[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 19-21

Chapter 127, A Night of Destiny:

"Then I'll marry you,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a playful smile.

"Thank you, Young Master Yang!"

Xu Yueqing said happily, then felt that her behavior was really lacking in restraint. Her face flushed, she murmured, "Only one man, Young Master Yang, has lain on this bed."

"It smells very good."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Where's your pig-headed maid?" "She's not a pig-headed maid. She's very beautiful. She was just wearing a mask that day."

Xu Yueqing chuckled. "Yan Shipan wanted to marry me, so I wore that mask to scare him to death. Later, Xiao Qu was kidnapped by villains, and you and Shaofeng rescued her. My father then spread the news that I was dead, so I was able to stay in the manor peacefully."

"I see. I misunderstood."

Yang Zhuihui sighed. "The world is unpredictable. I never thought we would sleep together."

"I thought I would never see Young Master Yang again. I heard from my father that you were very brave and defeated 50,000 Tatars single-handedly. I really want to see that scene!"

"Actually, it wasn't just me. That's an exaggeration. There were also some very good people who helped me."

“No matter what, Young Master Yang is a great hero in Qing’er’s eyes. Serving Young Master Yang is Qing’er’s greatest blessing. I only hope that Young Master Yang will treat Qing’er well.”

Yang Zhuihui stroked Xu Yueqing’s smooth shoulders and said, “So, do you want to be a concubine or the principal wife?”

“That’s all up to Young Master Yang. Qing’er wouldn’t dare to say anything recklessly.”

Xu Yueqing felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and instinctively pressed herself against Yang Zhuihui, her breasts pressed against his armpits. She murmured, “Qing’er doesn’t care about titles or ranks. They’re meaningless.”

“Hmm, I like women like this.”

Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, “Isn’t this too hot?”

“No, it’s just right.”

“Why don’t you take that off too? Anyway, you’re my woman. And to make the act more realistic, you should take off your undergarment and throw it on the ground. That way, your father will know you’ve completed your mission when he sees it tomorrow morning.”

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui started licking his lips.

“Does it have to be this way?”

Xu Yueqing seemed very shy.

"I just said it casually, don't take it to heart." "

But I think what Young Master Yang said makes a lot of sense, and Qing'er should have some physical intimacy with Young Master Yang, so that Young Master Yang will remember Qing'er. Otherwise, if I leave tomorrow, Young Master Yang will forget about Qing'er."

As she spoke, Xu Yueqing had already untied the rope of her bodice, panting, "Please help me take it off, Young Master Yang."

"Alright, then I'll be a good person this time."

Yang Zhuihui, that big lecher, almost drooled. He very seriously helped Xu Yueqing take off her bodice, casually threw it on the ground, and hugged her tightly. Her breasts pressed against Yang Zhuihui's chest, and they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Feeling something pressing against her private area, Xu Yueqing murmured, "Young Master Yang, there's something down there, it's very uncomfortable."

"That's a man's thing, you should know that."

"What is it?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, "Why don't you touch it yourself?"

"Is that alright?"

"Of course."

When Xu Yueqing's slender hand landed on Yang Zhuihui's penis, Yang Zhuihui really wanted to pin her down and have a good time with her.

Having received a traditional education from a young age, Xu Yueqing had no idea about male anatomy, so she was completely ignorant of sex, even what should be done in the bridal chamber. In her mind, she thought that all men and women should do was sleep together, nothing more.

Stroking Yang Zhuihui's penis, Xu Yueqing asked, "What's this for?" Yang Zhuihui wanted to answer that it was for fucking her, but wanting to maintain his gentlemanly image, he explained, "When a man and a woman unite, the man inserts this thing into the woman's vagina, where you pee, understand?"

"Where?"

Xu Yueqing exclaimed, quickly releasing his grip, saying, "Qing'er was being presumptuous, I thought it was Young Master Yang's secret weapon, I didn't know it was part of the body."

Modern society emphasizes popularizing sex education, and as a transmigrator, Yang Zhuihui felt obligated to do so, so he explained to her terms like intercourse, sexual organs, and orgasm—terms Xu Yueqing had never heard before—making her blush.

"Now you know what to do in the bridal chamber, right?"

"Hmm, it's scary,"

Xu Yueqing murmured.

"Actually, once you've tried it, it won't seem scary."

Yang Zhuihui stroked Xu Yueqing's hair, smelling her jasmine-scented skin, his penis hardening painfully.

"It's really uncomfortable to have it on like this,"

Xu Yueqing emphasized.

"Didn't I just tell you? It only gets this hard when it's with a woman it likes. If it's soft like an eel, it means you don't attract me at all. Would you still want that?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"Of course not,"

Xu Yueqing blurted out. "Anyway, all I ask for is a man who loves and cherishes me, and a complete family."

"Hmm, I can give you that."

Yang Zhuihui's hand caressed the beautiful Xu Yueqing's arm, slowly moving towards her chest. When he touched her breast, Xu Yueqing instinctively let out a soft moan and gently grasped Yang Zhuihui's hand, but remained silent.

Yang Zhuihui applied a little pressure, and Xu Yueqing released her hand, saying, "Are we going to do it now?"

"No, just a touch."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui's hand was already on Xu Yueqing's left breast. Her breast wasn't very big, but it was very smooth, and her nipple was also quite large. With a casual pinch, Xu Yueqing's breathing intensified, and her petite body swayed slightly. Her head was completely buried in Yang Zhuihui's chest, and the itchy and numb sensation almost made her lose herself.

Yang Zhuihui loosened his grip, then hugged her even tighter, saying, "Do you know how many wives I have?" "

It's perfectly normal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines. Qing'er won't be jealous."

"Hmm, you're truly knowledgeable and reasonable."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and continued, "Sleep well, you still have to deal with your father tomorrow morning."

"You too, thank you, Young Master Yang."

Soon after, Xu Yueqing fell asleep. Yang Zhuihui, however, was still pondering how to deal with the old fox, Xu Jie. Xu Jie wanted to use his daughter as a means to win him over, but he didn't know that although Yang Zhuihui was fond of women, he wouldn't bow and scrape to a man for a woman. Therefore, Xu Jie was destined to lose both his daughter and his army.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui heard a knock at the door. Two seconds later, the door was flung open, and Xu Jie roared like a hen that had just laid an egg, "You wretched Yang Zhuihui! How dare you commit such a heinous act against my daughter!"

Yang Zhuihui feigned fear, his voice trembling, "I'm sorry, I drank too much. Kill me or do what you want!"

"Alas, things have come to this point. Young hero, you haven't forgotten what I told you last night, have you? Since the deed is done, killing you won't change anything. Choose a day to marry my daughter, and I'll be able to put my mind at ease,"

Xu Jie sighed.

"Marrying Qing'er is a certainty, but perhaps we can't rush it?"

"No!"

Xu Jie flatly refused.

"That still depends on my parents' wishes. I've been an orphan since I was little. Guo Jing and Huang Rong are like my second parents. I'll ask them when I get back to Dushi City before making a decision, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui had a mournful face, but inside he was overjoyed, especially thinking that Xu Jie would even sell out his own daughter for his own benefit. Yang Zhuihui wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He had to be a professional actor.

Xu Jie vigorously flicked his long sleeves and said helplessly, "Then it's settled. You go to the palace today. When you go back, I'll have Shaofeng accompany you. If you don't propose to them, Shaofeng will go and propose marriage!"

Yang Zhuihui hadn't even taken Xia Yao's virginity yet. He didn't expect Xu Jie to give her to him as well. It seemed that Xu Jie had lost not only a daughter but also a beloved general!

"Okay!"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

"Get dressed."

Xu Jie snorted coldly and left.

"My father is rarely this fierce."

Xu Yueqing, who only showed her head, murmured.

"It's just a show, I'm used to it."

Yang Zhuihui had already dressed and gotten out of bed. He grabbed his undergarment, smelled it, and tossed it to Xu Yueqing, saying, "Put it on. I'm leaving now. I'll come back to marry you, okay?"

"Okay."

Xu Yueqing's pretty face flushed red. She didn't dare look at Yang Zhuihui. Only after hearing him leave did Xu Yueqing put down the covers, glance at her white breasts , and put on the undergarment.

After washing up, Yang Zhuihui, guided by a maid, went to the dining area. Besides Xu Jie, Xia Yao was also there. She was staring at Yang Zhuihui with a very unfriendly look, probably because Yang Zhuihui had "deflowered" Xu Yueqing.

Breakfast was a bit depressing. After chatting with Xu Jie for a while, the eunuch from yesterday came to pick up Yang Zhuihui.

Under the watchful eyes of Xu Jie and Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui got into a red sedan chair and was being carried to the palace.

Upon entering the palace and alighting from the sedan chair, Yang Zhuihui was handed over to the Grand Eunuch Liu Guancai. Led by Liu, Yang Zhuihui ascended the stone steps. On either side stood the Imperial Guards, dressed in golden flying fish robes and carrying embroidered spring knives, their faces grim and unchanging, their gazes towards Yang Zhuihui extremely unfriendly, as if he had raped their own mother.

"Report..."

Liu Guancai had already entered the Taiji Hall, kneeling respectfully, and said, "Yang Guo has arrived."

He then withdrew.

Besides the Imperial Guards and the aloof Jiajing Emperor, there were dozens of other people in the Taiji Hall, all important officials close to Jiajing. Xu Jie, who had appeared at some point, was also present.

Although Yang Zhuihui was a time traveler, he still knew a little about basic court etiquette, so he stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Long live the Emperor!"

"Rise."

The Jiajing Emperor on the throne looked to be between thirty and forty years old. His dragon robe was as bright as the sun, and the two palace maids behind him, each holding a large feather fan, were truly beautiful. The imposing throne made Yang Zhuihui's imagination run wild, and he really wanted to know how much gold it cost.

Overall, the most incongruous thing was the emaciated Jiajing Emperor. If he were kicked aside and Yang Zhuihui were dressed in a dragon robe and sitting on the throne, it would be perfectly harmonious.

Jiajing Emperor seemed somewhat languid, looking at Yang Zhuihui with his lifeless eyes, and said, "Yang Guo, you performed a great service yesterday. I hereby bestow upon you the title of General of Martial Virtue, with the rank of Valiant Cavalry Captain, and grant you one thousand taels of gold and ten bolts of silk."

"Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Rise."

Yang Zhuihui stood up, somewhat bewildered, unsure of what to do. He simply kept his head down. He had never experienced such a scene before, so silence was the best option. If he said the wrong thing, he would be stripped of his rank at best, and at worst, dragged out and beheaded.

Jiajing yawned and said, "I've heard you have a strategy for resisting the Mongol Tatars. Tell me about it."

Yang Zhuihui's eyes darted around quickly, but he didn't speak. After pausing for several seconds, he said, "This humble subject's opinion is foolish. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me if I'm wrong."

"It's alright."

Yang Zhuihui then repeated what he had said to Huang Rong earlier. As soon as he finished speaking, the ministers in the hall began to murmur in dismay, apparently all opposing Yang Zhuihui's opinion.

Chapter 128, Tenderness Spreads.

At this moment, Xu Jie stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Heroes have

always emerged from among the young. We old fogies have very limited ideas. What he said is not without reason. I hope Your Majesty will consider it." As soon as Xu Jie finished speaking, Yan Song, who had not spoken until now, stepped forward and said, "Dayan Khan's son, Dalai Taiji, is incompetent and was driven out by Anda. If our Great Ming were to unite with him, wouldn't that be a joke? The three Jurchen tribes have been fighting each other for many years. It is impossible for them to unite and lend a hand to our Great Ming!"

Yang Zhuihui looked at Yan Song, a fifty-year-old man with white eyebrows and beard, whose old face looked so honest and kind, yet he was the number one treacherous minister of the Great Ming.

"There are no fixed rules in the world. How can we know whether we will succeed or not if we don't try?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in return.

"Heroes have always emerged from among the young, a famous saying indeed!"

Yan Song sneered. "Since this is your suggestion, then I humbly request Your Majesty to grant him permission to serve as an ambassador!"

Yang Zhuihui, caught off guard by Yan Song's outmaneuver, knew that further words were futile. Yan Song was a favorite of Jiajing, and arguing would only anger the emperor, potentially even endangering his life. Therefore, he knelt on one knee, bowed, and said, "Please, Your Majesty, grant this humble subject permission to serve as an ambassador."

"Hmm?"

Yan Song was taken aback by Yang Zhuihui's action.

(Rather than be mocked by Yan Song, it's better to be carefree. At worst, I can just run away if things get bad!)

"Granted. Lu Bing will accompany you on your journey. You can decide the date yourself."

After a pause, Jiajing continued, "If there are no other important matters, this morning court session will end here. I need to check on the progress of the elixir."

The ministers remained silent.

Seeing this, Jiajing rose and went into the inner hall, and the ministers also left the Taiji Hall.

"Young man, speaking such arrogant words will come at a considerable price."

Yan Song snorted coldly and left.

"Lord Yan is right."

Xu Jie deliberately shouted loudly, then walked out with Yang Zhuihui, whispering, "Your marriage to my daughter can wait until you return."

(Damn, he's a real old fox. It seems he's worried I'll sacrifice myself and leave Qing'er a widow!

Yang Zhuihui pretended to be calm and said, "As long as Lord Xu thinks it's appropriate, that's fine. So, Brother Shaofeng, do you still want to go to Dushi with me?" "No need, hehe. By the way, you have to be wary of Lu Bing. He's in cahoots with Yan Song, a bunch of wolves and tigers. You must be careful and absolutely cannot leave him any leverage, otherwise you might die without knowing why."

After a pause, Xu Jie continued, "He once risked his life to save His Majesty, so besides Yan Song, he is His Majesty's most trusted person and one of his personal guards. Since he's sending him to travel with you, it means His Majesty values you or wants to monitor you."

"Thank you for the reminder."

Yang Zhuihui couldn't manage a smile. He'd jumped out of one wolf's den only to fall into another; serving a ruler was like walking on thin ice. From the Qin Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, countless people had been executed or even had their entire families wiped out for serving their monarch. To avoid this great scourge, the only way was to become the monarch himself.

As he walked, Yang Zhuihui suddenly saw a very familiar person in the distance—it was Yao Ling'er, the woman he had once drugged and raped. Yang Zhuihui quickly lowered his head, brushed past her, and then glanced back at her a few times before asking Xu Jie who she was.

"His Majesty's favorite concubine, Yao Ling'er. Although she's a concubine, her status is more important than Empress Zhang's. She can be said to be the mistress of the entire harem."

Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat. He had no idea that the woman posing as a prostitute was actually a powerful imperial concubine, second only to the emperor. If she were to tell Jiajing about his rape, Yang Zhuihui would likely be torn apart by five horses. However, Yang Zhuihui was certain she wouldn't dare; if Jiajing knew she wasn't a virgin, she would surely fall out of favor.

In this respect, Yang Zhuihui was even glad he had once raped the emperor's woman. Looking at her phoenix coronet and wedding quilt, Yang Zhuihui wanted to rush over and rape her again, preferably in front of Jiajing!

Recalling that scene, Yang Zhuihui revealed an extremely lewd smile.

Less than an hour after returning to Xu Jie's residence, the eunuchs had already delivered official robes, gold, and silk. Even Lu Bing had come along to discuss the travel dates with Yang Zhuihui. Lu Bing wasn't as lewd as Yang Zhuihui had imagined; he was handsome, well-mannered, and spoke elegantly.

Because he still needed to see his master, Yang Zhuihui agreed to travel in half a month.

After chatting with Xu Jie for a while and confirming that they would depart for Dushi City the next morning, Yang Zhuihui went to see Xia Yao.

Entering her room, Xia Yao was polishing her sword. Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, she gave him a cold look, a stark contrast to her gentle demeanor during their time on Ruoxian Island. The sword gleamed coldly, and noticing Xia Yao's persistent staring at his groin, Yang Zhuihui instinctively covered his manhood, chuckling, "Why the long face?"

"You're worse than an animal, actually going after such a good girl as Yueqing."

"No."

"You still try to deny it! You made such a racket this morning, do you think I'm deaf? Yang Guo, let me tell you, I was standing outside then, and if someone hadn't stopped me, I would have rushed in and killed you with one sword."

Seeing Xia Yao's furious expression, Yang Zhuihui knew further explanation was pointless, so he said, "Come with me to see Yueqing, and hear what she has to say."

"You hurt Yueqing, and now you want me to hurt her too?"

Xia Yao said coldly.

"I wanted you to know the truth. I didn't touch her last night, heaven and earth can bear witness!"

"Heh, forget it. How could a lecher like you leave such a dignified young lady like Yueqing untouched? Maybe I'm overthinking it.

They're a perfect match. Since you touched her, you should take responsibility for her. I'll wish you both well." Hearing Xia Yao's slightly trembling voice and seeing her slightly red eyes, Yang Zhuihui walked to her side, took her sword, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Let me go."

Xia Yao weakly pounded his shoulder, unable to hold back her tears.

"Actually, I know you're a very fragile woman, and I know you don't like my philandering, but I'll prove to you that I will love every woman in my life, including you."

Yang Zhuihui said affectionately.

Women are easily moved, and Xia Yao, who was disguised as a man, was no exception. So when she heard Yang Zhuihui's heartfelt confession, Xia Yao hugged him tightly and sobbed, "That time you helped me get rid of the curse of 'unhappiness,' and I have already decided that you are my man, Xia Yao's man. But I am really jealous. Seeing so many women around you makes me feel unbalanced. I am really afraid that I will go crazy because of this."

“I understand, it takes time to adjust. I won’t force you to be as indifferent as Shi Le, nor will I force you to be as attentive as San Niang. As long as you can live a peaceful life, I have no other desires.”

Lifting Xia Yao’s chin, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, “Won’t you wear a mask anymore? I was going to call you ‘Pouty Lips’.”

Xia Yao’s eyes welled up with tears, and she choked out, “Actually, I want to be a woman now, to be by your side all the time.”

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui really wanted to strip Xia Yao’s clothes off and break her hymen, but this was someone else’s territory, and he didn’t dare to do anything reckless, so he just kissed Xia Yao’s lips and gently sucked on them.

“Mmm…mmm…”

Hearing Xia Yao’s soft moans, Yang Zhuihui’s lust was completely ignited, and his hands began to roam freely over Xia Yao’s body, even covering her small breasts and gently kneading them.

"No!"

Xia Yao hurriedly pushed Yang Zhuihui away, panting, "It's not good if someone sees us."

"I know."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui said seriously, "You just said you wanted to become a woman, so I wanted to help you."

"Who said that?"

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui.

"Am I deaf?" Yang Zhuihui said disdainfully.

Xia Yao punched Yang Zhuihui twice and whispered, "You should have done it back on Ruoxian Island, but you can't now."

"But you didn't say that back then."

Yang Zhuihui argued.

"Do you expect me, a girl, to say something like that?" Xia Yao said angrily.

"Fine, consider me stupid. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities. Xiao Yao, to be honest, last night I only slept in the same bed with Qing'er, I didn't do anything indecent to her. If you don't believe me, you can ask her." "

No need, it doesn't really matter whether it happened or not, I just don't know how to get along with her in the future."

Leaning against Yang Zhuihui's chest, Xia Yao felt a warmth she had never felt before.

Since the detoxification at Ruoxian Island, the relationship between Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao has fundamentally changed. Xia Yao has fallen completely in love with this unrestrained and carefree young man, but she is not good at expressing herself, so she usually lets Yang Zhuihui take the initiative. However, at that time, Yang Zhuihui was focused on practicing his martial arts and had no time to flirt with or sleep with Xia Yao.

After a moment of tenderness, Yang Zhuihui told Xia Yao that he was going on a mission to the dangerous northeast. Knowing that Yang Zhuihui was going to the northeast, Xia Yao insisted on going with him, but Yang Zhuihui completely disagreed, and in the end, Xia Yao had to give up.

Since it was dangerous there, how could Yang Zhuihui let her take the risk?

At lunchtime, only Xu Jie, Xia Yao, and Yang Zhuihui were present. Xu Yueqing still did not appear. The reason was simple: Xu Jie was afraid that Yan Song would cause trouble if he found out that his daughter was still alive, so he had practically imprisoned Xu Yueqing in the backyard. Even the fact that Yang Zhuihui flirted with Xu Yueqing was only known to a few secret associates.

Halfway through the meal, Xu Jie demanded that Yang Zhuihui sleep with his daughter that night. Yang Zhuihui nearly spat out his food. Xia Yao, now reverting to her aloof self, glared at him with a predatory look, leaving him in an awkward position—unable to sleep with Xu Yueqing, yet also unable to refuse.

He finally had no choice but to reluctantly agree. After dinner, Yang Zhuihui tried to coax Xia Yao, exhausting his words before she finally relented, leaning against him like a little bird.

Xia Yao perfectly embodied the duality of women!

That night, Yang Zhuihui went to Xu Yueqing's room. Looking at her petite figure huddled under the covers, her exposed shoulders made him fantasize about the perfection of her skin. He thought the cunning Xu Jie should pray to Buddha for having such a graceful daughter.

"I'm here,"

Yang Zhuihui called out, like a wolf about to devour a little rabbit.

"I'm not asleep yet,"

Xu Yueqing replied.

Taking off her robe and slipping into bed, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Where's your mother?"

"I don't remember. She seemed to have gotten lost during the war, and I haven't seen her since,"

Xu Yueqing murmured, motionless, her nerves taut, seemingly expecting something yet also terrified.

"I'm sorry to have brought up your painful past,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled and hugged Xu Yueqing tightly, saying, "I'm going back tomorrow, and then I'll be going to the Northeast for a while. I don't know when I'll be back."

"And what about the wedding?"

Xu Yueqing seemed to only care about this; perhaps in her view, only marriage could give her a complete family.

"Let's talk about it when I get back."

Chapter 129, Mutual Comfort

"What are we going there for? Is it fun?"

Yang Zhuihui knew Xu Yueqing had never left home, so she naturally didn't know that it was Jurchen territory. To alleviate her worries, Yang Zhuihui reassured her, "Just going there to buy some medicinal herbs. There's nothing fun there, and it might even be colder than here."

"Yeah, as long as we come back."

"It feels so good to hold you while we sleep. Your body is so smooth and warm."

Yang Zhuihui kissed Xu Yueqing's shoulder.

"You too..."

Aroused by Xu Yueqing's desire, Yang Zhuihui really wanted to have sex with her. He stroked her back, untied the thin string of her bodice, tugged at it, and pulled it off. Then, Yang Zhuihui gently kneaded each breast with his hands, asking, "Is this comfortable?"

The only answer Yang Zhuihui received was Xu Yueqing's faint moan.

Holding the two soft mounds of flesh, Yang Zhuihui easily found the two hardened nipples on the peaks of her breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Oh!"

Xu Yueqing couldn't help but moan.

"Does it feel good?"

Yang Zhuihui kissed her earlobe.

"Mmm..."

"Do you want me to give you more pleasure?"

Xu Yueqing fell silent again, seemingly understanding the meaning behind Yang Zhuihui's words. She remembered everything Yang Zhuihui had told her last night, though she had no practical experience, she remembered the steps.

"Let me see if you're wet here."

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui's hand gently caressed Xu Yueqing's genitals through her panties. Her panties were soft, so he could easily feel the smoothness of her labia. As Yang Zhuihui's fingers moved more intensely, Xu Yueqing's moans grew louder. Feeling both comfortable and uncomfortable, she covered her mouth, letting Yang Zhuihui do as he pleased, like a piece of rubber. Yang Zhuihui, who could no longer restrain himself,

decided to take Xu Yueqing's virginity now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

Just as he was about to act, there was a sudden knock on the door. Before the two of them could react, the door had been pushed open.

"I've been entrusted by Lord Xu to protect you two."

The voice was a little cold. Who else could it be but Xia Yao?

Yang Zhuihui quickly turned over and laughed, "You're still not asleep?"

"I'm a guard, I have a mission. You two should sleep peacefully."

Xia Yao sat at the table, deliberately slamming her sword down, the sound startling them.

Women are tigers, and Xia Yao's actions perfectly proved that.

"Aren't you really going to sleep?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I have a mission."

Yang Zhuihui felt a little bored and forced himself to fall asleep.

Waking up in the middle of the night, he saw Xia Yao asleep on the table. Feeling sorry for her, Yang Zhuihui got out of bed and draped his robe over her. Looking at Xia Yao, who valued herself so much and didn't like to share with others, Yang Zhuihui didn't know how to evaluate her. Perhaps things would change with time.

He leaned down and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. Just as he was about to get into bed, Xia Yao grabbed his arm.

"Still not asleep?"

Yang Zhuihui was startled.

"Am I being childish?"

Xia Yao's voice trembled slightly. "I know you should do that, but when I imagine that scene in my mind, I just want to shatter it."

Yang Zhuihui stroked Xia Yao's hair, smiling helplessly, and said, "Maybe it won't change in a short time."

"But I want to change. I also hope to be as open-minded as Shi Le and Xiao Yue, to share you with other women."

"Anyway, don't think too much about it. I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Xia Yao was silent for a moment, but finally nodded.

After accompanying Xia Yao back to her room, Yang Zhuihui didn't leave. Instead, he lay down on the bed with her. The moment Yang Zhuihui lowered the bed curtains, Xia Yao hugged him tightly, sobbing continuously, like a wounded child.

"It's okay, I won't leave. I'll stay with you tonight, okay?"

"I don't want it to be like this, but I can't change it."

Tears were already streaming down Xia Yao's face.

Yang Zhuihui exhaled, holding her tightly, and said, "Actually, once you serve me with them, you'll gradually get used to it. Listen to me, stay in the Minister's residence now and wait for me to come back." "

I will."

Xia Yao kissed the corner of Yang Zhuihui's mouth and said, "I really like this feeling of being held together. It helps me forget everything."

"Then won't you forget me too?"

"How could that be?"

Xia Yao said coquettishly.

"I still remember the first time you pointed a sword at me and called me a lecher."

"You are now too."

Xia Yao huffed, punching Yang Zhuihui's chest with her small fist.

"That's a poison punch! Will I die from poisoning?"

"I wouldn't want you to die."

After a pause, Xia Yao asked, "You said before that drinking that would make this thing bigger, is that true?" "

It's true."

"Oh."

"You can try it once, but it might taste a bit weird. Shile likes to drink it."

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin, "It's free for you."

"Actually, I wanted to try it a long time ago, but I felt disgusted. Oh no, I think you've corrupted me."

Xia Yao started punching Yang Zhuihui's chest again.

"Then try it once. Anyway, it's just the two of us now, and it's essential. If they're using it later and you don't know how, won't they laugh at you?"

"I'd rather not, it feels so disgusting."

Xia Yao exhaled.

"Where's disgusting? Where's disgusting?"

Grinning, Yang Zhuihui kept tickling her armpits, making Xia Yao laugh wildly. "Will you use it or not? If you don't, I'll keep tickling you until I kill you."

"Okay, okay, I'll use it."

Xia Yao shouted.

“That’s more like it. I’ll take the initiative.”

Yang Zhuihui suddenly pressed down on Xia Yao, shifting his feet, and casually pulled out his penis, waving it in front of Xia Yao’s eyes.

“So ugly!”

Xia Yao quickly covered her face.

Yang Zhuihui took Xia Yao’s hand and pressed it against his penis, saying, “It’s ugly, but many women like it, and it’s very hot. Feel it.”

Xia Yao trembled as she stroked the indeed very hot penis, murmuring, “It’s very hot and very hard, and… so big…” “And then you want to ask why it can go in?”

Yang Zhuihui lewdly asked.

“I didn’t say that. It’s all your wishful thinking.”

Xia Yao had already moved her other hand away from her face and started stroking his penis with both hands, giving Yang Zhuihui a sidelong glance, and said, “Can you put out the candle? I can’t do it when you look at me like that.”

"No, I want to look at you like this."

Yang Zhuihui leaned down slightly and said, "Stick out your tongue and lick the tip."

Xia Yao frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stuck out her tongue. She looked at Yang Zhuihui with a reproachful gaze while licking the glans with the tip of her tongue. At first, she thought the taste was a little strange, but she got used to it after a few times.

Looking at Xia Yao between his legs, Yang Zhuihui felt an indescribable sense of pride. It was a great achievement to have a heroine perform oral sex on him, especially since she was a woman of strong character. Getting her to put aside her dignity and perform oral sex on him was even more difficult. Yang Zhuihui had never dared to dream of it before, but now it had come true.

She had given herself to Yang Zhuihui, and Yang Zhuihui knew that he should treat her well.

After licking the glans for a while, Xia Yao muttered, "This isn't fun at all."

"Now take it in your mouth and suck hard."

"I really don't know what's fun about this."

With a snort, Xia Yao did as she was told, still looking at Yang Zhuihui with a reproachful gaze, then opened her mouth and took the glans in, slowly sucking, making "cheep cheep" sounds.

"This feels really good,"

Yang Zhuihui hummed.

"Just enjoy it yourself!"

Xia Yao gently nibbled at Yang Zhuihui's glans, then continued to suck and swallow.

"Do you want me to make you feel good too?"

Xia Yao hurriedly spat out the penis and said, "I don't want to do that yet, let's talk about it later, okay?"

"No, I'll suck it

for you too." Saying that, Yang Zhuihui simply threw the blanket into the corner. Before Xia Yao could make any protest, he had already turned over, pulled off Xia Yao's panties, and stroked her private area that was already wet with her juices. He said, "You suck it for me, and I'll suck it for you. That's fair."

"It's dirty..."

"Mine is the same."

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui had already bent down and smelled Xia Yao's genitals. Besides her natural fragrance, there was that tempting, sinful scent of lust. Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath with great satisfaction, and then opened his mouth to kiss Xia Yao's genitals, sucking hard.

"Ugh...please don't...it hurts so much..."

Xia Yao trembled all over, swallowing hard. Knowing she couldn't stop Yang Zhuihui, she took his penis into her mouth, sucking and moaning, her expression shifting between pain and pleasure. Her lower body writhed violently, and she even squeezed Yang Zhuihui's head tightly.

While consuming Xia Yao's vaginal fluids, Yang Zhuihui parted her labia with his hand, inserting his tongue, now shaped like a pillar, into Xia Yao's vagina, thrusting in and out.

"Ugh...don't go in...not now...ugh..."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, saying, "I'm using my tongue, not that. Isn't that in your mouth?"

"I know...but it feels weird...I can't take it..."

"Then I'll continue licking the outside."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui forcefully pressed open the soft flesh near the clitoris, gently nibbling at Xia Yao's engorged clitoris with his teeth.

"Ah!"

Xia Yao arched her back as if struck by lightning, stiffening for several seconds before landing on the bed, panting, "Don't lick there...it's numb...I can't take it..."

"That's the effect I wanted."

Smiling, Yang Zhuihui licked and nibbled, making Xia Yao moan wildly, the whole bed shaking.

Suckling hard on Yang Zhuihui's penis, Xia Yao's moans grew louder and more frequent. When she couldn't take it anymore, she spat out his penis, continuing to moan. Her mind was almost completely confused by Yang Zhuihui; she was afraid she might accidentally bite that hard thing.

"I can't...I can't lick anymore..."

Xia Yao hugged the pillow, sometimes licking her rosy lips, sometimes biting her lip, sometimes writhing her body like a green snake—all because of Yang Zhuihui's incredibly agile tongue.

"Pee...I pee...ah!"

With Xia Yao's hysterical scream, a stream of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, splashing Yang Zhuihui's face.

Licking the semen from the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhuihui cleaned Xia Yao with his tongue before lying down beside her and asking, "Is this comfortable?"

Still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, Xia Yao had no strength to answer Yang Zhuihui. She simply clung tightly to him, remaining silent for a long time before finally replying, "This is the first time in my life I've felt what comfort is."

"That's good."

"But you're not comfortable yet. Let me suck it for you."

Xia Yao, who had already released him, was stroking Yang Zhuihui's penis. The heat that seemed to ignite her made her breathing rapid. Before Yang Zhuihui could speak, Xia Yao had already knelt between his legs, stroking his penis a few times before taking it into her mouth and sucking it vigorously.

Feeling Xia Yao's tongue constantly licking the glans, Yang Zhuihui felt extremely comfortable. Moreover, Xia Yao always took it in very deep, the glans reaching her throat, almost making him groan.

Chapter 130, The Most Important Thing in Life .

Under Xia Yao's vigorous work, Yang Zhuihui finally couldn't hold back his ejaculation, thrusting forcefully, and his semen shot out.

"Ugh..."

Xia Yao's expression was a little painful. She didn't like the taste of semen; it was a bit fishy. But she still gulped it down and sucked on the penis until it went soft before spitting it out.

After getting out of bed and rinsing her mouth with tea, Xia Yao crawled back into bed, hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, and murmured, "You are my man."

"If you marry me, will you still have to dress up as a man?"

"No,"

Xia Yao pouted. "People will say you've married a man, and they'll suspect there's something wrong with you and me. So on our wedding day, I'll dress up beautifully."

"When do you plan to get married?"

"After Yan Song and his son fall from power. I swear I won't marry until I avenge my family."

"Okay, I support you. But you have to be careful of Xu Jie. He's very cunning. Even the fact that Qing'er and I slept together was his doing. I drank too much last night and wasn't on guard at all."

"But Lord Xu is my savior. I trust him completely."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart. You'll understand later. Anyway, while protecting him, remember to protect yourself. And you'll have to give me a healthy, chubby son, understand?"

"I'll protect myself, so don't worry."

Xia Yao stroked Yang Zhuihui's cheek and asked, "Why should I like you? You're a scoundrel, a lecher, a bastard. What's the point of liking you?"

"Anyway, you're destined to never escape my grasp. On our wedding night, I'll make you scream with pleasure!"

"Disgusting man, if you dare do that, I'll definitely break your ugly thing in two with one punch!"

Xia Yao scolded playfully.

"..."

They flirted for half an hour before finally falling asleep.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui left Xia Yao's room and walked to Xu Yueqing's room. Xu Jie was coming towards them. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Yang Zhuihui went with him to have breakfast. Then, escorted by a team of guards, they headed towards Dushi.

This time, carrying gold, silk, and that very ugly official robe, their journey was naturally much slower. They hadn't reached Dushi City by nightfall; it was just past dusk when they finally saw the city.

It was so dark that they were almost mistaken for Tatars. Fortunately, Yang Zhuihui's voice was loud enough; otherwise, he would have been a target for the city's guards.

With everyone's support, Yang Zhuihui entered the General's Mansion. Greeting him were Wu Sanniang, Xiaoyue, Shile, Shaye, and Youshu. Youshu was the most excited; before Yang Zhuihui could even steady himself, she rushed over and bumped into him, almost knocking him to the ground.

After a few words of greeting, a weary Yang Zhuihui ordered his guards to be settled before returning to his room. The five women entered as well.

"Brother, I missed you so much!"

Youshu said shyly.

"Me too,"

Yang Zhuihui said, taking off his boots and flexing his toes. "After a long day of travel, I'm exhausted."

"Young Master Yang, I'll go get you some water to wash your feet,"

Wu Sanniang said, already heading out.

"Me...me?"

Shaye was stunned again.

"Any objections?"

Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes at Shaye.

"No..."

Saya stared at Yang Zhuihui with disdain, glanced at the princess, and said, "I suspect your son was born somewhere in the world, and you don't even know it yourself."

"I haven't gone to the point of leaving my seed everywhere."

Lying on the bed, Yang Zhuihui was extremely tired. Looking at the three of them, he asked, "Do you all miss me?"

"I'm protecting the princess,"

Saya snorted.

"Maybe I'm thinking about some organ on your body,"

Shi Le covered her mouth and laughed.

Xiaoyue and Youshu both nodded. Xiaoyue, who was not good at expressing herself, was used to silently watching everyone. Her pure and innocent temperament was completely different from Shi Le's. One was lewd, and the other was innocent. It was a great pleasure to have both of them at the same time.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Saya took Youshu back to the room to rest. Xiaoyue and Shi Le also left. Only Wu Sanniang remained in the room to serve Yang Zhuihui.

"The water is a little hot, be careful."

"I know. Sanniang, are you used to staying here?"

"I don't go out because I'm afraid of running into those two. They are too useless."

Wu Sanniang, sitting next to Yang Zhuihui, sighed.

"Perhaps one day they can call me father,"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly said.

"No, I can't possibly acknowledge them, so I hope you won't think about such things, okay? I'd rather they think I'm already dead."

"Hmm, will you sleep with me tonight?"

Yang Zhuihui kissed Wu Sanniang.

"I also want to serve you, but I can't. It wouldn't be good if we were seen. Once we return to Jingyue Lake, you can do whatever you want. Husband, when are we going back to see Master?"

"Tomorrow, there's something else."

Yang Zhuihui told Wu Sanniang that he was going on a mission to the Northeast. Although Wu Sanniang didn't want Yang Zhuihui to go to that uncivilized land, she couldn't stop him, especially since it was Emperor Jiajing's decree. Wu Sanniang wanted to accompany Yang Zhuihui, but he refused, citing the presence of Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) with him. In reality, he didn't want her to go on this dangerous journey with him.

As Wu Sanniang went to pour out the foot bath water, Huang Rong, who hadn't appeared yet, entered, dressed in white, like a fairy descended from heaven.

"Guo'er, have you thought about your marriage?"

Huang Rong asked.

"Hmm?"

"With so many young ladies around you, who do you plan to marry, or do you want to marry them all?"

Yang Zhuihui was completely at a loss for words to answer Huang Rong's somewhat presumptuous question, so he just stood there dumbfounded.

"A man shouldn't be tied down by romantic feelings; he should prioritize national affairs. So I think it would be good for you to get married soon, Guo'er. What do you think?"

"Uh... I don't have that kind of plan yet. I'm still young."

Yang Zhuihui said awkwardly, completely unaware of what Huang Rong was thinking.

"Getting married soon means that even if you're away, you'll still think about this family."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Huang Rong took Yang Zhuihui's hand and continued, "I just heard that you're going to the Jurchens soon. The Jurchens are uncivilized. You must be careful going there alone, and don't forget that your virtuous wife is waiting for you at home."

"Virtuous wife?"

Yang Zhuihui was startled again.

"Hehe, Auntie was just using a metaphor. Alright, you must be tired from your journey, you should rest early. Auntie should go back too."

After saying that, Huang Rong got up and left, leaving Yang Zhuihui alone in a daze. Huang Rong's words seemed vague and ambiguous, and Yang Zhuihui felt that she was hinting at something. Did she want him to marry them?

Not long after lying on the bed, Shi Le quietly came in, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Yang Zhuihui, saying, "I want it."

"Then come on up."

Shi Le climbed onto the bed and very proactively took off her clothes. Yang Zhuihui then took off her bra and thong and threw them at the foot of the bed.

His hand landed on Shi Le's vulva and began to slowly slide. After a few strokes, Shi Le began to moan loudly, and even pulled out Yang Zhuihui's penis.

"Can I do it myself?"

"Then I'll be even happier."

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

He spread his legs and slowly sat down. When the head of his penis touched Shi Le's labia, Shi Le's body trembled, then relaxed and sat down.

Thud!

The entire penis plunged inside, sending shivers of pleasure through Shi Le.

"Why aren't you with Xiao Yue? Why are you here with me?"

Yang Zhuihui frantically squeezed her enormous breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...it's been so long...I couldn't resist...Xiao Yue's needs aren't as strong as mine...I called out just now...but she wouldn't come herself..."

"I'm leaving for a while in a few days, what will you do then?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"I know you're leaving, so tonight I'm going to drain you dry, make up for all the days I've missed, wow, that's really deep, it's amazing!"

Looking at Shi Le's enormous breasts that were undulating, Yang Zhuihui, who had been passive, grabbed Shi Le's slender waist and began to thrust his hips vigorously, his penis pumping in and out of Shi Le's cunt like a drill.

"Oh...oh...no...too fast...slow down...or I'll cum..."

Yang Zhuihui didn't care about anything else; Shi Le had offered herself up, so Yang Zhuihui was determined to let her experience the terrifying power of his penis.

In less than fifteen minutes, Shi Le was brought to the peak of sexual passion by Yang Zhuihui. After a hysterical scream, Shi Le lay weakly on Yang Zhuihui, murmuring, "You're getting more and more vigorous. I wasn't like this in the Ghost Cave. Back then, I could do it with you all day long. It seems I've regressed."

"I should say you're becoming more and more human,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"I still prefer to be a free fish, unrestrained by your worldly constraints."

Softly moaning, Shi Le began to gently sway her hips. The rubbing of his penis against her inner flesh sent shivers down her spine, making her feel as if she were being electrocuted. She could only quietly nestle against the waves, waiting for the next wave of pleasure. But Yang Zhuihui didn't give her that chance. He turned around and pressed her down, bending her legs, and began to thrust his penis in and out, making Shi Le moan incessantly.

Over the next hour, Yang Zhuihui brought Shi Le to orgasm five times, without showing any signs of ejaculation himself. Each time, Yang Zhuihui and the mermaid sisters had incredibly long sex lives, supposedly because their vaginal fluids had aphrodisiac effects, even more potent than Viagra or Indian herbal oil.

Unable to bear the abuse any longer, Shi Le could only suck on the thick, hard penis, finally managing to make Yang Zhuihui ejaculate with great effort. Sipping the thick, hot, and fishy semen, Shi Le glared at Yang Zhuihui resentfully until she cleaned the glans.

After resting beside Yang Zhuihui for a while, Shi Le returned to her room. A little tired after their encounter, Yang Zhuihui quickly fell asleep.

With nothing important to do the next day, Yang Zhuihui decided to go see his master with Wu Sanniang.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to go to the backyard to find the Divine Eagle, his maid, Bilan, ran over excitedly, holding a strip of cloth. She made Yang Zhuihui stand up straight and stretch out his arms so she could measure his height and measurements. Then she ran off excitedly, leaving Yang Zhuihui completely bewildered.

"Perhaps she's making you new clothes. Husband, aren't you now a General of Martial Virtue? Naturally, you should have clothes to match,"

Wu Sanniang said softly, her alluring eyes particularly expressive.

"Actually, I have official robes, but they're so ugly, I'm too lazy to wear them."

Mounting the Divine Eagle, she waved her hand, and the eagle flew towards Jingyue Lake.

Before it even landed on the pavilion, Yang Zhuihui saw Gongsun Lü'e holding the eagle against her master, the South Sea Nun. Yang Zhuihui was about to cry out when Gongsun Lü'e's sword pierced the South Sea Nun's chest, and she kicked her. The South Sea Nun screamed and fell into Jingyue Lake.

"Master!"

Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang cried out simultaneously.

Before the divine eagle could land, Yang Zhuihui jumped down, hoping to save his master who had just fallen into the lake.

A huge wave suddenly rose, and the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish howled as it bit the body of the South Sea Nun, swallowing her whole.

Chapter 131, Wedding Night

"Bastard!"

Yang Zhuihui drew his dragon-carved sword and roared as he slashed at the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, which then dived into the lake. The lake surface rippled, and blood slowly spread.

"Lü'e!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted angrily, but Gongsun Lü'e was nowhere to be seen.

"Husband, what happened? How could Miss Lü'e have killed Master?"

Wu Sanniang was terrified.

Yang Zhuihui's mind was completely confused by the unbelievable scene. He couldn't react for a moment and could only kneel by the lake until Wu Sanniang's hand landed on his shoulder, and only then did he come to his senses.

Looking at the calm lake, sweat beaded on Yang Zhuihui's face. He roared wildly, his inner energy surging forth, instantly creating several giant waves on the lake, the cool water spraying onto them.

Wu Sanniang hugged Yang Zhuihui from behind, murmuring, "Husband, don't be like this, it will make Sanniang sad. Let's go to the pavilion and look for clues. I really don't believe such a good girl as Lü'e would do such a thing."

Carrying Wu Sanniang, he flew to the pavilion. Glancing at the still-wet blood on the ground, Yang Zhuihui wished he had arrived sooner, even just a few seconds, to at least prevent him from experiencing that feeling of helplessness.

Looking at the neat little house, Yang Zhuihui recalled the scene of eating with his master, and remembered that her genitals were jade pearls welcoming dragons, but these images were shattered by the cruel truth.

"Husband, there's a letter here."

Wu Sanniang lifted the covers and handed the letter to Yang Zhuihui.

Unfolding the paper, there was only one line: "Disciple, recently Miss Lü'e's temperament has changed drastically. Master's health has not fully recovered, and I'm truly afraid an accident might occur. If it's fate, disciple, you must master the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon!

" "But an accident really did happen,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed.

Wu Sanniang, having read the contents, murmured, "I always felt that Miss Lü'e couldn't possibly do such a thing. Either she was instigated by someone, or an unexpected accident happened."

"I don't believe it either, but why did I have to see that scene?"

Yang Zhuihui slammed his fist on the bed.

"Husband, Master has treated me very well; she's my savior. I feel that only living well is the greatest way to repay her. Besides, doesn't she still have unfulfilled wishes? To let the Lingxiao Sect enter the Central Plains, and you still want to overthrow the Ming Dynasty's rule. And those Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon—you've only mastered the second form, haven't you?"

After saying this, Wu Sanniang hugged Yang Zhuihui even tighter. In fact, she had already mastered the third form, but Yang Zhuihui had been keeping it a secret from Wu Sanniang.

Turning around, Yang Zhuihui embraced Wu Sanniang's delicate body and whispered, "Perhaps it's because I rarely experience setbacks, so sometimes it's really hard for me to adapt. Thank you for reminding me. I won't forget Master's wish. Now I only hope to find Lü'e before leaving Dushi, so I can find out what really happened. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep peacefully."

"Yes, things can't be forced. I only hope that you, my husband, can live well. Please don't carry too many burdens; it will be very tiring."

Kissing Wu Sanniang's forehead, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "I know all that. I'm a very easygoing person. Now that Master's body is gone, we can't even give her a proper burial. Let's go and erect a tombstone first."

"Yes."

They found a raised patch of land around Jingyue Lake, took a bed board, and forcefully stuck it into the mud. After kneeling and bowing, the two left.

Looking at the receding Jingyue Lake, Yang Zhuihui murmured to himself, "I still feel like I'm dreaming. Master couldn't have left so easily. She could rival the Four Immortals alone, and now..."

"Husband, you still can't let go."

"It's just that you care too much."

"Actually, I feel the same way, but I understand that sadness is meaningless. It only makes Master's soul restless. The way to let Master rest is to live happily. I believe you can do that, husband."

Comforting Yang Zhuihui, Wu Sanniang's own eyes welled up with tears. To her, the South Sea Divine Nun was not only her savior but also her second mother.

On the way back to Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui wasn't in a good mood, but at least not as angry and resentful as before. He only wanted to find Gongsun Lü'e and get some answers, but in this vast sea of people, where could he possibly find her?

Over the next two days, Yang Zhuihui finally managed to adjust his emotions to their best state. Although he still worried about his master's death, he at least didn't show it. When he had nothing to do, he wandered around Dushi City, inquiring about Gongsun Lü'e's whereabouts. But she had vanished into thin air, or perhaps she had never even come to Dushi City. Maybe she had gone to a place Yang Zhuihui could never find, so the matter of her killing his master would remain an eternal mystery.

"Brother, someone is getting married."

You Shu suddenly ran into Yang Zhuihui's arms, knocking him onto the bed while he was studying the fourth form of the Lustful Dragon Technique.

"Who?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

"The one in the red dress."

"Fu'er?"

"Yes!"

You Shu nodded vigorously.

"Impossible, how could it be so sudden?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed, completely disbelieving You Shu's words. He touched You Shu's cheek and continued looking at the manual.

Just then, Saya walked in, angrily saying, "Today, the princess bit my thigh."

"Which spot exactly?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a grin, his eyes fixed on Saya's triangle, imagining Yuuki biting Saya's vulva, a somewhat wicked image.

"Thigh."

Saya glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Don't stare at me with those lecherous eyes, or I'll crush your manhood with my sharp tongue."

Yang Zhuihui coughed twice and whispered in Yuuki's ear,

"What kind of bad ideas are you trying to instill in her?"

Before Yang Zhuihui could speak, Yuuki said, "He told me to bite on top next time."

"You bastard Yang-kun!"

Saya was so angry that she ran out, ignoring even the princess.

"Looks like I have to be careful of Saya's sudden attack."

Yang Zhuihui muttered, then pulled Yuuki into his arms, stroking the mature woman's back. Looking at her leisurely expression, Yang Zhuihui really hoped that she could stay in a state of amnesia forever and never regain her memories. He didn't care if he had to be her brother for the rest of his life, otherwise the memory of slaughtering his people would make her smile wither forever.

Yang Zhuihui initially thought Guo Fu's upcoming marriage was just a joke by You Shu, but it turned out to be true. The entire General's mansion was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and servants were busy running around. He called out to Bilian, asking who was going to marry Fu'er. Bilian shook her head and hurriedly left.

"Where is the eldest young lady?"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

"She's probably with Madam,"

Bilian replied.

Before he even reached Huang Rong's room, Guo Fu rushed out, seemingly having just finished crying.

"I heard you're getting married?"

Yang Zhuihui asked tentatively.

Guo Fu wiped away her tears, nodded, and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, I'm getting married! You'd better prepare to carry my sedan chair! I want the whole city to know that I, Guo Fu, can also get married!"

"Who wants to marry you?"

"A very, very high-ranking official. You'll never be able to reach him."

Guo Fu snorted coldly and turned away, constantly wiping away her tears.

"Why are you crying if someone's going to do something? Are you crying tears of joy?"

Yang Zhuihui looked melancholy. He couldn't believe Guo Fu was getting married. She was the woman he wanted to marry, or at least the woman he wanted to sexually abuse. He never expected… "Guo'er, what are you doing here?"

Huang Rong, holding the baby girl, asked.

"Just passing by, Auntie. Where is Fu'er getting married?"

"Hehe, I can't tell you yet. You'll know tomorrow night."

Huang Rong comforted You Rong, and seeing her crying again, she quickly went inside.

Yang Zhuihui, still wondering, also went in.

"She wants milk again, Guo'er, don't mind."

With that, Huang Rong unbuttoned her clothes, turning her back to Yang Zhuihui, revealing a full breast. Guo Xiang, smelling the milk, took the pink nipple in her mouth and happily suckled.

Yang Zhuihui could see Huang Rong breastfeeding from where he was standing. Looking at that snow-white breast, Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard.

"Is there anything else?"

Huang Rong didn't shy away from the question, gazing lovingly at her newborn daughter nursing.

"Nothing much,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, wishing he could pounce on Huang Rong and become her son, drinking that absolutely delicious milk.

After watching for a while, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Isn't your uncle sleeping with you now?"

"Hehe, he's often in the military camp, and I have to take care of Rong'er, so sometimes it's inconvenient for us to sleep together. That's why we sleep separately for now,"

Huang Rong said with a forced smile.

This was, of course, an excuse; the real reason was that Guo Jing was now a eunuch.

Huang Rong had just turned forty, and many people said that women in their forties were like wolves and tigers. Although she was a heroine, she was no exception. Her body always had needs, and if the man she slept with was a eunuch whose genitals had been removed, how could she be satisfied? So it's better to sleep separately. At least Huang Rong can still get a faint pleasure from her little daughter's suckling. Sometimes she even strokes her genitals while her daughter suckles, a behavior that makes her feel very guilty. Whenever she regains her senses, Huang Rong always washes herself to forget that guilt.

"Auntie, can't you tell me who Fu'er is marrying?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his eyes fixed on Huang Rong's breasts, which were reddened from being suckled by the little girl.

"You'll know tomorrow night. Anyway, he's a very good person,"

Huang Rong smiled.

Seeing that he wouldn't get any answers, Yang Zhuihui simply stopped asking, glanced at Huang Rong a few more times, and then left.

That evening, Bilan and Bilian went to Yang Zhuihui's room, bringing him the groom's blue robe and dark brown jacket, and made him try them on. Yang Zhuihui silently did as he was told, only asking at the end, "I'm not the groom, why do I need to try them on?"

Bilian replied, "Anyway, you're about the same size. If it suits you, it will definitely suit him too."

Yang Zhuihui was both amused and exasperated. After they left, he sat there in a daze, completely bewildered as to how things had come to this. He desperately wanted to leave Dushi and didn't want to see Guo Fu marry another man. He

drifted off into a daze until the next evening.

As night fell, the General's Mansion was brightly lit and bustling with activity. The invited soldiers, who spent their days on the battlefield, were laughing and joking, their faces beaming, preparing to see the bride and groom.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui, Xiaoyue, Shile, and a few others sat at the front table, listlessly munching on peanuts.

"Husband, why are you keeping such a long face?"

Shi Le asked. "Do you hope the groom is you?"

"No, I'm thinking about my bet with Fu'er. She'll get married first, and I'll help her carry the sedan chair,"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

Wu Sanniang, standing to the side, said softly, "If Young Master Yang really cares about Fu'er, then he can just snatch her away during their wedding ceremony."

Chapter 132, Bride Fu'er

"I support it!"

Shi Le exclaimed excitedly, "That would be so exciting!"

"That would cause a huge uproar, let's forget it."

Yang Zhuihui shook his empty wine glass and said, "I'm waiting to drink the wedding wine."

"Young Master Yang, don't you have any feelings for Fu'er?"

Wu Sanniang asked curiously.

"No."

Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes and added, "Absolutely not!"

"That's quite fun."

Wu Sanniang was popping peanuts into her mouth.

"I really want to marry my brother,"

You Shu muttered, resting his chin on the table, looking somewhat listless.

The auspicious hour was fast approaching, but Yang Zhuihui hadn't seen the groom or his family at all. Was there some special program? But these things seemed irrelevant to Yang Zhuihui now. He needed to suppress his emotions, afraid that he might impulsively rape that damned groom. Or perhaps he should throw him out of the bridal chamber that night and consummate the marriage with Fu'er?

"Young Master Yang, do you have a moment?"

Bilian appeared behind Yang Zhuihui at some point.

"Yes."

"Then follow me."

Yang Zhuihui, lost in thought, followed Bilian into a room where Bilan was also present.

"Young Master Yang, would you like to try on this groom's attire again? It seems we made a mistake somewhere during the tailoring."

Bilan smiled.

"Whatever you like."

Bilan and Bilian helped Yang Zhuihui take off his long robe, then helped him put on a blue robe and a dark brown jacket. To ensure overall harmony, they also had him wear a warm hat with a gold flower in it, and even draped a red cap over his shoulders. Then, the two maids stepped back to examine Yang Zhuihui, tidying up his appearance.

"Is it done? I'll take it off now."

"Oh no!"

A maid suddenly rushed in, shouting, "An assassin!"

"What?"

Yang Zhuihui didn't even bother to take off his groom's clothes, and rushed out, appearing outside the hall. Everyone below stared at him as if he were an alien.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said, "Sorry, I made a mistake, goodbye."

He turned to leave, but Guo Jing grabbed his shoulder and shouted, "You, the groom, can't run away!"

"Groom?"

Yang Zhuihui was so frightened that he couldn't speak, completely not understanding what Guo Jing meant.

"You're the one who's going to marry Fu'er, you can't let her down, she's my precious daughter."

Guo Jing patted Yang Zhuihui's shoulder and stepped aside.

Guo Fu, her head covered with a red veil, was led out by the matchmaker. Several children ran out, shouting and jumping, scattering flower petals on Guo Fu and Yang Zhuihui. Thunderous applause erupted from below the stage, and almost everyone had a beaming smile on their face, except for two people: the brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen. The woman they secretly loved was going to marry the man they hated. Their feelings were unimaginable. If they knew that their own mother was also Yang Zhuihui's woman, who knows whether they would choose to beat Yang Zhuihui or call him "Father"?

After handing Guo Fu over to Yang Zhuihui, the matchmaker called out, "The bride and groom, take your positions before the incense table, play music and fire cannons."

Yang Zhuihui had no idea what to do, so he could only obey the matchmaker's order and lead Guo Fu to the incense table.

"The bride and groom offer incense and candles to the ancestral tablets and altars."

After offering incense and candles, the matchmaker called out again, "Kneel, offer incense and candles, light candles, burn incense, offer incense, rest, rise, return to your positions."

Then came the first bow to heaven and earth, the second bow to the parents, and the couple bowing to each other. Since Yang Zhuihui was an orphan, only Huang Rong and Guo Jing, dressed in their finest attire, were present in the ancestral hall. Huang Rong had gone to great lengths for this special wedding, keeping it a secret from Yang Zhuihui.

Looking at the newlyweds, Huang Rong smiled sincerely, hoping only that Yang Zhuihui would treat her daughter well.

To be honest, she had been watching Yang Zhuihui for a long time, wondering if he could inherit the family business. His achievements during his trip south had earned Hai Rui's approval, and he had also been bestowed an honor by Jiajing. Coupled with his youthful talent, his future was undoubtedly limitless. Huang Rong was very reassured about entrusting her daughter to him. However, she was unaware that Yang Zhuihui had been plotting against her. Now that Guo Jing had become a eunuch, Yang Zhuihui had even more opportunities to possess Huang Rong.

After the wedding ceremony, Yang Zhuihui, holding Guo Fu's hand, walked towards the bridal chamber, his expression blank, as if he were dreaming. He couldn't believe that the annoying groom was actually him.

"Groom, please help the bride into the room first, then go out to greet the guests,"

the matchmaker said, curtsying before leaving.

Glancing at the four characters "鸾凤和鸣" (Luan Feng He Ming, meaning "Auspicious Union of Phoenixes") on the horizontal scroll of the bridal chamber, Yang Zhuihui immediately pictured Guo Fu screaming as he penetrated her.

Pushing open the door, the two colorful lanterns hanging in the center of the room illuminated it with a twinkling light, creating a very ambiguous atmosphere.

Helping Guo Fu to sit on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui didn't lift the red veil, but instead excitedly went outside, already prepared to get drunk.

After Yang Zhuihui left, Guo Fu lifted her veil, her eyes red and her makeup ruined by tears. She clutched a pair of scissors in her hand, sobbing, "No matter who you are, if you dare touch me tonight, I will kill you!"

Not only was Yang Zhuihui kept in the dark, but Guo Fu was too, so she didn't know her fiancé was Yang Zhuihui, and even completely denied the fact.

As soon as they went outside, Yang Zhuihui was lifted up and tossed into the air by soldiers, while others shouted and yelled around, some even splashing wine everywhere, creating a lively scene.

Then came the endless toasting, with even teetotalers like Wu Sanniang, Shi Le, and Xiao Yue joining in the fun. You Shu, somewhat dejected, slumped over the table, with Saya keeping her company, trying to instill the idea that she shouldn't marry Yang Zhuihui. But soon You Shu forgot all about it and joined in the frenzied toasting.

After playing around for nearly half an hour, everyone gradually left the General's Mansion. Yang Zhuihui, however, swayed from side to side as he walked towards the bridal chamber, a lewd smile on his face.

Entering the bridal chamber, Yang Zhuihui took a sip of wine and was about to lift Guo Fu's veil.

"If you touch me, I'll kill myself!"

Guo Fu shouted, holding scissors to her snow-white neck.

Yang Zhuihui froze, his hand hanging in mid-air, looking extremely embarrassed. Was marrying Guo Fu worse than death?

"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. This wedding is just an arrangement by my parents. I have absolutely no intention of getting married, so you'd better divorce me, or I'll kill myself!"

Hearing this, Guo Fu seemed unaware that the person before her was Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui smiled lewdly, pinched his nose, and asked, "Then, beautiful Fu'er, who do you want to marry?"

"None of your business!"

Guo Fu snorted.

"Just tell me, and I won't make things difficult for you."

"It's someone I hate very, very much!"

Guo Fu exclaimed.

"You want to marry someone you hate? You might as well marry me,"

Yang Zhuihui provoked.

"I really hate him, but I can't stop thinking about him. I don't know why. Anyway, it's none of your business. If you don't leave, I... I'll kill myself!"

Guo Fu exclaimed excitedly.

"Who is he?"

"None of your business!"

"Maybe I can help you."

"That bastard Yang Guo!"

Guo Fu shouted.

"He's here."

Yang Zhuihui released her hand, cleared his throat, and said, "My dear Fu'er, do you want to marry me?"

Guo Fu was stunned for a moment, then quickly lifted her red veil. Looking at Yang Zhuihui's mischievous grin, the scissors in her hand fell to the ground. She cried and threw herself into Yang Zhuihui's arms, shouting, "How come it's you, you hateful guy?"

"The groom is me, didn't you know?"

Yang Zhuihui comforted her.

"I don't know. When my mother told me, she said it was an official. I asked who it was, but she wouldn't say. She just told me to prepare for the wedding. I cried. You saw me. That day, when I came out of my mother's room, when I thought I wasn't marrying you, I knew that the person I was really thinking about was you, you bastard!"

Guo Fu choked up. "Why would I like you, you bastard? There are plenty of men better than you. I was so stupid!"

"To be honest, when we were together, we always bickered and joked around. I never thought we would be together for life. But when I heard that you were getting married, I felt really bad. I even wanted to beat up that groom. When Bilian and Bilan asked me to try on clothes, I didn't know that the groom was me. I just thought of myself as a clothes hanger. When I finally found out that the groom was actually me, I don't know how to describe the excitement in my heart."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Guo Fu tightly and said gently, "Fu'er, you've known this for a long time, but I'm so happy that you still care about me so much. I promise you, I will take good care of you for the rest of my life."

"I asked my mother how many women that man already has. She said it's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, so no matter how many women you have, I accept it. Who told me to fall in love with you, you bastard!"

Guo Fu laughed through her tears, her small fists pounding Yang Zhuihui's chest.

"Fu'er, we should drink the nuptial wine, and then consummate our marriage."

"You lecher!"

Guo Fu glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "You just want to pounce on me on the bed, don't you?"

Yang Zhuihui raised his eyebrows and said with a grin, "That's a necessary step. I'm just following in the footsteps of those who came before."

"I know, anyway, we're already married. Do whatever you want, I want it all."

Guo Fu's cheeks flushed, and her voice was as soft as a baby biting its finger in its sleep.

"I'll go pour the nuptial wine, wait for me."

Yang Zhuihui excitedly filled two cups, handing one to Guo Fu and holding the other in his hand, saying, "Put your hand through mine."

"Why?"

Guo Fu asked, puzzled.

"Nuptial wine!"

"That's not how it's done. We should each drink half a cup first, then exchange cups and drink together. It's basic etiquette, don't you know that? Oh no, I never feel happy with you."

Guo Fu said disdainfully.

"Uh... I really didn't know. Okay, I'll do as you say."

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile.

In his memory, drinking the nuptial wine involved entwining one's arms around the other's. He hadn't expected the rules here to be different. Anyway, these were all formalities; getting into bed was the real deal. So, after drinking half, he switched cups and finished the rest. Yang Zhuihui wanted to embrace Guo Fu, but Guo Fu exclaimed, "Don't put the cup on the table!"

Guo Fu's words dampened Yang Zhuihui's burning desire by a third. He asked, "Do we have to hold it even in the bridal chamber?"

"Of course not! Give it to me. I know these rules."

Guo Fu took the cups and knelt by the bed, placing one cup upright and the other upside down under the bed. She explained, "This way, we can have a long and happy marriage."

"How profound."

Turning to look at Yang Zhuihui, Guo Fu stopped, waiting for him to make the first move. Yang Zhuihui, however, stood there, stunned.

"That's enough."

"What can we do?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, bewildered. "Is there anything else we need to do?"

"What do you think?"

Guo Fu was nearly driven mad by Yang Zhuihui's behavior.

Chapter 133, May 26th, The Wedding Night Riot: "

Can we consummate our marriage now?"

Yang Zhuihui was already drooling.

"No!"

Guo Fu snorted and sat on the edge of the bed, yelling, "You're such a jerk!"

Yang Zhuihui had thought there would be some rules beforehand, but he was excited that the legendary wedding night was about to begin. He rubbed his hands together and pulled Guo Fu into his arms, kissing her cheek.

"You're so impatient... um... don't touch me like that..."

"How can we consummate our marriage without touching me?"

Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously, his hand crawling down Guo Fu's abdomen towards her breasts. With a gentle push, Guo Fu fell onto the bed, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, ready to welcome the pleasures of love.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to undo Guo Fu's belt, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Ah!"

Guo Fu cried out and quickly covered her chest.

"Sorry, we received orders to riot in the wedding night." Shi Le,

who was the first to peek in, grinned mischievously.

Before Yang Zhuihui and Guo Fu could respond, she had already walked in, followed by several others: Wu Sanniang, Xiaoyue, Youshu, Saya, and Shen Diao.

"We originally wanted to invite a seasoned wedding night prankster, but then we thought it wouldn't be suitable. At least we're all family here,"

Shi Le said, circling the table. "We'll just have a little prank and leave; we definitely won't disturb your good time. It's simple: each of us will ask the newlyweds a question, and you must answer honestly. After we're done, we'll leave immediately." "

Okay, let's go!"

Yang Zhuihui, eager for the wedding night, said impatiently.

"Xiaoyue, you go first."

"Me?"

Xiaoyue seemed a little nervous, thinking for a long time before asking, "Husband, are you nervous?"

"No,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"And you, Fu'er?"

"Not nervous either."

Guo Fu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Xiaoyue, who had been silent for so long, was trying to tease her.

Shi Le seemed a little annoyed, muttering, "Sister, your question is really awful. Now it's our lovely Princess Yushu's turn."

"Brother, when can I marry you?"

Looking at the dejected Yushu, Yang Zhuihui comforted her, "When you become emperor."

"Then, Fu'er, when do you plan to have a child for my brother?"

"This..."

Guo Fu blushed and said shyly, "This isn't something I can decide; it depends on him."

"He probably can't."

Shi Le chuckled, "We're living examples."

After a pause, Shi Le continued, "Now it's the turn of the fiercely protective little beauty, Saya."

Saya stared at Yang Zhuihui with a very unfriendly gaze and said coldly, "Will you be good to my princess for the rest of your life?"

"Of course!"

"Then what will you do?"

"Ahem, you can only ask me one question. You should ask Fu'er now."

Yang Zhuihui evaded the question.

"Alright, Miss Fu'er, could you ask Yang Jun how he plans to treat my princess?"

"You should answer that."

Guo Fu pushed Yang Zhuihui's arm.

Looking at the even more forlorn You Shu, Yang Zhuihui said slowly, "Actually, saying you're good to someone is meaningless. Many people can say one thing but do another. So... Sister You Shu, everyone has seen how I've treated you these past few days, and I will continue to do so."

"Thank you, brother!"

You Shu immediately threw herself into Yang Zhuihui's arms, her arm almost pressing against his large penis.

"A little satisfied. Now it's Xian Ni's turn,"

said Saya.

"I don't really have any questions. As long as Young Master Yang treats Fu'er well, I, as her godmother, will be satisfied, hehe."

"The divine bird can skip over it anyway, it can't talk. Now it's my turn,"

Shi Le said, her eyes darting around, clearly thinking of some wicked question. The divine eagle chirped a couple of times, seemingly unwilling to listen.

Shi Le's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Husband, what position do you plan to use tonight to make the beautiful and charming Fu'er feel comfortable?"

Faced with so many stares, Yang Zhuihui was a little embarrassed to speak. Under pressure, he could only reply, "Usually it's man on top, woman on bottom."

"Judging from your shifty eyes, that's definitely not true!"

Shi Le scoffed.

Yang Zhuihui stared at the lantern, blushing, and said, "Anyway, there are only a few positions."

"Which ones?"

Shi Le pressed on.

"Ahem, like having her lie face down, or having her sit on me, or having her lie on her side, anyway, I'll get Fu'er's consent beforehand."

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's words, they all blushed. Guo Fu was almost melted by Yang Zhuihui's lewd words, too ashamed to look at anyone.

"That's a satisfactory answer."

Shi Le smiled and asked Guo Fu, "Fu'er, when your husband mentioned those positions, what was the first image that came to mind?"

"It's...it's..."

Guo Fu stammered, unsure how to answer. After composing herself, she replied, "It's those positions!"

"It's impossible for so many to pop into your head all at once. There must be one that came to mind first. Which one?"

"It's him riding on top of me."

As she spoke, Guo Fu quickly covered her face, muttering, "So embarrassing!"

"That's only natural. Okay, we're leaving now. You can demonstrate those positions slowly. We can practice together when we have time."

With a smile, the group left. The eagle excitedly flapped its golden wings, almost extinguishing the candles.

Hearing the door close, Guo Fu moved her hand away, took a deep breath, and said, "Shi Le's question was really too embarrassing."

"I'll blow out the candles first, wait for me."

After blowing out the candles on the table and taking down and extinguishing the two colored lights, Yang Zhuihui pounced on Guo Fu, hugging her tightly, and murmured, "What position do you want most right now?"

Guo Fu, panting heavily, murmured, "I just said."

"Riding on you?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"Don't ask that..."

"I feel really lucky today, I never thought the groom would be me, hehe."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui had already loosened Guo Fu's belt, easily separating her bright red silk dress. In the dim moonlight, he could see a gold-trimmed mandarin duck bodice, with ripples around the mandarin ducks that rose and fell with Guo Fu's rapid breathing, as if they were real ripples.

Guo Fu covered her face with her hands and murmured, "If the groom weren't you, I would have killed myself long ago."

"Even if you don't kill yourself, I'll make you bleed tonight,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed, his hand already on Guo Fu's not-so-large but very firm breasts, applying slight pressure. Hearing Guo Fu's involuntary gasps, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but press harder.

"My mother said to put a white cloth down there, at the foot of the bed, go get it."

"I'll get it later."

Yang Zhuihui pressed down on Guo Fu, moving her jade-like fingers away, staring at her face, which looked so captivating in the moonlight, stroking it with his hand, murmuring, "Look at your man."

"I don't want to look there."

"I'm not telling you to look down there, I'm telling you to look at my face, you're doomed, are you only thinking about my private parts?"

"No way!"

Guo Fu stared intently at Yang Zhuihui, but was conquered by his gentle gaze, her face flushed red, and she didn't dare to meet his eyes.

"Stick out your tongue."

"Why?"

"Stick it out."

Yang Zhuihui pinched Guo Fu's cheek.

"Oh."

Guo Fu responded timidly, sticking out her fragrant tongue. Before it was fully extended, Yang Zhuihui opened his mouth and took it in, sucking hard. His hand went around her back, untied the thin string of her bodice, and pulled hard. With Guo Fu's violent trembling, her breasts were completely exposed, and the two pink nipples on her chest were tempting.

"Mmm...mmm..."

After sucking Guo Fu's fragrant tongue into his mouth and savoring it for a while, Yang Zhuihui then inserted his own tongue into her mouth. Guo Fu sucked twice and then spat it out, scolding, "You're disgusting!"

"This is normal communication between husband and wife, you'll understand. Let your husband examine your body."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui moved his head to Guo Fu's breasts, took a deep breath, and while scraping her not-yet-fully-erect nipples with the tip of his tongue, he said, "The color here is very beautiful. When you're pregnant, there will be milk here, and when I'm thirsty, I'll drink your milk like a child."

"...Mmm...it's itchy...don't do that..."

Guo Fu panted, her throat feeling a little dry. Looking at the window that wasn't closed properly, she murmured, "Close the window, I'm afraid someone will see us."

"No, it's not a corridor outside, and there's no witness like Chang'e. I'm afraid I'll insert it in the wrong place."

Grasping and kneading her breasts, Yang Zhuihui's tongue lingered on Guo Fu's lower abdomen and slowly moved towards her private area.

"No...don't do this...it's so embarrassing...you bad boy..."

Releasing her hands, Yang Zhuihui slowly pulled down her underpants.

Below her flat stomach was a slightly raised pubic bone, adorned with a few soft, fine pubic hairs. Further down, it curved at a ninety-degree angle, revealing a slightly damp slit between her tightly closed labia. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, otherwise Yang Zhuihui suspected he would have needed a candle to examine this honeyed cave that had never been penetrated by a man before.

Yang Zhuihui clearly remembered that last time, to quell Guo Fu's arrogance, he had threatened her with You Rong, forcing her to breastfeed You Rong. He had intended to have sex with her then, but was disturbed by the maid. He never expected that she would be lying here now, ready to make love to him.

"This place is really beautiful,"

Yang Zhuihui praised.

"Remember to put a mat... otherwise the bed will get dirty..."

Guo Fu said softly. She felt completely melted, unable to believe that her usually generous self was so shy in the bridal chamber. When Yang Zhuihui touched her vulva, she couldn't help but moan. Afraid of being heard, she quickly covered her mouth, wanting to stop Yang Zhuihui's touch, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. She could only hope that it would end quickly so she wouldn't have to stay on edge. But she knew the worst was yet to come.

Yang Zhuihui pulled a round white cloth from under the sheet and placed it under Guo Fu's buttocks. He continued to caress her vulva, and seeing the gleam of lust on his fingertips, he laughed and said, "Open your legs as wide as possible."

Although Guo Fu didn't know Yang Zhuihui's intention, she obediently opened her legs.

Pressing open Guo Fu's not-so-plump labia, a seemingly completely closed entrance was nakedly displayed before Yang Zhuihui. The flesh guarding her private parts contracted and expanded with Guo Fu's rapid breathing.

"The pink color is really pretty,"

Yang Zhuihui murmured, his tongue already licking the entrance of her vagina.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Guo Fu, her whole body itching, kept twisting her slender waist, trying to stop it all, but she had no strength at all. The only thing she could do was to keep her moans as quiet as possible.

When Yang Zhuihui's tongue circled around her clitoris, Guo Fu trembled, covering her mouth even tighter, completely at a loss for what to do.

"It smells really good down there. It seems you washed very clean today, there's no odor at all."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui had already pulled out his penis.

Chapter 134, A Night of Passion

. After adjusting his position, Yang Zhuihui, stroking his penis, prepared to insert it. Seeing that Guo Fu wasn't looking at him at all, Yang Zhuihui teased, "If you're not looking, I'll put it in your ass."

"Huh?"

Guo Fu saw Yang Zhuihui's large penis and almost screamed in fright. She quickly covered her eyes and murmured, "It's really big."

"If it hurts, remember to tell me, and I'll be gentle."

Saying this, he rubbed the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina and tried to insert it.

"It hurts!"

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui, with a slightly wicked look, aimed deep into her vagina and thrust forcefully. His large penis mercilessly pierced the tight, untouched place, breaking Guo Fu's hymen and even reaching her clitoris.

"Ah!"

Guo Fu arched her back in pain, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "It's torn, it's torn! It hurts so much, you bastard!"

"A short pain is better than a long one. Let me let you get used to it."

Enjoying the irregular undulations of her warm, fleshy flesh, Yang Zhuihui shivered with pleasure, his eyes fixed on the blood slowly flowing from their point of union. It dripped quietly onto the white cloth, creating a beautiful scene for their wedding night.

He moved his penis slightly, and hearing Guo Fu's sobs, Yang Zhuihui could only wait for her to adjust. His hands caressed the inside of Guo Fu's thighs; her skin was smooth as freshly made tofu, incredibly comfortable to touch.

After a while, Yang Zhuihui began to thrust again. This time, Guo Fu didn't react much; it seemed she was gradually getting used to it.

He had her press her legs against his chest and began to thrust slowly, gradually increasing the speed, depending entirely on Guo Fu's ability to adapt.

Watching the woman sucking her fingers and enjoying her first sexual experience, Yang Zhuihui imagined Huang Rong participating as well, satisfying both mother and daughter simultaneously—a truly ultimate pleasure. Thinking of this, Yang Zhuihui's thrusts quickened, almost causing Guo Fu to bite her finger.

"How does it feel?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, having just brought Guo Fu to orgasm.

Guo Fu didn't answer. She was quietly enjoying the overwhelming afterglow of her orgasm, her body convulsing, especially the spasms in her lower abdomen. She felt like Yang Zhuihui was ruining her body.

Seeing her silence, Yang Zhuihui continued thrusting.

"Don't move...it hurts..."

Yang Zhuihui knew that the first sexual intercourse shouldn't last too long, and the next intercourse should usually be several days later, so he didn't want to make things difficult for Guo Fu. He was afraid that if he did it for too long, Guo Fu wouldn't be able to stand up the next day. So he casually moved a few times and then released his ejaculation. His entire penis was inside her, and her labia almost touched his scrotum.

With a low growl, his semen spurted into Guo Fu's uterus. He rested on Guo Fu's body for a while, and when his limp penis slid out, Yang Zhuihui climbed off the bed. He wiped his genitals with a damp towel, washed them in a basin, and then helped Guo Fu wipe her genitals.

"It's finally over,"

Guo Fu murmured.

Carefully pulling out the dried white cloth, he examined it carefully in the moonlight. Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "You must keep this safe. You can tell our daughter how you got pregnant with her later."

"Why do we need a daughter? Isn't a son better? He can go to the battlefield and fight,"

Guo Fu muttered.

"How could that be good? With war and chaos, you could die at any moment. You don't want to bury your child,

do you?" "Alright, whatever you say, let's have a daughter."

Yang Zhuihui carefully folded the white cloth proving Guo Fu had become a woman and placed it under the pillow. He then crawled into bed, embracing Guo Fu and kissing her face.

"Don't touch me, or you'll want me again later, and I'll die,"

Guo Fu said reproachfully.

"Then touch me?"

"You're crazy!"

Guo Fu pinched Yang Zhuihui's thigh hard and turned away, feeling his penis pressing against her buttocks. Guo Fu's body began to heat up again, as if she was afraid it would suddenly penetrate her.

"Won't you be as fierce as before?"

"It's not like your personality will change just because you're married. After we have a daughter, I'll raise her to be just like me, so you, her father, will suffer!"

Guo Fu snorted.

"My dear wife, don't be so heartless."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Guo Fu's delicate body tightly, his hands beginning to misbehave and knead her breasts, asking, "When did you fall in love with me?" "I don't like you, hmph!"

"Then why did you say you wanted to marry me?"

"It's just... it's just that I'm afraid no one will talk back to me in the future."

"A very good excuse."

Yang Zhuihui pinched Guo Fu's nipple and asked, "How many children do you plan to have for me in the future?"

"That's not something I can decide..."

"Then let's work together and have lots and lots of children, so that when we walk down the street, there will be a long string of them following behind us."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"Anyway, it's not just me having children. You have so many women, you can let each of them have a few."

"Hmm, I like what you said."

Kissing Guo Fu's shoulder, Yang Zhuihui felt particularly happy tonight. He never expected that Guo Fu's man would be him, and he never expected that Guo Fu would like the man who almost raped her. Did she like that feeling of being conquered?

Imagining this, Yang Zhuihui soon fell asleep, while Guo Fu remained awake, gently shifting her body. She felt that warm thing sliding against her buttocks, which felt very strange. She could also feel Yang Zhuihui's frantic thrusting, a sensation of ecstasy that left her somewhat bewildered. She seemed to understand why Shi Le and the others were so enthusiastic about sexual intercourse.

A stimulation that completely transcended the senses.

The next morning, Guo Fu, like a virtuous wife, helped Yang Zhuihui dress, while she herself styled her hair in front of the mirror.

"Changed your hairstyle?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, hugging Guo Fu from behind.

"My mother taught me. She said I'm a married woman now, so I need to make some changes. The most basic thing is my hair; it can't be flowing like before. It needs to be tied up, to look more dignified, understand?"

As she spoke, Guo Fu styled her hair, asking Yang Zhuihui to hand her a silver hairpin.

She lightly applied rouge to her face, and finally, she pursed her lipstick.

Looking at the radiant Guo Fu in the mirror, Yang Zhuihui teased, "After sharing a bed for one night, you've become so much prettier. Will you be as beautiful as an angel from now on?"

"My eyes are all dark, how am I pretty?"

Guo Fu glared at Yang Zhuihui in the mirror.

"You were already very pretty. Let me taste you."

Lifting Guo Fu's chin, looking at her wet lips, Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed her, slowly sucking. Guo Fu obediently let him do as he pleased.

As the kiss continued, Yang Zhuihui's unruly hands landed on Guo Fu's breasts, kneading them.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Huang Rong, carrying You Rong, walked in. Seeing them being intimate, she quickly turned her back and said, "Get ready for breakfast."

"Okay,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

Yang Zhuihui remained relatively calm, but realizing that her mother had seen her and Yang Zhuihui's intimacy, Guo Fu's face turned as red as a ripe apple about to fall, needing no rouge at all.

After Huang Rong left, Guo Fu playfully punched Yang Zhuihui's neck, scolding, "You were up to no good first thing in the morning, and my mother saw you. Now look what happened!"

"She's my mother too,"

Yang Zhuihui emphasized.

"Oh, right. You'll have to call her mother-in-law from now on. It feels really awkward,"

Guo Fu muttered, playing with Yang Zhuihui's hair, and asked, "Before we leave, will you sleep with me or with them?"

"Both, how about it? We'll find a big bed."

"No, at least I'm your first officially married wife. Can you stay with me these few days?"

Guo Fu pleaded coquettishly.

"Hmm, of course, no problem, my little darling. Come here, give me a kiss." "You're so naughty! A

kiss? Someone will see us!"

Guo Fu quickly ran away.

"Now that I've won you over, you have to let me kiss you,"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly said.

Guo Fu didn't respond, only running far away, smiling shyly.

Yang Zhuihui pounced like a wolf, and Guo Fu quickly dodged, but this cunning fellow, Yang Zhuihui, was incredibly fast, shooting with deadly accuracy. Before Guo Fu could even scream, he had her in his arms, his pouting lips sealing her wet lips. The two kissed, making soft, smacking sounds.

Huang Rong hadn't actually left; she simply stood quietly by the window, listening to her daughter's panting and those extremely intimate sounds. Huang Rong felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart, making her feel an indescribable discomfort.

A forty-year-old mature woman, after her husband became a eunuch, had her long-dormant sexual desire fully awakened, yet she had to find ways to conceal it.

The Bell Ringing Hall of the Imperial Palace in the capital.

Dressed in a purple robe, Yao Ling'er stood angrily by the bedside, listening to the spy's report. Knowing that Yang Zhuihui, who had shamed her, had actually been to the palace, she slapped the spy on the spot and plotted how to punish the bastard who dared to rape her.

Today, Dushi City was bustling with activity, as Yang Zhuihui, the son-in-law of the General's Mansion, was carrying his bride, Guo Fu, down the street.

"You're heavy!"

Yang Zhuihui complained.

Guo Fu, her arms around Yang Zhuihui's neck, looked blissfully happy and whispered in his ear, "You were always on top of me last night, and I didn't complain about you being heavy, but now you're complaining?"

"But I am a little heavy,"

Yang Zhuihui said, his face covered in sweat. "We've been walking like this for almost half an hour, please have mercy on me."

"No, this is our agreement, have you forgotten?"

Guo Fu retorted.

"Then when we get back, I'm going to step in dog poop so you can have a good wash,"

Yang Zhuihui threatened.

"I'm your wife, how can you treat me like that?"

"I'm your man."

"We've only been married two days, and you already despise me like this? What will happen in the future? You have so many women, will you leave me alone in this empty bed?"

As she spoke, Guo Fu bit Yang Zhuihui's ear, causing the onlookers to burst into laughter. Since the clouds of war had hung over Dushi City, smiles had been rare on their faces.

"Alright, I won't complain, but you must wash my feet tonight."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui pinched Guo Fu's buttocks, startling her so much that she almost screamed.

Long, long ago, Yang Zhuihui and Guo Fu made a pact: if Guo Fu married first, Yang Zhuihui would carry her sedan chair; if Yang Zhuihui married first, Guo Fu would wash her feet. Since they were to marry each other, this pact could have been nullified, but the willful Guo Fu completely disagreed and insisted that Yang Zhuihui carry her sedan chair, which ended up with Yang Zhuihui carrying Guo Fu on his back.

After more than an hour, Yang Zhuihui finally circled Dushi City. He was so tired that he wanted to throw Guo Fu to the ground, but he still had to carry her back to his room. Yushu,

who was playing cricket fighting with Saya, saw Yang Zhuihui and ran over excitedly, saying, "Brother, my cricket beat Saya's!"

"Very good, very strong."

Chapter 135, Huang Rong breastfeeding

. Yang Zhuihui, whose mouth was a little dry, didn't want to say more. He sent Yushu away and returned to his room.

Yang Zhuihui tossed Guo Fu onto the bed, then lay beside her, panting heavily. "I'm about to die," he said.

"It feels so good!"

Guo Fu exclaimed longingly. "If it happened every day, it would be so amazing!"

"Impossible!"

Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes at Guo Fu. "I'm going to seduce you tonight."

"Husband, you must be very tired. Why don't you take off your boots and rest in bed? I'll give you a massage,"

Yang Zhuihui said, immediately knowing what Guo Fu was up to. He smiled wickedly. "Even if my feet rot, I won't take them off. I'm going to run around outside this afternoon, letting my feet get all stinky, and then I'll step in cow dung, chicken dung, and duck dung. I'll make you stink to death!"

Guo Fu looked at Yang Zhuihui forlornly, stroking his cheek. She said pitifully, "I'm your wife. We've only been married for two days. How can you mistreat me? Look how sincere I am."

Yang Zhuihui also looked at Guo Fu pitifully. "I'm your man, and you've been mistreating me all morning. If you're like this, how can I not mistreat you?"

"You bastard, you don't know how to be gentle with a woman!"

Guo Fu roared, kicking Yang Zhuihui off the bed.

Luckily, Yang Zhuihui reacted quickly and landed steadily, otherwise he would have landed on his bottom.

Looking at the angry Guo Fu, Yang Zhuihui chuckled, "Madam, you should rest well, don't get too upset. Maybe you're pregnant with my child now! I'm going for a run, you can serve me a good foot bath tonight."

"No way, how could I be pregnant after just one time?"

Guo Fu shouted.

"Then take off all your clothes now, and I'll do it again."

"No."

Guo Fu's face flushed slightly, and she murmured, "It will still hurt, I can't do it."

"Then you should rest well, I'm going to exercise."

With a wicked smile, Yang Zhuihui left the room.

He ran to the mermaid sisters' room and saw them dozing in the wooden tub. Yang Zhuihui then closed the door and went into Wu Sanniang's room, where she was embroidering a handkerchief, having already finished embroidering a mandarin duck.

"I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Yang Zhuihui embraced Wu Sanniang, lifted her veil, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Young Master Yang, it's not good if others see us,"

Wu Sanniang quickly said.

"Husband, call me husband."

"Husband..."

"Hmm, very good. Have you missed me these past two days?"

"Don't we meet at meals?"

Wu Sanniang smiled gently, continuing her unhurried embroidery.

"Didn't you miss me when you slept alone at night?"

Yang Zhuihui pressed.

Wu Sanniang's eyes rippled with emotion as she whispered, "Sanniang has been thinking of husband all the time, every night."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Smelling Wu Sanniang's fragrance, Yang Zhuihui pressed her directly onto the bed.

"Ouch!"

Wu Sanniang cried out in pain, the needle pricking her fingertip, and bright red blood seeped out.

Intending to be intimate with Wu Sanniang, he hadn't expected to hurt her. Yang Zhuihui quickly took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it, licking the wound with his tongue. After a while, he spat out her finger, looking at Wu Sanniang's blushing face, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Yang Zhuihui breathed on the slightly red wound.

"It's nothing, it was Sanniang's own carelessness."

"Want to go for a walk?"

"No, I prefer to stay in the room. The outside world is too noisy."

Yang Zhuihui didn't want Wu Sanniang to stay in the room all the time, afraid she would get suffocated. If that happened, Yang Zhuihui, as her husband, would be failing in his duty. Unlike Yuuki, who had Saya by her side, or the mermaid sisters, who could confide in each other when troubled, Wu Sanniang was alone.

Holding Wu Sanniang's hand, Yang Zhuihui whispered, "My master is dead. I will work hard to fulfill her wish. I will marry you in the palace and let the world know that you are my woman."

"Titles and titles are really not important, my husband. Actually, I'm quite happy with you."

As she spoke, Wu Sanniang gently embraced Yang Zhuihui and murmured, "As long as you are safe, I have no other desires."

"Thank you for always being with me."

"My husband, when will we begin practicing the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon?"

After a pause, Wu Sanniang added, "I don't mean to do *that* with you, my husband. I just hope you can master the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon as soon as possible."

"I'll study it first, and then I'll come to you when I've mastered it."

Yang Zhuihui kissed Wu Sanniang's forehead. Hearing footsteps, he quickly got up. At this moment, Guo Fu pushed open the door and came in.

"Godmother,"

Guo Fu called out. Seeing Yang Zhuihui in the room, Guo Fu asked, "Didn't you go out for a run?"

"I wanted to walk around the mansion a few times before going out. I just heard Xian Ni calling, so I came in to check. Turns out, I pricked my finger with a needle. You two chat, I'm going to exercise."

Like a thief, Yang Zhuihui dashed out.

"Godmother, why are you embroidering this?"

Guo Fu asked curiously.

"I embroidered it for you two, wishing you both a son soon, hehe."

As she spoke, Wu Sanniang unfolded the handkerchief and said, "I'll embroider two lotus flowers below this. Fu'er, what do you think? If you don't like it, you can change it to other flowers."

"Very good, lotus flowers it is."

Yang Zhuihui, who was about to leave the General's Mansion, saw Huang Rong returning with a bamboo basket.

"Mother-in-law,"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

"Hehe, just call me Auntie. Calling me Mother-in-law makes me feel awkward."

Huang Rong smiled and squinted, asking, "Guo'er, where are you going?"

"Just taking a walk, nothing to do anyway."

"I bought some herbs to bathe You Rong. Bi Lian and Bi Lan aren't in the manor. If you're free, help your auntie."

"Okay!"

Yang Zhuihui followed behind Huang Rong, watching her constantly trembling fleshy buttocks, really wanting to plow them open.

Entering the room, Huang Rong went to fetch hot water, while Yang Zhuihui held You Rong, looking at the baby girl still sucking her little finger. Yang Zhuihui fantasized about what it would feel like to have her suck his penis, but her little mouth seemed too small to accommodate it. It seemed he would have to wait until she grew up.

Whether it was Yang Zhuihui's wicked thoughts or not, the little one, who had been squinting and sucking her finger, suddenly burst into tears. Yang Zhuihui tried to soothe her, but she cried even harder, leaving him sweating profusely. When Huang Rong came in, Yang Zhuihui quickly handed You Rong to her and poured warm water into the small wooden tub.

"It seems You Rong is hungry again. Could you please close the door for me?"

Huang Rong said, pulling down her collar to reveal a breast for You Rong to suckle, her back half-turned to Yang Zhuihui, much like last time.

After closing the door, watching Huang Rong breastfeed You Rong, Yang Zhuihui felt a burning desire slowly rising within him.

"Isn't this embarrassing for you, Auntie?"

Huang Rong asked.

"Breastfeeding is normal. Fu'er will need it later too. Observing it now will help her get used to it later,"

Yang Zhuihui said awkwardly.

"Auntie didn't ask you to look."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and asked, "How have you and Fu'er been getting along these past two days?"

"Pretty good, but she's still so willful."

"These habits are hard to change. Try to change her slowly. Actually, I wanted to match you two up a long time ago, but Brother Ping objected. Later, after receiving a message from my father via carrier pigeon, we did it this way."

After a pause, Huang Rong continued, "As long as you two are happy, Auntie has no other requests. I just hope you won't neglect my daughter because of other girls, understand?"

"Of course not, Auntie, don't worry."

Yang Zhuihui nodded vigorously, his gaze still fixed on Huang Rong's breast, which was being sucked and squeezed by You Rong. His throat became a little dry, and he felt like he was expecting something.

"Don't look like that. I'm your mother-in-law."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui again, turned her body, and completely turned her back to him.

"Sorry."

Yang Zhuihui's face turned red.

After feeding Yourong, Huang Rong handed her to Yang Zhuihui. She then took a bamboo basket, put some herbs into a small wooden bucket, stirred it with her hands, and said, "The water temperature is just right, give it to me."

Huang Rong removed Yourong's small swaddling clothes and placed her in the water, lovingly wiping her body. The still-unable-to-speak Yourong gazed at Huang Rong with her sapphire-like eyes, occasionally letting out giggles.

"So cute!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Yes, she'll be even cuter when she grows up."

"Will she be even cuter after practicing the *Mysterious Yin True Qi Technique*?"

Yang Zhuihui blurted out.

"Hmm? Guo'er, how do you know about this technique?"

"It's...it's..."

"It must have been Fu'er who told you, right? Hehe, you're husband and wife now, it's good for you to know some things."

After a pause, Huang Rong continued, "I obtained that technique by chance, and I felt it was very suitable for Rong'er, so I wanted to try it."

"What kind of technique is it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

"It's nothing, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Anyway, it's about a young woman's body. I'll tell you more about it after Fu'er gives birth to her daughter."

"Okay."

After washing You Rong's body, Huang Rong asked Yang Zhuihui to bring a towel to wipe You Rong's extremely fair and tender little body. Finally, she placed her in soft swaddling clothes, held her, and kissed her forehead several times, saying, "Guo'er, you must be careful when you go to the Jurchens. I've heard that they have many kinds of sorcery that we Central Plains people don't understand."

"I will, Auntie, don't worry. After I leave, please take good care of them for me."

"Of course, they are all..."

Huang Rong paused for a while, then asked, "Are they all Guo'er's confidantes? Even that Miss Xianni who has always helped you?"

"She...she is Fu'er's godmother. I get along very well with her, Auntie, please don't misunderstand."

"I was just asking out of curiosity."

Huang Rong placed You Rong on the bed, looking at the sleeping little life, and said, "Fu'er is married now. My biggest wish now is for You Rong to grow up healthy and find a good family in the future."

"With Auntie's beauty, You Rong will definitely be very beautiful. There will be more young men than hairs on a cow falling at her feet."

"Auntie is getting old."

Huang Rong glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times, recalling the scene of him kissing her daughter, and even more so, their passionate lovemaking on their wedding night. She felt something was missing in her heart, and dared not look any longer. Huang Rong then said, "It's nothing, Guo'er, you go and do what you need to do."

"Then I'll take my leave."

After bowing, Yang Zhuihui left Huang Rong's room and walked out of the General's Mansion.

Walking down the street, the common people were very attentive, and many wanted to introduce their daughters to Yang Zhuihui, content to have them as concubines.

To them, Yang Zhuihui's prestige surpassed that of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

As he walked, Yang Zhuihui suddenly noticed a familiar figure directly ahead. Upon seeing the small bell on her wrist, Yang Zhuihui turned ashen with fright. This woman was clearly Yao Ling'er, the one he had drugged and raped before.

Chapter 136, Humiliated Again .

Yang Zhuihui's legs went weak. He couldn't believe that this noble concubine, who had once disguised herself as a prostitute to approach him, would come to this barren land. Without a second thought, Yang Zhuihui knew she was definitely after him.

Following her, he watched her enter the Lan Guan Inn. Yang Zhuihui went to the entrance, watching her go up to the second floor. After waiting a while, Yang Zhuihui finally went inside.

The innkeeper beamed at Yang Zhuihui, forgetting even to do the accounting, and hurriedly stepped out from behind the counter, asking, "Young Master Yang, it's an honor to have you grace our humble establishment with your presence! Your humble servant is Peng Huashenghui!"

"I think I just saw a girl I know, the one in the crimson dress who came upstairs. What room is she staying in?"

Without much thought, the innkeeper directly told him Yao Ling'er's room number and asked if he wanted him to come up. Yang Zhuihui politely declined and then left the Lan Guan Inn.

On his way back, Yang Zhuihui's brows furrowed.

The dignified Imperial Concubine would actually disguise herself as a prostitute? This was utterly illogical. Such a noble and delicate body willingly confined to a brothel, a place rife with physical transactions, and even seduced him? Was it because Jiajing's sexual function was impotent, and she was a woman with a high sex drive, so she went to brothels specifically to find men for intercourse? That didn't make sense either; she might as well just keep a few gigolos in the capital.

The more Yang Zhuihui thought about it, the more chaotic his thoughts became. He decided to stop thinking about it altogether and seriously consider his trip to the Northeast.

It was summer, and the temperature there wasn't low. The main concern was the primitive Jurchen tribes. Yang Zhuihui's mission was to win over three Jurchen tribes and unite with the Dalai Lama, who had been defeated by Altan Khan. It seemed like a truly daunting task!

During lunch, Guo Fu kept giving Yang Zhuihui an unfriendly look. After lunch, when they went back to his room for a nap, she told him to take off his boots, but Yang Zhuihui refused. He insisted that Guo Fu wash his feet.

Yang Zhuihui wouldn't listen, and Guo Fu angrily kicked him in the buttocks a few times, then snatched the blankets from him.

There wasn't much to do in the afternoon. Yang Zhuihui sat in the teahouse opposite the Lan Guan Inn, drinking tea and staring at the opposite side of the street.

As the sun was about to set, Yang Zhuihui finally saw Yao Ling'er emerge. Perhaps fearing recognition, she veiled her face with a white veil, walking with a graceful gait, her skirt almost touching the ground. Even in her red dress, Yang Zhuihui, having tasted her body, seemed to see a naked woman walking down the street.

After paying the bill, Yang Zhuihui continued to follow Yao Ling'er.

Yao Ling'er only browsed the rouge shop before returning to the inn.

Finding nothing unusual, a bored Yang Zhuihui returned to the General's Mansion.

Back at the inn, everyone was waiting for him to eat, making Yang Zhuihui feel quite embarrassed.

Returning to his room with Guo Fu, Guo Fu snuggled into his arms, pouting, "Husband, are you really going to make me, a pampered child, wash your feet?"

"Of course!"

"Are you really that heartless?"

Guo Fu looked up at Yang Zhuihui, her pitiful appearance like a little cat yearning for fish.

"Go fetch water, I want to wash my feet!"

Yang Zhuihui declared proudly.

"Really?"

Guo Fu still had that same expression.

“Absolutely no lie!”

“Bastard, scum, dead man!”

Guo Fu stormed out.

“Her personality is so fickle. I hope her future children won’t be like this, or I’ll be tortured to death by them.”

Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Guo Fu’s service.

Thump!

The door was kicked open by Guo Fu, who came in carrying a wooden basin and threw it on the bedside, splashing water everywhere. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui, her face full of anger, and took off his boots. She thought his feet would smell bad, but there was only a slight odor, which surprised her greatly. She exclaimed, “Your feet smell so good.”

Realizing her slip of the tongue, Guo Fu quickly corrected herself, “Your feet don’t smell bad.”

“You’re my wife, how could I mistreat you? Wash my feet properly.”

Yang Zhuihui laughed, stroking Guo Fu’s nipples.

“Mmm.”

Guo Fu’s hands were very strong, rubbing Yang Zhuihui until he moaned lewdly.

“Want to taste what’s here?”

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his erect crotch.

"Do you think that's possible?"

Guo Fu rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Unless I'm crazy."

Helpless, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to shatter his lewd thoughts and look intently at Guo Fu's pretty face.

"Alright, lift your feet up, I'll go get some water."

After Guo Fu left, Yang Zhuihui lay there with his feet dangling in the air, staring at the bed curtains, thinking about how to deal with Yao Ling'er. As long as she was here, Yang Zhuihui would never feel at ease.

"Husband, someone's looking for you."

Guo Fu said as she entered, "Miss Xia Yao, and someone I don't know. They're waiting for you in the main hall."

(Xia Yao actually came to find me? Is she sexually frustrated?)

Yang Zhuihui was so startled that he stepped barefoot on the ground. After being glared at by Guo Fu, he quickly put on his boots and said awkwardly, "When I come back later, you'll have to wash me again."

"I hope you come back alone."

Guo Fu kissed Yang Zhuihui on the forehead and let him out.

When he reached the main hall, Yang Zhuihui saw Xia Yao and Lu Bing. Xia Yao was still dressed in her blue robe, while Lu Bing had changed out of his golden flying fish robe and was wearing a simple gray robe. Both of them carried bundles, and of course, weapons as well.

"Brother Yang, I apologize for disturbing you."

Lu Bing bowed and said, "His Majesty has been restless these past few days, fearing that something big is about to happen, so he hopes that Brother Yang will set off as soon as possible."

After a pause, Lu Bing added, "Happy wedding."

Upon hearing those four words, Xia Yao's face flushed with anger, but she dared not utter a word. She merely glared at Yang Zhuihui with reproachful eyes, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I'll have the servants arrange rooms for you first,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile.

He told Bilan to take Lu Bing to rest, while Yang Zhuihui stayed alone with Xia Yao. Fearing her reaction might be too intense, he deliberately took her to the back garden.

"Are you angry with me?"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Xia Yao's hand, but she brushed it away.

"How could I dare, General Wude!"

"I only found out about the marriage with Fu'er at the very last moment. It wasn't that I wanted to marry her,"

Yang Zhuihui explained.

"What kind of nonsense is this? You're clearly lying to me."

"Absolutely... not!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Xia Yao's hand again. Seeing her still struggling, he forcefully pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips without a word, sucking on them forcefully.

"Mmm...mmm..."

After a few moments, Xia Yao gave up resisting and cooperated with Yang Zhuihui's kisses.

After kissing for a while, Yang Zhuihui released Xia Yao's fragrant tongue that had been sucked into his mouth and said, "Are you really angry with me?"

Xia Yao, her cheeks flushed, lowered her head and murmured, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself again."

"It's okay."

Holding Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "Being jealous means that I'm very important to you. Why did you come here with Lu Bing?"

"I want to kill him."

"Hmm?"

"He conspired with Yan Song to kill my whole family. I must kill him!"

Xia Yao said coldly.

"So that's why you came to Dushi City with him?"

"I was ordered by Lord Xu to protect you, and I myself wanted to kill that damned Lu Bing."

Looking at this woman blinded by hatred, Yang Zhuihui kissed her forehead several times and said, "I heard the Jurchen people eat people, are you going too?"

"At worst, I'll be eaten by them with you. Anyway, I'm sticking with you, since you stole my heart."

"Then I'll arrange the assassination of Lu Bing, don't do anything reckless, okay?"

"Okay."

At this moment, the maid Bilian was walking over with a lantern. When she saw the two men embracing, Bilian screamed in fright and almost dropped the lantern.

Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao quickly separated, both looking very embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you two continue."

With that, Bilian ran away like a gust of wind. She couldn't understand why Yang Zhuihui would be embracing a "man."

After comforting Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui took her to her guest room to rest and chatted with her for a while before Xia Yao let him go.

As Yang Zhuihui approached the bridal chamber, he suddenly stopped. He saw a man in black carrying Guo Fu out of the chamber and leaping onto the roof.

His bride had been kidnapped! This was terrible!

Yang Zhuihui leaped up and landed on the roof. Watching the man in black and hearing the bell, Yang Zhuihui felt a pang of annoyance. It seemed that Yao Ling'er would wear that bell no matter what, to prove herself.

Seeing her deliberately avoiding the crowds and walking along the roof, Yang Zhuihui chuckled, knowing her destination was the Lan Guan Inn. He then landed on the street and ran towards the inn at lightning speed.

Before Yao Ling'er arrived, Yang Zhuihui was already at the inn, greeted the innkeeper, and went upstairs.

Entering Yao Ling'er's room, Yang Zhuihui was pondering how to subdue this woman when he saw the freshly brewed ginseng tea on the table, and a lewd smile immediately spread across his face.

The window was pushed open, and Yao Ling'er jumped in carrying Guo Fu, placing her on the bed. Tearing off the black cloth covering her face, Yao Ling'er coldly said, "Once I lure that bastard Yang Zhuihui here, I'll show you how I'll torment him to death!"

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui was hiding behind a screen, not daring to even breathe.

Yao Ling'er, her throat slightly dry, picked up her ginseng tea and gulped it down. Feeling a little tired, she sat down on the edge of the bed to rest, stroking Guo Fu's arm and saying, "Her skin is quite smooth. That Yang Zhuihui is lucky. Damn it, he even dared to touch me!"

Recalling her dark past, Yao Ling'er's face flushed with anger.

After resting for a while, just as Yao Ling'er was about to get up, she suddenly felt the world spinning. With a soft cry, she collapsed back onto the bed.

"Looks like this sleeping potion is really effective,"

Yang Zhuihui said smugly as he walked out, looking at Yao Ling'er on the bed. He was already rubbing his hands together, eager for his next move.

(Since she wants to kill me, I'll rape her again.)

Having made up his mind, Yang Zhuihui moved Guo Fu aside and quickly stripped Yao Ling'er of her black clothes.

Today, Yao Ling'er was wearing an exquisite gold bodice and gold-threaded underpants. As expected of a noble concubine, even her inner garments were adorned with gold and silver. But she was too ruthless and cruel. Yang Zhuihui wouldn't be satisfied without using his large penis to dampen her arrogance!

Last time, he made her kneel by the bed to be raped; this time, Yang Zhuihui made her lie flat on the bed. As soon as

the underpants were removed, her plump mounds were nakedly displayed before Yang Zhuihui's eyes. The concave slit in the middle filled Yang Zhuihui with fantasies. He began to pluck at her with his hand, and heard Yao... Ling'er's moans made Yang Zhuihui suspiciously stare at her face. Seeing that she didn't wake up, Yang Zhuihui inserted two fingers into her honey hole and pumped them in and out. Soon, a lot of lustful fluid gushed out.

Although the sleeping potion had knocked her out quite a bit, Yang Zhuihui was still worried that this lady, who seemed to possess considerable internal strength, would wake up. So he pulled her delicate body towards him, rubbed his glans against her honey hole a few times, and then inserted it. When he encountered resistance, Yang Zhuihui remembered that she was the Jade Phoenix Nodding.

Chapter 137, Reluctant to Part

. He stood on tiptoe, his penis slowly pumping in and out, searching for the flower core. After confirming that he was in the right place, Yang Zhuihui thrust hard.

Snap!

"Mmm...mmm..."

The entire penis was inserted, and before he even moved, the fleshy hooks were already rubbing against it. Moreover, Tiao Ling'er's vagina was sucking very quickly; even without thrusting, Yang Zhuihui could feel waves of tingling pleasure.

Seeing Tiao Ling'er's pained expression, Yang Zhuihui grabbed one of her legs and put it on his shoulder, pulled out his penis, and looking at the seemingly breathing entrance of her vagina, Yang Zhuihui didn't hesitate to insert it again, and then began to thrust wildly.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Yao Ling'er's delicately drawn willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, her entire face flushed red from the stimulation of the penis, emitting faint moans. She absolutely couldn't believe she would be drugged and raped a second time by Yang Zhuihui!

After thrusting in and out in this position hundreds of times, Yang Zhuihui began to target her anus. Since he had to make the rape worthwhile,

he made Yao Ling'er kneel on the ground as before. Yang Zhuihui spread her buttocks apart, staring intently at her slightly dark anus, which was very tight and had never been penetrated before.

His fingers rubbed along the crease of her flesh, smearing the collected vaginal fluid on her anus, and then some on his glans. Yang Zhuihui was ready to explore her anus.

"Your Majesty, I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow, then you'll never be able to catch me."

With a wicked grin, Yang Zhuihui rubbed his penis against her anus. Seeing that it wasn't wet enough, he inserted his penis into Yao Ling'er's honey hole and thrust it in and out. Only after his entire penis was covered in her lustful fluids did Yang Zhuihui thrust into her anus again.

With a slight effort, the head of his penis forced open Tiao Ling'er's anus.

When the entire head of his penis was inserted, Yang Zhuihui didn't even dare to breathe, because Yao Ling'er's sphincter was still tightly gripping the glans, making him extremely uncomfortable. However, Yang Zhuihui knew that his discomfort was nothing compared to Yao Ling'er's.

When having anal sex with a woman, if she doesn't try to relax her sphincter, she feels as if her sphincter is being torn apart.

Seeing that she was still so stubborn even while unconscious, Yang Zhuihui didn't care about that anymore. He thrust his hips, allowing his penis to slowly penetrate.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Knowing that Tiao Ling'er was in great pain, Yang Zhuihui revealed an almost cruel smile. Looking at the small part of his penis still outside, Yang Zhuihui simply thrust hard, inserting the entire length.

"Ah..."

Stroking Yao Ling'er's buttocks, feeling her whole body tremble, Yang Zhuihui felt extremely aroused, and began to slowly thrust in and out. This dry passage was completely dry, making cultivation exceptionally difficult. However, Yang Zhuihui was a persistent man, so even risking his penis bleeding, he was determined to let Yao Ling'er experience the allure of anal sex.

With each thrust, the tight passage loosened slightly, but Yao Ling'er's painful moans grew louder, sometimes arching her back. What frustrated Yang Zhuihui even more was that while he was ravaging her rear, her vagina was still gushing out a considerable amount of vaginal fluid, soaking his boots. It seemed this woman was favored by Jiajing because she could produce so much vaginal fluid during intercourse.

Thinking that the sickly Jiajing possessed such a fragrant beauty, Yang Zhuihui felt it was necessary to rush into his harem and satisfy the sexually frustrated concubines, noble ladies, and even the empress.

After a quarter of anal sex, Yang Zhuihui was already losing control of his ejaculation. He rubbed Yao Ling'er's breasts, thrusting faster, and with a muffled groan, ejaculated all his semen into Yao Ling'er's anus.

Panting, his now-soft penis slid out.

Looking at Yao Ling'er's rear end, which had been violated beyond repair, milky white semen slowly flowed out, mixed with a few traces of blood.

"If I can't get you the first time in front, I'll break you the first time in the back."

Yang Zhuihui ran behind the screen triumphantly to wash his penis.

Returning to the bedside, Yang Zhuihui rolled up Yao Ling'er's bodice and underpants and hid them inside her collar. He then kindly locked the door for her before picking up Guo Fu and flying out the window.

Placing Guo Fu on the bed, Yang Zhuihui, whose penis was still a little sore, kindly took off her boots and undergarments. He hid Yao Ling'er's bodice and underpants under the pillow, blew out the candle, and fell into a deep sleep holding Guo Fu.

Midnight.

Yao Ling'er woke up with excruciating pain in her lower body. She moved, feeling as if a knife was stuck in her anus. Startled, she nearly jumped up. Seeing herself naked and lying face down on the edge of the bed, in the exact same position as before, she immediately realized she had been drugged and raped again, and this time not only in the front but also in the back.

Yao Ling'er couldn't believe someone would penetrate that excrement-filled place, but the reality was undeniable. The stinging pain in her anus almost made her cry .

Kneeling on the ground, she looked around, but couldn't see her undergarment or underwear.

Struggling to get up, Yao Ling'er knelt again, the pain in her anus unbearable, even the slightest effort was excruciating.

"That bastard!"

Yao Ling'er finally burst into tears.

After resting for a while, Yao Ling'er finally managed to walk behind the screen, confirming that all her undergarments had been taken. She was so frightened she almost lost her balance.

If Yang Zhuihui were to reveal the undergarment and panties to the public or present them to the emperor, she would be unable to clear her name even if she jumped into the river. Realizing that Yang Zhuihui had leverage over her, Tiaoling'er angrily pushed over the screen, squatted on the ground, and cried, burying her face in her hands.

Originally, she planned to kill Yang Zhuihui, but her plan backfired, and she even had her chrysanthemum exposed...

The next morning, Yang Zhuihui was woken up early by Guo Fu, who was holding Yao Ling'er's undergarment and panties in her hand. She questioned, "Did you bring other women to the room to mess around last night?"

"No,"

Yang Zhuihui said sleepily.

"Then what about these?"

Guo Fu shook the undergarment and panties vigorously.

"Uh...uh...they belong to Xia Yao. She asked me to keep them safe, afraid that people would find out she's a virgin. I'll return them to her when we leave,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile, quickly grabbing the undergarment and panties.

"This is our bridal chamber! You actually hid another woman's things under your pillow, you damned bastard!"

Guo Fu jumped out of bed angrily, put on her boots, and stormed out of the room.

Upon waking, Yang Zhuihui hid Tiaoling'er's undergarment and bodice in the bottom shelf of the closet. He knew he could use these to blackmail Tiaoling'er later, so he couldn't lose them. Since she was going to harm him anyway, Yang Zhuihui intended to present this leverage to Jiajing Emperor. Even if he were to be beheaded, he wanted to drag Tiaoling'er down with him.

(Perhaps… he could also use this to blackmail Yao Ling'er and enjoy intimate moments with her.)

While having breakfast with everyone, Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing confirmed their departure from Dushi City that day.

Guo Fu packed Yang Zhuihui's luggage and embraced him. Even though she knew he would be gone for a while, Guo Fu truly didn't want this moment to arrive. After a brief kiss, tears welled in Guo Fu's eyes. Newlyweds, what would Guo Fu do without Yang Zhuihui's warm embrace?

"After I leave, you'll be alone in this empty bed,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"No."

"Hmm?"

"I'll call my godmother to sleep with me."

"So that's how it is. You almost scared me. Okay, don't cry anymore. I'll be back soon. Remember to feed the Divine Eagle every day, don't let it go hungry."

He pinched Guo Fu's delicate cheek and left a lipstick mark on her face. Guo Fu finally stopped crying and smiled, taking his hand as they walked out.

In the main hall, Wu San Niang, Xiao Yue, Shi Le, You Shu, and Sha Ye were all standing there, while Xia Yao and Lu Bing were waiting outside.

Looking at the five of them, Yang Zhuihui didn't know what to say. He felt a pang of sadness; he wanted to stay by their side, but the imperial decree was paramount; he wanted to take them with him, but he feared they might be threatened.

Therefore, he could only let them stay in the General's Mansion, the safest place as long as the Tatars didn't attack.

"Brother, I don't want you to leave!"

You Shu cried as she rushed over, burying her face in Yang Zhuihui's arms, sobbing and hugging his waist.

"I'll be back soon."

Yang Zhuihui gave her a look, and Sha Ye pulled You Shu away, comforting her.

"You two need to take good care of each other, and go out in the sun occasionally, don't spend all your time in the water."

"Okay."

Xiaoyue nodded, while Shile looked indifferent, playing with Xiaoyue's hair.

Fearing that the stalemate would escalate the sadness, Yang Zhuihui said goodbye to them.

As the three walked out of the General's Mansion, a large crowd of people had gathered outside the gate. Several people in front were carrying baskets of eggs, duck eggs, steamed buns, and other food. As soon as they saw Yang Zhuihui, they surrounded him, pleading with him to accept their gifts.

Seeing their sincere gazes, Yang Zhuihui didn't know what to say and could only politely refuse them. Yang Zhuihui wasn't going to hatch eggs; how could he carry eggs in one hand and duck eggs in the other?

The people of Dushi City accompanied them all the way to the East Gate, and only when the three of them had completely disappeared from sight did they relax.

Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!

Three fine horses carried the three of them northeastward.

It took them four whole days to reach Guangningwei, where they reached an agreement with the Dalai Lama, son of Dayan Khan. He was willing to fully assist them if they could help him reclaim his territory.

Things went very smoothly with the Dalai Lama, but they were about to face the Jurchen people, a tribe still largely uncivilized. This was a truly daunting task, and the Dalai Lama even described the cannibalistic practices of the Jurchen savage tribes, terrifying the three of them so much they dared not even breathe.

After resting for one night in Guangningwei, they continued their journey, with the Dalai Lama assigning a member of his tribe to guide them.

The Jurchen people were now divided into the Jianzhou Jurchen, the Wild Jurchen, and the Haixi Jurchen, and the first tribe they would encounter was the legendary cannibalistic Wild Jurchen.

The Wild Jurchens generally lived in Jianzhou Left Guard, an area near the border with Korea. They relied on hunting for survival, supplemented by farming. From a young age, men, women, and children were trained as hunters, roaming the mountains like wild beasts, using bows and arrows, and even stones, to kill adult predators.

This is the origin of their tribal name.

On the fifth day after leaving Guangning Guard, they finally arrived at Poyun Mountain, known as the "Nest of Death."

"Amur, must we cross this mountain?"

Lu Bing asked.

Amur, the guide, was a boy who looked to be under fifteen years old. Two braids hung down his shoulders as he gazed at the towering Poyun Mountain, speaking in broken Chinese, "This is the only route. This mountain stretches for thousands of miles, reaching the Bohai Sea to the left and the Yushisuo area to the right. Beyond the mountain lies the Jurchen tribe. If we don't cross this mountain, no matter which way we go, we can't get to the other side."

"It's almost nightfall. We can only camp at the foot of the mountain and climb up again tomorrow morning."

Yang Zhuihui had already jumped to the ground, stepping on dry pine needles that rustled softly.

Chapter 138, The Attack

. Xia Yao, already exhausted from the bumpy ride, used Yang Zhuihui's shoulder to jump to the ground. She gave Lu Bing a very unfriendly look before finding a clean spot to sit down.

"Do you all have enough rations?"

Lu Bing asked.

"We can last for two more days,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

“Alright, let’s camp here tonight. I’ll go find some firewood.”

“No!”

Amur quickly objected, saying, “The Jurchen savages often hunt in these mountains. The firelight will attract their attention, and we might become their food.”

“But if we don’t light a fire, we’re worried about wild animals attacking us in this deep wilderness.”

Before they could offer their opinions, Lu Bing had already tied up the horses and walked alone to the left.

“Amur, find some grass for the horses to eat,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

“Okay.”

Amur seemed a little frightened, looking at the world about to be swallowed by the night. He swallowed several times before walking away quietly.

Unlike Yang Zhuihui and the others, Amur, who lived in Guangningwei, knew the Jurchen people’s cannibalism by heart. He had told them about it at least ten times along the way and kept advising them to turn back before it was too late. But how could Yang Zhuihui, who was carrying out the emperor’s orders, back down at the last minute? If he did, he would definitely be beheaded by that tyrannical emperor when he returned, and there might even be an execution of his entire family, including Guo Fu and Huang Rong.

"Why didn't you let me kill him last time?"

Xia Yao asked coldly.

Yang Zhuihui chewed on a twig and said, "I've told you the reason at least five times. Even if we were to kill him, we had to wait until things were settled here and we went back. Besides, after traveling together for so long, I think Lu Bing is a pretty good person."

"Then who will be held responsible for my whole family's death?"

Xia Yao retorted angrily.

"Sorry, I misspoke. Don't think about it now."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Xia Yao into his arms and gently stroked her hair.

"I really like the feeling of you holding me. Maybe I really can't live without you."

Xia Yao murmured.

"Me too."

In Yang Zhuihui's eyes, Xia Yao was a woman who appeared strong on the outside but was fragile on the inside. To avenge her family, she could disguise herself as a man and follow that old fox Xu Jie. Even when Xu Jie betrayed her, she didn't care. This was what was called blind loyalty. Yet, she cared a lot about herself. She was afraid of losing herself, but she didn't want to share herself with other women. She wavered between possession and sharing. This was what was called selfishness.

Regardless, Yang Zhuihui didn't want Xia Yao to constantly talk about hatred. He even hoped she could be as carefree as Shi Le, but was that possible?

Hearing footsteps, the two separated.

"If you're cold, you can definitely hug each other,"

Lu Bing laughed.

"Are we really going to light a fire?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, getting up.

Throwing the firewood on the ground, Lu Bing patted the ash off his hands and said, "Lighting a fire might attract Jurchen attacks, but not lighting one risks wild animal attacks. It's getting dark, so the Jurchens shouldn't be around. I agree to light a fire. What about you?"

"Okay."

Soon, the fire was lit, and the four of them chatted and ate their dry rations around it.

Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing chatted happily, but Xia Yao kept a cold face, while Amur looked around fearfully, afraid that a Jurchen or wild animal might suddenly pounce.

After 7 PM, there wasn't much firewood left, so Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao went to gather more.

On their way back, Yang Zhuihui suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Yao asked.

Yang Zhuihui made a shushing gesture, staring seriously to the left.

*Pfft!*

He let out a loud fart, exclaiming, "That felt so good!"

"Crazy!"

Xia Yao cursed and walked away.

"Hmm?"

Yang Zhuihui seemed to have heard something. Looking at the dark, dense forest to his right, he quickly followed Xia Yao, hoping it was just his imagination.

It was just past midnight, and they were short of firewood again.

"We need to go find some more,"

Lu Bing said, standing up.

"I'll go, otherwise I'll feel embarrassed,"

Amur volunteered.

"Okay, we'll both go."

After they left, Xia Yao muttered, "I really can't stand Lu Bing."

"Didn't you used to dislike me too?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

“That’s different.”

“It really is different.”

Yang Zhuihui stretched and said, “It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to nature. I hope I can get a good night’s sleep.”

“Ah!”

Amur’s screams echoed continuously, and Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao hurriedly grabbed their weapons and ran towards the screams.

“What happened?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

At this moment, Lu Bing was holding the Xiuchun Blade. The moonlight shining on the blade was slightly dazzling. Seeing Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao, Lu Bing sheathed his blade and said, "I hadn't even separated from Amur when I heard his screams. I ran here, and all I saw was a pool of blood. I didn't see anyone else."

"You didn't kill him, did you?"

Xia Yao teased.

"Guard Xia, even if you gave me a hundred thousand reasons, I couldn't find a motive to kill Amur."

After a pause, Lu Bing continued, "It doesn't seem to be the work of a wild beast. It's very likely a Jurchen."

Yang Zhuihui, seemingly sensing the approaching death, gripped his sword hilt tightly.

"We can't stay here. We have to leave immediately,"

Xia Yao said.

"We can't go back. We were able to safely cross the swamp with Amur's guidance. Now, a hasty retreat will only lead to our deaths."

Lu Bing analyzed, "Since we can confirm it's a Jurchen, we just need to extinguish the fire and hide in the shadows."

"No need. I have a better plan."

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui told them his plan.

After listening, Lu Bing and Xia Yao both agreed, then retreated to the fire, extinguished the flames, leaving only some glowing embers. The three of them then hid among several large, bare trees nearby, holding their breath and watching the direction of the fire.

A quarter of an hour later, a faint sound came from ahead.

Suddenly, a dark figure landed in front of the embers, frantically poking at them with a spear.

Using the sparks from the embers, they finally saw clearly a man with a tiger skin around his waist, wielding a black spear, his body covered in strange runes, shouting incoherently.

"It's a savage,"

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard.

"Waaah!"

The savage suddenly looked this way and slowly approached.

"Just one, let me handle it."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui stepped forward, about to draw his dragon-carved sword.

*Whoosh!

* A cold arrow struck, piercing Yang Zhuihui's sleeve, startling him so much that he stumbled back several steps, quickly hiding behind a tree.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Arrows rained down like a storm, at least two hundred of them piercing the bare tree ahead. The three people hiding behind the tree didn't dare breathe.

"Waaa! Waaa! Waaa!"

the savage roared, jumping and leaping around the charcoal pile, then menacingly approached them.

Hearing the footsteps, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at Xia Yao, whose face was as white as paper with fear, and drew his sword.

"Don't go out!"

Xia Yao and Lu Bing each grabbed one of Yang Zhuihui's shoulders.

"I'm not as stupid as you think,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

As soon as they released him, Yang Zhuihui's sword was back in its sheath. He took off his robe, used the sword for support, and stretched out.

"Waaa!"

the savage shouted, throwing a spear that impaled Yang Zhuihui's robe on the tree trunk.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

Yang Zhuihui screamed in agony.

Because it was dark, the savage thought he had really hurt Yang Zhuihui and rushed over. But when he saw it was just a piece of clothing, it was too late. Lu Bing's Xiuchun knife had already swung down, cleanly severing his head.

"There are many more. We can kill one, but not all of them,"

Xia Yao said through gritted teeth.

Yang Zhuihui dragged the savage's corpse behind a tree, took off the bird feather ornament from his head, put it on his own, and said, "How about we try to confuse them?"

"No,"

Xia Yao refused resolutely. Xia Yao knew what Yang Zhuihui meant, but she would rather die than expose her breasts.

"Brother Yang, this method won't work. You don't understand their language,"

Lu Bing sighed. "It seems we can only die here. We haven't even had time to repay the Emperor's great kindness."

"I will absolutely not die here! I still have many people to protect!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Save me, please save me!"

Hearing Amur's cries, Yang Zhuihui quickly peeked out and saw Amur crawling towards them. This scene reminded Yang Zhuihui of the scene in "Ju-on" where Rika climbs down the stairs, and he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

"Amur, keep going!" As

soon as Yang Zhuihui finished speaking, a cold arrow shot less than a foot away from him, startling him so much that he quickly pulled his head back.

"I want to live, I really want to."

Amur had already climbed to the front of the tree.

"Grab the scabbard!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

Amur gripped the scabbard tightly, and Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing pulled hard, dragging him behind the tree.

Looking at Amur covered in blood, Xia Yao asked with concern, "What happened?"

Amur gasped for breath and said, "My stomach is rotting, I can't live, I want to die, I want to die."

As he spoke, Amur drew a dagger from his waist.

"Didn't you say you wanted to live?"

Xia Yao reached out to stop Amur, but Amur grabbed her by the neck, pressed a dagger against her chest, and dragged her out of the tree while laughing maniacally.

"Amur, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

"We've all been deceived by him."

Lu Bing gasped, looking at the torches that appeared on the mountain. A deafening sound came from the ground, and hundreds of savages were already standing behind Amur, chattering in a language they couldn't understand at all.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill him!"

Amur shouted.

Yang Zhuihui was about to leave when Lu Bing grabbed him, whispering, "As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn."

"No, she'll die!"

"So what if she dies? He's just a guard. I'm a favorite of the Emperor, and you're about to become one too. Why not save your life first? At worst, you can go back and apologize to Lord Xu."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui's eyes reddened. He roared and forcefully pulled Lu Bing, exposing them both to their arrows and spears.

"Damn it!"

Lu Bing cursed under his breath.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Amur sneered, "You Central Plains people are too stupid. Do you think the Taiji Khan would be so foolish as to become your Ming Dynasty's sword? Let me tell you, even if we can never return to Mongolia, we Tatars will never be your allies."

"So you mean the Taiji deceived us from the beginning?"

"That's right!"

"Yang Guo, we can still escape,"

Lu Bing whispered.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Lu Bing and took a step forward, shouting, "If that's the case, you should have killed us back in Guangningwei!" (

Chapter 138, May 26th, Attack)

Exhausted from the bumpy ride, Xia Yao used Yang Zhuihui's shoulder to jump to the ground. She gave Lu Bing a hostile look before finding a clean spot to sit down.

"Do you all have enough rations?"

Lu Bing asked.

"We can last for two more days,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"Alright, let's camp here tonight. I'll go find some firewood."

"No!"

Amur quickly objected, saying, "The Jurchen savages often hunt in these mountains. A fire will attract their attention, and we might become their food."

"But if we don't light a fire, we're worried about wild animals attacking us in this deep wilderness."

Before they could offer their opinions, Lu Bing had already tied up the horses and walked alone to the left.

"Amur, find some grass for the horses,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"Okay."

Amur seemed a little frightened, looking at the world about to be swallowed by the night. He swallowed several times before quietly walking away.

Unlike Yang Zhuihui and his group, Amur, who lived in Guangningwei, knew the cannibalism of the Jurchen people by heart. He had told them about it at least ten times along the way, constantly urging them to turn back before it was too late. But how could Yang Zhuihui, burdened with the emperor's orders, back down at the last minute? If he did, he would definitely be beheaded by that tyrannical emperor upon returning, and might even face the extermination of his entire family, including Guo Fu and Huang Rong.

"Why didn't you let me kill him last time?"

Xia Yao asked coldly.

Yang Zhuihui chewed on a twig and said, "I've told you the reason at least five times. Even if we were to kill him, we had to wait until things were settled here before we went back. Besides, after traveling together for so long, I think Lu Bing is a pretty good person."

"Then who will be held responsible for my whole family's death?"

Xia Yao retorted angrily.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke. Don't think about it now."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Xia Yao into his arms and affectionately stroked her hair.

"I really like the feeling of you holding me. Maybe I really can't live without you,"

Xia Yao murmured.

“Me too.”

In Yang Zhuihui’s eyes, Xia Yao was a woman who appeared strong on the outside but was fragile on the inside. To avenge her family, she could disguise herself as a man and follow the old fox Xu Jie. Even when Xu Jie betrayed her, she didn’t care—that was so-called blind loyalty. Yet, she cared deeply about herself, afraid of losing herself but also unwilling to share herself with other women, wavering between possession and sharing—that was so-called selfishness.

Regardless, Yang Zhuihui didn’t want Xia Yao to constantly talk about hatred. He somewhat hoped she could be as carefree as Shi Le, but was that possible?

Hearing footsteps, the two separated.

“If it’s cold, we can definitely hug each other,”

Lu Bing laughed.

“Are we really going to light a fire?”

Yang Zhuihui asked, getting up.

Lu Bing tossed the firewood on the ground, patted the ash off his hands, and said, "Lighting a fire might attract Jurchen attacks, but not lighting one risks wild animal attacks. It's getting dark, so the Jurchens shouldn't be around. I agree to light a fire. What about you?"

"Okay."

Soon, the fire was lit, and the four of them chatted and ate their dry rations around it.

Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing chatted happily, but Xia Yao kept a cold expression, while Amur looked around fearfully, afraid that a Jurchen or wild animal might suddenly pounce.

After 7 PM, the firewood was running low, so Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao went to gather more.

On their way back, Yang Zhuihui suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Yao asked.

Yang Zhuihui made a shushing gesture and looked seriously to his left.

*Pfft!

* He let out a loud fart and exclaimed, "That felt so good!"

"Crazy!"

Xia Yao cursed and walked away.

"Hmm?"

Yang Zhuihui seemed to have heard a sound. Looking at the dark, dense forest to his right, he quickly followed Xia Yao, hoping it was just his imagination.

It was just past midnight, and they were short of firewood again.

"We need to go find some more,"

Lu Bing said, standing up.

"I'll go, otherwise I'll feel embarrassed,"

Amur volunteered.

"Okay, let's go together."

After they left, Xia Yao muttered, "I really can't stand Lu Bing."

"Didn't you used to dislike me too?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"That's different."

"It is different indeed."

Yang Zhuihui stretched and said, "It's been a long time since I've been this close to nature. I hope I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

"Ah!"

Amur's screams echoed, and Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao grabbed their weapons and ran towards the sound.

"What happened?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

At this moment, Lu Bing was holding the Xiuchun Blade. The moonlight shining on the blade was slightly dazzling. Seeing Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao, Lu Bing sheathed his blade and said, "I hadn't even separated from Amur when I heard his screams. I ran here, and all I saw was a pool of blood. I didn't see anyone else."

"You didn't kill him, did you?"

Xia Yao teased.

"Guard Xia, even if you gave me a hundred thousand reasons, I couldn't find a motive to kill Amur."

After a pause, Lu Bing continued, "It doesn't seem to be the work of a wild beast. It's very likely a Jurchen."

Yang Zhuihui, seemingly sensing the approaching death, gripped his sword hilt tightly.

"We can't stay here. We have to leave immediately,"

Xia Yao said.

"We can't go back. We were able to safely cross the swamp with Amur's guidance. Now, a hasty retreat will only lead to our deaths."

Lu Bing analyzed, "Since we can confirm it's a Jurchen, we just need to extinguish the fire and hide in the shadows."

"No need. I have a better plan."

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui told them his plan.

After listening, Lu Bing and Xia Yao both agreed, then retreated to the fire, extinguished the flames, leaving only some glowing embers. The three of them then hid among several large, bare trees nearby, holding their breath and watching the direction of the fire.

A quarter of an hour later, a faint sound came from ahead.

Suddenly, a dark figure landed in front of the embers, frantically poking at them with a spear.

Using the sparks from the embers, they finally saw clearly a man with a tiger skin around his waist, wielding a black spear, his body covered in strange runes, and shouting incoherently.

"It's a savage,"

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard.

"Waaah!"

The savage suddenly looked this way and slowly approached.

"Just one, let me handle it."

With that, Yang Zhuihui stepped forward, about to draw his dragon-carved sword.

*Whoosh!

* A cold arrow pierced Yang Zhuihui's sleeve, startling him so much that he stumbled back several steps and quickly hid behind a tree.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

Cold arrows rained down like a storm, at least two hundred of them stuck in the bare tree ahead. The three people hiding behind the tree didn't dare to breathe.

"Waaaa! Waaaa! Waaaa!"

the savage roared, jumping and leaping around the charcoal pile, then aggressively approached them.

Hearing the footsteps, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at Xia Yao, whose face was as white as paper, and drew his sword.

"Don't go out!"

Xia Yao and Lu Bing each grabbed one of Yang Zhuihui's shoulders.

"I'm not as stupid as you think,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

As soon as they released him, Yang Zhuihui's sword was back in its sheath. He took off his robe, used the sword for support, and stretched out.

"Waaah!"

the savage cried, throwing his spear and embedding Yang Zhuihui's robe into a tree trunk.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

Yang Zhuihui screamed in agony.

Because it was dark, the savage thought he had really hurt Yang Zhuihui and rushed over. But when he saw it was just a piece of clothing, it was too late. Lu Bing's Xiuchun knife had already swung down, cleanly severing his head.

"There are still many. We can kill one, but not all of them,"

Xia Yao said through gritted teeth.

Yang Zhuihui dragged the savage's corpse behind a tree, took off the bird feather ornament from his head, put it on his own head, and said, "How about we try to confuse them?"

"No."

Xia Yao refused resolutely. Of course, Xia Yao knew what Yang Zhuihui meant, but she would rather die than expose her breasts.

"Brother Yang, this method won't work. You don't know their language,"

Lu Bing sighed. "It seems we can only die here. We haven't even had time to repay the Emperor's great kindness."

"I will absolutely not die here! I still have many people to protect!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Save me, please save me!"

Hearing Amur's cries, Yang Zhuihui quickly peeked out and saw Amur crawling towards them. This scene reminded Yang Zhuihui of the scene in "Ju-on" where Rika climbs down the stairs, and he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

"Amur, keep going!" As

soon as Yang Zhuihui finished speaking, a cold arrow shot less than a foot away from him, startling him so much that he quickly pulled his head back.

"I want to live, I really want to."

Amur had already climbed to the front of the tree.

"Grab the scabbard!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

Amur gripped the scabbard tightly, and Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing pulled hard, dragging him behind the tree.

Looking at Amur covered in blood, Xia Yao asked with concern, "What happened?"

Amur gasped for breath and said, "My stomach is rotting, I can't live, I want to die, I want to die."

As he spoke, Amur drew a dagger from his waist.

"Didn't you say you wanted to live?"

Xia Yao reached out to stop Amur, but Amur grabbed her by the neck, pressed a dagger against her chest, and dragged her out of the tree while laughing maniacally.

"Amur, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

"We've all been deceived by him."

Lu Bing gasped, looking at the torches that appeared on the mountain. A deafening sound came from the ground, and hundreds of savages were already standing behind Amur, chattering in a language they couldn't understand at all.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill him!"

Amur shouted.

Yang Zhuihui was about to leave when Lu Bing grabbed him, whispering, "As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn."

"No, she'll die!"

"So what if she dies? He's just a guard. I'm a favorite of the Emperor, and you're about to become one too. Why not save your life first? At worst, you can go back and apologize to Lord Xu."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui's eyes reddened. He roared and forcefully pulled Lu Bing, exposing them both to their arrows and spears.

"Damn it!"

Lu Bing cursed under his breath.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Amur sneered, "You Central Plains people are too stupid. Do you think the Taiji Khan would be so foolish as to become your Ming Dynasty's sword? Let me tell you, even if we can never return to Mongolia, we Tatars will never be your allies."

"So you mean the Taiji deceived us from the beginning?"

"That's right!"

"Yang Guo, we can still escape,"

Lu Bing whispered.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Lu Bing, took a step forward, and shouted, "If that's the case, you should have killed us back in Guangningwei!"

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