The Spring of Mei Feng

When Yang JingTian returned from hunting, there was no wedding ceremony as he had anticipated.

After dinner, Yang JingTian was not privy to their room arrangements. Seizing the moment while Meng Rui stepped out, he couldn't resist asking Meng Lin and Lan Mei Feng, "Who am I sleeping with tonight?"

Meng Lin gave him a cool glance and said, "You're sleeping by yourself."

Undeterred, JingTian asked, "Then where will the three of you sleep?"

"We'll have two in one room — Mei Feng and I, and Rui'er will sleep alone. As for you," Meng Lin teased, "you can sleep on the bench outside."

Yang JingTian protested, "That's not fair; why should I?"

Meng Lin replied smugly, "If you disagree, feel free to enjoy the sea breeze outside."

Yang JingTian fell silent; under someone else's roof, he had to bow his head.

Watching JingTian appear dejected, Meng Lin felt inwardly triumphant. But little did she know, Yang JingTian had already calculated his move.

As night descended, the wide expanse of grasslands underneath the council of heaven gradually dimmed, as if clouds veiled the blushing moon, too coy to witness the fervent scene upon the earth. It seemed the moon draped itself behind the black veil of night, while the persistent cool breeze continued to whisper secrets carried from the meadow — evolving from soft, rustling sighs to deep, melodic moans, culminating in intense, breathless cries coupled with the sounds of earnest physical union.

Lan Meifeng, amidst the fierce onslaught of Yang JingTian, was not just moaning and screaming. Her voluptuous and shapely legs tightly wrapped around Yang JingTian's waist, twisting up and down like a snake.

The wild thrusts, accompanied by the sensuous chants that penetrated to the bone, filled Meifeng's already stunning jade-like face with an expression of otherworldly desire, making her even more enchanting. Her captivating and bewitching autumn-water eyes, already alluring, became even more seductive as they glowed with fiery lust.

Suddenly, Meifeng's upper body forcefully lifted, emitting a long cry. Her beautiful eyes widened, and her enticing rose-red complexion instantly covered her entire delicate body. Then followed a long-lasting tremor, and her voluptuous body was pressed down heavily by Yang JingTian. Her eyes glazed over, her delicate nose quivered, and her rosy, exquisite lips trembled for a moment before she began to breathe heavily. Her seductive nature, naturally, reached a climax that was more intense and fierce than an ordinary person's.

Yet, Yang JingTian's desire was still unquenched. He launched a more ferocious attack on the beauty beneath him. Moments later, the grassy lawn echoed with lewd moans and passionate whispers. The subsequent enticing moans would stop and then resound again, and Meifeng herself lost count of how many times she had experienced climax.

Each time the deep, marrow-penetrating pleasure surged, her flower-like entrance erupted like volcanic lava, as if her soul had already disintegrated. Then, the previously wild and passionate energy, carried by the spreading sensation of bone-tingling ecstasy during climax, receded like a tide, leaving her body utterly weak, devoid of any strength. She doubted if she could muster even the slightest bit of force.

After several eruptions, Meifeng had lost track of time. She truly felt drained. Raising her gaze, she saw Yang JingTian's handsome face still burning red, his eyes filled with desire. With a tender movement, she tightly squeezed her legs around her beloved's waist and thrust upward with all her might, pulling his head down forcefully. Her lips fervently met his face, kissing him wildly, occasionally using her pearl-like teeth to bite his facial muscles, leaving no part untouched—nose, eyes, ears, none were neglected.

"My dear husband, everything is for you, Meifeng gives you everything."

The moon emerged once again, and moonlight once more enveloped them.

Yang JingTian, moved by tenderness, lowered his head and gently nibbled on her delicate nose, softly calling out, "Meifeng, I love you."

The two of them merged once again.

After a hearty dinner, JingTian secretly made plans with Lan Mei Feng to meet on the hills, and they shared a tender moment.

Once the intensity had subsided, Lan Mei Feng lay gently on Yang JingTian's stout chest and whispered, "My lord, have you considered how you'll care for Rui'er?"

JingTian, caught off guard, said, "Rui'er?"

Lan Mei Feng probed further, "Surely you realize what is in Rui'er's heart, don't you?"

"I do," JingTian acknowledged somberly, but the complex relationship between mother and daughter left him unsure of how to speak his mind.

"Are you more concerned about Lin's embarrassment or Rui'er's inability to accept?" inquired Lan Mei Feng.

"It's the prospect of hurting them both that I fear," JingTian admitted.

"But what's done is done," Lan Mei Feng noted.

"As long as I do not entertain the thought with Rui'er, things can still be proper," JingTian reasoned.

"You have yet to shake off the confinements of propriety. How can you traverse the pugilistic world, stuck in the mud of traditional teachings?" Lan Mei Feng challenged.

JingTian was speechless.

"We pirates live by happiness and joy. Isn't life all about seeking pleasure? If there's affection, pursue it boldly. The martial fraternity isn't bound by such rigid conventions. Besides, Rui'er is only Lin's adopted daughter," Lan Mei Feng continued.

Stunned, JingTian managed, "You knew?"

Lin told me. She truly doesn't mind, as long as Rui'er finds happiness. I've come to see Lin's point," Lan Mei Feng explained.

JingTian pondered, "What exactly did she say?"

With a mischievous grin, Lan Mei Feng teased, "Lin said, with just the two of us, you'd wear us out. Your vigor can't be matched by one or two wives; it seems inevitable you'd have many."

Yang JingTian felt a sense of gratification to be understood, silently cheering for understanding.

"This place is wonderful; the open space under the night is so enticing," JingTian sighed contentedly.

"It would be perfect if we had a house here," Lan Mei Feng mused.

With a sly smile and a soft kiss, JingTian whispered in her ear, "Funny you should mention that—I promised Lin to build a house right here, we'll all live in it."

Lan Mei Feng's eyes widened with surprise and glee, still flushed from passion. Despite showing signs of fatigue, her face glowed, her beauty amplified to an unparalleled extent.

JingTian admired her and said, "It turns out that love is the elixir that makes women most beautiful. You are even more stunning now than before."

"Are you mocking me?" Lan Mei Feng pouted playfully, her arms snaking around him.

JingTian smirked, "How could I? Tell me, when did you fall for me?"

The cunning in Lan Mei Feng's eyes deepened, her beautiful gaze teasing as she replied, "With just one look at a man of your stature, I couldn't help but feel affection. Is that so wrong?"

"Then I must thank your first glance for my good fortune," Yang JingTian said with pride.

"Actually, when you overpowered Chen Zhai, I knew I was no match for you. Yet, I could never have imagined your skin would be impenetrable," Lan Mei Feng said, half in jest.

Yang JingTian grinned haughtily, "It's much more than that," he boasted, his embrace reaffirming their connection under the moonlit night.

Under the cascade of moonbeams and the rustle of the spring breeze, JingTian gently divorced Lan Mei Feng from her worries, time and again, reigniting their moments of ecstasy.