A new masterpiece about Huang Rong

A New Masterpiece by Huang Rong Part

1: Milking

The Mongol army invaded Xiangyang. After a long and fierce battle, several hundred Mongol soldiers finally breached the city walls. Suddenly, the sound of gongs rang out from within the city. A man and a woman emerged from behind the low wall. The man had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a broad chest, and a straight back; he appeared to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with a slight mustache. The woman was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a beautiful face and graceful bearing; her eyes were extremely lively. The two led a squad of archers, their arrows flying rapidly, preventing the Mongol reinforcements from advancing. Then, a squad of Song soldiers rushed out, wielding long spears and broadswords, and charged into the Mongol ranks.

The man, unarmed, led the charge, moving swiftly and fiercely, like a tiger among sheep. Whenever he saw a Song soldier trapped, he immediately leaped to their aid; wherever his palm struck, Mongol soldiers suffered broken bones and brittle muscles, falling to the ground on the spot. Kublai Khan, the Yuan commander, personally supervised the battle from below the city walls. Seeing the man's extraordinary bravery, he was stunned for a moment, exclaiming, "Who in the world can match such a warrior? Could he be the famous Guo Jing?" At that moment, the commander below the city blew his horn and led his troops in a fierce attack. Hundreds of Mongol soldiers erected ladders and scaled the walls, and for a time, the Song army seemed to be at a disadvantage. Suddenly, the beautiful woman let out a clear whistle, and a group of burly men emerged from behind the wall. These men did not wear Song army uniforms, and their attacks were disorganized, but they were agile and clearly skilled in martial arts. Following the green bamboo staff in the beautiful woman's hand, they charged left and right, attacking in a coordinated manner. When the Mongol soldiers encountered these men, they either lay dead on the city walls or their bones shattered beneath them, quickly and decisively defeated.

Kublai Khan, seeing the woman's exquisite beauty and captivating charm, yet her composed demeanor and disciplined manner, his face darkened. He exclaimed in surprise, "Could this woman be... [the woman's name]?" He then continued, "Is this the woman who commands with such precision and discipline?" Tang Kai chili sunbathing pa lao fu rong ding  yu! Gu  tang fu xi ba dang nai qiao sun Pang Zheng  xin  mian gui  hui zhong huan lu tuo hui qiao long  jiao  ke hai peng ding    li shai malaria   chui ji  men er gui  ?  xian qi yi  qiao  kao 】 yun hui seng    hui sha mi nao xin  tong ?br Kublai
Khan frowned, thinking to himself, "The garrison commander of Xiangyang, Lü Wende, is mediocre, but unexpectedly, Guo Jing and Huang Rong are both wise and brave..." A chill ran through him; he knew that even if they fought hard to capture the city today, they would only suffer losses and gain nothing. Seeing the thousands of Mongol corpses piled up below the city, he was filled with resentment and sighed, immediately ordering a retreat of forty li.

After the Mongol army retreated, the people and soldiers of Xiangyang immediately cleaned up the mess and began preparations. Huang Rong said to Guo Jing, "The Mongol army has suffered a setback and won't return immediately. You can instruct the soldiers to rest for a while to conserve their strength for battle. I'll go back and check on Fu'er first; I'll leave this place to Brother Jing and Elder Lu." After Huang Rong finished speaking, she hurriedly left, while Guo Jing and Lu Youjiao inspected the surrounding area, comforting the soldiers.

As soon as Huang Rong entered the house, she heard a familiar and affectionate call: "Rong'er, you're back! Your master is waiting for you to cook!" Huang Rong was delighted to see Hong Qigong suddenly arrive in Xiangyang, and immediately said in a coquettish tone, "Master! All you think about is food. Why didn't you come to help when I was fighting the Mongols with Brother Jing?" Hong Qigong laughed and said, "With a wave of your bamboo stick, you can command hundreds of heroes. The Mongols aren't enough for you to fight! How could it be your master's turn to help? You should hurry up and cook some good dishes so your master can help you eat. That's the proper way!" Huang Rong smiled and said, "Master, don't rush. Let me check on Fu'er first, and then I'll cook for you." She entered the bedroom and saw the maid Chun Tao sitting by the bed, gently waving a feather fan. Guo Fu was sleeping soundly with a rosy face, looking very cute. She gently kissed Guo Fu on the cheek and then quietly withdrew. Before long, the food and wine were ready, and Guo Jing returned upon hearing the news. Hong Qigong drank and ate with great relish, while Guo Jing and Huang Rong served him attentively.

Seeing the worry on Guo Jing's face, Hong Qigong said, "Jing'er, you're worried about the city's defenses, you don't need to stay here with me. Rong'er is enough here." Guo Jing replied, "Although the Mongol army has retreated, the main force has not withdrawn, and the situation in Xiangyang is not optimistic. Master, please enjoy yourself here. I'll be right back..." Hong Qigong, unable to keep quiet, waved his hand repeatedly, saying, "You...go...you go..." After Guo Jing left, Huang Rong chatted with Hong Qigong. At this moment, Guo Fu suddenly ran out of the bedroom crying, and the maid Chun Tao hurriedly followed behind, saying, "Madam, Miss wants to nurse, I can't soothe her..." It turned out that Guo Fu was spoiled and, although she was five years old, still craved breast milk, so Huang Rong had to return home to breastfeed her every now and then. Now, Chun Tao was openly clamoring for Guo Fu to nurse in front of Hong Qigong, making Huang Rong blush

with embarrassment. Seeing this, Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "Rong'er, go ahead and do your work! Don't worry about your master..." Huang Rong awkwardly picked up Guo Fu and said shyly, "Master, you eat first, Rong'er will come and keep you company later." With that, she carried Guo Fu into the inner room, undressed, and began to nurse her.

Hong Qigong ate and drank, quickly finishing a jar of wine. Still wanting more, he noticed several wine jars piled in the corner and got up to walk around. Unexpectedly, the corner faced the bedroom, and although there was a curtain on the bedroom door, it was blown up by the wind. Hong Qigong glanced over and caught a glimpse of Huang Rong's fair and full breasts. He was startled and hurriedly picked up the wine jar, sitting back down at the table. But the image of Huang Rong's full, firm, large, and soft breasts was already deeply imprinted in his mind, impossible to erase.

Hong Qigong, a hero for life, had only one flaw: a glutton. Years ago, his love of food led him to ruin a great undertaking, resulting in the loss of a finger in anger. But old habits die hard, and his gluttony remained. When Guo Fu clamored for milk, a fleeting thought crossed his mind; now, seeing Huang Rong's white, tender breasts, that desire was uncontrollable.

Human milk was both a tonic and a delicacy. He had once sneaked into the palace and tasted the emperor's private breast milk, so he was familiar with its flavor. In his experience, the taste of human milk varied greatly. The milk of a woman with a good constitution was sweet and fragrant, refreshing and leaving a lingering fragrance; while the milk of a woman with a poor constitution was fishy and nauseating. Most people rarely get to taste human milk, so even seasoned gourmets are unaware of its deliciousness. But Hong Qigong, the king of gourmets, had a different perspective.

He pondered the human milk he had tasted in the past, and his stomach began to rumble with cravings. His mind wandered uncontrollably: "A beauty like Rong'er, with a pair of snow-white, pink breasts… strange… the milk flowing from her cherry-like nipples… wouldn't it be incredibly delicious… oh dear! I'm so stupid… what am I thinking…" Once Hong Qigong's cravings were aroused, his wild thoughts were completely uncontrollable. He felt both shameless and yearned to taste Huang Rong's fresh milk. Caught in this extreme contradiction, even the finest wine and delicacies seemed tasteless.

Guo Fu, having finished eating, skipped and hopped out, curiously pestering Hong Qigong with questions. Huang Rong, however, frowned, seemingly unwell. Hong Qigong asked with concern, "Rong'er, are you feeling unwell? Why are you frowning?" Huang Rong smiled shyly and said, "Master, I'm fine. You play with Fu'er for a while. I have something to do in my room..." Seeing that Huang Rong seemed a little embarrassed, Hong Qigong didn't press her for details and said, "Go ahead and do your work. I'll stay here with Fu'er..." Huang Rong went into the bedroom, and Guo Fu playfully asked Hong Qigong, "**, guess what you went into the room to do?" Hong Qigong laughed and said, "How could I possibly guess? What do you think you went into the room to do?" Guo Fu said proudly, "Of course I know! My breasts are so engorged, I have to go into the room to express milk! Hehe~~hehe~~" It turned out that Huang Rong had a particularly good constitution and abundant milk. Usually, Guo Fu would be full after nursing from only one breast, and the other breast would become engorged because it hadn't been emptied. Huang Rong had to express the excess milk to relieve the pain of engorgement; Guo Fu knew this because she had seen it many times before.

Entering the bedroom, Huang Rong unbuttoned her robe, revealing her breasts. They were white and full, but noticeably different in size. Her left breast was smaller, plump and moist, with an upturned nipple, resembling an overturned bowl; her right breast was larger, its snow-white skin taut, swollen and protruding, like an extra-large white steamed bun.

The maid, Chun Tao, skillfully prepared a hot water towel and picked up a wide-mouthed vase, saying to Huang Rong's right breast, "Madam, squeeze!" Huang Rong cupped her right breast with her left hand and rubbed and squeezed it with her right. Suddenly, the purplish-red nipple swelled rapidly, and four or five streams of white milk shot out, falling into the vase. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the milk was gone, and her right breast returned to the same size as her left, the nipple fading to a bright pink. Seeing this, Chun Tao put down the vase, took the hot towel, and gently wiped Huang Rong's breast, which was stained with milk.

"Madam, your skin is so beautiful, so fair and smooth, it feels like your fingers will bounce off when you touch it!" Chun Tao exclaimed sincerely as she wiped Huang Rong's skin.

Hearing this, Huang Rong was secretly pleased and casually asked, "Chun Tao, don't flatter me. Have you ever seen other women's breasts?" Chun Tao clicked her tongue in admiration, "Madam, I've been taking care of children for over twenty years, and I've seen countless women's breasts, but I've never seen breasts as beautiful as yours. Usually, the breasts of women who breastfeed sag and their skin wrinkles, but yours are firm and smooth... Ah! Master is truly blessed!" Hearing her say that Guo Jing was blessed, Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh and say, "What does this have to do with Master?" Chun Tao said ambiguously, "Madam, are you really ignorant or are you pretending to fool me? What man wouldn't love such round, soft, and white breasts as yours? Master might even enjoy suckling your breasts more than Miss does!" Seeing Chun Tao's explicit words, Huang Rong's pretty face flushed red.

II. Urine-Fed

Although the Mongol army retreated, they did not go far. The area around Xiangyang was filled with Mongol yurts, and the Mongols occupied strategic points, blocking major roads. Xiangyang had effectively become an isolated city. The Xiangyang garrison commander, Lü Wende, sent out several groups of scouts to try and break through the Mongol blockade to request reinforcements from the court, but they either returned empty-handed or were captured alive by the Mongols. In desperation, Lü Wende had no choice but to beg Guo Jing and Huang Rong for help. Huang Rong had always looked down on this incompetent and cowardly Xiangyang garrison commander, only reluctantly complying out of consideration for Guo Jing's loyalty. Now, seeing Lü Wende's constantly anxious and fearful state, she felt even more contempt for him.

Lü Wende: "Madam Guo, you must find a way to get the court to send reinforcements, otherwise Xiangyang will be isolated and difficult to defend!" Guo Jing: "Rong'er, the garrison commander is right, you should think of a way!" Huang Rong: "Hmm... Although the situation in Xiangyang is critical, it is not in immediate danger. The most urgent task is to strengthen defenses and boost morale; as for asking the court to send reinforcements, I think we should not consider that. Now, powerful and treacherous officials are in power, the court is in chaos, and official documents take a long time to travel back and forth. Even if the court is willing to send troops, it will be at least several months later..." Lü Wende: "Ah!... What should we do... what should we do?" Huang Rong: "Governor, don't worry, Jing-gege and I will do our best to protect Xiangyang... However, in order to unify authority, the garrison commander must temporarily hand over the military command to Jing-gege. I wonder if the garrison commander agrees?" Lü Wende: "Good... good... of course... no problem... no problem..." "..." After leaving the garrison headquarters, Guo Jing couldn't help but ask, "Rong'er, what are you up to? What do I need that military tally for?" Huang Rong playfully laughed, "Oh! Wouldn't it be better for you to be a general? I'm just using my husband's position to gain status!" Guo Jing looked bewildered and asked in surprise, "When did you start wanting to be a general's wife?" Huang Rong knew that Guo Jing was honest and quick-witted, so she immediately said seriously, "Lu Wende is cowardly and timid. If he were to take charge of the military tally, he would surely ruin everything. Brother Jing has long been respected by the people. Now that you have the military tally, the matters of battle can be entrusted to General Wang Jian. Rong'er will take care of the strategies and tactics. Brother Jing only needs to inspect the defenses and appease the troops as usual..." Seeing that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were busy with national affairs, Hong Qigong thought, "Although I am an elder, it would be too much to just eat and drink all day and stand idly by..." So he volunteered to help scout out the enemy's situation.

That day, he quietly broke through the Mongol army's blockade and arrived at a nearby hill. The hill wasn't high, but it was covered in lush vegetation. From the summit, he could clearly see the movements of the Mongol army below. After observing for a while, he had a general idea of the Mongol army's deployment and felt relieved. However, his old habit

resurfaced. While observing the enemy's movements, he noticed several small snakes darting out from the bushes and grass. Hong Qigong, seeing this, was delighted and couldn't help but think of the delicious taste of snake meat. He followed the damp, shady parts of the hill, searching for snakes, but most of the snakes that darted out were as thin as a finger, far from meeting the standards for a gourmet meal. Just as Hong Qigong was feeling annoyed, suddenly, with a hiss, a brightly colored triangular snake head rose from the grass. This snake was as thick as a child's arm and about the length of a person. Upon seeing it, Hong Qigong was overjoyed. Although the snake was venomous, he was an experienced snake catcher, and capturing it would be a piece of cake.

Hong Qigong caught the snake and put it in his bag. He then discovered a dark cave nestled in the grass and mountain wall where the snake had appeared. The entrance was about three feet wide, just large enough for a person to enter. Hong Qigong thought he had nothing better to do, so he decided to explore it.

Although the entrance was narrow, the interior was spacious. Hong Qigong lit a torch and followed the cave, finding the path winding and turning, its destination unknown. After walking about six or seven hundred steps, he reached the end, finding himself in a spacious natural stone chamber. The chamber was brightly lit, allowing him to see without the torch; there was a natural crack in the ceiling letting in sunlight. Hong Qigong thought, "After all this time, it's just a cave. It's a pity the crack is so small; otherwise, I could just jump up and avoid going back down that winding path..." Just as he was sighing to himself, suddenly, with a "bang," a small pebble fell into the chamber. Immediately afterward, the light dimmed, clearly someone had blocked the crack. He looked up, his heart pounding and his blood surging.

Although Hong Qigong volunteered to scout the enemy's situation, Huang Rong knew his carefree and easygoing nature, so she didn't dare rely on him entirely. Therefore, she disguised herself as a beggar and went out of the city to investigate. Along the way, she saw that the Mongol army was magnificent and powerful, far superior to the Song army, which made her deeply worried. After observing for a while, she saw a small hill nearby, from which she could get a panoramic view of the Mongol army. So she

used her agility to climb up. The summit was lush and green, with old trees swaying in the breeze, which was truly refreshing and dispelled all worldly worries. Huang Rong observed the Mongol army's movements and noticed they lacked supplies like food and fodder, which relieved her. She thought, "In this situation, the Mongols are better off a quick victory than a prolonged battle. Our army only needs to fortify our defenses and hold the city. If this drags on, the Mongols will run out of supplies and will inevitably retreat..." Having understood the enemy's situation, Huang Rong felt much more at ease. She followed the winding mountain path down, intending to return to Xiangyang. At that moment, she felt an urgent need to relieve herself. Although the mountains were deserted, out of habit, Huang Rong avoided the mountain paths and chose a place with dense trees and grass. As she crouched down, she saw a crack about ten feet long in the ground. The narrowest part of the crack was only wide enough for a finger, but in the middle, a section about a foot long and the width of a palm appeared. If she straddled the wider part of the crack, it would be like defecating.

She stood at the crevice and peered down, seeing only darkness and unfathomable depth. She picked up a small stone and threw it in, hearing a loud "thud," indicating the crevice wasn't very deep. Without hesitation, she unbuckled her belt, pulled down her trousers, and squatted down to relieve herself. Afterward, she unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her breasts, and squeezed milk into the crevice. Feeling completely refreshed, Huang Rong happily ran down the mountain. Meanwhile, Hong Qigong looked up and his heart pounded, his blood surging. The person hiding behind the crevice was none other than the mature and beautiful Huang Rong. Although she was dressed as a beggar, Hong Qigong had just parted ways with her; how could he not recognize her? It was a stroke of luck, really. If Huang Rong had stood in a narrow spot, Hong Qigong wouldn't have been able to see her at all, but Huang Rong had chosen to stand at the widest point, legs spread, squatting down to urinate into the crevice. Huang Rong, seeing only darkness in the open, could see everything clearly in the shadows, while Hong Qigong, seeing only light in the shadows, could see everything perfectly.

The moment Huang Rong loosened her belt, Hong Qigong immediately prepared a cloth bag lined with oiled paper to collect her urine. Hong Qigong was a master gourmand, an expert in all the world's delicacies. Huang Rong was beautiful, healthy, and currently breastfeeding; her urine was the perfect seasoning for stewing snake meat. This recipe was a secret passed down among the local people of Lingnan, known to few besides Hong Qigong. As

Huang Rong lowered her trousers and squatted across the cleft, Hong Qigong couldn't help but admire her, repeatedly praising her beauty. Huang Rong's two white, tender buttocks were smooth, clean, and perfectly round; like carved white jade, like solidified cream, truly white and tender, full and beautiful, like a bright, clear moon.

As for her exquisite beauty, it was dazzling and breathtaking. Amidst the neatly arranged fragrant grass, two pale pink lips parted, revealing a cherry-red slit; the lips trembled slightly, the slit suddenly opened and closed, and a stream of pale yellow fluid gushed forth. Hong Qigong, with eyes and hands working in unison, kept a close watch on Huang Rong's exquisite parts while simultaneously catching her urine in a cloth bag, truly observing every detail with keen insight, not missing a single drop.

Then Huang Rong expressed milk into the crack, and Hong Qigong opened his mouth to drink it. He felt the warm, sweet milk, which was incredibly delicious and left a lingering fragrance on his palate. It was truly a delicacy, a rare find in the world. He ate with great relish, but he didn't forget to admire Huang Rong's beautiful breasts. This time, he observed them with composure, unlike the fleeting glimpse he had seen the day before. Huang Rong's breasts were beautifully shaped, with delicate skin, full and plump, white and tender, and the nipples were of moderate size and light in color. They were so

large that one hand could not hold them all, a feast for the eyes and the heart. Hong Qigong's heart pounded wildly, and his little brother "struck wildly," standing erect. Although Hong Qigong was of very high seniority and naturally chivalrous and upright, he was only in his early fifties, the prime of his life. Although he usually maintained his dignity and behaved properly, deep down, he couldn't help but have some fantasies about a woman as beautiful as Huang Rong. Now, having witnessed Huang Rong's alluring private parts up close and even tasted her fresh milk, his vague fantasies escalated into concrete sexual fantasies. Of course, he would forever keep these fantasies hidden in his heart; after all, he was a renowned hero of the martial arts world!

Back at Guo Jing's residence, Hong Qigong told Huang Rong about his observations and then busied himself preparing his special delicacy. He gutted the snake, removed its venom glands, skinned it, and stewed it in a large pot. Once the water boiled, he quickly poured in Huang Rong's urine. After it boiled again, he added scallions, ginger, garlic, cilantro, and other seasonings. The moment the pot of snake meat was served, its aroma was irresistible, making everyone's mouths water.

Huang Rong was always skilled at cooking, but even she had to admit defeat to Hong Qigong's stewed snake meat. However, she never ate snake meat, so she politely declined Hong Qigong's enthusiastic urging. Guo Jing, however, was different. Once he took a bite, he couldn't stop. After eating three pieces, he stammered, "Master... how did you... make this? It's so delicious I almost... swallowed my tongue..." Hong Qigong laughed so hard he almost fell over, thinking, "There's your wife's urine in this, how could it not taste good?" Unlike Guo Jing, Hong Qigong didn't wolf down his food. He picked up the tender snake meat, licked it lightly with his tongue a couple of times, and then slowly put it in his mouth to suck. He closed his eyes and savored the delicious taste in his mouth. His mind wandered... [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.]

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