The Romantic Adventures of Huanzhu (2018)

Chapters 44-45: The Hallucinogenic Drug Scandal.

Nine more days passed uneventfully. During these days, aside from guarding the palace, Ertai spent the rest of his time with Consort Yu. Under his guidance, Consort Yu gradually transformed from a conservative, resentful woman into a true woman.

The bed, the desk, the windowsill, the chair, the bathroom, the back mountain—everywhere bore the marks of their lovemaking. Under Ertai's tutelage, Consort Yu became increasingly uninhibited, often preparing herself for his "baptism" without his prompting.

However, what puzzled Ertai was that since entering the illusion, no matter what he and Consort Yu did or where they did it, they couldn't re-enter that environment, and they hadn't even seen the black and purple gas.

Ertai's interest in this Supreme Harmony Scripture grew ever stronger, fueling his desire to explore it more deeply.

That day, with the appointed day for delivering the hallucinogenic drug to Physician Hu approaching, Ertai obtained five thousand taels of silver from Consort Yu and went to Physician Hu's bedroom.

Ertai was genuinely moved by the five thousand taels. As the second young master of the prestigious Fu family, he was certainly not short of money, but five thousand taels was still a considerable sum. Ertai tentatively asked Consort Yu for the money, but to his surprise, she gave it to him without even asking what he intended to use it for.

This made Ertai wonder if Consort Yu had completely fallen in love with him and considered him her husband. Thinking about it, it made sense; husbands and wives usually share money, except for secret stashes, of course.

Therefore, Ertai secretly vowed that he would treat Consort Yu well for the rest of his life, showering her with love and affection. Anyone who dared to harm Consort Yu, even the Emperor, would face severe consequences.

Upon entering Physician Hu's courtyard, even before stepping into the room, a strong medicinal odor assaulted his nostrils, making him want to vomit. Thick smoke billowed from the courtyard, as if it were on fire. Ertai frowned, holding his breath and waving away the smoke.

He quickly pushed open the door and entered the living room. To his right was Physician Hu's room where he was refining medicine, and the thick smoke was emanating from there. Ertai suddenly realized something was wrong. Physician Hu's refining of medicine was making such a commotion that it would be discovered sooner or later. If people found out that Physician Hu was concocting hallucinogenic drugs, then…

Ertai dared not think further. He hurried into the room and saw Physician Hu, dressed in rags and reeking of foul odor, refining medicine in front of the furnace. Beside him stood a young apprentice, about twenty years old, whose clothes were tattered and whose face was stained with black ash, a comical patchwork of white and black.

"Looks like those obsessive drug addicts on TV really do have that filthy look when they're concocting medicine,"

Ertai thought to himself. He quickly walked over to Physician Hu and patted him on the shoulder. Physician Hu was so engrossed in his work, his concentration was so high, that being patted on the back startled him.

"Who's there?"

Physician Hu slowly turned around, asking somewhat guiltily. The shock had broken out in a cold sweat.

"It's me, Physician Hu. What happened to you? You look so disheveled."

Ertai frowned and snorted, "Making such a commotion, are you trying to let the whole world know you're concocting evil medicine?"

"No, no, this medicine is almost ready, that's why there's so much smoke."

Seeing Ertai's displeased glare, Physician Hu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly explained.

"Oh, how much longer until it's ready?"

Ertai suppressed his displeasure and asked calmly.

"Less than a quarter of an hour, almost there,"

Physician Hu said.

"How much?"

Ertai asked again.

"About enough to fill a small bottle. After all, it's the first time refining it, and a lot of medicinal herbs were wasted, so—"

Physician Hu said truthfully, his eyes pleadingly fixed on Ertai, afraid that he might be displeased and scold him.

"Alright then, hurry up."

Ertai interrupted, nodding to Physician Hu, then looking at the apprentice medicine boy and saying, "Go out and keep watch. Notify me if anyone comes."

"Yes."

The apprentice medicine boy, without suspicion, nodded quickly and hurried towards the door. As he passed Ertai, Ertai suddenly drew a dagger and plunged it into the apprentice medicine boy's heart with a 'thud'.

Then, Ertai abruptly pulled out his dagger, wiped away the blood, and looked at the young apprentice, coldly snorting, "Sorry, who told you to know a secret you shouldn't have? I won't be at peace until you're dead."

With that, Ertai took out corpse-dissolving powder and sprinkled it on the apprentice's wound. With a bubbling sound, the apprentice's body turned to ashes. Physician Hu, who was refining medicine with his back turned, didn't see this.

Actually, killing was a last resort; after all, hallucinogenic drugs were one of the ten most forbidden drugs in the Qing Dynasty. If even a hint of it leaked, the person who secretly refined it would be torn apart by five horses. If Ertai hadn't framed Physician Hu and caught him red-handed, how could Physician Hu have refined this forbidden drug for Ertai?

Ertai personally went to the courtyard, surveying his surroundings. He waited anxiously for a long time, but still hadn't received news that Physician Hu had finished refining the medicine. He became increasingly impatient, pacing back and forth in the courtyard.

Suddenly, an excited shout came from inside the room: "The medicine is done! It's finished!"

Ertai strode into the room, walked up to the excitedly gesticulating Ertai, raised his hand and slapped him hard, scolding, "Damn it, what are you yelling about? Do you want everyone to know?"

The excited smile on Ertai's face froze instantly after the slap, and he trembled, looking at Ertai with fear. Ertai felt a pang of regret, blaming himself for being too harsh. After all, that's how drug fanatics are; whether they're concocting tonics or purported evil medicines, as long as it's difficult to refine, once they succeed, they can't suppress their excitement.

However, this kind of hallucinogenic drug couldn't be exposed. If word got out, not only would Ertai lose his head, but his family might also be implicated.

Therefore, Ertai had to be extremely careful.

"Second Young Master, this is what you wanted."

Physician Hu trembled as he handed Ertai a warm swan-neck bottle. The latter took it, about to uncork it and smell its contents, when Physician Hu quickly stopped him, saying, "Second Young Master, don't smell it. This medicine is very potent; smelling it will poison you."

"Oh?"

Ertai gave Physician Hu a complicated look, asking curiously, "Why won't you let me smell it? I've treated you so badly; if I went mad, wouldn't you be free?"

"Second Young Master, I am a physician. My duty is to save lives, not kill them, and I certainly won't watch a perfectly healthy person go mad in front of me,"

Physician Hu said solemnly.

Ertai couldn't help but look at this old man again, thinking that he wasn't so bad after all, that he understood medical ethics, unlike the doctors of later generations who only cared about money, prescribing expensive medicines indiscriminately, regardless of the patient's life or death.

However, Physician Hu's statement that even smelling it could cause poisoning caught Ertai's attention. He asked, "You mean, this medicine can kill people?"

"If used excessively, it can. However, small amounts each time will only cause hallucinations. After ten or so hours, the poison will dissipate automatically. But since the medicine has just been refined, its properties haven't been completely neutralized

. If you smell it now, it will indeed drive you mad." Physician Hu's expression grew increasingly serious.

"Hmm, Physician Hu, you've worked hard."

Ertai patted Physician Hu on the shoulder, giving him a reasonably friendly smile.

Seeing him smile, Physician Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ertai then put the medicine bottle in his pocket, took out four thousand taels of silver notes, and handed them to Physician Hu, saying, "This is just a small token. Last time I caused you to lose tens of thousands of taels, consider this my compensation. Follow me closely from now on, and I guarantee you'll make a fortune and have plenty of women."

"This…"

Physician Hu awkwardly rubbed his hands, not daring to accept the silver notes Ertai offered. Who knew what this wicked second young master of the Fu family meant, or if he was using this opportunity to test him?

Seeing that he had misunderstood him, Ertai forcefully stuffed the silver notes into Physician Hu's hand, saying, "Three thousand five hundred taels here are for you, and five hundred taels are for your deceased apprentice."

"Apprentice? He's dead?"

Hearing Ertai mention his apprentice, Physician Hu looked around and indeed, his apprentice was nowhere to be seen. The apprentice was Physician Hu's beloved disciple. He couldn't help but become anxious, grabbing Ertai's sleeve and asking, "Second Young Master, my apprentice—"

Ertai flung Physician Hu's sleeve away and said coldly, "I killed him, so I want you to give his family five hundred taels of silver as compensation."

"You killed him? Why?"

Physician Hu had forgotten his fear at this moment, looking at Ertai with excited eyes and asking.

"Because he found out our secret. Blame it on you for letting him be there when you were concocting medicine,"

Ertai said disdainfully.

"You're a devil! He's only twenty, so young! Besides, he won't reveal our secret—"

Physician Hu shouted frantically, his hands grabbing at Ertai's sleeves. It was clear that Physician Hu was ready to fight Ertai to the death for his beloved disciple.

"Slap!"

Ertai raised his hand and delivered a crisp slap to Physician Hu, sending him flying. He stepped on Physician Hu's neck and coldly sneered, "If you dare to yell again, I'll kill you too! Twenty years old? I'm only eighteen! He stumbled upon my secret, he deserves to die! I only believe the dead won't betray me!"

Terrified by Ertai's harsh threat, Physician Hu dared not say another word. Just then, a series of footsteps echoed in the courtyard.

Ertai was startled!

Hearing footsteps outside the door, Ertai's heart tightened. Peeking through the crack in the window, he saw seven or eight yellow-clad guards and two or three monks from the temple. The leader was Master Huilin, the junior brother of the temple's abbot, Master Huimo. It was said that Huilin's spiritual attainments were no less than Master Huimo's.

Although Xishan Temple wasn't a famous or ancient temple, its incense offerings were always very prosperous. Hearing gossip in the streets and alleys of Beijing, he knew that several of the old monks were so-called spiritual mediums, frequently invited by wealthy families to perform exorcisms. Master Huilin, in particular, was often invited by the imperial empresses to preach and listen to their teachings, or to exorcise the ghosts of those who had died unjustly in the palace.

Since the Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains, a large-scale exorcism summit was held every three years. At that time, 108 eminent monks were invited to set up incense halls and chant Buddhist scriptures to pray for the souls of Ming Dynasty people who had died in the Qing palace, seeking peace of mind so that these ghosts would cease their torment and the empresses could live in peace.

However, the dead are gone, and whether or not the soul truly exists is another matter. But the power struggles within the palace and the infighting among the concubines were constant occurrences. Every year, no fewer than a hundred concubines, palace maids, and eunuchs were unjustly killed. Some concubines, feeling guilty, claimed to often see a woman in white coming to claim their lives in the middle of the night, singing eerie ghost songs, her face ashen and

her features contorted. The concubines, filled with unease, frequently invited eminent monks to chant Buddhist scriptures to exorcise the spirits. This Zen Master Huilin, whom Ertai had summoned several times on behalf of Consort Ling, was quite knowledgeable about. He was a master of alchemy, his skills no less than those of the imperial physicians.

Upon seeing him, Ertai felt a pang of panic. Since this man was an expert in pharmacology, he could naturally discern the uses and properties of medicines from the smoke and smell produced during refining. Therefore, it would be impossible to deceive him, especially considering the considerable commotion Hu Taiyi had caused to concoct this hallucinogenic drug.

Hearing the footsteps growing closer, Ertai said to Hu Taiyi, "Master Huilin is coming. Quickly dispose of the remaining dregs; if he discovers them, we'll be in big trouble."

"Master Huilin?"

Upon hearing these four words, Hu Taiyi's vision blurred. As a fellow pharmacist, he had naturally heard of Master Huilin's renowned reputation. In his youth, Master Huilin had saved countless lives with a handful of herbs, making him a famous physician in the Qing Dynasty. However, for some unknown reason, he had entered a monastic life. Nevertheless, he had been exceptionally intelligent from a young age, rising from a lowly monk to the position of grandmaster at Xishan Temple in just twelve years.

"Second Young Master, it's too late!"

Physician Hu stammered, his face ashen. Terrified, he clutched at Ertai's sleeve, asking in horror, "What do we do? What do we do now? With Master Huiming's spiritual cultivation, he couldn't possibly not recognize this drug as a hallucinogen."

"Damn it, what's the panic?"

Ertai snapped coldly, then suddenly snapped back to reality, staring at Physician Hu and asking, "Smell? You mean smell?"

A strangely excited, wicked glint appeared in Ertai's eyes.

"Huh?"

Bewildered by Ertai's sudden outburst, Physician Hu looked at Ertai blankly.

"Don't panic. Is this Zen Master Huilin? So highly accomplished, huh? Hmph!"

Ertai snorted coldly, then stepped forward with a friendly smile, greeting the approaching Zen Master Huilin with a bow, "Greetings, Zen Master Huilin."

"Amitabha, this humble monk greets you."

A flicker of surprise crossed Zen Master Huilin's eyes upon seeing Ertai, quickly replaced by a sharp, intense gaze. After returning the greeting, Zen Master Huilin asked meaningfully, "May I ask what Master Fu is doing here?"

Sensing the sharpness in Zen Master Huilin's eyes, Ertai smiled calmly and said, "My stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, so I came to Physician Hu to have my pulse checked. Physician Hu has prescribed some medicine, which is currently being decocted. I wonder if Zen Master Huilin has also come seeking medicine?"

"Amitabha, this humble monk has been skilled in medicine since childhood, so I have no need to ask others for medicine,"

Huilin said with a straight face, appearing unfathomable. Then, he asked with a hint of sarcasm, "I wonder if Master Fu is asking for medicine to treat a physical ailment or a mental one?"

"Haha, Master, you are joking. I only have a stomachache, I am perfectly healthy, why would I need to treat a mental ailment?"

Ertai replied with a smile, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a fierce light as he gripped the goose-neck bottle tightly, his thumb pressing against the stopper.

At this moment, a yellow-clad guard interjected, "Master Fu, the Empress Dowager was just listening to Zen Master Huilin preach Buddhism when suddenly a strange smell came from the temple. Then she saw thick smoke billowing from Physician Hu's courtyard, as if it were on fire. The Empress Dowager then summoned me to inquire about it." "

You should ask Physician Hu about that. I just happened to be here, hehe,"

Ertai said, pointing at Physician Hu.

The guard approached Physician Hu, cupped his hands, and asked, "Physician Hu, what just happened?"

"N-nothing...nothing..."

Physician Hu stammered, unsure how to answer. He glanced at Ertai, who glared at him, causing him to quickly look away. Wiping away cold sweat, he stammered, "It was...uh...I was refining medicine...and then...it caught fire...and then...I put it out...I have to thank Second Master Fu...it was him...he helped me put out the fire."

"Oh, since that's the case, the fire is out now, so we can go back and report."

Seeing Physician Hu's flustered appearance, the guard, though somewhat puzzled, didn't ask any further questions. As a veteran royal guard, he knew what to ask and what not to ask. He was just a servant with no prior grudge against Physician Hu; he only needed to report back to the Empress Dowager based on Physician Hu's explanation.

After speaking, he waved to his subordinates and turned to leave. At this moment, Zen Master Huilin said, "Wait a moment, everyone. This humble monk has something to say."

Hearing Huilin stop everyone, Ertai and Physician Hu's hearts tightened. Zen Master Huilin continued, "Please wait a moment. This old monk thinks it's necessary to clarify this matter before making a decision."

"Zen Master Huilin, this matter is already clear. Physician Hu's improper preparation of medicine caused the fire. Now that it's extinguished, we can go back and report,"

the first guard said impatiently.

"Please be patient, benefactor. This humble monk won't take too long. However, some things, if not clarified, will leave no one at ease,"

Huilin said with a smile, then turned his gaze to Ertai and Physician Hu.

Physician Hu trembled involuntarily under his gaze, instinctively trying to slip away, but Ertai grabbed him, preventing him from collapsing. Ertai asked, "What insightful opinion does Zen Master Huilin have?"

A fleeting glint of ferocity flashed in Ertai's eyes as he spoke.

Zen Master Huilin caught this glint, but he didn't care much. He was a master of martial arts and medicine; he wouldn't take a junior like Ertai seriously, especially with so many witnesses present. He didn't believe Ertai would dare to lay a hand on him, which was why he had the guards stay to testify.

However, he seemed to have underestimated Ertai. The Ertai who had transmigrated was no longer a benevolent man.

Zen Master Huilin shifted his gaze from Ertai's face and stared at Physician Hu, asking, "May I ask, Physician Hu, what kind of medicine are you preparing?"

"It's...it's just ordinary...medicine for stomach aches,"

Physician Hu stammered.

"Oh? Ordinary medicine? This humble monk has long heard of Physician Hu's remarkable achievements in pharmacology. Could you show me your prescriptions so I can learn from you?"

Zen Master Huilin's smile grew increasingly meaningful.

"This..."

Large beads of sweat appeared on Physician Hu's forehead.

"Hehe, since Physician Hu agrees, then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll take this opportunity to learn from Physician Hu's medical skills."

Huilin took Physician Hu's agreement as tacit consent, politely bowed, then walked past Physician Hu towards the medicine furnace.

As Ertai passed by Physician Hu, Physician Hu was about to stop him, but Ertai gripped his arm tightly, shook his head slightly to indicate that he didn't need to stop him. Then Ertai released Physician Hu and swiftly blocked Zen Master Huilin's path.

Standing in front of Zen Master Huilin, Ertai whispered, "Zen Master Huilin? What is the meaning of this?"

"Nothing in particular, I just want to experience Physician Hu's medical skills,"

Huilin replied with a smile.

"Oh?"

Ertai raised an eyebrow, then smiled and said, "I have a long-standing friendship with Physician Hu. If you wish to exchange skills with him, Master, I can help arrange it. There's no need to rush." "

Hehe, Second Master Fu, you're too kind. As the saying goes, there's no time like the present. I'd like to experience Physician Hu's medical skills now,"

Huilin insisted.

"It's just a batch of ordinary medicine; what kind of medical skills can you glean from that?"

Ertai was equally persistent.

Unexpectedly, Huilin waved his hand and said, "Second Master Fu, you are mistaken. The extraordinary can only be found in the ordinary."

"Oh?"

Ertai's gaze turned completely cold, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Master, do you insist on seeing the medicine?"

"Yes."

Huilin spoke bluntly, "Second Master Fu, you are the second son of a Grand Secretary, and a favorite of the current Emperor. You mustn't jeopardize your future."

"Why do you say that, Master?"

Ertai asked patiently.

"Hehe."

Huilin smiled casually, then said, "Originally, I thought Second Master Fu was just here by chance, but now that you are stopping me, doesn't that mean you are involved in this matter?"

"Haha, Master is so clever! But I wonder if you have ever heard a saying?"

Ertai asked with a hidden dagger in his smile.

"What saying? This humble monk is dull-witted; I hope Second Master Fu will enlighten me?"

Huilin asked with a smile.

"To be kind to others is to be kind to oneself,"

Ertai reminded him.

"I wonder if Second Master Fu has heard of this saying?"

"Which saying?"

"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"So, according to Master, you intend to keep it under control?"

"Amitabha, our temple is an ancient temple with a history of thousands of years. As the grand-uncle, I would never allow such an evil thing to exist. I advise Second Master Fu to hand it over."

Huilin's smile gradually faded, and his expression became increasingly serious.

Ertai also put on a stern smile, staring at Zen Master Huilin, and asked calmly, "What if I don't use this thing in this temple?"

"That's still not allowed. It's forbidden by the laws of the Qing Dynasty."

Huilin's expression became even more serious, even stern. If it weren't for Ertai's status as the second young master of the Fu family, he would definitely have reprimanded him.

"Then... in that case, I'll hand it over to Master, but—"

Ertai changed the subject.

"But what?"

Huilin asked.

"But Master, you must keep it a secret for me."

A smile appeared on Ertai's lips.

“Of course, as long as you hand over the item, I can pretend nothing happened,”

Huilin said solemnly.

“In that case, I’ll give it to you.”

Ertai slowly presented the hand holding the hallucinogenic drug to Zen Master Huilin’s face. Suddenly, he whispered wickedly, “Master, I’m a very suspicious person. I only believe that the dead or the insane won’t betray me, do you understand?”

“What?”

Huilin had just reached out his right hand to take the item from Ertai when he heard Ertai’s words. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and looked at Ertai.

Suddenly, Ertai’s wicked smile deepened. With a swift flick of his thumb, he opened the stopper on the swan-neck bottle containing the hallucinogenic drug. Instantly, a wisp of fragrant gas rose from the bottle.

It all happened so suddenly. By the time Zen Master Huilin smelled the fragrance and realized something was wrong, it was too late. He didn't even have time to hold his breath; the air rushed into his nose. Immediately afterward, he felt a tingling sensation in his head, and then his mind went blank.

"You…"

Zen Master Huilin's expression changed drastically, as if he had been frozen in place. His raised arm froze in mid-air, and he pointed at Ertai with trembling fingers, managing only to utter a single word, "You," before falling silent.

"Zen Master Huilin, are you alright? What's wrong?"

Ertai feigned concern, stepping forward to support Zen Master Huilin. Then, taking advantage of the others' inattention, he once again placed the goose-neck bottle under Huilin's nose.

"Ah..."

The pungent aroma filled his nostrils, and the muscles in Huilin's face twitched violently. His face turned ashen, and he cried out in pain, then clutched his head with both hands, pounding his skull with all his might.

"Ahhh..."

Huilin's cries of pain grew more intense. Everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded as they watched the skin of Zen Master Huilin bulge and writhe on his cheeks like earthworms. After glaring angrily at Ertai and uttering "How cruel!", Zen Master Huilin collapsed to the ground with a thud, convulsing in agony, his muscles constricted, curling into a shrimp-like shape.

"Grandmaster Uncle!"

Seeing him fall in pain, the two monks who had come with him rushed over, squatted beside Master Huilin, shook his body, and cried out in anguish.

"You... what have you done to my Grandmaster Uncle? I... I'll fight you to the death!"

Looking at the unconscious Huilin lying on the ground, one of the monks stood up in grief and anger, grabbed Ertai's collar, and made as if to fight him to the death.

Ertai sneered disdainfully, turning his head away. Their conversation had been extremely low-key, and no one present had heard it. Furthermore, Zen Master Huilin was tall and had his back to everyone; all they saw was Ertai and Huilin exchanging a few seemingly intimate words before Huilin suddenly cried out in pain.

"Let go!"

Before Ertai could speak, the guard who had spoken first rushed forward, grabbing the monk's wrist and pulling hard. Although the guard was one of the Empress Dowager's men and had no real relationship with Ertai, they were still from the same school, and in front of outsiders, they had to appear united.

Seeing the monk about to fight Ertai without explanation, he rushed in to help, partly to curry favor with Ertai.

"Junior brother, let go! We can't make this decision. Let's inform the abbot,"

another, slightly older monk pleaded. His face was streaked with tears, and he glared angrily at Ertai, but his words were rational.

"Hmph, you killed someone, the abbot won't let you get away with this!"

The monk who had been grabbing Ertai's collar angrily released his grip, his words a cold threat.

Ertai slapped the monk back, cursing, "You damned bastard, I'm a dignified Imperial Guard, and the second son of a Grand Secretary, a man of noble status. How dare a lowly monk like you infringe upon my dignity?"

"You..."

The monk, slapped by Ertai, covered his burning cheek, glaring at him with hatred and indignation.

At this moment, the older monk pulled the younger monk aside, advising, "Go and inform the abbot."

"Hmph."

The younger monk snorted coldly, giving Ertai a 'we'll see how you die later' look, before being pulled away quickly by the older monk.

Before long, a large crowd gathered in the courtyard, and several guards escorted the Empress Dowager, the Empress, and others into their rooms.

Looking at Huilin lying unconscious on the ground, Zen Master Huimo's face showed a trace of pain. However, in the instant he turned his back and squatted down to check Huilin's pulse, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. Ertai, who was beside Huimo, caught that glint in Huilin's eyes.

"Could I have seen wrong? Could it be..."

Ertai had a big question mark in his mind, but then he felt relieved. This temple, like the royal family, was outwardly harmonious but inwardly full of infighting. In recent years, Zen Master Huilin had indeed been rising in prominence, favored by high-ranking officials and nobles, and even his prestige within the temple surpassed that of Abbot Huimo.

Although Xishan Temple could not compare to Shaolin Temple in fame, it was a designated temple for royal worship, much like a state guesthouse in later times. It was a designated and fixed-location reception, and the expenses, costs, and profits involved were enormous. This is why the decoration of Xishan Temple was even more magnificent than that of Shaolin Temple.

Huimo, having served as abbot for decades, was now being overshadowed by a younger generation, even threatening his position, in his old age. This was something he would never allow.

Therefore, Huimo constantly sought to eliminate this thorn in his side. However, Huilin was a guest of honor of the royal consorts; if he eliminated him, he would likely face consequences, while if Huilin died at someone else's hands, then no one else could be blamed.

It seemed that Huilin had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and if possible, he might even cooperate with the person who made the move to gain more benefits.

After checking his pulse, Abbot Huimo said with a sorrowful expression, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Huilin has suffered a mental breakdown due to excessive anger, alas."

"What? A mental breakdown? What does that mean?"

The Empress Dowager, not being a martial artist and residing in the imperial court, was naturally unaware of the negative consequences of martial arts, and asked curiously.

“Your Majesty, generally speaking, qi deviation occurs when someone practices some kind of heretical martial art, and then, in a moment of greed and recklessness, their meridians become disordered, poisonous fire invades, and their mind becomes clouded,”

Ertai stepped forward and explained upon hearing the Empress Dowager’s question.

“Oh?”

The Empress Dowager’s face showed a surprised expression.

Ertai quickly said, “Your Majesty, you should leave first. This qi deviation is very serious. If it’s severe, they can become like a madman, killing people indiscriminately.”

'Hiss!' Upon hearing Ertai’s words, the Empress Dowager gasped sharply and subconsciously took a step back. Several guards blocked the Empress Dowager’s path, staring intently at the Huilin Zen Master lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, their faces full of vigilance.

"You...you're talking nonsense! My grandmaster never practiced any heretical martial arts. How could he have gone mad? You framed him! Everyone present saw it. You killed my grandmaster!"

The monk who had grabbed Ertai's collar earlier was agitated, pointing at Ertai and cursing.

"Oh? Ertai, what's going on?"

Upon hearing the monk's cursing, the Empress Dowager immediately turned her gaze to Ertai, puzzled. Ertai used to be so well-behaved; how come he seemed like a completely different person lately, like a hornet's nest, always causing trouble?

"Your Majesty, there are many people present. We can't just listen to this little monk's side of the story,"

Ertai replied nonchalantly.

The Empress Dowager nodded and asked the guard behind her, "Lin Hai, what did you tell me back then?"

Lin Hai was the head guard who had come to Ertai's aid when the little monk was yelling at him.

He clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Your Majesty, I and several guards were present at the time. We saw Zen Master Huilin suddenly howl for no apparent reason, and then he lay on the ground unconscious."

"You...you're talking nonsense! You officials are protecting each other! It was clearly him! I don't know what he said to my grand-uncle, but after that, my grand-uncle was like this!"

The young monk, his face flushed with anxiety, pointed at Ertai and said excitedly.

"Shut up!"

Zen Master Huimo, who always presented a kind image, shouted, "Who gave you the right to speak here? Get out!"

"But, I..."

The young monk tried to argue, but then Huimo gestured with a smirk to a tall monk beside him. The monk nodded knowingly, grabbed the young monk, and threw him away.

Afterwards, Abbot Huimo clasped his hands together before the Buddha and said, "Your Majesty, this matter occurred in our temple, and we have an inescapable responsibility to investigate thoroughly. Please return home first; do not let this matter disturb your peaceful practice of praying for the well-being of all people."

"The Abbot is right. You must investigate this matter strictly. If Huilin has truly gone mad from practicing a heretical cult, then he must not be allowed to live."

The Buddha's tone became more serious. The Qing Dynasty had always been extremely strict in investigating and punishing cults; once discovered, it was a calamity that would involve the extermination of nine generations of one's family.

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

Abbot Huimo replied.

"Also, if the temple is short-handed, I will send more people to keep a close watch on Huilin. You have someone thoroughly investigate him to find out which sect he belongs to and who his accomplices are. Once you find out, report back to me immediately."

The Old Buddha instructed again, as it involved a cult, and the Old Buddha had to treat it with utmost care.

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

Zen Master Huilin replied solemnly.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, the Empress pulled another stunt. She gave Ertai a sinister look, then said to the Empress Dowager, "Your Majesty, I just heard from that young monk that Ertai was also present. Do you think we should also investigate Ertai? We can't let his status prevent us from interrogating him. If word gets out, people will say we're being unfair."

The Empress Dowager thought for a moment and asked the Empress, "What do you think?"

"Your Majesty," the Empress replied, "I've also discussed Buddhism with Zen Master Huilin. He's quite knowledgeable about Buddhism and has even reported many cults and heresies to the Emperor. If someone like that were practicing a cult himself, why would he report it to the Emperor?"

The Empress said meaningfully.

"Hmm, Your Majesty's words make sense. From what I know of Huilin, he doesn't seem like someone who practices cults or evil arts. But if he didn't practice evil arts, how could he have gone mad?"

The Empress Dowager posed another question.

"Your Majesty,"

Rong Mama stepped forward, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "What Master Fu said is somewhat one-sided. Before entering the palace, I also heard people say that practicing martial arts doesn't necessarily require practicing heretical or evil methods to avoid going into qi deviation. Even when practicing orthodox methods, if one is too hasty, one can still suffer qi deviation

due to excessive internal heat." Hearing Rong Mama's explanation, the Empress nodded, then asked in confusion, "I don't care what kind of martial arts he practiced that caused him to go into qi deviation, but improper practice is his own business. It doesn't seem to concern Ertai, does it?"

"That's right, Your Majesty," the Empress said hastily, "think about it. We haven't even investigated whether Zen Master Huilin went into qi deviation due to improper practice. What if he was framed?"

She seemed determined to shift the blame onto Ertai.

"Framed? Who wants to frame Zen Master Huilin? Ertai? Or Physician Hu?"

The Empress Dowager shook her head and waved her hand, saying, "Forget it, I'm tired too. Let the Abbot handle this matter himself. Anyway, Ertai can't escape. If he's really involved, investigate him as you see fit."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Seeing the Empress Dowager's resolute tone, the Empress and Rong Mama exchanged a glance, neither daring to say anything more. If they said too much, it would only make the Empress Dowager think they were framing Ertai.

The Empress Dowager turned and left, and the Empress coldly glanced at Ertai. To her surprise, Ertai was also looking at her, and a wicked smile had appeared on his lips again. This was the second time the Empress had seen Ertai's wicked smile. The last time was in the back mountain, when he used the Twelfth Prince as a scapegoat, making her suffer a great humiliation. And this time, that wicked smile had reappeared on his face.

The Empress was truly puzzled. How dare Ertai, a mere subject, smile wickedly at the Empress Dowager? Did he have a death wish?

Chapter 46 A Twist of Fate (Part 1)

After the old Buddha and the others left, Zen Master Huimo ordered his monks to carry Zen Master Huilin out and lock him in the solitary confinement room under strict guard. Then he waved to signal his men to leave.

Seeing his subordinate leave and close the door, Zen Master Huimo walked to Ertai's side, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and said, "Amitabha, Second Master Fu, you heard the Empress Dowager's instructions just now. This matter is entirely entrusted to this old monk. Second Master Fu and Physician Hu were both present just now. Can you tell this old monk what happened?"

"Yes."

Ertai nodded with a smile, and then followed Zen Master Huimo to the living room of Physician Hu's residence. The three of them sat down as host and guest, and Ertai continued, "This is what happened. Today I had a bit of an upset stomach, so I wanted Physician Hu to examine me. After taking my pulse, he said it was just an upset stomach, and one dose of medicine would be enough. Then Physician Hu personally brewed the medicine for me. Somehow, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that the pharmacy was on fire, and then..."

Ertai then made up a story for Zen Master Huimo, who nodded from time to time and frowned from time to time, putting on a businesslike demeanor. After listening to Ertai's explanation, Huimo turned to Physician Hu and asked, "Physician Hu, is that what happened?"

"Yes, that's right."

Physician Hu nodded hastily. He had now experienced Ertai's methods firsthand. First, Ertai killed his medicine boy, then he left Zen Master Huilin half-dead. If he dared to utter a single word of dissent now, he would probably be next to die.

"Alas, I never expected this. How could my junior brother, a perfectly healthy person, suddenly go mad?"

After listening to Physician Hu, Zen Master Huimo pretended to be sad and sighed repeatedly.

"Yes, Zen Master Huilin was quite a rare talent in the Buddhist world. Who would have thought he... alas, would wither away so early?"

Ertai also sighed in agreement, appearing genuinely sad.

Physician Hu chimed in, sighing, "Who says otherwise? I've long heard of Master Huilin's extraordinary medical skills, his countless acts of saving lives. What a pity..."

"Alas!"

In the end, the three, each with their own hidden agendas, sighed together.

Returning from Physician Hu's place, Ertai went back to his bedroom, closing the doors and windows tightly to ensure no one would disturb him. He then hid the bottle of concocted hallucinogenic drug in a secluded spot.

"Hmph, Empress, always picking on me. Tonight, I'll teach you a lesson,"

Ertai thought viciously, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

He then sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands forming a peculiar mudra, and began to regulate his internal energy.

As Ertai channeled his energy, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body, a gentle current circulating and swirling within him.

After regulating his internal energy for a while, he took out the Supreme Harmony Sutra, opened it, and flipped to the scene that appeared in his mind when he was in bed with Consort Yu that day. To his surprise, several lines of tiny characters appeared below that scene, something he had never seen before.

Ertai spread the Supreme Harmony Sutra out and placed it flat on his lap, carefully examining the lines of small characters. He saw that it contained an introduction to the book and its cultivation system.

Through these lines of text, Ertai learned that the book was written by a man named Qiu Lang, and that it was a long-lost, most evil book in the martial arts world, and the martial arts practiced in it were also heretical martial arts that were not tolerated by the martial arts community.

This book explains that to cultivate this evil art, the practitioner must first possess strong spiritual power; that is, the soul must be cultivated to a powerful state. If one's spiritual power is weak and one forcibly attempts to cultivate this art, the energy will overwhelm the body, leading to death.

The cultivation system in this book is divided into three parts: spiritual power, martial arts techniques, and 'wolf energy'.

Wolf energy is a type of internal energy distinct from the true energy of ordinary martial arts practitioners. True energy primarily originates from the natural beauty of mountains and rivers, belonging to the category of 'spiritual energy'. Wolf energy, however, belongs to the category of purely derived energy, only generated through the dual friction of body and mind during sexual intercourse.

Wolf energy is divided into four types according to its quality, from highest to lowest: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Yellow-grade wolf energy is relatively easy to obtain; it only requires the practitioner to have sexual relations with a woman. Profound-grade wolf energy requires a deeper level of attainment; it can only be obtained by strictly following the methods described in the book during sexual intercourse.

As for the Earth-rank Wolf Qi, it requires not only following the movements in the book but also that the woman be a virgin. Even if she is not a virgin, she must be a widow who has been widowed for many years or a woman with abundant essence and blood who has not had sexual intercourse for many years to be able to obtain it.

Finally, there is the Heaven-rank Wolf Qi, which is extremely demanding. It requires that the woman with whom the cultivator has sexual intercourse must be wholeheartedly and deeply in love with the cultivator. Not only must she be completely loyal to the cultivator in body, but she must also be free from any impure thoughts in mind. Ideally, she should be a woman who knows martial arts or possesses extraordinary energy. Only when the right time, place, and people are all in place, and a perfect union of spirit and flesh is achieved, can the Heaven-rank Wolf Qi be obtained.

As for the differences and uses of wolf aura of different qualities, the book hasn't mentioned them yet, so Ertai continued reading the following introduction. The book also mentioned some martial arts cultivation levels in the martial arts world, generally divided into nine levels from low to high: Acquired, Innate, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Martial Emperor, Martial God, Martial Spirit, Five Elements, and Martial Saint.

Each level is further subdivided into three stages: early, middle, and late. Ertai's current strength should be at the early stage of Great Grandmaster.

Originally, Ertai thought he was a martial arts master, but after reading the martial arts system, he realized that he seemed really insignificant, at most just a minor martial arts expert, far from a true martial arts master.

Fortunately, he was only eighteen years old, with plenty of time to improve his strength. Moreover, he was naturally gifted from a young age, and with the Supreme Joyful Union Scripture, a peerless martial art, Ertai believed that it wouldn't be long before he could dominate the martial arts world. ...

Ertai sat cross-legged, following the cultivation method for wolf energy described in the book. His fingers formed various peculiar hand seals, rapidly changing them as he used the limited amount of wolf energy within him to raise his spiritual power level.

Spiritual power levels were divided into nine grades, from one to nine. Upon reaching the fifth grade, the cultivator could control the souls of weaker individuals. However, if encountering someone stronger, he could only control them by surprise; otherwise, forcibly controlling them would result in a backlash from his own spiritual power fluctuations, potentially leading to brain damage and death.

At this moment, the wisp of wolf energy in Ertai's mind was still black, but different from the first time he saw it. Scattered purple specks of light shimmered within the black. Ertai knew these purple specks were drawn from Consort Yu's body. Ertai attempted to circulate this wolf energy along his spiritual sea, completing thirty-six cycles before the wolf energy entered his consciousness on its own.

After the energy flow entered his consciousness, Ertai didn't notice anything unusual about his body, nor did he feel any improvement in his spiritual power. The book also reminded cultivators that spiritual power cultivation could only proceed gradually, not hastily. Therefore, he stopped cultivating and regulated his breathing. ...

That evening, Ninth Princess went to play with Twelfth Prince, freeing Qiulan. She sat alone at the table, bored, her hands supporting her chin, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight.

She was thinking about Ertai. Even she found it strange; originally, she and Ertai belonged to opposing camps—she was from the Empress's faction, and Ertai from Consort Ling's. Their relationship, while not exactly hostile, was at least one of enmity. Especially since they had misunderstandings over the Caixia incident and the chicken-eating incident, leading Ertai to use underhanded tactics against her, taking advantage of the body she had guarded for over twenty years.

Logically, Qiulan should have hated Ertai, but after Ertai took her body, she inexplicably fell in love with him. So much so that when Ertai didn't visit her for ten days, she was distraught.

She thought, "Did Ertai only take me out of revenge, and then discard me like trash?"

Thinking this, she suddenly burst into tears. Qiulan was a beautiful woman, used to being domineering, but now, sitting quietly by the candlelight, a woman yearning for her lover, her sorrowful sobs possessed a truly pitiful charm.

"Waaah..."

Qiulan sobbed softly.

"Baby, why are you crying?"

Laughter suddenly came from behind her.

"Who?"

Qiu Lan was startled and turned around abruptly. Seeing Ertai's handsome face, she immediately threw herself into his arms, sobbing and pounding his chest, complaining, "You jerk! It's been so long! Why haven't you come to see me? Why? Have you forgotten me? You're so mean!"

Ertai caught the small hand that was hitting him, then clasped both hands together, caressing them sensually. Feeling Ertai's warmth and masculine scent, Qiu Lan's cheeks flushed crimson.

Two lines of clear tears streamed down her fair face, now flushed like a rainbow after the rain. Ertai couldn't help but pull her into his embrace, asking tenderly, "Baby, did you miss me?"

"Mmm,"

Qiu Lan whispered shyly against Ertai's chest, her breath tickling him.

"Baby, what did you miss about me?"

Ertai lowered his head, kissed Qiulan's forehead, and asked.

"You're so naughty! What else could I miss about you? I just missed you! Oh, you're so mean, trying to trick me! I didn't miss you at all, I was—"

Qiulan explained, her pretty face flushed.

Ertai interrupted her, putting one arm around her shoulder and the other on her waist. Then, with a burst of strength, he pulled Qiulan into his arms. Ertai laughed and said, "You said you didn't miss me? If you didn't miss me, why were you crying just now?"

"I, I didn't..."

Suddenly embraced by Ertai, Qiulan hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't dare look into Ertai's eyes, afraid that he would see through her feelings. She buried her head in Ertai's arms, breathing softly.

Ertai carried her to the bed, gently laid her down, and made her lie on her back. Although Qiulan had been with Ertai several times, she was still a little shy, bending her legs and turning slightly to the side.

She wore a pink silk dress, long and flowing, made of a smooth fabric. On her feet were pale pink embroidered shoes, which accentuated her exquisitely small, bound feet, making them even more alluring.

Ertai couldn't resist lifting Qiulan's trousers, taking her small foot in his grasp, and removing her shoes and socks. His large hands caressed her smooth, warm jade-like foot—the sole, the instep, the toes, the ankle—each part carefully admired and stroked.

Slowly, Ertai's hand moved up from Qiulan's ankle to her smooth, soft calves, their fleshy texture captivating him. Gradually, his hand touched Qiulan's thighs, his fingertips gliding along the inner thigh to the mysterious, secluded place.

There, it was already damp, like fragrant flowers in the early morning, nourished by the dew, waiting for a flower admirer to pick them.

Chapter 47 A Twist of Fate (Part Two)

"Mmm..."

"Second Young Master, be gentle..."

Qiu Lan was struggling after Er Tai's heavy digging, her delicate body trembled, and her breathing became uneven.

Feeling the wetness there, Er Tai smiled and said, "Baby, why are you so aroused today?"

"It's all your fault. Every time you take me, you still tease me. If you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore."

Qiu Lan said intermittently, her face flushed.

"Ignore me? Are you really willing to do that? If you really ignore me, I'm leaving."

Ertai let go of her hand, stood up, and made as if to leave. Qiulan panicked, quickly half-stood up, grabbed Ertai's hand, and said in a coquettish voice, "Oh, I was just joking with you. Are you really going to leave? Don't you care

about me anymore?" As she spoke, Qiulan seductively unbuttoned two buttons of her top, revealing a large section of smooth skin and a purple peony bodice. Because of her large breasts, the bodice bulged, as if it was about to burst out.

"Come on, I want you."

Qiulan stuck out her tempting red tongue, revealing her lips, raised one beautiful leg, and swayed it back and forth. A soft little hand gently caressed it, and slowly, little by little, she lifted the hem of her trousers, exposing her fair and flawless leg to Ertai's eyes.

"Want it? What do you want, baby?"

Ertai turned around, grabbed Qiulan's jade-like leg, and slowly admired it, looking at Qiulan with a silver smile.

"Ugh, you know that, why do you have to ask when you already know?"

Qiulan said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"But I want to hear my baby say it herself."

Ertai took the opportunity to pull down one leg of Qiulan's trousers, completely revealing her smooth and rounded beautiful leg. The other trouser leg was still on the other leg, and most of her purple panties were half-hidden in front of Ertai. He saw the area covering Qiulan's genitals, which was a little damp and clung tightly to her lower abdomen.

Because the panties were made of thin material, he could vaguely see the lonely pubic hair inside, a small, desolate patch. Seeing such lust, how could Ertai resist? Without waiting for Qiulan's answer, he jumped onto the bed and impatiently kissed Qiulan's lips.

"Gently, you rascal..." Ertai kissed her urgently, biting Qiulan's lips slightly. She frowned slightly, half-coquettishly and half-poutingly.

"I want you..."

Ertai said passionately, his large hands quickly roaming over Qiulan's body, soon freeing her from her restraints and releasing her beautiful breasts, which shyly awaited Ertai's favor.

Ertai sat on the bed, embracing Qiulan's voluptuous body from behind, his hands grasping her full, round breasts.

"Mmm..."

Qiulan leaned softly against Ertai, letting his hands slip inside her bodice, squeezing her firm, full breasts. Qiulan's body trembled involuntarily as Ertai kneaded her full breasts. Ertai then placed his hands between Qiulan's legs, rubbing her sensitive, juicy vulva through her skirt. Qiulan's fair and slender legs trembled slightly on the ground. She turned around and wrapped her arms around Ertai's neck, and their lips met again.

Ertai untied Qiulan's sash, pulled down her skirt, and then her light red panties. He turned them over to show Qiulan the part that covered her tender vulva. Qiulan blushed. Ertai had already aroused her, and her vagina secreted a lot of lustful fluid, some of which flowed onto her panties, leaving a wet stain.

Ertai's hand touched Qiulan's soft, wet vulva, his fingers stroking between her delicate slits. Qiulan's body was already limp, her hands weakly pushing Ertai's hand away. "Stop touching me, I can't take it anymore..."

"Come on, let's do it while wearing a bodice, it'll feel even better." Ertai pulled Qiulan's hand to his lower body. "Look, my big cock is so hard."

Qiulan's hand stroked Ertai's thick, hard cock, her eyes almost overflowing with lust, her rosy lips luscious. She pulled Ertai's hand and pressed it against her full breasts. Ertai then pressed Qiulan face down on the bed, forcefully spreading her snow-white buttocks apart. Between her thick labia, her pink vulva was leaking some clear, lustful fluid. Ertai untied his pants with one hand, while the other hand stroked Qiulan's wet, rosy vulva.

Ertai's penis was already as hard as an iron rod. Ertai held Qiulan's slender waist with both hands, his glans pressing against the middle of Qiulan's wet vulva. With

a thrust, "squelch..." Qiulan trembled all over and

cried out, "Ah..." Her upper body went limp and she lay on the bed, swaying on the table with Ertai's powerful thrusts, panting heavily.

"Ah... fuck... fuck me to death... I... you... dear brother... fuck me harder... yes... deeper... deeper... ah... no... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to fly... I'm going to die... you're fucking me so beautifully... dear brother... you're so good at fucking... you're fucking my cunt so beautifully... ah... I'm going to... come... harder... faster..." The

intense stimulation between thrusts made Qiulan moan and cry out incessantly, her brows furrowed, her mouth half-open, and her round buttocks twisting incessantly.

Ertai's penis pounded fiercely, and his hands didn't spare Qiulan's large breasts, grabbing, pulling, and kneading them forcefully. After hundreds of thrusts, Ertai took off Qiulan's pink shoes with butterfly embroidery and threw them off the bed. Qiulan knelt barefoot on the bed, her insteps straight and her toes pointing forcefully towards the soles of her feet.

"Can't take it anymore, baby? I'll fuck you to death..."

Ertai's penis quickly pounded into Qiulan's wet cunt, as if he wanted to pierce through it. Their flesh collided with each other, making a loud slapping sound, and the wet sound came from where they were joined. With each thrust, several streams of lustful fluid flowed down Qiulan's fair thighs and onto her fair toes painted with black nail polish.

After a few hundred more thrusts, Ertai suddenly stood up, laid Qiulan horizontally on the bed, spread her snow-white legs apart, and shoved his purplish-black penis back into her vagina. Ertai grabbed Qiulan's big white buttocks and began to thrust violently. Qiulan was quickly close to orgasm; her waist was already in an arc, and her moans had turned into panting and short cries...

"Ah...ah...oh...ah, so good...fuck me..."

Qiulan was still lying limply on the bed, her tender vagina was a mess from being fucked, her white buttocks were covered in wet stains, her bodice was pushed up on her big breasts, her white breasts and pink nipples were faintly visible, her long hair that had been tied up was now loose, her eyes were glazed, her face was flushed, adding to her lewd aura, and she kept uttering lewd words...

“Ah… Ertai… good brother… good man… good husband… harder… fuck your good sister harder… ah… I’m going to die… hurry… please, good man… fuck me harder… ah ah ah…”

Seeing Qiulan so wanton, Ertai fucked her even harder. Qiulan was so weak from his fucking that her limbs were limp and her hands and feet were weak. Qiulan’s vaginal muscles kept contracting, which made Ertai feel extremely happy. He ravaged Qiulan like a storm, and every time he hit her G-spot. The rougher Ertai was, the tighter Qiulan’s tender vagina gripped…

“Good brother… fuck me faster… ah… fuck me faster… I’m going to die… you’re going to… fuck me to death… ah… God… I’m going to finish… ah… hurry… dear husband… good husband… fuck me to death… fuck me to death with all your might…”

Qiulan reached under her and haphazardly stroked Ertai's scrotum, her whole body trembling. Then, she experienced a violent orgasm, her vagina contracting repeatedly.

After a powerful climax, Ertai let Qiulan rest for a while, then took out his penis, picked her up, and lifted her off the bed, setting her down so she could hold onto the edge of the bed.

Qiulan, her hair piled up, lay on the edge of the bed, her plump, white, and tender buttocks raised. Ertai stood on the floor, supporting her slender waist, and inserted his large penis into Qiulan's tender vagina from behind, then began to thrust vigorously.

Qiulan's large white buttocks slapped loudly, her large white breasts swaying back and forth.

"Baby... does this big cock feel good... is it good..."

Ertai's large penis pounded into Qiulan's pink and tender cunt, following her overflowing lustful fluids, teasing her with words and increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"Ah...you're so naughty...I...okay...I'm telling you...your...big cock...is so thick...filling my...cunt...so good...don't stop...I want you...to fuck...my cunt...it's so itchy..."

Qiu Lan's moans made Ertai fuck her even more frantically. Sometimes he would thrust into her cunt with a pumping motion, and sometimes he would sway his hips to make his cock rotate inside her cunt. Qiu Lan would also twist her hips to match his cock, and while twisting her hips, she would shout loudly.

"Ah...so good...ah...ah...dear husband...ah...oh...ah...it's so sore...you're fucking me so sore..."

The lustful water in Qiu Lan's vagina gushed out continuously, pulled out by Ertai's cock, flowing outside her tender cunt, dripping onto the sheets, and the lustful water flowed down her inner thighs into the back of her knees as she knelt.

"Brother... yours is so big... so big... it feels so good... so good... ah... ah... ah... oh... so good... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore..."

Ertai lay on Qiulan's smooth back, his big cock thrusting hard, while his left hand pinched, rubbed and kneaded her big breasts, and his other hand held Qiulan's jade feet and smelled them. Ertai used his fingers to pinch and squeeze her already swollen nipples like milking, and Qiulan's lustful fluids flowed out endlessly.

“Ah… insert… like this… fucking me from behind… will make me feel you… are really… so big… so big… oh… I really… love your… big… treasure so much… ah… ah… harder… fuck me harder… ah… um…”

Ertai climbed off Qiulan, grabbed her big white buttocks and thrust hard. Qiulan lay on the bed, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, her mouth emitting beautiful moans that made people feel like they were in heaven. Suddenly Ertai pulled his big cock out of her wet pussy, made Qiulan lie on the bed with her white and tender legs spread wide apart, exposing her red and tender pussy, and then his big cock went straight to the heart of her, inserted into the depths of her vagina, and ground hard a few times. Qiulan’s juices kept gushing out, and she cried out even more.

“Ah… so beautiful…”

Ertai’s big glans pressed against the depths of Qiulan’s wet pussy, Qiulan’s whole body trembled, her vagina tightened, and a stream of hot juices gushed out. Qiulan clung tightly to him, her legs wrapped around his strong waist, twisting her slender

waist and plump buttocks. "Baby...fuck me harder...my pussy is so itchy...faster...thrust harder...big meat stick brother..."

Ertai was held tightly by Qiulan, his chest pressing against her plump, soft breasts, his large penis inserted into her wet pussy, thrusting and pounding, faster and faster, sometimes touching her pussy, grinding several times after each thrust before withdrawing.

Qiulan raised her two jade legs, hooking them around Ertai's waist and back, making her tight and alluring little pussy even more prominent to meet his large penis, her two jade arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her delicate body twisting and turning incessantly.

"Oh...I'm so happy...your big cock is touching...my...cunt...heart...again..." "Baby...my good husband...your big darling...is making me...go to heaven...good boy...faster...faster...I'm going to...come...come..."

Qiu Lan was intoxicated by Ertai's big cock, her face flushed. She was in ecstasy, her cunt overflowing with lustful fluids, her wet cunt trembling wildly, feeling so comfortable that her soul was floating, her spirit was in a daze. She hugged him tighter, her plump buttocks swaying wildly, arching high, matching Ertai's thrusts.

Her wanton moans stimulated Ertai to go wild, like a wild horse galloping. He hugged Qiu Lan tightly, using all his strength, thrusting and pounding hard. His big glans hit Qiu Lan's wet cunt like raindrops, the "plop, plop" sounds were endless, extremely pleasant to hear.

Her tender cunt, with the big cock inside, the red cunt flesh stretched outwards with each thrust. She rolled over, and waves of lustful fluids overflowed, flowing down her plump, white buttocks and soaking a large patch of the bed. Ertai's powerful thrusts had brought Qiulan to the brink of ecstasy, causing her to tremble and pant heavily.

Ertai held Qiulan's beautiful feet, licking them with a fervent passion. He gently licked her delicate, black-painted toes with the tip of his tongue, releasing a faint fragrance. He started with the soles of her feet, then moved to the soft spaces between her toes, finally sucking on each long, white toe. Her

jade-like toes were covered in Ertai's saliva, which he would occasionally suck on deeply, biting them lightly with his teeth. Qiulan felt a jolt of electricity, a numbness spreading from her feet to her head. She couldn't help but writhe, "My dear husband... my... darling... I can't take it... I... it's so beautiful... I'm coming..."

After saying this, Qiulan suddenly squeezed her hands and legs even tighter, her tender vulva rising high.

"Ah... Brother... You're killing me..."

Qiu Lan convulsed and ejaculated profusely, her whole body paralyzed. Ertai was still thrusting vigorously, Qiu Lan moaning wildly, "Ah... So deep... Mmm... Harder... Dear husband... Sister... I love you so much... Ah... Ah... Sister... I'm going to cum... Ah... So comfortable... So pleasurable... Harder... Yes... Harder... Sister... I'm going to cum... Ah... So beautiful... Mmm... Oh... Mmm..."

Qiu Lan's moans grew weaker and weaker, Ertai thought she had already climaxed, and continued to thrust wildly, he could feel Qiu Lan's vaginal opening clenching and sucking his large glans, a stream of foamy lustful fluid flowing from Qiu Lan's vaginal opening. The semen flowed out, soaking the sheets. Qiu Lan, her white legs, painted with black nail polish, arched tightly in pleasure.

Er Tai also reached the peak of ejaculation, thrusting desperately. His penis pumped in and out of Qiu Lan's wet vagina, grinding against her. Er Tai cried out, "Qiu Lan, I'm about to ejaculate... quick..."

He forcefully lifted Qiu Lan's snow-white buttocks off the bed, thrusting his lower body forward twice, pushing his large glans deep into the heart of Qiu Lan's vagina. The intensely released, scalding semen gushed into Qiu Lan's flower.

The storm subsided, and Er Tai lay exhausted on top of Qiu Lan, panting heavily. Qiu Lan stroked his back, gently breathing into his ear like she was soothing a child.

"Husband, why were you so vigorous today?"

After becoming Er Tai's woman, Qiu Lan readily accepted Er Tai as her husband.

"When am I not vigorous?" "

Ertai countered.

"But I think you were particularly fierce today."

Qiulan blushed and whispered.

"Haha, isn't it because you're too beautiful, my wife? I got aroused, so, hehe..." Ertai coaxed Qiulan into believing he was a modern person who had transmigrated, and he could come up with hundreds of ways to coax girls even with his eyes closed.

However, of all these methods, the one that worked best every time was praising a girl's beauty. No matter what kind of woman she was, as long as she was a woman, even if she outwardly reacted with disdain, inside she was secretly delighted.

Sure enough, after Ertai's barrage of sweet words, Qiulan's face lit up with excitement. Especially for a woman in love, receiving a compliment from her lover was a hundred times sweeter than eating honey.

Moreover, Ertai had come today with an important matter he needed Qiulan's help with, and praising her with sweet words was the perfect prelude.

"No way! I'm not as pretty as you say. Our palace is full of beauties, many concubines, princesses, and palace maids are prettier than me,"

Qiulan said shyly.

"No, that's not it."

Ertai took Qiulan's hand, kissed the back of her jade-like hand, squinted his eyes, took a breath, and said in a daze, "So beautiful, our Qiulan's hands are so fragrant. If others smelled this, wouldn't they be intoxicated?"

"Hehe, husband, how come I never noticed before that you have such a sweet tongue, so good at coaxing people?"

"Who told you to always be thinking about getting revenge on me? Of course you wouldn't notice how good I am."

"No way, it was you who stood up for Caixia and beat her up—and then she—but you, you actually played dirty tricks on her—"

A hint of resentment appeared on Qiulan's face. Ertai panicked and quickly interrupted her, kissing her small hand rapidly, and said, "Let's not talk about the past anymore, okay? If it weren't for that incident, we wouldn't be together. This is probably what they call 'no fight, no friendship'."

"Hmph, you scoundrel! It's not just a case of 'becoming friends through a fight,' you not only became friends with her, but also..."

The shy Qiu Lan couldn't finish her sentence. Actually, she wasn't a bad person; it's just that the palace was a place full of deceit and treachery. If you weren't assertive, you'd be bullied by strong people sooner or later, and might even lose your life.

Often, out of instinctual self-protection, people force themselves to be prickly, afraid of being hurt, so that others wouldn't dare to attack them easily.

Qiu Lan was precisely this kind of person. Her wickedness was completely different from Rong Momo's. Looking back, Ertai also felt that he had gone too far with Qiu Lan. Originally, he was only acting out of revenge, but he never expected that after Qiu Lan gave herself to him, she would fall in love with him. Since there was love, Ertai naturally wanted to treat Qiu Lan as his woman and cherish her in every way.

"What else can I say? Tell me, tell me!"

Seeing Qiulan too shy to continue, Ertai teased her. He grabbed her arm and tickled her, and Qiulan giggled and dodged, looking delighted. The misunderstanding between them gradually dissipated in this loving play.

"Ugh, I'm ignoring you! You always tease me, hmph..."

Qiulan pouted and said sweetly as she dodged Ertai's advances. With each sway of her body, her large breasts bounced, creating a series of waves.

Ertai was moved, his throat burning. He gradually stopped and pounced on Qiulan. Qiulan, who had been giggling, also stopped laughing. Their eyes met, filled with tenderness and deep love.

Ertai said, "Qiulan, I want you, I want you for life..."

"Husband, me too, I want to be your wife, no matter how many women you have in the future, you can't leave me, okay?"

"Okay, I promise." "

Then, shall we pinky swear?"

Qiulan playfully stuck out her tongue, revealing her childlike side.

Ertai deliberately grinned mischievously and said, "I don't want to pinky swear with you, that's so unoriginal."

"Hmph, I knew you weren't really sincere with me."

Seeing that Ertai didn't want to pinky swear with her, Qiulan pouted angrily.

Seeing that she misunderstood, Ertai laughed even harder. He grasped his penis and quietly entered Qiulan's vagina, then laughed loudly and said, "I want to pinky swear with your penis, haha."

"You're so naughty, take it out, I don't want to pinky swear with you."

Qiulan stretched out her pink fist and pounded on Ertai's chest, but although she said no, she soon began to moan happily under Ertai's strong thrusts.

"Ah...good husband...dear brother...I can't take it anymore...your is so big...so good...your good sister...good wife...I'm going to...I'm going to die...I'm going to be...ah...fucked to death by you..."

Qiu Lan grabbed Ertai's hand and rubbed it hard on her big breasts. Her lewdness was truly unsatisfying. Ertai roused himself and began to thrust vigorously. In just a few thrusts, Qiu Lan was already rolling her eyes back in pleasure.

"Ah...big...too big...ah ah...like a stick...as hard as a stick...ah...brother...husband...ah...such great strength...power...ah ah ah...so comfortable...so good...ah ah...such a hot...big meat stick...oh my god...my mother...ah...I can't take it anymore...husband...let...let me die...ah..."

Qiu Lan didn't cry out, but once she started, she wouldn't stop. Her voice was hoarse and desperate, extremely lewd.

After a vigorous thrusting session, Qiulan's wantonness aroused Ertai's interest, and he began to respond with obscene and vulgar words. He pulled his large penis out of Qiulan's wet vagina, pressing the glans, wet and glistening, against the sole of Qiulan's tender, sweaty right foot, smearing the fluids from his penis onto the sole and toes of her foot.

Using her own fluids, Qiulan's white, toenails, painted with black nail polish, deftly rubbed against Ertai's glans, even rubbing the urethral opening with her big toe.

"My dear husband... your big cock just now... ah, it... it's so big... so long... it feels so good..."

"Hehehe, then I'll make your little hole feel good enough."

Ertai lewdly shoved his big cock, which had been rubbing against Qiulan's toes, back into Qiulan's cunt. The flesh inside her vagina immediately enveloped the invading cock, rubbing and writhing against it. Then he pulled off Qiulan's shoes, picked up her butterfly embroidered shoes from the floor, and put them back on her feet. Her fair feet contrasted beautifully with her bare, snow-white, and full body, making her incredibly sexy.

"...Ah... ahhh... good husband... let me hold you... coming... I'm dying... ahhh..."

Qiulan was completely aroused, her face flushed, and she vigorously rubbed her big breasts with both hands.

Ertai's cock thrust in and out of Qiulan's cunt rapidly, accompanied by the "splattering" sounds of flesh and water, bringing out streams of wet, lustful fluid from Qiulan's cunt.

Ertai lifted Qiulan's legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and forcefully pressed her down onto the bed. This was one of the easiest and least strenuous positions to use. Ertai was as fierce and unstoppable as a tiger descending from the mountain.

Qiulan's eyes rolled back as she was being fucked, her snow-white toes clenching tightly inside her embroidered shoes, her wetness flowing freely from her cunt. She had stopped screaming, but her body trembled without ceasing. One orgasm after another made her delirious, as if she had escaped the world and was on a cloud.

After another fifty or so thrusts, Ertai suddenly pulled out his penis, grabbed Qiulan's right foot, and pressed the head of his penis between her smooth, white sole and red butterfly embroidered shoes. He watched as Qiulan's fair thighs were spread apart, her wet labia parted, displaying a engorged, bright red color, and her vaginal opening slowly twitching. He then vigorously stroked her feet a few times with his hand, ejaculating large amounts of white semen onto Qiulan's fair and tender feet. White semen flowed between Qiulan's toes and on the back of her feet, even spraying semen onto her butterfly embroidered shoes, creating a stark contrast with Qiulan's black nail polish and red embroidered shoes.

An hour slipped by in the fusion of Ertai and Qiulan. Ertai was somewhat curious; he didn't know why, when he was with Qiulan again, he hadn't entered that illusion, nor had he seen any energy flowing from Qiulan's body, nor had he seen any so-called wolf aura.

"Could it be because I didn't bring the Supreme Harmony Sutra with me?"

Ertai wondered. He remembered that last time he was with Consort Yu, the Supreme Harmony Sutra was hidden in his clothes, right beside him. This time, he had hidden the Supreme Harmony Sutra along with the hallucinogenic drugs in that secret place, but perhaps because of the distance, the energy of the Harmony Sutra hadn't been sensed.

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a maid's voice outside, "Twelfth Prince, you're back?"

"Yes, where's the wet nurse?"

the Twelfth Prince asked.

"Sister Qiulan should be inside, I haven't seen her come out,"

the maid replied.

"Oh, that's good, it's good that she's here. I was just about to show her something nice, something I got from the Ninth Princess, it's very beautiful, I think the wet nurse will definitely like it,"

the Twelfth Prince said happily.

"Hehe, Twelfth Prince is so good to Sister Qiulan."

"Of course, she's my wet nurse, the closest person to me besides my mother."

Immediately afterward, the Twelfth Prince pushed open the door and entered. Seeing the candlelight outside but not Qiulan, he hurriedly went into the inner room.

Ertai had overheard his conversation with the maid, and a pang of jealousy rose in his heart. Although the Twelfth Prince was only twelve years old, half the age of Qiulan, Ertai couldn't help but feel displeased. "

That Qiulan is my woman! So what if you're the Twelfth Prince? Dare to be nice to my woman? I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing the Twelfth Prince about to burst in, Ertai leaped off the bed, raised his arm, and just as the Twelfth Prince felt a blur before his eyes, Ertai delivered a swift chop, knocking him unconscious.

"Husband, did you kill him?"

Qiulan hurriedly dressed, asking anxiously.

"No, I just pressed his pressure point to put him to sleep. He'll be asleep for ten or eight hours, and the pressure will release naturally,"

Ertai replied calmly.

"Husband, what's wrong? How could you be so cruel? Don't forget, he's the Twelfth Prince! If he had seen you just now, you would have been in serious trouble!"

Qiulan, having put on her clothes, came to Ertai's side and said with concern.

This love is truly wondrous; it can turn two enemies into lovers, caring for each other, within just a few days.

Ertai naturally knew that Qiulan was concerned about him. He put his arm around Qiulan's shoulder and whispered affectionately in her ear, "Qiulan, I don't care who he is. As long as he threatens my woman, I will show no mercy."

"But..."

Qiulan wanted to say something more, but Ertai interrupted her, "If I don't knock him unconscious, and he sees me in the same room as you, do you think the Empress will forgive you?"

Hearing Ertai say this, Qiulan was horrified. She only thought about her love affair with Ertai, but forgot about their situation. Her mistress was the Empress, while Ertai's mistress was Consort Ling. The two mistresses were irreconcilable. If the Empress found out about her relationship with Ertai, wouldn't she kill her?

Thinking of this, Qiulan trembled slightly in Ertai's arms. Her face was pale, and she looked at Ertai with trembling eyes, weakly asking, "Ertai, what if the Empress finds out about our relationship? After all, secrets don't stay hidden forever. Our relationship will be exposed sooner or later. We can only hide it for a while, unless..." "

Unless what?"

Ertai asked gently.

"Unless we never see each other again, then we won't be discovered."

Qiulan's face was deathly pale, and she bit her lip, trembling as she spoke with difficulty.

"Never see each other again? Are you willing to do that?"

Ertai asked back.

Qiulan shook her head. If she were to never see Ertai again, she might as well just die. At least if she died, she wouldn't have to miss him so deeply.

"Since you don't want to, then let's be together forever."

Ertai said firmly.

"But what if the Empress finds out?"

Qiulan asked with a worried expression.

"Hehe, I have a way to make sure she doesn't dare to say anything even if she finds out, but I need your cooperation."

A sinister expression suddenly appeared on Ertai's face.

"Me? What can I do?"

Qiulan asked doubtfully.

Ertai leaned down and whispered in Qiulan's ear. After hearing it, Qiulan froze, her mouth agape in disbelief as she looked at Ertai.

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