My mother is Qin Keqing 04

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Chapter 4: The Mysterious Qin Keqing
Even after the sun had set, the temperature in the height of summer was still over thirty degrees Celsius. Lu Wuyong led the way with a lantern, while I, with my small arms and legs, walked quickly behind. The road wasn't asphalt or cement, but paved with small, uniform blue bricks, the blue floor quite beautiful.
Looking around at the vast gardens with their blooming flowers, adorned with green grass and trees, and especially the pavilions, rockeries, and ponds, the beautiful and tranquil environment was a stark contrast to the high-rise buildings and reinforced concrete of my previous life. Even a breath of air felt so fresh.
Lu Wuyong, being meticulous, walked slowly. I, with my small steps, maintained this pace and didn't need his support. As a man nearing thirty, I wasn't used to acting like a child; a man has his pride.
I was a little anxious and didn't want my mother to wait too long, so I quickened my pace towards the inner courtyard. By the time I entered the room, I was covered in sweat, but my breathing was steady, my face wasn't flushed, and I felt perfectly fit.
"Don't worry, Ming'er," a woman said with a melodious voice.
The woman, dressed in a plain white gauze dress, sat languidly in a grand chair, her fair, jade-like right hand gently fanning herself with a Xiangfei fan. A uniquely styled bell adorned her right hand, its gentle ringing pleasing to the ear. She was casual and unpretentious, radiating a quiet, peaceful, elegant, and noble air.
This woman was my biological mother in this life, Qin Keqing. My mother, Qin Keqing, was only in her early twenties. In ancient times, women generally married very young, and a woman over twenty who wasn't married was considered an "old maid." My mother married into her husband's family at sixteen and gave birth to me at seventeen. As I understood it, my mother had suffered greatly.
I was pregnant before I was even an adult, and that father I'd never even met dared to do it. Luckily, my mother gave birth to me safely. In ancient times, childbirth was like passing through the gates of hell for a woman. I was so fortunate to be alive, and thankfully, my mother was like Qin Keqing.
"Last year on this day, in this very doorway, her face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's rosy hue." Seeing my mother's face reminds me of this line of poetry.
My mother had a face like a peach blossom, radiant and beautiful, her complexion as rosy as the sunset, exceptionally bright. My mother didn't wear any makeup; her natural appearance was already extremely beautiful. Her skin was rosy with a hint of white, delicate and gorgeous. The phrase "a peach blossom face is thin and cannot hide tears" perfectly describes my mother.
My mother wore her hair in a simple, casual bun, adorned with a single, intricately designed red-gold hairpin. Aside from this, there were no other embellishments. Her jet-black hair was styled simply and plainly, a hairstyle she particularly favored. Although women still lived in the old, patriarchal society, the Qin Dynasty, which lasted for millennia, had made many improvements. Women's clothing, makeup, and hairstyles were now diverse and elaborate. My mother, however, was unpretentious, avoiding makeup and bright colors. This didn't detract from her beauty; rather, it accentuated her ethereal, elegant beauty.
My mother's forehead was neither wide nor high, but her peach blossom eyes were exceptionally beautiful. Long, with slightly curved corners, they were watery and resembled peach petals, with a slight reddish tinge around them. Her long, fluttering eyelashes, slightly upturned at the corners, and her pupils often seemed to slant upwards, the black and white of her eyes indistinct, giving her a dreamy, enigmatic look. A single glance from her could launch a thousand ships, captivating all who beheld her.
When my mother smiled, her eyes resembled crescent moons. Her eyes, brimming with laughter, narrowed into two crescent moons, like half-moons hanging in the sky, utterly captivating. When she wasn't smiling, her eyes were like peach blossoms, her gaze dreamy and mesmerizing, her allure irresistible. My mother was a woman who didn't smile much; her eyes were calm as still water, without a ripple. She
had willow-leaf eyebrows, long and thin like willow leaves. Her nose was slightly slanted, not prominent, but rather endearing. Her lips were full, sensual, and three-dimensional; her two thin, red lips resembled rose petals, their contours alluring. The occasional, unintentional touch of her upper lip to her lower lip was incredibly seductive, igniting a man's desire for a kiss. Her
peach-blossom face gave her a pointed chin, her heart-shaped face both cute and alluring. Her features were exquisite and beautiful; she still looked like a young woman, even though she had a husband and children, it didn't diminish her charm in the slightest.
The summer weather was indeed quite hot. My mother wore a simple, elegant white silk dress. The silk fabric was plain and unadorned, very fresh and simple. The sleeves were wide and long, but her waist was narrow and slender. Perhaps because it was just the two of us in the room, and my mother treated me like a child, the fabric was very thin, even somewhat translucent. The outline of her large breasts could be seen through the wide, thin silk dress. It wasn't that my mother disliked wearing a tube top or a bellyband, but rather that it was convenient for breastfeeding me.
The two bright red nipples on her chest were particularly noticeable under the white silk dress, and their large protrusions made my mouth dry.
Her fair arms, like white jade, were particularly hazy in the candlelight. My mother's breasts were very large, I could really tell they were G-cup, but her waist was very slender and smooth; she could probably encircle them with both hands. Her
pair of full, round buttocks were large and perky. In ancient times, large buttocks were a symbol of fertility for women.
Full breasts and a slender waist are the most popular standards of female beauty today, naturally because men, who hold a dominant position in society, prefer them, leading many women to pursue them. My mother is 1.678 meters tall, which is considered quite tall. In the Jiangnan region, petite and delicate women are common. My mother's legs, which I estimate to be 90 centimeters long, are quite beautiful, but she rarely shows them.
Fortunately, my mother didn't bind her feet. High-ranking officials and talented men favored three-inch golden lotuses, and the cruel practice of foot binding from childhood often resulted in women becoming semi-disabled as adults. However, the custom of foot binding became increasingly prevalent in Qin, and of course, it was a privilege reserved for daughters of noble families. My mother walked with a light and graceful posture, seemingly due to a strict education, which allowed her to appear natural and ordinary.
My mother didn't like wearing bright red or purple clothes; she preferred simple and elegant clothing, mostly white, either ivory or off-white, or with simple patterns. Competing for attention was never my mother's style. She had a somewhat understated personality and loved white. Like all women, she loved beauty, and my mother, Qin Keqing, was perhaps naturally beautiful; she didn't need to dress up to be a first-rate beauty.
Most importantly, my mother possessed an innate aristocratic air. Although she tried to conceal it, her natural, noble attitude towards servants, even when speaking to maids in a friendly manner, made her undeniably exude an air of superiority. This was her most irresistible charm.
"Mother, I shouldn't have kept you waiting," I apologized, sitting closer to her.
Calling a woman younger than myself "Mother" was initially difficult; I even hesitated to acknowledge her as my mother. However, her care and patience completely won me over, convincing me that since I was still a child, I should act like one.
My mother, Qin Keqing, dressed simply and elegantly, without much jewelry. Only a string of unusually beautiful bells adorned her fair wrist, their tinkling melodious as she walked. She sat casually and languidly. The words "virtuous and gentle" perfectly described her. Like all mothers, she loved her children dearly. In the Lu family, only my mother and I were present, so she had always doted on me.
In the Lu family's wealthy household, hiring wet nurses and maids for breastfeeding and care is common practice; the child doesn't usually need the mistress of the house to personally care for him. However, my mother did care for him herself. What could a teenage girl possibly know about caring for a child? But my mother, Qin Keqing, persisted.
Initially, I was very resistant to this mother, entirely because of my own mother, Wu Wenxuan. After discovering my soul had transmigrated, my mother, Wu Wenxuan, had disappeared without a trace, causing me immense pain. As a child, I couldn't speak out, but now, seeing and remembering my mother Qin Keqing's meticulous care, I'm gradually accepting this new mother.
"What nonsense are you talking about?
My son, it's good that you're focused on your studies. I can wait for you, but please remember to eat and rest well, and don't overwork yourself." "I understand."
"Ming'er, come here, let me wipe your sweat."
Hearing my mother's caring words, I leaned my head against her, my chubby little face staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. My blinking made my mother, who usually seemed aloof and detached, smile. When she smiled, Qin Keqing's skin glowed, her eyes like crescent moons, charming and playful.
"Ming'er, don't be naughty."
"Yes, I will obey Mother's orders."
My mother said, giving me a sidelong glance. Her fair, almost translucent hands held a white silk handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat from my forehead. The smile in her eyes didn't diminish; they were full of great maternal love. After wiping my sweat, she tidied my clothes before she was done.
"Ming'er, are your clothes too thick? Would you like the servants to make a few more?"
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mother. I have enough clothes. I only rushed over because I was worried you were waiting."
"Ming'er, have some chilled plum juice to cool down your body." Mother said, picking up a spoon and bringing it to her lips.
"Mother, I'm not a child anymore."
"Ming'er, be good, open your mouth."
My resistance was futile. In Qin Keqing's eyes, I would always be her child. Mother still waited for me to open my mouth and drink it. I didn't insist and opened my mouth to swallow. As the steaming plum juice went down, a chill ran down my throat, and my whole body shivered. Mother really knew how to enjoy herself.
The sun had already set, and it was getting dark, but the lights were already on. Stepping into the room, I felt a cool breeze. A large block of ice had been placed in the room to cool down the sweltering heat. Every summer, Mother rarely went out. She was even reluctant to care for her flowers under the scorching sun. Mother was very afraid of the heat, especially the blazing sun. The ice cellar at home was always full.
Sitting close to my mother, I inhaled her natural fragrance, a unique blend of rose and peony, intoxicating and captivating. My eyes, however, couldn't help but drift to the two rosy nipples on her chest.
At the table were just my mother, Qin Keqing. The dinner dishes were simple yet substantial, consisting of vegetarian options like radish and shepherd's purse. My mother preferred light flavors, avoiding meat, though there were also some meat dishes like sweet and sour pork ribs, especially prepared for me. Having not been a gourmand in my previous life, I wasn't very knowledgeable about ancient cuisine.
In ancient times, it was customary to remain silent while eating; no servants were present, just my mother and me. We ate in silence. My mother, Qin Keqing, was very particular about her eating, her movements elegant and refined. She would chew each bite slowly and deliberately, without making a sound or showing her teeth—the demeanor of a well-bred lady. Influenced by my mother, I could only strive to emulate her.
My body was small and my belly was only so big, so I couldn't eat much good food. It was a quarter of an hour before my mother put down her chopsticks. My mother's personal maid, Xiren, came to clean up sometime later, and my mother took my hand and led me into the garden.
"Mother, how is your poppy?" "
It's alright. The poppy was injured early and was rescued in time, so it's not serious."
"Thank goodness, otherwise Mother would have been heartbroken for a long time."
"Don't tease me, Mother. What about your library? Have you caught any mice?"
"They must have been caught, otherwise all my books would have been ruined."
My mother, Qin Keqing, was somewhat proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but her greatest hobby was flowers. In Hangzhou, when people mentioned "flower-obsessed beauty," they knew they were referring to Madam Qin Keqing of the Lu family. The poppy was a flower in my mother's garden. Because it was injured, as my mother said, she took meticulous care of it day and night. During the day, she worried that the flower would dry out too much and lack water, and at night, she worried that it would be exposed to the wind or rain. My mother spent most of her time in her precious garden. Indeed, in ancient times, with limited entertainment and women especially bound by feudal ethics, if they didn't find some time to do something, they would only be left with melancholy and sentimentality.
My mother's garden was famous far and wide, containing many rare and precious flowers, which my mother had painstakingly collected. In the hearts of flower lovers, this was a place of longing. Moreover, in ancient times, flowers also represented beauty, and my mother's beauty was known to everyone. Even though she was already a mother, a woman of both beauty and talent was the object of pursuit for talented men at that time.
My mother wore a semi-transparent, flowing white silk dress. The moonlight shone on her curvaceous figure, complementing her ethereal yet alluring face. She looked like a fairy descended from heaven. The alluring glimpses of her breasts and nipples were barely concealed, and the dark shadow of her groin contrasted sharply with her fair, alabaster skin and the white silk dress, creating a captivating allure.
Qin Keqing wasn't an exhibitionist; the main reason was that it was customary not to wear trousers, and she was extremely sensitive to heat. In ancient times, men other than the master of the house were not allowed in the inner courtyard. Moreover, the Lu family was mostly staffed with maids and servants, and only I, a child, was permitted to enter the inner courtyard. My mother was a reclusive lady, so wearing less clothing in the inner courtyard didn't bother her.
Apparently, my eyesight and hearing were superior to ordinary people; I could almost see through my mother's clothes, revealing glimpses of her cleavage. It wasn't that the protagonist had a halo; it was mainly because she inexplicably obtained a cultivation technique and practiced according to the first chapter, "Self-Cultivation," making her body stronger than ordinary people in every aspect.
However, feudal ethics still had a powerful poisonous effect on women; perhaps only a mother could be so unrestrained and audacious.
My mother held my little hand tightly, as if afraid my small body would fall. We walked side by side under the moonlight, inhaling her unique fragrance. My mother, dressed in white like snow in the moonlight, possessed a hazy, alluring beauty that was almost deadly.
After dinner, my fairy-like mother and I strolled leisurely in the garden, watching the various smiling flowers, crape myrtles, and peonies bloom, their fragrances filling our nostrils. My mother released my little hand and tended to her beloved flowers. She squatted comfortably among the flowers, gently loosening the soil or watering them, treating the flowers around her almost as well as she treated me.
I simply stood silently beside Qin Keqing, watching, the fragrance of the flowers filling the air, a cool breeze blowing even in the sweltering summer heat.
My innocent, dark, bright eyes scanned my mother, but my mind wandered elsewhere. Hearing the name "Mother Qin Keqing" for the first time, I thought I'd been transported to the world of *Dream of the Red Chamber*. However, in the original novel, Qin Keqing had no children, and she was a very mysterious figure. Similarly, the beautiful mother before me was shrouded in mystery. This
enigmatic mother made me speculate about her identity. My mother, Qin Keqing, was the daughter of a general—that was all the information I had about her. But judging from her daily words and actions, she was not the kind of person a general could raise.
Now I was quite certain I hadn't been reborn into the world of *Dream of the Red Chamber*, but rather into an even more bizarre empire that couldn't possibly exist in history. But it seemed as if a hand of fate was pulling us in that direction. In the capital, there was an extremely luxurious Grand View Garden, and a nearly century-old aristocratic family—not the Jia family, but the Lu family. The Lu family in the capital was already a five-generation household, with many young ladies, ladies, and masters. My mother never told me any of this; it was all told to me by my page, Lu Wuyong.
When I first heard of the Lu family's immense wealth and influence, I assumed my mother and I were concubines, the same kind of women who served my father, a renowned scholar. However, I gradually realized that given my mother's personality, she would never willingly become a concubine, so I ruled that out.
It was strange that my mother and I lived alone in Hangzhou . It was also
strange that my father and grandfather had never visited.
My mother, Qin Keqing, also has a strange background.
Although Qin Keqing cared for me like any great mother, her aristocratic air was too unsettling. She must have received the strictest etiquette training in her childhood. Qin Keqing's father, Qin Bangye, was a third-rank general who was always victorious. This maternal grandfather was born at the wrong time, during a period of flourishing literature and scholarship, and rose through the ranks from a lowly soldier. Obviously, his family could not have raised such a daughter.
This information was something I had to find out with great difficulty. As for my mother's other relatives, I knew nothing. My mother never told me about her family.
However, every cloud has a silver lining. Now, there's no infighting among the wealthy and powerful, and I don't need to worry about pleasing my elders. I'm quite grateful for this situation. I don't need to worry about my mother's background. Whoever she is, she's my mother. Living with my mother, Qin Keqing, and being with my fairy-like mother is quite enjoyable. I hope things can stay this way with my mother forever.
"Mother, let me help you."
"Little child, just stand obediently to the side."
I stretched out my chubby little hands, turning my black toes from side to side. Indeed, I was still too small. How big was a five-year-old's body? Besides, I was already far ahead of my peers. I really hoped to grow up quickly; I didn't want my mother to see me as a child. My desire to show how grown-up I was grew stronger.
My mother was an elegant woman. If women could take the imperial examinations, becoming a scholar would be a sure thing.
As I entered my mother's room, a delicate, sweet fragrance wafted towards me—a scent mixed with my mother's natural fragrance.
Whenever I saw my mother's room, Qin Keqing's room, I was reminded of a passage from *Dream of the Red Chamber*:
"Upon reaching the door, a delicate, sweet fragrance wafted towards him. Baoyu felt his eyes glaze over and his bones soften, exclaiming, 'How fragrant!'" "Upon entering the room and looking at the walls, there was a painting by Tang Bohu, 'Sleeping Beauty Under the Begonia,' flanked by a couplet written by the Song Dynasty scholar Qin Taixu: 'The tender chill locks dreams because of the spring cold; the fragrant air envelops one because of the aroma of wine.'
On the table was the precious mirror that Empress Wu Zetian had in her mirror room, and beside it was a golden plate on which Zhao Feiyan had danced, containing the papaya that An Lushan had thrown, injuring Yang Guifei's breast. Above was the couch where Princess Shouchang slept in the Hanzhang Palace, and hanging from it was a beaded curtain made by Princess Tongchang. '
I am, after all, a history major, and I quite like Dream of the Red Chamber, but I am not a seasoned enthusiast.'" Seeing the furnishings in my mother's room, from the paintings and calligraphy on the walls to the various luxurious mirrors and beds, it was clear that my mother was a woman who knew how to enjoy life. She didn't like being surrounded by servants, but she was quite particular about her quality of life. These rules and standards, in my opinion, were something even the wealthiest families wouldn't have.
Of course, the items in my mother's room were all calligraphy and paintings by very famous and talented scholars of the Qin Dynasty. They didn't exist in the Song or Tang Dynasties. For example, Wu Zetian, a woman who appeared in Qin history, even once wanted to become empress, but unfortunately, her plan failed. Later, the sage ruler decreed, "All empresses, consorts, and palace women of the emperor and princes must be carefully selected from good families; those who are offered positions will not be accepted. Therefore, consorts and empresses are mostly chosen from among the common people." This was entirely an arrangement to prevent interference in politics by the harem and even collusion between powerful officials.
There were many such things in Qin history; every time a crisis occurred, certain regulations were formulated or changed.
The sweet scent of my mother's room, and the way everything seemed to echo the image of Qin Keqing from *Dream of the Red Chamber*, made me wonder if my mother would truly suffer the same fate as described in the book: incestuous relations with her brother-in-law and even her father-in-law, followed by a tragic death from grief. No, I wouldn't let the same thing happen again. Thinking of my deceased mother, my heart ached terribly. It was all my fault for being powerless to protect the woman I loved most. I had
already lost my beloved mother, Xuanxuan; how could I let Qin Keqing suffer the same fate? A desire to become stronger took root in my heart, not only in the hope of cultivating and acquiring unfathomable magical arts, but also in seeking a life of sufficient freedom in the secular world.
I sat on the fragrant couch, waiting for my mother to finish her bath. No wonder they say beautiful women always have various quirks; my mother was definitely a clean freak. Bathing was a daily necessity for her; she wouldn't tolerate any dust in her boudoir, and so on. In ancient times, bathing wasn't possible every day; soap was an expensive commodity. Officials' holidays were called "xiu mu," a special time for bathing, and long hair was another reason.
I thought about bathing every day, but my mother refused, her strong reason being that she was afraid of ruining her health.
After a long wait, my mother finally entered the room with an unhurried, elegant, and serene demeanor. She seemed to possess an aura that calmed even the most impatient person.
She had just finished bathing when she came in. Her face was fair and rosy, her eyes captivatingly alluring. She wore a sheer white silk dress that barely concealed her figure, revealing her large, firm G-cup breasts swaying before my eyes. The two pink nipples were breathtakingly alluring. As she walked, her beautiful, straight legs moved, the white dress billowing and swaying, creating an unparalleled spectacle of dark skin between her legs and fair skin. The
strangely shaped yet unique bell on her wrist jingled melodiously with her movements, sounding as if I were being comfortably embraced by her.
I stared at her, practically drooling.
"My mother is truly a beauty who embodies elegance, nobility, allure, and sensuality," I thought greedily, gazing at my fragrant mother as she approached. Everyone loves beauty. Actually, Qin Keqing's identity in my heart is very complicated. At first, I didn't want to acknowledge her as my mother, but now I'm happy to have her as my mother. Looking at her, I sometimes have wild thoughts.
My mother's clothes are so daring, sexy, and even wanton. Being afraid of the heat is her Achilles' heel. But then again, my mother doesn't treat me like a man at all. If I were older, she probably wouldn't be like this.
"Ming'er, what are you looking at?"
"So beautiful, so lovely."
"Yes, even immortals could live in this room."
"I'm not talking about the room, I'm saying Mother, you're so beautiful."
"Little rascal, do you know what beauty is? Stop talking nonsense." My mother walked over and sat gracefully on the couch, giving me a disdainful look. However, her red lips were slightly upturned, and her peach blossom eyes were full of laughter.
"Benefactor, this humble monk never lies."
"Hmm, you're being cheeky."
My mother laughed immediately upon hearing my reply. She didn't show her teeth when she laughed, but actually, her teeth were very beautiful, white and even. My mother's smile was captivating, making the room bloom with a hundred flowers. She reached out her right hand, adorned with a bell, and gently stroked my cheek. The maternal love in her eyes made me feel ashamed.
"Little novice, let's go to sleep."
"This humble monk would be honored."
"Very good."
"No, no, Mother, I haven't had my milk yet."
I was young, but clever enough to always find ways to joke with my mother. In her bedroom, we always chatted and laughed. Being young had its advantages; the biggest advantage was that I could continue to suckle my mother's milk and share a bed with her.
My mother also had a mischievous side. After all, she was only a woman in her twenties. Knowing full well that I needed to drink breast milk before bed, she deliberately prepared to lie down on the bed, take off her shoes, and spread out a gauze quilt that Xi Shi had washed to cover herself. Her head rested on the mandarin duck pillow that Hong Niang had held,
her jade-like body lying horizontally on the couch, a picture of an extremely beautiful sleeping beauty. But I ruined this beautiful scene. My chubby body also fell into my mother's arms, my head resting on her slender waist, and my pair of plump, pink hands landed on my mother's large breasts. Through the smooth, silky fabric, the clothes did not hurt my mother's skin at all, and the soft, fleshy breasts felt incredibly good to the touch.
Before I could even touch my mother, she grabbed my hands.
"What did you read today?"
"The Doctrine of the Mean.
" "The Way is something that cannot be departed from for even a moment; what can be departed from is not the Way." "
Therefore, the superior man is cautious about what he does not see, and fearful of what he does not hear. Nothing is more visible than what is hidden, nothing is more manifest than what is minute. Therefore, the superior man is watchful over himself when he is alone."
My mother casually recited a sentence from the Doctrine of the Mean, and I answered without hesitation.
Having received my mother's early education at the age of three, I already knew the Three Character Classic, the Hundred Family Surnames, and the Thousand Character Classic by heart, and possessed a photographic memory. I had long since finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics, but I had a particular fondness for the Doctrine of the Mean.
And my mother seemed to use her breast milk as a reward to encourage my reading.
"Never be complacent,"
"Your son will remember your teachings, Mother."
Only then did Mother remove her beautiful hands, and I impatiently opened the silk curtains covering her chest, revealing a pair of uncovered breasts before my eyes—firm, white, and enormous breasts with two bright pink nipples, each surrounded by a beautiful areola. I brought my head close to her breasts, able to see the tiny openings on the nipples, and inhaled the sweet fragrance emanating from her breasts. I swallowed hard and greedily bit down on her nipple.
Perhaps it was an instinctive attraction to a mother's breasts, and Qin Keqing's breasts were like large watermelons, round and large like a cow's. My heart pounded wildly at the sight, and my mouth went dry as I greedily suckled at her nipple.
I grabbed her breasts with both hands and stroked the flesh forcefully, but a child's strength is limited. I skillfully lay on top of her, essentially pinning her down, and greedily suckled at her pink nipple. Mother held me close, making it easier to feed me with her breasts.
Was my mother Qin Keqing's breast milk really that delicious?
Did I really just like the faint taste of her milk? Maybe!
"Ming'er, don't rush! Suck properly, no one will take
it from you," my mother said, but it didn't have much effect. I still excitedly bit my mother's nipple, sucking hard on the faintly fragrant milk. My mother had insisted on breastfeeding me since I was born, even though she should have stopped weaning me at two or three years old. But my mother felt sorry for me and continued to breastfeed until now.
Perhaps it was thanks to me, because of my sucking and the caresses of my little hands, my mother's breasts had grown quite a bit. Of course, she was already quite well-endowed to begin with. Although the milk supply wasn't as plentiful as before, it was still enough for me to have a meal.
I sucked hard on the bright red nipple, and the fragrant milk entered my mouth. I kept sucking, greedily devouring my mother's milk. The milk didn't flow away and go to waste; instead, I carefully drank it all, sucking, biting, and licking my mother's nipple, which made it hard.
"Don't bite!... It will hurt Mother... Hmm... Just suck hard."
"Mother, it tastes so good."
"You're such a sensible child, why do you still like to drink your mother's milk? Others will laugh at you if they find out."
"I don't care, I just like it."
"You're my only child... Hmm... If you like it, just drink it... I have enough milk..."
"Mother, you're so good."
"Silly child... Hmm... It's only right for Mother to treat you well... Ah... Just suck... Don't lick or bite... It will make Mother uncomfortable..." "
I can't help it."
"Don't rush!... Suck slowly... Hmm... It all belongs to Ming'er..."
"It smells so good."
"Okay, don't drink from the right breast, drink from the left too."
Hearing his mother's words, he stopped teasing his mother's right breast. What if he aroused his mother's desire? He couldn't accept her seeing other men. After taking his mother's left breast into his mouth, he held back from doing anything else and honestly sucked his mother's milk. However, his mother tightly clamped her legs together and pressed his head into her breast.
After all, I was just a five-year-old child, and there was nothing I could do. My mother, Qin Keqing, seemed to trust me completely.
Even when I placed my chubby little hands on her breasts, she wouldn't show the slightest reaction. Her breasts were large and firm like watermelons, too big for my little hands to grasp, but that didn't stop me from stroking them, occasionally kneading them with a little force. My mother knew about this little action, but she never stopped me.
While playing with my mother's large breasts, I would suckle her bright red nipples vigorously. This was something I did every day. I was completely obsessed with Qin Keqing's milk, like an addict on drugs.
No matter how elegant, noble, and ethereal Qin Keqing appeared, in her boudoir, in front of her son, she was still just one of millions of mothers in the world, a mother who could take whatever she wanted from her child.
As usual, I was suckling at my mother's breast, but then something extremely strange happened!
He had been lying on his mother Qin Keqing's chest, greedily suckling her milk, when suddenly the world spun around him.
"Bang..." came the sound of something heavy falling to the floor.
When the dizziness subsided, he realized he had fallen into an endless, dark hell. There was no light in sight; the sun seemed to never reach him. Only the silence and loneliness of night remained. He
didn't first check where he was, but instead worried about his bottom. He had fallen for no reason, and his bottom was the first to hit the ground and hurt the most. He was extremely sensitive to pain. He touched his chubby buttocks, thankfully unharmed. Looking at his round, chubby little body, he realized it was all thanks to his mother's meticulous care and his constant reading. At this rate, he was destined to grow up to be a fat person.
He didn't discriminate against fat people, but he preferred his handsome, cute appearance with eight-pack abs.
"What's going on? Is this a classic case of being at home when disaster strikes out of nowhere? This is terrifying!"
Faced with this bizarre situation, he wasn't particularly scared. He had a vague idea of what had happened, but he wasn't sure. Now I wholeheartedly believe in all demons and monsters. I'm cultivating Taoist arts, and maybe I can even become a professional charlatan.
All around is pitch black; you can't see your hand in front of your face. The only sound is my own breathing. But here, I feel warm and cozy, like I'm in my mother's womb, and my body's self-cultivation technique is accelerating automatically.
The ground beneath my feet is a massive stone exuding an ancient, primordial aura. It seems like there's only one such stone, and its ancient aura seems to have existed since the beginning of time.
"Is this some kind of trick?! Heavenly Book Yan Ruyu, is this your doing?"
I shouted into the darkness, guessing it was the Heavenly Book I'd glimpsed before my transmigration. My voice went unanswered; I felt like a fool talking to thin air.
I tried to move forward, but the path ahead remained unchanged. Not knowing which way to go, I wandered aimlessly. The darkness seemed to completely envelop the area. Following my instincts, I walked forward for what felt like an eternity before finally discovering that what lay ahead was no longer the same. Instead,
there stood a colossal, seemingly endless bronze gate.
Looking at the towering bronze gate before me, I felt as insignificant as an ant, while it stood majestically like a giant. The bronze gate was dilapidated, covered in patina, weathered and ancient, like a frail old man, yet it also exuded the primordial aura of Pangu creating the world, making one hesitant to directly confront its power.
The ancient bronze gate was simply enormous. Even a single character on it was thousands of feet in size. It wasn't just the shape of the ancient oracle bone script; the strokes were powerful and vigorous, as if cleaved by a knife. Because it was so vast, I could only see a tiny part of the gate.
I slowly walked to the bronze gate, reaching out my small hand to touch it. The gate felt as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, as hard as an indestructible treasure. The grooves created by just one character felt like swimming across a long river.
"Too big. If only it could shrink,"
I thought, stroking the weathered bronze gate.
"Rumble, rumble!"
The gate actually shrank at an incredible speed, becoming a small gate, only about two meters tall and a meter wide, in just a few breaths.
"This world is insane! Do you think you're some kind of magic staff? I don't want to be that stinky monkey Sun Wukong!"
This world is truly insane and utterly unscientific. Even if a pig came out now and told me it was a god, I would seriously consider whether it was true.
Now the entire bronze gate was visible. At the very top were two characters, written in a script even older than oracle bone script. To the left was a text written in an ancient script I'd never seen before, each stroke exquisitely crafted, as if not written by a human. Truly a celestial book! It was incomprehensible; I'd never learned this script in either my past or present life, yet I understood it. It contained the cultivation method for the "Self-Refining Chapter," word for word, exactly the same as what I was currently practicing.
"A celestial book, so it's a cultivation method. Strange, according to the steps, I should have come in and taken the 'Self-Refining Chapter' myself. Why did I only come in now? Other transmigrators all have cheat codes—leveling up, fighting monsters, punching gods, kicking immortal kings, unleashing divine aura, and effortlessly collecting beauties. Those days shouldn't be far off for me! Haha."
I could only fantasize about facing the real world later.
To the right of the ancient bronze gate was a remarkably lifelike mural. It depicted a naked woman with long, flowing hair that reached her feet. She stood upright, her arms hanging naturally at her sides. Even the mottled patina of the mural did not diminish her beauty.
The woman possessed long, slender, and shapely legs, each over a hundred centimeters long, perfectly proportioned without
any hint of plumpness. Her legs were slightly parted, her bare feet seemingly resting on the ground. I strained to look up and see clearly. The woman in the mural had no hair below her waist, and two high, prominent breasts on her slender waist. Her features exuded a scholarly air, somewhat blurred and indistinct, except for her incredibly long, jet-black hair that left a strong impression. The lifelike depiction made the woman seem almost real.
I stared blankly at the mural, then naturally walked to the ancient bronze gate and gently touched the woman's ankle, even feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin.
"You're so beautiful. Did you bring me here? Where is this? Why am I in this strange Qin world?"
I would never have done something so foolish before, but now my worldview has been rebuilt, and I'm capable of anything.
A few breaths later, the woman in the mural actually walked out of the air. The person on the ancient bronze gate was gone; instead, she strolled across the air to me, her alluring white jade feet landing lightly in front of me.
The woman was still naked. She was over 1.7 meters tall, and her straight, slender, and fair legs were longer than mine. I could finally see her features clearly. What kind of face did she have? At first glance, I could only notice her eyes—eyes that seemed to possess endless knowledge and profound wisdom, as if there was nothing she didn't know. Bright eyes, slender eyebrows, a small nose, red lips, and snow-white cheeks flushed with rosy cheeks. Her features were exquisitely combined, making it impossible to determine her age. From her eyes, one could say she was a hundred-year-old elder, while from her appearance, she looked like a woman in her twenties.
Even if she were naked in front of me, I felt no sense of impropriety looking at her. Looking at her was like looking at a learned old man, or more accurately, a comprehensive book. The woman's expression was gentle and serene, exuding an air of scholarly refinement that seemed to materialize and emanate from her. Her wise eyes also gazed at me.
Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were firm, round, and white, with alluring nipples and areolas. They seemed like two orbs embedded in her chest, so that they wouldn't jiggle when she walked. Her
smooth abdomen was like a water snake's waist, her navel small and adorable. And the mysterious triangle at the base of her thighs always drew my gaze. There was no dark pubic hair, just a thin slit between her legs. Her vulva wasn't large or thick, but its shape was very even, and her labia majora were beautiful and attractive. It seemed that apart from her long, black hair and eyebrows, there was no other body hair on her.
"I am Yan Ruyu, the Heavenly Book. Hello, Master,"
Yan Ruyu said slowly, her voice possessing a uniquely feminine magnetism. She didn't treat me like a child; her gentle, soothing manner would make even a foul-mouthed person become naturally civilized in her presence.
"Hello, I am Lu Xianming, Master? What's going on? I'm not very educated, so don't try to fool me."
"I am Yan Ruyu, the spirit of the Heavenly Book. The Heavenly Book was created before the creation of heaven and earth, recording all the events that occurred in the long river of history. It is the proof of every Immortal Emperor who ruled the world."
After waiting for half a minute, Yan Ruyu still didn't continue. "Continue?"
"Master, I'm sorry, that's all I know for now."
Actually, the inexplicable transmigration and even the unearthed cultivation techniques had already made me vaguely aware that I possessed the Heavenly Book in animal skin. It had traveled with my soul, perhaps within my body, but it was just a guess; I had never seen it before. Now, I was certain that the Heavenly Book belonged to me. As for the proof of the Immortal Emperor that Yan Ruyu mentioned, those were all ethereal and unrealistic.
It seems the Heavenly Book isn't just about cultivation techniques, but perhaps only the tip of the iceberg.
"How did I transmigrate? How is my mother, Wu Wenxuan?"
"You brought us into this world yourself. You originally belonged here. Your mother, Wu Wenxuan, is unharmed thanks to the Lingling Nine Treasures Pendant."
"Wu Wenxuan is alright, alright! That's wonderful! Where is she now? I want to see her, see her!"
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