Sisters-in-law's Night: Liu Lang Steals His Sisters-in-Law (Continued 1-12)

The Sisters-in-Law's Nights

(15,000 words

) (Part 1)

Countless nights in my life have felt particularly mysterious because I lived in the same courtyard as my sisters-in-law.

The sounds at night were intermittent, chaotic, and hazy, evoking many associations. For example, hearing the splashing of water from the south courtyard would conjure up images of Fifth Sister-in-Law's long, white, curved legs or her wet hair. For instance, if it was late at night and I heard Eldest Sister-in-Law's murmurs behind the high walls, I would wonder if she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

For me, the Tianbo Mansion under the night sky was like a deep, dark trap, or a chaotic maze, causing me to lose my way time and time again.

Usually, before going to sleep, I would say to the Princess, "I'm going out for a walk."

And the Princess would say, "Don't forget to come back."

This was highly likely; the Yang Mansion was so large that even if I didn't forget to return to my room, I might still get lost.

However, getting lost was just an excuse I gave the princess. The real reason was: sometimes, I didn't want to share a bed with her.

Even the most beautiful woman can become tiresome, don't you think?

Actually, if I wanted, every corner of the courtyard was open and unobstructed to me. I don't mean to imply I had affairs with every sister-in-law, but rather that the high walls couldn't stop my exceptional lightness skills. If I were truly lost, I could simply leap over the wall and see a red and yellow lantern hanging under the eaves—that meant the princess was endlessly summoning me, and returning home would become a simple display of my lightness skills.

This wasn't entirely without danger, though, because the secret of this sign had long been deciphered. I'd learned my lesson twice. Once, the same lantern was displayed in the fifth sister-in-law's courtyard, so I unsurprisingly entered the wrong room. Another time, while flying over the third sister-in-law's courtyard, I was shot down by a hidden weapon and had to spend the night injured in her room.
The night is full of scheming, that's my experience, and I enjoy it nonetheless, which is why I have a habit of going for a walk before bed.

Of course, not every night brings a serendipitous encounter. At this time, I will promptly return to the room and say to the princess, "Baby, I need you!"

And the princess will lazily stretch out a jade-like leg from under the covers, shaking it back and forth: "How annoying, I'm already asleep!"

This little vixen is never satisfied; no matter how late you return, she will tease you, keeping you awake. Therefore, every time I return to the room, I will voluntarily complete this task so that I can get a peaceful night's sleep.

(II)

I remember when I married the princess, on our wedding night, I was riding my horse with my spear in hand, about to feel triumphant, when I suddenly noticed that the princess's expression was somewhat strange, not shy but rather frightened.

No wonder, what woman wouldn't be afraid of my rolling pin-like thing? I didn't think much of it at the time and thrust it in, but then I realized something was wrong. The princess's little pussy was loose and beautiful, not like a virgin who had never been touched. Upon pulling out the penis, I saw that the princess's genitals weren't bleeding at all; instead, they were wet and sticky.

I was immediately furious: "You're not a virgin, you son of a bitch?"

The princess pleaded repeatedly: "Please, let's talk about it after we're done!"

I naturally refused, cursing: "Damn Zhao Defang! He called himself my buddy, dumping this worthless adopted sister on me, while he becomes the king and I become the king!"

The princess, with tears in her eyes, said: "Don't make a fuss. As long as you don't divorce me, I'll do whatever you want!"

Looking at her tearful, charming appearance, I was genuinely reluctant to part with her, and hesitated for a moment: "Is this really true?" Although I had eaten a stale dish, if it could bring me a lifetime of freedom, it would still be a worthwhile deal.
The princess said, "As a princess, I always keep my word!"

I didn't believe her: "What's a princess? Your sworn brother is the Eighth Prince, who said he'd marry me a beauty, but in the end, he sent you, a worthless piece of trash!"

The princess was furious: "Am I not beautiful enough?"

I stammered, "You can't say that."

Seeing my infatuation, the princess took the opportunity to subtly lift her white legs, moving them around. With such beauty before me, I could only think of having sex with her for pleasure. Afterwards, I shed tears of regret.

The princess said, "The deed is done, what are you still unwilling about?"

I said, "It's not that I'm unwilling, I'm just a little heartbroken."

To comfort my broken heart, the princess arranged for two personal maids to serve me the next day. After selecting two maids, I discovered neither was a virgin. Disheartened, I lost all feeling of resentment and anger, and sighed, "In the Great Song Dynasty, finding a virgin is truly difficult!"

For some reason, these words reached my third sister-in-law's ears. The next day, she stopped me: "Sixth Brother! How dare you look down on women of the Great Song!"

I was somewhat bewildered: "No!"

My third sister-in-law hesitated: "Back then… when I married your third brother, I was a virgin!"

I scratched my head and said, "My third brother never mentioned it to me!"

Oh dear, I forgot that my third sister-in-law came from a family of hidden weapons. When I was covered in hidden weapons, I firmly said, "Third sister-in-law, I confess, you were indeed a virgin back then!"

"How did you know?!"

Another wave of hidden weapons came!

I felt the world darken, life become unbearably difficult, and there seemed to be no way out.

(III)

Years later, my third sister-in-law had lost her fiery temper. She was now more reserved and gentle, her words carrying a heavy weight.
I pointed to the sky and then to the ground, hurrying on. Our Yang family still had its rules; in broad daylight, how could an uncle and sister-in-law speak so much? The maids and servants were watching, and occasionally even outsiders; it would damage our reputation. My
third sister-in-law understood, leaning slightly forward with a smile, and gently knocked three times on the door with the hand that had once thrown the hidden weapon, signifying that I should come to find her at midnight.

I chuckled lewdly and nodded repeatedly, walking until my legs felt weak.

Of all my sisters-in-law, my relationship with my third sister-in-law was the earliest, beginning even before my third brother's marriage.
It was a sunny day during the Chunhua era of the Song Dynasty. Bored, my third brother and I stood on the street looking for beautiful women, but to no avail. We concluded that the beauties were either in the palace or brothels, and any one or two we missed were probably hidden at home, waiting to grow up.

Frustrated, we headed home. As we passed a courtyard, something hit me on the head. I picked it up and exclaimed, "Heavens! Third brother, look! Money is falling from the sky!"

My third brother leaned closer and said, "That's right, Song Dynasty coins!"

We both shouted to the sky, "Fall! Fall! I want money to fall like flowers!"
Sure enough, hundreds of copper coins rained down on us. My third brother yelled, "It's a hidden weapon!" His sleeves instantly billowed without wind, displaying our Yang family's secret technique, "Sleeve Universe," filling them with heavy silver coins. I was bruised and battered, and collapsed to the ground. In my dazed state, I heard a sweet laugh coming from inside the courtyard: "Young man, you're so cute!"

The next day, someone came to propose marriage. My mother, already burdened by many sons and worried about finding a wife, readily agreed to such a good match. Less than a month later, my third sister-in-law married into our household.

Later, she told me that she actually had her eye on me, a scoundrel and useless fellow, while her father mistakenly believed she had chosen my third brother, a man of exceptional martial arts skills and dashing manners. Besides, I was still a young boy at the time, with rosy cheeks and an extremely cute appearance; probably no woman would be attracted to me. The direct consequence of her father's arbitrary decision was that my third sister-in-law entered my third brother's bridal chamber, spread her legs, and was unjustly raped by him for nine years.

Of course, this is just my sister-in-law's version. Many years have passed, and the truth has long since sunk into the river of time, impossible to find. Perhaps she fabricated such a lie to seduce me?

My past is a blur… Whenever I look back, I sigh. If my third sister-in-law's words were true, then I would have had the chance to marry a virgin. That fortune teller would have had to pay me ten taels of silver, and my eldest sister-in-law would still be my eldest sister-in-law, not my lover.

This story begins shortly after my marriage. Ever since marrying the princess, I've been filled with resentment and bitterness. Sometimes, walking under trees, I feel the green leaves falling on my head, oily and impossible to wipe away. Seeing others eating turtle for nourishment makes me feel heartbroken and unable to sleep all night. When people are vulnerable, they believe in fate. One day, feeling lost and dejected, I went to a street corner and called over a fortune teller to have my birth chart analyzed.

The fortune teller said, "You are not destined to be a virgin." Then he closed his eyes and became a hermit.

I said, "Heavens, you're so accurate!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

The fortune teller, being arrogant, insisted, "If I'm wrong, I'll pay you ten taels of silver!"

Damn it! Even if it weren't for the ten taels of silver, I had to prove myself!

A few days later, the opportunity came. My sister-in-law's family sent over a seven-year-old niece, and we hit it off immediately. Hmph, a seven-year-old girl, surely she's a virgin? I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then tricked her into a large storeroom, stripped her naked, and said we were going to play a game.

Just as I was excitedly feeling her crotch, my sister-in-law burst in, yelling, "Sixth Brother! What are you doing?"

I said, "Sister-in-law... I didn't do anything, I... I was putting her to a nap!"

My sister-in-law said, "Putting her to sleep, why are you completely naked?!"

I hurriedly covered my crotch, looking around, "Was it? Was it? Huh, where are my clothes?"

My sister-in-law grabbed my clothes, carried the girl out of the room, and said, "You stay here and don't move! I'll come back and deal with you later!" With that, she gave me a fierce look, locked the door, and left.

I was immediately terrified. Even if I could escape, I wouldn't have the guts.
Because… within the Tianbo Mansion, if there was anyone I feared, it was my sister-in-law.

(IV)

My sister-in-law was the daughter of Old Man Gao Huaide. Their Gao family had always produced tall, large-breasted, and powerful women, and my sister-in-law was an even more unrestrained and fearless heroine. I remember a few years ago, when my eldest brother was newly married and no one was watching, we brothers got into a brawl in the courtyard. My sister-in-law, who had just married into the family, was grabbing my brother's chest, trying to get him to perform nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Unexpectedly, our commotion outside caused my brother to fall to the ground, unable to get up. Enraged, my sister-in-law kicked my brother over, flung open the door, and shouted at us, "You all, come here!"

Because my sister-in-law was completely naked, all seven of us brothers were instantly stunned and obediently gathered around—whether it was to get a better look or not is unknown.

Under my sister-in-law's orders, all seven of us brothers bent over, exposing our bare buttocks, and were each given a good beating by her with a fire poker. She said this was the Gao family's family law.

Because the Gao family's rules were so tyrannical, whenever we brothers saw my sister-in-law, some would feel the urge to urinate, some would have weak legs, and so on. As for me, I couldn't get an erection

. When my sister-in-law locked me in the storeroom, my penis completely failed to get hard, going limp and limp, almost shrinking back inside. Just as I was worried this would continue, my sister-in-law pushed open the door and came in.

Changing her usual demeanor, she said earnestly, "Sixth Brother, you've just married the princess, your future is bright, what more could you want? Why do such a heinous thing?"

Mentioning the princess only made things worse; I felt endless grievances and couldn't help but burst into tears.

My sister-in-law said, "Don't cry, be good, don't cry!" and lifted one side of her clothes to wipe my tears.

It was the height of summer, and my sister-in-law's clothes were quite thin. As uninhibited as she was, and never wearing a bra, when her bodice was lifted, a large, trembling breast was immediately revealed, bouncing into my view.

While pretending to squeeze out tears, I secretly compared my sister-in-law's breasts to those of the princess. At first, I felt my brother was quite fortunate to have such breasts; at the next comparison, my yang energy surged, and for the first time ever, I became erect in front of my sister-in-law.

Because my gaze was too intense, my sister-in-law noticed.

She kicked me over: "You little rascal! You even dare to take advantage of your sister-in-law!"

My sister-in-law revealed her true, fierce nature, and I quickly scrambled to escape. She shoved me over the shoulder, and I was back on my back. She shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" and sat me down.

This sitting down had a strange "hiss," like the sound of clothes being torn, or something being pierced.

My sister-in-law and I locked eyes.

My sister-in-law said in a terrified voice, "It seems so..."

I said tremblingly, "It really is..."

"Waaah...!" My sister-in-law burst into tears, "My Gao family is full of loyal and virtuous men, I never thought you would ruin my chastity!"

Losing control, my sister-in-law cried and grabbed my hair, pulling and hitting it.

≥ Research shows that if I were sitting, leaning forward, and using my arms, my waist and hips would definitely sway.
At that moment, I was being hit by my sister-in-law's indiscriminate beating, which was both painful and pleasurable. The strange and wonderful feeling I experienced was something I never felt again in my life.

Now, my sister-in-law's beating became weaker and weaker. After a while, she was probably tired. Her face was red and her hair was disheveled. She sat there for a while, wiping away her tears, and got up and left.

I cried out in horror, "Sister-in-law! Please don't, sister-in-law... I'm not done yet!"

My sister-in-law turned around and kicked me hard, "You deserve to be killed, what can I do about it?!"

I braced myself with my arms behind my back, sticking something out, and looked completely innocent, "Sister-in-law, take a good look, you're going to kill someone like this!" My sister-in-law

couldn't help but glance at me, and after glancing at me, she kicked me again, "What do I care!"

Her voice was low, but the kick was soft.

Seeing that I had a chance, I quickly grabbed

the hem of my sister-in-law's skirt and begged her. My sister-in-law was actually all bark and no bite; she had the appearance of a demon on the outside, but the heart of a bodhisattva on the inside. When she was aroused, she looked really clumsy, turning her body from side to side, like a timid gorilla, her large breasts heaving spectacularly.

Taking advantage of my sister-in-law's momentary lapse in concentration, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and groped my way under it. Her thighs weren't the thick, muscular ones I'd imagined; instead, they were plump and fleshy. My palms and the backs of my hands were covered in warm, soft flesh. Between her legs, there was a narrow crevice that tightened as I went up, almost to the point where my fingers couldn't squeeze in. I touched a lot of very long pubic hair, which was undoubtedly longer than my brother's beard. It had a flowing, seaweed-like quality, the kind of hair you could even curl around your fingertips when you were indulging in your passion.

As I slipped my hand under my sister-in-law's skirt, her eyes gleamed with a strange light, as if she had drunk three cups of wine. Her expression was one of gazing into the distance, a look of melancholy and longing. Her lips moved as if

she were muttering incessantly; the few words I caught were: "...Fuck my mother...may I be struck by lightning..." While I was groping under her skirt, I felt a mixture of adventurous excitement and confusion, my mind a complete blur. I forgot what I had initially intended to do, only that my reckless actions had resulted in sticky, wet hands, a sure sign of trouble.

At that moment, my sister-in-law inexplicably slapped me.

After the slap, I finally realized what I wanted to do. My energy surged, and I... (The text abruptly shifts to a description of a rolling pin, seemingly unrelated to the previous sentence).
The position was perfect, and my rolling pin plunged headlong into my sister-in-law's body. At that moment, I realized my sister-in-law's vitality far surpassed that of the princess. Riding her was like riding a wild horse—exhausting, yet incredibly exhilarating. My sister-in-law, panting,

shook her head and cried, "Sixth Brother! Sixth Brother!"

And I, full of excitement, looked up and shouted, "Sister-in-law! Ah! Sister-in-law!"

While my sister-in-law was the wild horse galloping beneath me, Empress Xiao of the Liao Kingdom was playing in a large waterhole dug on the grassland, enjoying the summer heat. Empress Xiao and I, one enjoying the company of her sister-in-law in the Song Dynasty, the other indulging in debauchery in the Liao Kingdom, were living peacefully and happily. But a few months later, Empress Xiao suddenly became aroused and led tens of thousands of troops to conquer the Song Dynasty. My father and I, the Yang family, had no choice but to go to war. In the Battle of Jinshatan, only I survived.

The swift changes of fate are truly astonishing. Before I could even recover, the Tianbo Mansion was filled with widows. My sisters-in-law, dressed in mourning, were all beautiful, each more so than the last. My fourth sister-in-law, Luo, was particularly pitiful, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart.

It must be stated that I am not a heartless person, easily aroused by the beauty of a sister-in-law. How could I be such a person?

The reason I harbored some improper thoughts about my fourth sister-in-law stems from a secret pact, or rather, a shared, hidden wish, among my brothers and me from childhood. This wish arose after hearing a story about five brothers sharing a wife. The details are best left unsaid, but you'll understand once you hear my eldest brother's dying words.

Before he died, he told me, "Sixth Brother, you must take good care of your sister-in-law!" As he spoke, he blinked one last time.

Actually, he didn't need to blink; I fully understood that "take care of" meant not only "look after" but also "patronize." This was my eldest brother's final wish, and a testament to the deep bond and romantic feelings among us brothers.

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...

The gist of this sentence is: I want to do it, but you don't dare. I dare to do it, but you won't let me. I want to do it anyway, but I can't. Who do you want me to do it with? You've made everyone dry up like this, like a dried-up corpse! Anyway

, for no reason at all, during the 49-day ritual to deliver the souls of the dead at Tianbo Mansion, I fell deeply in love with Fourth Sister-in-law. Fourth Sister-in-law Luo is a famous chaste woman, who never smiles and is known as "Little Guanyin." This Guanyin is fair-skinned, with a beautiful face and small mouth, extremely delicious, making people unable to sleep when they see her. Back then, many people suffered from insomnia because of Fourth Sister-in-law, including the Eighth Prince, Huyan Shouxin, Gao Qiong, Di Qing, and a whole bunch of others. If it weren't for the arranged marriage, my fourth brother would never have been able to marry her.

I know it was wrong of me to fall for my fourth sister-in-law, at least the timing was wrong. She was tearfully remembering my fourth brother, needing to enter a state of mournful grief, and I kept staring at her skirt and buttocks, preventing her from concentrating on her sorrow. So, while wiping her tears with a handkerchief, she gave me a warning look, a look so beautiful that I instantly fell into an abyss, afraid to look up.

By "afraid to look up," I mean I couldn't even lift my lower body. During the princess's routine nighttime inspection, it showed no reaction whatsoever to her. I think this was partly due to aesthetic fatigue, but also because it missed someone else.
The princess, without investigating the details, forcefully manipulated it, saying, "Sixth Brother, stand up!"

I immediately stood up. But the princess pressed me down again, saying, "What are you doing?! Don't move!"

So I dared not move.

After a long while, seeing that her hands weren't working, the princess began to use her mouth. Later, her mouth also tired, and the princess, panting, said, "What's wrong with you today? Are you tired from standing at the ritual site?"

Mentioning the ritual site, my heart skipped a beat.

The princess continued, "We've been standing for half a day. I see everyone is tired, especially Fourth Sister-in-law, who is very weak. I saw her face turn pale."

Speaking of Fourth Sister-in-law, my head immediately perked up.

The princess was overjoyed: "Alright, alright! Come here!"

Thanks to my fourth sister-in-law, I received a good scolding and then turned over and fell asleep.

I, having just finished my business, pondered with a heavy heart, "Could this be considered unrequited love?"

Unrequited love is a chronic illness with persistent attacks and no cure. It often causes me to weep in the wind, feel melancholic at the sight of familiar scenery, and become lost and inexplicably listless. It was from this time that I developed the habit of pacing in circles around the Tianbo Mansion every night.

While I was pacing endlessly in the Tianbo Mansion, many people came to plot my fourth sister-in-law's remarriage. All of them were chased away by my old mother, the Dowager Granny She, with a "divine dragon staff."

I was thinking to myself, "Good job! Well done! Those lecherous devils are squeaking with delight!" Unexpectedly, at this moment, another... Then came the Eighth Prince, who, under the guise of pitying the lonely and suffering, and with the noble cause of remarrying in her youth, kept bewitching the old lady.
My mother, unable to strike him with her "divine dragon staff," said, "That's easy! Whoever wants to marry Luo must first marry me!" Upon hearing this, the Eighth Prince immediately fainted and was carried back to the mansion.

A few days later, after recovering, the Eighth Prince summoned me and said, "You must persuade your mother! She's over seventy, highly respected, and says she wants to remarry. Who would dare to harm her like that? Wouldn't that be putting her in a difficult position?"
I said, "Then there's nothing we can do. She and Fourth Sister-in-law have a deep bond; mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are always together. She'll either marry or she won't; there's no room for discussion!"

The Eighth Prince angrily said, "Are you really going to force me to marry your mother?"

I exclaimed in horror, "You really dare to marry my mother?!"

Both the Eighth Prince and I were very nervous about my mother's marriage, shouting repeatedly, which was completely unnecessary. Later I learned that my mother's will to remain chaste was unparalleled. The moment she heard of my father's death in battle, she began practicing the art of "closing her genitals," meaning she would refuse any visitors for the long years to come. Neither the Eighth Prince nor any other man could possibly approach my mother's door and defile her chastity.

At the time, neither the Eighth Prince nor I knew this. I feared that the Eighth Prince would marry my mother in a fit of anger, while the Eighth Prince worried that my mother, old and yearning for marriage, would take advantage of my fourth sister-in-law and cling to his good looks. Therefore, both of us were trembling with fear, our loud arguments masking our guilty consciences.

In the end, it was the Eighth Prince who backed down first. He glared at me and waved his hand dejectedly, "You son of a bitch, I know what you're up to! I gave you my beautiful sister back then, all for nothing, and you have no loyalty at all!"

Mentioning the princess, I was instantly filled with rage and was about to tear off the mask of politeness and expose the past.

Seeing that my expression was off, the Eighth Prince quickly pressed down on my shoulders and smiled apologetically, "Alright, my good brother, let's not talk about the past!
Your fourth sister-in-law is still obediently in your mansion, letting you see her morning and night, is that alright?"
I thought to myself, "Your word 'see' is not good. If you replaced it with 'do,' 'do it morning and night,' that would be divine!" My mind wandered for a moment.

When the Eighth Prince's threats failed, he began to feign weakness, repeatedly covering his forehead with his hand, shaking his head and sighing, muttering profound phrases like "Flowers do not grow where they should, and dragons die of thirst in shallow waters," while glancing at me, hoping I would understand.
I quickly asked him a few questions about flower cultivation, then excused myself to use the restroom and left.

Although Fourth Sister-in-law was spared, my unrequited love syndrome showed no signs of abating. At first, when the Princess dragged me to bed, I could occasionally manage to keep up, going at it for a hundred rounds or so. After a few more days, I lost my appetite and became listless and averse to anything. No matter how naked the Princess stripped or how provocative she was, I remained completely oblivious, treating it all as ordinary. Then the

Princess brought in a group of people to pound aphrodisiacs in the courtyard. The sound of the pounding sticks flying through the air filled the courtyard, sending chills down my spine. I seized an opportunity to escape the mansion, sometimes hiding in taverns, sometimes slumped in the lap of a small shopkeeper's wife, not daring to return home for days.

The master had been suffering from an intense itching in his groin for days, making him restless. Enraged, he issued a reward and summoned all the servants and old women in the mansion. They secretly plotted an operation codenamed "Wolf Hunt," with the slogan "Catch Sixth Brother, and everyone gets a share."

(VI)

Unfortunately, I was found by this group of energetic, masked servants. The old women were no match for me, but unexpectedly, a hidden expert among them quickly subdued me. According to their private agreement, this expert would win the prize.

As she carried me under her arm towards the pleasure chamber, my mind raced, and I suddenly remembered someone. I called out, "Pai Feng! Is that you? Good girl, put me down!"

The masked woman paused, her arm loosening, and I tumbled to the ground, hurting badly, but she smiled broadly. "I recognized you, didn't I? You little rascal, what are you doing here instead of boiling water in the kitchen?" The masked woman

didn't speak, but took two small steps back.

I laughed, "Don't be afraid! Ha, you're not even fully grown yet, and you already know about pleasure in your crotch?"

The masked woman's eyes were bright, but she remained silent.

I felt a surge of desire, thinking: This Pai Feng is always disheveled and quiet; maybe no one's interested in her. If she's still a virgin, wouldn't I be struck gold? I laughed immediately: "If you're shy, you still dare to catch me? Ha, come on, let me see what you look like!"

The masked woman panicked when she heard that I wanted to look at her genitals. She tried to push me away with both hands, but her movements were messy and difficult. I couldn't get close to her skirt at all, which made me angry and embarrassed. I reached out to pull off her mask. The masked woman hurriedly covered her face with her hands. She was so focused on her upper body that she couldn't take care of her lower body. I ripped off her skirt, revealing her white genitals. Her mound was smooth and hairless. I couldn't help but shout with joy: "I've struck gold! I've struck gold!"

I immediately held her down and used my bouncy penis to pierce her crotch. As soon as it entered, I was so excited that I almost jumped up: "Baby, baby!"

The masked woman let out a half-ah, her eyes blinked in surprise, and she tried to push me away with her trembling arms. When she couldn't move me, she turned her face to one side, pretending to be ashamed and forced to enjoy the experience. I thrust a few times with gusto, like a galloping horse, completely at my own pace, just as I was about to unleash my full power, when suddenly I awoke: "Oh no, this girl isn't a virgin!" In that instant, I felt a sense of impending doom, my body becoming incredibly heavy.

Seeing me dancing so enthusiastically but suddenly slowing down, the masked woman seemed unable to contain herself, repeatedly thrusting her hips closer.
These frequent thrusts, however, made me realize something was amiss. In all the world, no one possesses such exceptional lightness skill as my second sister-in-law's wife, Lian Shi; her lightness skill relies on waist strength. Could it be…?

My heart pounded with fear, and I tried calling out, "Second sister-in-law!"

The masked woman froze instantly.

I called again, "Second sister-in-law, is that you?"

The masked woman then threw me to the ground, opened the window, and fled.

Still wondering what was going on, the old women outside, hearing the noise, all rushed into the house. Seeing my erect penis, they found it easy; one by one, they lifted their skirts and took turns sitting on me until I was barely breathing, before carrying me back to the mansion.
The mistress, seeing this, couldn't help but feel sorry for me: "After all, it's not your own, how can you be so careless!" She touched my penis with her slender hand and asked, "Are you hurt?"

I bent half a finger and let out a half-uttered "Ah..." before losing the strength to speak.

The master pinched my penis and asked, "Are you hurt?"

I cried out, "Ah...ah...no...!"

The master shook my penis again: "Are you not hurt?"

I held my breath and cried out, "No...don't touch there...it hurts!"

The master quickly withdrew his hand and said happily, "Fortunately, the medicine has been made. Just apply some and it will be fine!"

I thought the princess had brought medicine for my injuries, but it turned out to be an aphrodisiac. As a result, my penis endured the pain and remained hard for nine days and nine nights. My glans swelled up like an erupting mushroom head. I had something stuck in my penis while eating, sleeping, defecating, and farting. It looked even stranger than a pregnant woman. In the following days, I had a series of strange dreams. I dreamed that our "Yang Family Spear" suddenly grew dozens of times larger and became invincible.

(VII)

During my recovery, my second sister-in-law suddenly ran away from home for some unknown reason. Some people said that she had eloped with someone, while others said that she had gone to a brothel to apply for a job. There were all sorts of rumors and gossip.

I was filled with resentment: "I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have spoken out then, embarrassing my second sister-in-law. I fear I'll never see her again. A beautiful, fertile place, given away so easily." So I composed a little song to commemorate it:

"Thinking back to my second sister-in-law back then, her face beaming with joy as a newlywed, her waist slender, her breasts delicate and charming, she would often embrace me in her spare time.
I only regret that I was too young then, completely unaware of her feelings, and my second sister-in-law coldly kept her heart hidden.

Second sister-in-law, I wasted your affection! I, Liu Lang, acted rashly and did too much! Now she's gone, my desires are gone, and a good thing has been completely ruined!"

After finishing this piece, I planned to abandon my second sister-in-law and wholeheartedly pursue my fourth sister-in-law, Luo. Unexpectedly, one day, my second sister-in-law suddenly returned, not only bald and dressed in a nun's robe, but also accompanied by a half-nun. It turned out that my second sister-in-law had cut off her hair and wanted to set up a Buddhist shrine at home to chant scriptures.

The old lady said, "Good, good! Second sister-in-law has ambition!" So she allocated silver and a room for my second sister-in-law to use as a nunnery.

My heart was filled with longing. One day, the princess took a midday bath and invited me to watch her bath and serve her
water. After she finished bathing, she stood up from the tub. I saw a lotus-like body, radiant white, except for the dark, lustrous hair between her legs. I praised, "Princess, you have such a neat tuft of hair." The princess

shyly brushed aside her pubic hair: "I'd like to shave it off."

I asked in surprise, "Why?"

The princess said shyly, "Like my second sister-in-law, bald and tightly tufted, it looks plump and tender, which is better."

Upon hearing this, my lust was aroused. Right there in the tub, I flipped the princess over, shoving her in the hot water until she was limp and panting, leaning against the edge of the tub.

This time, my desire for the White Tiger was uncontrollable. That night, after drinking some wine, I said to the princess, "I'm going out for a walk." The princess, with

her alluring eyes, said as usual, "Don't forget to come back."

I nodded in agreement, but ended up getting lost again, unknowingly arriving at my second sister-in-law's nunnery.

My second sister-in-law, with her bald head under the lamplight, saw me, lowered her brows, closed her eyes, and
continued chanting Buddhist prayers, completely ignoring me. In my mind's eye, a plump, gleaming White Tiger materialized. Emboldened by the wine, I said, "Second sister-in-law, it's me! Sixth Brother has come to see you!"

My second sister-in-law said, "Our fate is over." Meaning, her little White Tiger had no intention of meeting my rolling pin again.

I said, "Second sister-in-law, that day I..."

My second sister-in-law blushed: "Don't say it!"

I said, "Second sister-in-law, do you still remember back then..."

My second sister-in-law whispered, "Don't say it either." She

wouldn't let me say this, she wouldn't let me say that. I became angry, and without caring about anything else, I went behind her and reached out to grab the robe she was wearing underneath.

My second sister-in-law pressed her black robe tightly against her seated posture and began chanting Buddhist prayers loudly, seemingly intending to use the sound of the Buddha's name to drive away evil spirits.

After a while, I caught a glimpse of white flesh, and my mouth went dry. I said in a trembling voice, "White Tiger... Second sister-in-law, let me see your White Tiger."

Seeing that chanting the Buddha's name was not working, my second sister-in-law began to struggle, saying in shame and anger, "Sixth Brother, how dare you be so rude... I... I have already pledged myself to the Buddha..."

I was furious: "You pledged yourself to that old man, but not to me?"

I pulled hard, and my second sister-in-law screamed, her entire white buttocks falling to the ground. I held her tightly from behind, saying, "Second sister-in-law, since the lotus seat has crumbled, what is the point of touching the flower?"

My second sister-in-law sighed deeply, her body going limp in my arms.

My sister-in-law and I, in a passionate embrace before the Buddha statue, for what felt like the time it takes for incense to burn, truly entered a blissful state, like a dream, a bubble, a dew, a lightning bolt, without worry or fear, without resentment or regret, only the joy of fish and water, the busyness of bees and butterflies. Later, I pressed down on my second sister-in-law's buttocks and gave her a final round of the Yang family
's "rope-wielding" technique, which led to the appearance of my fifth sister-in-law. It turned out that my second sister-in-law's cries of pleasure were too loud, attracting the attention of my fifth

sister-in-law from the neighboring courtyard. My fifth sister-in-law peeked out from the doorway and exclaimed, "Oh! My Goddess Guanyin!" and then ran away in embarrassment.

My second sister-in-law, both ashamed and anxious, cried out, "Fifth sister, listen to me!"

My fifth sister-in-law covered her face and walked away, saying, "I won't listen, I won't listen!" But her steps were hesitant, and she secretly peeked at my second sister-in-law and me through the gaps in her hands.

Second Sister-in-law had already freed herself from between my legs and rushed over, grabbing Fifth Sister-in-law: "Fifth Sister, you must save me."

Fifth Sister-in-law innocently said, "How can I save you? Did Sixth Brother force you? His martial arts, humph..."

Before Fifth Sister-in-law could finish speaking, Second Sister-in-law had already acupunctured her pressure points. Second Sister-in-law looked apologetic and forced a smile, saying, "Fifth Sister, to save me, I need to borrow your body."

Second Sister-in-law placed Fifth Sister-in-law on the table and scolded me, "Sixth Brother, what are you still standing there for?!"

I understood what was going on and approached tremblingly: "This...this...I dare not offend Fifth Sister-in-law."
Fifth Sister-in-law lay on the table, closing her eyes in embarrassment.

Second Sister-in-law shoved me,

saying, "You wouldn't dare offend Fifth Sister-in-law... yet you dare to offend me!" I stumbled to Fifth Sister-in-law's feet and said, "Fifth...Fifth Sister-in-law, I'm sorry!"

Fifth Sister-in-law was greatly embarrassed and closed her eyes even tighter, saying, "You...you don't come any closer."

I said, "I...I...your legs are so white!"

It turned out that Second Sister-in-law had just lifted up Fifth Sister-in-law's inner and outer skirts. In the Song Dynasty, women had no coverings underneath, and Fifth Sister-in-law's quiet and shy little vulva was instantly exposed to the world.

Fifth Sister-in-law squeezed her legs together, and her little vulva became a lovely thin slit, delicate and downy.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed a rolling pin and knelt down close, saying, "Fifth Sister-in-law, I..." The warm rolling pin landed on Fifth Sister-in-law's little vulva.

Fifth Sister-in-law cried out in shock, "No...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts!"

I felt it was unusually tight inside, so I pulled it out. Second Sister-in-law and I were both surprised. Second Sister-in-law leaned close to Fifth Sister-in-law's face and asked, "What happened?"

Fifth Sister-in-law's eyes were glistening with tears. "Fifth Brother...he is devoted to Buddhism and didn't...I, I still..."
Second Sister-in-law and I looked at each other. We never expected that Fifth Brother had kept it a secret from everyone. Fifth Sister-in-law was still a virgin! I was both surprised and delighted, filled with emotion. Suddenly, I remembered something—I had made ten taels of silver out of thin air!

Heavens, thank you, Fifth Brother! Thank you, Fifth Sister-in-law...and thank you, Second Sister-in-law! Thank you everyone! This autumn is wonderful.
(VIII)

Now, after I got together with Second Sister-in-law and Fifth Sister-in-law, I was enjoying the new experience and inevitably indulged in debauchery every night, with insatiable lust. After indulging in such pleasures for more than half a month, I suddenly felt tired. One time, I thrust a few times as if it were a routine, and then collapsed on Fifth Sister-in-law and started snoring. Fifth Sister-in-law considered it a great disgrace and kicked me away, refusing to see anyone from then on. Second Sister-in-law, too, resented that I wasn't as diligent as before. She cleansed her vulva and planned to recite Buddhist scriptures again to verify karma.

Coincidentally, the Princess developed sores in her genitals, and I enjoyed a period of sound sleep every night. In the blink of an eye, winter passed and spring arrived, a beautiful time of blooming flowers. I rode horses with the Eighth Prince in the spring, when he suddenly brought up an old topic: "Hey, half a year has passed. Has your Fourth Sister-in-law recently shown any signs of wanting to remarry? If you're willing to help me, you can choose any of the concubines in the palace."
I was taken aback. I hadn't expected that the Eighth Prince, who seemed so amiable, had already extended his evil claws into the Forbidden City. My mind couldn't help but conjure up images of the Emperor's several beautiful concubines, their alluring and languid charms. With the spring breeze caressing my chest, I couldn't help but have some whimsical thoughts.

The Eighth Prince, somewhat anxious, said, "Hey, say something! One isn't enough, take two. It's just that Consort Pan hasn't been spared lately, and the Emperor wants to ride her every day, so it might be a bit difficult."

I seized the opportunity to whip my mount, propelling it straight up the hill: "Then there's no room for discussion!"

The Eighth Prince roared, "Damn it! If that doesn't work, you can have your Aunt Yao too! I'm going all in!"

My heart skipped a beat. Aunt Yao was the Eighth Prince's older sister, married into the Huyan family. I had long coveted her. I never imagined that the Eighth Prince would also know this secret from my childhood.

I turned around: "Really?"

The Eighth Prince's eyes were bloodshot: "Really!"

I turned my horse around: "Then I'll go back and think about it. Remember! Two imperial concubines, plus Aunt Yao."

The Eighth Prince cried out to the heavens: "This is truly a dark and hopeless situation!"

(IX)

After returning to the mansion, I thought angrily: "Fourth sister-in-law, since you are heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless. I refuse to believe that there is no woman in this world who can compare to you!"

I thought this way, but the decision to part with her was truly difficult. The pain was beyond words. I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. The princess in the next room volunteered: "Sixth Prince, are you missing me?"
I was startled: "It's nothing, it's nothing. Take good care of yourself."

"How about I help you with my hands?" the master said.

I became annoyed. "Please, Your Highness, have mercy! You hurt me last time!"

With that, I got up and went outside. In the cool breeze and under the starry night, I suddenly remembered someone: "That's right, Aunt Liang! She can definitely solve my dilemma!"

The reason why Aunt Liang became my life advisor and confidante has to do with a while ago. At that time, my fourth sister-in-law's insomnia was severe, and I was frequently out at night, often hiding near her courtyard, eavesdropping on some intriguing whispers to satisfy my fantasies.

This matter reached the ears of the historian a few days later, and was recorded in history with a black pen, becoming this line: "Sixth Brother, always accompanied by the clear breeze and bright moon, has lofty aspirations, and everyone thinks he is unfathomable!"

In fact, my mind was full of fantasies at that time, and occasionally when I was tired of fantasizing, I would peep around.

One day, I was peeping at my fourth sister-in-law taking a bath in the courtyard through the dog hole. Someone walked by and kicked me; that person was Aunt Liang.

To be precise, I didn't recognize Aunt Liang at the time, but only later, based on the crisp sound of her "pui" and the direction in which she disappeared, combined with her habit of urinating in the open at night, I came to the conclusion.

So, I went straight to the patch of grass where Aunt Liang usually urinated, and sure enough, I found her genitals cool and moist as she leisurely urinated.
Aunt Liang said, "How can you be so shameless!"

I didn't say a word, walked to Aunt Liang's side, pulled down my pants, and unzipped mine as well. As I unzipped, I suddenly had a jolt: "Aunt Liang, I finally understand the profound meaning of your open urination! How can ordinary people comprehend this state of oneness with nature?"

Aunt Liang said, "Little Liu, I didn't expect you to be so perceptive."

After this encounter, Aunt Liang and I could talk about anything and do anything, and then we engaged in a union of yin and yang on the grass, elevating our understanding to another level.

Therefore, regarding this matter concerning my fourth sister-in-law, I could only talk to Aunt Liang, and only Aunt Liang offered any hope—Aunt Liang was my fourth sister-in-law's aunt, a widow with nothing to do, who came to Tianbo Mansion specifically to keep her company.

I used my lightness skill to reach the meadow where nature and man were in harmony, and waited for half an hour. Sure enough, Aunt Liang appeared on time.

"Little Liu, missed your aunt, didn't you?" Aunt Liang smiled as soon as she saw me.

"Missed, how could I not?" I flipped Aunt Liang to the ground and went to squeeze her large breasts.

Aunt Liang was panting: "Wait until I'm done before you do it!"

"I insist on doing it before you do it!" I lifted Aunt Liang's skirt, revealing a dark mass in the moonlight, and reached out to touch her vulva.
"Oh no!" Aunt Liang cried out, pushing my hand away, covering her private parts, and hurriedly squatted down, a stream of urine shooting out like an arrow.

I secretly slipped behind her, reached out, and hot soup cascaded down, splashing all over her crotch.

"Little Liu, you're just making a fool of yourself!" Aunt Liang scolded, getting up to run away.

"Get up!" I shouted, and without saying a word, I lifted her up, holding her delicate private parts.
"Ah!" Aunt Liang initially screamed in surprise, then giggled, her hands slapping my face repeatedly.

I closed my eyes and let her soft hands slap me, the tenderness in her palms squeezing and sucking, the wonderful sensation making my crotch hard: "Aunt Liang, you can't escape, you're all in my hands."

Aunt Liang opened her arms, pouncing, and kissed my forehead, saying sweetly, "You're my darling, Aunt Liang doesn't want to escape anywhere, you can do whatever you want!"

I pressed my forehead against Aunt Liang's abdomen, tilting my head back, leaving a gap between Aunt Liang's erect breasts, allowing me to see her face clearly, like Fourth Sister-in-law, with a certain coquettish charm in her small mouth.

—If I could play with my fourth sister-in-law like this, wouldn't I be as happy as an immortal?

In an instant, I trembled all over, even my arms trembled slightly: "How can I give up my dear fourth sister-in-law to someone else?"

Aunt Liang thought I couldn't hold on, so she crossed her legs and hooked her arms around my neck. Her soft and voluptuous body came down to my lips. I came to my senses and exclaimed: "Aunt Liang, you...you are so slutty..."

My lips were blocked by something, and Aunt Liang's body was as soft as noodles, she chuckled and twisted.

At this moment, I made up my mind, so I put aside all my worries and rolled around with Aunt Liang. We had a great lovemaking session on the grass. Aunt Liang was completely tamed by me and said that she was willing to work hard to get my fourth sister-in-law.
As the saying goes:
Riding a king is like riding a fine horse .
I offer my body to you and let you go wild

(10)

A few days later, the Eighth Prince came to urge me to pay the bill. I whispered "Do you know what my fourth sister-in-law's dress is made of?" asked
the Eighth Prince. "Is it palace-bestowed brocade? Khitan tiger skin?"

I replied, "Wrong! The material was custom-made by the Nian family in Luoyang. It's so fine that even an iron spear can't pierce it, it won't get wet when splashed with water, and it's hard to catch fire. It's truly the finest silk from heavenly silkworms."

The Eighth Prince gasped, "So... she's made up her mind?"

I said, "Very determined!"

The Eighth Prince sighed and stamped his foot, "Why is it so difficult to get anything done these days!"

I also sighed and said sadly, "I miss Aunt Yao very, very much!"

The Eighth Prince waved his hand and said, "Well, I've already mentioned it to her."

I asked happily, "What did she say?"

The Eighth Prince said, "She was very agitated... and slapped me twice!"

I shook my head dejectedly and said, "The road ahead is long..."

The Eighth Prince lowered his head, "...It is a long and arduous journey!"

"One must first test one's will..." "

Toil one's muscles and bones!"

"Starve one's body..." Thinking of my fourth sister-in-law, I couldn't help but shed tears.

"Truly—a heartless stick that drains the blood of mandarin ducks..."

"The hook of parting falls on the Magpie Bridge!

"The boundless falling leaves rustle down..."

"Iron horses and icy rivers enter my dreams!"

Huh, what a mess of nonsense! The Eighth Prince and I exchanged a glance, and suddenly felt mutual disgust, and parted ways.

(11)

Aunt Liang was indeed very useful. A few days later, there was progress. She secretly invited me to that meadow where nature and man were in harmony.
Aunt Liang first sighed, "A daughter's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. Even I, her own aunt, can't figure out what she's thinking."

I knew she would have something to say next, so I waited patiently.

Aunt Liang whispered, "These days, she's been hiding from everyone, often looking at a letter, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing."
My heart pounded. "Oh? Who wrote it to her?"

Aunt Liang said, "I saw the signature when she wasn't looking, it's your eighth brother's!"

"Ah?!" I was startled. "You mean...she...she and eighth brother have been secretly having an affair for a long time?"
Aunt Liang said, "That's why you say a woman's heart is hard to fathom. I imagine she and your eighth brother were already secretly corresponding before you and your father went to war. Think about it, what could an uncle and sister-in-law possibly have that they would hide from others and write down on paper?"

I felt dizzy. Thinking back, I realized that my fourth sister-in-law's affection for my eighth brother was indeed somewhat different! My
eighth brother was quiet and shy from a young age, like a young lady, completely unlike us brothers. So much so that there were rumors that he wasn't my father's biological son, but adopted.

In fact, my eighth brother was my father's biological son, but not my mother's.

To talk about this, I need to tell you a story from the past.

Back then, my father, bored out of his mind due to the lack of war on the border, had plenty of energy to release. So every night, he and my mother would engage in passionate lovemaking in their room. My mother, the old lady, was equally enthusiastic, giving birth to seven of us brothers without hesitation. Her womb was so prolific that it seemed like a treasure trove, producing one child after another.

Later, one time during sex, my father suddenly felt afraid and said, "Stop! If this continues, there might be no other family in the world. Your achievements will overshadow the emperor, which is not auspicious!"

My mother was in the throes of passion and was easily aroused. My father's words were abruptly stopped, like a bucket of cold water being poured over her. She was both embarrassed and angry, her eyebrows furrowed, and she said, "Fine! You surnamed Yang, as long as you can endure it, I will keep my word!"

My mother was a fearless and resolute woman, and she meant what she said. After that, whenever my father, as if drunk, came to my mother's bedside, she would kick him away.

Just as my father roared in fury, about to unleash his power, my mother said, "I'm all brawn and no brains."
My father's boundless enthusiasm then turned into a few heavy breaths, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head.

This went on for three years, turning my father, a man of both literary and martial talents and a master strategist, into a violent butcher. When he occasionally ventured out to fight, he was like a tiger unleashed, charging forward without fear. The Liao army was terrified of my father's ferocity, and a saying spread: "The Song army has one sheep, the Liao army flees a pack of wolves." This "sheep" referred to my father, Yang Ye, and the "wolves" were, as the Liao people always considered themselves wolves. The Liao army only knew of my father's bravery, but they didn't know the devastating effects of sexual repression. They only pitied the countless innocent souls who perished under my father's spear!

Now, one time, my father had distinguished himself in battle and returned victorious. At the victory banquet, he drank a little too much and wanted to force himself on my mother. Upon returning home, he pushed open the door and, without a word, embraced "my mother" lying on the bed, pulled down her pants, and began to have a vigorous

sexual encounter. When my mother returned after her bath, my father was shocked to discover that he hadn't just been with my mother, but with her close friend, Han Shi—the wife of Huyan Zan. My father, filled with shame, fled back to the border. Several months later, he received a letter from Huyan Zan, angrily stating that although the Huyan and Yang families were old friends, he couldn't raise the Yang family's son for nothing! My father had no choice but to return to Bianliang and bring his newborn eighth brother into the Yang family. As a result, my aunt, Yang Zhenzhen, remarried Huyan Zan to compensate for the loss of the Huyan family's wealth. Because

of this past, my eighth brother always seemed inferior, often huddled in a corner, looking pitiful and lonely.
Perhaps it was precisely this pitiful appearance that aroused my fourth sister-in-law's pity? When the fourth sister-in-law first entered the Yang family, she often took extra care of the eighth brother as a new sister-in-law. Perhaps it was then that the seeds of their ill-fated relationship were sown.
It is true that
life is like a tangled mess. As the saying goes, "A
pumpkin is always paired with a yellow flower

." (12)

It was only natural that something would happen. Just when I was feeling quite disapproving of the eighth brother for winning the heart of the fourth sister-in-law, the eighth brother's fiancée, Meng Xiaoniang, came into my view.

This girl was only fourteen years old. Her father had sent her to the Tianbo Mansion from afar, just as my father and I were preparing to set off on a western expedition against the Liao Dynasty. Unfortunately, there was no time to hold a wedding. Such a tender little girl had never even seen the eighth brother's face before becoming an unmarried widow, joining my sisters-in-law who were all dressed in white.

As the saying goes, innocent children do not know sorrow. Meng Xiaoniang had food to eat, flowers to see, maids to accompany her, and even novel white clothes to wear at the Tianbo Mansion. She was quite happy. That day, she led a group of little girls, giggling and laughing, into my courtyard, peeking out cautiously.

I said, "Hey, what are you all doing! You all look like you're on drugs."

One of the girls quickly replied, "We're playing hide-and-seek!" When she saw it was me, she was so frightened that she immediately knelt down, "thump, thump," and then several others knelt as well.

I chuckled to myself, looking at the last one who hadn't knelt: "How bold! She doesn't even kneel before Sixth Master!"
The girl said, "Ah! You're Sixth Brother, the hero who conquered Liaodong!"

I thought to myself, "Hero my foot! I just ran fast." I straightened my posture like a hero and solemnly asked, "Which household's maid are you from?" Hmm, this little girl has such a tender face; it would be nice to ask one of my sisters-in-law to let me play with her.

The other maids chuckled, but no one answered me. After a while, one of the bolder ones said, "She's the bride!"

The bride? What does that mean? Are they playing a game of kidnapping a bride? If so, hehe, I'll just snatch it...

The girl herself said, "My name is Meng Xiaoniang!"

Oh my, her adoring gaze really gives me a lot of strength!

Springtime is in full bloom, the girl is fresh and tender, and I feel lightheaded, full of vigor, and my crotch is burning hot. With a lewd grin, I walked up to her: "Meng Xiaoniang... nice name... how old are you?"

I suddenly realized that my hand was touching the girl's face, a very lewd and disgusting act, and there were several pairs of eyes watching silently around. I quickly pulled my hand away from Meng Xiaoniang's face, straightened my face, coughed, and remained as heroic as ever.

Meng Xiaoniang's face turned bright red, her eyes filled with shyness. She glanced at me, turned around and ran away. The maids quickly followed, none of them daring to look back.

I felt disappointed and called over a servant. After inquiring, I was immediately furious. It turned out that the girl was my eighth brother's betrothed!

It is just as the saying goes:
Sixth Brother is like a lotus flower
; He won't waste a beautiful woman
; Who dares block my way?
I'll go to your house tomorrow!

(To be continued)

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