Chapter 720: A Lovely Lady in the South

The night deepens.

The oil lamp in the big tent finally went out.

Chen Wuji rubbed his sore shoulders and stepped inside the curtained area.

He wasn't asleep, and neither Qin Zhanhong nor Lu Wanwan could sleep; they were huddled together studying martial arts.

Although Lu Wanwan claimed she didn't know martial arts, she could scale walls and rooftops, and when she talked about training techniques and qi flow, she was exceedingly knowledgeable—her grasp of swordsmanship was especially profound.

While they chatted, Chen Wuji happened to overhear a bit.

Initially Qin Zhanhong was giving advice, but then Lu Wanwan did the talking while Qin Zhanhong listened.

The teacher suddenly became the student, then this teacher flew into a rage, seizing Lu Wanwan and shouting, "This is what you claimed you don't know martial arts—how is this not knowing martial arts?"

Chen Wuji was busy with paperwork then and paid it no heed.

But this time Qin Zhanhong's provocation was entirely her own affair, unrelated to Lu Wanwan; it was just that her memory was too good, and Lu Wanwan had led her astray.

Lu Wanwan may never have had systematic training as a child, but the entire village consisted of sword knights; her grandfather and San Shu were still Grandmaster-level masters, so even just absorbing things by osmosis, she wouldn't have learned little.

Lu Wanwan kept insisting she hadn't learned martial arts, and Qin Zhanhong, hearing it over and over, almost believed her.

And then… came this present self-inflicted humiliation.

In fact, Chen Wuji clearly remembered saying that day when he brought Lu Wanwan along, that her skills were quite good and she could easily keep up with the army on campaign.

A bad memory and being easily provoked are to be expected.

"Husband, quickly discipline this little hussy—she's deceiving people!" Qin Zhanhong bellowed as soon as she saw Chen Wuji come in, "At such a young age not learning properly, she's actually learned to deceive—this sort of atmosphere must be stopped; hurry and spank her buttocks."

Lu Wanwan shrank her neck and spoke weakly: "I really haven't practiced; it's just that the elders at home occasionally give me a few casual pointers. They say a young lady only needs to know a little self-defense. This… I really haven't practiced, but I'm not completely incapable—I should count as knowing a little."

Qin Zhanhong flushed instantly, "You call this knowing a little? This is knowing a little?!"

"'Is… is it not?' Lu Wanwan asked uncertainly."

Qin Zhanhong said nothing, then suddenly lunged forward and tugged at Lu Wanwan's skirt.

"Sister, sister, what are you doing?" Lu Wanwan cried out in panic.

"What are you doing? If I don't give you a beating, I can't vent my anger!" Qin Zhanhong roared.

Lu Wanwan gave up resistance, letting Qin Zhanhong pull down her skirt, and said obediently, "Sister, if a beating will make you feel better, go ahead—I truly haven't deceived you."

"Hmph! Don't give me that act!" Qin Zhanhong snapped, "No matter how weak you pretend to be, today's beating is certain—get ready."

"Oh…"

Lu Wanwan really went along with it.

But faced with that round, pert butt, Qin Zhanhong didn't use much force, rubbing and clicking her tongue in amazement: "How did this grow like this? Why can it become so beautiful? It even feels somewhat translucent—this is too exaggerated."

"Husband, you try it quickly—the feel is wonderful!"

Lu Wanwan's cheeks flushed instantly, "Sister, go ahead and hit me!"

"No, I've changed my mind—I'm not hitting you, I just want to play." Qin Zhanhong declared.

"Such a lovely treasure—if I ruined it, I'd feel bad. I'm telling you, this is its dignity, it has nothing to do with you. If you didn't have such a gorgeous butt, I'd surely have whipped you to death today."

Chen Wuji: …

He couldn't help but feel relieved that Qin Zhanhong is a woman.

Otherwise, countless girls across the world would surely suffer at her hands.

"Husband, come quick! It feels so good!"

Under Qin Zhanhong's enthusiastic invitation, Chen Wuji also joined in.

After a day's busyness, indulging in something like this—who would say it isn't a form of relaxation?

No wonder Qin Zhanhong's heart fluttered; Lu Wanwan's buttocks are truly gorgeous.

Exactly as Qin Zhanhong's plain description put it: skin tender and white, shaped like a peach, truly beautiful to the utmost.

Chen Wuji, too, has seen the world; if it were merely a matter of pulling out the buttocks for comparison.

Lu Wanwan is unequivocally the foremost among all his women.

Although San Niang's is also very lovely, her complexion isn't as delicate as Lu Wanwan's.

"Husband, you seem about to give out…"

"What nonsense, I haven't even started—where would I be unable to continue?"

"What I mean is, I can't hold out much longer."

"That's true."

"Then let Wanwan come first, let's discipline this little hussy!"

"I think that'll work!"

Chen Wuji and Qin Zhanhong, these two troublemakers, quickly agreed to attack Lu Wanwan first.

Blushing with peach‑and‑plum hues, Lu Wanwan gave a shy, alluring laugh in the lamplight, "Husband, sister, go easy… ah, don't… sister, I was wrong, don't do that."

"Older sister, I was wrong, truly wrong…"

Qin Zhanhong gave a vicious grin, "You know you're wrong now? Too late! I insist on doing it this way, we'll take turns—get down on your belly!"

What would it be like when two lovely beauties play topsy‑turvy?

Anyway, Chen Wuji really couldn't take it anymore.

Qin Zhanhong's antics messed up Lu Wanwan and also gave him quite a stir.

Sure enough, the household still needs someone like Qin Zhanhong who plays wild.

Otherwise, there would certainly be far less fun.

Spring nights are fleeting; this fine moment is upon us.

Chen Wuji gradually lost himself in her alluring, low laugh.

……

After a brief indulgence, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the camp rang with heavy drumbeats.

Chen Wuji, weary all over, crawled out from the bed where jade-like bodies lay scattered; under the service of Qin Zhanhong and Lu Wanwan he washed up and changed clothes; then he donned armor.

After eating something simple, Chen Wuji led his Personal Guard in inspecting the entire camp.

Afterwards, the army set out.

That night passed uneventfully, with no one storming the camp and no sneaky figures appearing.

The bustling Rivers and Lakes of Nan Jun seemed not yet to have planned how to move against him.

This left Chen Wuji feeling somewhat bored.

He was actually quite curious whether a Rivers and Lakes martial artist could withstand a single charge from the army, or a volley of arrow rain.

Today, atop Chen Wuji's carriage there were no longer two Chen Clan Personal Guards sharing the duty of weighing down the carriage; merely on the carriage shaft sat a plain‑clothed figure, dressed exactly like a coachman—this was Kong Jianshi.

This was Chen Li's arrangement.

Kong Jianshi said that wearing armor would hinder his speed, so he naturally became the coachman.

He was also one of only three in the entire central army who did not wear armor.

The other two were now inside Chen Wuji's carriage.