[Wuxia] A Collection of Adult Versions of the Four Great Classical Novels (Complete) - 32

Leopard Head Lin Chong (5)

Time flies, and the seven-nine-day mourning period has passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Chong went out to express his condolences and returned home

. It was a quiet night, and Lin Chong and his wife had just finished eating. They were enjoying a cup of authentic and top-quality pre-rain tea.

A servant came in and said, "Master Lu Qian is outside requesting an audience." Lin Chong said, "Let him in." A man walked in from outside. He was wearing a square scarf, a wide robe, and black boots with pink soles. He had eyes like peach blossoms and a rosy complexion. It was his acquaintance, Lu Qian.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down. Lin Chong said, "I have already obtained the position of Yuhou from Grand Commandant Gao, but I will be working under Commander Fu'an. Please handle this matter carefully and do not embarrass me." Lu Qian stood up, bowed, and said, "I will repay your great kindness in the future. I, Lu Qian, am a poor and destitute man, and I will certainly live up to your expectations after receiving your guidance." The two were chatting happily when a servant from the government office came and said that Grand Commandant Gao had acquired a Dragon Beard Sword, no less powerful than the Zhanlu and Yuchang swords, and extremely sharp. He wanted Lin Chong to come and demonstrate his swordsmanship for his colleagues in the capital.

Lu Qian hurriedly got up to take his leave, but Lin Chong tried his best to persuade him to stay, saying, "I will be back in a moment. Please sit for a while. We are brothers, so let's not be distant." Lu Qian nodded in agreement and watched as Lin Chong hurriedly left.

A servant boy brought tea to greet him, but Lu Qian waved his hand and strolled out of the living room into a small courtyard where several plum trees swayed in the breeze.

Turning through the four corridors to the back garden, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing gracefully among the flowers. Her features were exquisite, like a flower in full bloom, elegant and refined.

Lu Qian took a few steps closer and saw that her hair was styled in a low bun, her eyebrows like delicate spring mountains, her cheeks flushed like a lotus emerging from water, and most captivating of all were her cherry-red lips, fragrant and alluring. Her waist swayed gracefully, her fingers were like spring onions, and her bound feet added to her unique charm.

Lu Qian grunted and bowed, saying, "Sister-in-law, Lu Qian greets you." The woman, startled, quickly replied, "Uncle Lu, greetings!" She saw Lu Qian dressed in a flowing long robe, a paper fan in hand, and a turban, and her own face flushed slightly.

Lu Qian had long admired Lin Chong's wife's beauty, and upon seeing her, he was indeed captivated by her charm and allure. He was utterly mesmerized and flustered.

"The moon is bright and the breeze is gentle, sister-in-law, you seem to be in high spirits. May I ask what flower you are admiring?" Unable to contain his burning desire, Lu Qian unleashed his roguish charms, his eyes fixed on Lin Chong's wife's ample bosom.

"These are the mimosa flowers we often see around here," the woman said, blushing. She had already taken a liking to Lu Qian, finding him refined and handsome, and though she found his rudeness unfortunate, she wasn't offended, secretly pleased.

Lu Qian, however, grew increasingly enamored.

As the saying goes, lust knows no bounds, and this was certainly true for him. "The stars have shifted, it's the perfect night. Sister-in-law, you have my difficulties in finding a suitable opportunity. Why not make this night enjoyable and grant my wish?" Though his heart pounded like a deer, he still embraced the stunning beauty, his hands smoothly slipping into her alluring, plump breasts.

The woman, unable to break free, angrily retorted, "How dare I, a shameless woman, run away like that? Stop it now, or I'll scream!" Lu Qian, his passion surging, said, "To die beneath the peony blossoms is to die a romantic death." Without hesitation, he sealed the woman's fragrant lips with his own, feeling the sweet scent of her saliva.

The woman ceased her struggles, her body limp, her phoenix eyes glazed, clearly aroused. He exclaimed joyfully, "My dear sister-in-law, the night is too short, let us go to Wushan together!" He then tucked her small, bound feet around his waist, his massive member erect. The woman, her eyes half-closed, saw the dark color of his member, its glans erect, and felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. She closed her eyes, savoring the exquisite pleasure.

Lu Qian removed the woman's undergarments, revealing her purplish-red vulva, its tender flesh smooth and slippery, like a freshly peeled peach, utterly tempting. Lu Qian slowly slid his penis into the woman's vagina, feeling a slight difficulty, likely due to her infertility.

"My darling, be gentle, it hurts so much!" Lu Qian heard her soft, sweet voice, a sound rarely heard in the world. He leaned forward slightly, gently thrusting in and out, his face pressed against the woman's full breasts and cleavage, his mouth also busy, constantly sucking on the delicate buds of her breasts.

Lu Qian thrust in and out, using techniques honed in the world of pleasure, twisting, pulling, squeezing, and lifting, until the woman's spring tide surged high, her juices flowing freely, her flower chamber wet. His penis moved between her thighs, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes aimlessly, sometimes directly to her core, making a splashing sound inside her vagina, making the woman unbearably happy, only able to moan and groan with wanton pleasure.

Lu Qian's lust intensified. While thrusting violently, he asked, "My dear sister-in-law, am I enjoying it?" The woman felt a tingling sensation all over her body, only managing a soft moan, "You rascal, you're making me feel like I'm about to break! Hurry up and thrust harder, I'll only stop when I'm about to die!" Seeing the woman's seductive allure, Lu Qian became even more vigorous. He thrust and pumped with tremendous force, each time penetrating to the hilt. He continued this frenzied thrusting hundreds of times, causing the woman's vaginal fluids to gush forth like a raging torrent.

The woman felt as if a thousand insects were biting her inside, yet it was also incredibly pleasurable and invigorating. Her whole body was burning with heat and itchiness, her vagina opening and closing intermittently, the vaginal muscles turning inward and outward, each time completely enveloping the massive member. Her vaginal fluids dripped down her white thighs onto the ground.

Lu Qian embraced the woman's slender waist, thrusting wildly into her blossoming vulva. After hundreds of thrusts, he suddenly hoisted one of her lotus-like breasts onto his shoulder, his massive member pumping back and forth like a storm, ravaging her pink, fleshy flower.

The woman felt her core tingle, her vaginal fluids surging, she gritted her teeth, desperately enduring the pain. But her lustful desire surged, her desire burning fiercely, and she arched her vulva to receive the wave after wave of frenzied thrusting. Instantly, her limbs went weak, her whole body trembled, and her vulva was filled with hot fluids, a swamp of moisture.

As the two were locked in their passionate embrace, they were completely unaware that behind another tree, a pair of burning eyes were watching this live sex show. That was Lin's maid, Jin'er.

Watching, Jin'er's heart was stirred, her desire unbearable, her body burning with heat. Jin'er quietly removed her undergarments, caressing her trembling breasts, her surging desire growing increasingly unbearable. Her nipples were hard, painfully so, so she pinched them with her fingers, her clitoris trembling wildly, experiencing unparalleled pleasure, but the most unbearable sensation was the intense itching inside her vulva.

She reached her slender hand between her pink thighs and plump vulva, where the glistening, red-veined clitoris was already overflowing with lustful fluids, its petals opening and closing, revealing an indescribable, delicate lotus blossom, its clitoris brimming with vitality.

Jin'er pressed her hand against that sensitive spot, the pleasure emanating from her clitoris flowing through her entire body like a tidal wave.

She slightly inserted two fingers into her vulva, the honeyed opening and closing, the jade clam in and out, causing Jin'er to be drenched in fragrant sweat, her nectar flowing out many times.

Just as she was overcome with lust, seeing the mistress's wantonness, he thrust even harder. Suddenly, she felt a cool, wet sensation in her lower body—it was her own lustful fluids flowing freely, overflowing with the movements of the two men.

Time flies, and it was now March, a rather warm month in the capital.

Lin Chong's wife said to her husband that day, "Husband, I remember last year we made a vow at the Yue Temple. Now it's been a year, and I wish to fulfill that vow. What do you think, husband?" Lin Chong, having nothing else to do these past few days, replied, "Very well, let's go today." He immediately instructed the servants to prepare some things, hired a sedan chair, and headed to the Yue Temple near the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Lin Chong's wife went directly to offer incense, while Lin Chong strolled along, eventually reaching the back of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Hearing the commotion, they saw a large, fat monk wielding his staff. They couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, immediately recognizing him as Lu Zhishen, the Flowery Monk who had killed the bully of Zhenguan with three punches. As the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes, and the two hit it off immediately, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time.

Little did they know, their own wives were indulging in unbridled lust.

Lin Chong's wife, long married but infertile, had come to offer incense and pray for a child. After the prayers and paper offerings were completed, the monk Liaoyin bowed and said, "Please, madam, have a cup of tea in your private room." Lin Chong's wife agreed and headed towards the monk's quarters. Looking closely, she saw walls with double-panel panels, a faded black lacquered door, and a screen of ironwood inlaid with Taihu stones at the entrance. Hanging on the front was a landscape painting by a famous artist, and on the side were four scrolls of cursive calligraphy. Before her were two ancient bronze candlesticks, each holding a brightly lit candle. In the center is a crouching lion incense burner, spewing out fragrant dragon's saliva and phoenix brain from its mouth.

The small room appeared remarkably clean and tidy, and Lin Chong's wife secretly admired it, saying, "What a wonderful place, so comfortable." Just as she was admiring it, the monk Liaoyin served her tea and snacks, completely unaware that they had been laced with a sleeping potion. Lin Chong's wife, thirsty, casually drank some West Lake Longjing tea. It tasted fragrant and she thought it was authentic tea, but after drinking it, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if the room was about to collapse.

Lin Chong's wife quickly called to her maid, Jin'er, saying, "I'm not feeling well right now. Go and ask Master for a room so I can rest." Liaoyin replied, "Our meditation room is in front, which is inconvenient. However, there is a quiet room in the back, secluded and peaceful, where you can rest. I'll unlock it; you can go and do as you please. If you wake up, just call the door, and I'll open it." Jin'er believed her immediately and helped her mistress to bed. Seeing that the monk had locked the door, she finally felt safe enough to go out and play.

Liao Yin entered through the secret passage and saw the woman lying on her side, her eyebrows arched, her jade-like face blushing with shyness, like a peony in bloom, a reincarnation of Guanyin. He was captivated. Liao

Yin turned her body upright, removed her undergarments, and saw that her vulva was as smooth and round as jade, and his penis was swollen and about seven inches long, unusually thick.

Liao Yin was naturally endowed with such a thing, and had been soaking it in medicinal water for many years, making him quite remarkable. Liao Yin then brought his penis to her vulva, feeling a soreness inside, but his penis could only penetrate two or three inches, making progress difficult. Liao Yin glanced at her plump vulva, the red lotus half-open, the flower bud unfurling. He couldn't help but reach out and caress it, the touch numb and tingling, plump and full, further arousing his lust. So he spat a few times and smeared some saliva inside her vulva, then thrust in another five inches, deliberately pumping hundreds of times. Her vulva was now moist and slippery.

He thrust in and out hundreds more times, but the woman lay there motionless, oblivious to his advances.

Liao Yin thought, "Since things have come to this, I doubt she'll make a sound. I'll just wake her up so she'll know my methods." So he took a mouthful of water and fed it to her.

A short while later, the woman slowly awoke. Opening her eyes, she saw a monk straddling her, his penis completely filled. She angrily demanded, "How dare you, monk! Is this how you do things?" The monk, Liaoyin, laughed, "My lady, please don't be angry. We were destined to meet in our past lives. Besides, life is short; we should enjoy ourselves while we can. Why be so concerned with such trivial matters and miss out on great pleasures?" The woman, being a woman of passion, saw that things had come to this point and simply scolded, "How long have I been asleep?" Liaoyin lewdly replied, "It's still early, my lady, please be patient." He then began to thrust in and out, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, letting her have her way.

The woman felt a pleasurable sensation and groaned, "Go in a little deeper, that's more satisfying." Liaoyin, eager for this, thrust his body in, penetrating her completely, reaching the very core of her being. The woman hummed softly, saying, "Now I've finally scratched the itch, can you scratch harder?" The monk felt a burning heat within her, like a raging fire. So he lifted her two jade-like legs and desperately thrust himself into her.

The woman was panting heavily, her hair disheveled, her expression alluring, truly captivating. The woman, overwhelmed with pleasure, reached out and touched the penis, finding it quite stiff. She chuckled, "This iron hammer is quite something, pounding me like I'm going to die." She merely moved beneath him, responding with pleasure. The two continued this thrusting and pulling, thousands of times, the monk's spirits rising. After this passionate lovemaking, the woman felt a burning sensation in her vagina, her mind weary, and she could barely bear it. She said, "I must go now. If there's a chance later, I'll come again. Let me rest." Seeing this, the monk, also thinking that their first encounter shouldn't last too long, rolled off, his penis still erect and full of vigor.

Then, they exited through the secret passage and returned to the front hall. When the woman had tidied her clothes and called for someone to open the door, it was truly without any flaws.

As soon as the monk opened the door, Jin'er asked, "Is Madam feeling better?" The woman, her face flushed, replied, "I'm better now, let's go." When they reached the Five Peaks Tower in the front hall, a group of people entered noisily. The leader was a young man with a fair complexion, a weasel-like face, and an extremely ugly appearance. This man was none other than Gao Yanei, the notorious playboy of Dongjing City, who was notorious for his debauchery with other men's wives and daughters.

Upon seeing Lin Chong's wife, Gao Yanei felt as if his bones had melted.

Lin Chong's wife wore an apricot-yellow dress, her fragrant skirt billowing in the breeze, her figure light and graceful, like a goddess on the water, her eyes sparkling like autumn water, her beauty like a blooming begonia.

Immediately, he gave a whistle, and his henchmen surrounded her. Seeing the situation was dire, Jin'er quickly escaped to find Lin Chong.

Leopard Head Lin Chong (6)

It is said that Lin Chong's wife had a night of passion with the monk. When she was exhausted, she had no mind to pay attention to Gao Yanei. Moreover, Gao Yanei was ugly, which made her even more disgusted. He simply said, "Who are you to dare harass a respectable woman in broad daylight?" The young man, Gao Yanei, just stared at the woman, who truly resembled a fairy descended from the moon, her beauty breathtaking and incomparable. He chuckled and said, "Wife, let's go upstairs and talk." The woman, who preferred dashing young men, had no interest in such a dissolute young man. Her face flushed, she said, "In this peaceful world, what right do you have to harass a respectable man?" Just as they were arguing, Lin Chong arrived in time, grabbed the young man by the shoulder, and shouted, "What crime is committed for harassing a respectable man's wife?" Just as he was about to strike, he recognized Gao Yanei, the adopted son of Grand Commandant Gao, and his hand immediately went limp. Still relying on his bare hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Gao Yanei said, "Lin Chong, what's it to you! Mind your own business!" It turned out Gao Yanei didn't know she was Lin Chong's wife; if he had, this wouldn't have happened.

Seeing the commotion, the idlers gathered around to persuade him, "Instructor, please don't be offended. The young master didn't recognize her; there was much offense." Lin Chong's anger hadn't subsided; his leopard eyes stared as Gao Yanei led his men onto their horses. Helpless, Lin Chong led his wife, children, and maid Jin'er out into the corridor.

There they saw Lu Zhishen, carrying his iron staff, leading twenty or thirty impoverished men, striding into the temple. Upon seeing this, Lin Chong called out, "Where are you going, Senior Brother?" Zhi Shen replied, "I've come to help you fight." Lin Chong said, "It turns out he's the son of Grand Commandant Gao. He didn't recognize my wife and acted rudely. I was going to give him a good beating, but that would make the Grand Commandant look bad. As the saying goes, 'It's not the official you should fear, but the one in charge.' I shouldn't have accepted his invitation; I'll let him off this time." Zhi Shen said, "You're afraid of the Grand Commandant? What am I afraid of? If I run into that bastard, I'll give him three hundred blows with my staff!" Seeing that Zhi Shen was somewhat drunk, Lin Chong said, "Senior Brother is right. I was persuaded by the crowd; I'll let him off this time." Zhi Shen said, "If anything happens, just call me and I'll go with you." The ruffians, seeing that Zhi Shen was drunk, helped him up, saying, "Master, let's go now. We'll meet again tomorrow." Zhi Shen, holding his staff, said, "Sister-in-law, please don't be offended. Brother, we'll meet again tomorrow." He then led the ruffians away.

Lin Chong, leading his wife and Jin'er, made their way home, his heart heavy with unhappiness.

Meanwhile, Gao Yanei, who had brought a group of idle men, was captivated by Lin Chong's wife, who had then scattered them. He returned home, brooding. As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have! Gao Yanei grew increasingly gaunt and listless.

Meanwhile, a hanger-on in the Grand Commandant's household, holding the rank of commander of a thousand men, named Fu An, nicknamed "Dry Bird Head," knew Gao Yanei's thoughts.

One day, seeing the young master sitting idly in his study, Gao Yanei approached him and said, "Young master, you've been rather unhappy lately. However, you have a trusted confidant named Lu Qian, who is quite handsome. How about I go and fetch him to quench your thirst?" The young master, who also had a penchant for men, was immediately invigorated and said, "That's a good idea! Go and fetch him quickly!" A short while later, a man dressed in red entered. He was elegant in appearance and alluring in figure. The young master was delighted and exclaimed, "Come quickly, let me see!" As he spoke, his lustful hand began to caress Lu Qian's body, feeling its plumpness and imagining its ample and desirable groin. Lu Qian, having finally climbed the social ladder, was overjoyed and, in turn, unleashed his flirtatious charms, doing everything in his power to seduce him.

Gao Yanei shouted with delight, immediately pushing Lu Qian down onto the bench, pulling down his pants, and positioning him face down, his buttocks exposed, revealing his plump, white member. Lu Qian, a seasoned lover, had meticulously cultivated his rear, making it as alluring as a blooming peach blossom.

Gao Yanei spat a little saliva onto the anus, then took his not-too-big-to-small, not-too-soft-to-hard member and thrust it into the tight anus. Lu Qian groaned, "Young Master, you're so skilled, it feels so good!" Flattery never fails, and Gao Yanei, hearing this, became even more excited, thrusting wildly and slowly, feeling the smooth, slippery flesh inside his anus, the wetness flowing out, a tingling, itchy sensation.

Gao Yanei, naturally blessed with a slender waist, was adept at bouncing around. His thin legs planted firmly in a horse stance, and

he launched a frenzied assault. Soon, he was panting heavily, his soul almost leaving his body, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. Lu Qian, his buttocks burning and throbbing, cried out, "Good Yanei, my darling, it's so tight inside, it feels so good!" At the height of his arousal, Yanei shivered and ejaculated profusely.

The storm had passed, and the two men parted ways. Lu Qian noticed a lingering melancholy on Gao Yanei's brow, indicating something was troubling him. He smiled and asked, "Young master, is it perhaps about Lin Chong's wife?" Gao Yanei's eyes lit up, and he gripped Lu Qian's arm tightly, eagerly asking, "What plan do you have?" Lu Qian replied, "Lin Chong is indeed a hero, but his wife, though outwardly virtuous, is actually incredibly seductive. Lu Qian will use a little trick to ensure you get what you want." Upon hearing this, Gao Yanei immediately danced with joy, overjoyed, and said, "If this succeeds, I guarantee you a lifetime of wealth and honor." Meanwhile, Lin Chong had been listless for days, too lazy to go out. Around 9 AM, someone called from the doorway, "Is the instructor home?" Lin Chong went out to see, and it was his good friend Lu Qian. He was delighted and said, "Brother Lu, what brings you here?" Lu Qian replied, "It's been a few days since we last met. I thought we could have a few drinks to relieve our boredom." The two of them went into Fanlou Restaurant, took a private seat, and ordered the waiter to bring two bottles of good wine and some snacks. They began to chat.

Meanwhile

, Lin Chong's wife, seeing her husband leave, picked up her needle and thread to sew shoes. Less than half an hour later, they heard a loud banging on the door. When they opened it, a middle-aged man, panting, said, "I'm Lu Qian's neighbor. Your instructor and Lu Qian were drinking, and halfway through, the instructor suddenly collapsed. He told you to go and see him quickly." Lin Chong's wife was very anxious. She immediately asked the neighbor, Wang Po, to watch the house, and, with her maid Jin'er, followed the man to a house in a small alley in front of the Grand Commandant's mansion.

Upon reaching the upper floor, she saw food and wine laid out on the table, but her husband was nowhere to be seen. Just as she was about to descend, a young man emerged from behind the screen, striking poses and flirting—it was none other than Gao Yanei, who had harassed her at the Yue Temple that day. Gao Yanei said, "Madam, please sit for a moment; your husband is here." Lin Chong's wife replied shyly, "Young master, please have some self-respect. I am already married; don't you even consider the Grand Commandant's feelings?" Gao Yanei suddenly knelt down, his hands already wrapped around the woman's legs, saying, "Since the day I saw your face, madam, I have lost my appetite and my soul is consumed by thoughts of you. Madam, please have pity on me." Lin Chong's wife blushed instantly upon having her bound feet grasped, unable to pull away, and said, "In this peaceful world, how can you harass a respectable woman like this?" Gao Yanei ignored her, hooking his hand along her shapely legs and pulling on her undergarment. Lin Chong's wife cried out, feeling a chill in her lower body. She twisted her body, wanting to call for help, but Jin'er had already fled. Now isolated and helpless, tears welled up in her eyes, utterly bewildered.

Gao Yan's heart burned with lust. His hand was already firmly touching her smooth, plump vulva, feeling its softness and tingling sensation. He vigorously rubbed it, pinching her labia between his fingers, sliding them up and down the damp path.

Lin Chong's wife, originally a promiscuous woman, had long since abandoned any sense of shame. She felt an unbearable itch in her vulva, her blood rushing to her head, as if it were about to explode. Her small mouth emitted continuous moans of lust. Gao Yan

, a womanizer and expert at seduction, could not restrain himself in this situation. He pulled out his five- or six-inch member and began to thrust wildly between Lin Chong's wife's legs.

By this time, Lin Chong's wife had already removed all her clothes, revealing her high, white breasts, her small hands constantly rubbing against them.

Gao Yanei felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his mouth dry. Seeing that the woman was aroused, he picked her up and laid her on a stool. Upon closer inspection, he saw her vulva high and bulging, a bright red slit covered with soft pubic hair—truly a peerless beauty.

He immediately parted her legs, lifted her pink buttocks with both hands, aimed his penis at her, and with a single thrust, plunged firmly into her abyss.

Lin Chong's wife let out a soft moan, feeling her vulva completely filled. The penis moved in and out of her vagina like a dragon playing in water, rubbing the vaginal walls until they itched to the bone. She wished the penis would stretch her vulva open, only then could she release the burning desire within her.

Gao Yanei thrust with great pleasure, feeling the vaginal fluids leaking out, which fueled his vigor. His thrusts were sometimes like a tyrant pressing down, sometimes like the roots of an old tree, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes tight, sometimes slow—truly an unbearable pleasure.

Lin Chong's wife felt weak all over, as if her bones had been pulled out. Unbeknownst to her, she had already climaxed twice, only groaning, "I'm going to die, Yanei is so bad! You're driving me crazy..." Her face flushed red, as if she were drunk. In an instant, the room was filled with the sounds of passion and lust.

Gao Yanei, in high spirits, cried out, "How can I have this every day? I'd die happy if it were!" Lin Chong's wife, her phoenix eyes glazed and her lips red, said, "My darling, today's meeting is fate, there will never be another..." Gao Yanei, however, was not satisfied. He exclaimed, "Your vagina is so tight and tender, so wonderfully pleasurable, I can't live without you..." As their passion deepened, Gao Yanei's penis rose again, and he thrust inside her, pumping hundreds of times before ejaculating. After a moment of tenderness, the woman and he wiped each other clean with a handkerchief and tidied their clothes.

Just then, they heard Lin Chong roaring downstairs, rushing up the stairs and shouting at the door, "Sister-in-law, open the door!" Recognizing her husband's voice, the woman opened the door while giving him a meaningful look. The young master, understanding the situation, opened a window and jumped over the wall to escape. Lin Chong went upstairs but couldn't find Gao Yanei. He asked his wife, "Wasn't this scoundrel defiled?" His wife refused to confess, only saying, "No." Enraged, Lin Chong unleashed his fists and smashed Lu Qian's house to pieces. He and his wife then went downstairs, met up with Jin'er who had brought the news, and the three of them went home together.

Back home, Lin Chong grew increasingly furious. He grabbed a sharp dagger and rushed to Fanlou to look for Lu Qian, but he was nowhere to be found. He waited outside Lu Qian's door all night, but he didn't return.

Lin Chong went home on his own. His wife pleaded, "Don't act recklessly! Don't you think we can mess with Gao Yanei?" Lin Chong replied, "That damned Lu Qian! I treated him like a brother, yet he deceived me. I'm afraid even if I don't run into Gao Yanei, I'll still have to protect his face." His wife wanted to settle things peacefully, but she pleaded with him and wouldn't let him leave.

Lu Qian hid in the Grand Commandant's mansion, too afraid to go home. Lin Chong waited for three days without seeing him. On the fourth day, Lu Zhishen went directly to Lin Chong's house to inquire. The two went to the street together, drank all day, and agreed to meet again the next day. From then on, Lin Chong went to the street to drink every day, putting the matter of meeting again on hold.

One day, Lin Chong and Zhishen went to the entrance of Yuewu Lane and saw a big man selling a knife. The knife was dazzling and had a chilling aura; it was indeed a fine knife. Lin Chong was delighted at first sight and bought it for a thousand strings of cash.

He looked at it all night without putting it down, hung it on the wall at night, and looked at it again when he woke up at dawn, admiring it very much. Little did he know that he had fallen into Lu Qian's trap.

It turned out that after Gao Yanei had succeeded that day, he had become even more in love with the woman, and he was constantly thinking about her, becoming increasingly haggard.

Lu Qian and Fu An secretly conspired and immediately went to find Gao Taiwei.

Grand Commandant Gao listened carefully and slowly said, "So, because of Lin Chong's wife, how do you intend to harm him? I've been thinking, if it's just to pity Lin Chong, then my child's life must be sacrificed. How about this, let's go by your plan. If you save my child's life, I will reward both of you." Lu Qian and Fu An were overjoyed and immediately knelt down to express their gratitude, unaware that Grand Commandant Gao had his own plans. He was thinking that the woman was incredibly beautiful and intended to bring her into his household to whet his appetite and relieve his lust.

The next day, around 9 AM, Grand Commandant Gao ordered two men to find Lin Chong. The two men arrived at Lin Chong's door and called out, "Instructor Lin, the Grand Commandant has decreed that you have bought a fine knife and he wants you to come and compare it. The Grand Commandant is waiting for you in the mansion." Lin Chong saw that the two men were dressed in official robes, but he didn't recognize them. He said, "I don't recognize you in the mansion." The two men said, "We are newly appointed attendants." They then arrived at the mansion, entered the main hall, passed through a screen to the back hall, and went through several more gates to a place surrounded by green railings.

The two men led Lin Chong to the main hall and said, "Instructor, please wait a moment while we go in and report to the Grand Commandant." Lin Chong stood by the eaves with the knife and waited for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but the two men did not come out. Suspicious, he peeked through the curtain and saw four blue characters on the lintel above the eaves: "White Tiger Hall."

Lin Chong suddenly woke up, “This is a military stronghold, how can I break in without cause?” He was about to turn around when he heard a shout. It was Grand Commandant Gao shouting, “Lin Chong, you did not call out, how dare you break into the White Tiger Hall? You are holding a knife, do you want to assassinate me?” Without saying a word, more than twenty people rushed out of the side room and pushed and dragged Lin Chong, like a black eagle chasing a purple swallow, like a tiger devouring a lamb. Lin Chong could only cry out his innocence and was pushed down.

Leopard Head Lin Chong (7)

Now, Lin Chong’s wife was at home pruning her eyebrows when her maid Jin’er rushed in, looking anxious and full of fear.

“What are you doing in such a hurry? What a mess you are in?” She scolded her a little, but her face was still smiling.

“Madam, my husband is in trouble…” Jin’er could not hide her panic. After all, Lin Chong was the backbone of the family. If something happened to him, everyone would be in trouble.

"Ah... what happened? He was perfectly fine when he left this morning!" Lin Chong's wife was also shocked. She had always lived a life of luxury and ease; she had never encountered anything like this before.

"I heard he was captured by Grand Commandant Gao, who wants to question my husband about his attempt to assassinate me by carrying a knife into the White Tiger Hall." Lin Chong's wife was so frightened that she slumped into a chair, trembling all over. She thought, "This is terrible! My husband's life is in danger!" As the saying goes, "A night of marriage brings a hundred days of kindness!" The couple had been deeply in love after their marriage, their affection boundless, like fish in water, inseparable. She had thought she had married a hero, and that she would be secure for life, enjoying wealth and honor forever.

Unexpectedly... she had caused him to be imprisoned under false pretenses.

Lin Chong's wife was incredibly intelligent; she knew perfectly well that Gao Yanei wanted to ruin Lin Chong so he could take advantage of her. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, her whole body turning ice-cold.

Upon seeing her mistress in such a state, Jin'er hurriedly ran out and summoned Zhang Tianshan, the father of Lin Chong's wife. She quickly explained the situation to him.

Zhang Tianshan, upon hearing this, knew the matter was difficult. Seeing his daughter weeping, like a pear blossom in the rain, possessing a unique and moving beauty, he felt a pang of pity.

Zhang Tianshan sighed for a moment, then waved his hand, dismissing Jin'er, and said, "Daughter, do not worry. There is always a way out. I have heard that Prefect Teng of Kaifeng is now just and upright, putting the public interest first. I suppose he won't wrong our Chong'er. Alas, I fear that Grand Commandant Gao will not let it go..." Lin Chong's wife, upon hearing this, blushed deeply and stammered, "It is all my fault. Father, you must find a way. The Gao family… the Gao family…" In her anxiety, she could not utter a word.

Zhang Tianshan sighed, "I still have some savings. I need to bribe officials to prevent Chong'er from suffering in prison. I have a past relationship with the clerk in charge, Sun Dingxiang. He's a very good person, always considerate, and people call him 'Sun the Buddha.' I'll give him some money to tide him over." Lin Chong's wife, hearing that her husband was saved, felt greatly relieved. "I've troubled you, Father. I really don't know what to do..." she said, patting her chest lightly a few times. Her beautiful face lit up, her peach blossoms blooming, making her even more alluring. Upon

seeing this, Zhang Tianshan's penis throbbed slightly. He hadn't been intimate with his daughter for a long time, and after several days apart, she looked like a mature and alluring woman. He reached out and gently touched his daughter's pretty face; it was smooth and delicate to the touch, her pink cheeks so soft they seemed to break at a touch.

Lin Chong's wife lowered her head shyly, saying, "Father, stop! Don't you know what time it is?" Zhang Tianshan, however, embraced her tightly, kissing her mouth. He slipped his tongue inside, sucking on her lips, their tongues mingling and swirling together.

Lin Chong's wife felt a tingling sensation, her whole body seemingly melting. She wrapped her arms around her father, her full, high breasts pressed tightly against his chest, rubbing against him, her desire ignited. After

a few kisses and caresses, the woman collapsed onto the bed, embracing her father's head and pressing it against his bare vulva. Zhang Tianshan looked closely and saw that her vulva was already quite wet, her labia half-open, a stream of fluid dripping down, her entire vulva soaked.

He pressed his lips against hers, a pungent, slightly fishy smell mixed with a faint fragrance filling the air. He sucked hard, his lips licking her labia, the two fleshy lips like newly blooming lotus blossoms, sweet and sour, smooth and moist. A sudden surge of childlike desire arose within him, and he gently bit her labia with his teeth, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, biting and pulling, the lips bouncing wildly.

Lin Chong's wife could no longer withstand the play, only crying out, "Father, you're so cruel, be gentle...it hurts so much..." Though she cried out in pain, her body twisted wildly, clearly aroused.

A stream of lustful fluid overflowed from her vulva, filling the air with its fragrance. After a while, both were burning with desire, Lin Chong's wife cried out, "Father...don't lick anymore...just put it inside...it's so painful..." Zhang Tianshan had been waiting for these words, swinging his penis, the glans erect, swaying from side to side, as if thirsting for blood. He parted his daughter's legs, holding his own penis in one hand and touching her sensitive spot with the other. He bent down and inserted the troublesome thing inside, feeling it fill him completely, which was quite painful.

Lin Chong's wife cried out, her breasts arching, her brows furrowing. A wave of pain and itching washed over her, her entire vulva tingling and numbing. She unconsciously tightened her vagina, her hands caressing her breasts, crying out, "My darling, it hurts so much!" Zhang Tianshan held his daughter's buttocks, leaning forward slightly, and thrusting vigorously. He felt as if there was a magical attraction within her, tightly gripping his penis, opening and closing. Each thrust felt incredibly pleasurable, an unparalleled pleasure. Every pore on his body felt like it was about to explode, and he moaned softly, clearly immersed in a sea of desire.

Lin Chong's wife swayed from side to side below, her hips heaving. One hand caressed her own breasts, while the other reached to the point where their genitals met, groping for the tender, throbbing bud. Her eyes were half-closed, feeling the massive member thrusting inside her. Though it couldn't reach the clitoris, it filled her vagina completely, incredibly tight.

They continued like this for hundreds of thrusts, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Zhang Tianshan finally ejaculated, feeling extremely pleased, having not experienced such pleasure in a long time.

The maid Jin'er stood by the window for a long time, listening to the constant moans and groans from inside the tent, occasionally letting out cries of "Ah ah." Though she felt itchy inside, her lower abdomen felt as if she needed to urinate.

After a moment, hearing the clouds seem to be clearing, she pretended to be a newcomer and said, "Madam, it's almost night. I've prepared some wine and dishes." Lin Chong's wife said, "Leave them for now, I'm coming." While her upper mouth was idle, her lower mouth was tightly sealed by her father's penis, temporarily quelling the torrent of lustful fluids.

The next day, Zhang Tianshan went to Kaifeng Prefecture to collect money and goods. Although he had old acquaintances in the government, few spoke from the heart.

Because human relationships are inherently fickle and opportunistic, many people avoided Lin Chong, seeing him as a down-on-his-luck man, though they were polite on the surface, they already considered him a dead man.

Zhang Tianshan returned home exhausted after a busy day.

Lin Chong's wife, observing his demeanor, knew the situation was quite difficult. She gritted her teeth and decided to go to the Grand Commandant's mansion. She had to get her husband home first, especially since she was the one who started the trouble.

At dusk that day, a vermilion sedan chair was carried to the Grand Commandant's mansion, accompanied by a fair-skinned man, none other than Lu Qian, the Commander of the Imperial Guard.

After passing through a small archway, they stopped in a garden. Delicate flowers adorned the shallow paths, fragrant trees weighed down the carved railings, and there were moonlit windows and snow-covered caves, as well as waterside pavilions and breezy terraces—a truly beautiful place. However, this was the back garden of the Grand Commandant's mansion, usually the place where Gao Qiu and his son and their concubines indulged in lewd games.

A woman slowly emerged from the sedan chair. Her long hair was tied up in a white ponytail, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a white dress with a purple sash, which shimmered alluringly like scattered gold in the setting sun. Her waist was slender and delicate, so small that it could be encircled by a single hand. Her figure was so light and graceful that she seemed to ride the wind and fly away.

Grand Commandant Gao, standing on the steps, was startled. He finally understood why his son was so infatuated with this woman.

He hurried down the steps, having long forgotten his status as Grand Commandant. His withered old hands grasped her slender hand. Her fair hand was as white as jade, crystal clear, smooth and delicate. With just one touch, the fifty-year-old villain was intoxicated and lost all sense of direction.

Lu Qian and the others, knowing their place, all withdrew, leaving only Gao Qiu's rapid breathing and swallowing sounds in the vast garden.

"I've long heard of your celestial beauty, but seeing you now, I realize such beauty truly exists. Even Li Shishi of the Shuyu Pavilion in Dongjing (Kaifeng) cannot compare to your little finger." Gao Qiu, having first witnessed Emperor Huizong's debauchery with Li Shishi, was astonished, praising her as a peerless beauty. Now, seeing Lin Chong's wife, he realized that compared to her, Li Shishi was like a pheasant compared to a phoenix—one mortal, the other celestial.

Lin Chong's wife lowered her head shyly, her fair cheeks flushed.

"This humble woman greets Lord Gao," she said, stepping forward with a graceful bow, her swaying waist seemingly unable to withstand the cool breeze.

Seeing this, Grand Commandant Gao hurriedly stepped forward and embraced her, saying, "My lady, there's no need for such formalities. Gao Qiu has prepared some wine; please join me." As he spoke, his lecherous hands began to caress Lin Chong's wife wantonly. She trembled slightly, instinctively flinching, but quickly recovered and became less uneasy.

Lin Chong's wife saw the house perched atop a clear pond, its roof swaying in the air. Looking around, she saw willows green, peach blossoms red, and butterflies fluttering—a truly serene place. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Gao Qiu was originally a dissolute and impoverished young man, who had spent his days indulging in romantic pursuits. Now, he served the emperor. As the saying goes, "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger," yet Gao Qiu managed to manipulate Emperor Huizong, gaining immense wealth and power—a testament to his profound understanding of human psychology.

"People strive for higher positions, water flows downhill." It's human nature to curry favor with the powerful, and seeing this stunning woman so susceptible to such behavior, Gao Qiu couldn't help but laugh smugly.

Upon hearing that dry, lewd laughter, Lin Chong's wife buried her head even deeper, revealing a patch of snow-white neck, fair and delicate, almost translucent. Seeing her shy beauty, Gao Qiu found her even more endearing, his lust flaring, and he couldn't wait any

longer. "Good wife, this is the most famous dessert in the capital, Xuefangzhai's 'Moistening Pastry,' please try it..." Gao Qiu held a soft, red pastry to Lin Chong's wife's cherry-like lips, his nostrils flaring, releasing a delightful fragrance. His withered, middle-aged body was already half-numbed.

Lin Chong's wife hummed softly, saying, "You're too kind, Grand Commandant..." At that moment, a lewd hand was wantonly teasing her buttocks, arousing her to the point of overflowing vaginal fluid and a tingling, numb sensation in her vagina.

"Grand Commandant, my husband..." Before he could finish speaking, Gao Qiu's hand had already slowly slipped inside Lin Chong's wife's undergarments, pinching and playing with the clitoris protruding between her half-closed labia. His tongue gently licked her delicate earlobe, his heart burning with desire.

"Don't talk about that now, just serve me well, hehe..." At this moment, Lin Chong's wife was also aroused, her fair face radiating a captivating glow, her eyes sparkling, her breath sweet as orchids.

Gao Qiu could no longer restrain himself. He picked up Lin Chong's wife and placed her on the embroidered couch covered with the carved and embroidered fabric of Hangzhou's Yu Rong Fang, slowly removing her clothes. Her jade-like body lay there, graceful and alluring, as pure and translucent as snow in spring. Lin Chong's wife,

completely naked, had delicate skin that shone brightly in the setting sun, her body warm and curvaceous. In particular, the fragrant moisture between her full, soft breasts exuded the mature charm of a young woman, captivating all who beheld her.

Gao Qiu's hands trembled as he gently caressed her rounded legs, only to find a fragrant patch between them, an open vulva emanating a faint scent of roses that wafted into the nostrils of this ravenous wolf, igniting his already surging desire.

Gao Qiu swallowed hard, unable to hold back any longer. He pulled out the withered vine and thrust it into the peach blossom cave. With a "plop," it was completely inside, pressing firmly against the flower's core. He felt the wondrous warmth within, and began to thrust rapidly. His body was drenched in sweat, and he let out the panting and intermittent moans typical of an old man: "Good wife... your rotten hole is truly a wonder... it's squeezing this old man until his soul is scattered..." Lin Chong's wife was aroused, her face flushed, as if she were drunk. Her tender white buttocks swayed like willow branches in the wind. Her breasts stood high, trembling, her black hair flowing, her phoenix eyes glazed, and her small mouth squeezed out faint moans.

She desperately grabbed Gao Taiwei's neck, her jade legs wrapped around his waist, hissing, her whole body limp.

Seeing her wanton appearance, Gao Qiu deliberately teased her, pulling out his sticky, wet member. A thin stream of fluid gushed forth from her opening, soaking the bedding beneath him.

Though he withdrew his penis, Gao Qiu's bull-like eyes stared intently at Lin Chong's wife's exquisite vulva. Her two plump, thick, and tender labia opened and closed, revealing something within, shaped like a pearl, soft and lovely. Most remarkably, its color shifted between red and white, turning red when wet and white when dry—truly a wondrous vulva, a renowned treasure.

Overwhelmed by passion and unable to contain her desire, Lin Chong's wife suddenly sprang to her feet, lunging between Gao Qiu's legs, seizing his penis, and frantically licking and sucking it. This single act of sucking sent Grand Commandant Gao into a state of blissful ecstasy, as if floating on clouds. With a surge of pleasure, his member swelled violently, his lower abdomen relaxed, and a torrent of milky white fluid gushed into Lin Chong's wife's cherry-like mouth.

Unable to dodge in time, Lin Chong's wife was choked, her pretty face turning bright red. Her mouth felt unbearably dry and metallic, and a surge of shame welled up within her. She quickly spat out the penis, saying softly, "Grand Commandant, you're so bad..." This single, gentle whisper left the Grand Commandant speechless, utterly terrified.

Just as the two were about to resume their lovemaking, a man rushed in from outside, his face ashen and breathless—it was none other than the libertine Gao Yanei.

Lin Chong, the Leopard Head (8)

It is said that Lin Chong was unjustly imprisoned. Thinking of his wife's weak character and his father-in-law's old age, neither of whom could save him from prison, he often cried in the dark of night, his heart burning with worry.

On this day, the jailer came and shouted: "Get up quickly, someone has come to see you." A fat monk and a blue-faced man walked in. It was his good friend Lu Zhishen

. The blue-faced man was none other than his apprentice Cao Zheng, known as "Knife-wielding Ghost". His ancestors were butchers and he was good at killing livestock. He had learned some boxing and martial arts from him in the past. Later, he went to Shandong to do business and had been out of contact for some time. He never expected that he would still remember his master when he was in trouble.

"Instructor, you've worked hard. I've prepared some good wine and dishes here. Let's have a good drink together, the three of us brothers." Lu Zhishen took out some items from the basket in his hand. The aroma of wine filled the air. Lin Chong hadn't drunk any wine for many days, and at that moment, he put all his worries behind him. As the three men feasted, Lin Chong sighed deeply, his expression somber, and said, "Today, Lin Chong is in such dire straits, and I am truly unwilling to accept it. I fear that our meeting today will be our last, and we will never meet again..." Lu Zhishen scolded, "Instructor, don't be like this! Under the Emperor's nose, there is law and justice. Even if we are at our wits' end, my staff is not to be trifled with." Lin Chong quickly said, "Brother, don't break the laws of the country for my sake. I am not worried about myself, but I am afraid my wife will suffer." Lu Zhishen and Cao Zheng exchanged glances for a while, and Cao Zheng said, "Master, I will find someone to take care of your wife. You should stay here and rest assured. We will make arrangements outside, and we must keep her alive. As the saying goes, 'Where there's life, there's hope.' Master, please take good care of yourself." The two of them had heard much about Lin Chong's wife's reputation outside, but dared not tell Lin Chong. Right now, their priority was to get him out of there.

Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story.

While Lin Chong's wife was enjoying her tryst with Gao Qiu at the Grand Commandant's mansion, Gao Qiu's son, having learned of their affair, rushed in. His toad-like eyes glared at them angrily, remaining silent.

Gao Qiu, seeing this, roared, "What's the rush? No manners at all! Don't you even greet your father?" Gao Qiu's son, in his anger, had rushed in, but seeing the Grand Commandant's wrath, his body immediately went limp. "Father, your son greets you," he stammered, his eyes darting back and forth, constantly glancing at Lin Chong's wife's fair, jade-like body.

Seeing this, Lin Chong's wife sensed something was wrong. She lowered her head, pondering what to do.

Gao Qiu's expression softened slightly, and he slowly said, "Come on in too, don't let this woman ruin our father-son relationship." With a swift movement, he pinned Lin Chong's wife beneath him, his withered vine already inside her cherry-like mouth. The force of the thrust was so intense it nearly suffocated her.

Gao Yanei, overjoyed, was already on top of her, his tongue relentlessly licking her vulva, cleaning away all the vaginal fluid. His tongue pushed and churned within her vagina.

Lin Chong's wife felt a tingling, itchy sensation inside, her vaginal fluids gushing forth, flowing into Gao Yanei's mouth.

Under the sucking of her cherry-like lips, Gao Taiwei's penis felt dizzy, his lower body trembling, and strands of vaginal fluid continuously flowed from his urethra into her mouth.

Gao Yanei forcefully spread the woman's legs, his teeth relentlessly biting, grinding, rubbing, and scraping between her vulva, driving Lin Chong's wife into a state of blissful ecstasy, oblivious to the world around her. She kicked her legs wildly, moaning and groaning.

Gao Yanei rose, pulled down his trousers, revealing a hard, though not long, member of his physique.

He grasped his penis, spread Lin Chong's wife's legs, and forced open her labia, his entire length submerged within her.

Lin Chong's wife trembled, her body swaying with the thrusts, her slender waist arching, a soft moan escaping her throat. Her disheveled hair, draped over her exquisitely beautiful face, only amplified her wantonness.

Seeing her wanton state, Gao Qiu withdrew his old penis and forcefully inserted it into the tight, narrow peach blossom cave, causing Lin Chong's wife to scream in excruciating pain, her beautiful face turning pale.

Gao Qiu and his son, being ruthless and lustful, paid no heed to the wife's suffering. Their two hard rods collided repeatedly within her vagina, thrusting in and out.

This battle was extraordinary, a frenzied, tumultuous lovemaking. One was a seasoned lover, the other a libertine, both enjoying the company of a beautiful young woman.

In a short time, Lin Chong's wife had already climaxed five or six times, each time with intense pleasure, as if in a trance, or floating on clouds. Her small mouth emitted soft moans, which were surprisingly moving.

It's a pity that Lin Chong, though a hero for life, escaped death only because of his wife's skill in groin—it's truly the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Grand Commandant, this is absolutely unacceptable!" Lu Qian hurriedly went to advise the Grand Commandant, Gao, upon hearing that he had agreed to let the Prefect of Kaifeng change Lin Chong's sentence to exile.

"Lin Chong is a hero of his generation. How could he not avenge the loss of his family and wife? I urge the Grand Commandant to reconsider his decision." Gao Qiu smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "As the saying goes, killing is just a matter of beheading. One should be lenient when possible. Lin Chong has escaped death this time. How can he not remember my mercy? Besides, being exiled to Cangzhou, such a remote and harsh military prefecture, means that even if he returns, he will be severely injured. He will likely accomplish nothing." Seeing that Lu Qian still wanted to speak, he waved him away, "Alright, you don't need to say anything more. My mind is made up. Don't make things unpleasant." Seeing that the Grand Commandant Gao's expression was not good, Lu Qian had no choice but to retreat reluctantly.

Lu Qian, a wolf in sheep's clothing, with a kind face but a vicious heart, thought, "You hold the high position of Grand Commandant of the Imperial Guard, wielding great power and influence. Even if Lin Chong wanted revenge, he wouldn't have the chance. But who am I, Lu Qian? I only managed to survive in this capital city thanks to Lin Chong. Lin Chong has many friends in this city, and with his superb martial arts skills, killing me is a piece of cake." He then learned that Dong Chao and Xue Ba were escorting Lin Chong. Knowing these two were greedy and lustful, he arranged to meet them, using the Grand Commandant's name, and ordered them to kill Lin Chong on the way.

Under Lu Qian's coercion and enticement, Dong and Xue finally attempted to kill Lin Chong in Wild Boar Forest. However, Lu Zhishen, though seemingly rough, was shrewd and knew Lin Chong would be ambushed on the journey. He intervened and saved Lin Chong.

Dong and Xue were then imprisoned by Lu Zhishen for seventeen or eighteen days, only seventy li from Cangzhou. Along the way, there were houses everywhere, and no secluded places remained.

Having ascertained the situation, Lu Zhishen rested briefly in the pine forest.

He said to Lin Chong, "Brother, Cangzhou is not far now. There are houses everywhere along the way; there's nowhere else to go. I must part ways now, and we'll meet again someday." Lin Chong replied, "Brother, when you return, please tell them where you are in Mount Tai. I will repay your kindness in protecting me even if it means my death." The two parted with a sigh.

Lu Zhishen turned and returned to Dongjing City. Upon arriving in Dongjing, his ruffians told him that the Zhang instructor's house was near the Guandi Temple in the east of the city.

Lu Zhishen, carrying his staff, walked several miles and saw a small courtyard ahead, with an old weeping willow tree. A section of the whitewashed wall in the shade of the tree was crumbling.

He lightly leaped inside and heard several groans coming from the tattered gauze window. Though faint, the sounds were persistent and filled his ears.

Lu Zhishen, originally a military officer, was a worldly man and immediately recognized the sounds as those of lovers.

He crouched down by the window, straining to listen, and heard an old voice: "Sweetheart, I can't take it anymore, I'm about to come." Then came a series of rapid, loud popping sounds, like a storm, a rapid, intense rhythm.

He peered out, and the nameless rage in his heart surged to his head.

He saw Lin Chong's wife completely naked, moaning softly, her voice like a beautiful melody, while Zhang the Instructor straddled her, his hands gripping her two white, jade-like legs, moving up and down in unison, adding to the spectacle.

Then he heard the woman say, "Good father, just bear with it a little longer, I'm about to come, I'm about to become an immortal." She swayed her hips and breasts, utterly wanton, clearly enjoying herself immensely.

Instructor Zhang was engrossed in his self-pleasure, the woman's vaginal fluids sizzling as he whipped her, when suddenly a tingling sensation ran through his back, and a burning desire was about to ignite. Suddenly, a furious roar erupted, and a large, fat monk leaped in, his massive hand grabbing Instructor Zhang's neck.

Instructor Zhang, already old, was startled and shuddered, a spurt of semen gushing out. His eyes widened, and he fainted.

Lin Chong's wife, seeing Lu Zhishen burst in, glared angrily, her small face turning deathly pale. She trembled uncontrollably, mumbling incoherently, unable to utter a word.

Lu Zhishen sighed, "My brother Lin Chong, a hero for life, has married such a shameless woman as you, truly ruining his illustrious reputation. I had only heard of it before, but seeing it with my own eyes, I cannot ignore it. You wretched woman, end your own life, lest you defile my hands." With a flick of his staff, he effortlessly sliced off a piece of the curtain in front of the hall, which floated lightly down in front of the woman.

Suddenly, the woman screamed, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Uncle, you are right to blame me, but one wrong step leads to another. My life is miserable, but I have no resentment towards you. I only beg you, Uncle, for the sake of my husband, spare my father. I will die without regret." The blood ties between father and daughter are indeed innate. Although Zhang Xia was a promiscuous woman, she was extremely filial. Even on her deathbed, she still begged for her father's life.

Lu Zhishen saw that the instructor Zhang was also old and dying. He looked up at the sky and cried out, "Heavens, how could this be? How could this be?" He waved his sleeves and said, "Go. From now on, the world will only know you as a woman of strong character. After you die, you will no longer be known as a licentious woman." Zhang Xia smiled sadly, knelt down on the ground, and bowed three times to the north. "Husband, I'm going." Lu Zhishen walked out of the room, but heard the sound of a chair being kicked over behind him. After a while, he turned around and saw that the woman struggled a few times, stuck out her long tongue, and died. Her beautiful soul went north.

After that, Zhang Tianshan went mad. Lin Chong was eventually forced to join Liangshan and became an outlaw. He eventually became a hero.

It is said that: a history of heroes and good men, how many beauties shed tears of infatuation.

Prodigal Yan Qing (1)

It is said that during the reign of Emperor Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty, the Lantern Festival was the most popular. Beijing's Daming Prefecture was a major strategic location in Hebei, bustling with trade and commerce. It was always brightly decorated with lanterns, resembling something from Tokyo.

A poem vividly describes the Lantern Festival scene there: "Though living in the north, we also value the Lantern Festival. No drums or music are heard, only the clamor of the Huqin. Every household is lit up, there are no lotus flowers on land; everywhere is arranged, where are the jade plum blossoms and snow willows? Young foreigners carry garlic in their hair, old women wear raw scallions on their heads. Which Han man carries a zither, and the women all beat three drums?"

On this day, the Lu family mansion in Daming Prefecture was exceptionally lively, adorned with gold and jade, a truly prosperous scene. Lu Junyi, the head of the Lu family, had been a merchant for generations; Lu Junyi was the third generation, and after a century of accumulation, he was the richest man in Hebei.

Master Lu was sitting in the main hall watching his family bustle about. He first drank a cup of Longjing green tea, savoring its fragrance, and said, "Oh, where is that person of mine?" Before he finished speaking, a man approached from the steps. "Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time." This man was over six feet tall, around twenty years old, with delicate features, a slender waist, and broad shoulders. He wore a papaya-shaped turban, a white robe with a silver-threaded round collar, a red spider-spotted belt, and tan leather boots. A pair of gold bracelets with animal motifs adorned the back of his head, a fragrant silk handkerchief protected his head, a famous fan was tucked at his waist, and seasonal flowers were always adorned in his hair.

This man was the most dashing figure in Beijing, naturally clever and quick-witted, always knowing what was going on. His surname was Yan, he was the eldest in his family, and his official name was Qing. Everyone in Beijing called him Yan Qing the Prodigal.

A poem titled "Qinyuanchun" once described Yan Qing's beauty: "His lips were like painted vermilion, his eyes like polished lacquer, and his face like piled jade." He possessed extraordinary bravery, lofty ambition, and innate intelligence. His appearance was naturally upright and forthright, truly a remarkable talent among the Liangshan heroes. His rendition of the ancient Yizhou tune resonated deeply, proving him to be a master of the arts, the foremost among those skilled in romance. The drums and clappers resounded, the sheng played melodiously, and he freely expressed his deepest feelings. His cudgels and clubs were varied, his fists and feet flying, astonishing all four hundred prefectures. Everyone admired his heroic leader, the prodigal son Yan Qing.

Upon seeing him, Lu Junyi's face immediately lit up with a smile. He said, "It's lively outside, Yan Qing, why aren't you out playing today?" Yan Qing nodded, saying, "I was just about to inform my master that some gentlemen have invited me to see the lanterns." Lu Junyi said, "That's wonderful, but don't stay out too late, lest something comes up at the manor and I need your help." Yan Qing quickly replied, "Of course, of course, master, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." He then bowed and went out.

Upon reaching the door, a group of men were already waiting outside, saying, "Yan Qing, Xiao Yi, have kept me waiting for so long!" Yan Qing had countless friends, and was also quite the ladies' man, skilled in various arts like playing musical instruments and singing. He was also remarkably easygoing and generous, attracting many down-on-their-luck hangers-on in Beijing.

The leader, surnamed Wang, nicknamed Xiao Xi, was frivolous and clever, eloquent, and adept at reading people. He was a favorite of Yan Qing and often served by his side.

Wang Xiaoxi said excitedly, "Brother Xiaoyi, it's still early to see the lanterns. I've found a good place. A young lady recently came and is looking for someone to "combine" her. I thought such a good thing should be done by our Brother Xiaoyi, so I hurriedly invited you. Don't be late!" Yan Qing smiled and said, "Oh, such a good thing? Where is it?" Wang Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Huiqiao Market, five li from Xinqiao." Yan Qing tapped his head and said, "Isn't that Gu Chunlou? That place isn't that special." He was quite unconvinced.

Wang Xiaoxi made a beheading gesture and said, "Two years ago, Gu Chunlou brought a daughter named Qiu Niang. She was incredibly beautiful and just turned sixteen this year. Her father was once a defense commissioner of our dynasty, but he was killed when the Jin army invaded the south, leaving her all alone. She went to Beijing to seek refuge with relatives, but they sold her out. If I lied to you, I'd be a coward." Yan Qing said, "Oh," and "So pitiful. How can I take advantage of someone in distress? That's not what a real man does. I won't go, I won't go." He shook his head repeatedly. He was a true man, and although he enjoyed women, he upheld his manly principles.

Wang Xiaoxi said anxiously, "Brother Xiaoyi, you don't know, although this girl is pitiful, she has already fallen into prostitution. Now the madam is waiting for the best bidder and has already offered five hundred taels of silver. I'm afraid..." Yan Qing asked, "Afraid of what?" Wang Xiaoxi said, "I'm afraid that the highest bidder will turn out to be a decrepit old man. Wouldn't that be a waste of this beautiful young woman?" Yan Qing thought carefully and said, "Let's be patient and go see for ourselves." So, Wang Xiaoxi led the way, and the group marched forward in a grand procession.

The weather was clear that day, and the group walked around the river. After walking for about two miles, they arrived at the famous brothel, Osmanthus Lane. They saw that the ten scenic spots along the long pond were filled with peach blossoms and willows, and the Gu Chun Tower was already bustling with customers.

It turned out that the capital was full of wealthy merchants and noblemen, who often indulged in lavish revelry and nightly parties. Hearing that a beautiful woman had appeared at Gu Chun Lou, with a face like a lotus blossom, almond eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, truly captivating and alluring, they flocked there, eager to be the first to arrive and boast about it back home.

Standing before Gu Chun Lou was a robust man, wearing a black gauze hat with an ancient jade pendant, a black silk robe with a cloud-patterned design, a light red floral crepe over it, and red shoes with white silk stockings—the attire of a wealthy man.

Yan Qing frowned at the large crowd, contemplating retreating, when he heard a commotion ahead. A young man in brocade robes rode a horse, followed by a dozen or so men in blue uniforms, all dressed as military officers, wearing large hats and armor. Some carried pipa and erhu, while others carried slingshots and balloons. Pedestrians on the road quickly moved aside as the young man in brocade robes brandished his whip and raised his head high, exuding an intimidating aura.

The burly man, upon seeing the young man approach, immediately rushed forward to bow and say, "Young Master Liang, I've been waiting here for quite some time." Yan Qing watched as the young man dismounted with surprising agility; he had long eyebrows, a hooked nose, and darting, piercing eyes, but a wicked air about him, and his sallow complexion suggested excessive indulgence in wine and women.

As soon as the young man, Young Master Liang, landed, he headed straight for Gu Chun Lou, saying, "Hey Zhou Jin, is everything arranged? Is it really as good as the rumors say?" Zhou Jin replied, "Everything is ready, just waiting for you, Young Master." The crowd outside, initially blocked at the door, surged forward to follow the young master inside.

Yan Qing shook his head and said, "Judging from this situation, that person is determined to have her. I think we should all leave here and go somewhere else to have fun." He had a lover at the Lichun Courtyard and thought it would be good to go and have a reunion after so long.

Wang Xiaoxi and the others advised, "Brother Xiao Yi, don't be discouraged. Since you're here, make the best of it. Even if you don't manage to win her over, you should at least see what kind of beauty she is." Yan Qing thought for a moment and said, "Alright, just don't cause me any trouble, lest my master blames me when I get home." These down-on-their-luck fellows immediately agreed.

The poem reads: What day is it? Where am I? Thinking about it breaks my heart. What others say is irrelevant; what matters is only tears streaming down my face.

I cry out to Heaven, for everyone else has sheltered me, yet why have you alone abandoned me? I beg Heaven to show no mercy, and I will flee to the underworld to escape. (From the poem "Ta Sha Xing") To be honest, Gu Chunlou wasn't the largest establishment in Guihua Lane. Though it had a deep red gate and a high threshold, lacking official backing, it rarely expanded, and its business couldn't compare to the Lichun Courtyard at the head of the lane.

The courtyard consisted of two ornately carved buildings connected by an open corridor. Suite rooms were built inside, with the girls on the second floor having separate living rooms and inner rooms. Qiu Niang

currently lived here. The madam had specially prepared an exquisite suite for her, with fragrant incense and warm bedding, and carefully dressed her up.

Qiu Niang's original surname was Bao. Her father, Bao Zan, was originally the defense commissioner of Jingkou, but in the first year of Chongning, the Jin invaded the south, her father died in battle, and her mother committed suicide, leaving her destitute and alone. She wandered to Beijing, eventually falling into prostitution. Whenever she thought of this, her eyes would fill with tears as she looked towards the heavens.

She lamented her ill fate and misfortune, despite being proficient in literature, history, music, and painting, and excelling in writing. She had even mastered needlework, embroidering phoenixes and dragons, all a result of her passionate lovemaking.

For two years, she had been trained to play the ruan and zither, singing and dancing, becoming as beautiful as a flower, as fragrant as jade. As she grew older, she blossomed into an exceptionally beautiful woman, much to the delight of her madam.

A poem, "West River Moon," testifies to this: "Her face is like a peach blossom glistening with dew, her body like a ball of white snow. Her eyes are like autumn waters, her eyebrows clear and bright, her ten fingers like slender spring bamboo shoots. Her graceful figure surpasses even Xi Shi, her charm rivals Cui Yingying. Her lotus-like feet are delicate and light, her every movement exuding grace."

Seeing her daughter's delicate and beautiful appearance, the madam thought she would fetch a good price. She had already spread the word that Qiu Niang only sold her art, not her body, attracting a steady stream of dissolute men from the capital, all wanting to pluck her heart so they could boast about it back home.

Although it was the Lantern Festival, Qiu Niang was listless and melancholy, too listless to face her dressing table. Her maid, Chunzi, beside her ordered a ruan (a

type of lute) to be brought over, and she began to play it, thinking of her own fate, singing a newly learned Wu opera. "Northern Parasitic Grass": Silent flowers wither, willows tremble with fear. Water jug bursts, rose petals glisten, pear blossoms drip from the balustrade, and mist wets the red silk plate. Afraid that the evening rain of King Xiang will soon fade into nothingness, for whom will spring depart? Chunzi

brought tea and comforted her, "Sister Qiu Niang, don't be sad. Perhaps a handsome young man in this turbulent world will come your way; wouldn't that be your good fortune?" She thought Qiu Niang was troubled by her dressing, but she didn't know it was Qiu Niang's sorrow for her own drifting life. Unconsciously, two more lines of tears fell.

Leaving aside Qiu Niang's sorrowful fate, let's turn to the commotion in the front hall of Gu Chun Lou, where two groups were already hurling insults at each other.

Yan Qing was initially impatient with this petty squabble, but Wang Xiaoxi and the others kept holding him back, so he reluctantly sat down at a low lacquered table in the corner of the hall. On the table were a bottle of Jinhua wine, a plate of roast duck, a plate of chicken, a bowl of fresh fish soup, some pine flower pastries, and seasonal side dishes.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoxi and the others were enjoying the commotion, he said, "I'll sit here for a while; you can go and see what's going on." The others were eager to hear this and all rushed off to watch the spectacle.

Yan Qing watched as the two groups were evenly matched, their insults utterly devoid of decorum, and he felt a deep disgust. He stood up and headed straight for the back courtyard.

Entering through several layers of doors, winding corridors lined with pine and bamboo, and blooming winter plum blossoms beside Taihu stones, Yan Qing, with his sharp ears, caught a faint melody of a zither, intermittent and melodious, plaintive and captivating. He was surprised, pressed down two sprigs of red plum blossoms, and gazed intently. The second-floor red window was slightly ajar, the curtains loosely rolled up, revealing the silhouette of a graceful young woman.

The lyrics were exquisite, the voice clear and melodious, like dust settling on the carved beams; the words were precise and the tone genuine,

like a gentle breeze stirring the brocade mat. It was like the warbling of a nightingale in a royal garden, or the harmonious singing of a phoenix on a red mountain. The lyrics were elegant and refined, the melody clear and bright.

As the song neared its end, Yan Qing exclaimed, "How wondrous! How wondrous! Such talent exists in this place of brothels and pleasure quarters! Like the lament of Han E, the lyrics of Qin Qing, though they may not stop the clouds from soaring, they can still dispel the dust of time." He drew a gold-threaded dragon flute from behind him, playing the notes of the Gong and Shang schools. The clear, bright sound, the beautiful melody, intertwined with the zither music, was truly: "It pierces through clouds and splits rocks without a trace, startling the first blossoms of plum blossoms, its jade-like beauty exquisite."

The zither music paused slightly, then suddenly rose in pitch, and the woman sang: "Jade threads hang from the azure sky, the five notes of the pentatonic scale drift east and west. The melody seems faintly pleasing, but the wind carries it away to another tune." Gradually, the zither music softened, its deep emotion resonating, truly a case of "gold is easy to find, but a true friend is hard to come by.

" Yan Qing, with her palace-like steps, arrived at the tower. The steps were paved with white and blue jade, and the potted plants were fragrant, creating a uniquely alluring scene. Then, the door creaked open, and a young maid in green emerged. Though young, her beauty was striking, a natural-born beauty.

The maid in green said, "Was it you, young master, who was playing the flute just now? Its clear and melodious sound was beautiful. May I ask your name?" Yan Qing bowed and said, "I am Yan Qing. I was so captivated by the lovely music that I couldn't resist playing it myself. I apologize for my abruptness." The maid in green smiled and said, "Young master Yan, please don't be so modest. My sister Qiu Niang is very impressed." Indeed: The flute music stirred a romantic atmosphere, startling a beautiful woman.

Yan Qing said, "It would be my great honor to be introduced to you, sister. I will never forget your kindness." He thought to himself, "If the maid is so charming, how much more so must my mistress be, so alluring and beautiful?

" The maid in green frowned slightly and smiled, "I have done nothing to repay you. How will you thank me, young master Yan Qing?" This maid had long been a brothel patron, accustomed to the ways of the world, and had seen much of the affairs of men and women. Yan Qing was handsome and charming, clearly a passionate man, and she was indeed attracted to him.

Yan Qing, naturally bold in his pursuit of women, was overjoyed at the sight of an opportunity. He seized the maidservant, his hands smooth and delicate, arousing his desire. He said, "How could I be so easily swayed? I will never forget your kindness, sister. May I ask your name?" The maidservant in green smiled, "My name is Chunzi, but I fear you will forget me soon." Her eyes darted around seductively, her gaze alluring and alluring.

Yan Qing remained silent, pressing her soft, fragrant body against the red-lacquered pillar. His long tongue plunged in, sucking and licking, making soft, wet sounds. Chunzi's lips parted slightly, her lips parted, releasing sweet, fragrant saliva that was intoxicating.

Yan Qing held her waist with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other, finding them incredibly soft and supple, like peaches.

Chunzi felt a surge of heat and bliss from his caresses. Thinking that Qiu Niang was waiting upstairs, she quickly declined, saying, "Young master, please don't do anything rash. I'm afraid Sister Qiu Niang will be angry. It's not too late to come back in a few days." Although she said this, she was still moaning softly, but Yan Qing had already slipped his hand inside her undergarments and rubbed her for a while, making her feel hot all over.

Yan Qing put his hand inside Chunzi's pants and felt a plump, smooth, and alluring mound.

He gently rubbed her vulva, his desire burning fiercely, and his jade stem was already as hard as an iron rod.

At this moment, Chunzi's desire was aroused. When her small hand touched his jade stem, she couldn't help but feel scared. She thought, "This thing is so big, I'm afraid it will kill me..." She called out, "Sister Qiu Niang, why are you here?" When Yan Qing heard this, he quickly let go and turned around. There was no one around. He only saw Chunzi hurriedly tidying her clothes. She had obviously been tricked by this little woman.

He took out a mutton-fat jade phoenix hairpin from his pocket and handed it to Chunzi, saying, "This is for you. I will not forgive you in the future." His tone was truly one of feigned anger but genuine delight.

Chunzi smiled and said, "Young master, you go up yourself. This servant will go outside and take a look." Yan Qing was overjoyed and stepped into the inner room, then hurried up the stairs.

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