Chapter 167 of Ten Scenery Satin

This time, the two went out to gather firewood and returned quickly. They built a fire and roasted the pheasant and several large fish. In no time, the forest was filled with a delicious aroma. Ziyuan hummed a light tune as she cooked wild vegetables and fruits, adding a refreshing fragrance to the greasy chicken and fish.

After a while, Ziyuan finished preparing the food, and it was already dark. The bright moon hung high, and the stars were scattered. Everyone gathered around the fire, savoring Ziyuan's cooking. It was indeed a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate; Wenyuan and Xiao Murong praised it highly. Hua Xuan was even more impressed and said, "Sister Ziyuan, you're so good at cooking, I want to learn from you someday."

Little Murong waved the fish bones she had just finished eating and laughed, "Of the three of us, Sister Ziyuan is the most domestic. I can't learn to cook. Every time I make something, my eldest brother spits it out as soon as he takes a bite, he doesn't give me any face at all."

Ziyuan was a little embarrassed and smiled, "I only know this much, what's there to teach? There's no oil or salt here, I'm afraid the taste won't be very good." Wen Yuan shook his head and laughed, "No, no, it's already good enough."

Just as everyone was enjoying their meal, Little Murong suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to get something."

She ran to the pile of bundles and luggage and came back with two leather bags. Hua Xuan asked, "What's that?" Little Murong blinked and smiled, "It's wine. I bought it in town during the day, and I'm drinking it now. My older brother said he wanted to drink this morning, and I thought it sounded good, so I bought a few liters." Wen Yuan said, "Xiao Yin, you don't usually drink much, do you?" Little Murong smiled, "Yes, this is to celebrate everyone's safety and Sister Ziyuan's return. Everyone has to drink, and all of this wine has to be drunk clean."

Ziyuan touched her long hair slightly, hesitated, and smiled wryly, "I... I'm not a good drinker, I probably can't drink much." Little Murong smiled, "It's okay, give him all the leftovers." She pointed at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan smiled, "If I get drunk too, I won't be able to keep you company tonight." Little Murong's face flushed, and she smiled, "You're not drunk yet, and you're already talking nonsense. You're the one, first, take a big gulp of wine as punishment." She handed a wine bag to Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan uncorked the wine and took the first sip. The women laughed and clapped, each taking a sip as well.

As the wine flowed freely and their ears warmed, Zi Yuan took out her pipa, gently plucking and strumming, and began to sing. The pipa music was captivating; it was Qin Guan's "The Magpie Bridge Fairy": "The clouds weave patterns, the stars convey sorrow, the Milky Way stretches vast and silent. A single meeting in the golden autumn breeze and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world. Tender feelings flow like water, the auspicious day is like a dream, how can one bear to look back on the magpie bridge's return path? If two hearts are truly bound for eternity, why should they be together every morning and evening?" The music was like pearls and jade, the melody like a gentle breeze, soft and tender. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong listened, lost in thought, and praised it highly when the piece ended.

Xiao Feng laughed, "It's a pity there's no zither here, otherwise, Young Master Wen, you could play a tune, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Wen Yuan, still quite drunk, immediately rose to his feet upon hearing this, laughing heartily, and said, "Even without a zither, how can I not play a tune?" A sudden flash of light appeared before the women's eyes, and they saw Wen Yuan holding a long sword, reciting in a long voice: "With colorful sleeves, she diligently holds up the jade cup, in those days, she risked her flushed face in drunkenness. The dance is low, like the moon in the willow-lined pavilion, the song ends, like the wind beneath the peach blossom fan..."

Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan didn't recognize this poem, "Partridge Sky," by Yan Jidao, but Zi Yuan understood it immediately. However, Wen Yuan didn't just recite; the sword in his hand also swirled around, not very fast, but the internal force vibrated the blade, causing it to hum loudly. Riding the wave of his intoxication, he suddenly began to dance. His left sleeve billowed, his fingers flashing and flicking, his finger strength seemingly striking the sword in mid-air. The sound resonated, echoing like rolling waves, creating melody from the air. The notes were varied and graceful, seamlessly transitioning between high and low, martial arts infused into music, reaching a truly wondrous level.

Zi Yuan and Xiao Feng were delighted and captivated by Wen Yuan's sword dance, while Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan were utterly astonished. Watching the sword light flash and change with divine grace, the sword flicking in mid-air producing a clear and resonant sound, they were mesmerized, never imagining that Wen Yuan's martial arts had progressed so rapidly.

Wen Yuan continued reciting: "Since parting, I recall our meeting, how many times have my soul and dreams been with you? Tonight, I'll light the silver lamp again, still fearing that our meeting is but a dream." As he finished reciting, the sound of the sword faded into the distance, disappearing without a trace. He turned and smiled at Zi Yuan. Zi Yuan felt a little shy and smiled as she lowered her head. She knew he was feeling sentimental about their previous separation, which was why he recited this poem for her, "I still fear our meeting is but a dream."

Little Murong laughed, "I didn't expect you to have such a skill, you're really amazing." Wen Yuan sheathed his sword and laughed, "I've never tried this before, it was just a spur of the moment." He sat down, picked up his wine pouch, took a big gulp of wine, wiped the wine from his lips, and suddenly stood up, reciting loudly, "In my drunkenness, I indulge in laughter, how can I have time for sorrow? Lately, I've come to realize that the books of the ancients are completely unreliable!"

Zi Yuan saw him reciting Xin Qiji's "West River Moon" with great enthusiasm, and indeed he was showing signs of drunkenness. She couldn't help but laugh, but she also felt happy. She clapped her hands and recited, "Last night I fell drunk by the pine tree, and asked the pine tree how drunk I was..." Wen Yuan continued, "...I suspected the pine tree was moving to help me up, so I pushed the pine tree away, saying, 'Go away!'" As Wen Yuan uttered the word "

go," his voice suddenly rose, and he actually pushed a nearby pine tree. The pine tree shook violently, its needles falling in a flurry. It didn't actually "go," but it almost fell over from Wen Yuan's push. Hua Xuan stuck out his tongue and said, "Senior Brother Wen, are you really drunk?" Little Murong laughed, "He can still recite poems and sing lyrics, so he's not drunk. Come on, everyone, let's drink some more, the wine pouches aren't empty yet!"

Since the turmoil that began at the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet, Wen Yuan had finally been able to enjoy a private gathering with his three confidantes tonight. He was extremely happy, laughing and talking loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself. Zi Yuan, who had a low alcohol tolerance, had her cheeks flushed a rosy pink after a few sips of strong liquor, her body feeling weak and limp. If Xiao Feng hadn't been there to support her, she would have almost collapsed several times. Hua Xuan couldn't drink much either, and was already quite drunk, swaying and about to lie down at any moment. Little Murong, though her face was also flushed, was still very cheerful, talking and laughing, seemingly even more lively than usual.

Later, seeing that Zi Yuan was so drunk she was almost staggering, Wen Yuan asked Xiao Feng to help her to bed. Although Xiao Feng hadn't drunk as much as Zi Yuan, she was also somewhat drunk and couldn't lift Zi Yuan at all. Wen Yuan simply picked Zi Yuan up himself and carried her into the shed. Zi Yuan felt someone holding her, and groggily hummed a few times, whispering, "What...what are you doing?" Wen Yuan said softly, "You're drunk, I'll carry you to sleep first."

Zi Yuan hummed in response, her body slightly twisting, and said indistinctly, "Okay, sleep...uh, um."

After taking a few steps, Xiao Murong suddenly pounced on Wen Yuan's back, hugging his neck, and said, "Hey...where are we going?" Wen Yuan was already seven or eight parts drunk, and was immediately weighed down, making it difficult for him to walk. He smiled wryly and said, "I'm carrying Zi Yuan to sleep, don't pull me." Xiao Murong giggled in his ear and said softly, "I...I want to...sleep too."

Wen Yuan turned his head and saw that she was still quite drunk, and showed no intention of letting go. He had no choice but to muster his strength and drag Xiao Murong to the shed. He gently squatted down and let Zi Yuan lie on the soft grass that had been laid out. Just as he was about to turn around to help Xiao Murong up, he stumbled and fell forward, landing right on Zi Yuan's chest. Zi Yuan groaned softly, still dazed, and said, "Yuan, no..."

Wen Yuan lay on top of Zi Yuan, feeling the soft, warm sensation on his cheek, extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but rub against her a few times. Although Zi Yuan was drunk, she was still very sensitive, gently twisting her body and groaning a few more times.

His heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but move forward, kissing Zi Yuan's lips, listening to her occasional indistinct moans.

Just then, Xiao Murong climbed onto his back again, whispering in a drunken voice, "Wen... Brother, sleep with me..."

Hearing Xiao Murong's whispers in his ear, Wen Yuan's heart raced. He pulled away from Zi Yuan's lips, turned around and let Xiao Murong get down, so that they could lie side by side. He squatted between the two women, looking at Zi Yuan, whose cheeks were flushed in her drunken state, her lips about to speak, but she could only let out soft, breathy sounds, making her even more charming; then he looked at Xiao Murong, whose pretty face showed a hint of bewilderment, her eyes were hazy, making her even more lovable.

Wen Yuan grew increasingly excited as he looked at her. The alcohol intensified, making him feel hot and aroused. He turned to the side and began to undress Zi Yuan. Zi Yuan was already drowsy and powerless to resist, letting him undress her, only able to moan weakly.

Soon, Wen Yuan had stripped Zi Yuan naked. Looking at her naked body, her once flawless skin was now flushed red from the alcohol, making her appear exceptionally beautiful. Zi Yuan blushed, raising her arms to cover her chest, her legs clamped together, and pleaded softly, "No… Yin Mei… she… is here…" Wen Yuan said, "Are you embarrassed?"

Zi Yuan was too drunk to speak clearly; although she spoke, she didn't answer Wen Yuan. Although she seemed to be deliberately covering her body, she was actually half-conscious, and it was just a natural reaction. Moreover, her limbs were weak, and she couldn't hide her exposed breasts at all. Although her private parts were not yet wet, the sight of her legs pressed together in a shy, bashful manner was enough to ignite a torrent

of fantasies and stir the blood. A beautiful woman, naked and drunk, lay beside him; most men would have been unable to resist the allure of Zi Yuan and would have been eager to indulge in her desires. However, even in his drunken state, Wen Yuan did not forget to cherish the delicate Zi Yuan, tenderly caressing her skin, striving to bring her joy and share

the exquisite sensations of intimacy. Soon, Wen Yuan's tenderness was reciprocated. The intoxicated Zi Yuan could not control herself, occasionally letting out soft murmurs, her legs naturally spreading open, allowing Wen Yuan to see her beautiful private parts, glistening with moisture, clearly yearning for his care.

This sensual desire, though ignited by Wen Yuan, could only be satisfied by him. Without hesitation, he loosened his belt and gently straddled Zi Yuan's lower body. Both of their bodies trembled a few times before slowly becoming intertwined. Then, a passionate lovemaking session began, filled with sweat.

"Mmm...uh...mmm..."

Xiao Feng, who was tidying up outside the shed, heard this burst of joyful sighs and instantly blushed, flustered. Upon hearing it again, confirming it was Zi Yuan and not Xiao Murong, she was even more embarrassed and at a loss for words, thinking: "Sister Zi Yuan has found a good husband, no wonder she's like this, but...she's too engrossed, isn't she? It's really...so embarrassing..."

Although Hua Xuan was half-drunk and half-awake, he also heard these intimate sounds. He paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up unsteadily and walked unsteadily towards the shed, but his steps were unsteady, as if he might fall at any moment. Xiao Feng quickly went over to support her, saying, "Miss Hua, let's go in a bit later." Hua Xuan shook her head vigorously, crying out, "No, I need to find Senior Brother Wen! Wen... uh, uh." She was actually quite drunk; after taking a few steps, she collapsed onto Xiao Feng, almost dragging him to the ground as well. Helpless, Xiao Feng could only suppress her embarrassment and help Hua Xuan to the shelter.

The fire was now far from the shelter, and in the hazy night, Xiao Feng vaguely saw Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan entwined naked. Their movements weren't intense, but whenever Wen Yuan thrust deeply, Zi Yuan would moan softly in pleasure, a hint of helplessness mixed with undisguised joy, seemingly an indescribable delight. Xiao Murong, her robe half-undone, revealing her skin, lay sprawled to the side, gazing hazily at the two entwined, a few breaths escaping her lips.

Although Xiao Feng grew up in a brothel, she was merely a maid serving tea and water, and later served Zi Yuan, never receiving clients and remaining a virgin. While she had heard much about the pleasures of men and women in brothels, she rarely witnessed them firsthand. Now, looking at the alluring scene before her, she felt dizzy, her mouth dry, her body warm, and overwhelmed with shyness, her legs seemed to give way, and she collapsed to the ground in a daze.

Without Xiao Feng's support, Hua Xuan was immediately unable to move, lying on the ground, inching his way towards Wen Yuan, softly pleading, "Senior Brother Wen, I...I want it too..."

Hearing this, Xiao Feng blushed even more, her heart pounding. The wine she had just drunk seemed to spread throughout her body, rendering her immobile, her eyes half-open as she watched. She saw Zi Yuan writhe in confusion, accepting Wen Yuan's essence, finally lying among her disheveled clothes, panting contentedly. Then she watched as Wen Yuan sat beside Zi Yuan, caressing her skin, while Xiao Murong moved closer, lowering his head to suckle his manhood, gradually regaining his strength before entering her again. Hua Xuan leaned against Zi Yuan, seemingly about to fall asleep, but still barely keeping his drunken eyes open, gazing at his senior brother's naked body.

The intoxicated lovers seemed oblivious to Xiao Feng's presence, continuing their unrestrained behavior. Xiao Feng saw all this, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, her legs feeling wet and slippery. She slowly lost her senses, thinking, "Young Master Wen... they... seem so comfortable, I... if only I could do that too..."

As she thought this, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she felt completely out of it. Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a sideways position on the ground. In her panic, her head spun, and she fainted.

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