Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 81 Ah Lang, You're Bullying Me (Revised)

Pingkangfang, a separate residence, a small courtyard.

Yang Zhengdao and Li Hui were discussing the hot spring resort, with Yingluo and Rumeng accompanying them.

"Adao, I think you can get Li Yuanjia involved."

"Prince Xu?"

"Yes, he can draw, he is quite knowledgeable about construction, and he has always admired your talent."

Yang Zhengdao nodded. Given the intricate web of relationships within Chang'an, it was best to heed Li Hui's advice.

At this moment, the broth in the copper pot had already boiled and was bubbling with oil.

Li Hui picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks, dipped it in the pot, and as soon as it changed color, he took it out, rolled it in the dipping sauce, and stuffed the whole piece into his mouth.

"Ah Dao, I've figured it out. This business of selling copper pots and ceramic stoves is just a wedding dress for the village women living around the stove. The hot pot base is really profitable; I'm afraid they'll have already made back their investment before the restaurant even opens."

Yang Zhengdao smiled without saying a word, slowly and deliberately simmering the meat slices in the hot pot.

"Hey, Ado, could you please—"

"No." Yang Zhengdao immediately interrupted Li Hui's wishful thinking. "Forget about hot pot base. I can give you an idea, though."

Upon hearing this, Li Hui leaned back and exclaimed dramatically, "Oh dear! Are you going to use that excuse from some miscellaneous book from the Later Han Dynasty again? Don't even think about taking a single coin from me this time!"

Although Li Hui made a lot of money from these copper pots and earthenware stoves.

But when he thought about the business of Weiluju, he felt that he had overpaid for buying the blueprints for copper pots and pottery stoves at a friendly price of one hundred strings of cash.

Yang Zhengdao shook his head helplessly. Li Hui was becoming increasingly difficult to fool.

He continued, "Think about how valuable that bronze pot is. Who, besides the wealthy and powerful, could afford to use it? And how many wealthy and powerful families, and how many commoners, are there in the entire city of Chang'an?"

"Oh—that's right! I can totally make porcelain and earthenware pots based on the style of copper pots. I've learned a lot!"

Just as Li Hui was about to bow to Yang Zhengdao, he suddenly realized something unusual.

If these hot pot ceramic pots and hot pot casseroles were to enter every household, wouldn't Weiluju's hot pot base business sweep across Chang'an?

Aye is right. As long as you follow Yang Zhengdao, you can get a share of the profits even if you're just lying down.

"Ado, let us drink this cup together for the sake of our brotherhood."

Yang Zhengdao glanced at Yingluo beside him and did not refuse Li Hui's advances.

At this moment, Yingluo, kneeling beside Yang Zhengdao, seemed to have tears welling up in her eyes.

She first pushed over a plate of freshly sliced ​​lamb liver, cooked a piece for Yang Zhengdao, and then brought over a plate of cherries to cleanse his palate.

The thought of her name being written on the newly issued city banknotes filled her heart with sweetness, like candied fruit.

Looking up, Yang Lang seemed even more handsome today.

She subconsciously pursed her lips, and remembering what her sister Rumeng had said that afternoon, her cheeks flushed.

Sister Rumeng is right. Yang Lang was unwilling before, which must have been because he was not married and could not take a concubine.

Now that the fake mother is no longer interfering, even if she secretly climbed into Yang Lang's bed, no one would dare to gossip.

Thinking of this, her body seemed to warm up a bit.

Today she was wearing a very thin tunic and shorts that were quite see-through. The skin between the tunic and the shorts was sticking together, feeling damp and sticky. It must be because the fire in the pottery stove was burning too brightly, as if it were going to melt her.

Yingluo moved closer to Yang Zhengdao's side, and squeezed her legs together even tighter.

Yang Zhengdao felt Yingluo's movement, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Now that the bathhouse is just beginning preparations and everything is underway, since Yingluo has become the head of the household, it is natural to impart some useful knowledge to her.

The gentle massage techniques provided by the system are finally going to come in handy.

After dinner, Yang Zhengdao followed Yingluo back to her boudoir.

Inside the boudoir, the gauze lamp cast a dim light, and styrax incense was specially lit in the Boshan incense burner, its sweet and languid aroma carrying a hint of languor.

Yang Zhengdao sat on the edge of the couch and beckoned.

Yingluo blushed, lowered her eyes, and sat down next to Yang Zhengdao.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Um—did Dalang want that tonight?

Thinking of this, she unconsciously leaned forward again.

Yang Zhengdao looked at the cherry blossoms that had been sent to him, and through the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), he could feel their soft, bouncy texture.

He coughed lightly: "Yingluo, now that you've become a magistrate, you should naturally teach others. So tonight, I'm going to pass on some techniques to you."

Upon hearing this, Yingluo thought of the private things her sister Rumeng had told her, such as being obedient and well-behaved the first time, and the inappropriate things her stepmother had said.

Then, she let out a soft moan, her voice so gentle it seemed to melt away: "Please, my lord, teach me!"

Yang Zhengdao's throat went dry: "You first—lie face down on the couch."

Yingluo got up as instructed, slowly took off her long-sleeved shirt, revealing a semi-transparent lotus-colored ruqun underneath.

She turned around, her back to Yang Zhengdao, and slowly bent down.

As she bent over, the fabric of her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) stretched taut, revealing glimpses of her undergarments.

Yang Zhengdao took a deep breath and began to teach seriously.

"This first technique is called Push Back and Open the Governing Vessel."

When he placed his hands on Yingluo's shoulder blades, he could feel Yingluo's body tremble slightly.

Through that thin ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the skin felt warm and soft to the touch.

He slowly applied pressure, pushing down along both sides of the spine.

"Mmm————" Sakura let out a soft moan.

Her body tensed instantly, and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

According to the techniques of gentle massage, at this time, it is important to guide the recipient to relax.

Yang Zhengdao coughed lightly: "Yingluo, clear your mind. You should treat my hands as part of your body."

"Yes, Ah Lang."

Yingluo obediently relaxed her body again.

My cheeks are so hot!

I'm sweating so much!

Yang Zhengdao didn't say anything more. As a teacher, he should be tireless in his teaching.

Everything before him, the sensation in his palm, was something he could only appreciate purely.

Each time his palm landed, Yingluo responded softly.

Between each breath, there is a subtle harmony of yin and yang.

Following down her spine, her slender waist is easily encircled, and her figure is exquisite.

Then, the curve rises sharply until it reaches the rounded part tightly wrapped in silk.

Repeat this process eight times, for a total of eight beats, which constitutes one small cycle.

Yang Zhengdao stopped, composed himself, and emphasized, "Yingluo, remember that rhythm. This is the breathing technique you need to practice! You'll have to teach the other ladies later."

"Yes, I've got it."

Yang Zhengdao took another deep breath, and then came the key part of the massage instruction.

"The second method is to dredge the meridians along the acupoints."

Seeing that Yingluo was studying diligently and was covered in sweat, he nodded in satisfaction and continued to explain: "Yingluo, the area between the buttocks and thighs is where all the meridians in the body converge, and it is the place where we need to focus on clearing the blockages."

"I beg you, my lord, to set an example for me."

"Now, I'm going to highlight the key points."

Yang Zhengdao transformed his palm into fingers and, using gentle massage techniques, precisely pressed on Yingluo's acupoints.

Sakura, like a startled cat, let out an "Oh" and her waist arched involuntarily.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels numb—and a little swollen and painful—"

"This is a condition caused by dampness, hence the tendency to sweat excessively!"

"Ah Lang, help me."

"Then I'll massage you for a while longer to help get rid of the dampness in you."

"Hmm, oh————"

"Remember to keep your breathing in sync with the rhythm of my hand pressure! That way I can find the right balance."

"Okay, oh————"

This process was repeated for eight more eight-beat intervals before Yang Zhengdao stopped again.

Yingluo felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, followed by a surge of restlessness. She couldn't help but turn her head to the side, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.

"Ah Lang, you're bullying me!"