【A Beautiful Woman Through Storms】【The End】

The boat ride was quite comfortable, but it was too slow. It rocked and rocked, and I didn't know when we'd reach Wuxi. I watched the sun slowly climb from the east, reaching its zenith, its gentle heat turning scorching. If I'd known such a cheap awning boat was this slow, I would have rented a larger, sailing boat.

Li Qiushui gave me a lot of money—the kind of glittering gold leaves. Although I didn't know its exact value, I felt incredibly wealthy, like a nouveau riche. My posture straightened involuntarily, and my voice rose in pitch—the typical mindset of a nouveau riche. But the thought that I was still spending a woman's money made me a little discouraged. It's still different, isn't it? After all…

the scenery along the way was beautiful. But I was sleepy, so I curled up in the awning, where I could avoid the sun, and the rocking motion was nice.

Zhong Ling was chatting casually with the boatman at the stern. Seeing that I was about to sleep, she came over to join in. "Make room for me," Zhong Ling said, nudging me.

I groggily made way, but the cabin was too cramped, and she was still squeezing me. "Make way a little more, please." I really had nowhere to move. Her plump body was rubbing against me, and I could smell her fragrance. The scent of a young girl was captivating, intoxicating me. I felt my cycle changing, and the reaction below was becoming clearer, which made me a little panicked.

"Ouch!" The boatman suddenly exclaimed, and Zhong Ling scrambled up, her hand landing squarely on my erect penis. She wasn't trying to sleep; she was just trying to mess with me. I sat up as if I'd been electrocuted, covering my penis with both hands where she'd pressed it. I was furious!

"Liu Shang, come quick! Help!" Zhong Ling stood at the stern, waving frantically at me.

"What's wrong?" I struggled to get out, hesitating whether to stand up. If I did, my penis would definitely stick up the front of my robe, which would be quite embarrassing.

"Someone jumped into the water!" The boatman was pulling down his clothes.

"Yes!" I hurriedly started pulling down my clothes too. Going to rescue someone in such a loose-fitting, scholarly robe would surely cost me my life!

Watching the boat captain jump in wearing only his pants, I thought he was being unwise. I continued taking off my clothes. For me, swimming is basically just wearing underwear, though skinny dipping is pretty cool too, but opportunities to try it are limited.

I stuffed my clothes into Zhong Ling's hands, leaving me only in my underwear. I stood on the gunwale, showing off, "I'm going!"

Zhong Ling seemed a little dazed, wanting to hide but reluctant to leave. Her face was red, her gaze fixed on me. After all, it was the first time she'd seen a mature man's body, and her feelings were quite strange.

His arms stretched out, his bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight, the lines of his muscles displaying power, flickering with a mysterious allure. His calf muscles bulged, propelling his thighs, and his buttocks, encased in those annoying briefs, seemed about to burst. He leaped, gracefully flying towards the water's surface, splashing a ripple before disappearing.

Zhong Ling felt her heart pounding wildly, her mouth dry. He emerged again, his strong arms moving smoothly through the water, his legs occasionally slapping the surface. She could clearly see the water changing with his movements, the muscles on his back shifting... Feeling a little dizzy, captivated by the power a man displayed, Zhong Ling experienced a shock for the first time, a shock that was hard to resist. She realized that besides flowers and scenery, there was such a powerful and wild beauty in the world.

I saw her. Her long hair floated in the water, her arms outstretched, her face relaxed—a beautiful face, young, with delicate features. Death seemed like a release; she looked so peaceful. Was she slowly releasing herself? I grabbed her long hair, pulled her close, and slipped my hand under her armpits, finding myself holding her breasts perfectly. Good, very elastic. No time to appreciate it, huh? My breath was running low. I desperately pumped the water, rushing towards the surface.

"Open her shirt, yes, press on her stomach, harder..."

I knelt beside the girl's head, pried open her lips with my hands, pinched her nose, and prepared to give her artificial respiration. I wasn't sure if it would work; I'd never done it before, only seen it on TV and in movies. The key was to wake her up, right?

"Slap—"

I received a loud slap, my head spinning, and I collapsed onto my backside, not understanding what was happening.

"Sister Mu, he, he's saving you!" Zhong Ling grabbed the girl's hand. She didn't have the strength to hit me anymore; she convulsed and vomited water. The boatman busied himself rowing the boat to shore...

The sun was already setting in the west. The boatman lit a fire, praising my swimming skills while urging me to drink; his yellow wine was alright. Actually, the water was quite cold; it was already autumn, and the strenuous exercise had burned a lot of calories. I put on my clothes, but I was still shivering.

The girl rescued was Mu Wanqing. Who knows how she ended up here, and then chose to jump into the water to commit suicide? Counting on my fingers, I grinned. According to the boatman's estimate, even if we rushed to Wuxi overnight, it would be dawn by then. By then, the Wuxi story would be over, and Duan Yu would have taken Wang Yuyan to some unknown mill. I didn't know when my mission would be completed.

I was anxious to hand Zhong Ling over to Duan Yu and then head north to see my wife and children.

Mu Wanqing was tall, probably around 1.71 meters. She couldn't wear Zhong Ling's clothes, so she wore mine. Mine were a bit big, but big has its advantages—the curves underneath looked even more mysterious.

She nestled in Zhong Ling's arms, sobbing softly. Tears streamed down her face, making her look incredibly beautiful. Her wet hair clung to her slender, delicate cheeks, and her gaze held a deep sadness—a melancholy and a weariness that was enough to arouse my desire. But remembering that I was, after all, a respected elder of their grandfather's generation, I dared not look at her. Zhong Ling, for no apparent reason, also began to weep.

The sun had turned to sunset, casting vibrant colors over the lake and mountains. This small island in Taihu Lake was beautiful.

"We can't go any further. The wind will pick up tonight, and there will be heavy rain," the boatman said, busily setting up a shelter.

"Really?"

"Don't be fooled by the current pleasant weather. My legs have never lied to me. When the wind picks up on the lake, the waves get big. It's very dangerous to walk. Let's rest on this island and cross the lake tomorrow when the rain stops." I didn't know if it was chronic rheumatism or arthritis, and besides, Mu Wanqing's condition made it impossible for her to move.

"I'll go catch some fish later, we can have a meal together."

"Alright, you can set up a shelter here, I'll go catch the fish."

The sand was smooth and fine from the lake water, it felt pleasantly sticky under my feet. I found a stick, bent and bent it until I finally got a point, then rolled up my pants and stood in the knee-deep water, my eyes gleaming as I stared at the movement beneath the surface. There were fish, and they looked plump. I was hungry, my saliva was practically dripping, I could almost see the sizzling grilled fish on the fire, the aroma was intoxicating. Like Pavlov's dog, my mouth was agape, I had to keep swallowing.

Thinking about it was one thing, actually doing it was another. I tried, I tried again, tried again and again... but missed. Finally, I remembered the principle of light refraction and adjusted my angle.

"Liu Shang, what are you doing?" Zhong Ling was standing on the beach sometime during the day.

"Don't make a sound! I'm catching fish."

Zhong Ling was curious. She took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her trousers, and waded over.

"Ouch! Ouch!" she cried out in surprise, unable to move.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little impatiently.

"Come and help me, I've cut my foot."

There were some seashells at the bottom of the lake, and some of them were quite sharp, I didn't know what they were. I had to go over and help her. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were pouting, it was quite funny.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to take care of Mu Wanqing?"

"Sister Mu is asleep." Zhong Ling held my shoulder, lifted her scraped foot, and hopped on one leg.

"Do you know why she was trying to kill herself?"

"Ouch! A water snake!"

...

"Satisfied!" I pulled off my wet clothes, reached up and wiped the water from my face. Getting soaked twice in one day really made me feel terrible.

Zhong Ling was also soaked, curled up, teeth chattering, staring at me without blinking, and grinning brightly. I glanced at her, my vision a little blurry. Her clothes clung to her body, her vibrant body displaying a moist sheen. Girls are simply a man's nemesis; their bodies always make you want to commit a crime.

"Where are you going!"

"Going back to get dry clothes, you'll catch a cold if you keep this up!"

"What's a cold?"

"Don't look!" When Zhong Ling stood up, she noticed my gaze lingering on her. She felt a surge of embarrassment and annoyance, clutching her clothes to her chest, clearly upset.

I blushed and quickly lowered my head, but her image kept flashing before my eyes. Her bulging breasts, slender waist, round legs, and the wrinkles of her wet clothes all looked so alluring. I had to turn away quickly, because my penis was inappropriately erect, and my heart was pounding.

"Don't peek!" Zhong Ling ran away, but I couldn't resist taking another look. I saw her little bottom swaying and bobbing…

No, I don't care if she finds Duan Yu or not, I absolutely can't be with Zhong Ling anymore, otherwise, otherwise… Sigh! Still no good. A girl like that running around alone, with such poor martial arts skills, would be in trouble if she fell into the hands of bad guys. Didn't I promise?

The boat captain was really skilled; he easily caught six fish. Dinner, accompanied by his yellow wine, was alright, though the flavors were too strong. I kept drinking water, feeling constantly parched—maybe it was related to my mood? Zhong Ling kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, making me feel parched too.

Drinking too much water made me need to pee. I was sleeping quite well in the shack when the wind picked up, whistling, and the rain started pouring down—all the sounds were urging me awake. I woke up, feeling a throbbing in my lower abdomen, and my penis was throbbing; I was about to burst. The boat captain's snoring was impressive, and he even whistled, making me even more desperate. I had no choice but to find a place to relieve myself in the rain. There were girls in another shack, so I had to go further away.

The rain was indeed heavy; my shirt and pants were soaked through in no time. I finally found a big tree and frantically unzipped my pants. Wow! The world is so wonderful! Feeling relieved! The tension in my lower abdomen eased, and even urinating felt pleasurable.

A flash of lightning ripped through the night, its brightness almost frightening. I shuddered, completely released, and even felt a little intoxicated.

A figure seemed to flicker. I jumped in fright and stared intently. A tall, slender person stood on the edge of a cliff, swaying in the wind, seemingly about to fall off at any moment. Below lay the somewhat menacing Taihu Lake, waves crashing against the cliff face with eerie sounds. Not quite finished urinating yet, but I couldn't worry about that now. While pulling up my pants, I leaped forward with all my might, quite fast…

“Let me die!” Mu Wanqing's scream was shrill, her struggles tenacious. She had no moves, no martial arts skills; she relied entirely on the vicious methods of women—kicking, hitting, scratching, grabbing—and, crucially, her screams made my ears ring; her voice was a powerful weapon.

I gritted my teeth and endured it, pulling her away from the cliff and pressing her against the big tree where I had just urinated. "I really admire you. You died once, and you still dare to come a second time. You're not even afraid of death, so why can't you live?"

I grimaced. Her fingernails were really sharp. My face was burning, and my scalp was throbbing. I guessed a lot of my hair had been pulled out. My good hair! My face was still being shaped by Mu Wanqing.

"Why is it you again?" Mu Wanqing saw me clearly and calmed down a bit from her hysteria. Her eyes were filled with despair, her face was trembling, and she didn't look good at all. Her chest was heaving violently. Her chest was very alluring. Her clothes were thin and soaked. Was it because of the cold? Her two nipples were erect, drawing my attention involuntarily.

"Want to die again?" I gasped for breath.

"Let me die!" Mu Wanqing said fiercely.

“As the saying goes, ‘Once is enough, twice is too much, but not a third time.’ I can only stop you twice; there won’t be a third time.”

“Move aside.” She was calm and resolute.

I stepped aside, rubbing my burning face and scalp. She closed her eyes and walked past me, trembling slightly.

“Wait!”

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t stop me a third time?”

“Please give me back my clothes. You’re wearing my clothes. I’m poor; I only have three sets of clothes, and they’re all wet now. Tomorrow I’ll have to go out naked. Please give me back my clothes, okay? I’m begging you. You’re going to die anyway; there’s no reason for you to wear clothes, is there?”

“What did you say?” Mu Wanqing stopped, slowly turned around, and stared at me fiercely.

I spread my hands, encouraging her with my eyes, “You were born naked. Why are you dressed so neatly before you die? Give them back. These clothes are quite expensive; it’s already a waste that they’re wet. What will I do if you take them?”

I didn’t know what she was thinking, but it was good that she didn’t move any closer to the cliff.

This standoff was a battle of wits, a fight to the death. Thunder, lightning, gale—everything was terrifying.

"You filthy man! Here you go!" Mu Wanqing became hysterical again, tearing at her clothes and throwing them hard at my face.

I caught them, easily. "How can you do this? You don't have to tear my clothes like this. Look, they're ruined. How am I supposed to wear them? You, you have to pay me back."

When no more clothes were thrown at me, Mu Wanqing's body swayed in the desolate night. I couldn't see clearly, but her arms were crossed over her chest; she was definitely crying. "You filthy man! Isn't this what you wanted? Are you satisfied now? Do you have the guts to touch me?" She spoke quickly, almost inaudibly. "Come on then. This body is dirty. How about it? Do you want it?" She actually walked over.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I was a little confused and kept backing away. Unfortunately, the half of my urine wasn't finished, and now it was starting to act up at such an inopportune time.

The lightning suddenly illuminated her naked body. Good. She cornered me against a tree, with nowhere to escape.

"What's the point of me living like this? Tell me! The person I love most is my brother, and now he loves someone else. My body is defiled, no longer pure. Tell me, what's the meaning of living?" "

You're sick."

"Sick?"

"You're just a germaphobe."

"A germaphobe?"

"How many men have you met? How do you know he's the one you love most? How do you know that being defiled makes you impure? How much do you know about life? You'll die at the slightest setback? You're quite brave, not afraid of death. Do you even know what death is like? I've died. Want me to tell you? First, the darkness..."

"Why won't you let me die?"

"You're a good girl, aren't you? You're still pure, still young, still so beautiful. Temporary pain can be relieved by death. Do you know how good life would be if you lived? Aren't you curious at all? Do you know what happiness tastes like? Don't you yearn for it at all? Do you know there are other men waiting for you on the journey ahead? Don't you want that at all?"

"What are you saying?

I don't quite understand." Her body went limp and she fell against my chest...

"What are you doing?" Zhong Ling groggily sat up, looking at me with surprise, then at Mu Wanqing, who was naked in my arms.

"You brat, I asked you to take care of her, and all you do is sleep. She's trying to kill herself again."

Zhong Ling panicked, still not understanding. "Then why isn't she wearing any clothes?"

"She took them off herself. Don't just stand there, find her some dry clothes!" "

There aren't any." "If there aren't any,

then take them off." "

I don't want to."

"Hurry up, she'll get sick if she stays wet like this."

Zhong Ling retreated to the corner of the shack, clutching her collar tightly. I quickly retreated and found a place to finish urinating. To be honest, saving someone is quite an accomplishment.

Mu Wanqing was sick, and Zhong Ling had no clothes to wear, so we had to stay on this small island for most of the day. We were utterly disheartened; if we rushed there now, it would be too late. I could only sit by the now bright and gentle Taihu Lake, rubbing my feet while waiting for the clothes to dry.

The boatman was indeed a gentleman; he never went to peep into that shack. This made me quite ashamed, because I had wanted to go and see what was inside more than once. I decided to give the boatman double the fare.

Wuxi is a very prosperous ancient city. We have money; we can stay in the best restaurants, the best rooms, and find the best doctor and the best medicine for Mu Wanqing. She's very ill; whether it will develop into pneumonia, we don't know.

Finding Duan Yu is out of the question, and I even missed the chance to meet Qiao Feng, whom I greatly admire. As for assessing my future grandson-in-law, Xu Zhu, that's out of the question too. I don't know how long I'll be stuck in Wuxi. I'm miserable because I'm longing to go home. In this era, Lingzhou is my true home.

Mu Wanqing is getting better day by day. Zhong Ling has lost a little weight from the hard work of caring for her. I have nothing else to do but cultivate and stay by their bedside. I can't abandon them. Fortunately, my internal energy is improving. I wonder if I'm truly a top-tier master now? There's no one to challenge me.

Sitting is getting tiring. It's midnight now, and I'm sleepy… A very soft hand gently strokes my face. I wake up and meet Mu Wanqing's tender gaze. "Get me some water, okay? I'm very thirsty."

Her fever has subsided, but her lips are still dry.

"Wait." I jump up to pour water…

"Want some more?"

Mu Wanqing shakes her head, grabbing my sleeve and refusing to let go, leaning against my chest. Is this a little too intimate? I felt a little awkward. To be honest, I had no feelings for Mu Wanqing. Right now, I just felt sorry for her, just like how I liked Zhong Ling. They both needed care.

"These past few days, I've been thinking about what you said. I've figured it out. I won't die."

"That's good. Lie down, or you'll catch a cold again."

"This is good. Your chest is warm." She snuggled up a few times, closed her eyes, as if enjoying a comfortable moment. "Thank you for taking care of me all these days."

"Don't mention it. Actually, it was Zhong Ling who took care of you. She couldn't keep up, so I took over. You should lie down."

She didn't speak or move, just leaned against the bed, enjoying herself. I could only sit on the edge of the bed, reach out and pull the blanket over her. It was really hard work, mainly because her behavior made me feel awkward. I didn't know how to handle it.

I just had to bear it! Mu Wanqing recovered and became very docile.

"Liu Shang, where do you think we should go?" Zhong Ling was quite troubled because she couldn't find any news about Duan Yu lately.

“Either you go home, or you come with me to Lingzhou.”

“Lingzhou? Are you from Xixia?”

“Oh, I’m Han, but my home is in Lingzhou, I have to go back. By the way, once we get to Lingzhou, we’ll definitely find someone to help us. Miss Mu, you’re feeling better now, where are you going?”

“Wherever you go, I’ll go.” Lately, Mu Wanqing’s eyes have been incredibly dreamy, making my heart race.

“Then let’s go to Lingzhou, I wonder if it’ll be fun?” Zhong Ling perked up, her face flushed with excitement.

I always felt that she didn’t just come out to find Duan Yu; she came out to have fun, to see the dazzling world outside, she’s gone crazy, she doesn’t want to go home at all, always searching for a brighter future. She’s a girl who loves to wander, maybe that’s why I like her?

Money makes things easy; we didn’t have to worry about money when it came to buying all the supplies for a long trip. We bought a large carriage pulled by three horses, it was very smooth and luxurious. We also bought clothes, utensils, and dry food, and then we set off.

Everything was great—beautiful scenery and beautiful company. This kind of trip should be wonderful, right? But there were some less-than-ideal aspects. Mu Wanqing was being overly attentive to me. I've been there, I know what she's thinking, but I haven't quite figured it out yet, so I felt a little uneasy.

"Why are you always avoiding me?" We missed our lodging again that day and had to spend the night in the woods beside the official road. The carriage was naturally for Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling, and I lay on the carriage shaft, which was convenient for keeping watch. Although there weren't any wild beasts, encountering bandits would be troublesome enough. At midnight, Mu Wanqing stood in the clear moonlight—her most solemn posture.

I quickly sat up. "No, why am I avoiding you?" A bad feeling crept in; Mu Wanqing seemed a little strange.

"You are avoiding me." She sat down on the carriage shaft next to me. I quickly moved aside to maintain distance; her fragrance was quite potent, and I was worried about myself.

She leaned closer again, and I let her… and so, I finally fell off the carriage shaft, landing on my bottom.

“How are you? Did you hurt yourself?” Mu Wanqing came over to help me up. I refused to get up.

“See, you’re avoiding me.”

Mu Wanqing simply sat down beside me, grabbed my arm, and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Don’t do this, okay? Let her…”

“Zhong Ling is asleep, she can sleep until tomorrow morning, I pressed her sleeping acupoint.”

“Then, what’s that for?”

“I don’t want her to disturb us.”

“We?” My God! It seems something big is going to happen tonight! Mu Wanqing had been planning this for a long time.

“What are we going to do?”

“Didn’t you say there was a good man waiting for me up ahead? I found him.”

“It’s not me, is it?”

“You’re so smart, you even know.”

How am I supposed to explain this? I’m really scratching my head!

Mu Wanqing’s lips became hot, her body was warm too, she hooked her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to mine, a light touch, but passionate. My head suddenly went hot and I panicked. Should I have sex with her? Is it okay to have sex like this?

"Liu Shang, now I know that the good man is you..."

Mu Wanqing murmured, pressing me down onto the tall grass. Her burning lips lingered on mine, and she rubbed my arms, her soft body pressed against mine.

Her heart was pounding fast and strong, and mine was pounding just as fast; I was already erect. I tried my best to avoid pressing my penis against her, but she seemed to enjoy the contact. She took the initiative. I

couldn't hold back any longer! My hands finally encircled her, cupping the back of her head and running my fingers through her soft hair, then I responded fiercely to her lips. These lips were wonderful—warm, soft, and resilient. I pried open her teeth and tried to tug at her tongue. She playfully tried to escape, murmuring softly, so my tongue followed, tracing the base of her tongue, waiting for her sweet saliva, waiting for her submission.

She became even more passionate, caressing me, one hand starting to undo my belt. "Hurry, Liu Shang, I want it now!"

Fine, I'll have it. I couldn't hold back any longer either. She'd been seducing me for days; didn't she know my resistance was weak? "Let it be! It should be good, right?"

I suddenly rolled over and placed Mu Wanqing beneath me. She gasped softly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with joy, which also encouraged me.

"Loosen up a little," I pleaded while responding to her kisses, because she held my head tightly to her lips, refusing to let go, making it difficult for me to breathe and hindering my movements.

I groped around, untying her belt, and slipped my hand inside her long skirt, pulling down her pants with force—it was so warm there.

She lifted her buttocks to cooperate as I pulled her pants down, even raising her legs.

I couldn't wait any longer. I struggled free from her arms, lifted her skirt, and raised her legs, pulling her pants down to her knees. A blinding expanse of white was visible, and the beauty within the lush, grassy shadows wasn't quite clear yet. I didn't have time to look. I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, unzipped my pants,

pulled out my penis, and pressed it against her…

It was getting wet, so tender and soft to the touch.

Mu Wanqing shuddered, trying to pull away, but immediately bravely met my attack. She grabbed her long skirt, which had fallen onto her stomach

, and pulled it over to cover her face. Her delicate labia initially resisted, but quickly parted obediently. Then I pressed against that soft spot, but missed. It hurt a little. I took a breath, moved down a bit, and found the still-closed opening, already wet. When I touched it, the little hole twitched, then opened up invitingly.

As I entered, Mu Wanqing let out a soft moan, "Mmm, mmm," before immediately gritting her teeth and holding back. Her body arched, her belly writhing in a strange way.

The initial penetration was wet, slippery, and warm. After only a brief pause, the delicate flesh began to move in a wonderful way, enveloping me, gripping me tightly, and twisting me forcefully. I cried out in pleasure, thrusting in hard… all the way to the very end. It was a wonderful vagina, and Mu Wanqing now knew how to enjoy pleasure; her cooperation was excellent.

My lower abdomen pressed against her body, the soft feeling was also very pleasant, very pleasurable. I just felt that her face was covered by the hem of her long skirt, which was a slight imperfection, but I couldn't care less. I held her legs and thrust hard, perhaps a little selfish, because I was only focused on my own pleasure…

A cool breeze blew by, raising goosebumps all over my body, and my mind cleared from its frenzy. The thing I had feared had finally happened; I hadn't resisted the temptation.

Mu Wanqing was fast asleep in my arms, sleeping soundly, her face glistening with tears, yet a satisfied smile lingered on her lips. Was I satisfied too? The answer was probably a resounding yes; at least physically, I was satisfied. Mu Wanqing was only nineteen, with a wonderful body, a truly beautiful woman. Our lovemaking was successful, a little rushed, but very pleasurable.

What troubled me were the various thoughts that flooded my mind after my physical satisfaction. First, I was certain this wasn't love-driven love. My feelings for Mu Wanqing were at the level of pity, not the deep, unforgettable love I felt with Li Qiushui, the mutual dependence, the profound bond we shared. That was certain. Everything I did for her was simply out of pity. She was somewhat unfortunate, somewhat beautiful, somewhat alluring. Loveless lovemaking didn't feel quite right to me.

Was I being too realistic? Could feelings be this realistic? Actually, there were even more realistic things before me! How should I tell Li Qiushui? What's worse, how am I supposed to explain this to my children, facing their irresponsible father and grandfather?

Putting aside the issue of status, while this extramarital affair is incredibly exciting, the sense of responsibility does put a bit of a burden on a man. It's not like he can just do it and call it a day, right? A girl doesn't give you her body just for money; she gives you her feelings too. Shouldn't he shoulder the responsibility for another feeling?

I'm so conflicted, I really don't have a good solution. It was exhilarating, but the worries have returned. I can't let go; I can't sleep with my eyes open.

At dawn, I had an answer: since I've done it, I'll do it. A man should act like a man, shoulder this responsibility, and see if he can stand tall enough.

Thankfully, this is an era where polygamy is possible. Don't forget, and don't mistreat her. She feels she can find happiness with you; that's an honor, isn't it? You should try your best to give her happiness. As for the other problems, I should solve them myself.

But how? There's always a way out. Being honest might solve the problem. Be honest with yourself, and then be honest with your family. Shouldn't that be less of a challenge? I felt much lighter, and then sleepiness crept in…

Mu Wanqing became happier. She was no longer melancholy; she started laughing and joking with Zhong Ling. When Zhong Ling was around, she rarely spoke to me, but conveyed her feelings through her eyes. A young girl's emotions are delicate, aren't they?

Things always change. Since we became so close, happiness seemed a little… Zhong Ling always slept very soundly, and Mu Wanqing couldn't help but sleep soundly too. So, after Zhong Ling fell asleep, Mu Wanqing would come to my room. She was very enthusiastic and open; she would agree to any of my requests, just for the joy of being together.

"It's so nice that you listen to me like this," Mu Wanqing said, leaning against my chest, our skin pressed tightly together. Although tired, it was sweet.

When I was with Mu Wanqing, I had a good habit: no matter how tired I was, I would wait until Mu Wanqing fell asleep before considering my own needs.

Experience tells me that if you turn over and go to sleep right after sex, the next day will often be terrible—either you'll get into an argument or be ignored. This is because women often remain aroused for a while after a good night's sex. During this time, they can confide in each other. Their bodies have already experienced pleasure; what remains is the soul. When they achieve a state of complete physical and mental ecstasy, they become obsessed with the wonderful sex. Lacking either aspect makes it seem dull.

In a marriage, sex becomes a shared responsibility, and the woman may feel that the man is a beast who only knows his own pleasure. As for lovers, I suspect that unless it's for mutual benefit, the relationship won't last long. So, even though she often says things that sound incredibly foolish, I still try to listen, no matter how heavy my eyelids are. As long as I keep touching Mu Wanqing's body, whom I love, she will feel that I am indeed listening.

Finding someone who can bring physical pleasure and whom she can confide in makes a woman happy; at least the time spent in bed is worth cherishing, and Mu Wanqing's behavior proves this. I try my best to give Mu Wanqing this feeling of happiness, but sometimes I wonder if I'm going a little too far? I've never done that to Li Qiushui.

"Can you tell me, where are you in Lingzhou..."

I felt that Mu Wanqing had always been puzzled by this question. It was like a window that needed to be opened, but opening it required courage. It seemed that Mu Wanqing was ready to open it today.

This question had also been bothering me for quite some time. I couldn't understand why I was unwilling to be honest. Perhaps it was because it was difficult to explain? After all, I looked like a young man in his late twenties. How could I explain to Mu Wanqing that I had a wife in her sixties, a son in his thirties, and grandchildren—a very prominent family?

Anyone would think it was a ghost. Mu Wanqing obviously wanted a lasting happiness. She might not mind being a concubine, but she would definitely mind that happiness wouldn't last.

I was still infatuated with happiness and had almost forgotten that Mu Wanqing was still a girl not even twenty years old. No matter what, she had a long life ahead of her. Could she spend the rest of her happy years with me? After figuring this out, I suddenly felt extremely nervous, even breaking out in a cold sweat.

Li Qiushui was lucky; after I left, she met a good man. Could Mu Wanqing be so lucky? Was it too cruel to bind her future life with unrequited love? I panicked a little. I pushed Mu Wanqing away, and at the same time, I realized something: girls who suffer misfortune, especially young girls, need comfort. Mu Wanqing had suffered misfortune, and I just happened to be there. Naturally, she wanted to find that feeling in me. That's why she gave herself to me. I don't rule out the possibility that I did a good job, but will she regret it later? Regret might

be inevitable, right? Because women need to mature to be rational, and Mu Wanqing is clearly not mature yet. This dream always has to end, whether it's me or her.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wanqing was puzzled by my behavior.

I calmed down, found a cigarette, and lit it. "In Lingzhou, there's my family, my wife, and my children."

I decided that at least I had to wake up first. I couldn't be infatuated with physical pleasure anymore, and I couldn't hurt Mu Wanqing's already wounded heart. Perhaps I should have been more tactful. Looking at Mu Wanqing with some concern, I said, "I didn't mean to hide it, it's just that..." The explanation seemed a bit redundant.

To my surprise, Mu Wanqing didn't react with anger; instead, she was overjoyed, her face radiant. She snuggled closer, resting against my chest again. "It's so good that you told me! A man like you won't lack good women who like you. I know you'll definitely have a family. I was really worried you'd lie to me, use sweet words to deceive me, and then my newly found happiness would be ruined."

I was speechless. Mu Wanqing's reaction completely exceeded my expectations. The words of comfort I had prepared were utterly useless.

"I can promise I won't be willful anymore. Do you think they can accept me?"

I took a deep breath, at a loss. Perhaps the best way was to let her see what I considered happiness? Then let her find someone of her own. But what to do now? Both

sweetness and distress were overwhelming. Where the hell am I? It seems to be Taiyuan.

I've been to Taiyuan before, and I always thought it was a rather dirty place. But the Taiyuan I see now is beautiful—clean and prosperous. As a crucial military stronghold in northern China during the Song Dynasty, Taiyuan was a key point in the Yanmen Pass defense system, and you could see many soldiers here. Of course, there were also many merchants coming and going; after all, doing business could bring in substantial profits. So, despite the dangerous standoff between the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty of the Khitan, merchants still traveled between the two places, and they were a major factor in Taiyuan's prosperity. Although it can't compare to the major cities of the south, Taiyuan still exudes the charm of a famous northern city, firstly because its service industry is very sophisticated.

Taiyuan is especially beautiful when it snows. I love snow. Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling are from the south, and their initial excitement was quickly worn down by the unique northern cold wind. They stayed in the inn, refusing to come out. This was even better; I could fully enjoy the beautiful scenery and also have a drink by myself to soothe my weary heart.

I strolled through the snow-covered streets, a cigarette dangling from my lips. Snowflakes drifted onto my face, cool and refreshing, a pleasant sensation. The biting wind felt familiar and comforting, though my ears were starting to feel the chill. I looked around, hoping to find a shop to buy a hat, or perhaps a drink—I had plenty of money. But

wishes can't always be fulfilled at the same time. I didn't find a hat shop, but I stumbled upon a restaurant. Looking up, I saw the three characters "Snow Appreciation Pavilion," beautiful calligraphy. The style seemed to belong to Su Dongpo, the "Big Beard Su," his calligraphy full, unrestrained, and naturally elegant—truly fine writing.

Suddenly, I realized this era was Su Dongpo's era. He was a romantic, carefree, lazy, and gluttonous, yet incredibly intelligent and talented scholar. I wondered what it would be like to drink with the "Big Beard Su." I admired Su Dongpo, and by extension, I've come to admire this rather pathetic era as well. However, the chances seemed slim, as Su Dongpo was currently enjoying his success and it wasn't time for him to be drinking and causing trouble after his demotion.

The waiter was very attentive, even lighting a brazier of charcoal near my seat. I thanked him, but I honestly didn't know how much to tip these days. Actually, I don't really like tipping; I think a sincere thank you is better than a hundred or so dollars. But others don't think so, so I always get glares, which makes me even less inclined to tip.

There weren't many customers in the restaurant. At the very center table, two Shanxi merchants dressed like they were at a leather goods fair were having a loud, languid conversation.

In the corner, there was a man covered in dust, his cotton robe revealing patches of cotton, looking quite thin, but he didn't seem to feel cold.

"What do you have to eat?"

"Our brocade duck, crispy chicken... they're famous far and wide." The waiter rattled off a long list of dishes, which I found a bit annoying; I couldn't remember any of them.

"Do you have braised beef or anything like that? And a plate of boiled chicken, and a pot of wine... Hey, stop right there, a whole jar,

please!" The sake of the Song Dynasty was indeed quite strong; it was sweet and smooth, with an alcohol content only slightly higher than beer. I love drinking, especially strong spirits. Smoothness is key, spiciness is fine too, it just needs to be potent. If it weren't for the heat, beer would be out of the question—that stuff tastes like water, and it makes you bloated. I like the feeling of sweating after drinking; going to the toilet is incredibly boring. My biggest regret about coming to the Song Dynasty is not being able to drink good wine. The sake here is so weak; if you drink too much, it just makes you bloated and uncomfortable.

The waiter grinned, involuntarily glancing at the man. The man's gaze was also sweeping over me.

I immediately thought of Qiao Feng. Only Qiao Feng deserved such a gaze, only Qiao Feng deserved such power and vicissitudes. He had something that captivated people at first sight; perhaps I had already been captivated long ago, which is why this feeling is so strong now.

His thick eyebrows and strong facial features revealed his strength, while the tenderness within his piercing phoenix eyes, though exuding a commanding presence, revealed his gentleness. Even in his most destitute moment, he radiated an untouchable pride. He was not ostentatious at all; his gaze was gentle, yet his imposing presence was naturally revealed.

Perhaps my gaze was too focused, for Qiao Feng hesitated slightly. He picked up the large bowl of wine, smiled at me, and downed it in one gulp.

I didn't move, nor did I show much admiration. At least, I didn't admire his drinking capacity. I had admired it when reading the book, but now that I was here and had drunk this era's wine, I no longer admired him. A five-pound jar—less than five bottles of beer! What's so admirable about drinking ten bottles of beer? Full of

fighting spirit, I decided to first test my skills against this remarkable Qiao Feng. I smiled, a habitual smirk playing on my lips.

Qiao Feng was slightly surprised. "Brother, you seem to have a huge capacity for alcohol. Come and have a drink."

"Alright!" This encounter really got my blood pumping.

I went over and first loosened my belt. Qiao Feng laughed. "Brother, what's this for?"

"To drink." I took his large bowl and gestured for him to pour me some.

"Aren't you afraid I'll poison the wine?"

Qiao Feng didn't pour me any. I then remembered that he was probably being hunted down everywhere, and probably still was.

"Just drink, why would I poison you? You, Qiao Feng, aren't that kind of person."

"Brother, you look unfamiliar. I've traveled all over the martial world, and I don't think I've ever seen you before." "

My name is Liu Shang, and I don't really have a name. You called me brother, so you poured me some wine."

"I admire your courage. Dozens of skilled fighters are watching us, and none of them dare to disturb Qiao Feng's drinking, but you dare. Alright, let's finish our drink and then have a fight. How about it?"

It seems my experience in the martial world is really lacking. I didn't notice any dozens of skilled fighters watching us. Maybe I was too excited.

"Alright, let's drink first, then see who falls first."

I watched him pour me wine, my hand steady, stopping at the rim of the bowl. He looked at me, my hand also steady, not spilling a drop. I raised my hand and downed it in one gulp. That's it, isn't it? I'm not bragging, I've never backed down from drinking.

"Kid, who are you? The heroes of Shanxi, Hebei, and Henan are here to capture and kill the villain Qiao Feng! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way!" A loud voice drifted in from the howling north wind.

Qiao Feng paused for a moment, nodded at me, ignored the people outside, reached for the wine bowl, poured himself a bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

I stood up, cupped my hands in greeting, and said, "These ungrateful bastards are disturbing our drinking. I don't usually like fighting, but firstly, they're annoying, and secondly, you've had enough of fighting and killing along the way. I'll go and get rid of these annoying tagalongs for you."

I was quite confident because I had just activated my magnetic field sense and knew they were a bunch of cowards who actually wanted to make a name for themselves by fighting Qiao Feng. Sigh, letting Qiao Feng fight them would be an insult to the reputation of the number one hero of the Northern Song Dynasty in my mind.

Before Qiao Feng could respond, I grabbed a stool and jumped out of the window...

"How about it? Not bad, brother?"

I returned triumphantly and sat down on the stool.

"Are you a disciple of Xingxiu Sea?" Qiao Feng's expression was a little off; he looked at me coldly.

"If I said I was the disciple of your sworn brother Duan Yu, would you believe me?"

"That's true, you all practice the Xiaoyao Sect's kung fu, but my second brother could never have taught a disciple like you."

"Tell me, how does my kung fu compare to yours?"

"I'm afraid you're no match for me." Qiao Feng's doubt vanished, replaced by the pride of facing a formidable opponent.

"What about ten years from now?"

"Ten years is too long, who knows what will happen?"

"Alright, ten years is too long. Let's have a drinking contest today, and ten years from now, let's meet at a good place for a proper martial arts competition, how about that?"

"Then let's set it at..." The usually confident Qiao Feng suddenly fell silent, his expression weary. "Let's drink first, who knows if I'll still be alive ten years from now."

"Afraid I'll beat you then?"

"That's not necessarily true. Okay, let's set it for ten years from now, meet again at the summit of Mount Hua."

"Don't say that, it's a martial arts competition. We can meet anytime, but you're not allowed to lay a hand on me, okay?" Qiao Feng didn't understand.

I laughed, "I'm worried you'll lose the drinking contest later and get angry and try to attack me. I

'm no match for you now, it'd be so boring."

Qiao Feng laughed too, his smile spreading across his face. He was actually a very handsome man; perhaps it was his charisma that made him so.

"You have to keep your ten-year promise."

"Of course, when has Qiao Feng ever gone back on his word?"

My heart ached. I knew he hadn't kept his promise for ten years, but I still held onto a sliver of hope; he shouldn't be the type to break his word.

"Let's drink."

...

Qiao Feng talked only of happy things, from his childhood apprenticeship to his later chivalrous adventures, befriending only the most valiant heroes and slaying the most heinous villains, until he and Duan Yu became sworn brothers over a cup of wine. Two jars of wine were gone before we knew it, so we went back for more, and chatted some more.

"Brother Liu Shang, you know, I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"You've had too much to drink."

"No, I'm perfectly sober. How about we become sworn brothers?"

"No way."

"I thought you were a trustworthy man."

"You've called me brother several times already, so we're brothers. What kind of brothers become sworn brothers? You've had too much to drink. Wait a minute, I need to take a leak."

"Let's pee together,"

"Brother, I'm leaving Yanmen Pass." Qiao Feng and I stood side-by-side at the pavilion outside Taiyuan City. He was over 1.9 meters tall, much taller than me, which made me feel quite uncomfortable. So I tried to stand on tiptoe, eventually reaching the steps. Almost there, even a little taller, I felt quite pleased with myself. But then I saw Qiao Feng's smile, and I felt a little deflated. Yes, height is innate, but ambition is the true measure of success, isn't it? But I didn't come down; I was still a bit vain.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling beside me couldn't help but focus their attention on Qiao Feng. I wasn't jealous at all; he was clearly superior to me, even a blind man could see that. Isn't it ridiculous to be jealous of someone better than yourself? Finding a way to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him, or even surpass him, that would be truly satisfying, wouldn't it? It seems I'll never surpass him. I wonder if he'll give me that chance?

The taste of parting was bittersweet; my nose kept stinging. "Brother, you go to Yanmen Pass, I'm heading west home. You carry hatred on your shoulders, but I hope you won't forget our ten-year promise to meet at Mount Hua, and don't let hatred blind you. I can't advise you anymore; sometimes finding happiness is far more joyful than finding an enemy. I'll wait for you; when that time comes, I will defeat you." Qiao Feng

smiled, patted my shoulder, and said, "Then you won't have to stand on those steps anymore."

He strode off through the snow without looking back. I stood there in the pavilion, feeling that it was truly worthwhile to be friends with such a man.

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