felony

It was late at night, the moon was full.
Under the moonlight, a thin young man rode a fast horse towards Ziyun Manor.
The owner of Ziyun Manor was He Yi, renowned throughout the land, known in the martial arts world as Second Master He.
At this moment, He Yi was drinking, lying on an exquisite brocade couch. A beautiful young woman in her prime was straddling him, her arms around his neck, feeding him wine with her mouth.
He Yi loved wine, and he loved women. The woman on top of him was the daughter of his friend Li Biao. After seeing He Yi at his house last time, she had been pestering him to come back.
Alluring beauty, fine wine—what man wouldn't be intoxicated?
He Yi was almost drunk, his large hands grabbing and kneading the woman's breasts, panting, "Faster... I..." Before
he could finish speaking, light footsteps came from outside the door.
"Master, Rag is back."
"Quickly... quickly, invite him in!"
Rag was a person's name. Just mentioning this name, just thinking of this person, filled He Yi's heart with a sense of security.
Trust is something that can only be gained through trials.
A person may have many friends, but how many can they truly trust?
The ragged man was an orphan. On his journey to conquer the Snow Mountain Demon, He Yi found him in a small shop. The young man was huddled in a corner, waiting for the shopkeeper's orders, hoping to get something to eat after days of hunger.
He was undoubtedly starving, but when He Yi invited him to eat with him, his reply was—"I can't eat your food."
"Why?" He Yi felt a surge of anger.
"Because I have no reason."
"I'll treat you."
The young man stood up, but walked towards the door, saying, "Only my friends can ask me to do anything." "
And where are your friends? Where are they?" This stubborn young man was both infuriating and amusing.
"I don't have any friends yet." The young man turned around, his eyes filled with a resolute expression, as if to say: I will definitely have friends someday.
He Yi stood up, extended his large hand, and said, "Can I be your friend?"
The young man scrutinized He Yi, then smiled and said, "I don't like my friends who are too wealthy."
"Do you think I'm wealthy? I've been wearing this robe for two years."
The young man finally sat down, and He Yi poured him a cup of wine, asking, "What do you call a friend?"
"They all call me Raggedy."
***
Raggedyy did not disappoint He Yi.
After half-killing the Snow Mountain Demon, they were caught in an avalanche. Raggedyy carried the exhausted He Yi all night, and when he put He Yi on the bed, he himself collapsed from exhaustion.
Another time was when the number one assassin of the East Sea tried to kill He Yi. He Yi was lying on the bed, and comparing the size of the areolas of the two girls beside him, he had no time to fight back.
Just then, Raggedyyy entered through the window, and that was the first time He Yi saw him make a move.
With just one slash, the head of the number one assassin of the East Sea was decapitated.
The rag-clad figure, head bowed, dragged the corpse of the top assassin of the East Sea, uttering only one sentence—"Master, it's all over."
From then on, He Yi showed him even more respect. Therefore, He Yi treated him like a friend, even though he still called him Master.
The woman on top of him was still moaning softly, beads of sweat already seeping from her breasts. He Yi rubbed her pale breasts, the amorous atmosphere in the room growing stronger.
The rag-clad figure, carrying a wooden box, lifted the beaded curtain and entered: "Master, I'm back."
He Yi supported the girl's breasts, her body trembling slightly from fear of being spied upon.
"Is everything done?"
"Yes." The rag-clad figure looked at He Yi, but didn't glance at the woman on top of him.
He Yi was very satisfied: "You can go and rest now, we'll discuss it in detail tomorrow."
The girl on top of him let out a pleasurable moan, and He Yi roughly squeezed her breasts, quickly reaching his climax.
"Master, there's one more important matter." The rag-clad figure sat down in a chair, his expression revealing unease.
He Yi patted the woman on top of him: "You go out first, I'll call you later."
The girl seemed reluctant to leave, but seeing He Yi's solemn expression, she grabbed a transparent gauze dress, patted her breasts with her small hands, and said sweetly, "I want more later!"
The tattered cloth closed the door, and she sat on the bed. He Yi had never seen her so nervous before, and asked, "What happened?"
"Guan Jin, Master Guan has been murdered."
"Where?"
"On the way to Yunhai Manor."
"When?"
"Last night."
"Who did it?"
"I don't know."
He Yi started to put on his clothes, looking at the dusty tattered cloth, and asked, "Are you tired?"
The tattered cloth patted the dust off itself: "I can leave anytime."
"Okay, then let's go."
***
Friends.
Two ordinary words combined become the most touching word for people in the martial arts world.
For friends, one can risk one's life and abandon everything.
Guan Jin was such a person, and therefore, he also had many good friends.
Midnight, the lights blazed.
Guan Jin's body had been carried back to Guan Family Fort.
The main hall,
draped in white, was filled with people. A loyal stable boy knelt on the ground, recounting the events of that day. "Five, no, six men in white surrounded Master." His eyes widened, revealing a strange, horrified expression.
"Continue!" The one who spoke was Elder Huang of Wudang, a friend of Guan Jin for ten years.
"Master has witnessed many such scenes before, they usually end quickly, but unexpectedly..." He began, beads of sweat forming on his face.
"Continue!" Qin Wen of Kaifeng Prefecture stood up, his voice sharp and stern.
"Master suddenly..."
"You may leave now." Madam Guan, Wang Sihua, supported by her maid, emerged from the inner room. The grief of losing her husband was too much for her; tears streamed down her beautiful face.
"Sister-in-law, please accept my condolences!"
"Sister-in-law, you...you should rest in the inner room first
." Madam Guan covered her face with her jade-like hands, sobbing, "My husband suffered a sudden misfortune, and
we were all so grateful for everyone's help. I...I..." As she spoke, two lines of clear tears streamed down her cheeks. Everyone knew of the deep affection and loving relationship between Guan Jin and his wife, and now they were separated by death, which pained everyone who saw it.
Qin Wen stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, "Sister-in-law! What brings Master Guan here?"
"It is..." Madam Guan raised her pretty face, met Qin Wen's gaze, and turned to Wang Jing of Yunhai Manor, saying, "He is going to keep an appointment with Hero Wang."
Everyone's eyes turned to Wang Jing.
"Master Guan loves orchids. Two days ago, a friend gave me a Snow Peak orchid, and specially invited Master Guan to come and admire it, but who would have thought..." Wang Jing stood up, shook his hand, and sighed.
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"I don't think so."
"Where are the people from your manor?"
"They've gone with Lord Guan."
"Sister-in-law, does anyone else in the fort know?"
"Master didn't even tell me, he only took two servants."
Qin Wen looked around the hall. The stable boy was still kneeling on the ground, his legs trembling. Qin Wen opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Speak!"
"At that time... at that time..." He seemed to be possessed, only repeating one sentence.
"Master Qin, it seems Yun'er has suffered too much fright." Madam Guan waved her hand and said, "Yun'er, you can go now."
"Yes..." The stable boy was as if he had been granted a pardon, and he got up and went to the back garden.
Elder Huang stood up and asked, "Master Qin, Lord Guan is acting chivalrously; could it be that his enemies have come looking for him?
" Qin Wen straightened his chest and said loudly, "No matter who did it, I, Qin, have a way to expose them." Elder Huang asked, "Any clues?" Qin Wen replied, "No." Elder Huang sighed and said, "This...where do we even begin?" Qin Wen paced back and forth in the hall and replied, "Start from Guan Family Fortress; the clues are inside the fortress." *** The autumn air was refreshing, especially late at night. There was only one road from Guan Family Fortress to Yunhai Manor, with a section of woods in the middle. The clearings in the woods had been cleared, and the ferocity of the battle was no longer visible. But He Yi still had the rag doll hold a torch high, carefully searching the woods. No matter how ingenious the concealment, there would always be flaws. Just like even the most exquisite martial arts techniques, there are always weaknesses that can be discovered. The ragged man understood this principle, so he listened to He Yi's hypothesis while holding the torch. "This should be the initial siege." He Yi lit a clump of grass on the ground, where there was a slight scratch on the tiny leaves. "Hmm." "But what happened next?" There were no more signs of collision near the grass scratch; the battle seemed to have ended as soon as it began. He Yi stared at the ragged man and said, "How many people in the martial world can defeat Master Guan in one move?" The ragged man said, "As far as I know, none." He Yi patted the ragged man's shoulder and said, "I know that too, so something special must have happened back then." "Something special?" "Yes! Something special enough to slow down Brother Guan's movements, something special enough to be fatal." "What could it be?" "We might never guess, so we have to keep searching." "Yes, sir." *** "When Xue Chi makes a move, even the King of Hell has to give up." Xue Chi was the best doctor in Jiangnan; it was said that he once brought a man back to life after he had been dead for two days. Legend has it that his medical skills are divine, and he is said to save anyone in distress, with the only condition being that the patient be brought to his residence. Surely those with such qualifications have certain conditions? The steward of Guan Family Fortress had already sent a sedan chair carried by eight men, but Doctor Xue maintained his condition: bring the patient. In his mouth, there was no such word as "dead person"—only "patient." The steward knelt outside the door all night, but couldn't break this rule. Fortunately, the next day his servant told him a method, which was also Xue's only vice: having husbands watch their wives commit adultery. How is this any different from adultery? And what husband would willingly offer his wife to watch someone else commit adultery? Madam Guan's instructions were: "If you can't bring Doctor Xue, you don't need to return to Guan Family Fortress." So the steward had no choice but to search, relying on his vast wealth. Someone once said, "With money, there's nothing you can't do." On the banks of the Yangtze River lived a ferryman couple; the wife was just twenty years old and happened to be a woman who enjoyed having affairs; her husband, Wang Er, also happened to enjoy being cuckolded. The steward paid one hundred taels of silver, and the couple followed him into the sedan chair. When the servant reported this to Xue Chi, the great physician Xue finally broke the rules. The eight-bearer sedan chair was spacious enough for two couples to do what they liked inside. There was even a bed inside, a soft bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, which immediately brought to mind that kind of thing. At this moment, Xue Chi sat inside, naked, leaning against the bed. Below him, the beautiful woman was also naked, her skin smooth and her body soft, like a newborn baby. Only, such a baby looked much more alluring, especially since she was blowing air into his penis with her red lips, causing the physician Xue's penis to rise, the swollen glans already turning purple. The woman's hand grasped his penis, her slender fingers forming a circle, gently sliding over it. With each slide, she softly uttered a word: "Rough..." Some women are born knowing how to arouse men, just like some people are born with the form of martial arts. She was undoubtedly that kind of person, and the most outstanding of them all. She used not only her body, but also her voice. Her voice seemed to possess magic; after saying "coarse," Doctor Xue's penis indeed grew larger. Her fingers, white and soft, clung to his penis, entwining with it: "Strong..." His penis obediently grew larger. Before the third word could be uttered, Doctor Xue clapped his hands and laughed: "Madam, you truly have skillful hands! I've seen many women, but this is the first time I've seen someone like you." He then took a gold chain and placed it around the woman's neck. The woman's eyes sparkled, and she said seductively, "Master, I am Cui Xian'er." Xue Chi stroked the woman's hair, saying, "What a beautiful fairy! You make me feel like I'm in a fairyland." The woman faced Xue Chi, revealing her ample breasts, and said, "Master, I am not only skilled with my hands," her tongue brushing against her lips, her eyes even more alluring, "My tongue is also..." As she spoke, her fragrant tongue had already entwined with his penis. Wang Er should probably be called a bastard; he was also naked, sitting beside the man, watching his wife and another man have sex, his hand even groping his crotch. His wife's tongue was sucking on the man's penis, making soft moans. Suddenly, Wang Er said, "Master, Cui Xian'er's tongue is the most famous in our area." Xue Chi stared at Wang Er and asked, "Are you happy too?" Wang Er rubbed even more vigorously, replying, "Yes, I'm very happy too." Xue Chi lifted Cui Xian'er's hair; from Wang Er's position, her tongue and penis were already one. "Watching your wife have sex with another man, aren't you angry at all?" Wang Er said, "Why should I be angry?" Xue Chi said, "Why aren't you angry?" Wang Er released his grip, pointing to his penis, as thick as an arm, and said, "This way, Master is happy, Cui Xian'er is happy, and I'm happy too. Why should I be angry?" The husband's answer resonated with his own heart, and his wife's tongue moved even faster. Xue sneered, "What's your name?"

Wang Er's hand was on his chest again, panting, "This humble one... Wang Er."
"Master, he's still called Sha Er," his wife turned her head, glancing at her husband disdainfully, "Many people call him that."
Xue Chi clapped his hands again, laughing, "Sha Er is a better name. Cui Xian'er and Sha Er are a perfect match!"
Wang Er laughed along, but his wife turned back, "Sha Er, why don't you thank your master for the compliment?"
Wang Er hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands to Xue Chi, and said, "This humble one thanks your master for correcting my name. From now on, I will be called Sha Er."
"Haha... Good!" Doctor Xue's hearty laughter echoed outside the sedan chair, and he casually placed a silver ingot in Wang Er's hand, "Sha Er, it's truly an eye-opener for your master to meet you two today."
Cui Xian'er glanced at Xue Chi, saying, "Master only said it's an eye-opener, but there's another place for you to open my eyes!"
"Oh? Madam, do you need my help? Please don't be so polite."
Cui Xian'er curled up and climbed on top of him, her fair skin rubbing against Xue Chi's lower abdomen. She said in a coquettish voice, "Xian'er's lower orifice needs your help, Master..." The woman only said half of her words, but it was clear enough to make one want to do something for her.
Xue Chi put his arm around the woman's fragrant shoulder, her smooth skin coiling around him like a snake. Where he touched, her jade-like body was full. Xue Chi used his fingertips to lift Cui Xian'er's chin and said, "To be able to enjoy pleasure with another man in front of your husband without making him angry, Madam, do you have any secret?"
Cui Xian'er's eyes curved like a new moon and she smiled, "When I am in love, I like to be watched the most." Her fingers curved and ran across Xue Chi's lips before entering the divine physician's mouth.
Her fair, delicate fingers moved back and forth in her mouth. Xue Chi was not annoyed at all; instead, he pressed Cui Xian'er's back even harder. Cui Xian'er said again, "Besides, I can only be at ease in bed when my husband is by my side."
Xue Chi spat out Cui Xian'er's fingers and laughed loudly, "Now your husband is right beside you, and you are in bed, isn't that...?"
Cui Xian'er did not answer, but waved her hand at Wang Er, "My dear, I want it."
'What use is calling for your husband during battle?' Xue Chi was still thinking when Wang Er had already come to the bedside. Cui Xian'er leaned against her husband and called out, "My dear, hurry up..."
Wang Er lifted his wife's thighs with both hands, as if he were changing a baby's diaper, and panted, "My lady, don't rush... my lady, don't rush."
Such a thing could not be imagined unless one witnessed it firsthand. Xue Chi rubbed his eyes and saw Wang Er already straddling his wife. Cui Xian'er smiled and parted her jade orifice with her fingers, saying, "Master, Xian'er's cave is open."
"Your couple are indeed wonderful people. I've never seen anything like this before."
"Now that the fairy cave is open, why not descend to earth and explore it?"
Xue Chi probed into the small hole, but Cui Xian'er squeezed tightly, the warm and moist flesh enveloping his fingers.
Cui Xian'er swayed her legs and said sweetly, "Master! How is it inside?"
Xue Chi said, "My lady's treasure cave is warm and tight. I really want to explore it."
Cui Xian'er spat out her vagina, and Xue Chi's fingers were squeezed out. She said, "Master, there's no need to do it. I have my reasons."
Xue Chi: "Oh? I'd like to see."
Cui Xian'er spread her legs wider and said to Wang Er, "My dear, I want to sit on you now."
Wang Er's face turned even redder. Could it be that helping his wife to make love with someone else would be more fun?
Wang Er bent down and slowly lowered his wife down. His wife put on Xue Chi's underwear, but felt as happy as if it were on her own body.
Wang Er whispered in Cui Xian'er's ear, "Is it in?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "Yes, my dear..." Her voice became even more seductive, "Master... your big stick is all the way in..."
Wang Er asked, "Can your big stick handle it, Master?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "It can handle it."
Wang Er asked again, "Does it hurt inside?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "No, it doesn't hurt."
"Then I'm relieved." Wang Er smiled at Xue Chi and said, "It is my honor that my wife can have sex with you, Master."
Xue Chi said, "Don't be so polite. What you and your wife have done is even more admirable to me."
A blush rose on Cui Xian'er's face, and she said, "Master's big stick is making my body numb and itchy inside. Are you tired now, my dear?"
Wang Er said, "No, my wife wants me to..."
Cui Xian'er covered her face with her jade hand and whispered, "Mmm!"
The couple seemed to be doing an ordinary household chore. Although their dialogue was strange, it made people think a lot.
Wang Er, supporting his wife's body, moved up and down on Xue Chi's body. A sound filled the sedan chair—a panting sound, a mingling of touch and the creaking of the bed, sounds usually only heard between husband and wife at night.
"Master's big...stick, um...big stick, Master..."
"Madam...Madam... " "
Oh...darling, Master's big stick is killing me..."
"Madam, squeeze it...Master's big stick won't break."
"Oh...Madam, harder...harder..." ***
Guan Wangtian returned. One camel, three fine horses, galloping two thousand miles from the vast desert. This young man, only twenty-three, looked much more mature; despite the long journey, he showed no signs of fatigue. Guan Wangtian was resolute and brave; within two years, his name had spread throughout the land. His tears seemed to have dried after the long journey; he rubbed his swollen eyes and bowed to the crowd. Then he knelt before his father's body, remaining kneeling for a long time. Madam Guan, deeply concerned for her son, said in a trembling voice, "Tian'er, get up!" Guan Wangtian's forehead touched the ground, and he remained silent. Madam Guan moved her lotus-like steps slightly: "Tian'er, you... get up!" Guan Wangtian still didn't move. Madam Guan wept, "Tian'er... Tian'er..." Everyone was moved. Wang Sihua, pitying her beloved son, urged him again, "Tian'er, get up first and thank your uncles." Only then did Guan Wangtian stand up and say to everyone, "My father suddenly suffered a calamity, and I am grateful for the help of all my uncles... I..." As he spoke, he bent his knees to kneel in gratitude. A force supported Guan Wangtian's body. Elder Huang said solemnly, "We have all received kindness from Hero Guan, so it is only right that we help. Young hero, there's no need for formalities." Qin Wen stepped forward and said, "Young hero Guan, please come with me. I have something to ask you." At this moment, he was still thinking about the case. Guan Wangtian nodded, then suddenly turned around and knelt at Wang Sihua's feet. "Tian'er!" "Mother, Tian'er will definitely catch the real culprit and use his blood to appease Father's spirit in heaven!" *** He Yi paced back and forth in the courtyard of Guan Family Fortress, watching Guan Wangtian approach. The boy's tall figure was no different from his elder brother's. His hair was disheveled from the journey, but his inner temperament was clearly different from others. This made He Yi breathe a slight sigh of relief. "Second Uncle! Tian'er greets you." Guan Wangtian hurried to He Yi's side and bowed.

"Oh! Wangtian's back." He Yi patted Guan Wangtian's shoulder. The boy was upright and composed, truly worthy of being his elder brother's son.
"My elder brother has suffered a sudden misfortune. From now on, it will be up to you to lead Guan Family Fortress."
"Second Uncle is right, Tian'er understands."
"In doing things, one must be steady and discerning, and never act rashly."
"Yes."
"Your sister-in-law is a heroine among women. You should consult with your mother more often."
"Yes. Tian'er remembers." Guan Wangtian's hands hung down. After his father's death, He Yi had become his closest elder.
Qin Wen strode over and said to He Yi, "Second Master, I would like to ask Young Hero Guan about some things."
In He Yi's heart, he had always disliked officials. He always felt that many things that were clear-cut became unclear once they reached the government.
His elder brother had even argued with him about this.
Qin Wen was very close to his elder brother. For some reason, He Yi always felt that this constable was a bit strange, even though he was the top constable in Kaifeng Prefecture.
"Second Master." Qin Wen cupped his hands and took a step forward.
"Oh! It's Master Qin." He Yi smiled and said, "I'm so grateful to Master Qin these past two days. Wang Tian, aren't you going to thank him?"
Qin Wen waved his hand and said, "I've already thanked him. Young Hero Guan, please come to the back to talk."
He Yi strode ahead and said, "I haven't spoken to Wang Tian for many days either. Master Qin won't mind, will he?"
"Not at all! Second Master, please go first."
***
Inside Guan Family Fortress, there was a pond with a small building in the center. Sitting inside, one could see the entire fortress.
This was the best residence in the fortress.
When Xue Chi arrived at Guan Family Fortress, he wanted to save people first, but the steward told him, "We invited the divine physician here to examine the injuries."
Without saying a word, the divine physician Xue got back into his sedan chair: "I only save lives, I never examine injuries."
Left with no other choice, Guan Family Fortress had several people help him down and take him to the center of the pond in a small boat.
The couple had also been invited. So Xue Chi ultimately didn't lose his temper, and ultimately didn't attempt to drown himself as he had said.
Wasn't living more important than anything else? Besides, the charming Cui Xian'er was nestled beside him, and Wang Er was busy preparing warm water for them.
The small building had two floors. In the west room on the upper floor, Xue Chi discovered some strange things.
In the center of the room was a large bed, covered with bedding imported from Persia, decorated with strange patterns and inscribed with strange characters.
Looking at these things, Xue Chi gradually felt an indescribable feeling.
Various whips hung on the walls, but they were definitely not horsewhips; some were short, only an inch long at the tip, while others were very long, some as long as ten feet.
This small building had once been the headquarters of Guan Family Fortress, and only Guan Jin was allowed to enter. But what use would Guan Jin have for these things?
Beside the bed was a cabinet. Opening the cabinet door, the contents inside made Xue Chi's feelings even stronger.
A dozen or so small, colorful bottles—all medicine. This medicine wasn't produced in China; it was brought over by Indian monks. There was also a bottle of "King of Aphrodisiacs" inside.
Could it be that even a peerless hero like Guan Yu needs medicine to aid him?
On the lower shelf of the cabinet were several bottles of ointment, specifically "Cleansing Powder" from the Bai family of Jiangnan, used to cleanse the intestines of patients. Next to it were two rounded nanmu sticks, their ends thickening and resembling a man's genitals.
There was also a book in the cabinet. Just as Xue Chi was about to pick it up, a fragrant breeze wafted in; it was Cui Xian'er entering.
She wore only a sheer, transparent veil, so thin it blended seamlessly with her skin. Her full breasts swayed with her breath, and the alluring black hair below her abdomen was clearly visible. Cui Xian'er turned around, and through the undulating veil, her rounded thighs and firm, full buttocks were revealed.
Xue Chi put down his book and laughed, "Madam, dressed like this, are you testing my willpower?"
"Master~" Cui Xian'er wriggled and pressed herself against Xue Chi, her jade hands lifting her long robe, reaching out to pinch her breasts, and said in a coquettish voice, "The water is warm enough, if Master likes Xian'er, then perhaps..." Her tongue licked her upper lip, making a heavy nasal sound.
"Would you like what?"
Cui Xian'er's hands tightened, prying open her breasts, making them even firmer: "There are many things we can do in the water, Master, don't you want to?"
Xue Chi picked up Cui Xian'er and laughed as he walked down the stairs. Her lovely husband was already waiting below, opening the door and saying, "Please, both of you!"
Xue Chi found him increasingly adorable, as if he were doing something completely unrelated to himself.
The pool was quite wide, and indeed, many things could be done in such a pool. Cui Xian'er threw off her gauze robe, lifted her jade feet, and stepped in.
The water temperature was just right, and her jade body was alluring.
Xue Chi embraced Cui Xian'er's slender waist and sat down in the pool. Wang Er pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. No one could deny that this would be another wonderful time.
Cui Xian'er stroked her breasts and said reproachfully, "This time, Xian'er wants Master to be even more vigorous."
Xue Chi was about to reply when the outer door suddenly opened, and a clay figure stood outside, a box at his feet.
The beauty was startled and curled up in Xue Chi's arms. Wang Er covered his breasts with his hands and said in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
Xue Chi said angrily, "What do you want?"
The clay figure opened the wooden box, inside which were gleaming gold ingots.
"As long as the divine physician does as I say, these are yours. If you don't do as I say, then the divine physician may not be able to return to Jiangnan." "
Your conditions?"
"I heard that Guan Jin's death was due to a sudden heart attack, and the fatal blow was a sword to the back."
"This old man doesn't understand."
"You will understand. As long as you say this, these are all yours. If you don't say this..." The clay figure picked up a gold ingot, tossed it into the air, and only when it fell to his chest did he begin to draw his sword.
He couldn't see his technique, but a perfectly good gold ingot, upon hitting the ground, was divided into sixteen pieces. Exactly sixteen pieces, perfectly evenly divided; a one-pound ingot had become a one-ounce gold nugget.
Cui Xian'er, clinging to Xue Chi, hurriedly wrapped her thigh around him: "Master!"
Such a technique would surely be popular in a money exchange; customers would find it amusing. Would such swordsmanship be equally interesting when applied to a person?
Xue Chi quickly figured this out. He smiled and said, "I understand. Is there anything else, sir?"
The long sword was sheathed, but the man in the mask didn't utter a single word. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew sideways, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The small building was surrounded by water; where had he gone?
Xue Chi suddenly felt a chill. He held Cui Xian'er tightly, wishing he could hide in her arms.
The woman's chest was full, but her body was burning hot. Cui Xian'er watched as Xue Chi suckled at her nipple and forcefully pressed him down onto her chest: "Master, harder..."
***
Qin Wen walked ahead, leading He Yi and Guan Wangtian to a small hut.
This place was originally a storage area for miscellaneous items in Guan Family Fortress, but now it had become Qin Wen's temporary office.
The windows in the room were all sealed off, and once inside, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything. This was exactly what Qin Wen needed. Years of investigating cases had shaped him into a habit: only in complete darkness could his mind be clearest, allowing him to think of more things.
Qin Wen lit a candle, and in its dim light, the furnishings inside became visible. Bamboo skewers and iron chains hung all around the walls, and two gleaming white leather whips stood out starkly on the table. Against the wall stood an iron chair, worn and stained with bloodstains from years of use.
Qin Wen pointed to the chair and waved to Guan Wangtian, saying, "Young hero, please sit down."
He Yi angrily asked, "What is Master Qin's intention?"
Qin Wen smiled and said, "Second Master, please don't misunderstand. I just want to know more about the matter concerning Hero Guan. If it's inconvenient for you, young hero, let's talk outside..."
Before he could finish speaking, Guan Wangtian had already sat down: "Second Uncle, Master Qin is doing this for Father's sake." He then turned to Qin Wen and said, "Whatever you want to ask, Master Qin, I will answer without hesitation."
"Good!" In an instant, Qin Wen seemed to have become a different person. He strode around Guan Wangtian, his brows furrowed and his teeth grinding.
He Yi found this kind of behavior most annoying. He looked at him coldly. If this man hadn't been on good terms with his elder brother, he probably would have kicked him out long ago.
As Qin Wen circled around, his hand swung, and before he knew it, he had walked to the table and picked up a leather whip. Before the whip could even be raised, the other end was grabbed by He Yi: "What are you doing?!"
He Yi glared angrily at Qin Wen, who involuntarily loosened his grip, forcing a smile, and said, "I'm used to it, Second Master..."
"Hmph!" He Yi stomped his foot heavily and sat down on the table.
Qin Wen, feeling awkward, slowed his pace and asked Guan Wangtian, "Young hero, did you inform your father before you went to the desert?"
"Without my father's permission, Wangtian dared not travel far."
"Did your father give you any instructions before you left?"
"He told me to be careful on the way and not to cause trouble."
"Hero Guan, you've been doing chivalrous deeds these past few years, do you know who you've made enemies with?" "
My father is upright and honest, even if some people misunderstand, it's just their petty grudges."
"What I want is a name!" Qin Wen's voice rose again, causing He Yi to clench his fists.
Guan Wangtian straightened up and said, "My father never allows me to participate in his affairs, and he has rarely traveled far in the past two years. My mother probably knows more."
"Madam Guan?" Qin Wen's eyes gleamed, and he murmured to himself, "Heroine Wang...?" His fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something again.
He Yi slammed his hand on the table and said, "Master Qin!"
Qin Wen snapped out of his reverie, turned to Guan Wangtian's side, and asked, "Young hero, do you know about Wang Jing and your father?" "
Heroine Wang has been in frequent contact with my father recently, but I don't know what they talked about."
"Hmm! Then..." Qin Wen's hand touched his hair, and he started circling it again. It seemed he couldn't come up with anything more.
He Yi got off the table and said in a deep voice, "Now that Master Qin has finished asking, we should go out."
"Second Master is right, it's better to go outside." Qin Wen rubbed his hands and paced aimlessly inside.
Emerging from the room, He Yi took Guan Wangtian's hand: "Wangtian, to avenge our elder brother, we need to find out the cause of death."
Guan Wangtian said, "Second Uncle's meaning..."
He Yi said, "The renowned physician Xue Chi from Jiangnan has been invited, he..."
Guan Wangtian's eyes welled with tears: "Tian'er understands, I'll leave everything to Second Uncle..."
He Yi gripped Guan Wangtian's hand tightly, his own eyes also moist.
***
Inside the small building, spring was in the air.
Cui Xian'er, supporting herself on the edge of the pool, raised her plump buttocks high, glistening water droplets clinging to her tender red flesh. She lowered her waist, sinking underwater, and softly called out, "My dear, quickly help Master insert it."
Wang Er released her buttocks, stepped forward, and said, "Madam, don't rush." As he spoke, his hand caressed Xue Chi's penis.
Xue Chi's sensation quickly returned. If a husband were to pull your penis into his wife's vagina, wouldn't you feel pleasure?
Wang Er's fingers were still sliding on her vulva when Cui Xian'er, as if impatient, thrust her swollen vulva back, pressing her vulva against Xue Chi's penis: "Master...spread open Xian'er's hole..."
Separating the moist labia, the thick head of his penis was already inside. The beauty's waist drooped even lower, and her vulva began to sway gently.
Wang Er gripped his penis tightly and looked up, saying, "Master, you can do it now."
"Yes! I know." Xue Chi braced himself against the edge of the pool, his arms wrapped around Cui'er, and thrust his penis in forcefully.
"My dear... my master's ** has penetrated my heart..." Cui Xian'er turned to look at her husband, her body responding to Xue Chi's **, and said, "My dear... my master's penetration feels so good, oh... good master..."
Seeing his wife's pleasure, Wang Er was so happy he wanted to jump up. He placed his hand on their ** and said, "Madam and master are like a match made in heaven, your ** intertwined are so tight and smooth."
"Oh?" Xue Chi glanced at Wang Er, then leaned his body against Cui Xian'er's: "Madam's body is so ** soft and soft..."
"Master! Don't say that... I... have given you everything, and you still make fun of me... oh..."
"I meant that Madam is beautiful and sexy, but... that's wrong..."
"Master's big stick is penetrating me, yet... yet you tease me... oh... big stick..." Cui
Xian'er swayed her waist, their thighs pressed tightly together, Wang Er's hand squeezed between them, already feeling quite bored.
As soon as Wang Er withdrew his hand, Cui Xian'er scolded, "My...darling, I want you to touch me, I want you to...touch my and Master's...um...touch me quickly..."
"But you and Master's legs are pressed tightly together, my hand..." His wife was not satisfied, and Wang Er was also very anxious.
"Silly...darling, you put your hand under my belly...um...Master, harder..."
"My lady's method is the best." Xue Chi panted, pressing his face against Cui Xian'er's fragrant cheek. A faint fragrance entered his nose: "My lady!"
"Mmm!" Cui Xian'er turned her head sensually, her red face full of lust, her slightly open mouth, her fragrant tongue teasing, slowly moving towards Xue Chi: "Master..."
"Mmm?"
"Suck me!"
The two bodies merged in an instant.
Watching his wife sucking and thrusting with another man, Wang Er also seemed to reach the extreme, excitedly stroking the two's private parts...
Just then, hurried footsteps came from the small building.
"Dr. Xue, my young master requests your presence!"
The steward stood bowing at the door, his eyes filled with jealousy. The beauty beneath him was still moaning softly, his powerful manhood throbbing with pleasure.
Xue Chi waved his hand, saying, "Please wait a moment, it will be over soon." Just as he finished speaking, two servants rushed in, bowing respectfully, "Dr. Xue, please come in." These two servants were tall and imposing; they approached quickly. The steward smiled, saying, "If it's inconvenient for you, Dr. Xue, you can have them carry you over." He always spoke politely, even the most vicious words could be uttered with a smile.

Xue Chi suddenly realized something: in the eyes of these people, his reputation seemed to be inferior even to that of a child. A child could cry if he didn't want to do something, but he didn't even have the courage to cry. Having
figured this out, Xue Chi quickly smiled again. He pulled Cui Xian'er up and said, "My lady must be tired too. I'll be right back."
Cui Xian'er's eyes sparkled, and she said sweetly, "Xian'er will wait for you, sir, but..."
Xue Chi took the robe and smiled, "But what?"
Cui Xian'er straightened Xue Chi's clothes, then suddenly whispered in his ear, "Just remember to be careful what you say, sir, otherwise, even if I miss you, I might not be able to."
The two of them looked as natural as a wife helping her husband change clothes, a sight that made everyone incredibly envious.
Wang Er frowned, bowing respectfully, "This humble servant also hopes for your early return, sir."
Xue Chi was about to say something more, but the steward impatiently urged, "The divine physician had better hurry; everyone is waiting."
***
August
12th, sunny.
Auspicious for weddings and house construction.
It was a good day, but for the people of Guanjiabao, it was the darkest day.
A mourning tent was erected in the middle of the courtyard of Guanjiabao, the black cloth curtains and white silk flowers creating a somber atmosphere. A breeze seemed to blow, as if protesting against the heavens.
Everyone in the fortress, from top to bottom, was dressed in white mourning clothes, a sea of white.
He Yi stood in the courtyard, tears still streaming down his face. His elder brother, who had shone brightly in life and commanded the martial world, had died so suddenly, murdered without any explanation. Thinking of this, his chest ached again.
My elder brother is fair and just, always clear about right and wrong in the face of injustice. Who could
have done this? He had pondered this question for a long time, and just thinking about it made his blood boil: whoever did it, he would make them pay!
Blood debts can only be repaid with blood!
He Yi walked into the mourning hall with his head down and sat down in a chair with his head down. He was already somewhat tired from the past few days of running around.
That Xue Chi should be here soon, and the cause of his elder brother's death will definitely be found out!
When he raised his face, he saw Wang Sihua.
His sister-in-law had entered at some point and stood there prettily, seemingly saying something to his elder brother.
Her face was covered with a white veil, and through the soft veil, her charming eyes were already red and swollen. Wang Sihua lowered her eyelids and said in a trembling voice, "Hero He." "
Sister-in-law! You should leave."
How could his sister-in-law bear to watch a loved one undergo an autopsy in front of her?
Wang Sihua shook her head and said, "I... I want to see him a little longer."
"Sister-in-law!..." He Yi waved and stood up. He saw that Wang Sihua had already lifted the white cloth covering her and brought her face close to Guan Jin. Their virtuous wife and noble husband were a beautiful story known throughout the land. He Yi couldn't help but turn his head and slowly walked outside.
If it were you, would you walk away?
Your husband was undergoing an autopsy after death, and you wanted to see his final face. Who would disturb you?
He Yi stood at the entrance to the mourning hall. Before his sister-in-law came out, he had decided not to let anyone in.
The plaintive sobbing came from inside, and He Yi clenched his fists again. If Xue Chi didn't arrive soon, he would have to go and invite him himself.
Just as he thought this, Xue Chi arrived. Qin Wen, Elder Huang, and Guan Wangtian also came.
They flanked him, showing that everyone respected him. Xue Chi strode forward, raised his head, and went inside.
He Yi reached out to stop him, saying, "Please wait a moment."
Xue Chi stopped in his tracks; he really didn't want to be frightened again.
The voices inside grew lower and lower, as low as whispers exchanged during a secret rendezvous. Guan Wangtian rushed inside: "Mother!"
"Tian'er!" Mother and son embraced tightly.
The sun was setting, and they were about to part.
He Yi closed his eyes, but Qin Wen pricked up his ears. He seemed to hear another voice, a voice that should never have been heard at this time.
After a long while, Guan Wangtian, supported by his mother's arm, slowly walked out. Wang Sihua's veil was soaked with tears. She said in a trembling voice, "This concubine... please... excuse... me for a moment, thank you..." As she spoke, two lines of clear tears streamed down her cheeks.
He Yi wiped his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, please come in!"
"Please, Miss Wang." Qin Wen cupped his hands, his eyes fixed on Wang Sihua through the gap in his robe sleeves.
Wang Sihua seemed to have noticed something as well, glancing at Qin Wen as she passed by. That seemingly casual glance was enough to captivate Qin Wen.
Madam Guan was already gone, but Qin Wen's hands were still clasped in front of him. He Yi said indignantly, "Master Qin, what are you thinking about now?"
"I'm thinking about Hero Guan," Qin Wen said, avoiding He Yi, and lifted the entrance to the mourning hall. "Dr. Xue, please!"
Xue Chi carried the box and walked ahead, followed by the others.
Guan Wangtian knelt down before his father's body, weeping, "Father, if your spirit is watching from heaven, I wouldn't want to do this..."
Xue Chi opened the box and placed two knives on the table. The gleaming knives were particularly glaring, and He Yi couldn't help but turn away.
The art of autopsy consists of three parts: first, observation; second, dissection; and third, steaming.
Xue Chi removed the white cloth from Guan Jin's body. Several days had passed, and his face had begun to deform.
What remained unchanged were his eyes, bulging and wide-open, which he couldn't smooth with his hands. Was it the agony of death? Or was it that he refused to believe those who had killed him until his dying breath? No one could answer that question.
Xue Chi washed his hands, unbuttoned Guan Jin's clothes, and found no abnormalities on his chest, only that the skin and flesh were withered .
Everyone silently gathered around, waiting for Doctor Xue's conclusion.
As long as the cause of death was determined, the murderer would surely be found!
Xue Chi's hand reached for the meridians on Guan Jin's chest, and perhaps due to nervousness, his hand trembled slightly. But he quickly calmed down and slowly turned Guan Jin over.
He suddenly frowned.
There was a bloody gash on Guan Jin's back, at the end of which was a wound, the edges of which were rotten, and the exposed flesh was blackened.
He Yi leaned down and asked, "Is the wound poisoned?"
Xue Chi nodded and said, "Yes."
"Does the sir know what kind of poison it is?"
"Quick Return."
Quick Return? This poison had a strange name.
"The poison of 'Swift Return' spreads throughout the body in the blink of an eye. Even the strongest man wouldn't last half an hour."
Xue Chi touched the wound with a silver needle, which had turned green.
"Sir, do you know..."
"Under heaven, apart from the Tang Clan of Sichuan, probably no one else can concoct this poison."
The Tang Clan?
Even the most skilled master of the Tang Clan, Master Tang, couldn't possibly harm my elder brother. He Yi didn't ask, because Xue Chi had already picked up his knife.
Two knives, one long and one short, danced in his hands.
Everyone turned their backs. Guan Wangtian knelt on the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat.
When everyone turned around, Guan Jin's body was covered again. Xue Chi, with his eyes closed, suddenly said to Guan Wangtian, "Did your father ever say he was heartbroken?"
Guan Wangtian said tearfully, "Yes, I did mention it."
"……?"
"Master Guan suffered a heart attack before the battle, which would have slowed his movements. The truly fatal wound was in his back."
After saying this, Xue Chi was drenched in sweat.
This is how someone who has never lied before behaves when he lies for the first time.
He Yi wanted to ask something more, but Xue Chi refused to say another word. Qin Wen beside him had already rushed out.
But he was too late. By the time he found the stable boy, he had already lost his tongue.
*** Xue Chi carried the wooden box out of the courtyard and happened to run into the steward. The steward, who had a sad face, actually smiled when he saw Xue Chi. "Thank you for your trouble, Divine Physician."
Xue Chi said, "I dare not, but am I…?" The steward cupped his hands and said, "Of course, of course. If the Divine Physician wants to leave now, there is a sedan chair at the door." Not only was there a sedan chair at the door, but the couple was also inside. Cui Xian'er was still wearing that thin veil, leaning against the bed, taking a nap. Her exquisite figure and alluring lips created a captivating picture. Several circles of gold thread encircled her wrists and ankles, making her arms appear longer and her calves thinner. Her husband, Wang Er, was busy adjusting her clothes, extremely careful not to disturb his sleeping wife. Xue Chi smiled. He suddenly realized that sometimes lying wasn't so bad; at least he was still alive and had the chance to be with such a beauty. He was already considering whether to take the couple back to his mansion. Cui Xian'er turned over, her sideways thighs parting the thin veil, revealing her delicate, snow-white skin and tightly closed vulva to Xue Chi. Xue Chi felt wonderful. He gestured to Wang Er, who used scissors to cut open the veil, exposing Cui Xian'er's vulva. Wang Er also stopped adjusting, watching Xue Chi move over his wife's body. Was this the first time he had encountered such a scene? His penis erect, the beauty's legs already spread, Xue Chi adjusted the angle, aiming at the moist flesh and thrusting inside. The tight, warm **enveloped** him, and Xue Chi spread Cui Xian'er's legs so he could penetrate even deeper. Cui Xian'er woke up, her alluring eyes half-closed, panting, "Master...it's happening again...hmm..." Xue Chi thrust his penis, saying, "Did you sleep well, Madam?" Cui Xian'er replied, "I wasn't sleeping, I was just waiting for you, Master." "Waiting for what?" "Xian'er won't say." "Is it Madam's wonderful cave waiting...?" "Master is teasing me again! Hmm...you tore Xian'er's gauze dress, and Xian'er wants you to return it...hmm..." As she spoke, Cui Xian'er's legs were already wrapped around Xue Chi's waist, her breasts shaking vigorously from side to side: "Master...hmm, aren't you going to return it?" Xue Chi casually picked up a beaded chain: "How about using this to return Madam's gauze dress?" "This...how is it enough...my big stick, Master?" Cui Xian'er fiddled with the beaded chain, suddenly looping it around Xue Chi's neck: "This chain is so thin, how can it compare to Master's..." "Then... what does the beauty want... oh... what does she want?" "Xian'er wants... Master's big stick... and also wants..." Cui Xian'er squeezed her legs together, swallowing his penis into her vaginal opening. It felt as if a small hand was stroking her glans, making Xue Chi's whole body go limp. "Whatever Madam wants, as long as I have it, take it. Oh... good, Madam, you're squeezing well..." Cui Xian'er pulled the beaded chain, her whole body sitting up, her penis biting Xue Chi's penis, and said, "Master, won't you regret it?" "Madam, please take it, oh... good Madam..." "Thank you, Master... oh... thank you, big stick Master..." The creaking of the bed came from inside the sedan chair again. As her body swayed, her hand gradually slid upwards, suddenly wrapping the beaded chain around Xue Chi's neck: "Xian'er... oh... Xian'er wants..." "What does Madam want... please say..." "Xian'er... oh... Xian'er wants Master Dagun's life!" Before she could finish speaking, Cui Xian'er pulled back, and the beaded chain was already embedded in Xue Chi's neck. "Madam, you..." Xue Chi's eyes widened, but he could no longer muster any strength. Cui Xian'er pushed Xue Chi down, smoothed his eyes with her foot, and laughed, "You said you wouldn't regret it, so why blame me? Hehe..." Seeing Xue Chi lying on the bed, Wang Er suddenly knelt down: "Madam, spare me! Madam, spare me!" Cui Xian'er said, "You've followed me for so many days, you've done very well." Wang Er trembled and said, "It is my honor to serve you, Madam." Cui Xian'er said, "But if you leave, how can I sleep?" Wang Er knelt on the ground and said, "I am willing to serve you, Madam." Cui Xian'er smoothed her hair and smiled, "Although you are willing, I dare not, so..." With a flick of her wrist, a silver needle was driven into Wang Er's vital point. *** Qin Wen's reputation as the top constable in Kaifeng Prefecture wasn't solely based on his martial arts skills; he also possessed an unparalleled ability—interrogation. He had at least eighty-three methods to make people talk and obtain what he wanted to know. But what if a person lost their tongue? Was there still a way? Qin Wen had been a constable for twelve years, and there was never a case he couldn't pry open or solve. Now that the stable boy was the only eyewitness, he really didn't want to miss this opportunity. Steward Liu of Kaifeng Prefecture was about to retire, and the various constables were fiercely vying for the position. If he solved this major case, he would undoubtedly be the next steward. Moreover, the Guan family would certainly thank him handsomely. Lately, whenever he thought of this matter, he couldn't help but think of Madam Guan. Her fleeting glance, her enigmatic smile, had already taken root in his heart. Wang Sihua had been the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world for over twenty years. At that time, Qin Wen was only a teenager. To catch a glimpse of her unparalleled beauty, Qin Wen would run to the mountain every day to practice his swordsmanship. Although the mountain was far from his home, it was just past her house. Finally, one day, Qin Wen saw the legendary beauty. With delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a graceful figure, and flowing hair that danced in the wind, she walked across the wide meadow like a fairy descending to earth. Beside her stood a handsome young man. At that time, Guan Jin was already a renowned young swordsman, his iron spear ranked twelfth on Bai Xiaosheng's "Weapon Ranking." Upon seeing Guan Jin, Qin Wen lowered his head; he knew he had no hope. Later, Qin Wen became the top constable, and the hospitable Guan Jin often invited him to his home. Even when busy with official duties, Qin Wen never broke his promise. —In Guan Family Fortress, there was not only the great swordsman Guan, but also a beautiful wife. Although opportunities to meet were rare, just a chance to see her and exchange a few words would make Qin Wen's blood boil. Now that Guan Jin was dead, would Wang Sihua feel…?

Qin Wen straightened his clothes, his heart pounding again, a fire burning in his blood. He opened the door to the dark room and pushed the stable boy inside.
Inside was another person, a mature woman in her late thirties. She was hunched over an iron chair, her hands bound to the armrests with rope.
Upon seeing the woman, the stable boy immediately knelt at Qin Wen's feet. He couldn't speak, only kowtowing repeatedly.
Qin Wen smiled; he knew this question would finally yield results. He strode behind the woman and said, "If you don't want your mother to suffer, answer my question."
The stable boy opened his mouth and nodded, making "ah ah" sounds.
Qin Wen picked up a pen and threw it in front of the stable boy: "Write down your answer."
The stable boy pointed at the pen and waved his hand.
Was he unable to write, or unwilling to write?
Qin Wen turned, lifted the woman's skirt, and ripped her underpants in one swift motion.
Her arms were rough, but beneath was... Her rounded breasts were incredibly alluring in the candlelight, her untouched anus as tight as a maiden's.
Qin Wen gently caressed her slender, white thighs. The woman twisted her hips, moaning, "Master, no..."
"No what?" Qin Wen reached for her vulva: "As long as your Yun'er writes, I won't move."
Her vulva was already parted, held in place by two fingers.
"Yun'er can't write, Master, be gentle..." the woman pleaded softly, as if afraid her child would hear. "My
hearing isn't good, Madam, please speak louder if you want." Qin Wen supported her vulva with his left hand, his right index finger pressing against her anus.
She bent her legs, trying to avoid Qin Wen's attack: "Master, don't touch there... I... can't take it."
Qin Wen glanced at the stable boy, who stood with his head held high, his eyes filled with rage.
This was exactly what Qin Wen wanted; as long as he couldn't bear his mother's cries, he would have no choice but to write.
His fingers slipped into her anus, which was already
wet and slippery, indicating the drug was taking effect. "Madam, you're all wet and slippery here. What good things are you thinking about?"
The woman shook her head frantically, saying, "Master, don't touch me... Oh... Yun'er, don't look..."
Qin Wen inserted his fingers into her anus and laughed, "Madam's voice is too soft. I still don't understand what you mean."
The woman's body trembled even more violently, because Qin Wen's fingers had already explored her anus. A place that had never been touched before was being manipulated in front of the child, and she was on the verge of collapse.
"Master, please spare us!"
"Madam's voice is still too soft. Could you speak louder?"
"Spare me, Master!" The woman pressed her legs together and cried out loudly.
"Though you say no, Madam, it's not like that here." Qin Wen withdrew his finger, staring at the semen on it: "Your son should know that only a wanton woman will become wet when touched."
Even the most helpless person cannot bear such an insult to their mother. No sooner had Qin Wen finished speaking than Ma Tong lunged forward, biting Qin Wen's finger.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Why would he rather let his mother be humiliated before his eyes than write it down? Was it unwillingness or fear?
"Yun'er, don't do anything foolish..." The mother tensed, but her hands couldn't break free.
Qin Wen smiled at the mother and son before him, his right hand supporting Ma Tong's chin. His mouth opened, and once opened, it could no longer close. The enraged Ma Tong swung his arm at Qin Wen, but Qin Wen twisted him behind his back, and quickly, a rope was wrapped around his arm.
"You bastard, quickly... quickly release Yun'er!" The woman raised her left foot, kicking Qin Wen in the groin.
Qin Wen dodged, his hand already grabbing her ankle: "Madam, there's no need to rush. I don't like things done too quickly." As he spoke, he slapped her breast with his backhand, leaving a handprint on her fair skin with a "smack."
"Ah... **!" the woman cried out loudly.
"Smack! Smack!"
"Madam, you've mispronounced it. I am Qin Wen."
"**! You'll die a horrible death! Ah..."
"Life and death are preordained, Madam, you're overthinking it." Qin Wen spread her legs, inserting his fingers into her vagina, probing and digging inside.
"**So forceful, Madam, do you perhaps enjoy being hit?"
"You... Ah... No..." Violently assaulted, she could only twist her hips forcefully.
"Madam's hips twist very well. Do you feel something special in front of your son?"
Qin Wen's fingers slid towards her vulva, pressing against her anus. Her vulva was red from the slap, making her body even more sensitive. Her anus gently opened and closed, and Qin Wen thrust in.
His hands moved simultaneously, the lower one pulling out while the upper one thrust in.
"Ah...oh...no..." The woman's cries turned into moans: "Don't go so deep..."
"Madam is truly a wanton woman, has your back door been touched before?"
"No! Hmm...moan!..."
"If Madam doesn't cooperate, I, Qin, will have no choice but to cultivate it for you." Qin Wen added another finger inside: "The intimate parts are so close, it will surely be very pleasant to do."
"...Hmm...Hmm...it hurts...moan...hmm..." The woman swayed her body, her breasts sticking up high, as if trying to avoid it, yet also as if welcoming it.
"Madam, you keep calling me moan, isn't it very enjoyable?"
"Hmm...don't say...moan..."
"Your Yun'er is still willing to agree, I'm afraid he also wants to see more of his mother's wantonness..." Qin Wen squatted down, his fingers rubbing faster, suddenly licking her vulva.
"Oh... Yun'er, don't look... don't lick..." The hot ** was licked by the tongue, a sensation of pain and numbness mixed with the feeling. The son beside her glared angrily, but there seemed to be a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Yun'er, Mother doesn't mean it... don't look at Mother..." As she said this, she tried her best to offer her ** to Qin Wen's ** and licking.
"Madam, your ** has a pungent smell," Qin Wen's tongue replaced his fingers, teasing the opening: "Do you want ** inserted?"
"Hmm... no... no... **..."
"You are in your prime, and your husband is away from home for many years. Have you ever thought about your son's **?" Qin Wen enveloped a piece of the ** flesh, thrusting wildly.
"Oh... no... I haven't thought about Yun'er's... **..." The woman's face was flushed, and she secretly glanced at her son.
The son was also secretly looking at his mother, and their eyes met.
Qin Wen continued, "When a woman says no, she most likely means yes. It seems you really want your son's..."
Mother and son remained locked in eye contact. Hearing Qin Wen's words, Ma Tong's eyes shone with passion. His body trembled, as if eagerly awaiting his mother's answer.
Seeing her son's reaction, the woman's heart raced. Staring at her son's face, she trembled and said, "Mmm... Yun'er... Mother... mmm..." Her broken words revealed her innermost thoughts.
Ma Tong struggled excitedly, but tripped over the rope and fell to the ground.
"Yun'er, Mother understands... mmm... Mother's good Yun'er..."
"Ah...ah..." The stable boy shuffled on the ground, pleadingly looking at Qin Wen.
Qin Wen released the woman's body and said to the stable boy, "As long as you tell me what happened that day, from now on you and your mother..."
The stable boy closed his eyes; his heart must have been struggling.
"Yun'er, quickly...quickly tell him...Mother...um..."
His mother's call gave him the strength, and the stable boy finally nodded.
Qin Wen loosened his ropes, and he picked up a pen.
He really couldn't write, but he could draw. And he drew very vividly.
In a clearing in the woods, there was a large carriage, with a beaded curtain covering it. On the other side, Guan Jin was lying on the ground, a sword on his back. The sword was held by a black-clad man with peculiar eyes, which Qin Wen immediately remembered—he must have seen those eyes somewhere before!
After drawing these, the stable boy threw down the pen and gestured with his hands, begging Qin Wen to release his mother.
Qin Wen put away the painting and turned back to say, "Go back first. After you've cleaned the bedroom, you two can live together tomorrow."
The stable boy wanted to say something more, but ultimately remained silent.
"Yun'er... you go first, he won't make things difficult for Mother." After some time of recuperation, she became much more sensible.
Qin Wen smiled and walked to her side, touching her red breasts.
"Don't touch me, hurry... come in..."
"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry, Madam?"
"I... want to go home early."
Hearing Xue Chi's conclusion, He Yi didn't rush towards the Tang Clan; he still had some things to understand.
Because—even if five Tang Clan masters attacked simultaneously, they wouldn't be able to reach Guan Jin in one move, and they would have no chance to stab him with their swords.
Passing through that grove of trees and continuing forward, one would reach Yunhai Manor. Yunhai Manor wasn't built on a mountain, and there was no sea nearby. Even more strangely, He Yi couldn't see a single orchid.
This already proved one thing: Wang Jing was lying!
Wang Jing served tea and said, "Second Master He, you must be here because of Master Guan's matter."
He Yi snorted in response. If it weren't for his elder brother, he really wouldn't want to be with a liar.
Wang Jing dismissed the servants: "Although I lied, it was also for Master Guan's sake."
"Oh?"
"That's a secret." Wang Jing picked up the tea and slowly drank.
He Yi frowned, waiting for him to continue.
"If it weren't for Master Guan's accident, I would never have told you, even if it meant death."
He Yi remained silent.
Wang Jing continued, "In many people's eyes, Guan Jin is a truly upright and honorable hero."
He Yi nodded, saying, "That's right."
Wang Jing said, "So even when he does something unusual, others don't think much of it."
He Yi said, "I don't understand."
Wang Jing said leisurely, "Although Guan Jin is on good terms with you, there are some things he's keeping from you."
"Oh?" "
I wonder if Second Master He knows that a new gang has recently emerged in the martial arts world?"
"The Righteousness Hall? "
"Exactly. Second Master He must also know about the major events the Righteousness Hall has recently undertaken?" The
Righteousness Hall was established in February, and in the past six months it has swept across the Central Plains martial arts world. In April, it destroyed the "Four Tigers of the Iron Family," in May it wiped out the bandit "Flower-Faced Gentleman," and in July it opened thirty-five new branches. At the beginning of this month...
"Second Master He, do you know who the leader of the hall is?"
"The Righteousness Hall's actions are all righteous, but the identity of the leader seems to be deliberately hidden."
"That's right. This is simply because the leader of the Righteousness Hall is Guan Jin, Master Guan!"
"Is there any evidence?"
"No evidence is needed." Wang Jing turned his back and walked towards a painting.
"I only discovered this by accident," he sighed, then added, "Guan Jin always brings something with him whenever he comes here."
He Yi didn't ask; he knew he would continue.
"We all had a great time that time," Wang Jing closed his eyes, as if recalling something from long ago, "Later, Grandpa Guan went to sleep."
It was a special night. When Wang Jing entered the room, he was surprised to find a red cloth bundle. Wang Jing assumed it was another gift to enhance the experience, so he casually opened it, only to find a notebook inside, filled with many things. Many secrets that should only be kept in the heart, never to be told to others.
He Yi said, "I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."
Wang Jing said, "I regretted it at the time, and was just about to put it back in when Guan Jin woke up."
"How did he explain it?"
"Master Guan didn't say anything, only that I shouldn't tell anyone."
"What you said is pleasing to the ear, but I really can't understand one thing."
"Oh?"
"Brother Guan didn't come here for the orchids," He Yi stared at Wang Jing and said in a deep voice, "was he just here to chat with you?"
"Master Guan didn't come here for the orchids, but for something else." Wang Jing sighed again, his face slightly red: "The world-renowned Master Guan has a hobby that I share."
Hobby? Could it be another secret that can't be told to others?
*** The night was deep. Wang Sihua was still awake. Tomorrow, her husband would be buried, and this would truly be a final farewell.
The soft lamplight shone down, illuminating her face, and tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Once he left, he would never return. The taste of separation by death is indescribable unless experienced firsthand. Wang Sihua stood up and walked to the bronze mirror on the wall. Her jade-like body, draped in a gauze dress, still looked so alluring; her high breasts and tender white thighs were even more prominent under the thin veil. If a young girl's body is an aphrodisiac, then a mature woman must be poison. A young girl in bed simply accepts, even if she wants to, she dares not act. Yet it is precisely this mixture of shyness and resentment that makes people like them; older men often enjoy this kind of thing more. **It doesn't have to last, but it must be interesting. If the woman is younger than one's own daughter, the feeling is like sleepwalking—not just novelty, but more importantly, the ability to recapture feelings from years ago. That's why wealthy men are often willing to spend a lot of money to deflower someone; what they want isn't necessarily a touch of rosy blush, but mostly just to see.** Watching a young girl, just beginning her life, moan and whimper beneath him, enduring the assault of something she'd never seen before, is the most captivating sight for a man, and the most arousing of his desire. Married women are different. They have more experience in bed, more expertise; they don't just endure the man's thrusts, they know how to reciprocate. Moreover, they often do what they like, uttering the words they desire. Such women are like sweet poison; even knowing their dangers, men still succumb, and once they've tasted them, they can't stop. Wang Sihua is no longer young; in the countryside, people her age have already passed away, and some are even grandmothers.

But her figure remained unchanged, like that of a young girl experiencing the first stirrings of spring. Her waist was still slender, and her chest was not only white but also firm and perky. Her two slightly pink nipples were still so small; touching them with fingers sent a surge of heat downwards.
Wang Sihua's eyes sparkled as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, seemingly mesmerized.
The beauty in the mirror smiled, her hand pulling open her gauze dress, her fingers sliding across her chest. Her alabaster breasts trembled under the lamplight, her alluring breasts opening and closing intermittently. A blush spread across her face, and her slender, jade-like fingers grasped her nipples, slowly moving towards her clitoris.
There are two ways to maintain youthful beauty: one is through a man's touch; the other is a martial art.
While a man's touch is effective, it is not something ordinary people can achieve. Even the strongest man in the world cannot continuously nourish his wife for a lifetime.
This martial art originated from a Western demonic cult, and the "Hundred Flower Fairy," who was famous for her beauty thirty years ago, used it to wreak havoc in the martial world.
The "Fairy of a Hundred Flowers" was over a hundred years old at that time, but no one who saw her believed it. Men fought to the death for her, while women spoke of her with envy.
She looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties, her body exuding a faint fragrance. The fragrance was captivating, and so was she. Countless young men of the martial world had lost their lives for her. At her feet were thousands of loyal followers. Within two years, the "Hundred Flowers Sect" had surpassed Shaolin and Wudang. Her "Twelve Golden Hairpins" and "Eighty-Four Phoenixes" stirred up bloodshed wherever they went in the martial world.
Later, Shaolin, Wudang, Qingcheng, and other major sects joined forces to wipe out the Hundred Flowers Sect. After a fierce battle lasting five days and nights, they finally forced the "Fairy of a Hundred Flowers" out of her palace.
Her Yang-level personal bodyguards were all top-notch fighters. In the battle, more than a hundred people from various sects died or were injured, including Master Wuji of Shaolin.
Helpless, the various factions had no choice but to temporarily retreat, sealing off the entrance to the "Hundred Flowers Sect" and watching them await their doom.
Unexpectedly, that very night, the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" led a breakout, and despite the factions' overwhelming numbers, she escaped.
Wang Sihua found her at the foot of the mountain; the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" lay on the ground, barely alive, riddled with twenty-nine sword wounds.
Wang Sihua stayed by her side, accompanying her through her final day.
Before dying, the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" pulled a book from her bosom and said something to Wang Sihua.
Wang Sihua was only fifteen at the time and didn't fully understand the meaning of those words. But she remembered them, and over the years, she had secretly been practicing them.
"If you want to hold a man's heart, practice the skills in this book." ***
It was now nearly midnight, the perfect time for practice. Wang Sihua removed her gauze robe and swayed before the bronze mirror, her fingers fidgeting. "Our sect's secret technique, 'Charming as Spring,' is passed down only to disciples within the sect, one person per generation." "With prolonged practice, this technique can grant eternal youth. If one also practices the method of replenishing yin with yang, one can attain immortality." "The first step before practicing is to arouse yourself. The stronger the passion, the greater the effect. Remember: no matter what method you use, you must arouse yourself greatly; otherwise, the practice will be useless." These were the words on the first page of that book. The first time Wang Sihua saw them, she blushed upon just a glance. Now, however, she was not only used to it but also eagerly sought that feeling. The kind of pleasure achieved through fantasy and dreams was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. There were no taboos, no rules, as if all the men under heaven were surrounding her, their bodies erect and enormous. At that moment, she would not only be the most beautiful woman in the world but also the most powerful and happiest woman among women. The candlelight blazed brightly; she was already lost in a dream. Her fingers groped and probed into the flower's heart, teasing it wantonly, her voice growing increasingly breathless. Behind the bronze mirror was a small hole, containing only two things: a book and a beautifully wrapped red box. Inside the red box was a red cloth. Unveiling the cloth, Wang Sihua laughed. No one in the world had ever seen such a laugh, and even if it were told, no one would believe it. The wife of the dignified hero Guan Jin, the mistress of Guan Family Fortress, to have such a laugh—a laugh containing obscenity, even evil—even the most famous "Willow Eyebrows" girl in Yangzhou couldn't laugh. Even if she could laugh, she could never laugh with such seductive charm. She laughed as if speaking to a close friend of many years, taking out that thing and inserting it between her full, rounded breasts. Her jade-like hand caressed, her breasts swaying wildly. That soft, leathery yet perfectly erogenous rod was curved, like a banana from Jiangnan; as the fingers withdrew, the other inserted. As the teacup sipped, fine beads of sweat appeared on her body. With a slight exertion of her fingers, the stick slipped into her crevice, and then she opened the book. "To hold a man's heart, practice the skills in this book." Her husband was gone; whose heart did she still want to hold? *** August 14th. Morning. Foggy. He Yi stood outside the gate of Guan Family Fortress. Although it was only early autumn, the air was already chilly, and a thin layer of frost covered the roadside weeds. Today was the day of Guan Jin's burial, and representatives from several famous sects in the martial arts world had arrived early. Master Tang of the Tang Clan stood before He Yi, cautiously answering each of his questions. "The Poison of Quick Return has been used by our sect for many years." Master Tang was over sixty years old, and his reputation in the martial arts world wasn't very good. In the past decade, the Tang Clan's prestige has declined significantly, but their methods of poisoning are far more sophisticated than before. To achieve their goals, they no longer adhere to the rules established by Tang Chuang. "Anyone who crosses the Tang Clan is not far from death." This is a widely circulated saying within the Tang Clan, and it is said that the first person to utter this phrase was Master Tang. Master Tang, a slender man with a sallow face, smiled broadly: "This poison is too difficult to use; many people have been rendered unable to act because of it." This was his reason. The reason for its use was simple: it wasn't that he feared the poisoned person would die too quickly, but if the person who administered the poison injured their hand, that was unforgivable. "Is the use of 'Swift Return' quite unique?" "It's not very complicated, but there aren't many people in the world who can learn it." Master Tang's smile deepened: "Right now, there are definitely no more than three people in the entire world." "These three people must all be members of the Tang Clan." A surge of heat rose in He Yi's chest: "Besides you, the other two are…" Master Tang's smile widened: "Although I know how to use it, I haven't touched this weapon for eight years, and the other two are not members of our sect." A look of reverence suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he murmured: "One who can use 'Swift Return' doesn't necessarily have to have superb martial arts skills, but one must have a pair of exquisite hands." He Yi no longer looked at his hands. Members of the Tang Clan always wore long robes with particularly wide sleeves, and Master Tang's were not only wide but also long, almost reaching his knees. Was it for convenience, or to prevent others from seeing his hands? Master Tang smiled and flicked his sleeves, and a pair of hands shot out like lightning, grabbing towards He Yi's face. He Yi flashed, and his hand fell to the ground, but something else appeared in his hand.

Master Tang smiled and opened his hand, returning He Yi's breastplate to him, saying, "Hands not only need to be fast, but also nimble."
His hands were nimble, and fast enough; He Yi already understood somewhat.
Master Tang, however, feared he still didn't understand, and continued, "That alone is not enough."
Not enough?
"Yes, the person worthy of the 'Swift Return' poison must have a strong heart." Who
among those who administer poison isn't ruthless?
He Yi didn't ask, not wanting to spoil Master Tang's interest.
Master Tang raised his head high and said, "In the world, besides me, only the ascetic master of Shaolin and Abbess Jing Shui of Emei can avoid the backlash of the poison when it's used."
One is a high-ranking Shaolin monk, and the other is renowned throughout the world for his benevolence; these two would never do such a thing.
He Yi nodded and asked, "I've long heard that Mr. Tang enjoys traveling and sightseeing. May I ask where you've been lately?"
Mr. Tang's smile faded, and he replied seriously, "I haven't left Sichuan for three years."
White sails fluttered, and cries of grief filled the air.
The funeral procession from Guanjiabao finally dispersed, and the steward, who had been working tirelessly for many days, breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the back hall.
"Madam."
"Who is it?"
"It's me.
" "Is there something you need?"
"They, they've all left."
"Come in."
The steward pushed open the door and entered a world of gauze.
The soft and transparent gauze was like a beauty amidst the fragrance of cosmetics.
This was Wang Sihua's boudoir.
Wang Sihua leaned against the bed with her back to the steward. Through the gossamer-like black gauze, her bare back, slender waist, and rounded, full breasts
were visible. "Hua Lang?" Wang Sihua raised her jade hand, and the gauze slipped down, revealing her smooth, bare breasts to the steward. Between two full breasts, a strip of red cloth was held, so striking that one couldn't look away.
The steward's breath seemed to stop, and he stammered, "Madam... Madam wants to..."
Wang Sihua picked up a bronze mirror and said, "Isn't that Xue Chi from Jiangnan very obedient?"
"He's not only very obedient," the steward stepped forward, his hand actually touching Wang Sihua's thigh, "but also..."
The steward's hand brazenly caressed Wang Sihua's body, "Even if he wanted to disobey, he can't now."
"Hmm?"
The steward bent down and licked down her thigh, "Doesn't Madam know my methods?"
He was not only arrogant but also somewhat haughty, his hands kneading and pinching Wang Sihua's jade-like body, his mouth slowly moving to her ankles, taking her nail-painted toes into his mouth.
Guan Jin's body was barely cold, and this servant seemed to be too bold.
Wang Sihua wasn't angry, not even a hint of dissatisfaction. Had this situation already happened before? Or was she afraid he would do something?
Her thighs were shapely, her calves slender. Even more beautiful were her ankles, so beautiful they made one's mind wander to fantastical things. Wang Sihua turned around, raising her right leg, and the butler, as if something was amiss, opened his mouth and chased after her.
Wang Sihua smiled; she had always been confident in her body and knew the function of every part of it.
In truth, women have many ways to control men.
She wore a pair of soft red silk rings on her ankles; if someone wanted, they could even put their head inside.
This was a weapon she had come up with on a whim today. For men, a true weapon doesn't necessarily have to be gold, silver, bronze, or iron. As long as you can imagine it, plus the right time and environment, sometimes even a drop of water is enough to make a powerful man kneel before a woman.
Worldly women only know how to cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide, but they don't know that these methods don't win a man's heart; sometimes they even have the opposite effect. A true woman's skills in controlling men are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
Wang Sihua twitched her toes, smiling as she watched the steward open the silk ring until his head slipped inside, his tongue then touching her calf.
"You look just like something," Wang Sihua said, stroking his head, continuing, "both loyal and honest, making me really not want you to leave."
The steward's movements abruptly stopped. "What does Madam mean…?" he asked.
Wang Sihua said, "It's not quite right for a newly widowed woman to have a steward attending to her every day."
The steward said, "As long as Madam doesn't object, who in Guan Family Fortress would dare to speak ill of us?"
Wang Sihua sighed, "Others probably don't have the guts, but Wangtian is already quite grown up; he understands many things."
The steward relaxed, and his tongue began to move again: "Although Young Master Guan has grown up, there are some things he probably won't forget too quickly."
"Madam should remember that matter as well, so as not to have to remind me every day." The steward slowly emerged from the silk ring and then pounced on Wang Sihua.
***
"
Raising a cup to ask the blue sky."
This is a line of poetry, and also the name of a sword.
A truly peerless sword must have an extraordinary name.
The white-worn deerskin scabbard and the cold, unyielding blade were particularly alluring in the flickering candlelight, and Qin Wen's heart pounded again.
"Madam said that Master Qin has been working hard for many days, so she specially chose this gift." The one who brought it was a girl with heavy makeup. After saying this, she sat in Qin Wen's lap.
Although she was young, her figure was not small. Her full breasts and large buttocks indicated that she was different.
"Did she give any other instructions?" The heat in his chest was overwhelming, and Qin Wen's voice was almost uncontrollable.
The woman wrapped her arms around Qin Wen's neck: "Madam also said that I will do whatever Master Qin wants me to do." As she spoke, she reached for Qin Wen's buttocks and grabbed his penis through his robe.
"Master Qin, what do you want me to do?" Her voice was seductive, and her fragrance was enticing.
Her fingers moved up and down between the shaft and the testicles, making Qin Wenxin even more flustered: "Your Majesty... does your mistress have any other instructions?"
"No."
Qin Wenxin's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. Why not?
"Sir," the woman grabbed Qin Wenxin's arm, "I feel a little swollen here, sir, please rub it for me."
Although the girl seemed very anxious, Qin Wenxin couldn't muster any interest. This kind of thing, where they immediately get involved, must have some purpose if it wasn't for the reward.
"You should go back. There's nothing to do here."
"Sir, I...I want you..." Fear filled the girl's eyes. "Sir, your penis will get hard soon, I want you to penetrate me...um...Sir."
Qin Wen pushed her away angrily. "I have no need. Even if I did, Tianxiang Tower wouldn't lack someone like you."
"Sir, you've been there?" The girl turned her back, unbuttoning her blouse. "Since you've been there, why wouldn't you want it?"
Her plump, white breasts and ample flesh writhed before Qin Wen. "My body is willing to ascend to paradise with you, sir...um...Sir, look, it's all wet here..."
Qin Wen said coldly, "If you don't leave, I'll throw you out right now!
"
***
Watching the girl run off like a little bird, Qin Wen sat down again.
She had brought him a square box, emanating a faint, feminine fragrance. Qin Wen opened it and saw the sword.
This sword had once caused a great stir in the martial arts world, with the Chongshan and Hengshan sects fighting to the death for it.
Qin Wen picked it up, glanced at it twice, and put it down. "
I am not a swordsman, what use is a sword to me?
You should know what I'm thinking, so why did you let a courtesan seduce me?"
The box was made of exquisite materials, with a hidden compartment inside. Inside the compartment was a pink silk cloth with a few words written on it:
"**Long night, may you cherish it; like mandarin ducks falling into the water, my heart lingers."
There was no signature, yet it was more moving than any signature. Qin Wen had read these words countless times. Each time he read them, he pondered for a long time.
In a hazy state, he seemed to return to his childhood, to the era when he often dreamed.
The moonlight was bright, and a chill permeated the air, but a fire ignited in Qin Wen's heart, gradually spreading throughout his body, even altering his gaze. His eyes became bulging, and his tongue trembled wildly around his lips.
Some say it's a disease, an incurable one, usually causing those afflicted to excel in that area; others call them "lustful demons."
Once possessed by this demon of lust, only beauty can cure it.
He already regretted letting the girl leave.
His saliva seeped, burning him until he tore his robes, his fingers instinctively reaching downwards. One hand above, one below; one hand manipulating, the other seemingly...
Even the world's number one constable was different in such matters.
He was at the peak of his pleasure, almost reaching his climax, when suddenly the door opened a crack, revealing a pair of firm, shapely thighs.
"A lonely lamp in the cold night, Master Qin certainly knows how to enjoy himself." Though the person was outside, the sexual desire was already palpable.
"Who...who's outside..."
"Madam knows Master isn't sleeping well, so she specially sent me," she said, still standing outside the door. "I just don't know if Master Qin will throw me out?"
"We'll have to see what Master Qin does," Qin Wen replied, grabbing his robe to cover his nakedness. ***
Thick fog. Deep night. The night grew darker, and a figure in the fog slipped through the corridor and into the inner courtyard of Guan Family Fort. On nights like this, anything was convenient. Wang Sihua leaned against the pool, the gentle warmth enveloping her like a fog. She liked this feeling; in the rising heat, her whole body seemed to melt away. Shouldn't he be here soon? The troubled days were over, from now on... "Mother..." Guan Wangtian burst in, his eyes fixed on his mother. Wang Sihua seemed not to hear him, still scooping up a spoonful of hot water and pouring it over her outstretched legs. The water seemed tempting, rushing down her thighs towards her midsection, parting the dark hair to reveal a glimpse of her hidden labia. Her white thighs, tinged with pink, the woman's most intimate parts, were laid bare before her son. Guan Wangtian's breathing quickened, his hands tightening his robes as he cried out, "Mother! Mother!" "Hmm..." Wang Sihua nodded, her fingers slowly sliding towards her vulva: "Tian'er... what time is it now..." Guan Wangtian looked at his mother's fingers: "The hour of Zi is almost over, the hour of Chou..." He abruptly stopped, moving closer to his mother: "Mother, I..." His mother's fingers were already inside, held between two tender, red labia. Wang Sihua said, "Mother needs to wash more thoroughly, remove all his things." "Mother, you're so good... Tian'er, Tian'er won't let you down!" Guan Wangtian's hands and feet trembled, unsure where to put them. Looking at her son's anxious eyes and listening to his vow-like declaration, Wang Sihua smiled: "As long as you remember your mother's kindness, from now on you will be the master of Guan Family Fortress. Everything in the fortress will be yours, including me..." Her eyes sparkled, her beautiful gaze sweeping over her son's genitals. "Haven't been here for so many days, have you been with anyone?" Wang Sihua's seductive charm was palpable as she pointed a jade finger at her son's nose, her hand still stained with her own semen. "Mother, I..." "If you've been, you've been. Men shouldn't stutter." Wang Sihua flicked her finger, and a drop of semen ran down her son's nose, flowing into Guan Wangtian's mouth. Guan Wangtian closed his lips and sucked wildly, taking his mother's finger into his mouth, pulling at his robe sash to reveal his bare chest, his underwear already bulging with erection. "You know your mother doesn't like things to be rushed, so why are you like this again?" Watching her son's erection gradually rise, Wang Sihua smiled even more seductively. Tonight, she would satisfy him. She had sacrificed and thought too much for this day, especially since the drug was already clearly taking effect. She had found the drug in her husband's secret chamber; if he hadn't died so "coincidentally," she might never have needed it. While "Itch Piercing the Heart" originated in the Western Regions, it wasn't nearly as potent. The real aphrodisiac was a rare herb from beyond the Great Wall. This herb had no name and was initially used to feed cattle and horses. Later, someone discovered that the meat of livestock from beyond the Great Wall could enhance sexual performance, and after much investigation, physicians discovered that the herb was the culprit. Thus, the herb was named "Joyful Herb." Simply soak it in wine for a hundred days, and a single sip would grant unwavering sexual stamina throughout the night. Moreover, this herb wasn't soaked in wine, but in the inherently aphrodisiac "Itch Piercing the Heart"! She had already felt the difference while practicing; what usually took half an hour to prepare seemed to be done instantly. In moments, her skin was not only delicate, but its firm elasticity surpassed that of a virgin. Guan Wangtian spat out his mother's finger and tried to pull her up to cover his trousers, but she pulled her hand away. "Tian'er..." Wang Sihua turned her body, her back to her son, and raised her buttocks: "Wipe your mother clean." "I wonder if Mother likes being in the water..." Guan Wangtian pulled off his long robe and was about to enter the pool. "You only know that the water is interesting, but you don't know there are even more wonderful places." Wang Sihua twisted her buttocks, letting her son see her anus: "That place used to belong to him, but now..." As she spoke, her fingers slid down her buttocks and massaged there. "Where?" "Yangxin Tower." "Yangxin Tower? Isn't that where Father studied? Could it be..." "Although it's a good place to study, your father never actually studied there. Tian'er, are you interested in...?" "Of course I'd like to, but right now in the fortress..." "He Yi has already returned to the manor, and our fellow martial artists have long since left. Even if some servants see us, who would dare to say anything?" Wang Sihua got up, put on a thin veil, and nestled into her son's arms. "Now, do you miss your mother?" The mother wrapped her arms around her son's strong arms and said seductively, "The things there are very special..." "Qin Wen hasn't left yet, Mother, have you forgotten?" "That Qin fellow is a lecherous devil; he's probably embracing Xian'er right now." Wang Sihua's eyes sparkled, and her jade hand grasped her son's staff: "It'll be dawn soon, listen to your mother, hmm..."

"Mother, hold on tight." Guan Wangtian swept his arm around his mother and pulled her into his embrace.
***
An
alluring fragrance, a seductive allure.
Qin Wen's tiger eyes widened, seemingly mesmerized.
Cui Xian'er swayed and twisted in, placing her hands on Qin Wen's shoulders: "Master Qin, haven't you ever seen a woman before?"
Her body was completely naked, without a single piece of cloth. Her breasts were firm, her abdomen flat, and a tuft of hair peeked between her parted thighs…
Qin Wen didn't move; his mind was racing, the old case from the beginning of the year resurfacing.
"You're Feng Erniang!" Qin Wen suddenly roared, locking Cui Xian'er's wrists.
Cui Xian'er was startled for a moment, then smiled seductively: "Master Qin is overworked, it's understandable that you might mistake someone for someone else. I am Cui Xian'er." As she spoke, she moved forward, her breasts pressing against Qin Wen's arm.
"Feng Erniang, you still dare to deny it?" Qin Wen avoided Cui Xian'er's teasing, looking even more closely.
"Who is Feng Erniang? Perhaps Master Qin is seeing things?" Cui Xian'er raised her slender leg, placing her foot against Qin Wen's crotch.
Her bare feet, her bright red nail polish—if it were anyone else, Qin Wen would have already pounced on them. But this woman—Feng Erniang, whose childhood name was Meiniang, was twenty-nine years old. She married into the Jia family of Shandong at sixteen, and her husband died of illness at eighteen. Unable to resist, the young woman seduced her father-in-law, who died of ejaculation less than six months later. At twenty, she eloped with another man, encountering the prostitute Wan Miaoxianniang, from whom she learned the art of absorbing yang energy to replenish yin, thus beginning her practice of harming others… In the third month of the year, she sneaked into Zhenyuan Escort Agency, and in one night, drained the essence of thirteen young boys… Her face was rosy, and she had a red mole on her neck…
Thinking of this, Qin Wen couldn't help but look at her neck. Her skin was like white jade, smooth and alluring. Where was the red mole?
A mask can conceal a person; can a mole also be hidden?
Qin Wen shook his head, released Cui Xian'er's wrist, and said with a wry smile, "I was careless. Did I hurt you, Madam?"
"I'm not in pain, but what you said, Master Qin, is surprising." Cui Xian'er stroked the back of her hand, then continued, "My husband unfortunately passed away first, and I'm now living with Madam Guan. How could I be some Feng Erniang?"
"Madam's appearance is extremely similar to Feng Erniang, that's why I..."
"Master Qin doesn't believe me, could it be..." Cui Xian'er used her toes to lift Qin Wen's robe, gently stroking his crotch: "You don't believe Madam Guan's words either?"
Madam Guan? What did he say?
Qin Wen's eyes flashed, waiting for her to continue.
Cui Xian'er didn't speak further, her toes pressing against his crotch, slowly stroking to the base: "Madam said, this..." Her foot stopped below his testicles, her body suddenly swaying, and she exclaimed, "What's this here..."
Before she could finish speaking, she collapsed.
What had she seen?
*** Guan Wangtian carried Wang Sihua and placed her on the bed on the second floor.
The Yangxin Building was dark, yet filled with endless jewels. "Red Shell" was the name of a luminous pearl; its light was red. A red pearl, pale red walls, a large red bed, and a mother and son aroused by passion. The mother's gauze robe fell to the floor, and the son's erection rose. "Tian'er," Wang Sihua pointed to the corner of the bed, "open the cabinet." Inside was a leather whip. Seeing it, Guan Wangtian's eyes brightened. A demonic glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he trembled as he grabbed the whip handle and offered it to his mother. "Mother! You want…" Wang Sihua didn't take it, but instead turned and lay face down on the bed, her two full breasts rising high. "Mother…?" Guan Wangtian's voice trembled. "Hit me!" His mother's voice was full of longing. "…" "Use the whip to hit your mother!" "Okay!" The words had barely left his lips when the thick leather whip lashed down. " Smack ! Smack!" "My son, um... my son... harder..." *** When Cui Xian'er opened her eyes, her hands were already handcuffed to the chair. Qin Wen stood naked in front of her, holding her chin with his hand, pointing to his penis, and said: "Some things are better left unknown." His fingers touched down there, then thrust in with his other hand: "Since you already know, then you can't blame me. But before you die, I, Qin, want to experience Feng Erniang's methods." Cui Xian'er said: "I am not Feng Erniang." Qin Wen said: "Feng Erniang doesn't necessarily have to die, but it's different for those who see my secret." His left hand lifted her penis, and his right hand actually reached into her body from under her testicles, enveloping his fingers in two tender pink labia. How could a man have a penis? No one would have thought that the renowned number one constable of Kaifeng Prefecture would be a hermaphrodite! Qin Wen showed no shame whatsoever. With one hand rubbing his penis and the other parting her labia, he said to Cui Xian'er, "Can my penis compare to your wife's?" Cui Xian'er hurriedly replied, "Xian'er didn't see anything." (At this point, Ximen encountered a major difficulty. Although he had discussed it with his friends, he knew too little about the reality of hermaphrodites. Those who know, please don't laugh; those who don't, please take Ximen 's account as the standard.) "Want to see? No one in the world knows my secret yet." Qin Wen grabbed Cui Xian'er's long hair and pressed his penis against her lips: "Take a good sniff. Can it compare to your wife's?" "As long as Master Qin is interested, Xian'er will serve you," Cui Xian'er's eyes gleamed, her tongue pressing against Qin Wen's labia: "If Master can spare Xian'er, not only will this matter not be spread, but I can also help Master..." "I, Qin, have roamed the martial world freely, and have no need for assistance." Cui Xian'er lightly bit the flesh of the opening, then suddenly released it, and said sweetly, "Madam Guan is currently alone in her chambers, I wonder if Master Qin..." 'Madam Guan?' Qin Wen's heart trembled involuntarily, and he gripped Cui Xian'er's long hair even tighter: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I, Qin, be the kind of person who betrays friends and indulges in lust?" His face was contorted with excitement, and veins bulged on his genitals. Cui Xian'er quickly noticed this; women's hearts are inherently sensitive, especially hers, a woman among women. Cui Xian'er smiled; a man on the verge of death, suddenly given the opportunity, couldn't help but smile. She pursed her lips into a circle and slowly blew air into it: "Xian'er often has the honor of serving Madam, and Madam often listens to my words." If you want her to serve me, she will agree? Qin Wen didn't ask this question aloud, but his eyes said it all—as long as you can accomplish this, you won't die! Cui Xian'er nodded and continued, "Madam Guan has a secret when she does things, a secret that only I know." "Tell me quickly!" "Xian'er always uses her hands when she tells other people's secrets. If Master Qin wants to hear it, is it...?" "Alright!" Qin Wen unlocked the shackles and said in a deep voice, "If there is even half a lie, then you cannot be allowed to live."

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