The Flower-Picking Prince (Traditional Chinese)

Author: Jiangnan Kukusheng

(Part 1) Joy

One summer night, a gentle breeze blew, the bright moon rose, and the heat of the day gradually dissipated in the silence.

After mostly fanned themselves in the courtyard to cool off, enjoying the beauty of the night and the moonlight.

At this time, in the backyard of the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion, in a magnificent room, came the sounds of a man and a woman laughing and joking.

The candlelight flickered red, and the soft light shone on the two of them. They sat on the bed, nestled together.

"Young master, I have given you everything. You must not be unfaithful. If you are unfaithful, Xiaolian will only have

one way out: death." A maid-like girl leaned her head against a young master's chest, speaking softly and solemnly.

"Xiaolian, I've sworn this a hundred times already. Do you expect me to repeat it again?" he said, glancing at

Xiaolian, who was looking at him with a worried expression.

Seeing this, the young master had no choice but to raise his voice, lift his head, and repeat his vow: "I, Fu Chenghu, no matter

who I marry in the future, I will always keep Xiaolian by my side, making her my concubine, letting her serve me, for life. If

I break this vow, may I…" He paused, glancing at Xiaolian again. Xiaolian looked at him, showing no intention of stopping him.

The young master sighed and continued, "If I break this vow, may my entire family die, may I be childless, may my intestines be ripped out

, may my heart be torn apart, may I die a horrible death, may I die without a complete corpse, may I die without a burial place." After saying this, he felt a chill run through him

, and his lips trembled slightly. He muttered to himself, "This oath isn't that accurate, is it? I've been

making oaths since I was little. Why am I getting a little scared every time I make one lately?" At this moment, he regretted making such a terrible vow.

Was it really worth it for a little maid's body?

Xiaolian smiled upon hearing this. Her large, watery eyes gazed affectionately at the young master. The young master looked at

her heaving breasts, the tender flesh beneath the thin veil, and her red bra, and his heart stirred. The desire that had just subsided

rose again.

The young master wrapped his right arm tightly around her, kissed her fair, apple-shaped face, and smiled, "Little Lian, my

darling , a moment of passion on this night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, let's begin now." With that, he kissed Little Lian's red lips, his left hand pressing

against her breast, greedily kneading it forcefully. Little Lian instinctively tried to stop him, but she was small and weak,

and it was futile.

The young master kissed, licked, and gently nibbled at Little Lian's lips, and after a while, satisfied, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

To please the young master, Little Lian actively engaged his tongue in a passionate kiss. This made the young master feel very comfortable. His other hand

had already removed her thin veil, reaching inside her bra to caress her breasts, pulling and

pinching them alternately until her nipples quickly hardened. Her breasts slowly swelled.

Xiaolian's breathing became erratic from the young master's teasing, her eyes blazing with desire. She knew what she needed, so

she reached out and hooked her arms around the young master's neck, making alluring sounds through her nose.

The young master released her mouth and said, "Xiaolian, let's take our clothes off." Xiaolian blushed and nodded.

Soon, the two were like cavemen. The young master gazed at her slender, exquisite body, swallowing hard. Xiaolian saw

the young master's manhood, and her heart pounded wildly. That thing, like a big eggplant, was as hard as iron. Every time it went in,

it made him feel like he was dying and coming back to life. That feeling was truly intoxicating.

The young master got into bed and sat down with his legs apart. He said to Xiaolian, "Xiaolian, come and taste it." Xiaolian obediently knelt down

between his legs, holding the rod in one hand, and stretched out her fragrant tongue to sweep across the head of his penis. The young master let out a "Ah!" and

praised, "So comfortable, Xiaolian, continue."

Xiaolian spread her fragrant tongue and licked and rubbed the penis delicately, making it clean and

red. Then, she put the glans in her mouth, sucking and stroking it, making the young master

pant heavily and press her head down. The young master tried his best to control himself; he didn't want to ejaculate before the battle.

He called out, "Little Lotus, come on, sit on me." Little Lotus released his penis, wiggled her round little

buttocks, parted her labia, and slowly inserted it. Although her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, the Southern Kingdom was too large, and it took a lot of

effort to reach the bottom.

His penis was tightly and warmly held in a fleshy crevice, an indescribable sensation. The young master enjoyed himself while

playing with her two small breasts. Little Lotus, meanwhile, rose and fell her buttocks, panting softly, half-closing her beautiful eyes at the young master,

her little mouth making soft moans.

The young master held Xiaolian's buttocks, thrusting upwards in rhythm with her. Xiaolian cried out loudly, "Young master,

your thanks feel so good! Faster!" Hearing this, the young master pulled her over, pinning her beneath him, and

thrust into her forcefully. In one breath, he brought Xiaolian to orgasm.

The young master paused for a moment, smiling, "Xiaolian, your skills aren't good enough. You gave up so quickly.

Are all your family members as weak as you?" As he spoke, he bent down and began licking her nipples.

Xiaolian whimpered, saying, "Who said my family members are all weak? My sister is very healthy. Like a

leopard ."

The young master said, "Xiaolian, are you lying to me? I've never heard you mention having a sister."

Xiaolian replied, "She's been learning martial arts from our master and only recently came home. My mother is so happy."

The young master's eyes lit up, and he asked, "You say your sister is very healthy, so what does she look like? Is she as beautiful as

you?"

Xiaolian's face showed pride as she said, "Among all my relatives, young ladies and wives,

there aren't any who can compare to my sister. She's very tall, almost as tall as you, young master. Her figure is superb

; no man can resist her. Her face is even more beautiful; compared to her, I'm an ugly monster

."

Hearing these words, the young master frowned... He grinned and said loudly, "Xiaolian, you have such a wonderful sister! That's great!

Bring her over another day so I can see her."

Xiaolian glared at him and scolded, "What are you planning? Don't even think about her."

The young master gently thrust his penis in and out, saying, "Is that even a question? Such a beautiful girl, I must have

her. You two sisters can sleep with me together. Wouldn't that be incredibly blissful?"

Xiaolian hummed softly as the young master thrust in and out, her arms wrapped around his neck, and said gently, "Young master, I

advise you not to have any designs on her. Her martial arts are very powerful, and she has a terrible temper. In the martial arts world, she's known as the '

Jade Hand Rakshasa.' If you see her, just a couple more glances at her, and you'll be dead."

The young master thrust hard a few times and said, "Now that you mention it, I absolutely must see her, not only must I see her..."

"I want to fuck her even more. And make her lick me. Just like you did earlier." With that, he began to move like a whirlwind. He

was fucking his sister while thinking of his older sister, and his penis was rock hard.

After a while, the young master knelt down, his arms wrapped around Xiaolian's jade legs, his penis moving steadily. Look at the point of fusion,

his penis reluctantly opened the two little red gates, going in and out, bringing out a lot of sticky fluid. This sticky fluid made the bush and the anus

wet. It was truly a wonder of the world. The young master was overjoyed.

Xiaolian's cave squeezed the southern country comfortably, and the young master was so happy that he placed the jade legs on his shoulders, and with

the momentum of lifting mountains and covering cauldrons, he launched the most violent attack. While he was thrusting wildly, he called out Xiaolian's name and said dirty words. This

time , Xiaolian cried out incessantly, her delicate body trembling like a lotus flower in a strong wind.

The young master was in the midst of his passionate lovemaking when suddenly someone outside shouted, "Young master, something bad has happened! The master has returned, and he's

in a terrible temper. Fuqiang said he's coming soon. Be careful, young master!" The voice belonged to the young master's henchman, Fugui.

The young master was startled and ejaculated hastily. He then told Xiaolian to quickly put on her clothes and run. Xiaolian

moved swiftly and quickly dressed. She then helped the young master dress, and he urged, "Xiaolian, you run! The old man wouldn't dare do

anything to me. I am, after all, his son." Although he said this, his voice trembled, and his hands were somewhat clumsy.

Xiaolian thought to herself, sooner or later the master will find out. If the master finds out, will he spare her? The master is

a high-ranking general of the imperial court; where can she run to? Running away is the same as dying. She might as well die here. Thinking this, she didn't

run, but calmly helped the young master dress.

Just as she finished putting on his inner garments, many sounds came from outside. Men's shouts, curses, women's pleas, and

weeping. And the sound of hurried footsteps. With a thud, someone kicked the door. With the kick, the bolted door wobbled

; with another thud, both doors crashed down like two dead dogs.

Outside the empty doorway stood many people. Leading them were two people: a burly old man and a beautiful

young woman. These two were the young master's father and stepmother. The second wife grabbed the old man's hand, crying, "Master, he

's just a child. He doesn't understand anything. Please spare him this time."

The old man's eyebrows furrowed, and he carefully shook off his wife's hand, saying, "Madam, you don't need to persuade me anymore.

This little beast, I'm going to get rid of him today. Everyone in the capital knows I've been keeping a playboy.

Going to brothels, playing with maids, he's made me lose all face!" With that, he stormed in with a menacing air.

Xiaolian hurriedly knelt down, pleading, "Master, it's all my fault! I seduced the young master! If you

want to kill someone, just kill me. This has nothing to do with the young master." The master raised his foot, intending to kick

the pretty girl to death, but after hearing these words, he lowered his foot. He snorted coldly and ignored her.

Turning his head to look for his son, he couldn't find him. After a quick search, he found his son under the table. The master

was furious. He rushed forward, kicking the table to pieces, then stretched out a hand as big as a fan, grabbing the young master by the neck like

an eagle catching , and lifting him into the air. Judging from the master's stance, he was going to throw him to his death.

The young master was terrified, flailing his arms and legs. He wanted to beg for mercy, to ask his stepmother to intercede. But he knew his father

despised spineless cowards, and if that happened, his chances of survival would be slim. In desperation, he cried out, "Father, Father, you

can't kill me!"

The old man lifted him even higher, shouting, "You're my son, and you've done nothing good. Why can't I kill you?"

"Father, Father, your son is a young marquis. He was personally appointed by the current emperor. He's registered in the court. If you

kill me, how will you explain it to the emperor?"

The old man sneered a few times, saying, "At worst, I'll have the emperor chop off my head to atone for your life."

As he spoke , he lifted him to the highest point, seemingly serious.

The young master, sweating profusely, said, "Aren't you afraid of the Emperor? Aren't you afraid of the Crown Prince? I'm the Crown Prince's

godson and the Grandson's good brother. If you kill me, how can you face the Crown Prince and the Grandson?"

Hearing this, the old man's head buzzed. He thought, "That's right. The Crown Prince has saved my life several times and dotes on

this beast. If I really kill him, the Crown Prince will blame me. This little beast is truly cunning; he actually knows how to use

the Crown Prince's authority to pressure me."

Thinking this, the old man lowered the young master's head even further. The young master breathed a sigh of relief and continued his eloquence: "Father,

your son is not afraid of death. Although your son is useless and has made mistakes, he has not committed a capital crime. As the saying goes, if a father commands his son

to die, the son has no choice but to die. Your son is not afraid of death, but if your son dies, who

will take care ? After you pass away, who will wear mourning clothes for you and burn paper money for you? If you really don't

want me as your son, I won't live either. Let me commit suicide. If I commit suicide, you will have no responsibility.

You will have a better answer when the emperor and the crown prince ask." As he spoke, the young master shed tears.

These words made the old man's eyes red. He was already old, and he really had such a precious son. If he really

killed him, the Fu family line would end. But if he's let him off so easily, what if he does it again?

As the old man hesitated, his wife rushed over, knelt at his feet, hugged his legs, and cried, "

My lord , you can't kill him! Your hair is all white, and he's your only child. If you kill him,

who will our family rely on in the future? It's all my fault, I didn't discipline him properly. If you must kill someone, kill

me instead!" She sobbed uncontrollably.

The old man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes welled up with tears. He shook his head and sighed, looking at the servants

kneeling , as if they had found a scapegoat. He roared, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you!"

The servants stood up and hurriedly dispersed, like lambs being chased by wolves. In an instant, the doorway was empty.

The master's hand loosened, and with a thud, the young master fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

Xiaolian, rushed over to help him up. The young master gently pushed her away and gave her a wink. Xiaolian understood what the young master meant; he was afraid

that her concern would anger the master and cause him to do something to harm her. Fortunately, the master didn't even look at her.

The master bent down to help his wife up and wiped her tears with his sleeve. He said softly, "Madam, you

've been treated so badly by marrying into our family. It's all this child's fault. If I had a second son, I would have killed him today."

The lady smiled and said, "Master, you are already very fortunate to have one son. Some families

don't even have one son. Fortunately, your ancestors accumulated good karma. You are also a kind-hearted person, and good people are rewarded. Heaven has given us a

son. Although this child is disobedient, he is not a bad person at heart. He will change for the better as he grows up."

The old man turned and glared at his son, saying sternly, "You brat, I don't want to see you again. Starting tomorrow, you

're leaving this house. Go out and make a living on your own. Don't come back to see me until you've made something of yourself. Remember, don't

use my name outside. And don't say you're my son."

Upon hearing this, the son knelt down with a thud, saying, "Father, you don't want me anymore? Are you going to

sever our father-son relationship? I beg you, please spare me this time. From now on, I'll listen to you."

The old man turned his back and ignored him. The lady came over, took his hand, and said, "Chenghu,

I understand what your father means. He wants you to go out and train. Once you've trained well and become successful, you can

come back. You'll still be your father's son, and you'll still be the young marquis."

Hearing this explanation, the young master felt at ease. The old man turned around, opened his eyes wide, and looked at him, saying,

"I've fought battles all my life, and I became the Marquis of Dingyuan through my own abilities. But you, you've grown up in luxury and wealth, and you

have no idea how miserable the common people are or how hard it is to make a living. Go out and broaden your horizons, experience the hardships of life.

Then you'll know how difficult it is to live. It will benefit you in the future. Your father can support you while he's alive, but

what will you do when he's gone? Can you manage just by relying on your connections with the imperial family? You child, alas,

you're neither good at literature nor martial arts. What will become of you? I really don't understand how the Crown Prince and the Grandson of the Crown Prince could have chosen you."

With that , he stamped his foot and walked out.

After taking a couple of steps, he turned back to Xiaolian and said, "Xiaolian, you're not a bad girl, but you can't stay in this house

anymore. Tomorrow, you'll be free. Go home." With that, he strode out.

Xiaolian didn't react much. She thought this ending was already pretty good. She had originally thought she wouldn't even

be able to save her life. It was just that parting from the young master made her feel a little sad.

The young master grasped his wife's hand tightly and said, "Second Mother, Father wants to send Xiaolian away. Please plead with him to let

Xiaolian stay. I promise to take good care of you from now on."

The wife patted the young master's head and said, "Your father is furious right now; he won't listen

to . I think we should let Xiaolian go home for a while. Once your father calms down, she can come back."

The young master was overjoyed and kissed his wife's hand repeatedly. The lady blushed at the kiss and scolded, "You

child, you deserve to be whipped by your father. So disobedient!"

The young master laughed, "Second Mother, you're so good, just like my own mother."

The lady smiled and said, "Pack your things, you're going out to conquer the world tomorrow. From now on, you'll

have to rely on yourself for everything. Make something of yourself, let your father see you as a great hero, a true hero. You're no

less than him."

The young master nodded, his face resolute, and said, "I won't come home to see you unless I make something of myself. I want you

to be proud of me."

The lady said, "I'm very comforted by your ambition. Alright, get some rest.

Tell Xiaolian what you need to say quickly. You two can't share a room tonight." With that, she left.

The young master and Xiaolian were sitting on the bed, about to talk, when suddenly they saw someone peeking in from outside the door. The young master

cursed, "Fugui, you son of a bitch, get back here! Where have you been all this time?"

Fugui looked like a monkey. Just then, he walked in from outside. He glanced at Xiaolian and said,

"I was so worried! I was afraid Master would really do something. But he's still your father, so it seems he was just trying to scare you

." The

young master was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger. He jumped up and kicked Fugui in the backside, cursing, "

You bastard! Why didn't you report Master's return sooner? You almost killed me!" He then kicked him

a few more times. Fu Gui rolled on the ground, crying, "Young master, blame that servant Fu Qiang! He was the one who brought the news too late.

Oh, young master, have mercy! If you keep kicking me, I'll be a dead dog!"

Hearing this, the young master stopped kicking him, laughing and scolding, "You dead dog, get out of here! I don't want to see you again."

The latter part of his voice had already taken on a master's tone.

Fu Gui couldn't have been happier to hear that. He scrambled to his feet and ran away faster than a rabbit.

Inside the room, the young master embraced Xiao Lian, thinking of their separation tomorrow, unsure what to say. He could only kiss her

face and caress her body. Several days of physical intimacy had already made him reluctant to part with her.

Thinking of tomorrow, Young Master Fu sighed inwardly. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring. Growing up, he had

never left the capital, much less been separated from his parents' embrace. The world was treacherous, teeming with wolves; who knew which one was

lurking, its jaws agape, waiting to devour him?

(II) A Joyful

Ending Now, Master Fu Jincheng returned to the front hall and sat sullenly for a while. He then ordered his maid, Xiaomeng, to bring wine and dishes and place them

on the table.

After a while, his second wife entered and instructed the maid, "That's all, you can leave now." Xiaomeng bowed and left.

The second wife sat down beside the master and diligently poured him wine. He comforted him, "Brother Cheng, look how angry you are,

your face has turned pale. No matter how bad Chenghu is, he's still your son. We'll discipline him properly from now on."

The old man took a sip of wine and shook his head, saying, "Qinqin, my bad mood today isn't entirely because of

that little beast. It's because..." At this point, the old man frowned and took another sip of wine.

Second Aunt asked with concern, "Could it be that something has happened in the court? Or did the expedition go wrong?"

The old man sighed, "Qinqin, I'm only alive to see you today because Heaven has taken pity on me. You don't

know , the Emperor almost killed me."

Second Aunt's face changed, and she widened her eyes, asking, "How could this happen? Didn't the Emperor value you highly?"

The old man said, "This expedition against the Mongols was commanded by the Crown Prince. Because of his misjudgment, our army was ambushed and

suffered heavy losses. When we returned to the court, the Emperor was furious and wanted to hold someone accountable. The Crown Prince has been incredibly kind to me, so naturally I took

all the blame upon myself." " I've already taken the blame. The Emperor slammed his fist on the table and was about to have me cut in half at the waist. Luckily, the Crown Prince risked his life to protect me, otherwise,

I really wouldn't be back."

Second Madam clutched her chest, let out a long breath, and said, "Thank goodness. The Crown Prince is truly a great savior. May the Crown Prince live

a long and healthy life."

The old man continued, "My life is saved. But General Zuo was killed by the Emperor. He said he was incompetent in command."

Second Madam cried out, "General Zuo was a very good man, righteous and loyal. I can't believe this happened to him. He

was first-rank official, how could he be killed so easily? Besides, based on his past military achievements, he shouldn't have died."

The old man slapped his thigh repeatedly, crying out in grief, "Brother Zuo died for me. I'm so sorry for him.

What a pity such a good man."

The second wife said, "The Emperor is truly senile. He's done something so foolish."

The old man, emboldened by the alcohol, said, "The Emperor is senile, suspicious, and ruthless. A few days ago,

he killed four ministers over a trivial matter. Alas, where has his former wisdom and benevolence

gone? Does he want to follow the example of the founding emperor and kill all the meritorious officials before he's at peace? What a tyrant!" With that, he

downed a cup of wine in one gulp.

The second wife whispered, "Master, keep your voice down. If the Imperial Guards hear you, they'll exterminate your entire family."

She then quickly stood up, opened the door, and peered outside. Seeing that there was no sound of crows or sparrows outside, and the moonlight was soft and gentle, without even a ghost in sight

, she felt relieved. She closed the door and returned to her seat.

The old man, reminded by his second wife, broke out in a cold sweat. He cursed himself for his drunken indiscretion. If word got out, he himself

would be dead, but the consequences for his entire family would be dire. Thinking of this, he remained silent for a long time.

His second wife took a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then poured him another cup of wine and drank one herself. Then, to

cheer him up, she brought up the story of how they met ten years ago. Upon hearing this, the old man's face lit up with joy.

Back then, Fu Jincheng's wife had passed away, and he had held his young child, heartbroken and unable to let go of the grief for a long time. They had been a

deeply ; from the moment his beloved wife closed her eyes, his heart was broken, and he wished he could die with her. But his children and the country

needed him; he couldn't die. He had to remain alive and fulfill his duties.

At that time, Fu Jincheng was already the emperor's favorite general, holding a prominent position and renowned throughout the land. With his handsome appearance and

superb , suitors thronged to his door. Despite this, he rejected them all. He didn't find any of them worthy. He believed no one could

replace his wife. His wife was the best. Yet, he feared that choosing the wrong wife would cause his young child suffering.

Perhaps it was fate. One day, he dressed in plain clothes and rode out of the city to clear his mind, passing through a small village.

Through a low wall, he saw a village girl hanging clothes in her yard. Her figure was superb, even the coarse cloth couldn't

conceal it. Neither fat nor thin, graceful and charming. She moved nimbly, humming a little tune in a sweet and gentle voice. That silhouette,

that voice, had already captivated him. When the village girl turned around and looked at him, he froze, his hand slipping, and the whip fell

to the ground.

The girl, seeing this, covered her mouth and smiled—a smile so sweet, so pure. Pointing to the ground, she said, "

Brother 's your whip." Then, with another smile, she picked up the empty basin and went back into the house.

Truly, she was beautiful as a flower, charming and alluring. Jincheng's heart pounded. He inquired around and learned that the family name was Feng, and

the girl's name was Feng Qin, a renowned beauty in the area. Her parents were old, and she was their only daughter. She

was already twenty, but because she was proud, she was still unmarried.

Jincheng was overjoyed and specifically asked someone to inquire about the family's character. The result satisfied him. The

Feng family , generations of farmers, were the most honest and upright people imaginable.

Jincheng was overjoyed and quickly arranged a marriage proposal. Fearing the girl might refuse, he even gave her

the horsewhip as a token. And so, their union was sealed. Jincheng was old enough to be the girl's

father.

Feng Qin was a good woman. After marrying into the family, she treated Chenghu as her own son. She also served her husband with utmost care.

The husband was secretly delighted. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for!

Tonight, the husband gazed at Feng Qin with unwavering affection. Feng Qin smiled at him and drank with him.

After a few sips, her face flushed, and her eyes became watery. The old man, his passion burning, went over and embraced Feng Qin.

They went into the inner room and onto the bed. The old man, impatient, pressed Feng Qin beneath him,

kissing her flushed face. His hands kneaded her high breasts. Feng Qin gasped, "Old man, come to me.

I want your southern kingdom." Saying this, she gently pushed the old man away and helped him undress. The old man watched Feng Qin's actions, his heart filled with

tenderness .

Feng Qin then undressed herself. When she was only wearing her undergarment, she stopped moving, gazing at the old man with deep affection.

The old man understood and personally removed her last "barrier."

The old man lay down, his penis like a spear, pointing straight to her genitals. Feng Qin laughed, "Grandpa, even

with white hair, your thing is still as good as ever, as impressive as ever. Qinqin loves it." As she spoke, she touched it.

The thick, hard penis, with its fiery heat and masculine scent, made Feng Qin's heart flutter.

The old man proudly said, "Old man, but not old gun. Try it if you don't believe me, I can still make you gush with pleasure, perform eight times."

Feng Qin laughed, "Grandpa, Qinqin really wants to try it later. Don't disappoint Qinqin then." As she spoke,

she increased the pressure with her slender hand, stroking the penis. The glans was dark red, and a drop of fluid had already appeared at the meatus.

The old man reached out and groped Feng Qin from behind, pinching her slender waist twice, then grabbing her buttocks.

Feng Qin's buttocks were very beautiful. White, full, plump, round, and elastic. The old man often

couldn't get enough of her . Gradually, the old man's fingers slid towards her pubic hair, advancing towards her vulva.

Stimulated, Feng Qin opened her small, crimson mouth and cried out, "Old man, I want it, I want it,

put it in!" Saying this, she reached out to embrace the old man.

The old man said, "Wait. I want to taste it." Saying this, he withdrew his fingers from inside

her licked them. He licked them with such concentration, as if savoring fine wine.

Although they were an old married couple, Feng Qin still felt shy and jokingly scolded, "You're such a shameless old man. You're never satisfied!"

The old man said, "I can go three days without wine, but I can't go three days without your honey." Saying this, he had Feng Qin

lie flat, her jade legs raised high and wide open, revealing her mysterious little hole. Feng Qin shyly complied.

With her thighs raised high, her two white buttocks were exceptionally dazzling. There wasn't much hair there, and her thin

pink labia parted. Sticky spring water soaked her small chrysanthemum, making it glistening. And that wasn't

all ; the water was sliding down, spreading across the sheets.

The old man praised, "Qinqin, ten years have passed, I've grown old, but you're more beautiful than before." Saying this, he

bent down and licked the drop of spring water that was about to slide off Feng Qin, slowly raising it to her chrysanthemum. He devoured all the "sweetness" there

, then meticulously counted the patterns on her anus with his tongue. The pleasure was so

intense that Feng Qin's body trembled as if struck by lightning. She cried out, "Master, Qinqin is so beautiful. I'm going to become an immortal. I'll be your wife in my next life too."

The master became even more passionate, caressing Feng Qin's little hole with his mouth, biting her "pearl." Feng Qin's juices flowed incessantly, and

she cried out, "Master, hurry and insert it. I... I'm going to die... hurry and insert it..."

Seeing that the time was right, the old man gripped his old gun, aimed it at the crevice, and thrust it in. When Nan Bangguo was fully

inside , both of them breathed heavily in pleasure.

The old man roused himself, thrusting calmly and powerfully, unlike the impatient young man. Each thrust

reached Feng Qin's deepest point, giving her the greatest stimulation.

Feng Qin's legs were wrapped around the old man's waist, her large buttocks moving in rhythm, swaying and twisting, her vagina

rhythmically gripping his penis. The grip made the old man pant heavily, almost ejaculating. Fortunately, his experience allowed him

to suppress the urge.

Feng Qin's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes half-closed, and she cried out coquettishly, "Grandpa, you're doing it so well... still so hard...

so powerful... you're going to fuck me to death... keep going... I... feel so good..."

The old man cried out, "Qinqin, I'm not old, am I? I'm still as vigorous as ever. I can still make you 'die'."

Feng Qin thrust her lower body, her breasts heaving. The old man was greatly pleased to see this. He thrust even faster, trying to

make Feng Qin 'die' first. Last time, Feng Qin wasn't about to die first. She was in her prime, with high desires and strong willpower.

But the old man was getting on in years, and after only a few hundred thrusts, he was starting to weaken. Coupled with Feng Qin's moans,

the tightness of her vagina, and the itching of his glans, a tingling sensation ran down his spine, and he ejaculated.

The old man lay on top of Feng Qin, saying, "Qinqin, I'm sorry. I can't go on."

Feng Qin was at a crucial moment, and felt extremely disappointed. This disappointment had grown stronger over the years. She

knew the old man's body wasn't what it used to be. Even if he was strong, he was still an old man. But she harbored no resentment,

smiling as she comforted him, "Grandpa, I'm full. I'm all better."

The old man whispered, "Qinqin, let me help you." He then placed his head between Fengqin's legs and brought his mouth

close. Fengqin looked at the old man gratefully, but before she could say anything, he had already taken her nipple into his mouth. Her

lost passion rekindled. She opened her mouth again and cried out joyfully.

The old man employed his battlefield tactics of caution, meticulousness, and decisive action, finally allowing Fengqin to release her pent-up desire

. Fengqin happily kissed the old man's white hair, exclaiming, "Grandpa, you're so good to me. Qinqin is so lucky to have married

you." Yet, she felt a pang of guilt in her heart.

Several times, the master held his penis to her lips, asking her to "blow" him. But she always

refused with various excuses. She was, after all, a traditional and conservative person; no matter how bold she was in bed, she couldn't suck a man's

penis. The thought of it made her feel disgusted. She had never even heard of

that kind of thing. In her view, even if it were done, it would be a case of the man enjoying pleasure while the woman suffered. She thought

she would never do such a thing in her life. She suddenly thought of Cheng Hu. That kid had changed drastically in the past two years.

There wasn't a brothel in the capital he hadn't been to. There wasn't a famous courtesan he hadn't slept with. And every maid in this mansion with even

a little bit of beauty, he'd slept with. That kid was truly despicable; no wonder the master wanted to kill him.

The reason she thought of him was because she figured he must be very experienced in that kind of thing. Since he was skilled,

his penis must have been licked by women. The thought of women licking men made her heart pound.

Then she thought, that boy was already eighteen, and he must be quite something. His skills must be impressive. Otherwise,

how could he have slept with so many women? The thought that she was his stepmother, and yet she was thinking about his manhood, made her

blush guilty. She wanted to scold herself. She couldn't have such thoughts; it was immoral.

The old man lay down beside Feng Qin and, noticing her strange expression, asked, "Qinqin, what's wrong?"

Feng Qin rested her head on his shoulder and asked, "Grandpa, are you really going to kick Cheng Hu out of the house?"

The old man said, "You know I want him to go out and train."

Feng Qin said, "But he's never left home before, he doesn't know anything about the outside world. If something happens to him,

we'll regret it."

The old man laughed, "It's alright. That kid has a very strong constitution. We Fu family members are all tough guys, generation after generation.

If he were a coward, he wouldn't be a member of the Fu family."

Feng Qin said, "But you can't just let him..." "He's running around everywhere. His martial arts are no good, and he's never been to the martial world before. I

'm really worried about him."

The old man said, "A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit. A little hardship is good for him."

Feng Qin shook her head and said, "I think it's better to let him learn martial arts properly before venturing into the martial world."

The old man looked at her and asked, "What do you mean?"

Feng Qin said softly, "I mean to send him to learn martial arts first. With his current rudimentary skills, he'll just be throwing his life away if he encounters

an enemy ."

The old man said, "I'm often busy with court affairs and don't have much time to teach him. I've hired several masters, but

he's driven them all away. This kid really needs to be dealt with by a powerful person. " "Him. Who do you think we should look for?"

Feng Qin said confidently, "Go up the snow mountain and find your junior sister, Fang Xiao'e."

The old man nodded and said, "Good idea. My junior sister's martial arts are better than mine. She's also very thoughtful. I'm at ease entrusting Cheng Hu to her

. I'm just afraid that the boy is unruly and will cause her trouble."

Feng Qin said, "Cheng Hu will be like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees Fang Xiao'e."

The old man said worriedly, "If Cheng Hu doesn't listen, he'll be in big trouble."

Feng Qin suddenly smiled and asked, "Between me and your junior sister, who do you think is prettier?"

The old man was stunned and said, "Is that even a question? Of course you're prettier."

Feng Qin snorted and said, "Don't..." "You're not being honest. Your junior sister is known as the 'Chang'e of the Frontier,' I've

seen her before."

The old man sighed, "It's been ten years, of course she's aged."

Feng Qin said, "Whether she's aged or not, you know best. Do you

think still hold a grudge about what happened back then?"

The old man said, "It was my fault, I ruined her life. It's understandable that she hates me."

Feng Qin retorted, "It has nothing to do with you. If your junior sister is a reasonable person, she shouldn't

blame you. If anyone is to blame, it's that boy who's petty."

Speaking of his junior sister, the old man's face was full of apology, helplessness, sadness, and tenderness. He was speechless. The grudges of

so many years should have been settled long ago.

Feng Qin asked, "If Cheng Hu goes to her place, won't she take out her resentment on the children?"

The old man firmly replied, "No, she's not that kind of person."

Feng Qin looked at the old man's face and suddenly asked, "Do you still love her?"

The old man was taken aback and said, "Don't talk nonsense. She's just my junior sister."

Feng Qin said, "I am your wife. No one knows a husband better than his wife. Do you think I don't understand you? One day,

when we were making love, at the moment when you were enjoying yourself the most, you called out her name."

The old man was stunned, remembering that it had indeed happened, and then he remained silent.

Feng Qin did not ask any further questions. She said, "Master, aren't you going to see Cheng Hu off tomorrow?"

The old man snorted, "That brat, I get angry the moment I see him. I, a marquis, have become the laughingstock of the capital. Everyone

knows I've raised a 'flower thief.' I'm truly ashamed before my ancestors. Tomorrow, you should see him off.

Don't give him a good look. If he doesn't change his ways, I'll never see him again in this lifetime."

Feng Qin touched the wrinkles on the old man's face and said, "Alright, let's rest. You have to go to court tomorrow

." Saying this, she made the bed, blew out the candles, and snuggled into the old man's arms.

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