Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Let me try it. I'm not that kind of person. Last time was an accident!" Chu Mingkong took a sip of the Dancer's Liquid. The liquor was spicy and refreshing, and with the chilling effect of the gourd, the taste was simply amazing.

Zuo Qiuchi's mouth watered at the smell of the wine, but she was still observing Chu Mingkong's reaction. When she felt that the time was about right, she went over to check if Chu Mingkong had "fallen for it".

In this position, Zuo Qiuchi was behind Chu Mingkong. As she leaned in to confirm, her high and proud breasts pressed against Chu Mingkong's back. Having not been intimate with Zuo Qiuchi for a long time, Chu Mingkong's resistance to her had decreased considerably. At that moment, his body trembled violently!

Chu Mingkong looked down with a serious expression, watching his magnificent member go out of control, while Zuo Qiuchi also watched his stinky thing in this state after drinking.

"The new product, Hehuan Dew, is it?" Zuo Qiuchi smiled insincerely, twisting her wrists and starting to loosen her joints.

"Master, let me explain. My reaction was simply because I felt it was more polite and a way of respecting your charm. It had nothing to do with the wine!"

Chu Mingkong grunted. After being thoroughly beaten, he finally convinced Zuo Qiuchi that the wine was clean and that it was all a misunderstanding.

Zuo Qiuchi comfortably drank his wine, not forgetting to warn the kid:

"Behave yourself from now on. If you keep fidgeting like that, I'll stomp on you next time!"

Chu Mingkong was actually somewhat expectant, but he raised his hand in front of him to indicate his refusal:

"Master, please watch your words. Don't try to provoke me with such words. I suggest you give up on your illusions about me and just step on me!"

Zuo Qiuchi: "???"

After this little farce, Chu Mingkong tried to lean back and rest his head on her soft thighs. Finding that Zuo Qiuchi did not object, he lay down comfortably.

Chu Mingkong adjusted his sleeping position by moving his neck from side to side, taking the opportunity to examine Zuo Qiuchi's face from an upward angle.

Beyond the gently undulating contours of her full breasts, Zuo Qiuchi's face remained captivatingly beautiful. Her eyes, like pools of water, reflected the vast blue sky atop the clouds. The languidness on her face did not detract from her elegant charm; instead, it added a touch of ethereal otherworldly grace, like the misty rain over autumn mountains. The tranquil lake was exceptionally clear, untouched by any glimmer of light, its surface shrouded in a hazy mist.

You can never get tired of looking at this beautiful face.

As Chu Mingkong was engrossed in watching, he heard Zuo Qiuchi sigh:

"I can see that you really want to provoke your master and provoke me to step on you. I've decided to change it to breaking you instead. Anyway, I can heal myself with my internal energy."

Chu Mingkong was already feeling the phantom pain: "That's too much, I'm not watching anymore, I'm taking a break."

He closed his eyes and communicated with the filial piety system in his mind.

After accumulating for a period of time, his filial piety had reached a point where he could squander it. In terms of mutated filial piety alone, after deducting the portion reserved for system breakthroughs, he could still squander nearly 10,000 mutated filial piety points.

It would be a disservice to his gambling addiction if he didn't smoke.

Moreover, having had previous experience with metaphysics, Chu Mingkong, this shameless man, had already learned the art of flattering the system.

He muttered to himself, "System sister, system fairy above, please stock up on some jade dildos for me, and maybe some new toys too!"

Chu Mingkong kept drawing, doing two consecutive ten-pulls, but unfortunately only got the Blue Sky and White Clouds. However, the art of flattery wasn't entirely useless—

Twenty big bulls!

It seems I need to improve the quality of my flattery. Chu Mingkong thought to himself, "Auntie System, Mommy System, it would be great if you could give me red, I'll give you anything red!"

Without even realizing what was going on, he opened thirty filial piety blind boxes in one go, and got two red ones!

"So having a nanny really means you don't have to work hard anymore!"

Chu Mingkong started by unpacking the least valuable gift box, which contained a few bottles of Hehuan Dew, some odds and ends of trash, fifteen low- to medium-quality ox penises, and a bottle of gold-quality aromatherapy essential oil with aphrodisiac effects.

The two red ones were duplicates; they produced the same thing.

It's pink, small in size, oval-shaped, and pulsates violently after being infused with spiritual energy...

"While I'd like something new, is this really necessary? Is there really nothing normal? Even a cultivation technique would be nice!"

Chapter 131 The Strange Things of Xiaoxiang

The Nightblade Division of the Capital.

After the death of a deputy commander, no new person succeeded him. The current commander was inactive and rarely appeared, while the true master of the Nightblade Division, the emperor, was seriously ill and unable to manage the division.

Recently, the Nightblade Division has been in a state of leaderlessness, somewhat turning into a department with idle members. Basically, other departments send messages to them about what needs to be done, and then the Nightblade Guards handle it on their own.

The organization has split into smaller teams that operate independently and take on their own missions.

After the Crown Prince passed away, Wei Qingning remained idle in the Nightblade Division for a long time, but recently he has been entangled in various matters.

The girl sat alone in the mortuary, pondering the clues.

Her pensive face possessed a unique charm, despite her flat chest. Sitting on the narrow bench, her hips appeared even fuller, despite her flat chest.

The call of his colleagues brought Wei Qingning back from his thoughts.

"Qingning, Qingning, stop thinking about it and take a break," Yu Dehou, a veteran of the Nightblade Guard for decades, advised. "These kinds of things happen in strange and bizarre ways, but it's best if we don't get involved."

"But... the Crown Prince's body, which he had just stitched up, has just disappeared. Is it really alright?" Wei Qingning was worried about this. "A few days ago, the prison warden also said that a mass of flesh and blood containing the Fifth Prince's aura had disappeared. Is there any connection between these events?"

"Perhaps there are, but now is not the right time for us to investigate. Things that happen in the capital, especially those involving the royal family, can become as bizarre as they want without the approval of our superiors. Qingning, have you ever gone to a teahouse to listen to storytelling while you're on patrol?"

Why go during your shift?

“Listening to stories while on patrol is called intelligence gathering. If you haven’t done that, it’s a real shame! Your intelligence work is not up to par.”

Aren't you afraid of being punished for slacking off so openly?

What can be collected?

"The characters in the stories told by storytellers often get into trouble because of curiosity. So when you encounter such bizarre things, you can let others be curious, but never try to explore them yourself." Yu Dehou imparted his experience to his predecessors with frank and honest advice.

Wei Qingning: "..."

“But you won’t have a chance to continue being curious, girl,” Yu Dehou suddenly said, looking at her mysteriously.

Wei Qingning was on edge, his muscles tense. Could it be that Yu Dehou was the real culprit who stole the prince's remains, and was now targeting him to cover up the evidence?!

But in my memory, Yu Dehou's combat strength has always been average. He's basically just a lazy bum who occupies a position and lives off the government. Could it be that he's been hiding his strength all along and is actually a pawn of some big shot?

"Old Yu, what do you mean by this?" Wei Qingning asked calmly.

Yu Dehou sighed and said enviously:

"Her Majesty the Empress has given an order, considering that you are a woman and have considerable strength and cultivation, that you will be assigned to protect Princess Jinyu from now on."

"...That's it?"

Wei Qingning looked at him with suspicion.

Yu Dehou scratched his head, puzzled, then suddenly realized something and roared in fury:

"You little brat, you don't actually think that when the imperial decree came, it came with a reward, and then I embezzled your money, do you? What kind of person do you take me for! I'm just coasting along in the Nightblade Division, but I would never do anything that would affect my ability to coast along. You suspect that I, Yu Dehou, am of questionable character and would do something like embezzlement?"

Wei Qingning paused for a moment, then sincerely apologized:

"I'm sorry, Lao Yu, I misunderstood you. I've been thinking about the theft of the prince's remains lately, and it's made me quite paranoid."

Yu Dehou thought that was most likely the case, so he generously overlooked her mistake and chatted with her before she left:

"Qingning, you know that Prince of Xiling, right? He used to be a local bigwig in Xiling. He recently left the capital, saying he went to search for the Emperor. I reckon he probably won't be coming back. Sigh..."

The news of Chu Mingkong leaving the capital has gradually spread.

Wei Qingning also knew this; she knew that Chu Mingkong must have returned to Xiling to deal with the matter of the city lord of Tianya City.

"Why are you sighing and feeling regretful, Old Yu, about the Crown Prince of Xiling leaving the capital? Are you very reluctant to see him go?"

Could it be that this old slacker has a discerning eye and secretly admires his elder brother?!

"Of course we were reluctant to let him go. For a long time, the teahouse was full of stories about him. After he left, the storytelling in the teahouse lost a lot of its novelty."

Just recently, his visit to the brothel became a story told by storytellers. Moreover, to please the most beautiful courtesan, he even fabricated a captivating tale – hearing one story was like hearing two.

"The Imperial Music Bureau? The most beautiful courtesan? I've never heard of that."

When did my brother become that kind of person?!

"That's why you need to go to the teahouse to gather more information. He went to Qingmei, the courtesan, the other day and raised her price quite a bit. The price for tea has doubled. Besides, it's normal for the Prince of Xiling to go to courtesans now. He has to think about continuing his lineage, so it's understandable that he would look for a beautiful courtesan."

"What does that courtesan look like?"

Yu Dehou glanced at Wei Qingning and said tactfully, "That courtesan's life has its ups and downs, unlike yours, which is smooth sailing and uneventful."

"..."

Wei Qingning hardened his fist.

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Chu Mingkong pondered how he could possibly give this thing away. He turned his gaze to Zuo Qiuchi and cautiously asked:

"Master, would you be interested in accepting a gift from me?"

Having already been shocked by several "surprise gifts," Zuo Qiuchi wasn't falling for his tricks again; it was probably just some strange and unusual thing.

"I suggest you be careful with your words and actions, and think about whether you should prepare some healing medicine for yourself before giving a gift."

"The gift I was planning to give you this time could help you... with an automatic massage, but then I thought, if you have back pain, Master, I can help you myself, so why would you need any external aids?"

Chu Mingkong was disheartened; this thing was probably not suitable to be given away.

The main problem is that its use is difficult to explain!

Moreover, it can't be "sold" as easily as those jade dildos. Red quality is too precious, and Chu Mingkong is reluctant to give it away casually. Giving red quality to close friends and family is definitely the right thing to do.

Should we turn back to the capital now and send it to Madam Zhen and Consort Wan...?

Or she could lie to Yongzhen and say it was a magic weapon for training concentration and mental endurance, while she would put a pearl in her mouth and stuff other curious eggs in other places when she was practicing.

Flowers bloom both above and below, front and back!

But we're almost at Xiaoxiang Qin Academy now...

Damn it, I came out in such a rush. I should have spent some money on filial piety before going out. My economic advantage didn't translate into an advantage in the laning phase.

Zuo Qiuchi suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and released his senses in confusion, wondering:

"Why does this Xiaoxiang Qin Academy have an aura of demonic possession, and not just in one place? The extreme yang energy is also quite strong. Mingkong, are you feeling unwell?"

Chapter 132 So Q-spit! (27/35)

The phenomenon of becoming possessed by a demon is relatively rare, and it is different from the demonic possession caused by practicing martial arts incorrectly or the "demonic" possession of members of the demonic sect.