Chapter 438 Chrysanthemum Wine, Jade Beauty's Feet (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)
The atmosphere in the kitchen became eerily quiet for a moment.
Ouyang Rong had only intended to play a prank, but found that no one was saying anything.
In front of the stove, the junior apprentice, wearing an apron and cooking, paused after being slapped in the back as a prank. The kitchen knife in her hand had also stopped moving at some point.
It's still daytime, and the sun is shining brightly outside, so the kitchen isn't dimly lit.
From Ouyang Rong's perspective, his junior sister's back was graceful, her head buried deep in her chest, her ears seemingly flushed red, and her slender neck and snow-white skin were tinged with the red of the sunset.
Ouyang Rong hadn't thought anything of it at first, but the quiet atmosphere made his gaze involuntarily drift down along the graceful curves of the young woman's back...
Xie Lingjiang was now holding her breath and concentrating.
I don't know if it's a side effect of that slap, but my body feels numb and stiff.
She suddenly realized that she hadn't worn enough clothes after her bath and perfume today; this snow-white nightgown was too thin, so... so it wasn't entirely his fault for not being able to resist.
My head was spinning, my mind wandering aimlessly, and I buried my head deeper and deeper into my chest.
The cleaver in her hand felt like it was made of lead. If she were to spin it in her palm like before, it would probably fly out and randomly kill her husband. She was truly weak and powerless.
The enemy behind the scenes remained silent, and the atmosphere in the kitchen remained quiet.
Why isn't he moving? What... what is he going to do... should I push him away later...? He shouldn't go too far... He can't make demands that are too excessive... How can he do this in the kitchen... The stove and table are too cold... Just as Xie Lingjiang's heart was pounding, feeling both nervous and scared, yet also vaguely excited and daring...
She suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her.
At this moment, Xie Lingjiang's hearing was incredibly sharp. She noticed that her senior brother seemed to have taken a step forward, getting closer to her from behind, and then... then there was a faint sound of his clothes folding as he squatted down... Wait, why did he squat down for no reason, and why was he behind her? Was he going to...?
Xie Lingjiang, who had been burying her head in her chest, couldn't help but widen her eyes, her delicate body instantly tensing up.
Below, on a pair of red rope wooden clogs, were delicate white feet wearing white socks. The big toes, like budding flowers, unconsciously curled up and pressed together, making a habitual little gesture of digging into the floor.
Just as the heavy kitchen knife was about to slip from her hand, Ouyang Rong's voice suddenly came from behind and below her:
"The pear fell, move your foot."
"ah?"
"What do you mean, 'Oh'? You're so clumsy. You're so forgetful when making fruit salad... Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, picked up a pear, stood up again, and placed the pear next to Xie Lingjiang's pale hand, which was gripping the hilt of his knife.
"Oh...no, not at all." She retorted instinctively.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the cutting board: "Should I do it?"
"It was all set, but someone got in the way..."
The blush on Xie Lingjiang's neck faded a bit. She muttered to herself arrogantly while glancing at her senior brother's expression out of the corner of her eye.
He picked up the pear again, walked to the water vat next to him, scooped water to wash the pear, his expression calm, as if nothing had just happened, revealing no clue.
But he was the one who made the first move and... made an embarrassing and inappropriate suggestion to her.
Why are you suddenly so well-behaved?
Or is she overthinking it?
Xie Lingjiang felt shy and guilty, and felt ashamed towards him. Actually, her senior brother was quite a gentleman at times; she had just been overthinking things...
Ouyang Rong nodded seriously: "Okay, I won't sit next to you anymore. I'll wait for you outside. Call me when the food is ready..."
Xie Lingjiang interrupted, "Wait, take these to wash too. You don't need to go out; it won't really affect anything."
"Okay." He replied calmly.
The ambiguous moment in front of the stove soon seemed to have been forgotten.
The noblewoman of the Xie family had no choice but to pretend to be confused.
Inside the kitchen, the two divided the work: one washed the fruit and pulp, while the other skillfully used a knife. The conversation returned to normal.
Xie Lingjiang was the first to break the silence:
"The reason why the Three Mountains of Talismans are named is because they share a common talisman system. Taiqing, Yuqing and Shangqing have the same origin but different sects. However, the cohesion of the three mountains is stronger than that of many sects on the mountain, which is due to this talisman system."
"In the Three Mountains of Talismans, direct disciples will be ordained after reaching adulthood and meeting the requirements, so that they can use talismans. However, not all Taoists can learn the Three Pure Ones' unique skills."
"Because the ancestral hall of the Sanqing Taoist sect can only produce a very limited number of top-grade talismans each year, namely red and black talismans, vermilion and purple talismans, and platinum talismans."
"There is naturally a strict screening threshold between who can use it and who cannot."
"Disciples of the Three Pure Ones need to go through layers of selection and testing. In the end, only a small group of people can enter the Ancestral Hall to become core members. As the backbone of the sect and future Celestial Masters, they will receive top-grade talismans from the Ancestral Hall and be able to use the Three Pure Ones' ultimate techniques."
"Therefore, the making of talismans has always been a closely guarded secret of the Three Pure Ones and the foundation of the sect's inheritance. In this way, even if the Three Pure Ones' ultimate techniques accidentally fall into the wrong hands, the Three Pure Ones Ancestral Hall, which controls the source of top-grade talismans, can still keep outsiders at bay."
Xie Lingjiang recalled for a moment, then skillfully cut the fruit with her delicate hands while slowly recounting her story.
"So it's normal for Lu Ya to be so wary; it shouldn't be that he immediately suspects and guards against his senior brother, but..."
She gently shook her head:
"As the current head of Maoshan Mountain and the third direct disciple of Master Yuan, I would never believe that he didn't have a hidden red or black talisman."
"Even that old Celestial Master Yuan's illegitimate son is a good-for-nothing, let alone him."
Ouyang Rong said thoughtfully:
"I subtly inquired about the ink and paper used to make top-grade talismans, and he inexplicably brought up some supernatural or ghostly matters, asking if I knew anything about them. Could it be related?"
Xie Lingjiang pondered for a moment and said:
"That's normal. Ordinary talismans can be drawn and made by Taoists at will, and the requirements for paper and ink are not high. However, since the Three Pure Ones Ancestral Hall can only produce a limited number of top-grade talismans even with all its efforts, it must require special spiritual materials from spirits and ghosts. This is not hard to guess. Hmm, it may even involve legendary mythical creatures and require mythical materials."
"Mythical creature?"
"The five insects possess mythical power. Well, the five insects are snail, scale, hair, feather, and insect, which can encompass all living beings in the world."
What is the difference between mythical creatures and ordinary spirits and ghosts?
Xie Lingjiang's pretty face turned serious:
"Those spirits and monsters are incomparable to mythical creatures; the latter are extremely rare."
"Senior Brother, mythical creatures possess pure and primordial mythical power. These mythical creatures are almost all descendants of those special beings from ancient times. After Yu the Great controlled the floods, they were fortunate enough to remain on the land of China. These ancient species are becoming increasingly rare, with each one that dies out, one less remains."
"Moreover, these mythical creatures are closely connected to certain mythical Dao lines, and even share the same origin with the mythical power of a certain Dao line, making their relationship mysterious."
Why is that?
"Because they all originated from the mythological era."
"The Age of Mythology?"
"There is an ancient book in my family's secret vault that records a mythical era that once existed in ancient times."
"All the mythical powers that exist in the world today, whether they are mythical creatures or mythical lineages, actually come from that mythical era."
"Until Yu the Great controlled the floods and ended the mythological era, Yu the Great cast the Nine Tripods, which contained all the power of mythology and were used to forever protect the land."
"From then on, the land of China entered the Bronze Age without mythology, and also the first dynasty of the human race, the Xia Dynasty."
"Nine Tripods? Were the tripods that the sword was originally made from cast during the time of Yu the Great's flood control efforts?"
Xie Lingjiang hesitated: "It should be."
"should?"
"My ancestors secretly passed down some things... The Nine Tripods, which sealed the power of mythology, were passed down from the Xia Dynasty to the Zhou Dynasty. When the Zhou royal family lost its virtue, Prince Chao fled to Chu. The Zhou royal archives moved south with him. When they crossed the Si River, the Nine Tripods were lost."
"Later, the Nine Tripods reappeared in the world during the Warring States period. Some people suspected that they were imitations made by the Zhou dynasty's treasure house and were not the original Nine Tripods. The reason was that the Nine Tripods were national treasures, signifying the mandate of heaven. The tripods controlled the fortune of the world, and whoever possessed them could become the ruler of the world."
"But at that time, the Zhou emperor could no longer rally the feudal lords. The rites and music of the Spring and Autumn period had collapsed. Even the appearance of the new Nine Tripods could not stop it in the slightest. So they were fake tripods used to win back the hearts of the people. Of course, they failed. The feudal lords and the scholar class did not buy into this."
"Well, the reason is a bit far-fetched, but it's not entirely unreasonable. Perhaps it's like the current Empress Wei of Luoyang. She also likes auspicious omens. Moreover, when the Empress Wei built the Mingtang in Luoyang, she also imitated it by making nine tripods, each named, and placing them in the Mingtang... But these are just names. The real nine tripods have been lost."
"However, the origin of these nine tripods is questionable, but they still started the Warring States period after the Spring and Autumn period. Qin destroyed the six states, but failed to collect all nine tripods. Then the remnants of the nobles of the six states made the first tripod sword, and the elixir of immortality was born. Then the second tripod was made by Qin... The First Emperor never collected all nine tripods or tripod swords before his death. Qin Er Shi died, but the era of tripod swords began."
Xie Lingjiang turned her head, her eyes clear and bright:
"Senior Brother, the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties all had tripods, which lasted for only three dynasties and about 1,800 years. Perhaps it is true, as the ancient books say, that Yu made nine tripods, which contain myths and can indeed forever suppress the fortune of the nine provinces and stabilize the royal power."
"But without the Nine Tripods, can't the world be unified? Can't the people live in peace and prosperity?"
"When the Zhou dynasty lost the Nine Tripods, successive dynasties vied for them. Throughout history, these struggles for the tripods since the pre-Qin period have transformed the tripods meant to protect the country and its people into swords used for killing. Countless heroes and powerful figures fought over them, only to end up with nothing. This perfectly matches your words that day: 'The titles and fates are dazzling, and the competition is as fierce as the fog.'"
"Until the mad emperor went mad and forged swords to his death, the Qian dynasty was established. Emperor Taizong Wen cleared the way, pacified the world, and established ancestral rules that the descendants of the Qian imperial family were not allowed to forge tripods and swords again, nor were they allowed to search for the Nine Tripods. He also said that the people are like water and the ruler is like a boat, which can carry the boat but also capsize it... Facts have proved that as long as the ruler is virtuous, widely implements the way of the king, and wins the hearts of the people with benevolence and righteousness, the people's hearts will be at peace, and the country can be unified without the Nine Tripods to add color."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "That makes sense. The Bronze Age of the Nine Tripods will inevitably pass, just like the ancient mythological era before it. Time moves forward, and no one can stop it. The Nine Tripods are just a symbol. Trying to obtain the tripods and thus the world is no different from trying to find a sword by marking the boat. The real Nine Tripods should be the hearts of the people."
After a pause, he asked, "Since the mythical power was sealed in the Nine Cauldrons by Yu the Great, what about the later mythical creatures and mythical lineages?"
Xie Lingjiang's expression turned serious:
"Senior Brother, that's a good question. Mythical creatures are ancient remnants, and the Qi cultivation techniques of the mythical Dao lineage originated from the Qi cultivators of the pre-Qin period. This coincided with the period when the Zhou Archives moved south and the Nine Tripods were lost. At the same time, some classic texts and knowledge monopolized by the Archives were scattered among the people, which promoted the rise of the Hundred Schools of Thought."
"These mythical powers, including the Qi Refining Technique, our Xie ancestors speculated that they likely originated from the real Nine Cauldrons, leaking out from them. Even the forging formulas for the cauldrons and swords were the source of both mythology and calamity."
"They all originated from the Nine Tripods...?"
Ouyang Rong muttered to himself for a while, then asked:
"Previously in Dragon City, I observed that the Great Queen of Yunmeng rode a large, snow-white bird with three legs and four eyes. It was intelligent and seemed to be called Insect Girl... Is this a spirit, a ghost, or a mythical creature?"
Xie Lingjiang frowned in thought: "It seems to be a kind of strange bird recorded in the folk customs of the Wu and Yue regions. The Yunmeng Marsh, which stretches for nine hundred miles, still retains the appearance of the marshland in the pre-Qin period and is still home to many strange creatures. This bird should not be a mythical creature, because mythical creatures cannot be tamed by ordinary people, not even the Snow Candle."
"Moreover, they may be even rarer than the celestial beings of Shenzhou... However, there is indeed a mythical creature in Yunmeng Sword Marsh, which most people in the mountains have heard of."
"What mythical creature?"
"A white ape carrying a sword."
Ouyang Rong raised an eyebrow.
Xie Lingjiang's eyelashes drooped slightly:
"This white ape has a deep connection with the Yue Nu Dao lineage, but it has no affiliation with the Nu Jun Palace. It's more like a symbiotic relationship. It only gets close to the Yue Chu Zi who possesses mythical spirituality. The Yue Chu Zi of each generation were found by the white ape. On certain days, the Yue Nu would follow the white ape for thousands of miles and finally bring the young Yue Chu Zi back. It's quite a tradition..."
The conversation quietly ended. Ouyang Rong wanted to ask more, but Xie Lingjiang turned her head and said:
“Lu Ya said that finding the Spirit Ink requires good fortune. If the material really came from mythical creatures, it wouldn’t be like this. Mythical creatures are mostly unique. If they were unique, they would definitely be monopolized by the Three Pure Ones. So don’t worry, Senior Brother, it’s more likely to be a special spirit or ghost. That’s why it requires good fortune and luck.”
"That would be best." Ouyang Rong sighed. The threshold for mastering the Three Pure Ones' ultimate techniques was truly high.
Soon, Xie Lingjiang's newly learned dish—Spring Orchid and Autumn Chrysanthemum—was finally prepared, plated, and served.
The two left the kitchen and went to the courtyard to eat. Ouyang Rong seemed to be in high spirits and picked up the chrysanthemum wine to gesture to Xie Lingjiang.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly touched the body of the teapot with the back of her hand, giving him a reproachful glare:
"It's late autumn, so it's not good to drink cold drinks. My stomach won't be able to handle it when I get old. Let's warm the wine. Senior Brother, wait a minute." She snatched the chrysanthemum wine, took it back to the kitchen, and warmed it up again.
"Okay, junior sister is very thoughtful." Ouyang Rong felt a warmth in her heart, nodded, and muttered to herself for no reason, "If you pour cold water on yourself, you'll easily get rheumatism as you get older."
Xie Lingjiang didn't hear her. A moment later, she returned carrying two jugs of warm wine. Ouyang Rong had already wolfed down the plate of "Spring Orchids and Autumn Chrysanthemums," leaving the plate bare. The so-called "Spring Orchids and Autumn Chrysanthemums" wasn't actually made with orchids and chrysanthemums, but rather with three autumn fruits: pomegranate, pear, and orange, mixed with a secret sauce.
Ouyang Rong's ravenous, ravenous appearance made Xie Lingjiang unable to suppress a laugh.
Are you full?
"good."
"What do you mean by 'not bad'? Would you like some more?"
"It's alright, I'm about 70% full. I'm not eating anymore, I need to save room."
"Why are you saving room in your stomach? And why are you eating so fast? You're not going to do anything this afternoon."
"Let's have a drink. We'll sit down and have a small drink together later," he suggested.
"I won't drink with you."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "I can help you with your eyebrows and makeup first."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at him: "Unsolicited kindness is either a trick or a theft."
"It's my first time drawing eyebrows for a woman, so please don't refuse."
"Wait, let's go." After a short while, Xie Lingjiang, who said one thing but meant another, still led Ouyang Rong to a boudoir and took out her eyebrow-drawing tools.
"No, senior brother, where are you taking the eyebrow pencil?"
"I see there's a hot spring in the east corner of the courtyard. Why don't you go soak your feet there? I'll do your eyebrows while I'm at it, and then we can have some drinks."
"Why would you go soak your feet for no reason?" Xie Lingjiang asked suspiciously.
Ouyang Rong retorted, "Could it be your bathwater, or some drinking spring water?"
"No, that spring is quite clean. It's only used for watering flowers."
"Then let's go water the flowers too."
"Watering the flowers?"
"Why is my junior sister guarding against me like I'm a thief?"
"You're a thief, aren't you?" she whispered.
"That's a righteous thief. He'll just say what he wants to do... Besides, if he really wanted to do something bad, why didn't he do it in the kitchen just now? It wasn't just an opportunity."
"That makes some sense, though not much."
"Forget it, I'll just go soak my feet and drink by myself..."
"No, okay, I'll go. You wait a minute. If we're drinking, we'll need glasses..."
"If the cups aren't enough, don't bother getting me any." Ouyang Rong led the way, heading towards the hot spring in the southeast corner of the courtyard.
Seeing his upright and honest back, Xie Lingjiang didn't think much of it and followed him to the spring. She took off her wooden clogs and socks, sat on the stone bricks by the water, raised her fair feet on tiptoe, tested the water temperature with her big toes, and after a while, breathed a sigh of relief and began to soak her feet in the hot spring water.
Ouyang Rong walked to her side, sat cross-legged on the ground without minding the dirt, turned to her side, picked up an eyebrow pencil, and began to draw her eyebrows.
Xie Lingjiang held a bronze mirror in her hand, secretly gazing at her unadorned face and his focused expression as he drew his eyebrows. A sweet smile filled her eyes.
The two started chatting.
"Why are you suddenly showing off your books today?" Ouyang Rong asked casually.
"Last time I saw the Qi in my senior brother, my realm loosened up a bit, and I wanted to break through in one go. So I started to reread the books I had read before. The one who flips through the book must start with flipping through the book."
"That makes sense. Did you learn anything?"
"There was no progress, but there were gains. It was precisely because I made no progress by going through old books that I realized something."
"What?"
"The next rank is called 'Sage.' What is a sage? One who possesses both talent and virtue. What do you think I lack, Senior Brother?"
"Junior Sister has no lack of virtue, but what she lacks... is talent?"
"To be precise, it's about literary talent. My father also mentioned that I'm suited for studying the classics, but I lack talent in poetry. Even though my senior brother enlightened me in the maple forest that day and I saw that talent, it's still hard to break through. The problem is probably right here."
"You have a refined air about you. No wonder I saw that basket of red leaves on your desk earlier, and you were looking at them."
"Although they are old poems, they do feel more after reading them. They are indeed lacking in literary style."
Looking at his junior sister with a slight frown, Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:
"Literary talent, you mean writing poetry?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
Ouyang Rong's eyes flickered with interest, but Xie Lingjiang grasped his hand and sighed, "The literary talent of one school alone is not enough. A reader must be well-read and not confined to one school. Senior Brother has helped me so much, yet I still haven't broken through. Besides being slow-witted, it's also because the literary talent of one person alone has limited benefits."
“I see…” Ouyang Rong nodded. Actually, he wanted to test whether the many poems from his previous life that he had memorized could be considered different literary styles.
A moment later, Ouyang Rong finished drawing her eyebrows. Xie Lingjiang sat on the edge of the pool, hugged her knees, and looked down, using the water near her feet as a mirror to see her reflection. Her lips seemed to taste honey as she turned her head with a sweet smile and said emotionally, "How can Senior Brother be so patient? Ordinary men would not lower themselves to do this. You, you just know how to coax me... If you want to drink, I'll pour you some. You can rest."
Ouyang Rong smiled without saying a word, glancing at the beautiful woman's newly painted eyebrows.
Xie Lingjiang is not yet twenty years old. Her skin is naturally tender and supple, and she is stunningly beautiful even without makeup. Now, with a touch of powder, she is truly as beautiful as a peach blossom and as lovely as jade.
Xie Lingjiang rested her chin on one hand and poured wine with the other: "I'm arranging flowers in a vase today because I have several chrysanthemum appreciation banquets arranged with Sister Guo'er, and I need to take them with me. Those literary gatherings must be the most literary places in Xunyang City, so I'll go and have a look."
"How about I recommend someone to you? They might help you accumulate literary talent."
"Who?" Xie Lingjiang realized, "Rong Zhen?"
"No." Ouyang Rong said, puzzled. "It's Yuan Huaimin. I always felt that old guy was something else. Strange, how did you guess Rong Zhen?"
"Compared to ordinary Qi practitioners, Yin Yang practitioners can see a lot of Qi. I thought you wanted her to help you find out where the literary Qi is strong in Xunyang City."
"The Yin-Yang School is so skilled at observing qi? They can even see literary qi?" His expression shifted slightly.
"Yes, but it can't be done down to the individual level. This is beyond the scope of Qi cultivators. It requires some rare spirits. Don't worry, Senior Brother."
Ouyang Rong breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly asked, "Have you been seeing her frequently lately?"
"What are you thinking about?" Ouyang Rong gave him a chestnut.
Xie Lingjiang glared and covered her forehead, immediately defiant and wanting to fight back, but her wrists were twisted behind her back.
Amidst the playful banter, Ouyang Rong laughed and said, "But what you said does make sense. I'll ask Rong Zhen another day where he has a strong literary air."
"Don't ask her." Xie Lingjiang said urgently, "I don't need help from an outsider like her, I don't need it."
“No.” Ouyang Rong shook his head, his tone leaving no room for doubt: “Your promotion is more important.”
Xie Lingjiang turned her pretty face away, biting her lip and whispering, "It's not that I'm jealous, it's that I'm afraid you'll give yourself away. I'm already catching you red-handed, and if I find out it's you..."
Fortunately, Junior Sister doesn't know about the purple undergarment yet... Ouyang Rong coughed:
"I think we should try talking to Yuan Huaimin first. He always seems to be pulling out that little booklet; I have a feeling he's hiding something..."
The two chatted for a while longer and prepared to drink. Ouyang Rong looked around, bent down, and patiently picked up a few items.
Xie Lingjiang asked in confusion, "Why did you pick up my wooden clogs and tabi socks, Senior Brother?"
Ouyang Rong remained silent, casually tossing his wooden clogs far away, and also carelessly tossing his snow-white socks into the spring water.
She instinctively stopped her, urgently saying, "No, what will I wear if I get wet?"
Ouyang Rong glanced at Xie Lingjiang, who was unable to escape after losing her shoes and socks, and suddenly reached into the water, grabbing a pair of snow-white and delicate bare feet from the hot spring.
"What...what are you going to do?" Her delicate feet arched nervously, like two crescent moons, her voice weak: "It tickles..."
Ouyang Rong remained silent. With his other hand, he picked up a pot of warm wine and placed it directly above a pair of exquisite jade feet. He slowly poured the murky wine, and the trickling stream flowed onto the sensitive ankles tied with red ropes. The slippery wine flowed down the beautiful curve of the woman's taut arches and dripped into the misty spring below, making a tinkling sound.
"Junior sister, in our family, we can't waste anything." He suddenly said with extreme seriousness.
"Isn't it a waste for Senior Brother to just pour out drinks indiscriminately?" Xie Lingjiang said in a trembling voice.
"I mean...this."
He squeezed the plump little lotus flower hard with his palm. It not only had a good bone structure but also a fleshy feel. It was truly a top-quality piece.
Xie Lingjiang trembled as if she had been electrocuted, her long legs straightening from her toes. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she stared at her senior brother, who seemed to be in a bad mood. "Let go of me, I... I'm so embarrassed." She looked around in a flustered manner.
"Well, since Junior Sister isn't hiding it, then I won't hide it either."
At this point, as if remembering something, Ouyang Rong waved the wine pot in his hand at her, his tone somewhat embarrassed:
"Sorry, this pot has some dogwood added, so it might be a bit spicy and hot later."
"..." Xie Lingjiang.
Ouyang Rong blinked, glancing down every now and then with a somewhat malicious expression.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly understood why her senior brother had been so well-behaved in the kitchen. He was up to no good. Maybe he had been watching her picking her feet while he was squatting down to pick up pears, so he acted like nothing was wrong, tricked her into lowering her guard, and finally coaxed her to the spring to wash her feet.
Also, the idea of leaving yourself 70% full is true, and it's true that you're here to drink warm wine, but it's not just about drinking wine, there are also... snacks to go with the wine.
With a "shaking" sound.
The bronze mirror fell from Xie Lingjiang's hand. She bit her finger, blushing deeply, and leaned back, shrinking back as she tried to scold him:
"No...no...this is absolutely not allowed...who drinks like that...don't mess around...if you keep drinking, I'll drink you too...ouch, it's so itchy..."
The handsome young man gave a mischievous smile:
"Go ahead and try to take my shirt off. Let's see who dares to go shirtless more. By the way, is this the foot that kicked me? That kick when we first met was really hard. Junior sister, could you please ask it if it ever thought it would fall into the clutches of evil today? It must be punished without mercy today, so it will learn its lesson."
"You bastard... Senior Brother, how dare you..." Her cheeks were flushed, and no matter how hard she punched him, she couldn't get rid of this bad guy. Tears welled up in her eyes as she laughed: "Ugh... It tickles... Hahaha... Stop tickling... Please stop tickling... I won't... It won't... Hahaha... Waaaaah hahaha..."
The usually proud, reserved, and dignified Xie Lingjiang completely chickened out. Her stubbornness failed her, and she begged for mercy at the last minute. Unfortunately, it was too late for her...
An afternoon passed quickly, though it might have felt very long to the two people in the room. Fortunately, the boudoir was large, and their intimate conversations couldn't escape.
As evening approached, the man, who had been seven-tenths full, was now completely stuffed. With some barely noticeable teeth marks on his neck, he returned home in a state of heightened sexual desire, leaving behind a beautiful woman by the spring, limp as a rag doll, her teeth aching from biting—she had truly turned rosy-cheeked—who wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
The setting sun casts its rays upon the quiet, deserted hot spring.
On the ground beside the spring, two wine jugs lay overturned, not a drop of wine left. A few chewed chrysanthemum petals were scattered on the ground, showing that not a single drop of wine was wasted.
In the pool, the clear spring water, steaming and bubbling, was playfully churning with the scent of sweat and alcohol, just like the two figures entwined in strange positions not long ago.
Occasionally, one or two white socks can be seen floating on the water's surface, the wet, wrinkled fabric looking as if they've been through a lot of damage, but it's unclear what they've endured...
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