Even masters can fall into depravity.

The young master, who had enjoyed a second round of passion with Qiaoqiao last night, lay on the bed, his back aching and his eyes glazed over. A night of frenzied activity with Luo Ning and Qiaoqiao had left him completely numb, and he'd slept until late morning 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 home today. They had to get up to prepare breakfast and welcome Xian'er back. Qiaoqiao also had to clean Xian'er's room, as Xian'er disliked the palace maids the Emperor had sent her, and had no trustworthy maids in the Lin household, so Qiaoqiao was tasked with this.

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 arranged for Qiaoqiao, Xian'er, and Luo Ning to share a room. Xian'er didn't want to be next to Qingxuan, while Luo Ning was the second-in-command of Qingxuan's faction, so Qiaoqiao acted as a mediator to ease tensions between the two sides.

Last night, Qiaoqiao and Luo Ning had spent the entire night in a passionate battle with the young master and Si De, leaving a lingering, sensual smell in the room. Qiaoqiao wanted to get rid of it before Xian'er returned.

The two girls, their eyes still red, were tidying up when they heard Xian'er's voice.

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

"Sister Xian'er! You're back! I'm in your room..." Qiaoqiao was initially delighted to hear Xian'er's voice, but then her heart tightened, fearing the lingering smell 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 enter Qiaoqiao's room when she heard Qiaoqiao's voice coming from within. With a sway of her waist, she ran towards the source of the sound, calling out to Qiaoqiao with a light laugh.

"Sister Xian'er..." Qiaoqiao smiled slightly, her cute little face beaming, and embraced Xian'er with a fragrant breeze.

"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 smiled helplessly, "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 gets the most favor from my husband. That 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 get any news about my husband's battles, you must send someone to tell me immediately." Qiaoqiao naturally agreed. The two discussed bringing their family to the capital for a while, then Qiaoqiao went off to do other things, 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 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 residence. 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 actually like the identity of a princess; her nature was still like that of a little devil from 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 enter, indicating that she should follow him into the temple to rest.

Xian'er had never been to Xiangguo Temple before, so it was naturally better to have someone guide her. 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 greeted respectfully

, hands clasped to his chest. Master Huikong glanced back at Xian'er and said softly, "Carry out Qin's request for leave and take her to the inner courtyard guest room." He then said apologetically to Xian'er, "Amitabha, Qin, this old monk still has to do his morning prayers, so I cannot guide you." Xian'er smiled brightly at Master Huikong and said, "It's alright! Master, you go ahead, this young 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 in a clear voice, "Princess, please follow this humble monk." He was just a young 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 downy hair still around his ears, and hair less than an inch long growing on his bald head. His wide monk's robe hung loosely on him.

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

What made you decide to become a monk?" This was the first time Wujing had received a pilgrim who was a princess, so he was naturally nervous. Hearing Xian'er's question, he quickly replied, "This humble monk has been a monk since childhood, following my master to cultivate the Buddha's heart in order to help those with affinity." "Hehe, you're so young, what do you know about the Buddha's heart?" Xian'er covered her mouth and chuckled. Wujing, hearing her laugh, looked up at Xian'er and saw her half-hidden cherry blossoms, her alluring eyes as red as the "drunken beauty" 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 said, feigning anger. Inwardly, however, she was secretly delighted, not expecting that this monk would be captivated by her. If an ordinary man stared at her like that, she might have drawn her sword to kill him.

But since it was just a young monk, Xian'er naturally wouldn't suspect him of any filthy thoughts. Wujing,

startled by Xian'er's scolding, quickly realized his mistake and muttered to himself: "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 and dared not speak, silently walking forward without even noticing that he had passed the guest room. The "great" benefactor

he was referring to was, of course, Sister An Biru, whom Lin San had seen during the competition for the title of Flower Queen at the Peony Garden. At that time, he even gestured to Lin San that An Biru's chest was very large.

Xian'er wasn't angry, but she saw the little novice monk walking forward silently, seemingly without direction. She asked in confusion, "Hey, little monk, why aren't we there yet?" Wujing was startled by Xian'er's question and realized that he had already passed the guest rooms, and ahead was... the outhouse! He was extremely embarrassed and didn't dare to look up at Xian'er. He hurriedly turned around and said, "Sorry, this humble monk has passed by!" Xian'er didn't expect him to suddenly turn around. She was curiously looking at her surroundings when she suddenly felt a hard object lightly bump against her chest. She quickly took two steps back and angrily said, "How dare you!" Wujing felt that his bald head was like a steamed bun, soft and perky, and even had a fragrance. A moment's thought made him realize what he had bumped into. He knelt down in panic, crying, "Princess, please forgive me! Princess, please forgive me!" Xian'er had only shouted angrily and knew that Wujing hadn't meant it. Her voice softened as she 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!" Just as Wujing was about to close the door and leave, 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 it conjured images of celestial maidens 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, calmly replying, "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.

Recognizing Master Huikong, Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief. She was completely naked; if there had been a thief, she didn't know what to do. She whispered, "Master, it's inconvenient for me to come out right now..." Before she could finish speaking, she heard Master Huikong say, "It's alright!" Then she saw a wooden tray fly in from behind the stone where she had loosened her clothes.

Xian'er, of course, dared not reach out to take it, fearing she might expose herself, and let the wooden tray fall into 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 wooden 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 wooden tray had flown so violently, yet the items on it remained untouched. Xian'er sighed, "Master, what skill..." Saying this, she wrapped the bath towel around herself and continued to enjoy her bath.

"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 virtuous monk; she wondered if he would break any precepts. If she tried to seduce him, how would this high monk react? Xian'er thought that if he harbored any improper thoughts, he would not deserve the title of a high monk.

Thinking of 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 and said, "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 when Master Huikong was not a monk, he was a romantic and talented man, quick-witted and intelligent. After converting to Buddhism, he comprehended Buddhist teachings due to his innate wisdom, which led him to become the enlightened monk he is today.

He dared not show the slightest disrespect in his tone and slowly said, "I wonder which passage 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 to relieve boredom... But Master, you're so far away, I can't hear you clearly, why don't you come over here..." There was no flirtatious intent in Xian'er's tone at this moment, making Master Huikong feel that she trusted him and was letting him come to the front.

"Amitabha! The saying goes, 'Do not look at what is improper.' Even in Buddhism, there is a precept against lust. Fools, come in! Emptiness is form. Then this old monk will close his eyes and go." With that, he tore a piece of gray cloth from his robe, blindfolded himself, and went to the pond.

Xian'er inwardly cursed: "Bullying oneself!" But she didn't show it, letting Master Huikong approach.

"Benefactor Qin..." Master Huikong said softly, "This old monk will tell you a story about Buddha cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle. Before Buddha became Buddha..." A well-known Buddhist story began to unfold in Master Huikong's mouth. Although Xian'er intended to tease the master, she listened attentively.

After the story was finished, Xian'er pouted. Her more than ten years of life in the White Lotus Sect had taught her the coldness of human nature, so she didn't believe there was such a compassionate person as Buddha, except for her lecherous husband. Recalling her past life as a little witch—murder, arson, and performing in brothels—a trace of sorrow lingered in her voice as she whispered, "I don't like this story. Let's choose another one..." Master Huikong seemed to know about Xian'er's past and dared not say more. He immediately said, "Then let me tell you a story about Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism. It is said that the Fifth Patriarch Hongren, knowing his death was imminent, wanted to choose a disciple to inherit his mantle. One day, while lecturing on Buddhist scriptures with his disciples, he saw a gentle breeze rustling the treetops and asked, 'Is it the tree that is moving, or the wind?' Two disciples argued, one saying the tree was moving, the other saying the wind was moving. As they argued, Huineng stood up and said,

'It is neither the tree nor the wind that is moving, but your minds that are moving.' Upon hearing this, Hongren knew that Huineng was the best candidate, and thus Huineng became the Sixth Patriarch. Amitabha..." Master Huikong finished speaking, seemingly moved, and sighed with his hands clasped together.

Xian'er moved to his side without him noticing, and suddenly removed his blindfold. Master Huikong opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see that Xian'er was covered only by a wet bath towel. Her flawless white skin blended seamlessly with the towel, and her face, flushed from soaking in the hot spring, was like a rosy peony, or a blush of rouge. Her high, firm breasts were wrapped in the towel, creating a deep cleavage, and two small, pink nipples, the size of peanuts, peeked through the towel. Her shapely, long thighs were soaking in the pool, tempting one to peek further.

Master Huikong blushed, feeling that his years of Buddhist practice had been ruined. He stared intently at Qin Xian'er, who resembled a fairy, muttering, "Fools, come in! Emptiness is form, form is not as good as emptiness, emptiness is not as good as form..." Xian'er's face also flushed. At this moment, she resembled a younger version of An Biru, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with spring, her fiery figure swaying in the steam. Though lacking An Biru's allure, she possessed a youthful purity and naiveté. She chuckled, "Master... is it me moving, or your eyes, or perhaps..." "...Your heart is fluttering?" Master Huikong, startled by her sweet, coquettish voice, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and stammered, "Amitabha, what a sin! A thousand years of cultivation, almost lost in a single day..." Xian'er moved closer to Master Huikong, her pert breasts almost touching his palms, and continued in a seductive voice, "Is it Master who is moved...?" "A monk does not lie, this old monk cannot speak, cannot speak..." Master Huikong said nervously, his voice, which had been unmoved for ages, now carrying a hint of excitement, a hint of guilt, and a hint of secret joy.

Xian'er was about to press him with a charming smile when she noticed a bulging tent appear on Master Huikong's robe, making the cross-legged master look as if he had an extra bowl in his arms, appearing extremely strange. Xian'er found it amusing; the old monk, who claimed to be an enlightened master, turned out to be a mere monk.

In the season of blooming flowers, a season of romance, Xian'er had just married, while Lin San had already gone to the battlefield. The newly blossoming flower needed its nourishment most, and every night, Xian'er felt an unbearable itch. At this moment, Xian'er looked at the bulge between Master Huikong's legs, and her heart fluttered. The comfort of the hot spring lowered her guard to its lowest point.

She smiled slyly, grabbed Master Huikong's sleeve, and pulled him into the water.

Master Huikong hadn't expected Xian'er to be so reckless, and struggled awkwardly in the water, but he heard Xian'er's seductive laughter. He wiped the spring water from his face, opened his eyes, and looked at Xian'er, only to see her covering her mouth and laughing softly, her breasts trembling with her laughter, creating waves of milk, her full, pert buttocks half-hidden, her straight legs crossed in the water.

Seeing Master Huikong staring at her blankly, his eyes filled with amazement but devoid of any lust, Xian'er turned and sat on a rock, crossing her legs. A fleeting glimpse of her cleavage revealed her delicate feet, which, still wet with water droplets, cascaded down from her ankles as she lifted them from the spring.

"Master..." Xian'er immediately adopted an innocent look, her voice naive as she said, "This humble woman is newly married, yet I suffer from sleepless nights. I wonder if Master would be willing to sacrifice himself, like Buddha offering his flesh to the eagle, to save me?" "Amitabha!" Master Huikong declared righteously, "The Buddha said, 'If I do not go to hell, who will?'" Xian'er put her index finger in her mouth, her delicate tongue sliding across her lips, then beckoned to the master. As if bewitched, Master Huikong slowly walked towards Xian'er. Xian'er, however, extended her delicate foot and pressed it against the master's chest, gently rubbing it.

Her smooth sole moved across the master's chest, slowly descending to his lower abdomen. Master Huikong gazed at Xian'er's translucent jade feet, her toes slightly red with water droplets, sliding against his body. A surge of heat rose in his heart, and his "living relic" abruptly hardened, striking Xian'er's ankle.

Xian'er felt her small foot touch something hard, as thick as a baby's arm, even hotter than the hot spring water. She giggled inwardly, making a move to reach down. Master Huikong tensed, about to meet her advances, when Xian'er suddenly bent her leg and kicked him back into the water. Confused,

Master Huikong struggled to his feet, only to hear Xian'er's voice: "Master, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. This humble girl is going ashore first, hehe..." With that, she straightened up and walked towards the shore.

Master Huikong was incredibly embarrassed, realizing Xian'er had deliberately teased him. Just as he was wondering how to handle the situation, he heard a cry of "Ouch!" Xian'er had carelessly stepped on a protruding rock, her small foot twisting, and her delicate body fell backward. Master Huikong hurried to the edge of the pool and caught Xian'er's falling body.

Xian'er felt a hot, thick, long object pressed against her buttocks, nestled perfectly in her cleft, making her weak and powerless.

Master Huikong, however, felt his own penis inserted into tender flesh, a tingling sensation spreading through his glans. At that moment, all he wanted was to immediately renounce his monastic life and experience the full spectrum of human existence.

"Master..." Xian'er was held in Master Huikong's arms, his large hand pressing against her full breasts. In her haste, the towel had been pulled off, revealing most of her flesh.

Master Huikong heard Xian'er speak and turned his head to look at her. He saw her cherry lips parting slightly, like the "drunken red" of a peony in a peony garden, tempting him to savor their beauty. His heart warmed, and he lowered his head to kiss Xian'er's small mouth.

The moment their lips touched, Xian'er's mind went blank, and she blankly let Master Huikong kiss her.

A smooth tongue entered Xian'er's mouth, wrapping around her fragrant tongue and sucking on it. Xian'er's suppressed desires were aroused in an instant, and her delicate tongue did not dare to lag behind, intertwining with the master's.

Master Huikong's heart pounded wildly. He never expected to encounter such a passionate affair after so many years of monastic life. He squinted and glanced at Xian'er out of the corner of his eye. He saw her stretch out her jade-like arms and wrap them around his neck. Because she was hooking her arms around him, her delicate breasts were even more prominent. Xian'er's eyes were tightly closed, her delicate nose breathing rapidly, her breath sweet as orchids.

After the kiss, their lips parted.

Xian'er looked at Master Huikong with hazy almond eyes, who was captivated by the desire in her gaze. His large hands cupped her breasts and began to knead them.

"Oh... Master, this woman is deeply sinful, having killed countless people... Hmm... Master, please enlighten me..." Xian'er said in a coquettish voice, watching her proud breasts being fondled.

"Benefactor Qin, as the Buddha is compassionate, I will surely sacrifice myself to relieve your suffering..." he said, kneading her breasts even more forcefully. Master Huikong felt as if his hands were playing with a pair of firm, full steamed buns, teasing Xian'er's pink nipples from time to time.

"Mmm... Gently..." 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, unwilling to be merely toyed with by Master Huikong, secretly reached her slender hand towards his crotch, grasped his throbbing penis, and began to stroke it back and forth.

"Master... Buddhist teachings are so profound... so thick..." Xian'er exclaimed in surprise at Master Huikong's size. The Master felt his penis enveloped by a delicate touch, the unbearable loneliness of over ten years now soothed by Xian'er's jade hand. With Xian'er's manipulation, his penis grew even thicker, thrusting menacingly in and out of her palm like a dragon emerging from its lair.

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

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

"Ugh... I'm not a vixen like Luo Ning... Master, subdue me... I'm your enchantress..." Xian'er turned back to Master Huikong with seductive eyes, her slender waist swaying in rhythm.

Master Huikong's nose was about to bleed; he couldn't hold back any longer. 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 honey hole seemed to come alive, only swallowing his penis deeper. He no longer held back his strength, thrusting hard, and plunged his entire penis into Xian'er's vagina.

"Oh...it's hitting the spot...my flower core is going to be shattered...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 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. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, thrusting wildly.

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

"Hmm...only 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 frantically thrust her serpentine waist backward, trying her best to swallow Master Huikong's penis deeper.

The two of them moved in unison, their lower bodies colliding. Master Huikong, aroused by Xian'er's acquiescence, pulled her jade-like legs onto his shoulders, licking her toes while thrusting his penis in and out.

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

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

"Master... ah, eat my toes... lick them..." Xian'er cried out in a seductive, intoxicating voice.

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

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

Xian'er murmured, "I'm about to come... Master, harder... I want it..." Master Huikong, his ambition ignited by Xian'er, mustered his remaining strength and thrust fiercely, climbing towards Xian'er's breasts, kneading them vigorously.

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

"Ah... Master... it's coming..." "Oh, benefactor... receive the Buddha's baptism..." Master Huikong's lower back throbbed, and a gush of hot semen sprayed from his glans, landing on Xian'er's vulva. Both groaned, reaching climax simultaneously.

From that day on, Xian'er resided in Xiangguo Temple, spending her leisure time offering incense and prayers for Lin San, and frequently seeking instruction in Buddhism from Master Huikong, listening to his teachings on Buddhist scriptures. Each time, Xian'er played a different role, from a female demon to Guanyin, from a nun to a Taoist nun, greatly benefiting Master Huikong.

Today, the two were deeply moved in the Buddhist hall. Xian'er's past was filled with hardship and turmoil, while Master Huikong had seen through the illusions of the world, achieving enlightenment. He 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...you old bald monk...look closely, I'm a demon..." "How can there be such a Buddhist demon..." "Oh...you old bald monk, you're so lucky...ah...you're so thick...it's bursting me..." Blush-inducing moans echoed from the Buddhist hall as the two shouted unrestrainedly, unaware that someone was watching from outside. The person wore a grey robe, which couldn't conceal her wasp waist and shapely hips; her long hair was coiled up, clearly indicating she practiced 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.

Since the Tao family's downfall, Tao Wanying was heartbroken and almost lost all will to live. On a whim, she registered at Qixia Temple and became a nun. However, she still longed for that wicked but kind man, Lin San. Therefore, she didn't shave her head, but practiced Buddhism with her hair still intact. A few days ago, Qixia Temple wanted to send a disciple to Xiangguo Temple to study Buddhism and seek scriptures. Tao Wanying, remembering that Lin San was also in the capital, volunteered to go to Xiangguo Temple.

At this moment, Tao Wanying was blushing as she watched the scene in the Buddhist hall, secretly sighing that Master Huikong was all talk and no action, a mere monk. When she saw the woman's face clearly, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't that Fairy from Ruyufang? Wasn't she with Lin San? How could she..." The moans in the Buddhist hall grew more and more passionate, making Tao Wanying's heart tremble and her lower body feel wet.

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

Tao Wanying was startled and turned around to see the young novice monk Wujing who had greeted her. In a daze, Wujing had already leaned in and hugged her from behind, placing his hands on her large breasts and kneading them irregularly.

"You... how dare you..." Tao Wanying was so weak from the kneading that she wanted to scold Wujing, but it turned into flirting.

"Senior sister...you're so big..." Wujing murmured, infatuated. Having already received 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 deliberately brought Tao Wanying here so that she could witness their lewd play and arouse her lust.

"You...oh...stop..." Tao Wanying's lust, already aroused by Master Huikong and Xian'er, suddenly erupted. She slowly succumbed to 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.

"Mmm...it's in...it's killing me..." "Senior sister...you're so beautiful..." "You little rascal...you've broken the precept against lust..." "Didn't senior sister break it too..." For a time, the Xiangguo Temple was filled with alluring spring colors, like the blooming of peonies in a garden. For several days, four days in a row, they exchanged Buddhist teachings in the temple, losing track of time . While Xian'er stayed at

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. ********** ... Upon hearing this, Qiaoqiao gestured for Qingshan to help carry the luggage, then said crisply to the madam, "Madam, the eldest and second young ladies are busy at the cloth shop and won't be back until noon." The 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 catch up with Qingshan first, I'm going back to my room to rest." Qiaoqiao blushed and obediently escorted the madam back to her room before going to find Qingshan. Lin San had gone to fight the Hu people, and the entire Lin mansion was peaceful and quiet. 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 young lady, and now that both daughters were grown up and had their own sweethearts, Madam Xiao, who had worried for half her life, was now enjoying a leisure she had never known before. Sitting on the bed, Madam Xiao stretched like a young girl, revealing the charm of a mature and beautiful woman. Unlike a young girl, her perfect figure was like a ripe peach, moist 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. Qiaoqiao happened to be going to Madam's room to wake her for dinner. Madam told Qiaoqiao her idea, and Qiaoqiao naturally agreed. She then took Qingshan and accompanied Madam to the Xu residence. At Xu Wei's residence, "Miss Guo!" Xu Wei greeted the guest with delight. As a favorite of the Emperor, he naturally knew about Madam Xiao's visit to the capital, but he hadn't expected her to come personally. Su Qinglian also 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 often interact with such high-ranking figures. Qiaoqiao was a little better, 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 replied hastily. Xu Wei stroked his beard and smiled, "No need to be so nervous. Just treat me like an ordinary elder. I heard you and that young man from the Luo family run a gang together, I think it's called the Hung Hing Gang?" "Yes, my brother-in-law taught me and Brother Luo how to manage it," Qingshan replied, his composure slightly softened. "Hehe, very good, very good..." Xu Wei had already guessed that this was another masterpiece by Lin San. After ordering tea to be served, he began chatting 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 their back-and-forth conversation, he occasionally offered some of his own insights, which, though not particularly profound, displayed youthful vigor. Gradually becoming more relaxed, Qingshan began to observe Xu Wei's residence. The surroundings were extremely simple, with only a handful of servants, a testament to Xu Wei's incorruptibility. From the other side, the sounds of laughter from Madam Xiao and Su Qinglian drifted over. Madam Xiao was, of course, well-known, and Su Qinglian, a former famous courtesan from West Lake, possessed a sweet voice like a nightingale's song, captivating and adding a touch of liveliness to the somewhat quiet Xu residence. Qingshan was surprised that Xu Wei, who looked so old, had such a beautiful and voluptuous wife, with graceful bearing and a touch of allure reminiscent of the Qinhuai River. He wondered if Xu Wei could handle the pleasures of such a beauty when they were intimate. Su Qinglian also noticed Qingshan looking at her and felt a secret delight. Since reuniting with Xu Wei, her years of sorrow had subsided. Coupled with the skincare treatments from the renowned physicians of the capital and Xu Zhiqin'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, though 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 leave. Qingshan, who was exchanging glances with Su Qinglian, was reluctant to part, but unable to stay, he could only return with Qiaoqiao and Madam Xiao. **************** Late at night, at the Xu residence. Xu Wei had drunk a couple more cups of tea while chatting with Qingshan that night. He 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 she too had gone to the outhouse. Without thinking much of it, he rushed towards it. As Xu Wei hurried towards the outhouse, he heard rustling sounds coming from behind the rockery, like clothes being rubbed together, accompanied by urgent breathing and sucking sounds. Startled, Xu Wei thought a lecherous thief had entered. He quickly approached to listen more closely, only to hear a "tsk tsk" sound like kissing, the sound of saliva mingling becoming increasingly clear. "Ah... um... Madam's saliva is so sweet..." a male voice rang out. Xu Wei was startled; 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, you naughty hand..." Hearing this voice, Xu Wei felt a surge of shock, anger, and shame, a mixture of emotions churning within him. 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, had become increasingly aroused 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 raised. "Madam, I'm coming..." Qingshan's voice trembled slightly. "Oh...you rascal, why did you suddenly go in...so deep, you're killing me..." Su Qinglian's voice, half satisfied and half coquettish, was deliberately lowered, yet sounded even more lewd. Old Xu was at a loss for words. He was about to confront them, but looking down at his unresponsive "little brother," filled with guilt and self-loathing, he shook his head and left. Only Dong Qingshan and Su Qinglian's voices remained behind him.

"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 time, Qin Xian'er, who had just finished her pilgrimage to Xiangguo Temple, also 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 come home through the back door.

"Lord Xu? Quiet, 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, why have you come to the Lin residence? Perhaps you need to use 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, 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 filled with 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 renovation, 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, and pushed open the door to look for 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 stopped Xu Wei, glancing at him shyly, and stammered, "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 didn't dare 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 also surprised by her own boldness, but having agreed to Xu Wei's request, she couldn't go back on her word and could only return to the bathroom to continue her shower. 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 shyness. He stood there, blushing, watching Madam Xiao's naked body, his penis throbbing again as before. He couldn't resist grasping his penis with his old hand, performing a shameful, back-and-forth motion.

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

The night air carried a hint of spring. Xu Wei stood outside the bathroom, watching Madam Xiao's bathing body, alone against the cold wind and his own clasped hands. In the Xu residence, the moans and gasps of Qingshan and Su Qinglian reached his ears, sometimes near, sometimes far. The couple, who were supposed to share a bed, were now releasing their pent-up desires onto 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 taking turns playing with you. My senior sister was almost killed by Hu Bugui on the deck... Hmm... You're so thick... It's swelling up to bursting 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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