Chapter 227: Thoughts of Heirs

Chen Jin'er could not withstand Niu Dingtian's soft-and-hard tactics; after answering in a soft voice, she shrank her body, slipped into the quilt, and squeezed to the innermost part of the bed.

When Niu Dingtian abruptly vanished and then suddenly appeared, pulling the flustered Bao Xiruo onto the bed, if one didn't look closely, they still couldn't see that a person was hidden inside.

Dingtian you...

The red veil on Bao Xiruo's head had been lifted; evidently she had drunk the wedding wine, and smelling the licentious atmosphere on the bed, her jade face flushed completely, she was shy to the utmost.

Niu Dingtian pulled the beauty into his arms in one motion, smiling, and said: "What should I call you?"

Bao Xiruo glanced at the bulging quilt inside, tightly clutching her sleeves, her head lowered, she whispered softly: "Husband, husband..."

She originally wanted to address him as "prince", but after thinking, she changed her mind.

Niu Dingtian reached out to stroke the smooth, flawless cheek before him, and softly said: "Senior Sister, this face of yours is even smoother and more tender than what I saw in my youth."

Upon hearing this, Bao Xiruo's downcast beautiful eyes trembled; her fiery red face was as bright and charming as rosy clouds and brocade.

Niu Dingtian gazed steadily, speaking gently: "From tonight on, Senior Sister will be my wife; between husband and wife we need not observe so many taboos. Later, when I'm not here, you two can chat together."

As he spoke, his right hand had already slid down her snow-white, slender neck to rest upon the collar embroidered with gold-thread phoenixes.

As the last floral button was undone, the red phoenix bridal robe before her eyes slid down from her radiant white shoulders, revealing a red dudou embroidered with vivid peonies, covering the lady's full bosom.

Feeling the warm palm wandering up her back, undoing her bonds, Bao Xiruo's heart fluttered, her cheeks blazing like crimson clouds, her arms instinctively rose before her chest as she trembled: "Blow, blow out the lamp..."

"Let your husband have a good look," Niu Dingtian gently pulled apart the beauty's arms, reached out to lightly caress her, and said softly: "Before, I never properly admired them; now I see that among the wives, Senior Sister deserves the highest place."

As for what is exalted, of course it is the most eye-catching part in the bright candlelight.

Faint orchid@, bean sprouts just uniform, congealed fat emits a dark fragrance. Like luxuriant green leaves, newly drooping paulownia seeds, abundant purple medicine, just split lotus pod. Small cavity holds a spring, flowers overturn revealing dew, pairs of witch@ most heartbreaking.

Husband, husband...

Under the lover's affection, Bao Xiruo couldn't help but raise her beautiful brows, her lovely face like flower specks, her eyes gradually growing hazy.

"Do you know the pleasure of the bridal chamber, wife?" Niu Dingtian drew the jade-like smooth shoulders close, leaned to her ear, and whispered.

Perhaps because she now had a legitimate status, under his affection Bao Xiruo's feelings were not restrained; her soft, slightly moist eyes seemed about to overflow with water.

Upon hearing such a request, Bao Xiruo's affection slightly waned; she instinctively glanced at the bulging quilt on the bed, a hint of hesitation appearing on her flushed jade face.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian's eyes flickered; Senior Sister's compliant nature indeed had its advantages—anyone else would surely have refused out of shame first.

Thinking back to when he won over Han Xiao Ying, he had coaxed and forced her, expending great effort.

Thinking of this, Niu Dingtian played with the object in his hand, leaned to Bao Xiruo's ear, and affectionately said: "The pleasure of the bridal chamber better shows marital affection; husband has labored too much tonight, wife must not forget her duty."

Having said that, he fiercely kissed the beauty's flushed cheek, then released the object in his hand and lay flat on the bed.

Afterwards, one hand reached into the quilt to grope, while the other stroked Bao Xiruo's smooth, fat-like white back.

Bao Xiruo's graceful figure sat sideways on the bed; under Niu Dingtian's scorching gaze, her jade face flushed rosy like clouds.

Moreover, the golden phoenix crown still upon her hairdo, in the glow of the bright candlelight, revealed the lady's charm and dignity all the more.

At this moment, the long night had grown deep, the moonlight pure as silver, hanging in the firmament.

When the full moon fell beneath the eaves, entering the side room through the window lattice, catching sight of a delicate figure behind the screen bending forward, perhaps out of shame at seeing a certain scene, she quickly fled the window and hid behind the willow branches.

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Having exhausted Bao Xiruo in the dead of night, Niu Dingtian exerted all his strength, returning a round of gratitude.

After the two wives fell asleep, he quietly dressed and left the room.

Even though his essence was abundant and his resources ample, he still found it hard to withstand the successive draining by four people.

After taking a brief breather in the courtyard, Niu Dingtian went to Murong Miaozhen's new bridal chamber.

As he had expected, this wife also sat quietly on the bed awaiting him; if she did not lift her veil tonight, she would likely sit there until dawn.

Thus the procedure remained the same: lift the red veil, drink the wedding wine, and once again begin the conquest of the bed.

Although Murong Miaozhen's cultivation was not particularly deep, she had trained in spear techniques since childhood, her body extremely supple; after Niu Dingtian had enjoyed the pleasure of her long legs, he also coaxed and forcibly brought over Fen Tian.

For the wives he had taken, even if exhausted to death he would taste them all; he resolved that tonight he would not cease until he had completed the conjugal duty with every wife.

After a bout of cloud‑and‑rain, the side room's commotion gradually waned; beside the bed lay scattered melon seeds, peanuts, clothing, shoes, and dudous, etc.

Meanwhile, on the bed Niu Dingtian embraced a delicate figure on each side, chatting as they leaned together.

Murong Miaozhen rested her head against Niu Dingtian's chest, her flushed jade face unable to hide her fatigue; recalling what she had just seen, she opened her soft, slightly moist eyes and asked curiously: "How did Sister come to have characters inscribed on her back?"

Upon hearing about the characters on the back, Niu Dingtian's heart heated; without waiting for Fen Tian's reply, his large hand involuntarily moved downward.

He now somewhat understood why some women in later ages would inscribe characters in certain places.

Fen Tian felt as if her whole body were about to fall apart, limp and powerless; although she had wanted to resist earlier, this person had exerted all his strength upon her.

Hearing this, she fiercely grabbed the hand that had been teasing her, her tone quite weary, and said: "This is the martial art my mother left me; to prevent its loss, she had it inscribed on my back."

"Oh..." Murong Miaozhen softly exclaimed, then slowly closed her eyes.

Niu Dingtian patted the smooth, warm, supple mound in his hand and said: "Last time there was still this piece uncopied; later, husband has a task, so I'll trouble the two wives."

"No!" Fen Tian firmly refused, propping up a soft, white arm and sitting up.

Her flowing hair fell forward, half‑covering her exquisite jade‑like collarbone, together with her slightly trembling, fat‑rich skin.

Niu Dingtian reached out and pulled the jade‑like person into his embrace, laughing: "We're all our own people; what's there to hide? Wives are not allowed to look outside."

"And it's not like I'm looking at you!"

Fen Tian reached out and pinched him a bit, wanting to retort, but feeling a wave of weakness, she buried her head in Niu Dingtian's embrace and murmured: "If husband is in a hurry, I can copy it myself tomorrow with a mirror; no need to bother the younger sister."

The characters on her back extend too deep, nearly reaching her private parts; she has no face to let outsiders pry and look.

Niu Dingtian also understood his wife's difficulty; during their intimacy earlier, he had seen it clearly. However, this minor difficulty is nothing compared to the importance of harmonious intimacy among the wives.

Thinking of this, he leaned to the lady's ear and said: "Good wife, one time raw, two times practiced; what ought to have been seen has been seen. If you don't bring Wife Miaozhen over, husband may just do it himself later."

Fen Tian only felt her head heavy and hazy, not lifting it; knowing this person had her figured out, she didn't want to make a futile rebuttal, and bit hard at a piece of flesh near her mouth.

Niu Dingtian understood, then patted Murong Miaozhen on the other side, saying: "This task I entrust to you, husband; you must examine it carefully, allowing no mistake at all."

"Understood..." Murong Miaozhen, apparently sleeping soundly, upon hearing this slightly opened her cherry lips, a trickle of saliva escaping, and replied in murmurs.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian's heart also arose a feeling of pity.

Waiting for the burning heaven also fell into a drowsy sleep, he lightly kissed the two people's smooth jade-like foreheads, got up gently, dressed, and quietly left the room.

At this moment, the round moon slanted westward in the sky above, and dawn was not far off.

When Niu Dingtian pushed open Yan Huixi's room door, on the high table before him lay piles of candle wax; two red candles carved with dragon and phoenix gold lacquer burned quietly, each less than two inches tall.

Seeing the maid Yun Ling asleep with her head on the table, Niu Dingtian stepped forward and gently poked her shoulder.

Although there was an earth dragon in the room, a girl like her who knew no martial arts was still prone to catching a chill.

"Son‑in‑law? Up this early?" After seeing who it was, Yun Ling rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked.

Before Niu Dingtian could reply, a puff of laughter came from the bed draped with a red mat; it was Yan Huixi, dressed in a phoenix‑and‑mandarin duck wedding robe, her head covered with a red veil, sitting quietly there, having waited the whole night.

Niu Dingtian smiled, reached out to rub Yun Ling's soft cheek, and said, "Go lie on the bed in a while; be careful not to catch a chill."

Saying that, he walked toward the bed.

As for this hardworking maid who had served him, Niu Dingtian still felt quite fond of her.

At this moment, Yun Ling finally realized she had dozed off.

Seeing her own son‑in‑law pick up the bride and head outdoors, she exclaimed, "Son‑in‑law, we haven't drunk the wedlock wine yet!"

"Let's drink elsewhere," Niu Dingtian said without turning back. "Rest well; you'll sleep on the wedding bed shortly."

Before his words finished, the two figures had already left the side room.

Walking under the eaves, looking at the unusually obedient wife in his arms, Niu Dingtian leaned close to the red veil and whispered, "It'll be dawn soon; husband will bring you and your little Ying sister to sleep together—are you willing, wife?"

"Hmm…"

Yan Huixi gave no further hesitation, replying softly, her voice like a mosquito's buzz.

She probably also understood that after her turn, the others likely had no chance to enjoy the bridal night.

Niu Dingtian held Yan Huixi, passed under the eaves, and entered a side room.

Inside, a red‑clad figure sat motionless on the inner bed, illuminated by the glowing candlelight.

At the sudden movement and sound, her body, tense all night, suddenly relaxed.

He walked to the bedside, placed Yan Huixi beside Han Xiao Ying, then took out a dragon‑phoenix wine cup from his sleeve and set it next to the wine pot on the table.

After pouring the wedlock wine, without the slightest hesitation he picked up the joy scale on the table and gently lifted the two red veils.

Looking at their bashful, joyful flower‑like faces, Niu Dingtian involuntarily said softly, "Remember that winter night when I first brought Huixi sister to my manor, then fled for two days and a night; upon waking I saw Xiao Ying sister. Tonight we can sit together—this too is fate."

Seeing the two women gazing steadily at him, Niu Dingtian gave a gentle smile, handed each a wine cup, took one for himself, and, gazing at the two beauties, said warmly:

"To be husband and wife in this life is the blessing cultivated from past lives. Let us drain this cup; if one day the husband is not by your side, you must support each other."

The three drank the joined‑cups wine, set the cups down, and Niu Dingtian removed the phoenix crowns from the two wives' heads; without taking off their clothes, he climbed onto the bed, embracing one on each side and lying sideways at the head of the bed.

"Husband, do you have something on your mind?" Han Xiao Ying hesitated, lifted her gaze to Niu Dingtian, and asked softly.

Those words, as she heard them, always gave her an indescribable feeling.

Niu Dingtian shook his head, closed his eyes in feigned sleep, and said, "Let the husband hold you for a rest; I'll make sure neither wife suffers loss."

After a night of passion, he suddenly felt a reluctance to part from this world, hesitating whether to first tell the truth to the several women.

Han Xiao Ying and Yan Huixi both froze at his words; a moment later, their cheeks gradually flushed and they lowered their heads.

Niu Dingtian chuckled, opened his eyes, and said, "We're an old married couple now; take off your clothes and let's first get some sleep under the covers."

Having said that, he quickly stripped down to only his underpants, flung open the embroidered quilt, and slipped into the blanket.

Han Xiao Ying bit her lower lip, also undid her wedding robes, wore her underpants and undershirt, lifted the quilt, and leaned into Niu Dingtian's embrace.

Seeing this, Yan Huixi, face flushed, fumbled with her buttons for a while before finally undoing them, removed her outer garments, and curled up inside the blanket.

Niu Dingtian unhesitatingly slipped his hands into their collars, instantly feeling a soft, warm mass between his palms and fingers.

Soon the temperature inside the blanket rose sharply, and before he knew it……

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At the mao hour, the golden rooster heralded dawn; the gentle morning light streamed through the window lattice into the side room.

When Niu Dingtian opened his weary eyes, the two wives in his arms were gone.

After this whole night of continuous exertion, if he did not cultivate to recover, he felt more fatigued than after fighting an old monk.

Fortunately, the several women all received equal favor, and the bridal night ended perfectly.

What matters most from now on is the cause of eliminating ignorance, and also, before leaving, to have as many children as possible.

As for whether the great undertaking will have heirs, it doesn't matter; at the very least, after departing he should leave the several women something to remember him by.

He lightly sensed the positions of the several women, got out of bed, glanced at the brand‑new python robe prepared at the bedside, thought it over, and still put it on. (End of chapter)