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

"..."

Chapter 191 Pei Mi Responds to Toughness, Not Softness

Once, because Yongzhen had a legitimate identity, Jinyu said something rather arrogant, like, "I'm going to yell louder and annoy her to death."

He just never expected that he would use it against his mother, Pei Mi, today.

Having just suffered a crushing defeat in a battle of wits, Jin Yu was provoked by her mother Pei Mi's argument that "your scabbard is not the right size for Ming Kong's heavy sword," and without a word, she decided to settle things with a fight.

Chu Mingkong exerted five parts of his strength, and Jin Yu moaned softly, clearly enjoying herself immensely.

During this time, Jin Yu's charming and cunning eyes gazed at her mother, Pei Mi, with a look of infatuation and ecstasy, clearly indicating her provocation.

"Mother... don't be shy, I won't bother you, you can handle it yourself. Ah... don't just stand there like that~ um... you're making me feel so bad~"

Because the fight started rather suddenly, Pei Mi was at a loss and extremely embarrassed.

Jin Yu was right about one thing: while Pei Mi completely overwhelmed Jin Yu in the literary contest, Jin Yu had the upper hand in the physical fight. This girl could demand things from Chu Mingkong without any restraint, but Pei Mi couldn't.

Beside her, Jin Yu's voice grew increasingly passionate and alluring, an unrestrained and unrestrained cry that seemed to possess a strange infectious power, making listeners' hearts race and their senses clouded with desire.

At first, Jin Yu's coquettish humming had a very obvious performative element, because she was thinking of retaliating against Pei Mi and getting revenge, so her humming was a bit exaggerated.

Unfortunately, the man behind her was no pushover; once he got excited, the tender, gentle affection would instantly turn into a violent, possessive storm.

Jin Yu, whose body was naturally lacking in patience, could not endure it. Even the most affected voice turned into an instinctive cry of sorrow, and then she lost her mind and soul.

Pei Mi felt awkward the whole time. Listening to the noise around her, she felt that leaving would attract attention, but staying here was like sitting on pins and needles, as if she were in prison.

Thankfully, it's finally over.

Pei Mi was somewhat relieved. Fortunately, Jin Yu had little patience; otherwise, things would have been different if Chu Mingkong had treated her like he had before!

While her heart was filled with an unusual surge of spring fever, Pei Mi was mostly furious!

Jin Yu had actually made things so awkward that Pei Mi really wanted to impulsively agree to her request and do the same thing in front of her as a form of retaliation!

Lost in a jumble of anger and shame, Pei Mi noticed Chu Mingkong's gaze fixed on her. Her heart raced, but she managed to maintain a semblance of composure.

"What are you looking at me for? After you've finished messing with Jinyu, go clean up your own mess!"

Chu Mingkong had deliberately "extra effort" to finish off Jin Yu quickly, so as to prevent Pei Mi's anger from escalating.

It's a great blessing that Jin Yu's physical endurance isn't as strong as her mouth.

The whisk was slowly taken out, and thick cultivation essence flowed out. Chu Mingkong's momentum was still not exhausted, and his spirit was not diminished.

Seeing that Jin Yu was temporarily unconscious, Chu Mingkong sat down next to Pei Mi, gently hugged her, and coaxed her:

"I was afraid that Mi'er would get angry. I was in a dilemma. I didn't want you two to fall out, nor did I want to offend either of you. So I quickly calmed Jin Yu down and then came over to coax you."

Pei Mi glanced at Jin Yu again. When she heard Chu Mingkong say that he only wanted to finish quickly when he "dealt with" Jin Yu, and that he was actually worried about Pei Mi's feelings, she immediately felt much better, and even a little... secretly proud.

Looking at her daughter Jinyu now, she wasn't just delirious from her lover's love; she was clearly so overwhelmed by his affections that she didn't even realize it!

"What's there to coax? Who needs to be coaxed?" Pei Mi's tone softened slightly.

"Yes, yes, no need~!" Chu Mingkong's voice suddenly lowered as he whispered, "How about I handle this for you privately, without telling Jinyu?"

For some reason, Pei Mi briefly imagined the scene where "Jin Yu was like a proud and smug little hen clucking and showing off, but in reality, the men were actually on Pei Mi's side," and a warm current of immorality and temptation welled up inexplicably deep in her heart.

Pei Mi quickly dismissed the thought, silently reminding herself: "Pei Mi, what were you thinking just now? Having such thoughts, weren't you just falling for Jin Yu's provocation? It was only because I saw Ming Kong and Jin Yu being so intimate that I had such wild thoughts..."

In a fit of pique, she took the jade dildo from under her pillow and slapped it onto the bed.

"No! Things should be done the way they should be. I don't care about any of that. I'll handle it myself!"

Looking at the jade dildo modeled after him, Chu Mingkong pondered what to do.

It seemed like his relationship with Pei Mi was going quite well, and with Jin Yu acting as a mediator, Madam Zhen and Zhi'er were all incredibly envious when they heard about Jin Yu's relationship. So how did Jin Yu and Pei Mi end up bickering and arguing again?

He had no choice but to shamelessly stick to it like glue.

"You don't care about me, but I care about Mi'er! Jinyu said that going ahead is considered cheating, so going elsewhere isn't breaking the rules, right?"

Faced with Chu Mingkong's seemingly coaxing yet ingratiating attitude, Pei Mi found it hard to resist. She didn't dislike Chu Mingkong after all; the goodwill she held deep within her had never faded...

The stunningly beautiful mature woman gave him a sharp look, her tone softening, no longer able to be forceful:

"What a strange nickname for Mi'er baby..."

Seeing that her attitude had finally softened, Chu Mingkong understood something.

He stood up on the bed and stood next to Pei Mi. His imposing figure suddenly became prominent in front of Pei Mi, subtly obscuring her vision, as if he were about to force himself on her.

But Chu Mingkong's words were still as ingratiating and coaxing as ever:

“Mi’er, arguing with Jinyu only makes you angry and tires you out. Why don’t you…”

Pei Mi's mind went blank. Deep down, she didn't dislike Chu Mingkong's toughness, but at that moment, he was being tough yet also gentle and caring towards her. Pei Mi didn't know how to refuse him.

With her view blocked, Pei Mi couldn't look away, her eyes, brimming with pink hearts, brimming with longing.

This is just cleaning up the mess left by this good-for-nothing Jinyu. It was Jinyu's own shouting and whining that angered Mingkong to this extent, and I still can't help him calm down...

I had no choice but to do it; it certainly doesn't count as stealing food or anything like that...

Her reason was busy figuring out how to refuse, trying hard to suppress and control herself, but she didn't notice that Chu Mingkong was just standing there, without making any unnecessary movements.

But she had already unconsciously parted her red lips slightly, her fragrant tongue lingering near her silver teeth.

"Mingkong, don't tell Jinyu..."

These were words she had pondered for a long time before finally uttering from her tongue.

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"Why are you still lounging around here? Aren't you afraid I'll ride you around in the future?" Feng Ying saw Zuo Qiuchi as soon as she entered the house.

Zuo Qiuchi spends most of her day lying around slacking off, occasionally going out to check out any fun things she hears about. This is perfectly natural for her; she worked incredibly hard when she was trying to reach the highest level of swordsmanship, and wasn't all that effort for this comfortable life?

Just slack off and be done with it. When the mood strikes again, give it a pep talk and stay motivated for a couple of days.

She had just finished a massage with the essence of Daoist energy from her traitorous disciple, and feeling completely relaxed, she was even more inclined to lie down and slack off.

Hearing that Fengying had arrived, she didn't even bother to open her eyes, reluctantly nodding in response, and then said:

"If you dare ride me, Mingkong will definitely have to ride on your back and form a human pyramid... I'm just looking for a pretty pillow to hug, Fengying, you seem to have good potential, come and warm my bed~"

Fengying was amused by this big lazybones.

On a whim, she actually lifted the blanket and lay down, trying to wrest the blanket from Zuo Qiuchi.

"Get out of here, don't come near me and touch my blankets." Zuo Qiuchi felt a chill. Even if she wouldn't catch a cold, the temperature changes during sleep were the most unpleasant experience. She immediately gave Feng Ying a big kick, trying to kick her out of the blankets.

Feng Ying's movements were ghostly and elusive, her figure shifting like a snake. In an instant, she appeared behind Zuo Qiuchi, dodging the foot, and wrapped her smooth arms around Zuo Qiuchi's waist.

"Huh? Qiu Chi, you're not wearing any clothes... Why do you smell so good, it's kind of like...?" Feng Ying asked in confusion, then leaned closer to smell it again.

"Fragrant" is just a general term. What Fengying smelled was the lingering fragrance of the Daoist essence, but he couldn't think of a way to describe it for the time being.

The scent hadn't completely dissipated yet, and she felt a sense of intimate comfort and enjoyment from it, a feeling she had previously experienced with Yun Nongyu.

Perhaps there are women elsewhere who possess a mysterious affinity with the universe, but only Yun Nongyu truly embodies this.

“What does it look like?” Zuo Qiuchi asked.

"Like Yun Nongyu sprayed you all over?"

"..." Zuo Qiuchi suddenly didn't want to talk to her anymore and pointed out, "Go find Mingkong and have him apply it first. Then you can eat the Dao Rhyme Stick. Don't delay me from comprehending the Dao in the Dao Rhyme aura."

"What is all this nonsense?!"

Fengying laughed. She was a little confused, but it didn't matter. All she wanted to do right now was rest.

After healing Chu Mingkong's soul, she also benefited herself. She spent a lot of time these days trying to understand that power and feel the changes it brought to her soul.

However, comprehending the divine soul is extremely difficult for her. She is currently exhausted and has come here to rest and chat.

I'm already in bed, too lazy to move. I'll rest until I'm ready to talk about anything else.

The words fell silently, and the room was as quiet as night, with only two soft breaths rising and falling.

Zuo Qiuchi suddenly opened her eyes, nudged the assassin girl behind her with her elbow, and touched her soft, watery breast. She asked:

Why are you still in my bed?

"Take a break. Why are you being so petty? You rubbed against my flesh, and I didn't even pinch you back like Mingkong did."

Feng Ying's eyes narrowed, unwilling to open them. The exhaustion in her soul manifested in her body, making her too lazy to move. She continued in a weary tone:

"Otherwise, when Mingkong uses shards to stab you in the future, let's see if I'll be there to stab your chubby, tender buttocks."

"You're getting arrogant now. Just wait and see if Mingkong will give you a good scolding and that'll be the end of it."

This kind of topic is best left unsaid with a laugh. Although it might be true, it's not the right time yet. A verbal exchange is enough.

It might lower the other person's guard, and then when it's time to actually do "that," it might suddenly jump out and do something drastic.

Fengying's thoughts drifted, and he asked again:

“Mingkong mentioned that he planned to go to the Sword Dynasty in the north in a while. It’s a remote place with high mountains and long rivers, and I’ve never been there… What’s this about the arranged marriage from our ancestors that you mentioned?”

Zuo Qiuchi had previously summarized a pattern of laziness in reading and listening to explanations because of his own laziness and lack of patience:

For very long content, just read the first and last sentences and ignore the rest as nonsense.

What if someone puts the key sentence in the middle? Don't worry, generally such people aren't very knowledgeable, and what they say isn't very sophisticated either, so there's even less need to listen to them.

This "look at the last thing" rule has come into play once again!

Zuo Qiuchi sneered inwardly. Feng Ying had been rambling on about how far away the mountains and rivers were, how unfamiliar the place was, and how he had never been there before. In the end, he just wanted to ask about Chu Mingkong's betrothed woman.

"You're not jealous, are you? Are you planning to assassinate him?" Zuo Qiuchi realized this.

"Who's jealous? Let's just chat about anything. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Is she really a woman who can't even kill a chicken? I could assassinate her so easily!" Feng Ying patted Zuo Qiuchi's full breasts, which were plump and heavy.

Feng Ying's thinking in this way is still a matter of habitual thinking. If the other party were very strong, Zuo Qiuchi would not so easily think that she wanted to cause trouble or assassinate her. The key is that the other party's status is a bit low, which is why she felt that she was easy to bully, resulting in such an influence.

...But that's not necessarily true. After all, Zuo Qiuchi is a mess and can't be judged by common sense.

"As for that woman, if we consider the ancestral lineage of the King of Xiling, she should be considered Mingkong's...aunt? I'm not sure, that's what I've heard others say. She cultivates at the Sword Sacrifice Mountain in my area, and her strength is quite formidable."

Without asking about the specifics of how strong Feng Ying was, he simply asked: