A Beautiful Woman Through Storms [Full Text]

The boat ride was quite comfortable, but it was too slow. It rocked and rocked, and I didn't know when we'd reach Wuxi. I watched the sun slowly climb from the east, reaching its zenith, its gentle heat turning scorching. If I'd known such a cheap awning boat was this slow, I would have rented a larger boat with sails.

Li Qiushui gave me a lot of money—the kind of glittering gold leaves. Although I didn't know its exact value, I felt incredibly wealthy, like a nouveau riche. My posture straightened involuntarily, and my voice rose in pitch—the typical mindset of a nouveau riche. But the thought that I was still spending a woman's money made me a little discouraged. It's still different, isn't it? After all…

the scenery along the way was beautiful. But I was sleepy, so I curled up in the awning, where I could hide from the sun, and the rocking motion was nice.

Zhong Ling was chatting casually with the boatman at the stern. Seeing that I was about to sleep, she came over to join in. "Make room for me," Zhong Ling said, nudging me.

I groggily made way, but the cabin was too cramped, and she was still squeezing me. "Make room a little more." I really had nowhere to move. Her plump body was rubbing against me, and I could smell her fragrance. The scent of the young girl was captivating, intoxicating me. I felt my cycle changing, and the reaction below was becoming clearer, which made me a little panicked.

"Ouch!" The boatman suddenly exclaimed, and Zhong Ling scrambled up, her hand landing squarely on my erect penis. She wasn't trying to sleep; she was just trying to mess with me. I sat up as if I'd been electrocuted, covering my penis with both hands where she'd pressed it. I was furious!

"Liu Shang, come quick! Someone's in!" Zhong Ling stood at the stern, waving frantically at me.

"What's wrong?" I struggled to get out, hesitating whether to stand up. If I did, my penis would definitely stick up the front of my robe, which would be quite embarrassing.

"Someone jumped overboard!" The boatman was pulling down his clothes.

"Yes!" I hurriedly started pulling down my clothes too. Going to rescue someone in such a loose-fitting, scholarly robe would surely cost me my life!

Seeing the boat captain jump in with only his pants on, I thought it was unwise. I continued taking off my clothes; for me, swimming should be done in just my underwear. Of course, skinny dipping is fun too, but opportunities to try it are limited.

I stuffed my clothes into Zhong Ling's hands, leaving me only in

my underwear. I stood on the gunwale, showing off, "I'm going!" Zhong Ling seemed dazed, wanting to hide but reluctant to leave. Her face was red, her gaze fixed on me. After all, it was the first time she'd seen a mature man's body, and her feelings were strange.

His arms stretched out, his bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight, the lines of his muscles displaying power, flickering with a mysterious allure. His calf muscles bulged, propelling his thighs, and his buttocks, encased in those annoying briefs, seemed about to burst. He leaped, gracefully flying towards the water's surface, splashing a ripple before disappearing.

Zhong Ling felt her heart pounding wildly, her mouth dry. He emerged again, his strong arms moving smoothly through the water, his legs occasionally slapping the surface. She could clearly see the water changing with his movements, the muscles on his back shifting... Feeling a little dizzy, captivated by the power a man displayed, Zhong Ling experienced a shock for the first time, a shock that was hard to resist. She realized that besides flowers and scenery, there was such a powerful and wild beauty in the world.

I saw her. Her long hair floated in the water, her arms outstretched, her face relaxed—a beautiful face, young, with delicate features. Death seemed like a release; she looked so peaceful. Was she slowly releasing herself? I grabbed her long hair, pulled her close, and slipped my hand under her armpits, finding myself holding her breasts perfectly. Good, very elastic. No time to appreciate it, huh? My breath was running low. I desperately pumped the water, rushing towards the surface.

"Open her shirt, yes, press on her stomach, harder..."

I knelt beside the girl's head, pried open her lips, pinched her nose, and prepared to give her artificial respiration. I wasn't sure if it would work; I'd never done it before, only seen it on TV and in movies. The key was to wake her up, right?

"Slap!"

I received a loud slap, my head spinning, and I collapsed onto my backside, not understanding what was happening.

"Sister Mu, he, he's saving you!" Zhong Ling grabbed the girl's hand. She didn't have the strength to hit me anymore; she convulsed and vomited water. The boatman busied himself rowing the boat to shore...

The sun was already setting in the west. The boatman lit a fire, praising my swimming skills and urging me to drink; his yellow wine was alright. Actually, the water was quite cold; it was already autumn, and the strenuous exercise had burned a lot of calories. I put on my clothes, but I was still shivering.

The girl rescued was Mu Wanqing. Who knows how she ended up here, and then chose to jump into the water to commit suicide? Counting on my fingers, I grinned. According to the boatman's estimate, even if we rushed to Wuxi overnight, it would be dawn by then. By then, the story of Wuxi would be over, and Duan Yu would have taken Wang Yuyan to some unknown mill. I wondered when my mission would be accomplished.

I was anxious to hand Zhong Ling over to Duan Yu and then head north to see my wife and children.

Mu Wanqing was tall, about 1.71 meters. She couldn't wear Zhong Ling's clothes, so she wore mine. Mine were a bit big, but big has its advantages; they made her curves even more mysterious.

She nestled in Zhong Ling's arms, sobbing softly. Tears streamed down her face, making her look incredibly beautiful. Her wet hair clung to her slender, delicate cheeks, and her gaze held a deep sadness—a melancholy and a weariness that was enough to arouse my desire. But remembering that I was a respected elder of their grandfather's generation, I dared not look at her. Zhong Ling, for no apparent reason, also began to weep.

The sun had set, casting vibrant colors over the lake and mountains. This small island in Taihu Lake was beautiful.

"We can't go any further. The wind will pick up tonight, and there will be heavy rain," the boatman said, busily setting up a shelter.

"Really?"

"Don't be fooled by the current pleasant weather. My legs have never lied to me. When the wind picks up on the lake, the waves get big. It's very dangerous to walk. Let's rest on this island and cross the lake tomorrow when the rain stops." I didn't know if it was chronic rheumatism or arthritis, and besides, Mu Wanqing's condition made it impossible for her to move.

"I'll go catch some fish later, we can have a meal together."

"Alright, you can set up a shelter here, I'll go catch the fish."

The sand was smooth and fine from the lake water, it felt pleasantly sticky under my feet. I found a stick, bent and bent it until I finally got a point, then rolled up my pants and stood in the knee-deep water, my eyes gleaming as I stared at the movement beneath the surface. There were fish, and they looked plump. I was hungry, my mouth watering, I could almost see the sizzling grilled fish on the fire, the aroma was intoxicating. Like Pavlov's dog, my mouth was watering uncontrollably, I had to keep swallowing. Thinking

about it was one thing, actually doing it was another. I tried, I tried again, tried again and again... but missed. Finally, I remembered the principle of light refraction and adjusted my angle.

"Liu Shang, what are you doing?" Zhong Ling was standing on the beach at some point.

"Don't make a sound! I'm catching fish."

Zhong Ling was curious. She took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her trousers, and waded over.

"Ouch! Ouch!" she cried out in surprise, unable to move.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little impatiently.

"Come help me up, I've cut my foot."

There were some seashells at the bottom of the lake, and some of them were quite sharp, I couldn't tell what they were. I had to go over and help her. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were pouting, it was quite amusing.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to take care of Mu Wanqing?"

"Sister Mu is asleep." Zhong Ling held onto my shoulder, lifted her scraped foot, and hopped on one leg.

"Do you know why she was trying to kill herself?"

"Ouch! A water snake!"

...

"Satisfied!" I pulled off my wet clothes, wiped the water from my face. Getting soaked twice in one day was really making me feel awful.

Zhong Ling was also soaked, curled up, teeth chattering, staring at me without blinking, and grinning brightly. I glanced at her, my vision a little blurry. Her clothes clung to her body, her vibrant body displaying a moist sheen. Girls are simply a man's nemesis; their bodies always make you want to commit a crime.

"Where are you going!"

"Going back to get dry clothes, you'll catch a cold if you keep this up!"

"What's a cold?"

"Don't look!" When Zhong Ling stood up, she noticed my gaze lingering on her. She felt a surge of embarrassment and annoyance, clutching her clothes to her chest, clearly upset.

I blushed and quickly lowered my head, but her image kept flashing before my eyes. Her bulging breasts, slender waist, round legs, and the wrinkles of her wet clothes all looked so alluring. I had to turn away quickly, because my penis was inappropriately erect, and my heart was pounding.

"Don't peek!" Zhong Ling ran away, but I couldn't resist taking another look. I saw her little bottom swaying and bobbing…

No, I don't care if she finds Duan Yu or not, I absolutely can't be with Zhong Ling anymore, otherwise, otherwise… Sigh! Still no good. A girl like that running around alone, with such poor martial arts skills, would be in trouble if she fell into the hands of bad guys. Didn't I promise?

The boat captain was really skilled; he easily caught six fish. Dinner, accompanied by his yellow wine, was alright, though the flavors were too strong. I kept drinking water, feeling constantly parched—maybe it was related to my mood? Zhong Ling kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, making me feel parched too.

Drinking too much water made me need to pee. I was sleeping quite well in the shack when the wind picked up, whistling, and the rain started pouring down—all the sounds were urging me awake. I woke up, feeling a throbbing in my lower abdomen, and my penis was throbbing; I was about to burst. The boat captain's snoring was impressive, and he even whistled, making me even more desperate. I had no choice but to find a place to relieve myself in the rain. There were girls in another shack, so I had to go further away.

The rain was indeed heavy; my shirt and pants were soaked through in no time. I finally found a big tree and frantically unzipped my pants. Wow! The world is so wonderful! Relief! The tension in my lower abdomen eased, and even urinating felt pleasurable.

A flash of lightning ripped through the night, its brightness almost frightening. I shuddered, completely released, and even felt a little intoxicated.

A figure seemed to flicker. I jumped in fright and stared intently. A tall, slender person stood on the edge of a cliff, swaying in the wind, seemingly about to fall at any moment. Below lay the somewhat menacing Taihu Lake, waves crashing against the cliff face with eerie sounds. Not quite finished urinating yet, but I couldn't worry about that now. While pulling up my pants, I leaped forward with all my might, quite fast…

“Let me die!” Mu Wanqing's scream was shrill, her struggles tenacious. She had no moves, no martial arts skills; she relied entirely on the vicious methods of women—kicking, hitting, scratching, grabbing. The key was that her screams made my ears ring; her voice was a powerful weapon.

I gritted my teeth and endured it, pulling her away from the cliff and pressing her against the big tree where I had just urinated. "I really admire you. You died once, and you still dare to come a second time. You're not even afraid of death, so why can't you live?"

I grimaced. Her fingernails were really sharp. My face was burning, and my scalp was throbbing. I guessed a lot of my hair had been pulled out. My good hair! My face was being reshaped by Mu Wanqing.

"Why is it you again?" Mu Wanqing saw me clearly and calmed down a bit from her hysteria. Her eyes were filled with despair, her face was trembling, and she didn't look good at all. Her chest was heaving violently. Her chest was very alluring. Her clothes were thin and soaked. Was it because of the cold? Her two nipples were erect, drawing my attention involuntarily.

"Want to die again?" I gasped for breath.

"Let me die!" Mu Wanqing said fiercely.

“As the saying goes, ‘Once, twice, but no third time,’ I can only stop you twice, there won’t be a third time.”

“Move aside.” She was calm, but firm.

I stepped aside, rubbing my burning face and scalp. She closed her eyes and walked past me, trembling slightly.

“Wait!”

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t stop me a third time?”

“Please give me back my clothes. You’re wearing my clothes. I’m poor, I only have three sets of clothes, and they’re all wet now. Tomorrow I’ll have to go out naked. Please give me back my clothes, please. You’re going to die anyway, there’s no reason for you to wear clothes, right?”

“What did you say?” Mu Wanqing stopped, slowly turned around, and stared at me fiercely.

I spread my hands, encouragingly looking at her, “You were born naked, why are you dressed so neatly before you die? Give them back. These clothes are quite expensive, it’s already a pity they’re wet, what am I going to do if you take them too?”

I didn’t know what she was thinking, but it was good that she didn’t move any closer to the cliff.

This standoff was a battle of wits, a fight to the death. Thunder, lightning, gale—everything was terrifying.

"You stinking man! Here you go!" Mu Wanqing became hysterical again, tearing at her clothes and throwing them hard at my face.

I caught them, easily. "How can you do this? You don't have to tear my clothes like this. Look, they're ruined. How am I supposed to wear them? You, you have to pay me back."

When no more clothes were thrown at me, Mu Wanqing's body swayed in the desolate night. I couldn't see clearly, but her arms were crossed over her chest; she was definitely crying. "You stinking man! Isn't this what you wanted? Are you satisfied now? Do you have the guts to touch me?" She spoke quickly, almost inaudibly. "Come on then. This body is dirty. How about it? Do you want it?" She actually walked over.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I was a little confused and kept backing away. Unfortunately, I hadn't even urinated yet, and now she was suddenly getting excited.

The lightning suddenly illuminated her naked body. Good. She cornered me against the tree, with nowhere to escape.

"What's the point of me living like this? Tell me! The person I love most is my brother, and now he loves someone else. My body is defiled, no longer pure. Tell me, what's the meaning of living?"

"You're sick." "

Sick?"

"You're just a germaphobe."

"A germaphobe?"

"How many men have you met? How did you decide he's the one you love most? How do you know that being defiled makes you impure? How much do you know about life? You'll die at the slightest setback? You're quite brave, not afraid of death. Do you even know what death is like? I've died. Want me to tell you? First, the darkness..."

"Why won't you let me die?"

"You're a good girl, aren't you? You're still pure, still young, still so beautiful. Temporary pain might be relieved by death. Do you know how good life would be if you lived? Aren't you even a little curious? Do you know what happiness tastes like? Don't you yearn for it at all? Do you know there are other men waiting for you on the journey ahead? Don't you want that at all?"

"What are you saying?

I don't quite understand." Her body went limp and she fell against my chest...

"What are you doing?" Zhong Ling groggily sat up, looking at me with surprise, then at Mu Wanqing, who was naked in my arms.

"You brat, I asked you to take care of her, and all you did was sleep. She's trying to kill herself again."

Zhong Ling panicked, still not understanding. "Then why isn't she wearing any clothes?"

"She took them off herself. Don't just stand there, find her some dry clothes!" "

There aren't any." "If there aren't any,

then take them off." "

I don't want to."

"Hurry up, she'll get sick if she stays wet like this."

Zhong Ling retreated to the corner of the shack, clutching her collar tightly. I quickly retreated and found a place to relieve myself [full text]. To be honest, saving someone is quite an accomplishment.

Mu Wanqing was sick, and Zhong Ling had no clothes to wear, so we had to stay on this small island for most of the day. We were utterly disheartened; if we rushed there now, it would be too late. I could only sit by the now bright and gentle Taihu Lake, rubbing my feet while waiting for the clothes to dry.

The boatman was indeed a gentleman; he never went to peep into that shack. This made me quite ashamed, because I had wanted to go and see what was inside more than once. I decided to give the boatman double the fare.

Wuxi is a very prosperous ancient city. We have money; we can stay in the best restaurants, the best rooms, and find the best doctor and the best medicine for Mu Wanqing. She is very ill; whether it will develop into pneumonia, we don't know.

Finding Duan Yu is out of the question, and I even missed the chance to meet Qiao Feng, whom I greatly admire. As for assessing my future grandson-in-law, Xu Zhu, that's out of the question too. I don't know how long I'll be stuck in Wuxi. I'm miserable because I'm longing to go home. In this era, Lingzhou is my home.

Mu Wanqing is getting better day by day. Zhong Ling has lost a little weight from the hard work of caring for her. I have nothing else to do but cultivate and stay by their bedside. I can't abandon them. Fortunately, my internal energy is improving. I wonder if I'm really a top-tier master now? There's no one to challenge me.

Sitting is getting tiring. It's midnight now, and I'm sleepy… A very soft hand gently strokes my face. I wake up and meet Mu Wanqing's tender gaze. "Get me some water, okay? I'm very thirsty."

Her fever has subsided, but her lips are still dry.

"Wait." I jump up to pour water…

"Want some more?"

Mu Wanqing shakes her head, grabbing my sleeve and refusing to let go, leaning against my chest. Is this a little too intimate? I felt a little awkward. To be honest, I had no feelings for Mu Wanqing. Right now, I just felt sorry for her, just like how I liked Zhong Ling. They both needed care.

"These past few days, I've been thinking about what you said. I've figured it out. I won't die."

"That's good. Lie down, or you'll catch a cold again."

"This is good. Your chest is warm." She snuggled up a few times, closed her eyes, as if enjoying a comfortable moment. "Thank you for taking care of me all these days."

"Don't mention it. Actually, it was Zhong Ling who took care of you. She couldn't keep up, so I took over. You should lie down."

She didn't speak or move, just leaned against the bed, enjoying herself. I could only sit on the edge of the bed, reach out and pull the blanket over her. It was really hard work, mainly because her behavior made me feel awkward. I didn't know how to handle it. I just had to bear it!

Mu Wanqing recovered, and she was very docile.

"Liu Shang, where do you think we should go?" Zhong Ling was quite troubled because she couldn't find any news about Duan Yu lately.

“Either you go home, or you come with me to Lingzhou.”

“Lingzhou? You’re from Xixia?”

“Oh, I’m Han, but my home is in Lingzhou, so I have to go back. By the way, once we get to Lingzhou, we’ll definitely find someone to help us. Miss Mu, you’re feeling better now, where are you going?”

“Wherever you go, I’ll go.” Lately, Mu Wanqing’s eyes have been incredibly dreamy, making my heart race.

“Then let’s go to Lingzhou, I wonder if it’ll be fun?” Zhong Ling perked up, her face flushed with excitement.

I always felt that she didn’t just come out to find Duan Yu; she came out to have fun. She saw the dazzling world outside, and she’s gone crazy with it, not wanting to go home at all. She’s always searching for a brighter future. She’s a girl who loves to wander, maybe that’s why I like her?

Money makes things easier; we didn’t have to worry about money when it came to buying all the supplies for a long trip. We bought a large carriage pulled by three horses, which was very smooth and impressive. We also bought clothes, utensils, and dry food, and then we set off.

Everything was great—beautiful scenery and a beautiful woman by my side. This kind of trip should be wonderful, right? But there were some less-than-ideal aspects. Mu Wanqing was being overly attentive to me. I've been there, I know what she's thinking, but I haven't quite figured it out yet, so I felt a little uneasy.

"Why are you always avoiding me?" We missed our lodging again that day and had to spend the night in the woods beside the official road. The carriage was naturally for Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling, and I lay on the carriage shaft, which was convenient for keeping watch. Although there weren't any wild beasts, encountering bandits would be troublesome enough. At midnight, Mu Wanqing stood in the clear moonlight—her most solemn posture.

I quickly sat up. "No, why am I avoiding you?" A bad feeling crept in; Mu Wanqing seemed a little different.

"You are avoiding me." She sat down on the carriage shaft next to me. I quickly moved aside to maintain distance; her fragrance was quite potent, and I was worried about myself.

She leaned closer again, and I let her… So, I finally fell off the carriage shaft and landed on my bottom.

“How are you? Did it hurt?” Mu Wanqing came over to help me up. I refused to get up no matter what.

“See, you’re avoiding me.”

Mu Wanqing simply sat down next to me, grabbed my arm, and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Don’t do this, okay? Let her…”

“Zhong Ling is asleep, she can sleep until tomorrow morning, I pressed her sleeping acupoint.”

“Then, what’s that for?”

“I don’t want her to disturb us.”

“We?” Oh my god, something big is going to happen tonight! Mu Wanqing had been planning this for a long time.

“What are we going to do?”

“Didn’t you say there was a good man waiting for me up ahead? I found him.”

“It’s not me, is it?”

“You’re so smart, you even know.”

How am I supposed to explain this? I’m really scratching my head!

Mu Wanqing’s lips became hot, and her body was warm too. She hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, a light touch, but passionate. My head suddenly went hot and I panicked. Should I have sex with her? Is it okay to have sex like this?

"Liu Shang, now I know that the good man is you..."

Mu Wanqing murmured, pressing me down onto the tall grass. Her burning lips lingered on mine, and she rubbed my arms, her soft body pressed against mine.

Her heart was pounding fast and strong, and mine was pounding just as fast; I was already erect. I tried my best to avoid pressing my penis against her, but she seemed to enjoy the contact. She took the initiative. I

couldn't hold back any longer! My hands finally encircled her, cupping the back of her head and running my fingers through her soft hair, then I responded fiercely to her lips. These lips were wonderful—warm, soft, and resilient. I pried open her teeth and tried to tug at her tongue. She playfully tried to escape, murmuring softly, so my tongue followed, tracing the base of her tongue, waiting for her sweet saliva, waiting for her submission.

She became even more passionate, caressing me, one hand starting to undo my belt. "Hurry, Liu Shang, I want it now!"

Fine, I'll have it. I couldn't hold back any longer either. She'd been seducing me for days; didn't she know my resistance was weak? "Let it be! It should be good, right?"

I suddenly rolled over and placed Mu Wanqing beneath me. She gasped softly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with joy, which also encouraged me.

"Loosen up a little," I pleaded while responding to her kisses, because she held my head tightly to her lips, refusing to let go, making it difficult for me to breathe and hindering my movements.

I groped around, untying her belt, and slipped my hand inside her long skirt, pulling down her pants forcefully—it was so warm there.

She lifted her buttocks to cooperate as I pulled her pants down, even raising her legs.

I couldn't wait any longer. I struggled free from her arms, lifted her skirt, and raised her legs as well, pulling her pants down to her knees, revealing a glimpse of white. The beauty in the shadow of that lush, green grass wasn't quite clear yet, but I didn't have time to look. I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, unzipped my pants,

pulled out my penis, and pressed it against her…

It was getting wet there, so tender and soft to the touch.

Mu Wanqing shuddered, wanting to pull away, but immediately bravely stepped forward. She grabbed the long skirt that had fallen onto her stomach, pulled it down, and covered her face. Her

delicate labia initially resisted, but quickly and obediently parted, then pressed against a soft, tender area. I pressed in the wrong spot, not penetrating, and felt a little pain. I took a breath, moved down a little, and found the still tightly closed opening, already wet. When I touched it, the little hole twitched, then opened and closed in a pleading manner.

As I entered, Mu Wanqing moaned softly, "Mmm, mmm," but immediately gritted her teeth and endured it. Her body arched, and her stomach twisted in a strange way.

When my penis first entered, it was slippery and tender, very warm. After only a short pause, those delicate flesh produced a wonderful movement, wrapping around me, gripping me, and twisting me forcefully. I cried out in pleasure, "Aww!" and thrust in hard... all the way to the very end. It was a wonderful vagina, and Mu Wanqing now knew how to enjoy pleasure; her cooperation was excellent.

My lower abdomen pressed against her body, the soft sensation was wonderful, very pleasurable. I felt a little disappointed that her face was partially obscured by the hem of her long skirt, but I couldn't care less. I held her legs and thrust forcefully, perhaps a little selfish, because I was only focused on my own pleasure…

A cool breeze blew by, raising goosebumps, and my mind cleared from its frenzy. My worst fears had come true; I hadn't resisted the temptation.

Mu Wanqing was nestled in my arms, fast asleep, her face glistening with tears, but a satisfied smile on her lips. Was I satisfied too? The answer was definitely yes; at least my body was satisfied. Mu Wanqing was only nineteen, with a wonderful body, a beautiful woman. The lovemaking was successful, a little hectic, but very pleasurable.

What troubles me is the myriad of thoughts that arise after physical satisfaction. First, I'm certain this wasn't love-driven sex. My feelings for Mu Wanqing are at the level of pity, not the deep, unforgettable love I felt with Li Qiushui, the mutual dependence, and the profound bond we shared. That's for sure. Everything I did for her was simply out of pity. She's somewhat unfortunate, somewhat beautiful, somewhat alluring. Sex without love makes me uncomfortable.

Is this too realistic? Can feelings be this realistic? Actually, there are even more realistic things in front of me! How should I tell Li Qiushui? Even more crucially, how can I make my children face their irresponsible father and grandfather?

Putting aside the issue of status, while this extramarital affair is incredibly exciting, the sense of responsibility does put a slight burden on a man. It's not like I can just have sex and then call it a day, right? A girl doesn't give you her body just for money; she also gives you her feelings. Shouldn't I bear the responsibility for another kind of feeling?

I'm confused and don't have a good solution to this problem. It was exhilarating, but troubles followed. I couldn't let go; I lay awake with my eyes open.

At dawn, I had an answer: since I'd done it, I might as well do it. A man should act like a man, and shoulder this responsibility. Let's see if my back is straight enough.

Thankfully, this is an era where polygamy is possible. Don't forget, and don't mistreat her. She believes she can find happiness with you; that's an honor, isn't it? I should try my best to give her happiness. As for other problems, I should solve them myself.

How to solve them? There's always a way. Be honest, and maybe it won't be a problem. Be honest with yourself, and then be honest with your family. Shouldn't it be less of a challenge? I felt much lighter, and then sleepiness crept in…

Mu Wanqing became happier. She was no longer melancholy. She started laughing and joking with Zhong Ling. When Zhong Ling was around, she rarely spoke to me, but conveyed affection through her eyes. A young girl's feelings are delicate, aren't they?

Things always change. Since we became intimately close, happiness has become a little... Zhong Ling always sleeps very soundly, and she can't help but sleep soundly too. So after Zhong Ling falls asleep, Mu Wanqing comes to my room. She's very enthusiastic and open-minded; she'll agree to any of my requests, just for the sake of the pleasure we feel together.

"It's so nice that you listen to me like this," Mu Wanqing leans against my chest, our skin pressed tightly together. Although tired, it's sweet.

When I'm with Mu Wanqing, I have a good habit: no matter how tired I am, I insist on waiting until Mu Wanqing falls asleep before considering my own needs.

...Experience tells me that if you turn over and fall asleep immediately after sex, the next day is often terrible—either you'll pick a fight or you'll be ignored. Because women are often excited for a period of time after wonderful sex. During this time, it's their time to express themselves. The body has already experienced pleasure; what remains is the soul. When both body and mind are intoxicated, women will be captivated by this wonderful sex. Lacking either one makes it seem dull.

In a marriage, sex becomes a shared responsibility, and the woman may perceive the man as a beast who only knows his own pleasure. As for lovers, it's likely that the relationship wouldn't last long unless there were mutual benefits involved. So, despite her frequent, seemingly foolish remarks, I tried my best to listen, no matter how heavy my eyelids were. As long as I continued to touch Mu Wanqing's body, whom I loved, she would feel that I was indeed listening.

A woman is fortunate to find someone who can bring her physical pleasure and whom she can confide in; at least the time spent in bed is worth cherishing, as Mu Wanqing's behavior proved. I tried my best to make Mu Wanqing feel happy, but sometimes I wondered if I was going too far. I never did this with Li Qiushui.

"Can you tell me, where are you in Lingzhou..."

I felt that Mu Wanqing had always been puzzled by this question. It was like a window paper that needed to be pierced, but piercing it required a bit of courage. It seemed that Mu Wanqing was ready to pierce it today.

This question had also been bothering me for quite some time. I couldn't understand why I was unwilling to be honest. Perhaps it was because it was hard to explain? After all, I looked like a young man in his late twenties. How could I explain to Mu Wanqing that I had a wife in her sixties, a son in his thirties, and grandchildren—a very prominent family?

Anyone would think it was a ghost, right? Mu Wanqing obviously wanted a lasting happiness. She might not mind being a concubine, but she would definitely mind that happiness wouldn't last.

I was still infatuated with happiness, almost forgetting that Mu Wanqing was still a girl not even twenty years old. In any case, she had a long life ahead of her. Could she spend the rest of her happy years with me? After figuring this out, I suddenly felt extremely nervous, even breaking out in a cold sweat.

Li Qiushui was lucky; after I left, she met a good man. Could Mu Wanqing be so lucky? Was it too cruel to bind her future life with unrequited love? I panicked a little. I pushed Mu Wanqing away, and at the same time, I realized something: girls who suffer misfortune, especially young girls, need comfort. Mu Wanqing had suffered misfortune, and I just happened to be there. Naturally, she wanted to find that feeling in me. That's why she gave herself to me. I don't rule out the possibility that I did a good job, but will she regret it later? Regret might

be inevitable. Because women need to mature to be rational, and Mu Wanqing is clearly not mature yet. This dream always has to end, whether it's me or her.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wanqing was puzzled by my behavior.

I calmed down, found a cigarette, and lit it. "In Lingzhou, there's my family, my wife, and my children."

I decided that at least I had to wake up first. I couldn't continue to be obsessed with physical pleasure, and I couldn't hurt Mu Wanqing's already wounded heart. Perhaps I should have been more tactful. Looking at Mu Wanqing with some concern, I said, "I didn't mean to hide it, it's just that..." The explanation seemed a bit redundant.

To my surprise, Mu Wanqing didn't react with anger; instead, she was overjoyed, her face radiant. She snuggled closer, resting against my chest again. "It's so good that you told me! A man like you won't lack good women who like you. I know you'll definitely have a family. I was really worried you'd lie to me, use sweet words to deceive me, and then my newly found happiness would be ruined."

I was speechless. Mu Wanqing's reaction [the whole text] completely exceeded my expectations. The words of comfort I had prepared were utterly useless.

"I can promise I won't be willful anymore. Do you think they can accept me?"

I took a deep breath, at a loss. Perhaps the best way was to let her see what I considered happiness? Then let her find someone of her own. But what to do now? Both

sweetness and distress were overwhelming. Where the hell am I? It seems to be Taiyuan.

I've been to Taiyuan before, and I always thought it was a rather dirty place. But the Taiyuan I see now is beautiful—clean and prosperous. As a crucial military stronghold in northern China during the Song Dynasty, Taiyuan was a key point in the Yanmen Pass defense system, and you could see many soldiers here. Of course, there were also many merchants coming and going; after all, doing business could bring in substantial profits. So, despite the dangerous standoff between the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty of the Khitan, merchants still traveled between the two places, and they were a major factor in Taiyuan's prosperity. Although it can't compare to the major cities of the south, Taiyuan still exudes the charm of a famous northern city, firstly because its service industry is very sophisticated.

Taiyuan is especially beautiful when it snows. I love snow. Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling are from the south, and their initial excitement was quickly worn down by the unique northern cold wind. They stayed in the inn and refused to come out. This was even better; I could fully enjoy the beautiful scenery and also have a drink by myself to soothe my weary heart.

I strolled through the snow-covered streets, a cigarette dangling from my lips. Snowflakes drifted onto my face, cool and refreshing, a pleasant sensation. The biting wind felt familiar and comforting, though my ears were starting to feel the chill. I looked around, hoping to find a shop to buy a hat, or perhaps a drink—I had plenty of money. But

wishes can't always be fulfilled simultaneously. I didn't find a hat shop, but I stumbled upon a restaurant. Looking up, I saw the three characters "Snow Appreciation Pavilion," beautiful calligraphy. The style seemed to belong to Su Dongpo, the "Big Beard Su," his calligraphy full, unrestrained, and naturally elegant—truly fine writing.

Suddenly, I realized this era was Su Dongpo's era. He was a romantic, carefree, lazy, and gluttonous, yet incredibly intelligent and talented scholar. How delightful it would be to drink with the "Big Beard Su"! I admire Su Dongpo, and by extension, I've come to admire this rather pathetic era as well. However, the chances seemed slim, as Su Dongpo was currently enjoying his success and it wasn't time for him to be drinking and causing trouble after his demotion.

The waiter was very attentive, even lighting a brazier of charcoal near my seat. I thanked him, but I honestly didn't know how much to tip these days. Actually, I don't really like tipping; I think a sincere thank you is better than a hundred or so dollars, but others don't think so, so I always get glares, which makes me even less inclined to tip.

There weren't many customers in the restaurant. At the very center table, two Shanxi merchants dressed like they were at a leather goods fair were having a loud, languid discussion.

In the corner, there was a man covered in dust, his cotton robe revealing patches of cotton, looking quite thin, but he didn't seem to feel cold.

"What do you have to eat?"

"Our brocade duck, crispy chicken... they're famous far and wide." The waiter rattled off a long list of dishes, which I found a bit annoying; I couldn't remember any of them.

"Do you have braised beef or anything like that? And a plate of boiled chicken, and a pot of wine... Hey, stop right there, a whole jar,

please!" The Song Dynasty's clear wine was indeed something else. It was sweet and smooth, with an alcohol content only slightly higher than the cheap stuff. I love drinking, especially strong liquor. Smoothness is key, spiciness is fine too, it has to be potent. If it weren't for the heat, cheap stuff would be out of the question; it tastes like water and makes you bloated. I like the feeling of sweating after drinking; going to the toilet is incredibly boring. My biggest regret about coming to the Song Dynasty is not being able to drink good wine. The clear wine here is so bland; if you drink too much, it just makes you bloated and uncomfortable.

The waiter grinned, involuntarily glancing at the man. The man's gaze was also sweeping over me.

I immediately thought of Qiao Feng. Only Qiao Feng deserved such a gaze, only Qiao Feng deserved such power and vicissitudes. He had something that captivated people at first sight; perhaps I had already been captivated long ago, which is why this feeling is so strong now.

His thick eyebrows and strong facial features revealed his strength, while the tenderness within his piercing phoenix eyes, though exuding a commanding presence, revealed his gentleness. Even in his most destitute moment, he radiated an untouchable pride. He was not ostentatious at all; his gaze was gentle, yet his imposing presence was naturally revealed.

Perhaps my gaze was too focused, for Qiao Feng hesitated slightly. He picked up the large bowl of wine, smiled at me, and downed it in one gulp.

I didn't move, nor did I show much admiration. At least, I didn't admire his drinking capacity. I had admired it when I read the book, but now that I'd come and drunk this era's wine, I no longer admired it. A five-pound jar, less than five broken bottles—what's so admirable about drinking ten broken bottles?

My fighting spirit soared; I decided to first test my skills against this remarkable Qiao Feng. I smiled, a habitual smirk playing on my lips.

Qiao Feng was slightly surprised. "Brother, you seem to have a huge capacity for alcohol. Come and have a drink."

"Alright!" This encounter really got my blood pumping.

I went over and first loosened my belt. Qiao Feng laughed. "Brother, what's this for?"

"To drink." I took his large bowl and gestured for him to pour me some.

"Aren't you afraid I'll poison the wine?"

Qiao Feng didn't pour me any. I then remembered that he was probably being hunted down everywhere, and probably still was.

"Just drink, why would I poison you? You, Qiao Feng, aren't that kind of person."

"Brother, you look unfamiliar. I've traveled all over the martial world, and I don't think I've ever seen you before." "

My name is Liu Shang, and I don't really have a name. You called me brother, so you poured me some wine."

"I admire your courage. Dozens of skilled fighters are watching us, and none of them dare to disturb Qiao Feng's drinking, but you dare. Alright, let's drink [the whole text] and then have a fight. How about it?"

"Alright, let's drink first, then see who falls first."

I watched him pour me wine, my hand steady, stopping at the rim of the bowl. He looked at me, my hand also steady, not spilling a drop. I raised my hand and downed it in one gulp. That's it, not bragging, I've never backed down from drinking.

"Kid, who are you? The heroes of Shanxi, Hebei, and Henan are here to capture and kill the villain Qiao Feng! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way!" A loud voice drifted in from the howling north wind.

Qiao Feng paused for a moment, nodded at me, ignored the people outside, reached for the wine bowl, poured himself a bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

I stood up, cupped my hands in greeting, and said, "These ungrateful bastards are disturbing our drinking. I don't usually like fighting, but firstly, they're annoying, and secondly, you've had enough of fighting and killing along the way. I'll go and get rid of these annoying tagalongs for you."

I was quite confident because I had just activated my magnetic field sense and knew they were a bunch of cowards who actually wanted to make a name for themselves by fighting Qiao Feng. Sigh, letting Qiao Feng fight them would be an insult to the reputation of the number one hero of the Northern Song Dynasty in my mind.

Before Qiao Feng could respond, I grabbed a stool and jumped out of the window...

"How about it? Not bad, brother?"

I returned triumphantly and sat down on the stool.

"Are you a disciple of Xingxiu Sea?" Qiao Feng's expression was a little off; he looked at me coldly.

"If I said I was the disciple of your sworn brother Duan Yu, would you believe me?"

"That's true, you all practice the Xiaoyao Sect's kung fu, but my second brother could never have taught a disciple like you."

"Tell me, how does my kung fu compare to yours?"

"I'm afraid you're no match for me." Qiao Feng's doubt vanished, replaced by the pride of facing a formidable opponent.

"What about ten years from now?"

"Ten years is too long, who knows what will happen?"

"Alright, ten years is too long. Let's have a drinking contest today, and ten years from now, let's meet at a good place for a proper martial arts competition, how about it?"

"Then let's set it at..." The spirited Qiao Feng suddenly fell silent, his expression weary. "Let's drink first, who knows if I'll still be alive ten years from now."

"Afraid I'll beat you then?"

"That's not necessarily true. Okay, let's set it for ten years from now, meet again at the summit of Mount Hua."

"Don't say that, it's a martial arts competition. We can meet anytime, but you're not allowed to lay a hand on me, okay?" Qiao Feng didn't understand.

I laughed, "I'm worried you'll lose the drinking contest later and get angry and try to attack me. I

'm no match for you now, it'd be so boring."

Qiao Feng laughed too, his smile spreading across his face. He was actually a very handsome man; perhaps it was his charisma that made him so.

"You have to keep your ten-year promise."

"Of course, when has Qiao Feng ever gone back on his word?"

My heart ached. I knew he hadn't kept his promise for ten years, but I still held onto a sliver of hope; he shouldn't be the type to break his word.

"Let's drink."

...

Qiao Feng talked only of happy things, from his childhood apprenticeship to his later chivalrous adventures, befriending only the most valiant heroes and slaying the most heinous villains, until he and Duan Yu became sworn brothers over a cup of wine. Two jars of wine were gone before we knew it, so we went back for more, and chatted some more.

"Brother Liu Shang, you know, I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"You've had too much to drink."

"No, I'm perfectly sober. How about we become sworn brothers?"

"No way."

"I thought you were a trustworthy man."

"You've called me brother several times already, so we're brothers. What kind of brothers become sworn brothers? You've had too much to drink. Wait a minute, I need to take a leak."

"Let's pee together,"

"Brother, I'm leaving Yanmen Pass." Qiao Feng and I stood side-by-side at the pavilion outside Taiyuan City. He was over 1.9 meters tall, much taller than me, which made me feel quite uncomfortable. So I tried to stand on tiptoe, eventually reaching the steps. Almost there, even a little taller, I felt quite pleased with myself. But then I saw Qiao Feng's smile, and I felt a little deflated. Yes, height is innate, but ambition is the true measure of success, isn't it? But I didn't come down; I was still a bit vain.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling beside me couldn't help but focus their attention on Qiao Feng. I wasn't jealous at all; he was clearly superior to me, even a blind man could see that. Isn't it ridiculous to be jealous of someone better than yourself? Finding a way to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him, or even surpass him, that would be truly satisfying, wouldn't it? It seems I'll never surpass him. I wonder if he'll give me that chance?

The taste of parting was bittersweet; my nose kept stinging. "Brother, you go to Yanmen Pass, I'm heading west home. You carry hatred on your shoulders, but I hope you won't forget our promise to meet again at Mount Hua in ten years, and don't let hatred blind you. I can't advise you anymore; sometimes finding happiness is far more joyful than finding an enemy. I'll wait for you; when that time comes, I will defeat you."

Qiao Feng smiled, patted my shoulder, and said, "Then you won't have to stand on those steps anymore."

He strode off through the snow without looking back. I stood there in the pavilion, feeling that it was truly worthwhile to be friends with such a man.

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