The Story of Lady Murong at Forty-One: Chapters 1-98 (Incomplete)... (Simplified Chinese)

The main structure of this article was originally a martial arts erotic novel that I had been conceiving for a long time, and it was relatively long. In the novel, Madam Wang comes from a noble family of Jurchen people outside the Great Wall. She disguises herself as a Han woman as a spy and sacrifices her youth to marry into the Zhou family for other purposes. She and Master Zhou have always been lovers but not lovers. Unexpectedly, after she turned forty, she fell in love with the clever and witty young man Xiao Qian. Of
course , there are also romantic relationships and amorous affairs between Xiao Qian and other female martial arts heroes. ********** ... Out of resentment towards the civil service, the once diligent Wanli Emperor became neglectful of state affairs as revenge, leading to a decline in the country's governance. However, he was also a man who aspired to achieve great things; unlike his father, he was not a mediocre ruler. In fact, major events of the Wanli reign, such as the Three Great Campaigns, were all orchestrated under his direction. The Three Great Campaigns refer to three military operations launched almost simultaneously on the northeastern, northwestern, and southwestern frontiers: suppressing the Bo Bai rebellion, the aid-to-Korea war, and the suppression of Yang Yinglong's rebellion, all of which resulted in victory. These campaigns demonstrate that he was not a mediocre emperor. However, the destructive power of war was also evident, causing massive displacement of people and a decline in national strength. Furthermore, during the war, the Jurchen tribes in the northeast rose to power, creating a sense of impending dominance. The once peaceful political landscape suddenly became turbulent, with various factions becoming increasingly active. In Jinan, Shandong, some observant neighbors living near the mansion of Zhou, the local tycoon, noticed a significant increase in visitors, many of whom were unfamiliar faces. This puzzled them. Although Zhou was incredibly wealthy, he was a low-key man who rarely associated with江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes/outlaws) except for his dealings with government officials. He spent most of the year away from home doing business in Suzhou. Where did all these visitors come from? Only a few neighbors who frequently interacted with the Zhou family's servants learned some details through casual conversation. One such neighbor was a woman in her early thirties named Li, who often delivered needlework and other crafts to the Zhou family's inner courtyard. While delivering goods, Li chatted with the servants and overheard that most of these visitors were there for the Zhou family's matriarch, Madam Wang. She also heard the servants describe Madam Wang as a remarkable woman, skilled in both literature and martial arts, with a strong personality, even feared by Zhou himself. From this, Li also learned that Madam Wang's real name was Wang Yingxiang, born into a wealthy martial arts family, and was forty-one years old this year. Although a woman, she had a forthright personality, preferring martial arts to makeup, and enjoyed traveling around and befriending local heroes. She possessed the dashing and heroic spirit of a peerless beauty and a chivalrous tenderness. It was said that the reason Master Zhou preferred to reside in the Suzhou mansion was because he was afraid of his wife. There, he felt no constraints and could do as he pleased, enjoying the thrill of power and influence. That day, Li went to the Zhou mansion again to deliver some Suzhou embroidery materials. The head steward of the inner courtyard, Granny Li, who was in charge of purchasing daily necessities for the inner courtyard, was very familiar with her because they were from the same clan. Upon seeing her arrive, after receiving the goods and paying, Granny Li had a maid serve tea and invited her to chat in the guest room of the inner courtyard. Granny Li was originally Madam Wang's wet nurse, who had come with Madam Wang when she got married, and had always been Madam Wang's most trusted servant. But now she was nearly sixty, and as people age, they inevitably become a bit talkative and enjoy having someone to chat with. It was through her that Li learned some of the Zhou family's inner workings. Around late afternoon, Li saw a beautiful, elegant middle-aged woman, around forty years old, walking gracefully along the corridor, followed by several very pretty maids. The sunlight illuminated the woman's beautiful face, revealing a refined and otherworldly beauty. Her demeanor was dignified and elegant; although she was plump and tall, it did not diminish her alluring beauty and unparalleled charm. The woman wore her hair in a palace-style bun, a tight-fitting blouse and trousers, and a light gauze overlay, which accentuated her full, mature figure, making her appear even more stunning. Although Li was also a woman, she was stunned; she had never imagined that such a beautiful woman existed in the world! Seeing this, Li's nanny quickly stepped forward to greet her, and after a few pleasantries, the woman and her maids left on their own. After Granny Li returned to her room, Madam Li, still in a daze, asked in a low voice, "Is she the First Madam? My goodness! She's so beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my entire life!" Granny Li whispered to her, "That's right! She is my Madam, the true mistress of the Zhou household. Every day at this time, she goes to the back garden and stays alone in a quiet room until the lamps are lit in the evening. She instructed long ago that no one is allowed to enter that quiet room, not even Qian'er or this old woman, so no one knows what she does in there." Madam Li asked, "Who is Qian'er? Is he your young master?" "How come I've never seen him before?" Granny Li smiled and said, "Qian'er is my mistress's adopted son, whom she adopted more than ten years ago. Although he's just an adopted son, my mistress treasures him like the plague, keeping him by her side since he was a child. She personally takes care of his meals, clothes, and sleep, not even letting the personal maids interfere. Although he's not her biological son, he's better than her. I nursed him from a young age, and I've never seen her serve anyone so meticulously. Even I rarely get to see Qian'er, let alone outsiders like you!" Madam Li felt that this beautiful lady was somewhat mysterious and became curious about Qian'er. But after listening to Granny Li ramble on for a long time, all about trivial matters, she wanted to ask more about Madam Wang and Qian'er, but Granny Li couldn't give her any more information. So Madam Li got up to take her leave. What Li was unaware was that this Lady Wang possessed extraordinary talent from a young age and had mastered unparalleled martial arts under the tutelage of a martial arts master, making her a formidable figure in the martial arts world of China. Her profound and transcendent internal energy endowed her with an incomparably noble and elegant demeanor, a devilishly alluring figure, and an imposing, dignified presence that instilled fear in those around her, including her husband. Her full, high breasts, plump, pert buttocks, and mature, voluptuous physique also gave her the mature and alluring charm unique to middle-aged women. Master Zhou spent most of the year away from home, conducting business at his Suzhou residence, causing the already somewhat estranged couple to grow even more distant. Fortunately, a very clever and lively little boy was always by her side, playing and entertaining her. Coupled with her unparalleled martial arts skills, which she spent most of her time teaching the child, she never felt lonely or empty. But as the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust," and this was especially true for Lady Wang, who lived a life of luxury. She possessed an excess of energy and exceptional female physiology, and her pride prevented her from engaging in sordid acts like adultery or keeping a lover. Therefore, she couldn't release her desires through normal sexual activity, leaving the intensely pent-up lust within her unfulfilled. The little boy was Qian'er, whom Granny Li had mentioned to Madam Li; he had just turned fourteen. Qian'er was an orphan Lady Wang had adopted over ten years ago when she was traveling the world, and her only disciple. Because of his delicate features, slender and petite frame, and intelligence from a young age, he resembled a beautiful little girl, making him Lady Wang's darling, the apple of her eye. The emptiness in her body, the boundless loneliness, and the fact that Madam Wang had no son and that her only two daughters had married far away and could not stay by her side, caused Madam Wang to gradually pour all her feelings and energy into Qian'er, treating him as her own son.

An unusually strong maternal instinct gradually caused Lady Wang to develop an excessive maternal love for Qian'er and a hazy, distorted romantic desire. She longed for Qian'er to grow up quickly, feeling a deep, unspoken, intense expectation and yearning for this adorable child within her. What exactly was she expecting? What was she yearning for?
Even Lady Wang herself dared not think too clearly about this. It was the deepest secret lurking within her heart for years, or perhaps just a subconscious fantasy that greatly alleviated her feelings of oppression and anguish, releasing a desire that had grown increasingly intense in recent years, a desire she could not confide in anyone.
Therefore, only when the night was deep and quiet, and she lay on her warm bed in her dark embroidered room, did the lady dare to open her heart and release the demon of desire that she had locked deep within her, a desire that was always ready to burst forth and make her blood boil. She would carefully ponder the soul-stirring pleasure contained in this dreamlike illusion, and use her extraordinary imagination to fantasize about the alluring scenes of making love with her dream lover!
Whenever this happened, the dreamlike illusion in her mind, which stimulated her vigorous desire, would make her blush and her heart race, and would ignite an uncontrollable fire of passion within her. A series of strong female physiological reactions would be most fully expressed in the three most sensitive parts of her body... her breasts would swell, her nipples would gradually harden and swell to the size of a thumb, and her vulva would itch unbearably and secrete large amounts of thick love fluid.
If Madam Wang had stopped there, it would have been fine. But once she started, she could no longer control her thoughts. She could only indulge her unrestrained desires, letting her fantasies continue to deepen. Often, she would lose control of her strong sexual desires, driving her to resort to masturbation to stimulate her body and feel pleasure. Occasionally, she could achieve orgasm and obtain a small physiological satisfaction.
However, fundamentally, even if Madam Wang was willing to do this without regard for shame, she always felt like she was scratching an itch through a boot, unable to fully release her emotions and desires.
This happened almost once a month, and always during Madam Wang's ovulation period after her menstruation. This was the time when the sexual desires of a middle-aged woman like Madam Wang were at their peak!
Perhaps it was based on this perverse and stimulating desire that this middle-aged noblewoman regarded Xiao Qian'er as her only forbidden child. She was obsessed with believing that this little boy was the only channel through which her soul and body, her deep affection and sexual desires could be extremely satisfied and released in this life.
She firmly believed that the beautiful Qian'er's life was destined by fate to belong only to her, the noblest, most beautiful, and most powerful middle-aged woman in the world, who held the position of martial arts overlord. She was the little boy's only family in the world, and her love for Qian'er was unparalleled!
This middle-aged woman had long decided to possess Qian'er alone. From a young age, she was extremely ambitious; whatever she wanted, she would fight for at all costs, never giving up until she had it, and never letting anyone else take it away.
Now, although Wang Shi was middle-aged, her unparalleled martial arts skills were invincible, making her even more willful. She could look down on everyone else, regarding them all as worthless—except, of course, for her beloved little Qian'er!
Madam Wang never smiled at anyone, including her husband, always displaying a cold and ruthless demeanor, sharp-tongued and glaring. Only when facing Qian'er did she involuntarily smile, her smile blooming like a hundred flowers, revealing a charming and alluring side, showcasing her gentlest and most tender side.
Moreover, given Madam Wang's personality, ever since Qian'er had instilled in her a mysterious and intoxicating feeling, this middle-aged woman had come to regard little Qian'er as her closest confidante, her beloved little angel.
Occasionally, she would think of the twenty-seven-year age gap between herself and Qian'er—a gap most mothers and sons didn't have—and she completely disregarded the immense psychological barrier that such a large age difference might present.
Therefore, Madam Wang was like a fierce tigress, constantly protecting Qian'er and never allowing him to leave her side. From his infancy, everything from eating and drinking to toileting and sleeping was personally taken care of by Madam Wang, who never allowed the maids to interfere. Now that Qian'er has turned fourteen, Madam Wang still insists on sleeping in the same bed with him every night. She and her adopted son even share a blanket, as she is always worried about letting Qian'er sleep alone, fearing he might wake up in the middle of the night and be frightened by the absence of anyone beside him.
Perhaps in Madam Wang's heart, Qian'er will always remain like the child she adopted, forever young.
But the growth of life is a natural law, just as Madam Wang will gradually grow old. Although she often laments the passage of time, feeling that her youth is fading and her beauty is about to wither, she is helpless to change it.
As Qian'er grew older, at night when she held him in her arms to sleep, Madam Wang, with the unusually sensitive intuition and rich experience of a middle-aged woman, discovered subtle changes in certain parts of her little darling's body that she had longed for for years, changes that stirred her desires. Although these subtle changes were far from enough to enable Qian'er to explore the depths of a woman's body, they were enough to make Madam Wang's heart pound and her dreams filled with erotic fantasies.
While lost in her fantasies, Madam Wang secretly resolved to become Qian'er's first and only woman in this life.
While secretly rejoicing at the approaching "sexual bliss," she also became increasingly anxious, worrying even more about her beloved Qian'er and fearing that his affections would be stolen away by those other shameless women.
Therefore, whenever Madam Wang saw the beautifully dressed concubines and maids surrounding Qian'er, playing with him, teasing him, and flirting with him, she couldn't help but feel extremely jealous. She would immediately rush over like an angry tigress, chasing them away, taking the little boy into her bedroom and hiding him, passionately kissing and caressing him. It seemed that only such intimacy with the little boy could extinguish the burning jealousy in this middle-aged beauty's heart!
In short, since having Qian'er, Madam Wang had found emotional support again. Aside from the important mission she bore that would occupy some of her time, she was busy taking care of Qian'er personally, using extremely precious natural treasures and initiation techniques to help him build a foundation in internal strength, and urging him to practice martial arts diligently. As a result, she felt the days passed quickly, and she felt much more fulfilled.
The only thing that deeply saddened her was that Qian'er was simply not cut out for martial arts. Despite having a martial arts master like herself, considered the best in the world, favoring him, acting as his teacher, and feeding him countless elixirs coveted by martial artists, including a thousand-year-old ginseng she brought from her hometown,
and despite Madam Wang's years of unreserved instruction, Qian'er had made absolutely no progress. His internal strength was extremely poor, and he couldn't even master ordinary martial arts techniques. To this day, Qian'er still couldn't defeat boys his own age. If it weren't for Madam Wang's protection, even a mere maid in Qiushui Pavilion could bully him! Of course, Qiushui Pavilion, where Madam Wang resided, was full of hidden talents, and these maids were no ordinary people either.
This puzzled Madam Wang greatly; she couldn't understand why. She herself was a prodigy, with exceptional martial arts aptitude and innate talent. By her early twenties, she had already mastered internal martial arts. After emerging from seclusion, in order to gain practical combat experience, she traveled throughout the land disguised as a woman, challenging top martial arts masters in various places while wearing a light veil. She participated in more than thirty duels, large and small, and was invincible in every battle.
At that time, Madam Wang was tall and beautiful, her figure perfectly accentuated by a chrysanthemum-colored silk robe that seemed both loose and tight. Combined with the mysterious veil on her face, the occasional glimpse of her stunning beauty during duels earned her the title of "Rakshasa Fairy," making her famous throughout the world.
At the age of twenty-nine, Madam Wang defeated Yu Qingzi, the leader of Wudang Sect. At thirty, she set foot on Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, single-handedly breaking through the Great Arhat Formation composed of first-generation disciples and the Small Arhat Formation led by Abbot Kuye of the Bodhidharma Hall and composed of various elders. She advanced as if there were no one there, even reaching the Bodhidharma Cave in the back mountain where the Shaolin abbot was in seclusion, breaking the record that no woman had ever set foot in Shaolin Temple before.
Abbot Kuye was forced to emerge from seclusion and accept her challenge. The three rounds of competition—internal strength, sword and palm techniques, and hidden weapons—were extremely fierce! The fierce winds during the duel were so powerful that no one within a three-zhang radius could withstand them!
Abbot Kuye was the strongest opponent she had ever encountered since she began her career, but Madam Wang, relying on her superb martial arts and outstanding combat experience, ultimately defeated Abbot Kuye, who possessed sixty years of internal energy, cleanly and decisively.
From then on, the name "Rakshasa Fairy" became even more renowned. Her sudden emergence and her domineering style alarmed five martial arts masters who had been famous for decades. Two of them were elders of Wudang and Shaolin, holding extremely high positions. The other three were also reclusive masters who had long since retired to the mountains, no longer involved in the affairs of the martial arts world.
These five were all top-tier martial arts masters who ranked among the top ten in the world thirty years ago. They had not set foot in the world for more than twenty years, appearing and disappearing like dragons, and were revered by the heroes of the martial arts world as "the Four Recluses and the Fairy Maiden of the
Martial Arts World." Among the Four Recluses, the most famous was Shenlong Chu Jingtian, the number one martial artist thirty years ago. He was not only undefeated on the mainland, but also traveled to the Korean Peninsula and the Japanese archipelago, challenging the number one master of the Korean Peninsula, Yoon Jae-hyung, and the number one master of the Japanese archipelago, Sakamoto Takayuki, respectively, and winning both battles. At that time, his fame was unmatched, and he became a god-like figure in the eyes of martial artists.
Secondly, there's Liu Changqing, the Frost Palm Master, a man of mixed backgrounds and morally ambiguous character, but whose palm techniques are unparalleled. Then there's the Shaolin master Kongyin and the Wudang elder Jin Zheng, both addressed as "Uncle-Master" by the current leaders of Shaolin and Wudang.
The "Fairy Maiden" refers to Qin Piaopiao, a once-in-a-century genius of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world decades ago, who was once a divine
couple with Shenlong, but for unknown reasons turned against them and they were separated forever. After decades of self-cultivation, while the five might not have created any extraordinary techniques, their internal energy cultivation had undoubtedly reached a higher level of perfection. This time, the five of them joined forces to teach this arrogant and overbearing young girl a lesson, suppress her arrogance, and restore peace to the martial arts world that she had wreaked havoc on.
This was an unprecedented spectacle in the martial arts world at that time! Martial arts masters from all corners of the land gathered at the agreed-upon duel location in the Western Kunlun Mountains, hoping to witness a pinnacle showdown between these unparalleled experts. The outcome was, in truth, a foregone conclusion; any one of these five was enough to strike fear into their hearts, let alone all five together. What they longed for was to watch the duel unfold.
However, to the utter dismay of these thousands of martial artists, they were all blocked by Shaolin monks and Wudang Taoists at the foot of Motian Cliff, unable to ascend to the summit's dueling arena to witness the spectacle. The
ensuing exchanges lasted a full half-month. Each of the five renowned martial arts figures faced off against Madam Wang. These masters, valuing their reputations, disdained any strategy of attrition, insisting that she rest for a day or two after each duel before resuming the fight.
This pinnacle duel, destined to determine the future landscape and direction of the entire martial arts world of China for decades to come, was so intense that even the Shaolin and Wudang masters who had rushed to the foot of Motian Cliff to maintain order were unable to approach the arena. Therefore, the entire process was devoid of spectators and cheers. Only two guests were exceptionally allowed to remain at the duel to witness the spectacle: the Shaolin abbot, Master Kufo, and the Wudang abbot, Master Yuqingzi.
The outcome of this duel, like its course, ultimately became an unsolved mystery, transforming it into a legend. People still relish it today, with various versions of the duel's process and result circulating, yet none can be verified.
However, what the martial arts figures present witnessed was that after this epic duel, the Rakshasa Fairy, accompanied by her four inseparable sword maids, descended Mount Motian, silently boarded a carriage, and drove away. Her face was veiled, obscuring her complexion, but her steady figure and gait suggested no harm was done. The Four Recluses
and the Fairy Maiden, on the other hand, were never seen descending the mountain, and since then, they seemed to have vanished into thin air, never to be heard from again. Even the summit of Mount Motian became a forbidden area, off-limits to all who dared to ascend.
People tend to believe their own eyes, and so a shocking piece of news quickly spread throughout the martial arts world: "The Four Hermits of the Martial World and Fairy Qin have all been defeated by the Rakshasa Fairy!" Some curious individuals even went to Wudang and Shaolin Temples, trying to find the only two people present at the time, Zen Master Kufo and Yuqingzi, to verify this. However, the two returned to their mountains and remained in seclusion for several years. Even after emerging from seclusion, they kept silent about the matter.
Thus, the "Rakshasa Fairy," at the young age of just over thirty, ascended to the pinnacle of the martial arts world, recognized by all as the greatest martial artist, and implicitly becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance!
Whenever she recalled her glorious past and looked at her disciple's pathetic progress in cultivating qi, Madam Wang couldn't help but feel indignant. She had worried that Qian'er might suffer from a hidden illness, perhaps a congenital Nine Yin Meridian deficiency, but after examining her qi, it turned out not to be that. Furthermore, Qian'er had never liked martial arts, but was deeply interested in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and tea ceremony.
As strong-willed as Madam Wang was, she always possessed a tenacious spirit that wouldn't give up until she achieved her goals. However, her most beloved son, Qian'er, deliberately defied her on this matter. After more than a year of this power struggle between the mother and son, both strong-willed individuals, Madam Wang finally yielded for the first time in her life, reluctantly abandoning her ambition to mold her disciple into the greatest martial artist in the world, letting him take his own path.
Fortunately, Madam Wang was also a master in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and tea ceremony, possessing profound knowledge in these areas. She could personally instruct her disciple, avoiding the risk of hiring a teacher she didn't trust who might corrupt the child.
That evening after dinner, Madam Wang, as usual, took Qian'er for a walk in the back garden behind Qiushui Pavilion.
Although Qian'er wasn't suited for martial arts, he was exceptionally talented in various arts, mastering everything from astronomy and geography, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea ceremony and wine tasting, to divination and other miscellaneous skills with ease. And the lady was a first-rate teacher. Under her guidance, Qian'er had made rapid progress these days, especially in the classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Not only had he memorized them perfectly, but at such a young age, he could already understand some of their essence, which greatly surprised even the exceptionally talented lady.
At this moment, the mother and son were chatting and laughing all the way. Qian'er was discussing "Sun Tzu's Art of War" with his lady in classical Chinese: "Master, Mr. Sun is a genius. The first thirty-five stratagems are all classics. I especially admire 'To attack a city is the worst strategy, to attack a mind is the best strategy' and 'The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting, the worst strategy is to attack their formation.' But the thirty-sixth stratagem, 'Running away is the best strategy,' you always tell me to memorize it well, but Qian'er really can't figure out what's so wonderful about it. Isn't it just running away? Can running away really lead to victory?"
Qian'er sometimes called his lady "Master," sometimes "Godmother," and sometimes just "Mother." His lady didn't mind and let him call her whatever he wanted. The reason she emphasized the Thirty-Sixth Stratagem to Qian'er was that she hoped he would know how to slip away when faced with danger in the future, and not put himself in perilous situations for the sake of so-called manly dignity!
The lady smiled and said, "Qian'er, you only see the negative side. In the Chu-Han Contention, Emperor Gaozu of Han suffered repeated defeats, but he repeatedly escaped using this stratagem. Coupled with his profound understanding of 'winning hearts and minds,' he won over the hearts of the people, ultimately leading to the unification of the Han Dynasty. His escape was a strategic retreat, a manifestation of cunning, a retreat aimed at victory. On the other hand, Xiang Yu, although a peerless warrior, could not bear the humiliation of defeat, causing Yu Ji to commit suicide with him at the Wujiang River. I think this is the behavior of a loser."
Qian'er earnestly replied, "I disagree with that. He is a great hero in my eyes!"
Lady Wang said softly, "He achieved a lifetime of fame through his death, but I think it was a selfish act. What did Yu Ji do wrong? Even if she couldn't be an empress like Empress Lü, she could have lived a quiet life with her husband in the mountains, a loving couple. But she lost her life for Xiang Yu's so-called 'manly dignity.' I don't think that's the act of a hero. A true man should have unwavering perseverance and a strong sense of responsibility, taking responsibility for those he loves and all those who love him. How can he so easily just die?"
Seeing that Qian'er was still somewhat unconvinced, Lady Wang emphasized, "Take you for example. If something happened to you, would I still be alive? So even for my sake, no matter what hardships you encounter in the future, you must live on strongly. As long as you're alive, there's hope. Whether you're a hero or a coward, didn't the sage say, 'A wise man does not tread dangerous ground'?" Lady Wang couldn't help but reveal her true feelings as she spoke, her eyes reddening.
Height is not a distance, age is not a problem. A May-December romance, beautiful as fine wine, has stirred the youthful passions of countless old men for beautiful young women, and how could a beautiful woman not awaken the infatuation of a young girl for her beloved young man?
Qian'er affectionately took her arm, nodded and smiled, "Now Qian'er understands. Don't worry, I won't let Master worry."
The two chatted happily and walked along the flower path for a while, feeling the fragrance of plum blossoms, refreshing and invigorating. Qian'er looked up and realized that they had unknowingly arrived outside the Plum Pavilion.
It was an octagonal pavilion for appreciating plum blossoms, not large, but with a delicate and exquisite layout, and a refined interior.
Several chairs were placed in the center of the pavilion, and on an exquisite sandalwood table were placed a chessboard and chess pieces, the Four Treasures of the Study, and a mottled ancient zither, clearly an extraordinary piece. A long brocade pouch hung from a pillar, containing Qian'er's favorite flute. A brazier beside the table had been lit by the maids.
Beside the fireplace was a small stove stand and a tea table exquisitely carved from a single piece of high-quality tree root. The flowers, birds, insects, fish, bridges, flowing water, and figures depicted on it were all lifelike, undoubtedly the work of a master craftsman.
Despite the many items placed in the small warm pavilion, it didn't appear cluttered at all. Everyone who entered felt that everything seemed to be placed in its proper place, or rather, in its most suitable position, creating a sense of naturalness and order. This contained the profound mystery of the interaction between heaven, earth, and humanity—what we modern people call the theory of human-machine integration.
Achieving this was not easy, but extremely difficult! Therefore, the lady herself arranged it as Qian'er's study. Every item inside was personally selected by the lady; nothing less than a masterpiece was used. Each item was also meticulously arranged by her, with her personal maids not allowed to interfere.
In fact, not only this warm pavilion, but all of Qian'er's daily necessities were prepared by the lady herself.
Seeing that the plum trees surrounding the Plum Pavilion were already sprouting buds and about to bloom, Qian'er excitedly grabbed his wife's hand and said with a smile, "Master, these plum trees didn't seem to be doing anything yesterday, but it looks like they're about to bloom tonight. Why don't we enjoy tea and admire the
plum blossoms here tonight?" His wife looked at his little face, which was red from the cold, and gently pinched his small nose, smiling affectionately. "It's cold here at night. You're not strong enough to withstand the chill. Let's go back inside. Master will play chess with you in the warm hall."
Qian'er shook his wife's arm, refusing to listen. "No way! Playing chess here and watching the flowers slowly unfold is so beautiful!"
His wife couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she instructed the maids to stoke the fire and bring out the tea set, and personally brewed some tea. Speaking of tea-making skills, Madam was undoubtedly a top expert, so even the usually mischievous Qian'er quieted down, carefully observing each step of his master's tea-making process. From these subtle movements, he often gained insights—a vague understanding of life—and he enjoyed this feeling.
Of course, when it came to tea tasting, Qian'er was at least the undisputed number one expert in the Zhou household. Therefore, without exception, the first cup of tea poured by Madam was meant for him to taste. Seeing the satisfied look on his face, Madam's eyes shone with happiness.
Qian'er's chess skills had also improved rapidly recently, but compared to a master like Madam, he was still quite inexperienced. Moreover, once she started playing, Madam would always go all out, showing no mercy, just like her unstoppable momentum when dueling an opponent. Once she found a weakness in Qian'er's game, she would often deliver a fatal blow, leaving Qian'er with no chance to retaliate.
Seeing his large black group in the upper right corner completely surrounded by white pieces, and with no possibility of breaking free to connect with the black pieces in the lower right corner, Qian'er, despite the cold weather, was sweating slightly with anxiety. He desperately tried to create a second living eye within the black group; failure meant certain defeat.
Perhaps influenced by his wife, he also possessed a strong-willed personality and refused to give up easily. However, despite his best efforts—whether it was a ko fight or a feint—his wife countered each move, shattering his attempts to make the group live. The moment of truth had arrived. Qian'er stared blankly at the chessboard, silently calculating all the possible developments within six or seven moves after this move. A full ten minutes passed, and he still hadn't placed the piece.
The more you calculate the development of this endgame, the more variations there are. For example, Qian'er's move has four possible variations, and for each variation, the lady has three or four possible responses. Each response corresponds to a different subsequent outcome, resulting in more than ten variations within the next two moves. Therefore, after six moves, there are over three thousand possible endgames.
Qian'er is currently operating his brain like a computer, estimating over three thousand variations after six moves. However, he can only remember less than half of them and discern the advantages and disadvantages of each endgame. Of the one thousand or so endgames he can remember, none allow him to turn the tide. So, are there any chances of victory among the other thousand or so possible endgames?
He thinks of Bei Feng, the head of the lady's four sword maids, who is currently standing quietly by his side, observing the game without saying a word. Qian'er knew that besides their exceptional martial arts skills, the four sword maidens each specialized in one of the four arts: music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. Beifeng, however, specialized in chess, and her mind was practically a supercomputer; her memory was unparalleled. Therefore, Beifeng could calculate and remember at least 30% more endgame variations than he could.
He looked up at Beifeng, who understood the question in his eyes and told him which move would be most advantageous for him, though not necessarily leading to victory, it was the only way out of the predicament. The lady seemed confident of victory and didn't take Beifeng's guidance seriously. However, after Qian'er placed his piece, the situation immediately changed dramatically, triggering a series of deadly moves. The lady had no choice but to respond, losing her initial advantage. Qian'er's chances of making his black dragon alive increased significantly, and now it was the lady's turn to worry.
Qian'er excitedly grabbed Beifeng's calloused hand: "Sister, you're amazing! Not only can you remember most endgame variations, but you can also find the most advantageous one. In the future, besides Master, Sister, you must teach me more chess!" Even if the Black Dragon made a living group, Qian'er's chances of winning were still very small, but at least she wouldn't be utterly defeated by the Madam and lose too badly. No wonder she was so excited.
Beifeng blushed slightly, but didn't pull her hand away from Qian'er's. The usually valiant and spirited woman seemed somewhat shy and uneasy.
Scenes from ten years ago involuntarily flashed before her eyes. At that time, the Madam was ambitious. In order to unify the martial arts world, she first personally used force to subdue a large number of martial arts gangs, regardless of whether they were from the underworld or the legitimate world. Then she used these forces to devour other gangs, causing infighting within the Central Plains martial arts world and triggering a catastrophe. Many martial arts figures died in this bloody battle.
At that time, Beifeng and her four sword maids were accompanying their mistress on an inspection tour of her subordinate gangs. When they passed through Suide in northern Shaanxi, they encountered the Datong Escort Agency being robbed. The family that owned the agency, a wealthy local family, was also killed, leaving only a three- or four-year-old boy hiding in the bushes, trembling with fear. Beifeng found him while investigating the scene. Beifeng had seen many such scenes before, and she, always cold and indifferent, had never felt a shred of pity.
But this child possessed a very special aura that instantly awakened Bei Feng's latent maternal instincts; she was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time! Bei Feng found the little boy exceptionally adorable and pitiful, so she made an exception and brought him to her mistress's side. Her mistress, who had already given birth to two daughters, displayed a much stronger maternal instinct upon seeing the child than Bei Feng. She adored this fair-skinned and lovely little boy and immediately decided to adopt this orphan who had lost both parents.
This little boy was Qian'er.
The mistress sensed Bei Feng's unusual reaction and a hint of jealousy rose within her: "These four girls have undergone special training since childhood; they should be devoid of emotions and desires. But looking at her expression now… something's not right! Could it be that spending so much time with Qian'er has inevitably led to girlish feelings, and she's already developed secret affections for him? It seems best to separate them from Qian'er in the future!"
Sure enough, as expected, Qian'er managed to create a living black dragon, but lost the game. That's often how things are; you can lose tactics, but you can't lose strategy.
Seeing Qian'er's somewhat dejected expression, the lady gently comforted her, "Don't be discouraged. Actually, you've improved very quickly. Last month, your master gave you a handicap of more than ten pieces, but today he only gave you an eight-piece handicap, and you still almost lost. Learning chess requires patience. When your master was your age, his chess skills weren't as good as yours."
Seeing that it was getting late and the lanterns were being lit, and the north wind was starting to blow, she could still feel a slight chill even sitting in the warm pavilion. The lady gently advised, "Qian'er, be good. Let's stop admiring the plum blossoms tonight. It's quite cold here at night, so don't catch a cold."
This time, Qian'er didn't insist and returned to Qiushui Pavilion with the lady. As they entered the warm hall, the lady turned back and instructed Beifeng, "Go back to your own room and rest. From today onwards, you don't need to stay in the warm hall to serve every night."
Beifeng was taken aback. She was always inseparable from the lady, and at night she would just find a place to sit and meditate in Qiushui Pavilion, ready to be at the lady's beck and call in the inner chamber. However, this usually taciturn and aloof beauty said nothing, turning away expressionlessly, her tall, slender figure appearing somewhat desolate.
In the warm, spring-like inner chamber, the lady was undressing Qian'er and preparing him for a bath. Having spent so much time in the rather chilly plum pavilion, the lady feared Qian'er had caught a cold and wanted him to soak in hot water to dispel the chill. She meticulously cleaned Qian'er's increasingly aroused member, watching it slowly swell and stand erect in her palm, though not yet hard enough for penetration. However, she estimated that Qian'er should be able to in about a year.
After a somewhat intimate exchange and a few flirtatious caresses, the lady dressed Qian'er in his nightgown and told him to wait for her outside the screen. Then the lady undressed and entered the bathtub to bathe, warning Qian'er, "Don't go out again. Wait for me in this room for a while, but you're not allowed to hide behind the screen and peek at your godmother bathing." Back at Qiushui Pavilion, she referred to herself as godmother again, no longer calling herself master, showing that she was quite casual about how she addressed people.
But before the lady had finished bathing, Qian'er skipped and hopped out of the bedroom.
The lady, while soaking in the bath, chatted idly with Qian'er, but after a while, she didn't hear a response. She thought, "This child was just jumping around, and now he's already dozing off?"
She raised her voice and called, "Qian'er, are you sleeping? Why aren't you answering me?" She called several times, but there was still no response.
The lady's expression changed slightly: "Could Qian'er have sneaked out to play? It's so late and so cold, I hope nothing bad has happened!"
She hurriedly stepped out of the bathtub, put on a towel, and peered behind the screen, but there was no sign of Qian'er.
Madam Wang grew anxious and called out to Qian'er, but there was still no response. She quickly dried herself, called her maids in to help her dress, and then she and the maids hurriedly split up to search for him. They searched the entire inner chambers of Madam Wang, including her bedroom, the warm hall, the reception room, the dining room, and the entire Qiushui Pavilion, but found nothing!
It was well known that Madam Wang would become anxious and disoriented without Qian'er by her side. Therefore, even though Qian'er was completely defenseless, Madam Wang still took him with her whenever she traveled the martial world. This was partly because no one in the martial world dared to provoke her, and she was absolutely confident in protecting Qian'er; and partly because she couldn't bear to be without Qian'er by her side, not even for a day, especially since she was always away for at least ten days to half a month! Madam Wang naturally didn't feel comfortable leaving Qian'er alone at home.
But this time, it seemed Qian'er had run away from home. How could Madam Wang not be anxious? Just as she was frantically searching for someone, her trusted maid, Zhaiyue, rushed in to report that a maid had told her she had seen Qian'er leave Qiushui Pavilion and meet the Second Concubine in the back garden. The two seemed to be chatting happily, and then Qian'er followed the Second Concubine towards Peach Blossom Garden.
This Second Concubine was Master Zhou's second wife, named Huaying, forty years old this year, and very beautiful and voluptuous. Back then, because the marriage between Madam Wang and Master Zhou was purely a political one, devoid of love, she was reluctant to share a bed with him. Therefore, she arranged for several alluring and beautiful concubines outside to keep him company, so as to prevent him from bothering her in his old age. Madam Wang
's internal strength was unparalleled in the world. She was also extremely talented, applying it to bedroom arts to create the "Charming Woman's Heart Demon Technique," whose inner seductive arts, once used, were indescribably wonderful, unmatched by anyone. Each time they slept together, the man experienced unparalleled pleasure, but the lady herself felt only pain… because without love, there was no desire.
Lady Wang knew that because her husband was often stationed in Suzhou, Hua Yun had also been celibate for a long time, and unlike herself, she didn't have another lover in her heart. She remained chaste while waiting for Qian'er, thus enduring loneliness. Hua Ying, on the other hand, was a lustful and promiscuous woman who openly kept a handsome young servant named Lan'er in her Peach Blossom Garden.
The maids and servants often saw the second concubine hurriedly pulling Lan'er into her inner room before dark, locking the doors and windows tightly. The sounds of wanton moans emanating from inside were faintly audible to Lady Wang, who, with her profound inner strength, could sometimes faintly hear those heart-pounding moans coming from the Peach Blossom Garden when she strolled in the back garden after dinner.
Now, upon hearing that Qian'er had run off with that harlot, Lady Wang was filled with anxiety. Normally, even a simple handshake or a few words between the concubines and Qian'er would make Madam Wang jealous. But this time, that harlot Hua Ying had taken him away, potentially deflowering the child. How could she not be anxious?
She rushed to Peach Blossom Garden, gritting her teeth and vowing all the way that this vile woman dared to steal her most cherished possession; she would punish her severely!
Upon arriving at Peach Blossom Garden, Hua Ying's maids, seeing that it was Madam Wang, dared not stop her. Madam Wang went straight into the inner room, only to find Hua Yun's bedroom door tightly closed. Madam Wang licked a hole in the window paper and peered inside, only to see Hua Ying naked, embracing and kissing Qian'er. This lewd woman even spread her legs, rubbing her sensitive genitals against the little boy! Madam Wang
was stunned with rage! Unexpectedly, Hua Ying then changed her tactics, teaching the little boy the 69 position, with the middle-aged woman on top and the little boy on the bottom, licking and stimulating each other's genitals. Before Madam Wang could even recover, something heartbreaking happened...
Qian'er's little penis, stimulated and licked by the middle-aged woman, not only became erect but also stood stiffly between her legs. Madam Wang had never seen Qian'er's little thing so hard!
Although Madam Wang was angry, annoyed, and jealous, she felt an intense itch in her lower body, which gradually became wet, accompanied by a feeling of excitement and stimulation. On one hand, she was eager to stop the two, but on the other hand, her physical reaction gave rise to a perverted thought, an urge to continue watching!
While Madam Wang hesitated, she watched as Hua Shi, in a "child worshipping Guanyin" position, straddled Qian'er's body, her upper body pressed against the little boy's chest. Then, the middle-aged woman grabbed the little boy's penis and inserted it into her wet vagina, and then began to thrust and sway her hips.
Madam Wang felt as if the sky had fallen; she was unbearably itchy down below, and her heart sank. Enraged, she slammed open the door and stormed into the room, slapping Hua Ying across the face. She grabbed a bedsheet, wrapped Qian'er in it, and then, carrying him like a bird, flew back to Qiushui Pavilion.
(The End)

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