Filial piety: the supreme emperor

Qu Qirong had a dream.

In her dream, she and her son Lu Ran were drawing in the room. She half leaned in Lu Ran's arms, enjoying his closeness and embrace. Slowly, their hands naturally held together, their fingers intertwined, and she could feel the warmth from each other's fingertips.

Then, their eyes met, their fiery breaths blended, and they only had each other in their eyes. The atmosphere became more and more ambiguous. As if they felt something, their eyes intertwined and their faces gradually approached each other.

Just as the two were about to kiss, an unexpected scene suddenly appeared. A charming and graceful woman wearing a purple hollow veil came into view and pushed her away. The woman was wearing a purple court dress, with delicate features. Her every move, every frown and every smile exuded mature charm and temptation. She was like a bright moon in the deep night sky, both cold and charming, elegant and dignified.

After the purple-dressed woman pushed her away, she glanced at her with a hint of teasing in her eyes, then hugged Lu Ran, and the two of them whispered intimately, full of deep affection. Qu Qirong felt suffocated and tried her best to push away the woman who had taken her son away, but found that her body was imprisoned and could not move.

As if she had noticed her gaze, the purple-dressed woman raised her veil and raised a charming curve at the corner of her mouth, and actually kissed Lu Ran. This temperament and the familiar figure made her recognize that this purple-dressed woman was Lu Ran's master - Ning Qian!

"call……"

Qu Qirong suddenly woke up from her dream and exhaled softly. She sat up, frowned, and said to herself: "Why did I have such a dream?"

"Maybe because I heard Ran'er talking about him and Ning Qian, and I had a misunderstanding in my dream?" She thought about it, shook her head and stopped thinking about it, intending to lie down and rest again.

At this time, a "whoosh" sound was heard. Qu Qirong looked in the direction of the sound and found that the curtains on the bed opposite were swaying in the wind. Then, her eyes moved to the window. It turned out that a strong wind had been blowing outside without her knowing. The wind blew the inkstone on the desk in front of the window over, and the ink spilled out, flowing like a stream and dripping onto the ground.

"Tick...tick..."

Soon after, raindrops began to fall on the window. As the rain got heavier, the sound became more and more frequent. As the cold winter came to an end and early spring approached, the rain continued. Although the rain was a bit chilly, Qu Qirong could sense a hint of spring in it.

She got up and put on a snow-white mink coat, lifted the curtains, walked lightly to the window, closed it, tidied the table, and then walked to her bed. Passing by Lu Ran's bed, Qu Qirong noticed that Lu Ran, who was originally facing her, had turned around and slept against the wall.

"So Ran'er likes to sleep against the wall!" A doting and tender smile appeared on her face. She slowly lay down on the bed, pulled her quilt over her plump body, and closed her eyes.

Soon after, the sound of even breathing was heard, and the room returned to silence. However, Qu Qirong did not notice that a pair of flawless ankles wrapped in black silk stockings were exposed on the inner edge of the bed opposite her.

Through the thin silk stockings, the moon-shaped toes as delicate as jade are tightly stretched, and the crystal clear toes are slightly raised. Perhaps the afterglow of the dream has not yet dissipated, the ten toes dyed with charming red occasionally tremble slightly like spasms, pulling the edge of the silk stockings, and stirring up a subtle ripple from time to time.

"Master, shall we end the test of my magical powers tonight?"

Lu Ran let out a long breath. In addition to the strong fragrance of his master, there seemed to be a faint scent of peach blossoms in the quilt. Although the night was long, he couldn't practice magic all night, right?

So far, he has practiced the [Yuan Yang Reflux Technique] five times tonight: he used it twice in the previous practice and three times in the practice just now. With such diligent and unremitting practice, his understanding of supernatural powers will definitely improve, but it is also quite exhausting. The most important thing is that Aunt Rong is still on the bed opposite. Is it a bit inappropriate to do this?

"This is not possible!"

"Your Aunt Rong provoked me, so I must respond properly."

Hearing this, the charming and misty Ning Qian turned her plump body and lazily leaned her head on the chest of her beloved disciple.

For some reason, her breathing seemed rapid, and the breath she exhaled was as sweet and charming as an orchid, with a hint of bewitching charm, as if she was a fairy floating down from the clouds.

"Why did Aunt Rong provoke Master?"

Lu Ran was a little puzzled, and gently helped his master tidy up his messy hair.

"She took advantage of my retreat and took you to Xiaoxiang Yayuan without saying a word. If this isn't a provocation, what is it?"

Ning Qian snorted in dissatisfaction, and her slender fingers found the palm of her beloved disciple. Her white jade fingers fit inside and interlocked tightly.

At this moment, her beautiful face was like a blooming peach blossom, and her smooth forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, which was particularly moisturized and smooth. There was a hint of laziness and charm in her words, showing the unique charm of a mature and beautiful woman.

"Then the Master's way of responding to provocation is...?"

Feeling the warmth and softness of his master's hand, Lu Ran was surprised. Why did he feel that this way of responding to the provocation was a little wrong? The key point was that the palm and the back of the hand were both made of flesh, and he was caught between the two, which could be said to be a real dilemma.

"Your Aunt Rong secretly took you away, so I will give her back in her own way!"

Ning Qian blew gently into Lu Ran's ear, lifted the quilt, sat up, and looked at him with seductive eyes.

Lu Ran sighed and said helplessly: "Why bother?"

“Ran’er and I are only two steps away from completing our cultivation of magical powers.