[Fantasy] The Beauty's Tribulation (Complete) - Chapters 25-27

Yiqingxuan

, the largest courtyard in the most prestigious manor in the world, has surprisingly few servants. The young lady is quiet and rarely interacts with anyone except her five siblings. Therefore, most of the maids and servants working in the courtyard are clever but taciturn. Recently, the young lady has been in good health, and today she took two young masters on a picnic in the garden, so she granted leave to all the servants in the courtyard. Neng Shang walked back, a long way, without seeing a single person. Stepping into the inner room, the young lady's boudoir was empty and silent. A bowl of dark medicine sat on the table, wisps of white steam rising from it, still warm. But his personal maid, Ruomei, was nowhere to be seen. He shook his head, somewhat understanding; that girl had probably wandered off somewhere again.

He picked up the hot medicine, saw the plate of candied dates beside the bowl, and smiled. Xiaolei was still so afraid of bitterness; when she was little, everyone had tried every trick in the book to get her to take medicine. In the end, it was the eldest brother's bag of candied dates he brought back from the market outside the manor that won first place, successfully tricking the little princess into drinking the bitter medicine. From then on, every time she took medicine, she would use various kinds of candied dates to mask the bitterness.

After placing the medicine and dates on a tray, he felt something was missing. His sharp fox-like eyes swept around, and he spotted his target in the second tray of the next table. He picked up the brocade box, opened it, and sure enough, there were about ten "Sunrise" pills neatly arranged inside. He frowned, a surge of anger rising within him. Ruomei was becoming increasingly outrageous. It was one thing to be a little careless about other things, but how could she be so forgetful about the young lady's life-saving pills? What if she harmed the young lady's health? This girl needed to be replaced. However, he wondered if the retired imperial chefs he employed in the manor had the skills to suit the young lady's taste.

He picked out a pill from the brocade box, gently squeezed it, and the quail-sized "Sunrise" instantly turned into powder, which he sprinkled into the medicinal soup.

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Pei Xiaolei closed her eyes, with a tragic air of a warrior going to his death, and gulped down the bitter medicine in her bowl. Not waiting for anyone to serve her, she reached into the bowl herself, took a candied date, and put it in her mouth to neutralize the bitterness. Only when the sweet taste covered the bitterness did her tightly furrowed brows slowly relax.

"What's your hurry? The candied dates aren't going anywhere!" Neng Shang joked, but his hands didn't stop as he picked out a few large candied dates and handed them to her.

"Hmph!" Pei Xiaolei's face flushed slightly, she glared at him, too lazy to argue, and simply leaned closer to the shade of the tree next to the doctor. It was so hot! Her body was burning hot. They were so close that their small hands accidentally touched. A cool sensation washed over them, and she immediately reached out and grasped his hand, interlocking their fingers. With her other hand, she fanned herself with her fingers, but the breeze was too weak and had no effect whatsoever; in fact, it only made her feel hotter. Sigh! She couldn't understand why, on such a beautiful day, there wasn't a breath of wind. She loosened her collar, revealing half her neck, but it didn't offer any relief. The heat continued to rise, causing her to break out in a light sweat, her muscles and bones feeling weak.

"Xiaolei? What's wrong?" The person beside her finally noticed her discomfort, reaching out to touch her forehead. It was burning hot. Looking into her eyes, the clarity in them was slowly fading, replaced by a hazy, watery look.

"Second Senior Brother, I'm so hot..." Her weak body leaned against him, her rosy lips slightly parted, her eyes half-closed as she looked at him, speaking softly, her hand involuntarily tugging at her collar again.

The skilled doctor grabbed her flailing hands, coldly glancing at the strange-looking man beside her, and asked, "Did you add 'Sunrise' to the medicine?"

"Yes!" Neng Shang regained her composure, her complex gaze abruptly shifting from Pei Xiaolei to the skilled doctor, and answered. Then, a hint of worry crept in, and she pressed, "'Sunrise'? Is something wrong with it?"

The skilled doctor's expression was unreadable as he nodded, saying, "Miss, the cold has been dispelled; there's no need for such a potent medicine!"

Neng Shang, being so clever, immediately understood, her face flushing red and then pale—a truly remarkable sight.

The healer held the person clinging to him tightly, looking at the man before him with a hint of solemnity. He spoke in a low voice, "Go back to your own residence!"

"But..."

"Go now!"

Pei Xiaolei was startled by the sudden, close shout. Her thoughts raced, the mist in her eyes thinning slightly. She glanced at the departing Neng Shang, then at the healer holding her, her gaze finally settling on the empty bowl. She understood the burning heat within her body; the aphrodisiac in 'Chaoyang' was strangely potent and incurable. Previously, when she was cold-natured, these aphrodisiacs only served as a harmonizing agent, not arousing desire. But since her soul returned, the coldness in her body had largely dissipated. These aphrodisiacs naturally began to take effect, and with years of long-term use, their power had seeped into her internal organs and limbs. Her body was now unusually sensitive, no longer susceptible to any arousal.

"Second Senior Brother..." Her eyes were like water, clinging to the last vestiges of consciousness, she leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Don't use your internal energy!"

"Mm!" the healer responded softly, reaching for her waist with one hand. With a gentle pull, the sash fell loose, and her purple robe and skirt draped loosely over her body. With a gentle peel, an outer garment fell away, leaving only a thin white gauze dress, clinging neatly to her high breasts, the collar half-open, her soft bosom faintly visible. With a slight tug, the dress fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, white breasts, the cherry-sized nipples already erect and proud. He lowered his head, biting into one, his tongue circling the nipple, pushing and manipulating it, gently licking and sucking. Only when saliva soaked the entire breast did he release his grip and move on to the other.

"Ah..." Pei Xiaolei gasped softly, her body weak and limp. She needed to lean half her weight on Shan Yi to barely stand. The effects of the morning sun's medicine were beginning to take hold; her whole body was burning hot, her pores were open, and her lower body ached slightly. Her waist and hips were tightly held, pressed against the man's lower body, a scorching hot iron rod pressing between her legs, terrifyingly hot. Each bite on her sensitive breasts felt like a thousand worms crawling into her heart, a tingling, itchy emptiness. Her empty hands moved haphazardly, and somehow managed to untie the man's white scholar's robe layer by layer. The white robe slipped down to his waist, hindering his movements. He simply took it off and tossed it far away onto the grass, his muscular upper body gleaming in the sunlight.

"...Xiaolei..." the man sighed softly in her ear, trembling as his skirt lifted and his trousers fell away.

A cool breeze blew between her legs, and she shivered, reflexively squeezing her legs together. But she couldn't resist the large, ruthless hand that groped her way down her spine, following the lines between her thighs, and finally slipping inside from behind, forcing its way into the warm crevice. Two long, slender fingers slowly penetrated the narrow opening from behind. Under the influence of the drug, her body was already wet and slippery, and the two fingers became even more unrestrained, sometimes gently pressing and rubbing, sometimes forcefully thrusting and digging, plunging her insides into a state of intense heat and chaos.

"Mmm...ah..." A terrifying shiver rose from within her, wave after wave spreading throughout her body. She tensed her body, gasping for breath, her body heaving with each movement of the fingers below, her white abdomen rising and falling, gently rubbing against the increasingly hard and hot penis.

"Damn it!" the man cursed, suddenly pulling two fingers from his penis, lifting one of the woman's jade-like legs, hastily pulling out his enormous penis, aiming it at her tender, red-lipped vulva, and thrusting it in

hard. The red-hot, thick iron rod pierced straight into her flower core, the swollen, large tip of his desire penetrating completely. "Ugh...ah...slower...ha...slower...ah..." she cried out incoherently. The man's entry was too forceful, too violent; this sudden brutality overwhelmed her. Her lower body trembled, she felt a slight pain, and her body swayed unsteadily from the impact. Fortunately, the man was prepared; his strong arms held her firmly, unmoving, but his long, thick weapon thrust even more frantically into her body, without skill, without patterns, only instinctive attacks, each thrust more arrogant, each penetration deeper than the last...

"Mmm...ah...ah...ha..." She gripped the man's back tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh. Her lower abdomen contracted and squeezed repeatedly, her body involuntarily rising and falling back and forth. Her swollen, numb vulva was stretched full, her clitoris greedily opening and closing, swallowing the intruder, clenching inch by inch. The intense friction of their flesh, the engorged inner walls of her private parts constantly squeezing and spasming, and at their point of contact, a torrent of fluid flowed freely. Her whole body was flushed, her eyes unfocused, she trembled, her mind a blur, completely immersed in an indescribable, breathtaking experience.

The doctor's movements became faster and faster. Suddenly, he pressed her down tightly, letting out a muffled roar, and a stream of hot, turbid fluid shot into her depths, burning her with pain, causing her to cry out.

He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. His long, smooth, black hair cascaded freely over his shoulders, sticking to his sweat, his entire body exuding a strong scent of lust.

"Second Senior Brother... ah..." The intense sensation in her lower body made it impossible for her to concentrate on kissing her beloved. The foreign object deep inside her began to slowly grow larger and harder, its dark red veins throbbing, seemingly even hotter and larger than before, densely filling the narrow passage, leaving no gaps. The heat that had just subsided in her body slowly ignited again with the enormous object within her. She shifted restlessly, her eyes gazing at the man before her like a surging tide, an indescribable allure and charm.

"Xiao Lei, bear with it for a while," he hugged her tightly, responding gently. His handsome face had lost all trace of its usual cold indifference; his eyes, as dark as the night, were burning and deep.

As he spoke, he lifted her buttocks, making her wrap her legs around his waist, like a koala clinging to him. He walked to the mat, slowly sat down, and the moment he landed, he suddenly released his hands from her buttocks. Pei Xiaolei's entire weight pressed down on him, heavily straddling him, the giant dragon inside her plunging deep into her womb.

"Mmm..." She gritted her teeth, a sigh escaping her throat. Her body reflexively straightened, tensing her muscles, her inner walls contracting tightly, squeezing the intruder.

Her second senior brother was simply too huge. Even though her insides were overflowing with love juice and semen as lubrication, her tight passage still felt like it was being torn apart. She struggled to get up, slightly raising her buttocks. Just as the giant dragon was about to leave her, she was forcefully pressed down at the entrance, and her whole body fell heavily back down. From heaven to hell, the giant dragon plunged all the way in, as if its testicles were about to squeeze in.

"Ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." This time she couldn't hold back anymore. The terrifying electric current made her scream uncontrollably, unsure whether it was joy or sorrow.

With a flip, they returned to the missionary position. The doctor looked at the woman beneath him, who was already somewhat lost in passion, smiled, and whispered seductively, "Xiaolei... I'm here!" He then bit down on her tempting, bright red nipple. As she moaned, one hand teased her vulva, caressing and kneading the sensitive protrusion. His thick, hard penis stood erect, thrusting and pounding into her with sharp, heavy strokes, each one so deep and forceful, as if he were pouring out his entire life's energy.

Her body was more sensitive than most. From resistance to acceptance to desire, it didn't take long. Her lust was heightened; her flushed body arched high, legs spread wide, her thirsty opening tightly gripping the massive, burning intruder, swaying with its rise and fall. The point of contact with the man convulsed, copious amounts of fluid gushing out. She gasped for breath, waves of suffocating pleasure washing over her, washing away the last vestiges of clarity in her eyes.

Everything around her seemed to fall silent; the only sounds were his heavy breathing, her panting responses, and the sounds of their bodies colliding.

And… in the distance, in the bushes, those… fox-like eyes that lingered on them…

Author's Note: Happy International Women's Day! May you all have fulfilling sex lives! The saying by Eileen

Chang

, "The way to a woman's heart is through her vagina," finds its greatest resonance here. The three-story library, spanning several thousand square meters, housed medical books and martial arts manuals on the first floor. The second and third floors, aside from a few literary biographies, were entirely filled with erotic illustrations and bedroom manuals.

Pei Xiaolei stared at the magnificent collection of tens of thousands of erotic books, utterly bewildered. Her parents were truly worried about her sexual life; no wonder Ruomei always stopped her from coming here to find books. Scavenging a few decent poems, paintings, novels, and biographies from this vast sea of books was indeed a test of stamina and endurance.

She glanced at the bookshelves, each time stopping to stare in astonishment at the explicit and erotic depictions. In modern times, she had seen plenty of pornography and often secretly searched for and enjoyed explicit novels and pictures online. But none of that could compare to the exquisite realism of these books and illustrations; every color, every movement, every posture… was depicted with lifelike detail. The descriptions were so realistic that anyone who had experienced sex would inevitably resonate with the details depicted in the book and illustrations.

For a moment, the man and woman in the painting seemed to become her and Shan Yi, lost in their passion and infatuation on that sunny afternoon, completely captivated.

"Xiao Lei?" Someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder from behind.

"Ah..." The scroll fell to the ground, her face flushed as she looked at the person, unsure how to react.

"Why are you here alone?" Neng Shang picked up the book expressionlessly, folded it, and put it back on the shelf, asking casually.

"Oh... well..." She lowered her head, swallowed, thought for a moment, and then whispered, "I came to find historical fiction!"

"Fiction and the like are all over here!" He reached out and took her hand, leading her to a small corner of the attic.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her silence, he lifted her chin, which was almost touching the ground, and asked.

"Nothing!" Her face was burning hot. It was so embarrassing! How could she have openly looked at pornographic pictures in front of a man, especially since she had been having such impure fantasies just now? Ahhh... I can't live anymore!

"Pfft..." Neng Shang couldn't help but laugh. "You little slut, you weren't so scared by such a childish picture book that you can't speak, were you?"

"I, I... no way," she retorted, looking up.

"No way?" Doubtful.

"No way..." Firmly... *snap

*... A picture book a hundred times more explicit, pushing the limits of ergonomics, was unfolded in front of the girl.

... She froze, staring at the picture book, her head slowly lowering, her face burning hotter and hotter!

"I don't know what you're being so awkward about. We brothers have been looking at this kind of stuff since we were kids! We study and research it like we study medicine and martial arts." He patted her head and pulled out a few hardcover novels from the high shelf and handed them to her. He continued, "The art of the bedroom is also a science of health preservation and longevity; there's nothing shameful about it."

"Oh..." Hearing his straightforward explanation, the blush on her face slowly faded. Looking up at the man before her, she felt incredibly unprofessional and immoral.

"Then...then...are you all very experienced in clinical practice?" Curiosity killed the cat!

"Clinical experience???" Neng Shang suddenly lowered his head to look at her, silently repeating the word twice before his fox-like eyes flashed with a smile as he asked, "You care about that?"

"No, who cares? I'm just curious...hahaha..." Of course she cared! Don't tell her, her four fellow apprentices were all experts at slaying thousands!

"Really not concerned?"

"Not concerned!" She gritted her teeth, inwardly cursing him. He was even more of a hen's mother than a hen's mother!

"Oh...in that case, I'm leaving." He pursed his lips slightly, his fox-like eyes crinkling into a smile, and with a flick of his sleeve, strode towards the door!

"Hey, Third Senior Brother, wait for me!" Clutching books of all sizes, she chased after him. Suddenly, she swayed, tripped over the hem of her skirt, lost her balance, and crashed violently into a tall, heavy bookshelf beside her.

Whoa...who pushed her down? Thud...what fell down? Crash...oh no...it sounded like the bookshelf and books falling.

...A moment later! She secretly opened her eyes, and a magnified face appeared before her, long, narrow fox-like eyes staring intently at him, their gazes filled with an indescribable intensity.

"Third Senior Brother?" Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, she whispered a reminder. The position where he was pressed so close to her, pinning her down, was truly erotic and ambiguous.

"Are you alright?" He maintained his position, leaning even closer, and asked with concern! The two were too close; his breath brushed against her face, warm and hot.

However, upon closer inspection, she realized that her third senior brother was incredibly handsome, with great skin and striking good looks—almost to the point of being a feast for the eyes. In modern times, he could just stand on the street and have piles of money delivered to his door by plane or rocket. So it's no wonder she was feeling flustered and her mind was racing. But wait, this has been going on for too long, at least several minutes. Third senior brother, aren't you tired carrying such a heavy bookshelf?

"I'm fine… um, third senior brother, let's get up!"

"Studying bedroom arts doesn't necessarily require intercourse with a woman!" he suddenly blurted out, seemingly trying to avoid the topic.

"Huh???…" Her mind hadn't quite processed this sudden shift in thought, and she answered reflexively. Her eyes were still fixed on the man who was getting closer.

"Sigh… let's get up…" he suddenly sighed softly, his long eyelashes fluttering, concealing the heaviness in his eyes, and those slightly unruly fox-like eyes returned. He straightened up slightly, and the bookshelf pressing down on him toppled over. With a wave of his hand, the books and dust that had fallen on him obediently landed. He dusted himself off, stood up with an air of elegance, and she was utterly impressed that he could handle such a disheveled situation with such grace.

She grasped the outstretched hand, pulled herself up with a push, and shook off the dust that had settled on her. Just as she was about to utter a few words of complaint, her eyes lit up. She squatted down again, picked up a book from the ground, and pointed to an open page, eagerly pulling Neng Shang to look.

"It's the Western Poison Evil Man's notes!" Neng Shang recognized the inscription on the book.

"I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd, and suddenly, turning around, I found her where the lights were dim, obtained without any effort!" This time, she was truly laughing out loud. The thing she had been searching for for nearly ten years was actually in her own family's library.

"It blooms once every fifty years, bears fruit once every fifty years—this flower is extraordinary!"

"But our luck can't compare," she said, flicking her notebook and beaming. "This year happens to be the year it blooms and bears fruit!"

"Come on, let's talk to Second Senior Brother!" He smiled upon seeing the description in the book and pulled her outside.

"Okay! Let's hurry!" She was overjoyed and followed him with lightning speed. If what was written in this notebook left by that strange man from the Western Regions called the Western Poison Evil Man was true, then as long as they found that cluster of wondrous flowers, whether they ate its fruit or its blossoms, they could cure the domineering and bizarre martial arts within them. In that case, they could truly have a normal, healthy body.

Author's Note: I've been swamped with trivial matters lately... Updates will be incredibly slow...
It will probably be back to normal by the end of April!
Please forgive me! On the road leading out of the No. 1

Manor

, a magnificent carriage slowly passed by. Beside the carriage stood two neat rows of tall, burly guards with swords. A beautiful woman lifted the carriage curtain, her bright eyes constantly gazing out. This was Pei Xiaolei's first time leaving the manor, her first close encounter with this territory that belonged to her. She was filled with curiosity and longing for everything unknown to the outside world.

Outside the carriage window, the mountains were lush and green, the staggered peaks reflecting each other in verdant hues. Wisps of mist swirled among the mountains, like a vibrant landscape painting, but after a while, it became somewhat tiring. Turning back to sit upright, her eyes inadvertently swept over her third senior brother, Neng Shang, who sat upright beside her, seemingly engrossed in the accounts all day. A hint of helplessness flickered between her brows. At this speed, catching up with her second senior brother, who had rushed out to rescue people three days ago, seemed like a very unrealistic idea.

With a soft sigh, too lazy to bother dismantling his charade, she opened the unexpectedly acquired notebook of the Western Poison Master on the table, carefully examining the plants described within: red leaves, purple stems, thick foliage, dense and long fibrous roots, trumpet-shaped flowers, and pearl-like seeds, growing in vast, barren, and bitter lands. She unfolded the map beside her, pondered for a moment, then picked up her brush and carefully marked two more of the five vast areas she had previously circled.

"Xiaolei, shall we go to these two places first?" A voice and a figure loomed overhead. Ah… finally, someone couldn't bear the silence and broke it.

"Yes!" She put down her brush, looked up at him, a slight smile flashing in her eyes. "What? Not looking at the ledger? I thought you'd been very busy these past few days!" Her slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. After leaving the library

, they hadn't had time to discuss things with their second senior brother, who had suddenly gone out to rescue people; he had hurriedly left the manor. She had initially considered sending someone on horseback to chase after them, but ultimately held back. Anyone who could make her second senior brother so anxious must be extraordinary. She then instructed her third senior brother to arrange carriages and horses, preparing to depart later. Their original route would inevitably pass by her second senior brother's lodgings, allowing them to meet him as soon as possible. However, for some reason, these preparations took a full three days. If she remembered correctly, her senior brothers and sisters usually prepared for long journeys in less than half an hour. Although the carriages were comfortable and the supplies were complete, she always had a nagging feeling that her third senior brother was stalling for time. During these three days, he had suddenly become extremely busy, practically invisible except for occasionally inquiring about her health.

Hearing this, Neng Shang's recently relaxed brows slowly furrowed again, his cunning eyes deflated like punctured balloons, his wariness and fear deepening.

"Actually, you don't need to hide it from me, nor do you need to deliberately delay your departure. Second Senior Brother is going to rescue someone, not to play around, so naturally I won't follow closely and delay the rescue. Therefore, you don't need to be so discreet with me." Her voice was calm and composed, and she wasn't unreasonable.

"I wasn't discreet with you," Neng Shang quickly explained, "I just... didn't know how to tell you!"

"Oh?" She looked up.

"That seriously ill person is Second Senior Brother's cousin."

"Cousin?" She frowned. She remembered that her five senior brothers and sisters were all orphans. How could a cousin suddenly appear?

Neng Shang cautiously looked at his young lady, not daring to say that the cousin, despite her serious illness, was holding a marriage certificate from childhood and had been pestering the skilled doctor to marry her.

Cousin and cousin? Pei Xiaolei's heart tightened slightly, and a thousand possibilities raced through her mind before finally settling on, "Since he's family, he should naturally be even more attentive! Besides, haven't you been with me all this way, Third Senior Brother?"

Hearing this, Nengshang's slender, fox-like eyes lit up, dispelling all his apprehension. A smile spread across his face, and he patted his chest, nodding repeatedly in agreement: "Of course! As long as it's for our Xiaolei, Third Senior Brother would go to any lengths, even if it meant climbing mountains or diving into seas!"

Although she smiled faintly, she had no desire to continue the topic. Her thoughts returned to the map, and pointing to the two places she had just marked, she explained, "Plants have thick stems and leaves, and dense, long roots. Generally, this is because they need to store water and absorb moisture from deep underground. Of the five places we selected earlier, three are in humid, river-rich areas. Only Liaobei and Xining, these two barren and cold places, are in arid regions. Let's go to those two places first."

"Okay!"

"Later we'll send a letter and map to Second Senior Brother, telling him to come and meet us when he's done with his work!"

"...Okay!"

"Hmm... Nanning is located in a border fortress. I heard that Eldest Senior Brother has been working here for the past two years, and I haven't seen him in a long time. This time we can go around to see him."

"Okay."

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"What's wrong?" The gaze emanating from her was impossible to ignore; Pei Xiaolei couldn't help but look up and ask.

"It's nothing!" Neng Shang withdrew his gaze from her, saying with some interest, "It's just that it's been a long time since I've seen such a serious young lady!"

She tilted her head, carefully observing the man before her, only then realizing that since merging her soul, her personality and behavior seemed to lean more towards her 21st-century self. Compared to the meticulous and earnest young lady of the past, she now seemed a bit more carefree. However, being more cheerful, smiling more, and talking more nonsense wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Suddenly, an extremely cheesy question popped into her head. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Third Senior Brother, which do you prefer, the old me or the current me?"

He paused, clearly taken aback by her cheesiness. His gaze lingered for a while before calming down. Then, looking into her eyes, he replied with doting affection, "What 'old' and 'current'? No matter what happened, Xiaolei is Xiaolei. In my heart, that has never changed!"

"I see!" she replied casually, but a warm feeling quietly welled up inside her. She lowered her head slightly, continuing to study the map, inadvertently missing the resolute yet tender look in his fox-like eyes.

In ancient times, when transportation was underdeveloped, traveling from one town to another would take at least ten days to half a month. After nearly ten days of trekking through mountains and rivers, the group from the Number One Manor finally arrived at a bustling city.

"Miss, we've arrived. Please alight from the carriage," Ruomei's voice came from outside. She lifted the curtain and gracefully stepped down from the carriage, using the low wooden stool in front of her. Refusing the maid Ruomei's offer to help her up, she looked up at the magnificent palace and resplendent golden roof before her, the imposing character "Pei" inscribed on the gilded plaque. Indeed, this mansion was merely one of the villas of their number one manor.

"Get up!" Ignoring the bewildered looks on the faces of the kneeling servants, she strode straight into the mansion.

"Get up, all of you!" came Neng Shang's cold voice and the rustling of clothes.

Inside, the stone walls were like jade, the beams and pillars carved and painted, flowers blooming in profusion, a picturesque scene. This building, praised by countless skilled craftsmen, was beautiful and elegant, yet utterly unoriginal. She stared at Neng Shang with a dark expression, as if she had swallowed half an egg, wanting to ask, "Third Senior Brother, can't you afford a landscape designer and craftsmen?" She had finally managed to leave Yiqing Pavilion, wanting to see the outside world, the various gardens and buildings, but after wandering around, it felt as if she had returned to the place where she had lived for eighteen years.

The same trees, the same rocky hills, the same furnishings, the same boudoir, even the same clothes and decorations. Her initial anticipation and curiosity about this mansion, which she had felt outside the door, was instantly dashed, leaving her shivering.

"Xiaolei, do you like it here?" The culprit who had shattered her hopes looked at her with a smile.

"I love it!" A sweet smile followed!

"You should rest well today and recharge. Tomorrow is the Qixi Festival; I'll take you out for a stroll." He casually said something that instantly made her heart flutter.

[Background Explanation:
The Qixi Festival here is somewhat of a combination of the Chinese Lantern Festival, the Chinese Valentine's Day, and a touch of the Western Valentine's Day. On this day, unmarried men and women dress in their finest clothes, eat glutinous rice balls, solve riddles, watch flower boats, and admire the moonlight. Women make a kind of pastry called "lao guozi" for their sweethearts, while men present their beloved with a beautiful flower.]

The Number One Manor Under Heaven: Originating from commerce, established on culture, and intimidated by force. Eighty years ago, Pei Xiaolei's great-great-grandfather purchased this land, spanning over 500,000 square meters, located at the border of the Qin and Chu states. Over the next two generations, it flourished even more, its area expanding several times over. The land was fertile, and its strategic location made it a thriving commercial center, resulting in a wealthy populace. Although both Qin and Chu coveted this place, its strategic location and defensive advantages, coupled with the Pei family's fierce and invincible army, prevented them from conquering it. They could only admire its might from afar, and thus bestowed great honors and titles upon this yet-to-be-established, Number One Manor Under Heaven, hoping to win it over and bring it under their control.
Five individuals—a martial arts expert, a skilled physician, a shrewd businessman, a scholar, and a connoisseur of fine dining—all identify themselves as Pei Xing, the adopted son and daughter of Pei Ming, the lord of the Number One Manor Under Heaven. They assist Pei Xiaolei in managing various affairs within the territory. Most of the Pei family mansions and villas throughout the territory were built, purchased, and managed by traveling merchants. The ancient market festivals

along West Lake

were no less vibrant than modern ones, bustling with activity, crowds, and lively atmosphere. Pei Xiaolei's curious eyes constantly explored her surroundings, her body moving forward with the throng of people. The traveling merchant beside her held her hand tightly, shielding her from the crowd. The servants who had come with them had long since been scattered, but fortunately, they had been instructed beforehand that anyone who got lost should return to the mansion.

Where there are people, there is business—a principle that holds true throughout history and across cultures. Early in the morning, vendors of all sizes from miles around gathered here, their shouts and calls rising and falling, displaying a dazzling array of seasonal goods. Women's money is the easiest to earn in the world. Every vendor and shopkeeper Pei Xiaolei stopped at was grinning from ear to ear. Although this beautiful young lady mostly just looked and didn't buy, the man behind her was no ordinary person; anything she glanced at was bought up.

Night.

The bustling streets along West Lake hadn't yet faded, but the lake itself was already ablaze with noise and luxury. Night had just fallen, and West Lake was already teeming with boats of all sizes. Painted boats, small boats, multi-story ships, sampans… all brightly lit, the lake ablaze with lights. The boats crisscrossed and crisscrossed, their lights reflecting on the water and gleaming in the silvery light of the high-hanging moon, creating a dreamlike scene.

Pei Xiaolei sat on a painted boat, a gentle breeze carrying moisture blowing against her face, lightly lifting a few strands of hair from her forehead, causing them to dance in the wind. The lively scene before her made her feel pleasant. A slight frown and a gentle smile, like a warm ray of sunshine in the night, subtly reflected in everyone's eyes, were both angelic and alluring.

Meanwhile, Neng Shang had maintained a cold expression all night. His bloodthirsty fox-like eyes, for the thousandth and first time, scared away the group of lecherous men clutching various flowers, as well as the brightly dressed women ready to offer him fried cakes.

For a moment, the lovesick men and women in the pleasure boat were immersed in a subtle atmosphere.

The proprietress of the pleasure boat, a shrewd woman, naturally dared not offend the generous guest who had booked the entire second-floor private room. However, on this festive day, she didn't want to offend the local patrons on the first floor. With a wave of her long sleeves, a beautiful singing girl appeared. With a sharp "snap" of her bamboo clappers, everyone's attention was drawn to her. Then, a melodious and beautiful piano tune followed, its long and clear sound ringing out...

It's a story about the Double Seventh Festival. A beautiful noblewoman fell in love with a poor man. Her family vehemently opposed the relationship, offering bribes and even resorting to force, but nothing could shake their resolve. They vowed to elope by West Lake, but on the day of their elopement, West Lake was struck by a once-in-a-century flood. The woman was swept into the center of the lake, and the man swore an oath in his blood to drain the lake and rescue his beloved. His devotion moved the heavens. The next day, West Lake dried up overnight, and the woman transformed into a lotus bud in the center of the lake. She needed the man's blood to bloom and bear fruit, eventually becoming a human. The man watered the lotus with a bowl of blood every day, and finally, on the Double Seventh Festival, the lotus ripened and fell, the woman was reborn, and she and the devoted man transformed into butterflies and ascended to immortality.

Perhaps the story was too fantastical, or perhaps the singer was too delicate-looking, for as soon as the story ended, a burly bearded man jumped up and interrupted, shouting, "Nonsense! Forget snow lotus, no one has ever successfully grown a lotus in West Lake! This girl is clearly trying to fool everyone!" Upon hearing this, the surrounding men and women nodded in agreement. Everyone knew that West Lake couldn't even grow a single blade of grass, let alone a flower.

"A bunch of brats, what do you know!" Before the singer could retort, an elderly man over sixty years old stood up, pointed to the lake in the distance, and loudly proclaimed, "Twenty years ago, Master Pei plucked a snow lotus from the depths of the lake and gave it to his wife! I saw it with my own eyes! The breathtaking beauty of that snow lotus still moves me to tears!" These words immediately caused an uproar among the audience. This old man was a well-known know-it-all in town; nine times out of ten, what he said was true. Could it be that the legendary snow lotus really grew beneath the surface of West Lake, where even a slight

approach felt like being chilled to the bone? "The ends of the earth may be reached, but longing knows no bounds. Since ancient times, love has been the source of many heartbreaks; this sorrow has nothing to do with lotus or moon. Who would have thought that so many touching and romantic tales would have

unfolded on West Lake? Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" Pei Xiaolei, after drinking a cup of wine, looked at the commotion below and spoke with a mixture of sighs, admiration, and pride. Indeed, no matter where or what era, lakes are always a popular place for weaving love stories and providing a stage for lovers to express their affections! Her eyes held a hint of intoxication, and her voice was gentle and beautiful, as if she possessed a natural magic that could move people. Her voice, neither too loud nor too soft, was clearly audible to everyone below, and all eyes immediately returned to the couple on the second floor.

"The ends of the earth may be reached, but the longing for you is endless. Since ancient times, love has been a source of deep sorrow, and this regret has nothing to do with lotus or moon." The old man murmured, repeating the poem. He slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Well said, Miss! Wonderful!" With that, he leaped up to the second floor in a few bounds, heading straight for Pei Xiaolei. But when he was three steps away, his expression suddenly changed. He stopped, and after a moment, his eyes slightly red and his voice trembling, he asked, "You...you are the young lady of the number one manor in the world?"

Pei Xiaolei raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying. Not to mention that her trip was a secret, given her years of seclusion, the number of people who had seen her was practically nonexistent. This old man was not in her memory.

"Step back!" Neng Shang's sword was already pointed at the old man's head, a sharp sword aura rising. If he dared to take another step forward, blood would instantly splatter everywhere. Facing the sharp sword before him, the old man showed no sign of panic. Instead, he turned and stared intently at Neng Shang, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions that, after several attempts to contain them, finally spilled over.

The old man took two steps back as instructed, then suddenly bent over and knelt heavily with a thud. His aged voice was hoarse with emotion: "Former head of the First Manor's Secretariat, this sinful slave, Xiao Qiang, pays respects to Miss and Third Young Master!"

Neng Shang sheathed his sword, his eyes also filled with surprise. Fifteen years ago, the Secretariat had been negligent in its duties, allowing spies to infiltrate and bribe its members, successfully stealing a large number of confidential documents. Afterwards, the Secretariat members suffered heavy losses, ranging from losing their martial arts skills to being dismembered. Only Xiao Qiang, having redeemed himself through merit and being the former master's direct disciple, had escaped unscathed. However, the rules of the Number One Manor under Heaven were as hard as iron. Even if he knelt before the manor lord for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, and even lowered himself to the status of a slave, he still couldn't escape being expelled from the manor for his ineffective supervision. His

master, Master Xiao, who had personally taught him martial arts fifteen years ago, was no longer the valiant figure he once was. He humbly prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Although Master Xiao had only been his master for a month, a teacher for a day is a teacher for life, and Master Xiao ultimately stepped aside to avoid this bow.

Seeing the old man kneeling for so long and the young lady showing no intention of urging him to rise, he sighed and stepped forward to help Xiao Qiang up. However, a singing girl who had somehow gone up to the second floor beat him to it. After gently helping the old man up, the woman herself suddenly knelt down and performed a deep bow, saying loudly, "This sinful servant, Xiao Ziye, pays his respects to the young lady. My father failed in his duty all those years ago because he had to take care of me, his sick and unfilial son. For so many years, he has been depressed because of this. His only hope in this life is to one day return to the number one manor in the world and be able to confess his sins before the graves of the old manor lord and my two senior uncles. I beg..."

Before the singing girl could finish speaking, the old man knelt down again with a thud, interrupting his request. He said with a sob in his voice, "This sinful servant no longer dares to ask for anything else. I only beg the young lady to accept my unfilial son so that he can atone for my past sins."

Pei Xiaolei glanced at the two people at her feet, then at Neng Shang, whose gaze was complicated. Her mind raced through various information about the long-lost Mu tribe.

Xiao Qiang, one of her grandfather's three direct disciples, her father's third senior brother, the supervisor of the manor's direct command, and the mentor of her senior brothers, was responsible for a serious incident fifteen years ago. Due to negligence, a spy infiltrated the manor and successfully stole secrets, resulting in the tragic deaths of her eldest and second senior uncles. Although Xiao Qiang ultimately killed the spy, retrieved most of the secrets, and avenged his two uncles, the tragedy of a parent outliving their child dealt a heavy blow to her ailing grandfather, who never recovered.

Her father, unwilling to lose another brother, did not punish Xiao Qiang severely. He simply had him and his only son, who had not eaten or drunk anything for three days, sent out of the manor, and ordered him never to set foot in the manor again.

She was just going out; how could she have run into him so coincidentally? She frowned slightly, parted her red lips, and slowly drank a glass of sweet fruit wine before speaking calmly, "The number one manor in the world does not accept useless people!"

Upon hearing this, the kneeling singer rose, suddenly lifting her hand from her face to reveal a handsome man's features. Then, her slender body began to swell and grow taller, and in the blink of an eye, a tall and imposing man stood before her.

Pei Xiaolei calmly observed the man before her, whose gaze was clear and direct, but inwardly she was genuinely astonished. The ability to instantly change appearance and gender was truly remarkable, a thousand times more powerful than even the national treasure-level Sichuan opera face-changing technique. The people trained by the Mubu (a military unit) were indeed exceptional.

Suddenly, the man in front of her flashed, and the flower ball that had been hanging dozens of meters high atop the painted boat's pillar appeared before her. He offered it to her with a reverent expression, saying expectantly, "Miss, please accept this!"

Pei Xiaolei glanced indifferently at the brightly colored flower ball, the size of a water dish, neither answering nor accepting it. But the increasingly dark expression on her third senior brother's face made her suddenly feel very sleepy!

"Third senior brother, let's go back, I'm tired!" She stood up, not even glancing at the old man and young woman before her. She walked straight to the window, where Neng Shangheng picked her up. With a few light leaps, they were already dozens of feet away. A cold voice drifted from afar, "If you can keep up, come on!" Immediately, the two old men and young women on the boat leaped after them, disappearing from sight in a few bounds.

The men and women on the first floor of the pleasure boat stared in disbelief at the ever-changing scene in the private rooms on the second floor… Some overheard words that sounded like "love" or "not love," while others vaguely saw two men and a woman, beautiful as a dream, walking away together under the moonlight…

This year, this night, on this West Lake, on this Mid-Autumn Festival, a new legend, a new story unfolded… perhaps about love, perhaps about passion…

A Night of Confusion (Part 1)

That night, a bright crescent moon hung high in the dark sky, dotted with a few stars that shone brightly beside it. Apart from the occasional murmur of insects, the Pei residence was utterly tranquil. The picturesque mansion was shrouded in the hazy moonlight, serene and enchanting.

Startled awake by a sudden chill, Pei Xiaolei opened her eyes slightly. A cool, faint, and captivating fragrance wafted into her nostrils, mesmerizing her. Looking towards the table, she saw a lotus flower the size of a bowl, its fiery red center and pure white, crystalline petals blooming quietly in a jade-like pool of water, a breathtakingly beautiful sight. She threw back the covers, draped a dark-colored robe over her snow-white, jade-like skin and her exquisitely curvaceous figure, enough to make any man's nose bleed. She had always had the habit of sleeping naked, and now, whenever the opportunity arose, she would remove all restraints at night, allowing her body to return to its natural state.

She took a few steps closer to the lotus flower, its fragrance and chill washing over her. She frowned, noticing the tiny drops of blood still clinging to the vibrant center of the blossom.

Pulling her clothes tighter, she pushed open the door and walked towards the still-lit study in the distance.

"Ziye, you may leave!" she waved her hand

dismissively. "Yes!" A respectful reply came from behind her, followed by a whoosh as if a figure had vanished.

The door clicked open.

"Xiaolei?" The man inside looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes. His clothes were still soaking wet, dripping onto the floor, and strips of cloth wrapped around his wrists, seeping blood.

She walked to him, picked up a towel, and silently wiped his hair, face, and neck, heavily and forcefully, each wipe causing a flush to rise on his skin.

Her cold eyes swept over him, utterly expressionless. Neng Shang panicked, grabbing her hand and saying nervously, "I'm fine, I'm alright! Xiao Lei, look?"

She looked up at him, saying each word clearly, "Take off your clothes!"

...

"Take off your clothes!" Her voice was even colder!

With a few quick rustles, Neng Shang immediately stripped himself naked, his gaze still fixed on Pei Xiao Lei with worry.

Approaching, her warm breath mingled with his icy body temperature, and a dry towel absorbed the moisture from his body. She slowly eroded what little rationality he had left.

"I can do it myself!" He reached for the towel, but she held on tightly, their eyes meeting!

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." He released her, instead holding her tightly as she remained taut, his voice low and filled with regret as he apologized. "Really, I won't, please don't do this!"

A long, tense silence ensued until she let out a deep sigh, her stubborn body softening, and she finally spoke in a muffled voice: "I have no other family! You know that?"

"Yes! I'm sorry!" she apologized softly, her arms tightening around him.

"I don't need those ethereal things, I just need you all to stay by my side."

"Yes!" she nodded.

"You promised me, you must keep your word!"

"Okay!"

...One minute, two minutes, three minutes... a dozen minutes later...

"Third Senior Brother..." she finally couldn't help but speak softly, her face flushed.

"Hmm?" Neng Shang looked down at her and asked.

"You, first... let me go..." Her head lowered even further, her body struggling slightly. Once she calmed down, she realized what she had just done—in the middle of the night, she had been incredibly bold.

"Don't move, just like that, just a little longer..." His arms tightened, his voice low and indistinct, his fox-like eyes gleaming. The male body, no longer cold, pressed against hers, its alluring heat seeping through her thin coat.

His strong, honest desire pressed against her. She stiffened, afraid to move an inch. Despite the humid heat around her, her palms were slightly sweaty.

Another long, unbearable silence ensued! He didn't speak, and she dared not speak either.

"Go back!" Neng Shang released her, grabbed a dry garment from beside him, and casually draped it over himself.

"Oh, oh..." She breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out as if fleeing, but her weak legs betrayed her, stepping on the trailing hem of her skirt. With a whoosh, the belt came undone...

Neng Shang quickly stepped forward to catch her. Her open garment, her flushed body, her red face, pressed tightly together. Everything seemed so natural. She took his injured hand, slightly cold from blood loss, and gently touched her face, the cool touch surprisingly comforting. Neng Shang gazed at her intently, his other hand gently cupping her delicate face, tracing its contours. Reaching her lips, his fingers lightly traced the shape of her pink lips as he said, "Xiao Lei, we've been married for ten years! I was serious about that marriage!" This gentle, earnest tone, tinged with a hint of pleading sadness, was so unlike him.

But then she thought back—yes, that unique five-person wedding with one bride and four grooms, it seemed she was the only one who wasn't serious.

"I know!" He raised an eyebrow, mischievously opening his mouth slightly, and took a finger into his mouth, his long fingers gently probing inside, making her smooth, moist mouth and her empty heart itch with a sensation.

They were lying naked on the long couch in the study, their hot breaths mingling in the air. He spread her legs, kneeling between them, his manhood pressed against her entrance, not penetrating, but restlessly exploring around her vulva, igniting desire. She gripped the couch arm, a wave of emptiness washing over her, her lower body trembling with a wet, yearning sensation.

As if sensing her arousal, his soft lips reluctantly left the round, luscious breast he had been sucking. His fox-like eyes, gleaming, gazed tenderly at Pei Xiaolei, whose breathing was now equally erratic. His slender fingers traced her sweaty, flushed face as he asked in a hoarse, husky voice, "Is it alright?" Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes brimming with suppressed desire.

Perhaps it was the dreamlike night, the romantic moonlight, or perhaps it was simply the overwhelming sadness and sentimentality of their words.

She smiled, reaching out to pull him down, her fingers digging deep into his strong back. "Ah..." Instantly, her lower body was filled tightly, the hot iron rod thrusting in all the way.

"Ugh!" Neng Shang sighed, the narrow passage squeezing his huge member, the warm, moist body temperature, the lubricated inner walls like countless tiny mouths eagerly sucking at him, the intense stimulation causing him to ache all over, desperately wanting to release. But, could the petite and delicate woman beneath him withstand his intense love?

Lifting his firm hips, his hot member gently withdrew completely from her warm body, the huge, dark purple member, covered in love fluid, gently rubbing up and down, inside and out, at her vulva, until the slippery love fluid on his hard desire had smeared all around her clitoris before stopping, his mouth then licking her chest.

Pei Xiaolei's body was tense. Every movement of her vulva gave her intense stimulation. Her pink inner orifice, which had been regained and then lost, opened and closed slightly, ready to devour the huge,

muscular man who had been teasing and causing trouble outside, yet never actually entered her home. He was doing it on purpose, Pei Xiaolei pouted, looking at the man on top of her with dissatisfaction. He was clearly already red-faced and bulging with veins, yet he was still playing around, showing off his skills.

"I'm going back!" She took a deep breath, suppressing her burning desire, and forcefully pushed the man off her. She made a move to get up. If he wanted to torture himself, he could do it himself; he shouldn't drag her into it.

"Go back there? Hmm?" His fox-like eyes, red with greed, narrowed as he roughly pressed her body down, lifting her hips, and thrusting firmly into her core, a brutal and punitive assault. Each thrust was deadly, precisely hitting her sensitive spots, sending jolts of electricity through her body, eliciting screams. The

elegant, spacious study was dimly lit, the man's heavy breathing and the woman's soft moans mingling with the sounds of flesh slapping and colliding.

"Ugh...slower...slower...ah..." Her hoarse, fragmented moans and protests were ignored; her panting mouth was immediately sealed, their lips locked. The red-hot iron inside her, unsatisfied, attacked even more violently and rapidly, the deep and shallow thrusts creating a chaotic flow of fluid, some flowing deep into her womb, others gushing out with each stroke.

"Ahhh...no...ah...no more..." A spasm, her inner orifice contracted tightly, clamping down on the rampaging man inside her. She arched her body, trembling all over, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, ignoring the overflowing pool of blood, and pounced on Neng Shang.

Neng Shang only felt a sharp pain from the man's grip, and when he came to his senses, Pei Xiaolei was already straddling him, her pink and fiery body tightly sucking on him. He smiled, but his foxy eyes looked at her with a resentful look.

She pressed her heart, which was about to explode, and begged for mercy in a trembling, incoherent voice: "Let me...let me...rest...a little."

Author's note: ...Let me rest too! ~Take a few deep breaths~ Huff huff huff~ I'm so tired from writing this~~~ 03-07 Night of Confusion (Part 2)

"Ahhh...no...ah...no more..." A spasm, her body contracted tightly, clamping down on the rampaging man inside her. She arched her back, trembling all over, her body drenched in a thin layer of sweat. Ignoring the pool of moisture overflowing from her lower body, she lunged at Neng Shang.

Neng Shang felt a sharp pain from the man's penis. When he came to his senses, Pei Xiaolei was already straddling him, her pink and fiery body tightly sucking into him. A smile played on his lips, but his fox-like eyes looked at her

with a hint of resentment. She pressed her heart, which was about to burst, and begged in a trembling, incoherent voice, "Let me...let me...rest...for a bit."

"Okay!" He was very easy to talk to, and he agreed with a gentle laugh. His long, narrow fox-like eyes shimmered with an alluring quality in the flickering candlelight. His thick, hard penis was contentedly inside her small body. His hands caressed her slender waist, his long fingers tracing the smooth skin. Thin calluses slid down her abdomen from her navel, exploring the wet pubic hair. The swollen, deep red clitoris stood erect, and with just a light touch, it twitched and trembled slightly.

"Ugh...no more! Ah..." Holding his hands down, Pei Xiaolei glared at him through gritted teeth, her eyes glazed over. Her body involuntarily twitched, lifting slightly as she released the massive, engorged member inside her. As soon as the tightly sealed opening opened, a torrent of fluids, some thin, some thick, rushed out, flowing down the enormous penis and onto Neng Shang's body. Instantly, his pubic hair and scrotum became soaked.

Serves him right! Pei Xiaolei breathed heavily, pouting, looking at him with a hint of schadenfreude, her eyes filled with triumphant satisfaction.

"Naughty..." A doting scolding, his dark fox-like eyes flashing with a heart-stopping undercurrent. He adjusted his position, arched his back, and sat up. His massive, engorged member, already half-withdrawn and covered in dark veins, dripping with love fluid, slid a little further into her secret place. The strange friction between the rough, protruding male skin and the sensitive, rosy female body immediately ignited a fire between them.

"Mmm..."

she gasped softly, and he frowned, suppressing his desire.

The friction between their positions produced a strange pleasure, a tipsy, itchy sensation. In the heat of passion, her skin bloomed like a vibrant rose, shimmering with a faint, alluring glow under the lamplight. Her rosy lips trembled slightly, as if both yearning and pleading. A large amount of thick, slippery love fluid dripped down her inner thighs, onto Neng Shang's body, and onto the bed, soaking the warm blanket beneath her.

"Listen to me, I will love you gently!" The enchanting voice had barely faded when the hands holding Pei Xiaolei's waist pressed down forcefully. With a soft "plop," her already weak legs gave way, and she slumped heavily back down. "Ah..." she winced slightly, a muffled cry escaping her lips. The thick, steel-like man beneath her, using the weight of her falling body, thrust deep into her narrow passage. The tight inner walls squeezed him tightly; she had no strength left, all her weight resting on him, her sensitive nerves focused on the flower-like opening that greedily devoured him.

She held him tightly, as if trying to merge him into her body; this feeling of being completely filled by a man was both blissful and empty.

Neng Shang lowered his head and nestled close to Pei Xiaolei's neck, his warm breath brushing against her delicate skin. His teasing tongue licked along the back of her ear, moving towards her soft earlobe. One hand encircled her back, his calloused palm stroking her smooth skin down her spine, while his other hand rested on her firm breasts, gently pinching and swirling them.

"Hehehe...it tickles..." The tingling sensation on the back of her ear and the hand exploring her sensitive area on her waist seemed to have touched a nerve, making her giggle. Her flushed body trembled slightly with the laughter, her lower abdomen contracting with each breath.

"Don't move!" Neng Shang's breathing became heavier, the desire in his fox-like eyes intensifying. The woman's distraction displeased him. He raised an eyebrow, and with a slightly punitive air, lowered his head and used his tongue to take Pei Xiaolei's alluring red nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it, his teeth gently nibbling.

"Mmm..." She trembled, her legs clamping tightly around her body, reflexively straightening herself, her chest arching even closer to him, her soft, white breasts being pressed more firmly into his mouth, allowing him to ravage them. Yet, wherever Neng Shang's large hands touched, she still felt a ticklish, itchy sensation that made her smile broadly.

Neng Shang, having skillfully licked her breasts, resentfully released the rosy nipples he had been gently biting, looking up at her with a hint of defeat as she giggled incessantly. The man inside her, squeezed tighter, was even more aroused, clamoring for release. But the woman on top of him ignored his warnings, laughing even more fiercely, her body swaying incessantly, her wet, hot passage contracting and trembling rapidly, greedily swallowing the invading dragon bite by bite.

"Stop laughing!" Seeing that he couldn't stop her, the fox-like man's eyes narrowed, and he kissed Pei Xiaolei, who couldn't stop laughing. Her pink lips were completely swallowed, every inch of them licked clean. His nimble tongue darted into her mouth, intertwining with hers, their heavy breaths assaulting their eardrums.

"Mmm..." A few seconds later, Pei Xiaolei, who had lost the right to laugh and was almost suffocated by the kiss, raised her small fists and pounded on the man she was straddling, until he couldn't withstand her violence and left her slightly red lips, panting.

Once back in the embrace of oxygen, she immediately took several deep breaths of the long-lost fresh air. After her head cleared a bit, she looked at Neng Shang with dissatisfaction and said angrily, "Liar, you said you would be gentle!"

"Who told you not to concentrate!" she retorted, somewhat annoyed and dismissive. After speaking, he glared fiercely at her, slowly lowering her inch by inch until he was in a position that satisfied him. Once a man, still flushed with blood, seizes the initiative, he naturally sheds his previous gloom and becomes incredibly vigorous. He positioned himself between the woman's legs, one hand around her soft, slender waist, the other supporting his swollen, enormous member, withdrawing completely from the cave that had almost strangled him. The brown python trailed a long strand of liquid and a large amount of white, cloudy fluid.

Her previously overflowing lower body suddenly felt empty. Pei Xiaolei's dazed eyes looked at the man on top of her with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He

licked her lips and whispered, "Next time, I'll definitely be gentle!"

Having finished speaking, the man, who had been holding back his desire for so long, now brimming with passion and fighting spirit, aimed at the not-yet-fully-closed, red and tender opening and thrust in fiercely. His long, thick, hard, and burning-hot member pounded all the way in, penetrating to the deepest point and brutally slamming against a sensitive spot.

"Ah...ha...haha...ah ah..." Pei Xiaolei was so overwhelmed by the impact that she almost bounced up, a massive surge of love washing over her, sweeping away all her thoughts.

He was panting heavily, his eyes deep and unfathomable, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His erect penis, stained with lust, relentlessly attacked the woman beneath him, withdrawing only to thrust in again...

"Ah... be gentle... Third Senior Brother, haha... be gentle... ahh..." She struggled, looking down at her vagina being fiercely penetrated. Her long legs were spread wide open, the hot, enormous penis moving freely within her wet vagina, thrusting and withdrawing rapidly. Each intense impact sent a jolt through her body.

Her bright eyes slowly glazed over, her face flushed as she looked at the man on top of her, desperately trying to please her. Her snow-white body swayed and rose with his powerful thrusts, the sturdy wooden bed creaking as it shook.

"Ah...ah...slower...please...slower..." His long-suppressed desire was too great; once the reins were released, his demands became uncontrollable. Her lower body was filled to the brim, with a tearing pain. Every inch of space lost inside her brought waves of violent pleasure mixed with trembling pain, crashing heavily against her heart, making her cry out and beg for help. Her soft,

coquettish cries only intensified the stimulation to her body. Her narrow, fiery body simply couldn't contain him; the tightness and wetness of her inner orifice were enough to drive this man in his prime, with his intense desires, out of his mind. He called out her name loudly, thrusting more and more frantically each time, until she fainted from love. Only after he released his last seed inside her did he stop to rest, holding her close as they fell into a deep sleep.

Where two young and beautiful bodies were still joined, a large amount of milky white and transparent mixture gushed out…

Author's Note: My original intention was to write erotica, but why do I feel like I'm increasingly heading down the path of pornography?
Different male leads for different kinds of H? orz… *looks up at the sky* Actually… actually… I'm a pure person, my skills are limited, *crying*…
Could it be, could it be… I should write SM to highlight the differences? The cicadas in the early summer

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outside the window were noisily chirping. Pei Xiaolei was woken up early by the noise, her brows furrowed, her hands covering her ears. So sleepy, let her sleep some more, please, stop chirping. But humans and insects are different. The little creatures outside, commonly known as cicadas, were clearly oblivious to her troubles, continuing their lively "chirp, chirp…" chirping incessantly.

She raised her hand, pressed her throbbing head, and opened her eyes helplessly. She slightly turned her body, which was lying on her side. Her body ached, as if it had been dismantled, and she felt completely exhausted. She forcefully pulled away the large hand that was wrapped around her waist, slightly shifting away from the warmth of the man's body pressed against her back.

With a slight movement, her lower body trembled, and slowly slid out the weapon that had tormented her all night yesterday. Her face flushed slightly, a red blush rising. Yesterday, she had actually curled up like this, sleeping in his arms in the same position all night long. This, this was really... Thinking back to last night, the loss of control between the two of them, oh my god... oh my god... her face was so hot that it could fry an egg!

"Hmm!" A murmur came from behind her. Neng Shang turned over and lay flat on his back.

The enemy moves, I move. Seeing the situation, she immediately dragged her aching body, sat up, and gazed intently at the sleeping man beside her. His long eyelashes trembled slightly against his slender, fox-like eyes. His thin lips were slightly pursed, a gentle curve at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully, even with a hint of happiness.

How could things have turned out like that last night? She stared at the sleeping beauty before her, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" She didn't know when, but the sleeping beauty had woken up, his fox-like eyes blinking, looking at her with an ambiguous expression.

She followed his increasingly interested gaze downwards, dumbfounded. "Ah!!" A sudden realization struck her. She immediately grabbed the only blanket on the bed and wrapped it around her white body, which was covered in bruises and hickeys.

Good, she was completely wrapped up, while the other person on the bed was thus exposed naked to the light of day. However, he wasn't as shy as she was. And there he was, propping his head up with his hand, looking at her with a carefree air. There wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shyness in his smile, and his posture, his gaze—well, let's just say it was... there was even a hint of languid, foxy sexiness.

"Are you... alright?" Feeling a chill run down her spine, Pei Xiaolei, rather unkindly and in a melodramatic way, stole the line that should have been the male protagonist's tender and considerate declaration from countless erotic novels.

"Me?" He looked down at himself, answering her somewhat strangely, "I'm fine!"

"Good, good..." she said, her head bowed, avoiding his gaze, her mind a jumble, unable to find the right words.

"Um, the clothes, the clothes are over there!" she said softly, pointing to the pile of clothes scattered on the floor.

"Okay," he said, getting up, his back to her, and beginning to dress. She secretly raised her head, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of lust as she looked at him. And you know what? Her third senior brother—tall and muscular, without an ounce of excess fat, his muscles and lines perfectly combined, far better than David under Michelangelo's knife.

"Let's go!" He turned, his narrow, fox-like eyes meeting the gaze of the woman who was drooling as she studied the lines of his back.

"Go...go where?" She swallowed hard, pulled the blanket tighter around herself, and asked nervously, looking at the man approaching her.

Neng Shang scooped her up and burst through the door, his light, sly voice coming from above: "To take a bath!"

She had wronged Neng Shang; the architecture of this house was different from her Yiqing Residence. At least her Yiqing Residence didn't have such a huge, luxurious hot spring bath.

As soon as Neng Shang entered the hot spring bath, he quickly stripped himself naked, then, holding Pei Xiaolei, whose blanket he had pulled off and whose face was flushed as she buried herself in his arms, they slowly stepped into the warm water. The pool water was very clean, a pale yellow, and crystal clear. Although it was a hot spring, it had absolutely no unpleasant sulfur smell, and the air was fresh and pleasant.

Neng Shang placed her on the steps, the warm water reaching her chest. He picked up some *Zhu Ling* (a type of fungus) from beside the bath, mixed it with water, and applied it to her loose, black hair. He gently rubbed and washed her head, even giving it a light massage. After washing her thoroughly, he scooped up some clean water to rinse off the foam, then gently combed her soft, black hair, which was half-submerged in the water and exuded a faint floral fragrance, with a horn comb.

Pei Xiaolei kept her head down, her face flushed. She hadn't uttered a single sound since entering, silently waiting for the good fortune to fall from the sky. Like a wooden doll, she let Neng Shang wash her hair clean, let him help her into the water, and let him use a soft towel to wash away the traces of their lovemaking from the previous night.

Seeing that she remained silent the whole way, he gently turned her over, making her grab the edge of the pool with both hands. He then wrapped his arms around her from behind, using his feet to pry her legs apart and spread her thighs.

"You...you...what are you doing?" This position finally made Pei Xiaolei crawl out of her shell! She looked up and tilted her head to ask the person behind her.

Neng Shang tightened his grip on her slender waist, calmly saying, "Take a bath!" Meanwhile, a large hand encircled her waist from behind, pressing against her lower abdomen and slowly moving downwards, covering her pubic hair, now matted and clump-like with her love fluids. His fingers rubbed and grasped in the water, the sticky fluids slowly dissolving. Two slender fingers then parted her swollen petals, letting the warm water flow in, gently rubbing the folds of her vulva.

"Mmm... Third Senior Brother, no..." She shook her head, reflexively releasing one hand gripping the edge of the tub, rushing back to her lower body, tightly pressing down on Neng Shang's large hand.

"Or... do it yourself!" Neng Shang's deep, seductive voice whispered in her ear, his large hand withdrawing, leaving only her white fingers covering her private parts.

"No!" she cried, immediately letting go! Turning to face Neng Shang, her face flushed, she stared straight at him, stubbornly pouting. She refused to do something like masturbation in front of a man; it was too embarrassing!

"Then listen to me!" Neng Shang smiled and kissed her luscious lips. His strong hand tightly embraced her back, supporting her entire weight, while his other hand returned to its place. Taking advantage of Pei Xiaolei's dazed state from his kiss, he slipped a finger into her tight opening.

"Mmm..." she gasped softly in his mouth, her words immediately swallowed by Neng Shang, their lips and teeth pressed even closer together, their tongues entwined.

His finger probed inch by inch, then withdrew, then probed again, then withdrew again. As her warm, moist body slowly relaxed, he gently inserted a second finger, bending the pad of his finger and slowly kneading and rubbing it inside her narrow opening.

"Mmm..." Her mouth was still tightly held, unable to speak. A familiar shiver ran through her body, and she could only wrap her arms around Neng Shang's neck, pressing her body close to his. She seemed to float in the water, as if all her reliance was on Neng Shang.

"Relax..." He released her mouth, patting Pei Xiaolei, whose eyes were slightly glazed and trembling, and gently comforted her. His two fingers were inserted into the middle of her private parts, the narrow inner walls contracting tightly, pushing them away. He dared not force his way in and could only stop there. She was already very tired yesterday, and he couldn't torment her again today.

"How...how can I relax?" Her slightly shrill voice was a little impatient. It seemed that her body didn't want to relax right now. Ripples of water gently washed over her body, the soft touch carrying subtle teasing sensations, indescribably comfortable. "Mmm..." She hugged Neng Shang tighter, moving her body closer to him, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

Neng Shang looked at her bewildered state, his deep, fox-like eyes slowly darkening. His long, slender fingers slowly withdrew from her trembling, narrow body. He pulled one of her hands down, dipped it into the water, and placed it over his swollen, aching member. She recoiled as if burned, but this time Neng Shang wasn't so easily appeased. He gripped her small hand tightly, pulled it back, and placed it over his swollen, red manhood again.

The burning heat transferred to her palm, the bulging veins seeming to flow with life.

"Do you want it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a deep, unyielding desire.

She looked back at him helplessly, reflexively shaking her head. But when she saw a flicker in his fox-like eyes, a wave of sorrow and guilt washed over her, and almost immediately, she quickly overturned her previous opinion, nodding repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. Alas… in the end, she couldn't bear to see the person she cared about heartbroken and dejected.

Seeing this turn of events, Neng Shang's lips curled into a slight smile. His fox-like eyes blinked, the gloom vanishing, replaced by a triumphant air. He gently cradled the back of her head and lowered his head for a deep, passionate French kiss. Taking advantage of Pei Xiaolei's dizziness from the kiss, he repeated his previous act, lifting one of her jade-like legs

and placing it on his waist. His large, hard member aimed at her flower-like opening and thrust in forcefully, penetrating to the very end. "Ugh..." she groaned softly. The immense force of the impact caused her to immediately lose her balance, tilting towards the water. Neng Shang pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. Her full, high, white breasts pressed softly against his firm chest.

At this moment, Pei Xiaolei had lost all support; the only place that gave her a sense of ground was the point where they were joined together. His thick, hard member inside her gave her a feeling that her entire life was being supported.

Neng Shang steadied her, and the enormous penis inside her stirred, beginning to slowly move. She clung tightly to his neck, and he steadily supported her hips. Warm water seeped into her body in waves with his movements, gently pattering against her inner walls, creating a wondrous feeling of returning to nature.

His movements were gentle, each thrust tender and slow, yet deep, his large penis determined to penetrate to the very depths, pressing against her sensitive areas before withdrawing. "Mmm... ah... ah..." she bit her lip lightly, breathing slightly rapidly. Her trembling, exhausted body rose and fell with his movements, a fine layer of sweat glistening on her rosy skin, mingling with the splashing hot spring water as it meandered across her smooth skin and dripped into the pool.

Neng Shan lightly kissed Pei Xiaolei's delicate, slightly parted lips, then moved to her rounded earlobe, saying in a low, pleasurable voice, "You can shout it out loud, there's no one here!" With that, one hand probed her private parts, sharply probing her erect clitoris. In the instant her gaze became dazed, his hips thrust forward, and the enormous member that had just withdrawn from her opening was forced back into her narrow body. The swollen, massive penis forcefully stretched open her tight vagina, and with each deep thrust, a tingling current of pleasure surged from her lower body, rapidly invading her limbs.

"Ah..." A gasp escaped her throat, and she couldn't help but scream, her body arching backward, her lower abdomen contracting rapidly. Suddenly, she clenched her legs tightly, her vagina contracting firmly.

"Ugh..." Neng Shan groaned deeply, his brows furrowing slightly. His penis, buried inside her, was being tightly gripped, the narrow, warm inner walls pressing in from all sides, as if trying to strangle and devour him.

She leaned close to his ear, bit it, and whispered, "There's no one here, you can shout out loud too!"

He looked at her in surprise, his fox-like eyes sparkling.

After a moment, he smiled, and she smiled too…

Author's Note: Oh my… this story actually made it onto the monthly charts! With my snail-paced update speed, it's a miracle I managed to get on that list…
Thank you everyone for your continued support and love, I'm so touched, thank you so much~~~
I've read every single comment carefully, and they all made me laugh so hard I was practically jumping for joy! Thank you all so much!!!

And then, 55555… I'm too embarrassed to say…
I'll be super busy for the next few weeks, swamped with all sorts of things…
To be on the safe side, you can check back at the end of the month or the beginning of May…
Waaaaa… I'm so sorry everyone, tears streaming down my face…

Male

beauty is like a thin sheet of paper separating men and women! You can hear their voice, you can think of them, but you can't see their hearts! If a man loves a woman, he will do everything in his power to please her, whether physically or materially… Her every word and action affects his every nerve. It's said that women are easily driven mad by love, but that's not entirely true. When a man encounters the woman he deeply loves, his infatuation can be just as devastating!

The thin veil between her and Nengshang was pierced overnight; their close proximity allowed them to live in each other's warmth. After that night, there was an extra pillow in her bed, and an extra man in her room. Every morning, she was awakened by the aroma of tea, and she would draw her eyebrows, comb her hair, and dress. At night, they would be entwined in tender moments, whispering sweet nothings.

It all felt so natural, as if it had always been meant to be this way.

He disliked her calling him "Senior Brother" when aroused, and after several unsuccessful protests, they finally reached an agreement in bed. Afterwards, Pei Xiaolei said, "Male allure is harmful!"

"The brothels here are truly extraordinary!" Pei Xiaolei lifted the curtains, looking out at the brightly lit, exquisitely decorated buildings lining both sides of the street, their doors flanked by numerous male and female prostitutes, dressed in flamboyant attire, their bodies swaying wildly! Truly befitting a town famous for its brothels and geisha. Even in broad daylight, the place was bustling with activity. Men and women of all kinds, some with flowing sleeves, some unsteady on their feet, some proudly raising their eyebrows, some meekly bowing… all crowded into the tallest, most luxurious, and most expensive brothel called "Peerless Beauty Pavilion"! A huge red banner hung outside the Peerless Beauty Pavilion, with the four gilded characters "Honeycomb Selection Champion" blatantly displayed, dazzling and eye-catching!

This town so openly flaunted male beauty, openly considering male prostitution fashionable! This truly sent a chill down Pei Xiaolei's spine, despite her supposedly knowledgeable upbringing in the information age! At the same time, the idea of men legally displaying their bodies greatly piqued her curiosity. Indeed, one of her wishes in the modern world was to one day earn a lot of money so she could travel abroad and watch men perform pole dancing and striptease.

Originally, after half of her body completely disappeared in the 21st century, she had given up on this idea. But now, suddenly, the opportunity to realize this wish was right in front of her. You really can't blame her for her current fervent and excited state!

"Shang, shall we go and see it later?" Pei Xiaolei lowered the curtain, turned around, and excitedly discussed it with Neng Shang!

Neng Shang, who had already tidied up the table full of account books and miscellaneous items, sat beside her, idly fanning himself with a golden fan. His slender, fox-like eyes flickered as he looked at her, his intentions unclear, a half-smile playing on his lips.

With a sharp "snap," a sense of unease immediately rose in her heart! Though a smile played on his lips, the coldness in his eyes gradually froze! A bad feeling!

"Okay!" The answer was unexpectedly readily given!

"Okay?" A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; such a decisive and abrupt reply made her somewhat hesitant to believe it. Lately, whenever someone inadvertently mentioned their other fellow disciples in front of them, his expression would change as drastically as the weather in March.

Neng Shang smiled and moved closer to her, turning her body around, taking the homemade charcoal pencil she was still clutching, and tossing it onto the table.

"You've stayed in the manor all year round, you haven't seen enough people. Go out and meet more people, it'll broaden your horizons!" He finished speaking, and his lips moved closer, gently kissing her. A large hand, however, expertly slipped inside her clothes, caressing her breasts, touching a triangular piece of fabric covering them. His narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his large hand moved around to her back, pulling the thin string, causing the bra to fall off. Her other hand immediately lifted her skirt and reached inside. She wasn't wearing any underwear; only a thin triangle of fabric covered her long, fair thighs. These past few days, she'd been bored, and from who-knows-where, she'd had a charcoal pencil made to her specifications. While traveling, she'd doodle in the carriage. These two designs, called "underwear," were what she'd conceived in the carriage. She'd sketched several designs and had them promoted among the women. After a month, the effect was remarkable; the women loved them.

He pulled her onto his lap, licking and kissing her down her neck and temples. His slender fingers probed inside her panties, his large hand rubbing and probing within the folds. After a moment, his slender middle finger, which had lingered at the entrance for a while, bent slightly and thrust forcefully into the warm crevice. "Mmm..." she groaned softly, her eyes flushed, looking at him with a hint of anger. Her body, however, did nothing to match her expression; she clung tightly to the man beneath her, tightening her lower abdomen. Only when he

felt his fingers overflowing with enough slippery love fluid did he stop the kiss—ostensibly a flirtatious kiss, but in reality, a ignition of passion throughout her body. His fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as he withdrew his now-wet, sticky fingers, moving them along her burning skin to her inner thighs. He untied the thin rope binding her thighs, and with a "snap," the delicate, semi-transparent, embroidered bikini bottoms—Pei Xiaolei's newly made and first-time try-on piece, brimming with ancient allure and already soaked with love fluid—were ruthlessly tossed aside by Neng Shang beside the chair. Then, he lifted her buttocks with one hand, gripped his longsword with the other, aimed, and thrust forward with a powerful, suppressed gasp. His massive sword plunged deep inside her, penetrating her core! He ravaged her narrow body! The cramped, confined space always gave him the feeling of teetering on the brink of life and death.

In the heat of passion, Neng Shang glanced inadvertently at the tattered fabric on the ground! He had actually forgotten to tell her that the dress she designed... men also liked!

"Ha... ah..." she gasped softly, her open dress revealing her breasts pressed against his equally half-open chest, their rounded curves rising and falling with their thrusts. The wide skirt covered their naked genitals, their private parts locked in intense intercourse.

Outside the magnificent carriage, the streets were bustling, the crowd clamoring. Conversations, hawking cries, even the solicitous calls of courtesans and male prostitutes—all were so close, so clear. On the street, merchants and pedestrians walked close to the carriage. If anyone couldn't resist the allure of this magnificent carriage, they only needed to gently lift the curtain, and in an instant, the entire scene of spring's beauty would unfold before their eyes.

Pei Xiaolei squinted, biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, afraid to make a sound. Her taut nerves couldn't suppress the increasingly violent pounding of her heart, her breathing heavy and rapid. Her dazed eyes followed the increasingly powerful thrusts and penetrations of the weapon beneath her skirt, the light blurring her vision.

Neng Shang, however, seemed insatiable, burying his face in her white breasts, his mouth opening to bite a cherry, licking it with his tongue, while one hand eagerly kneaded and played with her white breasts, his fingertips poking and circling the pink nipples.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei groaned, glancing at him, then, unable to contain her anger, bit his shoulder hard, drawing blood.

That day, Neng Shang carried her out of the carriage like a baby, and she slept soundly for an entire day in the mansion. She missed the town's once-every-three-years grand event, the selection of the male courtesan champion!

Author's Note: This chapter has been heavily revised; those who have already read it should reread it!
Originally, I planned to combine this with the next chapter, but after thinking about it, I decided to make it a separate chapter!

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Love my China, support the Olympics, boycott rationally, no marches, no rallies!!!
5.1 ≠ Carrefour! Try to buy domestic products and support national enterprises!
Although boycotting is not a long-term solution! Supporting the growth of national enterprises is the path to a strong nation!

But today, we boycott Carrefour and French goods! What we want to show is an attitude! It's a matter of integrity!
Don't let those hostile people have the opportunity to laugh at our motherland afterward. Please unite and stay away from Carrefour and French goods! Pei Xiaolei,

who was visiting a brothel

, regretfully missed this opportunity, which only comes once every three years, to legitimately and confidently comment on many handsome men in public. She sighed pitifully for the whole day because of this. So, when she learned that there was an upcoming courtesan competition, she immediately clasped her hands and made up her mind. This time, no matter what, she was going to join in the fun and make up for missing out on seeing handsome men before! Neng Shang already had a guilty conscience, and he couldn't argue with her, so he had no choice but to obediently book a private room at the Jueshe Pavilion to await his young lady's arrival and satisfy her curiosity.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Pei Xiaolei, dressed in a white scholar's robe, with a scholar's face skillfully groomed by Zi Ye, dragged a reluctant Neng Shang on her left, and an excited Ruomei on her right. Behind them followed Zi Ye, who had a cool expression and wouldn't laugh even when teased. The group headed in a grand procession towards their destination, the Jueshe Pavilion.

This metropolis called Yuncheng is truly a place of debauchery and extravagance. Its vibrant and trendy atmosphere, where unrestrained indulgence is everywhere, is palpable. Women in lightly dressed clothes and men reeking of alcohol frequently brush past them intimately. People of all skin colors and attire mingle among them. The cries of vendors and performers rise and fall. Gamblers have even started placing bets on who will be crowned the reigning queen of the year, and many are participating, with silver coins clattering across the tables.

Yuncheng is located on the northern border of Liaoning, bordering the State of Chu to the left and the desert to the right. Agriculture and forestry are scarce, and most of its food and supplies must be purchased and stored from various places. Its most distinctive feature is its abundance of beautiful women. In just a few decades, over a dozen courtesans have entered the imperial palaces of Qin and Chu, some even rising to the rank of imperial concubine. Many of these courtesans later entered officialdom through other means, and countless others have entered the homes of the powerful and wealthy.

This is why the triennial flower queen selection attracts numerous wealthy and powerful merchants from various countries who come to buy the top three male and female flower queens for personal connections. This once barren and desolate land has become prosperous and thriving thanks to its outstanding people, allowing many to escape the hunger and hardship of a life dependent on the weather and the land.

Pei Xiaolei's goal for this trip—the miraculous flower that could neutralize the domineering martial arts within her—might grow here.

However, at this moment, nothing is more important than seeing a beautiful woman! Flowers, however beautiful, don't have legs, but if she misses this beauty today, she'll have to wait another three years. Becoming a flower thief is one thing; she can decide later after seeing the beauty.

Standing before the entrance to the Pavilion of Exquisite Beauty, Pei Xiaolei's eyes lit up. Her beautiful eyes darted around, watching the young ladies and maids passing by. This brazen gaze, however, attracted no attention from the ladies. This young scholar from Jiangnan, though handsome and youthful, was far less appealing than the two dashing men beside him. In no time, a group of beautiful women bypassed her, crowding around and trying to pull the two handsome men inside. The two men, however, were quite adept; with a few deft moves, they effortlessly evaded the dozens of delicate hands pulling at them.

Suddenly, a drumbeat rang out, and the previously noisy crowd at the entrance surged into the Pavilion of Exquisite Beauty with eager expressions. It seemed the aspiring courtesans were beginning their performance. In what appeared to be only a blink of an eye, Pei Xiaolei, Neng Shang, Zi Ye, and Ruomei, who had been standing dumbfounded at the entrance, stunned by the scene before her, remained. Pei Xiaolei slowly folded up the smaller gold fan given to her by a certain fox-eyed man, shook her head with a smile, and stepped forward. With a "smack," she woke up her bodyguard, who had been clamoring to come along to broaden his horizons, but was now standing at the gate, mouth agape, drooling, looking like a sleepwalker.

The aspiring courtesans of the Peerless Beauty Pavilion were indeed exceptional! Besides being skilled in singing and dancing, they were also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose. Their figures were diverse, each with its own unique beauty, greatly catering to and satisfying different aesthetic tastes from various countries and regions.

However, Pei Xiaolei was currently feeling somewhat aggrieved; her mood for admiring the beauties had been greatly diminished! She didn't know which busybody was so sharp-eyed, recognizing the wealthy merchant from afar. With a loud shout, the entire place erupted in commotion, and soon, courtesans, beauties, wealthy merchants, and powerful figures flocked to greet them and try to establish connections.

Looking at Ruomei, who was already sweating profusely from serving tea and water to these beauties and dignitaries in the private room, and then at Nengshang, who remained calm and composed with a smile throughout, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and lost her interest.

She got up and walked out of the increasingly crowded private room, with Ziye following closely behind her in silence. They

had only walked about a hundred meters from the Jueshe Pavilion when she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Without turning around, a gust of air swept past, and Nengshang was already in front of her. The shrewd and eloquent merchant from before was gone; the man in front of her was looking at her anxiously, touching her forehead and asking nervously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, it's just too stuffy in there, I came out for a walk!" She pulled his large hand off her forehead and forced a smile.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll walk around with you!" Ignoring the various gazes around them, he took her hand and walked side by side, smiling.

After taking only a few steps, Pei Xiaolei suddenly stopped, looked seriously at Neng Shang, and said, "Brothels are no good. From now on, let's not come here!"

His lively fox-like eyes fixed on her, his gaze slowly darkening, all traces of frivolity vanishing. "Okay!"

Author's Note: My synopsis
's explanation of terms: NP means: Hello everyone, this is the first line. P means: One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand!
Hmm... I'm increasingly convinced of how well I wrote my synopsis! Isn't it so indirect and profound, so thought-provoking? (Bricks rain down on her head)! ~~~Running away with an eggshell on her head~~

Ruomei's fist .

Although Ruomei followed Neng Shang's pace, their speed was clearly far apart. Seeing that Neng Shang was already a hundred meters away from her mistress, she had only just stepped out of the Jueshe Tower's gate.

She slightly gathered her breath, leaping forward, trying to use her lightness skill to catch up. Then, "Bang..." a heavy blow, and she was knocked to the ground!

Several tall servants rushed over and helped the boy who had been bumped into her to his feet. The boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was hastily helped up, but as soon as he regained his footing, he shook off the servants and immediately began to hurl insults at Ruomei: "You lowly commoner... how dare you be so blind as to offend this young master?"

"You're the lowly commoner!" Ruomei quickly stood up, dusted herself off, and retorted defiantly, looking back at the boy. She was joking, wasn't she, the head maid of the most prestigious manor in the world, someone outsiders could casually insult?

"Shrew, since you dare to talk back to the young master, beat her up!" Before the boy could reply, a tall, stern-eyed burly man standing next to him impatiently interrupted, shouting. The boy hesitated, opening his mouth as if to say something, but several burly men behind him rushed out, surrounding Ruomei and beating her without warning.

A moment later…

“Enough…this shrew doesn’t deserve this…” Before the boy could finish speaking, the group of burly men who had been punching and kicking Ruomei suddenly collapsed to the ground, screaming like pigs being slaughtered.

Ruomei clapped her hands, raised her head, and raised her eyebrows contemptuously. She grabbed the burly men lying at her feet and kicked them a couple more times, saying with a touch of heroic indignation, “Hit me? Don’t you know your place?” After a moment, she suddenly thought for a moment, then moved closer with murderous intent and kicked each of them a few more times. Amidst the screams of pain, she lectured, “I’ll teach you bastards how to hit a woman!”

The boy was momentarily stunned. The tall, stern-eyed thug who had been shouting the loudest and most enthusiastically was now speechless, and could only shield the boy behind him, staring warily at the woman kicking and beating his subordinates. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He hadn't even seen how she had done it, yet several burly men had been knocked to the ground! This girl-like woman was no ordinary person. Having kicked the men on the ground enough, she turned to the two instigators and walked towards them step by step.

A sinister smile played on her lips, and a chilling aura enveloped her; with each step closer, death seemed to draw nearer. Under such a gaze, the once arrogant, haughty thug didn't even have the courage to cry for help, and could only await his judgment in despair.

"Ruomei, stop..." These four simple words reached their ears like heavenly music.

"Young Master...!!!" Ruomei froze, her eyes blinking suddenly, all the ferocity vanishing! Instantly, her innocent, bright doe eyes blinked, and tears welled up as she ran towards her young mistress, tearfully complaining, "Young Master, they bullied me!"

Ignoring the astonished and incredulous expressions of the two servants opposite her, Pei Xiaolei hugged the sobbing Ruomei who had rushed into her arms, gently comforting her. Her eyes glanced at the group of half-corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and she sighed, understanding dawning on her.

At this moment, Neng Shang, who had been smiling beside Pei Xiaolei, suddenly snapped open his signature gold fan. All eyes turned to him. He stepped forward, walked to the two men who had just relaxed, and gave a slight scholar's bow, saying, "Young Master Tang, Steward Han, my maid is ignorant and has offended you!" The haughty burly man

called Steward Han's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing Neng Shang. Before his master could speak, he preemptively spoke, plastered a smile on his face, and humbly bowed his head, performing a full bow to Neng Shang, saying, "I dare not accept such praise, I dare not accept such praise. Young Master Pei, you are too kind. It's just a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding. Please forgive this young lady!" After saying this, he even turned to Ruomei and bowed halfway, apologizing as well.

Ruomei stuck out her tongue, ignored him, and continued to bury her head in her young lady's arms.

Neng Shang was a first-rate social butterfly, so handling this small matter was effortless for him. A moment later, Steward Han respectfully bid them farewell, kicked the servant who had been lying on the ground awake, and coaxed the young Prince Tang, who had been looking down at people with his chin held high, into the carriage before speeding away.

Pei Xiaolei thought this fifteen or sixteen-year-old prince was just a passerby on her journey, a minor incident. She never imagined that this boy, whom she would forget in the blink of an eye, would make her journey so complicated and bumpy.

Encountering kidnappers:

Ever since Neng Shang accidentally exposed himself at the Jueshe Pavilion, he had practically lost his freedom and most of his private time. From morning till night, invitations and banquets poured in. Let alone the local merchants, just entertaining the dignitaries from various countries gathered for the courtesan election was enough to keep him busy.

During her time away from the manor, Pei Xiaolei often shared 21st-century business philosophies and management models with Neng Shang. At only eighteen, she had never truly experienced the business world, regardless of the era. She didn't believe she had the ability to dominate an unfamiliar field based solely on book knowledge. Therefore, she mostly engaged in theoretical discussions, figuring out how to combine these business insights with the realities of the era to maximize their effectiveness and efficiency—that was the domain of the business prodigy, Neng Shang. Of course, with Neng Shang's sharp business acumen and keen business sense, almost every doodle and idea she wrote down was thoroughly analyzed and put into practice.

Thus, no matter how busy or tired Neng Shang was, Pei Xiaolei, the secretly traveling head of the Pei family, a hidden idler and non-professional, couldn't help him with public relations and professional matters.

Every day, early in the morning, poor Neng Shang began his daily grind of handling affairs and meeting various figures. Pei Xiaolei, meanwhile, dragged Ziye and Ruomei along as they wandered around, whiling away the days. After exploring every street and alley of the city, indulging in all sorts of delicacies and local snacks, finally, on a satisfying afternoon, she set her gaze on the vast land behind the city.

A carriage, carrying two or three beautiful women, traveled along the empty road, feeling light and carefree.

If the oncoming carriage had slowed down and aimed more precisely, avoiding a collision, the three of them would have enjoyed their entire day in this pleasant mood.

"Miss, hold on tight!" Xiao Ziye shouted, tightening the reins and urging the two horses pulling the carriage to dodge the oncoming vehicle. Inside the swaying carriage, Pei Xiaolei clung tightly to Ruomei, who gripped her sword firmly, her gaze resolute.

A horse neighed, followed by a loud crash. Their carriage narrowly avoided disaster, but the oncoming carriage wasn't so lucky. It overturned, slid several meters across the road, crashed into a large tree, and broke in two.

Ruomei helped Pei Xiaolei, still dizzy from the jolting, out of the carriage and walked towards the wrecked carriage ahead.

Xiao Ziye had already pulled the people out of the carriage. Strangely, besides the seriously injured middle-aged man driving, there was a group of five- or six-year-old children inside. Fortunately, apart from two children who suffered minor injuries, the others were unharmed. They were probably quite frightened, huddled together in twos and threes, looking at them with fear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!" Pei Xiaolei squatted down in front of them, offering them some snacks she had taken from her carriage, smiling as she spoke.

They initially didn't accept her kindness, instead looking at her warily. Only when Pei Xiaolei's smile became somewhat stiff did a bold boy step forward, take the food from her, and amidst the expectant gazes of the other children, take a bite, chew a few times, and, finding it alright, snatch the remaining food from her hand and distribute it to the other children. In an instant, the children all wolfed it down.

"Eat slowly, there's plenty more here!" Ruomei, her eyes red, had already brought over all the edible spoils from their shopping trip.

No need to ask further; the indentures found on the driver's body spoke volumes. These children were commodities trafficked by human traffickers. Strangely, not all of these children were from this area; many of the indentures listed the children as being registered residents of the Qin and Chu states.

What was this? An international human trafficking ring?

Pei Xiaolei stood up, clenching her fists, her eyes red. Yes, she was angry. Although human trafficking was common in this era, the reality before her still filled her with grief and indignation.

“Sister! We weren’t sold by our families!” The bolder boy tugged at her sleeve, looked into her eyes, pointed at the badly injured coachman lying on the ground, and mustered his courage to shout, “We were captured by them!”

“What? Captured?” Pei Xiaolei frowned, about to ask more questions, when a large carriage, looking exactly like the overturned one, came rushing towards them from afar. The children, terrified, all hid behind them, clinging to each other.

The carriage indeed stopped in front of them, and the door opened, revealing several tall, burly men and a fat middle-aged woman.

“Oh dear… thank goodness these children are all alright… thank God!” The woman pulled a handkerchief from her bosom, pretended to wipe her eyes, and ran towards the group of children.

“Oh dear… Grandma, you… you… what are you doing?” The woman stopped, her legs trembling as she looked at the sword pressed against her neck.

“These children, you stole them?” A cold voice came from behind Ruomei.

"Nonsense! Who's making this up? Heaven and earth bear witness! These little devils were bought with our hard-earned money, taels of gold and silver!"

"You're lying! You're the one who kidnapped us!" the boy retorted loudly. Seeing someone take the lead, the other children chimed in.

With so many voices and the sudden sharp sword piercing her neck, the woman's earlier bravado weakened considerably. She stammered to Pei Xiaolei and the others, "I...I can talk this over. You...you let me go first, I can give you money! Lots of money..."

"Watch out!" Before Pei Xiaolei could finish speaking, Ruomei was knocked aside by a large knife, the blade sharply shifting, and the woman was rescued.

Ruomei watched as her hand missed the sword, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with chilling coldness, a sinister smile playing on her lips. She swung her sword at the gray-clad man who dared to steal her prey.

To be fair, the gray-clad man's martial arts were superior. However, after barely managing to withstand a dozen or so moves from Ruomei, he was already showing signs of exhaustion. Several times, he was forced into a desperate situation by Ruomei's sword, narrowly dodging attacks and almost losing his life. Ruomei, on the other hand, grew stronger with each move, and towards the end, it was less like a martial arts fight and more like she was toying with a mouse.

The woman had probably realized the problem and shouted at the men behind her, "What are you all still standing here for? Kill them!" Upon hearing the order, the men immediately drew their swords and charged towards Pei Xiaolei.

Xiao Ziye stepped forward, and with a swift movement, drew his soft sword from his waist, shielding Pei Xiaolei behind him.

"Sister, the bad guy is getting away!" A little girl tugged at her sleeve, pointing anxiously at the woman climbing onto the carriage to escape.

Ruomei and Xiao Ziye were both tied up and couldn't get away for the time being. She steeled herself, telling the children to stay far away, picked up a fallen sword, and ran towards the carriage.

"Get down here!" Pei Xiaolei threatened, slashing her sword at the carriage railing.

The woman smiled coldly, suddenly pulling a sharp blade from under her skirt and thrusting it at her, shouting, "If you die, I'll get down!"

Pei Xiaolei dodged nimbly, leaping onto the carriage as well. Although Pei Xiaolei hadn't practiced martial arts, she had watched her senior brothers and sisters practice swordsmanship since childhood, and she remembered some of the techniques.

After several rounds of swordplay, the slightly skilled, plump woman was actually forced off the carriage.

The woman glanced at the gleaming sword pointed at her chest, then looked up at Pei Xiaolei and said fiercely, "Don't be so smug!" With that, she suddenly grabbed the sword and plunged it deep into the belly of the horse pulling the carriage. Blood gushed from the horse's belly. Startled and in pain, the horse neighed and charged madly towards the cliff ahead, pulling the carriage.

"Miss..." Ruomei and Xiao Ziye cried out in unison, turning to leap away, but their opponent suddenly seemed divinely aided, attacking them recklessly with unrestrained swordsmanship, managing to intercept them.

After several flashes of swords, the ground was littered with dismembered corpses, and the pungent stench of blood filled the wilderness. Pei Xiaolei,

who had found the young master on March 7th

, didn't know how far the carriage had gone, only that the horse was dead and the carriage had overturned! Her hands, red and swollen from the reins, burned with pain. Jumping down from the overturned carriage, she looked at the desolate and unfamiliar surroundings, then at the darkening sky. She clenched her fist, silently encouraging herself. If she had escaped a near-fatal fall from a cliff on her first time driving, this minor mishap wouldn't be so easily defeated. The

barren land stretched endlessly, and in the distance, she could see what appeared to be a house on the hillside. "Heaven never seals off all paths; the ancients were right," Pei Xiaolei thought, gazing at the distant glimmer of dawn. A slight sigh of relief settled her heart, which had been pounding with anxiety.

Scattered on the dark yellow earth were the remnants of the carriage. She found a tinderbox, picked up a water bag, gripped her longsword, took a deep breath, and prepared to walk up the hillside. She had only taken two steps when she noticed a large burlap sack beside the carriage; its contents seemed to have moved slightly!

Pei Xiaolei took a breath, mustered her courage, and stepped forward. Using her longsword, she cut open the tightly bound bag. What she found inside shocked her even more.

A young man—or rather, the one she'd seen a few days earlier outside the brothel, the one named Tang Shizi—was stuffed into the bag.

"Hey… how are you? Are you alright?" Pei Xiaolei checked Tang Shizi's breath. Seeing he was still breathing, she immediately half-lifted him, gently patting his slightly feverish face with one hand, and called out.

"Hmm…" With a soft sigh, the young man opened his eyes, looked at the woman holding him, and asked, "Who are you?"

Pei Xiaolei paused, then remembered that on the day Ruomei and he had their conflict, she had disguised herself as a man; no wonder he hadn't recognized her.

"A passerby!" Pei Xiaolei replied.

"A passerby?" The young man was silent for a moment, looking at her suspiciously. But whether the young man believed her or not, Pei Xiaolei had no intention of continuing this pointless conversation with him in this increasingly dark wilderness.

"Can you stand up now? It's too dangerous here, we have to try our luck over there!" She pointed to a house in the distance.

The boy, barefoot, struggled to his feet. The cool night breeze ruffled his thin, transparent shirt, the chill penetrating to his bones, causing him to shiver slightly.

A faint, strange fragrance wafted from him. Pei Xiaolei frowned, took a few steps back, picked up a dusty garment from the ground, and tossed it to him. "You can wear this for now!"

He glanced at it disdainfully, threw it on the ground, and said dismissively, "No need!"

"Suit yourself..." Pei Xiaolei shrugged, dragging her heavy longsword, and walked towards the distant hillside. The boy followed silently behind her.

...

Finally, they arrived. Looking at the mud house in the wilderness, like a drifting duckweed, Pei Xiaolei almost burst into tears. She chased away the fighting wild dogs surrounding the mud hut with the hilt of her sword and stepped inside.

Self-reliance meant abundance. By the faint moonlight, she squatted before the earthen pit she had found, took out a tinderbox, lit a small clump of thatch and placed it in the pit as kindling, then tossed in a few pieces of wood lying nearby. With a few crisp crackles, the wood immediately burst into flames, instantly illuminating the dim mud hut.

This mud hut was probably built here by someone as a place to rest. Although simple, the interior was relatively clean. A long bench, a pile of thatch, a small earthenware pot, an earthen pit for burning, and some dry firewood were all neatly arranged.

As she looked around, the boy walked in. He swaggered to the bench, plopped down, crossed his legs, glanced at her, and arrogantly ordered, "Hey... I'm hungry, get me something to eat!"

The boy's overly entitled manner almost made her think she'd somehow become a maid in the Tang family.

"Little brat," Pei Xiaolei thought to herself, tossing him a water pouch and coldly saying, "I only have water here! If you want something to eat, go find it yourself!" She then pointed to the dark expanse outside.

The boy glared at her, snorted, and didn't reply. He simply took the water pouch and began gulping down water until it was completely empty, then he stopped and tossed it aside.

Pei Xiaolei, too lazy to bother with this spoiled young master, sat on the straw, leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes to rest.

Midnight.

A series of low, hoarse murmurs and gasps echoed through the small mud house.

Pei Xiaolei was awakened from her sleep. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw the young prince opposite her, who had somehow rolled off the wooden stool and was now curled up on his side. His thin robe was nowhere to be seen, revealing his slender, youthful body. One hand was constantly stroking his reddened chest, while the other was frantically rubbing his swollen, engorged member. His brow was furrowed, his eyes half-closed, and a series of low, heavy breaths escaped from his parted lips. Thick, mottled white fluid was scattered on the floor.

Inside, the air was thick with the stench of sex, mixed with a lingering, undeniable fragrance.

Had it already begun? Pei Xiaolei sighed softly and stood up.

Startled by the noise, the boy immediately stopped what he was doing, looked up, and stared intently at the woman before him with bloodshot eyes filled with grief, shame, and embarrassment… finally, all of which coalesced into a piercing roar: “Don’t look! Get away! Get out of here… all of you get far away from me…”

Pei Xiaolei quietly watched the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy before her, who was like a trapped beast, unsure of what to do. After a long while, she bent down to pick up the long sword from the ground, lit a torch in the fire pit, held it in her hand, and silently walked towards the door.

Stepping out the door, with her back to the boy, she slowly said, “What you were fed… was probably the kind of aphrodisiac meant for those young men!”

Before the boy could respond, she gripped her longsword, lit a torch, and strode out of the house, heading straight for the huge old vine tree a few dozen meters away from the mud house. She would probably spend the night in the tree.

Several tall, dark wild dogs that had been lingering outside the mud house, upon seeing the fierce human with weapons leave, immediately followed the strong scent emanating from the mud house, wagging their tails and filing in…

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Pseudo-BL

Pei Xiaolei finally managed to climb the tree, but before she could even find a slightly comfortable spot, she was startled by a burst of frantic barking and almost fell off.

"What's going on now?" she muttered, looking at the source of the sound, her head throbbing. "That brat, he never lets me relax for a moment!" But despite her complaints, she didn't dare slack off. Using both hands and feet, she slid awkwardly down from the tree, and as soon as she landed, she ran back to the mud hut.

The scene that greeted her upon entering startled Pei Xiaolei.

Tang Shizi stood in the corner, his clothes tattered, biting his lips, gripping a long wooden bench with a broken leg. He was facing off against four panting, fierce-looking wild dogs. The largest dog, perched on the broken leg of the bench, opened its mouth wide, baring its teeth, and growled lowly at the boy opposite it. A long, bloody welt ran down its neck, and its steps were unsteady; it was likely badly injured.

In a moment of panic, Pei Xiaolei disregarded everything and kicked the wooden door with a loud thud. The already shaky door collapsed.

The young master Tang stared at her in surprise; the wild dogs stared at her in surprise; she stared in surprise at the fallen door at her feet… Seriously? This is too chemical!

But now is not the time for reflection! She raised her head, her gaze filled with the most ferocious intensity, staring at the wild dogs opposite her, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly. Come on, today it's either the dogs or the people who die.

With a howl, four wild dogs charged at her… then pounced on the door behind her, disappearing in a few swift movements!

Uh… was her aura too powerful?

The young man, seeing the threat gone, relaxed, his body went limp, the wooden stool fell to the ground, and he collapsed completely.

Seeing this, Pei Xiaolei immediately rushed over, helped him up, and asked anxiously, "Hey, how are you?"

He glanced at her, then immediately turned his head away, saying breathlessly, "Why did you come back?"

"Curious!" With great effort, she helped the boy, who was heavier than her, onto the haystack, letting him sit against the wall. Then, panting, she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and sighed with lingering regret, "Curiosity really does kill the cat!"

"Huh? What cat?" the boy asked.

"Nothing!" She changed the subject, stood up, and looked down at him, "I'm right outside! You can call me if you need anything." She then strode towards the door. "Don't

go!" Before she finished speaking, he was already pressing down on her.

So heavy! Pei Xiaolei pushed away the weight that suddenly pressed down on her, and the person behind her immediately slid to the ground. Helplessly, she sat down and helped him up. His burning body temperature emanated from him, and the exotic fragrance grew stronger.

"I feel so bad..." He gripped her sleeve tightly, leaning against her shoulder, his voice soft and weak.

Pei Xiaolei glanced at his undeniably erect and swollen manhood, reached out to touch his forehead; it was burning hot.

The boy, who was pressed against her, moaning softly, seemed to be burned by her touch. He immediately pulled away from her hand and pushed her away abruptly. He fell onto the hay, arching his back, his hands hastily reaching down to his crotch, grasping his manhood, rubbing it rapidly a few times. Suddenly, his curled-up body convulsed forward a few times, and a stream of white fluid spurted out, staining the dry straw. Pei Xiaolei looked at the boy, panting heavily, his flushed face buried in the straw, avoiding her gaze, and then at his enormous member. She couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment. What was happening? Why? He had just finished ejaculating, but his manhood showed no signs of weakening; instead,

it was even more erect and swollen. Logically, regardless of the type of aphrodisiac, such frequent ejaculation should have somewhat reduced its effects. But his current appearance was completely different; he seemed to be in even more pain. What was wrong? Suddenly, a very awkward thought flashed through

her mind. Could it be… like this?

＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝◆◆★★★★★★★★★★ ◆◆＝ ... “Tang Heng… my name is Tang Heng!” “Tang Heng… a nice name!” She read it carefully and memorized it. “Um… Tang Heng!” She hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, “I’ve thought of a way that might cure the aphrodisiac in your body, uh… do you want to try it?” Tang Heng finally raised his head from the hay, his watery eyes looking at her expectantly. “Of course, this is just my guess, it might not work!” Although she was the kind of person who had become a doctor through long illness, with the guidance of the renowned physician Shan Yi, her medical skills should be considered quite good. However, having never actually treated anyone, she was probably at best an unlicensed doctor, so she left herself an out and didn’t want to make any promises, giving others too much hope and cutting off her own escape route. “However…” she changed the subject, looking into his eyes, and said seriously, “If the aphrodisiac in your body isn’t removed soon, you will die from exhaustion!” “Okay…” he nodded in agreement, his pale face flashing with determination. Seeing that he agreed, Pei Xiaolei gave him a reassuring smile, then took off one of her outer garments. After thinking for a moment, she reached into her hair and pulled out an exquisite hairpin. Her long, silky black hair immediately cascaded down, falling over her shoulders. She pinched a small flower bud engraved on the hairpin, then pulled it out with a jerk, revealing a sharp, thin dagger that gleamed menacingly in the flickering lamplight. She looked at this small, scalpel-like self-defense tool and smiled! Her senior brother always seemed to give her practical gifts. However, if he knew that she was using this meticulously crafted black iron dagger like this, she wondered if he would be angry! With a light stroke of the black iron dagger, her garment instantly transformed into a dozen or so strips of cloth. She took one and neatly tied her waist-length hair into a ponytail. Then she got up and went outside. Somewhere, she found two wooden sticks, about two fingers thick, that had been peeled off and looked clean, and half an aloe vera plant. She took one of the slightly larger sticks, wrapped it in layers of cloth, and handed it to Tang Heng, saying, "It might hurt a lot later. If you can't stand it, just bite on this!" He took it without a word and placed it beside him.

Pei Xiaolei had read many explicit BL novels and even dared to study SM works like "Absolutely Beautiful Slave." However, these were just things she used to kill time at home; she never imagined they would one day become her practical guide.

Yes, Tang Heng's actions weren't wrong, but they weren't entirely on the right track. Although he had ejaculated, his body had only just been aroused, and it seemed this drug could keep his arousal at its peak for a long time. Now, she could either let him slowly ejaculate, slowly tormenting him, until he died from exhaustion; or she could decisively bring him to his peak in one go, wearing down the drug's effects.

She took a thin strip of cloth, about half a finger wide, and looped it around his penis. Tang Heng's body tensed suddenly, immediately stopping the hand that had touched his penis, looking at her in shock, his glans trembling slightly involuntarily, leaking a little fluid.

Pei Xiaolei pulled away his hand that was trying to stop her, saying, "Bear with it. You've taken a very strong and strange aphrodisiac. Without an antidote, this is the only way I can save you!"

His face suddenly turned ashen, and he asked in a low, hoarse voice, "The only way?"

She raised her head, her gaze clear as she met his, and answered clearly, "The only way!" After a moment, she added, "From now on, I am your doctor!"

He hummed in agreement, then lowered his head, no longer speaking or struggling. He quietly blushed, gritted his teeth, and watched her slender hands roam over his erect penis, each unintentional, slight touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah..." A sharp, intense pain shot through him, and he cried out in pain, his head snapping back.

Pei Xiaolei didn't stop there. Instead, she quickly tied the rope binding the base of his penis, pulling it slightly, causing the thin strip of cloth to sink even deeper. Another sharp gasp came from above. Her brows furrowed even more. She crossed the two ends of the rope, making a net-like binding around the increasingly engorged organ in her hand. When it reached the glans, the rope wrapped around the shaft several times, tying a neat, standard bow at the base. Her method of bondage, while perhaps not excellent, was at least visually convincing.

Tang Heng lay half-reclined on the straw, head tilted back, staring blankly at the simple roof, breathing heavily. Large drops of sweat streamed down his forehead. His lower body ached; his burgeoning desire was forcibly imprisoned in a small, dark room.

After a while, Pei Xiaolei pulled him up, making him kneel down, spread his legs, and stick out his buttocks. He complied, his half-asleep, watery eyes unable to conceal the pain in his heart. The nightmare had finally arrived.

Pei Xiaolei stared blankly at the wooden stick she held in her hand, covered in aloe vera sap and shaped into a crude male genital organ. She was slightly distracted. She was actually going to be the legendary S.

Kneeling behind him, she spread Tang Heng's buttocks with one hand and pressed a piece of sticky aloe vera flesh against his already red-hot anus with the other.

Tang Heng's tense, stiff body made it impossible for her to complete her task. She slapped his snow-white buttocks hard, as if to him and herself, saying, "Relax!"

Tang Heng took a deep breath after the pain, spread his legs wider, raised his buttocks, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go ahead!"

She glanced at him, finding it hard to believe that the arrogant and conceited prince had suddenly become so resilient.

"It will hurt, bear with it..." she said, inserting a finger into his narrow, hot body. Before the aloe vera flesh was squeezed out by the intestinal wall, the thick wooden stick in her hand blocked the exit of his anus.

That bastard said anal penetration was easy; she'd definitely kill him.

It was so tight; she'd tried several times with a two-finger-wide wooden stick, but it wouldn't go in. Tang Heng was half-lying on the ground, drenched in sweat, nearly collapsing from the pain.

What to do? She was worried too! Then, the scene from the comic book, hidden in her mind, began to flash before her eyes perfectly...

After being taught a lesson, she changed her position, squatting down beside Tang Heng. One hand reached for his pink penis, which had been bound and was slightly discolored. Tang Heng was startled and suddenly looked up, silently watching her, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something. But after a moment, he simply lowered his already flushed face shyly. His body swayed back and forth with the back-and-forth rubbing between her fingers, making gurgling sounds in his throat.

Behind him, a thick, hard object was slowly being pushed into his body inch by inch with his movements. His body, which had just softened, immediately tensed up again. His anus was in excruciating pain, as if it were about to tear. But looking at the slender woman in front of him, her brows furrowed, her lips tightly pressed together, her hair already damp with a thin layer of sweat, and who looked much younger than him, he couldn't say a word. His teeth were clenched tightly on his lips, and his body swayed back and forth more violently with the warmth of her hands. The wooden rod inserted into his anus, accompanied by the increasingly strong taste of blood between his lips and teeth, went in even deeper.

Suddenly, a strange electric current surged through his body from behind, an extreme pleasure rushing to his head.

"Ugh... ah..." He jerked his head up, trembling as he cried out, his lower body recklessly rubbing and thrusting against Pei Xiaolei's warm hand hole, the surging blood within him clamoring for release.

Was it here? Pei Xiaolei's eyes lit up. Grabbing the wooden stick, she aimed it at the barrel she'd just been facing. This time, she was too excited, and her strength was slightly greater…

“Ugh… Ah… Ah… Ah…” An even more intense sensation overwhelmed her, but the outlet of her desire was mercilessly blocked. Several times she tried to break free, but the consequence of failure was even more intense pain and arousal. After several attempts, tears welled up in her eyes.

“It hurts so much, let me out…” she pleaded pitifully in a hoarse voice, her body weak.

“Not yet…” Pei Xiaolei suppressed her own intense emotions, answering coldly. Her hands didn't pause for a moment, thrusting even faster and more violently.

Under the dual stimulation from both ends, a strange pleasure coursed through every cell of her body, overwhelming her life force.

Her body was already weak and powerless, only mechanically swaying back and forth as a conditioned reflex. Her ears and eyes seemed to have malfunctioned; she couldn't see or hear anything from the outside world. After a warm liquid gushed from his burning anus, the pain seemed to lessen. His narrow body no longer offered futile resistance to the oncoming intruder; the intestinal walls contracted and relaxed in rhythm, reducing the agony.

All his nerve endings were focused on the swollen, purple penis she was stroking with her fingertips. His fingers, lying on the ground, pierced through the straw and dug deep into the soil. His hazy gaze at Pei Xiaolei conveyed only one signal: he needed release.

Just as he was about to give up hope, the rhythm behind him suddenly intensified, pounding heavily and rapidly on a certain spot. "Ah..." A short, sharp scream escaped his throat. Simultaneously, the tip of his penis received a brutal stimulation.

He trembled and convulsed a few times. Just when he thought he was about to end his life in this indescribable pleasure, the ropes that had bound him for so long were suddenly released. His body thrust forward violently, and a stream of milky white semen spurted out. He gasped and trembled, then throbbed a few more times, releasing more white fluid intermittently before collapsing weakly into Pei Xiaolei's arms...

The

warm sunlight streamed in through the open doorway, gently illuminating Tang Heng. He fluttered his long eyelashes slightly, opened his eyes, and sat up. A very uncomfortable feeling washed over him; his head ached, and his back hurt... He glanced around; the surroundings were empty except for a stack of folded blue clothes and a pair of cloth shoes on the pile of straw where he had been lying.

He stared fixedly at the items before him, a fear slowly creeping into his heart, tightening its grip.

This wouldn't do; she couldn't leave him alone! In a panic, Tang Heng grabbed the clothes and shoes on the ground and ran outside, completely ignoring the words written on the ground: "I'm going to find food."

Pei Xiaolei pulled her skirt up high, tying it tightly around her thighs. Her snow-white calves below her knees were soaking in the stream. She gripped a sharp wooden fork she'd made, intently watching the water, the fork raised high. Suddenly, a "plop" sounded, and a splash appeared on the surface, followed by a small red dot.

She hooked the large, fat fish she'd caught and deftly tossed it onto the grassy bank, where several of her fellow fish lay crookedly. Thinking this was enough, she wiped the water droplets from her face, went ashore, dried her feet, put on her shoes, and pulled down her skirt. Then, speaking to the sparse bushes behind him, he said, "Stop hiding, come out!"

Tang Heng emerged shakily from behind a large tree, clutching his clothes and shoes tightly. His bare feet were covered in mud, his big toenails curled outwards, oozing a little crimson. But this was far less gruesome than the trail of blood that snaked down his pale skin between his legs.

Pei Xiaolei frowned at the sight, narrowed her eyes, and took a step closer to him. He seemed to sense something as well, clutching his thin jacket, clamping his legs together, taking a slight step back, and taking a deep breath before raising his chin. He looked down at her out of the corner of his eye, offering her the clothes

and shoes, then said loudly in a hoarse voice, "I don't know how to wear these!" Pei Xiaolei looked at the clothes and shoes in front of her, then glanced at the boy with his slightly puffed-out cheeks, and her worries disappeared by more than half. Suddenly, she felt a surge of amusement and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hey... what are you laughing at!" Tang Heng never expected the woman opposite him to react this way, and was momentarily speechless.

"N-nothing... nothing to laugh at..." She finally managed to stop laughing, answering breathlessly. This Tang Prince was really cute, especially when he puffed out his cheeks, his expression was just like Liu Chen (see Chapter 1), the classmate she used to bully badly when they were kids in the 21st century. Liu Chen! I wonder how he is now! Does he ever think of her? No, no, she quickly shook her head, he doesn't remember her at all now, she has disappeared forever in that world, leaving no trace.

"If you don't want to help me, that's fine, no need to cry and laugh all the time!" Tang Heng lowered his head to look at her directly, his tone softening slightly as he spoke to her.

She cried? She wiped her face and found that there was indeed water, strange! When did she become so sentimental?

"It's stream water, not tears." She wiped away the tears and widened her eyes! In front of outsiders, she would never admit it, and explained loudly.

Tang Heng didn't dwell on the issue anymore and obediently let her pull him to the stream.

Pei Xiaolei took the clothes and shoes from his hands, put them on the bank, and then pushed him into the water, saying, "Take a bath first. I'll be over there. If you really can't put your clothes and shoes back on later, just call me!" Then she took out a bottle of ointment from her pocket, placed it on his clothes, pointed to his buttocks, and said meaningfully, "After you're done washing, remember to use the ointment yourself!" After saying that, she turned around, strung up the fish on the ground with grass, weighed the heavy weight in her hands, squinted her eyes, and walked away with a seemingly satisfied stride.

A fire was built, flames were lit, and the aroma of roasted fish wafted over. Although she didn't prepare as many seasonings as she did when she participated in wilderness survival activities, this natural roasting smell was enough to make her, who had been planning to go hungry for a long time, drool.

"Come and sit down!" she said, pointing to the pile of grass that had been laid out beside her.

Tang Heng limped awkwardly towards her and slowly sat down. The moment his bottom touched the ground, his lips tightened and his brow furrowed.

Pei Xiaolei glanced at the boy beside her, whose clothes were tied crookedly, smiled slightly, and handed him a grilled fish, saying, "Try it!"

He took it, ignoring the heat, and bit into it. In no time, the area around him was covered in fish bones and fins. "

He can really eat," Pei Xiaolei thought, looking at the only grilled fish left in her hand with a hint of dismay.

"Hey...who are you a maidservant from?" He let out a burp, having eaten too much, and asked the woman beside him.

A maidservant? Pei Xiaolei paused, then looked down at the fabric of her clothes. Although she wasn't very knowledgeable about the market, her silk robes were worth at least half a year's expenses for a middle-class family. In his eyes, she was merely a maidservant. Was his family too wealthy, or was the "Number One Manor Under Heaven" too shabby?

"I'm not called 'Hey' either, I'm called Pei Xiaolei!" Putting aside the issue of wealth, she finally introduced herself to her fellow sufferer,

"Pei Xiaolei, Xiaolei, Xiaolei... I'll call you Xiaolei from now on." Tang Heng repeated it twice before concluding.

"Call me whatever you want, a name is just a title!" After saying that, she squatted down and tied his loose shoelaces, a slightly rapid breathing hovering above her head.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Pei Xiaolei looked up, seeing the boy's face growing increasingly red, and asked her current number one patient with some surprise.

"Nothing!" Tang Heng immediately looked away, avoiding the alluring cleavage exposed by her bending over, and slowly stood up from the ground, moving a little further away.

What an awkward child, Pei Xiaolei smiled, patted her floor-length skirt, and stood up as well. Pointing to the stream, she said, "Where there's water, there are houses! We should follow the stream; we can't go wrong!"

The boy walked ahead of her without a word, his gait a little strange, but his back was very straight.

After a moment, the boy stopped in front of her, as if gathering his courage, and said with his back to her, "After leaving here, I will definitely marry you as my concubine! I will protect you for the rest of your life!"

His slightly wooden voice and his hunched back seemed familiar to Pei Xiaolei, but her thoughts drifted to another distant time and space.

Once, there was a small shoulder that often stood stubbornly in front of her, shielding her from stones and jeers; fighting for her against boys much taller than him, getting injured and bruised; her little fists were actually quite strong, but she never had the chance to use them. Her little tricks were often used on him in the end; he never resisted, and she never hit him hard. After he was adopted, he would secretly run back and give her all the pocket money his adoptive parents gave him; on her birthday, he would run away from home in the middle of the night to an orphanage several kilometers away to sing her a birthday song.

The Liu Chen she used to call a "homebody" when he left the orphanage had grabbed her hands and, in a childish voice, imitated the heroes on TV, promising, "After I leave here, I will definitely marry you! I will protect you for the rest of my life!"

Time seemed to stand still in those words. That silly Liu Chen, that blushing Liu Chen, that Liu Chen who promised her a lifetime, seemed to stand before her now, carrying her on his back, shielding her from all the storms that threatened her.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Tang Heng turned around, only to see the woman's face streaked with tears.

"What's wrong!" He quickly walked to her and reached out to wipe away her tears.

Pei Xiaolei snapped out of her daze, slightly stepping back to avoid his outstretched hand. She wiped away her tears, forced a smile, and said, "I'm fine, I just suddenly thought of someone I know!"

"Is he someone very important?" he asked, standing beside her.

"Very important! But he's gone!" Pei Xiaolei looked up at the sky, as if to stop her tears from falling.

"I'll take care of you from now on!" Tang Heng walked in front of her, looking earnestly into her eyes. "I won't let you cry!"

Was that just a proposal?

Pei Xiaolei finally understood what Tang Heng meant. Her eyes widened as she looked at the boy before her, her heart skipping a beat. This was a proposal…

She walked over, patted his shoulder forcefully, and said in a very brotherly tone, “Too bad, I already have a husband! You’re too late!”

“You…you’re already married?” Tang Heng looked at her in surprise, his face turning from red to pale.

“That’s right!” she readily admitted, declaring her engagement.

“You’re married now, why are you still wearing your hair like a young lady!” He suddenly roared angrily at her, turning and walking away, his footsteps pounding with rage.

She touched her long, flowing hair, somewhat bewildered. Who said married women had to wear their hair up? Her mother had been married to her father for over ten years and had never seen her wear her hair up even once. She herself had been married for ten years, and no one had ever touched her hair. Moreover, in the prestigious No. 1 Manor, there were countless women who didn’t wear their hair up after marriage!

The assassin

walked and walked... At the end of the river, there was no bridge, no houses... only withered vines, old trees, crows at dusk... and that bottomless cliff and the waterfall cascading down three thousand feet! "

I can't take it anymore!" Pei Xiaolei dropped her longsword, plopped down on the ground, and looked at the other side of the river with despair. The winding river stretched endlessly upwards!

She rubbed her stiff, aching calves, took off her shoes, revealing a pair of perfectly shaped feet. Fortunately, foot binding wasn't common in this timeline, allowing the girls here to escape the fate of self-mutilation.

She put her shoes away, dipped her toes into the water, and felt the cool, refreshing current gently patting her feet. Occasionally, a few oblivious fish would dart and play between her feet, sometimes even stealing a few kisses, innocently oblivious to any danger. For the past three days, she had survived on fish from this river, and she was now a veritable fish-killing maniac, her speed and skill sometimes even astonishing herself.

But even the freshest and most delicious fish gets tiresome after so many meals.

"Won't you come and soak in it? It's very comfortable, isn't it?" she said, turning to Tang Heng, who stood a few meters away, and even playfully lifted her foot to show she wasn't exaggerating.

"Hmph..." Tang Heng, who hadn't given her a kind word except for simple responses like "hmph" and "ha" throughout the journey, ignored her and walked towards the shade of a tree. Suddenly,

a loud thud echoed from not far away, followed by the painful groan of the Tang family's eldest son. Pei Xiaolei was startled, slipped on her shoes, and rushed to the scene of the accident. She pulled Tang Heng, who had fallen flat on his back, to his feet, scrutinized his face, and only felt slightly relieved to see he wasn't injured.

"What...what are you looking at? Let go of me!" Tang Heng, his face flushed, pouted and broke free from her grasp, taking a few steps back to keep his distance.

Hmph! Little brat, I'm ignoring him! Pei Xiaolei lowered her head and tugged at the plant root that had tripped Tang Heng. With a sudden pull, she pulled out several huge sweet potatoes from the soil.

Good heavens! Pei Xiaolei almost thanked Tang Heng for his capriciousness—sweet potatoes! Hahaha…she could finally eat something else! At that moment, her stomach also started pounding in agreement. Without further ado, she got to work, quickly digging out about ten sweet potatoes, then immediately called out to Tang Heng, who was nearby, to gather some large clods of dirt. Tang Heng watched her busy work, still giving a sarcastic snort, then feigning reluctance with a sour face, deftly searching for clods of dirt.

They built an earthen fortress, heated the clay clods until they were red-hot, threw in a few sweet potatoes, broke the clods, and covered it up. A few moments later, freshly baked, fragrant sweet potatoes were ready.

So delicious! Ignoring the heat, she picked up a sweet potato with a charred exterior and golden-brown interior, broke it in half, handed one half to Tang Heng who stood silently beside her, staring blankly, and put the other half in her mouth, taking a big bite. The flavor lingered on her lips and teeth. Mmm…it tasted amazing!

Seeing her blissful expression, Tang Heng naturally wasn't going to be outdone. He wolfed down his own sweet potato in a few bites, then started eyeing the other sweet potatoes. After eating so much fish for so many days, he was tired of it.

After eating and drinking their fill, it was time to continue their journey. Although the road ahead was uncertain, no matter what, they had to keep going.

She wrapped a dozen or so sweet potatoes in a cloth and gave them to Tang Heng to carry. The two of them started walking back along the river, one after the other. She couldn't believe there wasn't a single house around such a large river.

But they hadn't gone far when they heard the rapid sound of horses' hooves ahead, followed by billowing dust.

Could it be Neng Shang and the others looking for them? Pei Xiaolei looked up, a flicker of hope in her heart.

No! She frowned. This wasn't them… The sound of hooves grew closer, and the murderous aura emanating from the horses intensified.

"Xiaolei, hurry! They're looking for me!" Tang Heng seemed to recognize something, pulling her along and pushing her into the jungle. He himself ran towards another exposed high ground, clutching a wooden stick, looking resigned to his fate.

"You brat! What are you doing? Run!" Pei Xiaolei chased after him, pulling the fool down, and ran into the jungle.

"Let go of me, run away yourself! They're looking for me! You'll die

if you stay with me!" Tang Heng, with a strength he didn't know he possessed, broke free from her and tried to run towards the other side of the mountain. Even in this life-or-death situation, he was still causing trouble. Pei Xiaolei was furious. She caught up with him in a few strides, grabbed Tang Heng who was still trying to escape, and slapped him hard. "Have you had enough? Since I saved you, I won't let you die so easily again!"

"Let's go!"

Tang Heng was stunned by the stinging slap, and was dragged along by Pei Xiaolei, somewhat dazed.

"Young Master Tang, we've been waiting for you for a long time!" After finally crossing the jungle, they were met by a team of over a hundred assassins.

"Let her go, this has nothing to do with her! I'll go with you!" Tang Heng blocked her way, stubbornly raising his head, still speaking to the masked man sitting on horseback in his usual arrogant voice.

"Hahahaha... Trying to negotiate with me? You? Hahaha... You don't need to come with me, you'll stay here forever!" The masked man on horseback laughed wildly, waving his hand and roaring, "Kill them!" Several burly men behind him immediately jumped off their horses, one of them brandishing a sword and charging at them.

Tang Heng shielded her behind him, drawing her longsword to meet the attack.

Young Master Tang's martial arts were truly pathetic; with their rudimentary skills, they couldn't even withstand three moves. Seeing the blade about to strike him, he didn't even try to dodge! Hey! Hey! Hey! You dodged in the wrong place! You should have dodged to the right! Attack his right flank, why are you attacking his lower body...

I can't take it anymore! Pei Xiaolei charged into the fray. With a swift turn, she used the chaos to parry the blade aimed at Tang Heng. Then, following the direction he turned to strike her, she suddenly dodged and shrugged, grabbing his arm and twisting it with a clockwise over-the-shoulder throw. The burly man screamed and tumbled to the ground. The knife was now in Pei Xiaolei's hand. The several burly men who had been leisurely watching from the sidelines paled upon seeing this and immediately swarmed in to attack.

…

"Nothing special!" Pei Xiaolei lightly tapped her gleaming white blade with her index finger, smiling as she looked at the masked man on horseback.

"Indeed!" The masked man also smiled at her, completely ignoring his unconscious subordinate lying on the ground.

"Aren't you going to kill them?" the masked man asked casually.

"Too dirty!" she replied indifferently.

"Come with me! I won't kill you!" He looked at her for a while, then began to casually comb the snow-white fur of his mount, seemingly inviting her to surrender.

"No interest!" She gave a faint smile, but her hands gripped the hilt of her knife tightly, stopping Tang Heng from trying to persuade her.

"Since that's the case, send them on their way!" The masked man looked at her, his eyes still smiling, but his words were as sharp as a thousand-year-old ice.

Dozens of burly men jumped off their horses at the same time, surrounding her in groups of three or five. In terms of martial arts and teamwork, these men were much stronger than the previous ones. After a dozen or so rounds, she was already panting, sweat stinging her eyes. Damn it, these men were soldiers.

"Let her go, it has nothing to do with her. If you want to kill someone, kill me!" Unable to break into the battle, Tang Heng charged towards the masked man.

"As you wish!" A sharp blade pierced through with a cold voice.

"You idiot!" Pei Xiaolei slashed and cut through the encirclement with her knife, but she didn't have time to block with her own blade, so she could only use her body as a shield.

The expected pain did not come; she was already embraced in a warm embrace.

"Shang!" She looked at the man holding her tightly, overwhelmed with emotion. Looking around, she realized that Ziye, Ruomei, and a dozen guards from the manor had surrounded her.

She had never felt such intense and close-up killing intent before. Neng Shang watched her silently, carefully checking her until he was sure she wasn't injured, then kissed her forehead and handed her over to Ruomei. He then walked towards the group that had attacked her, the air growing colder with each step.

"Kill him!" Before the man could finish speaking, he was already decapitated, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief as he stared at his scattered limbs.

There was a reason why no scholar or warrior in the world dared to oppose the number one manor in the land. Not to mention the Pei family army, whose strength was said to be unmatched. Even the four adopted sons of the Pei family have never left the top four of the martial arts rankings. Even Pei Xishan, renowned for his culinary skills, has consistently held the sixth-place position. If you include the fifth-ranked man, who is now the son-in-law of the number one manor in the world, then all those with the most profound martial arts skills belong to the number one manor.

Death is not frightening; what is frightening is who kills you. This is a common saying among martial artists when facing the number one manor.

"Draw your sword!" A blood-dripping sword, brimming with murderous intent, points at the masked man standing amidst a pile of decapitated corpses, yet still wearing a smile.

"Useless, all dead!" The masked man kicked the corpses at his feet and said casually, remaining unmoved by the sword pointed at his head. He simply turned his head and looked indifferently at Tang Heng, who was also being protected in the distance, saying, "If I die, you will never see your parents, siblings, or relatives again!" Neng Shang

narrowed his fox-like eyes, glanced thoughtfully at the masked man, sheathed his sword, and struck him with a palm. As the man coughed up blood, Neng Shang flicked the sword, and the mask split open, revealing an excessively pale and beautiful face.

Upon seeing this, Tang Heng's expression changed drastically. He immediately rushed out, shouting, "No, don't kill him!"

"Brother..." He knelt on the ground, grabbing the masked man's hand, crying in disbelief, "Why? What? You want to kill me? What have you done to my father, mother, and siblings?"

"I'm not your brother!" He disgustedly shook off the man's hand, stood up from the ground, and without looking at anyone, limped onto his horse, seemingly speaking to others, yet also seemingly to himself, "I won't let a single member of your Tang family go!"

"Ah... why? Why did this happen?" Tang Heng knelt on the ground in despair, watching the horses that had already gone far away, and cried out in grief and indignation.

"Shang! Do you think it's just bad luck, or is the security in the territory poor lately?" They had only walked a dozen meters when hundreds of people suddenly appeared in front of them, surrounding them in layers. Pei Xiaolei found this situation somewhat amusing. Speaking of which, her luck had been really bad lately, with one bloody disaster after another.

"The manager here is no good, we'll get rid of him!" Pei Xiaolei completely disregarded the newly appeared enemy, childishly trying to negotiate with Neng Shang.

"You decide!" Neng Shang affectionately tapped her nose and smiled. One arm tightened around her slender waist, pulling her close.

She wasn't afraid of blood, but she hated the enemy's blood splattered on her. So when she frowned, Neng Shang immediately hugged her tightly and leaped up, placing her high in the air on a large tree over ten meters tall, offering a wide view. The

enemy's numbers were decreasing rapidly, while their side was fighting with ease, even leisurely. From above, it seemed like just a game of killing and being killed. If, if there hadn't been a row of blinding white lights in the distance, she would have been happy to watch the whole game as a spectator. It was arrows, a dense row, hidden in the jungle.

"Ziye, let's go!" She jumped down, and Xiao Ziye, who was waiting under the tree, caught her steadily. The two immediately ran towards the jungle. Tang Heng, who had also been placed under a large tree, saw this and followed.

Sixty... seventy... eighty... There were actually over a hundred archers lying in ambush nearby, all with their bows fully drawn. It seemed they were prepared to wipe out friend and foe alike.

Pei Xiaolei, who had circled behind them, gestured to Xiao Ziye, picked up a stone, and threw it with a thud against another large rock. The crisp sound startled the archers, and they all lowered their bows and looked back nervously. The sight of their comrades' blood and screams was deafening.

"There are only two of them, no, there are three! Everyone, don't panic!" a more alert person shouted immediately. The chaotic crowd began to regroup in an orderly fashion, but unfortunately, the chaos had already attracted the attention of Neng Shang and the others, and it was too late for the archers to regroup and draw their bows. There was absolutely no need to fight to the death with fewer troops at this time. The three of them fought and retreated, waiting for reinforcements to arrive. Little did they know that this aimless retreat would drive them to the edge of a cliff.

"Force them down!" someone on the other side shouted. This unexpected gain was like a windfall. A group of people immediately attacked again. Ziye was perfectly fine, of course, but Tang Heng was in a sorry state. After a few rounds, he was covered in red and green bruises.

"Watch out!" Pei Xiaolei pushed Tang Heng aside and slashed her knife diagonally, deflecting the blade that was about to strike him.

"You brat, you're asking for it!" Another blade came at her. She stepped back slightly, dodging it while pulling Tang Heng away.

"Miss!" A terrified scream rang out. She didn't even know how it happened before she and Tang Heng were both knocked off the cliff by a huge force.

It turns out that even transmigrated women can't escape the cliff law! While enjoying her freefall, she was surprisingly calm. Reading too many transmigration novels on JJ (a Chinese online literature platform) really does improve one's mental resilience.

"Xiao Lei!" Neng Shang watched Pei Xiao Lei plummet off the cliff before her eyes, her eyes turning red with rage. She frantically tried to jump.

"Third Young Master!" The guards rushed forward, tightly embracing him. They couldn't stop Xiao Ziye, they couldn't let the Third Young Master be left behind!

"Let go!" he roared, his killing intent rising. The guards surrounding him were instantly thrown back three feet, falling to the ground. His eyes red, he looked at the people around him and said, "Those who block my way die!" Then he turned and jumped off the cliff. Suddenly, a numbness ran down his back, and he felt dizzy and weak. "Master..." Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown into Ruomei's arms.

"Keep an eye on him!" With that, the woman leaped off the cliff.

Ruomei stared dumbfounded at the person who had suddenly appeared, then looked at the group of black cavalrymen behind her, who had already cleared the area and were standing in neat rows. A sense of fear crept into her heart.

The young master has arrived…

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