Insufficient balance

  The cool summer night quietly played a faint nocturne under the accompaniment of low-pitched insects, and the simple courtyard still had the fragrance of mud. The naughty flame on the lamp wick was lightly dancing. That sound, that smell, that light, when mixed together, became warmth.

  Here in Chang'an City, it's as if I'm in a paradise on earth, all the worldly troubles and noise have faded away.

  There is no silk gauze, no exquisite incense burner, and no hollowed-out flower carvings on the windows. The broken wooden window even has spider webs... But it's precisely this rough environment that sets off the beauty of the woman's delicate body and smooth skin.

  Xue Chongxun lay down, Yuwen Ji knelt down, his tongue tip had all the way down, moved to the dark abyss. In her shallow low hum, clear spring flowed out from the ravine of the black forest.

  Xue Chongxun had indeed played with many women, but he really hadn't sniffed that place with his nose. Sometimes when he was alone, he would think of some strange questions, like the one he faced now in this dark and mysterious place... what kind of scent would a beautiful woman's private parts have? In his speculation, healthy people should be odorless, right?

  Now that he had the opportunity, he deliberately savored it. At first, it was a mixture of soap and floral scents left over from bathing, but as more came out, it dispelled that external fragrance and revealed its true flavor. It wasn't fragrant, hard to describe, very special breath, with a bit of stimulation.

  Is this the kind of flavor? Maybe, it's not fragrant; just like people's favorite wine is actually not sweet, but a bit spicy.

  Yuwen Ji's breathing was uneven, and her usual calm tone was disrupted, sounding a bit disheveled: "Xue Lang, you want me to beg for your mercy before I can have you..."

  Xue Chongxun thought to himself: Yuwen Ji is indeed a clever woman, she has only done this twice and already grasped the essence of the game. It's just a process of craving and satisfaction, the more you crave, the stronger the satisfaction will be when it comes.

  Her charm was innate, moaning and gasping, the precise movement accumulated desire in Xue Chongxun's heart. He had no choice but to stretch out his tongue and gently pry open the two soft and slightly hairy lips between her legs, his rough tongue scraping along the wound-like slit. Yuwen Ji suddenly let out a sobbing cry, then arched her waist and pressed her lips tightly onto Xue Chongxun's mouth and nose, making him feel short of breath.

  The suffocating feeling was unbearable at first, but Yuwen Ji's body stiffened, desperately holding the soft river clam against Xue Chongxun's mouth and nose. He couldn't help it, nor could he push Yuwen Ji away, so he could only desperately inhale, resulting in him sucking that slightly sticky and slippery liquid into his airway, almost making him sneeze.

  Her lips were already engorged and seemed to have swollen a bit, Xue Chongxun inserted the tip of his tongue into that deep place, using his slightly rough tongue to savor the tender folds of her vaginal walls. Yuwen Ji's entire body was trembling, her soft murmurs like plaintive hums, like delicate fingers plucking the strings of a zither, stirring the chord of desire in Xue Chongxun's heart.

  But the depth that her tongue could reach was limited, Yuwen Ji finally left Xue Chongxun's head and face, retreated to his waist, she put her hand from between her legs down to grasp Xue Chongxun's iron rod, just wanting to sit down.

  "You haven't asked me yet." Xue Chongxun said lightly, then bent his legs up, not allowing Yuwen Ji to sit on it.

  It seemed like teasing her, but Yuwenji didn't feel repelled by the situation. Instead, she instinctively felt a flush of shyness that was hard to put into words.

  Her face suddenly turned red and she whispered: "Xue Lang, make me feel better... please."

  Xue Chongxun smiled as he looked into her eyes, then put down his knees and lay flat, Yuwen Ji's eyes were dazed, she quickly lowered her head, blushing and not daring to look at him, but somewhat impatiently re-grasped the thing, then pressed it against the clamshell, slowly sat down.

  He slowly pushed open the tightly closed door, and a different feeling quickly spread from it to Xue Chongxun's whole body, causing him to let out a long sigh.

  "Feeling so drained..." Yuwen Ji murmured, "It's sucked away all my energy, I'm exhausted."

  But she soon couldn't resist the higher desire, her buttocks sat on Xue Chongxun's waist and moved back and forth, her waist twisted with her buttocks, and faster and faster... Xue Chongxun only felt that his thing was stirring randomly inside, tightly wrapped, and could even feel the tactile sensation full of wrinkles, like a wet and slippery brush sweeping across his whole body.

  She was crying, telling, and begging, performing a brief seemingly painful but actually sweet romance, just like the feeling of love, it's heart-wrenching, entwining, making one's heart ache, yet bitter with sweetness, wanting to continue recklessly.

  Her soft breasts undulate in the air, like ripples on water; her black hair scatters in the gentle breeze, like willow catkins flying about, as if symbolizing the vitality of early summer.

  The dim lamp cast an uncertain light, and on Yuwen Ji's exposed white body, a faint yellow glow also spread. Her curved buttocks, the beautiful arc of her waist, and her slender neck, stretched out as she leaned back, formed two extremely beautiful flowing curves. Xue Chongxun, immersed in a cloudy and misty feeling, admired this scenery, and his mind was also somewhat dazed, as if he were in a dream.

  Yuwen Ji's eyebrows were tightly locked, her teeth clenched as she whispered a sorrowful plea, as if she had encountered something that pained her to the extreme. At the same time, both hands pressed against Xue Chongxun's abdomen, propping up her body and rubbing rapidly. In an instant, the room was filled with nearly frantic cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds of "hissing" and "panting", a boundless erotic atmosphere.

  Xue Chongxun only felt that the more he was tied up, the more intense the rubbing became, making his whole body numb. He couldn't withstand this kind of stimulation for much longer. Just then, Yuwen Ji let out a loud cry, her body convulsed with heat, and her tense muscles suddenly relaxed.

  Xue Chongxun knew she had reached her climax, but he was still a little short of it. He couldn't help but continue to push and pull, his hands grasping her delicate buttocks. She cried out in distress, begging him to stop for a moment, saying she couldn't take it anymore and was going to die...

  Rumor has it that a woman's climax can last for quite some time, but after reaching the peak, she can't bear more intense stimulation and will instinctively stop. However, Xue Chongxun didn't let her get away with it, and after a round of struggle, he let out a low growl, and the entire world seemed to turn milky white... The wound was stretched, and it should have been excruciatingly painful, but at this moment, he didn't feel anything. At this moment, he even had an illusion that with just one rod, he could lift up Wuwenji's entire body.

  Yuwen Ji fell down, her face turned white, curled up beside him, her body kept twitching, still sobbing softly.

  Xue Chongxun stroked her hair with his hand and said, "I won't be back tomorrow, take care of me for a few more days, let him handle other things."

  He was also extremely exhausted, his eyelids drooping, and he fell asleep in no time.

  ……

  The next morning, when Xue Chongxun opened his eyes, he found himself lying alone. Yuwen Ji had gotten up at some unknown time. He shouted: "Yuwen Ji, I'm hungry."

  However, it was San Niang who came in. She said expressionlessly: "Yuwen Ji has left, she passed on Lang Jun's words and asked us to come and pick up Lang Jun to return to the manor."

  Xue Chongxun tilted his head and glanced at the door. Sure enough, there were several guards and servants standing outside.

  "Oh." Xue Chongxun responded with a hint of disappointment. He remembered telling Yuwen Ji last night to take care of herself for a few more days and stay here for a while longer, but she had left without even saying goodbye.

  He found that people had left, and a hint of sadness emerged in his heart. It's really hard to figure out the human mind.

  The third daughter said: "Young master's breakfast is ready, go brush your teeth first." After speaking, she brought in a "toothbrush".

  What is called a toothbrush is to soak willow branches in water, when you want to use it, bite the willow branch with your teeth, and the willow fibers inside will come out, like small wooden comb teeth, very convenient toothbrush, so there is the saying "morning chewing wood".

  San Niang hesitated for a moment, then put the willow branch into her own mouth, biting it several times before handing it to Xue Chongxun. After all, she had bitten it and was going to put it in Xue Chongxun's mouth. San Niang's expression flashed with a hint of abnormality, but she immediately said calmly: "We came to pick up Lang Jun, didn't bring any servants... San Niang can't serve people, Lang Jun please don't blame."

  "It's nothing." Xue Chongxun picked up his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth with a bowl of water. After a while, he said, "Just bring the food over, my hands are fine, no need to feed me to my mouth."

  At dinner time, Xue Chongxun asked again: "I wrote a letter back to the mansion, have you all handled it?"

  San Niang said: "It was Fang Yu Zhong who handled it, according to Lang Jun's instructions, and gave the letter to Xu Zhen, a doctor of Taichang Temple. Xu Zhen replied that everything was done as Lang Jun had arranged."

  Dr. Xu Zhen of the Taichang Temple is Xue Chongxun's man. In fact, Xue Chongxun has very little power in the officialdom and can only use a few people. When Feng Yuanjun was in charge of the Taichang Temple, Xue Chongxun was the Minister of the Taichang Temple, but all the power was in Feng Yuanjun's hands. He quietly promoted Xu Zhen among the officials, as if he had planted a nail in the government office to barely maintain his influence in the Taichang Temple.

  Xue Chongxun wanted to inform Prime Minister Wei Zhiguo of the news, but could only do so through an official, as ordinary people were not easily able to see Wei. Xu Zhen was thus sent on this errand.

  Xue Chongxun nodded: "I know, the movement in Chaoli may be three to five days later, let's wait and see."

  The third daughter said: "Because Lang Jun didn't say to tell Taizi's matter to Princess Taiping, we few people didn't make an extra move... Really don't need to tell her?"

  "For the time being, no need."

  He raised his head, as if he saw a calm lake surface, but underneath was actually surging undercurrents. The relationship between the Emperor, the Crown Prince and the Princess had always been extremely delicate, and with Xue Chongxun stirring it up like this, it became even more fantastical... What would happen next, even Xue Chongxun himself wasn't quite sure.