The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Finally, her gaze fell on Wang Meng's large hand that was wreaking havoc on the sole of her foot.

"Li...Lingyue!"

Tian Yan's voice, languid and magnetic like a whisper in a lover's ear, slowly rang out: "It seems you haven't quite mastered the Song people's trick of 'sending a meal from afar, with a heavy gift but even heavier sentiment.'"

As she spoke, she made an even bolder move.

Her voluptuous and alluring body, wrapped in silk, was as nimble as a cat that roams the night.

She braced herself against the window frame with one hand, and silently and gracefully flipped herself in through the window, landing steadily on the ground.

A food box had appeared in her hand sometime during the night.

It was a three-tiered food box made of precious rosewood, with exquisite carvings.

Just by looking at the food box itself, one can tell that it is quite valuable.

Carrying the food box, she moved gracefully and slowly to the other side of the table, next to Li Lingyue's empty chair, and sat down leisurely.

Wang Meng looked at her.

But what I kept thinking about was the name Li Lingyue.

I recalled what I learned when I studied history in my past life: most historical records and modern research believe that Princess Taiping's real name was Li Lingyue, and she was the youngest daughter of Emperor Gaozong of Tang and Empress Wu Zetian. This statement originated from the fact that she became a Taoist nun in her childhood and used "Taiping" as her Taoist name, which was later used as her title.

It seems this guy really is flat-chested!

Suddenly, a woman's fragrance, more mature, richer, and more aggressive than that of Li Lingyue, filled the room, mixing with the existing milky, orchid, and mutton scents, as well as Wang Meng's strong masculine aura, creating a more bizarre and dizzying aroma.

It turned out that Tian Yan gently placed the sandalwood food box on the table, and then slowly opened the lid.

An indescribable, elegant yet domineering fragrance instantly emanated from it.

On the first layer of the food box was a bowl of crystal-clear rice, like pearls, topped with a few bright red goji berries.

The second layer is a clear soup served in a white porcelain bowl.

Floating in the soup were a few thin, unidentified white mushrooms, as thin as cicada wings, and a few emerald green plants that looked like orchid leaves.

On the third and bottommost level, there was a whole roasted pigeon, its skin golden and glistening with oil, emitting a rich aroma.

She pushed the bowl of glistening rice in front of Wang Meng, and with her slender fingers, she gently touched the clear soup in the bowl.

This dish is called "Snow-capped Pearl".

It uses premium black jade rice from the banks of the Wei River in Qin, harvested only once every three years, each grain carefully selected. The water used for cooking is no ordinary water; it is the sweet dew collected in the morning from the heart of a snow lotus flower in Kunlun, the most nourishing for the soul.

Her voice was calm and unhurried, each word like a hook, scratching at the heart.

As she slowly introduced herself, Ning Zhongze, who was hiding under the tablecloth, suddenly narrowed her eyes.

Her gaze was firmly drawn to an elegant yet deadly shape that slowly emerged from the shadows.

Those are Tian Yan's feet.

However, her feet were not bare like those of the "Princess Taiping".

Instead, it was tightly wrapped in a layer of black fabric as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent.

It fit Tian Yan's skin perfectly and seamlessly, outlining her exquisite foot shape, slender ankles, and slightly arched, alluring arch to the fullest extent, giving her an indescribable, forbidden nobility that was even more striking than when she was naked.

Through the thin black mesh, one could even vaguely see her rounded toenails painted with red nail polish, like rubies hidden in the dark night, shimmering with a dangerous yet alluring light.

Ning Zhongze's heart leaped into her throat in an instant.

She watched as that foot, wrapped in black netting and resembling a night elf, slowly and tentatively crossed the narrow space under the table, moving towards Wang Meng with the elegance and probing of a feline before its hunt.

"This soup is called 'Jade Liquid Phoenix Marrow'."

Tian Yan's voice remained steady, with a faint smile: "The soup base is made with water from a thousand-year-old ice spring deep in the Tianshan Mountains, supplemented with forty-nine kinds of calming and soothing herbs, simmered over a low flame."

As for the contents of this soup…

Before he could finish speaking, his foot moved. A faint, silky sensation slowly crept up from Wang Meng's calf.

Ning Zhongze felt as if her brain had exploded with a "boom".

She saw it clearly!

Just as Tian Yan was speaking, her toes, which were covered in black silk netting, gently but with undeniable force touched Wang Meng's ankle!

Then, it paused for a moment, as if sensing the powerful, muscular outline of the man beneath the fabric.

Then it began its invasion.

The incredibly smooth black fabric slid slowly, inch by inch, upwards across Wang Meng's rough trousers.

It was a silent friction filled with extreme contrast.

Silky smooth versus rough.

Soft against hard.

Ning Zhongze could even imagine how, beneath that thin layer of fabric, Tian Yan's warm, delicate skin, through friction, forcefully and gradually transferred its heat through the two layers of fabric to Wang Meng's skin.

Her breath instantly became scalding hot.

A surge of heat, even more intense and uncontrollable than when she first smelled Wang Meng's scent, erupted from deep within her abdomen like magma!

A surge of intense heat instantly swept over Ning Zhongze's entire body, and her legs moved uncontrollably.

The next moment, a shameful, hot, and wet current surged from her private parts, instantly soaking her panties and staining her blue long skirt with a dark stain that made her feel ashamed and indignant.

"what……"

A barely audible, broken groan, like a kitten's whimper, escaped uncontrollably from between her teeth.

She quickly covered her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid of being discovered by the three people above her who seemed to be caught up in some strange battlefield.

Her body trembled violently beneath the tablecloth.

Half of it was because of extreme shame, and the other half was because of a kind of excitement and stimulation that she had never experienced before, which came from being a bystander and was immoral!

Above her head, Wang Meng's large hand, which was playing with "Princess Taiping's" jade feet, seemed to pause slightly.

But it was only a brief pause.

The next second, his rough, calloused thumb pressed down hard and aggressively on the sole of her foot, which was already soft and mushy from being washed away.

"what!"

This time, she could no longer suppress it, and a high-pitched and shrill scream burst forth from Li Lingyue's mouth.

At the same time, Tian Yan's foot under the table seemed to be encouraged by the scream, becoming bolder and more unrestrained.

No longer content with slowly slithering along Wang Meng's calf, it moved like the most nimble, flicking venomous snake, following the curve of his calf all the way up to the back of his knee.

Then, with its supple arch covered in black mesh, it gently, with a teasing, rhythmic force, began to repeatedly and slowly hook, rub, grind, and grind... that spot is one of the most sensitive joints on a man's leg.

Even Wang Meng's usually expressionless face showed a slight change at this moment.

His breathing seemed to have become slightly heavier, almost imperceptibly.

As for Li Lingyue, her condition was already on the verge of collapse.

Her beautiful, unfocused eyes were completely flooded with physiological tears.

Large tears, mixed with sweat, slid down her cheeks, down her flushed, exquisitely beautiful face, and dripped onto her clothes, soaking one patch after another.

Her body was no longer simply trembling; it was convulsing violently and uncontrollably in the chair, as if she had been electrocuted.

Each time Wang Meng's thumb rubbed against her, it was as if a grand, painful yet longed-for fireworks display was ignited at every nerve ending in her body.

She could no longer utter any complete syllables, only a series of unintelligible, tearful, high-pitched moans and gasps.

"Ugh... Ah... Haa... No... I can't take it anymore... Spare... Spare me..."

She grabbed at the table haphazardly with both hands, her fingernails leaving white, feeble scratches on the smooth wooden surface.

She tried to grab onto something to support herself, but her whole body was already limp and powerless.

Her breasts, pushed high by the silk fabric, seemed poised to break free from the thin cloth and be completely exposed to the air at any moment, as she gasped for breath.

Looking at her, who was almost being toyed with to the point of losing her composure and becoming completely out of control, Tian Yan's smile deepened.

She gracefully picked up her chopsticks and took the roasted pigeon, which was roasted to a golden brown and glistening color, her voice still calm and without a ripple.

"As for this main dish, it is called 'Phoenix Seeking Its Mate'."

This phoenix is ​​no ordinary bird.

It is made from phoenix chicks that grow on the phoenix tree where the phoenix perches in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and is fed with honey from a hundred flowers and rare and precious materials.

Its meat is so delicious that it's beyond anything else. More importantly…” She paused, her alluring, peach-blossom eyes slowly shifting from the completely dazed “Princess Taiping”…

"On his face, the gaze moved to Wang Meng's face, which still showed little expression. "...Eating it greatly replenishes vital energy, and has the miraculous effect of harmonizing dragon and phoenix, and balancing yin and yang."

"Thinking about it, this is most suitable for...Young Master Wang at this moment."

"Young Master Wang, do you know the story of Butcher Ding's skill in carving up an ox?"

Tian Yan's voice, like her personality, carried a lazy, confident composure.

Wang Meng's large hand, which was ravaging Li Lingyue's sole, stopped.

This time, however, the voice carried a completely different, cold, and sharp quality, like a drawn blade that instantly pierced through the veil of allure and ambiguity, revealing the chilling killing intent hidden beneath.

Wang Meng's gaze finally shifted from that pretty face, which was already a mess from desire and tears, and slowly landed on Tian Yan.

His eyes were deep and calm.

Tian Yan didn't look at him; her gaze was focused on the roasted pigeon on the table, which was golden and glistening with a strange aroma.

She slowly pulled a pair of silver chopsticks from the chopstick holder.

Those were not ordinary chopsticks.

They were longer and thinner than ordinary chopsticks. The chopsticks were entirely silver-white, but at the tip, two small, blood-red gems were inlaid, like the eyes of two silver snakes. With a slight flick of her wrist, the pair of silver chopsticks danced nimbly between her fair, slender, and delicate fingers.

That movement wasn't using chopsticks anymore. It was clearly using a knife.

“In the past, King Hui of Liang had a cook named Ding.”

When he was butchering the ox, wherever his hand touched, wherever his shoulder leaned, wherever his foot stepped, wherever his knee pressed, there was a sharp, resounding sound, like the slicing of a knife, and everything was in perfect harmony.

The dance, in harmony with the "Sanglin" melody, is the culmination of the "Jingshou" melody.

Tian Yan's voice rang out softly.