[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 140)

Chapter 140 Leaving the Seclusion

Li Junyi returned to her small courtyard. Exhausted from the journey, Wuyue was already asleep, and Qing'er

was also asleep on a chair in the outer warm room. If she woke Wuyue, the girl would wake up

too, and besides, she was tired enough. So she called Zhen'er and Jie'er to help her wash up, then went to bed early next to Wuyue.

Because he had something on his mind, Wuyue woke up very early that morning. He went to the door and looked outside. No one was there. Qing'er,

who always woke up earlier than him, was preparing hot water for him. Since this burden had come, he felt like a thief in everything he did.

He knew that after dressing as a woman, many of his actions were clandestine, and what he was about to do

was even more so !

Although he got out of bed quietly and carefully, he still woke Li Junyi.

"Aunt Junyi, I have to go."

She was very reluctant to leave, knowing that he was thinking about that lady and that stunningly beautiful Sister Beifeng, and was quite

jealous , but she couldn't persuade him to stay too much. "You didn't do your homework last night, you have to make it up now. My darling hasn't had any milk yet,

your breasts are so swollen!"

She lifted the quilt and pulled back her thin nightgown. Her plump, white right breast leaned against the couch, and her trembling left breast hung down,

covering her deep cleavage. The two large purple nipples seemed to be calling out to him with maternal love. Her left leg was curled up and raised,

revealing a large patch of lush grass and a large, ripe peach that had already burst open...

He couldn't resist such a soul-stirring call, and couldn't bear such an alluring, voluptuous body. He climbed back onto the bed

, sucking on the increasingly large and hard purple nipple, his penis deeply inserted into the wet, hot vulva of the mature woman,

his umbrella-like ridges of flesh thrusting and scraping, trying to tickle her, but the more he tickled, the itchier it became.

Like a bellows, with each pull, she would moan softly, her desire burning even brighter. She

sang rhythmically, uttering lewd words she had never spoken before, seemingly bringing even greater stimulation and satisfaction, both lost in

their paradise , a passionate and blissful embrace!

Last night, the Third Miss went to bed very late, but still rushed over to have breakfast with him. Learning that he was about to leave, she

tried again to persuade him to stay, but to no avail, leaving her only saddened and helpless.

When choosing a route, Wuyue originally planned to exit through Gubeikou, which was not far from

the location , and could visit her along the way. But upon further reflection, this route was too circuitous, and they ultimately decided to

exit through Xifengkou, which was closer to Liaodong. The reason they didn't choose the narrow corridor along the northern coast of the Bohai Sea was that the imperial army heavily fortified

that area, and his portrait was frequently displayed, making it difficult to slip through undetected.

Li Junyi and Yan Zhirong escorted Wuyue to Xifengkou, located northeast of Jizhou. Beyond this pass lay the border

. Some small tribes on the grasslands had previously been allies of the Qianxi Dynasty against the Oirat Mongols, maintaining good relations.

After the collapse of the Oirat Mongols, the threat of nomadic tribes to the northern border of the Qianxi Dynasty was largely eliminated, so the border guards were few

. Moreover, Li Family Fortress was a prominent family in the area, so Wuyue and her companions passed through smoothly.

Qing'er, true to

her pleaded or threatened her, it was all to no avail; she refused to stay peacefully in Li Family Fortress.

Wu Yue was at her wit's end. This guy was both hateful and pitiful, so she had no choice but to let him come along. Fortunately, she was light,

and sitting behind him didn't add much weight to the horse.

Before parting, Wu Yue asked Li Junyi to change her appearance back to that of a boy. Qing'er watched from the side, speechless,

her eyes almost popping out of her head. She never imagined that her master, a stunningly beautiful woman,

would transform into a young master in the blink of an eye—it was like magic!

Her fists clenched tightly, and a deep look of annoyance appeared on her face. She didn't know why she was so angry. Even

so she wouldn't change her mind. A master is a master, whether he's a young lady or a young master.

Wu Yue thought to herself, "I thought she was a little boy at first, but she's actually a girl. At first, she thought I was a

young lady , but now she's a young master. It's a bit funny, but is it really necessary to be this angry?"

As Qing'er mounted her horse again, her body unconsciously moved further away from his back. He chuckled inwardly, thinking, "You

won't dare stick to me like a leech anymore, will you?"

Yan Zhirong's feelings were different. Although she knew he was a man, she

was still captivated by his unparalleled dashing figure in men's clothing. Watching him ride away on horseback, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance, she couldn't help but feel a surge of melancholy.

The two traveled northeast from beyond the pass, their eyes taking in a vast expanse of yellow, even

the grass on the ground was withered and yellow, desolate and lonely. They traveled for a long time without seeing a single person. Wu Yue couldn't help but think of the Yinan Hunting

Grounds , which were just as vast and desolate as the scenery before them, but the grass was greener, and many

large trees that were not found here grew there.

After traveling about a hundred li, they reached the Jinjun Mountain area and began to encounter some grassland herders tending their horses or sheep. These herders greeted them

warmly , and those who spoke Mandarin could chat briefly; those who didn't could only smile and

wave.

He continued galloping forward, gradually entering the Liaoxi Grassland. From time to time, herders' yurts, flocks of sheep,

herds of cattle, and herds of horses appeared on the distant horizon. The scattered yurts were like tiny white dots,

like pebbles casually scattered across the grassland by a god. The sheep, against the backdrop of the withered yellow grass, resembled

white clouds , while the herds of cattle and horses added color to the somewhat monotonous landscape.

He knew they belonged to the Doyan tribe. As they drew closer, he realized that the

white actually quite far apart; it took a considerable amount of time on horseback to spot one.

After traveling about four hundred li, they reached the Longshan area of the Kharachin Grassland, and it was already evening.

Seeing the outline of a yurt faintly appearing ahead, he spurred his horse forward to seek lodging.

A hospitable Doyan woman, a round-faced girl with big, smiling eyes like crescent moons,

a middle-aged man busily herding horses, cattle, and sheep back to their enclosures, a yellow sheepdog with drooping ears barking incessantly at him

, steaming hot milk tea, fragrant hand-pulled mutton, and mellow mare's milk wine…

The hospitality was typical of most Doyan herders, welcoming guests from afar. After chatting with the family for a while, Wuyue

learned that the middle-aged man was named Hongbul, a Doyan herder; the woman was named Rensawa, Hongbul's wife; and the round-faced

girl was Hongbul's daughter, Harina.

After a hearty meal, Hongbul played the melodious and cheerful morin khuur (horsehead fiddle), while Rensawa clapped along to the rhythm.

Harina began to dance. The dances on the grassland were passionate and unrestrained, with a brisk rhythm. The young girl's waist was supple, her movements graceful,

and her feet stomped powerfully, a sight to behold. Although there were only five people on the lawn outside the yurt, it was quite

lively .

After Harina finished dancing, Wuyue, not wanting to keep anything to himself, took out his jade flute and played "The Moon Shines Brightest in My Hometown,"

the most poignant and moving melody he knew, perfectly suited to his current state of mind, far from home. When the song ended,

he glanced at Qing'er and saw her eyes were red. He was secretly surprised; this child actually knew music quite well? "Qing'er,

where is your hometown?"

"In Mizhi, but Dad hasn't taken me back for many years. There's no food there."

Wuyue smiled and said, "My hometown is in Suide, and Mom is also from Mizhi. So we're practically from the same hometown!"

This child doesn't talk much, but when she does, nine out of ten sentences mention her father. Afraid of stirring up her sad

memories, he quickly changed the subject, "Are you used to the food here?"

She nodded, her expression seeming to say that having food to eat is good enough, what's there to be used to?

Harina, to cheer Qing'er up, came over and pulled her to dance. The little girl's awkwardness was indescribable,

making Wuyue frown. This must be what it felt like for a swan and an ugly duckling to dance together!

The happy time passed quickly, and it was already dark. The moon hung in the eastern sky, and the boundless grassland became hazy,

deep, and mysterious. The herders all went to bed early, and Wuyue and Qing'er, having nothing much to talk about, also crawled into

bed . In the yurt, men and women slept on shared beds. The snoring of the Hongbul couple grew louder and louder, keeping him tossing

and turning, unable to sleep. He wondered how Harina could endure it for so long.

Qing'er slept soundly; accustomed to a nomadic life, she could even sleep on a stormy street

—a lesson she learned firsthand in Mianchi.

Listening to the crackling of the firewood in the stove in the middle of the yurt, he felt a surge of emotion. With Meihua's help,

should Sister Beifeng's injuries have healed? His wife had suffered such a setback, and he wasn't by her side; would she be

heartbroken ? Had his eldest sister returned to his wife's side? How was Li'er? Would his eldest sister bully her? Jizhou

Lijiabao was only about two hundred li from Fengyin Palace, yet he hadn't visited Lingti and Ying'er;

would ?

Sigh! It's not that I don't want to go, but there are always imperial guards and assassins in black following me along the way. Unless absolutely

necessary, my going would inevitably cause trouble for the Greyhound. And… I felt my eyelids growing heavy, 　　　and

finally drifted off to sleep…

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