Chapter 19: Three Rules

The lights are coming on.

　　The sky is warm and the north wind is bleak. In the backyard of the Liangzhou City Lord's Mansion, the liquid from the candlestick drips down the straight wax rod onto the serving plate. In the dim candlelight, one can see the enchanting scene of the empress masturbating herself behind the curtains of the phoenix bed.

　　Ji Shaolang, kneeling in front of his mother's bed, swallowed deeply, and listened to his mother's words, "Were you very happy watching what you saw outside just now?" His heart was pounding, and he didn't know how to answer.

　　"Of course I am happy."

　　As soon as the words fell, Feng Chuang let out a groan in surprise. Ji Shaolang, who was crawling on the ground, felt a few drops of hot water falling on his back. His penis, which had just been stroked, felt hot and started to move again.

　　"Um."

　　Then the curtain was pulled up, and a pair of beautiful feet stepped lightly on the side of Ji Shaolang's head. The footsteps were soft, and the clothes slipped down inch by inch, covering Ji Shaolang's body, with the smell of milk and meat drifting all over the place.

　　"Are you happy just like this? Really..." The empress didn't continue talking. She stood in front of the wooden table and bronze mirror in the wing room. Her rosy face and fair body formed a beautiful match. "Aren't you afraid that your mother will really give up her body? Are you willing to let that rat-eyed guy climb onto your bed?"

　　Ji Shaolang stared at the floor, his eyes glowing with light, and then he replied directly: "I am unwilling to accept this."

　　"Oh." The empress raised her eyebrows, pressed her plump buttocks on the chair, picked up the eyebrow pencil from the table and lightly drew it, her phoenix eyes flickered under her eyebrows, and the two expressions of nobility and charm appeared in her eyes at the same time.

　　"If you are happy, why do you look so angry?" The empress squinted at her son through the bronze mirror. Seeing that he did not respond, she turned her head away and said in a more stern tone: "Get up and dress your mother."

　　Ji Shaolang took a deep breath and stood up obediently, only looking up for a moment and casually glancing ahead.

　　The empress of the Xia Dynasty was naked, and the curves of her snow-smooth back were exposed. Her long, silky silver hair flowed from her shoulders to her proud breasts, covering her red cherries and exposing a large area of ​​her breasts.

　　Not only that, looking down with the reflection of the bronze mirror, Ji Shaolang could even see his mother's lower body and the lush flowers between her slightly apart legs.

　　A gentle night breeze blew, and the hanging orchid tree in the courtyard trembled. Ji Shaolang freed one hand to wipe the sweat off his face and walked towards his mother.

　　A faint fragrance filled his nose. Ji Shaolang used his hands to lift up his mother's long silver hair. His fingers accidentally brushed across his mother's pink skin. His technique was just a slight touch, but it felt very soft. Shaolang's penis couldn't help but begin to grow bigger.

　　Looking into the bronze mirror, the empress suddenly said, "Lang'er, not everyone can sit on my mother's phoenix bed."

　　The dragon-carved golden hairpin was tied into a bun made of silver hair. Shao Lang hummed and said softly, "I know, but can the Queen Mother..."

　　The empress hesitated as she raised her eyebrows slightly, and the two vast hills trembled: "Can I ask what?"

　　After Ji Shaolang fixed the empress's hair, his eyes quickly moved down along his mother's body. He took a deep breath and curled his lips, saying, "I understand that my mother wants someone to relieve the phoenix lust in her body, but... it's too despicable to find someone like Ye Guhan."

　　"Um!"

　　The empress's nasal voice was like a flute, and she hummed softly, neither salty nor light. She then tilted her head slightly to admire the hair styled by the child. Her graceful and noble beauty contained an indescribable charm. She continued, "Then, in Lang'er's opinion, what kind of man is worthy of stepping into the bed of your mother?"

　　What kind of man?

　　Father?

　　I don't know. Shao Lang has never seen Emperor Hong Qing since he was born. In Shao Lang's opinion, there is no man in the Xia Dynasty who is completely worthy of his mother.

　　"No man in the Xia Dynasty is qualified to step on my mother's phoenix bed!" Thinking of this, Shao Lang expressed his inner thoughts in a decisive tone.

　　The empress was stunned when she heard this. Is there no qualified man in the Xia Dynasty?

　　Perhaps it does seem to be so now. The person she once loved was such a favored child of heaven that all the immortal practitioners admired him. After his death, she married into the royal family and became an empress.

　　At this moment, how many men can fight on the same level as the empress?

　　Judging from her cultivation level, Empress Dongfang Lan has already advanced to the ninth level of Dongxu and dominates the top of the immortal path. Even Shangguan Yuhe, the female swordsman of Jiuzhou, is slightly inferior to her.

　　In terms of power, the empress is the ruler of the world; no matter who she is, everyone in Daxia must bow their head in front of her.

　　Just as Shao Lang said, there was indeed no man in the Xia Dynasty who was worthy of being the empress.

　　only...

　　The empress suddenly moved her buttocks, folded her arms and stood up: "Is there really no man in the Xia Dynasty worthy of my mother?"

　　Since he was a few points taller than Shao Lang, under the condescending gaze, Shao Lang swallowed silently, his eyes unconsciously lingering over his mother's body.

　　The empress has a tall figure, more than eight feet tall but not thin, and every part of her body is just right. Although she is not young anymore, the cultivation of immortality can preserve her youth and beauty, allowing her to always remain in the state of a mortal woman of about 29 or 30 years old. This makes her look a little more plump and mature than other young women.

　　Especially the pair of stunningly long legs, white, soft, well-proportioned and distinct; the calves are slender and big, and the legs are plump and beautiful, both are just right. When you step on the high heels with a little force, the tight lines are also powerful enough, often giving people the feeling of flying to the ninth heaven.

　　Ji Shaolang only loved three women in his life. One was his wife Wei Suyi, but that was a royal marriage and it took a long time for the love to accumulate; the other was his sister Dongfang Jiuyuan. Although the fact that they had different fathers and mothers was not known to outsiders, they still had family affection for each other, and this kind of love was more of a blood relationship, the love of relatives.

　　Then the last one is naturally the empress. Ji Shaolang has an inexplicable feeling for his mother. Maybe it is because his mother is really beautiful, or maybe it is the inexplicable feeling of closeness and love between children and their mothers.

　　Or perhaps it was because he was used to seeing all kinds of incest, wife-sacrificing and mother-sacrificing among the noble families in Kyoto, which led to his many quirks.

　　"Really?"

　　The empress's lazy voice pulled Shao Lang back from his wandering reverie. The two stood facing each other, less than a few inches apart. If the empress took another step forward, her soft breasts might even press against Shao Lang's chest.

　　Seeing that Shao Lang did not respond, the empress blinked her light golden phoenix eyes again, raised her beautiful hand and placed it on Shao Lang's chest, her lips curved, her breathing fluctuating: "Then Lang'er, as His Royal Highness the King of Chu of the Xia Dynasty and the son of the empress, is not worthy of me and cannot step onto the phoenix bed?"

　　This is simply...

　　Ridiculous, so ridiculous.

　　Ji Shaolang really wanted to say this at this moment, but he was sure it would be a lie. Shaolang had been thinking about this step for a long time, but he was hesitant to take it. He didn't know what his mother was thinking.

　　But you have to pose in such a seductive way in front of my child. Please, you are the empress, my mother, can you not be so... so coquettish?

　　What if I really can't help it?

　　Under the Nisen Bridge in Kyoto, all the nonsense written in the erotic history of the empress that cost three cents a copy, about the empress having an affair with the Prince of Yi and committing adultery with the prince, have come true!

　　Ji Shaolang stood up straight, wanting to nod very much, but he didn't dare to, fearing that it would be recorded harshly in the history books. He said: "If your mother's lust has not been suppressed, your son has already taken out the Fusang leaves from the forbidden land of the Sand Sea... Hey hey!"

　　Dongfang Lan has the body of a phoenix and possesses a top-grade fire spiritual root. After becoming the empress, she borrowed the dragon energy of humanity and quickly cultivated from the peak of Huayun to the ninth level of Dongxu in just a dozen years. Of course, such a shortcut has its drawbacks.

　　The disadvantage is the extreme yang. The fire of the Five Elements is generated by the heart, which also causes the empress's sexual desire to rise year by year. Sometimes when it reaches a point where it can't be suppressed, the whole person will become as sexy as if she has taken aphrodisiac.

　　Therefore, every time after a period of time, the empress needs to adjust and suppress it, such as practicing dual cultivation between men and women to pass out the excess yang fire, or taking a bath and playing with jade objects that contain cold air.

　　But now the empress can no longer suppress herself.

　　Click.

　　Shao Lang leaned against the screen, with the empress's plump breasts pressing against his chest. Her breasts were very huge, and it could be said that they reached the extreme of her figure. If they were a little bigger, they would be too huge, and if they were a little less, they would be too delicate. However, they were also too big to be held with one hand.

　　But what I never expected was that even with my chest completely pressed in front of me, I didn't feel any weight at all, and the places I touched were as soft as tofu.

　　"Hey... Mother, what's wrong with you?! I have hibiscus leaves here!!!"

　　"Why!"

　　"Eh? Um, mother, why do you look so worried?"

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　　The night rain fell softly.

　　The city lord's mansion was filled with the atmosphere of spring, in a room somewhere in the competition venue.

　　A finished chess game, two jars of empty wine, he was lying on the bed, not obsessed with chess, holding a book in his hands, and falling into a deep sleep.

　　Swoosh, swoosh——

　　The breeze woke up the swallows living under the eaves, and the ginkgo leaves in the mountain stream of Zuiqingxuan slowly fell.

　　In a large courtyard deep in the mountains, in an open pavilion, there was an overturned wine jar on a square table, and a man was slumped over on a rush platform and sleeping soundly. His lips moved from time to time in his sleep, mumbling words like: Shangguan... Shangguan, Su Qingshan, you damn guy, why is the world such a mess?

　　As the sun was setting in the west, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard from outside the attic. A Zui Qing Xuan disciple, his clothes in disarray, knelt down under the man and shouted, "Elder Qi, Elder Qi, please wake up. A famous Confucian cultivator has come down the mountain and has already reached Yingchun Pavilion."

　　Qi Buchi, who was slowly waking up from sleep, slowly opened his eyes and said, "More than 3,000 disciples can't stand up to a Confucian cultivator. I usually let you practice with the Sect Master more often, and then I'll see how useless you all are!"

　　The disciple smiled awkwardly. He also wanted to practice dual cultivation with Sect Master Xue to improve himself, but with more than 3,000 disciples in the sect, it would only be a few times a month.

　　"That's all." Qi Bu Chi stood up and stretched himself. "Where is the person? I'll go and wait for him myself."

　　"No!"

　　A deep and handsome voice reached his ears. Qi Bu Chi looked in the direction of the voice and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's you!"

　　Outside the door of the pavilion, there stood a middle-aged Confucian cultivator who was nearly thirty years old. When Qi Buchi looked over, the Confucian cultivator threw the Zuiqingxuan disciple who was being held by one hand out and walked into the pavilion.

　　Qi Bu Chi paused for a moment and said hesitantly, "Xu You, you don't come to my temple for no reason. I didn't invite you to my Zui Qing Xuan to practice dual cultivation and ask about love."

　　"Who cares about that Qianjiao Zhaoshui?" After sitting down next to Qi Buchi, Xu You said, "I came here to play a game with you today."

　　After these words were spoken, Qi Bu Chi's face turned solemn. This idiot was not here to fight, but to play chess with him?

　　So he said solemnly: "Did I hear you right? You, Xu You, are willing to play chess? Did Hong Qing pass away, or did the sky rain gold and the moon appear in broad daylight?"

　　Xu You nodded, waved his hand and sorted the disordered chess pieces on the table into a half-finished chess game, and said: "Flying dragons ride on clouds, and soaring snakes swim in the mist. When the clouds are gone and the mist is clear, dragons and snakes are no different from earthworms and ants. I am not far from what you said. Enough of the small talk, I will go first!"

　　As he was speaking, Xu You picked up seven white chess pieces and scattered them all over the chessboard, then stared at the chess pieces without being distracted.

　　Qi Buchi also stopped talking, looked at the chessboard and picked up the white piece, frowned and put it down: "Is it the destiny of heaven? Is it the place of the earth? Is it the place of the sun and the moon? No, the world respects this and it is the best, which is not for you."

　　After he finished speaking, Qi Bu Chi picked up the six black pieces and put them down: "The Tao cannot be separated from us for even a moment. If it can be separated, it is not the Tao. Why?"

　　Xu You was silent for a moment, and formed a front game with Qi Bu Chi, and then began to exchange black pieces: "Softness can overcome hardness, and weakness can overcome strength."

　　As he was speaking, Xu You picked up the piece that had just fallen and threw it aside: "But Lidu is not the Tao."

　　Watching Xu You drop the chess piece and throw it away, Qi Bu Chi's eyes moved slightly: "All things grow, and people are no different. If there is no solution, what solution is there?"

　　"To seize the land and the heaven, the land is divided into three states, but there is still a variable, that is our generation of cultivators!" Xu You pondered, and his turbid eyes gradually became clear: "This is a balance, but also a variable."

　　As he spoke, Xu You looked up to the north, pointed his finger and turned into a barrier to block any possible prying eyes from the surroundings, and then continued: "People don't know that the sky is too high to be done, so first follow the will of heaven, then you can use less effort and achieve success, how about following people later?"

　　After saying this, he lifted up the black piece and dropped it.

　　Qi Buchi watched Xu You place his black pieces and then his white pieces and said, "You want to be the one who follows the will of heaven? Impossible. That is just following first and then going against it! The trouble of ordinary people is that they are blinded by a single idea and are obscured by the truth. There is no second way in the world, and saints have no two hearts. It will not choose you, and you can't succeed!"

　　"Then it's not me." Xu You said as he regretted his previous move and moved to another place, cutting off the energy of that chessboard and taking a white piece: "Heaven created the people, not for the king; Heaven established the king for the people. Since I can't replace you, then let's change the situation and I'll join the game again!"

　　After that, Qi Bu Chi looked at the overall situation, with a hint of realization in his eyes. Previously, the white pieces had the upper hand, while the black pieces were in a disadvantageous position and were about to lose.

　　On the contrary, after Xu You's move, the situation became completely new.

　　"It's your turn." Xu You on the side smiled and looked very proud.

　　Qi Bu Chi picked up the white piece and dropped it, saying, "The Tao is always inaction, yet nothing is not done. The nameless simplicity can also suppress it. You still cannot change this situation. As a cultivator, you still walk on this path. What can you do by changing pieces? In the end, you will just repeat the same mistakes."

　　Xu You pondered for a moment, and placed a black piece on top of the white piece: "A gentleman not only gets what he wants, but also likes to distinguish between them. If this piece is both black and white, how do you think it can be defeated?"

　　Qi Bu Chi narrowed his eyes at Xu You. At this moment, Xu You's chess move had gone off the track. Then he said, "The Tao is to cover the sky and the earth, to break through the clouds and mist, and to carry the blue sky. Brother Xu has deviated from his original hand and made a brilliant move in the opposite direction."

　　"But!" Qi Bu said nothing and suddenly turned around, pointing his fingers at the black and white pieces: "Although it is wonderful, after this move, both black and white will have a disaster, he can't escape, and this black piece was sent by Brother Xu himself. The law of nature is great when it is caused, and it is subtle when it is transformed. The white piece chose to abandon the piece to protect itself, and the chaos will eventually return to the white piece, and it will still be the end of the road."

　　Xu You shook his head and stopped playing chess: "These are two solutions, but what if this world cannot give up this move?"

　　"How is that possible?" Qi Bu Chi questioned.

　　"In a chaotic situation, the white pieces can give up the small situation. The black pieces will indeed eat away the ten pieces on this side, and the situation will still be inseparable from the chain disasters of the white pieces. And what if this variable disaster can be blocked first and concealed from heaven?" Xu You said in a cold voice, picked up the black piece that had previously covered the white piece, and threw it away: "The destiny of heaven should also change."

　　After hearing this, Qi Bu Chi looked at the chessboard again and suddenly realized: "Are you... seeking death?"

　　Xu You was silent, without saying a word, he removed the barrier and walked out.

　　"Even if you get rid of one calamity, this boy still has three calamities to go through. There are three possibilities. What if you are wrong?"

　　Xu You walked over and said, "Then I'll leave Heizi's robbery to you. Please, isn't this what you've always wanted to do but haven't been able to do?"

　　As he spoke, Xu You turned around and gave Qi Bu Chi a deep look. After a long while, he continued, "There are only two disasters left. No matter which way we go, it should not be worse than the current situation. Don't you think so?"

　　I woke up from a dream and the sun rose in the east the next day.

　　Qi Bu Chi woke up from the room where the competition was held. He stared at the chessboard in a daze, and after a long while he murmured softly:

　　"Don't ask for even less than what is destined for you. There are some things you don't want to do, but you are already caught up in them. People often believe that man can conquer nature, but they still want to change their fate and go against the will of heaven."

　　"Okay, the chess game is like this, let's go out for a walk, it's time for him to make his final move."

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　　Winter of the sixteenth year of Zhao'an.

　　The grand sect ceremony was held in Liangzhou, with more than a hundred sects from Xia and Man participating in the competition, which was in full swing.

　　The first four days are a points-based competition, with a total of sixteen winners selected and then eliminated to determine the top three.

　　First day.

　　On the high platform, the seats for the sect leaders were almost all occupied. The empress opened the ceremony in a golden and red robe, shocking the whole audience. Shangguan Yuhe wore a new-style Jiange robe, sat in meditation with her eyes closed, looking extremely cool and beautiful.

　　At noon, the weather was clear with a light breeze. Su Yun, who went by the alias 'Liu Guzhou', entered the arena and ended the competition in an instant. The audience cheered and many clan leaders on the stage were all impressed and focused. The empress praised his talent. Shangguan Yuhe, the number one swordsman in Jiuzhou, also looked at the arena for the first time. After a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned and he said nothing.

　　At the same time, a young girl named Jiang Xuanji stood facing the wind during the battle and ended the battle without taking a single step. The empress noticed this and did a little investigation. She found out that this girl was the orphan of the Miao rebellion case eight years ago, but she still looked at her with relief.

　　The empress was not afraid of Miao Jiang eight years ago and almost destroyed Miao Jiang. Why would she be afraid of a Miao girl several years later?

　　The next day.

　　There was light snow and rain. On the viewing platform, the empress, the barbarian prince, the abbot of the Joyful Temple, and the leader of the Blood-Crying Sect were all absent. Shangguan Yuhe changed into the old-style Jiange robe, and his vast chest was wrapped in white cloth again.

　　Compared with the previous day, the sword master seemed to have returned to his cold and reserved appearance.

　　That morning, Su Yun fought three opponents in a row, one at the fifth level of Gui Ling and two at the eighth level of Gui Ling. The outcome was undoubtedly a complete victory.

　　After the match, Su Yun held the Hengqiu Sword upside down and saluted towards the platform. Shangguan Yuhe and several clan leaders responded with smiles.

　　Before sunset, Su Yun went to the tofu pudding shop to buy some wine, but found the door closed and returned dejectedly. However, no one noticed Su Yun after he left. Obscene words of the shop owner's wife were heard from the tofu pudding shop. After the sex, a man walked out of the shop. He was the debt collector from the moneylender whom Su Yun had driven away before.

　　Afterwards, Su Yun returned to the venue and saw that the broken door in the corridor had been repaired, so a new tenant must have moved in. He wanted to knock on the door to make his acquaintance, but he heard the sound of two people having sex inside. He returned to his own residence and saw another note on the wooden table. It was left by his master Liu Zhouyue, and the content of the note was: I've been away for many days, don't worry about me.

　　Afterwards, Su Yun went to the bed to rest and found that the bedding had been changed again by the master. Several green shirts sewn by the master himself were placed on the bed. Su Yun felt happy and spent the night sitting cross-legged in meditation.

　　Day 3.

　　The sun rose in the east. Su Yun changed into a green shirt and went out to participate in the competition. Behind the screen of the opposite room, three figures were faintly visible, two women and one man. Among them, a short and thin man stood behind the screen, saying a few dirty words from time to time, teasing the two women inside.

　　Su Yun felt it was unbearable to watch, so he headed to the arena to wait for the competition.

　　After the opening, the Empress and many representatives of the Barbarians were still absent, and the front row seats were empty, with only Yue Miao, the leader of the Baji Sect, and Su Qiutang, the young master of the Immortal Palace, sitting there.

　　In the morning, Su Yun fought three games in a row and won all of them. At noon, since he had no game, he went to the tofu pudding shop to get some wine and had a great chat with the owner's wife, Xue Xiyue.

　　Later in the afternoon, Su Yun fought two more games and won both times. During this period, Shangguan Yuhe came on stage to watch the game. She changed into a new-style Jiange Taoist robe, without a chest wrap or a bellyband. The narrow neckline of the robe revealed a large area of ​​her snow-white, plump breasts. Under the slightly thin fabric, two sensitive bulges proudly stood out.

　　In the sunshine, her cold and beautiful face had two blushes and her eyes were blurred with shyness.

　　Under the skirt that was lifted by the wind, the sword fairy's lotus feet were wearing plain cloth shoes, and her slender and delicate long legs were wrapped in a pair of cloud silk white socks, which just wrapped up the sides of her thighs that were powerless. Compared with her slender and straight calves, her thighs were undoubtedly more sexy and plump, especially the part that was tightened by the cloud silk socks, which made people lose their minds.

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　　After the third day of competition.

　　On the main street of Liangzhou city, buildings are scattered in clusters, with bricks and tiles, gray sculptures, and restaurants with flying eaves and pointed corners.

　　A young man was knocked out and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, which attracted the attention of Su Yun who was standing at a nearby stall.

　　This man was wearing brocade clothes from the Fairy Palace. He was very tall, had fair skin, and a face as pretty as a girl. In summary, he was: a good-looking man.

　　"Tsk tsk, this ground is really hard." The young man stood up and rubbed his buttocks, looking at the restaurant. Although he felt resentful, he did not dare to show it too much. In the end, he decided to leave and muttered to himself:

　　"Master must have felt that the room arranged for the competition venue was not comfortable enough, so he came out to book a room. That barbarian must have come to discuss business with Master. Humph! I knew it."

　　After he finished speaking, the young man made a sharp turn and knocked down a man who was carrying a little girl on his back.

　　"Oh, luckily, the little girl didn't fall to the ground." The young man nimbly caught the little girl who fell from the man's back.

　　The man had two hooks on his waist and was wearing a gray linen shirt, which looked a little ragged. After being pushed away by the young man, his chest opened slightly, revealing his strong chest muscles and shocking scars.

　　When the young man bumped into him, the man's eyes sparked with anger. But when he realized that the young man was very skilled and was holding his child, his anger suddenly disappeared. However, he was still eager to take the child from the young man and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, thank you."

　　After saying this, the man picked up the child and was about to leave.

　　"Wait a minute!"

　　The young man raised his hand to stop the man, staring at the little girl who was still sleeping after experiencing all the scenes just now, and said, "You are sick."

　　You are sick, your whole family is sick!

　　In theory, a man should refute this, but...

　　After the man heard what the young man said, he paused and tightened his arms around the child: "What do you mean, young man?"

　　"I can doze off for up to five or six days, and each time I wake up, the duration of my doze gets longer..."

　　As he spoke, the young man stretched out his hand towards the girl and took her pulse. "The pulse is weak and thready, the lower part of the body is cold and deficient, the qi is not transformed and the water is not flowing, and the yang is lost. When this girl wakes up, she will probably feel like vomiting but cannot, and will be thirsty. Is that right?"

　　Beside the stall, Su Yun, with his hand supporting his sword, frowned as he listened to the young man's diagnosis.

　　The man had not expected that the young man who bumped into him by accident was actually a famous doctor. He asked anxiously, "Doctor, can you cure me?"

　　The young man let go of the patient's hand after taking his pulse, and said calmly, "I'm not a doctor, I just know a little bit about pulse diagnosis, it's not easy to treat."

　　When the man heard the young man's reluctance to treat him, he fell to his knees, his two pairs of tattered sandals filled with mud and sand:

　　"Please treat my daughter. I have traveled to three continents and consulted many doctors, but none of them could cure her. I heard from a doctor in Yongzhou that Liangzhou was holding a grand event and there were many nobles with superb skills. That's why I came here to try my luck. Please, doctor!"

　　A hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part, and diseases always target the unfortunate. In fact, this girl's illness is not serious, and any cultivator can cure it, it's just a little troublesome.

　　But life often only bullies the poor, and Buddhism only saves those who are destined to be saved.

　　Not every cultivator would stand up for justice and get involved in any unwarranted karma.

　　Su Yun didn't know what the young man was thinking. Maybe he was interested in the girl's illness for a moment, so he took her pulse, but then he realized there was trouble and decided to leave?

　　A gentle breeze blows.

　　Green leaves fluttered by, and a ray of dawn light passed through the eaves and hit the little girl's back.

　　"Can I see it, too?"

　　The gentle and harmonious words entered the ears of the two men. The young man who was about to say something to the man looked up and saw a young man in blue clothes slowly walking towards him.

　　"This...this..." The man carried the child on his back, looked at Su Yun deeply, and then looked at the young man tentatively.

　　The young man who could easily diagnose the girl's illness was a cultivator. After testing Su Yun's cultivation level, he looked at the girl behind the man and sighed softly.

　　Then the young man pulled up Su Yun's clothes and moved closer:

　　"Fellow Daoist, this disease is not easy to cure. I can just let her go to the sect's pharmacy to have a look. I can keep her alive first, and then solve the problem of awakening her spiritual veins. Why do you have to get involved?"

　　"It has to be treated even if it's difficult to treat, right?" Su Yun said with a smile, then he squatted down and gently placed his hand on the girl's pulse. Wisps of spiritual energy flowed into the little girl's body along his fingertips.

　　The spiritual energy circulates along the meridians to clear the channels, and it often takes a longer time to awaken the meridians for the first time.

　　But Su Yun was not in a hurry, and neither was the young man. They stood aside waiting for Su Yun to treat the little girl.

　　Only the man was anxious, but he could only watch Su Yun close his eyes and feel the girl's pulse, for fear of offending others and missing the girl's chance of survival.

　　The tea time passed quietly.

　　After circulating the Qi around in the body, the complexion on the girl's face improved noticeably. Su Yun then withdrew his hand and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

　　Su Yun raised his eyes and said softly, "I need to give her three injections. After the three injections, I will find a secluded place for her to have a good sleep. You must prepare hot water during this time. When she wakes up, she will be cold and oozing with smelly sweat. Let her soak in it for an hour or so, and the disease will go away."

　　At this time, the man turned to look at the young man again. Seeing the young man nodded, he asked Su Yun to perform acupuncture.

　　Su Yun looked at this move, but he was not upset. After all, in the man's opinion, the young man who discovered his daughter's strange disease first was more capable. He smiled and said, "It's hard to get the acupuncture points right when practicing on the street. We need to find a quiet place."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the young man noticed that Su Yun's eyes were looking towards the restaurant. His expression froze, and he immediately pointed to a restaurant in the distance: "I think that restaurant is good. I'll get a room for you."

　　Su Yun said calmly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Taoist."

　　The young man listened to Su Yun's words, his steps towards the restaurant trembling, and he almost fell again.

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　　Inside the restaurant.

　　The tea exudes a light and elegant aroma.

　　Su Yun walked down the stairs, glanced at the young man sitting on the side, and then walked over.

　　"Are you awake and have a good pulse?"

　　"Yeah." Su Yun nodded and sat down.

　　The young man sighed and said, "Mortals who awaken their meridians and enter the world of immortal cultivation must be selected and registered by the sect before they can use the formation to awaken their meridians. The woman's illness is just caused by the accumulation of water and yin energy in her spiritual roots, and her acupoints cannot be opened. If you rashly awaken her meridians, you will be doomed to fail."

　　Su Yun nodded again and again to show his understanding of the young man's words.

　　After the young man finished speaking, Su Yun took the wine gourd from his waist and poured it into the empty cup, saying:

　　"That's the truth. The Xia Dynasty does have a rule that sects can only open their doors and accept disciples in March every year. But each sect sometimes only accepts disciples once every ten years. That little girl may not be able to hold out for that long, right?"

　　"Haha." The young man shook his head and smiled when he heard that.

　　Su Yun raised the cup and looked at the wine in it: "In addition, human life is the most precious. Even if it is worth thousands of gold, saving it is more virtuous than this. If cultivators like us do not help others in danger, or tremble in fear when faced with difficult things, then why do we practice?"

　　"To put it simply, if you don't help me, it's not in line with my heart, and it's not the path of cultivation I pursue."

　　The young man paused, listened to Su Yun's words, and felt that the tea in his hand had lost its taste. He wanted to drink some wine from fellow Taoist Su Yun, but picked up the wine gourd and found it was empty.

　　"There's only one mouthful left." Su Yun drank the wine in the glass, feeling relieved: "No more."

　　"Waiter, bring two jars of the best wine." The young man pursed his lips and said loudly, then said to Su Yun: "Your heart is satisfied. The fairy fate of that little girl is no longer included in the sect, but is combined with yours. You are already her guide and master."

　　Su Yun looked calm and didn't care about it at all. Instead, his eyes glanced at the emblem on the young man's chest, which was unique to Youzhou Palace. "Fellow Daoist, you care so much about that girl. Could it be that you want to take her in as a disciple for your sect?"

　　The young man knew that he could not hide the truth from Su Yun. After all, the other party was a cultivator at the peak of the Return to Spirit Realm just like himself, and could serve as an elder-level figure in a second-rate sect.

　　But the young man still insisted: "It should be me who should suspect that fellow Daoist has the intention to accept him as a disciple. He has a top-grade water spirit root and is born with a good embryo for cultivating immortals. It's a pity that he awakened his meridians at a late age."

　　"Well, it is indeed suitable for your clan." Su Yun said, and took the jar of wine brought by the waiter, tore open the seal, and the rich aroma filled the air.

　　"Your Majesty?" The young man frowned, and suddenly remembered something. He lowered his head to look at his chest, and then remembered that he was slapped out of the restaurant by his master. He sighed and said, "No wonder the master recognized me there. It turns out that I forgot to change clothes when I went out. Hey!"

　　Su Yun smiled at the somewhat reckless young man in front of him and said, "However, I have heard that the Immortal Palace never recruits male disciples. When did this precedent come about?"

　　"Then which sect are you from, fellow Taoist?" The young man obviously did not want to answer Su Yun's question, so he asked a question instead.

　　Facing the disciples of the Aunt Fairy Palace, Su Yun was not very alert. He poured wine for the young man and said:

　　"Qingjing Mountain Sword Pavilion, Su Yun, from the Su family in Kyoto."

　　Snap——

　　The cup that the young man had just picked up slipped from his hand to the ground, his mouth widened and he trembled:

　　"You are Su…SuSu…Ugh!!!"

　　Seeing that the young man was about to yell, Su Yun quickly grabbed the wine seal and stuffed it into the young man's mouth, and did not forget to whisper: "Daoyou, don't shout my name in Liangzhou. I am participating in the sect competition under a pseudonym and must not be exposed."

　　"Pah." The young man spat out the wine in his mouth, leaned down, leaned on the table and whispered: "You said you are Su Yun, then you are Su Yun, how can I believe you?"

　　Su Yun then turned over his sleeves, took out two tokens and handed them to the young man to look at.

　　There are two tokens, one is the Jiange Qinglong Token, with a formation flowing on it and Su Yun's name engraved on it, and the other is the Su family's seal.

　　The young man didn't quite understand the Su family seal, but by using his spiritual energy to probe into the Azure Dragon Order in the Sword Pavilion, he was able to learn one thing.

　　The genuine article.

　　This is definitely the real thing!

　　The person in front of you is the nephew of the Palace Master of the Immortal Palace, the cousin of the Young Palace Master, the son of the Shangguan Sect Master of the Sword Pavilion, and the eldest grandson of the Su family in Kyoto, Su Yun.

　　What's this?

　　This is a person who must be mentioned in history books. He can make himself disappear in the world of immortal cultivation by stomping his feet. Even a beautiful master who has reached the peak of the transformation level may not be able to save him.

　　We have to maintain good relationships!

　　The young man immediately swallowed his saliva, leaned back to make room, straightened his clothes, and said seriously, "I'm Meng Nan from the Immortal Palace, nice to meet you, fellow Taoist."

　　"Friend Meng, don't be so reserved. You can just call me Liu Guzhou in Liangzhou."

　　"Liu Guzhou?"

　　Su Yun smiled modestly: "Well, Liu Guzhou of Penglai Island is the pseudonym I will use to participate in this competition."

　　Puff——

　　Meng Nan fell to the ground.

　　A hand slowly reached up, and the voice trembled: "Penglai Island is the Penglai Island in the East China Sea. Have you entered the Taoist sect of Master Liu?"

　　Su Yun didn't reply this time, just nodded lightly.

　　Meng Nan, squatting under the table, bit her lower lip tightly, as if she had suffered some kind of injustice, or as if she was suppressing a smile, with two tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

　　Not a human being!

　　He is so inhuman, not only is he a young master from an immortal family, but he is also the second generation of an official family!

　　Is this the background? I just advised him not to save people, so I hope he won't hold a grudge against me and take revenge on me. But seeing that he has a clean face, speaks nicely, and his character is not much worse than mine, well... he probably won't take revenge on me.

　　Su Yun asked: "Brother Meng, what are you doing?"

　　At this time, Meng Nan climbed up from under the table, sat up straight and replied: "Ahem, my feet are a little slippery, a little slippery."

　　Su Yun had a calm expression, and even smiled as he looked at Meng Nan. While Meng Nan was speaking, he raised his hand to pour wine for him.

　　"Hey, wow!" Unexpectedly, when Meng Nan saw this, he immediately hugged his head and raised his legs, dodging and shouting.

　　Meng Nan's shout once again caused all the guests in the restaurant to scream in surprise.

　　"You are a great man who doesn't bear grudges. I am just giving you some advice. We are related to each other. Please don't kill me. At most... I say at most, you can just beat me up!"

　　Su Yun's face was full of black lines. He gave everyone in the restaurant an apologetic smile, then pulled the trembling Meng Nan back and whispered, "Brother Meng, Brother Meng!"

　　"Huh... don't hit people in the face!" Meng Nan covered his face and slowly opened one eye, as if he was not hit.

　　Su Yun was a little hesitant, wondering whether it was a good idea to approach this Immortal Palace disciple himself, but he had no choice but to say, "Brother Meng, please remember what I am going to say next."

　　"What?"

　　"I need Brother Meng to help me with something."

　　Meng Nan took a deep breath and leaned back slightly: (/)/

　　While the two were talking, it was past noon.

　　The sun shone on the branches of the sycamore tree in the City Lord's Mansion. The water droplets accumulated on the branches and leaves slid down to the flower bed filled with rainwater on the ground, creating ripples.

　　Inside the backyard hall, the wooden door was ajar.

　　Ji Shaolang was sitting in the room, dressed neatly, flipping through a confidential memorial sent from Kyoto.

　　Looking further inside, the brazier was burning.

　　The venison on the rack was sizzling, and the aroma of meat was wafting in the air. The Queen of Great Xia was leaning beside it, her light golden eyes slightly narrowed. She poured the green wine with her beautiful rosy hands, then picked up the wine glass, rubbing it against her red lips.

　　"Lang'er."

　　A gentle call drew Shao Lang's gaze over the pile of memorials. The red light from the brazier made the empress's lazy and beautiful face look particularly alluring.

　　Then, the empress slightly raised her face, her narrow and long phoenix eyes contained a faint smile, and her slender and soft hands lightly tapped the bottom of the cup. The wine flowed along the side of her red lips, over her fat and fragrant neck, her delicate and white collarbone, and finally lost itself in the cleft between her towering breasts.

　　Red and tender hands, yellow wine, the whole house is filled with spring colors and willows are hanging on the palace walls.

　　Ji Shaolang's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be calm. He really couldn't bear the hassle anymore, so he just lowered his head and said, "Mother, there are a lot of memorials, I have to read them quickly."

　　"snort."

　　The empress's eyes flashed with strange colors, and a smile gradually fell from her eyebrows. Her snow-white chest reflected in the firelight shook angrily. After a long while, she said, "As the emperor's brother, you have to persuade Yuan'er to get married. Don't let that girl make trouble again."

　　Seeing his mother return to business, Ji Shaolang stood up straight and fearlessly responded, "I understand, but is Su Yun really worthy of the royal family marrying him?"

　　Leaning against the table, the empress turned her head to the window, a few traces of moisture rising from under her eyelids, but rather than tears, it was more like the affection that had disappeared for more than a decade and was evoked again.

　　After a while, the phoenix eyes slightly blinked several times, holding back the tears, and the empress turned her face back to Shao Lang and said: "Shangguan Yuhe can shine with me, so her son must be extraordinary. In addition, Su Yun is the eldest grandson of the Su family. Marrying Jiu Yuan will only benefit the royal family."

　　"Yes, mother is right." Ji Shaolang responded and looked down at the words on the memorial, but the words that he used to understand at a glance were now a little unclear.

　　What he couldn't see clearly was not the words, but the expression of the queen mother just revealed. Shao Lang had never seen before, this queen mother, whom he thought was so familiar from her delicate head to her beautiful feet, actually put on that look.

　　What caused it?

　　Perhaps only the empress knew that when she looked out the window, the shadow that floated in her eyes was the former favored child of heaven, Su Qingshan.

　　From then on, she always had that man in her heart, but she hid this feeling very deeply, so deeply that she was forced to marry into the royal family due to pressure from her family, and so deeply that she shed tears for some reason when Hong Qing favored her.

　　It was so deep that I didn't want to miss it. It was so deep that Dongfang Lan was no longer Dongfang Lan, but had become the ruler of the world, the only supreme empress of Great Xia.

　　She thought she had forgotten this love long ago!

　　However, whenever I talk about him, Shangguan Yuhe, those years, and those things and people about him, I always think of his figure.

　　It's also good to let his son fulfill my wish of marrying him.

　　This time, Liu Zhouyue arranged a good marriage for the royal family.

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　　Time passes by unknowingly.

　　The setting sun sank below the towering city walls. In the hall at the back of the Liangzhou City Lord's Mansion, Cheng Xiaoshan's memorial was reviewed by Ji Shaolang and then handed over to the palace eunuchs to be sent back to Kyoto.

　　As night fell, the palace maids were busy preparing hot water to change the empress's clothes.

　　There was also a palace maid holding a jade plate and reading the results of the competition points race to the empress lying on the bed.

　　"Until the sunset, the points scores of the players in the points race are as follows:

　　Liu Guzhou from Penglai Island, with nine wins and no losses, and Jiang Xuanji from Piaomiao Mountain, with nine wins and no losses, tied for first place.

　　Su Qiutang from the Immortal Palace had eight wins and one loss, Bai Qianqian from the Tianji Sect had eight wins and one loss, and Cao Shaobei from the Jiange Sect had eight wins and one loss. These three people tied for second place.

　　Fahua Temple's Duzhu Taoist, seven wins and two losses; Baji Sect's Duan Lang, seven wins and two losses; Yegong Yeming, seven wins and two losses; Yinyang Sect's Gu Yinian, seven wins and two losses; Zuiqingxuan Yun Wuyue, seven wins and two losses; Xiaoyao Sect's Liu Yang, seven wins and two losses…"

　　The reading continued, and the busy palace maids lit the lamps on the tables.

　　Ji Shaolang sat upright on a chair in the hall, his eyes fixed on the graceful and elegant face behind the curtains of the phoenix bed.

　　Known as the Emperor of Great Xia, she is the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world. No matter how many times he sees her, she is always so beautiful and charming in Shao Lang's heart.

　　Her extraordinary immortal cultivation, coupled with the makeup of a glamorous palace lady, was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal royal family and turned into a bird in a cage, so that her lofty dignity and elegance were combined with the coquettishness of a mature woman.

　　No matter which one she is, she is the supreme being, and almost no one can compare with her.

　　But such a beautiful woman happened to be his mother.

　　Ji Shaolang often felt that this was both lucky and unfortunate. He was lucky because this beautiful woman had an inseparable relationship with him since he was born. He was unfortunate because she was his mother.

　　Normally, no matter how teasing the empress was, the most she would do was use her small hands to massage each other, and she would never dare to go beyond that.

　　Perhaps it was because Shaolang was considering himself as the future emperor, and everything he did was under the watchful eyes of God. For the sake of future records in history books, Ji Shaolang did not dare to defile his mother, for fear of adding a black spot to himself.

　　But if someone asked Ji Shaolang a few questions.

　　Do you love your mother or do you crave her body? Ji Shaolang would probably answer fifty-fifty, saying that he both loves and craves her body.

　　If you were to ask, with a chance of not being recorded, whether you wanted to have sex with your own queen mother, Shao Lang would probably slap her in the face and then climb onto the phoenix bed in a way that would be disrespectful to the world.

　　And if someone asked the empress a few questions.

　　The empress probably won't answer who the person she loves in her heart is.

　　The answer in her heart might be the long-dead Su Qingshan from Jiange. Now she might love herself more, but there are also some emotions that she cannot give up, most likely family love.

　　The empress's love is currently shared more on Shao Lang and Princess Jiuyuan.

　　Even though she guessed that Ji Shaolang had great desire for her, the empress just smiled and said: The world is in my hands, is affection and love really that important?

　　It was enough for the empress to know that she loved her son and was willing to give everything for him.

　　Whether it was defiling her body to Ye Guhan or being naked in front of Shao Lang, it was all just to arouse the boy's sexual desires and make him happy.

　　Dongfang Lan had gone through too much hardship on the road of cultivation. After becoming the empress, she had only one thought: no one could control her anymore, nothing was out of her control, she wanted to be the only one who could rule the world! !

　　After the ranking of the points race was announced, all the palace maids withdrew.

　　The hall was silent, even Shao Lang was waiting for his mother's words.

　　As a son, Shao Lang was obviously exceptional, and the empress was similarly exceptional as a mother.

　　However, when it came to official duties and his responsibilities as a prince, Shao Lang never overstepped the mark. The empress's achievements in pacifying the Miao region and conquering the Northern Barbarians made him worthy of being considered a meritorious emperor.

　　"The top sixteen have been basically decided. It seems that we don't need to wait for the knockout rounds to know the top three. So, Lang'er, who do you think will be in the top three?" A majestic and tingling voice came from behind the curtain.

　　After thinking for a moment, Ji Shaolang replied, "I think Liu Guzhou is the best in both talent and strength, so he should be the first. Jiang Xuanji, who has strange skills, should be the second. As for the third person, I have never set foot in Xiuxiandao, so it is really difficult to guess."

　　Listening to Shao Lang's words, the empress pulled her beautiful hand back from the side of her graceful legs, hooked the hair on her delicate head, and slightly raised her narrowed phoenix eyes. Her light golden pupils revealed the majesty of the emperor:

　　"Although I have not been to watch the competition in the past few days, my mind is still focused on the arena. Liu Guzhou's fighting skills are not bad. He wields his sword with great vigor. His martial arts has reached the realm of perfection. His sprinting moves contain the Yin-Yang and direction formations of his master Liu Zhouyue. I believe he has made some progress in formations. This person is indeed good, but I don't think he will get the head armor."

　　Ji Shaolang shook his head: "I don't understand."

　　The empress explained to Shao Lang:

　　"Liu Guzhou's realm is the highest among all the contestants. He is very strong but not strong enough." As she spoke, the ring on the little finger of the empress flashed, and a nine-section long whip fell into her hand. The long whip rotated with the empress's hand, flashing red light.

　　"In fact, all immortal practitioners can be called Qi Refiners. They are born with spiritual roots of certain attributes, which they use to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their own spiritual sea, and then exert supernatural powers that surpass mortals..."

　　"The so-called Qi refining is to cultivate and nourish the Qi together. First, cultivate the Qi, then return the Qi to the acupoints and form the spiritual sea. Then, ask the heart to transform the Dao essence. The transformed essence can become a scene. The transformed essence is located in the "Dan room" of the Dantian. Different cultivators have different scenes of transformed essence. It varies from person to person. It may be a lotus, a sword, or even all kinds of mountains and rivers in the world. There are countless changes, but generally speaking, it will not deviate from the five elements..."

　　"Before reaching the Huayun realm, Qi cultivators can only cultivate one type of spiritual energy and are only proficient in the properties of their own spiritual roots. They are often not considered to be supernatural beings, and their combat skills are only at the entry level of Taoism. They are more like warriors who have mastered the power of nature..."

　　"Back to Liu Guzhou, I found that he would avoid showing his spiritual roots in battle, and often intended to hold back. When using a single sword, he would only give the weapon unrefined spiritual energy, and then rely on sword skills to win. If the sword skills are not as good as his opponent, he would use the formation to restrain the opponent, but this is not enough."

　　Ji Shaolang asked: "Why?"

　　The empress glanced at Shao Lang with her narrow phoenix eyes. The long whip in her hand burst into flames, and the words came out from the curtain again:

　　"The monks who are at the top of the Returned Spiritual Monks all have their own weapons or methods to a certain extent. Liu Guzhou is great in both swordsmanship and formations, but he may not be the last one to laugh..."

　　"Jiang Xuanji, although her realm is only at the Return to Spirit level, in the first competition, she defeated her opponent with just her indescribable poison. I couldn't help but be curious about her. After probing with my spiritual consciousness, I found that this woman is surrounded by a certain kind of power, which is what I am going to show you now."

　　"Gang Yi?" Ji Shaolang showed a puzzled look, his eyes fell on the flame of the empress's nine-section long whip. He could feel the extremely hot temperature from the flame, so that the room had a sense of scorching heat at night, and the rest?

　　Suddenly, Ji Shaolang's eyes widened and he blurted out: "This is a feeling of intimidation, very similar to the dragon energy of humanity."

　　"That's right." The empress pursed her red lips, put the long whip back into the ring, and said:

　　"You have dragon energy protecting your body. Although you are not yet able to use it as if it were your own arm, you can still feel the charm of the power. The power that I have realized is deterrence. This power can be given to weapons or moves along with the refined spiritual energy..."

　　"And Liu Guzhou has never shown his Gang Yi. Whether he doesn't have it or doesn't use it, I don't want to find out. But with his strength, it is far from possible for him to kill a cultivator of the Yajing Huayun realm in the Sand Sea. If he wants to make it to the end of the elimination round, he can't beat Jiang Xuanji, who is also a genius, without Gang Yi. He can't even last long in the hands of Su Qiutang's sad Lingxi Qin and Cao Shaobei, the heavy sword master."

　　After these words, Ji Shaolang understood.

　　Ji Shaolang once briefly reported to the empress about what happened in the Sand Sea. Although a lot of information was omitted, as a powerful Dongxu master, the empress could still infer Liu Guzhou's level of strength.

　　The Queen Mother was pointing out Liu Guzhou's shortcomings at that moment, and even pointed out that Liu Guzhou was deliberately hiding his shortcomings, and that he would not be able to win if he continued to hide them.

　　There was a moment of silence.

　　Ji Shaolang said to his mother, "But judging from what you said, Brother Guzhou still has the strength to compete for the first armor."

　　The empress did not deny this, she just didn't think it was a good idea, unless that boy stopped hiding it. She also wanted to know what the strongest side of Liu Zhouyue's disciple was like.

　　but!

　　"Lang'er, you seem to be intent on protecting and winning over this boy." The empress changed the subject and looked down at Ji Shaolang with her phoenix eyes.

　　The atmosphere was like being scrutinized in the imperial court, which made Ji Shaolang feel chilly.

　　"But..." The empress smiled again, her red lips curled up slightly: "Since he is someone you approve of, then it's up to you. But if you want the disciple of the national teacher to become your disciple, you need to spend more time and effort. I will lobby Zhou Yue for you, okay?"

　　Ji Shaolang heard this and immediately said, "Brother Guzhou and I are friends of gentlemen. We are talking about brotherly love and have no intention of recruiting any followers."

　　"real?"

　　"I have a clear conscience."

　　The empress looked at the upright child with amusement, and then stretched her soft waist lazily: "That's fine, I also want to wash up, do you want to stay?"

　　Stay, it's better to stay!

　　But Ji Shaolang felt a little weak. After staying in the mansion for a few days, his body was weakened by his mother's care. She was just about to say that her son had important things to do and would not bother her any more.

　　Outside the door, a palace maid stepped forward and said, "Prince Wuwen Muben of the Barbarian Court wishes to see Your Majesty."

　　"Oh!? Well, you step back and let him wait."

　　As the palace maids left, the empress's eyes shifted, as if looking through the wall, and then turned to the child: "Lang'er, do you think your mother wants to see him?"

　　What's so good about a mere barbarian?

　　In Shao Lang's view, they are an inferior nation.

　　Shao Lang didn't want his mother to go meet the barbarians, but the Xia-Barbarian alliance had already been formed, and he could vaguely feel that his mother had some plans for this matter, but it was difficult to guess what they were.

　　It would be bad if I didn't let my mother meet the barbarian and caused the plan to fail.

　　Ji Shaolang hesitated.

　　Rustle

　　The curtain rose, and the beautiful feet painted with red oil stepped on the ground. The snow-white ankles swayed, lifting up the long and beautiful legs. As she walked, she was as graceful as a startled swan and as elegant as a swimming dragon.

　　A red phoenix robe was draped on her delicate and mature body, and her proud breasts outlined a full and tense shape under the sleeves; her clothes were scratched by her swaying steps, and two points appeared on the top of her chest, which was like a dream, not to mention the white breast flesh that was about to jump out of the neckline, which fully demonstrated the charm of a mature woman.

　　When she came to the side, the empress suddenly approached Shao Lang, put her arm around his chest, and gently rubbed Shao Lang's palm with her fingertips: "I heard that barbarians are very ugly. Is he worthy of seeing me?"

　　The scene of an ugly barbarian standing in front of his mother emerged in Shao Lang's mind.

　　A bit disgusting.

　　But it seems to have a different kind of aesthetic violation, which is quite strange.

　　Ji Shaolang swallowed his saliva and said, "If the Queen Mother wants to see me, then go ahead."

　　"Hmm!" The empress's voice was obviously slow for a moment, and then her phoenix eyes swept across the child's face, revealing a somewhat evil smile: "Lang'er, you once said that there is no one in the Xia Dynasty who is worthy of your mother, so is there anyone in the barbarians?"

　　What does this mean?

　　Ji Shaolang thought for a long time, not knowing how to answer the empress, so he casually said: "Lang'er doesn't know, so what if there is, it's still..."

　　As she was speaking, the empress suddenly let go of Shao Lang's hand and moved her body in front of Shao Lang. Her tall figure instantly put a pair of proud breasts into Shao Lang's sight.

　　The empress placed a slender finger on Shao Lang's lips and said, "Lang'er has a quirk of liking to watch the queen mother being defiled, but have you ever thought about the queen mother being defiled by barbarians?"

　　Shao Lang didn't know when he developed this strange habit.

　　He did feel excited when he saw his mother being taken advantage of by others, but that was limited to the Xia people. He never thought that the opponents were barbarians. If his mother was defiled by barbarians, Shao Lang would still be somewhat resistant.

　　But when I think about it, my mother seems to have a special interest in this quirk of mine, but every time she is in front of me, she will only let others take advantage of her a little bit, and she knows how to handle things very well.

　　Moreover, there are probably few people in the world who can withstand the threat of the empress. Even if they are barbarians, they will probably only be as bad as Ye Guhan.

　　only...

　　Ji Shaolang thought for a moment, frowned and said, "How can these barbarians be worthy of my mother?"

　　The empress raised her eyebrows and narrowed her light golden eyes slightly:

　　"Shouldn't the mother decide whether it's suitable or not?"

　　"What your mother said makes sense." Seeing her mother say this, Ji Shaolang didn't know how to refute her, so he could only say, "But what if your son feels that the barbarian is not worthy? What if that barbarian plays tricks on your mother?"

　　After hearing this, the empress's phoenix eyes revealed a look of surprise, and she smiled with interest: "Lang'er, are you afraid that you can't control the situation?"

　　Ji Shaolang nodded.

　　"In that case," the empress said, her full breasts skimming through the air as she leaned towards Shao Lang, her eyes lowered, her tone domineering: "Then your mother will not see that barbarian?"

　　Ji Shaolang frowned: "Will this damage the relationship between Xia and Man?"

　　The gentle breeze ruffled her long silver hair. The empress raised her eyebrows and pointed her finger at Shao Lang's chest and said, "I don't know, what do you think, Lang'er?"

　　After hesitating for a long time, Ji Shaolang said, "How about the three rules between mother and me?"

　　"Three rules?"

　　"In order to test my quirk, whether or not I would be excited about my mother being defiled by a barbarian, my mother can take the initiative to contact that guy. The deadline is tentatively set during the Liangzhou Competition."

　　"But first of all, if Lang'er doesn't like it, or if the Queen Mother doesn't like it, you can stop it at will."

　　"Second, in this new test, you must not let your personal affairs interfere with Xia Man's business."

　　"Third... Third..."

　　Ji Shaolang paused as he looked at the beautiful empress who was so close to him. In his mind, he kept seeing the scene of his mother and the barbarian making out with each other. The scene became more and more intense, even to the bed.

　　Ji Shaolang took a deep breath and continued, "Third, the Queen Mother must control the limits before the pleasure of bed. If you can't suppress the fire of Phoenix Bathing in the middle of the night, you must inform your son."

　　The empress nodded slightly in agreement, and there was no resistance on her elegant face. After a moment, she lifted her hair with her slender hands and put it behind her ears:

　　"Lang'er has thought of everything for your mother, how can your mother refuse?" As she said this, the empress moved forward and turned behind the screen.

　　The hot water that the palace maid had prepared long ago was in the bathtub, emitting steam. Then the screen reflected her image, and the beauty took off her robe, revealing half of her shoulders.

　　"Call Wu Wen Mu Ben to see the emperor." The majestic words came out of the hall, and then the empress whispered: "Lang'er, do you want to stay and see?"

　　What are you looking at?

　　"Look how I took the initiative to contact that barbarian." The tone changed from arrogance to numbness. At dawn, the window screens were rolled up, the silk sleeves were half dragged, the phoenixes were stained with the red dust, and they looked like lotus roots and sprouts.

　　In Ji Shaolang's slightly flustered throbbing, his robe slipped to the ground, and the screen could not block the bright reflection of his smooth and beautiful back. The red hairpin was pulled out, and his long silver hair flowed along his round and soft shoulders;

　　Through the translucent screen, two long legs were shyly clamped together for a moment, and after the empress looked back once, the two legs spread apart again, and the tender and beautiful feet touched the surface of the bathtub water and floated into the water.

　　It is already winter in Liangzhou, and most of the vegetation and flowers have withered, except for the winter plums and chrysanthemums that are still in full bloom. However, as spring is approaching, these flowers that have survived the cold winter will eventually fall to the ground and turn into spring mud.

　　Tap--

　　The sound of several footsteps was heard, and a short, thin, dark-skinned figure appeared outside the hall.

　　"Man Ting Wu Wen Mu Ben, I pay my respects to the Emperor Zhao An Wu Sheng, respected by the people of the Xia Dynasty."

　　The voice was low and sinister, which instantly attracted Ji Shaolang's attention. The moment he saw it, he saw the jackal's eyes were piercing with a sinister meaning, and the lips were as thick as ointment and looked like cattail.

　　In short, the man had an extremely ugly face, a dove-like figure, a typical barbarian low-level slave, and looked malnourished.

　　He was wearing a robe with a realgar four-clawed dragon pattern, a jade belt around his waist, and a jade ruyi on his body, which looked like a stick or a human tendon, and was extremely filthy. Ji Shaolang was filled with complaints and contempt for him when he saw it.

　　And if Shangguan Yuhe, Pei Wan, Su Yun and others could see this barbarian here, they would only have one sentence: What Wu Wenmuben, isn't this Huang Feng from Huanxi Temple?

　　The body behind the screen in the hall floated into the bathtub. The empress observed the child's reaction. When she noticed Shao Lang frowning and felt disgusted, a smile appeared on her elegant face, and her narrow eyes narrowed slightly:

　　"Uwinmuben, come in and talk."

　　Hearing this, Huang Feng lifted up the dragon robe which was longer than his body and walked into the hall. His dark and ugly figure made Ji Shaolang take a few steps back in disgust. Then the two of them stood in front of the screen, one on the left and one on the right.

　　"May I know who this is?" After Huang Feng entered the room, his next words were addressed to Ji Shaolang.

　　Ji Shaolang hesitated for a moment before replying, "Prince of Daxia, Prince of Chu Ji Shaolang."

　　Huang Feng smiled slightly: "It turns out to be His Royal Highness the King of Chu. I am so sorry for my disrespect. I thought it was some eunuch, hahaha."

　　"You!" Ji Shaolang heard these disrespectful words, which made him feel even more disgusted with Huang Feng. It turned out that the barbarians were all uncivilized savages.

　　The sound of splashing water was heard.

　　"Wu Wenmu Ben, what brings you here?" The empress raised her slender hands out of the water and said with her arms on the edge of the bathtub behind the screen. There was no hint of blaming Huang Feng for being disrespectful in her words.

　　Huang Feng listened to the tone and his gaze swept back from Ji Shaolang to the curtain with paintings of mountains, rivers and feng shui, and carved dragons and phoenixes. He saw the scene of the empress bathing behind the screen, and his heart was moved. This empress of Da Xia was really coquettish.

　　This is similar to what the old host, Dongfang Zhener said, but it is also inconsistent. Isn't it too proactive?

　　Huang Feng didn't reply for a long time, and the empress immediately groaned coldly.

　　Huang Feng instantly felt as if his whole body was imprisoned, and hurriedly said: "This time, the little prince came here to present another gift to the Emperor of Daxia."

　　"Oh!" The empress raised her thin phoenix eyebrows and said slowly: "Offering a gift, do you know how disrespectful the gift you offered before was?"

　　Disrespectful?

　　Ji Shaolang was puzzled as to what his mother meant, but he didn't wait too long to be puzzled.

　　The curtains of the phoenix bed were blown up by the empress's spiritual power, and a jade ruyi was sucked out, then rolled to the ground between Ji Shaolang and Huang Feng with a clang.

　　Wow, Ji Shaolang knew what this jade ruyi was at a glance.

　　The damn barbarian actually gave this thing to my mother. However... this Ruyi's imitation penis is too thick and too long. It seems to be 20% bigger than mine. Is this reasonable?

　　Seeing Shao Lang's expression, the empress said again: "If you send these items again, you can go back. This palace does not need these things."

　　that is!

　　Ji Shaolang nodded silently. How could his mother need these things?

　　"Of course it won't be such an inferior thing." Huang Feng bowed and said, "My lord, I have a great gift for you, but..."

　　As he spoke, Huang Feng glanced at Ji Shaolang who was standing nearby, with an expression that he was unable to express.

　　"What is it? Let me see it first." The empress responded.

　　At this stage, she and Shao Lang have reached some kind of agreement to get a little closer to Wu Wenmuben. Both of their actions should be open and transparent, and nothing should be hidden.

　　"good!"

　　Hearing the empress's words, Huang Feng no longer insisted and turned around. He waved his dark right hand on the table in the hall. Jade, silk, and gold bricks piled up into a small mountain, and the Qingming fish, the Yunlongyuyu picture, the Dahuandan... and other dazzling objects fell on the table.

　　The value of these items is almost comparable to hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. Among them are some ancient books and scrolls, which are Buddhist scriptures that were once looted from Daxia. They can be considered priceless items.

　　Ji Shaolang frowned. Could it be that this barbarian prince really came to return the gift?

　　It seems that the Queen Mother's initiative to form an alliance between Xia and Man really brought benefits to the Xia Dynasty.

　　"I wonder if the Emperor is satisfied with this?"

　　Then, the sound of the beauty emerging from the water attracted the eyes of Shao Lang and Huang Feng. The empress did not respond, but only saw her beautiful tall body vaguely floating on the screen.

　　Ji Shaolang took a breath and asked, "Mother, what are you doing?"

　　After a moment, a pair of soft and white hands pulled the screen, and the empress's delicate head appeared from behind the screen. This was the first time Huang Feng saw the empress's true appearance, which was different from the information in the pictures and was truly stunning.

　　The empress's face shape is similar to Shangguan Yuhe's but not the same. The empress has a typical oval face of a noble lady, but it is not round. Her forehead is smooth and soft, with a few strands of wet silver hair hanging on it. Her phoenix eyebrows are thick without makeup, and have a hint of sadness. Her bright red lips are clearly outlined. Just by looking at them, one can imagine the soft and elastic touch that makes people's heart thrilling.

　　Huang Feng didn't know how to describe this beautiful woman for a moment. Shangguan Yuhe seemed very cold and beautiful to him, but this empress was perhaps another kind of beauty.

　　These two people are like beauties developing in opposite directions, one is a beauty that is cold and arrogant to the extreme, the other is a beauty that is warm and blooming.

　　Ji Shaolang was standing aside, and felt very conflicted when he saw his mother appear like this. But when he saw Huang Feng's dazed look, he smiled with hope.

　　Look at your silly and stupid look. It's true that anyone who sees your mother's beauty will be impressed.

　　"That's all?" The empress's ruthless tone brought Huang Feng back from his trance: "It's no big deal."

　　Huang Feng, who felt his throat was dry, licked his lips and said, "My prince has some items to present to the emperor, but those items are quite valuable and must be presented privately."

　　After Huang Feng finished speaking, the empress glanced at Shao Lang and suddenly said: Lang'er, what do you think?

　　The sudden voice in his mind startled Shao Lang, but he quickly responded to his mother's words in his heart: Mother, do you want me to leave first?

　　The empress sent a message: Lang'er, would you like to go out and wait for your mother to see what the barbarian is going to offer personally?

　　Shao Lang took a deep breath and replied: Mother, please remember the three rules of the agreement.

　　Savoring Ji Shaolang's reluctant expression and his sad and submissive words, the empress sent another message: Don't worry, it's just a barbarian brat, can't your mother subdue him?

　　I am not afraid that I will not obey your pressure, I am just afraid that you will force me into submission.

　　After delivering the message, Ji Shaolang immediately bowed to Huang Feng calmly and said, "I will withdraw for the time being and not delay His Highness Wu Wenmu's affairs."

　　"Huh!? Okay." Huang Feng turned his head in surprise. You retreated so easily?

　　Then, Ji Shaolang walked to the door, pulled the bolt, and quietly placed a photo stone on the window sill not far from the door. Then he saluted his mother, closed the door and left.

　　—————————

　　In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

　　Under the plane tree, imperial sesame rolls, golden cakes and date paste cakes were placed on the stone chair.

　　Although Ji Shaolang felt a little uncomfortable and unhappy in his heart, he still sat here quietly, sipping tea and eating cakes while waiting.

　　But from time to time, his eyes would look towards the closed door, wondering what was going on inside.

　　Time passed little by little, and in a few minutes, the moonlight was about to rise above the eaves.

　　The door finally opened.

　　Huang Feng's wretched figure appeared before his eyes. Ji Shaolang immediately stood up and walked up to him slowly:

　　"Your Highness Uwin Muben, have you finished giving the gifts?"

　　When Huang Feng saw Ji Shaolang, a faint sneer appeared on his dark face: "The great gift has been delivered, His Majesty is very satisfied, I will take my leave first."

　　"Oh." Ji Shaolang was surprised that Huang Feng would leave so soon. Then his face turned into a friendly smile: "Then I will be honored to see you off."

　　After saying this, without further ado, Ji Shaolang walked into the room.

　　Huang Feng was left alone, full of worries, walking out of the courtyard, muttering softly: "What is this empress up to? It seems that the layout is not appropriate. We must quickly inform the old host."

　　As soon as he entered the room, Ji Shaolang began to look for his mother anxiously. His eyes first swept across the empty bathroom behind the screen, and finally he found his mother in front of the dressing table on the left.

　　However, the moment he saw it, Shao Lang's eyes were filled with surprise.

　　After playing on the swing, she stood up and slenderly straightened her hands. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and her light clothes were soaked with sweat; when she saw the guests coming in, she took off her socks and her gold hairpins. She walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, but she smelled the green plums.

　　In front of the dressing table, the queen mother had finished washing up, her beautiful face was flushed with a barely perceptible blush, and her clothes were no longer the common phoenix robe and dragon crown.

　　Instead, she changed into a set of clothes that had never been seen before. She wore a scarlet summer shirt as the inner layer, and a double-breasted shirt with short front and large silver-red sleeves at the back as the outer layer. She tied her lower body with a gold-thread belt and wore two swirling skirts embroidered with a stunning fire phoenix, which concealed her long beautiful legs and feet.

　　This was the first time that Shao Lang had seen his mother dressed like this. Unlike the luxurious imperial attire, this one had the elegance of a mature young woman.

　　But why does mother wear such clothes?

　　Could it be a gift from Huang Feng?

　　With a nervous mood, Shao Lang took two steps towards his mother. Fortunately, based on his experience, the air near his mother did not carry the charming smell of intercourse.

　　The queen mother still knew how to control herself and didn't let anything happen between her and the barbarian.

　　But after I left, what exactly happened in the room?

　　"Coming?"

　　"Yeah." Standing in front of his mother, Shao Lang nodded and fell into silence again.

　　At that time, the empress turned her head, the blush on her beautiful face had disappeared, and she immediately spread out her hands to show Shao Lang her new clothes, and said, "Lang'er, what do you think?"

　　Shao Lang's eyes turned from frightened to calm at this time. He thought nothing had happened, so he responded, "Your Majesty, whatever you wear looks good, but I think your Majesty would be more appropriate in the crown and phoenix robe. Was this robe given to you by that barbarian?"

　　"I have been in the palace for so many years, and I am used to wearing court clothes. I thought that if I changed my clothes, Lang'er would appreciate me differently..." The empress listened to Shao Lang's comments, and a trace of melancholy appeared between her brows:

　　"I guess I'm past my prime youth after all. Even if I put on these gorgeous clothes, I can't find the elegance of my past, eh~"

　　Ji Shaolang felt a little ashamed at the moment, realizing that he had said something wrong.

　　"Puff."

　　Looking at Lang'er's expression, the empress sneered, her red lips curled up with thousands of beautiful expressions: "Okay, this is indeed the clothes that the barbarian kid gave to my mother, and there are more than these..."

　　really!

　　As Shao Lang was thinking about this, he saw his mother gently lift up the hem of her skirt.

　　The empress pulled her skirt up inch by inch. The thought of showing herself in front of her child made her feel a little excited, but also shy. This was a state of mind she had not experienced often in many years, even worse than when she was defiled by Ye Guhan and provoked by Lang'er.

　　Immediately after the hem of the skirt was pulled away, a pair of light red high heels jumped into Shao Lang's eyes first. The high heels wrapped the feet, leaving only the back of the feet exposed. However, the back of the feet this time was different from before, because it was covered;

　　Lifting it up further, one can see the dark and dense black stockings wrapped around the empress's hot and slender calves. The black stockings present a grid pattern, and under the stockings is the empress's fragrant and soft white skin.

　　"Do you want to see more?" The empress, who had pulled her skirt to her knees, suddenly stopped and said with a smile.

　　Ji Shaolang nodded without thinking: "Yes!"

　　Then the empress lifted the hem of her skirt again, wrapping it around her thighs with black silk, and then tied it up with two straps, just before Shao Lang was just a line away from some lush area.

　　The empress quickly closed her legs and pressed down the hem of her skirt with her hands to block Shao Lang's prying sight.

　　Shao Lang sighed in frustration.

　　The empress seemed to like Ji Shaolang's expression very much. She crossed her legs and showed the dignity of an empress in front of the child: "That's all. How do you feel after trying it?"

　　What do you mean that's all?

　　Shao Lang looked at his mother examining him. Well, if there was nothing to see, then there was nothing to see. With tears in his heart, he said, "The barbarian in the room just now only brought these clothes to my mother, right?"

　　The empress did not respond to him, but just nodded her rosy face.

　　"That's good." Ji Shaolang breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Lang'er."

　　"Um?"

　　"My queen, please think about our three rules. If my queen thinks that barbarian is a good match, what should we do?"

　　"ah!"

　　The empress did not dare to look at the child's face this time. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her light golden phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and continued: "Could that barbarian climb onto my bed?"

　　A chill seeped into Shao Lang's heart. Shao Lang didn't know how to answer his mother's question. It seemed that this possibility was not mentioned before the three rules were established.

　　However, Ji Shaolang suddenly remembered something and said, "If that's the case, according to the agreement, if Lang'er doesn't like it, he can stop it at will. How can a mere barbarian be worthy of stepping on the phoenix bed?"

　　Hearing this, the empress smiled and hooked her high heels. She stood up and stretched out her slender and beautiful hand to touch Shao Lang's chest: "Then, Lang'er, remember to call for a stop."

　　The deadline for the three rules is still running, and it is still unknown where this sailing ship, which has already set off, will sail to.

　　After nightfall, Shao Lang did not stay any longer. He just secretly took away the picture stone on the windowsill and left.

　　Birds are returning to their nests under the sycamore trees in the City Lord's Mansion, and the air is filled with the scent of incense.

　　The empress took off her dress, revealing that she was wearing a body chain made of pure gold. It was tied around her breasts and outlined the soft flesh of her private parts, stimulating her lush pubic hair to the point of becoming wet.

　　The empress pulled up the chain with her slender fingers, and she couldn't help but moan: "It's shameful that the barbarians can make such a thing."

　　After saying that, the empress took out the chain that was stuffed in her proud breasts and hung it around her neck. Then she tied the hidden chains around her waist to her beautiful toes one by one. The intense stimulation made the empress sigh softly: "Do I have to grind it every time I take a step? It's really tormenting."

　　—————————

　　In the night.

　　After dealing with the girl's problem, Su Yun walked on the street back to his residence, holding the Hengqiu Sword in one hand and the jar of wine in the other.

　　In the deep alleys along the street, a young woman in a dark-lined peony dress was leaning against a green wall, holding a three-foot straight knife between her breasts, and her smoky eyes were longingly watching the receding back of the young man.

　　Tap--

　　In the deep alley, Qi Buchi walked out slowly holding the chess book: "Senior Dugu, you came to Liangzhou, why don't you look for Qi Chishou to play a game?"

　　Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky. The young woman turned her beautiful face, and her long black hair with red highlights emitted a fragrance in the night sky:

　　"Why, are you afraid that I will kill a child?"

　　Qi Bu Chi narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

　　The young woman smiled gently, straightened her body and walked out of the street with a straight knife in hand. Her swaying buttocks were particularly attractive. After walking away, she threw out a sentence:

　　"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your chess games. I'm only here to give you a knife."

　　"That's great." Qi Buchi bowed to the young woman from a distance, and whispered secretly: "Xu You, even this thousand-year-old monster has come out to serve you, this game is really wonderful."