Chapter 64: Coercion 3

  In my heart, there is a beautiful melody, embracing Wei Xiaobao comrade and humming the 18th tune of JJYY's similar mood, proudly singing loudly that era's so-called "Knife Lad" guy's wolf-like howling song.

  "You are my lover"

  A woman like a rose.

  With your fiery lips

  Let me be consumed endlessly at midnight

  You are my lover

  As pure as a lily flower

  With your faint body temperature

  Soothe the sentimental scars in my heart

  Lover Lover

  How can I forget that

  Midnight sweet song

  Midnight intoxicating kiss

  The Lover in My Dream

  Can't forget the sweet kiss

  Every touching gaze

  Melt me in your boundless warmth

  ,,,,,

  Far away, someone shouted "it's started", "it's all over", "I'm afraid it's doomed", "I bet a hundred dollars", "hurry up and place your bets", "place your bets", "I like this tune", "this seems to be a Uyghur song", "it's a Turkic melody" with different reflections from different places.

  He caught a glimpse of her being sung with a flower-like face that had lost its color.

  At this moment, they changed into a high-waisted, low-cut, narrow-bottomed, wide-hemmed, multi-pleated long skirt that can be trailed on the ground, different from the riding attire with a small opening that was worn when escaping, which vaguely revealed their white legs. A purple silk sash with golden ring and butterfly buttons wrapped around her waist, highlighting her slender waist and plump chest and buttocks, with a clear curved line in front and back. The traditional lady's dress with half-sleeves and a shawl can bring out the most beautiful parts of her figure, although it is all covered up, even a small maid can show off the curves of her hips and thighs, let alone others who are even more tempting to commit a crime.

  The peony-embroidered skirt with a hint of pink, tightly wrapped around the slender waist, revealing a glimpse of tender skin. The silver-edged purple cloud-patterned border, a large expanse of dazzling white, rises and falls with every soft breath, making one's gaze yearn to extend further. It's as if one can't help but push open the door to indulge in the magnificent scene. A head full of flowing silk, tied back with a white comb, styled in a slanted half-butterfly coiffure.

  Like a startled swan, a sudden humming sound, everything lost its color, a feeling overflowing in my chest, only one voice left repeating in my mind "You are mine... You are mine..."

  I don't want to be one of those gentlemen who only care about the heart, not the body. I'd rather be a cat pouncing on its prey, taking advantage of the situation and pulling you into my arms to savor your intoxicating scent. Experiencing the smooth skin mixed with the faint aroma of bathwater.

  As I drew closer to her, she seemed unable to escape, turning her head away and closing her eyes, as if resigned to accept whatever was to come. I wasn't in a hurry either, just pulling her plump shoulders into my own chest, my hands were very honest, only lightly encircling the slender waist that was soft as boneless willow. It was just using my palms to slightly measure her figure, experiencing the tense curves, and feeling the specific difference between sight and touch.

  Caressing the soft and delicate little hand, smelling her intoxicating body fragrance, enjoying the feeling of her tender skin, circling and sliding over her slightly stiff little belly. Only then did I realize that her waist was really slender, so slender and flexible that it suddenly reminded me of something from when I read annotations on Tang poetry years ago. It said that many years ago, there was an old lecher named Bai Juyi who greatly admired the elegance of his predecessors and named his two concubines Fan Su and Xiao Man. He wrote poems that subtly praised them, and the phrase "a handful of Xiao Man's waist" originated from this.

  It's just that her expression at this moment is not very good, like a bone seeing a dog. Why is it a bone seeing a dog? Because the bone has no legs and can't run when it sees a dog. It's helpless and humiliated to see itself being gnawed without even making a sound, yet unable to escape. I'm not that kind of fool who tortures his spirit and body just to show off his nobility. I only believe in what's in front of me, and the most practical thing is to grab it with my own hands first.

  I couldn't bear it anymore, and just as I was about to utter the words "You... are rude", I lost my voice. I had already found those two tender and delicate things that fully satisfied me, and I thoroughly enjoyed their warm and wonderful flavor. Compared to the numbness of human affairs, the icy smoothness was another kind of exquisite feeling.

  Until she was overwhelmed, some closed their eyes and went away, only to let go, but then suddenly turned straight down, buried their heads in the warm and soft pile of jade, feeling her rapid heartbeat with their cheeks. She was startled and muttered to herself, but didn't make a sound. But it was a string of warm, wet, and slippery things that dripped onto my ear, hitting the light gauze, splashing onto my cheek, and also splashing onto my heart, causing a ripple.

  "Do you know what kind of person I am?" was half-sitting in a sideways hug, the intimate feeling of body heat like musk, but just hung his head and didn't speak, realizing he couldn't struggle free, so he stiffened his body and let me do whatever I wanted.

  I could have just taken her, or even gone further to force her, she would also be willing to sacrifice herself with a heroic expression. But in front of her, who was secretly sorrowful and disappointed at this moment, I suddenly couldn't muster up the energy to do so, not for any reason, but because of that complicated feeling deep down inside me, where I didn't want something beautiful to be destroyed so easily.

  "Do you feel like your heart is higher than the sky but your life is thinner than paper, with a heart full of sorrows"

  Her face flashed with the desire to speak out her grievances and the shame and anger of having her secrets revealed.

  In order to repay his mother's care over the years, he was mentally prepared to endure anything. If he really was a cruel and tyrannical person, then so be it.

  "Do you know what I'm going to do?" Her face turned from white to red, and her neck was so red that it couldn't be any redder. But in my hands, she let out a few soft moans with a coquettish tone.

  I turned around and held her, turning her face to me, gently wiping away the remaining water marks. "This thing is actually not your fault or mine." Her beautiful face trembled in my fingertips, but I didn't stop the movement of my hands at all.

  "Suddenly giving in to a stranger with whom I had only exchanged a few words, there was a sense of resentment and helplessness that couldn't be expressed. My voice was very soft as I spoke, but it fell into her ear like a thousand pounds. As I tried to pull my hand out of hers, she grasped it even tighter."

  "In this world, the chance encounter between us is like a rare and precious treasure. Among countless beautiful stories in human history, ours is one of the few that have reached such a height. Now that we've reached this point, things are no longer entirely under our control."

  "Are you afraid, afraid that I'm as unbearable as the rumors outside? Whether you like it or not, I will never let you go." I gently covered her delicate ears, but her smooth skin broke out in goosebumps again.

  "What are you waiting for, waiting for the queen's summons? I'm afraid it won't come." (I'll take care of him myself if he comes. What a joke, aren't there enough people in the palace who can inform me? Of course, my personal guards outside had already received my orders and were dragging a small eunuch who had rushed over, his face covered and his head wrapped, into the bushes.) Her body softened slightly at these words, her expression still cold, but she couldn't hide the flash of sadness in her eyes.

  Her reaction, I wasn't too surprised. Although in this male-dominated world where women are often just subordinate objects without decision-making power, given her conditions and perspective, I believe there wouldn't be a lack of admirers. Suddenly having to devote her life to a complete stranger would be unacceptable for anyone. It's quite pitiful, with a sense of being forced into something against her will. But I don't want to use extreme measures, in case it accidentally turns into forced frigidity or physiological phobia.

  "Even if you think you've escaped today, can you avoid the future?" My words may not have shown any unusual reaction on her surface, but the slight fluctuation of her chest revealed her true state of mind. "I'm a normal man, I also have my desires. To say that I don't have any thoughts when beauty is in front of me would be a lie. After what happened between us, to say that I'm not moved by you at all would be even more untrue, and there's no need to deny it."

  "Besides, some things are beyond your control, even if there were no such reasons, I believe that Your Majesty would still point you out to me."

  "Because... actually, among those ladies-in-waiting, you and the princess are the closest. Meng Meng is still young and naive, and she's especially close to you... isn't this also a kind of fate?" This was just my way of coaxing her, but it seemed to have some effect.

  "Besides, whether you believe it or not, there's something that makes me feel like we're meant to be. I think you're the best gift heaven has given me. Even if none of those things happened, I still wouldn't let go."

  "Besides, I won't eat you," she said nothing, but her pale and cold face trembled even more violently.

  "Don't think so poorly of me, I'm not a saint, just a martial artist. If I really wanted to do something, you, a weak woman, wouldn't be able to resist anyway. Moreover, the emperor has already promised you to me, no matter what I do, I don't have much responsibility."

  "But I also understand that you may not be willing, there's a saying in my place that goes 'a forced melon is not sweet', I hope we can get along more harmoniously. So I hope you'll take some time to get to know me and like me, during this period, I won't force you to do anything unwillingly."

  "To be honest, I liked you the moment I saw you. Since His Majesty has given you to me, I have no reason to let you go for nothing. I'm not that noble, nor will I disobey His Majesty. But I think you can stay by my side and wait until we get familiar with each other before doing anything further."

  She had long heard rumors about this person and was mentally prepared for anything, but when she met him and he spoke with such a casual and careless attitude, it was beyond her expectations.

  In a chaotic world, human life is cheap, and her status as a concubine doesn't count for much in the current situation. She can't even help herself, let alone resist the emperor's words, which are like gold and jade. If he has any intentions or plans for her, she, a weak woman, won't be able to resist.

  She still didn't speak, but her heart was filled with sorrow and she began to sob quietly. I let her be for a while, wetting my chest with her tears. Her beautiful body relaxed completely, leaning into my arms.

  "I'll tell you a story, there was once a man named Liang Shanbo and a woman named Zhu Yingtai..." She cried even harder, becoming more and more incoherent.

  "Is there anything else you'd like to fulfill? Maybe I can help. Have you ever had someone you liked?" She cried with a dazed and confused look in her eyes. "....."

  "Tell me about your family background, I heard you are from Xinfeng..."

  I didn't expect it to be true, but men are always selfish when it comes to this kind of thing. Although I've only known her for two days, everything started from that intimate contact. But when I found out she was thinking of another man while being with me, it made my teeth itch with anger. I secretly vowed to catch the guy and tear him apart, but on the surface, I still had to pretend to be gentle and considerate, saying in a calm tone, "Do you want me to find him for you? Maybe there was some misunderstanding between you two, and I can help you clear it up. That's the most I can do." But deep down, I thought, as long as there's something you care about in this world, you won't be able to escape.

  She looked at me in astonishment, and I said seriously, "I don't need to deceive you, anyway you are mine, sooner or later you will be mine, nothing will change." Obviously not expecting me to say this, she was shocked for a moment, then her expression turned gloomy. "He's never coming back," I continued to comfort her on the surface, but in my heart I was delighted, after all, it wasn't worth being jealous of a dead man.

  "No matter what happened in the past, I will treat you well and maybe change your mind to like me. Even if you don't have feelings for me, it's okay. I will use the most considerate and gentle care to transform your heart. I don't want to make things difficult for you."

  This cry was so sorrowful that it seemed to have choked my heart with something, and I hastily said "this is absolutely true, our Western custom is to gather when we are happy and disperse when we part, no need to force". Of course, I didn't force her, but the meaning from His Majesty's side was another matter. Yun Rong's expression slightly changed, she seemed to have accepted this promise and felt a bit more at ease.

  I said again, "The long night is endless, but there are still many things to do." Her pretty face slightly changed to a faint red, and she lowered her head, secretly saying that it would eventually come anyway.

  "Since you've come to ask about propriety and music, why don't you sing a tune for me first?" I seemed to see an expression of mixed shyness and annoyance.

  Cultivated a romantic mood for half a day, chatted with him for a while, but suddenly slammed on the brakes at the last minute, not my intention. It's just that I heard some irregular rustling sounds earlier, and now it's autumn outside, there are so many "little animals" making noise and trying to get close to my room.

  "Or I'll teach you to sing a jasmine flower..."

  Then things became much simpler, just sing some tunes for me and talk about the common sense of Chinese music, I also sang some folk love songs for her.

  Meanwhile, there were some loud noises outside, but it was the old eunuch Hua Shi, who had been guarding the door for a long time, clearing away some things that were not suitable for viewing. There were also some uninvited movements and the muffled hum of people being beaten unconscious.

  Finally, a reluctant voice emerged from Xiao Yatou, "They said there's a good show, Yueyue wants to watch... wants to watch...", followed by Zhang Cheng's old eunuch using a tone that was almost crying, explaining a bunch of things about the relationship between this being unsuitable for children and what I'm going to do next, leaving me chilled to the bone, holding my breath in a turtle-like state.

  Singing some more explicit love songs to the one I held, who could only whisper and hum in my ear, half-forcing and half-coaxing her to sing along, hearing those affectionate lyrics sung out loud by her soft voice was also a great pleasure.

  Until the outside was quiet, even the last troublemaker reluctantly muttered "A Man sister sings, why don't you let me listen" "What is called a mouse loving rice" and so on, left.

  The emotions that had been relieved earlier, after going through such turmoil and ups and downs, are now surging again. It's about time to express myself, having endured for so long.

  I suddenly leaned in close to her, our breaths intertwining, yet with a very sincere tone I said...

  She whispered, "I really don't want to trouble you, but now that things have come to this point, can you help me?" She took a deep breath, seemingly deeply moved, yet remained silent for half a moment, then bowed her head, closed her eyes, and gently leaned towards me. Her rapid breathing slowly calmed down, and I barely heard her whisper, "You've been good to me..."

  Her skirt slipped down, revealing skin as white as ivory, and touching her hand was a thrill that set my heart racing, feeling her tremble and panic.

  Deeper and deeper, the search for beauty and pleasure, her slender body as smooth as a full moon, her curves like silk to the touch, her skin as tender and fragrant as condensed milk. In the tight and unbroken caress, she couldn't help but tremble with an unparalleled sense of beauty. There was no resistance, only occasionally, tears would well up in her breathtakingly beautiful face, like a broken string of pearls rolling down. The intimate and unbroken friction, the gentle hum, was utterly enchanting.

  That dazzlingly white jade-like skin is as smooth as silk, with delicate and subtle curves that make her entire body soft and boneless, like a gentle cloud. The goddess-like pure and perfect jade body is like a carved ivory snow lotus flower, so beautiful and tender. And under my manipulation, her icy expression forms a striking contrast.

  What I love most is that which cannot be fully grasped, plump and round, struggling in my hands, changing into various intoxicating forms, yet stubbornly and reluctantly popping out.

  Her face was as delicate and beautiful as a flower, but beneath me, she was calm and composed, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed. The gentle touch of my hand on the half-open collar of her clothes made her skin tremble with pleasure, bringing about an unspeakable sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. No wonder so many people enjoy writing YY fanfiction about Lingbo Li.

  Because she seems inexperienced in this aspect, seemingly understanding yet not quite, everything is up to me. Even because I can get her final crucial guarantee without having to make a move, I can then easily get what I want from other things.

  Although I didn't really want her, I've seen everything that should be seen, touched everything that should be touched, and done everything that should be done. I even let her relieve my tension, leaving my unique mark all over her body. It's satisfying enough for me to have no regrets. After all, a living person was sent to me, but was rejected before anything happened. The old emperor and Yang Guifei must have had their reasons, and there are still things to consider.

  Only after calling her several times did she relax completely. Holding the soft and gentle child, smelling the fragrance on her skin, she fell asleep.

  Writing this kind of thing is a cat's attempt, not very good at it, please point out the bad places quickly. This month has been spent on pre-education, learning, summarizing, and reflecting almost every other day, and I've almost forgotten that I still need to write a book, and it was only because of the comrades in the group urging me to hurry up and finish it.