The Flower Calamity in Dream of the Red Chamber, Chapter 46

In the first episode, Chapter 4, "The Flower Tribulation,"

Fengjie and Baoyu, brother and sister, alighted from their carriage hand in hand. You Shi, wife of Jia Zhen, and Qin Shi, wife of Jia Rong, along with many concubines, maids, and wives, were already waiting to greet
them at the ceremonial gate. You Shi, seeing the siblings' rosy complexions, smiled and said, "It's been half a month, and you two look much better, radiant."
Fengjie, usually eloquent, blushed slightly due to what had happened in the carriage and quickly changed the subject. Qin Keqing, a shrewd and perceptive woman like Fengjie, watched Baoyu with a half-smile. Baoyu, seeing this, felt his face burn and his forehead sweat slightly. Without realizing it, he released Fengjie's hand.
The maid's carriage arrived, and Xiren came forward to wipe the fine sweat from Baoyu's forehead, asking in surprise, "You've only been in the carriage for a short while, why are you sweating so much?"
Baoyu stammered, "It was hot in the carriage."
After a few laughs and chats, they all went into the main room to sit down. After Qinshi served tea, Fengjie said, "What did you invite me here for? What good things do you have to offer me? Bring them up quickly, I have other matters to attend to." Before Youshi and Qinshi could reply, several concubines on the floor laughed and said, "If Second Mistress hadn't come today, that would have been fine, but now that she's here, we can't let her get away with it." Just then, Jia Rong came in to pay his respects, but Fengjie didn't even glance at him.
Qin Keqing noticed this and stepped forward with a smile, "What a coincidence! The brother that Uncle Bao wanted to see last time is here today too, probably in the study. Why don't you go and see him, Uncle Bao?"
Upon hearing this, Baoyu immediately got off the kang (heated brick bed) to leave. Fengjie had heard rumors of how handsome and dashing young Qin Zhong was, and had long wanted to see him. She said, "Since that's the case, why not invite this young master Qin in so I can have a look? Do you think I can't bear to see him?"
Youshi, secretly worried, laughed, "No, no need to see him. He's not like our children, used to roughhousing and playing. Other people's children are all so well-behaved; if they suddenly see your impoverished daughter, they'll be laughed at to death."
Fengjie, however, wouldn't back down, laughing, "I'd rather not be laughed at by everyone in the world than by this little kid!"
Jia Rong, also harboring ulterior motives, smiled and advised: “That’s not what I’m saying. He’s shy and hasn’t seen much of a scene before.
If your aunt sees him, she’ll be furious.” Fengjie glared at him and said, “No matter what he looks like, I want to see him! Don’t talk nonsense. If you don’t bring him to see me, I’ll give you a good slap.”
Jia Rong hurriedly said with a grin, “I won’t hesitate anymore. I’ll go and bring him right away.”
As he spoke, he indeed brought back a young man. He was slightly thinner than Baoyu, with delicate features, fair skin and red lips, a handsome figure, and elegant manners. He seemed to be even more charming than Baoyu. However, he was timid and shy, with the demeanor of a young girl. He bowed and greeted Fengjie demurely.
Fengjie was almost mesmerized. She adored handsome young boys like him, nudged Baoyu, and laughed, "He's outshone!" She then leaned over and took the boy's hand, ordering him to sit beside her. She gently asked him: how old he was, what books he read, how many brothers he had, and what his formal name was, her tone very affectionate. Qin Zhong blushed and answered each question.
Someone had already run back to the mansion to inform Jia Lian's concubine-maid, the pretty Ping'er. Ping'er knew that Fengjie and Qin Shi were very close, so she dared not be disrespectful. She sent over a bolt of cloth and two small gold ingots inscribed with "Top Scholar" as a gift. Fengjie still laughed and said it was too simple.
Qin Shi and the others thanked her. After a while, they ate dinner, and then You Shi, Fengjie, Qin Shi, and the others played dominoes—that goes without saying.
Upon seeing Qin Zhong's outstanding character, Baoyu felt a sense of loss and remained in a daze for half a day. A delirious, infatuated feeling arose within him, and he thought to himself, "There are such men in the world! Now I seem like a worthless pig in comparison. How I hate that I was born into this noble family! If I had been born into a poor, lowly family, I would have long ago befriended him, and my life wouldn't have been in vain. Although I am more noble than him..." "You know, even the finest silks and brocades are nothing more than covering this dead log of mine; fine wine and lamb are nothing more than filling this cesspool and muddy ditch. The word 'wealth and honor' has been utterly ruined by me!"
Qin Zhong, upon seeing Bao Yu's outstanding appearance and extraordinary demeanor, coupled with his golden crown, embroidered robes, and pampered servants, thought to himself, "Indeed, Bao Yu is no wonder people dote on him. It's a pity I was born into a poor family and can't be close to him. It shows that 'poverty' limits people, and is one of the greatest unpleasant things in the world." The two were lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, Bao Yu asked him what books he read. Qin Zhong, upon being asked, answered truthfully. After exchanging about ten sentences, they gradually became intimate.
Soon, tea and fruit were laid out, and Bao Yu said to the maids, "We two don't drink wine. Put the fruit on the small kang (heated brick bed) and we'll sit there, so as not to bother you." He then pulled Qin Zhong into the room to drink tea.
Hearing this, Qin Keqing busied herself arranging wine and fruit for Fengjie, then hurried in and smiled at Baoyu, saying, "Uncle Bao, if your nephew says anything careless, please watch over me and don't pay him any attention. Although he's shy, he's quite strong-willed and not very easygoing."
For some reason, Baoyu felt a sense of warmth and joy upon seeing Keqing, and smiled, "Go ahead, I understand."
Qin Keqing then bowed her head and whispered some more instructions to her brother before going out to accompany Fengjie. Qin Zhong, however, blushed and dared not look at Baoyu any longer.
After a while, Fengjie and Youshi sent someone to ask Baoyu, "What would you like to eat? There's food outside, just go." Baoyu simply agreed, but he had no interest in food or drink. Annoyed by the questions, he asked someone to close the door and tell the maids to leave, so he could only talk intimately with Qin Zhong.
Qin Zhong thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “My teacher passed away last year, and my father is old and disabled, burdened with official duties, so we haven’t discussed hiring another teacher yet. Right now, I’m just reviewing my old lessons at home. To truly improve my studies, I need one or two close friends to accompany me, and we can discuss things together regularly.” As he spoke, a faint blush crept across his face, a sight that was as sweet as honey.
Bao Yu’s heart stirred, and before he could finish, he replied, “That’s right. We have a family school where those in the clan who can’t afford a teacher can study. Relatives among the children can also attend. My teacher went home last year, so my studies have been neglected. My father also wants to send me there temporarily to review my old lessons, until my teacher returns next year, and then we can each study at home. My grandmother said, firstly, there are too many children in the family school, and she fears they might become too naughty; secondly, I’ve been sick for a few days, so we’ll postpone it for now.” "Leave it for now. So, your father is also worried about this matter. Why don't you tell him when you go back today? Come to our humble school, and I'll accompany you. It'll benefit both of us, wouldn't that be a good thing?"
Seeing that Baoyu understood, Qin Zhong was secretly pleased and said charmingly, "I'd like to grind ink and clean the inkstone for Uncle Bao. Why don't we finish it quickly? That way, neither of us will be idle, we can chat and get together often, we can comfort our parents, and we can enjoy the pleasure of friendship. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" His words were double-edged, and his eyes seemed to contain a hint of unnamed affection.
Baoyu heard and saw this and was captivated. He reached out and took Qin Zhong's hand, finding it soft and smooth, unlike a man's hand. He said, "Don't worry, don't worry. When we get back, we'll tell your brother-in-law, sister, and sister-in-law Lian. You go home today and tell your father, and I'll go back and tell my grandmother. There's no reason not to finish it quickly." The two agreed and smiled knowingly, each feeling utterly captivated.
Baoyu couldn't bear to let go of Qin Zhong's hand, holding and caressing it as if entranced. Qin Zhong remained silent, letting Baoyu admire and caress him. His jade-like face grew increasingly flushed, and his eyes became hazy, even more beautiful than a woman's alluring gaze. Baoyu looked up and was stunned.
Qin Zhong, experienced in such matters, suddenly said, "Uncle Bao, have you ever had a friend like me?"
Baoyu didn't understand, but answered haphazardly, "No, where in the world can you find another person like you?"
Qin Zhong laughed, his smile as alluring as a flower, and said, "Uncle Bao, why are you holding my hand like this?"
Baoyu's face flushed, but he didn't let go, staring at him and saying, "I used to hate men the most, but I don't know why, after seeing you, my heart can't bear to leave you." This was the truth; he often said, "Men are made of mud, women are made of water." But now, seeing this water-like man, he couldn't help but be captivated.
Qin Zhong gazed at Bao Yu for a moment, then got up and moved to sit beside him, walking around the small table on the kang (heated brick bed) laden with fruit and pastries. He whispered in Bao Yu's ear, his breath sweet as orchids, "Your heart is truly like that."
Bao Yu, seeing him so close and hearing such words, felt a surge of sweetness in his heart and nodded, saying, "Absolutely true, without the slightest falsehood."
Qin Zhong then leaned closer, and Bao Yu hurriedly embraced him, feeling his soft, graceful figure and slender waist, as if he were truly holding a woman.
Qin Zhong's arms also encircled Bao Yu's waist, and he murmured, "It's hot, Uncle Bao, could you help me take off my outer garment?" Bao Yu's heart pounded, and he clumsily loosened Qin Zhong's belt and removed his clothes, touching his soft, smooth skin, as supple as a woman's. He couldn't help but be captivated. Qin Zhong, without a word, readily reciprocated.
Baoyu said dreamily, "We're both men, how come you're so much prettier than me?"
Qin Zhong laughed, "Not at all, Uncle Bao is the real handsome man. I just look like a girl, I don't have that manly air."
Baoyu said, "That's for the best. Men are just muddy things." He paused for a moment and said, "There's no one else here, let's call each other brothers, or you can just call each other by our names."
Qin Zhong said, "I wouldn't dare."
Baoyu said, "Don't worry, I like it that way."
Qin Zhong smiled and said, "Then I'll call you 'Brother Yu,' okay? You can call me by my nickname 'Little Zhong' like my sister does."
Baoyu happily said, "That's it, Little Zhong."
Qin Zhong also called out "Brother Yu" in a very pleasant voice, and Baoyu happily responded.
After a moment of intense passion, the two became intimate again. Qin Zhong, wanting to seduce Bao Yu, used his seductive tricks, his actions becoming increasingly lewd, causing Bao Yu's heart to flutter. Suddenly, blushing, Bao Yu blurted out, "Little Zhong, would you let me see your lower half, to see if it's different from mine?"
Qin Zhong remained silent, his face growing increasingly red. After a while, he began to loosen the handkerchief around his waist. Bao Yu was overjoyed and, taking advantage of the situation, said with a lewd grin, "Take it all off." Qin Zhong
's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't resist giving Bao Yu's face a light pinch, saying with a smile, "If you want to see someone's lower half, why do you have to take them all off?" Bao Yu didn't know how to answer, but then he saw Qin Zhong already undressing.
Qin Zhong removed his clothes one by one, folding them neatly and placing them on the bedside table. His body was gradually revealed, and when he was completely naked, Bao Yu was already stunned. It turned out that Qin Zhong's skin was incredibly smooth and white, soft and delicate. Bao Yu thought and thought, and realized that of all the women he had ever seen, only Xue Baochai could compare to him. Even top-tier women like Feng Jie, Daiyu, and Qingwen might pale in comparison. Moreover, he had a slender and graceful figure, a willow-like waist, lotus-like arms, snow-white hips, and long legs. Except for his flat chest, every part of him was beautifully sculpted, surpassing even women in beauty, making Bao Yu love him even more.
Bao Yu stepped forward to look at his lower body, but Qin
Zhong covered it with both hands, staring at Bao Yu and saying, "Brother Yu, it's only fair if I see yours too." Bao Yu didn't mind at all, and quickly stripped naked, leaving Qin Zhong staring intently. Qin Zhong sighed, "What man can compare to Brother Yu?" The two then brought their private parts closer together, admiring each other, completely captivated.
Baoyu's penis was thick and large, with a prominent, upward-curving glans and a smooth, white shaft, making it look quite imposing. Qin Zhong's penis, on the other hand, was covered with a layer of pinkish-red skin, with a pointed glans and a slender shaft, appearing quite long and delicate, which was rather alluring.
Baoyu reached out and grasped it, saying, "What a delightful treasure."
Qin Zhong also reached out and gently stroked Baoyu's penis, secretly astonished that none of the men he had ever met before had such a large one. She breathed softly and said, "It's much thinner than Brother Yu's." Baoyu
shook his head and said, "Mine is no good. Compared to yours, it's just a vulgar thing."
The two embraced and fondled each other, enjoying themselves immensely. After a while, Baoyu's desire burned fiercely, but he didn't know what to do. He sighed, "It's a pity you're not a woman." "You can't let me have my way with you."
Qin Zhong smiled and said, "As long as Brother Yu doesn't mind, there are still places on my body that can ignite your
passion." Bao Yu's hands roamed all over his body, everything he touched was soft and smooth, and he said breathlessly, "Where? Where on your body can I find anything I don't like!"
Qin Zhong left Bao Yu's embrace, rolled over and lay down, his jade-like buttocks raised high, and looked back at Bao Yu with a charming gaze. His body was slender, his limbs were long and thin, and his skin was extremely white and tender. Lying there, he looked just like a charming young woman.
Bao Yu's heart pounded wildly, and he pointed to Qin Zhong's snowy buttocks and said, "You mean this place?" Qin Zhong nodded, his face flushed.
Baoyu hesitated slightly, then, seeing Qin Zhong's two jade-like buttocks, so exquisitely rounded and smooth, with skin as white as snow, he couldn't resist any longer and leaned forward. He saw a small pink chrysanthemum at the center of the buttocks, so delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch, and the surrounding area was clean. His heart no longer held any qualms, so he picked up his jade pestle, aimed it at the tip, and tried for a while, but couldn't penetrate.
Qin Zhong buried his face in the pillow and giggled. Baoyu blushed, hearing him say from below, "Brother Yu, how can such gentleness bring you pleasure? Your treasure is much bigger than others', use more force." He inadvertently let slip the words, but fortunately, Baoyu was only focused on Qin Zhong's delicate buttocks and didn't hear what he said.
Baoyu tried again with renewed effort, but even though his glans ached, he still couldn't penetrate. He said sheepishly, "If I try harder, I'm afraid you'll hurt too."
Qin Zhong sat up, glared at Baoyu, and said, "I've never seen anyone so delicate!" Then he bent down and took Baoyu's large penis into his mouth, skillfully and expertly sucking on it.
Baoyu felt a surge of confusion, yet found the sensation utterly intoxicating.
Qin Zhong sucked on Bao Yu's penis for a while, then spat it out. It was covered in slippery saliva. He stared at Bao Yu and said, "I only do this to you, you know?" Before Bao Yu could answer, he bent down and raised his snowy buttocks, saying, "Brother Yu, come again. If it still doesn't work this time, I can't help you."
Bao Yu then tried again, but it was still very difficult to penetrate. However, he was consumed by lust and afraid that Qin Zhong would laugh at him, so he hardened his heart and thrust hard again. Qin Zhong cried out, "Ouch!" This time, because of the saliva, it finally went in, penetrating more than halfway. The large glans was firmly pressed against Qin Zhong's soft intestines.
Baoyu, not pausing to savor the sensation, hurriedly asked, "Little Zhong, does it hurt?"
Qin Zhong groaned, "Brother Yu, move faster, it's so unbearable." His anus felt as if it were splitting open, yet he also felt Baoyu's jade stem burning hot like charcoal, making the surrounding walls feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Baoyu quickly began thrusting, feeling that the head was tight and narrower than the first time he had played with the two maids, and the muscle texture was clear. Scraping the glans of his jade stem felt strangely wonderful.
Xi Ren, waiting outside for a long time without any movement, wondered if Bao Yu had called for anything. She gently pushed open the door and peeked out, immediately blushing with embarrassment. She saw her beloved Bao Yu kneeling behind Qin Zhong, both men completely naked. She couldn't help but feel annoyed, thinking, "I've heard people say that homosexuality exists, and it turns out it really does! Men can actually have sex like this! I didn't believe it when I heard about it. Sigh... This young master Bao is really lucky; he gets to try all sorts of things."
After a while, Bao Yu felt Qin Zhong's buttocks becoming increasingly slippery and pleasurable. He couldn't help but whisper, "Little Zhong, you're even producing lustful fluids like a woman. How interesting!"
It turns out that the anus also has glands, and when stimulated to a certain degree, it naturally produces lubricating mucus.
Qin Zhong moaned softly below, her voice as alluring as a woman's: "Mmm, what comes out of my buttocks, the ancient books call it oil." She paused, then cried out again, "Ah...ah...Brother Yu, are you happy, little Zhong?"
Bao Yu blurted out, "Yes, wonderful!" Dizzy with pleasure, he thought, "So men can be this ecstatic with other men."
Then he heard Qin Zhong hum softly, "How does it compare to a girl?"
Baoyu, kneeling behind him, thrust deeply, finding the moment perfect, and blurted out, "Even more beautiful than those women."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qin Zhong further seduced the young master, twisting his slender waist and gently parting his snowy buttocks, and casually asked, "So, will you favor me or them from now on?"
Baoyu, aroused beyond words, felt his penis, still inside Baoyu's anus, swell even more, and he answered joyfully, "I'll favor you." This immediately made Hua Xiren, who was peeping outside the door, nearly vomit blood in anger.
Qin Zhong, feeling pleased, kept turning back to look at him, his eyes brimming with alluring charm, surpassing even a woman's by a third, and uttering all sorts of seductive and wanton words, all to bewitch Baoyu behind him.
Baoyu stirred and thrust dozens more times, just as he was about to lose control, when he heard Qin Zhong say in a trembling voice, "Little Zhong'er is about to... about to ejaculate because of you, Brother Yu, could you... could you use your hand to help me in the front?"
Baoyu quickly reached out and grasped Qin Zhong's jade stem, stroking it back and forth. After only twenty or thirty strokes, he heard Qin Zhong moan softly, "I can't take it anymore, I'm about to ejaculate, Brother Yu, help me... help me faster!"
Baoyu then stroked his slender jade stem rapidly, and his thrusts went even deeper. The glans seemed to hit something soft yet hard, a very strange sensation, quite different from a woman's clitoris, yet incredibly pleasurable to rub. Qi asked, "Little Zhong, what is this? Does a person's buttocks have a 'flower heart'?"
Qin Zhong replied absentmindedly, "That's the end of the intestines, called 'flower liver' in ancient books. It's not very durable... Oh dear, I can't hold back anymore, I'm really going to ejaculate!"
Bao Yu, completely infatuated, vigorously teased and injured Qin Zhong, then groaned, "The word 'ejaculate' is indecent, it sounds like something a man would use. You should say 'lost' instead."
Qin Zhong cried out, his body convulsing, and said as if his heart was breaking, "Brother Yu... Brother Yu, I've been played with until I lost it!" The jade stem that Bao Yu was holding swelled up several times, and drops of white fluid had already spurted from its tip. He was already prepared, and he grabbed a snow-white handkerchief and covered himself tightly with it.
Seeing Qin Zhong's seductive demeanor, Bao Yu could no longer restrain himself. He thrust violently a dozen more times, almost pulling Qin Zhong's tender anus out, finally unleashing a torrent of scalding semen deep into Qin Zhong's buttocks… Upon receiving it, Qin Zhong felt that Bao Yu's fluid was quite different from others'. For some reason, his whole body went numb, and his jade stem, which had just ejaculated, involuntarily stiffened, as if about to ejaculate again. He quickly grabbed Bao Yu's hand and vigorously stroked it several times, ejaculating again, trembling as he said, "Brother Yu, you've really ruined me today!"
Outside the door, Xi Ren's undergarments were soaked. Unable to bear it any longer, she went to a secluded corner, pressed her delicate clitoris with her slender fingers, and quickly and vigorously rubbed it for a while. After only a few dozen strokes, her body trembled, and she silently ejaculated.
The two men inside the room, having enjoyed their ecstasy, were even more reluctant to part. Qin Zhong folded the snow-white handkerchief, which was still damp with his own fluids, and waved it in front of Bao Yu, saying shyly, "This has some of my bodily fluids on it, Brother Yu, would you like it?"
Bao Yu, of course, treasured it and hid it in his sleeve. The two then lingered in bed for a long time, uttering all sorts of lewd words. It was truly a case of: "Meeting a handsome boy sparks the interest in homosexuality, mutual pleasure reveals the beauty of male love."
Xi Ren, having lost her virginity, took a while to recover. She wanted to leave, but fearing someone might accidentally barge in and cause a major disaster, she could only anxiously stand guard at the door for them, her mind filled with resentment and wild thoughts.
When it was time to light the lamps, Bao Yu and Qin Zhong emerged hand in hand from the room, their faces still flushed, but both radiant. Xi Ren, who had been guarding the door, hurriedly moved away.
The two saw You Shi, Feng Jie, and others still playing cards in front of them, so they went over to watch for a while. Keqing glanced at her younger brother, then continued playing cards. When it came time to settle the accounts, it turned out that Qin Shi and You Shi had lost the money they had spent on the drinking game. They agreed to have the game
again the day after tomorrow, and immediately ordered someone to bring them food. After dinner, everyone played cards for a while longer, having no time to admire the plum blossoms. Fengjie rose to take her leave, and walked hand in hand with Baoyu.
You Shi and the others saw them off to the main hall, where they saw brightly lit candles and many servants standing on the steps. They encountered the old servant Jiao Da, who was drunk and shouting and cursing.
Seeing how unruly he was, several servants rushed forward, grabbed him, tied him up, and dragged him to the stables. Jiao Da grew increasingly agitated, even blurting out Jia Zhen's words: "I was going to the ancestral hall to cry to the ancestral master,
but who would have thought that such beasts would be born! Every day they steal dogs and play with chickens, some commit incest, some keep their husbands' younger brothers, what don't I know about us 'hiding our broken arms in our sleeves'!" Regardless of how You Shi, Ke Qing, and the other mothers and daughters-in-law felt upon hearing this, the servants, terrified by his outrageous rant, immediately filled his mouth with mud and horse manure.
Feng Jie and Jia Rong, hearing it from afar, pretended not to hear, while Ke Qing, her face pale, bit her lip and remained silent.
Seeing Jiao Da's drunken antics in the carriage, Baoyu found it amusing and pulled at Fengjie, saying, "Sister, listen to him say 'incestuous relationships,' what does 'incestuous relationships' mean?"
Fengjie, upon hearing this, immediately raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! That's the ramblings of a drunkard! What kind of person are you? You didn't hear it, yet you ask! When I get back and tell Madam, I'll give you a good beating!"
Baoyu, frightened, quickly begged, "Good sister, I won't dare do it again." The group then returned to the Rongguo Mansion.
Along the way, the siblings remained silent, and Baoyu didn't cling to Fengjie's arms again, only staring blankly out the carriage window.
Fengjie, who had been aroused by him in the carriage at noon, still felt a surge of desire and secretly hoped for her beloved to come and bother her again. She excused herself, saying, "It's getting late and a bit chilly outside," and lowered the carriage curtain. But Baoyu remained sitting there, like a wooden statue, lost in thought.
Fengjie felt a mixture of love and hate, thinking, "Could it be that when I came at noon pretending to reject him, he actually took it seriously?"
It turned out that Baoyu was actually planning the days when he would go to school with Qin Zhong and see him every day. Indeed: "It's not because of good looks that friendship is difficult, but because of his romantic nature that he begins to study."
Chapter 5 of the first episode, "The Flower Tribulation," describes the "Swing Flower Tribulation.

" Early that morning, Baoyu left the old lady's house to pay his respects and was wondering where to go when he saw several garden women walking by. He didn't pay them any attention at first, but then he noticed a woman among them who stood out from the crowd and looked completely unfamiliar. He looked closer and saw that she was about forty or fifty years old, with fair skin and a plump figure. Although her expression was kind, her features revealed a refined and otherworldly air, and her clothes were very luxurious. She didn't look like a servant at all, so he stopped her and asked her questions.
An old woman replied, "This is Granny Bai, recommended by the Prince of Nan'an's residence. She's a skilled martial artist from the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). Because of the recent troubles with flower thieves in the capital, they've invited her to help look after the garden. It's truly an inconvenience." Granny Bai also came over with a smile and greeted him.
Baoyu asked curiously, "How come I didn't know about the flower thieves in the capital?"
Granny Bai replied with a smile, "It's good that you, young master, are unaware of those petty thefts outside, as you're usually in the manor."
Another old woman chimed in, "We only recently learned about it ourselves, but we've heard it's already quite a scandal in the capital. The flower thief is incredibly elusive; the officials are searching everywhere, but he hasn't been caught yet. That's why the master ordered someone to look after the garden. The Prince of Nan'an's residence heard about this and recommended Granny Bai. We're truly fortunate to have her."
Baoyu nodded and asked no further questions. Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at Granny Bai a few more times, a strange feeling creeping into his heart: "This old woman looks as delicate as Aunt Xue, how could she be a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world)?" Most of the other servants dared not look at Baoyu too much, but Granny Bai met his gaze with a smile, appearing very kind and amiable.
Baoyu was somewhat puzzled, and after thinking for a moment, he went to Jia Lian's courtyard. Ping'er said, "She's over there." He then barged in, just as the couple were sitting on the kang (heated brick bed) talking about this matter. As soon as Feng Jie saw Baoyu, she smiled, beckoned him to sit beside her, and put her arm around his shoulder, smiling and saying, "Why are you here?"
Baoyu saw her affectionate expression, which was the same as usual, but recalling the absurdity in the carriage that day, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and couldn't act naturally anymore. Moreover, Jia Lian was still in front of him, so he said with an awkward smile, "What's going on? There's a flower thief, and the Nan'an Prefecture even sent an old woman to help us patrol the courtyard."
Jia Lian, however, was used to the affectionate relationship between the "siblings" and didn't mind at all. He said, "This flower thief has been causing trouble for quite some time now. It's said that he's ruined quite a few women in the past month or so, but our household only found out now. Yesterday, Master asked me to find someone to help guard the mansion, so I went to Shunyuan Escort Agency to invite a few experienced escorts. But Nan'an Prefecture sent someone themselves to say that those escorts are all men and can't enter the second gate, so they recommended this Granny Bai instead. They say she's a master from some sect in the martial arts world. I think she's even more delicate than your sister-in-law." After saying this, he looked at Feng Jie with a grin.
Fengjie glared at her husband and said, "The Prince of Nan'an's mansion rarely associates with us. Why would they recommend someone now? It must be because someone from our household has entered the palace, and they're unsure of their future prospects, so they want to curry favor and just send someone to make a show of it."
Baoyu then understood somewhat, and then heard Jia Lian say, "This morning, Master called me over again, saying that he heard from everyone that the flower thief is extremely slippery, daring to cause trouble even in broad daylight. A large group of people couldn't catch him, and he's afraid those few bodyguards won't be enough. He wants me to go and invite some more skilled men, and all expenses will be paid by the government. I'll have to make another trip later."
Fengjie said, "Who should we invite this time?" She was shrewd in other matters, but she had no idea how to hire bodyguards.
Jia Lian said, "I've already planned this. I heard that the Zhengxin Martial Arts School in the south of the city was run by a Shaolin Temple disciple who has returned to secular life. They have some really good fighters, much better than the average escort agency. I'll go there later to hire some people."
Baoyu, intrigued, said he wanted to go with Jia Lian.
Fengjie pulled his hand and said, "Good brother, what's so fun about those vulgar places? Stay here and help me write a few words; I have something to ask you later."
Baoyu, eager to see the martial arts school, didn't notice Fengjie's watery gaze and said, "I'll write for you when I get back." Fengjie was inwardly resentful but helpless, so she had to let him have his way.
Baoyu and Jia Lian got into a carriage and left the Rong Mansion, heading south of the city.
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Meanwhile, back at the Ning residence, Jia Rong had finished breakfast and went out to run errands. Qin Shi, having just paid her respects to You Shi, felt listless and lost in thought. She wandered to the back garden and saw a wicker swing hanging forlornly. Thinking, "It's been so long since I've come to play with you. Do you miss me?" she dismissed the other maids, leaving only her close friend Ruizhu. She climbed onto the swing, had Ruizhu push her, and played with great interest for a while.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of sadness, remembering, "Ever since Xiao Zhong'er met that Baoyu, he's rarely come to see me." Her thoughts turned to Baoyu, and for some reason, she felt shy and restless.
Lost in her reverie, Qin Keqing suddenly saw Ruizhu fall backward as if drunk, landing face-up on the grass. Confused, she saw a blur of white and then a figure appear before her. Looking closer, she saw a hideous, blue-green face with a single, curved red horn on its forehead. She nearly fainted from fright, her body going limp as she was about to fall off the swing… but the figure, whether human or ghost, grabbed her and pulled her onto the swing as well.
Qin Keqing was speechless, feeling as if she were being groped from head to toe, and with that ghostly face before her, it was as if she were in a nightmare. The half-human, half-ghost seemed to sniff her face, then spoke in a surprisingly pleasant voice: "Everyone in the capital says Jia Zhen's daughter-in-law is a fairy descended from heaven, and it's certainly true."
Qin Keqing, her breasts grasped, felt immense shyness, but her fear subsided somewhat. Upon closer inspection, she realized the person was wearing a mask, but their eye sockets contained a pair of clear, bright eyes, starkly contrasting with the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) mask. She shouted, "Who are you to dare harass a respectable woman in broad daylight!"
The person didn't answer, a hint of an enigmatic smile playing on their lips. His hands moved and thrust wildly below, making her feel numb all over. Coupled with the intoxicating scent of a man, she almost didn't want to resist...
But she couldn't just let him do this to her like that. Qin Keqing was startled and struggled wildly. Although she was naturally flirtatious and had cheated on her husband, how could she accept this situation?
The masked man had a hundred ways to make Qin Keqing unable to move at all, but he only teased and flirted with her, letting her struggle and preventing her from escaping his grasp, as if he thought this was the only way to have fun.
Keqing struggled on the swing for a while, feeling her hands ache, her waist go weak, and she was covered in fragrant sweat. The purple floral handkerchief around her waist came loose, her silk skirt slipped down and hung on her ankles, revealing a large section of her smooth, jade-like legs. Finally, even her jade brocade bodice was removed, and her pair of pear-shaped breasts bounced out. She was so ashamed that she had nowhere to hide, afraid that the man would see her clearly. She couldn't help but press herself forward, wanting to hide in his arms.
The masked man laughed smugly, saying, "This is called throwing yourself into my arms, but I didn't force you."
Qin Keqing hurriedly pushed him away, clutching her chest with both hands, and cried out helplessly, "My master is a hereditary third-rank official, holding the rank of General Weilie, and my husband is also a student of the Imperial Academy. You're bullying me today; aren't you afraid the authorities will arrest you one day?"
To his surprise, the man laughed, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless arrogance, saying, "Don't mention a mere third-rank title. Even that foolish emperor is just someone I temporarily place there. Who in the world can do anything to me!" He fondled Keqing's soft, pink breasts, his thumb kneading her delicate, rosy nipples, his clear eyes gleaming with lewd light.
Hearing the masked man utter such treasonous words, Keqing knew she couldn't frighten him. She could only hope someone would find her in the back garden, but she regretted her earlier playfulness, having dismissed all the servants.
But soon, Keqing felt uneasy all over, panting heavily, her body sticky with sweat. When the man reached down and touched her, she realized she was already soaking wet. Even the rattan mat on the swing was slippery with her movements, and she blushed with shame.
Her husband, Jia Rong, was quite skilled in bed and very passionate, but compared to this man, it was like child's play. Somehow, even the slightest touch from him made her feel incredibly comfortable.
Seeing Qin Keqing's shy and alluring demeanor, the masked man couldn't resist. He suddenly loosened his belt, pulled out an enormous thing, and inserted it into her vagina, causing Keqing to float up.
Qin Keqing glanced over furtively and was immediately shocked, her face paling. That thing was nearly twice the size of her husband's. Even Jia Rong's member usually gave her a bit of a challenge, let alone this one. She struggled fiercely, but he only held her two white buttocks, spreading her legs and placing them on his broad waist, preventing her from closing them. Then, his massive, hammer-like glans thrust forward, dipping into her tender flower bud, moistening it with slippery nectar, and then steadily and firmly pushed into her delicate opening, step by step. No matter how much Keqing resisted or struggled, he only pressed forward relentlessly.
Strangely, Keqing felt no pain, only a feeling of her flower bud about to burst. She thought that if it went in any further, she wouldn't be able to take it, but even when he thrust all the way in, she didn't die. He had actually taken her deep, precious flower core, and she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. Then, when he moved in and out, she realized what true pleasure was—something beyond words.
The masked man stared at Keqing with gleaming eyes. His expression was hidden behind the mask, but he chuckled softly, "My darling, when are you getting married? Why are you still so tight?"
Keqing was overwhelmed with shame. She felt that the head of the man's penis could almost reach the deepest part of her body, plucking at the tender and sensitive flower at the end of her body. This was far superior to Jia Rong's four or five thrusts out of ten. The thrusts made her spasm and tremble. Moreover, there seemed to be endless changes in the advance and retreat, making it difficult to discern the complex and varied feelings.
The masked man used some kind of magic, and the swing began to sway gently on its own, rising higher and higher. The two of them squeezed onto the small swing frame, making love in a strange and wonderful way. Qin Keqing's pair of snow-white legs dangled from the swing frame, her silk skirt already fallen to the ground. Xiao Xianglian, still wearing pink embroidered shoes, arched and relaxed in mid-air. Against the backdrop of the surrounding green trees, the scene was incredibly enchanting and sensual, but unfortunately, no one else could see it.
Qin Keqing had never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. She felt her heart swaying and floating with the swing, as if she were about to ascend to heaven. Her lower body was being scraped by that hot, enormous thing, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her flower chamber. As it emerged, it felt as if it were dragging her liver out of her vulva; as it entered, it went straight to her deepest depths. That powerful hammer almost felt like it was pushing her heart out of her throat. Her spring water gushed out of her jade vulva, already soaking her, some of it winding down her legs. With each swing of the swing, a few drops flew away, their whereabouts unknown…
The masked man then lewdly teased her, laughing in her ear, “Such a tender flower heart, how come I only met you today?”
Keqing suddenly couldn’t help herself, feeling a tingling sensation in her flower heart, an intense itch that seemed to crawl into her very bones. She whispered softly, “I’m going to lose it.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she was filled with shame and regret, thinking how could she have been played with like this by a stranger in this situation, and so quickly, and what was worse, she had even cried out! In an instant, her face burned with embarrassment, unsure where to put it. She curled up low in his arms, her hands unconsciously clutching his broad back. Her body convulsed, and she bit her cherry lips, hoping to endure it...
But the masked man, experienced and skilled in lewd techniques, suddenly used a powerful, hidden force to twist her at this crucial moment. The force was strangely ruthless, and his large glans seemed to have opened her tender flower's heart deep within, clearly pressing against it, warming her delicate flesh. A faint suction force penetrated directly into her little flower, drawing it out until her soul seemed to leave her body.
Ke Qing cried out, "Aiya!" Her hair stood on end. She heard the man laugh triumphantly, "Little darling, if you can't hold back, spit it all out. Let me taste what grade your flower juice is."
Ke Qing felt languid, and her last bit of endurance vanished. Her flower heart released... The gushing nectar, so imminent, poured out like a torrent. Such exquisite pleasure was unprecedented, and likely would never be again…
The masked man felt streams of oily, soft fluid drenching his glans, the tingling sensation penetrating to the very core of his penis—truly extraordinary. Having experienced countless pleasures, he knew he had encountered a rare treasure, one in a million. He quickly channeled his profound energy to absorb the essence, exclaiming, “Truly a peerless beauty! Not only is she breathtakingly beautiful, but even her flowing yin essence is like the nectar of the Jade Pool!”
Qin Keqing was indescribably beautiful, her small mouth agape, her body trembling and softening, being pleasured to the point of near death by the masked man, experiencing pleasure many times greater than usual.
After a blissful, almost unbearable state, she heard the masked man laugh, “My darling, after today, will you want me?”
Qin Keqing gritted her teeth and shook her head. The man then scooped up Qin Keqing, grabbed her fallen clothes, and leaped and bounded like a white crane, instantly landing on the swing. Before anyone could see clearly, they were behind a rockery. Qin Keqing, unaware that this was the light-footed skill of martial arts masters, was utterly astonished and confused, unable to distinguish whether the man was a god or a ghost.
The masked man placed Qin Keqing among the lush flowers and laughed, "This scenery is delightful. Let me indulge you in another blissful moment and see if you still want me." Because Qin Keqing was exceptionally beautiful, surpassing all the women he had slept with, he intended to use extraordinary methods to subdue her.
Qin Keqing was both terrified and utterly captivated. She thought that if this man did it again, she would surely lose her life.
This time, the masked man stripped Qin Keqing naked, and then stripped himself completely naked as well. The moment their skin touched, Keqing felt incredibly smooth. Stealing a glance, she saw that the man's physique was incredibly strong and muscular, and his skin was exceptionally fair and smooth.
She was instantly mesmerized, only regretting that he still wore that hideous mask. The masked man wrapped Keqing's legs around his waist and fiercely thrust his enormous, erect penis inside her again. A series of skillful thrusts sent her to another ecstasy.
After teasing her for a while, the masked man saw that the beautiful woman beneath him was only biting her lip and enduring the pain. He laughed and said, "This place is secluded and quiet. Even if you scream, no one will hear you. Why put up with it?"
Qin Keqing was extremely ashamed, but her allure only increased, which aroused the man's lust. He lewdly laughed and said, "I'll make you scream!"
This time, the masked man used all sorts of secret techniques, making Qin Keqing's whole body melt. Her flower buds overflowed with honey, and her two jade thighs were as slippery as if soaked in oil, yet she still refused to scream.
For some reason, the masked man suddenly felt a pang of pity and could no longer bear to torment her. He changed to a gentler approach to tease her, his movements light and tender, his lips roaming over her cheeks and neck. After a long time, Qin Keqing began to moan softly, which delighted him like sweet honey.
In a blissful, intoxicating moment, the masked man leaned down and said, "Let me kiss you." Keqing couldn't refuse. Dizzy and dazed, she tilted her head back and parted her lips to kiss him. Though a hideous mask separated them, a sense of infatuation and confusion arose in their hearts.
His tongue explored Keqing's lips, and she couldn't resist entwining it. When he withdrew his tongue, she couldn't help but extend her own slippery little tongue, offering it to the masked man to suckle.
The masked man's technique was exquisite, completely captivating Keqing. Her beautiful legs, which had been forced to drape around his waist, now tightened around him. The two lovers, one inside the other, moved in and out, their exquisite pleasure beyond description.
Keqing's little tongue was held in the man's mouth, and she suddenly felt a twitch in her chest, her whole body going numb again. She murmured incoherently, "No, I'm going to lose it again..."
The man snorted, "I'll give you some to keep for yourself. Stick your little bottom up and catch it properly."
Involuntarily, Keqing obediently raised her jade buttocks to receive the masked man's thrusts. Her deep, hidden flower-like orifice was opening and closing, almost losing itself, when suddenly a hot, gushing stream shot into it. She felt as if struck by lightning, feeling even more beautiful than before. She let out a soft moan, and her yin essence gushed out from her flower-like orifice, almost losing consciousness.
The two embraced and kissed, reaching a state of ecstasy.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Keqing vaguely heard the man whisper in her ear, "Baby, do you want me to come find you again?" Without thinking, she nodded, and in an instant, even the roots of her neck turned red.
Then she heard the man laugh, "Playing with me too much might cost you your life. Have you thought it through?"
Qin Keqing, like a willful child, replied, "Even if I lose my life, I'll still... you."
The masked man gazed intently at the woman beneath him, a sudden, inexplicable flutter in his heart. Keqing, too, stared longingly into the man's clear eyes, imagining the true face beneath his狰狞 mask...
Lost in her reverie among the flowers, Keqing didn't notice when the masked man left. Her hands and feet trembled as she dressed, but she couldn't find the purple floral handkerchief at her waist. She struggled to her feet, swaying precariously, and returned to her room, thankfully unnoticed.
Later that evening, Jia Rong still hadn't returned. Instead, her maid, Ruizhu, rushed in, begging for forgiveness, saying that she had been pushing her mistress on the swing and had somehow fallen asleep on the grass, only waking up now. But Granny Rong didn't scold her; she simply lay languidly on the couch, seemingly thinner than before. A soft wisp of hair fell across her forehead, and her eyes stared blankly out the window…
But outside the window, besides a few faint bamboo shadows and a cold, desolate white moon, what else was there?
(Episode 1, Chapter 6: The Enchanting Beauty of Southern Xinjiang)

It is said that Baoyu followed Jia Lian by carriage to the south of the city. In the distance, he saw a large courtyard. Although not as luxurious and elegant as his own home, it was still planted with trees everywhere, lush and verdant. Upon closer inspection, a plaque hung above the main gate, inscribed with "Zhengxin Martial Arts School," and beside it were the smaller characters "Wuxin, the 37th generation disciple of Shaolin Temple."
The two alighted from the carriage, and disciples of the martial arts school came out to greet them. The leader, handsome and well-proportioned, introduced himself as Zou Yuanshan, the school's eldest disciple, saying that his master, Yin Zhenglong, had been waiting for them in the hall for some time. Jia Lian hurriedly returned the greeting and followed them inside.
In fact, Jia Lian had only donated money to obtain the minor title of Tongzhi, and the reason he received such treatment was because people were looking out for his father, who was a first-class general.
Upon entering the gate, they saw a large training ground paved with blue bricks. Around the edge of the ground were rows of weapons; besides the knives, spears, swords, halberds, and axes often seen in plays, there were many other weapons they had never seen before. In the center of the training ground, a dozen or twenty people were practicing, a far more impressive spectacle than the usual street performers.
Baoyu was so excited that he refused to leave. Jia Lian, having no other choice, had to leave him there, instructing his servant Mingyan to look after him, while he went to see the academy master. Zou Yuanshan smiled slightly and also called over a junior brother named Bai Xuan to stay and look after Baoyu.
Seeing that Bai Xuan was about half a head taller than him, with a slender figure and a spirited air, Baoyu asked with a smile, "Are you also a disciple here? Have you learned any amazing skills?"
Bai Xuan knew he was a young master from a wealthy family in the city, and although he found the question a bit strange and silly, he didn't take offense and smiled, "I'm a disciple of the 'Ping' generation in the Martial Academy. I haven't learned much martial arts, but it has certainly made me stronger."
Baoyu said "Oh," and he and his servant Mingyan watched with great interest as the people in the arena practiced swords and knives.
Among them was a bearded man with a tall stature, holding a large club, demonstrating as he spoke, leading several young men in a practice session, their movements slow and deliberate.
After watching for a while, Mingyan said to Baoyu, "I think they're quite ordinary. Their movements are so slow; if they really fought, I'm afraid they wouldn't be of much use."
Bai Xuan heard this, but just smiled slightly and ignored him. A disciple named Gu Li, whose generation name began with "Ping," overheard this, glared at him, then suddenly smiled and walked over, bowing to Mingyan and saying, "Young man, you must have practiced martial arts. May I ask which school you belong to?"
Mingyan replied smugly, "I haven't learned any martial arts, but among the hundred-plus men in our manor, few can beat me." This wasn't an exaggeration. Although young, he was tall and had a fiery temper. He loved fighting and always won. Fengjie, fearing that someone outside would bully Baoyu, had him follow Baoyu around.
Gu Li laughed and said, "So you're that good, young man! I've been learning at this martial arts school for so long, but I've never actually fought anyone. Why don't we have a go? Maybe I can learn a move from you."
Mingyan said amiably, "I always fight for real, and I don't know how to hold back. Besides, my master has repeatedly told me not to fight. And my young master is here today, so... so..."
Gu Li laughed loudly, turned around and left, shouting, "So you're just afraid! What excuse are you making up?" Everyone in the room turned to look.
Mingyan flew into a rage, a surge of anger rising in her heart. She leaped into the arena, grabbed the man's collar, and shouted, "I was afraid you'd suffer, but you don't appreciate it! I'm not afraid I'll beat you to a pulp!"
Gu Li looked at Mingyan and said calmly, "So you want to play with me?"
Mingyan said, "If you're not afraid of pain, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Gu Li said, "Then let's begin." Before anyone could see what he did, Mingyan, who had grabbed his collar, was suddenly thrown to the ground, landing heavily on the blue brick floor. She lay there stunned, causing everyone around to laugh.
Baoyu, also without seeing what happened, saw Gu Li go forward to help Mingyan up. Mingyan was both ashamed and angry. He shook off the man's hand, jumped up, and shouted, "What kind of hero takes advantage of someone's unpreparedness! Let's fight again!"
Gu Li seemed startled and quickly jumped back, pretending to be on guard, but he grinned and said, "Alright, let's play again. Are you ready?"
Mingyan shouted and lunged forward like a tiger... but then there was a "thud" as he landed hard on the blue brick floor again. This time, however, he got up quickly and launched several counterattacks. But Gu Li's movements were not large, whether it was elbows, palms, or legs. Mingyan could only stumble and fall. He fought back repeatedly and was thrown down several times. Suddenly, he climbed out of the arena, stood up, bowed, and said, "Brother, I'm not fighting anymore. I can't beat you." He had never been so good-tempered before.
Seeing Mingyan's disheveled state, his clothes covered in dust, Baoyu realized he truly possessed martial arts skills. He immediately stepped forward, bowed, and said, "This humble servant was unaware of my limitations and may have offended you with my words. Please forgive me."
Several others returned the bow. Gu Li, nicknamed "Rolling Lion" for his skill in lying on the ground, was known for his mischievous nature but was also very easygoing. He helped Mingyan brush the dust off, laughing, "I'm the most playful one here. I wonder if I hurt this young man?"
Mingyan grinned and said, "No, no, I've certainly seen something amazing today. Someday I'll come and learn a few moves from you all; perhaps then we'll be fellow disciples." Everyone thought he was just joking, unaware that he truly harbored such thoughts.
Suddenly, someone called out, "Senior Sister Yin Lin is back!" The crowd immediately became excited and rushed to the door to greet her.
Baoyu, finding the name bright and pleasant to hear, also looked around, curious to see who was so popular. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. A girl dressed in a light green dress, slender and graceful, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was walking in with a group of people, looking travel-worn. Although they were still quite far apart, he seemed to see clearly a pair of large, beautiful eyes on the girl's face, unusually bright. He thought to himself, "She truly lives up to her name."
Even Mingyan beside him was stunned, and after a long while, she murmured, "My goodness, such big eyes!"
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That evening, Jia Rong had just returned to the mansion when he suddenly heard that someone from the Prince of Bei Jing's residence had come to invite him. His family was all in a panic.
It turned out that although Prince Bei Jing, Shi Rong, was not yet twenty, he was now a prominent figure in the court due to his ancestors' high merits. Moreover, he was exceptionally handsome and had a humble nature; everyone said he was "no ordinary person." However, he had never had any dealings with the Ning family before, and now that they had come to invite Jia Rong, no one knew whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Jia Rong quickly changed his clothes, mounted his horse, and followed the messenger.
Upon arriving at the Prince of Bei Jing's residence, he followed the messenger inside. A well-dressed servant then carried a sedan chair to ferry him. Along the way, he saw magnificent pavilions and towers, lush trees and rocks, a grander scale than his own home. Even before passing the second gate, he saw many young women and servants coming and going, almost all of them youthful and charming, quite different from other princely residences. He thought to himself, "It seems the Prince of Bei Jing enjoys using women."
After walking around for a while, someone announced, "We've arrived. Please alight from the sedan chair, young master." Jia Rong stepped out and saw that they had arrived at a magnificent, ornate, painted pink building, with the elegant characters "Tianxiang Lou" (Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion) inscribed above the door. A beautiful maidservant carrying a lantern came forward and said, "The Prince is waiting upstairs."
Jia Rong cautiously went upstairs, turned past a screen displaying beautiful women, and saw a man sitting there in the distance, accompanied by two or three beautiful women holding cups. On the other side, there was a row of women carrying various rare musical instruments, some of which he had never seen before. Jia Rong knew that the man was Prince Bei Jing, so he quickly stepped forward and knelt down, not daring to raise his head, and said respectfully, "This humble man, Jia Rong, greets Your Highness."
He heard Prince Bei Jing say in a gentle voice, "No need for formalities, Your Highness, please rise. I have prepared a feast for you, please take a seat." His voice was quite pleasant.
Jia Rong felt a sense of relief and stood up. He glanced up and saw Prince Bei Jing, Shi Rong, with his hair tied in a jade-patterned bun, his hair as black as lacquer, and a jade headband around his eyebrows. He wore a simple cloud-patterned brocade robe, his face like jade, his figure slender as a willow, and his eyes clear and bright, like stars in the night sky. Strangely, he bore a resemblance to Bao Yu in some way. Just sitting there casually made one feel inferior.
Jia Rong, who was usually very proud of his appearance, secretly sighed upon seeing Prince Bei Jing and said, "What virtue or ability do I possess to deserve Your Highness's hospitality? Please explain the reason before I dare to take my seat."
The prince smiled and said, "I have long heard of the young master's romantic and unconventional nature and have long wished to befriend him. Therefore, I have invited you to a family banquet today. You need not be reserved; we can talk about anything."
Jia Rong was overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "So that's how it is. I've long heard that Prince Bei Jing is quite the ladies' man, frequenting brothels. I often enjoy myself in those places, and I've made a name for myself. I suppose word has reached his ears, which is why he summoned me for this exchange. It seems my good fortune has arrived." He immediately replied, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. How could I possibly accept such an honor?" A beautiful concubine led him to a table to sit down, where maids served delicacies and poured fine wine.
After several rounds of drinks, Prince Bei Jing smiled and said, "I've heard that the young master often indulges in pleasures in the capital's brothels. I wonder which places you frequent?"
Jia Rong quickly replied, "To be honest, Your Highness, when I have some free time, I like to stroll around the Pin Yu Ge. May I ask if Your Highness has ever been there to enjoy yourself?" Prince
Bei Jing smiled and said, "Yes, I have. It's truly a wonderful place." He then began to chat with Jia Rong about the pleasures of that place, discussing who among the courtesans was the most talented, who was the most charming, and who was the best in bed, and so on. Jia Rong was very familiar with the situation and answered questions fluently and vividly. In the midst of his drunken revelry, he became quite animated. Then he heard the prince laugh and say, "I wonder if the young master has learned any good skills from there?"
Jia Rong felt smug, thinking to himself, "So that's why I came." He smiled and said, "A while ago, a female master from the Pinyu Pavilion said she had a secret technique that could teach a man to sleep with ten women without ejaculating, a skill that would benefit him for a lifetime. Seeing that I had some potential, she asked if I was willing to spend money. I originally disdained learning such things, but I couldn't stand her arrogant attitude, and besides, that woman was quite beautiful, so I gave her six hundred taels of silver and reluctantly learned it." "Who knew that skill would actually work? Now all my wives and concubines are afraid of me!"
he boasted excitedly, unaware that the Prince of Bei Jing's eyes narrowed slightly before he smiled and asked, "Does that skill have a name?"
Jia Rong replied, "It's called 'Ruyi Little Golden Lock.' According to the mistress in the room, it's a secret technique passed down by the Yu family in Jiangnan during the Southern Song Dynasty."
The Prince of Bei Jing praised, "Good stuff." He raised his cup and chatted with Jia Rong for a while, saying, "We've hit it off, and good wine needs beautiful women to accompany it. Let's have some entertainment."
Jia Rong's heart warmed. By this time, the night was deep, and many lanterns were displayed upstairs. They were quite unique, with not only red but also purple, blue, pink, and turquoise colors, each with a different shape, more alluring than those in brothels, making one's heart flutter with intoxication.
The prince continued, "A few years ago, I was ordered to travel south to pacify the Miao people. When I returned, I brought back several Miao women, all skilled dancers. Let's enjoy their music together, Your Highness." This had already been announced by others, and the music played by the nearby musicians was strange and alluring, with a seductive and bewitching quality—something he had never heard before, causing his heart to race wildly.
Jia Rong was engrossed in the music when suddenly six beautiful women emerged gracefully from behind a curtain; these must be the women from the southern frontier the prince had mentioned.
The Miao beauties dressed very differently from the women of the Central Plains. Their tops were sleeveless, their midriffs were exposed, and their skirts were extremely short. They were bare-armed and exposed-legs, and they even twisted their alluring little bellies, which were exposed, with their skin so white that it made people dizzy. On their pink arms, thighs, or ankles, they wore asymmetrical golden rings with several small bells tied to them. When they danced, they made very pleasant sounds. What was even more attractive was their strange dance under the bright lights of the colorful lanterns. Their head-swaying, foot-lifting, waist-twisting, and hip-twisting movements exuded a hot, youthful, healthy, and enchanting charm, which was completely different from the dances of the Central Plains. Jia Rong was really mesmerized by them.
After a short dance, another beautiful woman emerged from behind the curtain, her attire even more alluring and revealing than the previous six Miao girls. Her long, beautiful legs were adorned with Miao-style mesh boots, further emphasizing the graceful curves of her ankles and calves. Strangely, she possessed long, flowing purple hair, unlike anything Jia Rong had ever seen before. Her face was incredibly alluring, her every glance captivating and full of charm. A glittering light shimmered from her navel, and upon closer inspection, Jia Rong
discovered a tiny, silver-white bead embedded there. The purple-haired enchantress danced, her eyes sparkling, sometimes seducing the prince, sometimes teasing Jia Rong, fiery and seductive. The Prince of Bei Jing merely watched with a smile, while Jia Rong was speechless and dumbfounded.
After the dance ended, the six Miao girls withdrew, and the prince ordered the purple-haired dancer to pour wine for Jia Rong, saying with a smile, "This is my beloved concubine, originally named Kong Que'er. She used to be the leader of a cave with tens of thousands of people in Miao territory. After she came with me, she was called Zi Ji. Does the young master like her?"
Jia Rong was startled and hurriedly said, "Your Highness's beloved concubine, how could I dare to like her?" But then Zi Ji poured the wine and presented it to Jia Rong, smiling, "Please, young master." Her voice was enchanting and seductive, seemingly able to pierce the soul.
Jia Rong hurriedly accepted the wine and drank it all in one gulp. The Prince of Bei Jing then chatted with Jia Rong about all sorts of things, and Zi Ji knelt beside Jia Rong, pouring wine and urging him to drink. A sweet, cloying fragrance wafted into Jia Rong's nose, making him almost forget his own name.
As they chatted, the conversation turned to home. Seeing the prince occasionally ask questions, seemingly intrigued, Jia Rong even brought up his own private pleasures. He recounted an incident where he and his wife, Qin, played a game called "The Magpie Perches on a Branch," gesturing wildly to make sure the prince understood. This caused the prince's concubines and Zi Ji to giggle, making Jia Rong even more smug, though he didn't see the prince's expression clearly.
The Prince of Bei Jing laughed, "It's been a pleasure meeting with the young master. We've had quite a bit tonight, so I'm going to rest. You don't need to go back to your residence; you can rest here." Jia Rong was about to decline when he saw the prince being helped away by his concubines.
Zi Ji, standing nearby, said with a grin, "Please come with me, young master." Jia Rong stood up groggily, but stumbled. Zi Ji quickly caught him and helped him to a side room on the south side of the building, where heavy curtains and brocade quilts covered the floor—a place of extraordinary opulence.
Zi Ji helped Jia Rong lie down, kneeling beside him and smiling as she asked, "How are you, young master?"
Jia Rong glanced at her and replied, "I'm fine. Are you worried I'm drunk?"
Zi Ji laughed, "Alright, then I'll be going. There are maids outside; just call them whatever you want." Just as she was about to get up, Jia Rong grabbed her, grinning, "Where are you going? Why aren't you with me?"
Zi Ji smiled seductively, "Why should I be with you?"
Seeing this, Jia Rong's heart fluttered, and his audacity grew. He pulled her down, embraced her, and laughed, "You made me drink too much earlier; now you have to keep me company and work up a sweat before we can sleep."
Zi Ji remained silent, which only fueled Jia Rong's excitement. He took advantage of his drunkenness to grope her body. Her skin was smooth to the touch, and most notably, every part of her body was soft and supple. He had been with many women, but he had never encountered one like her before, and he was immediately aroused.
Jia Rong touched Zi Ji's lower body and suddenly let out a soft "Eek!" with a look of surprise. He then slipped his hand inside her waist and probed for a while, causing Zi Ji to gasp softly. Jia Rong, his face full of excitement, suddenly pressed Zi Ji down and tried to untie her skirt to see.
Zi Ji grabbed his waist, panting, "I am the prince's concubine, how dare you play with me?"
Jia Rong was startled, broke out in a cold sweat, and sobered up a bit. He then thought, "Just now, Prince Bei Jing asked her to drink with him, and then left her alone to bring me here to rest. His intentions are certainly not ordinary. He must be using this beauty to entertain me because we got along so well." The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He laughed and said, "Even if the prince wants to chop off my head tomorrow, I won't let you off now."
Zi Ji closed her eyes and let go, coquettishly saying, "You, after a few drinks, you become so lewd. I don't care anymore!"
Jia Rong was overjoyed. He quickly took off her Miao-style short skirt, spread her long legs open, and his blood boiled. He almost had a nosebleed. It turned out that the pubic hair on Zi Ji's pink mound was also a light purple, bright and soft, quite unique, but matching her hair, so it wasn't too strange. The strangest thing was her vulva, which, like her navel, was inlaid with small, gleaming silver beads. One was located just below the crimson clitoris, above the delicate vulva, while the other was set at the lower corner of the vulva, emitting a silvery glow in the dim light, looking utterly lewd.
Jia Rong's penis instantly swelled to its limit.
At the top of the high-rise, a cool breeze flowed by, and on the jade-colored glazed tiles, a man lay leisurely, holding a cup of fine wine in one hand, occasionally bringing a pale purple handkerchief to his nose to smell it. Gazing at the star-studded night sky, in his mind, a fairy with a pale purple handkerchief tied around her waist was ethereally swinging on a swing…

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