Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

In winter, Songcheng's quaint streets are gently covered with snowflakes, making the stone-paved roads appear exceptionally serene.

The biting north wind, carrying a chill, swept across the ancient stage, leaving only a few awning boats quietly swaying on the misty, rain-swept river.

Amidst the flowing stream and small bridges, people hurry by under oil-paper umbrellas, leaving behind a trail of footprints in the snow.

On the stone bridge, an unfinished tune drifted on the breeze, its ancient melody weaving together with the tranquil ancient city to create a moving picture.

Amidst the pavilions and towers, mottled green moss reveals the ever-deepening traces of time amidst the icy and snowy landscape.

Occasionally, the tranquility is broken by the laughter of children, who, dressed in thick cotton-padded coats, frolic and chase each other in the snow, their joyful voices contrasting sharply with the serenity of the ancient city.

Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, piercing the thin winter air and drifting into the distance.

Inside the brick and tile houses, warmth permeated every household, and food was slowly simmering in pots, emitting an enticing aroma.

Even in the cold winter, the people of Songcheng can still find a warm way of life.

Although the shops appeared deserted due to the snow, the occasional bright lights that shone through indicated that business was booming.

The streets were sparsely populated, and the occasional sounds of buying and selling and hawking did not diminish the usual bustle, but rather added a touch of tranquility and simplicity.

As you walk into the deep alley, the ancient stone-paved road is lined with walls covered with the marks of time. The charm of the ancient city is amplified at this moment, and the sedimentation of history is solidified into beautiful scenes.

In winter, Songcheng is devoid of the hustle and bustle of tourists, offering instead a sense of tranquility and contemplation. Every corner tells a story, and every inch of land carries history. On this ancient land covered in snow, time seems to slow down, allowing one to forget the clamor of the world.

In this chilly season, a beautiful woman in ancient costume walks through the plum grove, as if she were a stunning beauty who had stepped out of a painting.

The hem of her Hanfu swayed gently with her steps, and the embroidered shoe tips were faintly visible. Stepping on the lotus pattern, she seemed to be walking on clouds.

Her eyes were dark and bright, as if they could speak, and they were full of life as they moved. Her slender eyebrows were like willow leaves, which added a touch of gentle charm to her.

With a straight nose and cherry-like lips, her gentle smile seemed capable of captivating a city and a nation.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like plum blossoms reflected in snow, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Adorned with a gold hairpin and a jade hairpin flower, she swayed gently with her movements. Her jet-black hair swayed softly behind her head, shimmering with a warm luster, which made her skin appear even more like solidified cream, fair and translucent.

She wore a crimson ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a white fox fur cloak over it. Her voluptuous figure was perfectly accentuated by the clothing, making her appear both elegant and graceful.

A slender ribbon was tied around her waist, outlining her graceful figure, like a delicate bamboo stalk, supple yet not easily broken.

The skirt is embroidered with gold thread and adorned with intricate patterns, making it shimmer and radiant with every step, like a flowing waterfall, exuding a magnificent aura.

Every gesture and smile of hers exudes a unique charm. When she parted her lips slightly and spoke softly, it was like a nightingale singing in the green willows, her voice melodious and gentle.

The woman gently holds a sprig of plum blossom, gazing into the distance with a hint of expectation and sorrow in her expression. Her movements are gentle and reserved, and every gesture exudes the charm of classical beauty.

A gust of wind blew, and a few snowflakes drifted down from her long eyelashes, making her eyes appear even deeper, as if they could see into people's hearts, or as if they were hiding unknown secrets.

All around was silent, with only the sound of snowflakes and the fragrance of plum blossoms. This woman was like a living painting, making people intoxicated by her beauty and forget the passage of time.

Beside her were two stunningly beautiful women dressed in ancient costumes. Unlike the serene woman in the middle, the two women were more like fiery flames, exuding a unique charm.

Mo Xie stood at the end of the plum grove, gazing tenderly at the beautiful Ye Xinxia, ​​before turning helplessly to Liu Ru and Dongfang Wan'er who were accompanying her.

Today was supposed to be a day just for him and Ye Xinxia, ​​but Liu Ru and Dongfang Wan'er insisted on coming along, meaning he had to accompany three women. To his surprise, Ye Xinxia surprisingly agreed, leaving him with no choice but to enjoy the blessing of having multiple wives.

In Ye Xinxia's opinion, since she was about to leave Moxie for Greece, she might as well show her magnanimity as the mistress of the house.

"Let's go, ladies, I'll show you around today."

Mo Xie understood that she couldn't avoid this mortal tribulation, so she might as well just enjoy it honestly, since it wasn't the first time she had experienced it.

The four of them spent the whole day exploring Songcheng, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoying the tranquility of the ancient town's Jiangnan charm, savoring delicious food, and appreciating captivating performances.

This Songcheng in the world is different from the original. Not only is it more extensive, but it also has a richer local flavor, as if you have returned to the ancient Jiangnan water town.

The winter night, like a huge deep blue curtain, quietly enveloped Songcheng.

Travelers walked the streets of the city, the stone pavement covered with ice and snow, reflecting the cold moonlight and appearing exceptionally smooth.

Lanterns, some bright red and others dim yellow, shone brightly in the cold wind, casting dappled shadows on the snow and adding a touch of warmth to the quiet winter night.

The entire Songcheng, in this winter night, resembles a sleeping ancient city, making people feel as if they have traveled back to the distant Song Dynasty and experienced the unique charm of a winter night.

After enjoying a carefully prepared dinner and strolling around Songcheng's night view for a while, the four of them returned to their inn.

Mo Xie and Ye Xinxia stayed in the most luxurious room, while Liu Ru and Dongfang Wan'er chose to stay in a room one level lower, on the third floor of the inn. In order not to disturb their nightlife, the space on the fourth floor of the inn was reserved for them.

"Xinxia, ​​I'm going to take a shower now."

Mo Xie looked at Ye Xinxia sitting on the edge of the bed, not understanding why she hadn't taken a shower first, which was unusual for her today, but she still took a bathrobe and went into the bathroom.

Watching Mo Xie walk into the bathroom, Ye Xinxia stood up, her pretty face slightly flushed as she looked at the contents of the box, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.

After a while, Mo Xie came out wearing a loose bathrobe, revealing a rather muscular physique that would surely make any woman drool.

When he saw the scene in the room, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot, his breathing becoming heavy.

Inside the room, Ye Xinxia's crimson ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) changed, replaced by a pure white ruqun. As she sat on the edge of the bed, the skirt draped to both sides, revealing a pair of long, beautiful legs covered in sheer white stockings, showcasing their shape to the fullest.

Not only that, but her exquisite jade feet were adorned with a pair of crystal high heels, her delicate ankles and fair insteps making one want to hold them in one's hands and play with them!
What's even more alluring is that Ye Xinxia has a white lace ribbon tied around her face, which covers her captivating eyes and adds a touch of seductive charm.

She naturally saw Mo Xie's figure through the thin lace, and a blush crept onto her pretty face. She pursed her cherry lips, feeling a little nervous.

Will Brother Mo Xie like me dressed like this?
The answer is natural. Mo Xie gazed at the beauty before him with burning eyes. At this moment, Ye Xinxia was like a fallen celestial being, exuding a seductive charm that made one's blood boil!
He stiffened for a moment, then stepped towards Ye Xinxia, ​​lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. The two embraced and fell onto the soft bed.

After a long while, their lips parted, and the two gazed at each other tenderly. Mo Xie felt that Ye Xinxia, ​​with her beautiful eyes hidden by lace and her cherry-like mouth open, was incredibly charming and alluring. This contrast made him lose his mind!

Ye Xinxia hooked her arms around Mo Xie's neck, her beautiful eyes concealing the intense passion she felt for him, gazing at his face with a hazy expression, her red lips slightly parted.

"Brother Moye, I love you. Please be gentle with Xinxia tonight..."

Mo Xie moved her hand down, lifted Ye Xinxia's white-stockinged legs, and bent down.

"Xinxia, ​​I love you too..."

Soft moans, swirling thoughts, and passionate desires filled the air as the two became entangled. It was a sleepless night, a night of intoxicating passion! (End of Chapter)