【Hidden Fragrance】(1-6)

Zhu
Shuiyou awoke to a bright moon in the sky. He discovered that the true energy that had been scattered throughout his meridians had
coalesced into a flowing entity, circulating ceaselessly within his body. Five years of effort had finally paid off;
his "Heaven-Defying Technique" had reached its second level.
The "Heaven-Defying Technique" has nine levels, and its name, "Heaven-Defying," distinguishes it greatly from ordinary true energy. All internal energy cultivation
methods in the martial world, regardless of their value, follow a basic principle of starting easy and progressing to difficult. However, the "Heaven-Defying Technique" is extremely difficult to master from the outset
. No matter how diligently beginners work, they cannot condense true energy, remaining no different from ordinary people. Only after entering the second level does
true energy naturally condense and circulate within the body, endlessly regenerating. Unlike ordinary cultivation
methods, there's no need for meditation or breath control. Furthermore, to advance the "Heaven-Defying Technique" to the next level requires personal enlightenment, with methods varying widely and
seemingly without any set rules. Some have exhausted their entire lives without ever reaching the second level. The difficulty is unimaginable.
Zhu Shui Liu was overjoyed at his greatly improved skills. Looking down at the myriad lights of Qingyang City at the foot of the mountain, he recalled
the gatherings and separations of the past five years. On the mountaintop, only his shadow kept him company in silence. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow welled up in his heart.
He quickly looked up at the starry sky, telling himself not to let the tears fall.
The mountain wind whipped his clothes, stirring the blood clots on them. The tearing pain sent sharp
ache through his wounds. Zhu Shui Liu's eyebrows twitched, and tears that had been building up for so long silently slid down his cheeks, snapping the
taut string in his heart. In the blink of an eye, his face was covered in tears. His thin lips uttered two
words softly: "Father."
His father had left with a smile; he was only five years old then, the cold blade pressed against his neck.
The one holding the knife was his mother. He dared not look back at his mother's expression; the blade was pressed so tightly against him, he feared that even the slightest
turn of his head would sever his skin.
His father stood opposite him, one hand gripping the Adam's apple of another man, a familiar
face—Kong Jingyun, the Left Chancellor of the Great Wind Empire. Kong Jingyun's face was calm, as if his father held
someone else's throat in his hand. His voice held no panic or fear: "You cannot escape. His Majesty has issued
a kill order against you. You will die no matter where you flee."
His father smiled, facing his held son, his betrayed wife and friends, and
the overwhelming encirclement of thousands of Imperial Guards. He smiled calmly…
"Don't you understand me, old friend? The sons of this family are only warriors who fight, not cowards who flee."
His father turned to face his former political partner. "Old friend, I want to make
a deal with you."
Kong Jingyun quickly understood his father's meaning. "Your son is still young and should not be implicated according to the law."
The father nodded approvingly, then looked at his son. He slowly lowered the hand that was on Kong Xiang's throat. Two
spears immediately rushed from behind, piercing the father's knees simultaneously. The father could no longer stand and knelt on the ground.
To everyone's surprise, the father did not resist. He had mastered the "Heaven-Defying Technique" to the sixth level, and
was invincible in the world. Now he was injured by two ordinary Imperial Guards.
This was probably what it meant for a hero to meet his end.
The father's expression was not one of pain, but rather one of relief and satisfaction. He reached into his pocket and took out the pale blue
ring. He looked at his mother, then at Zhu Shui Liu. As if talking to himself, "Son, don't blame her..."
The father smiled and released his power to commit suicide. Kong Xiang took away the Imperial Guards and the father's body, while Zhu Shui
Liu still stood there blankly. A man rushed over and embraced his mother, his
restless hands brazenly kneading her breasts. Zhu Shuiliu recognized him; it was
Kong Yun, the eldest son of Prime Minister Kong.
He had been standing far behind her from the beginning. His mother's eyes were complex, a mixture of resentment, shame, and melancholy.
She wanted to hug her son, but his cold gaze frightened her. This child, he seemed to have
the same look as his father…
Kong Yun patted his mother's ample buttocks: "Baby, the old man is dead. We don't have to sneak around anymore
. Come on, let's see how I satisfy you tonight." With that, he took his mother's hand and left without looking back.
The *Da Feng Calendar. Zhu Lang Family* records: In the fifth year of Da Feng, the Imperial Grand Marshal Zhu Lang was convicted of treason. The Great Emperor of Da Feng exterminated
his five clans and proclaimed it to the world…
Zhu Shuiliu wandered the capital for a year, but no one was willing to adopt the son of a traitor. His home was bestowed
upon the Kong family by the founding emperor , and he could only watch from afar the place that had once belonged to him. His mother still lived there, and he
often saw her and Kong Yun together. She was even more beautiful than before, often wearing a tight-fitting short cheongsam and following
behind the eldest son of the Kong family, her beautiful legs encased in black stockings, a sight that stirred the imagination. Zhu Shui Liu coldly
watched their intimate moments from afar, his fists clenching inwardly.
One morning a year later, he left the capital with a weary woman and arrived in Qingyang.
"Come with me, live with me from now on. Call me Aunt Mei."
Zhu Shui Liu boarded the woman's carriage without hesitation, not for a meal, but because the woman
also wore a pale blue ring on her finger.
Aunt Mei's house was very large, quite disproportionate to her early twenties. Behind the house was a pond, filled with
lotus flowers. Every year when the lotus leaves filled the pond and the lotus flowers bloomed, Aunt Mei would sit there alone, talking to herself
.
A year of wandering had taught Zhu Shui Liu many things. Soon after arriving in Qingyang, he
put to good use what he had learned from the street urchins in the capital. Aunt Mei found him a private school,
but he couldn't sit still and study. One day he'd sneak out to steal someone's purse, the next he
'd get into a fight with other children. Every time he returned, Aunt Mei would give him a severe beating.
Zhu Shui Liu remained defiant, and eventually even the school refused to accept him. Aunt Mei simply locked him in the room.
He would then tear off the roof and run out. He began to regret coming to Qingyang, even feeling that he would have been better off
wandering the capital. He felt that the pale blue ring on this woman's hand was an insult to his father.
Every day, different men came to see Aunt Mei, some fat, some thin, some handsome, some ugly. One of them was a city lord...
A regular here. Every night, the woman's lewd moans kept Zhu Shui Liu awake all night, forcing him to cultivate
the "Heaven-Defying Technique" all night long. Once he entered a meditative state, he could hear nothing at all.
This night, Zhu Shui Liu was restless. As usual, he lifted the roof tile, intending to sneak out. He carefully
crawled on the roof like a nimble cat. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening below. He knew it was Aunt Mei
's room. A sense of curiosity arose, and he couldn't help but gently lift the tile.
Aunt Mei, dressed in a black dress, entered with the city lord. As soon as they entered, the two embraced tightly
. Their intertwined tongues could be clearly seen from the roof. The man rubbed the woman's breasts while
one hand slipped inside the dress.
He lifted one of the woman's legs, forcefully pressing her against the wall, his erect penis like a cobra's
head raised high against her genitals. Aunt Mei was already a rare beauty, and now her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed.
One leg was wrapped around the city lord's waist, held in his arms, while the other leg supported her body. Her black
stockings shimmered faintly in the lamplight. The man's breathing quickened. Suddenly, he
pulled a semi-transparent piece of fabric from under her skirt—the woman's panties.
The woman felt a chill in her lower body, followed by the sensation of a hot penis pressing against her vulva.
A flicker of clarity crossed her bright eyes, but she was quickly overwhelmed by the surging desire. She let out
a series of seductive moans.
The moans further encouraged the city lord. He suddenly lifted the woman by her hips, hoisting her body up
, then slammed her down again. The woman cried out, feeling her uterus filled with a thick rod
. Her dress wasn't completely off, and her stockinged legs involuntarily clung tightly to the man's waist,
rubbing against him.
The man carried the woman to the bed. With each step, he thrust hard. The woman responded to
his footsteps with screams. Reaching the bed, he shoved her onto it, muttering to himself as he undressed her:
"What a slut. Let's see how I satisfy you today."
On the roof, Zhu Shuiliu was burning with rage. The man's words deeply wounded him, as if he could
see Kong Yun turning away with his mother. The man and woman inside were oblivious. The woman lay on the bed, the man
thrusting into her from behind. Soon, his movements quickened. The woman seemed to realize something
and began to struggle desperately: "No, don't ejaculate inside!"
The man held her buttocks firmly. "Stop pretending to be a virgin. We're all prostitutes. I pay you
twice as much as other women." The woman, with a sudden burst of strength, kicked the man away, white semen
splattering onto her black stockings.
"If you want to see me again, don't fucking ejaculate inside. Money makes you so great..."
The city lord cursed and walked away. Before leaving, he deliberately threw a handful of loose silver coins at Aunt Mei, scattering them all over the ground.
Aunt Mei, not bothering to put on her clothes, hurriedly got out of bed, picked up each coin, carefully blew on them
, and
put them in a black bag. She placed
it on the bedside table and went out again. Only then did Zhu Shuiliu climb down from the roof. Suddenly, he realized he was hard. He paused, then
slapped himself hard. He no longer felt like going out and went back to his room to sleep. He
heard the sound of rushing water from the backyard; he knew it was Aunt Mei swimming in the lotus pond. This had become
a habit for her. Zhu Shuiliu touched the pale blue ring in his pocket, left after his father's cremation
. The ring, made of some unknown material, was perfectly intact. In the darkness, it emitted a pure
light that brought peace to the heart.
Early the next morning, Zhu Shuiliu and Aunt Mei unexpectedly met in the yard. Zhu Shuiliu had just heard her
arguing with a woman selling tofu outside , attracting a crowd of onlookers and their laughter. She was still as beautiful as ever. Only
her hair had some white bits of tofu residue, the "handiwork" of those women.
These white spots against her black hair reminded Zhu Shuiliu of
the semen left on her stockings last night. He felt disgusted.
"Have you eaten?" Aunt Mei finally couldn't stand his cold gaze any longer and asked casually.
"No, I haven't eaten," Zhu Shuiliu's voice was also cold.
"If you don't eat now, there won't be any left. Don't come looking for me if you starve to death."
"Don't worry, I'd feel dirty even if I ate,"
Aunt Mei said, trembling as if struck by lightning. She grabbed a laundry
stick and began to beat Zhu Shuiliu mercilessly. Zhu Shuiliu stood there straight, just like his father had faced
thousands of imperial guards years ago, neither resisting nor dodging…
With a "clang," the stick broke in two. Zhu Shuiliu's back was already torn and bleeding. Blood
pooled on the ground, a horrifying sight. Aunt Mei sat on the ground, panting, crying like a child…
At this moment, Zhu Shuiliu stood atop a mountain outside Qingyang City, watching the first sliver of sunlight peeking through the eastern sky. His
heart was filled with despair. In this vast world, where could he find refuge? The 　　sun was high in the sky, and the starving Zhu Shuiliu leaned weakly against a large tree. He hadn't eaten for
two days 　　. Although his skills had improved, it couldn't solve his hunger problem. He even considered robbery, but 　　immediately dismissed the idea. Although he possessed some skill now, he didn't know any techniques, like 　　a wealthy man with a house full of treasure but no idea how to use it. Coupled with his exhaustion, he feared even an ordinary martial arts master 　　could kill him. 　　Across the official road was an inn for travelers to rest. Qingyang, nestled between mountains and water, is the gateway to Yingtian Prefecture 　　, a major city in the south, and the confluence of the Imperial Canal and the Yangtze River. Since ancient times, it has been an important transportation hub and strategic location, 　　bustling with merchants and travelers. It was lunchtime. The post station was bustling with activity. 　　Zhu Shuiliu, carrying only a copper coin, hesitated for a long time before finally entering the post station. He didn't intend to sit down 　　and order; instead, he walked to the counter and softly said, "One copper coin, can I buy a bowl of noodle soup?" 　　The innkeeper was an old man, his face so wrinkled that his eyes were almost slits. He sized up the young man before him.

Years old. His long, disheveled hair hung down to his shoulders, his deep, dark pupils contrasting sharply with his pale face
, his lips almost as pale as his complexion. Perhaps due to prolonged dehydration, they were already cracked.
"Everyone who comes is a guest; there's no reason to turn a guest away," the old shopkeeper said with a smile, stepping out from behind the counter and
personally leading Zhu Shuiliu to the only table. The waiter thought he was seeing things; the old shopkeeper
hadn't personally served customers in years, was he making an exception for a customer who only paid one coin?
Soon after, the old man personally brought "noodle soup" to Zhu Shuiliu. This was hardly "noodle soup," it
was clearly a large bowl of egg noodles.
He looked up and saw the old man's smiling face. As if knowing what Zhu Shuiliu wanted to say, the old man quietly told
him, "One coin, this is one coin."
A surge of emotion welled up in Zhu Shuiliu's heart; he hadn't felt this way in a long time. When he was wandering the capital
, when he was beaten in the street for stealing steamed buns, when he was discriminated against in Qingyang, he had
longed so much for even a single penny's worth of warmth.
At this moment, another group of customers entered the shop. Leading them was a middle-aged man, dressed in a scholar's white robe,
his purple hair reaching his waist. Behind him followed a girl of about seventeen or eighteen and a woman veiled in black . The moment
the man stepped through the door
, the noisy atmosphere was instantly suppressed. He was of average build, but his mere presence seemed to
block out all light, making the air in the room feel suffocating. The previously boisterous travelers fell silent. The inn
suddenly quieted down.
Even Zhu Shui Liu, who was devouring noodles, felt a powerful aura emanating from him. The "Heaven-Defying Technique"
naturally generated a resistance within him, making him almost unaffected. He slurped his noodles with a loud slurping sound.
The middle-aged man's sword-like eyebrows twitched slightly, and he withdrew his aura. Turning to the elderly innkeeper, he said, "Innkeeper, four small
dishes and a pot of good wine, please." Hearing this, everyone snapped out of their daze and breathed a sigh of relief.
Many were already drenched in sweat. The innkeeper stepped forward and cautiously said, "Esteemed guests, our inn is currently
full. We have several excellent guest rooms upstairs that can be temporarily converted into private rooms for your dining.
What do you think?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand, "We'll sit there." His gaze fell upon Zhu Shuiliu.
Zhu Shuiliu clearly heard every word the middle-aged man said. He instinctively felt a little worried, but he still
didn't stand up and leave. His father had said that no son of the Zhu family would back down in the face of battle.
The middle-aged man and his group sat down, and Zhu Shuiliu couldn't help but observe the three of them. The middle-aged man had sword-like eyebrows and a square face, his eyes
bright, and a gentle smile on his face. The girl beside him had delicate eyebrows and fair skin, like
a fairy untouched by worldly affairs. Zhu Shuiliu glanced at his tattered collar, shrank back, and felt a pang of shame for the first time.
The woman, her face veiled in black, was of indeterminate age; her phoenix eyes seemed capable of overflowing with tears, and a few faint
wrinkles at the corners of her eyes added to her captivating charm. At this moment, her beautiful eyes were also fixed on Zhu Shuiliu.
Since cultivating the *Heaven-Defying Technique*, Zhu Shuiliu had never felt so disheveled. He felt that the three people before him were all
exceptional individuals, while he was merely a stray dog from the countryside. Even just sitting before them made him feel utterly ashamed
.
The middle-aged man extended his right hand and gently placed it on Zhu Shuiliu's pulse. Zhu Shuiliu felt his entire body
suppressed by the man's aura. He couldn't move an inch, completely at the man's mercy. A powerful internal force flowed from his fingers, peaceful and serene,
yet continuous. His own Heaven-Defying True Qi, invaded by this external force, naturally surged towards his arm,
resisting the man's true qi.
The middle-aged man possessed profound inner strength, like a vast river, his defying true energy
flowing like a boat against the current, yet possessing immense power. Although he was powerless to stop the continuous influx of the opponent's true energy, he was able to carve a path through it,
moving in the opposite direction. There was even a faint tendency for him to penetrate the opponent's body.
The middle-aged man's fingers trembled. His eyes held a mixture of surprise and confusion, perhaps even a hint of killing intent. Zhu
Shuiliu met his gaze without fear. He felt his true energy rapidly circulating within him, his blood shooting
into his heart like arrows. Then, an even stronger force pressed down on his entire body, as if trying to burst through. His skin
tightened like stone, sweat pouring down his forehead.
After a long while, the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze. A quiet sigh escaped his lips: "This is defying
the heavens." Upon hearing this, Zhu Shuiliu's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
When Zhu Shuiliu awoke again, he found himself lying in his inn room. He tried to sit up, but found himself
utterly powerless. He was horrified.
"You're exhausted. A good rest will do you good," a gentle voice came from the foot of the bed.
Zhu Shuiliu strained to see. It was the girl who had been with the middle-aged man. Her white dress reached her ankles,
her slender legs faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric.
She walked to the bedside and sat down. Zhu Shuiliu felt a delicate fragrance waft towards him, and his right wrist was
gently held by a soft, warm hand. Suddenly, he felt an urge to hold that hand tightly. The girl's buttocks inadvertently
brushed against Zhu Shuiliu's thigh, a warmth and softness slowly spreading from his thigh throughout his body. His lower body involuntarily
lifted, and because he was lying on his side, he was pressed against the girl's buttocks.
Zhu Shuiliu was utterly embarrassed. He felt all the blood rush to his face, burning from his ears to his neck
. The girl also felt the firmness behind her. A blush appeared on her fair face. But seeing Zhu Shuiliu's embarrassed
expression, she couldn't help but laugh. Looking at the smiling fairy before him, Zhu Shuiliu seemed to see a
door of destiny opening for him. The loneliness and solitude he felt as if he were born with vanished with the wind…
On his way home, Zhu Shuiliu wore a jade pendant on his chest. He walked, occasionally taking it out to look at it,
gently stroking it with his hand. It was as if this jade contained his entire world and emotions.
Meanwhile, in a secluded courtyard in Qingyang City, a middle-aged man was
passionately making love to the woman from the inn on the bed. The woman lay on the bed, her black veil removed, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Her rosy
lips were slightly parted, emitting soft moans.
The middle-aged man held the woman's legs to his chest, constantly stroking her stockings with one hand, his hard…
The penis thrust in and out of the woman's vagina, each withdrawal causing a clump of pink flesh to rise and fall. The woman's
voice suddenly rose in pitch, her beautiful eyes widened, and her slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly.
The man's breathing became increasingly rapid. He forcefully spread the woman's straight legs apart, pressing them almost up to her shoulders
, and used all his strength to thrust his penis deep inside her. The woman let out a piercing scream. Both of them
reached orgasm simultaneously…
The man straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, and the woman watched his hurried movements. She hugged him from behind with a resentful look.
"Zhan Tian, Ling'er hasn't come back yet, don't leave so soon."
A trace of pain flashed in Long Zhan Tian's eyes as he mentioned his daughter. He turned around and carefully examined the woman before him
: "Youyue, I'm so grateful for your care of Ling'er all these years. Now that the Holy Sect has just been unified, people's hearts are unpredictable,
and the Qingyang branch is crucial to the future development of the Holy Sect. I have no choice but to trouble you again. I, Long Zhantian, have never owed anyone anything in my life.
But I don't know how to repay you."
Youyue rested her head on Long Zhantian's shoulder. "Ling'er is my sister's daughter, and I've always treated her as my own.
I'm an elder of the Holy Sect, and serving the sect is my duty. There's no question of owing anything. It's just that
I wonder if my sister, seeing our relationship from beyond the grave, would blame me."
Youyue's question made Long Zhantian slightly embarrassed. After a moment of hesitation, he changed the subject, "
The matter of the Qingyang branch is currently known only to the three of us. Avoid fighting unless absolutely necessary. Although your demonic attack is powerful
, its backlash is also considerable. If you don't engage in sexual activity with someone of profound skill, your life will be in danger.
Once things at the main altar are settled, I'll send someone to bring you back..." He slowly pushed Youyue aside and walked
towards the door.
"Ling'er's back. You should tidy up." Suddenly, he remembered something and turned his head.
Youyue's face was covered with a black veil again. Her calm face showed no emotion. Perhaps it was disappointment.
Long Zhantian suddenly felt a pang of heartache. "Perhaps there's some hope in that boy..." Youyue looked towards the door 　　, 　　but 　　the
boy 　　was 　　already 　　gone 　　.
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... 　　Zhu Shuiliu recalled his attitude towards Aunt Mei. He felt a pang of regret; after all, if it weren't for her 　　care over the past five years, he might have starved to death on the streets. Should he admit his mistake? Zhu Shuiliu thought of the pale blue ring, the one his father 　　had guarded even on his deathbed. 　　Aunt Mei was his father's woman, how could she… that was betrayal! Zhu Shuiliu subconsciously touched his neck 　　, as if the knife his mother had held in her hand had never left him… 　　The city lord, Zhang Juzheng, rode a red horse ahead, his steps filled with trepidation. Behind him followed seven or eight soldiers carrying 　　colorful silks and women's cosmetics—all top-quality goods transported from Shu Prefecture. 　　He became a Juren at fourteen, a disciple of the Imperial Chancellor Kong Jingyun at seventeen, and the top scholar personally selected by the Emperor at twenty-three 　　. Now, not yet thirty, he was already the city lord of a major imperial city, a second-rank official, and a hereditary baron. Handsome 　　appearance, a bright future. Countless young ladies from noble families secretly admired him. 　　Yet, he fell in love with a disdainful woman—a woman known throughout Qingyang 　　. He recalled their first meeting: he was struggling with two contradictory orders. 　　One, from Kong Yun, the son of his mentor and the Prime Minister of the Empire, ordered him to immediately confiscate 　　the former residence of Grand Marshal Zhu Lang in Qingyang. The other, from the Emperor, ordered him to protect the property. Torn between these orders, he decided to personally 　　visit the owner of the mansion. 　　Qingyang that year had not yet recovered from the wounds of war. The deserted streets were filled with dilapidated buildings. 　　The magnificent mansion stood out like a group of ragged, emaciated refugees, with a graceful noblewoman standing out 　　starkly. He pushed open the door and saw the woman by the lotus pond. 　　Her melancholy eyes and slightly trembling shoulders gave Zhang Juzheng an immediate urge to embrace her. 　　In matters of the heart, timing is crucial; too early, too late—it doesn't matter. 　　Zhang Juzheng made his decision at that moment—to obey the emperor's decree. 　　Later, rumors about this woman constantly reached his ears. Today a wealthy merchant, tomorrow an assassin 　　, the day after, who knows? Every time he heard such news, he felt like he was going mad. The teachings of sages, 　　the integrity of officials, and the image of that woman moaning under another man's legs… all spun before his eyes like a revolving lantern. 　　Jealousy, an emotion he had never experienced since childhood, a life of luxury and ease, 　　grew wildly within him. He finally couldn't resist rushing into that mansion, forcefully pinning the woman down by the pond, and violently penetrating her 　　… 　　Venting was not conquest. For five years, despite his constant attempts to humiliate and abuse her in bed 　　, even tacitly condoning the relentless extortion and blackmail by those exploitative tax collectors, Zhang Juzheng always 　　longed for her to kneel before him, expressing her submission. 　　But each time, the woman used her body to resolve the crisis he brought her. Each crisis 　　resolved only fueled Zhang Juzheng's suspicions and jealousy. He then frantically plotted the next 　　reason to subdue her… 　　Five years passed, and Zhang Juzheng realized that no matter what method he used, he couldn't forget this woman. Each 　　attempt to conquer her only led him deeper into her clutches. He… gave up. 　　"Sir, we've arrived." A soldier's reminder interrupted Zhang Juzheng's thoughts. He dismounted and found himself in the courtyard…

The door was already wide open. Taking a deep breath and straightening his official hat, Zhang Juzheng walked in with his head held high…
The table was laden with expensive gifts. Zhang Juzheng stood confidently to one side. Mei Ruohua looked at everything before her
, vaguely guessing the purpose of the city lord's sudden visit. She remained silent, quietly observing the people before her, as if
everything was irrelevant to her. The atmosphere was extremely awkward for a moment.
Time passed slowly. Zhang Juzheng felt his enthusiasm gradually fading. He thought about
the purpose of his trip. But the woman before him seemed to have no interest whatsoever. He was the dignified city lord, a
disciple of the imperial prime minister; was he supposed to ask a promiscuous woman for her hand in marriage? The lines he had carefully prepared beforehand were long forgotten
.
Zhang Juzheng suppressed his anger, trying to make his tone sound calm: "Come back with me."
"Why?" Mei Ruohua's tone was devoid of any emotion. This greatly stimulated Zhang Juzheng's proud
and sensitive self-esteem. This was a marriage many would desperately seek, yet she was a helpless woman, a notorious harlot
. She should have been immediately moved to tears, kowtowing in gratitude. Zhang Juzheng's anger flared again, and he was about to speak
when a deep voice from outside the door interrupted their thoughts.
"I'm back." A slender figure stood in the doorway, coldly observing the group inside.
Every time he saw another man in the room, he felt inexplicably irritated. But he remained composed; silence and calmness
often held more power than hysteria.
Zhang Juzheng was now burning with rage. Every time he left Mei Ruohua's room before, he would find this young man
watching him with a cold gaze from a corner. It made him extremely uncomfortable. But the pride and refinement of a scholar
prevented him from dwelling on it. But today, the young man's sudden appearance made Zhang Juzheng feel that his hopes for this trip were even slimmer.
He almost wanted to leave immediately.
Suddenly, Zhang Juzheng's gaze was drawn to something. To be precise, he was captivated by the jade pendant on Zhu Shuiliu's chest.
Years of experience paying tribute to the emperor allowed him to immediately assess its value, and a wicked plan
instantly formed in his mind.
Zhang Juzheng slowly sat down at the table, pointing to Zhu Shuiliu's chest with his right hand. He asked Mei Ruohua, "Your
family possesses such fine jade; how come I've never heard of it before?"
Mei Ruohua didn't speak, but Zhang Juzheng noticed the doubt and tension in her eyes. That was exactly
the answer he needed.
Zhang Juzheng's expression changed drastically, and he shouted at Zhu Shuiliu, "You little brat, where did you steal this jade pendant from?"
Zhu Shuiliu's eyes were full of mockery and disdain as he turned to leave. The soldiers on either side firmly grabbed him.
"This jade pendant is my personal property. What is the punishment for stealing an official's property?" Zhang Juzheng
noticed Mei Ruohua's worried eyes and deliberately raised his voice.
"According to the law, it's execution," the person beside him answered crisply.
"Good!" Zhang Juzheng stood up. "Take the prisoner back to the city lord's mansion, and I will interrogate him carefully." With that, he
led his men out triumphantly.
"You're lying! I didn't steal..." Zhu Shuiliu's arms were twisted behind his back by two men
. Just as he was about to protest, a handkerchief was stuffed into his mouth. The two men held him down and walked towards the door.
Once outside, Zhang Juzheng deliberately slowed his pace, playing with the jade pendant in his hand.
"Wait!" The people inside finally chased after them and blocked their way.
"Let him go, and I'll do whatever you want." Mei Ruohua bit her lower lip tightly, her face pale. She stared intently into
Zhang Juzheng's eyes.
Zhang Juzheng could hardly believe his ears. The woman before him would really submit to him. He actually felt
a little nervous.
"Is it... begging me?" Zhang Juzheng cautiously probed.
"I beg you." Mei Ruohua's voice was very soft. But every word fell into Zhu Shuiliu's ears like a whip lashing
his body.
Zhang Juzheng finally believed that the woman before him had yielded, and the words he had longed to hear had finally
come from her lips. A crowd of onlookers gradually grew. Zhang Juzheng thought of
the setbacks he had encountered with this woman over the years. He resolved to show his power, to utterly crush her confidence, and to make her his captive forever. He would
also settle the score with the unfavorable rumors circulating about him.
"Qingyang was originally a land of outstanding people and simple, honest customs. Yet you have willingly fallen into depravity, seducing the masses and committing licentious acts in the countryside. I,
this official, have repeatedly visited you to teach you, considering your young age and lack of support. You are ungrateful and instead covet
my wealth; you are truly beyond redemption..." As Zhang Juzheng spoke, he raised the jade pendant high in his hand.
Gasps and whispers arose from the crowd. Only a father and daughter remained silent. They had been standing there
for some time. Long Zhantian saw the jade pendant in Zhang Juzheng's hand; it was his daughter's personal possession. With a quick thought,
he immediately understood the intricacies of the situation.
Looking at his daughter, whose face was full of concern, as if she were about to rush forward, he instinctively pressed down on her
shoulder.
Zhang
Juzheng, hearing the crowd's praise, grew even more smug. He waved his hand, signaling for silence. "
At birth, human nature is inherently good. This jade pendant is my personal property. Considering her youth and ignorance, I will spare her the death penalty and instead punish her
with caning." Another chorus of praise erupted from the crowd.
Long Ling'er could no longer contain herself and was about to rush forward when Long Zhantian grabbed her. Long Ling'er was extremely anxious
and turned to speak, only to find her father looking at her with a teasing smile.
"My dear daughter, I'm only twelve years old," she said, both shy and anxious at having her thoughts seen through by her father
. Long Zhantian did not continue to tease his daughter. His tone was calm and firm: "Let's wait and see."
On the street, a soldier took out his baton, pinned Zhu Shuiliu to the ground, and raised it to strike him.
Mei Ruohua, who had remained silent until now, suddenly stepped forward to Zhang Juzheng. To everyone's astonishment, she slowly knelt down.
"The child is still young; it's all my fault for not teaching him well. If you must hit someone, hit me instead." Mei Ruohua's shoulders trembled slightly.
Her neck stubbornly turned to one side.
Zhang Juzheng looked at her in astonishment, at this resolute woman. He finally understood that everything before had been an illusion
; he could never conquer the woman before him. Her heart was no longer with him…
"Granted." Zhang Juzheng felt no pity whatsoever. "Guards, remove her clothes."
"I'll do it myself." Mei Ruohua raised her head, her voice devoid of any sadness. She stood up. First, she took off
her high heels. A chill ran down her spine. It felt as if every joint in her body had stiffened. She took a deep breath.
One hand clutched tightly to her chest. The other lifted her collar, slowly pulling off her long dress.
Lightly. Elegantly. The street fell silent; men, women, and children all stared wide-eyed. It wasn't about pornography. This
adulterous woman's body was so pure.
Zhang Juzheng flicked the jade pendant in his hand, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. With a "clang," the jade pendant
fell to the ground, shattering into two pieces. The sound of a wooden stick striking flesh echoed in the quiet street…
His heart, like a flowing stream, sank silently. A wild, crimson light filled his vision. His arms were
bulging with veins, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh. He lunged forward,
causing the two soldiers behind him to stumble, their twisted arms gaining a moment of space. He suddenly
opened his hands, grabbed the soldiers' arms, and hurled them forward with all his might. The two soldiers' bodies were thrown
into the air, tracing two arcs, landing far beyond the crowd.
Zhu Shuiliu removed the handkerchief from his mouth and shakily stood up. "Our Zhu family's sons have no
cowards who run away!"
His invincible true energy exploded within him, filling his entire body with power. His black hair flew high,
like black flames. Zhu Shuiliu felt a tightness in his chest, as if it were blocked by blood, or something else entirely
. He pounded his chest hard, trying to suppress the pain.
"Let her go, or I'll kill you all. I'll kill you all by myself. Every single one of
you!"
Zhang Juzheng led the remaining soldiers and ran away quickly. The crowd scattered. Mei Ruohua lay in a
pool of her own blood, looking at the familiar figure on the street. So lonely, yet so resolute. She gently stroked
the pale blue ring on her hand, feeling a sense of familiarity with that figure. You said you'd come back to marry me, didn't you...?
Zhu Shuiliu walked to Mei Ruohua's side, gently picked her up, supporting her head with his tender shoulders,
gazing at her pale face, his voice suddenly choked with sobs: "Aunt Mei... Mother..."
Mei Ruohua hugged his thin body tightly, letting tears flow freely down her face like two sorrowful
rivers...
On the other side of the street, Long Ling'er glared at her father with red eyes, blaming him.
"Why didn't you help them?"
Long Zhantian pondered for a long time. He slowly said, "Let's go, let's help them resolve an even bigger problem."
Long Zhantian pulled his daughter's hand. He headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.
From that day on, the Zhu Shui family's residence was designated a forbidden area. Officials and yamen runners were strictly forbidden from disturbing them
. Zhang Juzheng never mentioned the events of that day. Only the maids of the City Lord's Mansion whispered that
all the martial arts guards the City Lord had hired at great expense had perished overnight. Someone saw a middle-aged man in white robes
leave through the window of the City Lord's bedroom and fly away into the distance… In the Imperial Garden of
the
capital, a theatrical troupe invited from Huzhou was performing for the high-ranking officials of the Empire. Under their father
's protection, the Kong brothers had enjoyed a meteoric rise in their official careers in recent years. First, the eldest son, Kong Yun, entered the court as the Left Censor-in-Chief,
a first-rank official. Soon after, the second son, Kong Meng, won the title of Martial Arts Champion and was in charge of the capital's defenses.
Kong Yun sat in the front row of the Imperial officials, but didn't hear a single line of the opera. He had received
a secret report from Zhang Juzheng of Qingyang that morning: the remnants of the Zhu family were still alive and well. Even worse, Long Zhantian was also involved. He not only
threatened Zhang Juzheng to his face, but also took the letter he had written to Zhang Juzheng five years ago, in which he had urged Zhang Juzheng to
exterminate the entire Zhang family.
If the emperor found out about this letter, even his father might not be able to protect him. Damn it, that fool Zhang Juzheng actually
didn't burn the letter. Kong Yun recalled Long Zhantian's information in his mind: Long Zhantian, leader of the Demonic Sect.
Six years ago, he single-handedly attempted to assassinate the current emperor in the palace. He was defeated by Grand Marshal Zhu Lang. It is said that Zhu Lang not
only didn't kill him, but also discussed martial arts with him all night on Yuhuang Peak. Now he is the number one martial arts master in the world;
no more than five people in the martial arts world can last ten moves against him.
Speaking of which, Kong Yun should thank Long Zhantian. If he hadn't broken into the palace at night and been let go by Zhu Lang
, even if the entire court jointly submitted a memorial, it might not have made the emperor suspicious of Zhu Lang. It was only after Long Zhantian's incident that
the emperor became suspicious of the marshal. If Zhu Lang hadn't died, how could Kong Yun have openly taken his woman? Thinking of this,
Kong Yun suddenly shuddered. Why hadn't he seen his younger brother, Kong Meng, today? Although they were born of the same father,
Kong Meng was the son of a concubine. He and Kong Yun had a long-standing feud. Furthermore, Kong Meng secretly associated with the Second Prince and
disagreed with Kong Yun politically.
Therefore, although they served in the same court, their relationship was less than that of ordinary colleagues. Remembering Kong Meng's smile when he left home that morning,
he became increasingly suspicious. He couldn't wait for the opera to end and hurriedly left his seat. By then, the performance was nearing its end. The glamorous
women on stage were singing their final lines: the officials' families were ruined, the wealthy were scattered, and the kind-hearted
escaped death.
Ruthless retribution was clear; those who owed lives had repaid them, those who owed tears had shed them all, and the cycle of vengeance was no light matter. Separation and reunion
are all predetermined; to know one's short life, ask about one's past life; even wealth in old age is truly a
stroke of luck. Those who see through it all enter the Buddhist order, while those who are obsessed waste their lives.
It's like birds returning to the forest after eating their fill, leaving behind a vast, clean expanse of white...
Kong Yun listened attentively, his heart filled with unease, his steps growing increasingly hurried...
This year, the peach blossoms bloomed earlier than usual. Tang Ruoxi went out to admire the flowers early in the morning with her maid. If they didn't go now,
they feared they would have to wait until next year. Countless willow catkins, like goose feathers, chased each other in the wind, calling for the peach blossoms to leave
the branches and fly to farther places. If they grew tired, they would simply land in the pond, letting the ripples carry them away
into the distance...
Tang Ruoxi's gaze followed the drifting petals, as if facing her own fading beauty and the passage of time. The frenzied
willow catkins danced in the wind, the frivolous peach blossoms followed the flowing water. Tang Ruoxi suddenly remembered that she had a son named Zhu Shui Liu (meaning "flowing water").
She also once had a husband named Zhulang...
Every year at this time, he would accompany her to see the peach blossoms. But she hadn't felt this way for many years
.
Tang Ruoxi's interest in admiring the flowers vanished instantly. She went back to her room alone. What awaited her was another storm.
Tang Ruoxi returned dejectedly. Just as she closed the door, in a corner, a figure coiled
around her like a predatory snake. She tried to scream, but her mouth was already tightly covered by a large hand. Her body was encircled by another strong arm
, and she couldn't muster any strength. Her hands couldn't move, so she could only grab wildly. Her fingers touched a
thigh, a man's thigh. The man wasn't wearing pants!
Tang Ruoxi's mind went blank. For a moment, she forgot to resist, and her hands were tied behind her back with rope.
Her eyes were also blindfolded. In the struggle, the buttons of her cheongsam were torn off, revealing half of her white
breast. The man ripped the hem of the cheongsam. Her thigh was immediately exposed to the cold air.
The man buried his face deep into Tang Ruoxi's buttocks, his teeth gently biting at her vulva. Tang Ruoxi was both
ashamed and anxious. She desperately squeezed her legs together
, refusing to let him penetrate her further. The man's cheeks stung slightly from being squeezed. He had no choice but to change positions, pressing Tang Ruoxi down beneath him. He knelt on the bed, his hands reaching forward,
playing with her delicate breasts while lightly licking her neck. His large erection rubbed against her vulva through her pantyhose.
Tang Ruoxi began to regret obeying Kong Yun's decision not to let her wear underwear. At this moment, all the sensitive parts of her body were
under his control, and an electric-like pleasure was gathering from all parts of her body to her brain. A warm fluid
was flowing from her vagina to her thighs. Her body temperature was rising rapidly.
The information from the woman's body made the man's emotions even more intense. He kept changing the shape of her breasts.
The force on his penis increased, as if he could pierce through the pantyhose at any moment and go straight for her.
Tang Ruoxi clearly felt the force coming from her lower body, but she was too weak to think. She only hoped this teasing
would end quickly so she could release the burning desire within her. Her body's resistance gradually turned into acceptance. The man's endurance had
reached its limit. He thrust forward forcefully. His penis, along with his pantyhose, plunged into the woman's secret cave. But
the resistance from the pantyhose made it difficult for him to go further. In desperation, he ripped through the last barrier, aimed his penis at the entrance,
and pulled the woman into his arms. Tang Ruoxi felt a tightness in her lower body, and their bodies were now completely separated.
A satisfied cry escaped Tang Ruoxi's lips.
Kong Yun hurriedly returned home. He didn't see Kong Meng. He was about to go to the back garden to look for her when he suddenly heard
moans coming from his wife's room. He realized that his worst fears might have come true, but he still
couldn't resist going to see what was going on. So he tiptoed over and quietly made a
small hole in the window paper...
The scene inside made Kong Yun feel like he was about to collapse. Tang Ruoxi lay on her back on the bed. Kong Yun could only see her
beautiful legs, which were raised. Her black pantyhose were torn to shreds, the remaining fabric clinging to her legs like a fishnet. One
high heel lay on the floor, her delicate toes being sucked by the man. His wife let out high-pitched moans. Her
snow-white buttocks thrust against him... Kong Yun felt as if time itself had been diluted...
Late at night, Zhu Shuiliu sat on the roof of his house in Qingyang City, hugging his knees. He clutched the
jade pendant that had been smashed in two. Zhang Juzheng had shattered his jade, but it had spurred another breakthrough in his "Heaven-Defying Technique." He didn't know
whether to be happy or sad. These past few days, he had been thinking about how to tell Ling'er about this.
Suddenly, everything went black. A pair of fair hands covered his eyes. Along with that came a faint
fragrance of lotus. Zhu Shuiliu patiently felt the warmth from the fingers. He didn't speak immediately. The woman behind him seemed
in no hurry to wait for an answer. She gently rested her head on Zhu Shuiliu's back, closed her eyes, and inhaled his
scent.
The two leaned on each other like this. Qingyang City slept peacefully at their feet.
After a long while, "It's Ling'er, isn't it?" Zhu Shuiliu whispered the answer, a hint of dejection in his voice.
"How did you know?" Ling'er's eyes were not open. She gently rocked Zhu Shuiliu's body, as if hugging
a childhood rocking horse.
"In Qingyang City, no one plays with me," Zhu Shuiliu thought for a moment. "Other people's children are all supposed to study the classics
. I'm not cut out for that. Their parents don't like me either... I even stole things from the neighbors...
They called me a bastard first... They also called Aunt Mei... It was very nasty... I'm so stupid..." Zhu Shuiliu
didn't know what to say next. He felt something wet on his back.
"Yes, you're stupid, and you're incredibly dumb. You even broke the jade pendant I gave you... and you kept it from
me... You think I'm as stingy as you are? You're utterly stupid."
"No... that's..." Zhu Shui Liu turned his head, hurriedly explaining. But he saw Ling'er smiling at
him. Her eyes were full of glistening tears, like those jewel-filled boxes in the Heavenly Palace. Ling'er took Zhu
Shui Liu's right hand, which he was holding, and slowly pried it open. She pieced the two broken pieces of jade together and looked at them in the moonlight. Then
she put one piece into her inner pocket and put the other piece back into Zhu Shui Liu's hand.
"No matter what... we... will always be together."
Sixty years later, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty passed away. Empress Long hanged herself in the Phoenix Palace the next day. The Ministry of Rites, according to the founding emperor's
will, buried the two together in Qingyang. There was no inscription on the tombstone. Only the image of a jade pendant was engraved on it,
the crack in the middle clearly visible…
June and
August are the most prosperous times of the year in Qingyang City. The canal is filled with colorful boats from the southern provinces,
carrying not only treasures and specialties from all over the country, but also young women selected by each province to enter the palace.
They will stay in Qingyang until early September, and after all the fleets from each province have arrived, they
will be escorted to the capital by the imperial navy. For the merchant caravans from various countries who flock to Qingyang, August is also their most fruitful time. They bring back
powder and embroidery from Shu, silk and rouge from Jiangnan, even furs from the Northern Continent, high heels, stockings, and
various glasswares from the Western Continent…
In short, everything that women on this planet like can be found here. The accompanying officials and painters often
spend lavishly to buy expensive gifts for the young women they favor, hoping that someone will
speak well of them to the emperor in the future.
Late at night, Long Ling'er, wearing the high heels she had just bought from a merchant from the Western Continent for two silver coins,
walked cautiously, with Zhu Shuiliu following silently behind. His eyes were fixed on Long Ling'er's stiff ankles,
as if the delicate heels would break and she would fall heavily to the ground.
After a few steps, Long Ling'er gradually adapted to the shoes. Emboldened, she quickened her pace, and
Zhu Shuiliu followed closely behind, his heart in his throat. Suddenly, Long Ling'er jumped up, spun in mid-air
, and landed gracefully. The clatter of her heels against the cobblestones created ripples on the pavement
.
"How about it? Don't I look good?" Long Ling'er put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and proudly
showed off to Zhu Shuiliu. She even occasionally stood on tiptoe, as if wearing the shoes had suddenly made her much taller.
Zhu Shuiliu had been holding his breath since Long Ling'er jumped up, only letting out a long
exhale after she landed safely. He curled his lip indifferently and turned his head away. Long Ling'er looked at the stubborn
boy before her, remembering how she blushed when she received the shoes from the Western Continent merchant, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
She stormed over and shoved Zhu Shuiliu. He took a step back, but seemed unaffected
, his head still turned in the same direction. Long Ling'er looked in the same direction and noticed his attention was
drawn to a flame pattern on the wall beside him. The flames in the picture rose wildly, like a
large bird spreading its wings, ready to take flight at any moment. The paint wasn't completely dry, indicating it had been painted recently, but because it was
painted at night and near the wall, it was difficult for most people to spot.
Long Ling'er looked closely for a while, then became interested: "Hmm… what are they doing here…?" Zhu Shuiliu
turned his head. Looking at Long Ling'er with a puzzled expression,
Zhu Shuiliu said, "This is the symbol used by the Huangji Sect to gather its members. The firebird's beak is used to indicate direction." Long Ling'er
was smug again.
"Many people will never see this kind of pattern in their entire lives. I saw it mentioned in a book in my father's study
." After Long Ling'er's explanation, Zhu Shuiliu realized that the pattern wasn't a flame at all, but a
bird, and a "bird" that most people would never see in their lives.
"What do they do?" Zhu Shuiliu asked curiously.
"It seems to be... fortune telling." Long Ling'er wasn't sure either. She had only
glanced at the pattern casually when she looked through her father's book for fun, and she had long forgotten what the book said.
"Fortune telling?" Zhu Shuiliu stared wide-eyed, both amused and annoyed.
"What kind of sect makes a living solely through fortune-telling? Are they all blind?" Long Ling'er
felt her argument was untenable, but she vaguely remembered reading something like that in a book, though she couldn't recall the specifics.
Young people are competitive, and naturally, she wouldn't admit defeat verbally. Suddenly, an idea struck her.
"Come on, let's follow the marks and see what happens." Long took off her shoes, shoved them into Zhu Shui
Liu's arms without a word, grabbed his arm, and rushed into the vast night.
Standing before a row of houses, both of them were dumbfounded. A red lantern hung from the lintel of each house,
some already extinguished, and the sounds of men and women breathing heavily emanated from the houses. Long Ling'er felt her face burning, as if
roasted by charcoal, while Zhu Shui Liu was equally bewildered—how had they ended up in a brothel?
The two remained silent for a while. Zhu Shuiliu broke the silence softly, "Are we still going in to watch them tell fortunes?"
Long Ling'er didn't respond, but listened intently to something. Suddenly, she pushed open the nearest door and pulled
Zhu Shuiliu inside. Zhu Shuiliu watched as Long Ling'er hurriedly closed the door. Just as he was about to ask, he noticed
Long Ling'er looking around. After looking around, her gaze finally fell on the two
enormous wardrobes in the room. She quickly walked over, pulled open the wardrobe doors, and found that the space inside was just big enough for
two people to hide in. She beckoned to Zhu Shuiliu, pushed him inside without a word, and then stepped in herself.
She closed the wardrobe from the inside.
The closet wasn't very large; the two people standing inside were pressed tightly together. It was mid-August,
and both were wearing only thin gauze garments. Through the thin fabric, the flowing water could feel the girl's delicate skin
and full figure. The fragrance of virginity constantly filled their nostrils, and they felt their inner energy flow suddenly accelerate, their body temperature
rising accordingly. Just as they were feeling awkward, the door to the room was pushed open.
A young woman entered, wrapped from head to toe in a bright yellow cloak, the hem of which occasionally
revealed the soles of a pair of black high heels. Her features were obscured.
After entering the room, she found only two women and a large bed with a curtain drawn. She gracefully
walked to the center of the room, removed the hat covering her head, and bowed slightly towards the closed curtains on the bed: "This humble servant is Wang
Shi, greetings to Mr. Lu." The woman's voice was elegant and noble, dignified yet gentle.
But to the two people in the wardrobe, it was like a bolt from the blue. Both possessed a certain foundation in internal energy,
and their perception far surpassed that of ordinary people. The fact that they had stayed in the room for so long without noticing someone already sitting on the bed
could only mean that the person on the bed was far more powerful than them. Moreover, the person must have known about their hiding in the wardrobe,
but for some reason, hadn't revealed it.
Just as the two were worrying, the person on the bed spoke softly. A single sentence startled them again.
"Your Highness, it is an honor to have traveled so far to this desolate place."
The woman who entered was none other than the current Crown Princess. Zhu Shui Liu's heart trembled. He originally had no feelings for the royal family
, but the sudden arrival of a Crown Princess alone in this desolate brothel aroused his suspicions.
Then Wang said, "Mr. Lu is a scholar of profound learning, capable of knowing past and present lives. Even the current Emperor has repeatedly
summoned him but has been unable to grant me an audience. I have some doubts, concerning the future of my family, and have long sought your guidance. Today, I am fortunate to have
met you, and I beg you to enlighten me."
The person on the bed remained silent for a long time before saying, "Has the Crown Princess come here to inquire about the whereabouts of the Nine Nether Blade?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Shui Liu's heart surged again. The Nine Nether Blade was her father Zhu Lang's personal weapon.
Legend has it that this blade contains the power to reverse the universe, and it is not something an ordinary person can wield. The reason her father was suspected by the Emperor was...
This was somewhat related to her. Long Ling'er was also filled with doubt at this moment. Who in the world could
disobey even the emperor's summons and possess the ability to understand the world? Could it be...?
"Before coming to see you, sir, I had some doubts about the rumors circulating in the streets. But after hearing your words, I
have no more doubts. You are highly talented, and I'm afraid nothing in the world can be hidden from you."
"Your Highness is too kind. I am only a novice, and I should tell you the truth to gain the favor of the royal family. But this Nine Nether
Blade is a heaven-defying object, and it has its own spirit. Although Your Highness is highly skilled in martial arts and can be considered the best among the princes
, I'm afraid he is not capable enough to control this object. If you want to use this object to defy the heavens and ascend to the throne, in the end, it
will probably all be a mirage."
At this point, Zhu Shui Liu suddenly understood. It turned out that this woman was the current Crown Prince's wife, Lady Wang, whose father was
Wang Yanqiu, a high-ranking official and Minister of Rites. Now, the founding emperor is advanced in years and has six sons. The court
officials are mainly divided into two factions, supporting the crown prince and the second prince respectively.
In recent years, the second prince has led troops in battles in the south of the empire, achieving numerous military merits and gathering a group of powerful
generals under his command. Furthermore, Kong Meng, the second son of the imperial prime minister and commander of the Imperial Guard responsible for the capital's defense, publicly
supported the second prince two years ago. The crown prince's position is becoming increasingly precarious. Lady Wang, fearing that her husband's failure in the succession struggle would implicate
the family, specifically sought Mr. Lu's guidance on the whereabouts of the Nine Nether Blade, hoping to reverse the tide.
Upon hearing this, a fleeting look of disappointment crossed the Crown Princess's face, and she hurriedly asked, "Then, sir, do you have
any other remedies?"
Mr. Lu pondered for a long time, "The affairs of fate are all predetermined and cannot be changed by human power. However, if the Crown Princess
wishes to ensure the safety of her family, I do have a plan."
Upon hearing this, Madam Wang's beautiful eyes lit up, and as if she had thought of something, a hint of shyness appeared on her face.
She replied in a trembling voice, "Since you have such a good plan, sir, please enlighten me. I am but a humble woman. If I catch your eye, everything...
will be at your disposal..." Her voice was almost inaudible as she spoke the last few words.
"So the Crown Princess already knows my rules," the man on the bed laughed. "
I've long admired the Crown Princess's beauty. To be able to share this moment with her today is truly a blessing. After this spring night, I have a plan to send her off."
At that moment, the curtain that had been tightly drawn at the head of the bed slowly opened...
A refined scholar sat upright within, his fair face framed by deep eyes that seemed to see through the world
, and even through himself. Wang Shi dared not look too closely, and could only lower her head, gently unbuttoning her cloak, and
taking small steps to the bedside. She was unsure whether to sit or stand, simply leaning against the corner of the bed, not daring to move.
She thought of her husband as the Crown Prince, and herself as a delicate and precious person. If it weren't for helping His Highness ascend the throne,
why would she have come here to suffer such humiliation? If one day she were to become Empress, ruling the land, and this sordid affair were to be exposed again, wouldn't she
be forever stigmatized?
Then, a thought struck her. Since she was already here, she wouldn't hesitate. For the sake of her husband and family's safety, she would let
him have his way. Besides, this scholar was exceptionally handsome; to consummate the marriage with him wouldn't be beneath her. So
she abruptly raised her head and looked at him.
Lu Qianye understood that she was a virgin, and an elegant noblewoman, unlikely to possess any knowledge of courtesans.
Therefore, he took the initiative to extend a pair of her delicate hands, gently playing with them, and silently recited, "Hands like tender shoots, skin like congealed cream, neck like
a cicada's neck,"
Wang Shi, with her profound family learning, naturally added, "Teeth like melon seeds, a beautiful forehead and arched eyebrows, a charming smile, beautiful eyes
."
"I didn't expect Your Highness to be so well-versed in literature," Lu Qianye teased.
"Ah?" Wang Shi hadn't expected that in her moment of confusion, she had fallen for his tricks, reciting such lewd and suggestive words.
These were the very poems she had secretly read during her youthful infatuation; didn't this just show that she was born wanton?
Her face flushed. Seeing the woman's flushed face, Lu Qianye did n't
hold back. He pulled her close, embracing her and feeling her
curvaceous body. He kissed her cheek; it seemed this woman wasn't wearing makeup to conceal her identity,
but she was naturally beautiful.
Suddenly embraced by a strange man, she panicked. She wanted to push him away, but then realized she was offering herself,
and felt even more shy. Her body stiffened, allowing him to grope her.
Her phoenix eyes were slightly closed as she felt his hands sliding over her body. Suddenly, she felt her belt loosen and
a cool sensation on her shoulders; her undergarment was gone. In the summer heat, she was only wearing a bra underneath. Today, she was wearing thick clothes
to avoid getting too hot, and she hadn't even worn an undergarment. Wasn't this just inviting ridicule from this scholar?
Just as she was lost in thought, Lu Qianye's hands had already reached for her breasts, gently caressing them through her bodice
. Usually, the Crown Prince would just grab and grab haphazardly before rushing into intercourse; how could he be so different from others?
She didn't even know what words to use.
One hand caressed her breasts, while the other slipped under her skirt, gently sliding from her slender calves to her full
thighs, then towards her private parts. Startled, the noblewoman quickly tightened her thighs, but this only made her
hold the man's arm firmly. She had been trying to keep him at bay, but now it seemed she was reluctant to let go, her heart in turmoil.
Lu Qianye didn't rush in, but slowly slid, feeling the firm elasticity of her full thighs, his lips
moving from her cheek to her fragrant lips.
The Crown Princess instantly blushed, her rosy lips captured by his, and his tongue was
inching forward, licking her teeth, wanting to enter her mouth. Just as she was pondering how to deal with it
, a sudden pain shot through her thigh. The wicked man had pinched her, and in her panic, he had managed to take
advantage of her from both sides.
His tongue moved in and out of her delicate mouth, sucking her saliva, while his other hand
caressed her clitoris. Although her underpants covered her, it still made her incredibly shy.
After enjoying her sweet saliva, Lu Qianye gently bit the Crown Princess's already blushing earlobe,
and with one hand pulled open her pale yellow bra, revealing a pair of full, white breasts. He couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. This
beauty must usually adhere to the rules of propriety to appear virtuous and gentle, even tightly binding her breasts, afraid of being
laughed at. Today, let me help you experience the pleasures of human relations.
Thinking of this, he grasped her beautiful breasts with one hand, while the other, through her underpants, caressed her delicate lips
and sweet petals, gently nibbling at her shy earlobe. Wang had never experienced such tenderness before; a
jolt of pleasure coursed through her ears, breasts, and private parts, making her involuntarily let out a soft, pleasurable
moan, "Mmm..." Though faint, it was
clearly audible to Lu Qianye, who was so close and possessed astonishing hearing.
Noticing his smiling face, Wang, already aroused, knew her moans had been heard and felt even more
embarrassed. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him, biting her lip to prevent the shameful sound from escaping.
Unable to see, her senses became even more acute; she felt Lu Qianye's lips reach her chest, licking and teasing between her peaks and valleys, while simultaneously, he pressed 　　and twisted
her clitoris through her underpants .
Muffled moans escaped her throat, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Seeing her closed phoenix eyes, seemingly ready to be taken, the man intensified his movements, biting down on
the beauty's erect nipple.
Wang could no longer restrain herself, crying out, "Ah...ah ah...ah..." At the same time, her body tensed,
her lower abdomen trembled, and a surge of heat gushed from her already burning vagina, splashing onto her soaked undergarments and
the man's hands.
Ah, so good! Wang reached her first orgasm. The Crown Prince rarely slept with her,
and she was always reserved and proper, always finishing quickly. She never expected to climax under a man she had just met
, and he had only used his fingers, without even removing her clothes. Was she truly a
born slut?
Looking at the dazed beauty beneath him, Lu Qianye proudly waved his hand in front of her. Not only was his palm
covered in translucent fluid, but even his fingers were adorned with glistening threads. Just as Wang was about to turn away,
he pulled her back, saying, "Your Highness, your hand has been stained by your hand. If you can't figure it out later, it could
cause a major blunder."
Wang, unsure whether he was telling the truth, softly replied, "I will clean it up for you, sir." Just as she was about to get up,
"Ah..." Her sacred space beneath her was attacked again as the man's other hand pressed down on it.
"Sir...this...how can I...get a handkerchief to help...help you wipe yourself
...ah...ah..."
"Your Highness is mistaken. As the saying goes, 'Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents, and we dare not damage them; this is the beginning of filial piety.' Now, what I hold in my hand
comes from your body, so of course I must return it intact."
Lu Qianye teased her already moist lips with his fingers while reciting the Classic of Filial Piety. The opening chapter
made Wang feel as if she were promiscuous in front of a sage. She had forgotten the etiquette she had upheld for many years, and her lower body
trembled again with a sense of immorality, and another orgasm came.
"This...this servant will serve...sir, please...please...please..." She trembled and stuck out
her fragrant tongue, slowly licking her own sour body fluids, feeling her lower body become even hotter and more unbearable. Cries of pleasure rose up,
"Mmm, mmm, mmm...ah..."
Watching the two of them playing adult games on the bed, Zhu Shuiliu also felt hot, and his lower body slowly
rose. By this time, Ling'er was already drenched in fragrant sweat. She was larger than Shui Liu, and girls develop
earlier, already experiencing the first stirrings of passion. Watching this erotic scene, her lower body itched incessantly; her bare toes curled
and rubbed slightly against her thighs.
Suddenly, she felt something pressing against her front, not directly, but not far
off, making her even more uncomfortable. She wanted to move closer, but feared the experts outside would notice; she wanted Zhu Shui Liu
to restrain himself, but how could she, a virgin, bring it up?
Zhu Shui Liu, on the other hand, felt a surge of pleasure; touching the woman's body lessened his burning desire.
Seeing the beauty beneath him completely aroused, Lu Qianye stopped teasing, removed his own clothes, and pulled
off the beauty's already soaked underpants. Lifting her two long, beautiful legs, she gazed at the lush, beaded mound
of flowers and said, "A single red blossom, dew-laden and fragrant, the Crown Princess is truly beautiful everywhere, her beauty is everywhere
."
At this moment, Wang was almost dying of shame. She was now exposed, her clothes disheveled, and being
harassed by this...this wicked man. She wanted to die. But if she didn't reply, she feared offending this villain. What if he
denied it later? Wouldn't she lose both her dignity and her reputation?
She could only force herself to open her eyes. Before she could answer, she saw two Western high heels, one intact,
the other already hanging precariously from her slender toes. Even more unbearable was that he had actually
pulled her underpants down to her ankles, tying them there, her own lustful fluids flowing down, making her legs
feel like water droplets rolling, and sending a tingling sensation through her lower body.
Lu Qianye seized the opportunity to advance, striking straight at the heart of the matter. His thick penis plunged into the secret passage of the Crown Princess,
a paradise reserved only for the future Emperor.
"Ah...ah ah..." The screams of the beauty beneath him, barely half-exposed, were suppressed. Although the Crown Prince
was highly skilled in martial arts, his penis was not particularly long, and our Crown Princess possessed a unique and intricate beauty,
so her flower path was not fully explored. Our Mr. Lu was doing his duty to the nation,
completely opening up the future Empress's fragrant orifice.
The Crown Princess cried out in a seductive chorus, uttering all sorts of lewd and wanton moans.
"Ah...ah...gentle...sir...I feel like I'm...I'm being penetrated all the way in...
um...that's...that's mine...ah...brother's inside...so good...um...it feels
so good...ah...I'm going to...ah...I'm going to fly..."
If an ordinary man were to be moaned like this by the beauty beneath him, especially one of such noble and illustrious status,
he would have already ejaculated. Lu Qianye, being an expert in this area, naturally wouldn't surrender so easily. He had the wanton
concubine completely limp, drooling.
This caused Zhu Shuiliu in the cabinet to become parched. The girl's fragrance in his mouth and nose had already made him somewhat unable to control himself
, and now his erection was even longer. It was about to burst out of his pants, the tip already pressing into the clothes of the girl opposite him.
Inside the object.
Outside, Lu Qianye rolled the woman's body over; Wang Shi beneath him was completely powerless, at his mercy. A smooth, round,
fragrant buttocks were displayed before the man. Lu Qianye showed no mercy, mounting her with his spear, driving the Crown Princess to the brink
of madness.
"You...you hate me...ah...you bad man...if you keep doing this...I...I'm going to lose my virginity again..."
Even though this shameful address came from her own lips, it was still unbearable for Wang Shi.
Just then, she heard a soft voice behind her, "Your Highness, please listen, what's that sound from next door?" Startled, Wang Shi thought
her affair had been exposed, and her lower body tightened, narrowly preventing Mr. Lu from losing control.
Realizing nothing was wrong, she felt relieved. Then she heard the same voice from next door, "Oh...you...
ah...so strong...oh...so good...oh...it's piercing...piercing Chunhong's heart...uh...
but...oh...don't...don't go so fast...Chunhong...has no strength left...uh...so fast...I
can't take it...ah...so good...so you're...so amazing too...uh..."
It was...it was the voice of the prostitute next door. She felt a wave of shame and regret; she had done
the same shameful thing as them. Tears streamed down her face.
Suddenly, she felt Lu Qianye kiss her cheek from behind. "Seeing you cry, Madam, I can't bear it
. Actually, Madam doesn't need to worry. This is just a pleasure between men and women, don't you think?" He then
began to move inside her.
Looking at his refined smile, Wang Shi, who had never been treated so gently by her husband, was secretly moved. Such a young scholar
, such talent—if he were a successful candidate in the imperial examinations, how wonderful it would have been if she had married him back then. "Alright,
let's be husband and wife for one night."
So she opened her heart and wholeheartedly yielded. During the thrusts, every touch of his own fleshy buttocks caused her vaginal walls to tremble. Then
… he slapped this peach-like spot, and her vulva trembled again. So he slapped and
slapped again and again on this plump place.
Just when the beauty was about to reach her limit, Lu Qianye whispered, "Your Highness, I am about to reveal a heavenly secret."
Hearing this, the Crown Princess quickly turned around and saw that this wicked man was actually using the honey dripping from her vulva
to write on her round, upturned buttocks.
To feel clearly, she could only focus all her attention on her rear, but this brought her sensitivity
to its peak. With each powerful thrust, she struggled to remember the words. When the last word was written, Wang
's honeyed cave suddenly trembled violently, and a large gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, drenching Lu Qianye's penis.
"Ahhhhhh..." The Crown Princess screamed, fainting on the already soaked bed...
The next day at noon. Long Ling'er and Zhu Shuiliu emerged from the wardrobe, each rubbing their slightly swollen calves. Meanwhile,
on the official road, Crown Princess Wang lay in her carriage, pondering the four characters Lu Qianye had left her: "Encountering water, one
finds life.
" The morning sunlight streamed through the window, making her feel slightly hot. She suddenly recalled Lu Qianye
's handsome face and the unprecedented climax he had given her, and her lower body became moist again
.

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