, the woman alluring; a series of rapid, rhythmic thrusts, panting breaths, and moans filled the room. Their bodies swayed even more violently, fragrant sweat flying, a strange scent permeating the air. The moans and gasps filled the room, an enchanting, erotic atmosphere permeating the entire bedroom.

Youcao's beautiful face, more delicate than any flower, flushed with a fiery blush. Her heart was filled with shyness, and her soft, snow-white arms, like lotus roots, clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's broad shoulders. Her delicate, jade-like hands, as slender as scallions, dug into his muscles. His incredibly thick dragon thrust more and more violently into her deep, narrow flower chamber. His thrusting became more and more intense, and his round, large, and hot head penetrated deeper and deeper into Youcao's fiery, deep, and dark flower path.

Zhang Xiaoyu used his extraordinary, enormous member, the dragon, to gradually push the body and heart of the beautiful and charming Youcao beneath him towards an intoxicating climax of lust. The elegant, ethereal, beautiful, and pure Youcao's smooth, white belly began to tremble and writhe, gradually transforming into a shy, yielding thrust... Zhang Xiaoyu constantly changed Youcao's position, first having her lie on her side while he sat behind her, one leg between her thighs, then inserting his dragon deep into her honeyed orifice, kneading her breasts as he thrust. Then he had her lie flat on her back, sitting on top of her, his dragon inside her, before he lay face down on the bed, thrusting his hips. Youcao initially spread her legs wide, but as Zhang Xiaoyu thrust harder, her feet unconsciously gripped his back, her hands clinging tightly to the edge of the bed, letting Zhang Xiaoyu thrust in and out. Then he lay flat on the bed, letting Youcao straddle his dragon, facing him as he thrust for a while. He then gestured for her to turn around, her back to him, but the dragon remained inside her... Zhang Xiaoyu was like a wild horse, galloping relentlessly across Youcao's slender body; like a swarm of butterflies and bees, only seeking the heart of her flower bud! Like a wild beast, he vented his fury on her delicate body, his hands kneading Youcao's breasts, his dragon thrusting in and out, each stroke heavily striking her buttocks.

The thick, hot, round dragon head actually pierced into her shyly blooming, tender flower bud—the entrance to her jade palace. The dragon's eye at the tip of the dragon head touched the deepest part of Youcao's pure and beautiful lower body. "Ah...oh...good...comfortable...faster..." A shy, delicate cry escaped Youcao's lips. Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, she let out a rapid, panting cry.

His dragon throbbed tightly against the rarely visited honeypot flower path of the secluded grass, its head pressing firmly against the shy, delicate, and tender pistil deep within the flower bud of the secluded grass.

A naked couple, lost in a sea of carnal desire, joined in their intercourse. As another climax arrived, Youcao let out a rapid, panting cry, "Ah...ah..." A poignant, alluring moan echoed from the room, where spring seemed to be in full bloom. Her snow-white, soft body clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's, a suffocating spasm and trembling sensation washing over her. Her cherry lips parted, her teeth digging fiercely into the muscles of Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder. Youcao experienced the ecstatic climax of their lovemaking.

Zhang Xiaoyu, brimming with passion and energized by their sweat and love juices, boldly began his second exploration of her virgin territory. When he touched her core, Youcao's entire body surged with excitement. She gripped his back tightly, her face glistening with sweat, her beautiful lips panting, her buttocks grinding against his movements. With her bright eyes closed, Youcao savored this blissful moment, hoping Zhang Xiaoyu would strike her core again, like a spring downpour soaking her flower, accepting the indescribable pleasure. Her

initial awkwardness had vanished, and she moved with perfect precision and nimble grace, sometimes clamping her legs around Zhang Xiaoyu's calves, swaying her supple waist; sometimes raising her legs high, placing them on his shoulders, her snow-white buttocks rising to meet his thrusts; merging with his movements, the unprecedented joy made her wanton, her waist arching high to meet his thrusts, welcoming the swift arrival of the flood. The two began a passionate, earth-shattering lovemaking session on the bed… After the climax, Zhang Xiaoyu held Youcao in his arms, gently stroking her face. Youcao let Zhang Xiaoyu caress her face, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She had just lost her virginity. Although she did have feelings for Zhang Xiaoyu, it had all happened too fast. She didn't know if Zhang Xiaoyu truly loved her. She was afraid and worried.

"What's wrong, Sister Youcao?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked, seeing the worry in Youcao's eyes.

"Young master, do you truly love Youcao, or do you just want her body? Youcao has feelings for you. Please don't lie to me. Even if you only want my body, I won't blame you," Youcao said softly.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about now? Do I look like that kind of person? You're my wife now, how could I not like Youcao?" Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't say he loved Youcao yet, but he liked her, and it was quite easy for him to fall in love with a woman who was already his.

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, Youcao finally felt relieved.

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