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

"Then after a while, I will give you another sword, Master. You can be generous in your gratitude. But the gift doesn't need to be so formal. Just let me pat your butt a couple of times."

Zuo Qiuchi knew this kid liked to act first and ask questions later, so before he could finish speaking, Zuo Qiuchi had already reached out to protect his buttocks.

Unfortunately, Chu Mingkong took an unorthodox approach, aiming for something else entirely. He used a dragon claw technique to grab Zuo Qiuchi's chest, rendering Zuo Qiuchi's defense ineffective.

Zuo Qiuchi: "..."

Chapter 267 Master, Your Pears Are So Juicy

In the evening, Chu Mingkong started cooking early. He had to buy some of the more complicated dishes directly from the restaurant, but he still managed to put together a large table full of food.

We pulled the table out into the courtyard, set against the backdrop of the twilight glow and the lingering warmth of the breeze, and with a few jugs of fine wine, we began our dinner.

From Chu Mingkong's personal perspective, having dinner in this atmosphere was far more pleasant and comfortable than in a magnificent residence, and he really wanted to invite his two mothers to join them for dinner.

However, if Princess Chu and Consort Wan were to come over, they might feel a little uncomfortable facing Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying. After all, they are not familiar with each other, and a nice meal could turn into a prison sentence.

This kind of dinner setting was quite nice for Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying, who weren't particularly interested in luxury. However, Chu Mingkong would occasionally give them a silly grin, which was a bit of a mood killer, but they got used to it and didn't mind.

"Master, Fengying, is there anywhere you'd like to go for a stroll? I'll take you there when I have some time." Chu Mingkong downed a small cup of wine in one gulp, wincing at the spiciness yet feeling a sense of exhilaration.

"I'm fine with it. You can ask Fengying. Back when I was in Xiling, I went to many places with you and Yunhan. I don't care about revisiting these places now."

Zuo Qiuchi was easygoing, but his eating habits were anything but. Like Feng Ying, he ate slowly and deliberately. Feng Ying put down his chopsticks and said:

"To be honest, I've been to quite a few places in Xiling. If you're going there for scenery you've never seen before, then it's not worth it. But if something interesting happens there, then that's a different story."

Chu Mingkong nodded. It seemed that they didn't plan to go out at all, which saved him the trouble of planning.

If any of them wanted to go somewhere, Chu Mingkong would have to secretly take them there after setting off, because his two mothers planned to keep him there and use up his reserves.

The sound of clinking glasses occasionally echoed in the courtyard. When a glass was empty, Chu Mingkong would pour more wine.

He saw Zuo Qiuchi take a braised chicken leg, and snatched it from her bowl with his tiger's mouth. Zuo Qiuchi said angrily:

"Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? There's still a chicken leg left on my plate, why do you have to snatch it from my bowl? Do you enjoy eating my saliva so much? I might as well spit a few times in your mouth!"

"what--"

Chu Mingkong opened his mouth wide openly, showing no sign of backing down. Zuo Qiuchi, standing to the side, was speechless with anger.

If Chu Mingkong were just being stubborn and arguing with her, Zuo Qiuchi really wouldn't mind spitting at him a few times to make him feel bad. But the problem is that Chu Mingkong is like this... If she really spat at him, he might even be happy about it, and Zuo Qiuchi would lose face, but she can't let Chu Mingkong feel bad.

Zuo Qiuchi would never do something that is purely self-destructive or detrimental to others.

Fengying was eating stir-fried potatoes and shredded pork when he saw the interaction between the master and apprentice, and couldn't help but complain:

"Zuo Qiuchi, I suspect that Chu Mingkong secretly recognized someone even more shameless as his master without your knowledge. His shamelessness is now far superior to yours."

"Who are you calling shameless?" Zuo Qiuchi snatched Feng Ying's wine glass, drank her wine in one gulp, and then scolded Chu Mingkong, "Don't pour wine for Feng Ying."

Chu Mingkong stepped in to clear Zuo Qiuchi's name:

"Don't talk nonsense! I've surpassed my teacher! Fengying, do you know how I made the stir-fried potatoes and shredded pork you're eating now?"

Fengying muttered to herself whether his words had any deeper meaning, and then pondered whether there was anything special about the dish in the bowl, but she didn't notice anything unusual. Although the dish was delicious, there was nothing special about it.

"How is it made? Is it made by shredding potatoes and stir-frying them with shredded meat?"

"You're really being blunt..." Chu Mingkong said.

"Do you know why you need to cut the potatoes into shreds before stir-frying them?"

"It's more flavorful, cooks faster, and is easier to eat. Even someone like me who doesn't cook knows that, so why are you asking this?" Zuo Qiuchi interrupted, unable to tolerate the nonsensical question.

Chu Mingkong looked at Feng Ying and said:

"At that moment, I imagined the potato as a wind shadow, and then I felt like I could hear the potato saying, 'Stir-fry me!'"

Fengying: "..."

Zuo Qiuchi: "..."

The two were stunned for a moment before they realized the meaning of the homophone, and they were speechless.

Feng Ying's excellent attitude and elegant demeanor were all thoroughly irritated by Chu Mingkong, who reached out and pinched the soft flesh of his waist. She said:

"Tell Zuo Qiuchi the same thing!"

How did this end up involving me...? But having grown accustomed to Chu Mingkong's witty remarks, Zuo Qiuchi was quite curious about what new tricks he could come up with, so she agreed:

"Okay, you make one like this for me too, but it can't be the same as Fengying's."

Chu Mingkong thought for a moment and said:

"Master, do you remember when we were eating pears before? You didn't want the juice to get your hands dirty. Do you know what you said to me back then?"

Zuo Qiuchi recalled that it was roughly the same thing. At that time, she asked Chu Mingkong to cut it into pieces, and he used chopsticks to pick it up and hand it to her.

"What did you say?"

Chu Mingkong picked up a chopstick and gestured with it, then chuckled and said:

"You said, Mingkong, hurry up and insert it into me, Xueli, hurry up and put it in! Xueli's juice is about to come out, lick it off for me."

Feng Ying then smiled, her beautiful face with exotic features blossoming into a radiant smile. Chu Mingkong was completely captivated by her beauty when a sudden sharp pain in his lower back shattered his enjoyment.

He looked at Zuo Qiuchi with pain in his eyes:

"Master, when others pinch someone's waist, it's just pinching their waist, but it feels like you're trying to twist my kidneys off..."

Chu Mingkong was flexible and adaptable. With the chicken leg grease still on his lips, he buried his face in front of Zuo Qiuchi's breasts and apologized.

"Your mouth is all greasy! Don't rub it on the spice!"

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After spending time with Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying at Qingxin Mansion, it was just nightfall.

Normally, Chu Mingkong would go over to chat with the mothers around bedtime, but today, because Princess Chu had instructed him in advance, he had to go earlier.

However, Consort Wan did tell him to come earlier, meaning he should go to Princess Chu's place first, and then go to Consort Wan's place for his turn.

"But what if the two of them stay in the same room all the time? Never mind, I can't handle that either." Chu Mingkong scratched his head, realizing that this seemed to be the only option.

Princess Chu is meticulous in her work; she would probably have sent Consort Wan away beforehand.

Chu Mingkong pondered for a moment, still wanting to make up for the regret of that night when he was pounding medicine. He wanted to ask the Cat-Tail Princess for help, but how to bring it up was a problem.

Or you could say... Princess Consort of Chu, you don't want Consort Wan to know that you dressed up as Catwoman before, do you?

Tianya Tower became much quieter after nightfall, and it remained eerily quiet all the way to the City Lord's Pavilion.

Chu Mingkong looked around quietly and found that Consort Wan was taking a bath, while Princess Chu was alone in her boudoir. It seemed that this was also a time when the two mothers were acting separately.

He had just entered the Chu Princess's boudoir when he almost thought he had entered incorrectly.

The Queen Consort of Chu was facing away from the mirror, fiddling with how to attach the tail...

Chapter 268 Takeda Hiromitsu's Face

The scene became tense and awkward. The two people in the room stood frozen in place, as if the space had been frozen.

When Chu Mingkong caught her in the act, Princess Chu was contemplating suicide. It seemed that she had lost all right to live in Xiling and in front of her son.

Chu Mingkong was truly shocked by this unexpected scene and couldn't react for a while. After all, even the Princess Consort of Chu was not used to being called "Pheasant Baby" by him, and now she was tinkering with this by herself in the room.

Before entering the room, Chu Mingkong was thinking about something similar. Although he knew it was difficult for him to fall under illusions, this coincidence made him take it seriously.

......but,

Such an outrageous illusion is worth testing to see if there are any traps, and to gauge its depth!

Well, this doesn't look like an illusion at all. If he turns around and leaves now, it will be the Princess Consort of Chu who will suffer.

Such a proud woman, secretly tinkering with this kind of thing, and then getting caught...

Chu Mingkong strode forward, his large strides quickly turning into hurried, impatient steps. The Princess Consort of Chu, trying to hide her cat tail behind her back, frantically tried to retreat as her son rapidly approached, but there wasn't enough room behind her to do so.

Chu Mingkong grabbed the Chu Princess's jade-like feet and gently pulled her to his side. Her fair, smooth skin on her buttocks and legs was incredibly tender, and there was little resistance when he pulled her over on the bed. She was naturally pulled in front of Chu Mingkong, almost into his arms.

"Little Pheasant, are you having fun here all by yourself?"

"...You, you go out first, and come back in a while later."

Princess Chu turned her face away, her pink cheeks flushed, her beauty alluring and captivating. She was already a voluptuous beauty of unparalleled grace, but now her charm was even greater. Her breath was like orchids and musk, carrying a sweet and rich scent, like a seductive fragrance that ignited the lustful fire in Chu Mingkong's lower abdomen, a fire that made him swell and bulge.

The beautiful woman lowered her head, trying to avoid Chu Mingkong's gaze, but her lowered eyes were able to see his intense reaction. Although it was hidden in her trousers, it made the Princess Chu's heart tremble with fear, her heart flutter, and her eyes unconsciously become hazy and intoxicated.

"Since we're already here, why are you telling us to leave, little Zhi'er? I'm going to find Consort Wanhua now."

Chu Mingkong made a move to get up and leave. Princess Chu knew that this guy was just pretending to be interested in her, but when she saw him take two steps, she was worried that Chu Mingkong would actually go to Wan Hua's place. So she quickly grabbed Chu Mingkong.

"...Don't go over there, are you trying to embarrass me?" The beautiful Princess Chu bit her red lips in shame and indignation.

Seeing her like this, Chu Mingkong couldn't continue joking. He embraced the Chu Princess's voluptuous body, buried his face in her neck, and whispered:

"I was worried that you, my little pheasant, would be disgusted by this stuff because of what happened that night. Why are you suddenly playing with it here all by yourself?"

Chu Mingkong's strong embrace blocked Princess Chu's option to avoid him, and she had no choice but to whisper:

"Last time you took out cat ears again, but not the tail. I guess you like this cat demon costume, but you were afraid I'd bring up the awkwardness of the night you changed your medicine, so you held back. And since you're going to be leaving Xiling for a while, I'll indulge you this time..."

During the day, after finishing her memorials, she was tinkering with this thing, but with Consort Wan around, her attempts were frequently interrupted. Now, she finally had a rare opportunity to try it alone, but she was somewhat hesitant to use this toy on herself.

She couldn't recapture the decisiveness and boldness of that night. Back then, when Chu Mingkong presented himself as "Left Minister," Princess Chu remembered that she had made up her mind and done it right away, but now she was a little hesitant.

After hesitating for a long time, Chu Mingkong barged in, which led to the scene just now.

After hearing this, Chu Mingkong originally wanted to say that the words spoken that night when he changed the dressing were mostly said in anger, and that he hadn't given her the cat ears with any other deeper meaning; he just thought they were cute and interesting. But if he said that now, and Princess Chu realized that she had misunderstood and done such an embarrassing thing, she would be utterly ashamed.

However, Chu Mingkong couldn't say he had absolutely no interest in playing with tails.

“I didn’t expect you to be so considerate of me, but you can’t just think about me. If you suffer because of me, won’t you hold a grudge against me over time? If you don’t like it, you don’t have to bother with this thing.”

Chu Mingkong glanced at the tail; it was the same one he had given to Princess Chu. After all, he had wanted to vent his anger, so he had given her a cat tail that only an experienced person could handle. He could understand why Princess Chu was now at a loss for what to do.

This gives you an idea of ​​how ruthless she can be when she's really angry; she's absolutely unwilling to admit defeat or ask for help from anyone.

However, Chu Mingkong probably never imagined that he and Princess Chu would develop such a relationship. To make him happy, Princess Chu would even try to figure out if she could dress up as a cat again.