[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 19-21

Chapter 101 The Flower Feast (Slightly Spicy)

Someone pushed open the door and left. A magnificent robe of snow-blue embroidered orchids silently swept across the threshold, heading towards the deep red curtain where a figure was moving.

One step, two steps, three steps… without a sound.

The man buried his face in the girl's neck raised his charming face. By the light of the candle, he easily recognized the figure outside the curtain. In fact, he didn't need to look; just smelling the familiar floral scent, he guessed who it was.

"You're back?" He smiled slightly. He spoke calmly without any panic, while his member thrust deeply into Nu Sang'er's body once more.

"Ugh… Husband… Waaah…" Nu Sang'er sniffled her red nose, as if she also smelled that familiar scent. She weakly raised her head and called out pitifully to the figure outside the curtain.

A pair of slender white fingers lifted the crimson curtains, hanging them on silver hooks on either side. Hua Duzhuo watched as the two figures, now fully revealed, were tightly intertwined. Her eyes flickered, but she said nothing. She simply turned and sat down at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.

"What, aren't you angry? Do you really want to break my hand in real life? Just like you did to Mei Niang?" Zi Buyu grabbed the sobbing Nu Sang'er from the bed, made her kneel on the bed, then tightly embraced her waist, and thrust heavily into her from behind, instantly stretching her small anus to its limit.

"Ah... ooh... um..."

Hua Duzhuo glanced back at the beautiful spring scenery before him, but the smile on his lips didn't seem to care much. Instead, it was a seductive smile. "Sharing a woman with that kind of man is a disgrace to me, which is why I taught Mei Niang a lesson. As for sharing a woman with you, I won't care too much."

"So, I should be grateful that the Second Master thinks highly of me?" Zi Buyu chuckled, his large hands forcefully squeezing the woman's breasts in his arms, kneading them into various shapes in his palms, quickly leaving red marks on them.

"Mmm... ooh... Husband... husband..." Nu Sang'er knelt on the bed, her face flushed. Her snow-white body swayed violently back and forth with the man's vigorous thrusts behind her, but her watery eyes remained fixed on Hua Duzhuo. She moaned intermittently, turning her head towards a porcelain plate on the table, panting and choking out, "...Husband... that's the sesame seed and egg dish you wanted... Lian'er... it's ready..."

Hearing this, Hua Duzhuo was startled. He followed her clear gaze and saw a plate of cooled sesame seed and egg dish on the table beside him. The color was no longer the golden hue of freshly made sesame seed and egg dish, but rather hard and cold.

He tried to pick up a piece and taste it. It was cold and hard, completely tasteless, but... he didn't stop eating. He simply swallowed the completely cold sesame seed and egg dish piece by piece, oblivious to everyone else.

The moans of a man and woman making love behind him rose and fell, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, constantly reaching his ears. He paid no heed, merely casually picking up food with his chopsticks, until the man behind him thrust violently a few times, then suddenly let out a high-pitched growl, followed by a series of sighs and gasps. Only then did he put down his chopsticks, turn around, and look at the man lying on the bed with a smile, saying, "Boss, did you have a great time tonight? Haven't you enjoyed this kind of soul-stirring feeling in a long time?"

"So what if I did, so what if I didn't?" Zi Buyu got off Nu Sang'er from behind, lay on his side on the bed, propped his head up with his hand, and looked at him with a wicked smile. His eyes, which were full of knowledge about human affairs, held a deep and mysterious smile.

Hua Duzhuo lowered his head and coughed a few times as if to himself, saying, "I think since Luo Yu died, you haven't felt this intense pleasure again, and neither have I. Such a good thing, why don't we keep it for ourselves instead of letting outsiders have it?"

"Heh, Hua Duzhuo, what you're trying to say is that you don't want her to participate in the 'Flower-Picking Banquet,' you don't want her to be the top courtesan of our Drunken Dance Shenxiang Pavilion, is that it?" Zi Buyu coldly curled his lips and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Hua Duzhuo answered readily.

"Don't forget that it was you and Mei Niang who wanted her to be the top courtesan, to train her into our cash cow. Are you going to change your mind again?"

"So what if I am? Can't I take back what I've said?" Hua Duzhuo twirled his chopsticks indifferently, his tone laced with a hint of roguishness.

Zi Buyu stared at him for a long time with a gloomy expression, then sneered and said, "If you said something else, I'm afraid it wouldn't be entirely impossible to take it back, but I've already had the invitations for the 'Flower-Picking Banquet' sent out, and the date is only a few days away. In such a short time, where do you expect me to find a suitable person to deal with everyone? Besides, if we rashly ridicule this 'Flower-Picking Banquet,' wouldn't the reputation of Drunken Dance Shenxiang Pavilion be greatly damaged?"

"...You really have to do this?" Hua Duzhuo heard his undeniable voice, and his expression turned cold, his smile becoming somewhat stiff.

"This Drunken Dance Shenxiang Pavilion was a gift from my adoptive father, Wanqi'e, who personally inscribed the name. I will not let it be destroyed in my hands. Forgive me for not being able to consider our brotherly and friendly relationship..." Zi Buyu said resolutely, his face dark with coldness. He then put on his clothes, got out of bed, and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he paused, glanced back at them, and then turned back to say, "'The Flower-Picking Banquet' will definitely proceed as scheduled. You should help him prepare these next few days." As

soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door slammed shut with a loud bang. Hua Duzhuo looked at the tightly closed door, snorted disdainfully, bit a chopstick in his hand, and said with a cool smile, "...Zi Buyu...Since you won't let me have an easy time, then you won't have an easy time either. I want to see who will have the last laugh."

Five days later.

The Mu Huai River was filled with flower boats. Many refined scholars and gentry arrived by boat, each adorned with flowers. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blossoms and water plants across the lake, intoxicating all who beheld it.

The beautiful women on the boats, dressed in their finest attire, their eyes sparkling with allure, tempted men to embrace them and kiss them. Inside the

Drunken Dance Pavilion, the crowd surged, a deafening cacophony of applause and cheers rising and falling. The intoxicating and exotic aroma of wine permeated the luxurious pavilion like smoke, bewitching the senses and stirring the desires of the spectators.

As the erotic and seductive music began, the elegantly dressed courtesans danced like butterflies, drawing thunderous applause and incessant cheers from the onlookers.

After half a day of this hedonistic revelry, some onlookers grew impatient. One man, around forty years old, shouted at the man standing in the center of the hall, dressed in fine clothes and exuding an air of grandeur, "Hey, Boss, we've had our drinks and watched our dance, but why hasn't your brothel's new courtesan come out yet?! We've come here specifically for her! Hurry up and let her out! We can't wait any longer!!!"

"Master Lin, please be patient, she'll be here soon!" Zi Buyu said slowly and deliberately, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His dimly lit eyes subtly scanned the surroundings. Although Lian'er was still in the brothel, Hua Duzhuo hadn't shown himself yet. What was he up to?

"Yes! Boss! Hurry up and let the young lady out! We've heard she's quite beautiful!" The crowd seemed unwilling to accept this perfunctory response and began to jeer.

"Yes, make her come out! We want to see the courtesan! We want to see the courtesan!!"

"Courtesan, come out! Courtesan, come out!!"

"Come out so we can see you, come out now

!" "Come out!! Come out!!"

Zi Buyu frowned slightly at the noisy scene. Usually, Hua Duzhuo would handle things like this; his shrewd eyes would dart around, and a few words from his thin lips would be enough to resolve everything perfectly. Why would he need to deal with it now? But Hua Duzhuo refused to come out, clearly sulking… Did he

want to see him embarrassed? Not so easy! Zi Buyu's face darkened. He suddenly raised his arm, flicked his sleeve, and smashed the cup in his hand to the ground.

The ear-piercing sound of the cup shattering instantly silenced the scene. Looking at Zi Buyu's dark expression, everyone dared not make a move, staring at him in fear.

Zi Buyu swept his piercing, almost piercingly charming eyes over the crowd, then turned and gave a meaningful look to the woman behind him.

The man understood and turned to enter through the deep purple curtain. Soon, a series of clear, melodious zither notes, like flowing clouds and water, drifted from outside. The music, both ethereal and alluring, was filled with longing and lamentation, like weeping and pleading, instantly captivating everyone present. Even the loudest voices from before fell silent, listening intently to the heavenly music as if bewitched.

After an unknown amount of time, the music abruptly stopped, the curtain opened, and a beautiful young woman, adorned with vibrant red jewels and wearing a striking red peony dress, emerged, surrounded by several maids.

Her clothes were incredibly thin, a gossamer-thin veil draped over her bare, snow-white skin, and her light blue bodice was also as thin as a gossamer wing, revealing glimpses of her crimson nipples.

The crowd froze for a moment, then suddenly erupted into a frenzy, showering praise upon praise as people showered her with money and cheered, "Beautiful! Truly pure as a lotus, so lovely!

" "Yes, so beautiful, such a beautiful little beauty!"

"Little beauty, come down here and let us gentlemen give you a kiss!"

At that moment, a man on the second floor, who had been leisurely sipping tea and gazing down at the woman emerging from behind the curtain, suddenly froze, his pupils constricting, and even his fingers tightened around his teacup, oblivious to the scalding tea splashing onto his hand.

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Author's Note:

Whenever I lack motivation to write, seeing everyone's comments and gifts gives me renewed energy, especially after reading Cat Doll's comment... The happiest thing every day is reading Xiaoqian's writing, it's so moving... Instantly, I feel bursting with energy... (*^＿＿^*) Hehe…

Chapter 102 Harboring a Princess, a Capital Offense?

At this moment, a man on the second floor, who was leisurely sipping tea and looking down at the woman emerging from behind the curtain, suddenly froze, his pupils constricting, and even the fingers gripping his teacup tightened, oblivious to the scalding tea splashing onto his hand. The man possessed a unique and captivating

aura. …

“Alright, our courtesan has come out, everyone can start bidding!” Although Mei Niang’s arm was bandaged, her smile was exceptionally charming and alluring. Seeing the excited looks in the eyes of the wealthy young men before her, she guessed that she could make a fortune tonight. Thus, her greed for money made her lose her head, forgetting the pain in her arm and… Hua Duzhuo’s warning to her.

“I bid five hundred taels!”

“One thousand taels!”

“Two thousand taels!” "

Two thousand five hundred taels!"

"Three thousand taels...three thousand taels!" A burly man with an ugly face and a stutter also slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Three thousand taels! Is there anyone who can bid higher?" Mei Niang raised her voice, her face beaming with desire, "Is there anyone who can bid higher? Our courtesan doesn't solicit customers like this every year!"

Someone in the crowd seemed to be attracted by her words, and for a moment, there was a commotion and a lot of noise. After a while, a man in brocade robes raised his fan and shouted, "I bid five thousand taels!"

"Five thousand taels!?" Mei Niang smiled broadly. She shouted, "Is there anyone who can bid higher than this young master? If not, tonight our Lian'er belongs to this young master!" Zi Buyu looked at the man holding the fan and shouting "

five thousand taels," but his eyes showed no excitement, only a hint of coldness. He could tell at a glance that this man was someone Hua Duzhuo had hired to pretend to buy the item, then return it.

"A petty trick..." Zi Buyu smiled wickedly, raising his chin and muttering to himself, "You like playing games so much? I'll play along."

His gaze turned cold, and he turned and whispered a few words to the person behind him. The person understood and retreated. "Anyone else bidding? If not, tonight's courtesan belongs to..."

"Five thousand five hundred taels!" A man in yellow robes, who had appeared out of nowhere in the crowd, called out with a smile. The

man in brocade robes hesitated, instinctively glancing towards the curtain in a corner of the hall. Seeing the gesture made by the figure inside, he swallowed hard and shouted, "Five thousand seven hundred taels!" "

The man in yellow also shouted, "Six thousand taels!"

"Six thousand...one hundred taels!" Another person in the crowd seemed to be infected and shouted loudly, but it was quickly drowned out by the shouts of the man in brocade and the man in yellow.

Nu Sang'er stood on the red platform, looking at the chaotic crowd with some confusion. She nervously tugged at her loose clothes, her bright and clear eyes looking left and right, searching for someone's figure. She murmured softly, "Husband...husband...where is my husband..."

"I bid fifty thousand taels!" A clear and light voice floated down from the high building. Although the voice was not loud, it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly, and everyone present fell silent.

Everyone looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a snow-blue robe, with a calm expression. He held a teacup in his hand and looked down at the crowd. The man had an elegant and gentle demeanor. Yet, she possessed an unapproachable, regal air.

Just as everyone was astonished, Nu Sang'er tilted her head back, clapping and laughing at the person upstairs. "Hehe...so handsome...brother...so handsome...so good-looking..."

Mei Niang, fearing that further explanation would reveal her foolishness, quickly interjected with a smile, "Oh, it's this young master upstairs. Are you really going to offer twenty thousand taels of silver?"

"My young master says twenty thousand taels, and that's twenty thousand taels. There's no reason to doubt it!" The man in black standing beside the wheelchair frowned, his voice sharp and unyielding.

"Uh...yes...yes, Mei Niang wouldn't dare...doubt..." Mei Niang, intimidated by the man's imposing presence, nodded with a forced smile, her eyes darting around before she cried out, "Is there anyone else offering more than 20,000 taels? Anyone?"

The two men in yellow robes who had been shouting so fiercely, now remained silent, merely glancing furtively at their masters, awaiting their orders.

Zi Buyu gave a thoughtful, deep look at the person upstairs, then glanced at the motionless shadow deep within the curtains of the main hall. A mocking sneer played on his lips, before he looked up at the crowd and said, "Since no one has offered more than 20,000 taels, then tonight our courtesan queen belongs to this young master Yelü upstairs!"

"Yes!"

"Aww!"

"Ah! Good!"

"Haha, this young master is truly wealthy and powerful! Is that person a Khitan?"

"Aww...that kid got lucky!"

The words had barely left his lips when the crowd below erupted in uproar again, some sighing in regret, others laughing and jeering. Zi Buyu merely smiled wickedly and ordered someone to take Nu Sang'er back to her chambers. He then strode upstairs.

"Zi Buyu congratulates the Seventh Prince on winning the heart of his beloved,"

a refined man on the second floor of the main hall said, watching Zi Buyu approach with a wicked smile. He smiled faintly, but his gaze was somewhat complex. "I didn't expect that young lady to be your newly trained courtesan."

"What? Does the Seventh Prince perhaps know her?" Zi Buyu raised an eyebrow and asked with a casual smile, "I remember the Seventh Prince has always disliked women. How come he has changed his mind now?"

Yelü Xuanyun lowered his eyes and sipped his tea. His dark eyelashes covered his eyelids, casting a shadow. He said coolly, "Not only do I know her, but I also know that she is my betrothed imperial concubine... Does the chief know that you harbored a princess of the Song Dynasty and forced her into prostitution? You have committed a capital crime."

Chapter 104 His First Night

A bright moon gradually rose, hanging in the dark sky, like a round and gorgeous gemstone inlaid on it, emitting a shimmering glow. Inside the splendid and luxurious 'Hehuan Pavilion', layers of purple-pink embroidered curtains hung down, and a large screen with colorful lacquer painted with mandarin ducks stood quietly to one side. Inside the room, a seductive fragrance lingered like a datura flower.

The half-open door was pushed open to one side, and the sounds of footsteps and turning wheels slowly and gently filled the room. "Seventh Prince..." Chi Mu looked at Nu Sang'er, who was lying on the bed almost naked, with most of her clothes off and her mouth gagged with a handkerchief. She lowered her head somewhat shyly and looked at Yelü Xuanyun tentatively.

Yelü Xuanyun looked at Nu Sang'er, who was dressed in an exceptionally alluring and revealing manner tonight, her cheeks flushed and intoxicating. He was momentarily at a loss. He paused, his gaze lingering on her body for a moment, then, as if struck by lightning, he quickly looked away, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice with a slightly flushed face, "Chi Mu, go and put a garment on her, and then untie the ropes binding her."

Chi Mu hesitated for a moment, then went over and draped one of his own garments over her. While untying the ropes binding her, he said in a low voice, "This is truly unavoidable. If Chi Mu has offended you in any way, please forgive him, Princess."

Nu Sang'er whimpered, blinking her eyes frantically, staring at him as if she were looking at something interesting. Her small face was strangely red.

"Yu Luo, didn't you fall off the cliff that day? How did you end up here?" Yelü Xuanyun looked up, his brows furrowed, after seeing that her body was now covered by clothing.

As soon as the ropes were untied and the handkerchief in her mouth was removed, Nu Sang'er immediately jumped for joy. She tugged at her clothes, huddled at the foot of the bed, and stared wide-eyed at Yelü Xuanyun. Perhaps it was Yelü Xuanyun's gentle and approachable aura that made Nu Sang'er not afraid of him. She just pouted slightly, shook her head, and said foolishly, "...I...I'm not called Luobo, I'm called Lian'er! You...who are you...?

" Hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's brows furrowed even more. He turned his wheelchair and walked to the bedside, silently observing her expression. Sure enough, he found that her expression was indeed as Zi Buyu had said—foolish and confused, seemingly already out of her mind. "It seems that what the chief said earlier was true. The princess fell off the cliff and injured her head...she's out of her mind and has lost her memory. That's why they thought she was just an ordinary refugee woman and made her work as a prostitute..." Chi Mu seemed to have noticed Nu Sang'er's unusual expression, and said gravely, "Seventh Prince, what should we do now? Should we take her back to the palace to see the imperial physician?"

Yelü Xuanyun quietly observed Nu Sang'er for a while, noticing her obliviously fiddling with the sleeve of her dress. A strange light flashed in his eyes as he seemed to be thinking of something, and he slowly shook his head, saying, "Don't alarm Father and the others yet. Go to the 'Blazing Sun Palace' and find Fifth Uncle. Tell him I've found the princess, but no one else can know.

" "...Yes!" Chi Mu replied, and swiftly withdrew.

"...Princess, do you really not remember me? I am Yelü Xuanyun..." Yelü Xuanyun leaned slightly closer to her, asking softly.

"...I...I don't recognize you...I don't recognize you..." Nu Sang'er blinked her bewildered eyes at him, then clapped her hands, smiling brightly, "Handsome...Brother...very handsome..."

"...Heh...Is that so..." Yelü Xuanyun slightly curved her lips, her eyes filled with a gentle light. "Don't be afraid...I won't hurt you..."

Nu Sang'er didn't seem to understand, nodding haphazardly a few times, then suddenly clutched her stomach, her little face falling, staring at a plate of pastries on the table with a pitiful expression, repeatedly crying out, "...Lian'er is hungry...hungry...Lian'er...want to eat something..."

Seeing her turn to get out of bed, Yelü Xuanyun quickly stopped her, gently saying, "Okay, Lian'er...stay still, I'll get it for you."

With that, she turned her wheelchair to retrieve the plate of pastries and brought it to her side. Nu Sang'er seemed to be starving; as soon as the plate was placed in front of her, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed two or three pieces, eating them in large mouthfuls. "Eat slowly...don't choke...there's still plenty here..." Yelü Xuanyun looked at her like this, shaking her head with a mixture of heartache and helplessness, gently advising her.

"Ugh...cough cough...cough cough cough cough..." Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, Nu Sang'er choked, her face flushed, and she lowered her head, coughing incessantly. Seeing this, Yelü Xuanyun hurriedly poured her a cup of tea, fed it to her, and gently patted her back, saying, "Look at you...what's the rush...eat slowly...eat slowly..."

Nu Sang'er suddenly smiled mischievously, like a child caught doing something wrong, grinning foolishly at him. Yelü Xuanyun, seeing her like this, was both amused and exasperated. He looked at the robe on her body that was about to slip off, his heart tightened, and he quickly reached out and grabbed a corner of the robe, covering her with it, and said gently, "Be good, don't move around, or the robe will fall off...lie down first, okay?"

"Clothes..." Nu Sang'er tugged at the garment with a bewildered expression. Suddenly, she forcefully pulled it down, her brows furrowed as she cried out, "...I won't wear it...Lian'er...don't wear this...this garment...is ugly...I won't wear it..."

In an instant, the garment was torn off, revealing her alluring, snow-white body once more. Yelü Xuanyun's eyes widened in panic, his heart pounding wildly. He quickly reached out and pulled the robe back onto her, awkwardly coaxing, "This garment is very beautiful...wear it obediently..."

"Um...no...I'm hot...Lian'er...is very hot...don't wear it..." Nu Sang'er struggled restlessly, her face even flushed redder than before. She childishly tugged at the clothes, twisting her body, refusing to obediently wear the garment no matter what, only blushing and crying out, "Lian'er...is so hot...Lian'er's body...is very hot..."

"This..." Yelü Xuanyun, being a man in the prime of his life, despite his physical limitations, felt his blood rush to his head and his throat burn with a strange, unprecedented desire surge within him as he gazed upon the alluring body before him.

"You…you should put your clothes on first…" He stiffly withdrew his gaze, laboriously moving his dry lips, his face slightly flushed as he picked up the clothes discarded on the ground and draped them over her. His slender, jade-like fingers trembled slightly as they touched her warm, soft skin.

"So cool! So comfortable!" Nu Sang'er suddenly grasped his cold fingers, greedily rubbing them against her face, murmuring, "So cool…I like…this…"

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and nestled her entire beautiful body into his embrace. She greedily inhaled his cool breath, her fingers roaming hungrily over his body.

Chapter 105 His First Night Continued (Slightly Spicy)

"Princess..." Yelü Xuanyun watched her, naked, teasing him relentlessly in his arms, her fingers constantly tugging at his clothes. He was both surprised and embarrassed. He frowned slightly, trying to stop her by grasping her wrists, but she quickly broke free. "It's so cool...so comfortable..." Nu Sang'er pressed herself against him, her hands urgently tugging at Yelü Xuanyun's collar, quickly pulling it wide open to reveal his fair, jade-like skin.

She looked at her 'masterpiece' with a hint of pride, her eyes crinkling as she smiled and slipped her hand inside his robes to caress him

. A blush rose to her face, almost bewitchingly beautiful. "...My husband once said that we should both take our clothes off like this... so I won't get hot..." Yelü Xuanyun felt a surge of arousal at the touch of her hot hand. He leaned back, trying to create some distance, but she held onto the wheelchair handles tightly. She pressed herself against Yelü Xuanyun, hastily pulling his robes open further, revealing most of her jade-like chest.

“…Princess…we…can’t do this…” Yelü Xuanyun realized she had been drugged, which explained her unusual behavior. Pale-faced, he struggled to push her away, but she clung to him like a leech. Shaking his head, he cried, “No…I’m hot…this way…it’s not hot…”

The woman’s fingers traced inch by inch across Yelü Xuanyun’s cold skin, from his face to his neck, from his neck to his legs. Her delicate, warm palms, like kindling fire, slid gently across his almost untouched skin, gradually warming his once icy body. Yelü Xuanyun felt as if he had become a kite, floating up from the ground, lifted by a spring breeze that seemed to come from nowhere. His body temperature began to rise rapidly. His arm, which he had tried to push away, unconsciously curled up in mid-air.

Suddenly, he felt a warm, wet sensation on his chest. Looking down, he was even more surprised to see Nu Sang'er tightly embracing his waist. She was greedily licking the red ring on his chest, her clear eyes gleaming with a seductive light, whether from the drugs or lust, he couldn't tell.

Her small hands roamed over his body, gently caressing every inch of his cold skin. The jade-like coolness seeped into her palms, yet it burned his heart.

Soon, she took another deep breath, her warm lips pressing against his neck, sucking and nibbling. Her nimble tongue teased his ear, the soft, tingling sensation causing his manhood to gradually stiffen.

Heavy breathing gradually echoed in the room. He looked at her pure yet beautiful face in the flickering candlelight, and unknowingly, desire and passion intertwined into indulgence, capturing and seducing whose heart it was.

He couldn't help but cup her face in his hands, his warm yet slightly cold lips descending upon hers, kissing her brows, eyes, the tip of her nose, the corners of her lips, lingering and sucking on those two cool, moist, soft lips, entwining with hers in a passionate embrace.

Her tongue followed his sensitive spots downwards, a tingling pleasure washing over every inch of Yelü Xuanyun's skin, finally stopping at his most sensitive spot. In that instant, Yelü Xuanyun felt his entire body go limp, as if someone had led him to a blissful world he had never experienced before.

His body suddenly trembled, and in the next instant, he stretched out his arms and shoved Nusang'er hard to the ground.

Chapter 105 A Hateful Encounter with an Old Friend (Slightly Spicy)

When Chi Mu pushed open the door, he unfortunately witnessed the incredibly awkward scene before him. His mouth, agape in surprise, slowly closed only after hearing Yelü Xuanyun's rather loud cough. His expression remained somewhat unsettled as he looked at Nu Sang'er, naked, sitting on the ground, weeping.

"She's been drugged. You figure something out," Yelü Xuanyun said, trying to conceal the turmoil beneath his calm tone. He fastened his torn plain robes, re-wrapping his body, slightly flushed with desire, in the layers of luxurious garments. Then, he lowered his arm, turned the golden wheel at his side, and slowly walked out without looking back.

Only a bewildered Chi Mu remained, along with Nu Sang'er, who sat on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

An hour later, in the quiet courtyard late at night, the moonlight was elegant and hazy, yet seemed to possess a more alluring beauty than usual.

The man in the wheelchair looked up at the bright, clear moon. His refined and elegant face was as radiant and clear as the moon itself, yet it also subtly revealed a different quality, like the moon tonight.

His eyes, now clouded and brimming with light, turned slightly when he heard footsteps behind him. He asked softly, "Is she asleep?"

"Yes, she is."

"You…" Yelü Xuanyun opened his mouth, then closed it again, a hint of melancholy in his voice. His watery eyes, gazing at the moonlight, flowed silently, revealing complex emotions that were difficult to fathom.

But Chi Mu seemed to guess what he wanted to say and stepped forward to comfort him softly, "Seventh Prince, rest assured, I have handled everything perfectly. The princess is asleep peacefully and there won't be any more problems."

Yelü Xuanyun paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, but his expression didn't show much relief. Instead, he seemed more lonely and cold than usual, even carrying a hint of self-mockery. His clear gaze fell on his crippled legs, and he remained silent for a long time.

Chi Mu stood silently to the side, keeping watch without saying a word.

As the night deepened, the dew grew heavy, and the chill of the night deepened, the moonlight shone even more coldly on his handsome face. Only then did Yelü Xuanyun seem to awaken from a dream, turning her gaze away from her crippled leg. She turned back and asked softly, "...Why didn't Fifth Imperial Uncle come?"

"The Prince isn't in the palace. The maids said he seems to have left again, but no one knows where he went. Shall we go back to the palace?"

Yelü Xuanyun shook her head, glancing back at the closed door of the boudoir on the rooftop. She lowered her eyes, turning the jade thumb ring in her hand, and said softly.

“Let’s stay here for the night and leave tomorrow. We don’t need to rush back to the palace. I remember there’s ‘White Smoke Pavilion’ not far from here. Let’s take the princess there for a few days tomorrow. Also, let’s find a way to contact the Fifth Imperial Uncle as soon as possible and tell him to go to White Smoke Pavilion.”

“…Yes…”

The next day, before dawn, Yelü Xuanyun had Chi Mu take Nu Sang’er away from the back of ‘Drunken Dance in the Dust’s Fragrance’. He knew that although Zi Buyu and Hua Duzhuo knew Nu Sang’er’s identity, they were unwilling to let her go and were even pretending not to know. He needed their help, so it wasn’t good to make things too tense.

Leaving without saying goodbye and sneaking out was not the best plan, but it was the only expedient option available at the moment.

Chi Mu's skills and lightness of foot were quite remarkable. Even carrying the unable-to-walk Yelü Xuanyun and the mentally challenged Nu Sang'er, it didn't take much effort. He led them away from the 'Drunken Dance in Agarwood Pavilion'

in less than two hours, and the three arrived at the 'White Smoke Pavilion.' This 'White Smoke Pavilion' was built by Yelü Xuanyun after he was captivated by its birdsong, fragrant flowers, and serene elegance. He would stay here for a few days whenever he left the palace. Now, the pavilion was indeed clean and elegant, with everything he needed, making it very convenient to stay.

Four or five days passed in a flash. At first, Nu Sang'er cried a little, but as time went on, seeing that they meant her no harm, she gradually calmed down.

One morning, Nu Sang'er woke up, washed, and felt very hungry. However, after looking around, she couldn't see Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu, and her little face scrunched up in distress.

"Hungry... Lian'er... I'm hungry..." She pressed her stomach with her hand as she walked towards her room, pouting and calling out softly with a hint of grievance.

Suddenly, a strange man's joyful voice rang out, "Sang'er! It really is you!!"

Nu Sang'er looked at the tall, unfamiliar man who burst into the room from outside, and shrank back in fear, instinctively trying to hide back inside. But the man grabbed her arm and held her tightly in his arms, his expression full of excitement, "That's great, it really is you! You're not dead! Sang'er! So Xuan Yun didn't lie to me! Why did you go to Zuiwu Shenxiang Tower? Why didn't you come to find me?"

"Let me go, let me go... I don't know you... You're a bad person..." Compared to the joy on the man's face, Nu Sang'er's face was full of resistance and rejection. She pushed him away forcefully, a hint of annoyance rising in her beautiful mind.

"Let go? Why should I let go? You're mine! Mine!" The man gripped her shoulders tightly, shouting whether from anger or shock.

Nu Sang'er seemed frightened by his expression, retreating further and further until a chill ran down her back—it was a wall. She was bewildered and unsure what to do. Before she could speak, Yelü Zhuo suddenly leaped forward, pinning her against the cold wall. He grabbed her two delicate, struggling hands with his large hand, pressing them above her head, while his other hand began to roughly and passionately grope her.

"Are you pretending not to know me? How could you not remember me? How could you forget me?"

"Let go of me…who are you…let go…I…I want to find my husband…I want to find Brother Blue…" Nu Sang'er cried out, terrified by his actions.

"Who is your husband? How could you have a husband?!" Yelü Zhuo's stern face was covered with frost, his gloomy and piercing gaze fixed on her face. His expression was like that of a wild beast whose status had been threatened and provoked. Seeing that she was just crying and shaking her head without speaking, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger. "You remember this, you only have one man, me!"

He frowned and quickened his movements, quickly stripping her down to only a crescent-white bodice. He grabbed her exposed snow-white breasts and sucked on them as if punishing her, while lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed. His strong and masculine body pressed down on her. He ripped off the remaining bodice she was wearing, then leaned in and kissed her tear-stained pink lips, sucking hard and relentlessly. Nu Sang'er cried and struggled desperately, but soon her head spun from his rough, predatory, and frenzied kisses, as if all the air had been sucked away. She slumped weakly in his arms, sobbing pitifully.

Yelü Zhuo looked at her body, which had become even more alluring after so many days, and remembered how she had been played with by those men in that brothel. A mix of love and hate, pity and jealousy welled up inside him. The mad desire to possess her surged through him like waves crashing against his chest, a dull ache making him yearn to possess her, to enter her, and to wash away the filth left by other men within her.

He flung off his cumbersome clothes, revealing his strong, muscular, bronze skin in the darkness. His burning chest pressed tightly against her full breasts, the intense heat seeming to melt her completely.

"Hot...so hot..." Nu Sang'er cried out, her face flushed, pinching her head shyly, her watery eyes glistening with tears.

Yelü Zhuo ignored her, simply raising his hand to tightly grasp her two erect, red nipples. His fingers pinched those round, red, sensitive buds, rotating them left and right, rubbing them back and forth a few times, then, like a thirsty beast, he forcefully sucked on them, sometimes rubbing them, sometimes biting them, letting those delicate buds roll between his lips and tongue.

"Mmm...ah...no...let me go...you bad...you bad guy...I want to go back...waaaah...I want to go back..."

The girl struggled and cried, refusing to submit, raising her small fists to lightly pound his back, her legs kicking wildly. "Go back? Go back where?? Go back to be played with by those men like a cheap prostitute?!" Yelü Zhuo's eyes darkened, he raised his hand and tightly pinched her chin, asking loudly with jealousy and anger. His heart was clearly aching, and although he knew she was not in her right mind to resist him like this and say such ignorant things, seeing this little face saying those words in front of him, he still could not suppress his temper, could not let the fire in his heart dissipate.

Chapter 106 Lian'er is not Sang'er (spicy)

Yelü Zhuo looked at the beautiful tip he had played with and felt that his vision was particularly stimulated. The sweet taste, combined with the indescribably alluring aroma wafting around him as lust rose, was too much for him to bear. He bit down on the woman's swollen, red nipple, pulling it outwards relentlessly. "Mmm~"

"You seductive little thing...you belong to me...only to me..." Yelü Zhuo roared furiously, his face dark with rage, as he frantically sucked on her taste, ignoring the deformed shape of her exquisite breasts as he continued to suckle. "...Seductive little vixen...mmm...you like being played with by those people, then let me play with you properly...play with you fiercely..."

"...Ugh...it hurts...no...no...no..." The pain in her chest made Nu Sang'er cry out in tears, but after the pain came a strange pleasure and an even stronger surge of lust. "Sang'er..." Yelü Zhuo looked at the gentle and charming appearance on the pure face that had haunted his heart these days, and his heart became even more confused and infatuated. His body was completely immersed in frenzied lust, and Nu Sang'er's small body twisted wildly with the man's teasing, and she kept uttering seductive moans.

Yelü Zhuo couldn't help but join in the deep kiss, their breaths sweetly mingling. A thick fog of desire filled his vast, distant eyes. He himself didn't understand whether he was greedy for her or for the warm fragrance from her lips that had momentarily clouded his mind. He simply stared intently at her flushed face with his bright, glassy eyes, his rough yet soft lips passionately sucking at the fragrance from the girl's cherry lips. The alluring scent of the girl's body lingering in his nose ignited a predatory fire in his lower body, a desire to ravage this woman's body that had been separated from him for so long.

"Tell me, do you miss me?" Yelü Zhuo's deep, masculine voice roared like a flood in the dark night. He thrust his tongue into Nu Sang'er's throat, and amidst her tearful moans, his tongue mimicked the movements of male and female intercourse, thrusting quickly and fiercely, as if he couldn't wait to enter the honeyed orifice beneath him. That narrow, tender orifice must be incredibly pleasurable right now. Just thinking about the alluring scene inside made Yelü Zhuo feel incredibly hot. He impatiently parted her legs and buried his desire deep inside without hesitation!

"Ah...ah...uh...it hurts so much down there...you're so bad..."

The delicate blush on Nu Sang'er's cheeks and her alluring moans acted like an aphrodisiac, constantly stimulating the man's lust, making his lower body increasingly swollen and painful. The raging fire that had ignited at the sight of the woman could no longer be restrained, and he began to thrust and shout arrogantly, thrusting into her still somewhat dry honey hole, pounding hard.

"Ah, it hurts, it's cold, it hurts so much...wooo...no!"

A piercing pain struck, and Nu Sang'er couldn't help but cry out, her hands involuntarily gripping his back. She felt an unbearable pain in her lower body, and the man on top of her was like a ferocious beast, frightening and terrifying her. She cried and pounded on him, struggling incessantly, but he lifted her snowy buttocks up and pressed them against the sides of his head, while his swollen and red penis, disregarding everything, thrust hard into her wet cave as if venting its anger.

Nu Sang'er, perhaps in excruciating pain, inadvertently dug her nails into his flesh, leaving crimson stains. He ignored them, kissing away her tears as he thrust even more frantically into her. "Sang'er...bear with it...it won't hurt in a moment...you'll feel great soon...you'll really like...this feeling..."

"I'm not Sang'er... my name is Lian'er..." Nu Sang'er cried and struggled, shaking her head like a rattle drum. At this moment, she couldn't understand why the man on top of her was so rough and anxious, nor could she see the joy and madness in his eyes, the deep longing that had been built up over the past few days and nights. "It hurts... it's uncomfortable... waah... I don't want to..."

Then he launched a fierce attack, and I was hurt again by his sudden force, even more so. "Cold, it hurts, be gentle."

"You are Sang'er! I say you are, so you are!" Yelü Zhuo shouted domineeringly, but his movements below did not stop at all. He thrust into the swollen and painful flower hole again and again, and the spring water involuntarily flowed out from inside, merging with the man's penis, which was extremely lewd. The two bodies were tightly entwined by desire, and sweat seeped from their skin, but no one could stop Yelü Zhuo's desire to unite. Only in this frenzied union could Yelü Zhuo feel that Nu Sang'er had returned to his side, truly returned to his side, and returned to his control. At the same time, he gradually lost his reason in this constant intercourse, greedily enjoying wave after wave of pleasure.

He forcefully grabbed her knees, spreading them to their limit. He pressed down with his hips, leaned forward, and thrust violently at different angles, without any rules. His cold, deep voice came like a ghost, "Remember tonight...you are mine...you will always belong to me...you are never allowed to disappear from my side again...never again..."

"Ah, ah...it hurts...ah..." A series of extreme pleasures spread through her limbs. Nu Sang'er couldn't understand what it felt like. She only felt an unbearable heat on her face and body, as if a fire was spreading inside her. This feeling was familiar yet strange. Drops of sweat from the man's body fell onto her, causing her violently swaying body to tremble slightly. The overwhelming pleasure seemed to overwhelm her. Her face was flushed, and she moaned and cried with tears in her eyes. But her body, tamed with a touch of wantonness, involuntarily began to sway in sync with the man's movements. The endless lust within her yearned for release, an unprecedented pleasure about to burst forth. "Hehe, I told you... what you want, you'll want soon... little vixen..." The man, watching her involuntary compliance, chuckled deeply, as if he had expected it. The dragon buried deep within her thrust even deeper. "Ahhh!... Ahhh..."

Instantly, an extreme climax surged forth like a torrent of water from the underworld. The overwhelming pleasure made Nu Sang'er cry out in a scream, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Her flower-like opening gripped the wicked dragon within her, gushing forth uncontrollably. Her snowy buttocks, held firmly by the man's large hands, twisted violently, as if trying to escape the unbearable, overwhelming pleasure.

As the woman relentlessly sucked at his body, Yelü Zhuo could no longer bear it. But at this moment, how could Yelü Zhuo allow her to escape? He gripped her smooth, snowy buttocks tightly, wildly swaying Nu Sang'er's body. His crimson eyes were fixed on her wildly swinging breasts as he thrust harder and faster, until her moans grew hoarse and her cries became increasingly shrill. "Ugh...ugh...it hurts...ah...stop...Lian'er...no...ugh..."

A powerful surge of orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed him. In the final moment, he embraced her back, lifted her body, and thrust his hips forcefully, merging deeply with her. Hot liquid poured into her body. "Ahhh──ugh────"

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Chapter 107 Who is the Second

Prince? "Greetings, Sixth Prince." As the dilapidated wooden door creaked open, a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from inside the room.

Yelü Gonglin watched as the man slowly walked out of the house, his face covered by a black veil yet still revealing clearly the ugly, crisscrossing scars on his face. He covered his nose in disgust, took a few steps back, and turned to look at Baili Xiaochi standing beside him. "His face..."

Baili Xiaochi glanced at Longxi Xue, and said with a forced smile, "Even if the Sixth Prince was young at the time, he should still know something about the fire at 'Youliao Pavilion' back then. Why ask when you already know the answer?"

Hearing this, Yelü Gonglin fell silent. He stared intently at the man wearing the black veil, and the man in the black veil stared back at him without blinking. His cold, snow-white eyes sent a chill down one's spine with just one glance, making one shiver involuntarily.

After a long pause, Yelü Gonglin calmly withdrew his gaze, crossed his arms, and chuckled softly, "I do remember that. I remember more than ten years ago, the Western Xia and Khitan allied against the Song Dynasty. To increase mutual trust, they exchanged princes as hostages. Unexpectedly..."

"Unexpectedly, the two countries had just exchanged hostages, and before they even began attacking the Song Dynasty, your Khitan, citing various disagreements, caused considerable friction with our Western Xia. This not only led to the failure of the alliance but also resulted in the princes of both countries being detained in each other's territories." Baili Xiaochi coldly interjected, a scathing glint of malice flashing in his sharp eyes.

"Is that so? It's a pity I was too young at the time to witness such a dramatic scene." Yelü Gonglin casually toyed with the flowers beside him, completely ignoring the venomous glint in the eyes of the veiled man. The smile on his lips was elegant but devoid of any emotion. "However… I do remember hearing later that my poor third brother had unfortunately 'died of illness,' and then a fire inexplicably broke out here. The second prince of the Western Xia Kingdom survived the fire, but his face and throat were severely burned, leaving him like a cripple, and he was imprisoned in this 'Yeyou Court' ever since."

The man, veiled in black, remained standing still, but his clenched fists began to tremble slightly, and his frosty eyes seemed to have been splashed with red ink. A crimson color gradually spread out.

Baili Xiaochi smiled calmly, "Since the Sixth Prince already knows everything, when can he be released? Anyway, he is of no use to you now. Imprisoned here for so many years, he is like a cripple. I hope the Sixth Prince can do me this small favor."

Yelü Gonglin nodded as if he understood, crossed his arms, and circled the man, scrutinizing him with an insulting gaze, like a butcher considering whether to let go of the lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The man with the black veil seemed to sense the insulting gaze, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes, but he ultimately restrained himself, closing his eyes, lowering his thick eyelashes, and remaining silent.

"Lord Baili is quite right, but this prince is very curious, however..." A cunning smile appeared on Yelü Gonglin's handsome and shrewd face. He raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, his flippant tone containing a probing intent, "Since he is already a cripple, why bother Lord Baili to go to such lengths to rescue him? Is there perhaps another reason behind this?"

Baili Xiaochi was taken aback, then smiled and said, "I have known the Second Prince since childhood, and he once saved my life. Seeing him in such a state, I cannot bear it. That is why I want to join forces with the Sixth Prince to play this game. We each get what we want, isn't that a win-win situation?"

"I see... Hehe..." Yelü Gonglin nodded as if he understood, then raised his eyes slightly with his hands behind his back, saying, "I really didn't realize that Lord Baili was such a loyal and righteous person..."

Seeing Baili Xiaochi's slightly cold expression and silence, Yelü Gonglin laughed a few more times before slowly restraining his arrogant demeanor. He flicked the black hair on his shoulder and walked towards the courtyard exit, saying, "In a few days, India will send someone to congratulate the Empress Dowager on her birthday and present gifts. I will find a way to send him out then. Don't forget what you promised me."

"Baili Xiaochi will keep his promise." Baili Xiaochi looked at the purple-clad figure quickly disappearing into the dark courtyard and said loudly without expression, a strange light flickering in his midnight-black eyes.

"Your lies are getting better and better. But will he really believe them?" The man veiled in black chuckled coldly, his voice hoarse as he spoke softly.

Baili Xiaochi's lips curled into a deep, indifferent smile. "Whether he believes us or not, he will ultimately choose to cooperate with us."

"..." The veiled man was silent for a moment, then raised his bright eyes to look at the man opposite him. "Was all of this the Second Prince's idea? Why did he make you go to such lengths to rescue me? Don't tell me it's because of guilt."

"It was indeed the Second Prince's idea, but you guessed right, the Second Prince has never known what guilt is." Baili Xiaochi smiled, his expression unreadable. "The Second Prince said that only you can decipher the mechanisms in the Twilight Cloud Map, so you must seize this opportunity. Actually, your luck isn't too bad; the Second Prince has never forgotten you."

"Never forgotten me? Never forgotten me? Hahahaha! Hahahaha..." The veiled man muttered his words to himself, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into maniacal laughter. The laughter sounded like a wail, utterly desolate and terrifying, and his severely burned face appeared even more grotesque and monstrous from the madness of the laughter.

"Yes… how could he forget! He should have been the one burned like this that day! He should have been the one!! He owes me! How can he be at peace?!!"

"He can't forget! He should have been the one imprisoned here for so many years! He was the one!!"

The man's heart-wrenching screams were filled with extreme grief and indignation, but because his throat was severely burned, what came out was incomprehensible; it sounded like the howls of a wild beast, utterly terrifying and filled with utter hatred.

"It's him!! He owes me! He owes me!"

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Author's Note:

Do you remember this man? Sang'er had intimate relations with him, hehe.

Chapter 108 Last Night's West Wind Withered the Green Trees

"Don't run, don't run!"

"Come out here! Hey, do you think you can hide under the cabinet and I won't catch you?!" "Come on, Nan Ke, come out quickly. This princess has made you your favorite roasted chestnuts!"

Seeing the white ferret under her temptation, Luan Xuan quickly grabbed its little head that was peeking out from under the cabinet, picked it up, hugged it tightly in her arms, and smiled quite smugly.

"Hahaha, I caught you after all! I told you, you wouldn't escape unless I let you go," she muttered to herself as she fed it two or three chestnuts from the plate. "I can't let you go now. That Consort Yu is frantically searching for you, but I don't want her to find you. I just... hate her... I just hate her..."

As Luanxuan was muttering this, she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly tried to hide the ferret in her sleeve. However, the ferret seemed to have a spirit and struggled incessantly, refusing to stay obediently in her sleeve. In the midst of the struggle, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a man in green robes walked in with a dashing smile. But when he saw the ferret struggling in Luanxuan's arms, his smile froze instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "This ferret..."

"What ferret? There's nothing here!" While pressing down the struggling ferret, Luan Xuan looked up angrily at Ye Fuge and shouted, "Hey, don't you know any manners? This is my room! How can you just walk in without knocking?"

Ye Fuge's eyes flickered as he stared at the ferret, calmly retorting with a smile while fanning himself with a paper fan, "Back at 'Yinge Mansion,' you never seemed to knock either, always just walking in whenever you wanted. I thought it was a custom of your Khitan people, so I just followed suit."

"I'm too lazy to argue with you. Just remember, you see nothing right now. All you see in this room is me. Do you understand?!" Luan Xuan shouted, panting as she pressed down the ferret.

"This must be the ferret that everyone in the palace is looking for..." Ye Fuge sat leisurely at the tea table, sipping hot tea while glancing sideways at the pure white ferret, which seemed to feel threatened and thrashed even more fiercely.

"Princess, you really have a lot of free time..." He took another sip of tea, commenting meaningfully.

"Whether I'm free or not is none of your business! I just want you to remember not to meddle!" Luanxuan glared at him defiantly and shouted.

"So if we're leaving here, you plan to take this ferret with you?"

"Leave? What do you mean?"

Ye Fuge smiled slightly and said casually, "His Majesty already knows about Princess Yuluo's disappearance and unknown fate. Although His Majesty is shocked and angry, he doesn't want to damage the diplomatic relations between the two countries, so he issued a secret edict ordering me to investigate this matter secretly. I have already informed the Liao Emperor that I will depart from Liao in a few days."

"Then why don't you stay here and find someone to help you investigate?" “Luanxuan still didn’t quite understand, and asked with a frown.

Ye Fuge yawned, stretched, and said slowly, “I’m used to being carefree, and after being confined here for so long, my brain isn’t working properly anymore. How could I come up with any good ideas… Besides…”

He paused, a teasing and cunning smile appearing in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, “Besides, shouldn’t you be hoping more than anyone else that we can leave here as soon as possible… That way, this ferret will probably suffer less…”

“Ah—yes—” Luanxuan nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, as if suddenly realizing something, and bit her lip, saying, “Right, once we leave here, they’ll never see each other again… He’ll never scold me for her again…”

Ye Fuge didn’t respond, but just lowered his peach blossom eyes, tapping the cup lid with his fan, and recited, “Last night the west wind withered the green trees, alone I climbed the high tower, gazing at the ends of the earth.” "I long to send a letter, but the mountains are high and the waters wide, where can I send it?"

Luanxuan tilted her head and listened

. Although she couldn't fully understand the meaning of the poem, she vaguely guessed at it. For a moment, her smile deepened, and even the dimples on her cheeks were quite beautiful and charming. The two were gazing at each other in this 'quite tacit' way when they suddenly heard a gentle but distant voice coming from not far outside the door, "Luohua, where is the Marquis?" "

Oh, it's Young Master Ling. He went to find the Princess. He just went in a little while ago."

"Hmm, thank you." Accompanied by that gentle and polite thank you, footsteps clearly came from their direction.

The distance was very short, so short that Luan Xuan could see the figure faintly walking towards them as soon as she raised her eyes. She turned pale with fright, turned her back to the door, and desperately hid the ferret in her sleeves and bosom. But the ferret was very clever. Every time she tried to hide it, it would jump out again and struggle to get out.

Ye Fuge remained unmoved, just smiling as he watched the figure approaching and receding into the distance. He glanced at Luan Xuan's anxious and sweaty expression, then looked up and shouted at the person outside the door, "Chun Jian, why are you walking so slowly?" "It's so cold outside, hurry up and come in!"

Chapter 109 Exposed, Waaah (Princess)

Ling Chunjian was slightly stunned as he stepped across the threshold. His clear, mountain-spring-like gaze glanced with some surprise at Luan Xuan, who was clutching her stomach in pain and lying on the bed. He then looked at Ye Fuge, whose smile was very strange, frowned slightly, and asked, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No, no, you've come at just the right time." Ye Fuge smiled warmly. He stood up and put his arm around Ling Chunjian's shoulder, pressing him down on a stool. He said enthusiastically, "Come, sit down and tell me what you want to see me about."

His smile was very friendly and warm, completely ignoring the murderous look that Luan Xuan was giving him.

"...Princess...Are you feeling unwell?" Ling Chunjian looked at Luanxuan, who was rubbing against the bed, her face pale but forcing a smile at him, and asked softly. "Hmm? Hmm!!" Luanxuan, who was struggling with the ferret in her clothes, was startled by his sudden question and hurriedly nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes...I feel very unwell. What is it you want to talk about? Let's go outside!"

Ling Chunjian nodded and stood up calmly. "Hmm...In that case, Fuge, why don't we go outside..."

"Hey, hey, no need! She'll be fine in a bit. We don't need to pay attention to her." Ye Fuge's peach blossom eyes darted around slyly. She pressed Ling Chunjian back down on the stool and personally poured him a cup of tea. Feng Liu laughed, "Chun Jian, try this tea. It's said to be a tribute from the Western Regions, called Moonlight White Tea, also known as Moonlight Beauty. Try it and see how it differs from what we drink in the Song Dynasty."

Ling Chun Jian looked down and saw that the tea was a clear, bright green with a hint of pale yellow. The tea leaves were quite unusual, white on top and black on the bottom, like the beautiful moonlight shining on the tea buds—truly enticing.

He had never seen this kind of tea before and was immediately curious. He took a sip and immediately felt a rich, full-bodied flavor, fragrant and smooth. The aftertaste was lingering, with the fragrance of oolong tea and the mellowness of pu-erh tea.

"How is it?" Ye Fu Ge blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes, looking at his expression, and asked.

Ling Chunjian nodded, stroking the teacup, and slowly commented, "Hmm... indeed, it's a fine tea. The aroma is rich, lingering, and ethereal. At first, it's a faint, honey-like fragrance, followed by a delicate fruity or floral scent... leaving a lingering aftertaste."

"Ha, you're right... Brother Chunjian truly deserves the title of 'Tea Saint'!" Ye Fuge smiled mischievously, fanning himself, and said, "Moreover, I've heard that the tea-picking method is also unique, requiring processing under moonlight, and the rough processing of each batch of tea must be completed within a day."

"Hmm... indeed, it's a fine tea..."

"Hey, if you want to discuss tea, can you go outside? I need to rest, I... I need to rest...!!" Luanxuan, enduring the excruciating pain from the ferret's sharp claws scratching her body, gritted her teeth and shouted loudly at Ye Fuge.

"Oh...I see, alright..." Ye Fuge nodded slowly, deliberately dawdling as she stood up, and smiled at Ling Chunjian, "Chunjian, why don't we go outside to talk?"

"...Hmm..." Ling Chunjian put down his teacup, also stood up, and walked towards the door one after the other with Ye Fuge. But just as they were about to step out the door, they suddenly heard the woman on the bed let out a sharp scream of pain.

"Ah!!! It hurts!!"

The two men turned around at the sound and saw Luan Xuan slumped on the bed, clutching her bloodied arm, her face deathly pale. A pure white ferret had sprung out from her sleeve.

"...This...this ferret...how did it get here with you?" Ling Chunjian paused, his elegant gaze suddenly narrowing, a hint of surprise flashing across his handsome face, but it was quickly replaced by a dark expression.

"...What? This ferret originally belonged to me..." Luanxuan was annoyed that his gaze wasn't on her at all, but only fixed on the ferret. She pouted and glared angrily at the culprit.

However, Ye Fuge acted as if it were none of her business, fanning himself and smiling innocently as if to say, "Ah...I didn't mean to either..."

"Princess, I heard that Consort Yu has been searching for this ferret for a long time, and even fell ill because of it. Please stop teasing Consort Yu and return the ferret as soon as possible." His gentle yet indifferent voice sounded as soft and calm as ever, but upon closer listening, one could still hear the stiffness and coldness of suppressed displeasure.

"It's her who's sick, not you. Why are you so worried..." Hearing this, Luanxuan's face became even more displeased. She held up her injured and bleeding arm in front of him with a spoiled look and cried out aggrievedly, "I'm injured now too! I'm bleeding too, and I'm bleeding a lot! Why don't you care about me?"

"The princess already has the marquis by her side. If anyone should care, it should be the marquis. I'm just an outsider. If I care too much, it will only cause gossip."

Ling Chunjian turned his body slightly away and stopped looking at her. His beautiful face slowly began to freeze.

Luanxuan bit her lip, her eyes red with resentment, and shouted, "That Consort Yu is already the King's woman, why are you so concerned about her? I would think you two are husband and wife!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Chunjian seemed to be struck by something, his face instantly stiffening, his clear eyes suddenly filled with a chilling, icy light. He stared at Luanxuan with a cold gaze, his dark eyes like a frozen pool, making one feel fear.

“Luanxuan…don’t talk nonsense…” Ye Fuge realized he had gone too far with his joke. He coughed lightly and secretly shook his head at Luanxuan, signaling her to stop talking. “Come, let your husband see how badly your neighbor is injured…”

“I’ll say what I want, what’s it to you!” Luanxuan clutched her bloodied arm, shoved Ye Fuge who was leaning forward, and shouted angrily, “It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault! Stop pretending to be a good person here!!”

“I have something to do, I’ll take my leave first.” Ling Chunjian glanced at them coldly, her pale white clothes fluttering in the evening breeze as she disappeared into the house.

"..."

"..."

Inside the room, with only the two of them remaining, Ye Fuge felt the tens of thousands of resentful gazes that seemed to want to tear him to pieces as they pierced his body. Rubbing his nose, he secretly retreated towards the door, feigning innocence as he smiled, "Hehe... I just wanted to make a joke, who knew he'd take it so seriously? You... don't cry, don't cry... I'll go find some wound medicine... wait for me here, wait for me..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure in green robes vanished from the room in a flash.

Only Luan Xuan's furious and resentful cries echoed through the room, her voice choked with sobs: "Damn Ye Fuge... you're a big bastard, a big bastard!!! Go to hell!!!! Go to hell!!!!!"

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Author's Note:

Yesterday, I seem to have forgotten to add the Princess's mark, sorry, everyone.

Chapter 110: A Few Layers of Coolness at the Temples, Faint

Smoke from the Small Pavilion.

In the elegant and quiet courtyard. A serene and tranquil scene unfolded. The courtyard was paved with bluestone, planted with numerous green bamboo groves, surrounded by a few banana trees and many unidentified white flowers and grasses. A faint, sweet fragrance of flowers filled the air, occasionally punctuated by the chirping of kingfishers.

A young girl, dressed in a long, flowing plum-colored dress with hibiscus blossoms adorning her dark hair, ran playfully from the bamboo grove, her pink armbands swaying gently behind her as she ran.

"Birds...the little birds are so pretty..." She ran to Yelü Xuanyun, who was sitting in the courtyard, calmly feeding the birds on the ground, watching with great curiosity as the beautiful little birds pecked at the food around her.

"Heh, want to feed them?" Yelü Xuanyun, seeing her crouching to the side with her chin resting on her hand, looking on with longing, held out a handful of birdseed, smiling as she asked.

"Mmm!" Nu Sang'er nodded hurriedly, eagerly grabbing a handful of birdseed from his hand and tossing it towards the birds. Perhaps her movements were a bit too large, for some of the more timid ones were startled and flew away.

"Be gentle, or they'll be scared... Come on, let me teach you..."

"Mmm..."

Perhaps it was because Yelü Xuanyun was always so gentle, that Nu Sang'er wasn't afraid at all. She scratched her head, smiled shyly, and leaned closer, imitating him, carefully and slowly feeding the birds.

"Ah... they ate!"

"Hehe, so beautiful!! They eat... so fun!"

"Hehe!"

When Yelü Zhuo stepped into the courtyard from outside, seeing this scene before him, a shadow inevitably fell over his face. He didn't speak, his face slightly dark, but frowned, silently staring at them, instantly casting a thick cloud over the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

"Fifth Imperial Uncle..." Yelü Xuanyun greeted the man who stood before them like a god, his gentle fingers subtly releasing Nu Sang'er's hand.

Nu Sang'er looked up and saw the newcomer; the pure and lovely smile on her face vanished instantly, and she even trembled slightly. The pain and terrifying bestiality of that night, the man's frenzied possession, seemed to deeply occupy her mind. She was so frightened that she reached out and tightly grasped Yelü Xuanyun's sleeve, murmuring, "Afraid... Lian'er... afraid..."

"Don't be afraid... it's alright..." Yelü Xuanyun ruffled her hair, comforting her with a soft smile, "...We should set off..." Yelü Zhuo didn't want to see their intimate actions anymore, suppressing his displeasure, and said in a muffled voice.

"Well, then be careful on your journey." Yelü Xuanyun smiled slightly, looking down at Nu Sang'er with gentle eyes, and said, "You must listen to Fifth Imperial Uncle's words obediently on the way, and get well soon, understand?"

Nu Sang'er looked at him, then at Yelü Zhuo who was walking towards her, and grabbed his sleeve even tighter, shaking her head fearfully, "No... Lian'er isn't sick... Lian'er won't go... won't go... don't go with him... Lian'er... is scared..."

"You're so sick, and you still say you're not sick, come with me!" Yelü Zhuo never had much patience. He had thought that he had indeed been too rough with her that night, and that he should be gentler with her today, but seeing her resistant attitude, his anger flared up again. He frowned, raised his hand and grabbed Nu Sang'er's arm, trying to pull her to his side.

"No... I won't go... Lian'er isn't sick... Lian'er isn't sick!!!" Although Yelü Zhuo pulled Nu Sang'er up with one hand, she refused to cooperate with the other, tightly gripping Yelü Xuanyun's arm, stubbornly refusing to follow Yelü Zhuo. She cried out with tears in her eyes, "...Lian'er isn't sick... Husband said... Lian'er is just a little... a little bit dumber than others... I won't go... I still want to wait for my husband to come back for me... Waaah..."

"How many times have I told you, he's not your husband! And your name isn't Lian'er! He lied to you about everything! Come with me!" Yelü Zhuo tightened his grip, his eyes dark as he tried to pull her off Yelü Xuanyun.

"I won't leave! You're a bad person! You're the bad person!! My husband wouldn't lie to me... My husband is so good to me... I won't leave... I want to wait for my husband to come and get me..." Nu Sang'er pouted and shook her head incessantly, tears streaming down her face. She clung tightly to Yelü Xuanyun beside her as if he were her lifeline, her clear eyes filled with pleading and pleas for help.

Yelü Zhuo was furious, anxious, and jealous at her outburst. His volcanic temper erupted again. He forcefully grabbed her chin and roared, "You're not allowed to mention the word 'husband' again, and you're not allowed to mention the word 'Lian'er' again! I said your name is Sang'er, and your name is Sang'er!"

Nu Sang'er was stunned by his roar, too frightened to cry or scream anymore. She just clung to Yelü Xuanyun's arm, trembling uncontrollably, tears silently welling up in her eyes. Yelü Xuanyun couldn't bear to watch and gently advised,

"Fifth Imperial Uncle, she's not in her right mind right now. Don't get angry with her. You should try to coax her more, otherwise... I'm afraid she'll become more and more afraid of you... and won't want to go with you..." Yelü Zhuo

snorted, shook off Nu Sang'er's hand, turned to the side, and arrogantly raised his head, his expression unruly and domineering. "She doesn't want to go, so she won't go?" " The person I'm taking away, whether she likes it or not, has to come with me."

Yelü Xuanyun sighed softly, turned his head and patted Nu Sang'er's hand. He took out a blue glass bead from his sleeve, and slightly curved his lips, saying, "Weren't you nagging me to give you this bead to play with the past few days? Do you still like it now?"

"Yes! I like it!! I want it! I... I want it!" Seeing the blue glass bead, Nu Sang'er's eyes immediately lit up. She clapped her hands and laughed, ignoring the tears still glistening on her face. "I... I like this bead... it's pretty..."

"Then if you go out with Fifth Imperial Uncle for a few days and see a doctor, I'll give you this bead, okay?" "

Seventh Prince, haven't you always cherished this glass bead the most? This bead belongs to the Princess..." Chi Mu interjected in surprise, but was quickly silenced by a warning look from Yelü Xuanyun. He clenched his fist, but ultimately said nothing more.

"...If I go with him, he'll give it to me?" Nu Sang'er seemed troubled. Her gaze lingered on the glass bead, then she looked at Yelü Zhuo, whose expression was uncertain, and said with a troubled expression, "...But...he...is fierce...I'm afraid..."

Yelü Xuanyun nodded and smiled, "No, as long as you listen to him obediently, he will treat you very well...and he will buy you lots of delicious food and fun things, won't he? Fifth Uncle?" “

…Hmm…” Yelü Zhuo’s expression shifted, and he nodded.

Nu Sang’er stared at the bead for a while longer before secretly glancing at Yelü Zhuo, cautiously tugging at her hair as she asked, “…You…really won’t bully me…won’t hit me…won’t scold me?”

“When have I ever hit you? When have I ever scolded you?” Yelü Zhuo frowned. “…Just now…and…scolded me…” Nu Sang’er sniffled, her face full of grievance as she whispered, but as she spoke, her hand had already involuntarily taken the blue glass bead from Yelü Xuanyun’s hand and was playing with it in her palm.

“I was only doing that for your own good, not wanting you to be deceived!” "Yelü Zhuo said, his face dark with anger, "Alright, alright, it's getting late... Fifth Imperial Uncle, you should be on your way..." Yelü Xuanyun, fearing they would start arguing again, quickly interjected. Seeing his usually arrogant, cold, and almost unapproachable Fifth Imperial Uncle become so childishly argumentative after falling in love with someone, a slight black line crossed his mind.

"Yes... it is indeed getting late, and we should indeed set off." Yelü Zhuo glanced at the sky and nodded. He raised his hand and whistled, and instantly the sound of powerful, swift hooves approached. In no time, a magnificent steed, its coat entirely blood-red and its hooves snow-white, appeared before them.

Yelü Zhuo pulled Nusang'er to his side, but did not immediately mount. He swallowed, raised his vast, unfathomable eyes to look at Yelü Xuanyun, and said softly, "Xuanyun… thank you this time… it is I, your Fifth Imperial Uncle… who have failed…" "You..."

Yelü Xuanyun's clear eyes flickered with a hint of emotion, but the smile on her lips remained calm and serene. "...Fifth Imperial Uncle is too serious. Although I have physical limitations, my mind is not clouded. I have never seen Fifth Imperial Uncle get so drunk for someone before... I know you two are in love... A gentleman helps others achieve their goals. What is destined not to belong to me, I will not force. I hope Fifth Imperial Uncle can find that renowned doctor soon and cure her illness."

He thought for a moment, then said, "Since everyone in Liao believes Princess Yuluo is dead, if she recovers from her illness, Fifth Imperial Uncle won't need to bring her back to the palace. This way, you'll be more carefree. If anyone asks, just say it's just a matter of resemblance."

Hearing this, Yelü Zhuo was deeply moved. He patted his shoulder heavily and said in a deep voice, "Thank you! I owe you today, and I will repay

you many times over in the future!" "Hehe, be careful on this trip."

"Yes, don't worry, I will definitely come back soon!"

After saying this, neither of them said anything more, just smiled at each other. Yelü Zhuo then put his arm around Nusang'er's waist, mounted his horse, cracked his whip, and galloped away in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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Author's Note:

My heart is aching terribly, yet I still have to write something sweet. I think I'm going to have a mental breakdown... ┐(┘▽└)┌

Chapter 111 Stopping the Car to Enjoy the Maple Forest at Dusk (Slightly Spicy)

In the deep autumn mountains, thousands of acres of maple leaves are fiery red, like waves of green. Under the azure sky, hooves fly, treading on the lush green grass, kicking up thousands of fallen red petals that flutter behind the brown-red horse's tail.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the sound of hooves gradually subsides, and the car stops in front of a pool of azure water, the water clear and bright, as sparkling as jade. Surrounded by mountains, the grass is lush and green, and wildflowers bloom in profusion. One glance is enough to evoke the exclamation, "The water turns back, and the boat seems to have no way out; the mountain opens up, and another sky appears."

Yelü Zhuo nimbly leaped down from his horse, then stretched out his arms and lifted Nu Sang'er down as well. He put his arm around her waist and walked towards the lake. His deep voice was filled with tenderness, "Sang'er, are you tired? Come, rest here for a while." "I'll go get you some water."

Nu Sang'er didn't seem to understand, but simply sat down, clutching her dress, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity as she looked around.

Soon, Yelü Zhuo returned with clean lake water and gently fed it to her. Nu Sang'er seemed truly thirsty, and she drank it down from his hand, a few drops falling down her soft, smooth face, landing on the back of his hand like feathers, tickling him.

He swallowed, then gently wiped the water from her chin, a surge of desire welling up in his dark eyes. He ran his fingers across her cheek and said in a low voice, "Sang'er, during those days, did you miss me?" "

..." Nu Sang'er stared at him blankly, her gaze flickering on his face for a moment before settling on the water bag in his hand. She playfully reached out to pull it away. "Sang'er, listen to me..." Yelü Zhuo cupped her face, forcing her to look into his eyes without allowing her to look away. "Say you miss me..."

"Hmm..." Nu Sang'er frowned, somewhat reluctant, but seeing the man approaching, she felt a little afraid. After hesitating for a long time, she finally whispered, "...I...I miss you..."

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Yelü Zhuo's cold face. "Good girl, say it again..."

“…I…” Nu Sang’er clutched a strand of hair on her shoulder, blinked, and whispered, seemingly wary of his 'tyranny,' “…I…I miss you…”

Yelü Zhuo’s icy, hard face softened with a strange smile. His strong, long fingers caressed her cheek for a moment, his gaze complex as he said, “I…miss you too…Do you know, one night I had a dream, a dream where we made love in a maple forest. The scene in that dream is so similar to this place, so very similar…”

Yelü Zhuo finished speaking with a deep gaze, and before she could say anything more, he pounced on her, pinning her beneath him. His fiery lips began to nibble and nibble at her pink lips and cheeks. “Ah…ah…my clothes…my clothes…?” "Nusang'er watched in horror as the man's large hands stripped her naked.

"Don't move, be a good girl and please me... listen to me... I'll take good care of you..." Yelü Zhuo pressed down on her struggling limbs, deliberately threatening her with a stern face, "If you make me angry, you'll be in a lot of pain, and no one will be able to save you..."

"...Mmm... don't... be afraid..." Nu Sang'er's face turned pale with fright, her body struggling slightly. Her watery eyes welled up with tears of panic, her expression a mixture of resistance and fear. She covered her exposed breasts with her hands, trembling slightly.

Yelü Zhuo, however, didn't care about any of that. For some reason, ever since their long-awaited reunion, he had been constantly wanting to enter her body. That desire was even more pronounced than when she was with him before. He embraced Nu Sang'er from behind, kissing her snow-white neck with beautiful kisses. His large hands covered her tender, white breasts, kneading and playing with them with intense lust, occasionally tugging at the nipples, deliberately eliciting a series of alluring and seductive moans from the woman. "Ugh...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er cried out in tears, her body going limp into the man's arms.

"Good girl..." Yelü Zhuo lowered his head, his mouth agape as he soothed her, his hot tongue teasing and stimulating the tip. Soon, the nipple instinctively hardened like a small pebble in his mouth. Unexpectedly, the wicked man suddenly bit down on the hardened pearl, lifting it slightly upwards.

"Ah...it hurts!! Don't bite~~ It hurts~~~~~~~" Nu Sang'er trembled, shaking her head and moaning uncontrollably. Her full breasts, covered by his large hands, trembled gently under the constant kneading.

"Come on, knead it yourself..." The man excessively pulled one of her hands, pressing it against her own breast, feigning coercion, "You can't stop until I tell you to, or it'll hurt a lot later!" Seeing Nu Sang'er's eyes pause for a moment, then flicker and hesitate before obediently placing her hand on her breasts and kneading them ,

the man's cool lips curled into a wicked and triumphant smile. His other hand probed between the woman's legs, parting the delicate red labia to find the hidden pink opening. His rough, hard fingers pressed forcefully inside!

"...Ah..." Nu Sang'er cried out in surprise, hurriedly squeezing her legs together, but it seemed too late. "...What is it...cool..." Feeling something round and hard being pushed into her opening, Nu Sang'er raised her watery eyes in alarm, vaguely describing her sensations, her expression filled with fear. "Don't be afraid, this is something very fun," Yelü Zhuo said, his dark, cold eyes filled with arrogant lust and teasing. As he spoke, his fingers, buried inside her opening, began to press back and forth gently, pinching and rapidly rotating the clitoris.

"Mmm... Ahh... Ugh..." Although Nu Sang'er was delirious, her well-trained and mature body reacted quickly. She writhed in heat, her flushed face rubbing uncomfortably against his hot chest. The pill-like object inserted inside her seemed to be slowly melting, making her body even hotter and more unbearably itchy. "Mmm... So itchy... There... It's so itchy... I don't want it... It's so itchy... Husband... Husband... Save me... It's so uncomfortable..." Nu Sang'er closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head and crying out, her snow-white legs opening and closing, pressing against the man's hand, rubbing and swaying back and forth.

"Again? " Yelü Zhuo, who had been immersed in a pleasant mood, froze instantly upon hearing the word "again." When he heard the word "husband," his face turned as black as charcoal. This meant she was frequently drugged and toyed with by men? The thought of her current alluring yet wanton state being openly stared at by those men made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. His fists clenched so tightly in the maple forest, where red leaves were fluttering.

"Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Pavilion, I won't let this go so easily! I will settle this score in full one day, and with all those so-called husbands!"

"Mmm...hot...so hot..."

The man's furious jealousy was quickly pulled back by Nusang'er's alluring moans. Looking at the pink-tinged naked body before him, his breathing grew heavier. Already consumed by lust, the man could no longer maintain his composure; now, his mind was filled only with savage pleasure.

He lifted the woman in his arms and placed her on the stone steps by the lake, watching intently as his fingers were slowly swallowed by her delicate honeyed orifice and then slowly pulled out, glistening, viscous nectar clinging to his fingers, dripping slowly down. This made his eyes burn even more fiercely with desire.

Chapter 112 Heart Thorn (Spicy)

"Mmm..." Nusang'er seemed thirsty, unable to resist sticking out her delicate tongue. Licking his dry lips, Yelü Zhuo leaned down and teasingly licked her pink tongue, which had slipped out slightly. The tongue, as if bewitched, unconsciously licked and sucked at the man's body, gently nibbling along his bronze neck and firm chest.

"Mmm...hot..." She rubbed her breasts uncomfortably, her eyes filled with a clear, yearning desire that was utterly captivating to the man.

"Are you begging me to enter you?" Yelü Zhuo smiled, his massive member already erect, yet he hesitated to penetrate, instead making her kneel by the lake, letting his hot member rub against her legs, causing her buttocks to sway uncontrollably.

"...Ugh...So hot...So hot...It hurts...Ugh...Ugh..." The girl's sobbing voice, choked with unbearable heat, drifted out from among the fiery red maple leaves. Her snow-white legs trembled slightly as she knelt on the ground. Her trembling from sobs was pitiful.

"Want it that much?" Yelü Zhuo chuckled, wiping away the tears on her face with his fingers. He watched as her cheeks flushed crimson from his teasing, her desire surging, yet she was trapped by him, like a caged little female beast in agony. A surge of arrogant pride rose within him. He deliberately slowed his movements, inserting his fingers deep and shallow into her honeyed depths, enticing her to arch her snowy buttocks in response to his actions. "Mmm... mmm..."

"Such a wanton body..." Yelü Zhuo narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable, watching the gushing nectar flowing from his fingertips. He felt a mixture of pleasure and bitterness. Some things, like thorns, embedded in flesh, if not removed, take root and remain there. If you don't touch or look at them, it's fine, but if you do, if you do, a painful anger rises within you, and you wish you could get rid of them as soon as possible.

But if it's a thorn in his heart, how can it be pulled out? Each touch brings pain and anguish.

Looking at the body before him, though still snow-white and beautiful, he clearly sensed that it was different from before. It was no longer the pristine, clear, and pure body it once was.

The more alluring and seductive she became, the more the thorn in his heart throbbed. How many men had played with this body? How many men had shed their honeyed juices?

Just thinking about it made his blood rush to his head, his heart felt like it was being crushed by a stone, making it hard to breathe. What belonged to him should belong exclusively to her, completely and utterly, without a single flaw, without any trace of other men.

A nameless irritation and anger welled up inside him, darkening his mood once more. He remained silent for a long while, then suddenly gave a cold laugh, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her body. "Mmm...don't go...don't leave..." Nu Sang'er cried out in a daze of desire, her snowy buttocks pressing tightly against his fingers as he withdrew.

Unexpectedly, this only enraged him further. His face darkened, and he slapped her smooth, snowy buttocks hard. "You vile creature!"

In an instant, a bright red handprint appeared on her buttocks.

"Ah..." Nu Sang'er cried out in pain, her body trembling from the blow. She turned her watery eyes back, looking at the man's gloomy eyes with bewildered innocence, as if she didn't understand what she had done wrong.

But under his gloomy and irritable gaze, she was still somewhat afraid. She shrank forward, as if trying to create a safe distance between them, but before she could move a few times, her snowy buttocks were suddenly pressed down, followed by a barrage of slaps that seemed like a cruel punishment. "Ah! It hurts!! It hurts so much~~~ Waaah~~~"

"Don't hit me... Ahhh!! Ah!! Ah!"

"Ah! Waaah~! Ah!! Ahhh!!"

The stinging pain on her snowy buttocks, like being hit with a paddle, made her desperately twist and turn, crying and screaming. But the more she twisted, the harder the slaps came down, and the man's angry voice grew even louder. "You like shaking and twisting so much, don't you?! Fine, I'll let you twist to your heart's content!"

Slap! Slap! *Slap slap*

"Waaah...no more...it hurts...ah...ah..."

Nu Sang'er cried even harder as she was hit, her small hands tightly clutching the clothes he had carelessly tossed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Her snow-white skin quickly became red and swollen from the beatings.

Seeing that she no longer had the strength to struggle, only able to collapse on the ground, weakly sobbing and shedding tears, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, Yelü Zhuo slowly stopped what he was doing, loosened his grip on her, and said in a deep voice, "If you want it, sit on it yourself."

Nu Sang'er dared not sit on it, but curled up her legs, tears streaming down her face, and kept backing away. But Yelü Zhuo pulled her over again, lifted her waist, and made her sit deeply on his erect desire with her legs spread wide!

"Ah────it hurts...down there...it hurts so much..." Nu Sang'er frowned tightly, tears streaming down her face as she restlessly rubbed against him, her flushed face turning pale from the deep pain.

"..." Yelü Zhuo didn't speak, but simply pressed down on her back, frantically thrusting in and out of her while pressing her full breasts tightly against his lips. He almost crudely and wildly bit and tore at those two nipples, licking and ravaging them. After half a day of frenzied thrusting inside her, he placed Nu Sang'er, who was now limp and sobbing uncontrollably, back on the ground. He moved his body, pried open her mouth with one hand, and with a thrust of his waist, forced his still hard and hot member into her tender red lips.

Nu Sang'er had been crying incessantly, but suddenly this thing was stuffed into her mouth, and she was stunned for a moment. It took her a long time to react as she shook her head, trying to push it out. "Don't spit it out, keep it in your mouth. I'll stop when it feels good," Yelü Zhuo said expressionlessly as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

Whether it was the drug taking effect or fear of the man's lewd power, Nu Sang'er's eyes darted around for a moment before she opened her lips, extending her soft, wet tongue to gently lick the tip of his penis. Her tender, delicate pink lips struggled to envelop the purplish-red shaft, slowly sucking.

"Mmm..." A series of intoxicating electric currents surged from her tailbone, causing Yelü Zhuo to tilt his head back and pant in ecstasy. His disheveled, dark hair clung to his bronze neck and sexy collarbone, exuding a wild and deadly allure. His strong, beast-like body was taut with passion and lust. "Deeper, deeper..." The man pressed down on Nu Sang'er's neck with insatiable force, pushing her down slightly, his firm buttocks swaying and thrusting forward relentlessly. Chapter 113 Seeking Medical Treatment in Youzhou City (Slightly Spicy)

" Hmm...hmm...hmm..." Amidst the fluttering red maple leaves, the woman's alluring body continued to writhe. At this moment, her face seemed to have been completely conquered by lust. She stretched out her fragrant tongue and licked the man's erect penis as hard as she could, while her other hand began to involuntarily caress Yelü Zhuo's strong chest. Her smooth and delicate fingers gradually left light red marks on it as her passion overflowed.

“…Ugh…ah…heh…you really know how to enjoy yourself…” The man’s cold eyes were overwhelmed by a tidal wave of desire, his gaze bloodshot as he looked at Nu Sang’er’s uncontrollable passion. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips.

He suddenly pressed the little girl’s head against his lower abdomen, maliciously thrusting his hips. His thick, hot penis plunged deep into the little girl’s warm, moist throat. The instant feeling of nausea made Nu Sang’er’s body tense, and she instinctively tried to push him away, as if trying to squeeze out the man’s swollen desire.

“Sang’er…don’t move…don’t move…be good…” the man roared, panting heavily as he thrust his lower body rapidly. Ignoring her ability to bear it, he pressed her head down, wildly and fiercely venting his desires, each thrust more ferocious and profound than the last, feeling the increasingly intense ecstasy emanating from his tailbone. That pleasure stirred his mind, fueled his lust, leaving him as if trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself. Just

as he reached his climax in her mouth, he suddenly pulled her tightly into his arms, his thin lips frantically kissing her body. His cold, handsome face was as dark as an ancient well, and he swore as if making a vow, "I will definitely find someone to cure you! As long as we reach Youzhou City and find that poison doctor, your illness will definitely be cured!!!"

A month later, in Youzhou City.

As night fell, two magnificent sedan chairs had been waiting outside the luxurious mansion for some time. Just as the sedan chair bearers were about to fall asleep, the gate slowly opened. One voice chuckled, "Fuge, it's chilly tonight, no need to escort us any further..."

Another voice replied, "It's alright, I drank a bit too much earlier, my head is a little dizzy, a bit of fresh air will sober me up."

Prince Hao nodded and smiled, his expression regretful, "It's a pity we've come all the way from Lin'an to visit you, but Lady Fushui is ill today and unable to drink and chat with us. What a shame!"

Ye Fuge narrowed her peach blossom eyes and smiled, "There's plenty of time in the future. Anyway, we'll be settling here in Youzhou City for now. I'm unfamiliar with this place, so you must come visit me often."

"Yes, there's plenty of time in the future. Next time we come, we must bring the jar of 'Jade Jade Immortal Wine' that Father Emperor bestowed upon us," Prince Ning chimed in, "Then we must drink three thousand cups!"

"Definitely...definitely!"

“I remember drinking by the West Pond in the past, how much joy we had every year… Since we parted, I haven’t sent a single letter. When we meet again, I still say things are not as good as before…” A clear, drunken voice drifted over from not far away, and everyone was startled and looked up.

Under the moonlight, a small figure staggered towards them, carrying a cage in her arms. She gave them a dazed, drunken smile and continued, "Tonight, I dream of a peaceful night under the brocade quilt, the bright moon a good voyage across the rivers and lakes. Why ask about the fate of my longing? Knowing spring has passed, I can only watch the fallen flowers..."

Prince Hao squinted at her for a moment, then hesitated, saying, "That woman looks a bit like Lady Fushui, don't you think, Fuge?"

Ye Fuge secretly clenched her fist, glared fiercely at Luanxuan, then turned to the Seventh Prince with a serene and refined smile, "Xuan'er is recuperating in her room, how could she have gone out and gotten so drunk? It must be that the Seventh Prince drank too much and his vision is blurry."

Prince Ning rolled his shrewd eyes, looking at Ye Fuge, whose brows furrowed with embarrassment, and said calmly, "Yes, Seventh Brother, you must be mistaken. It's late, let's go back soon."

“But… um… alright…” Hao Wang nodded, walking towards his sedan chair while muttering to himself, “So alike… so alike…”

Ye Fuge had just breathed a sigh of relief when a thunderous voice rang out behind her, “Ye Fuge, you stop right there!”

Everyone was startled, their gazes turning to the petite figure behind Ye Fuge. A moment of silence fell over the surroundings. Hao Wang, who had already settled into his sedan chair, laughed again, lifting the curtain and patting Ye Fuge on the shoulder, saying, “So it really is…” "It's Lady Fushui, not me seeing things! Fuge, didn't you say she was ill and unable to receive guests? How come she's back from outside? She seems even more drunk than I am!"

Ye Fuge's face turned pale, and he chuckled dryly. He glanced at Prince Hao, then walked to Luanxuan, his smile warm and gentle. "Xuan'er, weren't you feeling unwell? Why didn't you tell me before running around and drinking so much? It's so dangerous at night. What if you accidentally kidnapped me? What am I supposed to do alone?" Although his voice was clear and pleasant, his gaze was so vicious it seemed he wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

Luanxuan hated his hypocritical attitude the most, and now, remembering the peach blossom hairpin he had broken, her anger flared. She glared at him and slapped him across the face.

This time, not only the two princes, but even the servants were stunned. Even Ye Fuge was taken aback, his face turning cold: "Why did you hit me?!"

Luan Xuan put the cage on the ground, raised her chin, and, emboldened by the alcohol, completely ignored Ye Fuge's icy expression, shouting recklessly, "Why can't I hit you? It's all your fault for revealing that I hid the ferret here, causing Ling Chunjian to ignore me now... It's all your fault, and you even broke the gift he gave me... Ugh!" "...? ? !!! !"

Suddenly, something warm and soft pressed against her lips, startling her. She stared blankly at the handsome face so close to hers, his fine, dark eyelashes brushing against her eyelids, making her feel both sore and itchy. Most importantly, his thin lips were pressed tightly against her rosy lips, and a clear, grassy breath seemed to emanate from his mouth, making her feel a tingling, numb sensation all over her body. A strange blush quietly spread across her cheeks.

She trembled, the alcohol already mostly gone, and instinctively tried to struggle, but he held her tightly, unable to move an inch.

Seeing their tender moment, Prince Ning and Prince Hao exchanged a smile and quietly left without a word.

After a while, feeling the hands gripping her arms gradually loosen, Luan Xuan's eyes turned cold, and she pushed him hard across the chest.

Caught off guard, Ye Fuge nearly fell to the ground when she pushed him. He watched the two ornate sedan chairs disappear into the night fog, his face grim as he angrily demanded, "What's wrong with you?!"

Luanxuan blushed, flustered, pointing at her lips then at him, before finally managing to utter two words: "Indecent!"

Ye Fuge smiled coldly, a chilling smile, his gaze dark and unsettling. "No matter how indecent I am, I'm afraid I can't compare to your shamelessness, Princess..."

Hearing this, Luanxuan clenched her fists, leaping in front of him, and angrily said, "What do you mean? You were the one who took liberties with me just now, why are you calling me shameless?"

Ye Fuge snorted, lowering his head and narrowing his eyes coldly at her. "Have you ever seen a woman with a sense of shame, secretly drinking herself into a stupor late at night, not knowing where she came from?" Luanxuan hesitated, then blurted out, "I just..."

"Not only that, but she even slapped her husband in front of outsiders, constantly calling out another man's name?" He interrupted her, his expression calm but his brows furrowed with sarcasm: "A woman with such a shameless heart as you is truly unheard of. I've certainly learned something new!"

Luan Xuanjiu, still shaken from her earlier fright, saw his livid face and, though his words were harsh, they were all true. Feeling guilty, she lost her temper and rubbed her hands together as if to herself: "It's all Dongxiaozi's fault. He could have just let me bring the ferret back directly. Why did he have to drag me drinking... and now I'm being scolded..."

Ye Fuge rolled his eyes at her, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "So, it's all someone else's fault. You, on the other hand, are washing your hands of it all!"

Luan Xuan had been silent, but suddenly, as if remembering something, she stared at him with puzzled eyes, her dark, bright eyes widening in confusion. "Even if I was wrong, why... why... did that kind of thing to me..."

Ye Fuge sighed, both amused and exasperated, muttering to himself, "Were you a pig in your past life?"

"What did you say?!"

"Gossip is a fearsome thing, you know?! If those words you uttered were exaggerated and spread by Prince Ning and Prince Hao, not only would you be in trouble, but Ling Chunjian and I would also be implicated..."

Luan Xuan suddenly realized, blinked, and asked innocently, "So... you're going to use this method to shut me up, to stop me from saying anything more?"

Ye Fuge was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore. He yawned, feeling dizzy and weak all over, and was about to go back to his room to sleep when a hand grabbed his clothes tightly.

He impatiently pulled his hand away from hers and said, "Miss, what else do you want? I'm so sleepy, let me go back to sleep, okay?!"

Luanxuan persisted, grabbing his sleeve and shaking her head urgently, "No, you can't sleep now..."

Ye Fuge asked curiously, "Why?"

Luanxuan pulled him to the cage and pointed to the ferret sleeping soundly inside, saying, "I don't know why, but ever since it left the Liao Palace, it's been very listless, eating and drinking very little. It seems to be sick. Look, it looks like it's about to die. We need to find someone to treat it quickly."

Ye Fuge said coldly, "I told you to return this ferret before leaving the palace, but you refused. And the Jade Consort's ferret that you tricked her into giving you has disappeared again. What are you doing?"

"No reason, I just don't like her, I just hate her!" Luanxuan pouted unhappily. She tugged at his sleeve again and said, "Let's not talk about this now. If we don't save this ferret, it will really die!"

Ye Fuge looked up at the sky, turned around and said lightly, "It's already past midnight, and the pharmacies are all closed. Let's go tomorrow!"

"No, if we can't find someone to treat him, he won't survive the night!" She grabbed his sleeve again, stubbornly refusing to let go.

Ye Fuge yawned widely again, helplessly trying to soothe him, "Alright, alright, I'll have Steward Lin go to the pharmacy with you. I can't take it anymore, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep..."

He had only taken a step or two when she forcefully pulled him back. Caught off guard, he tripped and almost fell. Although he was unharmed, he was startled and turned back to glare at her angrily, "What exactly do you want?!"

Luan Xuan secretly stuck out her tongue and said with a forced smile, "Husband, I didn't mean to, don't be angry... Listen to me, these past few days... " Actually, we've already taken it to see so many doctors, but none of them can figure out what's wrong. Oh, right... I heard... that poison doctor... Si Wu... something like that... has also come to Youzhou City... Why don't we go find him? Maybe he can cure it..."

Ye Fuge almost fainted from anger upon hearing this. Just thinking about the look on Si Wu's face when he stood before the drowsy Si Wu, holding that half-dead ferret, at midnight, made him want to go crazy. But he also knew that if he couldn't fulfill her wish tonight, he wouldn't be able to close his eyes in his dreams.

Chapter 114 Disturbing a Peaceful Dream in the Bamboo Forest (Princess)

The night fog was deep, and in the dark and silent mountain forest, a single candle suddenly lit up from the bamboo house hidden deep in the green bamboo.

Inside, the man in his pajamas, his face dark, glanced at the dying ferret in the cage, and coldly spoke with a slight frown: "A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence. This saying is indeed true. I never thought that a noble lady like you would come here in the middle of the night for a mere ferret. You truly have the heart of a bodhisattva."

Ye Fuge chuckled a few times and said apologetically, "Brother Ji, please don't be angry with me. If it weren't for the urgency, I wouldn't dare to disturb your peaceful sleep. However, this ferret is too badly injured and its life is in danger. I'm afraid it won't survive the night, so I... I beg Brother Si to lend a hand."

Si Wumei slowly took a sip of tea, her expression indifferent, seemingly without any intention of helping.

Luan Xuan, anxious, furrowed her brows and urged, "Si... Divine Doctor, since you're awake now, please save this ferret. Don't you Han people always say that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda? It may not be human, but it's still a life. Please save it!"

Si Wumei slowly put down his teacup, and when his frost-like eyes fell on Ye Fuge, a sly smile flashed across his face. "For your sake, I can help you this time, but I want you to remember that you owe me a favor."

Ye Fuge, seeing the cunning look that flashed across his face, felt a headache coming on. He pulled Luan Xuan in front of him and laughed, "This ferret is one she insisted on saving. How about letting her owe you a favor?"

"Yes, I'll owe it! As long as you're willing to save it, I'll do anything, even a hundred or a thousand!" Luan Xuan patted her chest and laughed heartily.

Si Wumei sneered, his dark eyes sharp and cold, staring directly at Ye Fuge, and asked, "What do you say?"

Seeing Ye Fuge hesitate, he suddenly stood up, his long sleeves swirling open the wooden door. He then turned and walked into the inner room, his voice as cold as ice: "My wife and I are merely strangers who met by chance. How could I trouble her? Since that's the case, you two should take this ferret and go back together. I need to rest!"

Luanxuan panicked and hurriedly pushed Ye Fuge, anxiously saying, "Ye Fuge... just agree to him..."

Ye Fuge sighed inwardly. Looking at the weak, lifeless ferret slumped in its cage, Si Wumei remained silent for a moment before resignedly saying, "I promise you. From now on, whether it's robbing, kidnapping, murder, or arson, as long as Brother Si asks, I will never refuse."

Si Wumei stopped, turned around, and smiled faintly, "It's a deal." "It's a deal..."

Si Wumei nodded in satisfaction, his gaze lingering on Luanxuan for a moment before he said thoughtfully, "Lady Fushui, there's something I want to remind you of."

Luanxuan blinked and asked, "What is it?"

"Sometimes, instead of worrying about trivial things, it's better to worry about yourself."

Luanxuan was even more confused and asked blankly, "Worry about me for what?"

Si Wu Mei gazed at the desolate moonlight outside the door, her dark eyes deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well with no bottom. She said softly, "Some things, the more beautiful their appearance and the more alluring their fragrance, the more potent their poison, killing silently. If you want to live longer, drink less of those things of unknown origin." Luan

Xuan thought for a while with a bewildered look in her eyes, then her eyes suddenly lit up. She hesitated and said, "Could it be... Intoxicating Drink?" She shook her head to herself, "How could it be poisonous?" " The Intoxicating Drink is brewed from the Qionghua flowers of the Nine Regions. Every year, the Fusang Kingdom sends dozens of jars to Xixia. Everyone has been doing well all these years... And I believe Dongxiaozi wouldn't harm me..."

"I've said my piece, believe it or not is up to you..." He said calmly, walking to the wooden door and standing to the side, his expression already indicating that he was seeing them off. "It's getting late, please go back. I will personally deliver this ferret to your residence tomorrow."

Ye Fuge glanced at the few green bamboos swaying slightly outside the door, smiled and nodded, "Alright, then we won't disturb your rest any longer, farewell."

"We won't see you off."

Luanxuan turned back and looked reluctantly at the ferret, which was also slightly raising its head and weakly looking at her, and said worriedly, "You must heal it. It's very important to a person... There can't be any mistakes..."

"..."

"Also, it hates pain. Be gentle with your movements later, don't hurt it too much. If it's healed, remember to feed it something... It likes to eat..."

Bang! The wooden door slammed shut with a loud bang!

Luanxuan paused, then looked up at Ye Fuge with annoyance, saying, "Hey, look at his attitude! He closed the door before I could even speak. Is this how you treat a guest?"

Ye Fuge rubbed her throbbing temples, rolled her eyes at her, and said, "Princess, actually, he was being very polite."

Luanxuan's eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't believe her. "Is this what you call being polite? Where is he being polite?"

Ye Fuge took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and said gently, "All I know now is that if I had a needle and thread, I would have sewed your mouth shut for him!"

"Ye Fuge, don't run! Stop right there! Stop!"

"Only a fool wouldn't run. If you've got the guts, come and catch me, you gossip!"

"You... Ye Fuge, you big bastard! Stop!"

Chapter 115 Posuo Hall

In Youzhou City, the bright sunlight bathed the ancient cobblestone streets

, and the faint shouts of vendors and the sounds of carriages gradually became lively in the rustling autumn wind.

Shops lined both sides of the stone street, the most eye-catching of which was a uniquely decorated restaurant at the end of the street. A huge plaque hung above the restaurant, which read: "Zhuxiulou" (Pearl Embroidery Pavilion). The three gilded characters were elegant and graceful, clearly the work of a master. Looking towards the building, the traffic was heavy, a bustling scene. The building had three floors. The second-floor hall contained over thirty large round tables lacquered in red tung oil, separated by a bamboo-like screen. In a private room near the window, a woman in a long, elegant willow-green dress adorned with white plum blossoms was leaning on a table, one hand supporting her chin, the other fiddling with a blue glass bead, seemingly enjoying herself.

"Finished eating?" A deep, magnetic voice drifted past the screen. A man in a dark blue fitted robe, his black hair tied with a dark blue beaded chain across his shoulder, sat down beside her, carrying two jars of wine.

Upon hearing this voice, Nu Sang'er immediately tensed up. The innocent smile vanished from her face, replaced by a wary gaze at the perpetually expressionless, unpredictable man before her.

It's not entirely uncommon for Nu Sang'er to be so afraid of him. Throughout their journey, Yelü Zhuo had been troubled by her illness, and they had been in Youzhou City for over half a month without finding the elusive 'poison doctor.' Seeing her increasingly erratic behavior only added to his frustration. Therefore, he often wore a dark expression in her presence, rarely showing a smile. Furthermore, sometimes at night, when his lust was aroused, he would indulge in intimate acts with her regardless of her wishes. Thus, although they had been together for over half a month, Nu Sang'er had grown increasingly afraid of him. "I...I'm done eating..." Nu Sang'er nodded cautiously, then lowered her head to play with the glass bead in her hand.

Yelü Zhuo grunted, downed the two jars of fine daughter's red wine, and then stood up briskly, saying, "Stop playing around... I heard someone in the south of the city saw that poison doctor. Let's go look for him there."

As he spoke, he picked up the ancient sword from the table, left a fifty-tael silver note, grabbed Nu Sang'er's arm, and started walking out without looking back. But Nu Sang'er was caught off guard; his sudden pull caused her hand to slip, and the blue glass bead rolled off the table and disappeared.

"Ah... the bead fell... it's gone..." Nu Sang'er cried out blankly, hurriedly breaking free from his hand and anxiously crawling on the ground, searching frantically.

Yelü Zhuo frowned at the strange looks from the crowd, scanned the ground, and, finding no trace of the bead, said indifferently, "If it's lost, it's lost. If you like it, I'll give you one later." He

then reached for her hand, pulling her up from the ground. "I don't want it... I only want that one... I don't want it..." Nu Sang'er cried out, blinking and searching frantically, but the more anxious she became, the less she could find it. She began to sob. Yelü Zhuo, seeing everyone's attention on them, the whispers, and her continued crying, grew annoyed. Without a word, he pulled her up, his face cold, and said, "Stop looking. Come with me."

"...No... I won't go... I won't go..." Nu Sang'er was dragged away by him, struggling and crying out, but her small strength was no match for the lithe Yelü Zhuo. Her face showed both anger and anxiety, and she cried even louder, which aroused more discussion among the crowd. Some even jeered with a look of amusement, saying, "Ha, so that woman is an idiot!"

"Yes, she's quite pretty, but she's an idiot. What a pity!"

"If you ask me, it's the man who's a pity. He's so handsome and dashing, how could he choose such a stupid woman?"

Hearing those people calling him a "fool," Yelü Zhuo grew even angrier. His eyes turned cold, he stopped, and kicked the table behind him hard. The sturdy mahogany table shattered into pieces in an instant. The group who had been gossiping, seeing this and feeling the man's fierce aura, immediately shut their mouths, trembling and backing away. Even the waiter holding the tray trembled uncontrollably, his courage to intervene vanishing completely. "

Is this

the bead the young lady is looking for?" A humble voice suddenly rang out, seemingly unafraid of death.

Nu Sang'er, still sobbing and stunned by fear, slowly raised her head upon hearing the voice. Looking at the shimmering blue glass bead in the man's hand, her eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, this is my bead!!" "It's my pearl!!"

Yelü Zhuo's gaze also turned gloomy as he looked at the man standing gracefully before him, and he was slightly stunned. "...It's you!"

Half an incense stick later, in the most luxurious private room of the Pearl Embroidery Pavilion, behind a sandalwood screen carved with plum blossoms, bamboo, and the Four Gentlemen, three figures sat elegantly.

A waiter, with a fawning smile, presented ten large jars of Daughter's Red wine, saying obsequiously, "This is the finest Daughter's Red wine in the pavilion, please enjoy, gentlemen!"

The man in yellow smiled slightly, tipped him a silver ingot, and waved his hand. The waiter happily accepted the silver and left.

The man in yellow poured a cup of wine for the person opposite him and asked, "So, Your Highness has not yet found that famous doctor? Alas...it seems I've come all this way in vain."

Yelü Zhuo paused in his wine cup, frowned, and said, "Bagoda, what do you mean by that? Why are you also looking for that famous doctor?" "

Baguda lowered his head, remaining silent, his expression seemingly troubled and hesitant.

'What exactly happened? You'd better tell me the truth, don't hide anything!' Yelü Zhuo slammed his wine cup on the table, his face stern.

'Your Highness, please calm down… It’s… Consort Xun, she…' Baguda stammered, his face flushed, before finally managing to utter a few words, 'Mother? What happened to Mother?' Upon hearing this, Yelü Zhuo's expression immediately tightened, his brows furrowing. 'Speak up! Isn't Mother diligently practicing Buddhism at the 'Posuo Hall'? Has something happened to her?!'

Baguda took a deep breath and slowly said, 'Your Highness, please calm down. Consort Xun has been suffering from headaches lately, unable to sleep at night, and even when she does fall asleep, she is often awakened by nightmares. She has consulted many imperial physicians and taken many medicines, but nothing seems to work.'

'How could this be? Why didn't you send someone to tell me sooner?!'" Yelü Zhuo slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, his face turning extremely ugly. Nu Sang'er was startled by his sudden outburst. She shrank back and hurriedly clutched the glass ball she had just regained in her hand, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and nervousness.

Baguda hurriedly knelt on one knee, stammering, "Your Highness, it's not that I wanted to hide Consort Xun's illness, but it was all her wish. She didn't want you to worry about her, nor did she want to alarm the Emperor, so she ordered me to keep it from the Fifth Prince..."

Yelü Zhuo snorted coldly, angrily flicking his sleeve, "Go find me some of the fastest horses, and prepare a carriage. I'm setting off for 'Posuo Hall' now!"

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away! However..." Baguda glanced at Nusang'er, hesitatingly asking, "Does Your Highness intend to take this Han woman with you?"

Yelü Zhuo gave him a cold sidelong glance, his expression arrogant and sharp: "Why not? Do you have a problem with that?"

"This humble servant wouldn't dare... but this humble servant wanted to remind Your Highness that Consort Xun has always been extremely disgusted with Han people. If this young lady were to accompany you, this humble servant fears that Consort Xun would be displeased..."

Yelü Zhuo's eyes darkened, and he glanced at him, his gaze unreadable: "How I do things is not for you to teach me. You should go do what you're supposed to do now!"

Chapter 115 Let Me Taste Your Flavor

Inside the fragrant 'Dream Garden' in the Posuo Hall

"Mother Consort, has your headache improved recently?" Yelü Zhuo stood sideways on a sandalwood bed covered with a snow-white fox fur. Reclining on the bed was a woman of elegant bearing, around fifty years old.

"Hmm… seeing Zhuo'er… even my headaches can be cured without medicine," Consort Mu said, her face full of loving care as she stroked Yelü Zhuo's face, her eyes shimmering with maternal tenderness.

"Heh, if Mother wishes to see her child more often, why not move back to 'Zhuori Palace' and live with me?

" "No need," Consort Mu smiled, shaking her head. "I've lived here for many years, and I'm already used to the peace and tranquility, the leisurely life. I'm very happy here…" Consort Mu smiled and shook her head, rubbing her temples with her slender fingers. Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, and she asked seemingly casually, "I heard you brought back a woman this time, a Song woman?"

Yelü Zhuo's gaze narrowed, and he said calmly, "...Yes…"

Consort Mu's eyes narrowed, her smile noticeably cooling. "Drive her out. You should know that the people I hate most in my life are Song people!"

Yelü Zhuo remained silent, his cold, stern face as hard as a rock, unyielding, his dark, distant eyes filled with a deep, inky darkness. "...Mother, she's different from ordinary Song people..." "

How is she different? A Song person is a Song person! What difference could there be?!" The woman's aura sharpened noticeably, carrying a chilling anger.

Yelü Zhuo silently observed the clearly enraged woman, his voice as cold, deep, and resolute as ever, "To me... she is different. I want... to keep her by my side..."

"Then what about Wan Cai'er? You two have been friends since childhood... Although she has served me all these years, I know she has always longed for you. Hearing you were coming back, she was so excited she couldn't sleep for several nights, constantly busy preparing your favorite foods... Don't you have even a shred of affection for her? Do you know how much I've been looking forward to the day I can drink your wedding wine!" Yelü

Zhuo's cold gaze showed little emotion, only a faint ripple passing through it. He lowered his eyes and said, "I understand her feelings for me, but I've always only considered her my sister. I'm afraid I'll never be able to fulfill Mother's wish!"

Hearing this, Consort Mu's gaze froze. She stared at Yelü Zhuo for a long time, as if only then understanding what he had said, before suddenly raising her hand and slapping him hard across the face.

In a quiet courtyard several hundred meters southwest of 'Meng Hua Ting,' Nu Sang'er stood with her head tilted back, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she watched the golden leaves fall silently from the treetops. "Is it you?" A mocking voice came from outside the courtyard. Nu Sang'er looked up in surprise, somewhat panicked, at the strangely dressed man who walked in. She unconsciously took a step back. The man sized her up several times, his eyebrows and eyes full of arrogance and frivolity. He pinched her cheek hard a few times. "Silly woman, I really don't understand. What is it about my sister that I can't compare to you? I almost laughed myself to death when I heard him arguing with Consort Mu in Menghua Pavilion. What is it about you that makes that stinky rock so angry?"

"Let go! How annoying!" "Nusang'er, whether from the pain of his pinch or from disgust at his frivolous manner, grabbed his hand and bit down hard!

"Ah~" The man winced in pain, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he forcefully pulled his finger back. Looking at his bleeding finger, a flash of anger appeared in his dark brown eyes. He stared at her intently for a moment, then a smile curved his beautifully shaped lips. He pulled a uniquely shaped crystal ball from his pocket and began to wave it enticingly in front of her. A melodious yet strangely eerie sound rang out, hypnotically, "Sleep, sleep..."

"Sleep...sleep..."

The voice was as gentle as a summer river breeze, as tender as willow branches in spring, and as soft as autumn leaves, drawing the listener unconsciously into a dream, a blissful reverie, under the shimmering pale golden light before them.

The man in the silver leopard-print robe held the sleeping woman in his arms, licked his red lips, and put the golden crystal ball into his pocket. His gaze lingered on her rosy face, her fair neck, and her delicate, barely visible breasts for a while before he licked his sensual lips again, lifted her into his arms, and walked into the fragrant boudoir, his eyes filled with lustful amusement. "You little thing, you dared to bite me, so you should pay the price. Let me taste you properly."

Chapter 116 The Soul-Summoning Bell (Spicy)

"...Mmm..." When Nusang'er groggily opened her eyes, she was already naked in a man's arms. The man held her tightly from behind, his body rubbing against her, making her feel hot and bothered.

She tried to open her eyes wide to see the person behind her, but she couldn't make out his face. "Awake?" A strange breath was on her ear, and a large hand was slowly caressing and kneading her two exquisite breasts. Long nails occasionally scratched the erect, rosy nipples, causing her body to tremble. "Mmm...no...you...who are you? Where am I..." Nusang'er groaned in discomfort. The scenery before her was dazzling and beautiful, yet indistinct. Golden light filled the surroundings, as if she were in the sunset on a grassland, or as if she were in the evening glow by a lake. The only difference was that her thoughts had become exceptionally clear and lucid.

"Not stupid anymore?" "Hehe..." He looked at her now clear, unfocused gaze, chuckled a few times, and muttered to himself, "I've heard that this 'Soul-Calling Bell' can not only lull people to sleep, but also awaken their consciousness in dreams. It really is true..."

"Who are you? Let me go! Let me go!" Nu Sang'er struggled uneasily in his arms, her mind flashing back and forth with everything that had happened these past few days, including Yelü Zhuo's face. She felt both confused and bewildered.

"Who am I?" "Let me tell you, you won't remember even if you wake up, so why bother? Such a beautiful day, we should just enjoy ourselves." The man's unrestrained voice, tinged with disdain, drifted like reeds in her ear. Nu Sang'er frowned, twisting her body in resentment, wanting to ask something more, but her chin was forcefully lifted by a large hand, and her soft lips were wickedly sucked into the man's mouth. His cunning and agile tongue swept across her pearly teeth, licking her moist mouth with unrestrained and flirtatious licking. She shook her head, her fragrant tongue constantly dodging and weaving, trying to escape this lewdness, but he caught her again and again, and she escaped each time. His grip tightened, holding her slender waist even more firmly, his lips pressing heavily against hers, his long tongue stirring vigorously, his lips sucking in her fragrant tongue, swirling and churning within his own mouth.

"Mmm...ah...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er let out a coquettish moan. She felt her breasts being pinched painfully by the man, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes. She dared not struggle anymore, but was forced to nestle in his arms, murmuring indistinctly, "Don't...rub...it hurts...it hurts...mmm..."

"That sound is so beautiful..." After an unknown amount of time, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips, gently nibbling at her chin, his tongue tracing her cheek, down her neck, and landing on her smooth, delicate shoulder blades.

"Mmm...no...don't..." The tingling, itchy sensation made Nu Sang'er instinctively resist, her legs unconsciously rubbing against each other. To the glaring eyes of the countless women Shu Lan had been hunting, this was undoubtedly a woman's body already aroused.

Therefore, instead of stopping, he continued to nibble and lick her collarbone, listening to her increasingly rapid breathing, feeling her body tremble with each gentle caress of his fingertips on her smooth, creamy breasts. Her waist quivered, her soft breasts quivered, and her watery, gentle eyes shimmered with a captivating, alluring light.

That gaze made Shu Lan's throat tighten. His calloused hand gently circled her smooth abdomen, his slightly curved fingers slipping inside her pubic hair.

"Ah! No!" Nu Sang'er's sensitive body trembled as a stranger's fingers suddenly penetrated her. Her face flushed, she struggled to tightly clamp her legs together, but quickly one leg was grabbed by the man's other hand, lifted high, and pressed against her pretty face. Her wet, red vulva was instantly exposed to the man's eyes, completely exposed. The man's fingers slowly spread open the two bright red petals, two fingers digging into the pink, moist opening, probing and teasing it deeply and shallowly.

"...No...no...I don't want this..." Her body arched violently, her clear eyes shimmering with an embarrassing, wet red light of shame. She twisted her body desperately, trying to break free, but the man's hands were like chains, pressing her down, unable to move. "It's really too tight..." the man sighed in surprise, his fingers laboriously exploring the slippery, tender honeyed opening. Two fingers, even more unrestrained, sometimes gently pressed and rubbed, sometimes forcefully thrusting and digging, plunging deep inside, leaving a scene of utter chaos.

"Mmm...ah..." A terrifying shiver surged from within her, wave after wave spreading throughout her body. Nu Sang'er instinctively tensed her body, panting heavily, her body rising and falling with the movements of the fingers inside her vagina. The intense shame and pleasure didn't last long before she bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face in humiliation.

Her delicate body rubbed gently against his hard chest as he continued to tease her, stimulating his large member to grow even thicker and hotter.

He took a deep breath, lifted her off his lap, and made her kneel on the ground. Then, he moved behind her, grabbed her legs, and suddenly pulled them apart, widening the distance between them even further.

"Ah..." Nu Sang'er cried out in surprise. Her legs were suddenly pulled, and her upper body fell directly onto the soft ground. Her smooth, snowy buttocks, raised high, swayed gently involuntarily in the rosy light. This position was undoubtedly an even deeper temptation for the lustful man.

"What a seductive little vixen. Now I think I can understand why he would defy Consort Mu for you..."

Shu Lanla chuckled in a low voice, then immediately raised his already erect and thick member and thrust it deep into that alluring opening!

"Ah!!!...!" Nu Sang'er's body trembled, her face turning pale. The question she hadn't even had time to utter was cut short by this seductive moan. Her delicate body swayed back and forth with the thrusts from behind.

“…Ah…slower…a little…it hurts…” Her slender waist was pressed down by a large hand, while one of her buttocks was forcefully spread apart. Shu Lanlai knelt behind her, like a valiant knight, wildly invading and shaking inside her.

“Ah…ah ah…” Nu Sang’er’s hands frantically clawed at the ground, her rosy lips uttering broken, unsteady words. Her beautiful face flushed crimson. Tears welled in her clear eyes as she sobbed softly. Wave after wave of orgasms surged from within her, one after another, with each of the man’s frenzied thrusts, filling her with both shame and fear.

She could clearly feel that thick, hot member constantly moving in and out of her, each insertion fierce and fast, each withdrawal clean and efficient. He circled inside her, constantly changing angles, thrusting wildly inside her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

She swayed her snowy buttocks in vain, as if trying to resist the unfamiliar and overwhelming pleasure, but the more she struggled, the faster and more intense the man's movements became. The penis behind her also throbbed even more rapidly.

"Waaah... umm... ah... umm... no... waaah... umm... let me go... I don't want to... I don't want to anymore... waaah... umm... umm... ahh... it hurts..."

Unable to resist the man's sharp and skillful possession, she lay weakly on the ground, biting her lip and sobbing, shaking her head helplessly, hoping that the man would suddenly have a change of heart and let her go.

Suddenly, Shu Lan's movements stopped. Nu Sang'er's watery eyes flickered, naively thinking that the man was going to let her go. She tried to move her body, but her upper body was suddenly lifted into the air. In the next instant, she was lifted up by the man's waist, and the two of them were tightly intertwined in a standing position.

"Um...you..." Nu Sang'er had never tried such a shameful position before. Her face flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed. She turned her head, filled with embarrassment, to look at the man who was grinning wickedly and sinisterly. She didn't know whether to stand or lie down. Her two snow-white legs, forced wide apart, trembled slightly.

"Never tried playing like this before? There's something even more fun."

As if seeing through her thoughts, Shu Lanla smiled wickedly and with a strange interest. He tightly hugged her waist, deliberately bent his knees, and forcefully pushed open her knees, forcing her to squat down. At the same time, he thrust his waist forward, and his hard, thick male sword plunged deep into the deepest part of her fully opened vagina. "Ah!" Nu Sang'er screamed, her body trembling. She twisted her body in embarrassment and discomfort, shaking her head and crying, trying to stop the crazy and rude man in front of her. However, Shu Lan's movements were clearly much faster than hers. He held her down tightly while thrusting in and out rapidly, his large hands skillfully kneading and pinching her trembling breasts. The male sword that entered her private parts was so forceful with each thrust, as if it wanted to pierce her through.

"Ah...slower...too fast...so deep...no...no...wooo...ah ah..." Nu Sang'er cried out incoherently. The man's entry was too fierce, his thrusts too intense. Each wave of roughness was more than she could bear, and her petite body swayed unsteadily from the impact.

Chapter 117 Midnight Shock (Spicy)

"Hehe..."

After playing with her for an unknown amount of time, Shu Lan chuckled sensually and deeply. He turned her limp body over, enjoying for a while her tear-stained, terrified, and anxious eyes, which also held a certain longing, as she cried. His thin lips curled into a smile, and with a swift movement, he lifted her legs and placed them directly on his shoulders. With a thrust of his hips, he aimed his rock-hard member at the depths of her sweet, fragrant flower and thrust it in forcefully.

"Ah... um..." Nu Sang'er screamed, tears streaming down her soft eyes from the pain of being penetrated so violently again. He was too big, too big for her to bear.

"Mmm...uh...so good..." Shu Lanci greedily inhaled deeply, his eyes closed, moaning and sighing with pleasure. His massive member squeezed her tight, moist opening, the warm, wet walls like countless tiny mouths eagerly sucking at him. The intense stimulation made his body ache, and he desperately wanted to release. His member, like a rod, relentlessly thrust into her body from top to bottom, uncontrollably pumping violently. "Ah, ahh...too fast...no...don't...don't go so deep...don't...wooo..." Nu Sang'er sobbed and begged for mercy, her legs pressed against her cheeks by the man's large hands, forcing his member almost vertically into her narrow, honeyed depths. Each entry felt like it was piercing her through.

Her flat stomach rose and fell with each frenzied thrust, her tight walls gripping his massive member, the pink flesh churning with each in-and-out movement. The pleasure and passion made her moan and gasp, a mixture of crying and joy, her hot breath falling on the man's chest, soothing the passion that could not be extinguished.

"Ah...no...ah ah...mmm...I can't take it anymore..." The sounds of flesh colliding and water splashing grew louder and louder, the lewd sounds filling the entire room. "No wonder he likes you so much...this body is truly intoxicating,"

Shu Lanci chuckled softly, seemingly moved. His muscular body was covered in beads of sweat, but he clung tightly to her body, refusing to let go. He felt his penis, deeply inside her, being served with exceptional comfort. No matter how many times he entered, it remained as tight and shy as a virgin's. That place tightly gripped his penis, squeezing desperately as if both resisting and welcoming. As his enormous member swelled more and more from the woman's grip beneath him, an uncontrollable feeling of tightness made his whole body burn, causing him to thrust in and out of her even more vigorously, releasing his pent-up desires, again and again, seemingly without end.

His hard, erect abdomen relentlessly pounded against her tender, hidden opening, grinding and rubbing against every inch of the soft flesh deep inside, touching every sensitive spot. He pulled out completely, then plunged in again, stretching her flower opening wide, each thrust reaching its deepest point.

"Ah...ahhhhhhh...um...ahhhhhhhhhh..." Nu Sang'er turned her face to the side, closed her eyes, and moaned weakly with tears streaming down her face, feeling the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation that this man brought her. "Such a lewd body, the fluids flowing out are almost a disaster." The man chuckled evilly as he bit her cheek, then pulled out his huge member again and slammed it back in, thrusting into her body with all his might. After a series of frenzied thrusts, hot dragon fluid suddenly gushed out, spraying into her body. The intense and wild temperature burned her, and she bit her lip and cried again...

At the same time, in the corridor hundreds of meters away from the courtyard,

a man in a black robe with a python wrapped in clouds was walking briskly in the corridor with his head down, looking depressed. "Brother Zhuo~ Aren't you asleep yet so late?"

A woman in a purple dress carried a small lantern and walked slowly into the night, calling out to his figure in a coquettish manner.

Yelü Zhuo turned around and looked at the woman's stunning face, which was faintly visible in the swaying lamplight. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped.

"Cai'er, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Wan Cai'er gracefully walked to his side, gazing tenderly at the face she had longed for day and night, a faint smile appearing on her face. "Cai'er... can't sleep..."

"Why

can't you sleep?" "...Brother Zhuo, are you asking a question you already know the answer to?" Wan Cai'er playfully punched his chest, turning her head away and lowering her eyes, saying, "You haven't spent any time with me properly these past few days since you came back, how can I sleep..."

Yelü Zhuo's gaze darkened, he hesitated for a moment, then blurted out expressionlessly, "Cai'er, I understand your feelings for me all these years, but I..."

"Brother Zhuo, the woman you brought back is from the Song Dynasty?!" Wan Cai'er's expression changed, abruptly interrupting him, raising her captivating, clear eyes and asking with a smile.

"What, you want to interfere with me too?" Yelü Zhuo's face darkened again, his right cheek still throbbing slightly, even the slap, though imposing, couldn't break his resolve.

"No, no..." Wan Cai'er, seeing his darkened face, hurriedly waved her hands and shook her head, her expression one of understanding. "I just saw that the girl seemed a bit eccentric, so I wanted to show some concern. Perhaps she has some kind of illness? Could she have found a doctor?"

Yelü Zhuo paused, slowly lowering his thick eyelashes, sighed, and said with some melancholy, "...She accidentally fell off a cliff and injured her head. We've seen many doctors, but none of them can cure her."

"I see..." Wan Cai'er sighed with sympathy. She glanced at Yelü Zhuo's troubled expression, smiled gently and considerately, reached out to support his arm, and softly comforted him, "Brother Zhuo, don't worry, I think that girl's illness will get better after a while."

"A while, a while... I wonder when that will be?!"

Yelü Zhuo irritably pulled his arm away, frowned, and punched the silver-patterned pillar behind him. The blow sent dust flying from the wood, and several dark red streaks of blood appeared on his hand, spreading like venomous snakes across the back of his hand. "Brother Zhuo! Your hand is bleeding!" Wan Cai'er exclaimed, her expression pained as she hurriedly grabbed his hand, wiping the winding blood with her sleeve. Her charming eyes held a mixture of coquettishness and sorrow. "Your temper hasn't changed at all. You're still so irritable after all these years. Come back inside with me so I can bandage your wound."

"No need, I'm fine." Yelü Zhuo coldly shook his head, trying to pull his arm away, but she held it firmly and stubbornly, unable to break free. She winked mischievously at Yelü Zhuo and smiled, "Brother Zhuo, just listen to me, come back to my room with me to bandage your wounds. And I just suddenly thought of a way to cure Miss Nu's illness."

"Oh? What kind of method?" Yelü Zhuo's spirits lifted, and he stared intently into her eyes, eagerly asking.

Wan Cai'er tilted her head and smiled mysteriously, "Come back to my room with me and I'll tell you."

Saying this, she blocked his arm and started to walk in another direction. Seeing Yelü Zhuo standing still, looking at her with a suspicious gaze, Wan Cai'er curled her lips again, a smile more alluring and captivating than a peony, and said softly.

“Brother Zhuo. When have I ever lied to you? You should remember that my cousin A'la has a ‘soul-summoning bell,’ right? I think that thing might help Miss Nu’s illness…”

“Yes, I actually forgot about that!” Yelü Zhuo’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he gripped her arm tightly and asked urgently, “Where is Shulanci now?”

“A'la… he…” Wan Cai’er lowered her head slightly, slowly brushing away the strands of hair that were blown by the wind from her cheek, letting the cunning light in her eyes fade away before raising her head again and smiling gently, “I remember now, A'la said he would bring me some silk he brought back from the Central Plains later. Why don’t you come back to the room with me and wait for him?”

“Hmm… okay…”

"Hmm,"

Yelü Zhuo glanced back at the courtyard several hundred meters away, hesitated for a moment, but was gently led by the woman beside him in another direction. In the Liao capital, deep in

the stillness of the night, under the bright, clear moonlight, a man with a face as beautiful as the moon sat quietly under a tree, his eyes closed. Stream-like hair flowed softly and gently down his back. In his emerald sleeves, a bird with vibrant emerald feathers slept soundly in his arms, its beautiful plumage shimmering with a tranquil and gentle light in the moonlight.

Both man and bird seemed to be fast asleep.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps and blinding flashes of light erupted, shattering the tranquility of the place.

Yelü Xuanyun slightly opened his eyes and was immediately struck by the sight of flames soaring into the sky. Bright, red torches burned fiercely across the night sky like the evening glow. A piercing, loud voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Seventh Prince Yelü Xuanyun has plotted to assassinate the King! Seize him!"

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