The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Murong Qing's face flushed red instantly, from her neck all the way to her ears.

She stared wide-eyed at Wang Long in disbelief.

"Dual...dual cultivation?"

Her voice changed, filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

"Old man, what time is it now? You're still thinking about this kind of thing!"

Murong Qing stomped her foot in anger, turned around, her back to Wang Long, her chest heaving violently.

Wang Long sighed, walked up to her, and looked at her seriously.

"Your Highness, I am serious."

"I have a tradition that allows one to receive a gift from the Heavenly Dao after cultivating with a woman."

"This gift could be a pill, a magical artifact, a cultivation technique, or even an advancement in one's cultivation level."

Murong Qing was stunned, her mouth slightly open, unsure of what to say.

She had considered many possibilities, but she never expected that the "solution" Wang Long mentioned would be something like this.

"Sir, you..."

"I know this is absurd."

Wang Long interrupted her, his voice sincere.

"But now, this is our only hope."

Murong Qing fell silent.

She bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes filled with struggle.

Wang Long didn't urge her; he just stood there quietly, waiting for her to make a decision.

The air in the sealed room seemed to freeze.

The shaking overhead continued, and dust fell in clumps, drifting between the two men.

Waiting like this will only lead to death!

I don't know how much time passed.

Murong Qing took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Wang Long.

Her eyes were slightly red, but she bit her lip, her face resolute!

"Old man, I have a question for you."

Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor.

"Is what you're saying... true?"

"I swear to God that I have not uttered a single falsehood."

Wang Long raised his hand, looking solemn.

Murong Qing stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Old man, I believe you."

She sniffed, trying to calm herself down.

"We have no choice now. If this stalemate continues, we'll all die sooner or later."

"Let me... experience what it's like to be a woman before I die."

After she finished speaking, her face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Long.

Wang Long opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

He felt he was morally blackmailing Murong Qing.

Wang Long wouldn't have done this if he had other options.

Seeing Wang Long's expression, Murong Qing moved closer to him, nestled tightly in his arms, and said softly.

"Old man, I believe you. You don't need to blame yourself. I do have feelings for you."

"I am a princess of the Great Qian Dynasty, and it is only right that I dedicate everything to it!"

Wang Long looked at her like this, his feelings were complicated.

That silly girl.

He reached out and gently took Murong Qing's hand.

Murong Qing's hands were small and soft, her fingertips slightly cool, trembling slightly in Wang Long's rough palm.

She didn't struggle; she just lowered her head and let him hold her hand.

Wang Long led her to the stone bed.

The stone bed was covered with a thick mattress. Although it was simple, it was far better than the ruins outside.

Wang Long helped her sit down on the edge of the bed.

Murong Qing placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, and her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

Wang Long squatted down, took off her boots, and revealed a pair of small, white feet.

Murong Qing's toes curled and shrank, but she did not dodge.

Wang Long looked up at her.

"Your Highness, this old man..."

"Don't call me Princess anymore."

Murong Qing interrupted him, her voice barely audible.

"Call me...call me Princess Qing'er."

Wang Long paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Qing'er".

Murong Qing's body trembled slightly, and for some reason she felt a sense of anticipation for what was about to happen.

The two sat side by side on the stone bed, neither of them speaking.

Silence spread through the small, enclosed room.

The shaking above her head continued, but at this moment, Murong Qing felt that the sounds were not so scary anymore.

"Uncle."

Murong Qing suddenly spoke, her voice very soft.

"Um?"

"This princess... is afraid of pain."

She bit her lip, a hint of nervousness in her almond-shaped eyes.

"You...you be gentle."

Looking at her nervous appearance, Wang Long felt a surge of pity.

"Alright, I've got it."

Murong Qing took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Wang Long reached out, gently put his arm around her waist, and laid her down on the stone bed.

Murong Qing's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed again.

She felt Wang Long's rough palm against her side, warm and strong.

Wang Long's hand lingered on her waist for a moment, as if giving her time to adjust.

Murong Qing's breathing was rapid and disordered, her chest heaving violently.

"Uncle..."

Her voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed tension.

"This princess...this princess is a little scared..."

"Don't be afraid."

Wang Long lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice soft and gentle.

"I'm very gentle..."

Murong Qing bit her lip, closed her eyes, and stopped speaking.

Wang Long's fingers gently traced her collar, unbuttoning the first button.

Murong Qing's body trembled slightly, but she did not dodge.

The second one.

The third one.

Wang Long moved slowly and gently, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift, afraid of breaking it.

Murong Qing's clothes were removed one by one, revealing her snow-white skin.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like the finest mutton fat jade, gleaming faintly in the dim light of the luminous pearl.

Wang Long's breathing quickened slightly.

Murong Qing closed her eyes, her hands gripping the mattress beneath her tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Her eyelashes were trembling violently, her lips were pressed tightly together, and she was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

"Qing'er".

Wang Long's voice rang in her ear, deep and gentle.

"relax."

Murong Qing took a deep breath and tried to relax her body.

Wang Long lowered his head and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, Murong Qing trembled all over. A strange sensation spread from their lips, like an electric current, instantly flowing throughout her body.

Her consciousness completely blurred at that moment; she could only feel those burning lips lingering on her own and that rough hand caressing her waist.

I don't know how much time passed.

Wang Long released her lips and looked down at her.

Murong Qing opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears, her face flushed.

"Uncle..."

Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"This princess... is ready."

Wang Long looked at her, his cloudy old eyes filled with tenderness.

"it is good."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

Murong Qing closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and completely surrendered herself to him.

……

The small, secluded room was filled with the colors of spring.

The stone bed swayed gently, making a soft creaking sound.

Murong Qing bit her lip, trying hard not to make a sound.

But occasionally, a soft moan, which she couldn't suppress, would escape from her lips, carrying the unique shyness and bashfulness of a young girl.

Wang Long gently embraced her.

Murong Qing's tears slid down her cheeks, wetting her temples.

"Uncle..."

Murong Qing's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"Um?"

"This princess... has discovered that she really likes you..."