Chapter 215: Early Entry into the Emerald Depths, Seeing the Dew Among the Flowers, Seeing the Butterfly Wings Fly

As Pi Yalu took off her outer garment.

"Brother Ning, it's your turn!"

"If you can't keep up, you have to take something off too~"

Pi Yalu looked at Ning Mu with a mischievous glint.

Clearly, under the hypnotic influence of the wine, she had lost her facade and was revealing her inner world entirely.

In those hazy, drunken eyes, as she looked at Ning Mu, a hint of indescribable affection radiated out.

At this moment, anyone could see it.

The game had reached a point where everyone was thoroughly caught up in the excitement.

Even Liuli, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, had opened her eyes.

However, when looking at Pi Yalu, a strange expression couldn't help but appear in Liuli's eyes; this girl was truly thick-skinned, to be sold out by her Master just like that.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wei Youqing clearly wanted to play matchmaker, helping her husband achieve a good outcome with this disciple of similar age.

Ning Mu laughed heartily, and while stroking the little fox, he opened his mouth to recite: "The galaxy is brilliant, the night is not yet deep, gazing afar at the moon like frost at the edge of the sky."

"Frost... frost falls on the cold forest, the sound gradually fades, the distant mountains hold their dark green, the shadows are vast and boundless."

Wei Youqing thought for a moment and immediately recited excitedly as well.

"Boundless... boundless... boundless..."

Pi Yalu furrowed her brows, her slender, delicate fingers rubbing her brow, searching carefully in her mind.

But numbed by the alcohol, her thoughts were already very sluggish, and with the passage of time, she became increasingly anxious; the more anxious she grew, the less she could remember.

"Time's up! Hurry... hurry and take it off!"

Wei Youqing was keeping time, and as soon as it was up, she immediately egged her on, her pretty face flushed with a rosy glow, her expression hiding a teasing, playful intent.

Pi Yalu's face turned beet red, her gaze shy and resentful.

But things had reached this point, and she couldn't very well continue to play the rogue.

She could only cast a shy glance at Ning Mu, then lowered her beautiful eyes and slowly took off the inner layer of her clothing.

Further down, there was only a thin, semi-transparent undergarment left, through which the moon-white bodice embroidered with patterns could be vaguely seen.

A long skirt, a pair of trousers, and then the underpants would be visible.

Whew...

After taking off the inner layer, Pi Yalu couldn't help but hug her arms.

She was incredibly shy.

Yet she did not know that this posture of her arms wrapped around herself at this moment only squeezed the beautiful scenery beneath the semi-transparent thin gauze, making it appear even more proud.

Especially that rosy flush from the wine, which draped a layer of crimson, alluring, and moving glow over her snow-white skin.

It looked even more wonderful.

And this kind of allure, half-hidden and half-revealed, was filled with a powerful attraction.

It made Ning Mu's eyes stare straight ahead.

"Brother Ning... it's so embarrassing, don't stare at people like that!"

Pi Yalu swayed her body in protest, lowering her head in unbearable shyness.

"It's your turn, Brother Ning!"

Pi Yalu mumbled again, reminding him.

"Ah? Oh..." Ning Mu was stunned for a moment, but immediately, he continued with composure: "The road through the vast sea of clouds is hard to know, I walk alone in search of seclusion, entering the emerald depths. A gentle breeze blows the dew among the flowers, dew drops lightly touch the butterfly wings as they fly."

"This poem is still for the two of you; I hope that I, Ning, can have the good fortune to enter the emerald depths early, to see the dew among the flowers, and to see the butterfly wings fly!"

Ning Mu wore a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, teasing to his heart's content.

His gaze was undisguised, staring with great aggression at the plumpness hidden beneath Pi Yalu's thin gauze.

"Mm~"

Pi Yalu couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

"Master, it's your turn!"

Whether it was because her current state had made Pi Yalu much more sober, or because shame had overcome her drunkenness, Pi Yalu was clearly much more clear-headed and spoke up to remind Wei Youqing.

"Flying... dancing gracefully into the painted screen, the landscape within the screen is naturally sentimental." Wei Youqing thought for a moment and recited casually.

"Sentiment..." Pi Yalu pondered for a moment, then her gaze shifted, filled with tenderness as she looked at Ning Mu, and she said softly: "Sentiment as deep as the sea is hard to express fully, longing all day long... the dream remains unfulfilled."

Her voice was melodious and graceful.

Sentimental and hesitant.

It seemed to contain an overwhelming amount of yearning, yet because of various constraints, she dared not speak it clearly, and did not even dare to have a grand dream.

This longing was all hidden within these casually spoken lines of poetry.

Clearly.

Ning Mu felt this deliberate tenderness from Pi Yalu.

He moved his body slightly, reached out, wrapped his arm around Pi Yalu's smooth, fragrant shoulder, leaned down slightly, bit her earlobe, and whispered: "A pair of swallows return to the nest, the urgent rain taps on the window, the night must be deep."

It was likewise a response to her.

You say that longing all day long, the dream remains unfulfilled.

Then are you willing to return to the nest with me as a pair of swallows?

Whether she understood the meaning in Ning Mu's poem, or because she was suddenly pulled into his embrace and was hindered by the presence of her Master, Wei Youqing, Pi Yalu's body suddenly stiffened.

She hesitated, and with a look full of caution and shyness, she glanced at her Master, Wei Youqing.

Seeing that the other party did not show any abnormality, she felt slightly relieved in her heart.

"Brother Ning, I'm just afraid there are too many swallows in the nest, and there's no room for this little swallow~"

Taking advantage of the hazy drunkenness, Pi Yalu turned her head slightly to look at Ning Mu's exceptionally handsome profile, her voice filled with gentle tenderness.

Facing Pi Yalu's tenderness, how could Ning Mu not know? Immediately, he directly blocked those flushed, delicate lips.

"Mmm~" Pi Yalu let out a delicate moan.

Meanwhile, Wei Youqing, who was on the side, although already drunk, saw her beloved man and her own disciple embracing so intimately.

Although she had long anticipated it.

Yet for some reason, she still felt a sense of jealousy rise up in her heart involuntarily.

"Hey, hey, hey, you two are playing a game, acting like I don't exist!"

Wei Youqing immediately spoke up, feigning a teasing tone.

Only she herself could understand how much bitterness and melancholy were hidden within that teasing.

Then.

Without waiting for Ning Mu and Pi Yalu to react, she recited directly: "The deep forest is silent with no one to speak, after speaking I still ponder the chanting under the moon."

Pi Yalu hurriedly pushed Ning Mu away, feeling somewhat guilty and somewhat ashamed.

Ning Mu, however, looked natural, smiled at Wei Youqing, and did not loosen the hand that was holding Pi Yalu.

"Yalu, it's your turn," Wei Youqing reminded her.

"Ah, alright, Master."

Pi Yalu was startled; her heart was pounding like a deer at this moment, and coupled with the fact that she felt Brother Ning and Master were already a perfect match, and that she was an interloper who was already in the wrong, feeling guilty as she was, how could she possibly think of any poetry?

"Time is up, keep taking things off!"

After a moment of hesitation, ten breaths of time passed quietly.

Wei Youqing urged them on with a mischievous smile.

Take off more.

That would truly put her own innocence right before Brother Ning's eyes!

Pi Yalu's heart tightened.

But after hesitating for a moment, she still blushed and slowly untied her skirt.

Revealing two legs wearing wide-leg trousers.

Seeing that there was very little clothing left on Pi Yalu, Ning Mu's eyes lit up, and he immediately recited: "Reciting poems and composing odes, the joy is endless, under the moon and before the flowers, the wine cup is full."

"Cup..." Wei Youqing paused, then blushed and said: "I'll take something off too!"

The game continued in this way.

When it reached a point of high spirits later on, Liuli even felt a little like joining in.

But she still suppressed the thought.

Time passed slowly.

As Pi Yalu and Wei Youqing had both stripped naked one after the other, only the last piece remained on Ning Mu.

The game had to be declared over.

"Looks like I'm the winner, then?"

Ning Mu smiled, looking at the pair of beautiful master and disciple before him, who were stripped of every inch of clothing, graceful and fragrant.

At this moment.

Wei Youqing and Pi Yalu were six or seven parts sober from the wine, but their peerlessly delicate faces were still flushed with the redness of intoxication, and their beautiful eyes were as charming as a pool of spring water.

Neither dared to look at each other, and they were even more embarrassed to look up at Ning Mu.

They just covered their chests and kept their legs together.

"Brother Ning, make your request; the winner can make one request of the loser~" Wei Youqing took the initiative to speak.

Pi Yalu's heartstrings tightened. She wanted to open her mouth to stop her Master.

But...

Ning Mu did not speak, but with a smile on his lips, he patted the bed.

Liuli got up very sensibly and walked to the side to sit down.

Wei Youqing blushed.

She gave Ning Mu a weak look, then pursed her lips, kept her legs together, and walked over with small steps to sit beside Ning Mu.

As for Pi Yalu, who was hiding far away, she kept her head down and hesitated to move forward.

"Yalu, a bet is a bet."

Wei Youqing reminded her in a low voice.

Of course, it wasn't really to remind her that a bet is a bet, but to tell her indirectly that she didn't mind, letting her put down her psychological burden.

Ning Mu patted the other side of the bed board.

"I am the one who is superfluous..."

Pi Yalu raised her head, her voice faint and mixed with a bit of grievance.

Ning Mu took the initiative to reach out, pull her over, and hold her on his lap, embracing them both, and then looking at the two of them, he smiled: "No, you came at just the right time!"

"Mmm~"

Once these words were spoken.

Immediately, both master and disciple lowered their heads in shyness, their faces filled with lingering bashfulness and joy.

"Brother Ning, what request do you intend to make?" Wei Youqing asked.

Ning Mu thought for a moment, then leaned over to her ear and whispered softly.

Although the voice was faint, it was not completely inaudible.

Pi Yalu couldn't help but nervously prick up her ears to listen carefully, but after hearing it, a fiery, burning sensation quickly surged across her face.

"Pi Yalu, come here."

Wei Youqing was likewise incredibly ashamed.

But under Ning Mu's gaze, which was full of encouragement and expectation, she still could not help but soften her heart.

Immediately.

She half-crouched and half-knelt before Ning Mu, then beckoned to Pi Yalu, signaling for her to come over as well.

"Don't say anything, just learn from me."

As she spoke.

One could see Wei Youqing, with great familiarity, begin to soften the hardware right in front of Pi Yalu.

And in the process.

She was also very thoughtful, using her ability as a Master to teach her disciple Pi Yalu various skills as much as possible.

And she let Pi Yalu try it out herself.

"Hoo~"

Ning Mu could not help but lean back on the couch, squinting his eyes comfortably, reaching out from time to time to stroke the heads of the two women.

"We are almost there."

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Liuli, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened her eyes, her face slightly flushed, and looked at the chaotic scene on the couch at the back of the carriage.

Hiss.

At this very moment.

Pi Yalu only felt a fierce flame suddenly ignite inside her mouth.

Gulp.

Subconsciously, she swallowed this burning blaze directly into her belly.

Mmm.

Pi Yalu was completely stunned.

"Good girl."

Ning Mu smiled as he reached out and stroked Pi Yalu's face.

Pi Yalu's face was flushed with a delicate red, her eyes shimmering and shy, like rippling lake water.

Before long.

The experienced driver pulled the Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot and stopped outside an extremely prosperous small town.

A tall memorial archway stood at the entrance of the town.

On the archway were engraved three large characters.

"Yangjiazhuang!"

This was the location of the Worship Moon Hall's main headquarters.

It was also the residence of the Yang Family of the Worship Moon Hall.

As the person in power of the Yang Family, sixteen-year-old Yang Yandong still appeared very immature; ever since the old Head of the Family passed away three years ago, the positions of Worship Moon Hall Hall Master and Yang Family Head of the Family had fallen upon Yang Yandong.

The Yang Family had also suffered a checkered fate.

Once infinitely glorious, the main lineage had withered; the old Head of the Family had given birth to four children.

Besides Yang Yanchun, who had married Yin Qingcang, the leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect's main headquarters, and had since passed away, the second son, Yang Yanxia, had also lost his life in a brawl many years ago.

Yang Yanqiu was the third child.

And below Yang Yanqiu was the fourth child, Yang Yandong.

Yang Yandong was born to Yang Yanqiu's stepmother.

Because Yang Yanqiu had also married into the Sun Moon Divine Sect's main headquarters and became the wife of Yin Qingcang.

Therefore, all the power of the Yang Family had fallen, without exception, onto the fourth child, Yang Yandong.

But in reality, for these past years, the true person in power was actually Yang Yandong's mother, Zheng Qingyun, who was only thirty-four years old and not much older than Yang Yanqiu.

However, the only fortunate thing was.

The interior of the Yang Family was very united, and there were no such things as fighting for power or petty, sordid affairs.

Zheng Qingyun's father had once been the old Steward of the Yang Family, and she herself had been like a sister to the Yang sisters; because her father had worked his whole life for the Yang Family, the Yang Family had never treated her as a servant.

Within the Yang Family, Zheng Qingyun had always acted as an older sister, raising the four Yang siblings.

Even though, in reality, she was younger than Yang Yanchun.

And after Zheng Qingyun's father passed away.

The original Mistress was frail and sickly, and could no longer bear children.

In order to pass on the Yang Family's lineage, Zheng Qingyun married into the family as a concubine to Yang Yanqiu's father and gave birth to Yang Yandong.

In fact, within the family, only Yang Yandong appeared to be of the younger generation.

And ever since the old Head of the Family passed away, the transfer of power to Yang Yandong had encountered many twists and turns, with members of the collateral branches attempting to seize power.

But in the end, with the full support of Yang Yanqiu, Zheng Qingyun and her son successfully took over the power.

Over these three years, although Zheng Qingyun did not report every single matter to Yang Yanqiu, she would send someone to notify her and consult her opinion whenever there was a major event.

Internal harmony also allowed Zheng Qingyun to hold the reins of power firmly, and no major mistakes had been made in these few years.

"Mother, Sister, who exactly is it that requires both me and my mother to come out and welcome them in person!"

Yang Yandong, who was more playful, was becoming impatient from waiting.

He looked at his sister with a complaint.

He was the dignified Hall Master of the Worship Moon Hall; even if the leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect were to arrive in person, he would only need to step out of the mansion gate to welcome them.

But now, it wasn't just that they had come out of the town to welcome them.

They had even been dragged out of their cozy beds by Mother and Elder Sister early in the morning, and had been waiting here for a whole day! They had even just made do with a casual lunch right here.

And at this moment.

The sun had long since set, and the sky had already grown dark.

"Dong'er!"

No sooner had his complaint begun than a dignified, elegant woman with an outstanding temperament beside him frowned and glared at him.

Yang Yandong immediately slumped his shoulders and fell silent.

Seeing Yang Yandong's appearance, Zheng Qingyun also felt a bit of pity.

Standing here for a whole day was indeed quite tiring.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Qingyun looked at Yang Yanqiu beside her and said gently, "A-Qiu, is it possible that... he was held up by something and didn't have time to send you a message, and won't be able to arrive today?"

Yang Yanqiu was dressed in fine silk and satin robes, yet she did not look bloated in the slightest; instead, they perfectly accentuated the graceful curves of her slender figure.

Hearing Zheng Qingyun's question, Yang Yanqiu could not help but smile slightly, her eyes flowing with a hint of attachment and anticipation, but just as she was about to speak.

Suddenly.

From the intersection not far away, the roar of a fierce beast could be faintly heard.

Yang Yanqiu was startled; before she could respond to Zheng Qingyun, she immediately turned her head to look.

When she saw the luxurious carriage with a canopy like a carriage house, and the Iron-Hoofed Cloud-Treading Lion pulling it, her eyes instantly lit up.

"They're here!"

(End of this chapter)