Erotic Water Margin: The Clever Star and Prodigal Son Yan Qing

Chapter One: A Prodigal Son Visits a Brothel on the Lantern Festival

It is said that during the reign of Emperor Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty, the Lantern Festival was at its most grand. Daming Prefecture in Beijing was a major prefecture in Hebei, a bustling hub of commerce, always adorned with lanterns and decorations, much like those of the capital, Tokyo.

A poem describes the Lantern Festival scene here: "

Though living in the north, we also value the Lantern Festival. No drums or music are heard, only the clamor of the Huqin. Every household is lit up, there are no golden lotuses on land; everywhere is decorated, where are the jade plums and snow willows? Young foreigners carry garlic in their hair, old women wear raw scallions on their heads. Which Han man carries a zither, and all the women beat three drums?"

On this day, the Lu family mansion in Daming Prefecture, Beijing, was exceptionally lively, adorned with gold and jade, a truly prosperous scene. Lu Junyi, the head of the Lu family, had been a merchant for generations; Lu Junyi was the third generation, and after a century of accumulation, he was the richest man in Hebei.
Master Lu was sitting in the main hall watching his family bustle about. He first drank a cup of Longjing green tea, savoring its fragrance, and said, "Oh, where is that person of mine?"

Before he finished speaking, a man approached from the steps. "Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

This man was over six feet tall, around twenty years old, with delicate features, a slender waist, and broad shoulders. He wore a papaya-shaped turban, a white robe with a silver-threaded round collar, a red spider-spotted belt, and tan leather boots. A pair of gold bracelets with animal motifs adorned the back of his head, a fragrant silk handkerchief on his head, a famous fan tucked at his waist, and flowers of all seasons tucked into his hair.

This man was the most dashing figure in Beijing, naturally clever and quick-witted, always knowing what was going on. His surname was Yan, he was the eldest in his family, and his official name was Qing. Everyone in Beijing called him Yan Qing the Prodigal.

A poem titled "Qinyuanchun" once described Yan Qing's beauty: "

His lips were like painted vermilion, his eyes like polished lacquer, and his face like piled jade." He possessed extraordinary bravery, lofty ambition, and innate intelligence. His appearance was naturally upright and forthright, truly a remarkable talent among the Liangshan heroes. His rendition of the ancient Yizhou tune resonated deeply, proving him to be a master of the arts, the foremost among those skilled in romance. The drums and clappers roared, the sheng (a type of reed pipe instrument) played loudly, and he freely expressed his deepest feelings. His cudgels and clubs were varied, his fists and feet flying, astonishing the entire four hundred prefectures. Everyone admired his heroic leader, the prodigal son Yan Qing.

Upon seeing him, Lu Junyi's face immediately lit up with a smile. He said

, "It's lively outside, Yan Qing, why aren't you out playing today?" Yan Qing nodded, saying, "I was just about to inform my master that some gentlemen have invited me to see the lanterns."
Lu Junyi said, "That's wonderful, but don't stay out too late, lest something comes up at the manor and I need your help."
Yan Qing quickly replied, "Of course, of course, master, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." He then bowed and went out. Upon reaching the door, a group of men were already waiting outside, saying, "Yan Qing, Xiao Yi, have kept me waiting for so long!" Yan Qing had countless friends, and was also quite the ladies' man, skilled in various arts like playing musical instruments and singing. He was also remarkably easygoing and generous, attracting many down-on-their-luck hangers-on in Beijing.

The leader, surnamed Wang, nicknamed Xiao Xi, was frivolous and clever, eloquent, and adept at reading people, making him a favorite of Yan Qing, who often kept him by his side. Wang Xiaoxi said excitedly, "Brother Xiaoyi, it's still early to see the lanterns. I've found a good place. A young lady recently came and is looking for someone to "combine" her. I thought such a good thing should be done by our Brother Xiaoyi, so I hurriedly invited you. Don't be late." Yan Qing smiled and said, "Oh, such a good thing? Where is it?" Wang Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Huiqiao Market, five li from Xinqiao." Yan Qing tapped his head and said, "Isn't that Gu Chunlou? That place isn't that outstanding." He was quite unconvinced. Wang Xiaoxi made a beheading gesture and said, "Two years ago, Gu Chunlou brought a daughter named Qiu Niang. She was incredibly beautiful and just turned sixteen this year. Her father was once a defense commissioner of our dynasty, but he was killed when the Jin army invaded the south, leaving her all alone. She went to Beijing to seek refuge with relatives, but they sold her out. If I lied to you, I'd be a grandson of a bastard." Yan Qing said, "Oh," and said, "So pitiful. How can I take advantage of someone in distress? That's not what a real man does. I won't go, I won't go." He shook his head repeatedly. He was a man of principle, and although he enjoyed women, he still upheld his manly nature. Wang Xiaoxi said anxiously, "Brother Xiaoyi, you don't know, although this girl is pitiful, she has already fallen into prostitution. Now the madam is waiting for the best bidder and has already offered five hundred taels of silver. I'm afraid..." Yan Qing asked, "What are you afraid of?" Wang Xiaoxi said, "I'm afraid that the highest bidder will turn out to be a decrepit old man. Wouldn't that be a waste of this beautiful young woman?" Yan Qing thought about it carefully and said, "Let's be patient and go see what happens." So, Wang Xiaoxi led the way, and the group marched forward in a grand procession. The weather was clear that day, and the group walked around the river. After walking for about two miles, they arrived at the famous brothel, Osmanthus Lane. They saw that the ten scenic spots along the long pond were filled with peach blossoms and willows, and the Gu Chun Tower was already bustling with customers. It turned out that the capital was full of wealthy merchants and noblemen, who often indulged in lavish revelry and nightly parties. Hearing that a beautiful woman had appeared at Gu Chun Lou, with a face like a lotus blossom, almond eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, truly captivating and alluring, they flocked there, eager to be the first to arrive and boast about it back home. Standing before Gu Chun Lou was a robust man, wearing a black gauze hat with an ancient jade pendant, a black silk robe with a cloud-patterned design, a light red floral crepe over it, and red shoes with white silk stockings—the attire of a wealthy man. Yan Qing frowned at the large crowd, contemplating retreating, when he heard a commotion ahead. A young man in brocade robes rode a horse, followed by a dozen or so men in blue uniforms, all dressed as military officers, wearing large hats and armor. Some carried pipa and erhu, while others carried slingshots and balloons. Pedestrians on the road quickly moved aside as the young man in brocade robes brandished his whip and raised his head high, exuding an intimidating aura. The burly man, upon seeing the young man approach, immediately rushed forward to bow and say, "Young Master Liang, I've been waiting here for quite some time." Yan Qing watched as the young man dismounted with surprising agility; he had long eyebrows, a hooked nose, and darting, piercing eyes, but his appearance was undeniably wicked, and his sallow complexion suggested excessive indulgence in wine and women. As soon as the young man, Young Master Liang, landed, he headed straight for Gu Chun Lou, saying, "Hey Zhou Jin, is everything arranged? Is it really as good as the rumors say?" Zhou Jin replied, "Everything is ready, just waiting for you, Young Master." The crowd outside, initially blocked at the door, surged forward to follow the young master inside. Yan Qing shook his head and said, "Judging from this situation, that person is determined to get her. I think we should all leave here and go somewhere else to have fun." He had a lover at the Lichun Courtyard and thought it would be good to go and have a rendezvous with her after so long. Wang Xiaoxi and the others advised, "Brother Xiao Yi, don't be discouraged. Since you're here, make the best of it. Even if you don't manage to win her over, at least you should see what kind of beauty she is." Yan Qing thought for a moment and said, "Alright, just don't cause me any trouble, lest my master blames me when I get home." These down-on-their-luck fellows immediately agreed. ********** ... To be honest , Gu Chunlou wasn't the biggest establishment in Guihua Lane. Although it had a deep red gate and a high threshold, it lacked official backing and thus couldn't expand much, its business never quite matching that of Lichun Courtyard at the head of the lane. The courtyard consisted of two ornately carved buildings connected by an open corridor. The buildings had suites, with the girls on the second floor each having a living room and an inner room. Qiu Niang was currently staying there. The madam had specially prepared an exquisite suite for her, with fragrant scents and warm bedding, and had dressed her up with great care.

Qiu Niang's original surname was Bao. Her father, Bao Zan, was originally the defense commissioner of Jingkou. However, in the first year of Chongning, the Jin invaded the south, and her father died in battle. Her mother also committed suicide out of love, leaving her alone and destitute. She wandered to Beijing and eventually fell into prostitution. Whenever she thought of this, tears would stream down her face as she looked up to the heavens.

She lamented her ill fate and misfortune. Despite being proficient in history, literature, music, and painting, and excelling in writing, she was also skilled in needlework, embroidering phoenixes and dragons—all results of her lovemaking.

For two years, she had been trained to play the ruan and zither, singing and dancing gracefully. She had become as beautiful as a flower, as fragrant as jade. As she grew older, she blossomed into an exceptionally beautiful woman, making her madam so happy she laughed out loud.

A poem, "Xi Jiang Yue," testifies to this:

Her face was like a peach blossom with dew, her body like a ball of white snow. Her eyes were like autumn water, her eyebrows clear and bright, her ten fingers like slender bamboo shoots. Her graceful figure surpassed even Xi Shi, her charm rivaled even Cui Yingying. Her golden lotus petals were delicate and light, and her every movement exuded a full and graceful charm.

The madam, seeing her daughter's delicate and beautiful appearance, thought she would fetch a good price. She had already spread the word that Qiu Niang only sold her art, not her body, attracting a steady stream of dissolute ruffians from the capital, all wanting to pluck her heart so they could boast about it back home.

Although it was the Lantern Festival, Qiu Niang was listless and melancholy, too listless to face her dressing table. Her maid, Chunzi, beside her ordered a ruan (a type of lute) to be brought to her, and she, thinking of her own fate, sang a newly learned Wu opera.

"Northern Parasitic Grass":

Silent flowers wither, willows tremble with fear. Water jug bursts, rose petals glisten, pear blossoms drip from the railing, pearls splash onto the red silk mist. Afraid that the evening rain of King Xiang will soon fade into nothingness, for whom will spring be sent away?

Chunzi brought over tea and comforted her, "Sister Qiuniang, don't be sad. Perhaps he's a fine young man in this turbulent world. Wouldn't that be your good fortune?"

She thought Qiuniang was troubled by the matter of combing her hair, but she didn't know that Qiuniang was grieving over her own drifting life. Unconsciously, two more lines of clear tears fell.

Leaving aside Qiuniang's sorrowful fate, let's talk about the commotion in the front hall of Gu Chunlou. Two groups of people were already arguing and shouting at each other.

Yan Qing was not used to this quarrelsome affair, but Wang Xiaoxi and the others kept holding him back. He reluctantly sat down at a low lacquered table in the corner of the hall. On the table was a bottle of Jinhua wine, a plate of roast duck, a plate of chicken, a bowl of fresh fish soup, some pine flower pastries, and seasonal side dishes.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoxi and the others were enjoying the commotion, he said, "I'll sit here for a while. You can go and see what's going on."
The others couldn't wait to hear this and all ran over to watch the commotion.

Seeing the two groups evenly matched, their insults utterly devoid of civility, Yan Qing felt a surge of disgust. He stood up and headed straight for the backyard.

Entering through several gates, winding corridors lined with pines and bamboos, and blooming winter plum blossoms beside Taihu stones, Yan Qing, with his keen ears, caught a faint melody of a zither, seemingly intermittent, melodious and plaintive, captivating the soul. Surprised, he pressed down two sprigs of red plum blossoms and gazed intently. A second-floor red window was slightly ajar, the curtains half-drawn, revealing the silhouette of a graceful young woman.

Adding to this was the exquisite lyrics, the clear and beautiful voice, the sound like dust falling from the carved beams; the precise pronunciation and true tone, like a gentle breeze stirring the brocade mat.
It was like the warbling of a nightingale in a royal garden, or the harmonious song of a phoenix on a red mountain. The lyrics were refined and elegant, the melody a gentle breeze and a bright moon.

As the music neared its end, Yan Qing exclaimed, "How wondrous! How wondrous! Such talent exists even in a brothel! Like the lament of Han E and the lyrics of Qin Qing, though they may not stop the clouds from soaring, they can still soothe the dust and grime of youth."

He drew a gold-threaded dragon flute from behind him and played the notes of the Gong and Shang schools. The clear, melodious notes, full of beautiful rhythm, intertwined with the zither music, creating a sound that could be described as: "A

sound that pierces through clouds and splits rocks, yet leaves no trace; it startles the first fading plum blossoms, its

jade-like beauty exquisite." The zither music paused slightly, then suddenly rose in pitch, and the woman sang: "Jade threads hang from the azure sky, the Gong, Shang, Jiao, and

Yu schools drift east and west. The melody seems just right, but the wind carries it away to another tune." Gradually, the zither music softened, its deep emotion lingering. As the saying goes, gold is easy to find, but a true friend is hard to come by. Yan Qing, with graceful steps, arrived at the tower. The steps were paved with white jade, and the potted plants were fragrant, creating a uniquely alluring scene.

But then the door creaked open, and a young maid in green emerged. Though young, she possessed a striking beauty, a natural wonder.

The maid said, "Was it you, young master, who was playing the flute just now? Its clear and melodious sound is truly captivating. May I ask your name?"
Yan Qing bowed and said, "I am Yan Qing. I was so captivated by the lovely music that I couldn't resist playing it myself. Please forgive my abruptness."

The maid smiled and said, "Young master Yan, please don't be so modest. My sister Qiu Niang is truly impressed."

Indeed: The flute music stirred a romantic atmosphere, startling a beauty as lovely as a flower.

Yan Qing said, "It would be my great honor to be introduced to you, sister. I will never forget your kindness." He thought to himself, "If the maid is so charming, imagine how beautiful and alluring my mistress must be!"

The young maid in green frowned slightly and smiled, "I have nothing to offer, so how will Young Master Yan Qing thank me?"
Having spent much time in the brothel, she was well-versed in the ways of love and lust, and had seen much of the complexities of relationships.

Yan Qing was handsome and charming, clearly a womanizer, and she was indeed attracted to him. Yan Qing, naturally bold in his pursuit of women, was overjoyed to see an opportunity. He immediately took the maid's hand, feeling her delicate, smooth hands, which stirred his desire. He said, "How could I forget such a thing? I will never forget your kindness, sister. May I ask your name?"

The maid smiled, "My name is Chunzi, but I'm afraid you'll forget it soon." She flirted, her eyes sparkling, her charm captivating.

Yan Qing remained silent, pressing her soft, fragrant body against the red-lacquered pillar, his long tongue plunging in, sucking and licking, making soft, wet sounds. Chunzi's small mouth was slightly open, her lips parted, releasing a sweet, fragrant saliva that was intoxicating.

Yan Qing held her waist with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other, feeling their softness and the peach-like texture of her nipples.
Chunzi felt a surge of heat and immense pleasure from his caresses. Remembering that Qiu Niang was waiting upstairs, she quickly declined, saying, "Young master, please don't do this. I'm afraid Qiu Niang will be angry. It's better to come back in a few days." Though she said this, she still moaned softly, but Yan Qing slipped his

hand inside her undergarments and began to rub her, causing her to feel a burning heat throughout her body. Yan Qing then slipped his hand inside Chunzi's trousers, finding a plump mound, her vulva bare and smooth, incredibly alluring. He gently rubbed her vulva, his desire raging, his penis already hard as an iron rod.

At this moment, Chunzi's lust surged, and her small hand touched the jade stem. She couldn't help but feel a sense of fear, thinking, "This thing is so huge, could it kill someone?"

She called out, "Sister Qiuniang, what brings you here?" Upon hearing this, Yan Qing quickly released her, turned around, and saw no one around. He only saw Chunzi hurriedly tidying her clothes, clearly having been tricked by this young woman.

He took out a mutton-fat jade phoenix-head hairpin from his pocket and handed it to Chunzi, saying, "This is for you; I will not forgive you in the future." His tone was truly one of feigned anger but genuine delight.

Chunzi smiled and said, "Young master, you go upstairs yourself. This servant will go outside and take a look."

Yan Qing was overjoyed, stepped into the inner room, and hurried up the stairs.

Chapter Two: The Flower-Picking Butterfly Yan Qing Gets into Trouble

********** ... There were no true heroes of Liangshan. While Song Jiang and his followers were known as "thirty-six powerful figures who wreaked havoc in Shandong," they were indeed bandits who robbed and plundered. Their rampage was short-lived; they were captured by Zhang Shuye, and Song Jiang and his men surrendered, becoming Zhang's subordinates. Many readers may not be satisfied with these historical facts, and that's unavoidable.

Yan Qing is someone I remember vividly from my childhood. When I was very young, I watched a theatrical film with adults, I think it was called "Yan Qing Selling Thread," and I still remember it somewhat. In this article, I will add some historical figures, which may deviate slightly from historical facts, but please don't dwell on it. If you want to discuss history, let's set up another forum; I am a history student , by the way .
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He lifted the bamboo curtain, revealing a slender figure, half-hidden by a palace fan, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, her gaze captivating and enchanting, making one forget worldly concerns upon seeing her.

Yan Qing stepped forward and bowed, saying in a low voice, "I am Yan Qing, and it is my great fortune

to be able to see Miss Qiu Niang today." Qiu Niang had seen countless people in the brothel over the past two years, but she had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her heart was secretly delighted. She was glad to have met her beloved. She said gracefully, "I heard your elegant music just now and know that you are not a dissolute person. Why have you come to this place of pleasure?"

Yan Qing said, "I am ashamed, I am ashamed. I heard of your reputation, Miss, and I originally wanted to enjoy the Lantern Festival. I never expected to meet you. I am so grateful for your kindness."

He saw that the woman was wearing a sky-blue jade-embroidered phoenix-patterned crepe blouse, with a crimson crepe blouse underneath, and a plain silk eight-spoke skirt with flowing flowers and water patterns. She was also wearing a palace-style sleeve with lotus petals and kingfisher feathers.

Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, Yan Qing stepped forward, took her slender hand, and said, "I only regret that I am powerless to rescue you from this sea of suffering."

Qiu Niang felt a pang of sorrow, tears streaming down her face, and said, "My life is miserable. I have lost all my family and have been reduced to a prostitute. It is truly worse than death." She cried out in despair, like a lone goose adrift, filled with anxiety and fear.

Yan Qing, being a man of compassion, took her hand and supported the beautiful woman, saying, "Let us exchange this night for tomorrow. My lady, please do not harm your health."

He saw:

her cheeks flushed, as if she had just woken from a dream; her pale green eyebrows, as if she had just finished applying her evening makeup. A stolen glance revealed a hint of shyness; a hint of spring's allure, an outward display of boundless charm. Like lilacs unopened in the spring rain, or cardamom buds just beginning to bloom on branches.

He was originally a libertine, but upon seeing Qiu Niang's soft and alluring figure, his heart pounded wildly, and he immediately embraced her. The beauty was panting softly, languid and weak, clearly aroused and filled with desire. He placed her on the carved and intricately decorated couch. Her face was fair with a rosy glow, smooth as satin, her skin like rouge. Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled, making her all the more endearing.

Yan Qing removed her undergarments and carefully caressed her fragrant body. He noticed her slightly full breasts, delicate and white, her nipples not yet fully developed, each one a small, exquisite piece. Yan Qing was aroused and brought his lips to hers, sucking and kissing her. Even the slightest touch of her tongue was enough to melt Qiu Niang's entire body. Yan Qing, a seasoned lover, proceeded slowly and deliberately, removing her undergarments. Her vulva was full, with a few fine hairs peeking out, incomparably beautiful.

To the left, a bronze incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, filling the air with fragrance. Wherever his hand touched, Qiu Niang reacted as if burned, her body convulsing, her breathing growing heavier, and she couldn't help but caress Yan Qing.

Yan Qing's middle finger lightly explored, revealing the entrance to her paradise between her thighs, delicate and tender, soft pubic hair covering her vulva. What was truly pleasing was that her vulva was wet, glistening with lustful fluids, the color of human breast milk, emitting a slightly fishy smell mixed with the exotic fragrance of the South China Sea, instantly arousing Yan Qing's desire and causing his penis to become erect. Yan Qing

stood beneath the bed, carefully observing her seductive manner and lewd words; at her most alluring moments, her beautiful eyes seemed half-open, hazy with intoxication.
Driven by desire, he grasped her jade-like leg with one hand and guided his jade stalk with the other, gently thrusting into her alluring opening. Qiu Niang, a virgin, cried out in pain at the impact of his massive member, her legs involuntarily clamping tightly around Yan Qing.

Yan Qing looked down; only half of his glans had entered. With a slight further insertion, Qiu Niang cried out in pain, "Young master, it hurts so much!"

Yan Qing, feeling sorry for her, said, "It's alright, just bear with it. The first time always hurts like this." He then spat some saliva and smeared it on the edge of her prominent vulva, his jade stalk swaying gently, moving up and down, rubbing forward. Soon, sticky semen gushed from the depths of Qiu Niang's vulva, overflowing her peach blossom cave, while she whimpered incoherently. Taking advantage of this,
Yan Qing thrust forward, his glans having already breached the barrier of desire, but not yet fully penetrating.

In pain, Qiu Niang cried out, "It's killing me, young master, please slow down!" At the same time, a stream of blood seeped from her exquisite orifice, running down the jade stem and staining the embroidered bed beneath her.

Yan Qing ignored her, holding her buttocks and gently thrusting in and out.

Qiu Niang initially felt pain, but after more than a hundred thrusts, she felt the jade stem ramming and thrusting inside her, finding it incredibly pleasurable and endlessly enjoyable. Her whole body felt relaxed, her pores opened, and what was even more unbearable was the unbearable itching inside her, which irritated her heart. She couldn't help but moan, crying out, "Young master, good young master, just keep going, I'm dying of itching!"

Hearing her continuous moans, Yan Qing thrust even harder, feeling the vagina tighten and loosen, as if a baby was suckling, which made his jade stem feel incredibly comfortable.

Qiu Niang was also aroused, trying her best to please him, and the two of them went back and forth, fighting until the world turned dark. Yan Qing unleashed all his martial arts skills, like a dragon crossing a river, like a bee gathering nectar, each move aimed at the heart of Qiu Niang's flower, driving her to the brink of ecstasy, gasping for breath. After about half an hour of intense thrusting, Qiu Niang's vagina was gushing with lustful fluids, her pink face gazing intently at Yan Qing, her love unwavering.

Yan Qing hadn't been withdrawing long when he felt his heart leap into his throat, a frenzied surge of energy coursing through his body. His penis bounced a few times within her, and a gush of semen shot out, bringing him immense pleasure and ecstasy. Qiu Niang, overwhelmed by the gushing fluid, felt a surge of heat within her, a wave of dizziness washing over her. With a cry of pleasure, she fainted, only regaining consciousness after a long while.

After a tender moment, Qiu Niang couldn't help but shed tears, sobbing, "This time you've ruined my plans; I'm afraid my death is imminent."

Yan Qing cried out, "As long as Xiao Yi is here, I won't let that old hag lay a finger on you!" He was a man of heroic nature, and once his heart was set on protecting the flower, how could he allow anyone to harm the beautiful woman in his arms?

Just then, there was a creaking sound from the floorboards, and Chunzi rushed over, saying, "It's terrible! A young master Liang has won first place with 1,500 taels of silver, and he's almost here! What should we do?" She was deeply in love with her servant, but now that the incident had occurred, she was filled with fear.

Yan Qing got up and dressed, saying, "It's alright, you help Qiu Niang change, and we'll go down to meet him together and see what happens."

Meanwhile, Yan Qing effortlessly plucked Bao Qiu Niang's delicate bud, but the two groups of people in front fought for a long time before a winner was decided.

One of these groups was led by a prominent figure in Beijing, a descendant of the imperial family named Zhao Baochen, a direct descendant of the founding emperor Zhao Kuangyin. Because Zhao Kuangyin passed the throne to his brother Zhao Kuangyi (later Emperor Taizong of Zhao), Zhao Baochen inherited his father's title of prince, and with his father still alive, he was known as the "Little Prince."
This man was skilled in all vices, from drinking and gambling to womanizing, but he had one redeeming quality: he was righteous and fond of martial arts, and loved associating with heroes and outlaws. Therefore, some called him the "Little Heroic Prince."

The Little Prince had a subordinate named Lu Mang, who was skilled in martial arts and was deeply favored by Zhao Baochen, who often kept him by his side.

One day, Lu Mang learned that a stunningly beautiful woman was seeking a groom at the Gu Chunlou brothel for the Lantern Festival, so he urged Zhao Baochen to come, thinking no one in Beijing would dare compete with him. Little did he know, he had met his match.

The arrogant young man in brocade robes opposite them laughed wildly, "I'm going to have this girl! Listen up, anyone who dares to ask for a price, I'll give them a hundred taels more! Hahaha, let's see who dares to compete with me!"

Zhao Baochen's expression changed, and he was about to get angry when Lu Mang said from the side, "Young Prince, we are outnumbered today, don't lose face. Let's give way for now, and we'll get our revenge later."

You see, Lu Mang, though named for his recklessness, was actually quite shrewd. Seeing that the young man in brocade robes had many people and was likely to suffer losses in a fight, and remembering that the old prince had always been strict with his sons, repeatedly instructing them not to cause trouble before they left, he strongly advised Zhao Baochen. The young prince lowered his head and pondered for a while, then nodded, swallowed his anger, and didn't continue to argue with the young man in brocade robes.

Seeing Zhao Baochen back down, Young Master Liang laughed heartily, feeling refreshed, and waved his hand, leading the group towards the backyard. He thought to himself, "I must give that little wench a good, indulgent love." But

when he reached the backyard, he saw a handsome young man standing before the building, his left arm linked with the hand of a beautiful woman. They were a perfect couple, elegant and graceful.

The madam exclaimed, "Daughter, why are you down here? Who is this young man?"

Wang Xiaoxi and the others had followed Young Master Liang in. Upon seeing Yan Qing, they were delighted and exclaimed in unison, "This is my young master Yan Qing! Who in Beijing doesn't know him?"

Young Master Liang was furious and said, "Qiu Niang is mine! How dare you touch my woman? You're asking for death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man jumped out from behind him with a "White Crane Spreads Its Wings" move. It was his subordinate, Zhou Jin.

He shouted, "I've long heard that Yan Qing is a master of sumo wrestling, rarely matched in Beijing, but I didn't believe it. Today, you've offended my young master, so it's a good opportunity to have a match."

Yan Qing smiled faintly, "This happened unexpectedly, and I deeply regret it. I'll return all the money this young master spent; why ruin our relationship?"

Young Master Liang's face twisted with rage. He said, "Damn it, I want the man, not the money. It's either you or me today!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jin threw a punch. Yan Qing raised his hand to meet it. After a few exchanges, seeing Zhou Jin's scattered punches and unsteady steps, he smiled secretly and with a powerful kick, "Autumn Wind Sweeps Away Fallen Leaves," he sent Zhou Jin flying several feet away, spitting out blood, unable to get up for a while.

Seeing this, Young Master Liang became even more furious, saying, "Do you know who I am? My father is Liang Zhongshu, the Prefect of Daming! Damn it, are you out of your mind?"

Yan Qing was startled and said, "In the world of pleasure, I don't care who you are. I've already got her, what are you going to do about it?"

Little did he know that this Young Master Liang was the third son of Liang Zhongshu, the Prefect of Daming. His mother, Xiao Lian, was beautiful and originally from a respectable family. Liang Zhongshu took a liking to her and forced her to be his concubine. She later had a difficult childbirth and gave birth to this posthumous child. Liang Zhongshu often missed her and, because of his mother and son, named him Yi Lian (meaning "Remembering Lotus"). He doted on him from a young age and indulged him completely.

Liang Yi Lian sneered, "You don't play by the rules. If you have the guts, then bid me openly. If I lose, I'll accept it willingly, unlike you who sneaks around like this."

Yan Qing said, "We are mutually attracted, but I won't allow anyone to touch her." Wang Xiaoxi and the others rushed forward and stood behind him.

Liang Yilian was actually quite clever. Seeing that she wouldn't get away with it today, she said, "Fine, I've met you today. We'll meet again someday." With that, she left with her men, seething with resentment.

Wang Xiaoxi and the others surrounded her, saying, "Brother Xiaoyi is quite something, you actually managed to get him."
As they spoke, they all winked and stole glances at the beautiful woman.

Yan Qing, however, couldn't feel excited. He hadn't wanted to cause trouble, but now he had made an enemy, and he didn't know what kind of trouble he would cause his master. He felt disappointed and regretful.

At this moment, a man walked up, wearing a turban with a swastika pattern on his head, a gray-white cotton shirt, a long red silk sash around his waist, and tiger-skin shoes.

He bowed and said, "I was impetuous. I just witnessed Young Master Yan Qing's swift and skillful movements; I am truly impressed."

Yan Qing returned the bow, saying, "You flatter me. My skills are mere trifles, not worthy of your attention. I am ashamed."

He then said impetuously, "My master, Prince Zhao, would like to invite Young Master Yan Qing for a chat, but I wonder if it is convenient?" As he spoke, he pointed to a young man sitting in a grand chair not far away. The young man had a fair complexion, long eyebrows that reached his temples, and a few thin whiskers. He had a very dashing demeanor. Zhao Baochen had always enjoyed associating with heroes, and seeing Yan Qing's handsome appearance and superb martial arts skills, he immediately wanted to befriend him.

Yan Qing stepped forward slowly and said, "So it's Prince Zhao, my apologies."

Zhao Baochen smiled and said, "I've long heard of your dashing and romantic nature, and it's certainly true. You just vented my anger for me, and I'm very pleased. Would you be willing to come to my humble abode for a chat?" His words were earnest and full of sincerity.

Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, glancing at Bao Qiuniang standing gracefully behind him, thinking that this matter was somewhat troublesome.

Zhao Baochen understood and smiled, "Is the young master worried about this young lady? How about this, I'll instruct the madam to treat her well, and I'm sure she wouldn't dare disobey."

Yan Qing was overjoyed and said, "Your Highness is so kind, I don't know what to do!"

He then turned to Wang Xiaoxi and the others and said, "You all go back and fetch 1,500 taels of silver first. The young prince and I will be right back."

Wang Xiaoxi and the others nodded in agreement. (

The rest of the text is a separate story.)

Now, in the household of Master Lu, there was an accountant named Li Gu, originally from Dongjing (Kaifeng). A year ago, he came to Beijing seeking refuge but couldn't find anyone and collapsed from the cold in front of Master Lu's house. Master Lu took pity on him and took him in

. Seeing his diligence and ability to read and write, he put him in charge of the household accounts, handling all the small expenses. This day, because it was the Lantern Festival, the household was busy preparing for the celebrations.
"Accountant Li, Madam wants you to give me some small change so I can go buy some things," a clear voice called out. Looking up, he saw it was Xiao Cui, Madam's maid.

Li Gu smiled and said, "Xiao Cui, what do you want to buy again? Would you like your brother to go with you?" His words were flirtatious, but his eyes were fixed on the mound of flesh on Xiao Cui's chest.

Xiao Cui spat, "It's nothing but cosmetics and hairpins for girls, you wouldn't understand."

Li Gu saw her slightly upturned lips, her small and lovely nose, and her expression a mixture of reproach and delight, and his manhood stirred. He touched her slender fingers and said, "I don't understand, but it's enough that you do. I have something here, would you like it?"
Xiao Cui pulled her hand back, saying, "How frivolous! I'll tell Madam. What other good things do you have?" Curiosity shone in her eyes.

Li Gu took a box from a drawer under the accounting table and said, "This is the most famous Yanyulou sweet pastry in Beijing, would you like it?"

Xiao Cui's face lit up with joy, and she took it. She always loved snacks, especially sweets.
Li Gu had actually been observing her for a long time, and by catering to her tastes, he had hit the mark.

Seeing her radiant smile and fragrant teeth, Li Gu was already captivated. He took her small hand and said, "Later, I'll give you some extra change, so you won't be caught stealing food." He always knew that these maids often overstated the amount of miscellaneous items in the dressing box, so they could buy more clothes for themselves. Bringing it up now was a tactic of coercion and enticement.

Xiao Cui's face paled slightly, and she said, "You're the one who's stealing food! How could I dare?" But her bravado was weak and lacked conviction.

Li Gu chuckled and said, "No, no, are you alright now? My dear Xiao Cui." With that, he scooped her up in his arms and pulled her into his embrace. In

the third chapter, after drinking and discussing secrets at the Prince's mansion

, Li Gu, unable to resist the urge, saw Xiao Cui's beautiful figure and pressed her against the accounting table. He reached into Xiao Cui's pants and felt her plump, wet vulva. In his excitement, he quickly stripped off her clothes.
He saw Xiao Cui's fair neck, smooth as jade, her small mouth luscious and inviting, her breasts trembling, firm and erect though small, the nipples purplish-red like two purple agates. Even more pleasing were her slender waist and full, round buttocks. Li Gu, completely captivated, used both hands to grope her body, finding it exceptionally smooth and slippery, like oil.

Xiao Cui softly moaned, her legs rubbing together, the wetness between them soaking the account book on the table. In his haste, Li Gu snatched the account book and threw it on the ground. He brought his nose to the wetness, the pungent smell emanating a delicate fragrance, and unconsciously leaned down, his tongue probing her vulva. Xiao Cui writhed, moaning and groaning, her juices flowing freely, her labia parting on their own.

Overwhelmed with desire, Xiao Cui's delicate hands touched Li Gu's penis. She was somewhat surprised; she had assumed Li Gu, with his thin frame, wouldn't have a large member, and that she was only after his money. She hadn't expected him to be so well-endowed—his penis was six or seven inches long. Delighted, she couldn't help but stroke it, feeling the shaft burning hot, its veins bulging, already hard as a wooden stick, the glans erect. Xiao Cui was both delighted and apprehensive, thinking, "This thing is so huge, I'm afraid it will tear my precious vulva apart."

Aroused by her touch, Li Gu parted her legs, revealing her vulva, its flesh turned outwards, a purplish-red color, swaying as if wisps of smoke rose between its opening and closing, as tempting as a delicate pastry moistened by mist. Li Gu lifted Xiao Cui's legs with both hands, raised his own penis, aimed it at her exquisite vulva, and thrust it in.

Xiao Cui cried out softly, her vulva tightening and loosening, her body trembling as if about to be blown away by the wind. Li Gu hoisted one of her small legs onto his arm, pinching her delicate, three-inch lotus feet, and lewdly laughed, "Little slut, I love your little feet, they're really interesting."

He then thrust in and out hundreds of times, his voice laced with moaning. Seeing Xiao Cui's face flushed, her eyes darting about, her allure fully revealed, he said again, "Little whore, who stole your flower heart?" As soon as his penis entered Xiao Cui's vagina, he knew this maid was no longer a virgin; seeing her disheveled eyebrows and high breasts, he knew she was no longer a chaste woman.

Xiao Cui's vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, her lust raging. Her face was flushed like a peach blossom, her mind a jumbled mess. She gasped, "I won't tell you that, just hurry up, all you talk is nonsense." Her slender waist swayed, displaying her seductive charm.
As the saying goes:

White clouds circle the mountain peak, servants face maids. A large bird enters, bringing joy to all.

The two embraced and thrust hundreds more times, the sounds of flesh colliding filling the air. Xiao Cui held Li Gu tightly with both hands, her body sticky and wet, her golden lotus feet shimmering, her beautiful eyes darting about, her allure captivating.

Her cries drove Li Gu wild with desire, and he thrust violently dozens more times, unconsciously releasing his pent-up lustful fluids. He didn't immediately withdraw, but instead held Xiao Cui, kissing and smacking his lips, saying, "Good Xiao Cui, let's do it again tonight."

Xiao Cui scoffed, "You wish! Tonight I have to serve my wife."

Li Gu pulled his penis out, and Xiao Cui's vulva immediately closed, a pool of turbid fluid seeping from her opening, thin and milky white. Li Gu said, "Madam's only maids are you and Xiao Dai. I heard that Madam intends to marry Xiao Dai to Jiang Lao Er from the rice shop in the east of the city. Is that true?"

Xiao Cui looked closely at herself, her tender petals crushed and sticky. She then grabbed Li Gu's clothes to wipe herself, saying, "Yes, Madam said it was Master's idea. This Jiang Lao Er has always been diligent in serving Master. A few days ago, he came to the manor and saw Xiao Dai, so he asked Master for her, and Master agreed."

Li Gu was filled with jealousy, thinking, "I've also always been diligent, but I haven't seen any reward." However, he dared not show it on his face, and only said, "Master is so kind; he always dotes on us servants. Haven't you seen how Yan Qing and Xiao Yi are dressed?" "How can you look like a servant?"

Xiao Cui chuckled. "You're new here, aren't you? Brother Xiao Yi has been in the household since he was a child. Master has always loved him like his own son. Hehe, look at you, trying to compete with Brother Xiao Yi for favor? In your next life!"

Li Gu laughed. "That's right, that's right. I wouldn't dare think like that. You said it yourself. We servants are just supposed to be diligent and share the master's burdens. We're just worried that Yan Qing and Xiao Yi might cause trouble and implicate our master."

Xiao Cui said, "Brother Xiao Yi is shrewd and capable, and always acts cautiously. How could he cause any trouble? Well, I have to go now. If I'm late, Madam will blame me." After saying that, she straightened her clothes, washed up in the accounting room, and left.

Seeing Xiao Cui's high regard for Yan Qing, Li Gu felt even more displeased, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Not long after, someone called from the doorway, "Brother Li Gu, are you there? Brother Li Gu..."

Li Gu recognized the voice and went to the door, asking, "Who's calling me?"

He saw it was Wang Xiaoxi, one of Yan Qing's usual hangers-on. "Wang Xiaoxi," he said, "what's all this commotion about? Weren't you playing with Yan Qing and Xiao Yi?"

Wang Xiaoxi chuckled, "Brother Li Gu, it's Brother Xiao Yi who asked me to come and get some money. He's waiting over there."

Li Gu said, "Oh," and asked, "How much?"

Wang Xiaoxi replied, "A round number, 1500 taels."

Li Gu was astonished . Startled, he said, "So many, what are they for? I need to report to the master."
Wang Xiaoxi said urgently, "Brother Xiaoyi needs them urgently. You can give them to me first, then go and report to the master. You know Brother Xiaoyi's nature."

Li Gu said, "There must be some reason. Tell me."

Wang Xiaoxi leaned forward and whispered, "To be honest, Brother Li Gu, Brother Yanqing, Brother Xiaoyi, had a courtesan at Gu Chunlou , and almost caused trouble." Li Gu was very interested and pulled Wang Xiaoxi behind the door,

saying, "What happened? Tell me."

********** ...

Zhao Baochen pointed to the vast manor nestled in the lush green shade of willows ahead and said with a smile, "Young Master Yan Qing, that is my humble abode."

Yan Qing smiled, crossed the bridge, and saw that he was surrounded by water, with weeping willows lining the banks and pink walls all around. In front of the manor was a wide plank bridge, and standing at the head of the group was a man in fine clothes, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He wore a black gauze turban with embroidered corners, a purple embroidered robe with a rounded chest, a delicate jade sash with inlaid jewels around his waist, and a pair of black boots with gold thread and green trim. He was handsome and had an extraordinary bearing.

Zhao Baochen laughed loudly, "Thank you for waiting here, Young Master Yang. May I ask when you arrived?"

He then shook hands and chatted with the man for a while before turning to him, saying, "Young Master Yang, let me introduce you to a hero from Beijing, known as the Prodigal Yan Qing. Young Master Yan Qing, this is Young Master Yang Shangwen from Dongjing (Kaifeng). His ancestors were the renowned Yang family generals who commanded respect throughout our dynasty."

Yan Qing's eyes immediately lit up, and he stepped forward to bow, saying, "Descendants of heroes are worthy of our admiration. I, Yan Qing, am but a humble servant, truly ashamed."

Yang Shangwen smiled, "A pleasure to meet you, a pleasure to meet you. Young Master Yan Qing is a young hero with a limitless future."

Zhao Baochen smiled, "..." "No need for formalities, everyone. Come inside and chat. We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Yang Shangwen said, holding Yan Qing's hand. "The young prince sent someone to tell me that he has a treasured old wine cellar in his mansion. I've loved wine all my life, and I even had to use three horses to get here just to taste this fine wine. I never expected to meet Brother Yan Qing."

Yan Qing was greatly impressed by his generosity and said, "It's a pleasure to meet Brother Yang today. I, Yan Qing, am also very happy."

Although the Zhao Prince's mansion was located in the north, everything was modeled after the capital, Dongjing. It was magnificent and imposing, with lush trees, exotic flowers, and winding streams—truly a beautiful place on earth.

Yan Qing watched with delight, softly reciting, "Willows along the embankment borrow three poles' worth of green, flowers across the bank share a thread of fragrance."
Yang Shangwen nodded, saying, "Brother Yan Qing, you are a man of both literary and martial talents, yet you are relegated to the wilderness; it is truly a misfortune for the dynasty."
He was by nature upright and could not tolerate the treacherous and domineering Grand Commandant Yang Jian, speaking out with righteous indignation, and ultimately was not tolerated by the four treacherous ministers Gao, Tong, Yang, and Cai. Although he came from a hereditary family of generals and was a descendant of loyal officials, he was not valued by the court and was demoted last year to the position of Commander of Jingkou (present-day Zhenjiang, Zhejiang), unable to resist the northern barbarians, which truly weighed heavily on his heart.

Yan Qing smiled slightly, "I am but a commoner, ignorant of court etiquette, and by nature lazy and unruly; I fear I have no hope in this life. Brother Yang, you are a hero, and you will surely achieve great things in the future." He saw Yang Shangwen's furrowed brows and knew that he was frustrated; this was the temperament of the Heavenly Star.

Yang Shangwen smiled wryly, "Today is a joyous occasion, so let's not dwell on those things. The banquet is ready, so let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest." With that, he led Yan Qing to sit on his left. After

three cups of wine, Yan Qing said, "It is truly an honor to meet the young prince and Brother Yang today. How about I play a tune to celebrate?"

Zhao Baochen and Yang Shangwen clapped their hands and said, "Excellent! We would love to hear Brother Yi's beautiful music."

Yan Qing took out his gold-inlaid dragon flute and played it at the banquet. The flute's melody was melodious and lingering, soaring into the sky.
When Yang Shangwen heard the song reaching its climax, he suddenly stood up and, keeping time with the rhythm, sang: "The green hills are dark with the setting sun, the mighty river flows eastward. The afterglow scatters like brocade, towards the misty road. It makes one sorrowful, Chang'an is far away, where is it? A few small fishing lights, lost in the nearby dock. A lone sail, low, beside the shore. Thinking back on my life, I regret my mistake of wearing a scholar's cap. I feel my path is blocked, my heart is hindered. The moon is saddening, a thousand miles away, I grieve for the plains. Strange is the bamboo branch song, each note a lament, for whom does it suffer? Monkeys and birds cry out all at once, startling the islands. The candle is dim, I cannot sleep, I listen to the ferry drum." The sorrowful emotion emanated from his throat, and the deep melancholy in his chest lingered in the air with the flute music.

Zhao Baochen was his closest friend and knew of Yang Shangwen's state of mind after being demoted to Jingkou. He had originally intended to invite him to Beijing to relax, but seeing his condition, he knew that Yang's troubles were deepening day by day. He said, "Brother Yang is a man of great talent and ambition; he will surely rise again one day. Today is the Lantern Festival, let's talk about something happy."

He pulled Yang Shangwen to sit down and said, "The other day, a merchant from Bianjing, Lu Nanshan, came here and talked about the most romantic affair in Bianjing. Let me tell you all about it."

Yang Shangwen said, "I was a little out of line, Your Highness, please don't take offense. Brother Yanqing , please forgive me." Yanqing

said, "Heroes and good men are all like this. Brother Yang, your ambitions are not yet fulfilled, so you speak your mind directly, which is the true nature of a man."

Zhao Baochen said, "What I said is about current affairs. We are family, so just listen and don't spread it around."

Yang Shangwen and Yanqing nodded in agreement.

Zhao Baochen said, "Brothers, have you heard of Li Shishi of Bianjing? That's who I'm talking about."

Yang Shangwen said, "Heh, she's the most famous courtesan in Bianjing, everyone knows her. Brother Yanqing, have you heard of her?"

Yanqing said, "Although I live in the north, I've heard a bit about her. Please tell me, Your Highness."
Zhao Baochen said, "This Li Shishi wasn't originally surnamed Li. She was the daughter of Wang Yin, a dyer in Bianjing. It's said that she didn't cry when she was born. It wasn't until she was three years old that her father took her to the Iron Buddha Temple, where the abbot touched her head, and only then did she burst into tears, her cries shaking the roof tiles. The abbot was delighted and said, 'This little child has a connection with our Buddhist community. In this dynasty, people traditionally call Buddhist disciples 'Shi,' so this person calls her Shishi."

"When Wang Yin was four years old, he was imprisoned for a crime and died soon after. An old woman named Li from a brothel raised her, and she grew into a beautiful young woman with exquisite features and a fair complexion. Later, she was taught by a master to sing and dance. At the age of thirteen, she became famous in Bianjing (Kaifeng) as a courtesan. For a time, officials, scholars, nobles, and people from all over the country considered it an honor to visit her."

Zhao Baochen paused slightly at this point, waved for his servants to leave, and continued: "This is a true story, involving the current emperor. Alas, the current emperor favors the likes of Gao Qiu and Yang Jian; disaster is not far off! It is said that on that day, Emperor Huizong was weary from his excursion and was feeling down. Gao Qiu strongly urged the emperor to go out and clear his mind. So, dressed as a scholar, he went to the Biyun Tower, which is where Li Shishi was."

He took a sip of wine and said, "When the emperor saw Li Shishi, he was utterly captivated, falling in love at first sight. He even left behind a piece of calligraphy, which I will recite for you:

'Sharing wine before others, embracing soft jade by the lamp, turning back to embrace, always full of affection. Ouch, ouch, ouch, gently pushing my lover away, gradually hearing a trembling voice, a slight blush rising.

Trying to indulge again and again, without any gap, this time the flavor is too wild. Moving, moving, moving, arms entwined, lips pressed together, tongues playing.'"

"Gentlemen, think about it," said Yang Shangwen, "what kind of decorum is it for an emperor to patronize prostitutes? Moreover, to write such lewd

and vulgar lyrics, if they spread among the common people, they will become a laughingstock!" Yang Shangwen and Yan Qing exchanged glances, their hearts sinking. They said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll write my resignation tomorrow, return to my hometown, raise my children, and live a carefree life, no longer concerning myself with worldly affairs."

Yan Qing said, "This morning there was a poem called 'Southern Song' circulating here. I wonder if the young prince and Brother Yang have heard it?" He then recited: "Strolling leisurely by the window, I saw a beautiful woman, her face like a fairy; I secretly thought of the emperor's affections, as if in a dream. We pursued pleasure, holding hands, indulging in our love in the boudoir, making vows all night. A handful of sandalwood perfumed the air, announcing the emperor's departure from court and return to the palace late, leaving behind a silk handkerchief as payment for the night."

Zhao Baochen said, "I've heard it too. It's about Jia Yi, the Military Advisor, a handsome young man with superb martial arts skills. He was a regular at Li Shishi's bedchamber. Since the current emperor arrived..." No one dared to come, but he took the opportunity to go to Li Shishi's place, rekindling his old flame. He even became jealous of the emperor and wrote this poem. Later, it reached the emperor's ears, and in a fit of rage, he demoted him to Qiongzhou (now Hainan Island) as a military advisor, never to return home.

Yang Shangwen muttered curses under his breath, "A foolish emperor, a foolish emperor."

Yan Qing advised, "Brother Yang, it's alright to say these things here, but don't mention them again in the future, lest you bring trouble up with your words."

Yang Shangwen said, "That's right, that's right. Thank you for reminding me, Brother Xiao Yi." These words were like a wake-up call, and he broke out in a cold sweat, his drunkenness completely gone. He said, "I'll return to Jingkou now. Brother Xiao Yi, come visit when you have time
, and I'll do my best to be your host." Yan Qing said, "I've traveled all over the country. If I have time, I'll drink with Brother Yang until we're both drunk." In

ancient times, when people got along well, they would become friends at first sight and remain inseparable for life. Yan Qing, a man of strong emotions and a strong sense of loyalty, said, "Brother Yang, if you don't mind my humble origins, I will acknowledge you as my elder brother.

I will go through fire and water for you, brother." Yang Shangwen let out a long roar and said, "Today, let's borrow a place in the Prince's mansion, burn incense, and become sworn brothers. The young prince will be our witness." The two held hands and looked at each other, seeing sincere tears in each other's eyes.

Chapter Four:

The Master Lu's Angry Man Suffers a Strike. Now, let's talk about the Lu family mansion in Beijing. It was truly a picturesque scene, with elegant pavilions and waterside terraces, moonlit gardens and flower-filled villas, small bridges spanning winding streams and ponds, and weeping willows shading the green windows and red doors.

In the back garden, there was a pink-walled path with winding railings leading deep into the flowers and trees. It was dusk, spring was fading, and wisps of smoke rose from the ancient incense burner. Master Lu's wife, Jia, was dressing and grooming herself.

This Lady Jia was originally from a prestigious family. Her father, Jia Zhun, rose through the ranks to become Vice Chancellor, Privy Councilor, and Chancellor of the Secretariat and the Chancellery. In the third year of the Yuanfu era of Emperor Zhezong of Song, he retired to the capital. He had one son and three daughters. This Lady Lu was the third daughter. She was intelligent and quick-witted from a young age, with delicate features and a graceful figure, and was much loved by her parents.

The maid Xiao Dai filled the bathtub with water and sprinkled some rose petals, instantly filling the room with fragrance. She said, "Madam, the water temperature is just right. Let me serve you."

Lady Jia hummed in agreement and stood up. A thin veil covered her body, but it could not conceal her exquisite figure. She moved with light steps, and with a flick of her arm, a strand of veil slipped to the ground, revealing her fair skin, as white as mutton fat jade, as white as snow, with a thousand curves that exuded charm.

Xiao Dai sighed, "Madam is truly beautiful, it's a pity about Master..."

She had followed Jia since childhood, nominally mistress and servant, but their bond was like sisters. After accompanying Jia into the Lu family, she saw Master Lu spending his days practicing martial arts and honing his strength, seemingly indifferent to matters of the heart. She felt quite indignant for Madam.

Jia scolded, "Did you say that? Bring that thing here!"

Xiao Dai sighed softly and took out a "horn-shaped" penis from her bosom, about seven inches long and shaped like a banana.

Jia said, "Come, let me insert it."

She lifted her pink buttocks slightly, revealing her full, beautiful vulva. Her vulva was slightly closed, fragrant and plump, like a freshly steamed bun, uniquely alluring.

Xiao Dai gently rubbed Jia's vulva with her slender fingers, touching her clitoris. Jia felt as if ants were biting inside, her desire burning fiercely. She could only let out a soft moan, her delicate body swaying, seemingly fragile. Unbeknownst to her, her vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids.

To understand why Jia Shi, shortly after marrying Master Lu, was neglected in her boudoir and forced to engage in illicit affairs with her maid, one must understand that Jia Shi was suffering in silence, unable to express her bitterness. The details will be revealed later.

Jia Shi moaned as she lay on the bathtub, her body limp and trembling, her hand caressing Xiao Dai's vulva. Tight and smooth, it resembled a newly opened bud, its fragrance filling the air.

Xiao Dai's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she gasped, "Madam, you have such skill! You're making me so itchy..."
Having long been a womanizer, she knew the pleasures of the trade. With a firm grip, she thrust the penis deep into Jia Shi's vulva, and with each thrust, fluids gushed forth.

Jia, trembling, swayed her beautiful legs, unleashing her seductive charms, crying out incessantly, "Good Xiao Dai, it feels so good... go in a little deeper, mmm... mmm, I'm going to come... ah, I'm going to die..."
Jia touched Xiao Dai's soft, slender hands as if touching a ball of fluffy cotton. Like dry tinder to a raging fire, her heart burned with desire. She embraced Xiao Dai's soft body, their tender faces pressed tightly together, rubbing and kneading each other's breasts, moaning softly. In a moment, the small room was filled with the fragrance of spring.
Jia's two full breasts, illuminated by the candlelight, were as white as jade, as soft as cotton, as lustrous and lovely as white jade. As they intertwined, their four long, slender legs stirred countless spring passions, arousing the desire within them, making their heads throb, their breaths grow heavy, sometimes kissing each other, sometimes nibbling together, their fragrant saliva swirling, navel to navel, vulva to vulva, pubic hair entwined, their legs intertwined and writhing in pleasure.

Xiao Dai's black hair was disheveled, her flower branches trembling wildly, she murmured, "Madam, how interesting..."
Jia's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she moaned, "Good Xiao Dai, your little hole is so tight... If only I were a man, I'd fuck you to death..." But she pulled the horn from her own hole and inserted it into Xiao Dai's vulva. Their four little hands caressed and roamed freely, their flower hearts trembling, and they moaned softly.

Seeing that Madam was happy, Xiao Dai said, "Madam, please tell Master that I don't want to get married. I still want to serve you." She had other thoughts on her mind and looked down on Jiang Lao Er's lewdness. She hoped Madam could speak to Master Lu on her behalf.

Madam Jia inserted her tender scallion into Xiao Dai's vulva, the entrance wide open, the scene a blur of emotions. She sighed softly, "You are so filial, but I'm afraid you're still thinking about Yan Qing and Xiao Yi. Master saw your intentions and that's why he's in such a hurry to marry you off. You know, he treats Xiao Yi like his own son, and you don't even know that."

Madam Jia actually felt quite sour inside, both jealous of Yan Qing and Xiao Yi's favor with Master Lu and resentful that Xiao Dai could win Xiao Yi's favor.

It was truly a scene of spring water melting in the moonlight, the lotus pods already picked by the flower-picking prince.

Tears welled in Xiao Dai's eyes as she cried, "Madam, please pity me! I've followed you since childhood, and even if I haven't done anything meritorious, I've certainly worked hard. I really don't want to marry you..." Her heart was breaking, tears streaming down her face.

Jia Shi snorted, "Alright, alright. Don't spoil my good mood. You know how many young ladies outside dream of marrying Jiang Lao Er. For better or worse, he's highly valued by the master. If you follow him, you'll live a life of luxury and comfort. Why are you crying?"

She abruptly pulled the horn from Xiao Dai's vagina, smacked it a few times, and said, "When did you get involved with Brother Xiao Yi? You kept it a secret from me for so long. If Xiao Cui hadn't told me, I would still be completely in the dark."

Xiao Dai sighed, "Xiao Cui is such a gossip. It's just that I'm unlucky to have met this nemesis from a past life!"
But her lips and eyes held a captivating charm as she gazed intently at the rose petals floating in the water. Her words seemed to carry a hint of regret, but in reality, she was deeply delighted.

That night, after serving Lady Jia to her bedchamber, Xiao Dai returned to her room and was lighting the gauze-covered lamp when she saw Yan Qing, draped in moonlight, gracefully approaching.

Yan Qing said, "Xiao Dai, let's go see the lotus flowers."

At that moment, the croaking of frogs filled the air, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the wind was gentle and the clouds light. Yan Qing's eyes held a captivating allure in the darkness.

Xiao Dai blushed and said, "It's late, it's not appropriate for a lone man and woman to be alone."

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Such a beautiful night, perfect for viewing lotus flowers under the moon, would you like to come?"

A gentle breeze rustled the blossoms of a tree outside the window, and Xiao Dai saw the emerald ripples shimmering with light, releasing a warm, delicate fragrance. Without thinking, she closed the door and followed Yan Qing to the pond.

Yan Qing, however, said nothing, but took out a bamboo flute and began to play a melodious tune.

Xiao Dai nestled gently beside him. She couldn't understand the mournful and lingering sound of the flute, only feeling a transparent chill in her heart amidst the moonlit steps and the gentle breeze rustling the willows.

Her eyes no longer held the image of countless lotus blossoms in the pond, nor the feeling of wind rustling through the pine forest. She was captivated by this clear night and this person, and this too was destined to become her eternal nightmare. But

enough of this digression, let's get back to the main point.

Jia Shi was washing and dressing when Xiao Dai's interruption dampened her enthusiasm. Disgruntled, she finished dressing and came out. She heard Master Lu roaring and cursing in the front hall. She was greatly surprised, thinking that he was usually so good-tempered; why was he angry, especially on this Lantern Festival night?

She walked forward and, after reaching the screen in the front hall, peeked out from behind the curtain. She saw Yan Qing and Xiao Yi kneeling silently on the ground, with several burly men standing behind them.

Master Lu berated, "How have I taught you? You don't respect me at all, daring to frequent brothels, even getting into fights and quarrels with women! Was this how I taught you to fight?"
Yan Qing simply kowtowed to the ground, offering no argument, clearly in the wrong.

Master Lu grew angrier, saying, "The country has its laws, and the family has its rules. Bring me the cane!"

Hearing this from behind, Jia's face paled. She thought, "What will happen? This fine young man will be badly beaten!"

Just then, Li Gu stepped out from behind Master Lu, carrying a round, shiny black stick. Master Lu took it and said, "Pull down his pants."

The burly men rushed forward and quickly pulled down Yan Qing's pants. Jia's heart pounded. Yan Qing's buttocks were as white as jade, and even more stunning was his embroidered robe adorned with delicate, scattered gold petals. I had long heard that Yan Qing was covered in embroidered patterns, and now it seemed his body cascaded down to his buttocks; one could only imagine how alluring his upper body must be.

But then Li Gu said, "Master, please calm down. Yan Qing is young and impetuous; he needs more guidance. Beating him like this might harm his health."

He was merely feigning concern. Master Lu was furious and wouldn't listen to reason, especially since Master Lu was unaware of the matter; it was Li Gu who had deliberately revealed it to Yan Qing after hearing about his visit to a prostitute, hoping to teach him a lesson.
Master Lu shouted, "Beat him quickly! Beat him hard!" He threw the stick on the ground and sat down in his armchair, his heart filled with bitterness and disappointment.

The burly man wielding the stick moved swiftly, and with a dozen or so blows, Yan Qing was left with torn flesh and a bloody mess.

Yan Qing gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, his body drenched in cold sweat, his face convulsing and trembling, until he finally fainted. In his unconscious state,

Yan

Qing vaguely heard a mournful sound. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that it was none other than Xiao Dai.

Her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her face was covered in tears. Yan Qing tried to sit up, but the pain in his lower body was unbearable, and he could not support himself. He let out a soft "Ouch," which startled Xiao Dai awake from her sobbing.

Xiao Dai rushed forward to help him up, weeping, "You should lie down. If you get up, you will hurt your bones again."
She had not left Yan Qing's side since he was carried in, but her heart was filled with sorrow, and she had already soaked several handkerchiefs with tears.

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Little Dai, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious.

The master's mercy is what Yan Qing deserves." Little Dai cried, "Beating you like this, how can you say you've shown mercy? The master is too cruel."
Yan Qing said, "You don't know, the master didn't really use any real force. Luckily, he only used a stick this time. He also has a thousand-year-old rattan staff from the Miao ethnic group in Yunnan. Back then, when he sparred with the monk Mingjia at the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, he only needed three blows to make Mingjia vomit blood. You know, Mingjia had practiced martial arts since childhood and had a very strong body. It was truly remarkable. Unfortunately, I went to Sichuan that year and couldn't witness it in person. It's a great pity!" He was originally a martial arts enthusiast, and when he talked about the martial arts competition, he became very animated, completely forgetting the injury he had from the staff.

Xiao Dai spat, "Don't tell me such things, I don't like hearing them. Perhaps the master is particularly fond of you; when I came, he asked me to bring this, saying it's for you to apply." With that, she took out a small glass bottle from her bosom, about three inches in size, with a screw-on silver cap. Opening it, a pungent odor wafted out, and Xiao Dai couldn't help but sneeze, saying, "What kind of medicine is this? It's so pungent!"

Yan Qing smiled, "This is Yunnan Baiyao, specifically for treating external injuries; it's a top-grade wound medicine. This medicine was given to me by Lan Tianxing of the Miao and Dong tribes years ago, but this bottle came from the Western Regions; it's quite rare."

Xiao Dai said, "Turn over, I'll apply it for you." Thinking about being intimate with him again, she couldn't help but feel a little shy.

Yan Qing looked at her and smiled, "Good sister, you've worked hard." He then turned over, removed his clothes, revealing a body of smooth, white skin, adorned with dazzling floral patterns. This was the final masterpiece of Granny Guo, Beijing's most skilled tattoo artist.

It was said that after Granny Guo finished tattooing Yan Qing, she lamented, "I will never achieve what I have today." She
then retired from tattooing and never tattooed anyone again. This gives an idea of how precious Yan Qing's exquisite tattoo was.

Xiao Dai gently stroked and wiped his face, tears streaming down her face. She said, "My darling, you're having such a good time out there, but you've forgotten about me."

Yan Qing's heart trembled. He knew Xiao Dai was deeply devoted, but his own promiscuous nature made him afraid he would betray her love. He said, "The master has already promised you to Lao Jiang. You'll have a good life with him. If Lao Jiang wrongs you, I'll punch him to death."

Xiao Dai pressed her face against his buttocks, whimpering, "I don't want a good life. Having you is what matters. I don't want to be a lady or a wife. Just being with you, even if it means being a slave, I'll be happy. Brother Xiao Yi, the master loves you and always listens to you. Talk to the master and ask him to take me. I don't ask to be your wife or concubine; even being your maid would be enough." Heartbroken, she felt sorrow again, lamenting her tragic fate and her lonely, desolate life.

Hearing her passionate words, Yan Qing was captivated and murmured, "Good sister, good sister, what good fortune or luck do I have? I fear the master's words are as firm as a mountain, and there's no going back... what's more..."

Xiao Dai covered his mouth, saying, "Don't say it, don't say it, Brother Yi, I know everything. I was just saying it. Next month, I'll be leaving. Brother Yi, don't forget me."

Xiao Dai felt her body burning, her face flushed, her soul drifting away, her heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

A poem says:

Where has the eternal night taken me? No word from me. The fragrant chamber is closed, brows furrowed, the moon is about to set, how can I bear not to seek you out? I resent the lonely quilt.
If I could exchange my heart for yours, I would know how deep my longing is.

Chapter Five: Li Gu, harboring wicked intentions, spied on a lewd play

. After beating Yan Qing, Lu Junyi sat angrily in the hall. Hearing faint footsteps from the back hall, he knew that his wife, Jia, had arrived.

Madam Jia bowed and said, "Greetings, husband. You were in such a bad temper just now, you almost beat Yan Qing to death."
Master Lu said, "You don't know, we've always had high hopes for him, but he's so disappointing, daring to compete with others over a girl. This is unacceptable! You know, we business people never compete with others. As the saying goes, harmony brings wealth. But he's always causing trouble for me."

Madam Jia said, "You know that my maid Xiao Dai has feelings for Brother Xiao Yi, and I think..." Although she said she hated Xiao Dai, she actually loved her quite a bit.

Upon hearing this, Master Lu said, "I knew about this. Yan Qing and Xiao Yi haven't experienced the ways of the world yet, but I still want them to go out and broaden their horizons. How can they be so sentimental? It just so happens that Jiang Lao Er is interested in her, so I agreed. You don't need to say more; it's settled. Is there anything else?"

Jia said softly, "Since I married into your family over a year ago, my husband has always been busy with his weapons and rarely comes to the house. Have I done something wrong?"

Lu Junyi hurriedly said, "Oh dear, that is indeed my fault. This past year, I've been at a crucial stage in my martial arts training, and I've become distant from my wife. Fortunately, yesterday I reached the seventh level of my Taiyi Divine Skill. This time, I must cherish my wife more." He had been practicing his family's unique martial arts, and his internal strength cultivation had become increasingly profound, so he had become less interested in matters of love.

Seeing Jia's peach-blossom cheeks, white with a rosy glow, he was overcome with desire and embraced her, placing his hands on her soft breasts. He felt their fullness and smoothness, and his engorged member stirred, eager to be explored.

Jia playfully scolded, "Hehe, don't you even know where you are..."

But in her joy, her slender waist swayed like a long snake, and her small mouth murmured like a dream, sending a shiver down Lu's spine. His member stood erect

, and he said, "My lady is so smooth, let me touch your little cunt... Oh, the water's already flowing." Jia said shyly, "I won't do it, my husband is so naughty..." As she spoke, she slowly removed her clothes, revealing a red gauze bodice. Her breasts were high and trembling, truly tempting.

Lu pressed her down on the armchair, lifted the red gauze, and forcefully grasped her white and tender breasts.
Jia let out a soft "hmm," her body going limp, her heart surging with desire, letting her husband caress her gently.
Master Lu kissed and licked, from her breasts, down her jade-like legs, all the way to her intoxicating vulva.
Jia moaned as if in a dream, her jade-like hands already grasping Master Lu's erect member, her long, slender legs stretched straight, her heart tingling and throbbing, her lips uttering soft moans, her vulva already overflowing with lustful fluids.

Seeing Jia's incessant moans, Master Lu knew she was aroused, so he lifted his member and thrust it into her vulva. Her vulva, already moistened by the lustful fluids, was incredibly slippery, and Master Lu's penis slid smoothly into the depths of her vulva, reaching the very bottom of her nest. With each thrust and withdrawal, Jia's heart pounded with ecstasy.

After this back-and-forth struggle, Jia couldn't withstand the master's unparalleled skill. Her strength gradually waned, and her vulva opened and closed repeatedly, her juices flowing in waves. She felt a surge of waves within her, a refreshing and intoxicating sensation.

She stretched her arms and swayed her hips, her exquisite orifice contracting and expanding, tightly gripping the master's manhood with a series of nibbling motions.
It should be known that Jia had deeply inherited the true teachings of the nun Miaoyin of the Wofo Temple in her youth, and her bedroom skills were considered unparalleled in Beijing.
Under her sucking and teasing, even with his unparalleled skill, the master's entire body felt as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, exceptionally relaxed, pleasurable, and full of pleasure. He had already lost his senses, and his penis bounced dozens of times within her, releasing a series of "whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..." ejaculations, completely unleashing the scalding waves within her exquisite vulva.

After helping the wealthy man Lu to dress, Jia sat in his lap, her head resting against him, and said softly, "My darling husband, how wonderful it would be if you could do this all the time..."

The wealthy man Lu said, "Indeed, my lovely lady, you were quite skilled today; that sizzling, burning sensation in your cunt."
Jia blushed slightly and said, "Since I came to the Lu family, I still have no children, and I'm afraid of gossip. I've heard that Fajue Temple is very popular, especially the Guanyin statue that grants children; it's said to be very efficacious. I'd like to go and see it."

The wealthy man Lu nodded and said, "That's excellent. I'll have Li Gu choose an auspicious day and draw a good fortune slip.

" He was a devout Buddhist and believed in feng shui, and he was very pleased that his wife wanted to go to worship Buddha.

The couple were engrossed in their erotic escapades, unaware that Li Gu had been spying on them from outside the window for some time. When he suddenly heard the wealthy man mention his name, his heart skipped a beat. At first, he thought he had been discovered and quickly lowered his head even further. After regaining his composure, he realized he hadn't been exposed and couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking, "My wife is going to Fajue Temple to pray for a child. We've always had a connection with the monk Benyin there; I should make the arrangements as soon as possible."

The Lu family had always been connected to Buddhism, having a Buddhist shrine in their home and being generous to monks and nuns, often through Li Gu. Thus, Li Gu had connections with all the major Buddhist temples in Beijing. Thinking of his wife's fair skin and indescribable beauty, he felt a sudden weakness wash over him.

Master

Lu thought to himself, "I wonder how Xiao Yi is? With his current skill, that beating shouldn't have hurt him."

He moved lightly towards the inner wing on the left side of the hall, Yan Qing's residence. Before even entering, he heard the melodious sound of a flute.

He couldn't help but smile slightly. He had always doted on this servant boy; though nominally master and servant, their relationship was like that of father and son. He was eight years older than Yan Qing and had no children of his own, so he had long regarded Yan Qing as his own son.

As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the harsher the discipline. Hearing of Yan Qing's misbehavior outside had truly angered him, hence the beating, but he was also somewhat worried.

Master Lu stood outside the wing for a while, listening to the clear, bright sound of the flute, clearly indicating that Yan Qing was in good spirits, and knew he was alright. He felt relieved. When the flute music ended, he exclaimed, "Xiao Yi's flute playing is becoming increasingly exquisite! Was that 'Yangguan Sandie' you just played? Indeed, it was a piece with three sighs, melodious and lingering."

Music reflects the heart. Yan Qing had just been severely beaten, yet he could still play such a vast and expansive piece on his sickbed, showing that he was broad-minded and not narrow-minded. Master Lu was naturally overjoyed.

Seeing Master Lu enter, Yan Qing hurriedly tried to get up, but Master Lu waved him away, indicating he should remain lying down. Yan Qing said, "Master, I've troubled you. I won't do it again." He had known his master for a long time and didn't need many words, but the guilt in his heart, if left unspoken, felt like a lump in his throat that he had to get out.

Master Lu nodded and said, "You understand my thoughts, that's good. You should rest for a few days, I plan to send you out for a trip to gain some experience."

Yan Qing said happily, "That's for the best, Master understands me well. I'm going crazy from being cooped up at home all the time."

He has always loved to travel and has traveled all over the country for many years, getting to know the customs and dialects of various places. He also has a talent for language, remembering what he hears and being naturally eloquent, which is a great help to Master Lu's business in the north and south.
Master Lu nodded: "The situation has been quite chaotic lately. Bandits are causing trouble everywhere, gathering in the woods, robbing and plundering. Our goods from last year's end were robbed in Laizhou, Shandong, and several of our escort agency's leaders died. This time, several cartloads of Jiangnan silk are being transported to Lin'an, and I want you to secretly protect them."

Yan Qing said: "Master, I will head south immediately and will certainly not delay you."

Master Lu laughed: "No rush, no rush, it will be next month. Lin'an is not ready yet, and besides, your injuries have not healed. It's important to recover first." Seeing Yan Qing's excitement, he laughed: "You're in high spirits, how about we play a game?"

Yan Qing said: "Please give me a three-stone handicap, otherwise I will not play."

Master Lu was the best at gambling in Beijing. Although Yan Qing was intelligent, he was inferior in Go, so Master Lu always gave him a handicap.

Master Lu tapped Yan Qing's forehead with his index finger and laughed, "You little rascal, I'm happy to give you a four-stone handicap this time. If you lose again, I'll make you pay."

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