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

Previously, this note was mainly used to contact the girls, but now it is gradually becoming more like an "official contact number".

Whether it's the Wenqing Pavilion, the Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, or the friends from the Crescent Moon Kingdom, they almost all formed an alliance with Xiling with him as the central link.

Since we have tools like paper notes, we'll definitely need to "create a group" with our allies.

[Xiaoxiang Qin Academy: Your Highness, a letter has arrived from the Chu Prince's residence in the capital. They may not know that the residence is now vacant. I have already dispatched a disciple to deliver it to Xiling; it is on its way.]

Is this even possible?

Has someone delivered a message to the Chu Prince's residence in the capital?

"Who would be so bored as to send a letter there? People I'm in contact with always send letters directly to Xiling, right?" Chu Mingkong scratched his head in confusion, unable to figure out who would do such a thing.

Fortunately, the disciples of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy noticed it, otherwise the letter would have remained untouched in that abandoned mansion.

"No, it could also be for Master. If it was for her, then it's normal not to know the details."

Chu Mingkong wrote down his gratitude, then looked away from the paper.

I just played with the cat for a while, now it's time to check on my darling.

Having learned from his previous experience, he didn't rely on his senses this time. Instead, he asked the maid directly and learned that Jiao'er was with Madam Zhen. He then set off immediately.

When they arrived at the courtyard of the Empress Dowager and her daughter, they encountered Yongjin waiting outside the courtyard wall.

Qingxin Mansion was transformed into a secret grotto, and Yongzhen and Madam Zhen's courtyard was naturally transformed into the appearance of the princess's courtyard from back then.

Outside the pristine white courtyard wall, the princess stood gracefully, dressed in an elegant white palace gown. Her skin was as white as mutton fat jade, her eyebrows as dark as the light smoke of April, and her long, ink-black hair cascaded down like clouds and waterfalls, falling beside her slender waist. Her gentle and aloof temperament was tinged with a touch of nonchalance.

This scene gave Chu Mingkong a strong sense of déjà vu. Back in the capital, the "Yongzhen" spirit under Madam Zhen's soul had arrested him in advance on several occasions, knowing of his arrival beforehand.

However, Chu Mingkong was certain that this was Yongzhen. Even though the body was the same, Madam Zhen would not have Yongzhen's strong temperament.

"What are you doing here? I came to play with Jiao'er. Yongzhen, why are you waiting here all by yourself?"

"I noticed you were coming, so I came out to wait for you."

Yongzhen seemed to be hiding something from herself; the coolness in her eyes softened, transforming into a lingering worry like the misty rain of early spring.

"Mingkong, did you come back with a hidden injury?"

Chu Mingkong was walking towards her room when he stopped in his tracks, chuckling as he jokingly prepared to pull off her clothes:

"No, I'm perfectly fine! You're not trying to imply I should take off my clothes so you can examine me, are you? Come on!"

Yongzhen pinched his cheek and scolded him sternly in a low voice:

"Stop joking. Of course I know your body isn't injured, but I can detect an unwell feeling emanating from you from time to time. Also, the herbs you're taking are related to the soul. I tried to sense those herbs, and they made my brain numb with bitterness!"

He had forgotten that there was a girl beside him who specialized in cultivating the soul. Only then did he realize that the strength of the soul could also perceive other people's emotions!

Chu Mingkong was at a loss for words.

In silence, Yongzhen led the man into her room. Only then did Chu Mingkong realize that the person who had been communicating with him was actually the doll Yongzhen; the real Yongzhen was sitting in the room.

It seems that Emma's control over the dolls is becoming increasingly skillful.

The eldest princess, who was sitting inside, snorted, "Lie down. Mingkong, you can heal your wounds through matters of the heart, right? You can choose between me and the puppet."

After careful consideration, Chu Mingkong suddenly clutched his chest, feigning pain.

"Ouch! I'm a bit badly injured, I might need double the healing effect. Why don't you and the doll go together, Yongzhen?"

Chapter 134 Yongzhen's Heartache

On the fragrant couch, Chu Mingkong was "forced" into a disadvantageous position. The oppressive force brought by Yongzhen was already very strong, but now that two of them came at once, the oppressive force was even more unparalleled.

Just the sight of Yongzhen and the doll Yongzhen staring at him made Chu Mingkong unable to laugh or joke.

"Tell me the truth, what happened?"

Hearing Yongzhen's question, Chu Mingkong was speechless for a moment. The two aloof and elegant princesses half-squatted in front of him, each holding the heavy weight of their blouses, and simultaneously put pressure on Chu Mingkong from both sides.

Yes, to subject breasts to humiliation and oppression!

"What could possibly happen? I'm just injured, but it's nothing serious. Didn't you see me jumping around like a madman?" Chu Mingkong tried to make it sound easy, but faced with such immense pressure, he was still completely overwhelmed and felt dizzy.

"Really? But it doesn't feel that way to me!"

The two Yongzhens squeezed against each other, their soft, alluring breasts shifting shape under the pressure. Chu Mingkong, sandwiched between them, felt even more pressure, but then the pressure suddenly eased.

The wonderful, smooth, and luxurious pressure disappeared from Chu Mingkong's mind. He saw the two princesses looking at him suspiciously, as if to say that if he didn't explain, he would be gone.

Chu Mingkong didn't know the extent to which Yongzhen had sensed it, but it shouldn't be that clear. It's possible that he was bluffing!

"It's really nothing serious, just that I overexerted myself and my soul is temporarily weakened. I suppose you also know about the giant Buddha in the Abyss Trench?"

“Yes, I know.” Yongzhen nodded, while the other doll Yongzhen ignored him and rewarded Chu Mingkong’s honesty by brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, holding little Mingkong, and leaning down to give him a deep kiss.

Chu Mingkong really wanted to sigh. When Yongzhen first got the doll, she couldn't do so much "multitasking". Her main consciousness could only control one body at a time. Now it's like she's two different people!

"I was the one who dealt with that giant Buddha. And you know that Buddhism is best at converting people. That giant Buddha chanted some kind of Golden Light Conversion Mantra. My soul hadn't been cultivated much to begin with, and I relied entirely on my lustful desires and willpower to resist it. After it was over, I didn't expect that resisting that conversion mantra would actually deplete my soul's energy!"

Chu Mingkong spouted complete nonsense, then added a wistful remark at the end, half-jokingly convincingly saying:

"The Buddhist sect is ruthless. Using this Golden Light Mantra to convert people, if successful, they directly gain a 'enlightened' high monk, Chu Mingkong; if they fail, they lose a formidable enemy, quietly eliminating him from his soul. It's incredibly vicious!"

Yongzhen thought it was believable. Seeing that Mingkong was still alive and kicking, the trouble shouldn't be too big. It was probably just that his soul had been depleted.

"So the herbs you were chewing were for nourishing the soul?"

We can't just say that carelessly. What if Yongzhen says he wants to taste it to test if it nourishes the soul? That would give us away... He took out the bitter herb and quickly reminded him:

"Don't overthink it, or you'll lose all interest. I don't want you to leave me hanging halfway through."

Yongzhen, whose pretty face had been expressionless for a long time, was speechless and amused by his worry. With a "pfft," she smiled like an elegant and beautiful epiphyllum quietly blooming in the middle of the night. Chu Mingkong was truly flustered and delighted by her smile.

"The greater benefit of this bitter herb is its ability to invigorate the mind. Its bitterness can reach the very soul. I don't want to suddenly faint from exhaustion while walking around the mansion, causing you all unnecessary worry. This matter is actually not a big deal, but I'm afraid you'll exaggerate the problem."

"So now all you have to do is rest?" Yongzhen knew that elixirs for the soul were extremely hard to find, and in Chu Mingkong's case, he could only wait for himself to recover.

Having understood the reason, Yongzhen's worries about him were completely relieved. Now she didn't know if his previous cultivation methods would still work, or if they could help him recover his spiritual energy, but she would give it a try anyway.

The man in charge of the interrogation, Yongzhen, turned his attention to Xiaomingkong and kissed the doll Yongzhen in coordination.

What one mouth cannot do, another mouth fills in, with mutual support and cooperation.

Her four delicate, moist lips possessed a terrifyingly alluring and captivating power, showcasing the princess's strength in a double-fold way.

As the round ended, Yongzhen and the doll Yongzhen's pretty faces were splashed with water, like dewdrops on flower petals in the early morning.

Her delicate and elegant temperament was tainted with a thick, viscous, and seductive allure.

"Then what? You can't cultivate two at the same time, right? Or do you want me to do it once and her once, it seems like there's no difference." As Yongzhen spoke, the puppet Yongzhen moved close to Yongzhen's face, kissed away the "dewdrops," and swallowed them all.

How can they be the same? They're not identical at all!

Chu Mingkong wanted to reason with Yongzhen, but Yongzhen was the superior right now, so he couldn't argue back.

"How about this...?"

After seeing Chu Mingkong lie down on the soft couch, Yongzhen gestured for a while, her expression strange, but she still followed suit. Soon, Yongzhen and the doll Yongzhen sat facing each other on a saddle.

"What kind of man lets a woman ride on his head like that? Aren't you ashamed?" the doll Yongzhen scolded coquettishly.

"Listen to Yongzhen, aren't you ashamed?"

"Does this mean you're like a loyal, hardworking horse to me?" Yongzhen said coldly, biting her thin lips with her teeth to endure the feeling of being overwhelmed, which made her body go limp.

This is probably what people commonly refer to as "heartache".

Left with no other choice, Yongzhen and the doll Yongzhen faced each other, their hands clasped tightly together, supporting each other's soft bodies.

In her vision, it was as if she were looking in a mirror, scrutinizing her own expressions. Every frown and every soft cry was clearly visible, both strange and shy.

......

The branches outside the window could not bear the weight of the snow and the birds, and in the swaying, the birds and snow fell together.

Startled, the birds shook off the snowflakes from their bodies and flew away in a panic.

The two princesses' consciousnesses had already drifted away several times, their eyes glazed over, and they rested for a long time, panting softly, before their consciousness returned to their bodies.

Yongzhen wanted to scold him a few times first, but Chu Mingkong was enjoying double the pleasure, and Yongzhen herself was almost the same, her consciousness was being attacked twice at the same time, and she wouldn't stop even when asked.

However, the words still came out as expressions of concern:

"Mingkong, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"

"I don't know, but her spirit is definitely there. Yongzhen, you're really ruthless to bring your own doll body along like that!" Chu Mingkong hugged Yongzhen in both arms at the same time, comforting her with his left hand and supporting her breasts with his right.

"You have the nerve to say that? I told you to stop halfway through, but you wouldn't. You kept switching sides and messing with me!" Yongzhen gritted her teeth.

"I was just worried your doll form would be lonely, so I'm taking care of everyone..."

"You're all alone, what's there to be lonely about!"

Chu Mingkong could hug her from both sides, and Yongzhen could pinch his face from both sides at the same time, and while pinching his face, she could also pull his ears at the same time.

Chapter 135 The Inevitable Schemes Between Mothers

Inside the City Lord's Pavilion, two graceful and noble beauties, after a physical altercation, are now engaging in a war of words during the intermission.

The main point of Xiao Zhi's argument with Wan Hua was the incident of someone skipping work and running away. Wan Hua had been left to handle nearly a month's worth of work, which infuriated Xiao Zhi.

"My little pheasant~ Do you still remember that night at the cat welcome party? Who lost? I was so merciful that I let you go out and have fun with Mingkong first, and you still got addicted to it, didn't you? You secretly ran away for another month. You should at least make up for half a year's worth of memorial work!"

Wan Hua gritted her teeth and glared at Xiao Zhi, then patted her plump, white breasts lightly, causing them to tremble.

No matter how good her temper was in the past, or how generous she was to give way to her younger sister, none of that mattered now. How could she just disappear for a month without even saying goodbye?

Although Xiao Zhi was in the wrong, she was not one to be easily manipulated. Even though she was in the wrong, she still retorted:

"What are you filming? Don't I have any myself? One month is one month, how come it's been half a year? Besides, I've been living in fear since I left, and I haven't had much time to be affectionate with my son!"

She went on and on, recounting a series of dangerous situations, emphasizing the difficulty of traveling.

"You're already complaining? Fine, I'll talk to Mingkong about it later. Zhi'er complains that he didn't protect her well enough. He spent a month with her and was still badmouthing her behind her back!"

Feeling truly exasperated by this misinterpretation, Xiao Zhi retaliated by slapping Wan Hua's pink buttocks and gently scolding her: