Filial piety: the supreme emperor

The moonlight was like frost, the stars twinkled, and in a mysterious illusion, Ning Qian gently put down the small figure in her arms and gently covered him with the silky quilt. Then she turned her eyes to another mature, beautiful and noble woman and said meaningfully: "Madam, you are not going to stay by the side all the time, right?"

"Ran'er is drunk. As his aunt, I will do my best to take care of him." Qu Qirong had an elegant expression. She smoothed the wrinkles on the quilt with her slender fingers. Then she put on her gorgeous clothes and lay down peacefully.

Looking at Lu Ran who was sleeping peacefully, that innocent and lovely look was reflected in her beautiful eyes, with the soft light of maternal love and doting flowing in them. She smiled gently, and that smile was like a spring breeze on her face.

Ning Qian's lips curled up into a charming smile. Without saying a word, she flicked her fingers, and her true energy flowed, extinguishing the candlelight in the room. She was also wearing clothes, lying quietly on the other side of Lu Ran.

Silver moonlight poured in through the window lattice, immersing the room in a dreamy softness. Two completely different scents lingered in the air, and Lu Ran breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to be asleep, glad that the secret contest between Aunt Rong and Master seemed to have come to an end.

He was about to fall into a deep sleep when his mind was at ease. However, the quilt on his left side suddenly moved, and Lu Ran's body stiffened. Two images instantly appeared in his mind.

The first scene was the Master's test, where she once asked him how to deal with someone who knew one's weakness in this cruel world of cultivation. The second scene was the scene of five beautiful butterflies dancing in a sea of ​​flowers, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Almost at the same time, a mature and charming voice came from the audience: "Ran'er, you will be punished for pretending to be drunk and deceiving your master!"

"Master, how do you know I was pretending to be drunk?" Lu Ran suppressed his inner turmoil and responded via telepathy.

He felt that he had done a perfect job pretending to be drunk and asleep this time, whether it was adjusting his breathing or controlling his heartbeat, there were no flaws. However, even so, he still couldn't hide it from his master?

"Even though you drank a lot of peach blossom wine and didn't use your true energy to dispel the drunkenness, I know that your alcohol tolerance is far more than that."

"This level is not enough to make you drunk."

Ning Qian lay beside him, her pair of lively eyes sparkling with tenderness and charm. She blew the warm orchid fragrance into Lu Ran's ears, and her slender jade fingers silently interpreted what it means - the heart moves before the strings move, and the love is strong before the song even starts!

Lu Ran only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it was hit by a heavy hammer.

He seemed to have overlooked this. Aunt Rong didn't know his alcohol tolerance. After all, he seldom drank in front of Aunt Rong, and even if he did, he would only taste one or two glasses.

However, Master had been with him for sixteen years, and he knew his habits, preferences, and even his drinking capacity. In response, Lu Ran remained silent, silently bearing the cost of the lie.

Aunt Rong was lying next to him, not yet asleep. Any unusual behavior might make him lose face and be extremely embarrassed on the spot.

At this moment, he was in a complicated mood, three parts helpless, three parts nervous, and three parts excited, just as intricately intertwined as the fan-shaped diagram.

Sure enough, every time Master and Aunt Rong got together, there would always be some trouble.

At this moment, Ning Qian's smile became even more charming, and a cunning light flashed across her eyes: "Why did Madam set up Ran'er's room next to your boudoir? Is there any other intention?"

Qu Qirong pondered for a moment and said softly, "It's just because this room is spacious and quiet!"

When she chose this room for Lu Ran, she didn't think much about it. She just thought it would be more convenient to talk since they were close to each other.

"I see." Ning Qian acted calm on the surface, but secretly had other intentions: "I thought Madam wanted to get close to you!"

Qu Qirong's pretty face turned slightly red, but she did not show weakness and asked back, "I'm afraid you are talking about yourself, Master Ning?"

"You are Ran'er's master, but you did something that went against the etiquette between master and disciple when he was drunk."

What she was referring to was Ning Qian's act of feeding Lu Ran water with her mouth when he was thirsty.

Ning Qian glanced at her beloved disciple with a charming look, took his hand, and placed it on her slender legs wrapped in skin-colored stockings, and said slowly: "That is not an act beyond the rules, it is just an instinctive reaction under deep emotions."

"Ran'er grew up under my care. He has been very dependent on me since he was young. Once he can't see me, he will burst into tears."

"So, no matter where I go, I will take Ran'er with me, even when I take a bath."

"Madam, you have never experienced this emotion before, so it is difficult for you to understand it."

The corners of Lu Ran's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to refute.

Master, aren't you deliberately making excuses?

Although he was young at that time, he never showed the kind of excessive dependence and crying that Ning Qian described.

But when Qu Qirong heard this, she fell silent.

According to Ning Qian, was she really worrying too much?

No! Even if the relationship is deep, shouldn't we consider the difference between men and women?

Qu Qirong inexplicably recalled every detail of her and Lu Ran.

At first it was family affection, but after experiencing unforgettable things, another strange emotion quietly grew, gradually sprouted, and finally changed silently.

Of course Lu Ran didn't understand Aunt Rong's thoughts.

His weaknesses were completely controlled, and he was unable to resist the pressure of the Five Dragons Embracing the Pillar magical power.

In the darkness, covered by the blanket, Qu Qirong did not notice anything unusual around her, and only expressed her doubts:

"In fact, I have a question. What happened when the princess fled to Youzhou? Why didn't she arrive at Lingbao Pavilion, but was accidentally teleported to Baihua Valley?"

She once gave the princess half of a jade pendant, which was the jade pendant that she and Lu Ran used to recognize each other.

There is a teleportation array engraved inside the jade pendant. By injecting true energy into it, it can connect to the large teleportation array in Lingbao Pavilion and be teleported over.

However, the fact is that the princess did not arrive at Lingbao Pavilion in the end, but was teleported into Lingbao Pavilion.

Qu Qirong speculated that perhaps during the transmission process, the princess and her own Ran'er were attacked, which led to such an accident.

Ning Qian is a powerful person of Yin Yang Law. Not only is her cultivation profound, her method of deduction is even more puzzling. Perhaps she knows some secrets that she does not know.

“I don’t know what happened back then.”

"But there is one thing I can tell you, madam."

"The only person who was teleported to Baihua Valley was Ran'er."

Ning Qian pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

Qu Qirong frowned: "Only Ran'er?"

"If that's the case, how can we be sure that the princess has passed away?"

She had never asked Lu Ran about this, so naturally she didn't know.

In this regard, Ning Qian asked Lu Ran for his opinion and explained: "The princess left a soul mark in the jade pendant, but later the mark was shattered!"

After asking about the princess, the atmosphere returned to silence.

Qu Qirong also drank a lot of peach wine at the banquet. Now she lay down and felt sleepy. She sniffed the warm breath of her own Ran'er. She felt very peaceful in her heart. Unconsciously, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes and heard the sound of even breathing.

Noticing this, Ning Qian raised her lips in an extremely charming arc, leaned close to her beloved disciple's ear, and blew a breath of warm air with the fragrance of orchids:

"Ran'er, your aunt Rong has fallen asleep."

"Now, it's time for the teacher to punish you."

As she spoke, she gently lifted a corner of the magical quilt with spiritual patterns, bringing Lu Ran into her magical barrier that contained mysterious power, and her bright red lips gently covered his lips.

Lu Ran suddenly opened his eyes, but found himself sealed by soft lips, unable to utter a word.

He was immediately shocked and thought to himself: No matter how you use your magic to break the city, I will remain as steady as a rock, just like an old monk in cultivation, and silently recite the Heart Sutra.

[When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to overcome all suffering.]

[Shariputra! Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form…]

However, Lu Ran's thoughts were gradually drawn to the four words "soft and moist", and he unknowingly fell into the devil trap set by his master. The two of them danced like two snakes, entangled with each other.

More importantly, Aunt Rong was lying next to him. Lu Ran was extremely nervous at the moment, fearing that she would open her beautiful eyes and ask, "What are you doing?"

After a long time, the feeling of suffocation dissipated and the two lips separated.

Lu Ran's breathing was rapid. He wanted to communicate with his mind, but he found that his mouth was already filled with a plump and tempting red spiritual fruit. He drank a lot tonight, and even though his master helped him to sober up a little, he still felt dry in the mouth.

At this moment, the fresh fruity aroma filled his nose, and Lu Ran subconsciously opened his mouth. After two juicy spiritual fruits entered his mouth, his thirst was greatly relieved.

Lu Ran glanced at Aunt Rong who was sleeping beside him, and hesitated: "Master, why don't we just..."

Ning Qian's eyes were charming at the moment, with a tear in her beautiful eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, revealing her pearly teeth and exuding a seductive orchid fragrance: "Ran'er, this is a small punishment from your master. Do you also hope that your aunt Rong will find us because of the noise?"

Hearing this, Lu Ran was speechless for a moment, and a trace of regret and self-blame rose in his heart. He realized that all this was caused by his pretending to be drunk.

If he hadn't pretended to be drunk, he wouldn't have needed the care of Master and Aunt Rong. Without their care, he wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation. Without this situation, Master wouldn't have punished him. Without the punishment, he wouldn't be...

In short, one wrong step leads to all wrong.

Lu Ran recalled the teachings of his fourth aunt when they were playing chess. She had told him that no matter playing chess or cultivating the Tao, every move should be made with the possible consequences in mind. If one acted carelessly, one lost a move, and the whole game was lost.

Lu Ran is in this situation now.

Just as he was reflecting on himself, a charming voice drifted into his ears: "Ran'er, the first punishment from your teacher is actually very simple."

"Your Aunt Rong said you like peach blossom pastry, so you can teach me how to make it."

"Of course, as a courtesy, I will also teach you how to make delicious fairy cakes."

Lu Ran was stunned. The first punishment?

So, what about the second punishment?

One becomes two, two becomes three, maybe there are more?

The situation was settled, and Lu Ran sighed softly: "Everything is up to Master's orders."

He understood that he had made the mistake and must correct it and bear the corresponding punishment.

As his thoughts turned, Lu Ran took a deep breath, raised his head, and said seriously: "Master, I know that I have deceived you. Can you please give me a lighter sentence?"

"Then it depends on your attitude of repentance, Ran'er!"

Ning Qian showed a charming and enchanting smile, and then moved her plump and mature body.

She glanced at her beloved disciple in a charming manner, gathered up her long black hair, then bowed her head slightly and performed a devout Buddhist ritual.

Lu Ran had already drunk a lot of peach blossom wine, and he was getting drunk and in a trance, but he did not forget to face up to his mistakes. He actively reflected on his own shortcomings and conducted a deep self-examination.

At this moment, the candles in the room went out and fell into silence.

Everything was quiet. A cold wind blew through the window, flipping up a few sheets of rice paper on the table and dropping them to the ground. The ink on the inkstone was rippling like a stream flowing from the edge of the inkstone.

The ink just soaked the rice paper on the ground, and the hazy outline seemed to depict a picture of a chick pecking at food.

The cold wind continued to blow, causing the tassel curtains in the room to sway constantly.

On the soft couch, the stunning beauty who was sleeping soundly frowned slightly. Sensing the coolness, she unconsciously pulled up the quilt beside her and covered her plump chest.

Noticing this action, the small figure froze, as if momentarily surprised.