Xu Ziyi rolled back onto the bed and lay down again.
When Lan Jinxiang lifted the gauze curtain and looked back, she saw the man with his clothes in disarray, half of his raven - black hair loose. On his fair, smooth chest like jade stood two trembling cyan bamboo clips.
There was a kind of beauty in his being abused.
Below was his slender waist, with well - defined abdominal muscles that extended all the way to his legs covered by his clothes. Those legs were straight and long.
Lan Jinxiang was a bit stunned. For the first time, she found that Second Master Xu had such a good figure.
So good that it made her drool.
She lay on her side, propping her head up with her elbow, looking lazy and aloof.
She reached out and rubbed his lips, making them turn bright red. She listened contentedly to the man's heavy breathing.
"I didn't expect that after not seeing you for a few years, you, this little loser, have built such a good figure," Lan Jinxiang murmured. "But so what? No matter how much you train, you can't beat me."
She lowered her head and traced the shape of his lips.
Licking and biting, tugging at his lips with her teeth.
It didn't seem like a tender moment but more like venting her anger.
More moans spilled from the man's slightly open mouth. His hands behind his back couldn't help but tightly clutch the quilt beneath him.
Even his thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a mist of moisture in his eyes.
"Humph!" Lan Jinxiang loved to see Xu Ziyi being so badly bullied by her.
"Can't take it already?" She reached out and stroked his bobbing Adam's apple, and her fair hand kept moving down.
She touched one of the bamboo clips and pulled it off with a jerk!
The man's chest suddenly jolted, and he let out a startled cry. His chest heaved rapidly.
"Xiang'er, be gentle..." He finally couldn't help but plead with a trembling voice.
"Did I hurt you?" There was an innocent look in Lan Jinxiang's eyes, but her hands and actions didn't stop for a moment. Instead, she became even more intense.
More intermittent moans spilled from the man's mouth.
Xu Ziyi's back and waist were tense, his upper body almost lifting off the bed. The mist in his eyes was about to overflow.
He pleaded with a trembling voice, "Xiang'er... I can't take it anymore..."
Seeing his slightly furrowed brows, watery eyes, and a face as rosy as a peach blossom, Lan Jinxiang was very satisfied.
She kicked him with her toe. "Do you really want it now?"
Xu Ziyi nodded.
Lan Jinxiang's smiling face suddenly turned cold. She kicked him off the bed with one foot. "Get out!"
There was a loud thud on the floor.
Xu Ziyi lay on the ground for a while, unable to come to his senses.
Lan Jinxiang tidied up her clothes and sat on the bed. "I'm not satisfied with you. Your performance is far worse than my male favorites in Tartary. I don't want you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the formerly obedient man suddenly showed his fangs. His hands tied by the belt suddenly broke free. He leaped onto the bed in an instant and pinned her down.
There was a hint of ferocity on his face. "Say something about your male favorites in Tartary again if you dare."
Lan Jinxiang was surprised and tried to resist, but found that her hands were pinned above her head and she couldn't move at all.
"Xu Ziyi!" Lan Jinxiang cried out in panic. "Let go of me!"
Why was he so different from what she had always known?
She felt that she might not be able to beat this loser.
The man stared at her fiercely and said, "Lan Jinxiang, do you really think I can't beat you?"
"All these years, I've just been indulging you."
Lan Jinxiang was stunned for a moment and then continued to struggle stubbornly.
Xu Ziyi let out a sneer.
His hands held her firmly in place.
The Xu family was the first meritorious family of the founding of the country. Xu Ying conquered the world by force. How could his son be a weak scholar?
He just liked her and knew that although she disliked weak scholars on the surface, in fact, she liked them very much. That was a contradictory nature.
So all along, he never revealed his strength and just let her bully him.
But she dared to mention those male favorites in Tartary in front of him again and again to provoke him.
If the tiger doesn't show its claws, she thinks he's a sick cat.
Lan Jinxiang struggled for a while and finally stopped when she ran out of strength.
Only then did she realize that after all, the other was a man. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't beat a man.
She blinked her eyes, feeling that her perception had undergone a earth - shattering change.
The fierce side of the man made her feel strange, like a wild beast showing its sharp fangs.
Her heart trembled. She quickly put on her tough appearance again and blew into the man's ear. "I won't mention it again... Didn't you say you'd do anything I said?"
The ferocity on the man's face was blown away by her breaths.
The guise of the gentle and weak handsome man came back immediately. He nodded obediently and let go of his hands.
Lan Jinxiang scrambled to sit up and looked at him warily.
Unexpectedly, he hesitated and asked, "Then, can we continue?"
"No!" Lan Jinxiang refused without hesitation. "Get out!"
She needed time to digest the shock of today.
Xu Ziyi looked at her eagerly. He even picked up the bamboo clips on the ground and handed them to her, as if trying to please her. "I promise I won't resist this time. Why don't you try again?"
Lan Jinxiang hesitated for a moment but finally couldn't resist her inner desire to abuse handsome men.
She successfully compromised.
A cold breeze lingered on the windowsill. Occasionally, it blew through the pearl curtains and wind chimes in the room, making a tinkling sound.
The breeze blew open a corner of the gauze curtain, revealing a pair of snow - white long legs, faintly visible.
The servants in the Plum Garden walked in a hurry, all with blushing faces.
In the winter of the second year of Xuanwen in Daye.
This was the second Spring Festival after the young emperor ascended the throne.
The capital was filled with joy everywhere. Lanterns and red silk fluttered, dispelling the cold of winter.
There were repeated reports of great victories from the front, which made the common people and court officials sing the praises of the young emperor, lauding him as a wise ruler.
Of course, more praises were for the regent, Song Yinghuai.
The Tartary tribe, which had troubled Daye for decades, had its khan Wendusu's army completely forced into the Qilian Mountains. And other princes within Tartary took the opportunity to launch attacks and fought for territory in the country, proclaiming themselves kings.
Now Tartary was in pieces and no longer a threat. Wendusu had become the target of assassination within the Tartary tribe.
With the powerful army of Daye in front and the hidden arrows of Tartary behind.
Wendusu was surrounded on all sides. He retreated into the Qilian Mountains and stubbornly resisted relying on the familiar mountain terrain.
Just when everyone thought the victory anthem was about to be played, Wendusu took advantage of the heavy snow in the Qilian Mountains and lured the pursuing Yan army into a trap!
After a shocking avalanche, there came news that shocked everyone.
The commander - in - chief of the three armies, Song Yinghuai, was buried in the snow and his whereabouts were unknown.
The Qilian Mountains were rich in rare medicinal herbs. Lan Guifan was struggling to climb up the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back. The gray wolf named Aye beneath his feet pushed his soles with its head to help him exert force.
In a blink of an eye, a year had passed.
The three - member family lived a good life here. They made a living by collecting medicinal herbs, picking mountain treasures, and hunting bear paws. Their days were full of joy.
They also picked up a wounded wild wolf and successfully made it part of their family.
Lan Guifan finally climbed up a cliff. He looked back at Aye and said, "Aye! Come up!"
But Aye at the bottom of the cliff didn't move. It was desperately digging in the snow in a nearby area, whining in its mouth.
Lan Guifan frowned. He felt something strange and jumped back down.
After half of the snow was dug away, a corner of a garment unexpectedly appeared.
"Wow!" Lan Guifan gasped. "There's someone buried under here!"
He didn't dare to delay and quickly started digging with Aye.
Soon, the face of the person in the snow was revealed.
A handsome but bloodless face appeared.
Lan Guifan was stunned for a moment. "It's the attire of a Daye soldier! Aye, quickly save him!"
He rummaged through the medicinal herbs in his bamboo basket, found some stones, and started pounding them on the spot.
Aye let out a grunt and lay on the man, covering his chest with its warm belly.
Lan Guifan quickly pounded the medicinal herbs. He pulled open the man's clothes and applied the herbs to all his important wounds first.
"Aye, carry him on your back. Let's go home!"