The Legendary Servant: Qin Xian'er

This was the second day since the young master arrived at the Lin family mansion in the capital.

Having spent the night with Qiaoqiao, he lay on the bed, his back aching and his eyes glazed over. His frenzied lovemaking with Luo Ning and Qiaoqiao had left him completely numb; he'd slept until late last night and was sleeping until late today as well. Qiaoqiao

and Luo Ning, however, had to drag their weary bodies out of bed because Qin Xian'er, who had gone on a trip, was returning today. They had to get up to prepare breakfast and welcome Xian'er home. Qiaoqiao also had to clean Xian'er's room, as Xian'er disliked the palace maids the Emperor had sent her, and since she had no trustworthy maids in the Lin family, Qiaoqiao was taking over the task.

Initially, the women of the Lin family were divided into two factions, led by Xian'er and Qingxuan respectively. For the sake of stability in the harem, the third brother had specially arranged for Qiaoqiao, Xian'er, and Luo Ning to share a room. Xian'er didn't want to be next to Qingxuan, and Luo Ning was the second-in-command of Qingxuan's side, so Qiaoqiao acted as a mediator to ease the tension between the two sides.

Last night, Qiaoqiao and Luo Ning had both been locked in a passionate battle with the young master and Si De, leaving a somewhat lewd and alluring smell in the room. Qiaoqiao wanted to get rid of the smell before Xian'er returned.

The two girls, their eyes red, were forcing themselves to stay alert as they tidied the room when they heard Xian'er's voice.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao... I'm back..." Xian'er, true to her lively and energetic nature, used her long, slender legs to dash straight to Qiaoqiao's room.

"Sister Xian'er! You're back, I'm in your room..." Qiaoqiao was delighted to hear Xian'er's voice, but then her heart tightened, fearing that the smell might still linger in her room. In a moment of quick thinking, she called Xian'er over.

"Hehe, little sister Qiaoqiao, I'll have to trouble you to tidy up my room again." Xian'er was about to step into Qiaoqiao's room when she heard Qiaoqiao's voice coming from inside her own boudoir. With a sway of her slender waist, she ran towards the source of the sound, calling out to Qiaoqiao with a light laugh as she ran.

"Sister Xian'er..." Qiaoqiao smiled slightly on her cute little face, and with a gust of fragrant wind, she embraced Xian'er.

"Where's that vixen? Isn't she up yet?" Xian'er snorted softly, pouting as she asked Qiaoqiao.

Qiaoqiao knew she was referring to Luo Ning, and said with a helpless smile, "Sister Xian'er... Sister Ning isn't a vixen at all. I talked with Sister Ning until late last night, so I didn't sleep well and am a little tired. She's still resting." "She's a vixen! Of all my sisters, she's the one who gets the most favor from my husband. She's such a little slut, always teasing my husband..." Xian'er muttered, not really angry, just a little jealous.

Qiaoqiao was both amused and exasperated. She straightened Xian'er's sheets and turned to ask, "Where did you go this time, sister?" Xian'er giggled, tugged at Qiaoqiao's sleeve, gesturing for her to sit on the bed, and then affectionately linked arms with her, saying, "Me? I went back to Jinling!" "Sister went back to Jinling?" Qiaoqiao asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Xian'er said with a smile, "I went back to visit Ruyu Fang, and also went to the Xiao family and Shiweixian, and Weishan Lake..." As Qiaoqiao listened to Xian'er's description, a feeling of longing for her hometown slowly rose in her heart. The faces of her father and younger brother became clearer and clearer, making Qiaoqiao miss them terribly and wish she could return to Jinling immediately. Xian'er naturally saw through Qiaoqiao's thoughts and jokingly asked, "It's a pity we still have to wait for our husbands to return home. I wonder if we could bring our family from Jinling to the capital for a visit?" "Sister Xian'er!" Qiaoqiao looked at Xian'er with surprise and joy, but seeing the smile on her face, she was too moved to speak.

"Hehe, my dear sister, have you forgotten that I'm a princess? It's just a matter of welcoming a few people, isn't it?" Xian'er laughed smugly. "Tomorrow I'll have Father bring Uncle Dong, Qingshan, and Madam Xiao to the capital." Qiaoqiao's adorable face lit up with uncontrollable joy. She hugged Xian'er's jade arm and asked, "Really?

I just don't know if Madam would be willing to come... Oh, and what about Sister Ning's younger brother, Luo Yuan? Can we bring him too?" "Hmph, for your sake, I'll let that slut have her come..." Xian'er pouted. Qiaoqiao

smiled, half-covering her mouth, but her mind was racing. It was rare for her father and brother to come to the capital. How should she welcome them home? She had followed Lin San for a long time, and although she was still the same lovable little girl, her horizons and mind were much broader than before.

The two women chatted for a while longer. Xian'er, fiddling with her flowing hair, said to Qiaoqiao, "Sister, I heard from Master that there's a hot spring at the summit of Xiangguo Temple that can moisturize the skin and nourish the spirit." A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she tempted Qiaoqiao to continue, "Why don't we go for a soak?" Because Lin San was fighting the Hu people at the front lines, and news of his battle could arrive at any moment, the women decided to stay home to receive news of him as soon as possible. Only Xian'er and Qingxuan knew that An Biru and Ning Xianzi would be reluctant to let Lin San risk his life and would definitely follow the army, so they weren't as worried as the other ladies.

Qiaoqiao was also somewhat tempted. She also hoped that her husband would see her looking radiant and beautiful when he returned, but in her heart, Lin San was her everything. Having been obedient since childhood, she still wanted to stay home and wait for news of Lin San.

So, after a moment's hesitation, she shook her head.

Xian'er knew that Qiaoqiao was the most obedient of all the girls, so she wasn't too surprised. She whispered to Qiaoqiao, "Good sister, I'll go alone. I'm thinking of staying at Xiangguo Temple for a few days to pray for my husband. But as soon as you receive any battle reports from the manor, you must send someone to tell me immediately." Qiaoqiao naturally agreed. The two discussed the matter of bringing their family to the capital for a while, then Qiaoqiao went off to attend to other matters, and Xian'er, exhausted, lay down to rest. In the afternoon, after waking up, Xian'er hurriedly went to the palace to ask the emperor to bring Uncle Dong and Madam Xiao and others to the capital. The emperor, of course, wouldn't object to seeing Madam Xiao again, and immediately issued an edict sending people to Jinling. Xian'er chatted with her father for a while before returning home to prepare for her departure the next day.

*** *** *** *** The next day.

Xian'er got up early, packed her bags, and, not wanting Xiao Qingxuan to see her, left silently through the back gate of the Lin manor. Unexpectedly, Qingxuan woke up early due to fetal movement. Seeing Xian'er half-bent over and tiptoeing away from the pavilion, she couldn't help but chuckle and scold, "Silly girl!" The room was instantly filled with the vibrant colors of blooming flowers.

Meanwhile, Qin Xian'er quickly arrived at Xiangguo Temple.

It was the height of blooming season, and the peony garden at Xiangguo Temple was ablaze with color, just like when Lin San and Xu Zhiqing had competed for the title of flower queen. Upon entering the garden, a rich fragrance wafted through the air. Before her eyes, thousands of peonies bloomed in profusion, layer upon layer, dazzling the eye. The peony is the king of flowers, its blossoms vibrant, a riot of colors—red, yellow, white, and pink—crowded together, sometimes dazzling like fairies soaring through the clouds, sometimes shy like graceful ladies. Golden crowns and black jade, silver and red in perfect harmony, vying for beauty and displaying their graceful forms.

This peony garden, it turned out, was a gift from the emperor to Lin San. At this moment, the garden seemed to reappear in its former splendor. "Drunken Red," "Trembling Delicate Beauty"—the peony, praised by Miss Xu and Scholar Su as the queen of flowers, bloomed once more.

Xian'er, entering the garden, was also captivated by the hundred flowers, her eyes darting about, truly a sightseeing tour. Xian'er strolled through the garden with small, quick steps, occasionally picking up a flower, gently inhaling its fragrance. Its exquisite beauty rivaled that of the peonies, making all other flowers pale in comparison.

As she walked, Xian'er arrived at the main hall, only to find someone already waiting at the gate.

"Master Huikong?!" Xian'er exclaimed in surprise. Master Huikong was a high-ranking monk of Xiangguo Temple, rarely leaving the temple to receive worshippers, yet he appeared to have been waiting for quite some time.

"Amitabha! This old monk greets Princess Nishang. His Majesty knows that the princess will be visiting Xiangguo Temple today and has specially ordered this old monk to wait here," Master Huikong's serene voice rang out, as distant as the tolling of a temple bell.

Xian'er felt a warmth in her heart; it turned out her father had always cared about her. She smiled and said to Master Huikong:

"Thank you, Master! You are a high-ranking monk of Xiangguo Temple, so there's no need to follow those worldly rules. Just call me Xian'er." Having followed An Biru since childhood, Xian'er didn't really like the princess's identity; her nature was still like the little devil of the White Lotus Sect, indulging in freedom.

"Then this old monk will presume. Benefactor Qin, please follow this old monk." Master Huikong gestured for Xian'er to come in and rest in the temple.

Xian'er had never been to Xiangguo Temple before, so having someone lead the way was naturally better. Hearing Master Huikong's words, she gladly followed behind him. Master Huikong called out as they walked, "Wujing!" Following the master's voice, a young novice monk emerged from a meditation room beside the main hall.

"Master!" the young novice monk said respectfully, hands clasped in front of his chest.

Master Huikong glanced back at Xian'er and said softly, "Carry out the funeral arrangements for Benefactor Qin and take her to the inner courtyard guest room." He then said apologetically to Xian'er, "Amitabha, Benefactor Qin, this old monk still has morning prayers to attend to, so I cannot guide you." Xian'er smiled brightly at Master Huikong and said, "It's alright! Master, you go ahead. This little monk is fine." Master Huikong bowed to Xian'er again before turning and leaving. Only Xian'er and the young novice monk Wujing remained in the hall.

Wujing nodded to Xian'er and said crisply, "Princess, please follow this humble monk." He was just a novice monk, not a high-ranking monk like Master Huikong, so of course he addressed her as "Princess."

Xian'er followed him, watching him from behind. Wujing was only about ten years old, with some childish downy hair around his ears, and his bald head was covered with hair less than an inch long. His wide monk's robe hung loosely on him.

Xian'er found it amusing that he had become a monk at such a young age and asked, "Little Master, how old are you?

What made you decide to become a monk?" Wujing was naturally nervous, as this was his first time receiving a pilgrim of princess status. Hearing Xian'er's question, he quickly replied, "This humble monk has been a monk since childhood, following my master to cultivate the Buddhist heart, in order to guide those with affinity." "Hehe, you're so young, what do you know about the Buddhist heart?" Xian'er chuckled, covering her mouth. Hearing her laugh, Wujing looked up at Xian'er and saw her half-covered cherry blossoms, her alluring eyes like the "drunken blush" of a peony garden, incomparably beautiful, like newly opened flower buds, blooming with the radiant colors of spring. He was momentarily stunned.

"What are you looking at! Silly monk..." Xian'er feigned anger. Inwardly, however, she was secretly delighted, never expecting that this monk would be captivated by her. If an ordinary man stared at her like that, she might just draw her sword and attack him.

Since it was just a young monk, Xian'er naturally didn't suspect him of any lewd thoughts.

Wujing, startled by Xian'er's scolding, realized his mistake and hurriedly muttered, "Forgive me, forgive me! How come the princess seems even more beautiful than that 'great' benefactor I saw before…?" Fearing Xian'er's wrath, he lowered his head, not daring to speak, and silently walked forward, not even noticing he had passed the guest room. The

"great" benefactor he referred to was, of course, Sister An Biru, whom Lin San had seen during the flower competition at the peony garden. At that time, he had even gestured to Lin San that An Biru had a large chest.

Xian'er wasn't angry, but seeing the young novice walking silently forward, seemingly without direction, she asked in confusion, "Hey, little monk, why aren't we there yet?" Startled by Xian'er's question, Wujing finally came to his senses and realized he had already passed the guest room; ahead was… the outhouse! He was incredibly embarrassed and didn't dare look up at Xian'er. He hurriedly turned around and said, "Excuse me, this humble monk passed by!" Xian'er hadn't expected him to turn around so suddenly. She was curiously looking around when she suddenly felt something hard lightly bump against her chest. She quickly took two steps back and angrily said, "How dare you!" Wujing felt as if his bald head had bumped into a soft, perky bun, which even smelled fragrant. He immediately realized what he had bumped into and knelt down in panic, saying, "Princess, please forgive me! Princess, please forgive me!" Xian'er had only shouted angrily and knew that Wujing hadn't done it on purpose. She calmed her voice and said,

"Get up. Ignorance is no excuse." Wujing breathed a sigh of relief and dared not delay any longer. He led Xian'er to the guest room and was about to leave to do his morning prayers.

"Wait!" Wujing was about to close the door when he heard Xian'er's sweet cry. He hurriedly asked, "Does the princess have any other instructions?" Xian'er knew her anger had frightened him, and feeling somewhat apologetic, she gently said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a demon. I have a question for you. I heard there's a hot spring in Xiangguo Temple, but where is it?" Wujing found Xian'er's voice like a gentle breeze, soothing and comforting. He quickly replied, "The hot spring is on the summit of the back mountain, but the back mountain is quite steep and treacherous, making it extremely difficult for ordinary people to climb, so not many people go there to bathe. Last time at the flower festival, a female benefactor also went to the hot spring on the back mountain." Xian'er knew he was referring to her master, An Biru, so she didn't ask any further questions. After dismissing him, she rested in her room. Meanwhile, the emperor's decree had arrived in Jinling, summoning Madam Xiao, Uncle Dong, Dong Qingshan, and Luo Yuan to the capital. However, "Shi Wei Xian" still needed someone to look after it, and Uncle Dong was unwilling to leave the city where he had lived his entire life, so he did not come. Because of Luo Min's connection to him, Luo Yuan's identity was sensitive, and he also had to stay behind to take care of the Hongxing Gang, so he didn't go to the capital. Madam Xiao missed the Yu Ruo sisters, and thinking she wouldn't have to see that bad guy, while Qingshan missed Qiao Qiao, so the two of them went to the capital by imperial decree.

Xian'er rested in the temple until the afternoon, then recovered from her morning drowsiness. She stretched lazily in bed, her full breasts seeming to want to break free of their restraints and swell up, her slender waist standing straight, her infinitely beautiful upper body

revealed as the blanket slipped down, but no one could see it. She touched her slightly cold jade feet and couldn't help but think of the hot spring in the back mountain. Soaking in it would surely be incredibly comfortable. Thinking of this, Xian'er was tempted by An Biru's description of the hot spring, and quickly put on her shoes and ran to the back mountain.

Just as Xian'er was climbing the back mountain, Xiangguo Temple welcomed a young nun from Qixia Temple who came to exchange Buddhist teachings. Wujing had been captivated by Xian'er's voluptuous figure that morning, the scent of her breasts still lingering in his hair. In the afternoon, another beautiful nun arrived. This young nun's breasts seemed even rounder and firmer than Xian'er's, yet Wujing dared not look directly at her. The nun led him to the guest room next to Xian'er's. At

the hot springs behind the mountain,

Xian'er, with her light-footed skills, quickly reached the summit. Flowers were in full bloom, and the peak, enveloped in the steam of the hot springs, resembled a fairyland. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the rocks were rugged, and the setting sun cast its golden glow in the distance. Xian'er stood alone by the pool, a simple white gauze dress covering her graceful figure, her long, black hair flowing down her back. Her face still flushed from the climb, her willow-leaf eyebrows and phoenix eyes gazing at the beautiful scenery before her, her eyes glistening with tears. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, she maintained an enviable figure, her curves as exquisite as a delicate Guanyin statue.

Xian'er marveled at the breathtaking view from the summit, feeling as if she were in a fairyland, and couldn't wait to soak in the hot spring. She slowly bent down, lifting her skirt to reveal her long, slender legs, which, in the misty air, resembled pieces of white jade. Removing her shoes, her bare, translucent feet revealed ten small, rounded toes.

She carefully dipped her feet into the water to test the temperature. The warmth of the spring water spread from her feet to her entire body, making her feel completely comfortable. Xian'er was delighted that the hot spring was just right. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she thought that her father knew she would be coming to Xiangguo Temple to soak in the hot spring and would naturally not allow outsiders near the back of the mountain. Unable to resist the allure of the hot spring, she found a large rock and began to undress behind it.

From the outside, only pieces of clothing could be seen being thrown onto the rock, eventually even her bra and underwear. After a while, with a soft splash, Xian'er jumped into the hot spring.

"Mmm...so warm..." Xian'er's soft sigh echoed from the spring pool, the sound of the water so alluring that one could easily imagine a celestial maiden bathing.

"Amitabha!" Just as Xian'er was enjoying the hot spring, an aged voice rang out.

Xian'er was startled, her jade arm shielding her chest, and she shouted with a hint of murderous intent, "Who?!" The voice, however, showed no panic, continuing unhurriedly, "Benefactor Qin, this old monk is here on the Emperor's orders to bring you bathing supplies." The newcomer was none other than Master Huikong.

Xian'er recognized Master Huikong and breathed a sigh of relief. She was completely naked; if a thief had come, she wouldn't have known what to do. She whispered, "Master, it's not convenient for me to come out right now..." Before she could finish, Master Huikong said, "It's alright!" Then she saw a wooden tray fly in from behind the rock where she had undressed.

Xian'er, of course, dared not reach out to catch it, fearing she might expose herself, and let the tray land in the water. Xian'er then swam over and saw a bath towel and a porcelain cup resting steadily on the tray. Master Huikong's voice rang out again: "Benefactor Qin, the tray contains a bath towel for bathing. Also, fearing the water is too hot, this old monk has specially prepared a cup of plum soup." The tray had flown so far, yet the items on it remained untouched. Xian'er exclaimed, "Master, what skill..." She then wrapped the towel around herself and continued to enjoy herself.

"Esteemed benefactor, this old monk is meditating not far away. Please bathe in peace." Master Huikong's voice grew fainter and fainter, seemingly fading into the distance.

A mischievous thought arose in Xian'er's mind. She had heard that Master Huikong was a highly accomplished monk; she wondered if he would break any precepts. What would his reaction be if she tried to seduce him? Xian'er thought that if he harbored any improper thoughts, he would be unworthy of the title of a high monk.

Thinking this, Xian'er blushed, suppressing her shyness and nervousness, and called out sweetly, "Master!" "What is it, benefactor?" Master Huikong's unchanging voice rang out.

Xian'er giggled, "I'm so bored by myself. Why don't you tell me some Buddhist scriptures, Master..." Master Huikong's heart stirred. Princess Ni Chang's words seemed to have a hidden meaning. Back in his pre-monastic days, Master Huikong was a romantic and talented man, quick-witted and intelligent. After converting to Buddhism, it was his innate wisdom that led him to comprehend Buddhist teachings, ultimately becoming the highly accomplished monk he was today.

He dared not show the slightest disrespect in his tone, and slowly said, "I wonder which part you would like to hear, benefactor?" Xian'er tossed her black hair behind her head and casually washed her jade-like arms, saying, "Anything is fine, it's just for entertainment... but Master, you're so far away, I can't hear you clearly, why don't you come over..." There was no flirtatious intent in Xian'er's tone at this moment, making Master Huikong feel that she was letting him come to the front because she trusted him.

After the kiss, their lips parted.

Xian'er looked at Master Huikong with hazy almond eyes, and Master Huikong was aroused by the spring in her eyes, and his large hands cupped her soft breasts and began to knead them.

"Oh... Master, this humble woman is deeply sinful, having killed countless people... um... Master, please enlighten me..." Xian'er looked at her proud breasts being ravaged and said to Master Huikong in a coquettish voice.

"Benefactor Qin, as the Buddha is compassionate, I will surely sacrifice myself to save you from suffering..." As he spoke, he kneaded her jade-like breasts even more forcefully. Master Huikong felt as if his hands were playing with a pair of firm, full breasts, teasing Xian'er's pink nipples from time to time.

"Mmm... be gentle..." With Master Huikong's caresses, Xian'er's nipples gradually hardened, leaving red marks on her smooth, freshly bathed skin. She looked incredibly alluring.

Xian'er was unwilling to be merely played with by Master Huikong. Her slender hands quietly reached towards his crotch, grasped his mischievous penis, and began to stroke it back and forth.

"Master... the Buddha's teachings are so profound... so thick..." Xian'er was amazed by Master Huikong's size. The Master felt his penis being enveloped by something delicate, and the unbearable loneliness of over ten years was now soothed by Xian'er's jade hands. With Xian'er's manipulation, his penis grew even thicker, thrusting menacingly in and out of Xian'er's palm like a dragon emerging from its lair.

After caressing each other for a while, Xian'er leaned over the rock, her pert buttocks pressed against Master Huikong's lower body, her exquisite curves perfectly displayed. Her half-naked body, partially exposed by a bath towel, lay before the master's eyes, exuding a bewitching aura.

"What a vixen..." the master sighed. His hands moved without hesitation, embracing Xian'er's buttocks tightly, gently touching his penis to her already aroused mons pubis, rubbing it back and forth.

"You're so annoying... I'm not a vixen like Luo Ning... Master, subdue me... I'm your enchantress..." Xian'er turned her head to look at Master Huikong with seductive eyes, her slender waist twisting in rhythm.

Master Huikong's nose was about to bleed; he could no longer hold back. He aimed his penis at Xian'er's labia, and with a thrust of his hips, his glans was already inside her.

"Ah... so thick..." Xian'er cried out, feeling her lower body being filled little by little, the emptiness of many days being satisfied.

Master Huikong felt his penis being tightly gripped, the wet, narrow vagina seeming to come alive, swallowing his shaft deeper and deeper. He no longer held back his strength, thrusting hard and plunging his entire penis into Xian'er's vagina.

"Oh...it's hitting the spot...my flower core is going to be broken...Master...oh...your heart is all messed up..." With Master Huikong's thrusting, Xian'er felt as if her soul was about to leave her body; her breasts pressed against the stone, her nipples rubbing against the rough stone surface.

Master Huikong felt as if he were in the Buddha's paradise, the spring water warming his body, Xian'er's vagina warming his member, his heart surging with passion, and he began to thrust wildly.

"Benefactor Qin, your sorcery is also extremely profound..." Master Huikong exclaimed as he thrust.

"Ugh...only the Master can enlighten me...save me...oh...Master, you're so cruel...I'm almost driven mad by your golden cudgel...oh...woo...so deep...so hard..." Xian'er thrust her serpentine waist back frantically, trying her best to swallow Master Huikong's penis deeper and deeper.

The two of them moved in unison, their lower bodies colliding. Master Huikong was aroused by Xian'er's cooperation, and he lifted Xian'er's jade legs onto his shoulders, licking her toes while thrusting his penis.

Their dark pubic hair intertwined, as lewd as their current state.

From afar, a pair of fleshy worms were pressed together deep in the hot spring, the sounds of water and intercourse echoing in the silent mountains.

"Master...ah, eat my toes...lick them..." Xian'er's coquettish and seductive voice cried out in a trance.

Master Huikong, his tongue swirling around Xian'er's round, pearly toes, mumbled indistinctly,

"Benefactor... this old monk hasn't subdued demons for many years, my strength is insufficient..." As he spoke, the speed of his thrusts slowed.

Xian'er murmured, "I'm almost there... Master, harder... I want it..." Master Huikong's passion was ignited by Xian'er's presence, and he thrust harder with renewed vigor, his hands moving towards Xian'er's breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Xian'er responded to Master Huikong's thrusts, her buttocks rubbing red marks from his foot hair, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking.

"Ah... Master... I'm coming..." "Oh, benefactor... receive the Buddha's baptism..." Master Huikong felt a surge of pleasure, and a gush of hot semen sprayed from his glans, landing on Xian'er's clitoris. Both groaned, reaching their climax simultaneously.

Since that day, Xian'er had lived in Xiangguo Temple, spending her leisure time offering incense and praying for Lin San, and occasionally seeking Buddhist teachings from Master Huikong, listening to him expound on Buddhist scriptures. Xian'er always played different roles, from a female demon to Guanyin, from a nun to a Taoist nun, greatly benefiting Master Huikong.

Today, the two were deeply moved during their conversation in the Buddhist hall. Xian'er's past was filled with hardship and turmoil, while Master Huikong, having seen through the illusions of the world, had achieved enlightenment and spoke to Xian'er about the great principles of humanity, reminding her of her heart-to-heart talk with Lin San at Ruyufang. The two then made love on the prayer mat.

"Female Bodhisattva...this humble monk has always longed for you..." "Oh...old bald monk...look closely, I'm a demon..." "How can there be such a Buddhist demon..." "Oh...you're so lucky, you old bald monk...ah...you're so thick...it's bursting me..." A series of blushing moans emanated from the Buddhist hall as the two shouted unrestrainedly, unaware that someone was watching from outside. The person wore a grey kasaya, which couldn't conceal her wasp waist and shapely buttocks; her long hair was coiled up, clearly indicating she was a nun practicing Buddhism with her hair still intact. This person was Tao Wanying, a nun from Qixia Temple who had come to Xiangguo Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings.

At this moment, Tao Wanying was blushing as she watched the scene in the Buddhist hall, secretly lamenting that Master Huikong was all talk and no action, a mere monk. Upon seeing the woman's face clearly, she exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that Fairy from Ruyufang? Wasn't she with Lin San? How could she..." The moans from the Buddhist hall grew increasingly passionate, causing Tao Wanying's heart to tremble and her lower body to feel wet.

"Senior Sister..." Tao Wanying was engrossed in her reading when a voice came from behind her.

Startled, Tao Wanying turned around to see the young novice monk Wujing who had been greeting her. In a flash, Wujing had already moved closer, embracing her from behind and placing his hands on her ample breasts, kneading them erratically.

"You... how dare you..." Tao Wanying's body went limp from the kneading, and she wanted to scold Wujing, but instead, she started flirting.

"Senior Sister... you're so big..." Wujing said infatuatedly. Having already served An Biru and Xian'er, Wujing, whose understanding of Buddhism was still shallow, was already aroused. Now, he was once again stimulated by Tao Wanying's proud and exquisite figure. Moreover, spending every day with her and smelling her fragrance, Wujing could no longer restrain himself.

Wujing already knew about his master and Xian'er's affair. Today, he had deliberately brought Tao Wanying here so that she could witness their lewd play and arouse her lust.

"You... oh... stop..." Tao Wanying, whose lust had been aroused by Master Huikong and Xian'er, suddenly erupted, slowly becoming lost in Wujing's hands, cooperating with his manipulation. Her jade hand also grabbed his penis.

"Hmph... Junior brother isn't small either..." Tao Wanying gave Wujing a flirtatious wink, almost causing him to lose control.

The two intertwined their necks, and then, like the two in the Buddhist hall, they made love in the wild outside the hall.

"Ugh... it's in... it's killing me..." "Senior sister... you're so beautiful..." "You little rascal... you've broken the precept against lust..." "Senior sister broke it too..." For a time, the Xiangguo Temple was filled with alluring spring colors, like the blooming of peony flowers in a peony garden. For several days, four days in a row, they exchanged Buddhist teachings in the temple, losing track of time. While Xian'er stayed in the Xiangguo Temple to "comprehend the Buddhist teachings," Madam Xiao and Dong Qingshan had already arrived in the capital and arrived at the Lin family mansion.

*** *** *** *** Lin family mansion hall.

"Madam! Qingshan!" Qiaoqiao called out in surprise and quickly went to help Madam carry her luggage into the room.

The eldest and second young ladies had gone to the cloth shop, leaving only Qingxuan, Qiaoqiao, and Luo Ning at home. Upon seeing Qiaoqiao, Qingshan excitedly called out, "Sister!" The two siblings then began to chat.

"Qiaoqiao, where are Yu Ruo and Yu Shuang?" Madam asked with her elegant demeanor.

Qiaoqiao gestured for Qingshan to finish carrying the luggage and said crisply to Madam, "Madam, the eldest and second young ladies went to the cloth shop and won't be back until noon." Madam nodded slightly and chuckled, "Silly girl, you and Yu Ruo are both Lin San's wives, just call them by their names. I'm a little tired too, why don't you chat with Qingshan first, I'm going back to my room to rest." Qiaoqiao blushed and obediently escorted Madam back to her room before going to find Qingshan. With

Lin San away fighting the Hu people, the entire Lin residence was peaceful and quiet, and Madam Xiao, who had just woken up from her rest, couldn't help but feel a little bored. The family business had been handed over to the eldest daughter, and now that both daughters were grown and had their own sweethearts, Madam Xiao, who had worried for half her life, was enjoying a leisure she had never known before.

Sitting on the bed, Madam Xiao stretched like a young girl, the charm of a mature woman undeniable. Unlike a young girl, her perfect figure was like a ripe peach, juicy and alluring.

She suddenly remembered that Xu Wei and Lin San were neighbors, and Xu Zhiqing was currently fighting the enemy on the front lines. She hadn't visited Xu Wei, her old friend, in a long time. The atmosphere of the capital reminded Madam Xiao of her youthful days studying, a time of blossoming youth, now more than a decade old. Thinking of this, Madam Xiao decided to visit Xu Wei's residence to catch up with him.

Qiaoqiao happened to be going to Madam's room to wake her for dinner. Madam told Qiaoqiao about her idea, and Qiaoqiao naturally agreed. She then took Qingshan and accompanied Madam to Xu's residence.

At Xu Wei's residence,

"Miss Guo!" Xu Wei greeted his guest with delight. As a favorite of the Emperor, he naturally knew about Madam Xiao's visit to the capital, but he never expected her to come and visit him in person. Su Qinglian happily embraced Madam Xiao; the two were of similar age and had much to talk about.

Qiaoqiao and Qingshan, however, stood nervously to the side. After all, they didn't have much contact with such high-ranking figures. Qiaoqiao was a little better off, but Qingshan just stared blankly at the group, not daring to speak.

"This must be Qiaoqiao's younger brother, Dong Qingshan," Xu Wei said calmly, noticing Qingshan's nervousness.

"Yes...yes, Lord Xu," Qingshan hurriedly replied.

Xu Wei stroked his beard and smiled, "No need to be too nervous. Just treat me like an ordinary elder. I heard that you and that young man from the Luo family jointly run a gang, I think it's called the Hung Hing Gang?" "Yes, my brother-in-law taught me and Brother Luo how to manage it," Qingshan said, his emotions calming down a bit, though he remained reserved.

"Hehe, very good, very good..." Xu Wei had long guessed that this must be another masterpiece by Lin San. After ordering tea to be served, he chatted with Dong Qingshan with great interest, while Qiaoqiao occasionally chimed in.

After chatting with Xu Wei for a while, Qingshan was no longer nervous. In the back-and-forth between Xu Wei and Qingshan, he could occasionally offer some of his own insights, which, although not particularly profound, showed youthful vigor. Gradually becoming more relaxed, Qingshan began to look around Xu Wei's residence. He saw that the surroundings were extremely simple, with only a few servants, which showed Xu Wei's frugality.

From the other side, Madam Xiao and Su Qinglian occasionally let out soft laughter. Madam Xiao was naturally well-known, and Su Qinglian was once a famous actress from West Lake. Her sweet voice was like a nightingale's song, captivating and adding a touch of liveliness to the somewhat quiet Xu residence.

Qingshan was surprised that Lord Xu Wei looked so old, while his wife was in her prime, voluptuous, and graceful, with a touch of the allure of the Qinhuai River in every gesture. He wondered if Lord Xu Wei could handle the beauty's charms during their intimate moments.

Su Qinglian also noticed Qingshan looking at her and couldn't help but feel a secret joy. Since reuniting with Xu Wei, her years of sorrow had subsided. Combined with the care she received from the renowned doctors in the capital and Xu Zhiqing's folk remedies, the few wrinkles on her forehead and the gray hairs at her temples had disappeared, making her look ten years younger, a mature and charming woman in her thirties.

When Qingshan saw Su Qinglian looking at him, his handsome face flushed, and he dared not look directly at her, but he kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Since Hongxing had grown powerful, Qingshan and Luo Yuan had been thriving in Jinling, and were no longer the novice they were a few years ago.

With Luo Yuan's wise guidance, he had frequented Ruyu Fang, but today he felt that none of the mistresses there could compare to even a fraction of Su Qinglian's charm. The

group chatted at the Xu residence for an hour or so. Madam Xiao, feeling somewhat weary, prepared to take her leave. Qingshan, who was exchanging glances with Su Qinglian, was reluctant to part, but unable to stay, he had no choice but to return with Qiaoqiao and Madam.

*** *** *** *** Late at night, at the Xu residence.

Having drunk a couple extra cups of tea while chatting with Qingshan tonight, Xu Wei woke up in the middle of the night with a strong urge to urinate. He hurriedly put on his shoes and a coat, heading to the outhouse. To his surprise, he found himself alone in bed; Su Qinglian was nowhere to be seen.
He assumed Su Qinglian had simply gone to the outhouse due to an urgent need. Without giving it much thought, he rushed towards the outhouse. As

Xu Wei hurried towards the outhouse, he heard rustling sounds coming from behind the artificial hill as he passed the back garden. The sounds were of clothes rubbing together, accompanied by rapid breathing and sucking sounds.

Startled, Xu Wei assumed a lecherous thief was visiting and quickly approached to listen more closely. He heard a series of "tsk tsk" sounds, like kissing, the mingling of saliva becoming increasingly clear.

"Ah... um... Madam's saliva is so sweet..." a male voice rang out. Xu Wei was shocked; it was Dong Qingshan's voice.

Another female voice panted, "Hmph... you little lecher, sneaking in to steal a kiss in the middle of the night... oh... where are you touching with your naughty hands..." Hearing this voice, Xu Wei felt a surge of shock, anger, and shame, a mixture of emotions overwhelmed. The one having an affair with Qingshan in the dead of night was none other than his own wife, Su Qinglian!

The two behind the artificial hill, unaware that Xu Wei had discovered them, were already unable to control themselves after several kisses and caresses.

"Don't take your clothes off...you little rascal, come in from behind..." Su Qinglian seemed to be lying on the artificial hill, her full, round buttocks sticking out.

"Madam, I'm coming..." Qingshan's voice trembled slightly.

"Oh...you rascal, how come you went in so suddenly...so deep, you're killing me..." Su Qinglian's voice, half satisfied and half coquettish, was deliberately lowered, but it sounded even more lewd.

Old Xu didn't know what to feel at this moment. He was about to go over and expose them, but when he looked down at his unresponsive "little brother," filled with guilt and inferiority, he shook his head and left. Only Dong Qingshan and Su Qinglian's voices came from behind.

"Ah...you little devil, slow down...you're so naughty, you were peeping at me last night...and now you're..." "Madam, you're so tight...who told you to be so beautiful..." "Hmm...you have such a sweet mouth..." "Try it..." "Ugh..." Xu Wei, who had walked away, was completely bewildered. He had unknowingly reached the back door when he felt a strong urge to urinate. He realized he had come out to use the restroom and was about to burst. He didn't want to go back, and relieving himself anywhere wasn't his style. Helpless, he decided to go to the Lin family's house next door.

At this moment, Qin Xian'er, who had just finished her pilgrimage to Xiangguo Temple, returned to the Lin residence. The two met at the back door of the Lin residence.

"Princess Ni Chang? Why did you come in through the back door?" Xu Wei asked in surprise. It was too strange for Qin Xian'er to come back so late and to come home through the back door.

"Lord Xu? Quiet down. I secretly went to Xiangguo Temple to pray for blessings. I didn't want to be discovered by my sister, so I came in through the back door..." Xian'er rarely addressed Qingxuan as her sister.

"I see, hehe..." Xu Wei couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's so late, Lord Xu, yet you've come to the Lin residence. Perhaps you wish to borrow the outhouse?" Xian'er said playfully.

Xu Wei blushed, surprised that Xian'er had guessed correctly. Seeing his embarrassment, Xian'er didn't press him further and invited him into the residence.

"Lord Xu, please make yourself at home. I'm going back to my room now, hehe..." Qin Xian'er stopped teasing Xu Wei and turned to go back to her room.

Xu Wei and Lin San were old acquaintances, but the Lin residence was mostly inhabited by women, so he couldn't be too presumptuous. He could only tiptoe towards the outhouse. The Lin residence's outhouse was different from others. After Lin San's modifications, it was practically a modern bathroom, complete with a shower for Lin San's use.

The urge to urinate came on, and since it was late at night, Xu Wei abandoned all pretense of civility and hurriedly ran towards the outhouse, not caring whether anyone was inside. He pushed open the door and went to find the chamber pot. Unexpectedly, there was another person in the outhouse.

Madam Xiao, returning from the Xu residence, remembered she hadn't bathed all day. She knew the Lin residence had a showerhead, but had always been too embarrassed to use it. Now that only the women were present, she was eager to try it.

After Qiaoqiao and Luo Ning had fallen asleep, Madam Xiao gathered her change of clothes and went to the backyard bathroom.

She had just taken off her clothes and turned on the shower when the bathroom door was hurriedly pushed open. Before Madam Xiao could even scream, she clutched her chest with one hand and covered her lower body with the other, seeing the person who had barged in—it was Xu Wei.

The two were incredibly embarrassed. Madam Xiao stood under the showerhead, completely naked, her jade-like arms covering her chest, her full breasts half-concealed, yet even more alluring. Her pretty face was flushed, her long legs tightly pressed together, her jade-like feet barely able to be grasped—a picture of a bathing beauty vividly depicted with the sound of running water.

Xu Wei wasn't much better off. He was only wearing thin clothes, and in his haste, he had loosened his belt, exposing his somewhat aged and mottled thighs, and revealing the lustful glans of his penis. Like Xu Wei, he stared dumbfounded at the beauty before him.

"Lord Xu!" Madam Xiao dared not speak too loudly, only able to pout softly.

Xu Wei suddenly snapped out of his daze, hurriedly turning around, muttering, "How disgraceful, how disgraceful!" However, just as he was wondering how to end this, his previously impotent penis miraculously became responsive, twitching half-erect. Xu Wei was overjoyed, forgetting even his current situation, staring blankly at his old gun that had regained its virility.

"Lord Xu... you can turn around now..." Madam Xiao's shy voice came from behind.

Xu Wei turned around and saw Madam Xiao's face flushed red, wearing only a simple gauze dress, her breasts peeking out from the gaps, unable to be concealed, appearing and disappearing within the clothing. Her bare, delicate feet, still incredibly pink, were approaching Xu Wei.

"Miss Guo, I'd better wait for you outside… I'm truly sorry for my rudeness tonight!" Xu Wei covered his face with his sleeve, fleeing outside in shame.

In the back garden,

Madam Xiao, already dressed, stood facing Xu Wei. After learning the reason, she discovered that Xu Wei had been unable to consummate their marriage with Su Qinglian for several months due to erectile dysfunction. Su Qinglian, being in her prime, had been arguing about this for a long time. Tonight, witnessing Su Qinglian's infidelity, Xu Wei was too ashamed to expose her, and was now recounting everything to Madam Xiao.

Listening to Xu Wei's intimate conversation, Madam Xiao, though a woman, couldn't help but feel ashamed, listening with a blush, not daring to offer any opinion. After Xu Wei finished speaking, she felt a surge of curiosity and mustered her courage to ask,

"Lord Xu just said you couldn't… have sex, but just now I saw…" Madam Xiao couldn't continue.

"I am ashamed, I do not know why I have acted this way towards Madam..." Xu Wei said, his face flushed and his head shaking. He was lucky; the emperor's attention was currently focused on the war against the Hu people, and no one had been sent to monitor Madam Xiao, otherwise he might have lost his head.

Hearing Xu Wei's words, Madam Xiao felt a mix of emotions. Firstly, she couldn't help but feel a little pleased, as her charm had actually aroused the impotent Xu Wei again. Secondly, she felt ashamed that her longtime friend had harbored lustful thoughts towards her, making this widow who had remained chaste for so many years feel utterly humiliated.

Xu Wei glanced at Madam Xiao and said apologetically, "It is late and the night is cool, Miss Guo, please go back and rest. Tomorrow, Xu Wei will personally apologize and accept Madam's punishment!" With that, he turned to leave.

The lady called out to Xu Wei, glancing at him shyly, and said haltingly, "Sister Su and I hit it off immediately. Now that I know you two are having marital problems, I want to do my part... I..." She dared not look at Xu Wei again, turning away and saying in a muffled voice, "You interrupted my bath, I haven't finished yet... Mr. Xu, please make yourself at home..." With that, she ran off as if fleeing.

Not finished yet? Make yourself at home? Xu Wei was first puzzled, then overjoyed. This was promising! He certainly had no feelings for Madam Xiao, nor dared he have any, but if he could use Madam Xiao's body to regain his erection, he would be willing to do so. Besides, Miss Guo's figure was truly... Thinking this, Xu Wei followed Madam Xiao.

Madam Xiao was surprised by her own boldness, but having promised Xu Wei, she couldn't go back on her word. She could only return to the bathroom and continue showering. She walked to the showerhead and slowly removed her clothes. Her fair, jade-like skin shone with a smooth, creamy luster in the candlelight, and her perfect breasts, unseen for years, gradually became visible as her clothes fell away. A glimpse of dark forest between her long legs tempted him to explore.

Xu Wei stood outside the bathroom, not daring to enter, lest Madam Xiao change her mind out of embarrassment. He was now staring at Madam Xiao's naked body, his erection throbbing again, just as it had before. He couldn't resist grasping his penis with his old hand and performing an unseemly back-and-forth motion.

Madam Xiao, unaware of Xu Wei's presence, continued washing herself as if no one was there, occasionally lifting her legs to gently wipe her feet. Her full, fragrant buttocks seemed to be actively inviting Xu Wei to explore them.

The night was tinged with the scent of spring. Xu Wei stood outside the bathroom, watching Madam Xiao's delicate body as she bathed, the cold wind shielding him from the chill. Inside the Xu residence, the moans and gasps of Qingshan and Su Qinglian drifted to his ears, sometimes near, sometimes far. The couple, who were supposed to share a bed, were now releasing their desires on different people.

Two years later. On a brocade boat on Weishan Lake in Jinling.

An Biru sat naked on Gao Qiu's lap, twisting her slender waist, her round buttocks like a millstone welcoming Gao Qiu's thrusts.

"Sister An... your figure is so good, even more voluptuous than Fairy Ning... your buttocks are so round and perky, they're killing me..." Gao Qiu panted, his eyes gleaming with lust. His large hand covered An Biru's breasts, his palm playing with her pink nipples.

"You little rascal, all you do is spout lewd nonsense... Oh... I wonder who suggested we take turns playing. My senior sister was almost killed by Hu Bugui on the deck... Hmm... You're so thick... It's swelling up inside me..." An Biru supported herself on Gao Qiu's body with her jade-like hands and began to twist wildly, saying, "Oh... It's all that Hu Bugui's fault, making me have to use a secret method to repair my hymen... Oh... People in your court are all so bad, that old man Xu Wei even hooked up with Madam Xiao... Hmph... Ah... It's hitting the spot... So good... So deep..." Hearing Madam Xiao's lewd talk, Gao Qiu couldn't help but fantasize about her beauty, and he also sat up, hugged An Biru's plump buttocks, and began to thrust hard.

"Sister, your butt feels so good..." "Hmph...you little pervert, Xian'er's butt feels even better, do you want to touch it...ah...you've gotten so thick again, you're so naughty...don't think about anyone else..." "Hehe, I wonder if Lady Xian'er is doing the same thing..." "Xian'er went to Xiangguo Temple to pray for blessings again...ah...you little rascal, don't stop, move faster...sister is almost there..." "Oh...you little devil..."

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