Chapter 26

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　　 “That’s what happened to Madam Guo.”

　　 She was originally a famous courtesan in Yangzhou, renowned for her beauty. After spending a night with her, Lü Wende couldn’t let go of her, and…

　　 As a high-ranking official of the imperial court, frequenting brothels would damage his reputation. Therefore, he used money to bring Liniang into his household.

　　 She took him as a concubine. Even when they were fighting the enemy on the front lines in Xiangyang, she didn’t forget to take him by her side, which shows how much she doted on him.

　　 As the saying goes: “Madams love money, courtesans love beauty.” Li Niang, born into a brothel, was inherently a promiscuous woman. Lü Wen…

　　 Aside from his immense power and influence, De’s appearance was truly unappealing; he was rugged with a bandit-like air, and also overweight.

　　 He was swollen and lacked any semblance of charm or elegance, which displeased Li Niang. If it weren’t for her lust for his social status, she wouldn’t have been interested.

　　 It seems that it will take him, Mr. Lü, quite some time to finally win her over! Fortunately, although Lü Wende is not good-looking…

　　 But the long spear between her legs was a formidable warrior, adept at seducing women; during their intimate moments, Li Niang was often thoroughly satisfied.

　　 Tai, with his constant moaning, had no interest in taking a lover or adorning Governor Lü with a new, dazzling crown.

　　 He’s been cuckolded.

　　 Liniang was a courtesan who had experienced much of life and had countless lovers. Her ability to read people and situations was second to none.

　　 Lu Wende’s cunning schemes were naturally obvious to Huang Rong. In fact, let alone Lu Wende being…

　　 Huang Rong was completely captivated, and even Li Niang, a mere prostitute, couldn’t help but be mesmerized by Huang Rong’s ethereal beauty.

　　 He sighed inwardly, exclaiming that such a woman existed in the world, so valiant and heroic in battle, a woman who was no less than any man.

　　 Both of us were completely captivated; this spirited woman was also alluring, with large breasts and a full bottom, and a graceful figure.

　　 Her elegance and grace were tinged with a seductive allure.

　　 Li Niang always prided herself on her exceptional “seductive skills,” but she considered herself worlds apart from Huang Rong. Her seductive…

　　 She was merely a vixen, seductive and wanton, with a hint of worldliness; while Huang Rong was simply a fairy and a devil, a virgin.

　　 A perfect blend with a slut.

　　 Li Niang felt ashamed of her appearance, but she was quite uninhibited about Lü Wende’s infatuation, even regarding their intimate relations.

　　 When she was changed, she was asked to impersonate “Rong’er,” which she did willingly without the slightest jealousy. She merely glanced coldly at the sidelines.

　　 After the Tartars withdrew, Lü Wende frequently invited Guo Jing to his residence under the pretext of discussing military matters, causing Guo Jing and Huang Zhong to…

　　 They spend little time together, hoping to sow discord and alienate each other.

　　 In Li Niang’s eyes, such underhanded tricks were not only clumsy but also ungrateful. Not to mention the deep affection between the Guo couple, there was no…

　　 There’s an opening, but in terms of time, it will take at least a year and a half to see results, and the time left for Lü Wende is really limited.

　　 According to the Song court’s usual practice, they would not allow him to hold military power in the field for long. It is likely that the yellow-robed envoy summoning him back to Lin’an to report on his duties would be sent at this time.

　　 They must have already set off!

　　 Lu Wende, having his secret exposed by Li Niang, showed no anger. He sighed and muttered, “Who cares about Guan Guan?”

　　 On the river’s islet, a young and virtuous girl is sought after by gentlemen. He was a woodcutter by birth, not very literate, and in the Southern Song Dynasty, officialdom was rife with sycophancy.

　　 To avoid ridicule, he hired a tutor and had him peruse several books of poetry and prose, but unfortunately, he refused to move on.

　　 Despite his hard work, he had learned quite a few characters, but he was a complete illiterate when encountering unfamiliar or obscure words.

　　 He pronounced the poem “Guan Ju” in a completely nonsensical way, using the radicals on the side.

　　 Li Niang felt both disdain and amusement. A plan formed in her mind. She leaned close to Lü Wende’s ear and whispered:

　　 “My lord, do you still remember last time…” The voice gradually faded, becoming almost inaudible.

　　 At first, Lü Wende looked bitter and resentful, but gradually his face lit up with joy, and finally he embraced Li Niang’s delicate body.

　　 He laughed triumphantly: “If I can fulfill my wish and accomplish this wonderful thing, Liniang will be credited with a great service.”

　　 “You stinking men are all heartless worms, always wanting more than what you have,” Li Niang said.

　　 Yi Jiao pouted and twisted her hot body, trying to break free from Lü Wende’s embrace.

　　 Lu Wende was delighted to have received such a brilliant plan, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in Li Niang’s voice.

　　 The intoxicating pleasure of Chen Yixi stirred his desire, his breathing grew heavier, and as he gazed at Liniang’s milky-white body, he let out a low growl.

　　 He lunged down, his large hands kneading and squeezing her snow-white breasts, like a bull in heat, launching another attack.

　　 A meaningful look flashed in Li Niang’s eyes. Soon, a wave of pleasure washed over her lower body, and when she opened her eyes again…

　　 Passion burns like fire, and springtime passion is boundless.

　　 The Sequel to Huang Rong, Chapter 4: Following

　　 The next day, the sky was clear and the weather was fine.

　　 Seeing the pleasant weather, Huang Rong, feeling restless after a long period of quiet, decided to go out for a stroll. At this time, the siege of Xiangyang had already been lifted.

　　 More than a month later, after the great battle, Huang Rong was exhausted, and her expression always carried a hint of listlessness and languor. Guo Jing only thought…

　　 His beloved wife had overworked herself and suffered great mental and physical exhaustion. Feeling sorry for her, he often gently advised Huang Rong to rest more.

　　 He was dull-witted and naturally couldn’t understand women’s thoughts. After receiving a few glares, he could only scratch his head and chuckle apologetically.

　　 His simple-mindedness made Huang Rong lose her temper.

　　 Huang Rong knew that her beloved Jing-gege’s lifelong ambition was to serve his country and its people, and now, it seemed that Lu Wende, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, was…

　　 He was highly regarded and entrusted with full responsibility for everything from city defense construction to soldier training. He was also frequently visited by him.

　　 Five times, Guo Jing was summoned to discuss military matters, keeping him extremely busy. The couple spent little time together, sometimes…

　　 They rarely see each other, even after several days, and there is very little communication.

　　 Although Huang Rong harbored many grievances, she couldn’t bear to go against her husband’s wishes. What man doesn’t harbor lofty ideals?

　　 What happened to the ambition to achieve great things? It’s just…

　　 “Alas!” Huang Rong sighed softly, so many worries weighing on her brow. Now, these knotted sorrows were intertwined with…

　　 Who said that?

　　 The weather was truly lovely today; the sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Huang Rong took a deep breath, her chest filled with joy.

　　 The gloom vanished instantly, and she strode towards the outside of the mansion. Along the way, though her eyes remained fixed straight ahead, her beautiful eyes subtly revealed…

　　 She kept looking around, and among the respectfully standing servants, she indeed spotted Old Man Sun.

　　 He stood bowed, head bowed, trembling with fear. Huang Rong snorted coldly, her gaze lingering briefly on Old Man Sun, her expression full of…

　　 Seeing Old Man Sun startle her, and her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. That day, her cleavage was exposed, and this old man…

　　 After discovering his privacy, he took action to warn him, but he was still uneasy and secretly observed him for several days afterward.

　　 Seeing that Old Man Sun was relatively honest and well-behaved, and that he must be deeply afraid of her methods, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was wary of Old Man Sun…

　　 Father, I’ve heard about his romantic escapades.

　　 “Hmph! He still wants to marry a beautiful young woman of sixteen!” With this thought, a smile involuntarily appeared on Huang Rong’s lips.

　　 He couldn’t help but recall the darling under Old Man Sun’s crotch that day.

　　 “It’s really big!” she murmured to herself, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment and a tightness in her chest.

　　 Huang Rong instantly regained her composure, secretly wondering why she had lost her composure just now. Her eyes couldn’t help but glance at Old Man Sun again, but who knew…

　　 Just then, she met that timid-looking fellow’s gaze. Her eyes twitched, her expression turned cold, and the old man, frightened, quickly lowered his head and began to breathe heavily.

　　 They didn’t even dare to breathe.

　　 As they were walking, two beautiful women appeared from around the corner, chatting and laughing. One was dressed in emerald green, and the other in pale yellow.

　　 Both were mature young women with fair skin and beautiful faces, and they were none other than Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan.

　　 Wanyan and Yelü, the two women, chatted and laughed, their expressions extremely intimate. Upon seeing Huang Rong, the lively Yelü Yan…

　　 First, he said:

　　 “Master’s wife, please leave!” The two women were married to the Da Wu and Xiao Wu families respectively, and usually addressed Guo Jing and Huang Rong as disciples.

　　 The etiquette was very respectful.

　　 Huang Rong smiled and said, “I’ve been cooped up in the mansion for over a month, and I’ve been wanting to get some fresh air for a while now. You’re all chatting and laughing…”

　　 “What’s the good news? Tell me.” She got along extremely well with the two daughters of Wanyan and Yelü, and in private she never treated them as elders.

　　 She spoke as if she were a gentle and kind older sister.

　　 The two women were originally from the north, and were naturally bold and unrestrained, not bound by worldly etiquette. Moreover, they got along extremely well with Huang Rong.

　　 That’s not surprising at all.

　　 Wanyan Ping smiled and said, “Just now, Yanmei and I went to Jinghui Temple and listened to the lamas preach the scriptures…”

　　 “Jinghui Temple, Lama monks!?” Huang Rong frowned.

　　 “Master’s wife, you may not know this, but Jinghui Temple was originally a Zen temple. During the great battle, all the monks fled. Now…”

　　 Several Tibetan lamas were stationed there. They worshipped the Kanjur (Medicine King) and the Hevajra (Buddha of Bliss), which were considered extremely efficacious.

　　 Huang Rong smiled slightly: “Oh!” She was actually quite wary of the Golden Wheel Monk, and today she heard that a Tibetan monk had come to the city.

　　 A sudden chill ran through me. I must know that the Mongol army’s might was unprecedented, having conquered countless nations in a single period. Since the Tang Dynasty…

　　 The Tibetan regime, which had stood in opposition to the Central Plains dynasties, had long since submitted to the Mongol hordes. On the map of China…

　　 Only the Southern Song and Dali remained, barely clinging to life. Since Tibet had been subjugated for so long, it was no different from a lackey; upon hearing of Möngke’s attack…

　　 During the Song Dynasty, a detachment of Tibetan troops was dispatched to assist in the attack on Sichuan, thus tying down the Song army in the region. Now, the Tartars have recently lifted their siege of Xiangyang.

　　 Lamas arrived in the city, and with her sharper senses than others, how could she not be alert!

　　 “What wishes did you make before the Bodhisattva?” Forcing herself to reconsider, Huang Rong looked at the two with a smile.

　　 She came from a family with extensive learning; in the Tibetan Buddhist tradition, the Kanjur Bodhisattva is not only known for curing illnesses and warding off disease, but also for the practice of granting children in Central China.

　　 Like the sound of a fertility deity, it is the god of childbirth. As for the Buddha of Joy, Huang Rong raised her eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

　　 Seeing Huang Rong’s mischievous smile, Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan knew she had seen through their thoughts, and both blushed.

　　 The daughters of the North, after all, could not imitate the coyness of the daughters of the South; while shy, they did not hide their feelings.

　　 “I pray to the Bodhisattva for blessings so that I may have a son or daughter soon.” As she spoke, her face darkened, clearly moved by the news.

　　 Huang Rong sighed inwardly. She knew that since the two women and their two disciples had become intimate, their love had deepened day by day, but there was one flaw…

　　 For decades, her belly remained unchanged. She had secretly sought out famous doctors and taken countless medicines, but to no avail.

　　 Driven by an intense desire for a son, he became even more devout in his faith in the gods, hoping that one day divine protection would ensure the continuation of the Wu family line.

　　 Absolutely.

　　 In Huang Rong’s opinion, the root cause of her decades-long infertility probably lies with the Wu brothers, but…

　　 During the festival, even as their teacher’s wife, it was inappropriate for her to say too much. Besides, weren’t Qi’er and Fu’er the same?

　　 “What did the Bodhisattva say?” Huang Rong quickly changed the subject, trying to dispel her displeasure.

　　 “A clay Buddha can’t speak, but a living Buddha said that our faces show great fortune, and we are definitely not children.”

　　 “Those who are without joy, as long as they pray devoutly, will eventually receive what they are meant to have,” Yelü Yan said excitedly, clearly showing her enthusiasm.

　　 That “living bodhisattva” was extremely trusted.

　　 “A living Bodhisattva?” Huang Rong chuckled.

　　 Seeing this, Wanyan Ping knew Huang Rong didn’t believe him, and shook her head, saying, “The lama in the flowery robe is no ordinary monk; he is a Dongba.”

　　 One of the monks in charge of Zhuanlun Temple is truly accomplished in Buddhist teachings and should not be underestimated. Since your wife has some free time today, perhaps you should go and meet him.

　　 She and Yelü Yan were one a Jurchen and the other a Liao dynasty ruler. Although the Jin and Liao dynasties had fallen, Buddhism had flourished there for centuries, rivaling even the Central Plains.

　　 Tibetan Buddhism originated in the wilderness, possessing a wild and mysterious primal force that resonates with the nomadic people’s instinctive reverence for the primordial world.

　　 Yang was widely admired by the nobles of both countries, and the two men believed in him without a doubt.

　　 These words piqued Huang Rong’s curiosity. She nodded and smiled, “If fate allows, I will certainly pay you a visit.”

　　 He smiled and parted ways with the two women.

　　 The bustling streets and throngs of people, free from the pressures of war, allowed Xiangyang, this important frontline town, to quickly recover.

　　 It has regained its former prosperity.

　　 Huang Rong strolled through the crowd, quite in high spirits. Today she wore a plain white silk dress, so light it could be blown away by the wind, as thin as a cicada’s wing.

　　 Her flesh-colored skin was faintly visible at her shoulders. A matching strapless top barely covered her large breasts. Below her neck, the rest of her body was bare.

　　 Her skin was crystal clear and snow-white, with a shallow, almost imperceptible cleavage, paired with her high-piled hair and graceful figure.

　　 In the bustling city, it blooms like a striking, elegant white lotus, swaying gracefully, its beauty beyond compare. All who pass by…

　　 The passersby around Huang Rong held their breath in the face of such a stunning beauty, their emotions a mixture of desire, admiration, praise, jealousy, and…

　　 A mixture of amusement and other indescribable desires lingered on that mature and alluring body.

　　 Huang Rong remained calm and composed under the gaze of the crowd, though she inwardly scolded herself for not being moved.

　　 I wore a piece of clothing I liked in my teenage years, too flashy, but time flies, and many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

　　 She still maintains a captivating and slender figure; in her youth, she exuded a fresh and bright elegance, and now she embodies mature charm.

　　 It remains as beautiful as ever, and to be honest, I’m secretly delighted and quite proud.

　　 Among the crowd, those who recognized her would occasionally step forward to greet and exchange pleasantries with admiration, and she would respond with a smile and impeccable manners.

　　 Feeling bored after the journey, I was thinking of finding a clean and elegant restaurant to sit down and rest when two figures unexpectedly appeared.

　　 Upon seeing it, Huang Rong’s heart skipped a beat. Without warning, she moved swiftly and vanished before everyone’s eyes.

　　 Some foolish men and women gasped in astonishment, begging for forgiveness and blessings, and bowed their heads in worship, thinking they had offended someone in broad daylight.

　　 Gods.

　　 Although the two figures ahead moved quite quickly, they did not use any lightness skills, and Huang Rong frequently caught up to them from behind.

　　 Keeping a distance of about ten feet, they carefully concealed their tracks and followed at a leisurely pace, wondering:

　　 “What are those two guys up to, acting so suspiciously?”

　　 Those two were Huang Rong’s eldest daughter, Guo Fu, and her youngest son, Guo Polu.

　　 The two walked one after the other with their heads down. Guo Fu occasionally glanced back, her expression one of great impatience, as if she was constantly…

　　 She urged Guo Polu to follow, her pretty face, inherited from her mother, flushed with a blush, showing a hint of shyness. In contrast…

　　 Guo Polu’s honest, dark face, with its awkward, embarrassed smile and inexplicable excitement, was surprisingly vivid. Huang Rong’s heart…

　　 Suspicious, he didn’t confront them, but instead followed the two with great interest.