Serious Crimes (I and II)

I. A Mysterious

Night, Full Moon.
Under the moonlight, a thin young man rode a swift horse towards Ziyun Manor.
The owner of Ziyun Manor was He Yi, renowned throughout the land, known in the martial arts world as Second Master He.
At this moment, He Yi was drinking, lying on an exquisite brocade couch. A beautiful young woman in the prime of her life was straddling him, her arms around his neck, feeding him wine with her mouth.
He Yi loved wine, and he loved women. The woman on top of him was the daughter of his friend Li Biao, who had pestered him to come back after seeing him at his house last time.
An alluring beauty, fine wine—what man wouldn't be intoxicated?
He Yi was almost drunk, his large hands kneading the woman's breasts, panting, "Faster... I..."
Before he could finish speaking, soft footsteps came from outside the door.
"Master, Rag is back."
"Quickly...quickly, invite him in!"
Rag was a person's name. Just mentioning this name, just thinking of this person, filled He Yi's heart with a sense of security.
Trust is something that can only be gained after being tested.
A person may have many friends, but how many can they truly trust?
Rag was an orphan. On the way to conquer the Snow Mountain Demon, He Yi found him in a small shop. At that time, he was cowering in the corner of the shop, waiting for the shopkeeper to do his bidding, hoping to get something to eat after being hungry for several days.
He was undoubtedly starving, but when He Yi invited him to eat with him, his reply was—"I can't eat your food."
"Why?" He Yi felt a surge of anger.
"Because I have no reason."
"I'll treat you."
The young man stood up, but walked towards the door, saying, "Only my friends can ask me to do anything."
"Then where are your friends? Where are they?" This stubborn young man was both infuriating and amusing.
"I don't have any friends yet." The young man turned around, his eyes filled with a resolute look, as if to say: I will definitely have friends in the future.
He Yi stood up, extended his large hand, and said, "Can I be your friend?"
The young man carefully examined He Yi, and smiled, "I don't like my friends who are too rich."
"Do you think I'm rich? I've been wearing this robe for two years."
The young man finally sat down, and He Yi poured him a cup of wine, asking, "What do you call my friends?"
"They all call me Raggedy."
Raggedy did not disappoint He Yi.
After killing the Snow Mountain Demon, they were caught in an avalanche. Raggedy carried the exhausted He Yi all night, and when he put He Yi on the bed, he himself collapsed from exhaustion.
Another time was when the number one assassin of the East Sea tried to assassinate He Yi. At that time, He Yi was lying on the bed, and comparing the size of the areolas of the two girls beside him, he had no time to fight back.
Just then, Raggedy entered through the window, and that was the first time He Yi saw him make a move.
With just one slash, the head of the number one assassin of the East Sea was decapitated and fell to the ground.
The rag-clad figure, head bowed, dragged the corpse of the top assassin of the East Sea, uttering only one sentence—"Master, it's all over."
From then on, He Yi showed him even more respect. Therefore, He Yi treated him like a friend, even though he still called him Master.
The woman on top of him was still moaning softly, beads of sweat already seeping from her snow-white body. He Yi rubbed her pale breasts, the amorous atmosphere in the room growing stronger.
The rag-clad figure, carrying a wooden box, lifted the beaded curtain and entered: "Master, I'm back."
He Yi supported the girl's buttocks, her body trembling slightly from fear of being spied upon.
"Is everything done?"
"Yes." The rag-clad figure looked at He Yi, but didn't even glance at the woman on top of him.
He Yi was very satisfied: "You can go and rest now, we'll discuss it in detail tomorrow."
The girl on top of him let out a pleasurable moan, He Yi roughly pinched her buttocks, quickly reaching his climax.
"Master, there's one more important matter." The rag-clad figure sat down in a chair, his expression revealing unease.
He Yi patted the woman on top of him: "You go out first, I'll call you later."
The girl seemed unsatisfied, but seeing He Yi's solemn expression, she grabbed a transparent gauze dress, patted her small hand on his penis, and whispered, "I want more later!"
The tattered cloth closed the door, and He Yi sat on the bed. It was the first time He Yi had seen him so nervous. He asked, "What happened?"
"Guan Jin, Master Guan has been murdered."
"Where?"
"On the way to Yunhai Manor."
"When?
" "Last night."
"Who did it?"
"I don't know."
He Yi started to put on his clothes, looking at the dusty tattered cloth, and asked, "Are you tired?"
The tattered cloth patted the dust off its body: "I can leave anytime."
"Okay, then let's go."
Two ordinary words combined became the most touching phrase among the martial arts world.
For friends, one can risk one's life, one can abandon everything.
Guan Jin was such a person, and therefore, he had many good friends.
Midnight, the lights were bright.
Guan Jin's body had been carried back to Guan Family Fortress.
The main hall, draped in white, was filled with people. A loyal stable boy knelt on the ground, recounting the events of that day.
"Five, no, six men in white surrounded Master." His eyes widened, revealing a strange, horrified expression.
"Continue!" The one who spoke was Elder Huang of Wudang, a friend of Guan Jin for ten years.
"Master has witnessed many such scenes; they usually end quickly, but unexpectedly…" He began, sweat beading on his face.
"Continue!" Qin Wen of Kaifeng Prefecture stood up, his voice sharp and stern.
"Master suddenly…"
"You may leave now." Madam Guan, Wang Sihua, supported by her maid, emerged from the inner room. The grief of losing her husband was too much for her; tears streamed down her beautiful face.
"Sister-in-law, please accept my condolences!"
"Sister-in-law, you...you should rest in the inner room first
." Madam Guan covered her face with her jade hands, sobbing, "My husband suffered a sudden misfortune, and
we were all so grateful for everyone's help. I...I..." As she spoke, two lines of clear tears streamed down her cheeks. Everyone knew that Guan Jin and his wife were deeply devoted to each other and deeply in love. Now that they were separated by death, it was heartbreaking to see.
Qin Wen stepped forward and bowed with his fists clasped, "Sister-in-law! What brings Master Guan here?"
"It is..." Madam Guan raised her pretty face, met Qin Wen's gaze, and turned to Wang Jing of Yunhai Manor, saying, "He is going to keep an appointment with Hero Wang."
Everyone's eyes turned to Wang Jing.
"Master Guan loves orchids. Two days ago, a friend gave me a Snow Peak orchid and specially invited Master Guan to come and admire it, but who would have thought..." Wang Jing stood up, shook his hand, and sighed.
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"I don't think so."
"Where are the people from your manor?"
"They've gone with Lord Guan."
"Sister-in-law, does anyone else in the fort know?"
"Master didn't even tell me, he only took two servants."
Qin Wen looked around the hall. The stable boy was still kneeling on the ground, his legs trembling. Qin Wen opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Speak!"
"At that time... at that time..." He seemed possessed, only repeating one sentence.
"Master Qin, it seems Yun'er has suffered too much fright." Madam Guan waved her hand and said, "Yun'er, you can go now."
"Yes..." The stable boy was as if he had been granted a pardon, and he got up and went to the back garden.
Elder Huang rose and asked, "Master Qin, Lord Guan is acting chivalrously; could it be that his enemies have come looking for him?"
Qin Wen straightened his chest and said loudly, "No matter who did it, I, Qin, have a way to expose them."
Elder Huang asked, "Any clues?"
Qin Wen replied, "No."
Elder Huang sighed and said, "This... where do we begin?"
Qin Wen paced back and forth in the hall and replied, "Start from Guan Family Fortress; the clues are inside the fortress."
The autumn air was refreshing, especially late at night.
There was only one road from Guan Family Fortress to Yunhai Manor, with a section of woods in the middle.
The clearings in the woods had been cleared, and the ferocity of the battle was no longer visible.
But He Yi still had the rag doll hold a torch high and search carefully in the woods.
No matter how ingenious the concealment, there would always be flaws. Just like even the most exquisite martial arts techniques, there are always weaknesses that can be discovered.
The ragged man understood this principle, so he listened to He Yi's hypothesis while holding the torch.
"This should be the initial siege." He Yi lit a clump of grass on the ground, where there was a slight scratch on the tiny leaves.
"Hmm."
"But what happened next?"
There were no more signs of fighting near the grass scratch; the battle seemed to have ended as soon as it began.
He Yi stared at the ragged man and said, "How many people in the martial world can defeat Master Guan in one move?"
The ragged man said, "As far as I know, none."
He Yi patted the ragged man's shoulder and said, "I know that too, so something special must have happened back then."
"Something special?"
"Yes! Something special enough to slow down Brother Guan's movements, something special enough to be fatal."
"What could it be?"
"We might never guess, so we have to keep searching."
"Yes, sir." " When
Xue Chi makes a move, even the King of Hell has to give up."
Xue Chi was the best doctor in Jiangnan; it was said that he once brought a man back to life after he had been dead for two days.
Legend has it that his medical skills are divine, and he is said to save anyone in distress, with the only condition being that the patient be brought to his residence.
Surely, those with such qualifications have certain conditions?
The steward of Guan Family Fortress had already sent a sedan chair carried by eight men, but Doctor Xue maintained his condition: bring the patient.
In his mouth, there was no such word as "dead person"—only "patient."
The steward knelt outside the door all night, but this rule remained unchanged.
Fortunately, the next day, his servant told him of a method, which was also Xue's only vice: having husbands watch their wives commit adultery.
How is this any different from beastly behavior? What husband would willingly offer his wife to watch her commit adultery?
Madam Guan's instructions were: "If you can't bring Doctor Xue, you don't need to return to Guan Family Fortress." So the steward had no choice but to search, relying on his vast sums of money.
Someone once said, "With money, there's nothing you can't do."
On the banks of the Yangtze River lived a ferryman couple. The wife, just twenty years old, happened to be a woman who enjoyed having affairs; her husband, Wang Er, also happened to enjoy being cuckolded.
The steward paid one hundred taels of silver, and the couple rode in his sedan chair. When the servant reported this to Xue Chi, the great physician Xue finally broke the rules.
The eight-bearer sedan chair was spacious enough for the two couples to do what they liked.
There was even a bed inside, a soft bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, instantly evoking images of that kind of thing.
Xue Chi sat inside, naked, leaning against the bed. Below him, the alluring woman was equally naked, her skin snow-white, her body soft, like a newborn baby.
But such a baby was far more alluring, especially since she was blowing air into his genitals with her red lips, causing Xue Chi's engorged member to rise, its swollen glans turning purple.
The woman's hand grasped the penis, her slender fingers forming a circle, gently sliding along it. With each stroke, she softly uttered a word: "Thick..."
Some women are born knowing how to arouse men, like some are born with a martial arts stance.
She was undoubtedly one of those women, and the most outstanding of them all. She
used not only her body but also her voice.
Her voice seemed to possess magic; after saying "thick," Doctor Xue's penis indeed grew thicker.
Her fingers, white and soft, clung to the penis, entwining it: "Strong..."
The penis obediently grew even longer.
Before the third word could be uttered, Doctor Xue clapped his hands and laughed: "Madam, you are indeed a master! I have seen many men, but this is the first time I've seen someone like you." With that, he took a gold chain and placed it around the woman's neck.
The woman's eyes sparkled as she coquettishly said, "My lord, I am Cui Xian'er."
Xue Chi stroked the woman's hair and said, "What a beautiful fairy, she makes me feel like I'm in a fairyland."
The woman faced Xue Chi, revealing her beautiful breasts, and said, "My lord, I am not only skilled in hand techniques," her tongue brushing against her lips, her eyes even more alluring, "my tongue is also..." As she spoke, her pink tongue was already wrapped around his penis.
Wang Er should probably be called Wang Ba (a derogatory term for a scoundrel), he was also naked, sitting beside him, watching his wife flirt with someone, his hand even groping his crotch.
The wife's tongue licked the man's penis, uttering sweet moans. Wang Er suddenly said, "Master, Cui Xian'er's tongue is the most famous in our area."
Xue Chi stared at Wang Er and asked, "Are you happy too?"
Wang Er rubbed even more vigorously and replied, "Yes, I'm very happy too."
Xue Chi lifted Cui Xian'er's hair; from Wang Er's position, her tongue and penis were now one.
"Watching your wife suck another man's penis, aren't you angry at all?"
Wang Er said, "Why should I be angry?"
Xue Chi said, "Why aren't you angry?"
Wang Er released his grip, pointing to the penis as thick as his arm, and said, "This way, Master is happy, Cui Xian'er is happy, and I'm happy too. Why should I be angry?"
The husband's answer resonated with his own heart, and the wife's tongue moved even faster.
Xue Chi laughed, "What do you call me?"
Wang Er's hand returned to his lower body, panting, "This humble one... Wang Er."
"Master, he's still called 'Silly Two'," the wife turned her head, glancing at her husband disdainfully. "Many people call him that."
Xue Chi clapped his hands again, laughing, "Silly Two is a better name. 'Silly Two' suits Cui Xian'er perfectly!"
Wang Er laughed along, but his wife turned back again, "Silly Two, why don't you thank your master for the compliment?"
Wang Er hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands to Xue Chi, and said, "This humble servant thanks your master for correcting my name. From now on, I will be called 'Silly Two'."
"Haha...good!" Doctor Xue's hearty laughter echoed outside the sedan chair. He casually placed a silver ingot in Wang Er's hand, "Silly Two, it's truly an eye-opener for your master to meet you two today."
Cui Xian'er glanced sideways at Xue Chi and said, "Master only said it's an eye-opener, but there's another place for you to open my eyes!"
"Oh? Madam, do you need my help? Please don't be so polite."
Cui Xian'er curled up and climbed on top of him, her fair breasts rubbing against Xue Chi's lower abdomen. She said in a coquettish voice, "Xian'er's lower orifice needs your help, Master..." The woman only said half of her words, but it was clear enough to make one want to do something for her.
Xue Chi put his arm around the woman's fragrant shoulders, her smooth body coiling around him like a snake. Wherever he touched, her jade-like body was full. Xue Chi used his fingertips to lift Cui Xian'er's chin and said, "To be able to indulge in lewdness with another man in front of your husband without making him angry, Madam, do you have
any secret?"
Cui Xian'er's eyes curved like crescent moons as she smiled and said, "When I am making love, I like to be watched the most." Her fingers curved and traced across Xue Chi's lips before being placed in the divine physician's mouth.
Her fair, delicate fingers moved back and forth in her mouth. Xue Chi was not annoyed at all; instead, he stroked Cui Xian'er's back even more vigorously. Cui Xian'er said again, "Besides, I can only be uninhibited in bed when my husband is by my side."
Xue Chi spat out Cui Xian'er's fingers and laughed loudly, "Now your husband is by your side, and you are in bed, isn't that...?"
Cui Xian'er did not answer, but waved her hand at Wang Er, "My dear, I want it."
"What use is calling for your husband during a passionate encounter?" Xue Chi was still thinking when Wang Er had already come to the bedside. Cui Xian'er leaned against her husband and called out, "My dear, hurry up..."
Wang Er lifted his wife's thighs with both hands, as if he were changing a baby's diaper, and panted, "My lady, don't rush... my lady, don't rush."
Such a thing could not be imagined unless one witnessed it firsthand. Xue Chi rubbed his eyes and saw Wang Er carrying his wife onto the bed. Cui Xian'er smiled and parted her jade orifice with her fingers, saying, "Master, Xian'er's cave is open."
"Your couple are indeed wonderful people. I've never seen anything like this before." "
Now that the fairy cave is open, why not descend to the mortal realm and explore it?"
Xue Chi probed into the small hole, but Cui Xian'er squeezed tightly, the warm and moist flesh enveloping his fingers.
Cui Xian'er swayed her legs and said sweetly, "Master! How is it inside?"
Xue Chi said, "My lady's treasure cave is warm and tight. I really want to explore it."
Cui Xian'er exhaled, and Xue Chi's fingers were squeezed out. She said, "Master, there's no need to do it. I have my reasons."
Xue Chi: "Oh? I'd like to see."
Cui Xian'er spread her legs wider and said to Wang Er, "My dear, I want to sit on you now."
Wang Er's face turned even redder. Could it be that helping his wife engage in lewd acts would be more enjoyable?
Wang Er bent down and slowly lowered his wife down. His wife's vagina was covered by Xue Chi's penis, yet she felt as happy as if it were her own body.
Wang Er whispered in Cui Xian'er's ear, "Is it in?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "Yes, my dear..." Her voice became even more seductive, "Master... your big stick is all the way in..."
Wang Er asked, "Can your big stick handle it, Master?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "It can handle it."
Wang Er asked again, "Does it hurt inside?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "No, it doesn't hurt."
"Then I'm relieved." Wang Er smiled at Xue Chi and said, "It is my honor that my lowly wife can make love with you, Master."
Xue Chi said, "Don't be so polite. What you and your wife have done is even more admirable to me."
A blush rose on Cui Xian'er's face, and she said, "Master's big stick is making my body numb and itchy inside. Are you tired now, my dear?"
Wang Er said, "No, my wife wants me to..."
Cui Xian'er covered her face with her jade hand and whispered, "Mmm!"
The couple seemed to be doing an ordinary household chore. Although their dialogue was strange, it made people think a lot.
Wang Er, supporting his wife's body, moved up and down on Xue Chi. A sound filled the sedan chair—a panting, mingled with the creaking of the bed—sounds usually only heard between husband and wife at night.
"Master's big...stick, um...big stick, Master..."
"Madam...Madam..."
"Oh...darling, Master's big stick is killing me..."
"Madam, squeeze it...Master's big stick won't break."
"Oh...Madam, harder...harder..." ...
Guan
Wangtian returned.
One camel, three fine horses, galloping two thousand miles from the vast desert.
This young man, only twenty-three, looked much more mature; despite the long journey, he showed no signs of fatigue.
Guan Wangtian was resolute and brave; within two years, his name had spread throughout the land.
His tears seemed to have dried after the long journey; he rubbed his swollen eyes and bowed to the crowd. Then he knelt before his father's body, remaining kneeling for a long time.
Madam Guan, deeply concerned for her son, said in a trembling voice, "Tian'er, get up!"
Guan Wangtian's forehead touched the ground, and he remained silent.
Madam Guan moved her lotus-like steps slightly: "Tian'er, you... get up!"
Guan Wangtian still didn't move.
Madam Guan wept, "Tian'er... Tian'er..."
Everyone was moved. Wang Sihua, pitying her beloved son, urged him again, "Tian'er, get up first and thank your uncles."
Only then did Guan Wangtian stand up and say to everyone, "My father suddenly suffered a calamity, and I am grateful for the help of all my uncles... I..." As he spoke, he bent his knees to kneel in gratitude.
A force supported Guan Wangtian's body. Elder Huang said solemnly, "We have all received kindness from Hero Guan, so it is only right that we help. Young hero, there's no need for formalities."
Qin Wen stepped forward and said, "Young hero Guan, please come with me. I have something to ask you."
At this moment, he was still thinking about the case.
Guan Wangtian nodded, then suddenly turned around and knelt at Wang Sihua's feet.
"Tian'er!"
"Mother, Tian'er will definitely catch the real culprit and use his blood to appease Father's spirit in heaven!"
He Yi paced back and forth in the courtyard of Guan Family Fort with his hands behind his back, watching Guan Wangtian walk over.
The boy's tall figure was no different from his elder brother's. His hair was disheveled from the journey, but his inner temperament was clearly different from others. This made He Yi breathe a sigh of relief.
"Second Uncle! Tian'er greets you." Guan Wangtian hurried to He Yi's side and bowed.
"Oh! Wangtian's back." He Yi patted Guan Wangtian's shoulder. The boy was upright and composed, truly worthy of being his elder brother's son.
"With elder brother's sudden misfortune, it will be up to you to take charge of Guan Family Fort from now on."
"Second Uncle is right, Tian'er understands."
"When doing things, one must be steady and discerning, and never act rashly."
"Yes."
"Sister-in-law is a heroine among women; you should consult with your mother more often."
"Yes. Tian'er remembers." Guan Wangtian's hands hung down. After his father's death, He Yi had become his closest elder.
Qin Wen strode over and said to He Yi, "Second Master, I would like to ask Young Hero Guan about some things."
In He Yi's heart, he had always disliked officials. He always felt that many things that were clear-cut became unclear once they reached the government.
His elder brother had even argued with him about this.
Qin Wen and his elder brother were very close. For some reason, He Yi always felt that this constable was a bit strange, even though he was the top constable in Kaifeng Prefecture.
"Second Master." Qin Wen cupped his hands and took a step forward.
"Oh! It's Master Qin." He Yi smiled and said, "I'm so grateful to Master Qin these past two days. Wang Tian, aren't you going to thank him?"
Qin Wen waved his hand and said, "I've already thanked him. Young Hero Guan, please come to the back to talk."
He Yi strode ahead and said, "I haven't spoken to Wang Tian for many days either. Master Qin won't mind, will he?" "
Not at all! Second Master, please go first."
There was a pond in Guan Family Fortress, and a small building was built in the center of the pond. Sitting in the building, one could see the entire scenery of the fortress.
This was the best residence in the fortress.
After Xue Chi arrived at Guan Family Fortress, he wanted to save people first, but the steward told him, "The reason we invited the divine doctor this time is to have him examine the injuries."
Without saying a word, the divine doctor Xue got back into his sedan chair: "I only save lives, I never examine injuries."
Helpless, Guan Family Fortress had to have several people help him down and take him to the center of the pond in a small boat.
The couple who had been invited along were also there. So Xue Chi ultimately didn't lose his temper, and ultimately didn't commit suicide by jumping into the water as he had said.
Wasn't living more important than anything else? Besides, the charming Cui Xian'er was nestled beside him, and Wang Er was busy preparing warm water for the two of them.
The entire small building had two floors. In the west room on the upper floor, Xue Chi discovered some strange things.
In the center of the room was a large bed, made up with bedding imported from Persia, decorated with strange patterns and written with strange characters.
Looking at these things, Xue Chi gradually felt an indescribable feeling.
Various whips hung on the walls, but they were definitely not horsewhips; some were short, only an inch long at the tip, while others were very long, some as long as ten feet.
This small building had once been a forbidden area of Guan Family Fortress, accessible only to Guan Jin. But what use would Guan Jin have for these things?
Next to the bed was a cabinet. Opening the cabinet door, the contents inside made Xue Chi's feelings even stronger.
A dozen or so small, colorful bottles, all filled with medicine. This medicine wasn't produced in China; it was brought over by Indian monks. There was also a bottle of "King of Aphrodisiacs" inside.
Could it be that even a peerless hero like Guan Yu needs medicine to aid him?
On the lower shelf of the cabinet were several bottles of ointment, specifically "Cleansing Powder" from the Bai family of Jiangnan, used to cleanse the intestines of patients. Next to it were two rounded nanmu sticks, their ends thickening and resembling a man's genitals.
There was also a book in the cabinet. Just as Xue Chi was about to pick it up, a fragrant breeze wafted in, and Cui Xian'er entered.
She wore only a sheer, transparent veil, so thin it blended into her skin. Her full breasts swayed with her breath, and the alluring black hair below her abdomen was clearly visible. Cui Xian'er turned around, and through the undulating veil, her rounded thighs and firm, plump buttocks were revealed.
Xue Chi put down his book and laughed, "Madam, dressed like this, are you testing my willpower?"
"Master~" Cui Xian'er wriggled and pressed herself against Xue Chi, her jade hand lifting her long robe, reaching out to grasp his penis, and said in a coquettish voice, "The water is warm enough, if Master likes Xian'er, then perhaps..." She licked her upper lip, making a heavy nasal sound.
"Would you like what?"
Cui Xian'er's hand tightened, and the penis that had been pried open became even stronger: "We can do many things in the water, Master, don't you want to?"
Xue Chi picked up Cui Xian'er and laughed as he walked down the stairs. Her lovely husband was already waiting below, opening the door and saying, "Please, both of you!"
Xue Chi found him increasingly adorable, as if he were doing something completely unrelated to himself.
The pool was quite wide, and indeed, many things could be done in such a pool. Cui Xian'er threw off her gauze robe, lifted her jade feet, and stepped in.
The water temperature was just right, and her jade body was alluring.
Xue Chi embraced Cui Xian'er's slender waist and sat down in the pool. Wang Er pulled up a chair and sat down beside him. No one could deny that this would be another wonderful time.
Cui Xian'er stroked the fleshy rod and said reproachfully, "This time, Xian'er wants Master to be even more vigorous."
Xue Chi was about to answer when the outer door suddenly opened, and a clay figure stood outside, a box at his feet.
The beauty was startled and curled up in Xue Chi's arms. Wang Er covered his groin with his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
Xue Chi said angrily, "What do you want?"
The clay figure opened the wooden box, inside which were bright yellow gold ingots.
"As long as the divine physician does as I say, these are yours. If you don't do as I say, then the divine physician may not be able to return to Jiangnan."
"Your conditions?"
"I heard that Guan Jin's death was due to a sudden heart attack, and the fatal blow was a sword to the back."
"This old man doesn't understand."
"You will understand. As long as you say so, these are all yours. If you don't say so..." The clay figure picked up a gold ingot, tossed it into the air, and only when it fell to his chest did he begin to draw his sword.
He couldn't see his technique, but a perfectly good gold ingot, upon hitting the ground, was divided into sixteen pieces. Exactly sixteen pieces, perfectly evenly divided; a one-pound ingot had become a one-ounce gold nugget.
Cui Xian'er, clinging to Xue Chi, hurriedly wrapped her thigh around him: "Master!"
Such a technique would surely be popular in a money exchange; customers would find it amusing. Would such swordsmanship be equally interesting when applied to a person?
Xue Chi quickly figured this out. He smiled and said, "I understand. Is there anything else, sir?"
The long sword was sheathed, but the man in the mask didn't utter a single word. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew sideways, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The small building was surrounded by water; where had he gone?
Xue Chi suddenly felt a chill. He held Cui Xian'er tightly, wishing he could hide in her arms.
The woman's chest was full, but her body was burning hot. Cui Xian'er watched as Xue Chi suckled at her nipple, pressing him forcefully against her cleavage: "Master, harder..."
Qin Wen walked ahead, leading He Yi and Guan Wangtian to a small room.
This place was originally a storage area for miscellaneous items in Guan Family Fort, but now it had become Qin Wen's temporary office.
All the windows in the room were blocked off, and it was pitch black inside, making it impossible to see anything. This was exactly what Qin Wen needed. Over the years of handling cases, he had developed a habit: only in a dark environment could his mind be clearest, and he could think of more things.
Qin Wen lit a candle, and in its dim light, the interior furnishings were revealed. Bamboo skewers and iron chains hung all around the walls, and two white-whipped leather whips gleamed on the table. Right next to the wall was an iron chair, worn and stained with bloodstains from years of use.
Qin Wen pointed to the chair and waved to Guan Wangtian, saying, "Young hero, please sit down."
He Yi angrily asked, "What is Master Qin's intention?"
Qin Wen smiled and said, "Second Master, please don't misunderstand. I just want to know more about the matter concerning Hero Guan. If it's inconvenient for you, young hero, let's talk outside..."
Before he could finish speaking, Guan Wangtian had already sat down: "Second Uncle, Master Qin is doing this for Father's sake." He then turned to Qin Wen and said, "Whatever you want to ask, Master Qin, I will answer without hesitation."
"Good!" In an instant, Qin Wen seemed to have become a different person. He strode around Guan Wangtian, his brows furrowed and his teeth grinding.
He Yi found this kind of behavior most annoying. He looked at him coldly. If this man hadn't been on good terms with his elder brother, he probably would have kicked him out long ago.
As Qin Wen circled around, his hand swung, and before he knew it, he had walked to the table and picked up a leather whip. Before the whip could even be raised, the other end was grabbed by He Yi: "What are you doing?!"
He Yi glared angrily at Qin Wen, who involuntarily loosened his grip, forcing a smile, and said, "I'm used to it, Second Master..."
"Hmph!" He Yi stomped his foot heavily and sat down on the table.
Qin Wen, feeling awkward, slowed his pace and asked Guan Wangtian, "Young hero, did you inform your father before you went to the desert?"
"Without my father's permission, Wangtian dared not travel far."
"Did your father give you any instructions before you left?"
"He told me to be careful on the way and not to cause trouble."
"Hero Guan, you've been doing chivalrous deeds these past few years, do you know who you've made enemies with?" "
My father is upright and honest, even if some people misunderstand, it's just their petty grudges."
"What I want is a name!" Qin Wen's voice rose again, causing He Yi to clench his fists.
Guan Wangtian straightened up and said, "My father never allows me to participate in his affairs, and he has rarely traveled far in the past two years. My mother probably knows more."
"Madam Guan?" Qin Wen's eyes gleamed, and he murmured to himself, "Heroine Wang...?" His fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something again.
He Yi slammed his hand on the table and said, "Master Qin!"
Qin Wen snapped out of his reverie, turned to Guan Wangtian's side, and asked, "Young hero, do you know about Wang Jing and your father?" "
Heroine Wang has been in frequent contact with my father recently, but I don't know what they talked about."
"Hmm! Then..." Qin Wen's hand touched his hair, and he started circling it again. It seemed he couldn't come up with anything more.
He Yi got off the table and said in a deep voice, "Now that Master Qin has finished asking, we should go out."
"Second Master is right, it's better to go outside." Qin Wen rubbed his hands and paced aimlessly inside.
Emerging from the room, He Yi took Guan Wangtian's hand: "Wangtian, to avenge our elder brother, we need to find out the cause of death."
Guan Wangtian said, "Second Uncle's meaning..."
He Yi said, "The renowned physician Xue Chi from Jiangnan has been invited, he..."
Guan Wangtian's eyes welled with tears: "Tian'er understands, I'll leave everything to Second Uncle..."
He Yi gripped Guan Wangtian's hand tightly, his own eyes also moist.
Inside
the small building, spring was in the air.
Cui Xian'er, supporting herself on the edge of the pool, raised her plump buttocks high, glistening water droplets clinging to her tender red flesh. She lowered her waist, sinking underwater, and softly called out, "My dear, quickly help Master insert it."
Wang Er released his penis, stepped forward, and said, "Madam, don't rush." As he spoke, his hand caressed Xue Chi's penis.
Xue Chi's sensation quickly returned. If you were a husband pulling your penis into your wife's vagina, wouldn't you feel pleasure?
Wang Er's fingers were still sliding on his penis, but Cui Xian'er seemed impatient. She thrust her raised buttocks back, her vagina pressing against Xue Chi's penis: "Master...spread Xian'er's hole..."
Separating the wet labia, the thick head of his penis was already inside. The beauty's waist drooped even lower, and her buttocks began to sway gently.
Wang Er gripped his penis tightly and looked up, saying, "Master, you can do it now."
"Yes! I know." Xue Chi braced himself against the edge of the pool, his arms wrapped around Cui'er, and thrust his lower body in forcefully.
"My dear... my lord's fleshy rod is inserted into my heart..." Cui Xian'er turned her head to look at her husband, her body moving in sync with Xue Chi's thrusts, and said, "My dear... my lord's thrusts feel so good, oh... good lord..."
Seeing his wife's joyful appearance, Wang Er was so happy he wanted to jump up. He placed his hand on the place where the two were joined and said, "Madam and lord are like a match made in heaven, your honeyed organs intertwine so tightly and smoothly."
"Oh?" Xue Chi glanced at Wang Er, his body pressed against Cui Xian'er's body: "Madam's body is so lewd and soft..."
"My lord! Don't say that... I... I've given you everything, and you still make fun of me... oh..."
"I meant that madam is beautiful and slutty, but... that's wrong..."
"My lord's big rod is inserted into me, but... but you're teasing me... oh... big rod..."
Cui Xian'er swayed her waist, their thighs pressed tightly together, Wang Er's hand was squeezed in the middle, and he was already very bored.
As soon as Wang Er withdrew his hand, Cui Xian'er scolded, "My...darling, I want you to touch me, I want you to...touch the private parts where my master and I are joined...mmm...touch me quickly..."
"But you and master have your legs tightly together, my hand..." Wang Er was also very anxious because his wife was not satisfied.
"Silly...darling, you put your hand under my belly...mmm...master, harder..."
"My lady's method is the best." Xue Chi panted and pressed his face against Cui Xian'er's fragrant cheek. A faint fragrance entered his nose: "My lady!"
"Mmm!" Cui Xian'er turned her head sensually, her red face full of desire, her slightly open mouth, her fragrant tongue teasing, slowly moving towards Xue Chi: "Master..."
"Mmm?"
"Suck me!"
The two bodies merged in an instant.
Watching his wife being penetrated and sucked by another man, Wang Er seemed to reach his climax, excitedly caressing the spot where the two were joined...
Just then, hurried footsteps came from the small building.
"Dr. Xue, my young master requests your presence!"
The steward stood at the door, bowing, his eyes filled with jealousy.
The beauty beneath him was still moaning softly, his magnificent manhood in the throes of pleasure.
Xue Chi waved his hand and said, "Please wait a moment, it will be over soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, two servants rushed in, bowing and saying, "Dr. Xue, please come in quickly."
These two servants were tall and large, and they had already approached in the blink of an eye. The steward smiled and said, "If it is inconvenient for you, Dr. Xue, you can have them carry you over."
He always spoke politely, even the most vicious words could be said with a smile.
Xue Chi suddenly realized something: in the eyes of these people, his reputation seemed to be less than that of a child. A child could cry if he didn't want to do something, but he didn't even have the courage to cry.
Having figured this out, Xue Chi quickly smiled again. He pulled Cui Xian'er up and said, "Madam is tired too. I'll be right back."
Cui Xian'er's eyes sparkled, and she said sweetly, "Xian'er will wait for Master, but..."
Xue Chi took the robe and smiled, "But what?"
Cui Xian'er straightened Xue Chi's clothes, then suddenly whispered in his ear, "But Master, please be careful what you say, otherwise, even if Xian'er misses you, I'm afraid I won't be able to."
The two of them looked as natural as a wife helping her husband change clothes, making everyone incredibly envious.
Wang Er frowned and bowed respectfully, "This humble servant also hopes Master will return soon."
Xue Chi was about to say something more when the steward impatiently urged, "The divine physician had better hurry; everyone is waiting."
August 12th, sunny.
Auspicious for marriage and house construction.
It was a good day, but for the people of Guanjiabao, it was the darkest day.
A mourning tent was erected in the middle of the courtyard of Guanjiabao. The black cloth curtains and white silk flowers created an eerie atmosphere, and even the wind seemed to whisper in protest against the heavens.
Everyone inside the fortress was dressed in white mourning clothes, a sea of white.
He Yi stood in the courtyard, tears still streaming down his face. His elder brother, a man of brilliance who commanded the martial world, had died so suddenly, murdered without cause. Thinking of this, his chest ached again.
His brother was fair and just, always clear about right and wrong in the martial world. Who could have done this?
He had pondered this question for a long time, and the mere thought of it fueled his anger: whoever did it, he would make them pay!
Blood debts could only be repaid with blood!
He Yi walked into the mourning tent with his head down and sat down in a chair. He was exhausted from the past few days of running around.
Xue Chi should be here soon; the truth about his brother's death would surely be revealed!
When he looked up, he saw Wang Sihua.
His sister-in-law had entered sometime earlier, standing there gracefully, seemingly speaking to her brother.
Her face was veiled in white gauze, and beneath the soft fabric, her alluring eyes were red and swollen. Wang Sihua lowered her gaze and said in a trembling voice, "Hero He."
"Sister-in-law! You should leave."
How could she bear to watch her loved one undergo an autopsy before her eyes?
Wang Sihua shook her head and said, "I... I want to see him a little longer."
"Sister-in-law!..." He Yi waved his hand and stood up. He saw Wang Sihua had already lifted the white cloth covering her face and brought it close to Guan Jin's. Their virtuous wife and noble husband were a celebrated story throughout the land. He Yi couldn't help but turn his head and slowly walked outside.
If it were you, would you walk away?
Your husband was undergoing an autopsy after death, and you wanted to see his final face. Who would dare to disturb you?
He Yi stood at the entrance to the mourning hall. Before his sister-in-law came out, he had decided not to let anyone in.
A plaintive sob drifted from within, and He Yi clenched his fists again. If Xue Chi didn't arrive soon, he would go and fetch him himself.
Just as he thought this, Xue Chi arrived. Qin Wen, Elder Huang, and Guan Wangtian were also there.
They flanked him, showing him great respect. Xue Chi strode forward, head held high, and tried to enter.
He Yi reached out to stop him, saying, "Please wait a moment."
Xue Chi stopped; he really didn't want to be startled again.
The sounds from inside grew softer and softer, like the sweet whispers of lovers in a secret rendezvous. Guan Wangtian rushed inside: "Mother!"
"Tian'er!" Mother and son embraced tightly.
The sun was setting, and they were about to part.
He Yi closed his eyes, but Qin Wen pricked up his ears; he seemed to hear another voice, a voice that should never have been heard at this time.
After a long while, Guan Wangtian, supported by his mother's arm, slowly walked out. Wang Sihua's veil was soaked with sweat. Her voice trembled as she said, "I...please...excuse me..." Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.
He Yi wiped his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, please come in!"
"Please, Lady Wang," Qin Wen said, bowing slightly. Through the gap in his sleeves, his eyes were fixed on Wang Sihua.
Wang Sihua seemed to notice something too. As she passed Qin Wen, she glanced at him lightly. That seemingly casual glance was enough to captivate Qin Wen.
Madam Guan had already left, but Qin Wen's hands were still clasped in front of him. He Yi said angrily, "Master Qin, what are you thinking about now?"
"I'm thinking about Hero Guan," Qin Wen said, avoiding He Yi. He lifted the door to the mourning hall and said, "Dr. Xue, please!"
Xue Chi carried the box and walked in first, followed by the others.
Guan Wangtian knelt down before his father's body, sobbing, "Father, if your spirit is watching over us, I wouldn't want to do this..."
Xue Chi opened the box and placed two knives on the table. The gleaming blades were particularly glaring, and He Yi couldn't help but turn away.
The way of examining a corpse involves three steps: first, observation; second, dissection; and third, steaming.
Xue Chi removed the white cloth covering Guan Jin's body. Several days had passed, and his face had begun to deform.
What remained unchanged were his eyes, bulging and staring, which he couldn't smooth out with his hands. Was it the pain of death? Or was it that he refused to believe those who had killed him until his death? No one could answer that question.
Xue Chi washed his hands and unbuttoned Guan Jin's clothes. There was nothing unusual about his chest; the skin and flesh were withered.
Everyone silently gathered around, waiting for Doctor Xue's conclusion.
As long as the cause of death was found, the murderer would surely be found!
Xue Chi's hand reached for the meridians on his chest; perhaps due to nervousness, his hand trembled slightly. But he quickly calmed down and slowly turned Guan Jin over.
He suddenly frowned.
There was a bloody gash on Guan Jin's back, ending in a gaping hole in the flesh. The edges of the hole were rotten, and the exposed flesh was blackened.
He Yi leaned down and asked, "Is the wound poisoned?"
Xue Chi nodded and said, "Yes."
"Does the master know what kind of poison it is?"
"Swift Return."
Swift Return? This poison had a strange name.
"The poison of Swift Return spreads throughout the body in the blink of an eye. Even the strongest man cannot withstand it for more than half an hour."
Xue Chi held a silver needle and touched the wound. When he looked again, the silver needle had turned green.
"Does the master know..."
"Under heaven, apart from the Tang Clan of Sichuan, I'm afraid no one else can concoct this poison."
The Tang Clan?
Even if it was the most skilled master of the Tang Clan, how could he possibly harm his elder brother? He Yi didn't ask the question because Xue Chi had already picked up a knife.
Two knives, one long and one short, danced in his hands.
Everyone turned their faces away. Guan Wangtian knelt on the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat.
When everyone turned around, Guan Jin's body was covered again. Xue Chi, with his eyes closed, suddenly asked Guan Wangtian, "Did your father ever mention heartache?"
Guan Wangtian replied with tears in his eyes, "He did."
"......?"
"Master Guan suffered a heart attack before the battle, which must have slowed his movements. The real fatal blow was the wound on his back."
Having said all this, Xue Chi was drenched in sweat.
This was how someone who had never lied before reacted the first time.
He Yi wanted to ask more, but Xue Chi refused to utter another word, and Qin Wen beside him rushed out.
But he was too late. By the time he found the stable boy, he had already lost his tongue.
Xue
Chi, carrying the wooden box, retreated from the side courtyard and happened to bump into the steward.
The steward, who had a sorrowful expression, actually smiled when he saw Xue Chi. "Thank you for your trouble, Divine Physician."
Xue Chi said, "I dare not, this old man is perhaps…"
The steward cupped his hands and said, "Of course, of course, if the Divine Physician wishes to leave now, there is a sedan chair at the door."
Not only was there a sedan chair at the door, but the couple was also inside.
Cui Xian'er was still draped in that thin veil, leaning against the bed, taking a nap. Her graceful body and alluring lips created a captivating picture.
Several circles of gold thread were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, making her arms appear longer and her calves thinner.
Her husband, Wang Er, was busy adjusting her clothes, extremely careful not to disturb his sleeping wife.
Xue Chi smiled.
He suddenly realized that sometimes lying wasn't so bad; at least he was still alive and had the chance to be with such a beauty.
He was already considering whether to take the couple back to his mansion.
Cui Xian'er turned over, her sideways thighs parting the thin gauze, revealing her delicate, snowy buttocks and tightly closed vulva to Xue Chi.
Xue Chi felt wonderful.
He gestured to Wang Er, who used scissors to cut open the gauze and caressed Cui Xian'er's body. Wang Er also stopped tidying up, watching Xue Chi move over his wife's body.
Was this the first time he had encountered such a scene?
His penis was erect, the beauty's legs were already spread, Xue Chi adjusted the angle, aimed at the moist vulva, and thrust inside. The tight, warm vulva enveloped his penis, Xue Chi spread Cui Xian'er's legs, so he could penetrate even deeper.
Cui Xian'er woke up, her alluring eyes half-closed, panting, "Master...it's happening again...hmm..."
Xue Chi thrust his penis, saying, "Did you sleep well, Madam?"
Cui Xian'er replied, "I wasn't sleeping, I was just waiting for you, Master."
"Waiting for what?"
"Xian'er won't say."
"Is it Madam's wonderful cave waiting...?"
"Master is teasing me again! Hmm...you tore Xian'er's gauze dress, and Xian'er wants you to return it...hmm..." As she spoke, Cui Xian'er's legs were already wrapped around Xue Chi's waist, her hips swaying vigorously from side to side: "Master...hmm, aren't you going to return it?"
Xue Chi casually picked up a beaded chain: "How about using this to return Madam's gauze dress?"
"This...how is it enough...my big stick, Master?" Cui Xian'er fiddled with the beaded chain, suddenly looping it around Xue Chi's neck: "This chain is so thin, how can it compare to Master's..."
"Then... what does the beauty want... oh... what does she want?"
"Xian'er wants... Master's big rod... and also wants..."
Cui Xian'er squeezed her legs together, swallowing the rod into her vaginal opening. It felt as if a small hand was stroking the head of her penis, making Xue Chi's whole body go limp.
"Whatever Madam wants, as long as I have it, take it. Oh... good, Madam, you're squeezing well..."
Cui Xian'er pulled the beaded chain, her whole body sitting up, her lower body biting Xue Chi's rod, and said, "Master, won't you regret it?"
"Madam, please take it, oh... good Madam..."
"Thank you, Master... oh... thank you, big rod Master..."
The creaking of the bed came from inside the sedan chair again.
As her body swayed, her hand gradually slid upwards, suddenly wrapping the beaded chain around Xue Chi's neck: "Xian'er... oh... Xian'er wants..."
"What does Madam want... please say..."
"Xian'er... oh... Xian'er wants Master Dagun's life!" Before she could finish speaking, Cui Xian'er pulled back, and the beaded chain was already embedded in Xue Chi's neck.
"Madam, you..." Xue Chi's eyes widened, but he could no longer muster any strength.
Cui Xian'er pushed Xue Chi down, smoothed his eyes with her foot, and laughed, "You said you wouldn't regret it, so why blame me? Hehe..."
Seeing Xue Chi lying on the bed, Wang Er suddenly knelt down: "Madam, spare me! Madam, spare me!"
Cui Xian'er said, "You've followed me for so many days, you've done very well."
Wang Er trembled and said, "It is my honor to serve you, Madam."
Cui Xian'er said, "But if you leave, how can I sleep?"
Wang Er knelt on the ground and said, "I am willing to serve you, Madam."
Cui Xian'er smoothed her hair and smiled, "Although you are willing, I dare not, so..." With a flick of her wrist, a silver needle was driven into Wang Er's vital point.
Qin
Wen was ranked first among the constables of Kaifeng Prefecture not only because of his martial arts skills, but also because he possessed a skill unmatched by others—interrogation.
He had at least eighty-three methods to make people talk and obtain what he wanted to know. But what if a person lost their tongue? Was there still a way?
Qin Wen had been a constable for twelve years, and there was never a case he couldn't pry open or solve.
Now that the stable boy was the only eyewitness, he really didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Steward Liu of Kaifeng Prefecture was about to retire, and the various constables were fiercely vying for the position. If he solved this major case, he would undoubtedly be the next steward. Moreover, the Guan family would certainly thank him handsomely.
Lately, whenever he thought of this matter, he couldn't help but think of Madam Guan.
Her fleeting glance, her enigmatic smile, had already taken root in his heart.
Wang Sihua had been the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world for over twenty years. At that time, Qin Wen was only a teenager. To catch a glimpse of her unparalleled beauty, Qin Wen would run to the mountain every day to practice his swordsmanship.
Although the mountain was far from his home, it was just past her house.
Finally, one day, Qin Wen saw the legendary beauty.
With delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a graceful figure, and flowing hair that danced in the wind, she walked across the wide meadow like a fairy descending to earth.
Beside her stood a handsome young man.
At that time, Guan Jin was already a renowned young swordsman, his iron spear ranked twelfth on Bai Xiaosheng's "Weapon Ranking."
Upon seeing Guan Jin, Qin Wen lowered his head; he knew he had no hope.
Later, Qin Wen became the top constable, and the hospitable Guan Jin often invited him to his home. Even when busy with official duties, Qin Wen never broke his promise.
—In Guan Family Fortress, there was not only the great swordsman Guan, but also a beautiful wife.
Although opportunities to meet were rare, just a chance to see her and exchange a few words would make Qin Wen's blood boil.
Now that Guan Jin was dead, would Wang Sihua feel lonely?
Qin Wen straightened his clothes; his heart pounded again, as if fire burned in his blood. He opened the door to the dark room and pushed the stable boy inside.
Inside was another person, a mature woman in her late thirties. She was hunched over on the iron chair, her hands bound to the armrests with rope.
Upon seeing the woman, the stable boy immediately knelt down at Qin Wen's feet. He was unable to speak, only kowtowing repeatedly.
Qin Wen smiled; he knew this question would finally yield an answer. He strode behind the woman and said, "If you don't want your mother to suffer, answer my question."
The stable boy opened his mouth and nodded, making "ah ah" sounds.
Qin Wen picked up a pen and threw it in front of the stable boy: "Write down your answer."
The stable boy pointed at the pen and waved his hand.
Was he unable to write, or unwilling to write?
Qin Wen turned around, lifted the woman's skirt, and tore her underpants in one swift motion.
Though her arms were rough, her inner skin was snow-white. Her round, plump buttocks were exceptionally alluring in the candlelight, and her untouched anus was as tight as a maiden's.
Qin Wen gently kneaded her slender, rounded thighs. The woman twisted her hips and moaned, "Master, no..."
"No what?" Qin Wen reached for her private parts. "As long as your Yun'er writes, I won't move."
Her vaginal muscles were already parted, held in place by two fingers.
"Yun'er can't write, Master, be gentle..." the woman pleaded softly, as if afraid her child would hear.
"My hearing is poor, Madam. If you speak, please speak louder." Qin Wen held her vulva with his left hand and pressed his right index finger against her anus.
She bent her legs, trying to avoid Qin Wen's attack. "Master, don't touch there... I... can't take it."
Qin Wen glanced at the stable boy, who was holding his head high, his eyes filled with anger.
This was exactly what Qin Wen wanted. As long as he couldn't bear his mother's cries, he would have no choice but to write.
His fingers went inside, and it was wet inside, indicating the drug was starting to take effect.
"Madam, it's so wet and slippery here, what good things are you thinking about?"
The woman shook her head desperately, saying, "Master, don't touch me... Oh... Yun'er, don't look..."
Qin Wen inserted his finger into her anus and laughed, "Madam's voice is too soft, I still don't understand what you mean."
The woman's buttocks swayed even more rapidly, because Qin Wen's finger had already explored her anus. A place that had never been touched by anyone was being played with in front of her child, and she was on the verge of collapse.
"Master, spare us!"
"Madam's voice is still too low, could you speak louder?"
"Spare me, Master!" The woman pressed her legs together and cried out loudly.
"Madam may say no, but it's not like that here." Qin Wen withdrew his finger and stared at the semen on it: "Your son should also know that only a lewd woman will become wet when touched."
Even the most helpless person could not bear to hear such an insult to his mother. As soon as Qin Wen finished speaking, the stable boy pounced on him and bit Qin Wen's finger.
His eyes were already bloodshot.
Why would he rather let his mother be humiliated before his eyes than write it down? Was it unwillingness or fear?
"Yun'er, don't do anything foolish..." His mother tensed, but her hands couldn't break free.
Qin Wen smiled at the mother and son before him, his right hand supporting the stable boy's chin. The boy's mouth opened, and once opened, it couldn't close. The enraged stable boy swung his arm at Qin Wen, but Qin Wen twisted him behind his back, and soon a rope was wrapped around his arm.
"You beast, quickly... quickly release Yun'er!" The woman raised her left foot, aiming for Qin Wen's groin.
Qin Wen dodged, his hand already grabbing her ankle: "Madam, there's no need to rush. I don't like things done too quickly." As he spoke, he slapped her buttocks with his backhand, leaving a handprint on her fair skin with a "smack."
"Ah... beast!" the woman screamed loudly.
"Slap! Slap!"
"Madam, you've misspoke. I am Qin Wen."
"Beast! You'll die a horrible death! Ah..."
"Life and death are preordained, Madam, you're overthinking it." Qin Wen spread her legs, inserted his fingers into her vagina, and probed inside.
"Your vagina is so forceful, does Madam perhaps enjoy being beaten?"
"You... Ah... No..." Harshly attacked, she could only twist her hips forcefully.
"Madam's hips twist very well. Does it feel special in front of your son?"
Qin Wen's fingers slid towards her buttocks, pressing against her anus. Her buttocks were red from the slaps, making her body even more sensitive. Her anus petals opened and closed gently, and Qin Wen thrust in immediately.
He moved both hands simultaneously, pulling out the lower one and inserting the upper one.
"Ah...oh...no..." The woman's cries turned into moans: "Don't go so deep..."
"Madam is truly a wanton woman. Has your back door been violated before?"
"No! Hmm...beast!..."
"If Madam doesn't cooperate, I, Qin, will have no choice but to cultivate it for you." Qin Wen added another finger inside: "The place is so tight, it will surely be very pleasant to do."
"...Hmm...hmm...it hurts...beast...hmm..." The woman swayed her body, her buttocks sticking up high, as if trying to avoid it, yet also as if welcoming it.
"Madam calls me a beast, isn't that very enjoyable?"
"Hmm...don't say...beast..."
"Your Yun'er is still willing to agree, I'm afraid he also wants to see more of his mother's wantonness..." Qin Wen squatted down, his fingers rubbing faster, and suddenly licked her buttocks.
"Oh... Yun'er, don't look... don't lick..." The hot buttocks were licked by a tongue, a sensation both painful and numb. The son beside her glared angrily, his eyes seemingly filled with excitement.
"Yun'er, Mother... don't look at Mother..." Saying this, she tried her best to offer her buttocks, welcoming Qin Wen's thrusts and licking.
"Madam, your vaginal fluids smell pungent," Qin Wen's tongue replaced his fingers, teasing the opening: "Do you want my penis inside?"
"Hmm... no... no... you beast..."
"You're in your prime, and your husband is away from home for years. Have you ever thought about your son's thing?" Qin Wen enveloped a patch of flesh, sucking frantically.
"Oh... no... I haven't thought about Yun'er's... thing..." The woman's face flushed red, secretly glancing at her son.
The son was also secretly watching his mother; their eyes met.
Qin Wen continued, "When a woman says no, nine times out of ten she really means yes. It seems you really want your son's penis."
The mother and son remained locked in eye contact. Hearing Qin Wen's words, Ma Tong's eyes shone with passion. His body trembled, as if eagerly awaiting his mother's answer.
Seeing her son's reaction, the woman's heart raced. She stared at her son's face and trembled, saying, "Mmm... Yun'er... Mother... mmm..." Her broken words revealed her innermost thoughts.
Ma Tong struggled excitedly but tripped over the rope and fell to the ground.
"Yun'er, Mother understands... mmm... Mother's good Yun'er..."
"...Ah... Ah..." Ma Tong shuffled on the ground, pleadingly looking at Qin Wen.
Qin Wen released the woman's body and said to Ma Tong, "As long as you tell me what happened that day, from now on, you and your son..."
Ma Tong closed his eyes; his heart must have been struggling internally.
"Yun'er, quick... quick, tell him... Mother... um..."
His mother's call gave him the strength, and the stable boy finally nodded.
Qin Wen loosened his rope, and he picked up a pen.
He really couldn't write, but he could draw. And he drew very vividly.
In a clearing in the woods, there was a large carriage, with a beaded curtain covering it. On the other side, Guan Jin was lying on the ground, a sword on his back. The sword was held by a black-clad man with peculiar eyes, which Qin Wen immediately remembered—he must have seen those eyes somewhere before!
After finishing the drawing, the stable boy threw down the pen and gestured with his hands, signaling Qin Wen to release his mother.
Qin Wen put away the drawing and turned back, saying, "Go back first. After cleaning the bedroom, you can live together tomorrow."
The stable boy wanted to say something more, but ultimately remained silent.
"Yun'er... you go first, he won't make things difficult for Mother." After some time, she became much more sensible.
Qin Wen smiled and walked to her side, touching her red bottom.
"Don't touch me anymore, hurry... come in..."
"What's the rush, Madam?"
"I... want to go home early."

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