Chapter 138: With Liu Qingmei There, Have You Forgotten This Nun

"Shameless!"

"A dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster, yet so base!"

"This nun is ashamed to be associated with you!"

"Hmph..."

Watching Liu Qingmei with his own eyes, like a woman of the pleasure quarters flaunting her charms, she raised her skirt right there on the saddle on the back of the Old Driver, in plain sight and right in front of him.

And then.

Once that fellow Ning Mu passed by.

In an instant.

Liuli's heart shook violently; those eyes, once like an ancient well without a ripple, could no longer remain calm. A wild storm surged in her heart, and she sat cross-legged on the roof of the carriage, dazed and at a loss, taking a long while to come to her senses.

After a low whisper of reproach, Liuli hurriedly turned her body around, sitting with her back to the Old Driver.

Seeming to sense the joy in its master's heart, the Old Driver also became increasingly active, jumping left and right, jostling the two people on its back.

Liu Qingmei's brows were tightly knit, her bright, pretty face incomparably delicate and charming, like a mountain flower in full bloom.

In those peach-blossom eyes, there was an even more vibrant vitality, like a spring breeze brushing across the surface of water.

She had thought that on the back of the Old Driver, it wouldn't be that intense.

After all, both she and her husband were sitting down.

And limited by the environment and other factors, perhaps it was just that the stimulation influenced by external factors was greater, rather than the impact brought by the act itself.

But after these few short miles.

She finally knew that she was wrong!

Wrong in a ridiculous way! This was far more than just stimulation caused by external factors!

The internal factors were even more intense! The Old Driver's "assist," given without it knowing, was like a blow to the head, making her scalp tingle.

If it weren't for the fact that they were on the road, she feared she would have already completely lost her reason.

But even though she frequently bit her tongue, intending to preserve a shred of clarity in her spirit.

In the end, she still could not withstand the shock that filled the path, as if paved upon the clouds, moving ever forward... Suddenly.

A voice, incomparably loud and melodious, filled with a charming, wind-swept allure, suddenly rang out on this official road.

It instantly startled the countless birds chirping and flowers swaying in the dense forests on both sides of the road.

At this moment, Liu Qingmei's eyes were dazed and her heart swayed; her True Person body was like soft mud.

Warm and moist like jade, yet full of longing and passion.

If not for Ning Mu protecting her in time, she would likely have fallen off immediately.

"... Homage to the perfectly enlightened ones. To the countless ones. Thus. Om. Zheli zhuli. Cundi accomplish..."

Above the canopy, Liuli sat cross-legged, her hands forming a Buddha seal, her expression solemn and grave. As her thin lips parted slightly, the Qingxin Mantra, filled with Buddhist nature, sounded like jade striking gold, the lingering echoes winding about, as if one were amidst a pagoda or temple, listening to the morning bells and evening drums.

If there were any disciples of the Buddha Gate, they would surely be captivated by the Qingxin Mantra Liuli was chanting aloud, their hearts cleared and spirits brightened.

But at this moment.

Liuli herself could not settle her heart.

Even though her mantra was filled with the radiance of Buddhist nature, and her voice was as loud as a great bell, she could never calm the restlessness gradually rising in her state of mind.

Can't this Liu Qingmei restrain herself a little? After a long while.

Forget it, forget it.

To hell with chanting scriptures.

With a scene like this, even if the Buddha himself arrived, the Qingxin Mantra wouldn't work!

More than an hour later.

The sun was high in the sky.

The Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot had already reached a valley.

Passing through this gourd-shaped opening, they would enter the territory of Changshui County, not far from the Xima Mountain Range, and in another two or three hours, they would reach Ningyang Stronghold on Xima Mountain.

【Notification: Congratulations to the Host for completing Task One. The task completion rating is perfect. Reward: 2000 Cultivation Points, 200 Heroic Couple Points, and an additional reward: Riding Mastery!】

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"Tsk~"

Ning Mu couldn't help but have his eyes light up slightly.

And before he could even try out this new passive skill.

At this moment.

He heard Liu Qingmei's warm, soft, and delicate voice ring out weakly by his ear.

"Husband, this concubine is exhausted, I feel like my bones are about to fall apart... Carry me back into the carriage to rest and circulate my energy to recover."

Liu Qingmei's breath was like orchids as she leaned in Ning Mu's embrace; at this moment, her eyes were charming, and her face seemed to be flushed with waves of rhythm.

Ning Mu also knew.

In this hour or so, Liu Qingmei had indeed reached her limit.

Even though she possessed the cultivation of the True Person Realm, she could not withstand such repeated, cyclical impacts.

However.

It really is different after being strengthened by the Locking Acupoint Spinning Top Pill.

The experience was off the charts! Ning Mu, cherishing the fair one, nodded gently, scooped her up by the waist, and then kicked off hard with his toes; the two flew toward the back and landed steadily on the carriage.

Lifting the carriage curtain, he entered directly.

In the time that followed, Liuli finally let out a sigh of relief.

Her eyes filled with a hint of resentment and shy indignation; she sat cross-legged on the roof of the carriage, her face flushed a delicate red, and took a gentle breath.

She watched the Old Driver galloping along.

Then, listening to the movements in the carriage below, she could not help but feel a bit angry.

Stinky brat.

He spoke so sweetly.

But now that he has Liu Qingmei, has he completely forgotten the existence of this poor nun? Hmph... and to think I protected you in every way.

Next time, I will definitely make you handle it yourself! Bah! You philanderer!

Time hurried by, just like Liu Qingmei, gone and never to return.

Chasing the setting sun.

Finally, after traveling for nearly four or five hours, a continuous mountain range, towering into the clouds, appeared before their eyes.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, he looked at the map Tong Yuyue had provided beforehand.

A new problem lay before them.

That was that the Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot was simply too massive; it could not go up the small mountain path.

Even the Old Driver's massive body found it somewhat difficult to walk this stretch of mountain road, and it was inevitable that he would knock over the vegetation along the way.

"What should we do? How about we find a household at the foot of the mountain to store the carriage, and we walk up?" Liu Qingmei asked, looking at Ning Mu.

At this moment.

The three of them stood in an open space at the foot of the mountain, while the Old Driver was drinking water by a small stream not far away.

Ning Mu nodded.

There was no other choice.

But he had not yet had the chance to speak.

At this time.

On the mountain path, a figure wearing a green gauze dress suddenly appeared, speeding downward.

Using Lightness Skill, the green gauze dress flickered in and out of sight among the mountain woods.

"Young Master, Young Lady."

"It's Xia Chan."

Ning Mu's eyes lit up; he recognized the voice immediately.

Before long.

Xia Chan was already close by; she had clearly traveled a long way, her small face was flushed red, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

The moment she saw Ning Mu, Xia Chan could not stop the longing from flowing in her eyes.

But she still respectfully bowed to Liu Qingmei first.

"Young Master, Young Lady, Miss Tong guessed you would arrive around this time, so she had me come down the mountain to notify you. The mountain path up is hidden, but it can be traveled by mount; however, the carriage cannot go up. It can only be stored below. If you go south from here for over twenty miles, there is a town. There is a shop there run by an acquaintance of Miss Tong where you can store the carriage."

Xia Chan said respectfully.

"Alright, lead the way!" Ning Mu nodded with a smile, then turned his head to look at the Old Driver playing in the stream and shouted.

"Let's go, Old Driver."

The Old Driver let out a reluctant snort, then ran over happily.

They put on the reins, and the group got back into the carriage.

Inside the carriage.

"Young Master, Ningyang Stronghold is so, so big; it's not much smaller than the Ye Family's manor~" Xia Chan initiated the conversation.

Her eyes sparkled with longing.

She wanted to squeeze into his embrace, but seeing the Young Lady sitting with the Young Master, she could only dispel this increasingly intense desire.

"Have you missed this Young Master these past few days?"

Ning Mu laughed heartily, and without caring about anything, he reached out and pinched Xia Chan's slightly chubby cheeks in front of Liu Qingmei, teasing her with the question.

Xia Chan's face turned red instantly, and she lowered her head in shyness.

She snuck a glance at Liu Qingmei, feeling somewhat restrained yet carrying a bit of excitement; she lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded very decisively.

"Missed... we all missed Young Master very much, and the Madam too..."

Xia Chan's voice was delicate and weak, filled with a hint of trepidation.

Worried that she might make the Young Lady angry, she deliberately mentioned her as well.

Liu Qingmei saw through it as clearly as a mirror; how could she not understand the little girl's thoughts? But she still maintained her dignity and did not act too casually.

As a superior, she understood very well that one cannot blindly indulge servants; one must be strict when necessary.

Otherwise, it is very easy for servants to develop notions of equality.

If that happens, it is not impossible for them to become presumptuous.

Although Chunzhi and Xia Chan were old hands who had been with her for many years and would not act that way, as the Young Lady and one of the future mistresses of Ningyang Mountain, she still displayed the dignity a master should have.

"Haha, come, let Young Master see, how much did you miss me?"

"Young Master will check to see how your Turtle Breathing Technique is coming along!"

As he spoke, Ning Mu reached out, pulled Xia Chan directly into his arms, and rubbed her a couple of times.

Then he had her kneel on the floor.

Xia Chan's face was flushed, and she snuck a glance at Liu Qingmei.

"Listen to the Young Master, why are you looking at me? I don't eat people." Liu Qingmei said, her face blushing as she rolled her eyes at Ning Mu in a coquettish, indignant manner, and then spoke to Xia Chan.

Xia Chan felt a surge of joy in her heart.

She immediately kowtowed and said excitedly, "Thank you, Young Lady~"

As she spoke.

She untied Ning Mu's belt.

She was well-practiced.

Xia Chan's Turtle Breathing Technique had indeed improved quite a bit.

It was clear that she had practiced it specifically.

But the good times did not last long.

The twenty-some miles of road took less than half a stick of incense under the feet of the old driver to arrive.

The small town was named Xima Town.

The layout of the entire Xima Mountain was divided into Three Mountains and Four Ridges.

And Ningyang Mountain was located in the northernmost place.

To the south of Ningyang Mountain was the adjacent Fenglei Mountain; between the two mountains, from the northwest to the southeast, it looked as if someone had used a giant axe to chisel out a gap.

This Xima Town was situated at the starting point of this canyon gap, Yixiantian.

The town's layout ran from northwest to southeast, with various old wooden buildings standing close together, built in a disorderly fashion on both sides of the road, with their backs against the mountain.

The environment in the town was not very good.

Marks from swords, blades, and axes could be seen everywhere; it was clear that armed fights often occurred in this town.

On the uneven bluestone street surface, filth was everywhere.

The pedestrians coming and going were all fierce-looking thugs carrying Wuji, spitting on the ground from time to time; one could hardly see any gentle people.

Especially when the luxurious Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot appeared, it attracted many people to watch.

Many people stared with unkind eyes.

If it weren't for the deterrence of the old driver, they would likely have come forward to block the path and rob them.

Before long.

The Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot stopped in front of a quaint, old, two-story building built against the mountain.

The courtyard was right at the foot of the mountain.

Facing the street was a two-story wooden building, connected to a furnace workshop that occupied a fairly large area.

Inside the furnace workshop, the sounds of clanging rose one after another, and the furnace fire was burning fiercely.

Several robust men were sweating profusely while swinging hammers in the room.

This was an ironware shop.

Gu Ironware Workshop.

It was called an ironware shop, but in reality, what the masters forged were not the farm tools forged by traditional blacksmith shops, but sharp regulated Wuji like blades, spears, swords, and halberds. The laws of Great Qi explicitly stipulated that civilians were not allowed to privately cast weapons.

But that was in the past.

This small town was wedged in the Yixiantian at the foot of the Xima Mountain Range, and a few hundred miles further ahead was the border of Southern Chu.

At such a long distance, with the mountains high and the emperor far away, no one came to manage it at all.

According to Xia Chan's explanation, the shopkeeper of this Gu Ironware Workshop, Gu Laozhang, was the sworn brother of Tong Yuyue's grandfather. In his early years, he had once dominated the bandit gangs in this area with the Tong Family grandfather, but later encountered strong men and had one leg broken. In a fit of despair, he set up a furnace in this mountain-foot town and made a living by forging iron.

Because of the Tong Family's secret care, and because Gu Laozhang's craftsmanship was indeed quite good, he gradually became famous throughout the entire Xima Mountain.

The dozens of bandit gangs, large and small, in the Three Mountains and Four Ridges of Xima Mountain almost all came to him to customize Wuji.

With this back and forth, he not only established a foothold here but also took a wife, who bore him several sons.

The youngest son did not want to be trapped in these mountains; it was said that he left the town very early, and now there was no news of him.

Time passed, and so many years had gone by.

The business of Gu Ironware Workshop had now been passed down to Gu Laozhang's eldest grandson, Gu Qizhang.

After getting off the carriage.

The few of them stood at the entrance and looked.

They saw that in the storefront on the first floor of the small building, people were crowding, and the situation seemed a bit wrong.

"Roar~"

The old driver let out a roar, immediately attracting the attention of those people in the storefront.

"Whoa, what kind of creature is that!"

"Good heavens, is it a strange beast?"

"......"

Instantly, some people looked at the old driver's mighty and ferocious appearance and were scared to the point of trembling.

And immediately after, a young man with a bare chest, dark and shiny skin, wearing only a pair of shorts and wooden clogs, walked out.

"It's Miss Xia!"

"Is there something you need coming here?"

The bare-chested man saw Xia Chan and immediately showed a smile tinged with a bit of helplessness, asking gently.

"Young Master, this person is Gu Laozhang's grandson, Gu Qizhang, Master Little Gu."

Xia Chan nodded, first introducing the identity of the bare-chested man to Ning Mu, and then looked at the other party and said, "Master Little Gu, this is my Young Master, and also the husband of Young Lady Tong. He has come to leave the carriage in your care."

"This is my Young Lady, and this is Liuli Shitai."

Xia Chan introduced them one by one.

"So it is Young Master Ning, I have been waiting for many days. Was the journey here smooth?"

"Come, come, come, just park the carriage inside."

"Since you are the husband of Young Lady Tong, you are an honored guest of our Gu Family. If Young Master Ning has any orders, just give them."

Hearing from Xia Chan that he was the husband of Tong Yuyue, Gu Qizhang immediately became respectful, his face full of smiles, and the helplessness flickering in his eyes vanished into thin air.

Even after finishing his sentence, he led the carriage into the inner courtyard while shouting loudly toward the furnace workshop where iron was being forged.

"Father, Second Uncle, Second Brother, Lao San, come quickly, an honored guest has arrived!"

Upon entering the inner courtyard, he shouted toward a row of houses built against the mountain inside the yard: "Grandpa, Grandma, Mother, Second Aunt, come out quickly, the husband of the Tong Family's young lady has arrived!"

It was clear that the joy in Gu Qizhang's voice came from his heart and was not the least bit fake.

And as his voice fell.

In an instant.

One could see a large crowd of people pouring out continuously from the entrance leading to the furnace workshop and from the rooms within the courtyard.

From the elderly in their eighties down to three-year-old children, the whole family of twenty or so people had all come out.

"Son-in-law of the Tong Family, was the journey smooth?"

An old man with a limp, who was leaning on a cane but still looked spirited with sharp eyes, stepped forward and asked Ning Mu with concern.

"Smooth, very smooth. You must be Grandpa Gu, right? Greetings, Grandpa Gu." Ning Mu immediately responded with a warm smile.

"Greetings, greetings. As long as those bandits on the mountain don't come to disturb us, this old man is doing just fine!" Gu Laozhang said with a chuckle, but halfway through, his gaze turned toward the small shop front outside, appearing somewhat angry.

"Grandpa, why tell the guest about these things! Your grandson will handle it."

Gu Qizhang complained, then showed some apology and introduced to Ning Mu with a smile: "This is my grandfather, and these are my parents and uncles."

"Young Master has just arrived and is not yet familiar with things. Once some time has passed, you will get to know everyone. Young Master and the other guests, please stay here for dinner tonight!"

Gu Qizhang invited him with a smile.

Just at this moment.

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist appeared at the entrance of the small courtyard, carrying a long saber on his shoulder and dressed in tight-fitting clothes. He had a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, shouted once, and then looked at everyone in the courtyard with ill intent.

"Gu Dalang, since you have guests at your residence today, we won't disturb you further!"

"In a few days, I, Lao Liu, will bring my brothers to pay a visit. I hope that by then, Dalang will give our brothers an answer. Farewell!"

As he spoke.

The man in tight clothes, who called himself Lao Liu, swung his saber and sliced the horse-hitching post at the entrance perfectly flat.

The severed wooden stake flew directly into the courtyard, rolled a few times, and landed right at Ning Mu's feet.

The man in tight clothes sneered, then waved his hand and turned to leave with his men.

Ning Mu raised an eyebrow.

Stepping on the wooden stake, he looked at Gu Qizhang and asked in a very casual tone: "Who is this person, and what are they trying to do?"

Gu Qizhang's face turned livid, and he hadn't yet spoken.

At this time.

A slightly younger boy next to him, also bare-chested, couldn't help but speak up: "Young Master Ning, those thugs are all from Yunxiao Stronghold. I don't know what has gotten into them, but in the past, the ironware and swords forged by our Gu Family supplied the entire Three Mountains and Four Ridges of Xima Mountain. Now, Yunxiao Stronghold has suddenly come to us and said that our ironware can no longer be sold to other strongholds and must be supplied only to them!"

"Look, they even issued us a decree, ordering us to comply within a month, otherwise they will drive us out of Xima Town or directly massacre our Gu Family!"

The boy gestured with his chin toward the courtyard gate, his tone filled with intense indignation.

Ning Mu couldn't help but look back.

Sure enough, a notice-like document was posted on the wooden fence gate.

'Yunxiao Order from the General Stronghold Master of the Three Mountains and Four Ridges'

Liu Qingmei's eyes flashed, she gave a light huff, and flicked her dress sleeve.

Instantly.

A stream of air surged forth.

It turned the 'Yunxiao Order' directly into powder.

"Heroine, wait!"

"Heroine, stop!"

"..."

In an instant, several members of the Gu Family were so frightened they cried out, but it was too late to stop it, and the Yunxiao Order was completely reduced to ashes.

Meanwhile, Liuli's eyes narrowed, and she stared deeply at Liu Qingmei without a word.

Hiss! This woman is outrageous! A while ago, she was only at Zuozhao Rumeng, how did she suddenly reach the Divine Origin Realm?

Others could not see the trick of it.

But as someone at the Half-step Divine Origin Realm who had been immersed in Martial Dao Cultivation Points for years, Liuli knew it all too well.

The moment Liu Qingmei released her internal energy, she sensed it immediately.

Her heart was filled with horror and inexplicable shock! "Forget it, it's torn, why panic!"

At this moment, Gu Laoyezi struck his cane and waved his hand dismissively.

"My Gu Family has survived in this Xima Town for decades, and we aren't made of mud. Who among the Three Mountains and Four Ridges hasn't benefited from my old Gu's help? Does she, Zhu Yaluan, think that just because she is a Grandmaster, she can cover the sky with one hand?"

"What a joke!"

Gu Laozhang sneered with disdain.

Clearly, having survived for decades in this den of fierce bandits, his fighting spirit had not diminished from his younger days! With Gu Laozhang having spoken, the few Gu family members had no choice but to quiet down.

But the looks they cast at Liu Qingmei carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

At this time.

Liu Qingmei smiled slightly, stepped forward to look at Gu Laoyezi and Gu Qizhang, and said gently: "Old man, Little Gu, please rest assured! I am as close as a sister to Yuyue. To tell you the truth, Young Master Ning is also my husband. If the people from Yunxiao Stronghold come again, Little Gu, you can just refuse them. If they dare to use force, you can send a message by pigeon to the stronghold, and I will come immediately to protect the safety of the Gu Family!"

Whoosh! As Liu Qingmei's gentle, pleasant, and calm voice rang out.

The members of the Gu Family immediately widened their eyes.

It was not that they held any prejudice against Liu Qingmei.

Rather, it was only at this moment that they realized Liu Qingmei's aura was so powerful, and her appearance and figure so perfect, that she was simply no less than the lady of the Tong Family, and perhaps even significantly superior!

Especially that air of calm disdain she exuded, which seemed casual yet made one admire her from the bottom of one's heart.

She appeared gentle and lovely, yet gave off a powerful aura that warned strangers to keep their distance, along with a proud self-confidence.

This kind of confidence was clearly the result of deep inner cultivation, not at all a sign of arrogance or empty boasting.

Could such a woman, who looked like a Divine Maiden, also be a wife of Young Master Ning?

If it were any other woman serving the same husband as the lady of the Tong Family, then Gu Laozhang, who had watched Tong Yuyue grow up, along with several uncles and aunts, might have felt displeased.

But if it were the woman before them...

They offered their heartfelt blessings! This Young Master Ning truly is a remarkable man! How did he tame such a formidable Divine Maiden, making her willing to serve the same husband as the lady of the Tong Family?

The members of the Gu Family fell silent one after another.

At a time like this, they seemed not to know what to say.

It was Gu Laozhang who stepped forward immediately and said with a smile, "Then many thanks to the heroine for your protection!"

"Since you are the elder sister of the Tong girl, you are also an honored guest of my Gu Family. If you have any needs here in Xima Town, just give the order to them."

Gu Laozhang pointed at his sons and grandsons.

However, he immediately reined in his tone slightly and said with deep meaning, "But the Tong girl is someone I watched grow up. Her grandfather passed away early, and I treat her like my own granddaughter. If the girl is ever disrespectful to you, heroine, I ask that you please be magnanimous; old Gu thanks you in advance!"

After speaking, Gu Laozhang dropped his walking stick and cupped his hands in a bow.

"Old sir, you must not!"

Liu Qingmei was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to support Gu Laozhang.

Then, looking at Ning Mu with a touch of shyness, she said, "Old sir, Ayue and I are like sisters. We are of one heart and one mind, and our husband treats us without distinction, with great intimacy. Old sir, you need not worry!"

She understood that Gu Laozhang was worried that she might be too overbearing and cause Tong Yuyue to suffer grievances in this household.

After all, in a household with multiple wives and concubines, it is inevitable that jealousy and rivalry will occur.

Even in the imperial household, such things are unavoidable.

How much more so in their small family?

"That is very good, that is very good!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Laozhang was overjoyed. He looked at Ning Mu and said, "Young friend, you are blessed with great fortune; one day you will surely be a dragon emerging from the abyss. With the Tong girl following you, this old man can rest easy. As for the affairs of my Gu Family, young friend, you need not worry. Since we have returned to develop in these Three Mountains and Four Ridges, strengthening ourselves is the best policy; there is no need to incur enmity with Yunxiao Stronghold for our sake."

Gu Laozhang advised him with an open heart.

Facing Gu Laozhang's closeness, Ning Mu was deeply moved.

After some pleasantries.

As evening approached, Ning Mu had no intention of staying and bid farewell to the Gu Family.

He left the Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot in the Gu Family courtyard.

The four of them departed, led by Xia Chan, heading toward the Mountain Stronghold on Ningyang Mountain.

Ning Mu and Liu Qingmei rode together on the old mule.

Xia Chan borrowed a horse from the Gu Family and rode with Liuli.

"Young Master, this mountain road is rugged and has many forks. Please be careful. There are several steep and dangerous places where a moment of carelessness could lead to a fall, so you must be very careful!"

They reached the middle of the mountainside.

Xia Chan lit a tinderbox and looked back, shouting to Ning Mu and Liu Qingmei on the old mule's back.

The old mule hopped left and right, occasionally jumping onto giant rocks or darting into the dense forest; those thorns had no effect on it at all.

But Xia Chan was worried that the old mule was not very docile, fearing that in this pitch-black mountain, it might accidentally cause the Young Master and Young Lady to fall off.

"We know, just lead the way properly."

Ning Mu laughed.

He now possessed Riding and Driving Mastery; on the old mule's back, he felt as if he were on flat ground. With a mere thought, his control over the old mule was as precise as moving his own arm—how could he possibly fall into a mountain ravine?

As for Liu Qingmei.

She also possessed Riding Mastery, and being in his arms, it was even more impossible for anything to happen!

At this moment, leaning in Ning Mu's arms, Liu Qingmei's face was incredibly radiant, and her peach-blossom eyes bloomed with shimmering colors. She bit her lip slightly, trying hard not to make any sound.

In the depths of her heart, unspeakable emotions were surging.

This boy is too wicked.

He thinks that is a ball of dough.

Liu Qingmei felt that this Ye Yin granary was already on the verge of no longer belonging to her.

Although it was painfully sore.

There was also an incredibly powerful throb lingering in her heart.

Just off the sparrow's head.

And onto the brows.

"Mei'er, you are not allowed to make a sound, or else your husband will punish you!"

Leaning against Liu Qingmei's ear and biting her earlobe, Ning Mu whispered with a wicked smile using sound transmission.

"If Xia Chan were to discover that the Young Lady she respects so much is being so wanton on the back of the old mule, in these great mountains, and in my arms, would she think her Young Lady is like a harlot?"

"Mm~"

Liu Qingmei trembled slightly.

In this place of high mountains and dense forests, the morning glow had yet to disperse, but dew had already accumulated on the leaves along the road.

As the old mule stepped through, it caused the moisture on many branches and leaves to stain their bodies.

(End of chapter)