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

Chu Mingkong: "...Okay."

He felt that if he stayed tonight, Jin Yu might eventually pull Pei Mi along, and the three of them would end up together.

However, since arrangements had already been made with the mothers and concubines, it was not advisable to change the plans at the last minute. Chu Mingkong chatted with Jin Yu and Pei Mi for a while, and the topic of conversation made Pei Mi quite embarrassed and awkward.

Jin Yu asked her mother where she liked to be kissed, and then asked her if she had ever felt lonely and unbearable in the palace, and if she had ever had any fun with it. Chu Mingkong was sweating profusely as he listened.

After chatting with them until late at night, and watching the mother and daughter turn off the lights and go to sleep, Chu Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Yu's antics are unlikely to stop anytime soon. It's just that Pei Mi hasn't gotten used to Jin Yu's rhythm yet. Plus, she's in the wrong right now and finds it hard to stand up to her daughter. Once Jin Yu starts causing more trouble, she'll lose her advantage and things will have to go back to the way they were before. When Pei Mi gives her a shout, her daughter Jin Yu has to obey.

Jin Yu herself is probably aware of this, and she's bound to cause her mother a lot of trouble recently.

Chu Mingkong left Qingxin Mansion and ran back to the City Lord's Pavilion as if he were running a long distance, then entered the boudoirs of his mothers.

Because Chu Mingkong did not conceal his footsteps, Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua heard his approaching movements in the corridor and got out of bed in advance to stand guard by the door.

As soon as Chu Mingkong entered the room, the two women covered his eyes. Chu Mingkong's senses were naturally able to detect them, but he did not resist.

"Pheasant baby, Wanhua baby, what are you up to?"

He felt a warm, fragrant woman lean in and sniff his neck. Chu Mingkong hadn't used any green tangerines to cover his body scent on the way here, so the woman's fragrance was quickly detected.

"Whose?" Xiao Zhi asked.

“Jin Yu’s,” Chu Mingkong replied. This wasn’t a lie; it really was Jin Yu’s scent that had stuck to him. He hadn’t held Pei Mi tonight either.

Xiao Zhi then inquired why the apology to Pei Mi had turned into a hugging of Jin Yu, how the apology went, what Pei Mi had said, and whether Jin Yu had secretly given away the grain that was meant for the concubines...

Having answered all the questions, he could finally pass the test. Chu Mingkong raised his hands in surrender and asked:

"What kind of show are the baby moms planning to put on tonight?"

Wan Hua stroked Chu Mingkong's strong body and said in a seductive voice:

"To avoid revealing my identity these days, I've been staying cooped up in the City Lord's Pavilion. When I do go out, I have to sneak around late at night. Tonight, I want to have some fun and ride a strong stallion!"

"No problem, but how should we ride?" Chu Mingkong was willing to be their slave.

"Riding on the body and then the head, I take turns with the pheasant~"

Chapter 182 Mother and Child Bath (8/38)

Chu Mingkong had heard some rumors.

According to gossip and unofficial historical records from my past life, at certain times, when women held power, those powerful women would choose male lovers to serve them.

One of the selection criteria was that one could write cursive script with their tongue, which would earn them the favor of the powerful women.

Chu Mingkong didn't quite understand before, but now he understands the power of writing cursive script with his tongue. Some strokes in cursive script are very long, which requires a long tongue. Sometimes the brush tip needs to be strong, which requires a certain level of strength. In addition, some characters in cursive script need to be written quickly, with the brush moving like dragons and snakes, which requires flexibility and speed.

I didn't understand it then, but now I suddenly understand. This is probably the highest level of being a "simp" (in physics). It's all a matter of knowledge.

This world has the blessing of the Five Elements cultivation for the body. With such benefits to the tongue, it becomes much easier to use it to write cursive script.

Chu Mingkong suddenly realized the correct way to use cursive script and was putting it into practice when he soon heard Xiao Zhi exclaim in surprise.

Chu Mingkong was unable to see at that moment, because he was lying flat on the soft couch, and what should have been visible in front of him was the ceiling, but now his eyes were blinded by the soft oppressive feeling of a full moon.

Meanwhile, Wan Hua was holding him on the other side.

Fully automatic.

I originally thought we would take turns sparring, but the two mature beauties both called for a stop.

He was killed in just one round and rested in Chu Mingkong's arms, unwilling to have a second round of fighting.

"I'm a little surprised. I thought you would have to work hard until dawn."

With a beautiful woman in each of Chu Mingkong's arms, the word "satisfaction" could hardly express the feelings in his heart.

While it is satisfactory, there are also some minor dissatisfactions.

He wouldn't say he was dissatisfied; he had expected a fierce battle, but it ended much more easily than he had imagined.

Perhaps it's because they haven't met with him for a while to cultivate, so their stamina has become rusty, and they need some time to readjust before they can regain their previous rhythm.

Wan Hua, resting her head on Chu Mingkong's arm, suddenly leaned close to his face and sniffed, saying with disgust:

"Why does the pheasant smell so strong in such a short time? The peach must be dirty!"

"Pah! You're the one who smells like mutton!"

The Chu princess, whose voluptuous beauty rivaled that of Pei Mi and Lady Zhen, spat, her face flushing.

The word "膻" is generally used to refer to the smell of mutton that has not been properly prepared for hot pot; in short, it emphasizes a strong, unpleasant odor.

For beauties like Xiao Zhi, she wouldn't care at all if someone said she was ugly. Perhaps she knew how beautiful she was, so she wouldn't care about those ignorant comments. But if someone said she had a strong body odor at a certain time, she would take it seriously and get angry, which was quite amusing.

Chu Mingkong smiled, cradling them in his arms, and spoke up for Xiao Zhi:

"It definitely doesn't have a gamey smell, it's all honey, and it's incredibly sweet!"

Xiao Zhi was embarrassed by Wan Hua's teasing and also by Chu Mingkong's praise. Although she was secretly delighted, she was a little embarrassed by what he said.

"You're just spouting shameful nonsense. Mingkong, you'd better tell me honestly who you learned such terrifying skills from. You're making it sound so easy that you can describe your tongue as flowing like a lotus flower!"

Her beautiful, watery eyes scrutinized Chu Mingkong, as if trying to find out who he had flattered with his amazing skills!

Chu Mingkong thought for a moment. If he really wanted to talk about it, he had only practiced it when he was getting water from Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying, but at that time he had no method at all. Just now, he had an epiphany.

"This is the first time I've used it here with Zhi'er. I just suddenly realized that this activity might have something in common with calligraphy..."

He brought out the concept of cursive script and explained it to them.

Of course, there is no such thing as cursive script in this world, but there are similar calligraphic styles. Some are neat and upright, while others are unrestrained and have their own beauty. As long as they are understandable.

Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua were speechless. They couldn't believe that someone could apply the principles of calligraphy to this. Wasn't this a misuse of the proper way?

Wan Hua also wanted to test how sharp Chu Mingkong's tongue was, but considering that he had just gotten himself all sweaty, he was afraid it would be embarrassing if he covered Mingkong's face with it.

Although Chu Mingkong probably wouldn't say it, he would definitely have a bad impression in his mind. Wan Hua didn't want to leave any negative impressions in his mind, otherwise he would be at a disadvantage compared to Zhi'er in the future.

The thought of Xiao Zhi smells sweet, while the thought of Wan Hua smells sweaty, is a sure way to lose!

In truth, Wan Hua's complaints about being tired were all a lie. Not to mention that she hadn't had enough fun in a long time and had plenty of energy left, even a cultivator's physique wouldn't allow her to be defeated so quickly! In reality, she had only suddenly thought about the matter of sweating, which was why she didn't accept the request to exchange battlefields.

Chu Mingkong said, "If you're all tired, let's lie down and rest first, and then we can talk about future matters concerning Xiling, such as announcing our separation, arranging the ceremony, and so on..."

Xiao Zhi shook her head and lightly slapped Wan Hua's hand:

"It would be a downer if we didn't talk about it. Without you by my side, Mingkong, I've been working on these things for days, and I'm exhausted just looking at them. Now that we're all together, why would we have to squeeze in time to talk?"

"Hey, why are you hitting my hand? If you want to hit someone, go hit Mingkong!"

Wan Hua, who had been slapped by Xiao Zhi, laughed and cursed. She raised her jade arm, which was covered with fragrant sweat, and lightly slapped Xiao Zhi's plump spot, stirring up a heart-stirring wave!

"Don't fight, hit me instead!" Chu Mingkong, caught in the middle as a peacemaker, asked, "So what do you want? You all complain about being tired, but you're certainly full of energy!"

"Go take a bath to cleanse yourself. Your skin feels uncomfortable and you don't feel at ease. Come back later. I want to see if Mingkong, who is so bad at talking, has really developed some great skills as Zhi'er said~?" Wan Hua suggested, this was her real purpose.

She had to take a bath before competing with Xiao Zhi. Otherwise, Chu Mingkong would only smell the fragrant scent of Xiao Zhi's rose bath, while Wan Hua would only remember the smell of sweat. Wan Hua was very concerned about this.

Chu Mingkong sensed her thoughts and nodded in agreement, but also said:

"Then let's take a shower, but I don't really mind!"

Wan Hua's thoughts were seen through, and her charming and beautiful face flushed slightly, making her look stunningly gorgeous.

"I'm confident my sweat smells good, but a floral bath is a must! Mingkong, you can smell my fragrance first before we talk about anything else. Or how about you smell Zhi'er's sweaty, musky scent now?"

"Alright, then I'll have to smell it properly, Zhi'er, raise your arm!" Chu Mingkong finished laughing, then put on a fierce expression and tried to raise Xiao Zhi's arm, but Xiao Zhi glared at him with her beautiful eyes wide open and hugged her arm, refusing to let him smell it.

"No way! How shameful! Wen Wanhua's place is too smelly, it's even more overpowering than an old ewe!"

The air between the two people on the embroidered couch was filled with the sounds of teasing and laughter, which then quickly turned into the crisp sound of slapping peaches.

Then, both beauties exclaimed in surprise as Chu Mingkong picked them up and carried them into the bathtub in the room, where the flower petals swayed gently on the surface of the water.

In the reflection on the screen, two beautiful young women with slender figures leaned on the edge of the bathtub, looking back at each other.

in the room,

Suddenly, water splashed onto the ground.

Chapter 183 Working Together (9/38)

Many important things require time to handle carefully, but circumstances don't always give that opportunity; procrastination equals failure.

After Chu Mingkong watered the two delicate petals that had been parched for so long, he carried the baby mothers to a soft couch to rest. They slept peacefully in his arms, showing no trace of their previous madness and unrestrained debauchery.

Chu Mingkong thought they would sleep soundly until dawn and then oversleep, but the two of them got up before daybreak.

"Mother, what are you going to do?"

Chu Mingkong had just sat up and was about to follow them when Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua gently pressed him back onto the pillow and each kissed him on the cheek.

Xiao Zhi explained, "There are some things you said you needed to do urgently, right? We can't delay. We've had our fun, so we need to get up early to deal with them. You mentioned declaring our secession from the Tianji Empire; we're thinking of getting it done before sunset at the latest. Mingkong, you go to sleep first~"

It was still late at night, and even roosters were unwilling to crow at this time. The "before sunset" that Xiao Zhi mentioned was naturally the sunset after dawn.

Before Chu Mingkong could respond, the two of them helped each other put on their undergarments, tidied their hair, and sat down together at the desk to work on matters, checking whether the documents drafted by the elders on the lower floors of the City Lord's Pavilion were appropriate and whether any modifications were needed.

Chu Mingkong was stunned. He really wanted to remind them who had said earlier that they didn't want to talk about serious matters tonight.

They had only been lying down for a short while before getting up to deal with things. Chu Mingkong began to wonder if their previous affectionate companionship was just an act to appease him, and that they would get back to work as soon as they finished.

However, Chu Mingkong knew that his two mothers were doing this for his sake. He had already explained the next action plan to them: to reorganize and rest in Xiling, and then head to the Crescent Moon Kingdom after a few days' rest.

Not wanting to delay his important matters, she got up early, before dawn, to handle things for him.

Chu Mingkong didn't continue sleeping. Sleeping like that would only make him feel guilty. He got up, dressed, and went downstairs. He found the kitchen in the quiet Tianya Building, made two bowls of hot dumplings, and served them up, along with the various pastries he had redeemed.

After placing the document in an empty space on the desk, Chu Mingkong sat down between the two beautiful mothers.

"Eat something if you're hungry."

“Mingkong, you’ve been putting in all the work and providing the food all night. Why don’t you rest a little longer? You’ve put in so much effort to prepare all this food!” Wan Hua said, then turned his gaze back to the memorial.

Chu Mingkong originally intended to only take the pastries he had exchanged, but he felt that would be a bit lacking, so he ended up with the two bowls of dumplings.