The Unspoken Stories of the Master – Fox Wives and Ghost Concubines

Sages of high virtue disdain discussing: strange phenomena, physical strength, chaos, and spirits.
Passersby, lacking virtue, only spout nonsense about: lust, desire, evil, and demons.
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From the "Unspoken Words of the Master" series—Fox Wives and Ghost Concubines) (Taken from "Strange Tales from the Firefly Window"—"Warm Jade")
Chen Fengwu was a filial and incorruptible scholar. He was handsome and refined, well-read, and possessed a wealth of knowledge in classical texts. He passed the imperial examinations at a young age. His ancestral home was Shaoxing, Zhejiang, but he was currently registered in Ganshuiqiao, Wanping (now Fengtai District, Beijing). Behind his house was a three-room building, originally where his father rested. When his father was alive, Chen Fengwu would often climb the building to gaze into the distance or compose poems. After his father's death, Chen Fengwu was often overcome with grief by familiar sights and sounds, so he locked up the small building, leaving it empty for four or five years.
One night, the moon was bright, the stars were few, and the sky was cloudless. Chen Fengwu had gone out to visit a friend and returned very late. Everyone in his family was already asleep, except for his young servant boy waiting at the door to open it for him. Upon returning home, Chen Fengwu saw the beautiful moonlight and decided to enjoy it for a while, indulging in poetic contemplation.
He asked his servant boy to wash the tea set and boil water for tea. Looking at the silvery moonlight, Chen Fengwu recited a few lines of poetry, feeling his mind clear and his heart at peace. Suddenly, he heard a clear flute melody coming from not far away. The flute music was lingering, plaintive, and sorrowful.
Chen Fengwu carefully discerned the direction of the flute music and finally determined that it was coming from the small building behind the house. A chill ran down his spine. Chen Fengwu thought to himself, "That small building has been empty for many years, and now, at midnight, flute music is coming from it—it's extremely eerie!" His heart pounded wildly, and he dared not linger, quickly returning to his room to rest.
However, Chen Fengwu tossed and turned in bed, the flute music seeming to echo in his ears every time he closed his eyes, preventing him from sleeping all night. The next day, Chen Fengwu got up and immediately went to the small building, using the daytime to bolster his courage and investigate.
When Chen Fengwu went downstairs, he saw that the windows were covered in cobwebs, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the threshold. There were no signs of anyone breaking in. He calmed himself slightly before entering the building. He found it filled with various books, untouched, and he checked every corner, finding nothing amiss. However, this only made the events of the previous night seem more bizarre. He quickly closed the door and hurriedly left.
That night, around midnight, music drifted from the small building again, but this time it was the sound of sheng and guan (traditional Chinese wind instruments). Chen Fengwu awoke from his sleep and listened intently. He found the music tonight to be exceptionally beautiful, melodious, and pleasing to the ear, unlike the mournful and desolate tones he had heard the night before. Chen Fengwu listened intently, the sheng and guan seemingly soothing his soul, and he drifted off to sleep again.
The next day, Chen Fengwu dressed himself properly and respectfully approached the building. He prayed to the heavens, "I wonder if the person living upstairs is a deity or a spirit? Why is the music so terrifying? If there is any exquisite music to be played, please allow me to experience it in person. Please do not hesitate." After saying this, he immediately returned to his room. Suddenly, he noticed an invitation on his desk.
Chen Fengwu opened the invitation and saw that the handwriting was delicate and graceful, and the inviter's name was listed as "Wen Yu, Rou Niang," clearly a woman's name. He was greatly surprised and hurriedly asked his family who had sent it, but everyone was baffled and had no idea how the invitation had been delivered.
That night, Chen Fengwu went as invited. Before he even reached the building, a young maid was already waiting at the door. She smiled and said, "My friend is indeed quite bold! The two ladies have been waiting for quite some time." She led the way, and the two walked together. Chen Fengwu looked up at the building and saw two beautiful women standing by the railing with their sleeves down, looking bored and hesitant. In the moonlight, their "fragrant mist dampened their cloud-like hair, and the clear moonlight shone on their jade-like arms," which evoked a feeling of pity in him.
Chen Fengwu ascended the stairs, stepped forward, bowed, and said politely, "This humble man has no musical knowledge and is utterly ignorant of music. It is truly an honor to be invited to this gathering by you two!"
One of the beauties smiled slightly and said, "Since you claim to be ignorant of music, how can you request to hear such exquisite music? Who can believe such a thing, young master?"
As she spoke, Chen Fengwu had been observing them closely. Upon closer inspection, he was astonished: the one who spoke was voluptuous and curvaceous, her smile exuding a captivating charm; the other was even more beautiful, her beauty bordering on melancholy, her silent frown evoking pity. They both wore flowing dance costumes, sashes adorned with jeweled skirts, and embellished with gold rings and jade pendants, their movements producing rhythmic sounds—truly celestial maidens descended to earth.
Chen Fengwu replied, "The elegant music I heard these past two nights, if it came from either of you two beauties, I would be honored to hear it and listen to it to my heart's content. Would that be so kind of you?"
The woman who hadn't spoken earlier smiled and said, "Such a hasty meeting! Is the young master perhaps preoccupied with the beauty in his room and eager to return?" With that, she took out a jade flute from her sleeve and began to play. This was the very piece Chen Fengwu had heard the day before; the flute's sound was like the mournful cry of a lone crane, the lament of a departing wild goose—bitter and sorrowful, enough to bring tears to one's eyes.
Before the piece was finished, it was interrupted by another woman, who waved her sleeve and said, "Sister, don't play such heartbreaking music; it will only upset the young master." So she had her maid bring a sheng (a type of reed pipe instrument) and began to play it against the threshold. The sound was like the harmonious cry of phoenixes and the flocking of luan birds, capable of turning sorrow into joy and soothing the heart of the distressed. It turned out to be the very melody heard last night, but played even more melodious and lingering today.
After the two pieces were finished, the three introduced themselves. It turned out that the woman playing the sheng was Wen Yu, and Rou Niang was the woman playing the sorrowful flute melody.
Feng Wu and Wen Yu chatted happily, discussing everything from ancient times to the present. Wen Yu answered all questions, seemingly knowledgeable, but Rou Niang remained silent, half-covering her face with her sleeve, gazing absently at the moon, as if burdened with countless worries and sorrows. Chen Feng Wu found this strange and inquired about it. Wen Yu said, "This silly girl often acts like this; please don't take offense, young master."
Night had fallen, and a maidservant came to urge them to return home. Wen Yu looked at Chen Fengwu and said, "Having guests but no fine wine diminishes the enjoyment of such a beautiful evening. If you could be our host, young master, we would certainly visit your study." Chen Fengwu readily agreed and arranged to meet the following night. Wen Yu and Rou Niang then descended the stairs and quietly walked away from the east side of the building, their destination unknown. Chen Fengwu then discreetly returned to his room, unnoticed by his mother and wife.
The next morning, Chen Fengwu said nothing. In the afternoon, he went to his study, pretending to be engrossed in writing. As dusk fell, he feigned that he hadn't finished his essay for the imperial examination and wouldn't return to his room that night. He instructed his servant to bring bedding and set up the bed, while secretly preparing fine wine and dishes, lighting candles, and awaiting the arrival of the two beauties, wondering if they would keep their appointment.
Around midnight, the two beauties arrived together. The room was immediately filled with laughter and joy, as warm as spring. The two women were no longer as shy as they had been the night before. After several rounds of drinks, everyone became slightly excited. Chen Fengwu stood up and asked the two beauties to continue playing the elegant music from the previous night. Wen Yu quickly declined, saying, "My family is nearby; it wouldn't be good to wake them." So she stopped playing music. Everyone simply encouraged each other to drink and played drinking games. Before long, they were all quite drunk, their eyes unconsciously revealing a charming allure, their desires for love and intimacy fully exposed.
Wen Yu then declared to Chen Fengwu, "My sister and I both harbor deep feelings for you, sir. We wish to be your devoted lovers and embark on a journey together, though we cannot change your mind..."
Before Wen Yu could finish, Chen Fengwu interrupted, "Thank you both for your kindness. It is my great fortune, and I have long harbored the same feelings!"
Wen Yu then said to Rou Niang, "Sister, you stay here. I'll head back now!"
Rou Niang blushed and said, "I'm not used to... I can't compare to you in this kind of thing."
Wen Yu laughed and said, "You were the one who first expressed your feelings with the flute, stirring up trouble. Who would dare to beat you to it?" With that, she leaned on her maid's shoulder and staggered away.
Chen Fengwu and Rou Niang then went to bed together, and they indulged in passionate lovemaking...
Rou Niang shyly turned her body away from Chen Fengwu. Chen Fengwu looked at her gradually bare shoulders and back; Rou Niang's snow-white skin was exceptionally dazzling in the dim candlelight. Rou Niang heard a rustling sound in her ear, and thinking that Chen Fengwu was also undressing, she couldn't help but blush, and was too ashamed to turn around and face him.
Chen Fengwu gently turned Rou Niang's shoulders, and Rou Niang slightly resisted, allowing Chen Fengwu to turn her body around, so that the two of them were naked facing each other. Rou Niang's face remained flushed and lowered. Chen Fengwu scrutinized her fair, pearl-like skin. Her breasts, though small, were full, and her lower abdomen was smooth and supple. Below her shallow navel, a few sparse hairs connected, gradually growing thicker and denser downwards before disappearing abruptly between her plump legs, forming a dark, thick inverted triangle, giving her an aura unique to mature women.
Chen Fengwu laid Rou Niang on the bed and rested his face against her soft abdomen, gently caressing it. Rou Niang couldn't help but let out a soft moan of satisfaction. When Chen Fengwu's lips lightly touched the sparse pubic hair, Rou Niang trembled as if tickled, her hands constantly stroking the back of Chen Fengwu's head.
Chen Fengwu gently spread Rou Niang's legs, revealing a pair of pink labia at the base of her thighs, the scene inside her vagina completely exposed to his eyes. Chen Fengwu gently rubbed the clitoris in the center of her labia, his tongue lightly licking the flesh above it, and Rou Niang couldn't help but moan again.
Chen Fengwu's tongue was busy on that secret peach garden, and he was surprised that he could be so uncontrollable, not only betraying his wife, but also doing something he had never done to his wife before—licking her vulva! Chen Fengwu passionately inserted his tongue into the honeyed entrance.
"Ah... young master... no... don't... um..." Rou Niang's back arched, uttering moans, and she twisted her waist, letting Chen Fengwu's tongue swirl inside her vagina. "Um... so... comfortable... um..." Rou Niang's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling.

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