Chapter 510: Restraint? Please, my wife, have some mercy!
Li Qingluo covers her ears: "I don't want to hear your sophistry."
Duan Rongshi can't help laughing as he pulls her onto his lap, removes her hands, and says: "I promise, tonight I won't touch you."
Li Qingluo hears his words growing more unrestrained and blushes: "No, no… touch or not… you must mind your limits!!"
"Last night we clearly made a fuss in the room."
"Why could you… in the study?"
"Ah, you're going to make me angry to death!"
"Ah Shi, you must show some restraint, think of your body. I don't want you, still so young, to have your body hollowed out… *cough* then I'd become a fox spirit, wouldn't I?"
Duan Rongshi: "So, Lu'er, you want me to taper off slowly; it's not that tonight can't happen, right?"
Li Qingluo covers his mouth: "You know full well that my meaning isn't that!"
Duan Rongshi grasps her wrist, kisses her palm, then lets go.
"I know."
"Lu'er is afraid I'll be delayed from proper matters because of debauchery."
"But how does Lu'er know that being intimate with you isn't my proper business?"
"I am very happy."
"And very clear‑headed."
"In this world, I only want Lu'er."
"Why can't Lu'er have a little more pity for me?"
"In this world, besides Lu'er, I want no one else."
"Wife, be a bit more affectionate toward me; trust that your husband will keep his own limits. As long as you truly dislike it, I will stop immediately."
"But Lu'er can't be two‑faced."
"Lu'er, I'm already twenty‑five."
"It's fine that I have no offspring yet; it's also the first pleasure of marital intimacy."
"Do you really have the heart to restrain your husband?"
Li Qingluo: …
Could the once taciturn Duan Rongshi return?
Now for each of her sentences, he has ten replies waiting, right?
And he plays the pitiful role so adeptly.
He knows she'll definitely soften, pity him, right?
She, angry, opened her mouth and bit him.
"I lose to you."
"But your words from yesterday aren't finished."
"If we don't finish tonight, you may not think about anything else!"
Duan Rongshi smiles knowingly: "Alright, wife."
The unfinished part, of course, is still Zongzhong Langri.
It is said that after Qingyangzi's Taoist temple appeared silently, rumors of his abilities began spreading throughout Nan'an City.
They say he can read the stars.
He can also accurately divinate for others, point the way and solve doubts.
And the first celestial phenomenon he examined was the Qilong Star in the Imperial City.
"Since my humble Daoist arrived in Nan'an, I've noticed a layer of black mist shrouding the direction of the Qilong Star."
"The master of the Qilong Star in that city is entangled in black mist, so cannot be seen clearly."
"The common folk in the city are also affected, making peace hard to find."
The rumor spread quickly, and more people heard it.
Li Qingluo has also heard it.
But she never expected Qingyangzi to be spouting nonsense there…
Sure enough, soon Qingyangzi was targeted by people from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau.
It is said that the Chief Inspector of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau personally visited the Taoist temple.
After debating with Qingyangzi for two days, they observed the stars together for three nights, and finally the Chief Inspector, elated, rushed back to the palace to request an audience with Emperor Chu.
He said that outside Nan'an City, in the Taoist temple, truly emerged a reclusive master.
This master could surely cure Emperor Chu's long‑standing stubborn illness.
Qingyangzi has also seen the world.
The madness of Emperor Yan is no lighter than that of Emperor Chu.
How to fool the emperor, he is already well‑versed.
So, with steady steps, he carried the Floating Dust to the Chu Palace and met the Son of Heaven.
Li Qingluo, upon hearing this, already felt it was somewhat mysterious.
"Could it be that he truly has some skill?"
Duan Rongshi: "Do you really think Yunhe only eats vegetables?"
"He is Yunhe's inner disciple; his true skill is indeed considerable. It's enough to deal with the stubborn ones of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau."
Li Qingluo, with slight regret: "Had I known, I would have used my status as Daoist Luo Yi to also learn true skill from Immortal Yunhe."
Duan Rongshi lightly flicks her forehead: "Got off track, listen as I continue."
She dares not drift again, and continues listening.
Speaking of Qingyangzi, it only took a few days for him to gain a foothold before the Chu Emperor.
It was only because of his pill that the Chu Emperor really slept well for several days.
The Chu Emperor was naturally overjoyed.
They intended to make Qingyangzi the state preceptor.
Qingyangzi: "Your Majesty, please forgive my grave offense. Actually, this pill cannot firmly hold your condition for too long."
Because, Your Majesty, the black qi all over your body is truly too entrenched. Therefore, only by you yourself dispelling it can there be a chance to completely eradicate this nightmare ailment.
The Chu Emperor's face changed dramatically.
Eunuch Ji, seeing this, immediately shouted: 'Bold!'
If Your Majesty could really break through on your own, what would we need you, this deceitful Daoist, for?
Moreover, you've suffered for over ten years!
The Chu Emperor's gaze shifted, and he truly looked at him with an inquisitive eye.
Qingyangzi hurriedly explained: 'Your Majesty, I am not speaking nonsense.'
This black qi is indeed hard for ordinary people to see.
But I have some cultivation methods, so I can barely make it out.
Your Majesty's this black qi is formed from your inner obsession and regret. More than ten years ago, did Your Majesty suffer a major illness?
That time, it nearly took Your Majesty's life, right?
The Chu Emperor coldly stared at him: 'How do you know?'
This matter was kept very well hidden throughout the entire Chu court.
Besides a few close attendants and favored ministers, indeed no one has known about it until now.
That time the Chu Emperor fell seriously ill because the news of Zongzheng Qingyue's death came from DaLiang.
Upon hearing it, he immediately spat a mouthful of black blood on the spot.
Then he fell seriously ill, and he barely managed to return from the gates of hell.
Qingyangzi: 'It is I who calculated this by observing the stars.'
Also, after that illness, Your Majesty lost a po of your soul and spirit, which caused the black qi of resentment to cling, thus producing this inescapable nightmare ailment.
After Qingyangzi finished his nonsense, he sincerely lowered his head to show his profundity.
The Chu Emperor, hearing this, already believed it somewhat.
After all, the older one gets, the more one believes in such things.
He even believed that his lost po had been taken away by the moon.
Although this truth made him somewhat agitated, the nightmare had indeed tormented him terribly for years.
You say I still need to rely on myself; then how exactly can I rid myself of this nightmare?
Qingyangzi: 'It's simple: you must personally go to the hunting ground and hunt a tiger.'
The tiger is the king of beasts and also the wild animal with the most masculine yang energy.
If Your Majesty can hunt a tiger, you only need to personally strip its hide, hang it at the head of the bed to deter, then take the pill I give you; that black qi will naturally slowly dissipate completely.
Actually, the hunting is all a sham.
That pill is the dreamless deep-sleep pill.
It is a treasure researched together by Qin Ling, Doctor Du, and myself.
Even ordinary imperial physicians cannot detect any abnormality in it.
Ordinary people who take this pill can sleep fragrant and sweet; needless to say, those suffering from the nightmare ailment can as well.
Sure enough, after taking it, the Chu Emperor, who had hardly slept soundly for days in over ten years, finally tasted the sweetness.
What more could Qingyangzi say that he would still not believe?
Or rather, one would rather believe it exists than believe it does not.
The Chu Emperor that very day decided to hurry and quietly personally go to the nearest hunting ground outside Southern Peace City.
And Duan Rongshi had already been waiting for him in those mountains and forests.
End of Chapter
