[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - Chapter 41 (End)

Chapter 313 On the Way South, Xi Qinyi

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fourth Brother rode his horse to Yang Paifeng's side. His beautiful, radiant face was filled with unbridled daydreaming.
—What! Daydreaming?
Isn't that obvious? Fourth Brother was just bored. In front of Zou Xiyun, Princess Hua Yaonu, and three other women with whom he had already shared a physical bond, plus Nangong Qinyi, whom he was destined to seduce, possess, and sleep with, he said such things to Sister Huo. Even if Sister Huo didn't beat him up, he would still be killed by those three women
, you know? The most adorable creature in the world isn't a tiger, nor a dinosaur, but a jealous woman!
Everyone who sees a beautiful woman likes to daydream. Fourth Brother was no exception. But the difference between Fourth Brother and these people was that they only daydreamed, while his daydreams were always put into practice.
Sister Huo, Fourth Brother was destined to! The "inspection" had been going on for three days. The test on Han Qi was almost over. As for the ever-present bandits and robbers... Fourth Brother was annoyed. Everyone was annoyed. The group left the main force behind. The women only took their maids. The men, dressed in their uniforms, set off separately with three carriages and two riders, to play the role of chivalrous heroes clearing out bandits.
*No, it's a righteous act.
"Princess, if we encounter bandits again today, how about you crush five of them?" Fourth Brother asked with a smile.
The little princess, who had just "kicked" six bandits off a cliff yesterday, snorted and raised her delicate chin. "Not enough! At least eight of them should be trampled by me. I want to teach them a lesson on behalf of my Emperor brother. How can these bad guys be good people?" Good
people? Qi Kuang wiped his sweat. So far, every bandit the princess had "taught a lesson" had always ended up the same way—as a ghost!
"Lord Tian Ding." A cold but gentle voice called out from behind. Fourth Brother turned around. The carriage curtain was immediately lifted, revealing Nangong Qin Yi's stunningly beautiful face.
"Sister Qinyi, is there anything wrong?" He moved closer enthusiastically, his tone naturally even more passionate.
Nangong Qinyi had lost count of how many times she had glared at him. From the moment she met him until now, he had called her "Sister Nangong," "Sister Nangong," "Sister Qinyi," "Good Sister," and "Good" countless times—she warned him not to be so indiscriminate. He would change his address, she would warn him again, and change it again. Finally, he almost blurted out, "My dearest darling, Sister Qinyi."
What could she do? His skin was thick as a wall. All the girls in the three carriages couldn't stand it anymore. But Fourth Brother still called her that, as intimately and ambiguously as possible. Nangong Qinyi really couldn't argue with him. Each time, she could only protest with a glare.
But what good was protesting? Fourth Brother kept calling her that.
"Sister Qinyi, is there anything wrong?" he asked again, his body very close to the carriage. He was almost pressed against Nangong Qinyi. And because of the horse's height, he was pressing down on her from above.
Nangong Qinyi shrank back her swan-like, slender neck. She should have hated his frivolous behavior, but for some reason, her heart was beating a little fast: "Thinking... we've encountered quite a few bandits along the way. One was risking his life, yet they were quite easy to deal with, it was practically suicide. I think... could it be that someone deliberately sent them to their deaths to lull us into a false sense of security, so that we would be careless and unprepared before suddenly striking and killing them in one blow?"
"No way!" Fourth Brother exclaimed upon hearing this, his expression showing great surprise. "I'm usually a friendly person, I don't have many enemies, I can barely count only Zhao Yun. Could it be that he deliberately caused so many deaths just to take my head? Oh dear! Forgive me, forgive me—"
"It wasn't him." Nangong Qinyi gently shook her head. "Although the Prince of Hai has a considerable rift with you, he wouldn't do something so inhumane..."
(Tch. I think it was him.)
Fourth Brother thought to himself. Of course, he still maintained an attentive listening posture, staring at Nangong Qinyi's stunningly beautiful face, not wanting to miss any subtle changes in her expression.
"If it wasn't him, then who was it? I really don't have any more formidable enemies. But... hehe—" Fourth Brother touched his nose, his smile turning mischievous again. "Speaking of the three most beautiful courtesans, their fame is now known throughout the world. Perhaps all those who have come to their deaths are lustful men, coveting your beauty..."
"You have the nerve to say that!" Nangong Qinyi glared at him reproachfully. Her slender, jade-like fingers brushed against the window. "There's a beauty in the carriage." "Money talks. Want to buy your way through?" "I'm not afraid of anything else." "I'm afraid of being robbed." Who told you to put up these banners? And write them all in such big letters. Are
you afraid people won't block the road?" "Blocking the road is good!" Fourth Brother clapped his hands. The sound was very loud. He clearly had no remorse whatsoever. "These blind bandits and thieves who came to deliver this mess. If we scatter them, the princess can play with them. Look how happy and joyful the princess has been these past few days. She
's happy and at peace. My mission is accomplished!"
"I mean!" Nangong Qinyi glared at him, pouting slightly in annoyance. "Could the person who ordered these bandits to rob and attack us to lull us into a false sense of security be Kong Huan?"
"Kong... Kong Huan!?" Brother paused for a moment. He raised his shoulder without changing his expression and shook his head. "What is that? I don't know. A fox spirit. The Heavenly Fox Kong Huan!?"
Nangong Qinyi asked him for the nth time. His side glance, no matter how many times, was still captivating. Exquisitely beautiful. Combined with her voice, which was far more melodious than a thousand larks singing together. This was a huge test of Fourth Brother's composure: "Don't think people don't know. 'Konghuan' is the organization of the remnants of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Judge Bao found out long ago. Are you still going to play dumb?"
Fourth Brother chuckled and touched his nose. Nangong Qinyi rolled her eyes at him for the nth time (Fourth Brother enjoys Nangong's charming expression all to himself. Wahahahahaha—). He analyzed softly, "The court had prior knowledge of 'Konghuan's' activities in the capital. The battle at Lin Ge resulted in heavy casualties. Before we set off, although Lord Bao destroyed 'Konghuan's' hideout in the capital and announced the complete annihilation of the rebels, in my opinion, 'Konghuan' has been operating in Jiangnan for many years and possesses considerable strength. Even though the court destroyed their headquarters in the capital, there are likely many assassins lurking in Jiangnan and throughout the country. This time, as we leave the capital and head south, 'Konghuan' will certainly not let you, the culprit who provided intelligence and helped Kaifeng Prefecture wipe them out, go unpunished. The bandits and robbers we encounter along the way might very well be deliberately arranged by 'Konghuan.' They're willing to sacrifice thousands of lives to take you, their chief constable, and use your head as a sacrifice for their fallen brothers."
Ah! The sharp-
eared Han Qi, upon hearing this, was terrified, his skin crawling. Thinking back, all his energy had been focused on protecting the little princess and the three courtesans; he hadn't even considered Lord Tian Ding's safety. If things are truly as Nangong said, and the target is actually Lord Tianding, then if Lord Tianding is ambushed by the "Void Illusion Assassins" and unfortunately killed, he would be guilty even if he died a thousand times over!
His heart pounded like a drum. He glanced at his fourth brother. Wow! He was so calm! Knowing he was the target, he rode his horse as if nothing had happened. What is composure as a mountain? What is the demeanor of a great general? What is fearlessness in the face of danger? Look at his fourth brother!
Han Qi's admiration for his fourth brother surged like a surging river…
After a while, amidst the lewd laughter and lewd glances of Zou Xiyun, who had overheard the discussion in the carriage, his brother finally turned his attention back and slowly said, "If we follow Sister Nangong's suggestion, for safety's sake, shouldn't we immediately turn back and rejoin the main force, raise the imperial envoy banner high, and enter every city we encounter?" " Every time we go to a prefecture, we need to be escorted by troops from local government offices—and we have to take bribes and kickbacks along the way. We have to act like imperial envoys. Is that all we can do?"
"If you're willing to do this, I have no objection." Nangong Qinyi shrugged. Her fair face was as if covered with a thin layer of frost. Even in her cold indifference, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
"Of course I wouldn't agree!" Fourth Brother quickly interjected. "I'm here today on imperial orders to pacify Jiangnan. To do my utmost and serve the country loyally is my first and foremost duty. I've left the main force behind and am traveling alone with my sisters to Jiangnan because I don't want to be entertained and feasted at every turn. What's the point of having so many officials and envoys coming to keep me company? It's just eating, drinking, and flattery! I've always been an upright person and have never been one for that. Especially since I'm here to serve the court, the country, and the emperor, I must be even more self-disciplined and dedicated to my duties. I must get things done as quickly as possible and not indulge in comfort and pleasure, thus failing the emperor's trust."
The four brothers spoke with righteous indignation about their beliefs and noble ideals. Suddenly, a seductive, alluring voice, like that of a bewitching woman, interrupted: "Yes. What's the point of staying in the prefecture? It's nothing but eating, drinking, and having fun. Lord Ding doesn't care for food and drink. What doesn't the Grand Tutor's mansion have? Why bother coming down to the provinces to be invited? Gifts are the same. Lord Ding is the Emperor's most favored official. Those little coins and trinkets offered by the prefecture are beneath his notice...hehehe—"
Her seductive laughter was captivating. Fourth Brother turned around and saw the large red carriage of the Pavilion now driving alongside the Green Jade Pavilion's carriage. A delicate red hand, stained with the juice of balsam flowers, reached out. With a seductive, serpentine motion, it lifted the carriage curtain, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Her slender, delicate hand cradled her rosy cheeks. The back of her hand was smooth and white, like milk, with a touch of pink at the knuckles. She was exceptionally alluring!

Chapter 314 A blatant affair with a seductive

beauty. A thousand charms. Besides these eight words, Pang Yu truly couldn't think of anything to describe the beautiful woman in red before him. Hua Xiangrong lifted the carriage curtain, gracefully peeking out. She wore a bright red dress with silver and tulip accents, over which was a thin red gauze. Her waist was cleverly positioned at an angle; instead of being tied at the waist, she tied it below her chest, creating two round, snow-white mounds of breasts. A playful double knot was then tied below her left breast, adding to her allure.
Meeting the astonished gazes of Nangong Qinyi and Zou Xiyun, Hua Xiangrong smiled sweetly, hooking her pinky finger behind her ear to tuck a soft strand of hair behind her ear. She gave Pang Yu a flirtatious wink: "A man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life. Lord Tian Ding is the Marquis of Anle... oh. The Marquis of Anle's... subordinates. They must be frequenting brothels and taverns. In fact, whenever we reach a prefecture along the way, the local authorities will arrange for you to visit brothels and drink wine. Lord Tian Ding will definitely go. But... pfft—" She couldn't help but laugh again, hurriedly covering her mouth. Her plump, snowy breasts trembled like a running rabbit, almost touching her red silk bodice. "But... the Nangong family and Miss Zou, who make all the men in the world dream of them, have been accompanying Lord Tian Ding all this way. Lord Tian Ding probably wouldn't even bother to glance at those vulgar beauties in brothels. Right? My lord..."
Fourth Brother, thick-skinned, tacitly agreed with a glance. Men, which one isn't lustful? Right? If you're not lustful, you're not a man, but you can't be promiscuous either. So, brothels and taverns... Fourth Brother had made up his mind to only sleep with the three of them. As for the others, even someone like Xie Yuying, he would pretend he didn't see them. He would ignore them. He had no interest in them.
Nangong Qinyi was already used to his flirtatious words. They were unrestrained. On the contrary, she had been "teased" quite a bit along the way. The more she argued, the more passive she became. She couldn't argue with this man's glib tongue, so she simply turned her pretty face away and ignored him. But when Zou Xiyun heard the words "accompany," a different kind of shyness welled up in her heart. As the young master of Konghuan, she had now fallen in love with the most trusted and important minister of the Song Dynasty Emperor. She was hopelessly in love, and her bright eyes became misty for a moment. She pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and dared not meet his gaze. It seemed that she was still hesitant and undecided whether to obey her mother's orders to restore the country or to be a docile wife who supported her husband and raised children.
Pang Yu was well aware of her sacrifices. Seeing Zou Xiyun silently enduring this difficult choice, a surge of emotion welled up within him. He was moved with tenderness. He no longer cared about the many eyes around him, nor about exposing his affair with Zou Xiyun to others. Gently, he reached out from horseback and softly placed his hand on Zou Xiyun's slender, fragrant shoulder.
He didn't need to speak; a single tender glance was enough to say everything
. His silence, imbued with deep love and longing, caused Zou Xiyun, long deprived of his affection, to blush deeply. She felt the air between them grow hot, as if boiling. Her heart pounded, almost bursting from her chest.
This sudden shyness and fluttering made Zou Xiyun hastily raise her hand to cover her cheeks, afraid that others would discover their affair. Meanwhile, Nangong Qinyi turned her pretty face away, too lazy to pay attention to Pang Yu. Everyone else's attention was focused on her eloquent words, revealing Pang Yu's lustful thoughts. He narrowly escaped being discovered. The infamous "intimate contact" between the courtesan and the servant was a scandal.
People overlooked the sharp eyes of Hua Xiangrong, who wasn't so observant. A quick glance from her watery almond eyes revealed everything. Suddenly, a childlike thought arose within her. Her beautiful, red lips curved into a smile, her alluring eyes flashing with a mischievous grin. She seemed to be plotting something again.
As a man, a grown man, failing to care for and protect his woman, letting her be troubled by others' words, and recalling unhappy memories, was an unforgivable sin.
Fourth Brother had just committed this sin. So what should be done?
Of course, find time to comfort and soothe the wounded.
But what if there's no time or opportunity?
Of course, create time. Create a point:
Yingchang Prefecture, a major prefecture in Henan, historically a strategic location (Xuchang, Cao Cao's stronghold during the Three Kingdoms period). Over a hundred years later... Without Yue Fei's command, the Yue Family Army decisively defeated the Jin army here. This battle earned them the ancient reputation of "It's easier to shake a mountain than for the Yue Family Army to do so."
Today, Yingchang Prefecture, as a crucial transportation hub on the essential route south from Bianliang, controls the entire northwest of Beijing and the surrounding areas. It has been a vital passage throughout history, its importance self-evident. Naturally, the Prefect of Yingchang is an extremely powerful and influential official.
"Let me tell you, tonight I'm sleeping in your villa south of the city. Do what you want. If anyone breaks in tonight, fine, I'll execute them
tomorrow without reporting back. Understand?" In the Prefect of Yingchang's residence, the extremely powerful Prefect Liu Yunxiang knelt, head bowed, being coldly reprimanded by the furious Imperial Envoy Pang Yu, who poked his forehead. Not only was he being scolded, but a magnificent sword inlaid with jewels and pearls was also held to his neck. Yes. That was the imperial sword bestowed upon his brother-in-law by the emperor. It granted the power to execute first and report later. In short, it meant whoever dared to offend him could be killed.
Pang Yu, usually a low-key man who didn't want to disturb the authorities, surprisingly led a team into Yingchang City this time. They went straight to the Yingchang Prefectural Government Office, stormed in, threw down the imperial edict, and revealed his identity. Holding the imperial sword to Liu Yunxiang's neck, he began to berate the fourth-rank Prefect of Yingchang, Liu Yunxiang, who could only nod and not dare utter a sound.
Did he dare? Since ancient times, no matter how powerful you are, once someone comes to you, they are your master. Moreover, Pang Yu was an imperial envoy, representing the emperor, Liu Yunxiang's current master, Grand Tutor Pang (who was from the Grand Tutor's faction), and his future son, the Marquis of Anle.
Before these three great "representatives," would Liu Yunxiang dare not bow his head and obey orders?
"Yes, yes. I am guilty. I have failed in my duty. I have let down the court's trust. I have frightened Lord Tian Ding." Liu Yunxiang slumped forward, his head drooping like a garlic
clove. "Bullshit!" The brother's anger flared even more. He kicked Liu Yunxiang, sending him sprawling on his back. "Smack!" He stomped on Liu Yunxiang's ear. "Frightened? What do you mean 'frightened'? I've followed the Marquis and the Emperor. What storms haven't I weathered? Even that night when Fengling Pavilion attacked the Emperor, it was I, Pang Si, who calmly commanded and dealt with the enemy, protecting the three courtesans! A few bandits and thieves? Could they possibly harm me?!" Having no chance to "comfort" his beloved wife, the fourth brother was truly seething with anger. Now he unleashed it all on Liu Yunxiang, nearly scaring the arrogant Prefect Liu of Yingchang out of his wits.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Your Excellency is mighty. Lord Tian Ding is wise. Lord Tian Ding will enjoy immortality and wealth forever..." He flipped over and prostrated himself on the ground again, sticking his butt out and flattering him lavishly.
"Eternal wealth and immortality? ***So you mean 'life as long as the heavens'?!" Fourth Brother was annoyed by people like this who couldn't even flatter. He was a handsome young man in his prime, not some Hong Antong, the leader of the Divine Dragon Cult. Did he need this "eternal wealth and immortality" nonsense? He really didn't know how Liu Yunxiang became the prefect. If he didn't have something to do, he'd have the urge to yell at Pang Baobao.
"Let me tell you, tonight I'm sleeping in your villa in the south of the city. Do what you want. If anyone comes in to disturb me tonight, fine, I'll arrest you tomorrow. Execute first, report later. Understand?" He held the imperial sword, which he had begged and pleaded with his brother-in-law, the Emperor, and pressed it heavily against Liu Yunxiang's neck. The latter was so frightened he almost wet his pants. He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes. The task given to me by Lord Tian Ding, this official... this official will do it even if it costs me my life."
And so, Fourth Brother and the others moved into Liu Yunxiang's villa in the south of the city. Fearing for his head, Prefect Liu emptied his own residence, ordering all irrelevant people to leave. He then transferred five hundred elite soldiers from the yamen, following the Heavenly General's instructions to "get things done well, but without disturbing the people." These soldiers disguised themselves as commoners and guarded the garden day and night. Finally, they secured a peaceful night for the imperial envoy.
The night air was cool and refreshing. Such a warm summer night. The night
was late, the stars were bright, and the new moon hung high in the sky, shining brightly. With a soft "Ah," the intricately carved wooden door opened halfway. A delicate, fair hand emerged, her wrist like jade, her arms like a swan's neck. A translucent jade bracelet adorned her wrist, further accentuating her long, slender fingers. Her palm was soft and smooth, exuding an indescribable elegance. The door opened further, and a graceful figure stepped out. Her skin was like snow, radiant and captivating—truly a peerless beauty.
"Xi Yun!" The moment she stepped out, the handsome young man who had been waiting there rushed forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her away as if he couldn't wait.
"You… hey—" Caught off guard, the girl nearly fell into his arms, blushing and glaring at him reproachfully. "We agreed to meet by the lake. Why… did you come here? Sister Qin Yi and the others live next door. If they see us… it won't be good…" Though spoken reproachfully, the words were filled with tenderness.
"Hahaha—what are you afraid of?" "His hearty laughter was as usual. Right under the bright moon. Right in front of the small building. Fourth Brother stretched out his hands and embraced Zou Xiyun's slender waist. He pulled her whole body into his arms and gazed affectionately at the peerless beauty, the fragrant jade-like woman. He laughed and said, "You are my wife. Even if we have an affair, we will do it openly."

Chapter 315 Lakeside Romance (Part 1)

"No, don't..." Zou Xiyun subconsciously pushed him away. It wasn't that she didn't want to make love, but in front of the small building where everyone was temporarily staying, Nangong Qinyi, Hua Xiangrong, Yang Paifeng, and the little princess were all inside. If they saw the two of them embracing, wouldn't that... make her extremely ashamed?
Fourth Brother was always a considerate and good man, so he immediately let go: "Well, then let's not do it. We'll do it in Jiangnan... no, after we leave the capital..." See, what a considerate man he is! He doesn't force himself to make love because of his own desires. After holding back for so many days, he still took the initiative to ask for the woman's opinion.
"Well, Fourth Brother has been holding back for so long, and so has Xiao Yunyun. Women are always more enthusiastic about these things than men, especially women he's already conquered in bed.
" "No." Sure enough, Zou Xi's first reaction was to shake her head, then she suddenly realized what he meant, her face flushing red with embarrassment. Her soft, snowy breasts pounded, and her small hands felt their burning heat
. After a long while, she pursed her pink lips and pleaded softly, "Let's...let's go somewhere else, okay?" Fourth Brother never refused a beautiful woman's request. He smiled and nodded, taking her soft hand and walking into the garden. The two held hands, shoulder to shoulder, looking like a couple deeply in love.
It was early evening, and all around was quiet except for the chirping of night insects and Pang Yu's light footsteps—why "only"? Because Zou Xi was afraid of being heard clattering her embroidered shoes, she simply took them off and carried them in her hand. Carefully and cautiously, she followed her lover to their rendezvous place, just like the scene when Xiao Zhouhou and Li met: "She slipped on her socks and walked up the fragrant steps, carrying her embroidered shoes." However, Li and Xiao Zhouhou met "on the south side of the painted hall, trembling as they leaned against each other," while with Fourth Brother, it was "holding hands, going out together," to a safe place, and then… cumming. After
leaving the garden where the small building was, Zou Xi changed into her embroidered shoes and let Pang Yu lead her by the hand to the small lake adjacent to the villa. Although it was late at night, the moon and stars were few, illuminating the earth with a clear light. Looking around, the ground was covered in lush green grass and thickets of bushes. The lake was as smooth as a mirror, with gentle waves lapping the shore. The crescent moon was reflected obliquely in the water—truly a perfect place for lovers to talk.
Talk? Fourth Brother hadn't invited Zou Xi out for a talk.
The two found a rock by the water and sat down, gazing at the still, emerald-green lake. Zou Xiyun gently rested her head on Pang Yu's shoulder, the soft moonlight bathing her in a silvery glow that accentuated her slender, graceful figure. Pang Yu was deeply moved and couldn't resist lowering his head to gently kiss her cheek.
Although they had been intimate countless times before, Zou Xiyun still blushed and let out a soft moan, shrinking back as if tickled. Pang Yu was captivated by her coquettishness, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and holding her tightly in his arms. He lowered his head to kiss her lips. Zou Xiyun, anticipating his haste, gasped, "What...what are you doing? We agreed to come out...just to chat for a while...why are you..."
Pang Yu ignored her, holding her even tighter. He leaned close to her ear. He laughed, "Yes, we just wanted to chat. Back in Qixiu Workshop, didn't we often lie on your bamboo couch, embracing and talking? Only when we're naked can we be truly honest with each other." With that, he took her earlobe into his mouth and began to suckle gently.
Zou Xi let out a soft "Ah!" and her body went limp. She could only raise her arms and gently wrap them around his neck, turning her head to beg for mercy, "No...you're making me so itchy..."
When a woman says "no," it means "yes." Fourth Brother had understood this principle many years ago. He laughed heartily, hugged her even tighter, and said with ecstasy, "My wife, you smell so good. I've missed you so much these past few days. Give it to me. I really want you..." He sniffed and licked, making Zou Xi pant and tremble, her body weak and limp. Gone was her previous elegant and graceful demeanor; she could only helplessly cling to her lover, letting him take what he wanted.
Under Pang Yu's skillful hands... Zou Xiyun was finding it increasingly difficult to bear. His teasing grew stronger with each thrust: "Ah! Husband..." Her voice was mournful and plaintive, like a sob, calling out to the man before her. Pang
Yu, aroused, stuck out his tongue and licked her earlobe incessantly.
Zou Xiyun was unbearably itchy, constantly shrinking back. Her hands unconsciously tightened around her lover, pressing her soft, full body against him. She pleaded softly, "No...it's so itchy...I can't take it anymore..."
Only then did Pang Yu stop, turning Zou Xiyun's body around. His eyes were fixed on her exquisite face. He felt that this beautiful eighteen-year-old woman before him, her cheeks flushed, shy and radiant, was just as beautiful and graceful as when they first met. But the unapproachable aloofness of the past had transformed into a deep and intense love for him—a tenderness that belonged only to him, a sublimation of love that only he could enjoy.
Zou Xiyun raised her head, gazing intently at him, until the man who had captured her heart lowered his head and sealed her lips with his. She finally closed her eyes, her arms encircling his neck, holding him tightly, accepting his domineering tongue while passionately responding, their kisses wet and lingering.
The intense kiss ignited primal desire in both of them. Pang Yu could no longer control his burning passion, kissing her while caressing her body wantonly, his hand moving to one of her breasts, grasping her full, soft peak in his hand.
Through the thin fabric, he rubbed it a few times, and her nipple gradually hardened, pressing tightly against his palm.
Zou Xiyun let out a soft "Eek" from his mouth, her body trembling, but she didn't push away or resist. Instead, she pressed her breasts against his, indicating how much she enjoyed
his touch.
Pang Yu enveloped her full breasts in his hand, slowly caressing them. The touch was indescribably soft and smooth, plump and full, making him reluctant to let go. After only a few touches, Zou Xiyun's cherry lips parted slightly, letting out a captivating moan. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, gazing lovingly at the handsome face of the man she deeply loved.
Pang Yu's eyes met hers. Looking at this peerless beauty whose body and soul belonged entirely to him, a surge of desire rose within him. He murmured, intoxicated, "Xiyun, you are so beautiful. You are beautiful, and your body is even more beautiful. Having you is the greatest happiness of my life." He kissed Zou Xiyun deeply, indulging in pleasure to the fullest.
Zou Xiyun rolled her eyes at him resentfully, and mumbled angrily, "You still say that? It was all your fault for forcing me to serve you all night..."
Her virginity had indeed been forcibly taken by Pang Yu. Recalling his fierce appearance when he pretended to be the villain and forced her to serve him, Pang Yu couldn't help but blush slightly and chuckled, "My wife still remembers that incident. You won't slap me hard afterward like you did back then, will you?"
Zou Xiyun chuckled, "You were so fierce back then, you seized the Seven Show Pavilion's weakness and forced someone to spend the night with you. Shouldn't you be punished?"
Pang Yu immediately "admitted his mistake," "Yes, it was all my fault. I couldn't resist my wife's natural beauty and allure."
Zou Xiyun spat at him shyly, "Does being beautiful mean you're allowed to do whatever you want...?" Before she could finish speaking, Pang Yu's wicked hand reached inside her clothes and grabbed a mound of beautiful flesh on her chest. Without any resistance, Zou Xiyun immediately went limp and collapsed into his arms, letting those five fingers do as they pleased. In no time, she was trembling all over, her breathing becoming heavy.
Pang Yu lowered his head, pressed his lips to her ear, and whispered, "My dear wife, these treasures on your chest are truly the most precious things in the world, so firm and soft, so irresistible to touch." He then gently took her earlobe into his mouth and licked it a few times. Zou Xiyun couldn't resist and trembled even more.
"Husband, my dear husband, it tickles...it tickles so much, I can't...I can't lick anymore. Ah! Stop a moment, I want...ahhh..."
Pang Yu caressed her vigorously while teasing the sensitive areas behind her ear, licking Zou Xiyun until she moaned incessantly, her head shaking wildly. His hands reached around from behind, grasping her breasts one by one, playing with them with great pleasure, making her breasts sway back and forth, displaying various shapes.
A series of alluring moans escaped Zou Xiyun's lips. She was a virgin, having only recently been deflowered by her fourth brother, and how could she resist Pang Yu's teasing? Moreover, the man before her was the man she deeply loved. She shrank back, trying to escape his kisses, her eyes glazed over, and pleaded softly, "No, not here... let's... go somewhere else..."
Pang Yu sighed, lowered his head to meet her gaze, and looked deeply into the eyes of this beautiful woman, as delicate as snow and as lovely as a flower. "Then... let's go back, to your room..."
Zou Xiyun blushed and shook her head frantically.
"To my room?"
Zou Xiyun shook her head again, her face flushing even more. She said shyly, "No, no, if we go back and someone sees us, then... um!" Before she could finish her sentence, Pang Yu kissed her again, his strong masculine scent filling her nostrils, making her heart flutter. All her martial arts skills seemed to have vanished, and she leaned limply against her lover, letting him embrace her as they walked into the woods by the lake.
It was midnight, and all was quiet. The two walked hand in hand into the woods. Under the soft moonlight, every part of Zou Xiyun was beautiful, every part of her was irresistible. Pang Yu, who had been holding back all the way, could no longer restrain himself. He opened his arms and tightly embraced the beauty, lowering his head to kiss her.
This kiss was fiery and passionate, a mad, infatuated kiss. While Pang Yu kissed her, his hands roamed freely, sometimes cupping her breasts, gently kneading and rubbing them, sometimes pinching and twisting her tender nipples with two fingers, teasing Zou Xiyun to the point of ecstasy. She gasped and swayed, almost unable to catch her breath. After a moment, she could no longer endure it and went limp in Pang Yu's arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Chapter 316 Lakeside Romance (Part 2)

Xiyun's body was far more sensitive than most people's. The slightest touch from a man would make her completely sensitive. Pang Yu knew this well. He first helped her sit down on the edge of the rock. The two leaned against each other, one in front of the other. Zou Xiyun's beautiful legs were wide open. Her back pressed against Pang Yu's strong chest. She tilted her head back and offered him a kiss.
Fourth Brother was not satisfied with just hands and mouth. He first caressed her breasts. Then he slipped his hand between her legs, touching her tender spot through her clothes. He gently massaged it. After only a few movements, Zou Xiyun couldn't resist. She cried out, "Ah!" and trembled, saying, "Husband, no, no! Let's go somewhere else, to the water. Someone will see us here."
("Someone will see us"? You think your husband would be so furious upon arrival, ordering Liu Yunxiang to clear out all the idlers from the house? Just because he knows his beloved wife is shy and afraid of being seen.)
The cunning Fourth Brother, who had already made "all" preparations, wouldn't allow her to comply. He leaned in and kissed Zou Xiyun's cheek, whispering, "It's so late. Who would come here? My wife, you're already so wet down there. Keep your legs closed. Open them up quickly so your husband can properly 'love' you." As he spoke, he began to undress her. Zou Xiyun initially struggled symbolically for a few moments, but later she let him do as he pleased.
With a gentle pull from her lover... Zou Xiyun's last garment slipped down her smooth, delicate skin. The moonlight illuminated the pinkish area between her legs. Pang Yu could no longer restrain himself. He pounced on her, embracing her beautiful legs and kneading them roughly. He felt the muddy, slippery flesh beneath his touch, constantly seeping out.
Zou Xiyun became increasingly unable to control herself, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Pang Yu, while intensifying his actions, stared at the exquisite beauty before him, gazing at her graceful, alluring, and captivating beauty. He was beyond aroused and could no longer resist leaning in to kiss her again.
Zou Xiyun, her eyes half-open in ecstasy from the double assault, slowly reached forward and helped Pang Yu remove all his clothes. Pang Yu kissed her cheeks, back, and neck for a while, then bent down, his lips slowly moving to her chest, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Suddenly, he took her in his mouth, savoring the sensation.
Zou Xiyun's body trembled. A groan escaped her throat: "Husband—be gentle. No." She looked down, but the man she loved was happily devouring her, occasionally sucking lightly, almost drawing her soul out. Her jade-like hands involuntarily moved to his crotch, grasping his hard, throbbing member. Pang Yu exhaled, his body throbbing between her fingers, his passion growing stronger. Zou Xiyun, aroused, couldn't resist the itch and increased the pressure, her movements becoming increasingly arousing.
Pang Yu, having tasted it, then cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading them roughly before moving to Zou Xiyun's front, spreading her long, slender legs. Even in the darkness, he could clearly see her exquisite parts: the
swollen vulva, the vibrant petals. His heart burned with desire. He quickly brought his head close, his tongue parted, and began to lick and caress her.
Xiyun was kissed on her most sensitive spot. Her legs tensed instantly, her lower abdomen trembled uncontrollably, and her beautiful legs firmly held his head and neck. Waves of pleasure spread from her lower abdomen. Pang Yu wanted to tease her, so he used his hands and tongue, employing every trick in the book. Before long, Zou Xiyun was swaying and moaning, her juices flowing freely. Suddenly, she felt her clitoris being held by her lover, a tingling sensation shooting through her entire body. The intense pleasure almost made her faint. She pleaded repeatedly, "Good husband, no! I can't take it! Ahhhhhh—"
Pang Yu was enjoying himself and wasn't about to stop. He curled his tongue and inserted it inside her, then began thrusting in and out. Zou Xiyun could no longer resist. Her body suddenly stiffened. She slurped a few times, and then, wave after wave of sweet saliva, like a burst dam, gushed out, splashing all over Pang Yu's face and mouth
. (Long live harmony. Saving time.
"Wife, I'm here. You'd better enjoy it.")
A tender whisper from her lover reached her ears. Zou Xiyun quickly bit her hand, her starry eyes half-open, gazing lovingly at Pang Yu's handsome face. As Pang Yu thrust in, a gush of fluid squeezed out with a "plop." Zou Xiyun could no longer hold back, letting out a cry of "Ah!" Her thighs felt full and swollen, an indescribable pleasure.
Pang Yu was enveloped by those warm, moist mounds of flesh, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. He exhaled a long breath, embracing her tightly from behind and asking, "So good—my wife, are you comfortable?" Zou Xiyun was so captivated by the beauty that she couldn't speak. Her legs stiffened, trembling several times before she managed a weak "Mmm." Pang Yu seized the opportunity, squatting into a horse stance, his hands cupping her slender waist, beginning to slowly thrust in and out. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Zou Xiyun's face, seeing her alluring eyes gazing at him with deep affection. He couldn't help but become more and more infatuated. The movements gradually quickened. He thrust his head fully out, galloping wildly. The sensation between his legs was exhilarating, a tingling, pleasurable sensation.
Zou Xiyun bit her lip tightly, desperately raising her lower body to meet his thrusts. Before she knew it, dozens more thrusts had passed. Her mouth was wide open, making soft "woo-woo" sounds, her expression one of utter ecstasy
. She was truly both pitiful and lovable. Pang Yu's passion surged. He took a deep breath and began to thrust, his attacks like raindrops, each thrust penetrating deep. His beautiful, slender body swayed back and forth, her breasts bobbing.
Pang Yu brought his head close, kissing the back of her ear. Seeing her dazed eyes and intoxicated expression, he whispered with a smile, "How is it, Mother? Do you enjoy being with your husband?" His hands reached around from behind, cupping her beautiful breasts and playing with them. Zou Xiyun couldn't resist. Finally, she cried out, "Mmm. Husband. You're so good. Husband. Xi Yun wants more. She wants you. Ah. No. I'm about to lose you.
" (Long live harmony. [Continuing to omit]
Zou Xiyun's soul soared to the heavens. One jade-like hand clung tightly to Pang Yu's shoulders. Her head tilted back, her starry eyes half-open, and her small mouth continuously emitted alluring moans. Truly captivating. All who heard it... After a rapid onslaught, Pang Yu's movements slowly began to slow. Zou Xiyun finally got a moment's respite, gazing at her lover with a slightly dazed expression. Pang Yu lowered his head to meet her gaze and softly asked, "Was it comfortable just now?"
Zou Xiyun reached out to stroke his cheek, smiling shyly in return: "Mmm. I almost let you kill me."
Pang Yu returned her a gentle smile, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and bit her ear, saying, "It's all because my wife is too charming. I couldn't bear to stop. So, Mother, you can't blame me, okay?"
Zou Xiyun playfully pushed him away, pouting her red, glistening lips, saying, "Hmph. Who else can I blame but you? You're doing this recklessly; my body can't take it.")
"But if she doesn't eat her fill all at once, dear mother, what will she do if she gets lonely on the road ahead?" Pang Yu chuckled. Zou Xiyun hugged him even tighter.
Zou Xiyun's face flushed red. She knew he was teasing her, yet he had touched on her heart—on this journey, without the intimacy of the night, she always felt something was missing. Every night she longed for her husband to "comfort" her, and even during the day. Was this the "loneliness" her husband spoke of?
"What do you think it is? Can you eat several days' worth of food in one day?"
"That meal was filling. It'll help you last a little longer," Pang Yu chuckled, pulling her into his arms. Their eyes were locked on each other, their gazes never leaving one another. Holding her hand, they walked together into the pool to wash away the traces of their earlier lovemaking. The pool wasn't deep; after washing, they sat in it, the water only up to their shoulders. It was midsummer. Though the daytime heat was scorching, the lake water was refreshingly cool at night. The two of them soaked in the pool, feeling completely refreshed.
Pang Yu turned to the side, reaching out to embrace Zou Xiyun's naked body, cupping her blushing face. He leaned down to kiss her, but was stopped by her snow-white, jade-like fingers. Her beautiful eyes dimmed.
"What's wrong, my wife?" Pang Yu asked, grasping her soft hands with concern. They were icy cold to the touch.
"I'm scared." Zou Xiyun rested her pretty face on his shoulder, as if her sorrow had been stirred. Her beautiful eyes became misty. "Mother, you entrusted me with the great task of restoring our homeland. You asked me to lead half of the organization north to assassinate the dog emperor. But I... but..." She bit her pink lips, her eyes filled with heart-wrenching bitterness.
She was heartbroken. Pang Yu felt the same way (how could he be happy when his wife was in pain?). But to comfort his beloved and prevent his emotions from affecting her, he could only force a smile: "It's alright. The plan you arranged is already very beautiful." The imperial court had prior knowledge of the situation and urgently recalled the Yang family army from the border, which caused your efforts to fail. Your mother-in-law knows the truth and will certainly not blame you.”
Zou Xiyun said with a troubled expression, “What ‘mother-in-law’? Don’t call me that.” “Uh… You are my good wife. Of course your mother is my mother-in-law, is that wrong?”
Zou Xiyun’s cheeks flushed red. She retorted, “You call me ‘mother’ so casually. I’m not married to you.” Suddenly, her smile faded, as if she remembered something. Her eyes gradually filled with sorrow, and she couldn’t help but furrow her brows slightly. She remained silent.
“It’s alright. Your mother only has you as her daughter. Even if she really blames you, it’s just talk. She won’t do anything to you.”
“What I’m afraid of isn’t my mother’s punishment.” Zou Xiyun lowered her head, her voice low. Her body trembled slightly as she leaned against her lover’s arm. Her back was icy cold.
"What is that?" "It is." Zou Xiyun looked up at him, her pretty face already streaked with tears. Her beautiful eyes darted around, and she sobbed, "I'm afraid that if Mother finds out about us, she...she'll kill you in a fit of rage." " I'm afraid. I'm so afraid." Zou Xiyun

clung

tightly to Pang Yu's chest, her beautiful face, which could break his heart, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm afraid that when we get to Jiangnan, Mother will find out about us and kill you in a fit of rage. If you die, I... Waaaaaah..."
Pang Yu held her frail body tightly, whispering words of comfort: "No, no. I'm still your man. If she kills me, won't you become a widow? Your mother loves you so much. She would never be so cruel."
"You don't understand—" Zou Xiyun cried sorrowfully. "In Mother's eyes, there is no love between children. All she thinks about is how to restore the kingdom. Any stumbling block in her way will be ruthlessly kicked away. Even me, even if I hinder her, Mother will not hesitate to kill her daughter with her own hands." She couldn't help but recall the painful trials she suffered in her childhood, and the cruel training that treated her like a tool, devoid of any affection. She lay in Pang Yu's arms, weakly opening her eyes, letting the tears flow freely.
"My wife, don't worry." Pang Yu took her hand, his eyes unwavering. "If that day ever comes, I will protect you with all my might, even at the cost of my life."
Zou Xiyun covered his mouth with trembling fingers, burying her face in his chest, gazing at his face. "Husband, I'm worried about you—if my beloved knew you were here on behalf of the dog emperor to persuade her to give up her hopes of restoring the kingdom, she would definitely, definitely kill you on the spot. At that time, waaaaah—husband, if you die, Xiyun won't live alone."
What a wonderful wife! Yu was moved to tears. He looked deeply into the swollen eyes of the beauty in his arms and choked out, "Yes. If that happens, we'll be like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, turning into butterflies after death, flying together, never to be separated even at the ends of the earth."
"What Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" Zou Xi asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
Pang Yu then stood up. The legend of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" didn't exist in the Song Dynasty yet—so what to do? Create one! He immediately embraced Zou Xi's still trembling body and gently whispered the tragic story of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" in her ear. When she heard, "When Yingtai heard the tragic news of Shanbo's death, she vowed to die for him and marry him. At Shanbo's grave, a great storm raged, and Yingtai leaped into the grave. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai transformed into butterflies and danced together," Zou Xi was once again moved to tears by this poignant love story. After what seemed like an eternity, she lifted her head from Pang Yu's embrace, sobbing but with unwavering resolve, and said, "My husband, Xiyun will always be with you. We can't be a divine couple, so let's be like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, transforming into butterflies until death, never to be separated for all eternity.
"
Pang Yu gently touched Zou Xiyun's damp hair, pulling her close to his chest. They felt the burning passion in their hearts. "My dear," he said, "believe me. I have a way to persuade your mother to give up on restoring the kingdom. I will create a beautiful, happy, and joyful married life for her good daughter."
Hearing words like "beautiful, happy, and joyful," which she would never have considered before, Zou Xiyun trembled. Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and after a moment, she blushed and scolded him, "What married life? Don't talk nonsense!" Her cheeks were bright red, contrasting beautifully with her flawless skin, creating a unique charm.
"Marriage," he continued, "is actually 'getting married.' 'Marriage,' of course, is what happens after marriage. What happens after marriage, my dear wife—" Pang Yu then became mischievous again. His large hand slid down Zou Xiyun's slender waist, caressing the soft hair between her thighs, gently rubbing it.
Zou Xiyun trembled slightly, feeling utterly weak. Shyly, she buried her face again in his clothes, which were soaked with her tears. In a barely audible voice, she murmured, "Husband, have you satisfied me tonight? Who knows when we'll have another chance?"
Fourth Brother never refused a beautiful woman's request. He flipped her over and plunged her into the water. Waves surged, water splashed everywhere, and heavy breathing accompanied the girl's alluring moans echoed in the quiet night.
The passionate couple, engrossed in their lovemaking, were completely absorbed in this intoxicating pleasure. Neither of them noticed that atop a tall pavilion not far from the pool, a dark figure coldly watched the alluring spring scenery reflected in the water. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, chilling him to the bone.
The next day, a bright and sunny day, Fourth Brother got up early, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Indeed, doing *that* kind of thing was good for his health. Otherwise, how could I have ejaculated seven or eight times last night? My body was almost completely drained. But this morning, all fatigue vanished. My whole body was full of energy.
Full of energy. So full that my manhood stood erect, curved like a knife, its size resembling a curved sickle. The veins were bulging, hot, and firm. It was no less than when I was aroused last night.
Why such a vivid description? Does Fourth Brother sleep naked?
More or less. Fourth Brother has always had the habit of sleeping naked—to eliminate fatigue and promote metabolism. Do you understand? Plus, it's hot in the summer. I don't cover myself with blankets. When I get up, I'm
completely exposed.
Actually, it's nothing. It's just morning erection. A normal physiological phenomenon. Don't be surprised. Fourth Brother grabbed his clothes and was about to put them on when, "Bang!" Something was knocked over outside the door.
"Who's outside?" he shouted.
"It's the maid." "A delicate voice answered. " With a "yah," the door opened. A slender figure stepped into the room. It was Xianglan, Nangong Qinyi's personal maid.
"Ah! Sister Xianglan. What brings you here?" Fourth Brother was even more surprised.
"It's Miss. Miss said Lord Ding has had a long journey. She specially sent me to help him dress and wash." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly placed the tray containing towels and dental ointment on the table. "Xiangjun. Sister Xiangjun spilled the water. I'll go help her."
Xianglan turned and went out, but didn't come back in for a while. Fourth Brother was wondering when he suddenly heard another girl's voice timidly say, "I...I won't go in. There's a snake on the bed inside." What? A snake?
Fourth Brother was startled. He hurriedly pulled up the covers and looked around. After looking for a long time, he saw nothing.
"A snake...it's right there." A small head peeked in from outside. A small hand pointed to a certain spot. The brother looked closely. Oh, it was Xiao Xiangjun! Then he looked in the direction she was pointing. Oh
my god...
He grabbed the thin blanket to cover his erection and hurriedly protested, "Sister Xiangjun, this isn't a snake. It's... it's a man. A man!" In front of the little girl, the fourth brother couldn't explain any further.
Xiao Xiangjun had never seen the ferocious appearance of a human before; she only thought she saw a large snake. Even if he told Xianglan, she wouldn't believe him. So she went to find something to beat him out. She simply went inside, her eyes darting around, looking for something like fire tongs or a stick.
"Sister Xiangjun, don't... that... it really isn't a snake!" the fourth brother quickly shouted. He didn't want the little girl to find something and hit him, or cripple him. That would be truly heartbreaking.
"Really. It's not a snake. It's a man. We men have our own physical reactions when we wake up in the morning." He hurriedly bent down to cover himself. But the more he pressed down, the more erect his manhood became, almost piercing the thin blanket.
"You're lying! I saw it before when I was bathing Liu Da's grandson, Xiao Yangbao. It wasn't this big. And it looked different too!" Xiao Xiangjun was shrewd. Her cheeks puffed out in anger. No one could touch her.
The innocent Fourth Brother was on the verge of tears. He couldn't possibly discuss such a sensitive topic with two thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls. Helpless, he could only patiently explain, "It's like this. When a man is thinking about certain things, that thing is very different from usual. What you saw before, Xiangjun, was the usual appearance."
Xiao Xiangjun snorted and frowned, "Then what's wrong with you now?"
The Fourth Brother blushed and said awkwardly, "When men and women are having sex... cough... it also becomes like this when I wake up in the morning. It has nothing to do with whether I want to or not."
Xiao Xiangjun saw that he was stammering and knew there must be something fishy going on. Her eyes widened, staring at him with a puzzled expression. Xianglan, being older and more sensible, calmed herself and whispered, "Lord Tianding, I see something unusual about your...something unusual. The color is deep and dark, like bruises. Could it be...that you accidentally pressed on it while sleeping last night, causing blood to stagnate and swell?" Chunjie almost fainted.
"
You...you've been in the Green Jade Pavilion for so long, haven't you ever seen a man like this before?" He immediately regretted asking. The Green Jade Pavilion was Nangong Qinyi's private residence, not a brothel. Why should Xianglan have "seen" it?
Xianglan shook her head. She wasn't the forgetful, ditzy Xiaojun. She was always cautious. After thinking carefully for a while, she whispered, "This size is too unusual. The color is also wrong. I think it looks like it's been pressed on for too long and has become a sore. Please have a doctor take a look. Reduce the swelling and bruises; delaying will only harm your health."
Chun Sige was truly about to faint. This was like a scholar encountering a soldier. There was no way to explain it. He could only wave his hand and say, "My two sisters, please go out first. I'll wash and dress myself." Unexpectedly, Xianglan was extremely responsible and firmly refused. Xiao Xiangjun waved her hand impatiently, "Stop arguing! I'll ask Miss Dai to take a look. If she says it's an illness, you'll have to obediently show yourself to the doctor."
The thought of having Nangong Qinyi see his ugly state almost made Fourth Brother faint. But then, Nangong Qinyi's ethereal beauty flashed through his mind like lightning: her slender, graceful waist; her smooth, white abdomen; her snow-white skin; and her seemingly transparent, long, jade-like legs.
He had seen Nangong Qinyi naked before. As his imagination raced, his lower body became increasingly erect. His purplish-red, blunt tip bulged out of his trousers, the crotch jiggling as if a large rat was stuffed inside.
"Still saying you're not sick!" Xiao Jun screamed. She covered her mouth in shock with one hand. Pointing at his crotch with the other, she exclaimed, "It...it moves by itself. And...it gets bigger. It's clearly...clearly a snake!"

(Chapter 318: Seduction and Forced

Confession) The fact that Lord Tian Ding had a snake hidden between his legs was extremely serious, especially after the quick-tongued Xiang Jun "spread" it. Fourth Brother was utterly humiliated.
Xiang Lan also realized the seriousness of the situation. She leaned closer, her pretty round face pressed against him.
"Heavens!" Xiang Lan was about to say "Oh!" but she held back, pursing her pink lips. "Lord Tian Ding, I'll go call Miss to come and take a look." Fourth Brother, usually so thick-skinned, wished he could dig a hole and disappear. He quickly waved his hand. "No need, no need. Really, no need. I can handle it myself."
"How can that be? Miss said everyone is following you south this time. If you fall ill, we'll all be left to starve." Xiangjun was anxious, shaking her head. "No, no! Quickly let Miss take a look at you. I'm familiar with Physician Wen, and I know a little about medicine. Ah, if Physician Wen were here, that would be even better."
The Physician was there too.
Fourth Brother was so anxious he was about to cry. Suddenly, there was a knock at the half-open door. A sweet and melodious voice said, "My lord, may I come in?" It was Hua Xiangrong.
Fourth Brother felt like he had been saved. He called out, "Sister Xiangrong." He felt relieved and almost cried with emotion.
He pushed the door open with a "Ah!" A beautiful, delicate figure in red entered gracefully. Before she even arrived, a warm, sweet, intoxicating fragrance of milk wafted by.
Hua Xiangrong was already as beautiful as a plum blossom. Her appearance and figure were both top-notch beauties. And then, she was accentuated by that gold-embroidered dress. Her skin appeared even whiter, smoother, and more alluring. She radiated a brilliance never before seen. Xiang Lanxiang hadn't really looked closely at her outfit yesterday in the carriage. That silver-embroidered tulip skirt paired with orange-red light silk was certainly the most fashionable style in the capital. However, far too many people wore it. Out of every ten noble ladies, three or four had bought one. A courtesan like her couldn't just follow the crowd like that. So, Hua Xiangrong cleverly changed the position of her belt. Although it was only a small change, it looked completely different, like a brand new dress. The two maids' eyes lit up at the same time. If it weren't for their concern about Lord Tian Ding's "illness," and their need to consult him in the morning for a detailed explanation,
"Eh. What's this?" The fair-skinned beauty, adorned with gold and red, leaned closer. She had clearly seen Pang Yu's embarrassing situation as soon as she entered, but pretended not to know anything and looked down. It was obvious she was deliberately teasing Pang Yu, wanting him to look even more embarrassed. Fortunately, Xianglan, being sensible, opened her arms to shield Lord Tianding from view, saying, "Miss, Lord Tianding is feeling unwell. He needs to rest for a while and will invite you back when he's feeling better."
Hua Xiangrong suppressed a laugh. Her watery eyes glanced at him, "Lord Tianding is ill?"
"Yes," Xiao Xiangjun quickly replied. "That swelling looks like a snake. It's probably due to blocked blood vessels. It's going to fester." Hua Xiangrong chuckled
. If she hadn't covered her mouth quickly, she probably would have laughed uncontrollably. Finally managing to stop the twitching, she raised a flushed, delicate hand to brush her hair back, composed herself, and said, "You two young ladies don't know, Lord Tianding's illness is very embarrassing. Even if you call the imperial physician, they might not be able to cure it. But I've seen this ailment before in the pavilion. And Mother Yaksha passed on a secret massage technique to me. Just a little massage on his back will make it go away as usual."
The two exchanged glances, half-doubting. Xiao Xiangjun spoke quickly. "Really? Miss Hua has a way? Hurry, hurry! I want to see how to cure it!"
Xianglan was the most sensible. She knew that the pavilion was a brothel. Hua Xiangrong had mostly learned methods there that were "unsuitable for young girls." She pulled Xiangjun aside and said, "Let's go out. Let Miss Xiangrong treat Lord Tianding first. If that doesn't work, we'll go and ask Miss Xiangjun to come."
"No way. I'll see." Xiangjun pouted. She refused to leave.
Hua Xiangjun suppressed a smile. She gave Pang Yu a flirtatious look: "Well, how about I treat you now?"
"No, no, no—" Si Fei quickly waved his hand. He reluctantly put on a friendly look, like a strange uncle trying to trick a little girl: "Xiangjun, would you like to go out? Let Miss Xiangrong cure my illness. Once I'm cured, we can go to Jiangnan to play as soon as possible. Jiangnan is great. The mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, the flowers are beautiful, and the girls are even more beautiful... cough. There's also a lot of food. And lots and lots of fun little things."
He opened his mouth. He could even handle a little princess. And this was none other than a little Xiangjun. Immediately, countless twinkling stars appeared in the little girl's eyes. She gazed out the window, her face adoringly cradled in her hands, imagining herself holding a handful of food. With her mouth full, she was pulled by Xiangjun's hand and obediently went out to wait, closing the door behind her. As soon as
the two beauties left, Hua Xiangrong couldn't contain herself. She clutched her stomach, doubled over with laughter, and, afraid of disturbing the two little maids outside, gritted her teeth to keep quiet. Her rosy, delicate face was as red as a cinnabar flower. She lay on the floor, kicking and twisting her waist, truly the most beautiful live shrimp in the world.
Fourth Brother, having just been teased by her, couldn't bring himself to back down. He turned away angrily and said, "What are you laughing at? If you come any later, they'll call Qin Yi!" Xiangrong laughed so hard she almost fell over, nearly catching her breath
. She patted her fair, plump chest with her little hands. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh dear. Who taught you to be so clever so early in the morning? You call me 'Qin Yi, Qin Yi' so affectionately. Everyone in the Nangong family should come and see your lecherous face. You little—lecherous—devil. Hehehehehe—"
Xue Runli, with her charming smile, laughed and fell onto the bed. Her voluptuous body almost fell into Pang Yu's arms. Their body heat made the sweet, creamy fragrance even more rich and thick. Just smelling it was enough to make one's heart flutter. Finally, Hua Xiangrong knew how to restrain herself. After laughing for a while, she finally stopped sobbing. She said, "Hmph. You still dare to be angry. Where did you go last night? I was worried about your long journey. I specially cooked lily and lotus seed porridge and brought it to you last night. I called for a long time but no one answered. When I came in, the room was empty. There wasn't even a ghost in sight.
"
"Ah?" Fourth Brother was stunned. This question was rather sensitive. He definitely couldn't tell her that he and Zou Xiyun had gone to the lake to play in the water last night. He mumbled, "Last night... oh... I had to go to the outhouse. Afterwards... I was afraid that, like the past few days, some bad guys would break in and cause trouble, disturbing your peaceful sleep, Sister Xiangrong. So I searched around the corners and near the wall. I didn't come back until midnight."
"Liar," Hua Xiangrong teased him, her delicate nose twitching. "Last night, Miss Zou wasn't in the room either. Did she climb the wall with you? Fool. You can't even tell a lie. You think you can fool me?"
"Who's lying to you? It's true. Believe it or not, go ask Miss Zou if she was with me." This was simply shameless denial. Rong chuckled. She gave him a coquettish look. "Still asking? From what you're saying, I know without asking that last night you two were—"
She drew out her words, deliberately not finishing. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Pang Yu, as if waiting to see the secret in the changes in his expression. Fourth Brother, how could he be so easily fooled? With a stern face, he said, "Hmph. No good deed goes unpunished. Last night, so you could get a good night's sleep, I stood guard outside for two hours. And this is what you get? Hey."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiangrong suddenly ripped off the thin blanket covering his private parts. His still-hot member sprang out, almost hitting her cheek.
"You—" Fourth Brother almost shouted. A couple of young girls were still outside. They swallowed their words back and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Hua Xiangrong smiled, her face flushed. "I just want you to tell the truth, sir." Her soft hands slid up Pang Yu's strong legs and grasped his hot, hard, erect member.
"You—" Pang Yu could only manage a shout. Hua Xiangrong lowered her head and took the egg-sized, purplish-red head of his member into her mouth. She began to suck on it with soft, sucking sounds. He had a small, peach-shaped mouth, similar to her narrow vulva. No matter how big it was, it was difficult to completely engulf the entire xx. Fortunately, her small hands were extremely skillful. Between her lips, she brought not only unparalleled pleasure to the flesh, but also her tips constantly hooking, teasing, and probing. Her smooth fingers enveloped the xx sac, rubbing it up and down, sucking and smacking. The sounds of fresh, juicy flesh were extremely lewd.
Pang Yu was caught off guard. He felt a surge of pleasure from her sucking, and couldn't help but close his eyes and raise his head. His hands gripped the edge tightly. Suddenly, he heard someone walking outside the door. He quickly called out to her:
"Want... don't... stop for a moment."
Hua Xiangrong spat out a wet, glistening, swollen nipple from her mouth. She lifted her rosy lips, her hair slightly disheveled. A layer of sweat glistened on her delicate nose. Her breath was hot and moist. Her breasts heaved. Before Pang Yu could rise, she cupped his breast with her small, soft hands, as white as honey, even the tips of her palms tinged with a delicate pinkish-orange. "My lord, will you tell me or not?" Hua Xiangrong wiped the white fluid from the corner of her mouth. She rubbed it with her tender, bamboo shoot-like fingers, spreading it evenly over her soft breasts. Her large, almond-shaped eyes darted around. "Isn't serving you like this enough? Do you want me to go deeper, to 'suck' it all out for you before you'll tell me the truth?" Her voice was soft and sweet. Even without intentionally seductive, it still sent shivers down one's spine. Now it was even more intoxicating, making Pang Yu feel a strange itch in his lower abdomen. His blood boiled. He almost pressed her onto the bed, stripped her clothes off, and begged for sex on the spot. He'd finally released his pent-up desire from his nightly tryst with Zou Xiyun. If it had been Hua Xiangrong teasing him like this the day before, he definitely wouldn't have hesitated. He
would have pounced on her and started. Seeing his unmoved reaction, Rong became even more certain that something had happened last night. She giggled, reached behind her neck, lowered her head, and untied the drawstring of her bodice. She also pulled open the gold and red sleeves of her bodice a little. Her large, snow-white breasts, now without support, burst out.
Fourth Brother almost had a nosebleed. He barely managed to hold it in when Xiao Xiangjun's impatient shout suddenly rang out from outside: "Lord Tian Ding, are you done yet? I'm coming in. After serving you and Sister Lan, I need to go back to accompany Miss." Before she finished speaking, with a "whoosh," the door was gently pushed open halfway.

Chapter 319 A Passionate Entanglement

"No! No, no, no—" Fourth Brother cried out. Little Xiangjun ignored him, only half-stepping inside. Helplessly, she cast a pleading look at Hua Xiangrong. Hua Xiangrong pouted her red lips, winked at him, and called out, "Sister Xiangjun, please wait a little longer. The Lord's illness is not ordinary; if we delay any longer, even cutting off his entire lower body won't cure him. It's a so-called venereal disease, more common among bad people than good ones. Coming in now will ruin everything. Lord Tianding will likely need three to five days to recover."
"Three to five days?"
Little Xiangjun, who was eagerly anticipating finishing serving Pang Yu's washing up and immediately setting off for Jiangnan, was terrified by the word "serious." She quickly retreated, closing the door behind her. Pang Yu breathed a
sigh of relief. Before he could recover, he suddenly saw Hua Xiangrong pulling her slender, pinkish-orange fingers, as if coated with honey, under her armpits inside her clothes. Carefully scraping away, she revealed a large handful of moist flesh, like piles of snow. Soft and smooth, even more so than creamy cheese. It truly bounced and swayed with the slightest touch.
Her breasts were incredibly abundant, their texture exceptionally fine and soft. Even with a bodice covering her flesh, she still had to spread the large mounds of snowy flesh under her armpits to close her clothes. She untied the bodice, revealing a pair of perfectly rounded breasts. Their size was even more impressive than when the bodice had first slipped out, like two large melons placed side by side. The heavy lower edges hung full and plump, while the rosy nipples stood proudly erect; the size and roundness of her breasts were beyond the reach of even an outstretched hand. With
such beautiful breasts before him, what man could resist? Fourth Brother was no saint, much less the impotent Liu Xiahui. Before he could even swallow, a surge of desire welled up within him. He pounced on her, pushed her down, and reached out to grasp her breasts. The moment he touched those intoxicatingly soft breasts, Hua Xiangrong slapped his hand away. She glared at him with a coquettish laugh, her alluring, watery eyes still captivating: "Can you tell the truth now, sir?"
(Damn, I'm not susceptible to seduction!)
On matters of principle, Fourth Brother's will was always firm.
"Tell the truth? I'm telling the truth. Last night I really was..."
"You really aren't telling the truth?" Hua Xiangrong sat up from the couch, her cat-like eyes watching his ample breasts rise and fall with each breath, bouncing incessantly.
(Boobs shaking, damn it. I'm not into that!)
"What are you saying? I'm telling the truth, the very truth—" he emphasized repeatedly. To prove his innocence, he even shifted his body back slightly, demonstrating his resistance to seduction.
"You're still trying to deny it?"
"If I deny it, may the Thunder God strike me dead." Fourth Brother cursed—what the hell is the Thunder God? We don't believe in that stuff.
"I don't believe you," Hua Xiangrong said defiantly, her red lips gleaming. Her malicious smile remained cat-like. A sharp glint in her eyes seized him.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll have to use force."
Afraid of you? Fourth Brother is famously indomitable, impervious to poverty or wealth...
Fourth Brother hasn't even reached the point of "lust" yet. Hua Xiangrong suddenly parted her beautiful legs, kneeling before him. She cupped her breasts, clamping her monstrous flesh between them, and thrusting her hips up and down. This is "using force"?!
Fourth Brother finally realized what was happening. He felt his manhood enveloped in a soft, tender mass of flesh. Compared to Hua Xiangrong's (censored) moist and pleasurable state, her breasts were much smoother and more delicate, like powder. Although his manhood had been sucked by her mouth and was covered in saliva, and there was a thin layer of sweat between her breasts, the sensation of the manipulation was vastly different from that inside. The pleasure and pleasure were indistinguishable.
My God. There really is such a thing as... such a forced confession!!
He saw the beauty kneeling before him, her clothes mostly intact, even the sash under her breasts still fastened. Yet, she presented two proud, white breasts, sandwiching his monstrous member. He forcefully manipulated and accommodated it. The visual stimulation and satisfaction far outweighed the physical pleasure. He trembled from the pleasure of her breasts, yet he couldn't tear his gaze away. He grabbed her bare, rounded shoulders, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hua... no... Rong... so good Rongrong. Your breasts... are so smooth and soft! More tender than tofu."
Hua Rong was extremely pleased. She smiled seductively, "Which is better, mine or mine?"
Rong was determined to seduce him. He simply followed suit and became wanton. He chuckled lewdly, “Rongrong, your little hole is like a narrow pouch full of loaches and eels. Warm and cozy, so comfortable. Your breasts are like big, white tofu, soft and smooth… Hmm. I don’t know which is better. Rongrong, after you’ve finished, give me a couple more thrusts. Then you’ll know exactly when it’s time!” Although his mind was racing with pleasure, he still had his senses. He wondered why Hua Xiangrong was so determined to find out, even going so far as to offer herself, just to find out where he had gone last night… Something’s not right. Even if she knew he and Xiao Yunyun had an affair, it wouldn’t benefit her. It’s not like kicking one of them out would allow her to monopolize the title of courtesan… This is so strange. The motive doesn’t hold water—something’s still not right. Why would she go to such lengths if there’s no motive? If she doesn’t have any other purpose… what purpose could she have? What purpose could she possibly have? He became increasingly confused, but deliberately uttered some lewd and explicit
words to buy himself time to think. Don't be fooled into stepping into the trap set by that flower girl. That would be a huge loss. A loss of body. A loss of person. A loss of essence and money. A moment of pleasure that has brought shame upon oneself!
"Lord Tian Ding is so wicked. He's using such vulgar language to tease me—" Hua Xiangrong lowered her head in shame. Her cheeks were flushed red. If Zou Xiyun's blush last night was due to arousal, an enticing prelude to Pang Yu's advance, she seemed to be able to control it. She was naturally alluring, with no taboos about matters between men and women. Even if the other party spoke vulgar words about private parts without any restraint, she shouldn't be so ashamed—a woman who often teases men, could she really be made to "lower her head and droop her neck" by a few words from a man? Impossible! She was obviously deliberately seducing Fourth Brother again. It was obviously a motive—no—ah!
Fourth Brother exhaled a long breath of pleasure. Hua Xiangrong cupped her snowy breasts with both hands. Her voluptuous breasts fully enveloped his swollen member. Her delicate nipples peeked out from between his fingers. Her once pink clitoris was now swollen and red. Whether from excessive pressure or overwhelming passion, she kneaded her breasts like dough, squeezing water from her full breasts like squeezing out tofu. Sweaty cleavage made soft, wet sounds. Even though her alluring beauty was pleasing to the eye, the pleasure in his body completely overshadowed the visual enjoyment.
"My lord. Is this...this way comfortable? Is this better? Or like before..." Hua Xiangrong asked him coquettishly, her breath coming in a hazy, murmured voice.
Fourth Brother squinted and exhaled, whispering, "Both...both are good! Rongrong, I...I'm so happy!" But in his heart, he thought, "I'm not so easily subdued. You want me to tell you about my reconciliation with my wife? Dream on!"
Hua Xiangrong tilted her flushed face up. She saw a hidden resilience in his lustful eyes. Her smile, however, became even more alluring. Even her rosy nose and chest were damp with sweat. She breathed hot air onto the dragon's head. Pang Yu, feeling comfortable, arched his back repeatedly. His firm abdominal muscles bulged and trembled slightly.
"So, Lord Tian Ding loves my tofu-making! I'm so good at it. What do you want from me?" "
A reward...a reward for Rongrong...a reward for Rongrong with a big, hot stick, okay? "
"That's too much. I don't want it."
Hua Xiangrong's eyes, like a cat's, quickened their pace. Her tone was full of coquettish desire, like a young girl. She said in a sweet voice, "I came here as soon as I woke up this morning, sir. I'm so hungry now. Please, sir, have mercy. Give me a cup of hot, thick, sweet, fragrant, nourishing almond tea." "This servant loves your almond tea the most, sir." She lowered her head and forcefully took the dragon's head into her small mouth.
Pang Yu could no longer hold back. His body stiffened. The hot, thick fluid seemed to spray out of his glans with countless particles. It was a fierce and rapid ejaculation. Once his ejaculation was released, he became ruthless. Holding Hua Xiangrong's delicate pink face, he thrust forward desperately. The hot, sticky fluid choked her, causing her to tilt her head back. But she held on tightly to her small mouth. Her slender, snowy neck bulged with the expansion and contraction of her penis, and a few blue veins appeared. She swallowed most of the fluid with a few "gurgling" sounds in her throat. The remaining sticky fluid overflowed from her lips, moistened with a little bit of watery saliva.
In this way, Pang Yu was completely drained by her. Xiangrong giggled, looking like a little girl who had won a game. Her watery, beautiful eyes gradually showed a seductive and wicked light: "Sir, you have rewarded this servant with almond tea." " It would be such a waste not to finish it.
" A slender finger touched the corner of her mouth, wiping a strand of glistening liquid onto her red lips. She suddenly leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting.
The two kissed passionately. If it weren't for the people outside the cabin, Fourth Brother would have already pushed her onto the embroidered couch and started making love to her. Finally, they separated, both panting in each other's arms. Yu felt two unusually soft mounds against his chest, and even her breath smelled of fresh flowers and fruits. Her naked, beautiful body was incomparably exquisite, making him not want to let her go at all… Xiang Rong winked playfully, revealing a hint of… A cunning, triumphant expression. Pang Yu had no time to question. Just a glance exchanged with her, and suddenly he felt a momentary loss of focus. His throat went dry. The fire in his lower abdomen didn't subside; instead, it burned even hotter. His senses gradually faded. In a daze, he seemed to return to that passionate night several years ago. On the embroidered bed of Hua Xiangrong in the secluded fairy palace. No imperial physician interrupted. Rong bit his ear, praising his thick, powerful member without reservation. Boldly demanding of him, she invited him to penetrate her and try positions neither of them had ever used…
“My lord—” Hua Xiang bit his ear, whispering sweetly, “Where did you…go last night? Tell me, please?” Pang
Yu had lost his mind. Even his pupils were unfocused and hazy. He was like a walking corpse. He mumbled incoherently, "Last night... I... Xi Yun and I... went..."
There were a few knocks outside. Nangong Qin Yi's gentle and melodious voice came from outside. "Lord Tian Ding, I heard you're sick!" Qin Yi asked slightly. "May I take a look?"

In Chapter 320, Facing the Beauty, Pang

Yu's chest clenched. Before he could relax, another light footstep came from behind the door: "Lord Tian Ding, I heard you're sick. Last night... yesterday you were... fine." It was Zou Xi Yun. She almost let slip in her nervousness. Fortunately, she stopped herself in time.
The footsteps stopped abruptly. It was the sensible Xiang Lan who stopped her: "Miss Zou, don't worry. My young lady has some medical knowledge. Let's go in and let Lord Tian Ding take a look." Xiao Xiang Jun, however, covered her mouth and giggled. It was obvious that she had run off and shouted. Only then did a group of people gather.
"Lord Tian Ding! Lord Tian Ding!" Nangong Yi called out several times. But there was no response from inside the room. Remembering what Xiang Jun had said about Hua Xiangrong using some secret technique to cure Pang Yu, she couldn't help but say, "Perhaps Miss Xiangrong is treating Lord Tian Ding at a crucial moment. Let's wait a little longer." She was reserved and not in a hurry. The mischievous little Xiang Jun wouldn't have it. She kept urging, "Miss, Miss, let's go in quickly. Maybe Miss Hua's evil magic is making Lord Tian Ding even sicker."
"Don't talk nonsense." Nangong Qinyi stopped her. Little Xiang Jun pouted and dared not say another word. A cold, delicate snort sounded behind her: "Bad person. What bad things are you doing hiding in there?" She turned around and saw... no. She only then realized it was Princess Anle's voice. She had already disappeared.
"Bang..." Then a loud crash. Then the sound of the door collapsing.
The door to Pang Yu's quarters was kicked open by the furious little princess.
Everyone rushed into the room. As the dust settled, they saw the scene on the bed. Pang Yu, wearing a sweat-soaked coat, sat cross-legged on the couch, wiping his mouth and nose with a damp cloth. His eyes were vacant, and his face was ashen, as if he had just vomited. Hua Xiangrong knelt behind him, carefully rubbing his back. Both of them were fully clothed, not at all like they were hiding inside doing anything "bad."
"You... what are you hiding for?" Zhao, with her small feet, rushed to the bedside. One hand on her slender waist, the other poking Pang Yu's nose, she asked fiercely with the air of a princess.
Pang Yu just covered his mouth, his eyes glazed over, as if he had lost his soul.
Zhao, enraged by being "ignored," unleashed her spoiled temper and slapped him
across the head. Hua Xiangrong pulled Pang Yu's arm, just in time to help him dodge. She smiled sweetly, "Lord Tian Ding caught a chill last night. I massaged him for a while, and he's much better now." Her delicate hands, stained red with balsam juice (from her fingernails), gently patted his back. Pang Yu's body trembled, and his unfocused eyes gradually focused. He leaned weakly against the windowsill, panting heavily.
Zhao'er, still angry, was about to hit him, but seeing that Pang seemed genuinely "recovered," her anger instantly turned to concern. She opened her large, round eyes and asked urgently, "You...you...you...what's wrong? Sick? What's wrong? Are you...you...you...are you feeling better?"
"No, nothing. Much better," Pang Yu replied with a smile. What else could he say? Could he tell the women that Hua Xiangrong had just used his oral sex and breast stimulation to extract information about who he had been with last night, and what they had done? He had indeed gone to the lakeside with Zou Xiyun and done *that* kind of thing. Of course not. As for what happened earlier, as he was being questioned, he had inevitably been aroused. And then... He vaguely remembered having sex with the flower fairy. Then, he vaguely heard some sounds outside. And then... and then he was like this now. His head was a little dizzy. His breathing was a little rapid. His mind was a little unclear. But the swelling (or erection?) in a certain place had successfully "disappeared."
No wonder. He was almost completely drained by this naturally alluring woman's full power. All the essence he had accumulated overnight had been released. To be "masculine" again would be to become a monster, a lewd beast. Fourth Brother is neither a monster nor a lewd beast. So, naturally, Xiang Rong "cured" him.
Nan Yi scanned him, finding nothing unusual. She even skipped taking his pulse, not giving Pang Yu a chance to touch her hand. Xiang Lan was meticulous and thoughtful. She had originally intended to keep her to serve Pang Yu, but a glance at Zou Xiyun's anxious face caught her eye. Her mind had raced through her thoughts, but her face remained impassive. She smiled gently, "I see Sister Xiangrong must be tired from treating the master. Perhaps I can help you rest for a while?"
Hua Xiangrong didn't refuse. She reached out and let Nangong Qinyi take her arm. She followed her gracefully, her gait and figure still alluring. She didn't seem like she had just finished serving a man. Only before leaving did a flash of resentment and disappointment cross her eyes, but it instantly transformed into a charming smile. She glanced at Pang Yu from afar, waving a thin handkerchief she had used to wipe her genitals: "My lord, if you need anything in the future, just ask me! Hehehehe..."
"Pah! Vixen! Shameless!" The upright Fourth Brother didn't even look at her, seemingly indifferent
. But the little princess jumped up and cursed angrily. She was the first to disapprove of the flower demon's seductive behavior.
Hua Xiangrong smiled sweetly. She didn't retort, but deliberately puffed out her full, melon-like breasts. Her gaze, however, lingered on Zhao's almost flat chest. Zhao's greatest insecurity was her small breasts, which never seemed to grow. Provoked by this, she grinned her little tiger teeth and lunged forward to bite. Nangong Qinyi blocked her way, gently saying, "Don't be naughty. Okay? Be good. Come on. Sister has something good for you later."
Zhao had been rebellious since childhood, always taking things the wrong way ("Tell me not to cause trouble? I'll cause trouble!"). Only when Nangong Qinyi spoke did she know how to save face and not cause trouble. She snorted, pouting, with an arrogant expression that said, "For Sister Nangong's sake, I won't pursue this." She followed behind.
The door closed. Pang Yujing relaxed, sitting down with a "plop." After a while, he noticed Zou Xiyun standing motionless by the bed, her bright eyes looking pitiful. She looked at him with concern and a hint of doubt.
"Wife, Miss Zou, did you sleep well last night?" He was afraid someone might still be nearby, so he swallowed back his affectionate greeting.
"Mmm," Zou Xiyun responded. She leaned closer like a submissive young lady. She first touched his forehead with her hand. Only when she felt no fever did she feel relieved. Hearing no voices outside the door (Zou Xiyun was skilled in martial arts; she could tell by sound whether everyone had left), she asked in a low voice, "You... and Miss Xiangrong... just now..." "
Nothing," Fourth Brother said very quickly, almost instinctively denying it. "I didn't do anything to her. Really. It was intentional. No. We didn't... cough. Wife, you don't believe me? Last night I was completely drained by you. Not a drop left. How could I possibly..."
Zou Xiyun blushed. Perhaps she was thinking of their passionate lovemaking the night before. She rolled her eyes at him shyly: "If you didn't, that's fine. But if you had an affair with her, I... I definitely won't forgive you." She was ultimately too proud to admit it. Even in broad daylight, nothing could compare to facing her beloved face-to-face. After speaking, she turned away. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, her profile revealing a captivating curve. She was truly beautiful beyond compare.
"If that ever happened, I wouldn't even know myself," Fourth Brother solemnly assured her. To be honest, he hadn't done anything to Hua Xiangrong willingly. Everything was "forced." The result, of course, was an easy pass. With his beauty by his side, he didn't bother to think about why he'd been so distracted earlier. He simply pounced on her and did what a husband and wife should "do" in the morning—a kiss, a handshake, and perhaps a few more touches. Don't misunderstand. Fourth Brother was an upright man. He wouldn't push his wife away after he'd run out
of his "sex." It only took about fifteen minutes. The two composed themselves and walked out one after the other, not holding hands. Just as they closed the door, they saw Xianglan waiting at the corner of the corridor, watching them from afar. She stepped forward and asked, "Are you feeling better, sir?"
"Uh... good... thank you for your trouble, sister."
"It's not like we're the ones who're bothering you,
" Xiangjun suddenly appeared in the aisle. She glared at him angrily, rolling her dark eyes and saying, "You're not thinking about anything this early in the morning. You lecherous scoundrel. Shameless." Judging from her expression and words, she must have realized her mistake earlier. Xianglan gently nudged her with her elbow. Little Xiangjun angrily said, "Why did you bump into me? It's not like I lied or lied for no reason." She turned away angrily, throwing down the words, "Miss asked me to take you to breakfast." She stomped her little foot and walked away without looking back. It was unclear whether she was being stubborn or leading the way. Fourth Brother was quite embarrassed. He was afraid that bringing up that matter again would displease Zou Xiyun. He could only swallow his anger. Zou Xiyun, on the other hand, was composed. She lowered her eyes and head, and followed behind with a dignified gait.
Breakfast was set up in the flat area of the West Flower Hall. The morning air was cool and refreshing. The beautiful scenery of the lake was indeed a wonderful place. Nangong Qinyi had chosen this spot last night. This morning, she sent Yuanyuan and Xiaowan to prepare breakfast. Liu Yunxiang, being a good friend of Lord Tianding, tried his best to flatter her. Although he had been turned away countless times, he was determined to win her over. Somehow, he had learned that Nangong Qinyi loved river fish, and this morning he had brought several live Songjiang fish. These fish are found everywhere, but only those from Songjiang have four gills, making them exceptionally fresh and tender. The Sui Emperor once praised them as "the best in the southeast." Poets such as Du Fu, Bai Juyi, and Wei Yingwu also wrote poems praising them. They are said to nourish the five internal organs, strengthen muscles and bones, harmonize the stomach and intestines, benefit the liver, and treat edema. Yuanyuan and Xiaowan, skilled in cooking, cooked the finely sliced fish with shiitake mushrooms and bamboo shoots, creating a steaming bowl of fresh fish. The fish was extremely fresh, finely sliced, and placed at the bottom of the bowl. Sprinkle with a little shredded ginger and chopped scallions. Then simmer it briefly in the smooth, glistening broth. The aroma is wonderful, and the texture is perfectly cooked. Fourth Brother ate it with great relish. Then, he started showing off again.

Chapter 321: Poetry Moves the Beauty's Heart

~ Leaving the Village Before the Reeds, Under the Rainbow Pavilion, Money Doesn't Matter. I Bought a Jade Ruler, How Can It Be Straight and Round? White Body with Three or Four Black Spots, Fine Scales and White Mouth, a Pair of Freshness. "The spring breeze already has its true flavor, but I imagine the autumn wind will be even more striking—"
After finishing a full bowl of fish porridge, Fourth Brother was suddenly inspired to write poetry, and a poem flowed from his lips.
He was a humble man; ever since Ouyang Xiu, the capital's top scholar, conceded defeat, and Liu Yong, the world's top scholar, was sincerely impressed, our Fourth Brother rarely "spoke of poetry" or "spoke of lyrics" anymore—one should be modest; being too flamboyant is not good. The wise and powerful Fourth Brother was already famous throughout the capital; did he need to write poetry to gain popularity?
But today, he truly couldn't help himself.
Hearing Fourth Brother recite poetry, the bright eyes of the three beauties lit up simultaneously . Even the four maids serving him looked at him with admiration. Hmm, he could compose poetry on the spot, without even needing to prepare. No wonder he was the talented scholar who made Liu Sanbian, who chased Nangong Qinyi all the way to the capital, so ashamed he had to leave!
It's no wonder, in the innocent era of the Song Dynasty, what beauty didn't love a talented man? (Bam, a thousand years later in the 21st century, talented men are nothing, everyone loves money now), especially a peerless beauty who was adored by thousands, had no worries about food or drink, and lived a carefree life. What else could she possibly want in life but to find a talented man?
— A man who could compose erotic poetry with such skill, who wouldn't love him? Ahahahahahahaha!!!
Fourth Brother smiled modestly, just about to ask Xianglan to serve him another bowl to savor, when the little princess at the table kicked him hard from below: "You bastard, you bad guy, you're reciting crooked poems again, trying to seduce Sister Qinyi?" "
Pfft—" Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but almost spit out the small bite she had just tasted.
"What seduction? You... don't slander me!" Fourth Brother dodged her flying kick, but couldn't dodge the stomp that followed, wincing in pain, tears almost welling up in his eyes.
"Hmph!" The little princess proudly tossed her head. "My brother said. Anyone in this world who goes around reciting poetry for no reason is either trying to scam drinks, or... showing off their literary talent to seduce girls!" "As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Xiangjun chuckled, as if it had been pre-arranged to provide context for her accusation
. Fourth Brother was truly on the verge of tears. He wanted nothing more than to curse the heavens and his mother. No, he wanted to curse his brother-in-law, the Emperor. You are so damn shameless! You have no talent for writing poetry and lyrics, yet you insult us literati and corrupt your own sister! My
wonderful first-class fish poem has been ruined! Aa ... "Nangong Qinyi gently placed the porcelain bowl down. She raised her eyes and took a sip. Her slender fingers, as white as cream, were almost the same color as the bone china. "This fish is cut like thin silk threads. It can be blown away with a light touch. It's a feast for the eyes. The fish is fresh and tender. The porridge is sticky and refreshing. It's truly a delicacy." " So, a delicacy can just be used to spout these lousy poems!" Zhao Zhenhuan argued with her fourth brother. She tossed her rosy cheeks and arrogantly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "My brother the Emperor said that what he despises most in this world are those pretentious scholars who only know how to show off their poetry and can't do anything practical. If you have talent, come and serve the court! What's the point of making a scene outside, hanging around brothels, and seducing respectable women! The decadent atmosphere of Jiangnan was spread by you lecherous scholars. Humph!" After saying that, she gave Pang Yu a big eye roll. Jealousy, naked jealousy!

Fourth Brother really wanted to grab his lecherous, philandering brother-in-law, the Emperor, and beat him up. Damn it, he can't even leave the palace himself, and when he does, the Empress Dowager has people watching him so he doesn't dare go to brothels. So he's taking his anger out on us talented scholars who treat brothels like secondhand homes! This is slander, wanton defamation! If you weren't the Emperor, I, Pang Si, would definitely represent all the talented men in the world to destroy you!
Is the Emperor's brother-in-law the Emperor? Of course he is!
So, Fourth Brother could only hold back, secretly cursing the late Emperor in his heart.
Seeing his pitiful expression, as if he had suffered a great injustice and had nowhere to turn, even Nangong Qinyi, with her refined and ethereal demeanor and detachment from worldly affairs, couldn't help but purse her lips, her expression a half-smile, her beautiful eyes darting around with a hint of mischief: "Throughout history, countless scholars and poets have praised the Songjiang fish. It is precisely because of the praise written by so many poets and scholars throughout history that this fish has become so famous. Du Fu, in his poem 'Boating on Fang Gong's West Lake,' praised the fish he ate: 'The fish is cooked like a drum, the threads are cooked, the knife whistles and the threads fly.' Chen Zuo, the former Vice Minister of State Affairs of our dynasty, also wrote 'On Songling,' which says: 'A small boat is moored on the shore, reluctant to leave, in the autumn wind and slanting sun, in the land of fish.'" "Lord Tian Ding's impromptu poem just now, using a ruler to depict the shape of the fish and imagining the abundance of fish in the Songjiang area, vividly portrayed the deliciousness of the four types of fish in Songjiang. Even those who have never tasted the fish's freshness can savor the exquisite flavor of this supreme delicacy, 'Snow Pine Crisp and Thousand Threads,' from between the lines after reading the poem." As she spoke, she intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Zou Xiyun. Although
she tried to feign mere admiration, a hint of genuine joy crept into the corners of her mouth—after all, how could she not be happy when her man's poetry was so beautiful that even the most famous courtesan in the land was moved and praised? Why was she
glaring at her! In those days, it was customary for men to have multiple wives and concubines; a man who couldn't attract bees and butterflies was truly unwanted!
"Well done, well said, 'Snow Pine Crisp and Thousand Threads!'" "Nangong Qinyi had barely finished speaking when Fourth Brother interrupted, flattering her again, "Sister Nangong, your words flow like fine poetry, truly worthy of being the most talented woman in the capital. I am completely convinced, I admit defeat, I prostrate myself before you..."
"You are too modest, sir. Qinyi was just feeling it, but one line is not as good as your seven-character quatrain." Nangong Qinyi smiled gracefully, coldly cutting off Fourth Brother's flattery. The little princess seemed to have a grudge against him; unable to win the verbal battle, she glared fiercely with her big eyes, refusing to let him off
the hook. Fourth Brother didn't care. Being glared at by a little girl who was still incredibly cute even when angry, he enjoyed his porridge more and more. He ate four bowls in a row and was still not satisfied. He wiped his mouth with his big hand: "Xianglan, give me another bowl." The little princess was so angry that she almost flew into a rage, slamming her little hand heavily on the table: "I'm full, hmph!" She threw down her chopsticks, pouted, and ran out without looking back, leaving more than half of the porridge in her bowl and the fish slices untouched.
Nangong Qinyi quickly took a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, saying, "Please enjoy your meal, everyone. I'll go check on things." She got up and followed her out, leaving Zou Xi to Pang Yu's right, head bowed, eating, not daring to look at her lover too much. Her drooping neck and graceful posture were elegant and serene, like a beautiful jade Guanyin.
Hua Xiangrong leaned against the table leg, smiling faintly, not missing a single expression from everyone.
"White snow poems, timeless tunes, clear streams, drunken boats on the five lakes. ~The fish tastes delicious as the autumn wind rises, let's invite each other to visit the grotto-heaven—" Fourth Brother shook his head with some regret (few people appreciate it!), casually added another bite, and under the admiring gazes of a pair of beauties, with his belly protruding and burping, he quietly returned to his room.
After
a short rest following the meal, the group set off. A handsome man, three cars full of beautiful women, and a beautiful bodyguard (don't forget Sister Paifeng!) continued their journey towards the picturesque Jiangnan region.
Fourth Brother was a very low-key person. As an imperial envoy, on behalf of Heaven, he could have indulged in a life of pleasure and collected gifts along the way, but the upright Fourth Brother always maintained a low profile. Only every three to seven days, when everyone was exhausted from the journey, would he seek out the government offices, reveal his identity, and try to find a place to rest overnight, like in Yingchang Prefecture. Otherwise, he would avoid disturbing the authorities.
Even when resting, he never attended banquets at night, because he had many important things to do, such as… comforting his lonely wife in bed, and enjoying the triple stimulation of his hands, mouth, and breasts by the Flower Fairy.
—A useless man who can't even create an opportunity for an affair doesn't deserve two such stunning beauties!
No wonder they say Fourth Brother has the air of a saint. In ancient times, Yu the Great controlled the floods, passing his home three times without entering. Now, Pang Si, acting as Heaven's representative, travels incognito, observing the people's hearts and understanding their opinions, passing government offices countless times without disturbing them.
But unfortunately, the beauties in the three carriages are too conspicuous, sometimes even requiring detours to avoid the authorities.
Of course, Fourth Brother doesn't always "hide," Han Qi... The three hundred elite Imperial Guards under his command had already been dispatched by him to the counties and prefectures along the way to conduct overt and covert investigations and gather evidence of wrongdoing. If needed, if the Imperial Envoy were to intervene to uphold justice and safeguard the nation, Fourth Brother would not hesitate!
Just like the song says—"Wherever there is injustice, there I am!"
Any corrupt official who had not served under Grand Tutor Pang for a long time, yet possessed considerable political achievements, or who had wreaked havoc in the region and committed heinous crimes, incurring the wrath of both heaven and man, Fourth Brother would arrest them all, regardless of their background. Regardless of background, he would interrogate and question anyone on the spot, then drag them to the execution ground and be beheaded on the spot!
What was the point of stealing the imperial sword from his brother-in-law, the emperor? To kill!
Punishing corrupt officials, eliminating sycophants, and solving doubtful cases—thus, the reputation of "Young Judge Pang" resounded throughout all the nearby counties and prefectures, eventually spreading throughout the land!
But one thing was very frustrating. He didn't know what had offended our beloved princess, but from the moment they started drinking porridge until the half-month journey, Zhao… She constantly beat and kicked him, verbally abused him, and deliberately complained, never giving Fourth Brother a kind look. If it weren't for Nangong Qinyi repeatedly seeking him out privately, gently and tactfully pleading with him not to mind and to tolerate the spoiled and unruly little princess who was pampered by her emperor brother in the palace, Fourth Brother would have really wanted to cruelly abandon this spoiled, almost brutal, little princess!
His immense tolerance of the little princess's arrogance earned him Nangong Qinyi's gentleness…
(The End)

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