The Legend of the Sword Stained with Royal Blood

The Legend of the Sword Stained with Royal Blood (Part 1)

Yuan Chengzhi, to support the rebel leader Li Zicheng, escorted the Jianwen Emperor's treasure, discovered in Nanjing, to the capital. Arriving in Gaobeidian, Yuan Chengzhi, Wen Qingqing, and their entourage stayed overnight at the "Yan Zhao Ju" in the west of the town. That night, Yuan Chengzhi and Wen Qingqing talked late into the night in Yuan Chengzhi's room when they suddenly heard unusual sounds coming from the next room: "Oh...oh...gude...oh...oh...gude..." a woman's voice, full of lust.

"Fa ke...lai ke mai kou ke..." a man's voice said.

"You ah sou si zhuang...fa ke mi...dong si dao pu...oh...oh..." the woman moaned again.

Although Yuan Chengzhi and Wen Qingqing couldn't understand what the man and woman next door were saying, they knew what they were doing. They thought to themselves: "Judging from their voices, this couple is definitely not from the Central Plains, yet they're engaging in this shameless act. " Just then

, the woman next door cried out again, "Oh... Aimu Kamin... Oh..." Then

she fell silent, presumably having fallen asleep.

At first, Yuan Chengzhi and Qingqing found it amusing, but the more they listened, the more their hearts stirred. At this moment, their eyes met, and they both saw deep affection and a yearning in each other's gaze.

Yuan Chengzhi took Qingqing's hands and whispered, "Qingqing, I..."

Qingqing let out a soft moan, resting her head against Yuan Chengzhi's broad chest. The strong masculine scent emanating from him made her feel weak and powerless.

Yuan Chengzhi pulled Qingqing into his arms. Her cheeks were flushed, and in the dim light, her almond-shaped eyes were hazy, her cherry lips trembling slightly, alluring and tempting. Yuan Chengzhi lowered his head and kissed Qingqing deeply on the lips.

This kiss intoxicated both of them. Yuan Chengzhi could no longer restrain himself and slowly loosened Qingqing's sash. Qingqing softly murmured "Mmm," not resisting. As if receiving tacit approval, Yuan Chengzhi lifted Qingqing and placed her on the bed, reaching out to untie her undergarment, revealing a pale purple bodice underneath.

Just then, the oil lamp ran out and went out, moonlight streaming through the window and onto the bedside. Qingqing kept her eyes tightly shut, only able to hear the pounding of her own heart. She felt Yuan Chengzhi gently remove her bodice, and dared not open her eyes.

In the moonlight, Qingqing's breasts were visible, full and round, like carved white jade. Her two bright nipples, like cherries, were only the size of soybeans, adorning her breasts, glistening and lovely. Yuan Chengzhi took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently probing it, while his other hand slowly caressed the other breast. He heard Qingqing let out a low moan. Yuan Chengzhi's penis had been erect for some time, and a surge of unbearable heat rose within him. He tore off his clothes and threw them aside, then rolled over and pressed himself against Qingqing.

As fate would have it, Yuan Chengzhi's clothes fell, landing squarely on the Golden Snake Sword he had placed on the table. The sword clattered to the ground.

Yuan Chengzhi, consumed by lust, felt as if the sound had struck his heart. Turning around, he saw the Golden Snake Sword gleaming in the moonlight, its cold light dazzling.

Watching the flashing sword, Yuan Chengzhi suddenly remembered the blood and sorrow he had endured, the hardships of his journey, and the teachings of his masters. It was as if cold water had been poured over him, and all his lust vanished. He quickly rolled off the table and slapped himself four times across the face.

Qingqing, sensing something amiss, opened her eyes to see Yuan Chengzhi standing on the ground with a strange expression. She quickly sat up, covering her breasts with her hands, and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?!"

Yuan Chengzhi said, "Qingqing, it's all my fault for losing control; I almost ruined your purity."

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? I..."

"Qingqing, listen to me. We both bear a deep-seated blood feud. Our revenge is unavenged, our great cause unfulfilled. How can we do this?"

"Brother, do you despise my background...?"

"Qingqing, with a wife like you, what more could a husband ask for? But right now, the cause of the uprising is paramount. Only after we help King Chuang succeed and avenge our great hatred will we be able to stay together forever! Qingqing, do you understand my heart?"

Qingqing remained silent, gazing at Yuan Chengzhi with a mixture of resentment and affection in her eyes. After a while, she let out a long, soft sigh: "Brother, my silly brother!"

With that, she gently straightened her clothes and returned to her room.

Yuan Chengzhi was left alone in his room, his thoughts churning, unable to sleep that night.

The next morning, as the group was about to leave for breakfast, they saw dozens of foreign soldiers in the hall, holding strange weapons and talking noisily.

A Chinese man was also seen shouting at the innkeeper; upon listening, it turned out he was the interpreter, demanding the innkeeper prepare food for the foreigners, his manner extremely arrogant. Just

then, three more foreigners arrived—two men and a woman—dressed elegantly. The woman had blue eyes, black hair, and snow-white skin, and spoke loudly. Upon hearing this, Yuan Chengzhi and Qingqing were startled. Judging from the voice, this woman was the one who had been moaning in bed next door the previous night. They exchanged a glance, their faces flushed, both feeling extremely embarrassed as they recalled the events of the previous night.

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PS: There's no explicit content this time, but that doesn't mean there won't be in the future.

Notes: 1. In the original book, the foreigner was Spanish, but unfortunately, I don't understand Spanish, so I had them speak English. Scholars and laymen don't need to delve into this.

2. In the original book, Yuan Chengzhi generally refers to Wen Qingqing as "Brother Qing." However, to prevent misunderstandings for readers unfamiliar with the original book, I've referred to her as "Qingqing" in this text. This is to clarify.

※haha translation:

“Oh…………Oh…………Good…………Oh…………Oh…………Good…………” “Oh…………Oh…………

Good…………Oh…………Oh…………Good…………” “Fuck…………Likemycock…………”

“Youaresostrong…………Fuck me…………Dontstop…………Oh…………h…………” “Oh…………

Aimukamin…………Oh…………” “Oh…………Imcoming…………Oh…………”

The

three foreigners passed by Yuan Chengzhi and his group, and everyone felt a fragrant breeze. Yuan Chengzhi, noticing the woman's unusual attire and having only heard her voice the previous night without seeing her, couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Qingqing, watching from the side, was quite displeased. She thought to herself,

"That shameless woman, I must find a chance to teach her a lesson." Just then, she saw the three of them sitting at a table not far away. Qingqing secretly took out a copper coin, flicked her wrist, and the coin flew out, striking the foreign woman's earring with a "smack." The woman cried out in surprise, quickly standing up. The two men beside her were also startled, but they saw the direction from which the hidden weapon had come. They simultaneously rushed ahead of the woman, drew their flintlock pistols, and pointed them at Yuan Chengzhi and his group.

One of the men shouted, "Who, who did this?" Although his pronunciation sounded somewhat strange, it was fluent Chinese.

Another, slightly older man said, "Do you want to die?" His Chinese was fluent; one would never guess he was a foreigner if they didn't see him. It turned out that the Ming Dynasty frequently ordered cannons from Portugal for defense, and these men were Portuguese escorts. The two leaders, the older one named Simon and the younger one named Peter, were frequent visitors to China and therefore fluent in Chinese. The woman, named Jocelyn, had a Chinese grandfather and had traveled between China and Portugal with her father since childhood for trade. This time, she wanted to see the Chinese mainland. Simon and Peter, seeing her beauty and wealth, both vied to flatter her. Now that the beauty was in trouble, they were even more eager to show off.

Yuan Chengzhi and his men, already dissatisfied with the arrogance of these foreigners, also wanted to intervene.

Just as tensions were running high, Simon suddenly tossed the teacup on the table into the air. With a deafening bang, the teacup shattered, shards landing in front of Yuan Chengzhi and his men.

Yuan Chengzhi and his companions, never having seen such a powerful weapon, were startled. Simon, however, laughed triumphantly, saying, "You Chinese are buying cannons from us. Do you have any sharpshooters? Dare to challenge me?"

Yuan Chengzhi knew of the Ming Dynasty's purchase of cannons to fight the Qing army outside the Great Wall; Nurhaci had died under the muzzle of a cannon. He thought, "The court is buying these cannons to fight the Tartars. It's not good to make things difficult for them." Qingqing,

however, ignored him and stepped forward, ready to attack.

Simon, having already loaded his ammunition, fired a shot at Qingqing, knocking off her headscarf and letting her hair fall loose. Startled, she drew her sword and glared at Simon.

Simon laughed loudly, "So you're a woman, and you can even wield a sword? Then I'll have a sword fight with you." With that, he sheathed his musket and drew

his sword. Yuan Chengzhi, initially worried about Simon's firearms prowess, was relieved to see him about to fight and didn't stop Qingqing.

Simon beckoned to the interpreter, Qian Tongsi, whispered a few words in his ear, and then pointed at Qingqing. Qian Tongsi chuckled maliciously, walked up to Qingqing, and said, "Mr. Simon said that if he wins a sword fight with you, you must let him..."

Before he could finish, Qingqing, already enraged, stepped forward and slapped Qian Tongsi hard across the face, sending him flying. Qingqing swung her sword straight at Simon.

Simon, captivated by Qingqing's beauty, harbored frivolous intentions. His sword strikes were slow, and he was quickly overwhelmed by Qingqing's attacks. In less than ten moves, Qingqing stabbed Simon in the right arm. Simon's rapier fell to the ground, and Qingqing followed up with a kick, sending him sprawling.

Qingqing was about to continue, but Yuan Chengzhi shook his head, signaling her to stop. Seeing Simon's disheveled state, Qingqing's anger subsided, and she ceased her attacks, returning to Yuan Chengzhi's side.

Simon, badly injured by Qingqing's kick, couldn't stand for a moment. Peter rushed to help him up, remembering that Simon and Qingqing had agreed to a sword duel, and now, having suffered a crushing defeat, there was nothing more to say. Simon glared at Qingqing hatefully and said, "You woman, we'll see!" With that, he waved his hand and left with Peter, Ruokelin, and a group of foreign soldiers. The interpreter, Qian Tongsi, had two front teeth knocked out by Qingqing's slap. He hurriedly covered his mouth and ran out.

Seeing the foreigners flee in such a disheveled state, everyone burst into laughter. They all praised Qingqing's martial arts skills, saying she had deflated the foreigners' arrogance and boosted everyone's morale. After this commotion, Qingqing had somewhat forgotten the events of the previous night, and her mood improved. She asked Yuan Chengzhi, "Brother, why didn't you let me teach those foreigners a lesson again?"

Yuan Chengzhi smiled and explained to everyone that the imperial court was buying cannons from foreigners to deal with the Manchus. Everyone then understood.

Qingqing pouted and said, "Even if we're buying cannons, it's not worth putting up with their humiliation. In my opinion, if the court is incompetent and the soldiers are weak, what use are cannons?"

Yuan Chengzhi continued, "Not only that, but you didn't see how powerful those foreigners' firearms are. If you beat him badly, why would he care about the sword duel agreement? He'll definitely use those firearms against you, and I'm afraid you'll suffer then."

Qingqing thought of the scene of Simon firing his firearms earlier; it was indeed formidable, and she knew she would have no chance against it. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue, feeling a little scared. She also understood Yuan Chengzhi's concern for her, and felt a warmth in her heart.

The group finished breakfast while talking, left the inn, and continued their journey in silence.

As evening approached and they sought lodging, several men entered the inn. Though dressed in ordinary江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) attire, they were arrogant and domineering, as if they were government officials. Yuan Chengzhi noticed that one of them looked increasingly familiar, and he secretly wondered why. Back in his room, he suddenly remembered that the man was Hu Laosan, a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard) he had met in his childhood. He thought to himself: "I wonder what conspiracy the Jinyiwei have plotting here. I must be careful." (

The Legend of the Sword Stained with Royal Blood, Part 3)

He immediately leaped out of the window, using his lightness skill to reach Hu Laosan's man's window, and listened intently. The one speaking inside was Hu Laosan. He said, "Now that we've accomplished this, he'll surely look at us differently!"

Another man said, "You little rascal, watch out, you might overdo it!"

Hu Laosan replied, "Absolutely not. I guarantee he'll be overjoyed. Speaking of which, this woman, though not young, is quite attractive. When I grabbed her, I touched her flesh—damn, it was soft and incredibly horny."

Yet another man said, "Hey kid, you dare to take advantage of her? I'm afraid you'll regret it."

Hu Laosan retorted, "Just a couple of touches, what's the big deal? If it were any other woman, I would have already fucked her cunt. This woman, damn, she's incredibly horny, incredibly horny." He laughed as he spoke. The others joined in the laughter.

Another person said, "Enough with the jokes, let's get this done first. Let's go now." With that, they extinguished the lamps, and the five of them, including Hu Laosan, left the inn and headed east. Yuan Chengzhi followed at a distance, unnoticed by Hu Laosan and the others.

After running for about three or four li, they arrived at the foot of a small hill east of the city. Two people were already there. Hu Laosan and the others approached one of them and said something, which Yuan Chengzhi, being too far away, couldn't hear clearly. Then, led by that person, the seven of them headed up the hill. Yuan Chengzhi followed, and they saw two small houses on the hill. The seven stopped in front of the houses. The leader waved his hand, and Hu Laosan and the others immediately scattered, keeping watch around the houses at a distance. The leader went inside alone.

Yuan Chengzhi knew there must be something strange inside. Taking advantage of a cloud obscuring the moon, he used his extraordinary lightness skill to reach the back of the houses. As expected, Hu Laosan and the guards hadn't noticed anything. Yuan Chengzhi leaped onto the roof, crouched down, and gently parted a tile to peek inside.

Inside, a man sat on the edge of the bed, his face obscured by the roof. A woman lay on the bed, seemingly immobilized by pressure points. The woman said, "An Jianqing, we have no marital bond anymore. I... I wish I could kill you with one blow."

Yuan Chengzhi had no more doubts; the woman was none other than Aunt An, who had cared for him in his childhood. Years had passed, but Aunt An's appearance hadn't changed much. Upon seeing an old friend, Yuan Chengzhi thought, "I didn't expect to see Aunt An here. So, the woman Hu Laosan mentioned is her. Judging from her tone, this man is her husband. I wonder why she treats him like this. It seems Aunt An is out of danger." He then waited to see what would happen.

An Jianqing chuckled, "We've been married for years, why act like this the moment we meet? You're over thirty now, but you haven't aged a bit, you're still as beautiful as ever." He then touched An's wife's face.

An's wife retorted angrily, "You're shameless!"

An Jianqing chuckled again, saying, "You call me shameless now, but what about when I touched you all over back then? Have you forgotten how you moaned in bed? That seductive energy you had in bed—even now, just thinking about it makes me incredibly hard. How did you manage? You didn't find a gigolo, did you?"

An's wife was both ashamed and angry, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, An Jianqing became even more smug, saying, "How about that? Your husband came to your rescue today!" With that, he unbuckled An Da Niang's belt and reached his right hand into her crotch, rubbing it incessantly. An Da Niang immediately began to curse angrily, but An Jianqing paid no heed and continued rubbing.

After a while, An Da Niang's cursing subsided, and she fell silent. A little while later, she began to moan softly.

Yuan Chengzhi, listening from the rooftop, couldn't help but recall Qingqing's delicate moans from the previous night.

An Da Niang's moans gradually grew louder. An Jianqing suddenly stopped, took his right hand from An Da Niang's trousers, his fingers covered in a sticky fluid, and held it up to her face. He spread his fingers, and the fluid stretched into a thin thread between them. He laughed, "Look at your lustful fluid! Still being stubborn. Your lustful fluid is as much as before, no, even more than before."

An Da Niang blushed and angrily said, "You, An, just kill me!"

An Jianqing laughed, "How could I bear to kill you? I know I've wronged you all these years, and today I'll make it up to you. I'll make you suffer like you're in heaven." With that, he began to remove An Da Niang's clothes one by one.

Yuan Chengzhi was now in a dilemma. He wanted to help An Da Niang, but felt it was a matter between husband and wife, and he shouldn't interfere; he wanted to leave, but feared An Da Niang might suffer. He thought: It would be best to secretly rescue An Da Niang when the opportunity arises. For now, he could only wait, blushing. There, completely naked, was an older woman whose figure was even more voluptuous than Qingqing's. Her breasts were high and firm, and her two purplish-brown nipples were surprisingly large, like two small chestnuts, now erect and about half an inch high. Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering half of her lower abdomen.

An Jianqing said, "Tsk tsk, indeed, your white flesh is even more alluring!" He put his mouth on one of her nipples, and his right hand reached between her legs, gently scratching it. An old woman moaned softly again.

Suddenly, An Jianqing grabbed An old woman's waist, turned her upside down to face him, and lifted her upside down. An old woman's wide-open legs leaned forward limply, resting on An Jianqing's shoulders, her vulva facing upwards. Yuan Chengzhi saw that Aunt An's vulva was facing him, her brown labia already parted, and the pubic hair along the edges grew straight up to her dark gray anus, glistening black from the lubrication.

An Jianqing lowered his head and kissed Aunt An's vulva, making soft smacking sounds. His right hand, however, took a red pill from his pouch, and then, while stroking Aunt An's vulva, he smoothly inserted the pill.

(To be continued)

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