[Huang Rong's Troubles] Chapter 4

As the sun rose, a light mist swirled in the Guo family's bathroom. Huang Rong soaked in the fragrant bath, washing her hair and body

. After bathing, she put on her undergarments and returned to her bedroom, where Yue'er helped her with her hair and makeup. Her soft, lustrous hair was loosely draped behind her head, gradually being styled into a bun.

Her temples grew longer, her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and her lips were lightly painted.

After she finished, Yue'er stared blankly at Huang Rong. After a while, she sighed, "Madam is so

beautiful!"

Huang Rong pursed her lips indifferently and remained silent. After a slight hesitation, Huang Rong changed into a light blue silk blouse and skirt

, with a bright green undergarment underneath, which was actually in the style of a Tang Dynasty hairpin. The hairpin gently supported her large breasts, revealing half of her bosom. The skirt was tied at the waist with a silk ribbon,

lightly covering her shapely buttocks.

Just as she finished changing, she heard that Lü Wende's eldest son, Lü Shikui, had come

to visit. Huang Rong put on a black cloak and went out . As soon as they stepped out of the courtyard, a man rushed towards them, shouting "Sister-in-law!" upon seeing Huang Rong. It was Lü

Shikui.

Lü Shikui was a burly man with his robes open, revealing his hairy chest, looking every bit the roughneck.

In reality he was a formidable general. For years, he had served under Guo Jing in defending Xiangyang, achieving numerous military exploits. He often said, "Of all the heroes in the world,

I, Lü Shikui, respect Guo Jing the most. He values promises above all else, disregards life and death, and where righteousness lies, none dare disobey."

He insisted on recognizing Guo Jing as his elder brother. He was somewhat foolish and impulsive, only listening to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, even

often disobeying his father, Lü Wende. Perhaps this straightforwardness was similar to Guo Jing's, which made Guo Jing and Huang Rong fond of him, tacitly

accepting his address as "elder brother" and "sister-in-law."

Lu Shikui approached and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, I heard that my elder brother is trapped by the Tartars. My father

dares not send troops, forcing you to beg that纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled brat) Jia Yi." His tone became agitated: "My father is confused,

but how could you be so blinded, sister-in-law? Just tell me, and I will immediately gather my men, charge out of the city, and

rescue my brother. It would only mean losing my official robes. Why beg that scoundrel and have to put up with his attitude?"

Huang Rong was slightly moved by his words, but gave a bitter smile and explained to Lu Shikui, "Your father isn't truly

confused. The situation in Xiangyang has indeed become critical these past few days. Our forces are already stretched thin. If we send troops out to rescue him, the slightest

misstep could lead to our downfall. It involves the lives of countless people; we cannot be careless."

Lu Shikui said indignantly, "..." "My elder brother risked his life for these people, and now they want him to die for them?

If that's truly unjust, what's the point of saving them?"

These words resonated with Huang Rong, making her even more pleasing to Lü Shikui. "You know your elder brother's temperament

. If Xiangyang falls because of him, even if we successfully rescue them, how can he

face the world? He'll probably commit suicide to atone for his sins. If he dies, how can I live alone…" Her

voice trailed off, almost inaudible.

Without giving Lü Shikui a chance to argue, she swept her hair back and said calmly, "You don't need to

worry. This trip is just to probe Jia Yi's intentions and see if there's an opportunity to do what's right."

She paused "But if he tries to belittle me today, I'll gladly spill my blood." Though spoken in a low voice, her words

were resolute and unwavering. She then passed Lü Shikui, preparing to head towards Fanlou.

Lü Shikui immediately became solemn, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture: "Sister-in-law, rest assured, no matter what, I will protect you.

"

Huang Rong waved her hand, not turning back. Lü Shikui maintained his cupped-hand gesture, watching her until she disappeared from

sight , before lowering his hands. Turning around and seeing no one nearby, his eyes darted around, and he slipped into Huang Rong's bedroom

. Was there still a trace of his former naivety on his face? He went to Huang Rong's bedside, picked up a dark green undergarment, and brought it to his nose,

inhaling the fragrance of Huang Rong's skin, still warm to the touch. He recalled the glimpse of her breasts

he had seen , and began vigorously rubbing his lower body.

So this Lü Shikui wasn't really respecting Guo Jing's chivalry at all? The reason he was regarded as an elder brother wasn't because of any "keeping

promises above life and death." A thousand excuses and ten thousand reasons all boiled down to one sentence: "Nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing's more fun

than your sister-in-law."He had long coveted Huang Rong, but his cunning was so deep that even the intelligent Huang Rong hadn't noticed a trace of it.

Meanwhile, Lü Shikui tossed and turned, lost in his fantasies. Leaving that aside for now, let's turn to the upper floor of Fanlou. In

a private room facing the street on the second floor, four or five people were drinking and discussing business. These were wealthy merchants from Xiangyang, secretly

manipulating grain prices. A tall, burly man, clearly in charge, finished explaining the matters to be noted in the coming days, raised

his wine cup, took a sip, and suddenly coughed, choking on his own drink. Ignoring the wet front of his robe, he stared down at the street

, dumbfounded. A man with a pointed face and monkey-like features opposite him laughed, "Why is Master Xu so out of control?" He then

leaned forward and appeared to resemble Master Xu. The others peered out,

and saw Huang Rong stepping down from her carriage at the entrance of Fanlou. Her beauty was breathtaking, almost blinding. A black cloak

covered her completely, but a gust of wind blew, causing the cloak to cling to her body, momentarily revealing her exquisite curves and alluring

figure.

Only after Huang Rong had entered Fanlou and disappeared from sight did the others return to their seats. After a long silence, it was finally heard that Master Xu

spoke up: "Gentlemen, you have been operating in Xiangyang for many years, have you ever seen Huang Rong dressed like this?"

The man with the pointed chin and monkey-like face seemed to remember something, and suddenly winked and said, "I saw Young Master Jia

Yi enter Fanlou earlier, and judging from his route, he seemed to be in the same private room as Huang Rong..."

A fat merchant hesitated and said, "I heard that Young Master Jia Yi

harassed a woman yesterday and was caught red-handed by Madam Guo, who gave him a good scolding. Is he here today to specially host a banquet to apologize to Madam Guo?"

The man with the pointed chin sneered: "Does accepting an apology require dressing so provocatively?" Then, as if remembering something,

he whispered maliciously, "Judging from her appearance today, Huang Rong is probably also an unfaithful woman, and she is very concerned about

grain prices , so perhaps..."

Master Xu immediately stopped him: "Liu Hou'er, put away your cunning tricks and don't cause trouble for everyone!

We can't get involved in this kind of thing!"

Liu Hou'er said sullenly, "If monks can touch her, why can't Taoists?"

Xu Dongjia laughed angrily, "What monks and Taoists? Who is Young Master Jia's father? And who is your father? If you

had a prime minister as your father, not to mention Huang Rong, you could even touch my wife."

Liu Hou'er's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and he chuckled dryly, "How dare I disrespect my sister-in-law?" Xu Dongjia,

completely unaware that he was already being cuckolded, said, "In short, this kind of thing, where gods fight, is something we..."

"Mortals shouldn't follow along with this nonsense; doing your own job is the right thing to do,"

Liu Hou'er muttered under his breath. "How do gods fight? In hand-to-hand combat?"

Master Xu didn't reply, but his mind started to wander...

Meanwhile, Huang Rong walked to Jia Yi's private room, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.

Jia Yi was drinking alone in the room when he suddenly heard a giggle, and a melodious voice sounded in his ear, "Young master,

you've arrived quite early." Looking up, he saw Huang Rong with her red lips slightly pursed, a smile radiant, her eyes and brows exuding unparalleled charm, appearing exceptionally

intimate, as if the two had never harbored any ill will towards each other.

Although he knew this couldn't be taken seriously, Jia Yi still couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart. He then saw Huang Rong enter the room and

casually close the door behind her, then remove

her cloak, her swaying waist as she gracefully walked towards him. Huang Rong wore a light blue silk blouse with a front opening, through which one could clearly see a verdant undergarment beneath, her bra

supporting her ample breasts, her soft bosom half-exposed, a breathtaking sight of white peaks and voluptuous curves, an infinitely alluring view. He was eager to climb up.

Her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was as thin as gauze, revealing glimpses

of her jade-like arms, fragrant shoulders, and undergarments. The silk lower garment was somewhat translucent, allowing a glimpse of her straight legs and slender waist. A silk ribbon bound the lower garment, emphasizing her round and pert hips.

Jia Yi had only ever seen Huang Rong in traditional shenyi (a type of traditional Chinese robe), and he never expected her to wear such a figure-hugging ruqun.

He found Huang Rong exceptionally voluptuous and charming at this moment, and he stared at her, mesmerized, until Huang Rong approached and glanced at him with bright eyes

. Only then did Jia Yi regain his composure and quickly invite her to sit down.

Seeing Jia Yi's dazed expression, Huang Rong felt both disgust and a hidden sense of pride. She sat down, knees together and slightly bent

.

Her long skirt clung tightly to her body, accentuating the curves of her lower body, even revealing

the subtle Jia Yi, seeing this, was overwhelmed with excitement. He leaned forward

to pour Huang Rong some wine, and as he turned away, his hand flicked down, seemingly unintentionally rubbing the back of his hand against the bulge between Huang Rong's legs.

He felt the soft, smooth, warm flesh, and Huang Rong was startled, her waist slightly arching and her buttocks... Huang Rong slightly shrugged back to avoid him, her face flushed with shame and anger as

she glared at Jia Yi. Her lips parted slightly before tightening again, as if she had remembered something and dared not rebuke him. Jia Yi was

overjoyed at the sight, thinking that Lü Wende had indeed been right. He lost his composure and became even more unrestrained, his fingers reaching out to

lightly grind and rub her like ink. Huang Rong's face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly turned her head to look around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she breathed a sigh of relief

. She then circulated her qi to calm her blood and qi, tightly clamping her legs together and twisting her buttocks from side to side to avoid the devilish hand between her legs. At the same time, she forced a smile and

pleaded softly, "Young Master Jia..." Jia Yi knew that everything in excess was bad. He pressed and dug his fingers into her flesh

, then slid them to her waist, lightly flicking her waist and buttocks a few times. Satisfied, he withdrew his hand

and returned to his upright sitting posture, showing no sign of lewdness. He then said, "What advice does Madam Guo have?"

"

Well..." Huang Rong, who had been eager to flatter him, covered her mouth and chuckled, completely oblivious to what had just happened .

"Young master, you're new to Xiangyang and probably not very familiar with this place. I thought I'd tell you about the local customs,

famous stories, and anecdotes of Xiangyang today. That would be a good way to show you hospitality."

"Then thank you in advance, madam." "

Then Huang Rong began her tale of Emperor Yan and Shennong, then moved on to Emperor Guangwu of Han, Zhuge Liang, and

literary figures like Meng Haoran and Zhang Ji, recounting a thousand years of history and the mighty Han River. Her eloquent tongue captivated the

initially distracted Jia Yi.

During the meal, the constant clinking of glasses and the jiggle of Huang Rong's breasts, seemingly about to spill out

of her clothes, left Jia Yi mesmerized, disoriented.

At this point, Huang Rong began discussing the geography of Xiangyang… 'Xiangyang straddles Jing and Shu, a vital passage between north and south, a

strategic location fought . If the Mongols wish to destroy the Song Dynasty, Xiangyang is key…'

Now, as the wine flowed freely, perhaps due to the alcohol, Huang Rong's cheeks flushed red, and her voice suddenly became sorrowful:

" "For decades, my husband and I have devoted ourselves to defending Xiangyang. However, the Mongols are powerful, and recently they seem

poised to encircle us. My husband risked his life to scout the enemy's position, only to find himself trapped deep within their lines. I am left

here alone, filled with anxiety, and it seems we are about to be separated by death..." She spoke, tears welling in her eyes, her hair disheveled, her upper garment

slipping down to reveal her shoulders.

Jia Yi, seeing Huang Rong's softened demeanor and gentle words, was already captivated

. Now, seeing her pitiful, helpless state, he was even more mesmerized, willing to sacrifice himself for her.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he rushed forward and grasped Huang Rong's soft, warm hand, saying, "..." "To inform Madam, my father, to ensure my safety

, has also dispatched five hundred elite Black-Armored Cavalry to accompany me. These Black-Armored Cavalry are the elite of our Great Song Dynasty. While they may not be capable of

decisive , they can certainly provide some assistance in breaking through enemy lines and resolving sieges. Perhaps they can even relieve Master Guo's predicament..."

Huang Rong looked up at him expectantly: "Really?"

Jia Yi was about to agree when he suddenly remembered the plan Lü Wende had instructed him to devise, and his mind cleared

. He swallowed his words, released his grip, sat back down, and feigned a defiant expression, saying: "However, after being

reprimanded , I have reflected deeply on my actions and realized that I have been rash and reckless in the past.

I will definitely be more cautious in my actions in the future. Now that I think about it, I rarely use the Black-Armored Cavalry. This is a matter of life and death, and I cannot be careless."

"I need to think carefully about borrowing troops ..."

Seeing his eyes clear again, Huang Rong knew her performance had been in vain. She cursed inwardly,

feeling ." She lightly brushed her hair back, pulled her slipped dress back over her shoulder,

and smiled at Jia Yi. "Yesterday I was momentarily blinded by lust, please forgive me, sir. I've come here

to apologize."

As she brushed her hair back, a section of her snow-white neck was revealed. Jia Yi's eyes lingered there before sliding down to her breasts, finding

the skin smooth and fragrant.

"Tsk, what a beauty!" Jia Yi sighed inwardly. If this were in the capital, he would have captured her immediately, regardless

of the crowd, mounted her, and enjoyed himself first. But this wasn't his territory. He had only

feasted his eyes, and continued defiantly, "How does Madam Guo intend to apologize?"

Huang Rong remained silent for a long while before saying, slowly and deliberately, "If Young Master Jia has any requests, please feel free to ask! I

will do my utmost to fulfill them."i=68> Jia Yi laughed: "Really?" 　　"What does the young master want?" 　　"I want you..." 　　Huang Rong's eyes turned cold.

"...He'll adopt me as his godson."

"Shut up... Huh?" Huang Rong was about to reprimand him when she was startled.

"My mother died young, and apart from Madam, no one has ever taught me how to be a person. Today, hearing about your life and that

of Master Guo , I feel even more ashamed as a son. If I could be taught by Madam, it would surely comfort my mother's spirit in heaven."

"It's not unacceptable that he'll adopt me as his mother. He's still quite young; with proper guidance, he might

be able to be led back to the right path." Huang Rong's mother died in childbirth due to exhaustion from memorizing the Nine Yin Manual,

leaving Huang Rong and her father to depend on each other. Huang Yaoshi never disciplined her, spoiling her

rotten. Now, hearing Jia Yi's half-acted, half-genuine confession, and thinking of her own past, and recalling

how Yang Guo was also mischievous in his youth but eventually became a great hero after trials, she had already accepted it to some extent.

Seeing that she seemed somewhat tempted, Jia Yi pressed his advantage, saying, "If you, Madam, are willing to become my godmother, I will certainly

reform myself and never betray your teachings. You can also freely command the Black Armor Cavalry."

Huang Rong was even more tempted upon hearing this, thinking, "This way, I will not only have a legitimate reason to restrain him, but it will also solve my immediate

crisis. If I can influence Jia Sidao through him in the future, it will be an immeasurable merit. Besides, if I become his godmother

, due to the strictures of propriety, it will also prevent him from having any improper thoughts about me. In short, no matter what happens in the future,

it's good to be able to ease the current predicament first, and I can deal with the rest later."

Considering this, she slowly nodded, "Very well..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jia Yi cheered and threw himself into Huang Rong's arms, rubbing his face against her soft

breasts, saying happily, "Mother, I have a mother now!" As he spoke, he put one hand around her warm waist and hips, and pulled Huang Rong's hand to his

bottom with the other, saying aggrievedly, " "Mother, look, the place where you whipped me yesterday still hurts!" As soon as Huang Rong touched him

, he grimaced and lifted his buttocks forward. Before Huang Rong could react, a hot ball of flesh struck her genitals

with perfect accuracy, penetrating the opening even through the fabric. If it weren't for the clothing, it might have gone

all the way in . Then she felt a cool sensation on her left nipple; Jia Yi's face had brushed her undergarment down slightly,

revealing a small, grape-sized red nipple on her left breast, trembling precariously in the air, quite pitiful.

Huang Rong's face flushed crimson. She thought to herself, "A leopard can't change its spots." She pushed Jia Yi away and scolded,

"Yi'er, you're not a child anymore. How can you act so frivolously?"

Having tasted the sweetness, Jia Yi immediately panicked and said, "I was just too happy. Mother

is right. I will be more careful in the future." He then stood respectfully to the side.

Huang Rong had no choice. Blushing, she pulled her nipple back into her undergarment under Jia Yi's gaze, then dragged Jia Yi away to gather troops,

lest anything untoward happen...

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