The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

In the Battle of Xiangyang, Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, used his unparalleled martial arts skills to kill the Mongol Khan M?ngke with a flying stone. Kublai Khan, in his quest for the throne
, led his army in a hasty retreat. News of this caused a frenzy throughout the city.
That night, in the mansion of the great hero Guo Jing, lanterns and decorations adorned the walls, and a lavish feast was held. Many heroes and righteous men who had come to aid in the defense of the city
gathered in small groups, some feasting, others drinking heartily. The atmosphere was chaotic, with shouts and clinking glasses creating a mess.
In the midst of the revelry, some even stripped down to their shirts to test their skills, creating a deafening roar of laughter and commotion. The usually
solemn and dignified Guo Jing mansion now resembled a teahouse and tavern.
Under the silver candlelight, Huang Rong quietly observed the bustling scene before her, yet a deep, bone-chilling
loneliness and weariness lingered in her heart. Since the siege of Xiangyang, she and Guo Jing had been inseparable, constantly engaged in fierce
battles, both attacking and defending, and racking their brains to strategize. Even after days and nights without sleep during the most intense battles,
they remained energetic. Now that the siege had been lifted, Huang Rong let out a long sigh, feeling utterly exhausted,
as if she had aged considerably overnight.
With this thought, Huang Rong unconsciously touched her forehead, lost in thought. She was forty years old, and had held the title of the most beautiful woman
in the Central Plains martial arts world for many years. Although the years had passed and she no longer possessed the youthful innocence of her younger days,
she had become increasingly mature and alluring, like a fine wine that only grew richer with age.
Her long, black hair was styled in a high bun, the rest flowing freely, adorned with a white jade chrysanthemum hairpin.
Her look was a blend of heroic spirit and feminine grace. Her smooth forehead showed no signs of age, and her delicate, fair
face, like a lotus blossom, was framed by phoenix eyes that sparkled with spring, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath
sweet as orchids. A well-tailored, water-red outfit accentuated her striking figure, highlighting her alluring curves: rounded shoulders, a slender
waist, and a graceful, supple gait. Her full, rounded hips, like a full moon, were incredibly alluring.
Especially her large, full breasts, the testament to the mother of three children, which pressed against her dress
, creating a silhouette that made men's blood boil. Even the
most seasoned and experienced heroes couldn't help but steal glances at her…
"People say Chief Huang is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and seeing her today, it's
truly well-deserved..." "Large breasts, a slender waist, and a full bottom—she's a natural beauty!"
"Those breasts, that figure, that face—to be able to hold such a beauty and fuck her cunt, I
'd gladly give up a few years of my life..."
"Guo Jing is so lucky; it's a pity that such a beautiful flower like Huang Rong is stuck in that pile of cow dung."
Huang Rong inherited her mother's beauty and was a beauty from a young age. Since venturing into the martial arts world, she
had long been accustomed to the admiring, respectful, or frivolous gazes of men, and she remained unfazed. Ultimately, Huang Rong possessed
a self-assured pride in her looks.
She gazed intently at her husband, Guo Jing, surrounded by a group of heroes not far away. After more than thirty years of marriage,
the endearing, simple-minded image of Guo Jing from his youth had long been blurred by the trials and tribulations of the martial world.
Now resolute, composed, and dignified, revered as a "Great Hero" by all
. "But, Brother Jing," Huang Rong thought, "by Rong'er's side, are you the revered Great Hero Guo, or simply Rong'er
's lover and husband? Being a great hero belongs to many, but Brother Jing can only belong to Rong'er alone..."
Suddenly, Huang Rong thought of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu. This couple, having endured countless hardships and tribulations, defying societal prejudices
, finally came together. Their deep affection and divine love were the envy of many. Now, living a secluded life, detached from worldly
affairs, they lived happily ever after—wasn't that a great blessing?
"Brother Jing wouldn't think like Guo'er, so concerned about the country and its people—that's what a true hero is!"
Huang Rong, filled with resentment and unable to vent, picked up the wine cup in front of her and downed three bowls in one gulp. Seeing
her boldness, the people at the next table cheered and quickly poured more wine to toast her. Even though Huang Rong had a considerable capacity
for
she couldn't withstand the constant urging. After several rounds, her pretty face flushed red, making her even more radiant. Her starry eyes were unfocused and dreamy, almost dripping with tears. A few soft breaths caused her large breasts to heave, and her entire body exuded a captivating charm.
Some of them couldn't resist, their wine cups clattering to the ground. Their hearts were itching with desire, and
they longed to pounce on her immediately, embrace this alluring beauty, and make love to her passionately.
Seeing his beloved wife drunk, Guo Jing was worried. He bowed repeatedly, begging for forgiveness, and squeezed to Huang Rong's side. He put his arm
around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Rong'er, you're drunk. Let me help you inside to rest!"
Huang Rong gave a soft hum and buried her head in her husband's arms. Guo Jing, supporting his wife, smiled at the crowd and said, "My wife can't hold
her liquor .
Please allow me to help her to rest." The crowd of heroes chimed in, "Madam Guo has been working hard these past few days and should rest early. Please, Master Guo, make your way." "
I have a secret recipe for sobering up, which I'd like to offer to Madam Guo." "Madam Guo is a woman of great courage and strength. We should all follow her
example and drink until we're drunk tonight..."
A cacophony of voices rose and fell, but they also automatically parted to make way for her. Huang Rong leaned against her husband's
broad shoulders, languid and slightly drunk, her slender waist swaying and her full hips gently rocking as she walked away, exuding charm
. Behind her, countless men, their eyes glued to her plump, round buttocks
, secretly swallowed hard. Guo Jing entered the room and, after a while, helped Huang Rong into the inner chamber to lie down. He lowered the beaded curtain and was about to cover her with the quilt
when he suddenly heard Huang Rong murmur in her sleep, "Father, don't go, don't leave Rong'er."
"Brother Zhou, are you leaving too? Where is Ying Gu…?"
"Guo'er, Miss Long…"
Her ramblings suggested that in her drunken dream, she saw her loved ones, close friends, and beloved juniors
leaving . She could restrain herself during the day, but in her dreams, her true feelings were revealed. Guo Jing, hearing this, felt a surge of tenderness.
He thought to himself that Rong'er had suffered too much these past few days. He had been busy with war preparations and had rarely shown her any kindness or care. He, Guo Jing,
truly … owed her so much.
Guo Jing gazed lovingly at his sleeping wife, Huang Rong, his large, strong hands stroking her hair. His gaze
wandered from her flushed cheeks and trembling lips to her full breasts. A surge of heat rose
uncontrollably in his lower abdomen. Remembering that they hadn't made love for months, he was overcome with desire, his breathing
becoming heavy.
His hands moved, gently caressing his wife's delicate face and white neck.
He paused , as if touching the most exquisite work of art, and carefully moved to Huang Rong's high breasts, beginning
to knead them gently. As his hands increased the pressure, Huang Rong's voluptuous body was aroused. Her
body writhed slightly, her cherry lips murmured something, and her tongue occasionally licked. Guo Jing chuckled softly.
He thought to himself that Rong'er must have been waiting for a long time.
Without hesitation, he roughly tore open Huang Rong's bodice, his large hand reaching inside to strip her upper body
down to a bright yellow bodice. The thin gauze-like undergarment underneath could
barely conceal her flesh, revealing her fair and smooth body, as white as condensed milk. The sight of her exposed breasts was so arousing that Guo Jing could no longer control himself. He leaped up and pinned Huang Rong beneath
him, tearing open the bodice with both hands and grasping without hesitation the pair of breasts that countless men dreamed of. The smoothness, fullness, and amazing elasticity of her breasts made Guo Jing, who had been engaged in sexual intercourse with his wife for many years, exclaim: "Rong'er 's breasts are the finest in the world." Guo Jing's large hands caressed his wife's beautiful breasts. Even with his powerful, unyielding hands, his full breasts were difficult to grasp in one grasp; many smooth, glistening pieces of flesh slipped out of his palms, and the red nipples peeked out from between his fingers. Huang Rong's soft murmurs had gradually turned into moans, and her body writhed more noticeably in response. When Guo Jing lowered his head and took one of her pink, alluring nipples into his mouth, she let out a soft cry, her arms involuntarily encircling his neck, her chin tilting back, her head swaying slightly, and her long black hair gradually becoming disheveled. Guo Jing knew his beloved wife was aroused, and he pressed on, sucking, biting, and licking her nipples with abandon, thoroughly enjoying himself. This caused Huang Rong beneath him to writhe like a snake, her moans growing louder and louder. Guo Jing's large hand was not idle either, meandering down, caressing the fair and flat abdomen, moving down little little, gradually approaching that alluring triangle area, the fragrant paradise. A damp heat came from between his fingers, and Huang Rong's lower flower cave was already overflowing. Guo Jing, seeing that the time was right, was about to probe with his fingers when a soft footstep reached his ears. His martial arts had reached the pinnacle of mastery; though filled with lust, his senses were sharp. He heard the footsteps approaching, stopping outside the hall gate, pausing hesitantly, pacing back and forth a few times before finally calling out, "Great Hero Guo! Great Hero Guo !" The voice was familiar; it belonged to the military envoy surnamed Liu, who served under Lü Wende . Guo Jing felt troubled, thinking that this was probably the end of the night. He glanced apologetically at Huang Rong, only to see his beloved wife already turned away to sleep beside him. Guo Jing sighed, pulled her clothes over himself, covered her with the quilt, and said gently, "Rong'er, lie down early. I'll be right back ." He then got out of bed, went outside, and asked, "Lord Liu, I am here. What brings you here?" Envoy Liu replied, "General Lü has urgent military matters to discuss and requests that Great Hero Guo come to the palace." "Very well, please!" "Please!" ... The footsteps faded into the distance, until all sound was gone. On the bed, Huang Rong slid a tear down her cheek. The next morning, Huang Rong was awakened by a growing urge to urinate. Opening her eyes, she saw the sun was already high missing the sunrise. Looking at the bed, she knew Guo Jing hadn't come to sleep last night; he was probably still at the Marshal's residence. A pang of sadness washed over her. The urge to urinate returned, and she instinctively reached under the bed, only to find it empty. It seemed the diligent maids in the Guo residence, seeing she hadn't gotten up for so long and knowing her fondness for cleanliness, had taken the chamber pot that had been used overnight to wash it, and it hadn't been returned yet. Huang Rong, sleeping soundly, hadn't noticed, a great loss of face for a martial arts master, and she felt somewhat embarrassed. Left out the doorwith no other choice towards the mansion's latrines. Along the way, servants and maids stopped to greet her, and Huang Rong, mindful of her status as mistress, naturally stopped to nod in return, which delayed her somewhat. Her bladder was clenched repeatedly, making her steps unsteady. Just as she was about to reach her mixed with a foul stench. Huang Rong frowned and asked a maid standing beside her, "What 's going on up there? Smoke and stench everywhere." The maid replied, "They're cleaning the latrines today, burning mugwort to fumigate the area." Huang Rong nodded, inwardly groaning. Of all times, they had to clean the latrines now! She knew that since the siege of Xiangyang, the city had been completely blocked, and the city's food, drink, and waste had accumulated for months. Now that the enemy had retreated, farmers from the surrounding villages were coming in oxcarts, carrying loads and buckets to "collect fertilizer." Wealthy families were also taking the opportunity to clean their mansions' latrines, benefiting from the situation. Huang Rong was incredibly unlucky; she happened to be there when the Guo family was cleaning their latrines. Suddenly, she was desperately needing to urinate, and the usually resourceful and clever woman was helpless because of her own need to urinate. If word got out, she would be the laughingstock of everyone. Huang Rong smiled bitterly to herself, then suddenly remembered a woodshed on the west side of the back gate of the mansion, abandoned and unused. She decided to use it. Having made up her mind, she didn't hesitate and ran as fast as she could. Fortunately, it was a secluded corner , rarely visited by anyone, and she didn't encounter anyone else along the way. She arrived shortly, waving open the wooden door and bolting it shut. Inside, in the east corner, she saw a pile of firewood , neatly arranged by the servants, free of dust. Without thinking, she ran over, unfastened her trousers, lifted her pleated skirt, and let her plump, white buttocks sink down. Her inner thighs relaxed, and with a whoosh, golden urine gushed out. The pressure in her bladder eased, and she couldn't help but groan, "So comfortable!" Huang Rong was unaware that behind the pile of firewood beside her, a pair of bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on her urinating vulva, not blinking. Old Man Sun was an ordinary servant in the Guo household, carrying water and firewood. He was short, with a wretched appearance and a withered, walnut-shaped face. He looked more like seventy-five or seventy-six than fifty-three or fifty-four, but the old man was strong and robust, with the physique of a forty-year-old vigorous man. Old Man Sun was a native of Xiangyang. Xiangyang, with its strategic location, had been a battleground since ancient times, frequently ravaged by war. During this period of great upheaval, the warlike Mongol Tartars relentlessly attacked the city year after year. Old Man Sun's ancestors were honest , hardworking farmers from the surrounding towns. When the Tartars came, they were unable to hide and were beheaded. The family fled to the city, surviving as laborers , penniless. Old Man Sun, in his fifties, was still a bachelor. If it were n't for the steward taking pity on him when the Guo family hired servants, seeing his honesty and age, he would likely have starved to death on the streets soon. Therefore, Old Man Sun was deeply grateful and worked exceptionally hard. Moreover, the Guo family always treated their servants very well, providing food and lodging , and a monthly stipend of several strings of cash. During festivals, in addition to red envelopes, they would also provide new clothes. In such chaotic times, where could one find such a good family!

As the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires," and this is certainly true. Since becoming a servant in the Guo family, Old Man Sun lived in a grand house
, ate fine grains and noodles, and did light labor; his cheeks had even become fuller. His youthful spirit was
gradually stirring, and he thought he couldn't live his whole life as a bachelor.
So, he chose an auspicious day, dressed in his finest clothes, and begged the matchmaker from the back street to arrange a marriage for him. He said he was not young anymore and
had saved some money, and he wanted her to use her silver tongue to find him a wife. He didn't want an old man, only a beautiful
young woman of sixteen or seventeen. The matchmaker knew him well, and although she was a customer, she couldn't openly mock him, but secretly she spread the word
as a joke.
Thus, everyone in the Guo household knew about it. Some frivolous ones laughed at him to his face, calling him an old man who was disrespectful and a predator
trying to Sun wasn't bothered. When the laughter became too much, he blushed and pointed to the sky, swearing, "I will definitely marry
a beautiful young woman to shame you all!"
Everyone laughed at this. The maids, servants, and other women in the household laughed at him, while others
pitied him. Some of the more frivolous ones couldn't help but gossip and tease him when they met. The old man took it
seriously, thinking that these young ladies were interested in him and were flirting with him, so his mouth started to wander.
Some knew their place and feared the Guo family's rules, so they spat at him a few times and ignored him. But some promiscuous women
, finding him amusing, teased him in a subtle way. Old Man Sun, having gained some verbal advantage,
couldn't resist getting physical with the women. These women were also flirtatious; if he pinched their buttocks one day, they would let him
touch their breasts the next. They would give him a stern look and scold him, but they were secretly aroused. Old Man Sun
was quite clever; seeing the lust in the girls' eyes when they glared at him and the seductive smiles on their lips when they scolded him, he was delighted and
became even more persistent.
Some, annoyed by his persistent advances, would be led to secluded spots where they would undress and engage in sexual intercourse.
Each was startled by the old man's large, thick penis; he was incredibly vigorous and energetic, no less than a young man. They were often
utterly defeated , crying and screaming in pain. Afterwards, their genitals would be swollen and red, and they would walk with a limp. The next time they saw him,
they would flee like mice before a cat,
not daring to take his advances again. Old Man Sun, having lost his pleasure, was quite irritable and even considered visiting prostitutes. Unfortunately, his wallet was too
thin, and he couldn't afford the services. Going to prostitutes would only invite ridicule, and he feared being beaten out, losing face and his health
would suffer. Thinking of all the helplessness, he could only force himself to suppress it. Every day, seeing those beautifully
dressed
maids and servants swaying their slender waists before his eyes, his lust burned like a raging sea. Helpless, he could only use his hands as a substitute, fantasizing and ejaculating at the same time.
Among them, Guo Jing's wife, his master's mistress, the famous and former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Huang Rong
, was a frequent visitor in his fantasies. When he first saw Huang Rong, he was stunned by her beauty. There was no woman in this world who could be so
beautiful . One glance from her and his soul was captivated.
Although he knew that his status was vastly different from Huang Rong's and that he could never have her, his wicked heart could
n't help but indulge in fantasies. He quickly stroked his old, hard penis. As the pleasure surged, he
imagined Huang Rong, with her incomparably alluring beauty, naked with snow-white skin, her large, white breasts swaying, her mouth
working hard to swallow his penis, her plump buttocks shaking like a bitch in heat. Her seductive
moans, sometimes melodious, sometimes high-pitched, accompanied by her swaying breasts, finally spurted out
his cloudy satisfied, the sense of loss in his heart grew even heavier.
"If I had the chance to taste her beauty, I would die content..."
Last night, a grand banquet was held in the mansion, and many heroes attended, most of whom were completely drunk. They had to
rest on the spot in the mansion, as there were far too few guest rooms. Fortunately, Huang Rong had anticipated this and prepared to vacate the rooms of the servants for everyone
to rest. She also negotiated with an inn in the city that ran a carriage business to arrange beds for the servants. Only after all this trouble were they able to find a
place for everyone. Old Man Sun, however, was so busy last night that he missed the curfew. By the time he remembered, the city was under
curfew. The Tartars had just retreated, and no one in or outside Xiangyang dared to be careless. At the first watch, the entire city was under martial law. Anyone who went out on the streets without the General's
decree would be executed without mercy!
Old Man Sun was torn. Suddenly, he remembered the woodshed in the mansion where he used to have affairs. He usually
kept it tidy, and behind the pile of firewood in the east corner, he even laid out a straw and cotton quilt for his pleasures. Thinking it over,
he headed towards the woodshed.
He slept soundly, but was suddenly awakened by a loud banging on the door. He wiped his sleep and
was about to mutter a few words when, through the gap in the firewood, he saw Huang Rong, the celestial maiden he had always fantasized about but could never have.
Old Man Sun was startled, thinking that he had been caught sleeping in by the mistress. He was about to scramble out and kowtow to apologize when what he saw
next him speechless, his soul almost leaving his body.
Huang Rong, desperate to urinate, was only concerned with relief after pulling down her skirt. A skilled martial artist with keen senses, she
was now immersed in the pleasure of release, completely unaware that behind the pile of firewood directly in front of her, Old Man Sun was staring
intently at her urinating vulva: her snow-white, pinkish-white thighs, where a
thick patch of pubic hair was glistening black from the urine, and several strands of wet pubic hair clung to her dark red cleft, hanging
down, a single golden drop of urine dangling precariously—even more alluring... It was two pink and bright red
labia , like a rose petal in the morning dew, moist, fresh, and charming. The clitoris, about the size of a thumb, was like
a pearl, bathed in the sweet dew sprayed from the flower's heart, becoming even more smooth and tender...
Old Man Sun's face turned red, his breathing became heavier, and his hands couldn't help but caress his throbbing lower body, which was already hard and swollen. He began to stroke it up and down. The beautiful scene in front of him really stimulated him. After a few strokes, a few strands of clear fluid
had seeped from the tip of his penis . Huang Rong slowly finished urinating and was comfortably about to pull up her trousers and put on her pleated skirt when she suddenly caught a faint gasp. The sound was like a thunderclap, and countless thoughts raced through her mind: "Who is it? How come I didn't notice? Could it be a master? Is it friend or foe? Did he/she see my embarrassing moment just now..." Shocked and angry , she let out a sharp cry and unleashed a powerful palm strike in response to the sound. This palm strike was a true inheritance from her father, Huang Yaoshi, and this time, fueled by anger, the force of her palm whistled, instantly sending firewood flying in all directions. Caught off guard, Old Man Sun was knocked over several times and leaned against the wall, crying out, "Madam, have mercy!" Huang Rong was about to take a step forward to pursue when she suddenly heard this. She stopped her attack, her palm still, and shouted, "Who are you? Why are you spying? "

"Me? Speak!" She was both ashamed and angry, her voice sharp and fierce, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes. Old Man Sun dared not meet her gaze,
and hurriedly scrambled to his feet, kneeling before Huang Rong and kowtowing desperately, begging for mercy: "Madam, Madam, I am
Sun Xiaoshuan, the water carrier of the manor. I didn't mean to, I didn't see anything..."
Huang Rong stared intently at the lewd old man in front of her. She rarely met Old Man Sun, but she vaguely remembered that he
was a servant in the manor. She had a feeling that it might be a misunderstanding. Her gaze swept over Old Man Sun and she
saw the long, thick, red penis that the old man hadn't managed to insert in his panic. Upon closer inspection, she
saw a trace of semen dripping near the glans.
"You still say you didn't see it..." Huang Rong felt a surge of bitterness and anger. She had never suffered such a humiliation since she entered the world of martial arts.
Her innocent body had been seen by this old geezer, and... and he even used it to masturbate.
She kicked Old Man Sun with her toe, sending him tumbling over, and said angrily, "You old man, you shameless bastard! You still say you didn't
see it? Tell me, what was that?" Pointing at Old Man Sun's penis, her body trembled slightly.
Old Man Sun's face flushed red, knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, so he got up and kowtowed again, but this time he dared not
beg for mercy.
Huang Rong gradually calmed down, looking at Old Man Sun's bruised and swollen face, his forehead covered in dust and a red,
swollen patch, his hunched body trembling uncontrollably from fright. Her heart
softened, thinking that she had been careless, and that the old man's mistake was unintentional. She also thought that even a Vajra Arhat would be tempted by her body, let alone an old man
...
She felt a little smug, looking at Old Man Sun's penis. Although she had just been frightened, it was still hard,
thick, long, and large. Even Jing-gege's erection was not as good. This old man actually had such a great endowment. Huang Rong
was secretly amazed, and her heart couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. A heat surged slightly deep in her lower body...
"I... what's wrong with me?" Huang Rong blushed, quickly composed herself, and sternly said, "Considering you
are a servant in this household, I will spare you for now. But if even a whisper of what happened today gets out..." With a
cold snort, Huang Rong flicked her finger, and a sharp gust of wind pierced the air, striking Old Man Sun's left ear. Blood
gushed out instantly. Although Old Man Sun was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, he dared not utter a sound. He hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying,
"No! No! I wouldn't dare even if I had the courage of a million men!" Huang
Rong thought to herself that if she kicked the old man out of the house, he might spout some nonsense that would
become
the talk of the town and cause an uncontrollable uproar. It would be better to keep him by her side to keep him under control. Therefore, she used her Finger Flicking Skill to ensure the old man was filled with fear and wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Since marrying Guo Jing, her reputation as a chivalrous woman had grown, and she had become more
righteous in her actions. If it were before, given the temperament of the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, she would have already killed the old man to silence him
.
Huang Rong noticed that although Old Man Sun was afraid, he kept glancing away while avoiding her gaze. Only then did she
realize that she hadn't yet fastened her pleated skirt. Her entire lower body was still exposed to the air, her two slender, fair thighs
shimmering with an ivory luster in the light streaming through the window. Her lower abdomen was a tangled mess, completely exposed,
and even her buttocks felt chilly.
Realizing what had happened, she was both embarrassed and angry. Just as she was about to raise her hand to slap the old lecher, Old Man Sun, being a quick-witted
fellow , Huang Rong was both amused and
annoyed. Her eyes, almost unconsciously, drifted to Old Man Sun's dangling penis, and she spat, "
Aren't you to fasten your pants?" "
With that, she swayed her slender waist slightly, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air, and quickly walked away. Only her graceful, slender back remained, leaving Old Man Sun
stunned for a long time.
The third section
describes the residence of Lü Wende, the Prefect of Xiangyang. Lü Wende, then serving as the Pacification Commissioner of Jinghu,
did not originally have his office within Xiangyang city. However, in recent years, the Tartars had repeatedly invaded Xiangyang, causing
alarm throughout the Southern Song court. Emperor Lizong issued an edict urging him to oversee the battle, forcing Lü Wende to leave the comfortable and safe rear area, bringing two concubines with him
to Xiangyang." To avoid offending the envoy, the state government office, built with no expense spared, became Lü Wende
's temporary residence in Xiangyang and the meeting place for military discussions.
It was midday, and several guards leaned against the wall, their spears slung over their shoulders
, nodding off intermittently. The office was utterly silent; the winding corridors were quiet and secluded. Several
peonies vied for attention, attracting a swarm of bees and butterflies, adding to the tranquility.
In a refined and secluded courtyard to the southeast of the office… At this moment, faint moans drifted through the air.
Passing through the hanging bamboo curtains, and around the main hall, one entered the inner courtyard's sleeping quarters. Within the thin, gauze-draped curtains, wisps of smoke
swirled, carrying a rich, fragrant aroma. From a gilded, silver-plated, exquisitely crafted censer, wisps of smoke rose
gently, their intoxicating scent instantly dispelling the summer heat. On the rosewood-carved bed, two bodies writhed and rolled, drenched in sweat.
The woman, her hands braced against the bed, had her slender waist bent to its limit, her smooth, jade-like, snow-white back forming
an utterly alluring silhouette. The curve of her buttocks, a few glistening beads of sweat clinging to the hollow of her back, faintly exuding the scent of perfume,
her round, pert buttocks like two full, white jade moons, now exaggeratedly arched upwards, revealing her slightly purplish
cleft and the beautifully shaped anus. Below, amidst the tangled pubic hair, a thick, dark, glistening penis was
vigorously thrusting in and out, each stroke sending sprays of fluid flying.
The man, with his potbelly, thrust hard, the friction of his penis against the vaginal walls causing the woman
to moan : "Good brother! Harder, Rong'er... Rong'er wants more..."
Encouraged, the man grabbed the woman's sagging breasts, his fingers digging deep into them, as if wanting to crush those
snow-white pink breasts to pieces.
"Want more? What do you want? " The voice was frivolous and lewd.
The woman's plump, fair body was enveloped in a mixture of torture and pleasure. She tried her best to please him, daring not to disobey in the slightest. She
said in a seductive voice, "Rong'er... Rong'er wants brother's big cock. Rong'er's... her lower body is so itchy!"
As she spoke, she kept twisting her buttocks and rubbing against the point where their bodies were joined. Her delicate oval face was full of lust
.
"Haha!" The man laughed with satisfaction, and with a thrust of his waist, they engaged in another round of passionate lovemaking.
Finally, amidst the woman's joyful moans, the man's buttocks trembled, and he ejaculated all the semen in his scrotum,
striking the woman's tender and sensitive flower core. In an instant, both of them were in ecstasy, enjoying the ultimate orgasm.
This man and woman were Lu Wende, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, and his concubine, Liniang.
Lu Wende lay limply on the brocade, his eyes closed, panting. He
savored the intense pleasure of reaching his climax just moments before, as if
the woman beneath him was Huang Rong, the inviolable goddess in the hearts of the people of Xiangyang. What an intoxicating experience! To ride such a peerless beauty beneath him and bring her pleasure—
wasn't that every man's dream?
Although Lu Wende was greedy, lustful, and of mediocre intelligence, he was not without merit
. His position as a third-rank pacification commissioner in the treacherous Song court was no accident. He flattered the powerful prime minister Jia Sidao, becoming Jia's
confidant ; and during the defense of Xiangyang, he unreservedly trusted and relied on the righteous people led by Guo Jing—
a display of courage that was certainly remarkable.
Now that the Tartars have retreated, the siege of Xiangyang has been lifted, and the Mongol Khan has been killed beneath the city walls—such unparalleled achievements will likely propel
Lü Wende 's career to new heights.
While Lü Wende is riding high on his success, a sense of melancholy lingers in his heart. He has been with countless women,
many of whom are stunning beauties—from courtesans to virtuous ladies to exotic beauties. He has seen it all, yet he has never encountered
a woman as mature and alluring as Huang Rong, with her graceful bearing, unparalleled beauty, and exquisite
figure . Coupled with the seemingly unassailable aura of
a chivalrous heroine, such a natural beauty, yet also incredibly ruthless, would surely stir a desire to conquer in any normal man!
Lü Wende both covets and fears Huang Rong's mature and voluptuous body. After all, Huang Rong was no ordinary woman; money and
power could not easily sway her. Her beauty was unparalleled, the likes of which he had never seen before. He considered only the wife of the
Condor , to be comparable. Such a stunning beauty was before his eyes every day, yet he
could not take advantage of her; how could he not be troubled? When the Tartars were besieging the city, his life was in danger, and he had no time for such fantasies. Now that his life
was safe, his barely suppressed lust began to stir.
That day, his desire surged, burning him with unbearable heat. He summoned Li Niang and pinned her
down engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, and after a fierce battle, he was exhausted. His desire was somewhat relieved, but the emptiness deep within him
remained like an abyss, impossible to fill. He sighed deeply, his brows furrowed: "I wonder when I'll be able to ride Huang Rong under my crotch and
enjoy myself to my heart's content!"
"Husband, what troubles you!" A slender arm reached out, and a snow-white body, still damp with heat, nestled against
Lü Wende's side. Li Niang, her face flushed with desire, asked in a sweet, seductive voice.
Lü Wende frowned and sighed, remaining silent. A hint of mockery flashed
in Li Niang's alluring eyes. She extended her slender fingers and gently caressed Lü Wende's fleshy back, saying with a half-smile, "Is it
because of Madam Guo?"
She was originally a famous courtesan in Yangzhou, renowned for her beauty. After their one night together, Lü Wende couldn't bear to part with her. Considering
his status as a high-ranking official, frequenting brothels would damage his reputation. Therefore, he used money to bring Li Niang into his household
as a concubine. Even when fighting the enemy at the Xiangyang front, he didn't forget to bring her by his side, showing how much he doted on her.
As the saying goes, "Madams love money, and courtesans love beauty." Li Niang, born into a brothel, was naturally a promiscuous woman. Aside from his immense power,
Lü Wende's appearance was truly unappealing; he was rugged with
a bandit-like air, and his bloated figure lacked any seductive charm. Li Niang naturally disliked him. If it weren't for his status and influence,
it would have taken him much longer to win her over. Fortunately, although Lü Wende was unattractive,
his manhood was certainly impressive, and he was skilled at seducing women. During their intimate moments, Li Niang was often thoroughly
satisfied , moaning with pleasure, and thus had no interest in keeping a lover and cuckolding the powerful Lü Wende
.
As a former courtesan, Li Niang had a long and varied life, with countless lovers, and her ability to read people was second to none.
Lu Wende's cunning schemes were obvious to Huang Rong. In fact, not only was Lu Wende
captivated by Huang Rong, but even a courtesan like Li Niang, upon first seeing Huang Rong's ethereal beauty, couldn't help but be mesmerized.
She secretly exclaimed that such a woman existed in the world, so valiant and heroic in battle, a woman
who rivaled both sides in awe. Yet this spirited woman also possessed a seductive charm, with large breasts and a full
figure, exuding a captivating allure amidst her elegance and grace.
Li Niang, always confident in her "seductive skills," considered herself worlds apart from Huang Rong. Her seduction
was merely fox-like, flirtatious and wanton, carrying a hint of worldliness; while Huang Rong was a perfect blend of fairy and devil, chaste woman
and wanton woman.
Li Niang felt ashamed of her appearance, but she was quite uninhibited in her infatuation with Lü Wende. Even
when Lü Wende asked her to pretend to be "Rong'er" during their intimate moments, she did so willingly without the slightest jealousy. She merely
observed Lü Wende, since the Tartars retreated, frequently invited Guo Jing to his residence under the pretext of discussing military matters, causing Guo and Huang
to spend less and less time together, hoping to sow discord between them.
In Li Niang's eyes, such underhanded tactics were not only clumsy but also ineffective. Not only were the Guo couple deeply in love,
leaving no room for maneuver, but it would also take at least a year and a half to see any effect. Lü Wende, on the other hand, had very little time left.
According to Song court custom, he would not be allowed to hold military power for long. The yellow-robed envoy summoning him back to Lin'an to report on his duties had probably
already set off!
When Li Niang exposed his secret, Lü Wende wasn't angry. He sighed and muttered, "Who's the bird '
Guan Guan' on the river's islet? A young maiden, a gentleman's desire." He was a woodcutter by
trade , and to avoid ridicule, he hired a tutor and read a few books of poetry and prose. Unfortunately, he wasn't willing to put in
the hard work. He did recognize more characters, but he was a "literacy novice." When he encountered unfamiliar or
obscure pronounce them by their radicals, making the poem "Guan Ju" sound utterly nonsensical.
Li Niang was both disdainful and amused. A plan formed in her mind. She leaned close to Lü Wende's ear and whispered,
"My lord, do you remember last time..." Her voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible.
At first, Lü Wende's face was filled with bitterness and resentment, but gradually his eyebrows lit up with joy. Finally, he embraced Li Niang's delicate body and
laughed triumphantly, "If this fulfills your wish and brings about a happy ending, Li Niang will be credited with a great service."
"You stinking men are all heartless worms, always wanting more than you have," Li Niang
deliberately pouted, twisting her hot body as she tried to break free from Lü Wende's embrace.
Lü Wende was delighted with this clever plan. The strong jealousy in Li Niang's voice
sounded both charming and intoxicating to him. His desire surged, his breathing became heavy, and as he gazed at Li Niang's milky white body, he let out a low growl.
He pressed down on her, his large hands kneading her large, white breasts like a bull in heat, launching another attack.
A meaningful look flashed in Li Niang's eyes. Soon, the pleasure in her lower body surged, and when she opened her eyes again, she was
burning with desire, her passion boundless. The
next
day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Seeing the pleasant weather, Huang Rong, feeling restless, decided to go out for a walk. It had been
over a month since the siege of Xiangyang was lifted. After the great battle, Huang Rong was exhausted, her expression always carrying a hint of languor. Guo Jing thought
his beloved wife had overworked and was too drained, and felt sorry for her, often gently advising her to rest more.
He was naturally taciturn and couldn't understand women's thoughts. After receiving a few glares, he just scratched his head and chuckled apologetically,
his simple-mindedness making Huang Rong lose her temper.
Huang Rong knew that her beloved Guo Jing's lifelong ambition was to serve his country and its people. Now, Lu Wende
, the
garrison frequently summoned Guo Jing to discuss military matters, keeping him extremely busy. The couple
rarely saw each other, sometimes going days without a single meeting, and their conversations were even fewer.
Although Huang Rong harbored many complaints, she couldn't bear to go against her husband's wishes. What man doesn't harbor ambitions
to achieve great things ? However… “Alas!” Huang Rong sighed softly, so many worries weighing on her mind. Now, to whom could she confide
these tangled sorrows ? The weather was truly beautiful today, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze. Huang Rong took a deep breath, the gloom in her heart dispelling, and stepped out of the mansion. Along the way, though she kept her eyes straight ahead, her beautiful eyes secretly darted around. Among the respectfully standing servants, she indeed spotted Old Man Sun, who stood trembling with his head bowed. Huang Rong snorted coldly, her gaze lingering briefly on Old Man Sun. She was pleased to see him flinch, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. That day, after her intimate moments had been exposed by this old man, although she had warned him, she was still deeply uneasy. She had secretly observed him for several days afterward, and seeing that Old Man Sun was relatively well-behaved, she assumed he was also deeply afraid of her methods, and thus breathed a sigh of relief. Since she had been watching Old Man Sun closely, she had naturally heard about his philandering ways. "Hmph! He still wants to marry a beautiful young woman!" At this thought, a smile involuntarily appeared on Huang Rong's lips, and involuntarily recalled the manhood between Old Man Sun's legs that day. "They really are big!" she murmured to herself, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over her, making her feel short of breath. Huang Rong quickly regained her composure, secretly wondering about her earlier lapse in composure. Her eyes couldn't help but glance at Old Man Sun again, only to be met with his timid gaze. Her eyes twitched, her expression turned cold, and the old man quickly lowered his head , not daring to breathe. Just then, two beautiful women appeared around the corner, chatting and laughing . One wore emerald green, the other pale yellow; both were mature young women with fair skin and beautiful faces—it was Wan Yanping and Yelü Yan. The two women laughed and chatted intimately. Upon seeing Huang Rong, the lively Yelü Yan said first , "Master's wife, please go out!" Both women were married to the Da Wu and Xiao Wu families respectively, and usually treated Guo Jing and Huang Rong with the respect due to disciples. Huang Rong smiled and said, "I've been cooped up in the mansion for over a month, and I've been wanting to get some fresh air. You're all chatting and laughing, what's making you so happy? Tell me." She got along very well with Wanyan and Yelü, and in private , she never acted like an elder. Her question now sounded like that of a gentle and kind older sister. The two women were originally from the north, naturally bold and unrestrained, not bound by worldly etiquette. Besides, they got along very well with Huang Rong, so they weren't surprised. Wanyan Ping smiled slightly and said, "Just now, Yanmei and I went to Jinghui Temple and listened to those lamas preach..." "Jinghui Temple, lamas!?" Huang Rong frowned. “Master’s wife, you may not know this, but Jinghui Temple was originally a Zen temple. During the great war, all the monks fled, and now several Tibetan lamas are stationed here. They worship the Kanjur Medicine King Bodhisattva and the Buddha of Bliss, which are extremely efficacious.” Huang Rong smiled slightly: “Oh!” She was actually quite wary of the Golden Wheel Monk, and hearing that Tibetan monks had come to the city today made her heart tighten. It should be known that the Mongol army was unprecedentedly powerful, having destroyed countless countries in a short time. The Tibetan regime, which had been in opposition to the Central Plains dynasties since the Tang Dynasty, had long since submitted to the Mongol iron hooves. On the map of China, only the Southern Song and Dali remained, barely clinging to life. Since Tibet had been subjugated for so long, it was no different from a lackey. Hearing that when M?ngke Khan , he ordered Tibet to send a detachment to assist in the attack on Sichuan, to contain the Song army in Sichuan. Now, the Mongols had only recently lifted the siege, and lamas had come to Xiangyang. With her sharper senses than others, how could she not be wary! "What wishes did you make before the Bodhisattva?" Forcing herself to reconsider, Huang Rong smiled at the two women. She was well-versed in Tibetan Buddhism, and knew that the Kanjur Bodhisattva, besides curing illnesses, was also a deity of fertility, similar to the Guanyin Bodhisattva . As for the Buddha of Bliss, Huang Rong raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. Seeing Huang Rong's mischievous smile, Wan Yanping and Yelü Yan knew she had seen through their thoughts, and both blushed. However, being northern girls, they couldn't imitate the coyness of southern girls. Despite their shyness, they didn't hide their feelings: "We prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless us so that we could have a son or daughter soon." Their faces darkened as they spoke, clearly moved. Huang Rong sighed inwardly. She knew that since the two women and their two disciples had become intimate, their love had deepened, but the only flaw was that they hadn't conceived for decades. They had secretly sought out famous doctors and tried countless medicines, but to no avail. Driven by their desperate desire for a child, their faith in the gods deepened . In Huang Rong's opinion, the root of their decades-long infertility likely lay with the Wu brothers, but as their teacher's wife, she couldn't speak out on this matter. Besides, weren't Qi'er and Fu'er in the same situation? "What did the Bodhisattva say?" Huang Rong quickly changed the subject, trying to dispel her displeasure. "A clay Bodhisattva can't speak, but a living Bodhisattva said that our faces show great fortune, and we are certainly not destined to be childless . As long as we pray sincerely, what is meant to be will come," Yelü Yan said excitedly, clearly trusting this "living Bodhisattva." "A living Bodhisattva?" Huang Rong chuckled. Seeing this, Wan Yanping knew Huang Rong didn't believe her and shook her head, saying, "The Lama in the flowery robes is no ordinary monk. He is one of the chief monks of the Dongba Revolving Wheel Temple, and his Buddhist teachings are truly profound and not to be underestimated. Since you have time today, Teacher's Wife, why not go and meet him?"

She and Yelü Yan were from the Jin and Liao dynasties, respectively. Although the Jin and Liao dynasties had fallen, Buddhism had flourished there, rivaling even the Central Plains.
Tibetan Buddhism, originating from the wilderness, possessed a wild and mysterious power that resonated with the nomadic people's instinctive
reverence . It was widely revered by the nobles of both countries, and the two women were also devout believers.
These words piqued Huang Rong's curiosity. She nodded and smiled, "If fate allows, I will certainly pay my respects." She
smiled and parted from the two women.
The bustling streets and throngs of people—without the pressure of war, Xiangyang, this important frontline town, quickly
regained its former prosperity.
Huang Rong strolled through the crowds, quite pleased with herself. Today she wore a plain white silk dress, light enough to be carried by the wind, as thin as a cicada's wing,
revealing glimpses of her flesh-colored shoulders. A matching bodice barely contained her large breasts. Below her neck, her exposed
skin was crystal clear and white, with a shallow, almost
imperceptible cleavage. Combined with her high-piled hair and graceful figure, she was like a striking, elegant white lotus blooming amidst the bustling city, swaying gracefully, her beauty indescribable. All
the passersby holding their breath before such a stunning beauty held gazes filled with a mixture of desire, admiration, praise, jealousy, and
amusement—a complex mix of emotions that greedily licked at her mature and alluring body.
Huang Rong remained calm under the gazes of the crowd. Although she inwardly scolded herself for not being moved, for wearing
clothes she had favored in her youth—clothes that were too flashy—she also thought that time flies, and many years had passed in the blink of an eye.
She still maintained her captivating and slender figure; in her youth she had worn clothes that exuded a fresh and bright elegance, and now she was mature and charming,
just as beautiful as before. Ultimately, she felt a secret joy and a sense of pride.
Among the crowd, those who recognized her would occasionally step forward to greet her with admiration, and she would respond with a smile and impeccable manners.
Feeling bored after her journey, she considered finding a clean and elegant restaurant to sit and rest when two figures unexpectedly
came into view. Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and without warning, she vanished before everyone's eyes.
Some foolish men and women gasped in astonishment, begging for forgiveness and blessings, bowing their heads in worship, believing they had offended the
gods in broad daylight.
Although the two figures ahead moved quite quickly, they did not use any light-footed techniques. Huang Rong would occasionally close behind them by about
ten feet , carefully concealing her movements, following them at a leisurely pace, wondering,
"What are these two up to, acting so suspiciously?"
The two were Huang Rong's eldest daughter, Guo Fu, and youngest son, Guo Polu.
The two walked along, heads down, one after the other. Guo Fu occasionally glanced back, her expression impatient, seemingly
urging Guo Polu to keep up. Her pretty face, inherited from her mother, was flushed with shyness. In contrast,
Guo Polu's honest, dark face displayed an awkward, embarrassed smile and inexplicable excitement, which was quite vivid. Huang Rong was
suspicious but didn't press the matter. She followed them with interest through the bustling city, around the street, and out of the city
gate. The path became increasingly desolate, with the two choosing to walk along wild
paths . Their vigilance grew, constantly looking back to check behind them. If Huang Rong hadn't been so skilled and experienced,
they probably would have already given themselves away. The more this was the case, the more unsettled Huang Rong became. She knew that Guo Fu, spoiled
by , was unruly and prone to causing trouble. After marrying another man and undergoing trials in the martial world,
her former arrogance had lessened considerably, but the pride inherited from the Huang family remained unchanged. Guo Polu resembled Guo Jing in both
appearance and temperament—honest and simple, yet somewhat timid—and always revered his elder sister, who had raised him since childhood, as a deity.
What were these two up to?
After walking for about half an incense stick's time, the surroundings became completely silent. Guo Fu and Guo Polu seemed to have relaxed and
began chatting and laughing. Guo Polu even jumped up and down, overjoyed, frequently putting his arm around Guo Fu's shoulder
in a very intimate manner. Guo Fu only gave him a few light scoldings, seemingly unconcerned.
Although Huang Rong was filled with doubts, seeing the deep affection between the two siblings, she felt deeply gratified. Unexpectedly, Guo Polu
had such a mischievous and adorable side. At this moment, Guo Polu reached out and wrapped his arm around his elder sister's slender waist, snuggling close to her and
whispering sweet nothings. Huang Rong, watching from behind, saw them as a loving young couple, and felt both amused
and annoyed. She thought to herself that she would sneak out later, scare her two children, and then give them a stern lecture.
Although they were siblings, they shouldn't be too unruly! She couldn't help but chuckle as she thought of all the mischievous ways she could scare them.
Guo Fu, who was walking ahead, seemed to sense something and looked back warily, but there was no one in sight. Guo Polu
was overjoyed to see her stop, and hugged Guo Fu's slender waist, saying coquettishly, "Sister! Right here, right here!"
Guo Fu's pretty face flushed red, and she poked him on the forehead with her finger, spitting out, "Stop it! Don't listen to your sister!" As she spoke, she was still
worried and looked back suspiciously, a vague unease creeping into her heart. Guo Polu persisted,
saying , "Sister, let's stop here. I'm so tired!" Guo Fu, her breath ragged from his embrace, parted her cherry lips
slightly and let out a soft moan, about to nod in agreement. A rustling sound came from the grass, mixed with faint voices.
Guo Fu's heart skipped a beat, and Guo Polu, who was holding her, stiffened as well, blushing and looking awkwardly at his elder sister. Guo Fu
glared at him, pulled him down to her feet, gripped his sword hilt, nodded to each other, and quietly slipped into the grass,
seemingly trying to avoid anyone approaching. Huang Rong emerged from behind, looking bewildered. The events that had just transpired puzzled her
greatly ; she thought these two, at their age, were still playing a childish game of hide-and-seek. Just as she was about to follow,
voices came from ahead. One person lowered their voice:
"Brother, it's that grove."
The voice was muffled, as if enduring great pain. Immediately, a flurry of footsteps arose, punctuated
by the clanging . Huang Rong, judging by the sounds, knew there were two approaching; their footsteps were heavy, their movements hurried and chaotic.
Huang Rong was greatly intrigued. Concealing herself, she looked towards the source of the sound and saw two soldiers dressed as Song soldiers rushing hurriedly towards a dense forest
on her left . Their standard-issue swords, hanging at their waists, clanged against the leather.
At that time, the smoke of the Battle of Xiangyang had not yet cleared. Kublai Khan, a master strategist well-versed in military tactics, had, during his retreat, employed a series of
feints and deceptions, managing to rout several pursuing Song forces before finally departing with ease. It is said
that when Kublai Khan led his army north, he ordered spies and scouts to lie in ambush, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The city of Xiangyang had been on
high alert for several days. Although the gate restrictions had been slightly relaxed, the curfew remained in place. Seeing the two soldiers acting
suspiciously, Huang Rong disregarded Guo Fu and the other woman, and with a light leap, she flew into the dense forest in a "Swallow Returns to the Forest" move.
[The End]

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