The Legend of Shang Xiu in the Three Kingdoms Fantasy [Full Text]

Chapter One: A Shocking Upheaval in the Ruined City, A Plan Within a Plan

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. Zhang Jiao, who called himself the "Great Teacher of Virtue," used the art of celestial books and sorcery to bewitch the people. He quickly gathered hundreds of thousands of troops, sweeping across eight provinces including Qing, You, Xu, and Ji, gaining immense power

. The Eastern Han Dynasty was plagued by external rebels and internal strife caused by the Ten Attendants, leaving the entire dynasty riddled with problems and on the verge of collapse. In Gaoyang City of You Province, there lived a young man named Shang Xiu, tall and strong, with handsome eyes and thick eyebrows, a dignified appearance. He came from a family of military officers, and was fond of swordsmanship and archery, especially military strategy. He was known for his honest and upright character. Shang Xiu's father, Shang Zhi

, treated him very strictly. Whenever he taught martial arts, he always had to use wooden sticks and thorns. If he showed signs of fatigue or slackness, he would be whipped as a warning. Shang Xiu had a younger sister named Xuan, who was born out of wedlock. The two were close from childhood, often learning swordsmanship and studying together. Xuan's mother, Shang Xiu's second mother, was of Hu (non-Han) descent. She was exceptionally fair-skinned, with a high forehead, round eyes, and azure pupils; a delicate nose, a small mouth, and peach-red lips. At only fourteen, she was already a renowned beauty in the city.

When Shang Xiu turned eighteen, rebel troops reached the south of Youzhou. Seeing the city's people misled by the Yellow Turban rebels, writing the characters for Jiazi (甲子) on their doors with white clay, he... Enraged, Shang Xiu launched into a tirade, accusing the writer of being a "traitor to the Han dynasty." He was then accused by the crowd of "blaspheming the Great Teacher of Virtue" and driven away.

The greatest contributing factor to a rebellion is the ignorance of the masses; is it truly a case of everyone being drunk while he alone is sober?

Filled with resentment and with nowhere to vent, Shang Xiu had barely stepped into his house when he roared, "Bah! This scoundrel! He dares to call himself the Great Teacher of Virtue; in reality, he's the biggest swindler in the world!" At that moment, his maid, Wan'er, was still in the house. Seeing her young master return, she quickly removed his outer garment and sword.

In the city, besides the soldiers, only Shang Xiu could carry a sword, because he had once rescued the city guard's daughter outside the city... Among the wolves, the city garrison commander Liu Yan specially bestowed upon him a sword and allowed him to carry it outside as an exception, to show his prowess and to encourage him to be more vigilant against evil and punish wickedness.

His younger sister, Shang Xuan, had just finished practicing needlework in her room when she heard this. Dragging her long skirt and kicking her small shoes, she gracefully stepped out of the hall, raising her eyebrows and saying, "You come back shouting and yelling as soon as you arrive. Do you think this is a training ground?" Whenever Shang Xiu saw his sister, his troubles would vanish. He pulled her sleeve and led her to sit down at the table in the hall, sighing, "Xuan'er, you don't know this. I heard that Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang call themselves the Heavenly Duke, Earthly Duke, and Human Duke General, and proclaim to the world that the Azure Heaven is dead and the Yellow Heaven shall rise." "The Han dynasty is dead, and a great sage is about to appear. Just now I saw the people in the city responding to Zhang Jiao's summons, writing characters on white clay to indicate some auspicious time. Clearly, they're listening to the Yellow Turban rebels' lies. Tell me, shouldn't I be angry?" Shang Xuan, though only sixteen, was quite literate, even more so than her brother. Having heard much from her father, she had a general understanding of the world's affairs. Upon hearing her brother's words, she chuckled softly, leaving Shang Xiu bewildered, unsure why she was laughing. Her smile was radiant and captivating.

Shang Xuan laughed for a long time before finally stopping and adjusting her expression. Her beautiful eyes, which had been fixed on her brother, darted around, and she replied:

"Brother, don't you always say Xuan'er has a woman's perspective? Why ask again today?" Wan'er, who was pouring tea for the two of them, listened from the side and smiled, "Miss, since the young master is asking, he must have been tricked again. He can't find a confidant in the martial arts hall, so he came to you to complain." Shang Xiu took the tea offered by Wan'er, smiled and looked at this pretty, kind and understanding maid, and sighed, "Wan'er understands me best." Although she was a maid, the two never treated her as a servant, and Shang Xiu's father even intended for Wan'er to become his daughter-in-law.

Shang Xuan rested his chin on his hand and looked at Wan'er for a moment, his gaze shifting before he said quietly, "Then why don't you just talk to Wan'er, brother? Why ask Xuan'er as well?" Shang Xiu was taken aback when he saw his sister's displeasure, but then his father, Shang Zhi, rushed in from outside and hurriedly said:

"Disaster! Disaster! Xiu'er, Xuan'er, come here quickly!" The two jumped up in shock. Shang Xiu saw the imperial edict in his father's hand and asked, "Father, what disaster has struck?" Shang Xuan, standing beside him, also asked, "Has the Yellow Turban rebels arrived?" Sweat beaded on Shang Zhi's forehead as he said, "Chen Ru, Zhang Jiao's deputy general, is leading ten thousand troops and has advanced directly to the walls of Gaoyang City, only thirty li away. This army is taking a sneak attack by taking a roundabout route through the mountains, and even their spies have been kept in the dark for a while. Most of the people in the city have already packed their valuables and are preparing to leave." "Some believe the Yellow Turbans and even advise you to surrender the city." Shang Xuan looked at his brother in alarm, but seeing his calm expression, his heart calmed down somewhat. He heard his brother slowly say, "Father, although the Yellow Turban rebels are numerous, they are still the forces of Bihe. However, we cannot confront them head-on. How about we feign surrender first, and then launch a coordinated attack from within and without?" Shang Zhi knew he was full of tricks and said, "Go on!" "The Blue Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! The Blue Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise!" The massive city gates were wide open, and countless officials, large and small, knelt on the main road. The leader, holding his official seal, displayed nothing but fear on his face. These Han Dynasty officials, who had risen through the ranks of filial piety and integrity, now, faced with the city's collapse and the loss of their families, were reduced to being humiliated like stray dogs.

What integrity? What loyalty? Human will, under the absolute suppression of force, is utterly powerless. A group of cowardly scholars, unable to even kill a chicken, had climbed to the high position of city guard, yet were powerless to protect the city and its people. Such trash! I spit on them!

The city guard's forehead was smeared with the Yellow Turban general's saliva, but the insult did not change the contemptuous look on his face. His lips trembled as he pleaded, "Spare me... spare me..." He was probably just a pitiful wretch, a creature who had managed to survive in a corrupt dynasty. The sycophantic general, thinking of this, slowly drew his sword. A flash of cold light appeared before the city guard's eyes, and the fearful minister finally dared to speak boldly like an advisor: "General, spare my life! General, spare my life!" With a "whoosh!" the city guard's voice fell silent instantly. His armor split open and fell to the ground, revealing a bald head dripping with cold sweat.

The general laughed wildly, saying, "Where is the city guard's beautiful daughter?" The city guard, just waking from his fear, suddenly heard his daughter's sweet, angry voice.

The Yellow Turban general's expression shifted. He saw a young girl being pushed a few feet in front of him, surrounded by soldiers. She was very beautiful and alluring, and his heart stirred.

But now he saw her glaring at him, her two seemingly delicate feet firmly planted, refusing to kneel. She shouted, "Traitor! I think you can be so smug now!" "When?" The beauty was enraged, her heroic spirit arousing a desire to conquer her.

The Yellow Turban general smiled contemptuously, moved closer, grabbed the girl's chin, and tilted her face up to face him, smiling slightly: "In terms of courage, you far surpass your father, but unfortunately, this is not the time to test courage." He then turned to the city guard still kneeling on the ground and said: "I will spare the city guard's life for now. If you do not serve me obediently before I leave the city, I will first cut off his two hands, then his upper arms, shoulders... If you think of your father and yourself, you should know what to do." ***????***????***????*** That night, the Yellow Turban soldiers had completely occupied the entire city and sent people to contact other Yellow Turban followers. The city guard's residence was used as the temporary command tent of the Yellow Turban general Chen Ru.

"Ugh... I'm going to be touched by that bastard again tonight..." The girl was Shang Xuan. The real city lord and his family had already left as planned. Those officials were all trusted subordinates of her father, Shang Zhi, loyal, reliable, bold, and meticulous, thus able to deceive Chen Ru.

Although Shang Xuan was not bound, her internal strength was restricted, and she could not exert any power. If Chen Ru returned tonight and tried to commit adultery, she would be like a lamb in a wolf's den, at his mercy. But she was not afraid at all, because as always, she had absolute confidence in her brother Shang Xiu's plan.

She deliberately concealed her unique temperament, changing into all sorts of gaudy clothes, just to play the role of the city lord's daughter well.

But before the plan succeeds, she must feign despair and indignation, as her brother said, playing hard to get, feigning reluctance while simultaneously accepting. If she's going to act, she must act the whole way, until the very end. This Chen Ru is Zhang Bao's trusted general, certainly not a brute like Yan Zheng or Cheng Yuanzhi. But the worst thing is not seeing one's own shortcomings, and Chen Ru's weakness is lust.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Shang Xuan's shoulders trembled, showing that she was in a state of high tension and vigilance. In Chen Ru's eyes, this was... She was like a frightened little jade rabbit trapped in a cage, not knowing what to do.

Chen Ruxian revealed a confident smile, a smile that contained not only the excitement of almost obtaining this stunning beauty, but also the satisfaction of achieving his military objective and the vengeful pleasure of seeing the Han army suffer repeated defeats.

He hated the court, hated the treacherous officials in power, and hated everything that hindered Lord Zhang Jiao. He moved up, grabbed Shang Xuan's shoulder, turned her body around, and stared at her with a strange light in his eyes, as if he could see through everything about her.

"May I ask, Miss, where is the City Guard's wife?" Startled by his gaze and the unexpectedness of his words, Shang Xuan trembled slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly replied, "My mother...she's not in the city. Oh...you...you're hurting me..." Chen Ru released her hands, his gaze still fixed intently on her, and smiled, "Why do you look so different from the City Guard, Miss? May I ask where your wife is from?" Shang Xuan turned to face him, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "My mother is from beyond the Great Wall." Chen Ru listened as he sat down at a table in the room, suddenly... Silence fell, leaving Shang Xuan wondering what he was thinking.

Chen Ru silently looked her up and down for a long time, making her feel uneasy. Her jade-like fingers nervously twisted her sleeves, but then she heard him suddenly say, "Take it off! Take off all your clothes." Shang Xuan's fair face flushed red, but she dared not disobey him. Well, that's how the plan works. Until the very end, she had to be loyal to the plan, otherwise, it would be an even more terrible failure.

She bit her lip tightly, and her jade-like hands slowly moved to the belt binding her slender waist. Just as she was about to pull it open, Chen Ru suddenly spoke again, saying, "Why is Miss suddenly so obedient to me? Don't you hate me to the bone?" "?" Shang Xuan was momentarily speechless. This man was truly detestable! Humiliating her wasn't enough; he had to toy with her too! A surge of anger rose within her, and she cried out, "You… what exactly do you want?!" Her genuine expression only served to mask Chen Ru's suspicions.

Sure enough, Chen Ru laughed heartily and said, "Then please continue, Miss." Shang Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of displaying her prized body in front of this scoundrel filled her with both shame and resentment. Despite her thoughts, under his gaze, her hands obediently began to untie the layers of her robes, letting them slide down to her delicate jade feet. Beside her, inch by inch, her fair skin shone delicately in the candlelight, exuding a youthful fragrance.

Shang Xuan felt the other's gaze pierce her smooth, beautiful body like a knife; her delicate shoulders and jade-like legs were now fully exposed. Suppressing her shyness, she closed her eyes, reached for the last piece of her bodice, and untied the silk knot. At that moment, she felt tears welling in her eyes.

Her most cherished and precious body was being admired here by this despicable scoundrel, and the one who had painstakingly planned this scheme was none other than her most beloved brother. Why did it have to be this way?

(But...if...if that was my brother...) Shang Xuan's bright eyes opened again, but her eyeliner was covered by tears. Chen Ru's vague image in front of the candlestick seemed to transform into Shang Xiu's handsome face. At this moment, the last covering on her body slipped to the ground, and the entire picturesque spring scene was fully revealed to Chen Ru. At this very moment, Shang Xuan wore a faint smile, a smile as beautiful as a fairy and as sweet as candied fruit, completely captivating Chen Ru's heart.

He found himself standing up involuntarily, drawn by the unprecedented beauty. His hands began to move beyond the pleasure of his eyes, starting from her slender shoulders, curved like a crescent moon, and gently caressing her smooth and soft skin.

His devilishly large hand awakened Shang Xuan from her momentary dream. He wasn't her brother; he was still that hateful bastard! Shang Xuan instinctively withdrew her hands, as if embracing her increasingly prominent breasts, concealing the two small peach blossoms atop them, once again displaying the shy, coquettish demeanor of a young girl.

Chen Ru moved behind her, looking down at the undulating peaks embraced by her jade-like hands. He felt a burning, oppressive heat in his heart. His waist was pressed tightly against the girl's round, pink buttocks; he could almost fully feel the youthful heat emanating from her. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Let go of my hands." At that moment, Shang Xuan most wanted to kill him to escape this humiliating situation, but hearing this, she could only helplessly release her hands. She let the wolfish gaze sweep over her sensitive breasts. Her anxiety intensified, and even with her unwavering faith in Shang Xiu, she couldn't help but secretly pray that her brother would appear soon to relieve her humiliation. Just as Shang Xuan

gritted her teeth, thinking that her delicate breasts were about to be roughly kneaded, Chen Ru grasped her wrist and gave a strange command: "Rub them yourself, knead them hard." Shang Xuan's long, slender legs trembled uncomfortably, and even the soft, downy hair at the base of her thighs quivered slightly, like a lamb before a hungry tiger. After a quick glance at Chen Ru, she helplessly lowered her beautiful neck, the delicate silver chain around her neck dangling, and gently covered her breasts with her hands. Under Chen Ru's compelling gaze, her slender fingers curled and sank into her soft breasts. A tingling, itchy sensation in her chest made Shang Xuan blush uncontrollably, and she closed her beautiful eyes tightly again. Soon, she realized that her fingers were gradually gaining control over the caresses, and Chen Ru's gentle nibbling near her ear intensified the tingling sensation with each touch.

This strangely comfortable sensation made Shang Xuan's mind race, and the blush on her face became even more vibrant. She even asked herself: What's going on? How can I feel pleasure from being violated by a villain?

In a flash of silver light, Chen Ru noticed that a thin silver chain was wrapped around the woman's delicate hands and feet, but what caught his attention even more were Shang Xuan's increasingly heaving breasts, which began to react to her own stimulation.

"Mmm..." Another intense tingling sensation swept through her body, and Shang Xuan's delicate frame trembled, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Although she noticed the other person beginning to gently knead and rub her slender waist and pink buttocks, she, being inexperienced, was powerless to resist, completely at his mercy.

Chen Ru was overjoyed, and his hands moved even more vigorously. He deliberately let Shang Xuan stimulate her own desire, weakening her will to resist little by little, so that she would willingly offer her body. Just one more step, and he would be able to make this pure... The stunningly beautiful young girl obediently submitted.

A series of silver bells jingled from the chains adorning Shang Xuan, jolting the girl's resolve to defend her chastity.

Shang Xuan, her naked body suddenly jerking away from Chen Ru's embrace, retreated more than ten steps, one hand covering her chest, the other her lower body, her small mouth trembling slightly, panting heavily.

What should she do? Her brother hadn't arrived yet, but Chen Ru had already made his move. At this moment, she was in turmoil, unable to let Chen Ru see through her plan, yet unwilling to be subjugated by him… The bastard was taking advantage of her again, and she had no idea how to deal with it.

Chen Ru slowly moved closer, and she retreated, but she was completely naked, making the situation both tense and extremely embarrassing. Looking at the beautiful woman's disheveled appearance, Chen Ru suddenly laughed and said, "This game is interesting, but it's time to [complete it]." "What game!? You traitor... ah!" Shang Xuan was both angry and ashamed, but then she saw Chen Ru suddenly move forward with lightning speed. Before she could react, Shang Xuan's entire body was picked up by him, and then... She was thrown onto the bed.

Shang Xuan was quite agile; she rolled over, pulled the blanket up, and covered herself. Her beautiful eyes glared at Chen Ru with a mixture of anger and hatred. This bastard, why had he suddenly become so violent?

Chen Ru coldly said, "If you won't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup." With that, he leaped onto her, grabbed the blanket with both hands, and yanked it outwards with all his might. Shang Xuan was startled and tried desperately to pull the blanket away, but her strength was far inferior to his. With a "hiss," the blanket was torn in two.

Ignoring her exposed skin, Shang Xuan, embarrassed and flustered, kicked Chen Ru with her delicate foot. Chen Ru calmly took her slender pink foot in his palm and said, "Miss, if you don't want to be crippled, you'd better not move." He then applied a little pressure with his hand.

"Ah!" Shang Xuan cried out in pain, her crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowing as a sharp pain shot through her ankle. She had no choice but to abandon her attempt to turn away and, as Chen Ru had instructed, relaxed her entire body. Her two pairs of jade-like legs were now spread apart, and the delicate pink cleavage unique to young girls was clearly visible between the pubic hair, extremely alluring.

"That's right." Chen Ru smiled slightly, gently rubbing her soft, boneless pink foot with both hands, then moving up her legs. The girl's skin was sensitive and delicate as water; a light press left a faint red mark, which he found irresistible.

(Is she giving up?) Shang Xuan closed her eyes tightly, tears welling in her eyes. A burning, tingling sensation ran through her chest as her tender nipples were bitten and sucked by the other person. Despite the pain in her heart, her body obediently produced waves of slight pleasure. Then she felt the other person's hand slowly move to her most private place... The silver chain flashed suddenly, reflecting in Shang Xuan's eyes, which were almost filled with tears. She bit her lip sharply, and with both hands, which were originally placed flat on either side, she struck Chen Ru's temples with all her might. Although she had lost her internal strength, if she could hit him head-on, she could make this bastard dizzy for a while.

But she underestimated the other person's strength. Chen Ru snorted, grabbed her slender jade wrists, glanced at her coldly, and then twisted them slightly with his strength. A faint sound of bones breaking and a girl's scream rang out at the same time.

Chen Ru put down her half-broken jade wrists, his hands no longer as warm as before. Soft, rough fingers began to roughly knead the girl's tender breasts, arbitrarily shaping them into various forms. His large mouth opened, leaving terrifying, slightly bloodied teeth marks on the two jade peaks. He then said, "It seems I, Chen, am too kind-hearted. Since you don't appreciate my gentleness, I can only treat you as an ordinary prisoner." Why hasn't her brother arrived yet? Shang Xuan's beliefs [the whole text] completely wavered. She felt waves of sharp pain in her chest, telling her the cruel reality. She groaned in agony. Her body, pampered since childhood, her most cherished beautiful body, was only left to satisfy this despised bastard. What she hated most was that the way he treated her body so roughly seemed to contain some kind of technique, allowing her to experience a strange pleasure even in pain. She could no longer see anything before her; her eyes were filled with tears.

"Spread your legs and lift them up with your hands." Chen Ru coldly commanded. Seeing Shang Xuan biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and remaining silent, he flipped his hand, and with a series of "slaps," accompanied by Shang Xuan's painful groans, he heavily slapped her chest and legs, leaving behind terrible handprints.

Shang Xuan knew she was powerless to resist, and even felt fear towards Chen Ru's violence. She turned her face away, and as tears soaked into the pillow she was lying on, she spread her beautiful legs apart, and with her crippled wrist, she wrapped her thighs, displaying her private parts. Her buttocks appeared even more rounded and full in this position, breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Ru massaged her sculpted buttocks a few times with both hands, and with his right hand, he slightly parted Shang Xuan's vulva with two fingers, revealing a peach-pink color inside, incredibly delicate. He glanced at Shang Xuan's pitiful face, and slowly inserted his fingers into her vulva. Within the narrow crevice,

Shang Xuan trembled violently, feeling a foreign object being inserted into her lower body. She was powerless to resist, watching helplessly as her private parts, which she dared not touch, were manipulated at will. Tears, which had begun to dry, welled up again

in her reddened eyes. This incomparably beautiful virgin body excited Chen Ru immensely. He decided to thoroughly humiliate this girl, and the first step was to arouse her. He opened his mouth wide, his wet tongue meticulously licking and rubbing her delicate petals, while his fingers moved within her, stimulating her sensitive, tight flesh.

Shang Xuan had never experienced such stimulation before. Under his actions, her body trembled uncontrollably. The teasing between her legs caused her body to gradually heat up, filling her with immense shame. How could she have become aroused by this bastard's manipulation? Chen Ru watched as

drops of nectar dripped onto the girl's vulva. A trickle of fluid seeped from her breasts, which began to heave. Knowing the stubborn girl's will was weakening, he withdrew his wet fingers from her vulva, a lewd smile on his face. "So, Miss has a masochistic streak, otherwise where would all this 'water' come from? Turn around and stick your butt out." Under this stimulation, Shang Xuan was covered in sweat, her words barely audible. Overwhelmed with shame, she was speechless, lacking even the courage to curse. Though usually clever, she was still young and no match for the worldly-wise Chen Ru. Finally, hurt by his blows, she turned around, her buttocks raised, her back to him. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat; she knew what he was about to do. "

Brother…" Shang Xuan lay on the bed, her pink buttocks raised, in this shameful pose, eyes closed, teeth clenched. Silently reciting the word "brother" in her heart, she heard a sudden burst of shouts and the clash of weapons outside. The city was engulfed in flames and a battle was raging.

Seeing her terrified expression, Chen Ru slowly leaned down, pressing his arm against her back, and sneered, "A mere trick, only good enough to fool a fool, but it can never deceive me, Chen Ru. I've heard there's a heroic young man in the city, named Shang Xiu. Do you know him, Miss?" Shang Xuan's heart trembled, her face drained of color. He knew of her brother, Shang Xiu… Chen Ru caressed her buttocks, his expression utterly calm, and continued, "You've been waiting for him to come, haven't you, Miss Shang Xuan?" Shang Xuan could no longer endure it, recklessly turning over, her voice trembling, "You…" Chen Ru pressed her down onto the bed, gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, and said harshly, "My household…" "I'm just waiting for him to take the bait; as for that feigned surrender, I don't even care about it." Shang Xuan suddenly understood why her brother hadn't arrived yet, and why there was such a deafening shout outside the city. She finally cruelly understood everything. In that instant, the feeling that everything had become futile caused her eyes to change from anger and shame to grief and despair. This was the battlefield of a chaotic world, not a game of chess where children could talk about strategy on paper.

Even with Chen Ru's erect penis pressed against her vulva, she had no time to care.

It turned out he already knew, yet he allowed her to play this ridiculous role, and to suffer his fooling and humiliation. Before this, she had held onto a strong hope, but in the end, at the moment of penetration, everything became mocking fragments.

"Brother... Xuan'er is coming to keep you company..." Shang Xuan's gaze fell once more on the silver chain in her hand, a thought rising in her mind: she would escape while preserving her virginity, she would die with her brother, and be his beloved wife in the underworld. With this desperate resolve, the blocked inner energy within her body surged forth, instantly increasing her strength. She forcefully pushed off with her jade-like legs, slamming them heavily onto Chen Ru's lower abdomen.

Chen Ru was surprised to realize that her inner strength had recovered; her kick was powerful enough to lift his body off the ground, sending him flying upwards. He coughed up blood, severely injured from his unpreparedness.

What followed, however, was an even more astonishing turn of events.

"Bang!" A corner of the tiled roof suddenly split open, and amidst the flying sand and stones, a figure flashed out, a sharp spear piercing straight into Chen Ru's head. Blood gushed out, staining the entire room with crimson blossoms.

The surrounding scenery was dreamlike, and Shang Xiu's figure seemed like a war god amidst blood-red clouds. Although Chen Ru was a bit smarter than Shang Xiu, he was still no match for the spear in Shang Xiu's hand.

In the blink of an eye, Shang Xuan saw her brother's swift figure rush towards her, wrapping her naked body in a long robe, then lifting her up in one swift motion. His other hand held the spear piercing Chen Ru's head, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face as he weakly said, "Mission accomplished." Shang Xuan noticed blood trickling from his lips and realized his body was covered in countless wounds, large and small, including a deep, bone-revealing wound on his right arm. Blood soaked through her robe, and she stammered, "Brother… your wounds…" Shang Xiu looked… Seeing the marks of violence on his sister's body, his eyes filled with a tender love and pity, a mixture of joy at regaining a precious treasure and guilt for not being able to save her in time. He softly said, "Brother is alright, don't make a sound. We'll be safe once we're out of the city. Hold on tight." Shang Xuan tightly wrapped her arms around her brother's strong neck, her heart overflowing with joy. She held on so tightly, afraid of losing the most important person in her heart, the person for whom she was willing to give everything.

Everything that had frightened her in the past was no longer there.

"Brother... I won't let you suffer like this again..." The voice was so weak, but it resonated powerfully in Shang Xuan's heart. Just a few words were enough to calm her, easily freeing her from the nightmare she had just experienced.

This close physical contact seemed to connect the brother and sister's bodies and minds, making her heart pound. The excitement she felt far surpassed any seductive tricks Chen Ru had used on her. Her brother didn't need to do anything; just holding her made her cheeks flush and her breath come in soft gasps.

Shang Xiu carried his younger sister to the city... From the tallest pavilion, he mustered all his strength and shouted, "Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army! Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army!" His shout was powerful, like a thunderclap, seemingly capable of suppressing the entire city of Gaoyang.

Shang Xuan looked down and realized what it meant to have a single call to arms. The Han army below immediately erupted in shouts, while the Yellow Turban soldiers were thrown into chaos. The situation for both armies was completely reversed thanks to the assassination miracle performed by Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan.

Suddenly, Shang Xiu felt a soft warmth on his lips; it was the girl in his arms, overcome with passion, who had kissed him. Shang Xiu initially thought it was because his sister was... In a moment of crisis, in a moment of excitement, he suddenly kissed her, saying, "Xuan'er...you're not hurt?" Shang Xuan seemed reluctant to leave her brother's arms, whispering, "Luckily...luckily you arrived in time, otherwise...Xuan'er would...would have lost her virginity to that scoundrel..." Upon hearing this, Shang Xiu's heart trembled, as if countless weights had been released from his chest. It was as if he had only just realized the extent of his physical condition. His gaze towards his sister suddenly became unfocused, and his body swayed as if he were about to collapse. Seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately jumped down, supporting the seriously injured him, and gently said, "This time it's Xuan'er's turn..." "Protect my brother!" ***????***????***????*** Although the city was in chaos, two people could be seen waving command flags on the enemy tower, directing the battle within the city.

It was said that although Chen Ru had ordered a city-wide curfew to prevent internal strife and had prepared troops for contingencies, ambushing strongholds within the city, the Han army had bribed a Yellow Turban deputy general to reveal the city's layout, allowing them to prepare a counterattack.

However, when the Han army, disguised as civilians, launched their attack, the surprise force fell into a Han ambush and was completely annihilated, thus rendering Chen Ru's plans futile.

One of them wore a hempen turban... Dressed in Confucian robes, with a dignified bearing, refined features, and a long sword at his waist, one man laughed upon hearing Shang Xiu's earth-shattering shout: "Brother Shang Xiu truly deserves to be called the number one man in Youzhou! With such martial arts skills and such spirit, he will surely become a dragon or a phoenix in the future!" Another man looked down into the city and saw that the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted. The Yellow Turban rebels, weakened by the shifting tide, were collapsing like a landslide. Those with weak wills had already surrendered. He said, "Xiu'er is indeed exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but if it weren't for Yuanzhi's plan within a plan, how could we have defeated Chenru and protected Gaoyang?" This man was Shang Zhi, and the young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was named Xu Shu. She was from Yingchuan and had studied with Shang Xiu in her youth. Later, she traveled extensively and, upon hearing of Gaoyang's troubles, came to offer her assistance.

Xu Shu smiled slightly and continued, "Miss Xuan, at the age of sixteen, is willing to venture into the lion's den; she is a heroine of both wisdom and courage. Whoever can marry her will be blessed with immense fortune." Shang Zhi tentatively said, "Yuanzhi is a man of great talent, and he is quite a match for Xuan..." Xu Shu was startled, realizing his slip of the tongue, and quickly bowed, saying, "Yuanzhi is merely a scholar from Yingchuan, while Miss Xuan is naturally beautiful. Yuanzhi is by no means a suitable match for you." Having said that, he quickly changed the subject. He said, "I've heard that Yan Zheng has received General Zhang Bao's order to lead 50,000 troops straight to the strategic cities of Youzhou. I've also heard that Chen Ru's army was defeated and will surely attack. Gaoyang may be difficult to defend, my lord..." Shang Zhi turned his head, watching his own troops storm the prefect's mansion with overwhelming force, and calmly replied, "The city stands, we stand; the city falls, we die!" Xu Shu was shocked and said, "Where there's life, there's hope! My lord..." Shang Zhi sighed, "I am already fifty years old. What regret would I have if I died? Yuanzhi, however, must help me take Xiu'er and Xuan'er away. The Han dynasty is beyond saving. I urge Xiu'er to submit to a wise ruler, settle down, and establish a family." He sought a good husband for Xuan'er. "Is the Han Dynasty beyond saving...?"

Xu Shu knew his mind was made up, and unable to dissuade him, he straightened his clothes, stood solemnly, and knelt before him, saying, "Yuanzhi kowtows on behalf of Brother Shangxiu." Shangzhi watched this exceptionally intelligent and refined scholar kowtow three times, and smiled, "Yuanzhi should also strive to improve himself, and think more about protecting and benefiting the people. With your wisdom, coupled with Xiu'er's abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the future." Having said this, he waved his hand and said, "Go!" Xu Shu performed the junior's courtesy again before slowly retreating.

He did not seek to rise to power, but only wished to display his learning!

A true man should uphold righteousness to protect the world and its people; what can a mere woman do?

Chen Ruzhi's death was merely one of the "thirty-six factions" of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Cheng Yuanzhi, who came with his troops, had already pacified the southern part of Youzhou, including cities like Gaoyang and Hejian, in less than a day. The Han army was powerless to resist, and the cities surrendered without a fight. General He Jin ordered Generals Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song, and Lu Zhi to lead troops to suppress the rebels. However, the rebel army was too powerful, and the Han army could only adopt a defensive posture for the time being, waiting for their strength to weaken.

Shang Xuan listened silently to the intelligence her brother had obtained and asked, "What are your plans, brother?" Shang Xiu had been recuperating for nearly a month, diligently practicing spear and sword techniques every day. Archery skills, unwavering will, and strong perseverance were unparalleled even to Shang Xuan. Now, knowing that his father had perished with the city, he was deeply moved by his spirit of loyalty and resolved to join the army.

With Xu Shu's help, Wan'er escaped Gaoyang and, after reuniting with the two, fled to Fanyang, finding a dilapidated house to stay in temporarily.

Although Xu Shu was quite skilled in swordsmanship, he knew that fighting on the battlefield was not his forte; strategizing was his forte. After discussing with Shang Xiu, he decided to join the anti-bandit warlords who had soldiers and generals but lacked a good strategist.

Shang Xiu slowly drew the sword given to him by his father from his waist and sighed, "I heard that Prefect Liu Yan of Youzhou is recruiting soldiers. I will go to enlist at dawn and fight on the battlefield." Shang Xuan took her brother's hand and gently said, "Xuan..." "I want to go with you." Her tone and demeanor were still those of the little girl who loved to be spoiled and act cute, as if she had never experienced any storms. This was exactly the kind of demeanor Shang Xiu liked best.

Shang Xiu placed her hands on top of hers and said, "Xuan'er is a girl, how can she go to war?" Shang Xuan argued, "Xuan'er has learned swordsmanship and horsemanship, what's wrong with that?" Shang Xiu smiled and shook his head, patting his sister's smooth face gently, and said softly, "The Yellow Turban rebels are all bark and no bite. Zhang Jiao is just a failed scholar, what knowledge does he have? Trust me, I will defeat the rebels and return in less than a year." He then whispered, "More importantly, Wan'er is still young, Xuan'er must stay here obediently and protect her for her brother." Shang Xuan Her delicate body trembled, a piercing bitterness welling up in her heart. She knew clearly that Wan'er becoming her brother's wife was gradually becoming a reality, but her feelings were unspeakable. Whenever she saw the two of them being intimate, she could only hide alone to the side, covering her ears and refusing to listen, so that the intense jealousy could not grow in her heart.

Shang Xiu was about to persuade her to go back to bed when Shang Xuan suddenly sobbed and rushed over to hug him tightly. He sighed inwardly. His sister had always been pampered and used to a life of ease, but now he saw that she was dressed in coarse linen and had been eating simple food these days; while he had duties to attend to and could not stay to take care of her, but instead had to ask her to help raise Wan'er. He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt.

Another thing that made him feel even more guilty was his inappropriate thoughts about this beautiful girl. From childhood to adulthood, her every smile, every joy, and every sorrow had haunted his thoughts and dreams. Especially after the battle of Gaoyang, when the two siblings had gone through great hardships together, their bond had only grown stronger. But... the hand that wanted to hold his sister's slender waist had to be lowered, and instead, his other hand was used to gently pat the back of her neck. Was this the limit that a brother could do?

Shang Xuan was unwilling to let him go so easily. No one could predict what would happen tomorrow, and this might be the only chance to tell the truth.

"Brother..." The young woman in his arms gently stepped back. To Shang Xiu's astonishment and disbelief, Shang Xuan removed her clothes. A patch of moonlight shone through the broken roof, and she stood gracefully in the moonlight, her fair skin, delicate arms and legs, her jade-like breasts and rounded buttocks displayed before her brother in her most beautiful form, her steps unorthodox.

Though completely naked, her slightly flushed, bright, and beautiful eyes stared directly at her brother, containing not only affection but also courage; it seemed that a single glance was enough to convey her innermost thoughts. That single glance gave Shang Xiu a profound feeling... A sense of unease surged through his heart like a stampede of horses, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The brother and sister faced each other, five feet apart, the surroundings so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shang Xiu took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart, quickly moved closer, and draped his long robe over his sister's shoulders. He whispered behind her, "Xuan'er is still young; you don't quite understand the difference between brotherly and sisterly affection and romantic love." Shang Xuan whirled around, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er has always understood. Father is dead. Must you pretend to be confused, brother?" Shang Xiu's heart churned like a raging storm, but his face remained impassive. He forced a smile and said, "Heaven has its great principles, and humanity has its fundamental ethics. Xuan'er is even better at studying than her brother; you should understand this." He suddenly remembered his father's dying wish to find a good husband for Xuan'er, but now he harbored wicked thoughts? Especially at this critical juncture?

Besides... Wan'er's clear voice called from outside: "Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan. The wine is warm." "Disregarding morality and ethics is punishable by both heaven and man; Xuan'er, never mention this again." Shang Xuan heard Shang Xiu say these words indifferently, then turn his back and leave. A sharp pain shot through his heart, and tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, which he quickly wiped away. She went with him.

In this generation, where else could she find someone like him besides her brother, with whom she had grown up? Even if her brother was a fool, she was certainly not a fool. But who was more capable and more trustworthy than her seemingly foolish brother?

From childhood to adulthood, his exemplary conduct among his peers, his calm and composed demeanor, and his outstanding martial arts skills had been silently built up in her young heart, becoming an unbreakable heroic image. Even though there had been many talented young men like Xu Shu around her, they all paled in comparison to her brother.

She wanted no one but him.

As the sun set and the new moon rose, the dilapidated city was shrouded in night.

The three sat around a table laden with exquisite dishes and wines, a feast for the eyes, seemingly incongruous with the humble dwelling, all the work of Wan'er's skillful hands. Wan'er, accustomed to serving, even at the table, tended to refill his cup. Remembering Shang Xiu's impending departure for war, both women, though preoccupied with their own thoughts, forced smiles as they toasted him.

Shang Xuan made no mention of what had just happened, her words and expressions showing no sign of distress, reassuring Shang Xiu that she had understood everything and was willing to stay with Wan'er.

That night, after his sister had fallen asleep, Shang Xiu carried Wan'er out of the house to the peach tree in front of the door. Wan'er, knowing full well what was going on, blushed and allowed him to carry her... He placed her beside the tree.

Shangxiu wiped away her tears with his fingertips and smiled, "Silly girl, didn't we agree not to cry?" But thinking that they were no longer host and guest, and that he, Shangxiu, was Wan'er's only support, even in this tender moment, thinking of the pain of parting by death, Shangxiu's heart was also moved, let alone Wan'er's. Just

as Shangxiu was about to speak again, Wan'er hugged him tightly, forcibly suppressing her sobs, and whimpered, "Let Wan'er serve Brother Xiu one more time." Shangxiu remained silent, only gently stroking her increasingly graceful back and slender waist, and saw that her delicate shoulders gradually stopped trembling.

With Wan'er turning to accommodate him, Shangxiu's hand untied the white dress and trousers; with a lift, a garment fell to the ground, and he saw the girl in his arms, delicate as snow, her beautiful eyes, slightly tearful, filled with deep affection. All his ambitions and grand ambitions in an instant turned into waves of tenderness.

This was just the beginning... The night was moonless, but the sky was filled with stars, with the Big Dipper shining brightly. Under Shang Xiu's comforting touch, Wan'er, suppressing her shyness, gazed up at the magnificent stars and softly asked, "Brother Xiu, do you know where you are among the stars?" She had been intelligent since childhood, and besides serving Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan, she spent her time learning to read and write by their side. She especially loved astrology, observing the stars and their seasonal changes. Although Shang Xiu didn't quite believe her, seeing her earnest expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Then where am I?" Wan'er's expression changed abruptly, her eyes flashing with a strange light as she pointed to a new star near the northeast in the night sky. That star shone brightly, making all the surrounding stars pale in comparison. She slowly said, "Then..." "It is Brother Shang's star of destiny. You will meet the stars of the North. This is something that will happen soon. The Yellow Turban rebels are going against the will of Heaven. The appearance of a star of death on the horizon is a harbinger of their defeat." Shang Xiu held her, speechless with astonishment. Wan'er, however, seemed to believe it wholeheartedly and continued, "When people die, they turn into a corner of the stars. After Wan'er dies, I wish to remain beside Brother Xiu's star of destiny, to pray for you forever." After saying this, she turned her face to face Shang Xiu, pressed her chest against his chest, and whispered, "Good brother, come and cherish Wan'er, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back my tears again." In the eyes of others, she was just a maid with a more outstanding appearance, but Shang Xiu knew very well that she was no ordinary person—although she never mentioned the story before she was adopted as a maid.

As the two warm, soft mounds of jade in his palms shifted like clouds under his caresses, Shang Xiu broke the silence, whispering in his wife's ear, "Wan'er, even now, you still don't intend to tell me everything?" His gentleness made Wan'er tremble slightly, but she shook her head gently, her slender arms rolling behind his neck, rubbing it tenderly, and she sighed, "If... Wan'er will tell you everything." Shang Xiu trembled violently, his hands freezing in place, and said, "..." "Xing Zhai Zhuo? Wan'er, could it be that you foresaw my impending death? Is that why you said that?" Wan'er turned over, her jade-like limbs fully exposed beneath her open robe. A mysterious light flickered in her gentle, beautiful eyes, which Shang Xiu found hard to understand. She said, "Brother Xiu's star of destiny is beginning to shine, a sign of a hidden dragon awakening, waiting to soar to the heavens. This is an auspicious omen. Brother Xiu, you need not doubt it; just accept it as it comes." With that, she wrapped her arms around Shang Xiu's lips, sealing his unspoken question with her enchanting lips and tongue.

Wan'er's hair was untied, revealing her dark, slender neck . Her long hair, bathed in soft light and shadow, cascaded like a curtain of water over her delicate shoulders. Aside from a rosy blush, her face, upon closer inspection, resembled that of a goddess descending from heaven, all traces of her former girlishness gone.

Shang Xiu's heart trembled. He had always regarded Wan'er as a sister, their relationship like that of siblings. But now, Wan'er's alluring charm made him realize for the first time that she was no longer the fragile girl who needed protection, but his independent and mature wife. Whether this was an illusion or reality didn't matter; he only needed to know that the beautiful sprite before him awaited him.

"Mmm… Husband…" Wan'er murmured softly, unable to resist Shang Xiu's tongue as it roamed freely over her breasts, leaving marks on her fair skin. She could also feel his skilled hands caressing her slender, rounded thighs and the jade-like opening hidden beneath her pubic hair…

She clung tightly to Shangxiu, her entire body leaning against him like cotton. They had been lovers for a long time, and without words, they could tacitly respond to each other. However, each time they made love, Shangxiu had a way of making her completely forget herself, letting go of all her pride and shame.

"Oh...ah..." Tiny drops of love juice flowed down his nimble fingers, like drops of saliva on a budding nipple. Even though it was night, a blush could be seen on her snow-white skin, indicating that she was full of springtime desire, waiting for Shangxiu to pluck her.

"Mmm...mmm..." Wan'er's petite buttocks were lifted up, and her delicate legs immediately wrapped around her husband's strong waist. With a "thud," his fiery rod broke through the door, and Wan'er felt a surge of heat in her lower body. Her whole body trembled violently as Shang Xiu, holding her buttocks, suddenly thrust forward, the fire penetrating deep into her flower core, causing her to let out a soft moan.

Shang Xiu had amazing stamina; he could carry a hundred pounds on his back and still walk dozens of miles at a brisk pace. Carrying such a person was effortless for him. But he was in no hurry to make her climax. Instead, he thrust slowly and powerfully, letting her move her body to her preferred rhythm.

Wan'er leaned weakly against his neck, her soft moans and gasps mingling with the fragrant breeze in his ears. Just as she was lost in ecstasy, a strange, piercing shriek suddenly rang out. Wan'er was too engrossed in their lovemaking to notice; but Shang Xiu, with his soldier's instincts, recognized it as a secret signal his sister Shang Xuan often used. He

glanced sideways and saw Shang Xuan, about ten feet behind the large tree where they were, leaning against another large tree, peering at them with a look that seemed both resentful and jealous. Her lips were slightly twitching, as if she wanted to say something to him.

"Oh...!" Wan'er's slender waist began to writhe, no longer satisfied with the slow intercourse. She shifted her body and began to move, her soft moans rising and falling, becoming even more alluring. Shang Xiu watched as Shang Xuan lowered her face and slowly undressed. They stood beneath the same jade wheel, but the white light seemed to particularly protect Shang Xuan, this celestial beauty, shining down on her like silver light, making her firm breasts, slender waist, and plump pink legs appear white.

Those four... he gave her ... The silver chains around her sister's neck were linked together, hanging from her chest like a silvery-white cloud along the edge of her jade peak, breathtakingly beautiful.

Her skin was as white and cold as snow, yet her eyes burned with a fiery intensity. This contrast between cold and heat ignited the forbidden desire within Shang Xiu. He thrust into her with both hands and waist, making the delicate woman in his arms tremble and writhe in his virility; yet his eyes and brows remained fixed on her, watching his own sister before him. His front was bare, and his eyes seemed to want to devour this naturally endowed, flawless body [full text].

Shang Xuan's lips curled into an extremely alluring smile. Although Shang Xiu couldn't hear it, a seductive giggle seemed to echo in his mind. He saw his younger sister's pink body tremble slightly, her jade-like breasts shaking as if an earthquake were raging, shaking his heart. Shang Xuan's movements were as if under a spell; with a turn of her emerald eyes and a flick of her jade hand, she seemed to lead her brother... His eyes roamed over her flawless curves.

With a flick of her slender fingers, she lightly touched the side of her cherry-like breasts, and Shang Xiu felt a burst of fresh, delicious flavor in his mouth; her slender waist swayed gently, and the soft, pink flesh of her jade buttocks filled Shang Xiu's beastly gaze; the sash in her delicate hand lightly brushed between her jade breasts, as if letting her own brother feel the soft, firm touch. The full curves of her jade breasts hung in front of her chest like raindrops, and a faint silver light shone on her snow-white skin.

"Ah...! Brother Xiu... Brother... Oh!" Wan'er's breasts heaved and trembled from the impact of her Brother Xiu's movements. Her body, unable to withstand the wild pounding of the fiery rod, erupted like a tidal wave of spring water. With a high-pitched moan, she climaxed.

A glint flashed in Shang Xuan's beautiful eyes. A gust of wind blew, and the sash of her dress was blown by the wind, falling into the hands of her brother, Shang Xiu. Shang Xuan waved his jade hand in front of his eyes, and he immediately understood, blindfolding Wan'er's crystal-clear eyes.

"Brother Xiu...?" Wan'er fell to the ground in a daze, her hands clutching Shang Xiu's hands in a panic. She heard Shang Xiu's gentle voice in her ear: "Tonight, I will let Wan'er taste pleasure she has never tasted before." Shang Xiu's reason was overwhelmed by lust. Wan'er cried out softly, and her body was turned around. Her hands could only hold onto the tree trunk, while Shang Xiu gently supported her small buttocks and slender waist, turning her into a position of intercourse with her in front and him behind.

"Ah…!" Her delicate labia, like two flower petals, were parted, and that fire once again burrowed into her already overflowing jade gate. Everything was pitch black before her eyes, making it impossible for her to predict how Shang Xiu would play with her next. A strange unease, combined with the still-burning, wonderful pleasure within her, created an even more subtle excitement.

Shang Xuan was gradually captivated by Wan'er's excited moans. It wasn't the first time she had seen her brother and Wan'er making love, but this time she was watching openly and made a decision: to leave an impression of her beautiful body on her brother's mind. In terms of tacit understanding, even Wan'er couldn't match this brother and sister. Shang Xuan's innate, astonishing charm completely controlled Shang Xiu's will in this situation, making him unable to resist her hints. The sounds

of her brother and Wan'er's bodies colliding were incessant. Shang Xuan's starry eyes were half-open as she watched the fiery spring palace, her hands falling to her own breasts, gently kneading them.

"Oh...! Brother Xiu...quick...hold Wan'er...oh..." Wan'er shook her jade face violently, her long hair flying, crying out repeatedly, desperately seeking caresses. Shang Xiu's eyes were slightly red as he watched his sister playing with those beautiful breasts that could intoxicate any man. His hands naturally responded to his beloved wife's request, vigorously kneading those two warm mounds. A brother and sister, one fantasizing about playing with his younger sister's beautiful breasts, the other imagining her older brother teasing her breasts both roughly and gently.

"Mmm...ah...too deep...ahhh...!" Wan'er cried out in ecstasy, and Shang Xiu gradually lost track of who the protagonist was. The three of them were each lost in desire, their fiery intercourse still proceeding intensely, Wan'er's lustful fluids constantly splashing onto his body. The girl's delicate body was turned to his side, her jade fingers teasing his vulva between her legs, her small mouth slightly open. He didn't hear it, but he "saw" his sister's trembling moans and soft panting.

His sister's pretty face was so pure and otherworldly, so wanton and beautiful. One moment she was pure and innocent, the next she was wild and wanton, the contrast of slowness and speed, just enough to tear through the defenses of morality.

His fiery rod seemed to replace her slender fingers, slamming into his sister's... In the flower room, he vigorously churned and pounded, while his exquisitely beautiful younger sister, Shang Xuan, writhed and yielded under his thrusts, her lust surging. Her jade-like vulva gushed forth like a volcanic spring of lustful fluid. The innocent and lively pretty girl had transformed into a stunningly alluring woman who drove men mad.

The two gazed at each other with fervent passion, their eyes wild and bold. The sister watched without restraint as her brother and the woman's fiery passion raged, while the brother shamelessly enjoyed the sight of his beautiful sister masturbating.

A flash of silver—Shang Xuan had removed the silver chain from her neck. She bent her left leg, and the chain slipped between her pink, jade-like legs, sliding between her round, fragrant buttocks, gently rubbing back and forth.

She...

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