Some people love Guo Fu

The stench of blood emanating from their mouths and noses, along with the groans drifting in from outside the yurt, was unmistakable. Each cry of pain and scream seemed to be a demonic chant entering his mind, causing Lü Wenhuan's entire body to tremble uncontrollably. He knew this wasn't fear, nor was it tension; it was the screams of his compatriots lashing at his soul. "Sanfu! Bring another jar of wine!" Before Sanfu could respond, a felt boot came into view. A quick glance revealed it was Ali Haiya. Lü Wenhuan forced a smile, giving him a complex expression that was neither a cry nor a laugh. "General Lü, I respect your six years of hardship in defending this isolated city, which finally brought your troops to your side and made you treat them with respect. Why have you disappointed me?" Lü Wenhuan slowly turned his head to look at Ali Haiya, his mind a jumble of emotions. He couldn't tell whether he should be grateful to him or hate him. In the Song Dynasty, civil officials were valued more than military officials. His subordinates and colleagues all addressed him as "Prefect" rather than "General." Looking at Ali Haiya's strong limbs and thick beard, he wondered if opening the gates of Xiangyang was the right or wrong thing to do, and what kind of future lay ahead with that opening. He rubbed his face hard before turning to Ali Haiya and saying, "I wonder where I have wronged you, General." Ali Haiya sized up his opponent, with whom he had fought for six years. In just one day, Lü Wenhuan's already sunken eyes were now dark and bloodshot, with almost no whites visible. Yet, he wore a neat purple court robe, and the gold fish-shaped pouch at his waist swayed gently. He then said, "General, you have defended this isolated city against me for six years, which is more than enough for the Song Dynasty. Why are you so reluctant to come with me to see the Princess and pay homage to the Great Khan?" Lü Wenhuan sighed inwardly and said, "I dare not accept such high office and generous gifts. I beg you, General, to have pity on my people and cease the slaughter. Please also spare this old man. I will live out my remaining days herding sheep in the northern deserts." Upon hearing this, Ali Haiya felt a surge of anger rising to his head. What? Oh, you've fought me for six years, causing the deaths of so many Mongol warriors, and you still pity your people? According to Laozi's men, they all wanted to massacre the city. Hmph, these Han Chinese are the most troublesome and convoluted people. They even want to go herd sheep beyond the Great Wall. What, are they imitating that… uh… Su Wu? The city gates are open, and they still want the Han Chinese's so-called "late-life integrity." They've already taken their pants off, and they think they're just going to enjoy the breeze? Thinking of this, Ali Haiya opened his mouth to curse, but then he saw the gold his subordinate was carrying, and suddenly he shuddered, remembering the princess's instructions. His face turned ashen, and finally he growled in a muffled voice, "Think about it carefully again. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Then he slammed the gold on the table in annoyance and strode away. A gust of cold wind howled in through the suddenly opened yurt, and Lü Wenhuan immediately shivered. What bothered him most was the pungent and increasingly thick smell of blood in the cold wind. As soon as Ali Hague left, Sanfu carried a wine jar into the yurt. Lü Wenhuan could no longer contain his sorrow, snatched the jar, and started drinking. For a moment, the only sound in the yurt was Lü Wenhuan gulping down the wine. He continued drinking until he seemed to be out of breath, then slammed the jar to the ground and gasped for air. Although his stomach was burning, he felt a little better. But as soon as he looked up, that slight relief vanished. He saw that Sanfu's face was covered in bruises, his robe was covered in footprints on the chest and abdomen, and the hem of the robe was stained with blood and mud. Sanfu had been in the household for over a decade, originally serving his elder brother Lü Wende. After Lü Wende's death, he took over serving Lü Wenhuan. He had watched his nephews and sons grow up. Lü Wenhuan hurriedly helped Sanfu up, asking, "Are you injured anywhere?" Sanfu, flattered, stood up, his voice trembling, "I'm fine. This bloodstain isn't mine; it's someone else's..." He trailed off, his voice weak. Lü Wenhuan felt a growing sorrow, both for the unknown bloodstain and for helping Sanfu up. Twenty years ago, while the court indulged in lavish entertainment, the household remained orderly. Ten years ago, the court was decadent, and the household gradually saw runaway servants. Five years ago, he himself was isolated in Xiangyang, like a horse being lassoed by the Mongols. His elder brother died after the loss of Fancheng, and the Lü family's fortunes began to decline. Servants either died fighting on the city walls or were forgotten. Had the family ultimately gone from a life of bustling activity to having only an old servant left to rely on? Lu Wenhuan helped Sanfu sit down and said, "Tonight, we are not master and servant, but drinking companions. Please join me for a few drinks." Sanfu hesitated for a moment, but eventually took two wine cups and poured himself some wine. Lu Wenhuan completely abandoned his usual scholarly demeanor, kicked off his official boots, and began to sip wine while looking up at the yurt. The yurt was both thick and thin; thick enough to block the February wind, but thin enough not to block heart-wrenching cries. Ali Haiya was robust, and robust men generally have strong desires: the desire to survive in battle, the desire to win against enemy generals, the desire to slaughter when conquering cities and annihilating families, and the desire that often drives them to their lower bodies during post-battle celebrations. But now, he felt no desire, because he wasn't sure if he had fulfilled the princess's instructions. After leaving Lü Wenhuan's place, he casually found a shelf, tore off a piece of meat with his teeth, and began to chew. Listening to the cries of pain on the shelf, he took a swig of mare's milk wine, which calmed the anger Lü Wenhuan had stirred in him. Then he headed towards Xiangyang Prefecture. Ali Haiya was having a lot of trouble with this campaign because of the princess. The princess was the only orphan left behind by the Great Khan's eldest son, Borjigin. Her eldest son had died young, and the Great Khan doted on this intelligent granddaughter, naming her Xue Chan, meaning wise and clever. Sometimes, when the princess's mischievous antics annoyed the Great Khan, she would only be scolded with "Xue Chegan," meaning petty cleverness. From a young age, the princess was almost obsessed with Han culture. She lived up to expectations, mastering the Four Books and Five Classics and the entire history of the Han Dynasty within a few years. She even gave herself a similar-sounding Han name based on her birth year: Xuehan. Having emptied the minds of her Han teachers, the seventeen-year-old Princess Xuehan eagerly took her letter of resignation and pleaded with the Khan, then arrived in Xiangyang. The intelligent Princess Xuehan had a very clear understanding: the Song Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, and its secondary capital, Lin'an, was in the east. If the Song Dynasty could be cut off from Xiangyang and Fancheng, it would severely damage the morale of the Song army. The Song court would be in a state of panic, and areas cut off from the court could perhaps be pacified with a simple proclamation. Moreover, the Xiangyang and Fancheng area contained the last remaining military force of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, Xiangyang and Fancheng were the key to everything! The last remaining Song military force there was the Lü family's military group. Although the highly respected Lü Wende was dead, Lü Wenhuan still saved a lot of trouble. "Princess, Ariqaya is back." Just as he was thinking this, he was interrupted by a voice from outside the door. "Come in." "Truly a pearl of the grasslands!" Ariqaya silently admired as he entered. No wonder he thought so; a seventeen-year-old girl was in the prime of her youth. Her features weren't as delicate as those of Han Chinese, but for some reason, her thick eyebrows didn't appear rugged but rather possessed a heroic air. Her eyelashes were long and curved, and her deep, bright eyes seemed to draw one's soul in with every glance, making one's heart feel as if brushed by her tiny eyelashes. Coupled with the refined air cultivated through years of study, neither Han nor Mongol would doubt her beauty. "How did things go? Did Lü Wenhuan agree to pay homage to the Khan in the north?" "Reporting to Princess, he still hasn't agreed. Not only has he not agreed, but he also…" Ariqaya then recounted his meeting with Lü Wenhuan. "Goldfish pouch?" Unexpectedly, the princess said something like that. Ariqaya froze, uttered "Yes," and dared not speak further. Princess Xuehan frowned and thought for a moment before speaking, "Teacher's health has been deteriorating this year." Ali Haiya, unsure how the princess's thoughts had jumped from the goldfish pouch to Liu Bingzhong, could only stammer, "Grand Tutor will surely be safe and sound." "Hmm, is Lü Wenhuan still staying in the yurt?" "Yes, the servants bring in the wine." "In that case, we need to take drastic measures. Send him the gifts I prepared." Lü Wenhuan, his face flushed, was completely disoriented. In truth, he wished he couldn't distinguish between good and evil, loyalty and treachery, and that others wouldn't be able to either. But even after a drunken stupor, he still felt a tightness in his chest, a suffocating pain. He knew he had failed, and then he lay on the couch, staring blankly at his hands. Sanfu, meanwhile, had already left before the master's deep-set eyes began to moisten. In his drunken stupor, Lü Wenhuan felt the world spinning. Though he lacked the strength to even stand, his mind seemed to have suddenly opened a channel, making many things crystal clear. Most clearly, he perceived the collapse of the social order. Before, he only saw the patricide and incestuous madmen under his rule as the collapse, and the sycophantic and deceitful officials in the court as the collapse. Now, he saw the true collapse outside his tent. He knew what was happening outside, what was unfolding, but he was powerless to stop it. He could only bury his head and close his eyes. "Thump!" A naked, fleshy worm was thrown in, its limbs bound behind its back, whimpering through the gag. Lü Wenhuan slapped his forehead, remembering to untie the man. He had witnessed the Mongols' binding techniques; if not untied overnight, the limbs would surely be crippled. But as he moved step by step towards the man with his short knife, he froze."Lady Yelü!" It turned out this beautiful young woman was none other than Guo Fu, the eldest daughter of the heroic couple Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who had died defending the city, and the wife of Yelü Qi, the leader of the Beggars' Sect! Upon hearing Lü Wenhuan's voice, Guo Fu struggled even more violently. Lü Wenhuan felt as if he had been stung all over his body, thinking to himself: "How vicious the Mongols are! If this night passes, not only will I have no place to stand in the Song Dynasty, but I will also be spat upon and cursed for a thousand years in the annals of history! Countless martial arts figures will want to grind my bones to dust!" Thinking this, Lü Wenhuan shuddered and quickly said to Guo Fu, "Lady Yelü, I will release you now. Do not believe the Yuan people's lies. Their blades are sharp; do not struggle." Guo Fu indeed calmed down. As soon as Lü Wenhuan untied the gag from Guo Fu's mouth, he heard her say hatefully, "Get something to cover yourself!" He then remembered that Guo Fu was still naked, and a surge of blood and alcohol rushed to his head. Dazed, he grabbed a sheet to cover Guo Fu's body and then took a knife to cut the ropes binding her limbs. But the more he looked at Guo Fu's white, lotus-root-like hands and feet, the more he remembered that patch of white flesh, and his heart pounded with lust.The first time he saw Guo Fu, she was only nine years old, yet she was already exceptionally beautiful. Her face was incredibly fair and delicate, like cream, seemingly about to drip water. Her eyes were bright and expressive, her eyebrows were long and slender, and her skin was as white as snow. Especially when she wore a red dress, her cheeks were made even more radiant. It's just a pity... Just as he was thinking this, he heard a cry of pain and realized that because he was distracted, he had already cut Guo Fu's arm. He quickly straightened his mind and started cutting the rope. The rope binding Guo Fu was made of tanned cowhide, which was very tough. Part of it had already embedded itself in her skin. Lü Wenhuan only dared to make a deep cut and said to Guo Fu, "Madam Yelü, it's difficult to cut it because it's embedded in the flesh. You can break free." To his surprise, with just one sentence, tears welled up in Guo Fu's eyes, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't call me Madam Yelü anymore. I... you can cut it off as you please." Lu Wenhuan immediately understood that Guo Fu probably already knew about Yelü Qi's matter. This woman was quite stubborn. He wondered how long she had been bound, and how she was probably too weak to break free, yet she didn't say so directly, insisting on cutting it off. Indeed, could a woman with a weak character have guarded the vast city of Xiangyang for twenty years? Thinking this, he couldn't bring himself to actually cut it off. Instead, he grabbed Guo Fu's arms, forcefully broke the ropes, got up to fetch some water, and then lay back down on the couch to rest. After a short while, he heard a rustling sound coming from Guo Fu's direction. Lu Wenhuan desperately tried to stop himself from thinking about how those sounds were produced, but the more he tried, the clearer the images in his mind became. He even imagined corresponding actions with every sound he heard… Suddenly, he felt his chest burn and his head heat up. His limbs, which had been weak from drinking, became stronger, and what he couldn't understand was that his previously blocked emotions began to ease. The sound of water wasn't loud, but Lu Wenhuan dared not indulge in that moment of relief and instead thought about the current situation. Although he had defended Xiangyang for six years, he was very self-aware. He knew he was neither a hero nor a great knight-errant. A month ago, Guo and Huang had both died in battle, and Xiangyang, already exhausted and starving, had finally lost its last bit of morale. With no other options, he could only open the city gates and surrender. Only after surrendering did he learn that Guo and Huang's good son-in-law, Yelü Qi, had betrayed them long ago because Kublai Khan had exonerated his father, Yelü Chucai. Even the deaths of Guo and Huang were closely related to Yelü Qi! Furthermore, given that the unsuspecting crowd entrusted Guo Polu to Yelü Qi to be taken out of Xiangyang but were murdered, Guo Fu, now knowing all this, would probably not care about his small matter of opening the city gate for the time being… "Clang!" A cold sensation on his neck. Opening his eyes, he saw Guo Fu, who had just finished washing, diligently wrapping herself in a sheet, her snow-white arms holding a sword. "Ye… Miss Guo, why is this?" "You traitor Lü, Xiangyang is the gateway to our Great Song Dynasty! My father and mother devoted half their lives to it, and now you have lost it all in one day! How can you face the world!" Lü Wenhuan was completely bewildered. Did Guo Fu know about Yelü Qi? If she did, why did she hate him so deeply? If she didn't, why did she tell him not to call her Lady Yelü? "Miss Guo, we both defended Xiangyang until its fall. Let me ask you, if I hadn't surrendered after the departure of Hero Guo and Heroine Huang, how long could Xiangyang have been defended?" "As long as we could!" "And then, after the Mongols are enraged, massacre the city?! Once the city falls, the swords will not be sheathed for days!!" "And now?! Isn't the wailing outside a form of slaughter?" The sharp sword had already cut through the skin of his neck. Lu Wenhuan, who had intended to verify Yelü Qi's actions, suddenly dared not move, nor dared to provoke Guo Fu any further, fearing that he would die in her anger. He could feel warm liquid sliding down his throat. Lu Wenhuan took two deep breaths, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the scarlet and purplish-red abdomen that had slipped between Guo Fu's legs, faintly visible through the sheets. Composing himself, he said, "Miss Guo, please put down your sword and listen to me. The Mongols promised to spare all the people in the city, only imposing an eleven-fold conscription order in the army..." "The army? The most dedicated and righteous people are all in the army. Is this how you treat your comrades? Are those women and children also in the army?" Guo Fu's cries were already hoarse and exhausted. "Those were accidents, a minority compared to the rest of the city..." "Then I should thank you? The majority of the city should thank you too? Thank you for burying the hopes of the Song Dynasty after more than two thousand days and nights of fighting, thank you for betraying your country and your comrades for the sake of your Lü family's legacy? Traitor to the country, ruining your family's reputation! It's you, Lü Wenhuan, Lü Xiaoliu!!!" Lü Wenhuan felt his head explode with a buzzing sound. Throughout history, people had always addressed each other by their official titles in public, like Liu Yuzhou or Li Shixiong. In private, they would use their courtesy names. Strangers would even use the respectful title "Your Excellency." Even those of higher status would address a commoner old man as "Old Man." Scholars were especially particular about this. They had studied hard for ten years to achieve official rank. Calling someone by their name was almost an insult, let alone by their nickname, especially since Lü Wenhuan was Guo Fu's elder! This blatant, pointed insult infuriated him, yet he was also filled with shame and indignation. He wondered how many more people would hurl such insults at him in the future… Barely suppressing his anger, Lü Wenhuan said bitterly, “Miss Guo, please don’t speak so hurtfully. I have failed my comrades and your father’s trust, but I have not failed you. If Xiangyang cannot be defended, it is mainly because of your good husband! Humph!” These words were like a drop of hot oil in water. Guo Fu’s eyes seemed to swell with blood. She said hatefully, “If you hadn’t betrayed Brother Qi, my brother wouldn’t have died so young. Brother Qi had no choice but to become a traitor to protect my brother’s body and his father’s reputation. I… I can understand him, but I cannot forgive him. Our marriage is over, but I don’t hate him. Only you, you villain! I will take your head to avenge my deceased parents and the enemy!!!” With that, she brought her sword down. Upon hearing this version of events, Lü Wenhuan was terrified. He thought to himself, “This is it!” His hands instinctively pushed Guo Fu away... Unexpectedly, his life, which he thought was over, was saved. Guo Fu, for some reason, coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground... Lü Wenhuan was stunned for a moment, then carefully kicked away the sword in Guo Fu's hand before squatting down to examine her closely. After looking at her twice, he noticed a blood blister between Guo Fu's legs and a purplish-black mark on her lower abdomen that vaguely resembled a palm print. Lü Wenhuan himself knew almost nothing about martial arts, but he had spent more than twenty years with a group of martial arts heroes amidst the clash of swords and bloodshed. He had learned some methods for strengthening his body and knew a general idea of the martial arts, styles, schools, and injuries of these martial artists. After carefully taking Guo Fu's pulse, he understood that Guo Fu's dantian had been shattered by a palm strike, and many of her meridians were also severely injured. No wonder she couldn't break free of the ropes, and no wonder she trembled when pointing the sword at him. Lu Wenhuan carried Guo Fu to the couch, then poured her a cup of tea. Sipping it, he pondered his next move. In enemy territory, his life and death were entirely in their hands; truth and falsehood were in their mouths. If they could deceive Guo Fu for a time with such blatant lies, deceiving the world wouldn't be difficult. His already tarnished reputation would be even more discredited. Countless Han Chinese loyal to the Song Dynasty would fight for his head, even a scholar with no physical strength. He would surely be proud to have been spat on, and to wash away his stain, he would have to persuade Guo Fu. But Guo Fu was headstrong and spoiled; even if she listened, she might not believe him, and even if she did, given her current injuries, there was no guarantee she wouldn't meet with some mishap. If Guo Fu died in his tent… For the first time, Lü Wenhuan began to ponder who was truly in charge behind the Mongols. Such elaborate schemes were not the forte of people like Ali Haiya and Liu Zheng, and even Zhang Hongfan couldn't possess such meticulous thinking. Great Song, you truly have it tough. Such enemies have appeared, and there's also a self-destructive rat like Minister Jia. Alas. Lü Wenhuan racked his brains but couldn't come up with a way out. It seemed the only way out was to follow the Mongols' path to the bitter end. He sighed inwardly, thinking it would have been better to follow Fan Wenshun's example—out of sight, out of mind. Now, he was caught in a life-or-death dilemma. Thinking this, he touched the wound on his neck. The wound wasn't large; he quickly applied some medicine, bandaged it, and then stared blankly at his sword. After a moment of random thoughts, Lü Wenhuan recalled the tumultuous decades that had passed in Xiangyang. He realized he had truly relied on his parents at home and his friends when he was away. In the past, his elder brother, Lü Wende, controlled the military and political affairs of the Lü family. Even when he himself governed Xiangyang, he had the strong support of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Now they were all gone. He lamented that if even one of them were still alive, he believed he wouldn't be considered a nobody by the Mongols. Even if Guo Jing, without an official position, were still alive, the Mongols would rather Guo Jing go north to pay homage than him, and he wouldn't be in such a predicament. Speaking of Guo Jing, he truly admired him immensely. A friend of decades, although he couldn't understand what Guo Jing was after, he had to respect his actions. It was a pity that he died in the end when the city fell, and his wife and daughters couldn't escape the tragedy. If he were Guo Jing, he would only be grateful to have died at the front, not having to witness the suffering of his wife and daughters, not having to hear of his son's tragic death. What was the point? There were clearly better opportunities to get his family out of this quagmire sooner. Guo Fu is the same; she lacks her father's honesty but is just as stubborn, and she lacks her mother's intelligence but is...She was so willful; if it weren't for her parents, I believe there would be more people who disliked her than liked her. After marriage, Guo Fu's temperament became a bit gentler, but judging from our interaction just now, her true nature had never changed. In Lü Wenhuan's memory, the bright-eyed, white-toothed, red-clad, spirited nine-year-old girl he met that year was the real Guo Fu; the brat who instigated Da Wu and Xiao Wu to urinate on his tiger tally was the real Guo Fu. Speaking of which, if Guo Fu herself... Forgive me, forgive me, I shouldn't think like that. This is a protective charm.The extraordinary woman of Xiangyang for twenty years, I shouldn't defile her from the bottom of my heart. Just as he was thinking this, Guo Fu on the bed woke up. Lü Wenhuan's mind was still a mess, and he spoke in despair: "Miss Guo, I knew you wouldn't believe me. It was my order to abandon Xiangyang. It's hard to say whether it was right or wrong, but I, Lü, am not the culprit in Xiangyang's current state. Please, Miss Guo, don't force me anymore." Guo Fu rubbed her head and sat up. "Forced? Were you forced to surrender by me? Was your betrayal of my brother also forced by someone?" "I was equally heartbroken by your brother's death, but I definitely didn't betray him!" "You old fool, you dare to do it but don't admit it! You are shameless!" "Miss Guo, there's no point in saying more. You should think more about what to do in the future. I heard that your sister has escaped and is traveling around. You should take good care of yourself and find an opportunity to go later." Guo Fu paused after hearing this, then gave a bitter laugh and angrily said, "Later? I have a later? You still want a later?" "Then what do you want?" "I want your old bastard's head!" Saying this, she lunged at Lü Wenhuan again. Lü Wenhuan was also somewhat annoyed, and he snatched Guo Fu's wrist away, coldly saying, "Just because Miss Guo is injured and ill!" These words added fuel to the fire. Guo Fu had been strong-willed and competitive since childhood. Once her temper flared up, she didn't care about strength or weakness. To put it simply, such a personality made her extremely stubborn, and when she was stubborn, she didn't care about the occasion or whether the situation was right or wrong. She was prone to doing things beyond her capabilities and causing trouble that she couldn't handle. The most famous example was Yang Guo's arm. So Guo Fu straightened up, her other hand half-clenched into a claw, and grabbed at Lü Wenhuan's head, the posture somewhat resembling the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. In just one exchange, Lü Wenhuan was covered in dirt and claw marks. Enraged, Lü Wenhuan grabbed Guo Fu's wrist and said coldly, "Miss Guo, I have been tolerant of you because you are all alone. Don't be ungrateful!" With that, he grabbed Guo Fu's wrist and threw her onto the bed. Just as he was wiping the scratches on his face, Guo Fu sprang up and charged at him again, as if she wanted to strangle him. He steeled himself and grabbed Guo Fu by the neck. Although this era wasn't as steeped in Neo-Confucianism as the Ming Dynasty, the separation of men and women was still strictly observed. While Guo Fu was considered a江湖儿女 (jianghu heroine/hermit), those who didn't adhere to such rules were generally undisciplined, while someone of Guo Fu's stature was definitely a monk with a temple, and couldn't deviate from traditional etiquette. It was like the larger the sect, the more rules it had. Guo Fu had lunged at him without any restraint, and now Lü Wenhuan was holding her by the neck like a chicken. Her snow-white body was so striking that Lü Wenhuan couldn't bear to look away. He verbally berated Guo Fu, "No manners, you're a disgrace to your parents," while simultaneously staring at her without letting go of her neck. To be honest, Guo Fu is in her prime now, with almond-shaped eyes and cherry lips, and a beautiful face. However, due to her injuries, her delicate eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and her cheeks are pale. If she had less of the strength in her expression, she would definitely give people a pitiful feeling, like Xi Shi clutching her heart. Lü Wenhuan threw Guo Fu onto the bed again, but still loosely held her neck, gently stroking the purplish discoloration on Guo Fu's lower abdomen. The sensation on her lower abdomen seemed to remind Guo Fu of something, and her eyes welled up with tears again in shame and anger. She retorted without restraint, "Lu Xiaoliu, I'm your niece! You've already abandoned loyalty and propriety, and now you're going to corrupt ethics and morals! You're truly birds of a feather with all the Mongols, a den of snakes and rats!!!" Lu Wenhuan recoiled as if burned, yet a strange impulse began to rise within him. "I've already abandoned loyalty and propriety, my conduct is dishonest, what difference does it make how much I've lost? This is my niece, this is my niece, this is my niece..." For some reason, the more he repeated, the more impulsive he became. "Hmph, how was this unruly brat raised? I... I should teach her a lesson..." Then his hand returned to Guo Fu's lower abdomen, gently caressing it, his gaze following his hand. He had previously avoided looking closely at her body, but now, upon closer inspection, he discovered that Guo Fu was actually a celibate! He secretly wondered if Yelü Qi's defection from the Song Dynasty was just to escape the White Tiger Demon. Seeing that Lü Wenhuan remained unruly despite her scolding, Guo Fu felt a pang of sorrow. She assumed he was as ruthless as the Mongols, capable of beastly acts, and feared she would not only be humiliated but also reduced to a two-legged sheep. She struggled on, her mouth pounding with curses: "Lü Wenhuan, you have a family tradition of scholarship, and my late father, who knew you for twenty years, failed to see through your family's lack of manners, shame, benevolence, and integrity. You are a man-eating wolf, Lü Xiaoliu… ah…" Lü Wenhuan, who had been feeling uneasy, was enraged by these insults. Before he could even think, his hand moved, slapping Guo Fu's pale mons pubis. Guo Fu, deeply humiliated, cried out in a shrill voice, as if her breath was being forced from her chest, sharp enough to pierce eardrums. He didn't know what possessed him, but he slapped the paper again, then rubbed his palm together. Only then did his mind realize what he had done, and he lowered his head, as if his ancestors were three feet above him. But as soon as he lowered his head, he couldn't help but recall the profound truths he had studied day and night. Others could look up at the bright moon and down at their hometown, but he couldn't shake off the shame no matter how he looked up or down. He raised his arm and covered his face with his sleeve. It was then that he understood why scholars often covered their faces with their sleeves when they were overwhelmed with shame and indignation. He wondered if that Master Jia ever had a time when he covered his face with his sleeves, but judging from Master Jia's ruthless and unscrupulous nature, he probably didn't. It seemed that he still had his bottom line. He tried to comfort himself with this thought, but only felt more embarrassed. He covered his face with his sleeve, but the sweet, metallic scent of Guo Fu on his hands kept wafting into his nose. Lü Wenhuan knew it was just blood from Guo Fu's damaged dantian, but scratching it only fueled his desire; his groin was already erect, though his sleeve concealed it… Lü Wenhuan stuck out his tongue, angrily cursing that it was just blood, as filthy as menstrual blood, and calling him a pervert. He was immediately kicked down by another Lü Wenhuan, who was now gesticulating wildly, his elation like oil being poured on a hot fire. Yes, oil being poured on a hot fire, Lü Wenhuan told himself. It was oil, so it wasn't filthy, not perverted… and he stuck out his tongue again. At this moment, Lü Wenhuan no longer thought about the bitterness of his country's suffering, nor about how to bear the humiliation of being recorded in history. His instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune suddenly made his blocked emotions seem to clear up considerably. He didn't even realize that the path he was taking was slowly beginning to veer off course… Guo Fu, breathless from cursing, finally burst into tears, still muttering curses at Lü Wenhuan, tears streaming down her face. Although Guo Fu was impulsive, she wasn't stupid. But at this moment, she dared not think, dared not think about the humiliation she would suffer, dared not think about how many others were enduring such humiliation. She knew the outcome, but dared not think about the process, even her heart skipped a beat… Mother, her mother was over sixty years old, her mother died in battle, it couldn't be, it couldn't be… Lü Wenhuan ultimately didn't savor the taste any longer. He simply wiped his lips clean with a flushed face and began to caress Guo Fu's white vulva again. His hand, which had been loosely around Guo Fu's neck, moved towards her tender breasts. He could tell that Guo Fu was exhausted and helpless, completely at his mercy. Guo Fu's breasts weren't large, but they were shaped like peaches. At thirty-one years old, due to years of martial arts training, her chest was firm and her waist was incredibly elastic. To verify this, Lü Wenhuan lowered his head and began to nibble on her side. Sure enough, the texture was firm and smooth. Lü Wenhuan believed that with such firm flesh and skin comparable to silk, this woman was definitely a top-quality woman. Suddenly, a lot of verbs related to elasticity popped into Lü Wenhuan's mind: squeeze, squeeze, swallow, spit... He couldn't take it anymore. It was as if the fleshy root beneath him, fueled by the alcohol, was hot and swollen. Guo Fu was in even worse shape. The place Lü Wenhuan was biting was too indecent and cruel, right near her waist. The pain in her waist muscles, the tingling and itchy feeling in her waist, and the waves of humiliation she felt were all mixed together. She wanted to cry, but she also wanted to laugh because of the itch. If she laughed in this humiliation, it would be like slapping herself in the face. The tingling sensation was constantly draining her already meager strength, and even her curses sounded more like murmurs. Guo Fu simply shut her mouth. Lu Wenhuan raised his head, his right hand forming a palm, index finger pressing tightly against ring finger, and then using the pad of his middle finger to slide along Guo Fu's pinkish-white flesh. The blood smelled rusty and fishy, but anyone who's ever had a cut nose knows that once blood dries, it feels incredibly dry to the touch and in the nose. But in that fleshy crevice, before it could dry, the body's powerful self-protective mechanism lubricated it again. Lu Wenhuan couldn't distinguish what that sticky fluid was, but he could see the liquid seeping from the crevice gradually becoming clearer. A flick of that sticky fluid onto the pearl-like nipple at the tip of the crevice sent goosebumps running down Guo Fu's body, so much so that the nipples embedded in the peaks of her breasts, which he was rubbing with his left hand, gradually hardened and protruded… like bamboo shoots sprouting after rain. "I should have followed Fan Wenshun's example and hanged myself," Guo Fu thought. Either way, she was in a dilemma—clamping her legs together or opening them wide was impossible. She could only remain silent and pretend to be dead.She hoped to dampen Lü Wenhuan's enthusiasm, but she knew perfectly well the true reaction in her lower body—a feeling of utter shame and indignation she had never experienced before. Starting from her lower back, it was as if a floodgate had been opened, and an uncontrollable desire and slippery fluids poured out. When her clitoris was rubbed, Guo Fu arched her body and clamped her legs together as if in a knee-jerk reflex. Waves of sensation engulfed her like heat, an internal and external feeling that was impossible to defend against or remain indifferent to. Because her body was so weak, her eyes grew increasingly sore, and hot tears streamed down her face. Women are truly made of water, Lu Wenhuan sighed inwardly. The sweat and tears Guo Fu shed from being thrown into the tent, plus the honey squeezed from her scallop, seemed endless. Rubbing her clitoris, Lu Wenhuan lowered his head again and gently licked the purplish handprint. Guo Fu didn't react, so Lu Wenhuan licked it with peace of mind. In the animal kingdom, exposing one's belly represents submission, because the belly of most animals is a weak point. The same is true for these martial arts practitioners. When fighting, leaving one's chest and abdomen wide open is exposing one's weak points. Lu Wenhuan circled his tongue inside Guo Fu's navel, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment. Guo Fu kept crying, first from humiliation, and now from anxiety and anger. Why did Lü Wenhuan always like to gnaw on such obscure places, like her waist and navel? Why did he have to gnaw on her like that? Why did he have to gnaw on her like that? He might as well just go in and out and vent his anger, then drag her out and kill her. No, no, no more! Guo Fu couldn't hold back any longer. She curled up and used her legs to trap Lü Wenhuan's head between her chest and her body. Waves of shivering sensation spread from her lower body, echoing in her clitoris and lower abdomen. Layers of pleasure finally overwhelmed Guo Fu... After her small ejaculation, Guo Fu's eyes were unfocused. Lü Wenhuan pulled his head away and took the opportunity to strip down to only his underwear. He then took a wooden basin of water and wine and began to clean Guo Fu's lower body. The stimulation of the wine brought Guo Fu back to her senses. She looked up at the blood clots on her lower body and Lü Wenhuan muttered, "It has cleared the blood stasis and promoted blood circulation. With the blood clots expelled, your injuries will heal faster." Upon hearing this, Guo Fu collapsed onto the couch, seemingly talking to herself, "Will I even live to see my injuries heal? And even if I do, what then?" Then she remembered her navel, the location of her dantian. She had been violated for so long not only in her private parts, but also in the vital points and pride of a martial artist. Just then, she felt herself being turned around, and her legs were being hoisted onto Lü Wenhuan's shoulders. Looking down, she saw Lü Wenhuan with his head down, one hand holding his thick, hard penis, rubbing it against her entrance. Guo Fu quickly braced herself against Lü Wenhuan's knees, crying out in a pitiful voice, "For the sake of us being Han Chinese, kill me afterwards! Don't let me suffer the humiliation of being a two-legged sheep!" As she finished speaking, her heart grew even more desolate. She had no room for negotiation or conditions left; she could only hope that Lü Wenhuan still had a shred of compassion and would grant her a quick death. Upon hearing this, Lü Wenhuan froze, a sudden realization flashing through his mind: What am I doing… destroying everything I've ever had—family, morality, even my sense of shame…? Looking at Guo Fu beneath him, a bitter feeling welled up inside him. He had already destroyed it all… From the moment he stepped into the Mongol camp, there was no turning back. He dared not look Guo Fu in the eye, only lowering his head and muttering, “You are my niece.” His intention was to comfort Guo Fu, to assure her that he would do everything in his power to protect her, but for some reason, as soon as the words left his mouth, his penis seemed to grow even thicker. Guo Fu, for reasons unknown, gave a sorrowful smile and adopted a posture of resignation, as if offering her neck for execution. His penis was already throbbing painfully, and lust had once again taken over his mind. With one hand, he pried open Guo Fu's labia, and with the other, he pushed his glans into her fleshy crevice. As soon as his glans entered, he felt as if he were being constricted. He took a deep breath, and with a thrust of his plump waist, most of his penis went in. But strangely, a woman's vagina is usually only tight at the entrance, like a leather band, and loosens up once inside. With slow movement, the entrance gradually relaxes. Some special vaginas are loose at the entrance but tight inside, and these are considered rare and precious. In the past, Lü Wenhuan was practically a patron of all the brothels in Xiangyang. But Guo Fu's vagina really startled him. It wasn't loose or tight after he went in; it felt like he was wearing another layer of leather bands, as if two layers of leather bands were each wrapped around his penis. Half of his penis felt like it was being squeezed into three sections by the two leather bands, especially the one under the glans. A tingling sensation scraped against his bones, and Lü Wenhuan's legs went weak. Calming himself, Lü Wenhuan pressed his tongue against his lower jaw and focused his energy in his dantian. He slowly thrust deeper, but this time it was even more intense. He hadn't gone in far when he felt his penis being encased in another layer of leather straps, and it seemed to have reached Guo Fu's clitoris. This was a real problem. His whole body felt numb, as if a thousand ants were biting him. What was going on? Had he already reached the bottom after only going in halfway? The three leather straps were precisely positioned at the entrance of her vagina, one constricting the root of his penis, and one on the glans and shaft. Adding to this, the unexpectedly shallow clitoris was biting and sucking at the glans, almost causing him to ejaculate. Lü Wenhuan dared not move again, so he bent down and hugged her, his slightly plump abdomen pressed tightly against hers. He buried his face in Guo Fu's ear, breathing heavily, slowly easing his urges while comparing it to the famous vaginas he had encountered before—a winding, treacherous passage? No, the sheep intestines are winding, this one is straight. The overlapping peaks should be deep, not this shallow. Three paths, three pearls of spring water, the heart of the flower should be hidden. Damn it, it was already unexpected that it was a white tiger, but I almost stumbled. After thinking it over, it seems that it is none of the categories. It is something I have never encountered before. I secretly rejoiced and enjoyed it with peace of mind. Lu Wenhuan rubbed Guo Fu's breasts with one hand and caressed Guo Fu's peach cheeks with the other, his lower body moving restlessly. Guo Fu was even more upset at this moment. After marriage, she knew that she was sensitive, but Yelü Qi always finished in a hurry for some reason. Sometimes he even ejaculated violently as soon as he entered. He couldn't understand why, so Yelü Qi gradually had less sex with her, so they had been unable to have children after marriage. As soon as Lü Wenhuan entered, Guo Fu cried out in pain. Although Lü Wenhuan's penis was older and not as hard as Yelü Qi's, it was more than twice as thick. Guo Fu felt as if she was about to be torn apart, and couldn't help but think of the two-legged sheep outside the door with their lower bodies inserted into wooden stakes. She immediately felt a chill run down her spine, and her vagina tightened even more. Lü Wenhuan had barely caught his breath when he felt his penis being sucked. His instinct to ejaculate made him disregard whether the woman beneath him could bear it. He thrust his glans into her clitoris... Unexpectedly, the more his glans pushed into her clitoris, the deeper it went. The entire vaginal canal seemed to be stretched and lengthened. Although it became even tighter, the three leather bands that had been tightly constricting his penis seemed to have disappeared... With the pressure greatly reduced, he managed to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Looking at Guo Fu again, her expression was one of plaintive lamentation. Only then did Lü Wenhuan notice that Guo Fu's figure was much rounder than that of an average woman, and her navel was much lower. No wonder her flower core was short but her inner world was vast. Suppressing the urge to ejaculate, Lü Wenhuan began to move cautiously again. After only a dozen or so thrusts, he had a slight understanding of the wonderful instrument he was enjoying. If he thrust in suddenly and then slowly in and out, the three leather straps seemed to disappear, and the thick fleshy hole would slowly swallow his entire penis to reach her flower core. But if he was too hasty, it would immediately bind his penis like a binding rope. After trying a dozen or so times, Lü Wenhuan relaxed and began to ride her with ease, thrusting in and out slowly, then in and out slowly, giving him a different kind of pleasure with each thrust. For Lü Wenhuan, it was like three gates of life and death; for Guo Fu, it was like three strings of a musical instrument piercing her heart. Each time it was plucked, a shiver of fear, emanating from the depths of her heart and lungs, spread throughout her body like waves. The hot breath that kept blowing into her ears was like adding fuel to the fire. Guo Fu kept her eyes tightly closed, using all her strength. Her hands, twisting the sheets, turned white at the knuckles. The man's hot sweat dripped onto her body. Guo Fu herself couldn't explain what she was holding on to. She knew that the slippery fluids in her lower body had already betrayed her, but she still gritted her teeth and told herself that she should lose as much face as possible. Already aroused, Lü Wenhuan glanced at the bedside table, grabbed a jug of mare's milk wine, moistened his lips, and then poured it onto the penis that was thrusting in and out of Guo Fu's vagina. Guo Fu, who had been struggling to endure, suddenly felt the cold and cried out, "Ah..." Her voice, however, was full of seductive allure. Once she opened her mouth, she could no longer hold back, biting her lip and moaning softly. Lü Wenhuan smiled smugly, finding this game uniquely alluring, and began to pour the cold mare's milk wine over the penis. The wine smeared both of their lower bodies, becoming increasingly viscous with each thrust, eventually foaming white. The stark contrast between the cold wine on the outside and the hot vaginal cavity inside made Lü Wenhuan feel like he was in heaven. He flipped Guo Fu, who was as soft as a noodle, and continued the thrusting and pouring of wine. Guo Fu, attacked and penetrated from behind by Lü Wenhuan, felt like an animal, not only in a position similar to his but also being doused with wine! As she pondered, she felt a burning sensation in her cavity from the friction of the wine-soaked penis. Turning back, she glared hatefully at the man who was thrusting and throbbing, only to receive a sharp slap on her buttocks. Lü Wenhuan leaned close to Guo Fu's ear and whispered, "Little red horse, giddy up!" Guo Fu felt an urge to kill him now, even more so than when she was thrown into the tent. She did love wearing red, that was true, but just when she thought he was treating her like livestock, he said this—it was infuriating! But she underestimated...Lü Wenhuan. The Mongols, having long resided beyond the Great Wall, were unfamiliar with crafting utensils and relied heavily on trade. Therefore, their wares were often quite old; for example, this wine pot's spout was worn smooth and rounded. Using the slippery, white liquid that was of indeterminate composition, Lü Wenhuan casually shoved the spout into Guo Fu's anus… Guo Fu struggled and jumped like a fish on a chopping board, screaming, "You're not human! You're not human!" Lu Wenhuan held Guo Fu's hands behind her back, thrusting into her roughly. She had brought this upon herself; the icy milk wine had tightened her vaginal canal several times over. The three leather straps that were barely visible before were now even more tightly constricted. Lu Wenhuan's forehead veins bulged as he struggled to thrust, making Guo Fu even more uncomfortable. Each thrust felt like a bellows; as the penis withdrew, her body sucked milk wine from the wine jug into her anus. Guo Fu felt as if her lower body no longer belonged to her; the burning heat of the penis seared her vagina, while the icy milk wine poured over her anus. Desire was like a vast ocean, and she felt like a struggling small boat being swallowed by a whirlpool, her consciousness blurring… The squeezing sensation from his penis made Lü Wenhuan unable to hold back any longer. He simply let go of his inhibitions and began thrusting in and out with great force, each time pulling all the way in and out. This rapid in-and-out motion, which he had never dared to try before, quickly drained Lü Wenhuan's last bit of strength and clarity. He then forcefully thrust himself into Guo Fu, roaring as he felt the throbbing of his penis... The sucking sensation from her clitoris made him dizzy, wishing he could just faint on this woman. When his penis stopped throbbing, Lü Wenhuan laughed. He knew he had thoroughly irrigated the deepest part of his little niece Guo Fu's flower garden. He didn't know how much time had passed when Lü Wenhuan kissed Guo Fu's earlobe, got up, and found the wine jug empty. He pulled out the spout and watched as Guo Fu's front and back orifices both oozed thick white fluid, a deep sense of satisfaction filling his heart. Lu Wenhuan poured himself a cup of tea, took a couple of sips, and was about to call Guo Fu to get up and clean her up when he turned her over. But when he looked at her, it was as if he'd been doused with cold water. He'd thought Guo Fu was just barely conscious from pleasure, but she was barely breathing, her face deathly pale, and her thick, white fluid was tinged with crimson. Lu Wenhuan swayed, grabbed the table, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Doctor! Doctor!!" The curtain was lifted, and Ali Haiya entered. Ali Haiya sized up Lu Wenhuan, then looked at Guo Fu on the bed and the mess, gave a strange smile, and said to Lu Wenhuan, "The warriors of the grasslands are skilled at herding sheep and hunting, but when it comes to chivalry, you Song people are far superior. I'll go to the army to fetch a doctor for you." Without waiting for Lu Wenhuan's reply, he rode off. "How is it?" "Reporting to Your Highness, Lü Wenhuan has already fallen into the trap." Ali Haiya said, then gave a brief description to Princess Xuehan. He then asked, "Your Highness, I wonder which woman…?" "Heh, interesting. That woman has a special identity. Since she's been somewhat useful, send a few doctors over." "Yes, Your Highness, I'll arrange it immediately." The dim night, the sweet, fishy evening breeze, the crescent moon in the cold winter like a blade, or a bow bent towards the earth. [The End]

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