[Fantasy] The Beauty's Tribulation (Complete) - 16-18

After dinner

, the two men quickly bathed and washed, then wrapped Pei Xiaolei tightly in a large cloak, held her in their arms, and strode back to her room.

Ruomei smiled and opened the door for them, then discreetly withdrew after leading them inside, considerately closing the door behind them.

The room was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the frigid outside, like winter versus summer. The two windows were tightly sealed, with only a small ventilation window at the top open. The earthen bed in the room was heated, covered with a cotton quilt, and felt cozy to sit on. Next to the earthen bed was a pearwood cabinet with a small stove on it, warming a pot of wine. Some clean clothes were laid out on a large stool under the cabinet, and next to two neatly arranged sets of clothes was a military armor folded up.

Neng Shang glanced at the furnishings in the room, his fox-like eyes flashing. He lowered his head and nuzzled the woman in his arms, chuckling mischievously, "That girl Ruomei is quite clever!"

Pei Xiaolei snuggled closer to him, burying her flushed face in his cloak, both amused and exasperated. Sometimes, she really didn't know what to say about her personal maid.

Neng Shang placed Pei Xiaolei on the bed, and the cloak slid down, revealing a silk undergarment. The thin garment clung to her shapely figure, exuding sexiness.

"Shang!" she called out coquettishly, nudging the man staring at her in a daze.

"Xiaolei, you're so beautiful!" He stroked her cheek with his long fingers, sighing softly.

With a "pfft," Pei Xiaolei laughed, grabbing his large hands and saying, "You've said that so many times! I'm sick of hearing it!"

"Really? You're sick of it? Where are the calluses? Let me see!" With that, Neng Shang moved closer to Pei Xiaolei with a curious look. Pei Xiaolei, seeing his mischievous expression, smiled broadly but shrank back timidly, crying out, "It's gone! Don't come any closer!"

"How could it be gone so quickly! Xiaolei, come here, let your third senior brother see!" Neng Shang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his fox-like eyes darting towards Pei Xiaolei.

"No, it's really gone! Don't come any closer!" Pei Xiaolei, the poor little rabbit, retreated more and more frantically, her cries growing more urgent, but her smile only intensified.

"Oh..." A long, drawn-out sound came, and the big bad wolf stopped his attack, pursing his lips in a regretful tone, "Really?"

"Really!" Pei Xiaolei nodded vigorously, her tone very certain. Now, this poor little white rabbit was pressed tightly against the wall, the huge bed completely blocked from her. Unfortunately, her

confident words failed to persuade her third senior brother, this cunning big bad wolf. That excessively handsome wolf, with his fox-like eyes narrowed and his gaze dazzling, continued to advance step by step, seemingly determined to devour her completely today.

With nowhere to run behind, the poor little white rabbit of the Pei family had no choice but to try and escape from the sides of the spacious bed. Seizing the opportunity, she ducked and dodged as the big bad wolf pounced, finding an opening on the right wing and slipping away. Her movements were incredibly agile, and her timing was perfect. Victory seemed imminent, and a bright, sunny day was just around the corner. However, her limbs weren't long enough, and her escape strides weren't as swift as the big bad wolf's.

Before the poor little white rabbit could even take a full step, she felt a sudden lightness as the big bad wolf pulled her into his arms. The struggle was too intense, and in the midst of their tug-of-war, they both tumbled onto the bed, spinning around several times before finally stopping.

"Want to play some more? Hmm?" Neng Shang pressed the mischievous girl beneath him, his hands near her ears, and asked with a half-teasing, half-threatening smile. The two, each wearing only a single layer of clothing, had their bonds loosened during the playful fight, their clothes hanging loosely on their bodies, revealing their cleavage.

"Hehehe... I'm done playing, I surrender! Great hero, please spare this humble woman!" Pei Xiaolei chuckled and pleaded beneath him, her words sounding sincere, but her expression betrayed a completely different story. Completely disregarding the high body temperature of the man pressed against her, she still recklessly flicked Neng Shang's nose, coaxing, "Third Senior Brother, we haven't seen each other for so long, we haven't had a proper chat. How about we have a long talk by candlelight tonight?"

"No, Third Senior Brother is so hungry right now, Xiaolei, let's feed it first, then we can talk slowly, hmm!" With that, Neng Shang pulled one of her hands down, placing it on his erect, massive member, coaxing her gently.

The temperature in his palm grew increasingly intense, and the erect, brown member slowly swelled and hardened. The veins on her skin bulged, as if blood were surging within them. "No!" Her face flushed, and she reflexively pulled her hand away, but Neng Shang held it firmly, his large hand enveloping her small one, showing no mercy.

"We just finished eating, and now you're doing this again? Be careful you don't overeat!" So domineering, his words carrying a double meaning, Pei Xiaolei couldn't help but subtly insult him.

"Don't worry, this lord is 'a prime minister's belly can hold a boat,' I can eat as much as I want without getting overeaten. If you don't believe me, we can try again right now!" The so-called magnanimous Neng Shang completely disregarded her little tantrum, continuing his shameless seduction. Finally, he brought his lips close to Pei Xiaolei's slightly parted red lips, quickly kissing her

once, and then, feeling it wasn't enough, he pressed his lips against hers, gently nibbling and licking. "Mmm!" Pei Xiaolei groaned softly, twisting her head, trying to avoid his ticklish, teasing kiss.

"Ugh..." Neng Shang suddenly frowned and let out a muffled groan.

Pei Xiaolei was startled and quickly released her grip on his manhood. She was afraid she had been a little too excited by the kiss and had gripped him too tightly. Fearing she might have hurt him, she forgot her embarrassment and hurriedly asked, "Are you alright? Are you okay?"

"I'm hurt!" Neng Shang lowered his head, looking at her with a hurt expression, his fox-like eyes pleading.

"Where are you hurt?" Pei Xiaolei blurted out the question reflexively, only realizing she was digging her own grave.

"Here!" Sure enough, Neng Shang pointed unceremoniously to his erect penis, righteously accusing her of his injury.

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"It, it's, perfectly fine!" Pei Xiaolei spoke cautiously.

"Internal injury!" Neng Shang said briefly.

"Then...what do you want?" Pei Xiaolei asked timidly. She was quite pathetic; once she felt she was in the wrong, her innocent, rabbit-like nature resurfaced.

"How about..." Neng Shang's voice suddenly lowered. He leaned close to her ear, breathed softly, and continued in a seductive tone, "You, kiss it!" Without waiting for her reaction, he rolled over and lay down beside her, limbs spread wide.

"I don't want to!" Hearing this, her mind went blank. She immediately jumped up from the bed and protested loudly.

Unexpectedly, the man beside her had already closed his eyes, ignoring her protests, his face showing deep sorrow and pain.

"I don't want to!" Pei Xiaolei pushed the man beside her forcefully, her voice lowering slightly.

Neng Shang's fox-like eyes remained tightly closed, still ignoring her, his brows furrowed.

"I don't want to do this!" Pei Xiaolei's voice, barely audible, came again.

...

Half an hour later.

Pei Xiaolei's voice softened, her confidence waning considerably. She leaned close to Neng Shang's ear, speaking in a pleading tone, "Um, could we... could we try a different method? This is weird!"

...

"Okay, just for a moment!" Pei Xiaolei's long eyelashes fluttered, and she secretly glanced at the man beside her. One second, two seconds, three seconds... She couldn't hold out much longer before surrendering to her third senior brother, who had been employing a policy of feigned weakness.

Neng Shang, who had been pretending not to hear, immediately narrowed his eyes, his thin lips curving upwards, a sly smile on his face.

This woman always responded better to gentleness than force.

Pei Xiaolei lowered her head, kneeling on Neng Shang's lap, staring down at the massive, brown penis before her. Her heart pounded like a drum. She swallowed hard, feeling incredibly nervous. Taking a deep breath, she bent down and reached out to lift his large, veiny member.

The moment her hand touched his penis, his body shuddered violently as if electrocuted, and he gasped sharply.

So sensitive? Pei Xiaolei was startled by his reaction, hesitated for a moment, then tightened her fingers, gently encircling it. His penis was too large for her to grasp with one hand; she could only try to rub it back and forth, shifting her position to accommodate the entire size. She tried to move it upwards, her slender fingers and delicate skin rubbing against the slightly rough, hard object in her hand. The thin skin immediately followed her movements, moving back and forth, the hardness beneath the skin growing thicker, the temperature in her palm rising, and the bulging veins becoming more clearly visible with the increased frequency of her movements.

Neng Shang raised his head, his eyes slightly narrowed, his Adam's apple bobbing gently. He looked down at her, his eyes gradually darkening, seemingly struggling to endure, yet also eagerly anticipating something.

The highs and lows of moaning often aroused desire more effectively than aphrodisiacs.

Regardless of whether the moans came from a man or a woman,

Pei Xiaolei stared at the erect penis in her hand, her heart pounding like a herd of deer. The changes in Neng Shang's body were a kind of temptation, not only making her heart race but also repeatedly stirring her hidden desire for control. An impulse surged within her, a urge to conquer him, to ravage him, to completely control his emotions.

She lowered her head, her soft, moist red lips parting slightly. Under Neng Shang's burning gaze, she took the longsword in her mouth, her tongue lightly licking its rough surface. Hmm… aside from the scent of soap from her recent bath, there was no other unpleasant odor. A slight saltiness tingled on her tongue, like licking another part of his skin.

He had just washed himself very clean.

With the large member in her mouth, she slightly raised her head, her gaze meeting Neng Shang's directly. Her large, watery eyes, framed by trembling long eyelashes, appeared innocent and pure. A faint blush graced her delicate face, a look of coquettish shyness and allure that no man could resist.

Neng Shang blushed, his face turning completely red from his neck to his ears. He had only been teasing her, thinking she would merely touch him casually, but she hadn't expected him to actually do this… He quickly turned his face away, a shyness like that of a young boy welling up inside him. Only his throat made honest "hmm hmm hmm…" sounds, a soft moan mingling with the rising tide of desire. Few

men in this world could resist such a woman's teasing, especially one as tender as the woman he cherished deep in his heart.

"Hmm, Xiao… Lei… hmm… hmm…" His voice was low and trembling, forgetting what he had intended to say, the words that slipped out were her name. For some reason, his heart was pounding, and an indescribable mix of anticipation, shyness, and pleasure surged through him. The warm, moist mouth, the nimble tongue, and the smooth, slippery texture were completely different from the tightness of the human body; it was a far more subtle sensation.

Taking it in, spitting it out, sucking, teasing… Pei Xiaolei performed each movement with extreme clumsiness. Several times, her teeth almost bit his manhood. But each mistake didn't dampen Neng Shang's spirits. After a few painful thrusts, he arched his body slightly, as if further stimulated, taking a deep breath, then squinting his eyes, humming and hawing… his expression hazy, seemingly enjoying or enduring her teasing.

How interesting… Pei Xiaolei raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looking at Neng Shang, whose brows were furrowed, face flushed, seemingly both happy and distressed. Her playful nature intensified, and she had completely abandoned her previous submissive, submissive demeanor, becoming quite intrigued.

Lowering her head, one hand supporting her body, the other holding the manhood in her mouth. The massive, saliva-covered member was now terrifyingly hot, its enormous size too large for her to grasp with one hand. Fortunately, she didn't intend to grasp it anyway. Her slender fingers traced the veins of the throbbing member downwards, soon finding two small, round balls encased in wrinkled, brown skin in her palm. She gently pinched and rubbed them with her fingertips.

"Mmm...hmm...hmm..." She had barely moved, not even having time to examine it properly, when the man beneath her seemed greatly stimulated, his back arching violently, thrusting his thick member straight into the depths of her throat.

"Cough cough cough cough..." The sudden insertion choked Pei Xiaolei badly. She immediately spat out his member, turned her head away, and coughed for a while before finally stopping.

At this moment, Neng Shang, who had been lying down, sat up, temporarily ignoring the still erect penis between his legs. He busied himself gently patting Pei Xiaolei's back, carefully soothing her, his eyes full of apology.

"Are you feeling better?" Neng Shang asked softly.

"I'm fine!" Pei Xiaolei gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, giving him a faint smile. She knew she had gone a bit too far earlier and couldn't bear to see him in pain, so she comforted the man in front of her. However, her moist eyes, red and swollen like a little rabbit's, were undeniably pitiful.

Neng Shang pulled her up. Although he had initiated the encounter and seduced her, seeing her truly lower herself to do this for him... while he... his heart swelled with emotion, and for a moment, he felt a pang of unease.

Pei Xiaolei wasn't pulled up; instead, she smiled at him, raised an eyebrow, and forcefully pulled him down, planting a kiss on his slightly pursed lips, imprinting his taste onto her own.

"I haven't had enough fun yet, so you're not allowed to stop! Hmm?" Pei Xiaolei whispered in Neng Shang's ear, her voice soft and sticky, carrying a hint of command, teasing, and domineering. Before the man could react, she placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him backward.

Neng Shang fell with the force of the movement, a slight smile playing on his lips. His sharp eyes didn't miss the mischievous, curious, and excited glint in Pei Xiaolei's eyes. He felt a sense of relief; it seemed he had worried unnecessarily.

But just as his thoughts eased, his body was stimulated again, and he suddenly kicked out, all his muscles tensing up once more. "Hmph..." Neng Shang's body trembled slightly. The source of his surging desire was once again drawn into that wet, warm embrace. He couldn't help but lift his hips slightly, trying to push himself into her mouth, yet he dared not move too much, afraid of hurting her as before. He was caught in a vortex of contradiction, caught between impulse and restraint, and could only tilt his head back, letting the desire "hum hum ha ha..." rush out of his throat, releasing it little by little.

Neng Shang's eyes were slightly narrowed, his forehead covered in sweat, but his eyes were filled with joy and pleasure.

Pei Xiaolei parted her red lips slightly and took Neng Shang into her mouth again, swallowing and spitting it out lightly a few times. She used the tip of her tongue to lightly touch the hard tip like a dragonfly skimming the water. Then, she held the thick shaft with one hand and lowered her head to peck at it again. After a few times, she felt very tired, so she simply licked it like she used to when eating ice cream cones. Unexpectedly, her nimble tongue only needed to flick, curl, and hook to make the man under her tremble again.

Pei Xiaolei knelt on Neng Shang's body, her body pressed extremely low due to the act of swallowing. Beneath her loose-fitting garment, her fair, delicate skin pressed tightly against the man's legs. His changing emotions and physical arousal were clearly transmitted to her through their intertwined skin.

It was love! So, even in this humble act, she felt none of the humiliation or rejection she had initially expected. She heard his low, husky voice, a mixture of pleasure and restraint. A feeling stirred within her: if it brought him happiness, she was willing to endure even the most humiliating things for him. It turned out that when you like someone, many things you thought were impossible become surprisingly joyful and natural.

She had already pushed him to the brink; just a little more stimulation and he would lose all control.

What would he be like then?

Pei Xiaolei thought this, a faint smile playing on her lips, her previous sentimentality extinguished by a mischievous urge.

In bed, it seemed from the very beginning that they were in a power struggle, a balance of strength. He liked to tease her, and she liked to tease him, a playful, competitive relationship, neither giving an inch, yet both finding it incredibly pleasurable.

Pei Xiaolei's soft, bright red lips descended again, swallowing and exhaling softly. Her hands, however, shifted positions; one grasped his soft, dark brown scrotum, gently kneading it in her palm, while the other rested on his inner thigh, her delicate fingertips tracing the sensitive groin, gently stroking it up and down.

"Hmph..." The man on the bed tilted his head back slightly, a short groan escaping his throat, followed by a spasm of muscle contraction.

"Enough...!" He slowly lowered his head, looking at her, his face flushed, his eyes bloodshot.

Actually, sometimes, she couldn't stand her own occasional, impulsive moments. For example, now, when she heard these words, instead of knowing when to stop, she added fuel to the fire, becoming even more aggressive. She raised her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering, her red lips slightly parted, and softly uttered five long, delicate words that were both soothing and tingling to the ear: "Enough? Really? Hmm?"

As she spoke, her thin garment, which had somehow been opened, revealed a pair of full, firm, white breasts. Coincidentally, she arched her body forward, her breasts pressing precisely against the man's large, erect desire, placing it between her breasts.

"Shang?" Seeing that the man didn't answer for a long time, Pei Xiaolei called out softly again, her eyes seemingly full of worry, yet also flashing with a hint of cunning. What's worse, her hands contradicted her words, and she played with his penis even more vigorously.

At this moment, even if Neng Shang were stupid, he would understand what this woman riding on top of him, her legs tightly clamped between him, was trying to do.

"You little rascal!" Neng Shang sat up abruptly, his previous gentlemanly demeanor vanishing, replaced by a wolfish rage as he reached out to pull the alluring woman into his arms.

What is husbandly authority? Tonight, he would teach her a lesson.

Author's Note: Finally unlocked!
Whew~~~ This story will probably make it onto JJ's locked list, and if we're lucky, it might even win an award or something~~╮(╯▽╰)╭
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PS: I don't really like women giving men oral sex, so I wasn't originally planning to include it. However, as a story with a strong sense of humor, it just feels incomplete without oral sex. So, I tried writing it in my own way!
I wonder if everyone will like this way of describing oral sex.

Nighttime Affairs (Part 2)

"Where else do you want to run to? Hmm?" Neng Shang pressed Pei Xiaolei's hands against the wall, his voice low and slightly breathless. He figured he hadn't "tried" hard enough earlier; the half-day of intimacy hadn't exhausted her much. After a short rest and dinner, she was even more energetic, escaping his arms time and time again.

As a man, he felt a little hurt in his pride!

"Not running anymore? We're not going anywhere!" Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Pei Xiaolei immediately raised her hands in surrender. What a blunder! She had clearly avoided this big bad wolf's attack, so how did she end up cornered against the wall? However, she was quick-witted; her back was pressed against a large tiger skin hanging on the wall, as tall as a person. The tiger skin was smooth and soft, and she felt quite comfortable against it.

"You silly girl!" Neng Shang, seeing her playful expression, helplessly rubbed his forehead against hers to express his displeasure.

This lowering of his head revealed a glimpse of spring.

The two had been playfully bickering, completely unaware that their undergarments were now completely undone, their fronts wide open and collars half-fallen.

Neng Shang's foxy eyes narrowed slightly; finding the clothing unsightly, he ripped off his own undergarment, then pulled Pei Xiaolei, who was leaning against the wall, into his arms. With lightning speed, he tossed another undergarment into his hand.

Before Pei Xiaolei could even express her feelings, he had her pressed back against the wall.

The two were now completely naked, pressed very close together. Having learned from his previous experience, Neng Shang was fully prepared, confident that the woman in his arms wouldn't be able to escape this time.

Pei Xiaolei's playful expression faded; she felt something pressing against her lower abdomen, burning hot. She lowered her head slightly, only to find her body suddenly going limp, her legs spread apart, and a pair of man's legs abruptly entered her, his body pressing against her, clearly intending to intrude.

Pei Xiaolei lost her balance, her hands quickly grabbing Neng Shang's neck, but unexpectedly, this action played into Neng Shang's hands.

Neng Shang slightly bent his knees, sweeping his hands to spread Pei Xiaolei's legs even wider, placing a large hand on her private parts, his slender fingers parting her vulva, gently circling and teasing the slit of her vulva. The sticky, clear fluid immediately wet his fingertips, his fox-like eyes flashing slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

"Mmm... Shang..." Pei Xiaolei moaned softly, her cheeks flushing slightly, her lower body trembling slightly, a large amount of love fluid continuously secreting as Neng Shang's fingers moved.

She knew, of course, that Neng Shang, having let her cause trouble for so long, would surely get his revenge with interest later; this sly fox never did anything that didn't benefit him.

She was completely under Neng Shang's control, with no room to resist. She could only tightly grip his shoulders, burying her head in his neck, every nerve in her body following the movement of his finger. His finger moved slowly and lightly, like a small boat gliding across the water, creating ripples that seemed to smoothly return to calm. Two fingers parted the already swollen and engorged labia, one finger probing inside. Warm, calloused fingertips sank into that moist, secret garden, gently rubbing up and down a few times until they found a protrusion. He gently rubbed it a few times, and when that protrusion became even harder and more swollen, he suddenly pressed down slightly.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei's body suddenly convulsed violently, a sharp scream escaping her throat. Her body arched, her center of gravity shifted, and she fell straight backward, her back pressed against the soft tiger skin. Her flawless, fair skin radiated a dazzling, rosy allure.

Pei Xiaolei's body was already very hot, and copious amounts of fluid gushed out, staining Neng Shang's fingers and palms, sticky and slippery, exuding a uniquely feminine fragrance. She bit her lower lip lightly, sighed, one hand on Neng Shang's shoulder, the other pulling at the tiger skin behind her. Suppressing the shyness welling up in her heart, she half-closed her eyes and slightly relaxed her body.

After a while, she felt a tremor run through her body as a slightly cool finger slipped inside. The long finger gently inserted halfway, swirling around the inner wall, then slightly pushing it out before pushing it back in. This repeated several times, but the finger still wouldn't go more than halfway in. After a while, until Pei Xiaolei couldn't resist any longer and arched her back, offering herself to his hand, he slowly pushed the rest of his finger in completely.

Pei Xiaolei sighed inwardly, knowing he was showing her tenderness. In a sense, her body was exceptionally well-proportioned. After each act of lovemaking, she could quickly regain her tightness, and after some time, when she opened up again, she was like a girl experiencing love for the first time—tight, utterly blissful. She remembered once, while bathing in the mountains, she suddenly had a fleeting thought and tried it. After that, she understood why her man always made the foreplay so long and thorough before lovemaking.

Actually, although it was sometimes a little painful at the beginning, once that initial hurdle was overcome, what followed was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Moreover, in her view, the initial slight pain didn't hinder their lovemaking; on the contrary, the intense pleasure mixed with a subtle, throbbing pain, driving her even more wild.

Her husband, she could certainly endure it.

Slowly, Neng Shang withdrew one finger, inserted two, and then gently probed again, waiting for Pei Xiaolei's body to adjust before continuing to explore deeper. He then slowly circled, scraping against the warm, moist inner walls, before slightly spreading his two fingers to stretch the wet, engorged, and reddened inner walls.

Pei Xiaolei let out a soft "humph," slightly anxious from his ministrations. Her fair legs trembled slightly, but unexpectedly, the erect penis not far in front of her seemingly unintentionally brushed against the inside of her thigh, sending a shiver of pleasure through her heart. Although her body had been aroused by Neng Shang's teasing, her own body temperature couldn't withstand the burning sensation that had just swept over her inner thighs.

She looked down and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, slightly cool. With a sigh, she lowered her head to his neck, clearly hearing the rapid rise and fall of his throat and the heavy breathing through his nose.

"Why are you enduring this so painstakingly?" Pei Xiaolei raised her head, leaned close to Neng Shang's ear, and gently bit his earlobe, speaking softly. As her voice faded, she raised one leg, hooking it around the man's waist like a water snake, pulling his hand away from her body. Her own hand deftly landed on his genitals, her fingertips moving up and down, rubbing. However, her prank didn't last long. She felt a heavy weight on her shoulders and was suddenly pushed against the wall.

"You're playing with fire!" Neng Shang stared at her, his breath hot.

"I've been playing all along!" Pei Xiaolei smiled slightly, her voice sweet, her expression innocent, yet her tone alluring.

Neng Shang's fox-like eyes darkened, his black pupils like deep pools in the night. He thrust his knees forward, pressing closer to her, his erect, burning member pressed against her private parts, not penetrating, but merely poking around the entrance a few times. Pei Xiaolei's body was already prepared; wherever his member touched, everything was slippery. He bent his knees, parted her petals, and pressed his hard member into her wetness, moving gently back and forth until his firm member, glistening with her fluids, reluctantly withdrew.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei felt a little uncomfortable, her body empty, a desire clamoring within her. Neng Shang's rude and insolent behavior was truly infuriating at this moment.

She abruptly pulled him closer, directly grasping his large, erect penis and pressing it against her already wet entrance.

Looking up, her gaze intense, she opened her mouth and bluntly said, "Love me!"

There was no reply, only the man's heavy, seemingly relieved breath. Then, she felt a sudden weight press against the wall, and his large, thick member thrust into her, quickly and forcefully. Her narrow passage couldn't withstand it; once the gates were opened, it retreated step by step, allowing him to penetrate deeply.

"Mmm..." After enduring several rapid and forceful thrusts, Pei Xiaolei finally couldn't help but moan softly, gripping Neng Shang's shoulders tightly. She felt a throbbing pain in her lower body from the intense penetration, but she knew this pain was only temporary; soon, it would be replaced by another kind of pleasure. She instinctively took a breath, relaxed her body, and transferred her strength to her lower body, subtly tightening her abdomen and contracting her vagina, swallowing him with each thrust.

Perhaps he noticed her frown, for after several deep thrusts, as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his speed slowed.

However, she wouldn't allow it.

"Mmm... Shang, don't stop, you can... faster... faster, I, hmph... can take it!" She caught her breath, then arched her body towards him, biting his shoulder with her head, her lips parting slightly as she spoke haltingly, feeling her face flush instantly, as if a fire was burning within her.

"If you can take it, that's good! Hmph..." Encouraged, Shang turned his back to her, pressing his earlobe close, and answered in a low, husky voice.

"I can... take it, um, ah... haha..." Before Pei Xiaolei could finish speaking, her lower body was violently penetrated by the man's sharp thrust. Her body leaned back, and with the impact, she was pressed even harder against the wall. When she regained her senses, she found that one of her legs had been grabbed by Neng Shang, pulled up, and hooked around his waist. With

her back pressed against the tiger skin, she had no way to retreat. Her body was slightly lifted, with only her toes touching the ground. Her entire weight had been transferred to the man in front of her without her noticing. She felt a little dazed and quickly grabbed his shoulder, afraid that she would lose her balance and fall.

But...

"Uh... haha... ah... like this... like this will... will fall... uh... um..." Soon, her other leg was also lifted, and both legs were pressed against the wall at almost a 120-degree angle. How he did it, and how she did it, were questions she no longer had time to think about as the man thrust into her again and again, hard and vigorous.

The man's ragged, heavy breathing brushed against her cheek. His slightly narrowed, fox-like eyes, flushed face, and deep, hoarse breathing, combined with his handsome face that seemed to be both in pain and pleasure, created a captivating and alluring effect. She gasped, raising a trembling hand to gently brush aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen across Neng Shang's forehead.

Startled, Neng Shang looked up slightly, his eyes filled with lust as he gazed at her.

"I love you!" she uttered, spitting out three provocative words.

Neng Shang's brow furrowed, and he replied, "I love you too!"

But those four words were immediately lost in his most direct understanding of the phrase. Originally, his movements were sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep… three parts skill and seven parts instinct were enough to drive Pei Xiaolei to the brink of ecstasy. But after hearing those three words, the man's pride and confidence immediately swelled, transforming him into a ravenous wolf, baring his teeth and grinding his jaws, determined to devour Pei Xiaolei completely!

“Ha…ha…mmm…oh…” Pei Xiaolei gasped for breath, her mind a jumbled mess, her body limp and swaying violently with each intense thrust her private parts received. The hot, moist passage greedily enveloped the man's thick member; the narrow passage, the pink, engorged inner walls, clung tightly to the hard, veiny member. With each of the man's fierce and brutal thrusts and withdrawals, the tender flesh rapidly turned outwards and inwards.

"Sizzle... sizzle..." Water and flesh pulled and collided violently, emitting a series of lewd sounds that made people blush and their hearts race.

"Mmm...hmm...ahhh...uhhh..." Filled again and again by such a large and hard male sword, their most private parts rubbing intimately together, the captivating sensation emanating from their union almost made Pei Xiaolei lose control. Her body trembled with excitement, her hands gripping the man on top of her tightly, her legs clamping tightly around Neng Shang's strong waist. Especially her two round, full breasts, now swaying violently with their lower bodies pressed together, the nipples and bright red areolas were particularly eye-catching.

After a round of fierce and rapid thrusting that seemed to flaunt itself, the allure before her eyes could not escape Neng Shang's fox-like eyes. He slowly slowed the pace of his lower body, pausing slightly. A glint flashed in his almost ink-black eyes, and he lowered his head, taking Pei Xiaolei's full breast into his mouth. He moistened the entire breast with his lubricating saliva before tightening his grip, gently taking her already erect and hard penis into his mouth. He began by gently nibbling a few times, teasing Pei Xiaolei until she felt a tingling sensation. Suddenly, his mouth tightened, and he began to suckle vigorously, like a baby, with such force that it seemed he truly wanted to taste her milk.

"Mmm...hmm...gentler...Shang, oh...it hurts...hmm..." His sucking was too forceful, causing a slight pain. This subtle feeling brought an indescribable emptiness to her heart. This conflicting emotion left Pei Xiaolei momentarily at a loss. Just then, Pei Xiaolei's buttocks were lightly slapped with a "smack!" A tingling pain shot through her buttocks, and her body jerked violently as if electrocuted. Her delicate body involuntarily thrust towards Neng Shang, pressing the large penis inserted into her vagina even deeper. The muscles deep inside her vagina twitched violently, and a sharp, visceral stimulation immediately shot through her. Her previously low breathing suddenly rose in pitch.

"Xiaolei... hum... bear with it... hum hum..." Neng Shang released her breasts with heavy breathing, lowering his head and speaking in a hoarse voice, trying to suppress his emotions.

Meanwhile, Neng Shang's red-hot, thick iron rod suddenly withdrew completely from Pei Xiaolei's body. His firm buttocks then rammed into her swollen, moist interior with rapid, forceful thrusts. The long, thick object brutally shoved into her hidden depths, penetrating her tight, wet passage with unprecedented speed and force. The force, the speed, the depth—it felt as if Pei Xiaolei's uterus was being shattered. Her dazed body felt as if it were being tortured and burning.

"Uh… good… deep… umm…" Pei Xiaolei's body trembled, writhing as she swallowed, a broken moan escaping her lips.

Seeing this, Neng Shang pursed his thin lips, and his weapon thrust even harder.

"Mmm...ah...ah...hum...ah ah ah...

ah..."

Her and his uncontrollable moans mingled in the air, the sounds of their bodies colliding, mingled with the intense scent of desire, echoing in the room, fast and slow, again and again.

Waves of climax surged from their most intimate places, sweeping wildly through her limbs, washing over her nerves.

Pei Xiaolei stared, her gaze dazed, at the sweaty man pressing against her. At that moment, all worldly worries seemed to vanish; her heart and eyes were filled only with him.

Beneath her narrow waist, Neng Shang's large, firm member was tightly enveloped in the woman's tight, moist, and hot place. The fiery heat and delicate folds felt like a thousand ants gnawing at him, an unbearable tingling and itching sensation surging from the source of his surging desire straight to his heart, having already robbed Neng Shang of all will. With each thrust, each withdrawal, each penetration, he carved his ownership into her body like a storm. With each fierce thrust, the scorching sword buried inside her swelled a little larger, from slow to fast, each wave of impact more brutal than the last, violently forcing open her tender, alluring flesh, plunging deep into her engorged inner walls.

Pei Xiaolei was initially gritting her teeth and panting, but as her body was pounded more and more violently, her panting had long since transformed into an uncontrollable, high-pitched moan.

"Ugh... ah... ah ah... oh... ah ha..." Her eyes were glazed over, and she involuntarily gripped Neng Shang's shoulders tightly, her trembling hands almost unable to hold onto his sweaty body.

"This is too exciting! This is just too exciting!"

"Hmph... Shang... a little gentler, um... ahhh..." Pei Xiaolei began to beg for mercy, her words incoherent. Her flushed face, already furrowed with the overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through her body, suddenly tightened even more. She struggled, twisting her body, her lower abdomen contracting rapidly with each breath. At this moment, her narrow passage was painfully stretched by the astonishingly large sword; she could clearly feel something gathering and brewing within her, ready to erupt at any moment.

However, just then...

"Hmm..." Neng Shang suddenly withdrew from her body, letting out a low growl like a wild beast, pressing her tightly against the wall, pressing her legs as far as possible against the tiger skin, then with a jerk of his narrow waist, he aimed at her swollen vagina and brutally thrust his penis in. He entered wildly and forcefully, almost squeezing his testicles in as well. The hot, throbbing head of his penis swept through her, plunging straight into her uterus. Several deep and vigorous thrusts ejaculated molten lava deep inside her.

"Ah..." Her body trembled, responding with a scream. The intense stimulation brought an even more frenzied sensory pleasure, wave after wave of orgasms crashing over her like a tsunami. After several spasms, her whole body trembled, her lower abdomen involuntarily contracting rapidly. The narrow passage opened and closed rapidly, swallowing and squeezing the foreign object spraying thick semen deep inside her. Every fold of her body stretched to its limit, tightly gripping the massive sword, still as hard as ever after their previous release, leaving no gap whatsoever.

Perhaps she was gripping too tightly, or perhaps he simply didn't want to leave her warm, moist bed. Half an hour later, Neng Shang, still in that position, embraced Pei Xiaolei and sat down together.

Pei Xiaolei sat on him, her upper body, flushed from lovemaking, slumped weakly against his shoulder, her full breasts pressed against Neng Shang's chest, trembling with her disordered breathing. Her burning, private parts still tightly gripped and swallowed the enormous man inside her, the slippery passage pushing against the various orifices within, the red, wrinkled walls constantly writhing, twisting, pushing, compressing, comforting herself, and pleasing him. Clearly, her body was still immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking, unable to extricate herself.

Neng Shang gently cupped Pei Xiaolei's cheeks in his hands, his dark eyes gazing intently into her dreamy eyes, looking at her with such deep affection, without saying a word. After a long while, his dark eyes closed, and he lowered his head to lightly brush her soft lips against his, a fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming the water, intimate and ambiguous.

"How can I leave you like this!" Neng Shang's voice was low, with a uniquely languid and sexy quality.

"Then you... will never leave me!" Pei Xiaolei blinked her watery eyes, the words slipping out as her face flushed. Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, her body swayed slightly, and when she looked down, she realized that she was already sitting on the man's lap, being pushed back and forth.

"Hmph... um... bad man..." she murmured, playfully punching Neng Shang's shoulder, scolding him coquettishly, while her body already honestly cooperated with the man's mischief, reflexively straightening her back, relaxing her lower body, as the man's hands on her waist circled counterclockwise.

Neng Shang's hard, enormous desire, like a red-hot iron rod, was deeply inserted into her narrow passage. Her husband's penis was already longer than most men's, and with this insertion, the sharp tip was almost touching her cervix. Such size and length were enough to drive anyone mad. Now, this iron rod was churning wildly in that narrow, wet space, exploring every nook and cranny, its net spread wide, as if unwilling to miss any scenery, leaving a mark on every spot, yet only lightly touching and stopping. This extensive rambling naturally inevitably brushed against Pei Xiaolei's G-spot, each touch sending shivers down her spine. The worst part was that her aroused desire was suppressed by Neng Shang's lukewarm, unsatisfying, and ultimately unfulfilling sexual practices.

"Hmph...Shang...don't...torture me like this anymore...mmm..." Pei Xiaolei succumbed to her desires, her slender fingers digging deeply into Neng Shang's shoulders, her delicate voice soft and gentle, her eyes fixed on the man before her, pleading pitifully. However, her body was already involuntarily rising and falling, bouncing high and low against his waist with each movement.

What she craved, what she wanted, was crystal clear.

Neng Shang's lips curved into a smile, his eyebrows slightly arched, his eyes full of laughter. He lowered his head and gave her another deep kiss on the lips, and after a while, he whispered tenderly in Pei Xiaolei's ear, who was panting from the kiss, "Tomorrow, you won't be getting out of bed!" With that, he pulled her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.

However!

Just as Pei Xiaolei thought he would pounce on her, Neng Shang pulled away from her body again. His erect penis, leaving a long strand of silvery fluid, emerged from her body, its entire shaft covered in her slippery bodily fluids. The large, swollen tip of his penis glistened with a milky white liquid, exuding a decadent allure.

As he left, Pei Xiaolei's still-open, swollen vulva slowly released a thick, white, cloudy liquid, dripping down her thighs onto the quilt.

Both of their gazes were instantly drawn to the sight before them.

Pei Xiaolei stared in surprise at the still-erect male symbol before her, while Neng Shang was captivated by the liquid emanating from her swollen, red vulva. His eyes were fixed on the place that gave him such immense happiness and pleasure, swallowing his own secretions, his heart suddenly surging with passion. His shrewd, fox-like eyes were completely shrouded in darkness, their color deepening with the overflowing turbid fluid.

He pinned her down again, leaning forward.

He longed to stay like this forever, to be with her, to melt her into his body, flesh and blood intertwined.
03-07
Night Affairs (Part 2)

"Shang, no, this...it's...uh..." Suddenly, Pei Xiaolei's body trembled, instinctively arching upwards slightly, then she looked down in alarm at the man who was now pressing his head against her wet, disheveled private parts. She pushed his shoulder forcefully, wanting to urgently persuade him, but the intermittent words were ultimately cut short by the stimulation from her private parts.

"Don't move..." The man pulled his hand away, pinning down the resisting woman.

"Ah...oh...uh..." With her hands restrained, Pei Xiaolei could only close her eyes tightly, turning her head away, not daring to look at the man who was wreaking havoc on her. But at this moment, her incredibly sensitive body faithfully told her about the man's every move.

He moved closer to Pei Xiaolei's private parts, the strong scent of their lovemaking filling his nostrils. He gazed at her still-opening, swollen vulva, smiled faintly, and lowered his head to kiss it…

“Mmm…no…this is…oh…strange!” Realizing his intention, Pei Xiaolei finally managed to finish her sentence haltingly. Her legs, unable to withstand the stimulation, tried to close, but the slightest movement was enough to be detected. Her legs were firmly pressed down by the man, instead of closing, they spread even wider, making her swollen vulva even more visible.

Pei Xiaolei struggled a few more times, but seeing it was futile, she finally closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate.

The man's tongue touched around her private parts, successfully eliciting a soft gasp from Pei Xiaolei, before probing inside. His nimble tongue circled the shallow part of her inner opening, gently probing deeper before swirling and scraping away another layer before emerging. A small pinch of thick, white fluid clung to the tip of his tongue. He slightly raised his head, his gaze lingering on the woman who had closed her eyes in endurance. His brows furrowed, and his tongue moved upwards along the entrance of her passage, as if playing a prank, or perhaps trying to hide his shame from her, burying his head in the sand like a charlatan. He reached the swollen, slightly protruding clitoris and pressed down hard with his tongue.

"Ugh...ah..." Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through her. Pei Xiaolei arched her upper body, screamed, and was immediately jolted awake. Looking down at the perpetrator, she found that the man had already passed through the soft hair on her lower body, over her abdomen, and reached her chest, their eyes meeting. She opened her mouth, about to say something, when suddenly her lips felt a warmth. The man's moist, thin lips were already on hers, and a salty substance was transferred into her mouth. The man's tongue went deep into her mouth, swirling with her fragrant tongue, the salty liquid mixing with their saliva.

"How is it? Do you like me? Do I treat you like this?" After a long and intense kiss, Neng Shang suddenly asked.

Pei Xiaolei's long eyelashes fluttered, her hazy eyes still not recovered from the passionate kiss, and she could only stare blankly at him.

"Say you like it!" Neng Shang smiled, coaxing her gently.

"I like it!" Pei Xiaolei opened her rosy lips, parroting him.

"Good girl!" Neng Shang touched her lips and praised her, feeling very happy at her obedient and silly appearance.

After a brief pause, Neng Shang suddenly rolled Pei Xiaolei over, making her lie face down on the bed. Pei Xiaolei was startled, then slowly, a hint of clarity and understanding appeared in her hazy eyes. She smiled gently, and before complying with his request, she suddenly leaned close to his earlobe, lightly biting it, and teasingly said with a hint of allure, "You're so passionate tonight!"

Upon hearing this, Neng Shang's dark, fox-like eyes flashed, and he grinned, his fingers lightly tracing her erect nipples, gently touching the tips. This caused Pei Xiaolei's heart to tremble slightly before he looked at her with a hint of frivolity and pride, praising her in return, "That's because you're so tempting!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already behind Pei Xiaolei, kneeling with her legs spread wide. Neng Shang gently pulled her legs apart, widening the distance between them.

After all that commotion, Pei Xiaolei was already exhausted, her back and waist aching. With her legs pulled like that by the man, she steeled herself and simply lay face down on the soft bed, only her round buttocks raised high. Due to the pressure, her fair buttocks swayed slightly involuntarily. This position caused a large amount of semen hidden inside Pei Xiaolei to flow continuously from her swollen, opening and closing passage. Some of the semen dripped onto the bed, while the rest clung to her inner thighs and slowly trickled down. All of this seemed so erotic and obscene.

Neng Shang was no saint. As a man, seeing his wife in such a seductive pose, his body was already aroused. His breathing was rapid and unsteady, his mind a tangled mess. His dark, fox-like eyes flickered, his throat bobbed, veins bulged on his neck, and his flushed face deepened.

"Xiao Lei, you're so...delicious!" Neng Shang exclaimed from behind Pei Xiao Lei, immediately raising his already erect penis and aiming it at that alluring little opening. With a sudden thrust, "plop," his large penis, still wet with his own semen, plunged into Pei Xiao Lei's warm, narrow passage once more.

"Hmm..." Pei Xiaolei's body trembled, her head tilted back, and a long sigh escaped her lips.

Her body swayed back and forth with the thrusts from behind. "Hmph... Ahh... Slower... a little... Shang, too fast... Slower... Ah... Ah... Hahaha..." Pei Xiaolei's lower back was pressed down by Neng Shang's palm, one of her buttocks was spread open, and the man knelt behind her on one knee, like a valiant warrior, wielding his weapon to conquer her own territory.

"Oh... Hmph... Ahhh..." Pei Xiaolei gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, crumpling them into a ball. Her rosy lips parted slightly, uttering broken, unsteady words.

This position allowed Neng Shang to penetrate her body more directly and unimpeded. His already thick and long member was now even more unrestrained, each insertion fierce and rapid, each withdrawal clean and efficient. He swirled inside her, his thick, burning penis constantly shifting angles, thrusting wildly and erratically. This completely chaotic and frenzied passion sent shivers down Pei Xiaolei's spine.

"Hmm... mmm..." Pei Xiaolei sobbed softly, tears welling in her eyes. Wave after wave of orgasms surged within her, each surge with every wild thrust of the man, tossing her to the peak of desire.

Then!

"Oh..." After a series of rapid thrusts, the thrusting in her buttocks suddenly stopped. Pei Xiaolei shuddered, secretly relieved, thinking that this passionate night was over.

However, she had greatly underestimated this man who had been celibate for over half a year.

She felt a warmth on her lower back, and she was pulled up from the bed by Neng Shang, the two of them standing, one in front of the other. This sudden, dramatic movement startled Pei Xiaolei. After a gasp, she realized that, except for her toes slightly resting on Neng Shang's feet, she was practically pressed against him. Most embarrassingly, besides her private parts still containing his large penis, her upper body instinctively arched back slightly, her full, high breasts swaying gently from side to side, and her flat, white abdomen rising and falling with her disordered breathing. A sparse layer of soft, wet hair covered her lower abdomen, and her thick, swollen vulva was slightly parted, its smooth, moist surface glistening under the light. A large amount of clear or milky-white love fluid slowly overflowed from this point of union, exuding a strong scent of desire.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei couldn't help but let out a soft moan, then bit her lower lip to prevent herself from losing control. However, at this moment, a muffled groan, neither clearly of pain nor pleasure, came from behind her. His heavy breathing brushed against her neck. Unlike the previous horizontal penetration, this time, Neng Shang, while embracing Pei Xiaolei, bent his knees, lowered his body, and spread Pei Xiaolei's legs from behind, creating an inverted V-shape. His hard, thick penis was perpendicular to her private parts.

Feeling a large amount of fluid dripping from Pei Xiaolei's body, Neng Shang frowned, took a deep breath, gently adjusted his position, and slowly moved. In this position, an ordinary person would feel that penetration wasn't deep enough, lacking some of the pleasure of intimacy, but for someone with a much longer penis than average, it was completely unaffected. Moreover, this position, which seemed to be lifting Pei Xiaolei, further satisfied his masculine vanity.

Neng Shang moved very slowly, teasing the woman on top of him with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. His idle hands, however, became restless. One hand grasped Pei Xiaolei's high, firm breasts, kneading them wantonly. The other hand covered Pei Xiaolei's wet genitals, its fingers slipping through the soft pubic hair, parting the thick flesh, and gently probing the sensitive, warm area with slightly bent fingers.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei's body trembled, twisting uncomfortably, reaching out to stop this crazed man.

But before she could move, Neng Shang was already one step ahead, thrusting in and out rapidly with a thrust of his hips. One hand pressed against her breast, the other hooked her private parts, each insertion so forceful, as if the thick male sword piercing her body could lift up all her happiness.

"Ah...mmm...Shang...slower...a little...hmm..." It was too crazy, Pei Xiaolei immediately screamed, somewhat at a loss. However, her body was more honest and greedy than her nearly out-of-control thoughts. Her wet, secret passage clenched and unclenched incessantly, like a long-coveted delicacy, eagerly and meticulously biting into its mouth, refusing to turn away even slightly.

"Shh..." A hoarse voice came from behind her ear, melodious and ambiguous, "I will love you well—!" With that, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. With a soft "swoosh," his thick, long penis forcefully penetrated her tight, tender passage, the tip of the penis thrusting in all the way to the very end.

"Uh...hmm hmm hmm..." Feeling the thick, long thing inside her still expanding and lengthening little by little, Pei Xiaolei twisted her body restlessly, seemingly seeking release, but more like a reluctant acceptance. Each twist of her body stimulated Neng Shang's already aroused and fragile nerves even more intensely. A few suppressed and indistinct moans occasionally escaped from her rolling throat. A few strands of sweaty black hair clung to his forehead and cheeks, and his handsome face was filled with a confused, excited, and pleasurable expression.

"Xiaolei..." he suddenly called her name, and his fingers, which were on her vulva, suddenly pressed down, pressing on her sensitive and tender clitoris. He rubbed it with his fingertip and then pressed down hard.

"Ah..." A short scream, a sharp, tingling electric current surged through her, and Pei Xiaolei's body arched and she jumped up, reflexively trying to escape. However, her waist tightened, and Neng Shang's large hand gripped her firmly, making her unable to move.

"Hmph...hmph...hmph...um...haha..." Broken sounds, high and low, escaped from Pei Xiaolei's slightly open mouth. Her legs were stretched wide apart, and Neng Shang's arm reached around her back, slowly raising one of her legs. The man's long arm bent over her knee, his large hand perfectly covering her breast. His other hand did the opposite, moving from front to back, four fingers gripping around her vulva, pressing against her vulva, his middle finger rubbing and kneading the sensitive, slightly protruding clitoris. With

a "pop," Neng Shang suddenly withdrew from her body, his swollen, engorged, hot, serpentine tip pressing against the entrance, gently sliding. A large amount of thick, turbid fluid immediately gushed from the wide-open passage, dripping onto the glans, and onto the bed along the bulging veins of his thick penis.

"I love you! Pei Xiaolei, I really love you, I love you so much!" he suddenly said gently. Without waiting for Pei Xiaolei's response, his slap in front of him suddenly pressed back forcefully. His strong, narrow waist thrust against her slightly parted entrance with lightning speed, a fierce thrust piercing through the narrow inner walls, reaching the very core, and crashing into that sensitive spot.

"Uh..." A rapid, long sound escaped Pei Xiaolei's throat. Her body was thrown forward by the violent force from behind, but the large hand pressing on her chest and the five fingers pressing on her private parts, one above and one below, not only bound her with no way to retreat, but also moved up and down, kneading her nipples and rubbing her swollen clitoris even more frantically and rapidly, pushing her backward.

"Ugh... Waaah... Waaah... Stop... Stop... Ugh... I... Ah... I... Can't... anymore... Ugh... Haha... Ha..." Pei Xiaolei's eyes were glazed over, her words slurred as waves of pleasure washed over her body, tearing at her nerves. From her hair to her toes, every cell in her body trembled in this deadly pleasure, her taut flesh convulsing violently. The center of stimulation spasmed rapidly, the inner walls of her passage contracting and relaxing rapidly, tightly gripping the thick, muscular male member, tightening its grip little by little, as if to strangle this thing that had invaded her body and disrupted her tranquil state.

The sounds of flesh colliding, "crackling... crackling..." came in rapid succession. Pei Xiaolei's moans rose and fell, but whether it was her ambiguous panting or her continuous pleas, they deeply stimulated Neng Shang.

Her body was tightly contracted, and each time he thrust in, drenched in sweat, it felt like he was trying to squeeze into a deep, narrow chamber. The confined space around him pushed against him, even causing his thin, sensitive manhood to ache slightly, but with each deeper penetration, he felt a surge of soul-stirring pleasure.

"Hmph... um... um..." Accompanying each violent thrust was Neng Shang's muffled, heavy breathing and the beast-like roars from his throat.

"Xiaolei...Xiaolei...Xiaolei..." Suddenly, Neng Shang began calling her name urgently, his lower body thrusting rapidly, each thrust more forceful and wild than the last. His fingers pressed against Pei Xiaolei's clitoris, rubbing and squeezing the hard, protruding point, while his other finger probed other sensitive, wet areas of her vulva.

"Uh...hmm...no...no...uh...haha...stop...ahhh..." No woman could withstand such stimulation. Pei Xiaolei's gaze glazed over, tears welling in her eyes. Her slightly parted red lips trembled as she begged for mercy, unable to utter coherent sentences. However, her desperate plea clearly garnered no sympathy from Neng Shang. Her moans and sobs only acted as a catalyst, further stimulating his hormones. Neng Shang's movements not only didn't cease, but became even more vigorous and unrestrained.

"Ah..." Finally, amidst the waves of indescribable, ultimate pleasure, a high-pitched, short moan escaped her throat. Pei Xiaolei's trembling body arched violently upwards, her back arching backwards, and a stream of clear, odorless heat gushed from her private parts, soaking Neng Shang's palm.

"Hmph...hmph...hmph..." Pei Xiaolei gasped for breath, her eyes bloodshot, her face flushed, her whole body convulsing, every muscle trembling. Yet, even after this almost fatally intense orgasm, Neng Shang didn't let her go. As she ejaculated, his large, thick penis forcefully thrust into her body, forcefully breaking through layers of barriers and penetrating deep into her uterus, scattering his hot seed deep within her.

"Ah..."

"Oh..."

Two uncontrollable moans overlapped, their heavy scents mingling in the narrow room, dragging them step by step into a vortex of lust. Occasionally, a few moans and low gasps, indistinguishable as pain or pleasure, would escape their lips, further intoxicating them. She tightened her grip on her inner opening, while he thrust forcefully. Her heart pounded like a drum, almost leaping out of her chest, while he panted heavily, his muscles taut and hard, his forehead and cheeks covered in sweat, his eyes and brows filled with pleasure.

He thrust repeatedly, ejaculating his thick, hot semen deep into her womb; she gasped, unable to withstand the stimulation any longer, her clear fluid mingling with his, repeatedly wetting his large hand.

(The following is from God's perspective!)

The night was heavy and dark, the vast sky filled with clouds, devoid of stars or moon.

The most suitable thing is—"exercise."

Of course, we advocate moderate "exercise," not the kind of unrestrained indulgence and lack of self-control that the male and female protagonists in this article exhibit.

(The crowd is furious, fists clenched, knives sharpened!)

What, you disagree?

(Someone, grinning and acting calm, raises a water glass.)

Everyone, don't be impatient. Let me have a sip of water, eat a bun, catch my breath, and finish explaining my reasoning. Oh dear… don't throw shoes around! Ah, be careful… don't throw men's clothes… protesting violence, calling for civilization… help… running away with head in hands…

cough cough cough… Okay, to show the public opinion, let's rewind and continue watching this unrestrained "exercise.

" …

"Huff… huff huff…" Pei Xiaolei held her head high, still breathing softly. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, pupils dilated, her beautiful eyes unfocused. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her chest heaving, and her lower abdomen twitching. The man's desire had receded from her body, but hadn't completely withdrawn; his thick, long sword still lay between her legs, positioned before her wet passage. A large amount of milky-white fluid gushed from her private parts, mixing with the clear liquid from his own penis, meandering down her inner thighs before dripping onto the thick quilt. Some of the fluid landed on the man's thick member, circling his slippery skin, or sliding along the lines of his penis onto his slightly damp thighs, or simply falling onto the bed.

Her arms went limp, her limbs leaning weakly against Neng Shang, like a delicate, boneless rag doll.

Neng Shang wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly to prevent her from falling, his head resting on the back of Pei Xiaolei's neck, his breathing heavy. His body was also trembling slightly, his reddened muscles covered in a dense layer of sweat.

After a while, once their emotions had calmed down, Neng Shang slowly turned Pei Xiaolei over so she was facing him. Pei Xiaolei was exhausted and had her eyes closed, only a few tears still clinging to her long eyelashes from the passion. Neng Shang lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her eye. Realizing he had been too greedy and forceful that night, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've made you suffer!"

Pei Xiaolei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her dazed eyes were exceptionally gentle and alluring. She gazed at him for a long time before smiling softly and whispering, "Shang, I love you!

I love you, so I'm willing to suffer like this, and I do it willingly. "

"I love you too!" Her response was a lingering, passionate kiss, unlike the previous deep kisses filled with intense desire. This kiss was filled with intimacy, tenderness, and overwhelming joy…

Author's Note: Although this is a long-awaited gift, I wrote nearly 20,000 words of H content in one go!
(Looking up at CJ at a 45-degree angle~~~)
I really am a big, pervert!
o(≥﹏≤)o
But~ uh~ um~~~ I still hope~~~ everyone~~~ will like it~~~~ (///, running away covering face…)

ps: The next chapter will start the plot. Pei Xiaolei,

one of the Twelfth Dark Guards

, woke up from her sleep. She vaguely heard some sounds, opened her eyes, and touched the warm blankets beside her, but the man who had tormented her all night was gone. Her heart pounded, and she quickly looked around. Not far from the bed, a familiar figure was dressing. The hard armor looked particularly cold in the flickering candlelight. She propped herself up, her body aching, and silently watched him. From a young age, she knew that among her four fellow disciples, besides the eldest, the third brother had spent the most time in the army; battles were commonplace for him.

However, she had never seen him in such full armor before.

As he dressed, Neng Shang seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned to look at her, then quickly walked to her, pulling the blanket that had fallen from her shoulder, covering the woman, whose exposed skin was now fully covered.

"Why are you up so early? Did I wake you?" he asked softly.

She shook her head and smiled gently, "No! I woke up naturally. I guess I've been sleeping too much these days!"

Neng Shang looked down and saw the red marks he had left on her exposed neck. His eyes warmed, and a faint smile appeared in his fox-like eyes. He sat down beside her, picked up a cotton-padded coat and put it on her. Then, as if to scare her from being cold, he wrapped her in a quilt, finally making her look like a May rice dumpling. He then teased her in a playful manner, "I've been working hard all night, but you're still so energetic, my lady. It seems you're implying that I wasn't energetic enough last night!"

Pei Xiaolei's face flushed red. She reached out and, somewhat amused and exasperated, playfully punched the man who was taking advantage of her. In a soft voice, tinged with feigned anger, she said, "You... you're just talking nonsense!" Really, how could he not have been energetic enough? Even now, her lower body was still numb and throbbing, and she couldn't even close her legs.

Seeing this, Neng Shang chuckled softly again, gently kissed her rosy cheek, and held her close, murmuring intimate words that made her blush and her heart race. After whispering sweet nothings in her ear for a while, he said reluctantly, "It's getting late, I should get going!"

"What time is it now?" Pei Xiaolei snapped out of her sweet reverie, looked up at the window, and saw that it was still pitch black outside, so she couldn't tell what time it was.

"It's Yin Shi (3:00 to 5:00 AM Beijing time)! You should rest a little longer, it's still early!" Neng Shang replied, brushing her loose hair.

"No, I want to stay with you a little longer!" She stubbornly shook her head, reluctantly reaching out to tug at his sleeve, only to find that one of his wristbands was not yet fastened. She looked up at him and smiled, "Let me help you!"

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Madam!" Neng Shang narrowed his foxy eyes and immediately offered his hands to her without any hesitation.

In the early hours of the morning, the night was deep, and the candlelight that had burned all night was dim. Pei Xiaolei lowered her head, intently watching the wrist guard on the man's hand. Her slender fingers threaded the string through the holes in the guard, securing the leather wrist guard firmly to his wrist.

Neng Shang didn't speak, only gazing at her intently.

Pei Xiaolei threaded the last string through the hole and tied a knot, but didn't let go. Instead, she tightly grasped his large hands with both of hers, looked up at him, her beautiful eyes shimmering with something, as if something was dancing within them. Suddenly, she threw herself into his arms like a child, clinging to him tightly like an octopus, and murmured, "Swords have no eyes, you must remember to be careful in everything you do, come back soon, don't make me worry!" Her words were slow and soft, secretly omitting the second half of her sentence, "Never be like Second Senior Brother."

"Hehe... Don't worry, I will definitely get Luoxiang and return victorious. You stay here and wait for my good news!" Neng Shang was taken aback, unaware of her worries. He was flattered and hugged her tightly, feeling as sweet as honey. He was really happy that she was so clingy.

Pei Xiaolei buried her face in his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him.

After a while, Pei Xiaolei slowly loosened her arms around Neng Shang, and soft breathing came. Neng Shang looked down and saw that the woman in his arms had fallen asleep. He looked at the faint dark circles under her eyes and her still slightly swollen lips, and gently shook his head. This woman, even though she was so tired, was still putting on a brave face in front of him. He

quietly kissed her slightly parted soft lips, and then licked them again, still wanting more.

"Wait for me!"

****I am CJ's dividing line******CJ's height******CJ's appearance******Always CJ, forever CJ*****

Pei Xiaolei woke up again; it was already noon. The windows, sealed the night before, had been opened, and the sun was high in the sky, shining brightly, making the room warm and cozy.

Ruomei, who was busy with something inside, came over with a smile to serve her as soon as she saw her wake up.

As Pei Xiaolei got up and took her first step, she felt a sudden ache in her waist and her legs went weak. She was unsteady on her feet and swayed slightly to the side. Ruomei, who was serving her, quickly steadied her.

"Miss, be careful!"

"Help me to a chair to sit for a while!" Pei Xiaolei instructed in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Yes, Miss!" Ruomei replied, her lips pursed, but her voice was light and cheerful.

Pei Xiaolei glanced at her increasingly audacious personal maid and scolded, "Are you still laughing? If you keep laughing, your mouth will be hooked up to your ears!"

Ruomei, having gotten a good feel for Pei Xiaolei's personality these past few days, wasn't flustered by her mistress's blatant pointing. Instead of restraining herself, she winked at her even more playfully, teasingly saying, "Actually, even if my mouth were hooked up to my head right now, it wouldn't matter. I'm just so happy thinking about the little young lady and little young master who will be born soon!"

Little young lady and little young master? Pei Xiaolei paused, then ignored Ruomei. Subconsciously, she lowered her head, placing her hands on her lower abdomen, and pondered a question she had never considered before: with such frequent and intense lovemaking, perhaps there really was a little life growing inside her.

A child? Four men's images flashed through her mind. She smiled gently, wondering if they would prefer boys or girls.

Nothing was even close to being settled yet. Pei Xiaolei couldn't stand Ruomei's beaming face, as if she were already six months pregnant and about to give birth. Annoyed, she changed the subject, asking, "Where's Second Senior Brother?"

"Second Young Master is still sleeping. Lin De has been watching over him! Don't worry!" Ruomei knew her daughter was shy and didn't dare to continue. She answered softly while carefully doing her hair and makeup.

"I'll go see him!" Pei Xiaolei stood up, then sat down again after a moment, saying, "Ruomei, go prepare the water. I need to bathe first!"

Ruomei nodded knowingly and withdrew. As she left, she made sure to close the door behind her, concealing the lingering scent of her mistress.

After bathing, changing, and having lunch, it was already late afternoon! After tidying herself up, Pei Xiaolei felt much better, both mentally and physically, and took small steps to see the skilled doctor.

Lin De saw her enter, quickly bowed, and withdrew.

Neng Shang was still asleep; his previously pale face had regained some color. She sat by his bedside and began to give his hands and feet a simple physical massage. This was originally Lin De's job, but after she recovered her health a few days ago, she took over. In the first few days, every time she touched her second senior brother's thin, withered limbs, her heart ached. Alone at night, whenever she thought of him, tears would involuntarily stream down her face. Back

in the manor, when she was still plagued by illness, she would often sleep for three to five days at a time. Every time she woke up, the first thing she saw was her second senior brother. Sometimes, she would wake up in the middle of the night and look at him leaning back in his chair, his chin stubble tufted, his face weary, and she would always feel uneasy. At that time, it wasn't love, but simply the feeling that her own body was too much of a burden to him. Secretly, she had thought to herself, "If only I could just sleep like this and never wake up again." She

never thought her thoughts were selfish before. Day by day, she gradually distanced herself from those around her, always thinking it was for their own good, always thinking that if she were to leave, they wouldn't be too heartbroken.

Until today, everything has changed. Now, her beloved lies in bed, badly injured, suffering terribly from illness, and she can only watch helplessly. The piercing, heart-wrenching pain is indescribable to anyone else. Thinking of others and herself, she finally understands how cruel it was to have driven them away one by one. She

tucked her arms back into the covers, gently pressing the edge of the blanket, and quietly gazed at him. Zeng Hengzi had said before he left that he would wake up in a few days, but time passed day by day, and days after days, yet he still showed no sign of waking.

Her heart slowly began to race.

"Second Senior Brother!" she gently stroked his thin, sunken cheek, calling softly, "Shall I read to you?" His eyelashes

fluttered slightly, but his eyes remained tightly closed.

Pei Xiaolei's lips curved into an unnatural smile, taking the slight tremor in his brow as agreement. She picked up the book beside the bed and turned to the page she had previously folded. A clear,

cold voice echoed in the room, word by word, sentence by sentence, line by line, paragraph by paragraph…

Her master had told her to spend more time talking to her second senior brother, saying it would stimulate his nerves and be good for his mind. From then on, she always remembered to talk to him, no matter how busy she was, or read to him.

*Drip…plop…* A large tear fell onto the page, silently melting.

She lowered her head, sniffed, and covered her mouth and nose tightly with her hand, trying to stifle her sobs.

There was a saying that had been passed down since her grandmaster said that resting in sleep would be beneficial for her second senior brother's recovery. She had never dared to say it to him by his bedside, afraid that he would hear it and disturb his rest. But actually, she really wanted, really wanted him to open his eyes and look at her, even just for a moment!

What should she do?

The sun set in the west, its red glow fading, and the day passed just like that.

Lin De called out from outside the door, and after receiving Pei Xiaolei's permission, he opened the half-closed door and brought in two large bowls of medicine.

Pei Xiaolei put down the book she had been reading for a while, turned and helped Shan Yi sit up, propping him up against the bed rail with pillows. She naturally took the medicine from Lin De, sat on the edge of the bed, and fed Shan Yi small spoonfuls of medicine into his half-open mouth. Some medicine dripped down the corners of his mouth, which she quickly wiped clean with a handkerchief.

Lin De took a step closer, intending to help, but just then he saw Ruomei bring in dinner. After putting down the food, she stood by the side, showing no intention of helping.

He sighed inwardly again, thinking, "Ruomei, this first-class maid, really has such a high opinion of herself.

" "Miss, please let me do it!" Lin De, knowing he didn't have Ruomei's status, couldn't help but persuade her after thinking it over.

These past few days, he, a servant and the second young master's personal attendant, had done nothing but stand by and watch the young lady, who was usually pampered and cherished by the elders and young masters, busy doing what should have been his work. He felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat. Heavens! He knew perfectly well that this was the head of the most prestigious manor in the land, his master, and now she dared to make the young lady work so hard… He was afraid the second young master would punish him when he woke up. Even if the other stewards found out, he wouldn't escape a beating.

"It's alright, I'll handle it!" Pei Xiaolei waved her hand, gesturing for him to continue standing to the side.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Ruomei quickly pulled him to her side, glaring at him and thinking to herself, "Miss told you to stand, so stand! What are you doing, making a scene!"

Several minutes passed, and the two large bowls of medicine were finally successfully fed into the second young master's stomach.

"Lin De, you and Ruomei go and move my bedding over later. I'll sleep here from now on!" Pei Xiaolei sat with the doctor for a while, patted his back, took the hot towel Ruomei had wrung out, and carefully wiped his face before gently laying him back on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Lin De hadn't responded, Pei Xiaolei turned to look at him, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did I do something wrong in taking care of him?"

"Absolutely not! Miss, you've taken very good care of the second young master!" Lin De immediately knelt down, quickly clarifying. Tears welled up in his heart! "Miss, it's not that you're taking good care of him, it's that you're taking too good care of him! The way you feed him medicine, the gestures and postures, are practically designed to humiliate this servant. If this continues, he'll start to doubt his own worth. He's remembered the rule 'The Number One Manor in the World doesn't support useless people' by heart since he was a child. If this continues, he might end up packing his bags and going back to his hometown to farm tomorrow. Waaah... The more he thinks about it, the more miserable he becomes!" (Plot reminder: Pei Xiaolei had previously cared for the comatose Xiao Xingwen in a mountain village, and since she herself was a bedridden patient, she is relatively meticulous and skilled in caring for patients!)

"That's good! You can go now. The room is small, don't all stay here!" Seeing that he was stammering and unable to get a clear answer, Pei Xiaolei began to shoo him away.

"Yes!" The two responded softly and withdrew.

"Wait!" Pei Xiaolei suddenly called out to them as they stepped out of the room, "Bring the battle report from the front immediately!"

"Yes..." came the unanimous reply.

The door closed, and the two walked away, but they could still faintly hear Ruomei scolding Lin De, along with Lin De's submissive replies and occasional cries of pain.

Early the next morning, a cloud of dust rose from the path in the plum grove. Ruomei assumed it was the Third Young Master's battle report and hurried towards the plum grove. As the sound of hooves drew closer, she frowned, realizing something was wrong. A large group of people had stormed in.

What was going on? Soldiers from the Number One Manor were secretly lying in ambush throughout the plum grove; outsiders could no longer approach it freely.

Who had come? Ruomei picked up her longsword, stood guard at the end of the path, and curiously awaited the arrival of the newcomers.

"Hush..." A long whistle rang out, and the galloping horse stopped twenty meters ahead. A dozen men and women in tight-fitting clothes jumped off and hurried towards them.

Ruomei took a look, inwardly cried out, and turned to run back.

"Miss, Miss..." Ruomei rushed into the house, panting heavily, not even having time to swallow her saliva, and hurriedly pointed to the door, saying, "Xiao... Xiao Ziye and... and the Twelve Shadow Guards are here!"

Oh? Pei Xiaolei raised her eyebrows slightly, not showing too much surprise. She slowly put down the book in her hand, stood up, put on a coat, and walked towards the door.

Unlike the shadow guards beside her with their light and orderly steps, Xiao Ziye's steps were particularly chaotic and anxious. When he saw the figure coming out of the house, his steps were so fast that it was almost as if he was about to rush over.

"Miss!" he called to her from a distance.

Pei Xiaolei looked up at the sound of his voice, slightly stunned. Was the man with a full beard and who had lost a lot of weight Xiao Ziye?

Before she could react, the group behind her knelt down on one knee three meters in front of her, shouting, "Your subordinates greet you, Miss!"

"Get up!" Pei Xiaolei said calmly, then glanced at Xiao Ziye, who was staring intently at her, and asked, "How did you all end up together?" Her twelve secret guards rarely interacted with outsiders, let alone acted together, except for their own colleagues.

"We met by chance at the entrance to Merlin!" Xiao Ziye explained softly, his voice steady, but unable to hide the excitement welling up inside him.

One of the petite women among the twelve secret guards glanced thoughtfully at Xiao Ziye, pursed her lips, nodded to Pei Xiaolei, and reported, "That's indeed the case."

Naturally, they had all tacitly covered up their fight with the filthy bearded man at the entrance to Merlin in front of Pei Xiaolei, automatically pretending it had never happened.

Pei Xiaolei was naturally happy to see this group of people, and she was about to say something

when suddenly, Ruomei, who was inside the room, ran out shouting.

“Miss, Miss…” Ruomei pointed to the room behind her, gasping for breath, “Second Young Master, Second Young Master… he… he’s awake…”

What?

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Xiaolei had already rushed into the room like lightning.

Awake, awake… Second Senior Brother, he’s finally awake!

Xiao Ziye stood at the door, watching from afar as the woman inside tightly gripped the man’s hand, her once calm face now breaking into tears of joy. The jubilant light in his eyes slowly dimmed, finally disappearing completely.

“Let’s settle ourselves first! It seems Miss won’t be able to look after us for the time being!” A tall bodyguard came over and patted him on the shoulder, then suddenly scratched Xiao Ziye’s messy black hair like an elder, reminding him familiarly, “Boy, if you want to stay by Miss’s side for a while, you’d better remember our identity!” At this point, his voice suddenly lowered, and he continued, “No matter how close we are, we are just ‘guards’ by Miss’s side, nothing more!”

Xiao Ziye’s steps faltered slightly, then, without even glancing at the bodyguard, he waved his hand away in disgust and walked away silently.

The tall bodyguard shrugged indifferently, glanced at Xiao Ziye, then looked back towards the house, shaking his head and sighing, "Ah, what a pity, what a pity!"

"Pity my ass!" Before he could finish speaking, he was punched hard on the head. He clutched his head in pain, staring at a petite woman in black with black hair, and grinned, "Captain, don't always sneak up on my head like that! Ouch, it hurts so much!"

"Ugly! If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't complain about the pain, I'll kill you next time!" Although the perpetrator looked like a petite and weak-looking woman, her words were chilling and carried a ruthless edge.

"I just...I just...Ouch...Don't hit my head again!" Seeing the woman raise her fist again, the tall man immediately clutched his head and ran away. Tears welled in his eyes as he ran, and he still managed to defend himself: "I just...I just kindly advised this prefect not to go astray, not to hang out with those fools who don't know their own mortality, those toads trying to eat swan meat. It's much better than you hypocrites who keep quiet but secretly beat those blind fools who dare to seduce the young lady half to death. It's much gentler and kinder."

He spoke skillfully, and his voice was even more enchanting. Except for the people inside the hut, who couldn't hear him, the thirteen people waiting outside heard him perfectly.

Author's Note: Phew~~
The good doctor is finally awake!
It wasn't easy! With the arrival of the secret guards, many severed information networks were reconnected, and layers upon layers of secret reports poured in from all directions. With

vermilion ink, the captain of the Twelve Secret Guards, Chen, dressed in black, stood beside Pei Xiaolei, deftly receiving her approved reports, folding them, and sealing them again. Standing outside the door, the tall and incongruously ugly vice-captain—Chou Ji—pulled a jade flute from his waist. As soon as the flute began to play, a dozen or so eagles soared into the sky. They circled above the plum grove for a few seconds before suddenly swooping down, skimming low before him. In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so approved reports and secret orders had been carried into the sky by the eagles, scattering rapidly in all directions. The Twelve Secret Guards were established by Pei Jianxun, named after the twelve two-hour periods of the day. From the day the succession was established, dozens of outstanding men and women were drawn from various departments and regions within the manor. From these highly talented individuals, twelve were selected to form the secret guards. Besides protecting the manor lord's safety, they were also his most loyal protectors and executors. However, in Pei Xiaolei's generation, because she inherited the manor at a young age, her twelve secret guards were initially divided into two groups. The current group is visible, while the previous twelve have stepped down and remain hidden, concealed within various departments of the manor. Without Pei Xiaolei's personal order, these individuals will never appear, nor will they easily reveal their identities. As for their appearance, there are many ways to alter their voice and appearance. Except for a very few specific individuals, almost no one knows what lies behind the human skin masks worn by the twelve secret guards. The twelve secret guards are inner court officials, and in a sense, they are equivalent to an information gathering station and a mobile office. The arrival of the secret guards also formally declares her regaining control of all affairs of the number one manor in the world. Pei Xiaolei closed the last folded document and handed it to the petite captain of the secret service beside her, saying, "Inform the Third Young Master that the Qin army in Luoxiang must be wiped out completely! Send Qin Wei's head back to the King of Qin by express messenger, saying it's a return gift from this master!" Chen lowered his head and accepted the document with both hands, but instead of immediately retreating, he knelt on one knee and said, "This secret order, I dare to personally deliver! I hope Miss will grant my request!" Pei Xiaolei lightly tapped the table with her index finger, looking at the petite woman on the ground who was slightly agitated with excitement, and after a long while said, "Let Chou go with you!" Upon hearing Chou's name, Chen's eyes darkened, as if he hesitated, but this reluctance was quickly drowned out by Pei Xiaolei's subsequent comment, "You can stay in Luoxiang for one more day." Chen was belligerent, bloodthirsty, and had a great interest in war and violence; it seemed that few people around Pei Xiaolei were unaware of this. "Your subordinate obeys!" After receiving permission, he grinned and hurriedly retreated, his eyes unable to conceal his thirst for blood. "Chen, don't bully Chou too much!" Pei Xiaolei shook her head and muttered to herself, watching the retreating figure of the guard captain, who was about her age. She had no intention of playing matchmaker, but in this world, only the seemingly foolish but actually wise Chou would willingly be bullied by this woman who loved blood! "Miss, who bullied whom?" Ruomei asked as soon as she entered, carrying a large tray of breakfast. "Who else could it be but your sister!" Pei Xiaolei laughed. No matter how well Chen's true identity was concealed, it couldn't be hidden from her older sister beside her. "Her?" Ruomei frowned, remembering her younger sister who had just brushed past her. "Miss, you mustn't indulge her anymore. Guards aren't like secret police; they're not just people who know how to kill with a knife!" She had always felt that her eccentric younger sister wasn't suited for the guards, and yet she brazenly occupied the position of captain—she was far too young for such a demanding role. "It's alright, Chou's with him!" She lowered her head to drink her porridge, not continuing the topic. Once the small ceramic bowl was empty, she asked, "Has the Second Young Master woken up?" "Yes, he's awake. Lin De is attending to him!" "I'll go see!" Pei Xiaolei put down her chopsticks, rinsed her mouth with tea, and got up to go outside. Because of the sudden visit of the Twelve Dark Guards, she had more things to deal with. To avoid disturbing her Second Senior Brother's rest, her plan to move in with him had to be postponed. The task of taking care of her Second Senior Brother was once again entrusted to Lin De. Thinking of Lin De's expression that day, she found it amusing; she had never seen anyone act like a slave, serving someone so happily. The doctor had been awake for two days, and his pale face finally showed a hint of color. Although his legs were still not very agile, his condition was improving day by day, which reassured her greatly. She gently pushed open the door, and a ray of sunlight shone through her back. The skilled doctor looked at the newcomer, his still pale and chapped lips slowly curving upwards into a beautiful arc. "Xiao Lei, come here!" he said hoarsely, each word spoken slowly and deliberately. His throat had been burned by the deadly poison; although his vocal cords weren't damaged, a full recovery would still require some time and care. Pei Xiao Lei quickly entered and sat beside his bed, a radiant smile on her face. "Second Senior Brother!" she said, holding his thin hand, their fingers intertwined, "You look much better today!"

Neng Shang smiled at her without speaking, then glanced at the large bowl of tonics Ruomei was carrying as she entered. A hint of helplessness flickered in his eyes. It

was a strange coincidence; the Twelve Dark Guards seemed to have a profound understanding of their young mistress's insatiable thirst for medicine. That's why, despite traveling all the way from the most prestigious manor in the world to Run Kingdom, they had emptied their bags of everything except for a large quantity of tonics like ginseng and deer antler.

Of course, these things, by sheer coincidence, had all ended up in the stomach of the frail but divinely skilled physician, Shan Yi.

"Your complexion is much better, but your hands and feet are still very cold, and you're really too thin. I'll have Ruomei prepare some more medicinal meals for you tomorrow to help you recover!" Pei Xiaolei felt a little displeased seeing the empty space under his sleeves. Her mind raced; she hadn't even finished this meal of tonics yet, and she was already planning another one.

"Haste makes waste..." the skilled doctor said calmly. Although eating small, frequent meals was a fundamental principle of nourishing the body, for a man, consuming ginseng, deer antler, and cordyceps three or five times a day... was indeed going too far.

"Oh! Is that so!" She shook his arm, wondering if she had really gone too far these past few days, and then asked tentatively, "Second Senior Brother, can you prepare your own medicine now?"

The skilled doctor nodded and smiled, "Of course!"

"Then I won't presume to teach you!" Pei Xiaolei giggled, leaving the responsibility of adjusting her body back to the great doctor on the bed.

The skilled doctor still had a slight smile on his lips, a warm and gentle smile.

After chatting about various things, Pei Xiaolei looked at a landscape painting of Luoyang hanging on the wall beside the skilled doctor's bed, her heart sank, and she lowered her head, ceasing her rambling.

These past few days, she had been pondering how to bring it up with her second senior brother. Qin Wei had to be killed; she absolutely could not allow the person who had harmed her second senior brother to live in this world. Even if Qin Wei was fortunate enough not to be in Luoxiang or Runguo today, and did not die on the battlefield, one day he would still die ten times more tragically at her hands. And Runguo, Luoxiang… from the moment the Qin army stepped into these places, they had become a battleground for Qin, Chu, and the number one manor in the world. In this battle, the Pei family army could not and would not withdraw.

However, no matter what, one was, after all, her second senior brother's half-brother, and the other was his mother's hometown.

How to tell him about the current situation in a gentle tone, minimizing any potential harm, had become Pei Xiaolei's biggest problem.

"What are you thinking about?" The doctor hugged her from behind and whispered.

She shook her head. "No, I was just a little distracted! Look. This painting is so beautiful!" Never mind, let's put this aside for now and talk about it when Second Brother is feeling better.

"My mother used to really like me, so she coveted hanging a few!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Xiaolei genuinely began to seriously appreciate the paintings around her.

"Not studying today?" The skilled doctor, unwilling to be ignored, loosened his grip.

"Ah?" She was surprised. The doctor pointed to a stack of books on the table and replied with a smile, "Okay!"

He then picked up the top book, a collection of poems, and casually opened it to a page, reciting: "That day, I closed my eyes in the incense smoke of the temple, and suddenly heard your true words in the chanting; That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but only to touch your fingertips; That year, I prostrated myself on the mountain road, not for an audience, but only to feel your warmth..." It was a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso. She didn't know why it appeared in a book from this era. When she first saw this poem in a pile of books, she was really excited. It was a pity that the old monk from the Western Regions who wrote this poem had passed away a hundred years ago. Otherwise, after everything was over, she really wanted to get to know this high monk who might have been like her, or perhaps a time traveler, or perhaps someone with memories of another life.

“That, one, lifetime, turns, mountains, turns, water, turns, Buddha, pagoda, not, for, cultivation, next, lifetime, only, for, the, journey, to, meet, you, in, the, middle.” The good doctor finished the sentence softly, his hoarse and broken voice, his lips opening and closing, his features sharpened by illness, were shrouded in a layer of soft light.

Pei Xiaolei turned halfway around, looking at him slowly, her eyes welling up with tears, a mixture of surprise and joy. "So Second Senior Brother has also read this poem!"

The doctor tightened his arms, pulling her closer, before speaking in a low, hoarse voice, "I...don't...read...the...books! The books in the...room...are...my...mother...likes...so...I...placed...some...books!" He paused, burying his head in the back of Pei Xiaolei's neck, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "When I...was...drowsy...I...vaguely...often...heard...you...reciting...this...poem...I...liked...so...I...memorized...it!"

"Second Senior Brother..." Pei Xiaolei, now a woman made of water, somehow found her voice choked as she listened to these words, her sobs rising again.

"From now on, don't cry anymore!" He gently kissed her cheek, then said, "I... feel heartbroken when I hear this!"

"Mmm!" Pei Xiaolei covered her waist with her hands, no longer daring to playfully punch his chest like she usually did, so she simply buried her face in his chest, wiping her tears on his clothes. Finally, with a thick nasal voice, she began to bargain with him, stating her conditions, "And what about you? You can't get hurt like this again, it will break my heart too." His back rose

and fell slightly, and some light kisses landed on her neck. "Then, one month..." Along with the light kisses came the love poem he recited.

The poem ended.

His voice was somewhat deep as he suddenly asked, "Do you...want...it?"

"Want?" She stiffened, instinctively glancing at the recently risen sun outside. In this situation… she carefully chose her words and asked again, "Want...what?"

He turned her around, their eyes meeting. "Qin, State!" The word had barely left his lips when he was surprised to find the woman's face flushed, like a ripe apple.

"Uh? Want…" Pei Xiaolei blushed even more under his gaze, muttering like a parrot, "Qin, State?" Then she looked at the doctor, who was pursing his lips and gazing at her thoughtfully.

Qin State? The two broken nerves in her brain snapped back together, and Pei Xiaolei's beautiful face immediately burned. "Oh my god, what was she thinking just now? What was she thinking about with her second senior brother who had just recovered from a serious illness? This, that, ah... ah... ah... It's just too, too, too outrageous!

" Pei Xiaolei suddenly jumped out of Shan Yi's arms, leaping several feet away as if for safety, before stammering out, and without waiting for Shan Yi to react, she had already fled out the door. Under

the plum grove.

Pei Xiaolei stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at the plum blossoms fluttering in the sky, tears streaming down her face: "I am really, too, fallen!"

The hidden guards in the plum grove looked at their young mistress in surprise, her expression sorrowful as she sighed loudly at the sky, then wandered aimlessly around the plum trees, finally squatting in the shadowy side of a large plum tree, her shoulders hunched, holding a branch and drawing circles on the ground, muttering something to herself.

A few moments later, a large black bear and a small red fox suddenly emerged from the forest. The bear and fox circled around her a few times, nuzzling her with their noses. Seeing that she was listless and completely ignoring them, they whimpered pitifully a few times, then, to everyone's astonishment, rolled over on their backs beside her, belly up.

Meanwhile, two animals, one black and one red, one large and one small, still somewhat innocent and romantic, lay on the ground, wagging their tails enthusiastically, rolling around and having a great time.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a young lady in a light purple cotton dress, her head and clothes covered in petals, remained crouched in the shadows, head bowed, gesturing, seemingly pondering some difficult problem, completely unaffected by what lay beside her.

Sorrow on the left, brightness on the right.

The atmosphere suddenly became even more eerie. 03-07
Subduing the Enemy Without a Fight

"Do you want it?"

"Qin!"

Only when the skilled doctor handed her a brocade box did she realize the weight of those words.

"Back then, to get this, I spent considerable time and resources, almost sacrificing all the spies I had planted in the Qin Kingdom!" The skilled doctor glossed over the perilous situation with a single sentence. If it weren't for obtaining this, with his abilities, he would never have allowed himself to be nearly terminally ill before venturing to Mount Ling to seek the medicine.

This time, Pei Xiaolei didn't cry. She simply held his hand and solemnly said, "Thank you!"

The doctor smiled, withdrew his hand, and tapped her forehead, saying, "Thank me for what?"

She covered the spot where he had tapped her, pouting, and protested, "It hurts!"

The doctor smiled again, and seeing that she had come to her senses, he ignored her. Instead, he took out a key and, with a "click," opened the brocade box.

Pei Xiaolei took out a scroll of imperial edict from the bright yellow inner box.

Unfolding it, she saw the following powerfully written text on a yellow silk scroll with gold-embossed auspicious clouds: "The sixth prince, Qin Ao, of noble character, deeply respects my virtue, and is destined to inherit the throne. He is hereby appointed to succeed me and ascend the throne as Emperor."

"Ascend the throne..." Pei Xiaolei repeated it carefully, then frowned slightly, her heart sinking little by little. She looked up at the physician and asked very softly, "Second Senior Brother, what...what's going on?"

The physician didn't answer her, but simply raised his hand, his fingertips gently smoothing her brow, then resting on her slightly parted lips, lightly rubbing them.

Her chin was lifted, and the man's lips covered hers. His waist tightened, his tongue already invading hers, their lips and teeth intertwining, their breaths rising and falling in waves.

"I...tell...you...a...story..." After a passionate kiss, he held the still panting Pei Xiaolei and said hoarsely.

The story was long, lasting a full half hour before it ended.

Pei Xiaolei listened carefully, her heart heavy, filled with complex and sorrowful emotions.

When the physician spread out a map in front of her, pointing to the scattered red dots on it, Pei Xiaolei's hand was still tightly gripping his fingers.

The skilled doctor gently patted Pei Xiaolei's clenched fist, carefully prying open her fingers one by one, saying slowly, "It's alright! I still have you!"

"We'll always be together, we definitely will!" she said firmly, looking into his eyes.

The skilled doctor smiled, the gloom in his eyes fading little by little because of this woman and those words.

Actually, back in the small village, Pei Xiaolei and Xingwen had guessed correctly. While the Qin and Chu states were locked in fierce combat, the Number One Manor under Heaven wasn't just sitting idly by, but was taking advantage of the conflict to subtly win over or conquer dozens of small states and tribes surrounding Qin and Chu. Especially on the Qin side, almost half of its territory was now surrounded by the influence of the Number One Manor under Heaven.

The deep-seated grudge between the First Manor Under Heaven and the Qin Kingdom runs deep, with both sides having planted numerous traps around each other. However, by Pei Xiaolei's generation, as the First Manor Under Heaven's power became more stable and deeply rooted, Qin's spies were almost entirely eradicated from the Pei family or bribed to become Pei family spies. The power center, secondary centers, and even the sub-centers of the First Manor Under Heaven had long been thoroughly cleaned up.

Zeng Hengzi had always been extremely fond of his grand-disciple Pei Xiaolei, secretly praising this young girl for possessing more of Pei Jianxun's spirit than her father. Since Pei Xiaolei began participating in the management of the Six Ministries, she had been planting not just traps for the Qin Kingdom, but also numerous highly powerful bombs.

From the very beginning, the Qin Kingdom was the First Manor Under Heaven's prey.

Her medical skills were both an accident and a pleasant surprise.

Sun Tzu said: "The best policy in warfare is to conquer the enemy without fighting; the next best is to destroy them… Therefore, to win a hundred battles is not the acme of skill; to subdue the enemy without fighting is the

acme of skill." "Subduing the enemy without fighting!" Pei Xiaolei savored each word, something gleaming deep in her eyes, her brows sparkling.

Meanwhile, in the Qin Kingdom, after a bloody struggle for the throne, the eldest prince, Qin Hong, used his military achievements to pressure and force his way in, eventually seizing the throne with a bloodstained knife, claiming the title of eldest son. Qin Hong was arrogant and domineering. After ascending the throne, he not only publicly humiliated his two legitimate sons but also forced the Empress Dowager to retreat to a temple to worship Buddha, abandoning all worldly affairs. This matter later caused a great deal of discussion throughout the court, with the new, middle, and old factions debating it. Eventually, they became diametrically opposed, plunging the government into chaos. Qin Hong possessed the ambition to seize the throne but lacked the ability to govern. Qin

suffered from consecutive years of drought and locust plagues, leaving countless people displaced. He sent no one to address the situation, nor did he provide relief. Instead, he led some of his former subordinates to gather the surviving men into an army and raid neighboring small states and tribes. Therefore, although Qin had established a new ruler, he lacked the late emperor's edict of succession, his dying words, the support of his ministers, and the support of the people. Qin Hong's ascension to the throne was illegitimate and precarious. The remaining princes and nobles, and even powerful officials, all coveted the coveted imperial throne.

Qin Ao (the skilled physician) was renowned throughout the land for his benevolence for many years. Numerous high-ranking officials and nobles of Qin had benefited from his kindness. Even palace maids among the imperial court remembered his identity as the sixth prince. Furthermore, the Grand Secretary, who served by the former Qin emperor's side, knew to some extent who the throne originally belonged to. Faced with undeniable facts, these people were much easier to bribe or manipulate.

Qin Ao, though possessing the Qin emperor's personally written edict of succession, was on his way back to serve the country when he suffered repeated persecution from Qin Wei, the fourth prince and half-brother of the usurper Qin Hong. He was only saved by the intervention of the most powerful family in the land.

The Pei family of the most powerful family, whose ancestors were enfeoffed by Qin Taizu and had inherited the title for a century, were utterly loyal to the Qin ruler. Upon learning that the crown prince was merely an adopted son of the Pei family, they were deeply troubled. Later, upon hearing that the true emperor had been persecuted by a treacherous minister who had usurped the throne, they were filled with indignation. Then, the late emperor appeared in a dream, bestowing upon him a verbal decree: protect the sixth prince as he returns to Qin for his grand ceremony. Thus, an army of over ten thousand was mobilized to escort the sixth prince back to court.

Such rhetoric might not be enough to fool the seasoned officials at court, but it was more than enough to incite and even sway the common people of Qin.

What could be more legitimate and justifiable than "protecting the true ruler and purging the treacherous ministers" to allow the 500,000-strong Pei family army to enter Qin territory?

As long as the edict in the hands of the second senior brother remained, coupled with the renowned Pei family army and the nets and threads laid in the past, the Qin throne would be virtually assured.

Afterwards…

would it be a gradual erosion? A change of dynasty? Or abdication and the handover to a more virtuous ruler?… History's tricks, for thousands of years, have been the same old story, repeated in different forms.

Using the throne of a skilled physician as bait, and gradually eroding the Qin state through a relatively gentle approach, would indeed minimize losses for both sides compared to a head-on attack. Moreover, in a civil war, the Pei family army, cloaked in the guise of loyal ministers, would face far less resistance than an external invasion. Not to mention those Qin generals who suddenly "realized their mistake," turned their attention to "protecting the true ruler and purging the false ministers."

After so many years, and now with the opportune moment, it's time to reap the rewards.

The inkstone is laid out, the inkstone is ground.

A secret order, appearing in the clouds, swiftly flew towards the three directions.

The curtain of history has now been raised once more!

Author's Note: A few days ago I watched a very impressive video, supposedly made by Germans!
It left me quite bewildered,
so I'm sharing it:

The video's gist is that the British pound is abandoning its old flame, the US dollar, and embracing the Renminbi.

Senior Sister Pei

Xiaolei, besides her grandfather, parents, grandmaster, and grandmaster's wife, has never knelt before anyone else in her life.

But today, she performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows without missing a single one.

Facing the two tombstones, she offered a toast and respectfully called out, "Mother," "Aunt Yun."

The skilled doctor knelt beside her, fully clothed, holding her hand tightly. Though his voice was hoarse, he appeared radiant, introducing his wife for the first time before his mother's and Aunt Yun's graves.

After offering sacrifices and scattering three cups of yellow wine on the ground, Pei Xiaolei had just stood up when a gentle breeze suddenly rose from the ground, carrying flower petals. It slowly formed a small tornado, gently swirling around Pei Xiaolei, its center rising and falling as if someone were carefully observing her. The subtle sound of the wind brushed past her ears, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, like a whispered instruction. A moment later, the whirlwind slowly subsided, and a cluster of exquisitely blooming plum blossoms landed straight in Pei Xiaolei's palm.

"Mother, and Aunt Yun, must, really, like, you!" The skilled doctor showed no surprise at this strange sight, simply reaching out to gently brush away the plum blossom petals that had fallen onto Pei Xiaolei's shoulders and head, a faint smile on his face.

Pei Xiaolei, twirling a plum blossom, wasn't stunned by the strange sight just now. Instead, she looked directly at the tall, handsome man before her. For some reason, after the commotion, her eyes trembled, welling with tears that almost spilled over. Countless words seemed to be stuck in her heart, unspoken and unfinished.

"Mother, Aunt Yun, I will treat Second Senior Brother well! I will do everything I can to make him happy, please rest assured!"

She stood straight before the tombstone, promising, her clear, cold voice echoing through the plum grove, each word resounding.

Another gust of wind rose, and countless pink petals danced around them.

On the morning of the fifth day of the expedition, the Shang forces decisively defeated Luoxiang, annihilating all 43,000-plus soldiers within the city. The Fourth Prince of Qin, Qin Wei, was strangled fifty miles outside Luoxiang; his head, placed in a brocade box along with a declaration, was sent back to Qin. Qin Wei's body was left hanging outside Luoxiang City, exposed to the elements, left uncollected.

A month later, when the rotten, stinking brocade box containing the severed head finally reached Qin Hong, the Qin Emperor was already in dire straits, barely able to protect himself. Forget about avenging his brothers and kin; beset by internal and external troubles, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety. Caught in a vortex of power and anxiety, he not only guarded against outsiders but also dared not let his guard down with his wife and children. (Oops, hold on, hold on, we've gone off-topic, spoilers...)

The number one clan in the world is usually low-key, but this time, in the Battle of Luoxiang, their actions were unexpectedly high-profile and ostentatious. Every word and action seemed to tell the world that the Pei family intended to bring Qin Ao, the true dragon emperor of Qin, to court, and anyone who dared to stand in their way would be killed without mercy!

After news of the great victory at Luoxiang arrived, Pei Xiaolei, who had been eagerly awaiting the return of Neng Shang in Meilin, did not receive the news. Instead, she was greeted by a striking woman in a fiery red outfit and a toddler just learning to speak.

"Xiaolei!" A strong and enthusiastic hug came from the decisive and beautiful woman before her.

“Auntie…” Another little toddler, not to be outdone, staggered over to Pei Xiaolei’s feet, tugged at her skirt with his chubby little hands, and said, “Hug!”

Pei Xiaolei finally managed to break free from the woman who was hugging her so tightly she could hardly breathe. Suppressing her heart pounding—whether from surprise or shock—she protested with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, “Senior Sister, are you trying to strangle me?”

“Oh dear! Oh dear! Sorry, sorry, Xiaolei, Senior Sister is just too happy, please don’t mind!” Hearing this, the newly arrived Miss Pei Xishan belatedly realized that her enthusiasm had gone too far. She immediately released her two large hands and, quite self-aware, took a few steps back to maintain a safe distance. However, her eyes never left Pei Xiaolei for even a second, looking her up and down for a while before nodding in satisfaction, “It seems none of them were shaking me. Your body is indeed much better!” As for who “they” were, this was an open secret, and everyone knew without saying a word.

"Auntie... Huan'er, hug me!" The poor little toddler, who had been ignored all along, sniffled and tugged at Pei Xiaolei's skirt again, his voice trembling with tears, emphasizing his presence once more.

When Pei Xiaolei finally came to her senses and happily hugged her nephew, whom she was meeting for the first time, she was immediately taken aback by a tiny hand reaching out from her arms, making her both laugh and cry.

"Auntie, where's Huan'er's gift?" As soon as she finished speaking, the little boy didn't forget to use his charm, showering Pei Xiaolei with several sticky kisses on the cheek, leaving her face covered in drool.

Finally, even Pei Xiaolei's legitimate husband, the skilled physician, couldn't stand it anymore and hastily shoved something into the baby's mouth before finally managing to pull the clingy, toothless brat from Pei Xiaolei's arms and toss him back to his eldest sister, who had long been humiliated by her own son. (ps: Xishan is slightly younger than the skilled physician; if we don't consider gender, she's after the skilled physician and before Nengshang.)

If there's anyone in this world who loves money more than Nengshang, then Pei Xiaolei is certain, absolutely certain, and unequivocally certain that it's Pei Xishan's husband, the renowned Lord of Yitian Fortress, Lu Zhengxin. And now, it's clear that this Lu Xiaohuan, at such a young age, has already inherited his father's true skills and even shows signs of surpassing his father.

"The army in Guangnan has encountered a little trouble, and Xiao Shang has led 20,000 generals to meet them with great momentum." Xi Shan pinched her son's ear without any mercy, showing no maternal affection despite his babbling protests, and casually tossed him to Ruomei beside her, instructing her to take him out and find a place to keep him. She then began to discuss serious matters with Pei Xiaolei and Shan Yi.

Xingwen had already tied down 200,000 Qin troops, but unexpectedly, a large avalanche a while ago allowed 50,000 Qin troops to escape. Now, this army was joining forces with the Qin army in Guangnan. Upon receiving the news, Neng Shang sensed something was wrong, and as soon as Luoxiang fell, he immediately rushed back to Guangnan.

Meanwhile, Xi Shan, with her son and 5,000 elite soldiers, happened to be passing through the border of Runguo when she received news of the battle in Luoxiang, and immediately led her troops to attack. Who knew that when she arrived in Luoxiang, this once bustling city was now nothing but ruins, the air thick with the pungent smell of burning corpses, a truly horrifying sight.

This event deeply shocked her. Even long afterward, she turned back to Pei Xiaolei, who had ordered the massacre and burning of the city, and asked, "Why did you kill even the few remaining civilians in Luoxiang? Why did you burn the city?"

Pei Xiaolei simply replied that the remaining civilians in Luoxiang, though not outwardly visible, were all poisoned. Even if the Pei family army spared them, without an antidote, they wouldn't survive more than three days. Rather than letting them suffer slowly at the hands of the poison, it was better to be merciful and send them on their way sooner. As for burning the city, besides deterring other Qin troops, the main reason was disease prevention. So many corpses, if left untreated, would inevitably cause an epidemic, affecting not only Runguo but also neighboring countries. When Pei Xiaolei recounted this incident, she spoke of it very casually, seemingly unconcerned that she was portrayed as a cruel and inhuman tyrant by some literati and unofficial histories in this first war she had participated in planning.

After gaining a general understanding of the surrounding battle situation, without delay, Pei Xiaolei and her group, under the protection of 5,000 elite soldiers led by Xi Shanlai and several hundred guards hidden in the plum grove, set off back to the manor the next day.

The battle line in Guangnan had already been drawn up, with the Pei family army of 30,000 against the Qin army of 80,000. Despite this overwhelming disparity in troop strength, they were still receiving frequent reports of victories, forcing Pei Xiaolei to look at her third senior brother with new respect and further solidifying her determination to accomplish what the Number One Manor under Heaven was about to do.

For the safety of the group of weak women and children, the guards cautiously took a longer route, choosing what they thought was the safest and most secure path. However, things didn't go as planned. No one expected that they would stumble upon Jinzhou, a grain and silver depot secretly established by the Qin army in the Run Kingdom.

And, most remarkably, this mountain city, not only situated in a strategically important and dangerous location, a place of vital importance to military strategists, also harbored a great secret.

This unexpected surprise was like a delicious pie falling from the sky; such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity shouldn't be missed, lest it be a disservice to the heavens' favor.

The forces in Jinzhou were weak, and within half a day, Pei Xiaolei was seated in the main hall of a large mansion within Jinzhou city. She looked down at the row of kneeling Qin soldiers representing the thousands of captured, elderly, weak, and disabled officers. Propping her head in her hand, she listened thoughtfully to the account of their leader, realizing that it wasn't that Jinzhou's forces were weak, but rather that they had arrived at the perfect time; Jinzhou's main force had just left, and they had followed closely behind.

It was said that the mountain city of Jinzhou was backed by a mountain pass that secretly led into the Qin state, reaching its heartland. This route was not only safe but also reduced the marching distance by half. For a long time, the Qin army has mainly relied on this place to transport the wealth plundered from the Run Kingdom by various local armies back to their own country. This fortress is very well hidden; if Pei Xiaolei and her group hadn't specifically chosen remote paths for safety, they wouldn't have discovered it by chance.

Jinzhou originally had a garrison of 30,000 troops, but now more than 20,000 have gone out to transport supplies, and they will probably not return for another seven or eight days.

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Seven or eight days! Pei Xiaolei stood in a large room of several hundred square meters, looking at the mountains of gold and silver treasures before her, her mind constantly calculating how to move all of this back to her home.

So conflicted! She stared at the glittering silver before her, her heart filled with annoyance.

Just then, a splash of fiery red suddenly burst through the window, leaping into her arms in a few thuds. Pei Xiaolei looked down and saw the little fox, who had forgotten her since having Da Xiong, peeking nervously out the door.

What was wrong? Curious, she followed its gaze.

"Ding-dong... Ding-dong..." Sure enough, a moment later, a little toddler came running towards them, its short legs flailing.

"Ding-dong, Ding-dong..." The toddler, with sharp eyes, saw the little fox hiding in her arms as soon as it entered and immediately drooled happily, rushing straight towards Pei Xiaolei.

The little fox in her arms, seeing this, chirped a few times, then its fur stood on end in fright.

"Ding-dong, Ding-dong..." Before the words were even finished, the little toddler, surnamed Lu, had already successfully pounced at her feet, looking up at the little fox that had jumped onto Pei Xiaolei's shoulder with a pitying expression, continuing to call out. Ding

-dong? She lifted the little fox, which was curled up in a ball clutching its tail, from her shoulder, and was surprised to find that two silver bracelets, like those worn by infants, had been attached to the little creature's paws, with several small round bells hanging from them. Whenever the little fox moved, the bells would immediately ring out a clear "ding-dong, ding-dong."

"Ding-dong, ding-dong..." the little baby stubbornly stretched out its short arms, tilting its head back, begging for the fox.

Pei Xiaolei shook the little fox in her hand, looked at it, then at the baby.

Should she give it to it? Or not? This was a big question!

Just then, a gust of wind came, and a dark figure snatched the little fox from her hand with lightning speed, then tossed it onto its back, rubbed against her feet as if in greeting, flicked its short tail, and then, carrying the little fox on its back, swaggered past the baby with its head held high, walking away aggressively!

Pei Xiaolei finally snapped out of her daze, blinked, and watched the two little ones who had previously been so dependent on her and clingy walk further and further away. Her fragile heart suddenly felt a little hurt.

But then again, with such a powerful official pairing like Da Xiong and Xiao Ding, she really had no chance of getting involved.

"Waaah... Auntie, Auntie..." The little boy, seeing the fox he had caught fly away, sniffled, tears welling in his eyes, looking utterly pitiful and wronged.

Pei Xiaolei's heart ached like a sponge, so she bent down, picked up the now rather heavy little boy, and gently soothed him.

However, this heartwarming scene was ruthlessly shattered by the little boy's loud cry, "Gold, gold, lots of gold!"

She watched with a blank expression as Lu Xiaohuan, with his childish voice and fatherly air, picked the biggest, roundest, and glittering chamber pot from the mountain of treasures piled up in front of him. He hugged it tightly, rubbing his chubby little face contentedly against the pot's side. Like a mischievous monkey, he kicked his little feet and climbed onto it, wobbling a few times before rolling off to the ground. Then, he climbed back up with great enthusiasm, only to roll off again, repeating the cycle happily.

Pei Xiaolei hadn't had much contact with children in her life; she'd only had two. If Chu Yan was a gentle, kind, and quiet little angel, then Lu Xiaohuan was a mischievous, active little money-grubber.

"Lu Xiaohuan, you brat!" Not long after, the little money-grubber's mother stormed in. After giving her son a good slap, she grabbed him by the collar like a monkey and tossed him to a middle-aged woman following behind her without any gentleness.

Lu Xiaohuan watched as his mother tossed the large, round, gleaming golden chamber pot he had been holding back into the little gold mine, and tears welled up in his eyes again. Fortunately, the middle-aged woman holding him was experienced; she somehow produced a small gold coin and placed it in his hand, preventing a complete flood.

Soon, the baby was taken back by the middle-aged woman, leaving only Pei Xiaolei and Xishan in the room.

Pei Xiaolei picked up a meter-tall yew longbow and two bundles of arrows leaning against the wall, weighed them in her hand, and handed them to Xishan beside her, smiling, "Senior Sister, you didn't bring any weapons this time, did you? Take a look at this longbow; is it easy to use?"

Xishan smiled and took it. People knew she loved using a broadsword, but they didn't know that her true skill was archery. In her hands, nothing could escape her arrows.

"It's a fine bow!" Drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, aiming, and testing it a few times, Xi Shan praised it and accepted the beautifully crafted and practically ingenious longbow without hesitation.

"Senior Sister!" Pei Xiaolei, who was watching from the side, suddenly called out.

"Hmm?" Xi Shan responded, her eyes still fixed on the longbow in her hand.

"Have you been happy all these years?" This question had been etched in her heart for a long time.

“啥丫头，你在说什么呢？”喜膳一怔，放下长弓，上前一步，仗着自己个子高，一把拉过裴晓蕾，手臂搭在她肩膀上，小声的贼笑道，“路挣鑫追了我那么多年，嗯，怎么说呢，其实我也挺喜欢他的，但是你也知道啊，我比他大，而且他的每次求婚都嘻嘻哈哈的，没点儿正经的，我就又忍不住要揍他一顿，这样打打闹闹的也就给踌躇掉了。说起来，当初你要不设那圈套，我还真的不知道要折腾到哪年哪月才能拉不下脸来嫁他！”

比起其他师兄弟，她以嫁人的方式被送走，已经好太多了。而且，她当时那嫁妆丰厚得，让路挣鑫那个大财迷咧着嘴巴，傻笑了好些天。她也清楚，小姐当年要不是看出了她的心意，也不会和路挣鑫算计她。 However, she always felt a little guilty towards her master and mistress, and she hadn't fulfilled her promise to take good care of her mistress for the rest of her life.

Lu Zhengxin treated her very well, and she had been very happy over the years. But whenever she thought of her sickly mistress, her heart would ache. Finally, Lu Zhengxin agreed to go back to the manor with her, but she discovered she was pregnant before they set off. The plan had to be postponed again and again. In the past two years, she had kept in touch with several of her fellow disciples, and her mistress would write to her, always saying that she was fine and not to worry, and so on, all good things. She was always half-believing these words, but she was married far away, had a husband and son to keep her company, and was also in charge of a lot of affairs in Yitian City. Her whole family was involved, and she could no longer come and go as freely as before.

Of course, one thing is one thing, and no matter how happy and fulfilled she was now, she still had some resentment about being schemed against.

It turned out that her mistress also felt guilty about this matter.

Having realized this, Xi Shan, for some reason, felt a surge of joy seeing Pei Xiaolei's guilty expression.

"Come on, let's not talk about this. I'll take you to play with my symbol of a happy life!" Xi Shan, carrying her longbow, grabbed Pei Xiaolei's hand and laughed heartily. "Actually, my little one, besides loving gold and silver, has many other very amusing traits, he's so funny! Let me tell you, for example, him…pa la la la la…"

Xi Shan spoke of her son's amusing antics with such wonder and tone, as if she were playing with her own son as a living toy.

Pei Xiaolei let her pull her along, her eyes full of smiles.

It was wonderful!

So, she had been very happy all these years!

Author's Note: Senior Sister has finally appeared! Hooray! It wasn't easy, she finally made her appearance!!
At this point, most of the main characters in this story have appeared~~
----------------May 26, 2009 Evening

Impulsiveness is the devil! I actually accidentally posted the first draft!
Looking back today, I realize how utterly messy this chapter is! o(>﹏<)o
PS: Wishing everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival! Dear friends, eat lots of zongzi, have fun, and enjoy a happy and enjoyable mini-Golden Week!
-----------------2009.5.27 What was the battle fought in

the Battle of Jinzhou ? Silver, piles of pure silver. This principle is the same throughout history and across the world. Therefore, when Chen handed her a secret report, Pei Xiaolei happily hugged Shan Yi and laughed for a long time. The report stated that the reinforcements from Guangnan had just arrived and would soon achieve a great victory. The two armies killed 5,000 enemies and captured more than 70,000. These 70,000 captured Qin soldiers voluntarily surrendered to a wise ruler, obeying the will of Heaven, and helped the Sixth Prince return to court to reclaim the throne. The Pei family army encountered little resistance in Guangnan, and things progressed unexpectedly smoothly. The fact that over 70,000 men cooperated so readily to defect was not only due to General Neng Shang's brilliant military strategy, but also largely due to the activation and effectiveness of the spies planted within the Qin army. Someone must have already done something beforehand; otherwise, these spies couldn't have been so efficient. Her secret order had only been issued a few days ago, yet it was already showing results. Holding a corner of the secret report, she was surprised yet also surprised to find the martial arts-obsessed seal of her god-like senior brother on it. So that's how it is. Pei Xiaolei lightly tapped the table with her index finger, a faint smile appearing on her lips. She had indeed guessed correctly. This man, months or even longer before her disappearance, had already foreseen the changes in the Qin state's domestic situation and, through the secret agents she had entrusted to him earlier, had secretly arranged everything before her. From the moment her secret order reached his hands, both bloodless politics and bloody war began simultaneously. Her senior brother's army would need another ten days to arrive, and the Qin army that had gone out would return in five or six days. If they could hold out for a few more days, her room full of gold, silver, and military supplies would be safe, and the Pei family army would have another convenient and safe route directly into the heart of Qin. She saw it as a very worthwhile deal. She didn't agree to her senior brother's suggestion to withdraw immediately. She began setting up traps and diverting water into the moat. She was aware of her senior brother's concerns, but if they left like this, easily handing over Jinzhou to the Qin army, they would be deeply resentful. Even if they allowed those 20,000-plus Qin troops to return, these fierce and powerful soldiers would be well-fed and well-equipped, and the location was strategically advantageous and difficult to attack. For her army to take it again, the cost would be extremely high. This was absolutely not what she wanted to see. One of the Pei family's precepts is that what is eaten must never be vomited up. She always remembered this very well. When she replied to the letter, the skilled physician stood beside her, as usual, carefully grinding ink for her. Regarding her decision, he, whose body had not yet fully recovered, only said, "Do whatever you want. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you!" "Yes! I know!" She held his hand, smiling brightly, her heart warmed. This person before her was indeed her anchor. "With Second Senior Brother here, I have nothing to fear!" ********I ate too many zongzi, my stomach is bloated like a small mountain*****So full! ******** Three days later, the Qin soldiers, dragging men and women, returned ahead of schedule, carrying hundreds of carts of spoils plundered from various places. Standing before the city walls, looking at Jinzhou, which had changed flags and masters, they were momentarily unable to advance or retreat. They had previously received news that Pei Shiwu and Pei Nengshang's armies had already controlled most of Runguo. This was likely the last batch of supplies they could plunder from Runguo. For safety's sake, they quickened their pace, intending to make a token profit before leaving. Meanwhile , inside the Qin army's main tent, the commander, Zhou Fang, was deeply troubled. Ever since he saw the Pei family banners fluttering everywhere on the walls of Jinzhou, his brows had been furrowed and he was now pacing back and forth, his mind racing. His subordinate officers all had their heads down, their expressions no better than his. In truth, not only Zhou Fang, but all these officers, having served in the military for many years, had suffered numerous defeats at the hands of the Pei family army. As the saying goes, repeated stumbles and falls inevitably leave some lingering effects, psychological scars, and other negative emotions. Frankly, they were genuinely afraid of facing the Pei family army.

Therefore, upon receiving news of the Pei family army's arrival in Run Kingdom, they hastened their departure, planning to plunder the spoils and then retreat with their men. They thought their unit, being merely a logistics team responsible for transporting provisions and located in a remote mountain area, could survive as long as they were quick enough. However, things didn't go as planned. They had only been gone for ten days to two weeks when, upon their return, everything had changed. They

couldn't understand what was going on with the "Number One Manor Under Heaven." They had been transporting supplies here for over two years, and even Run Kingdom hadn't discovered the secrets of this place. How could it be at this crucial moment? In less than half a month, they hadn't even gone far before their main camp was discovered by their old rival, the Pei family army! What the hell? What kind of luck did they have? Is this world even fair?

"General Zhou, you've been leisurely pacing back and forth here. The Emperor is waiting for these provisions and relief supplies. What's the meaning of your staying here and not moving an inch? You've delayed the appointed time; what crime should you be charged with?" Finally, a tall, thin man who looked like a military governor walked over unfazed, stood in front of Zhou Fang, and arrogantly pointed at Zhou Fang's nose, launching into a tirade of scathing rebukes.

"What crime have I committed?!" Zhou Fang was already seething with anger and annoyance. At this moment, this jerk, who always liked to criticize and nitpick, made him fly into a rage, unleashing a torrent of curses. To hell with relief supplies! If even a single copper coin of these supplies reached the disaster victims, Zhou Fang would rather die than accept this stinking scholar's surname.

"You...you...you...uttered vile words, publicly humiliating a court official...I will report this to His Majesty upon my return, and he will punish you...punish you..." The warlord's face flushed red and then turned pale with anger, stammering, so angry he didn't know what crime the emperor should punish this military man, Zhou Fang. Finally, a deputy general surnamed Chen stepped in to smooth things over, half-coaxing, half-pleading, and managed to get the red-faced warlord back to his tent to rest, thus ending this somewhat nonsensical interlude.

"Sir...what do you think of this?" Seeing that Zhou Fang had been lost in thought for too long, and under the intense gaze of everyone, Deputy General Chen tentatively asked.

Zhou Fang waved his hand, stopping him from continuing, and shouted, "Alright, alright, enough with the 'this and that'! Send the order down to have someone cook. Once those bastards are full, we'll attack the city in an hour!"

However, the weather turned against them. An hour later, the previously cloudless and beautiful weather suddenly began to snow lightly.

Zhou Fang, on horseback, held the report just delivered by his scout, looking up at the swirling snowflakes, unsure of what to feel. Should they attack? They knew nothing about the Pei family army inside the city; what were their chances of victory if they charged in? Should they not attack? That war god-like Pei Shiwu was leading a large army towards them...

"My lord!" Deputy General Chen rode up, holding a large bowl full of wine, and handed it to Zhou Fang.

Zhou Fang slowly turned around, looking at the subordinates who had followed him for years, running errands for him, raised the bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Finally, he roared, "If I, Zhou Fang, survive this time, I will protect the parents, wives, and children of my brothers. If I don't, we'll be brothers again in the next life!" With that, he smashed the bowl on the ground, drew his

sword, and charged towards Jinzhou. After him, shouts of battle rose everywhere, and tens of thousands of Qin soldiers, wielding longbows and sharp blades, swarmed towards Jinzhou.

Pei Xiaolei, dressed in black, stood on the city wall, looking down at the Qin soldiers below, fallen in their carefully laid traps. Her face was red from the wind and snow, but the coldness in her eyes was as chilling as the weather. The skilled physician stood beside her, sword in hand, with Xiao Ziye behind her. Seven or eight guards stood a meter to three meters to her sides, protecting her completely.

A group of men rushed forward, and with a whoosh, hundreds of crossbowmen hidden in the city wall fired three arrows at a time, piercing through the heart of each enemy. One group fell, their blood barely staining the snow beneath them. A second group followed, and with another whoosh, yet another fell…

Today, it seemed even the heavens were on Pei Xiaolei's side. The snow fell heavier and heavier, the footprints growing deeper and deeper. Gradually, the Qin army, which had initially attacked with great force, slowed its advance, its numbers dwindling. Finally, before the siege ladders even reached the city walls, the Qin army had already retreated, their battle cries silenced.

After the initial battle, neither army's commanders slept that night. Through this exchange, both sides had gained a basic understanding of each other's fighting capabilities.

The next day, the snow was still falling, and dawn was breaking when Zhou Fang led the Qin army to attack again. This time, the targets blocking their path were the corpses of Qin soldiers who had died on the battlefield the previous day. The heavy snow that fell all night yesterday had frozen the Jinzhou moat, which Pei Xiaolei had previously filled with water. The ice was now thick, making it as easy to walk on as flat ground. The moat was no longer a significant barrier.

Today, the weather was sunny and bright, and the snow on the ground was noticeably thinner than yesterday, reducing the effectiveness of crossbows. Soon, using the corpses as shields, several squads of Qin soldiers successfully broke through the first line of defense, advancing towards the city walls with ladders.

"Set up the cannons!" At the command, three small cannons rolled onto the city walls. These cannons were crudely made, with a very short aiming range. Moreover, it seemed that the Qin army in the city had already decided to withdraw, as a large amount of grain and some powerful weapons had already been taken from the city, in addition to gold and silver treasures. Even this seemingly intimidating small cannon was reduced to only three units, all abandoned by the Qin army, dismantled and left in the wilderness. They were eventually salvaged piece by piece by Da Xiong and Xiao Ding Dang, who were playing around. Pei Xiaolei thought it could be used, so she had it reassembled and found some experts to quickly produce suitable shells.

Because half of her life in the 21st century, under the so-called 3x college entrance examination system, Pei Xiaolei chose chemistry. Under the inhumane and distorted pressure of exam-oriented education, she and Liu Chen channeled their stress into motivation, secretly taking the key to Professor Liu Chen's adoptive father's laboratory. The two of them furtively researched shell production. Although they were eventually caught and each punished with a 3,000-word self-criticism, that clandestine activity did allow Pei Xiaolei to truly memorize the shell-making process, its components, and basic principles.

With Pei Xiaolei's scientific guidance and the craftsmen's practical experience, they quickly produced over ten improved cannonballs, each more powerful than before, within just a few days.

Clearly, these three simple cannons were insufficient to handle the swarms of Qin soldiers below. However, the visual and psychological impact of the deafening barrage on the Qin soldiers was undeniable.

The deafening roar of cannonballs echoed around them; in the fiery red light, they saw their comrades struck by the shells, their faces mangled, legs severed, arms missing, and splattered flesh mixed with blood scattered around. Some Qin soldiers, already terrified, dropped their weapons and fled, and like a chain reaction, another and a third followed, the number of retreating soldiers gradually increasing.

"Anyone who dares to desert, take another step back, and will be punished according to military law!" Zhou Fang roared, swiftly slashing down a Qin soldier who had retreated to his side. He then looked up at the high city wall, pointed his blood-stained broadsword upwards, and shouted, "They're out of ammunition! Brothers, don't be afraid, charge with me!" With that, he kicked his horse's flank, brandishing his blood-stained sword, and charged forward. The Qin soldiers who had just retreated immediately turned and began charging towards the wall again.

The sounds of fighting below intensified. Someone shouted from the front, "They're coming up?"

Pei Xiaolei glanced down and saw that indeed, over a hundred Qin soldiers, having dodged the crossbows and cannons while carrying corpses, were beginning to erect ladders and climb upwards.

Chou, temporarily appointed general by Pei Xiaolei, immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Pour the oil!"

Immediately, hundreds of barrels of oil were poured down the outer wall. The wall, already covered with a thin layer of ice, became even more slippery with the oil. Several ladders that had just approached began to tip over before they could even be properly positioned.

"Let's go!" The silent healer extended his hand to her.

She nodded, took his hand, and walked down the wall step by step.

After only a few steps, Chen's cold, emotionless voice rang in her ears, "Light the fire!"

Her steps froze, followed by a series of heart-wrenching screams.

"Let's go down!" The healer's steady voice came again, his grip on her hand tightening, the warmth transferring from his palm to her icy hand.

She tilted her head back, forcing a faint smile at the healer. A few strands of hair fell from her hair, dancing in the wind amidst this fiery inferno. She gripped his warm hand tightly in return, steadily descending.

That day, aside from the numerous charred and blown-to-blow Qin army corpses at the foot of the city walls, the outcome was the same as the first day.

They thought the day would pass quickly, but in the evening, Chen rushed in to report that they were short of arrows.

"How is that possible? I clearly counted them!" Xi Shan immediately stood up, surprised and pressing for answers. In this battle, with both sides lacking weapons, their most important and long-range defensive weapon was the bow and arrow. When formulating the strategy, she had personally checked the quantity to ensure it was sufficient.

Chen suddenly knelt down, gritting his teeth, "The storeroom door has been pried open! Most of the bows and arrows inside are broken, suspected to be the work of prisoners!"

"Damn it, you're asking for it!" Xi Shan spat out a curse, biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled. She paced around the room twice, finally feeling indignant, and went out with her broadsword.

"Senior Sister!" Pei Xiaolei stood up upon seeing this, intending to follow her out.

"Xiaolei, don't worry about her!" Neng Shang stepped forward and pulled her back as she walked away. "Letting her go and calm things down is good!

" "But..." Pei Xiaolei wanted to say something more.

"Don't worry, Xishan is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He won't really kill everyone!" Neng Shang continued.

Pei Xiaolei glanced at Shanyi, sighed inwardly, and sat back down in her chair. Actually, she didn't care whether the prisoners were killed or not. What worried her now was what they would do without bows and arrows. Without bows and arrows, they were already half-defeated. There were still three days left. How could they survive?

"Feed this to the prisoners! If they resist, kill them without mercy!" The voice was calm, but the words lacked any warmth, unlike the gentle and refined Second Senior Brother.

"Yes!" Chen accepted the food with both hands, bowed, and withdrew.

Shanyi bent down, looked down at Pei Xiaolei who was still worried, patted her head, and smiled calmly, "It's okay, I'll think of a way!" “What other way is there? Hmm, I know, you must be thinking of a night raid, right! ”

Pei Xiaolei was unhappy, a lump in her throat. If it weren't for the fact that those prisoners were old, weak, sick, and disabled, and quite cooperative, and considering how troublesome it would be to dispose of the corpses, she wouldn't have been soft-hearted enough to keep them. Who knew they would turn out to be a disaster. “A night raid is good, but now is not the time! We must reduce the number of enemies first!”

“Don't you trust me?” The doctor smiled again, affectionately tapping her forehead, but that smile seemed somewhat threatening.

“No!” Pei Xiaolei quickly clarified the misunderstanding. Seeing that the doctor was bending over with difficulty, she simply stood up and threw herself into his arms, murmuring, “I just hope to achieve the greatest victory with the least cost.”

“Of course!” The doctor nodded again.

“And,” came the important part, Pei Xiaolei’s tone changed, she wrapped her arms around the doctor’s waist, and said softly in a coquettish voice, “I really can’t bear to see you take the risk!” Hearing this

, the skilled doctor didn't say anything more, only gently hugging her back. Since his injury, she had been extremely careful around him, afraid of causing him further harm. Sometimes, waking up in the middle of the night, she would stare blankly at his sleeping face, then mutter to herself, "Still too thin!" He saw it all, his heart aching, but he couldn't do anything about it, only letting her be. He diligently focused on his health, trying to recover as quickly as possible to put her mind at ease.

After a while, he said softly, "I'm a man!"

Hearing this, she looked up at him, a fleeting emotion flashing in her eyes, and murmured, "I know!" before nestling back in his warm embrace.

"If only we could borrow arrows with straw boats now!" After a while, Pei Xiaolei buried her face in his chest and whispered.

"Borrow arrows with straw boats? What straw boats?" "The doctor asked curiously, looking down.

"Well, the 'borrowing arrows with straw boats,' it's... *scrabble scrape scrape*..." Pei Xiaolei launched into a vivid description of Zhuge Liang's 'borrowing arrows with straw boats' strategy in the Battle of Red Cliffs. Of course, being a non-humanities student, her ability to remember this historical event so clearly was truly thanks to John Woo's hilarious blockbuster, *Red Cliff*.

"Borrowing arrows with straw boats, indeed a brilliant plan!" The doctor drew out a long syllable, then looked out at the dark expanse of the window. He noticed several straw figures not far from the door, made for target practice, and said with a faint smile, "We don't have straw boats here, but we

have plenty of straw figures!" "Yes, a whole bunch of straw figures!" Pei Xiaolei continued listlessly, "Straw figures... straw figures, if only they could borrow arrows too!"

Wait a minute, something suddenly flashed through Pei Xiaolei's mind.

"Borrowing arrows with straw figures?" "Her mind raced, and she carefully recited it twice more. Slowly, a charming smile bloomed on her face. Her beautiful eyes closed, and one plan formed, another arose.

Before the doctor could react, Pei Xiaolei impatiently pulled him back to his chair, and Pei Xiaolei's cheerful, undisguised laughter rang in his ears again.

This battle of Jinzhou, which began with "borrowing arrows with straw men" and continued with "crossing the sea under cover of darkness," perfectly utilized the strategy of "creating something out of nothing." Years later, this battle was included in military books and became a classic example that many soldiers had to study.

That night, at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), thousands of straw men dressed in black clothes and trousers, bound by iron chains, slowly descended from the city wall.

Upon seeing this, the Qin army outside the city thought that the Pei family army had launched a night attack, and immediately beat drums and gongs, rousing all the Qin soldiers from their beds ." Pulled out of the building, in the dead of night, in complete darkness, a figure descended from the wall. Without a second thought, tens of thousands of arrows rained down upon them.

The next day, Pei Xiaolei smiled broadly as she looked at the large bundles of arrows pulled from the scarecrows in the square.

The Qin army was peaceful today, unlike usual, not coming early to attack the city, or to insult and persuade them to surrender. Chen, who was on duty on the city wall with his legs crossed, idly munched on the steamed buns Ruomei had brought that morning, feeling utterly bored. She glanced at Xiao Ziye, who stood not far away, holding a long sword and standing ramrod straight, and felt even more bored now. She really didn't understand where her young lady had picked up this little black face, always wearing a stoic expression, even less stern than the young master.

"Hey, Xiao Ziye!" she called out.

"What is it?" The stoic man was already in front of her.

"Miss and the second young master are going to prison today!" " You follow me!" Chen ordered. Anyway, the young lady hadn't given him any official position or said who he was under, but since he considered himself a guard, then as the captain of the secret guards, she naturally had the right to command him.

"Alright!" With that, he turned and strode away.

"So rude!" Chen said, watching his retreating figure with dissatisfaction. She had never liked this man from the start. Firstly, for almost a year, he had practically taken over the duties of the bodyguard. Secondly, the way he looked at her displeased her greatly. Her young lady was already married, and her four sons-in-law were all exceptional men; how could she allow outsiders to covet her? His gaze was practically poisonous to her.

"Captain, who's being rude?" Chou, carrying a bag of beef and a jug of wine, plopped down on the ground. "

Chou, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be accompanying the young lady and the second young master to the prison?"

"Didn't you ask Xiao Ziye to accompany them?" Chou looked at Chen as if she were a monster, saying, "You just said something, and you've already forgotten?" Before she could finish saying, 'You haven't lost your memory at such a young age, have you?', she felt a sharp pain in her head and was hit hard again.

"If he goes, can't you go with him?" Enraged, she punched him again.

Ugly scratched his head, seemingly unaffected, took a sip of wine, and then said, "The prisoners in the jail have all been poisoned by the Second Young Master's 'bone-softening powder.' They can't even take care of themselves, let alone fight! Besides, the jail is so small, what's the point of sending so many people? The Second Young Master's martial arts have almost recovered. If he's in trouble, then adding two more of us won't help."

"Don't provoke Xiao Ziye, he was sent by the Eldest Young Master!" Ugly took a bite of beef, chewed a few times, and mumbled,

"The Eldest Young Master?" Chen was taken aback, his face slowly darkening. Finally, under Ugly's continued scrutiny, he gritted his teeth and said, "I understand!" Tch, so what if we don't want to provoke him? What's the big deal?

"Sigh! It seems the Qin army outside is preparing for a truce today!" Chen leaned against the city wall, looking at the sun already high in the sky, and changed the subject.

Ugly had served under Shi Wu for a considerable period and always had insightful views on military strategy. Upon hearing this, he looked down at the quiet Qin army tents below the city wall, then suddenly seemed to realize something, slapping his thigh with a laugh and saying, "After being disturbed like this all night, even an iron man would collapse!" The implication was clear: the Qin army had all gone to bed.

Uh…to sleep? Chen was stunned again. Just for this?

On the third night, after midnight, another thousand black-clad scarecrows slowly descended along the city wall.

That night, the harvest from these thousand scarecrows was greatly reduced; they only pulled out half the number of arrows as the previous day.

The next day, the Qin army attacked again, and looking back, they saw that the arrows stuck in their own pockets from the previous day were all there, enraging them. Halfway through the battle, someone even had someone take a megaphone and shout "Shameless!" into Jinzhou City, followed by a chanting of the Three Character Classic in a classical Chinese style.

Pei Xiaolei, her face darkening, stared at the tall, thin man in a brown robe and high hat standing on the carriage opposite her, pointing with a refined gesture as he began to curse. She asked, bewildered, "Who is that?"

"It should be the warlord!" Xi Shan chuckled, suppressing a smile.

The warlord? Pei Xiaolei's heart leaped with amusement. Turning to Xi Shan, who held a longbow, she said, "Senior sister, why don't we scare him?"

"That's a good idea!" Xi Shan laughed, drawing a quiver of arrows from her back and nocking it into her bow.

"Whoosh..." With a crisp, clear sound, an arrow pierced the air, striking the wooden plank less than half a finger's width from the warlord's feet. Startled, the incessantly chattering official tumbled off the carriage with a "bang," utterly lacking in decorum.

Pei Xiaolei, observing the disheveled state of the scene, exclaimed in admiration, "Senior Sister's arrows are still so accurate!"

"Alright, don't flatter me. I haven't practiced in a long time, I've gotten rusty!" Xi Shan put down her longbow, smiling as she spoke, though a touch of melancholy lingered in her heart. Since her marriage, she hadn't drawn a bow.

This time…

Xi Shan raised her longbow again, aimed at the warlord sitting on the ground, and fired another extremely close arrow.

She really needed to practice more…

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