Beauty helps me achieve immortality

……

Is the body of a Yuanying woman whiter, more delicate, plumper and firmer?

Zhao Qing hasn't seen it all yet.

Qin Chuxin was still wearing his messy Taoist robe.

Qinghuan closed the windows and tidied up the warm bed curtains.

But I guess... it's no longer useful.

Perhaps it was because of drunkenness, or perhaps it was because of confusion, the originally otherworldly and pure earthly immortal now had a rosy face and blurred eyes.

Although the breath was still extremely steady, it seemed more like it was suppressing something turbulent.

Zhao Qing held her slender waist tightly in his arms, and their bodies were tightly pressed together, so she could feel the man's heat and blood more clearly.

Zhao Qing tasted her lips and sweet tongue unscrupulously.

Just like the food beside the wine table tonight.

Of course, Zhao Qing is also her meal.

Her misty beautiful eyes met Zhao Qing's passionate eyes without dodging or evading. Her red lips responded stiffly from time to time, and she would seriously feel the throbbing in her heart.

bang-

The crisp cracking sound echoed in the small pavilion, blending into the heavy breathing of men and women.

The broken pieces of the wine jug that fell due to the collision flowed slowly along the warm jade ground and across the white and smooth soles of Qin Chuxin's feet... as slender as a bow, and even more crystal clear.

The rich aroma of wine filled the air, overpowering the subtle fragrance of the two women.

Qinghuan's expression became gentle, she held up her chin in a charming manner, and knelt beside the bed curtain, waiting for the long night.

She seemed to be immersed in appreciating all of this, smiling gently as she watched her master hug and kiss the other women.

It is obviously impossible to say that there is no ripple in my heart.

But she was only a little jealous and embarrassed. After all, she was originally a concubine, the woman who was kept outside by Senior Brother Zhao.

But that doesn’t matter at all… She is the same as Ning’er.

The only difference is that Ning'er is really willing to share, sharing the man she loves with the girl she thinks is worthy.

I also share my close friends with the man I love.

This... is actually quite magical.

But she is not willing to share. She just wants to have her master all to herself and will secretly think about all the impossible things.

But she would completely ignore her own feelings, as if there was some more suffocating and tight warmth rising above her thoughts.

For example, now that her master has married the beauty, she is very satisfied and looks forward to it from the bottom of her heart.

She even had a unique sense of accomplishment, and Gu Qinghuan was also involved in this... She didn't know how long it would take for her to accumulate enough time to secretly whisper sweet words to her master.

The spilled wine flowed, transforming into a clear mirror, reflecting Zhao Qing's greedy demands on Senior Qin...

He pulled the fairy down to earth.

Beside the wine table, he had already hugged and torn the senior's underwear.

As a result, Palace Master Qin's disheveled Taoist robe had not yet been removed, but his clean white clothes... had already fallen like silk, soaked in the fragrance of fine wine.

For a moment, the pavilion was filled with spring scenery, which was endlessly beautiful.

The land immortal who used to be detached and aloof now has long black hair, a rosy face, and lust brewing in her misty eyes.

She was wearing a Taoist robe and her body was as fragrant as jade, firm and plump, and very tempting.

The Palace Master finally couldn't help herself and slowly closed her beautiful eyes to avoid the attack... She was very embarrassed.

Being attacked and reduced to such an embarrassing state by Zhao Qing, it was truly embarrassing...

She understands everything.

Just by feeling Zhao Qing's blood and essence, it seemed that his own vital energy was trembling along with it.

If I say that I haven't felt the slightest bit of closeness towards Zhao Qing during these days of walking together and watching over him, I would be deceiving myself.

Right now, lust is rampant and my heart is clouded by dust. Any influence of this makes it difficult for me to control myself.

But she couldn't ask for it actively, and could only wait for Zhao Qing to tease her to the utmost, and finally take her into his pocket.

Qin Chuxin could foresee that her virginity might not be spent in bed.

and……

And there is Gu Qinghuan.

She thought she could face it calmly, so she closed her beautiful eyes, her breathing became more rapid, and her cold voice became charming and seductive as she hummed.

But when Zhao Qing's clothes were all taken off.

His big hands held her long, beautiful legs and hugged her.

A moment of touch——

She was still confused and dazed.

Qin Chuxin opened her misty eyes, gently tiptoed and raised her head, one of her legs was lifted up by Zhao Qing, revealing her beauty under her Taoist robe.

Faced with the overwhelming and violent tearing pain, the Palace Master did not frown or twist his brow at all.

She just stared at him with a blushing face, and sent a telepathic message: "Chu Xin's age...is a foregone conclusion."

In response to this, Zhao Qing's eyes became even more passionate and excited, but he did not treat her gently.

He would only be more determined to tear the Palace Master's body apart, leaving a mark on this aloof Palace Master.

He even bullied the palace master on the wine table.

Forcing her to cry out.

Asking her to call herself husband...

"Um--"

The woman moaned softly, her body arched like a bow, her black hair spread out in the rich wine soup.

Even though she and Zhao Qing were cultivating together, she was still a little reserved, and could only whisper and beg for mercy: "Qing... Qing..."

Qin Chuxin's slender and slightly curved legs were unconsciously stained with red.

In contrast, she hugged Zhao Qing's arms with scattered sleeves, and the palace sand that had been seeking enlightenment for three hundred years... disappeared without a trace.

The woman's entire body was fair with a blush, and her charm was completely different from before.

It was as if she was really drunk and fell drunk in Zhao Qing's arms.

The palace sand fell into the thin wine... and disappeared with the night, never to return.

……

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The platform and pavilion not far from here.

Fang Ying leaned against the railing and looked out quietly, her mood gradually calming down. In the end, she did not wait for Qin Chuxin to leave the pavilion.

Didn't leave...

That means staying.

It will take at least eight hours to return to the land of Yongning.

What will happen when Chu Xin and Zhao Qing are in the same room... is self-evident.

However, Fang Ying had anticipated this. She knew that although Senior Sister Chu Xin was not a natural beauty, her temperament was actually much more attractive to men.

And Zhao Qing did treat Chu Xin a little differently.

When those vulgar beauties from Zhongzhou approached him, he treated them gently and occasionally laughed and joked.

But there is always a sense that... you want to be with me in that impossible way.

But when it came to Chu Xin.

I think... Chu Xin is willing to follow me, which would be great.

——It’s very confusing.

But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing difficult to understand.

I think Chu Xin used to be a quiet person, who never talked about longevity or love. For all the Yujing monks in Yongning, she could be called a flower on the high mountain.

What about myself... ?

Fang Ying's thoughts wandered, and she began to daydream unconsciously.

After all, she was also in the trap and it was impossible for her to escape. As Tianxiang's protector, she had never thought about escaping.

But how should I get along with Zhao Qing?

She didn't want to give her body to someone without thinking. She cared about him very much. If she didn't have deep feelings for him, she would never have sex with anyone.

When she thought of this, she actually felt some admiration for Chu Xin.

Now that you have reached this point, just stay calm, act as if it were normal, and follow your heart.

Fang Ying was very clear that her state of mind was far inferior to that of the Palace Master.

after all……

There were three people in the small pavilion, but no one came out.

Not to mention Chu Xin coming out alone, or Zhao Qing coming out together.

Even if... Qinghuan comes out, it's still a matter of course!

three people!

It’s still Chu Xin’s red night!

Regardless of love or not, any other woman would be ashamed.

I really don’t know how this friend of mine, the Palace Master, who I’ve only known for a short time, managed to get through this.

Just thinking about it makes my heart tremble.

If Zhao Qing approached the small room while he was accompanying Hong Ning in her training...

Pooh!

What has it got to do with me?

Fang Ying's slender hands trembled slightly and she chose to escape and ignore everything, not thinking about what would happen in the future.

……

The night is long and silent.

Unconsciously, the cold night began to disappear, and the first ray of morning light pushed away the frost and fog.

Yongning Prefecture, Chu State, Shouyun Mountain.

There are many beautiful courtyards on the mountainside. The biting cold wind blows the dead branches, and the light and darkness interweave and the shadows of the trees dance.

In the beautiful woman's fragrant boudoir.

There were bursts of chirping sounds coming from the air, Shuyue's laughter was crisp and bright, and Leng Xian's words were soft and lively, and they were very obvious and easy to distinguish.

The remaining voices belonged to my aunt and Qingci.

The night is long outside the window, and no one is asleep in the bedroom.

There were scattered nephrite cards piled up in a mess. It was obvious that Shuyue and Xiaoyi had played poker with their mother all night.

Li Qingci, with a charming figure, lazily leaned against the headboard, and stroked Shuyue's hair with a gentle smile: "There are only four of us left."

"That little bastard is running away, there's no telling when he'll be back."

“—six.”

Miss Leng's laughter was like a clear spring, and she lay comfortably in Zhou Xiaoyi's arms, humming and laughing: "Ning'er is still in Xianghenhai, and Sister Xiaoxiao is at the foot of the mountain."

"Ok?"

Li Qingci had not put on any make-up, her thin curves were very pretty, and she smiled teasingly and doubtfully, expressing her doubt.

"Five..."

Shuyue and her aunt looked at each other playfully, laughing softly and standing on Qingci's side.

Ning'er is naturally his own daughter.

But Xiaoxiao...

Xiaoxiao has her own family, how can she be considered one of the six of us?!

Zhou Xiaoyi smiled faintly without saying a word, lowering her delicate head to adjust the beautiful hairpin of the girl in her arms. The girl would squint her eyes and enjoy it very comfortably, with a lively and youthful smile.

Miss Leng Xian, you are indeed not cold at all.

"Mom, come home with us?"

Xiaoyi raised her eyes and whispered to Qingci, who made this suggestion.

"Go to the top of the mountain?" The beautiful woman was a little confused. She thought to herself that her daughter followed Zhao Qing around all day long, and she was planning to recognize Xiaoyi and Shuyue, so she could just leave Qinghuan to Zhao Qing.

"Just move over there. Xiaoyi and I will help you."

Shuyue smiled faintly and raised her head, her bright eyes swept across the dressing table, and she was already planning to get busy.

Go home...

Li Qingci felt warm in his heart and his eyes met with Leng Xian's. They seemed to discuss for a moment, then he chuckled and nodded in agreement.

It’s time to go home. If I don’t go home now... I won’t even be able to see you again.

However, Leng Xian didn't have such a parting mood. She only chuckled and glared at Xiaoyi teasingly: "Now you know that I am going to look after your house!"

Zhou Xiaoyi: ...

She smiled coldly, her red lips slightly parted but she didn't say anything.

Xiaoyi is bright and clever, and can chat with anyone, but when facing two people, she can't say anything. No matter whether she feels warm or resentful, it's all in silence.

One is mother and the other is father.

Fortunately, Leng Xian knew her very well and didn't bother to wait for her to say anything. She pulled Shuyue's arm and stood up playfully...

"Let's go! Let's go clean up."

She would drag Shuyue back to her own home without any bad temper towards Zhou Xiaoyi!