The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

"Liu Ruyan, the eldest daughter of the Liu family in Kyoto."

Shen Mo searched through his memories for information about this empress.

Liu Ruyan's family background is not simple.

Her father was the owner of Hang Lung Bank, the largest money exchange in the country, but she did not choose to inherit the family business. Instead, she founded a "Ruyan Pavilion" auction house and personally served as the chief auctioneer.

In just a few years, Ruyan Pavilion became famous throughout the entire Daqian Dynasty!

It is said that she met the current emperor at an auction.

unconsciously.

Shen Mo had arrived at Courtyard No. 18. The house was brightly lit, and warmth wafted out through the windows.

Just as I was hesitating whether to knock or call, I heard a languid and alluring female voice coming from inside:

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

Shen Mo braced himself and pushed the door open to enter.

A stunningly beautiful woman lay on the couch, her posture languid and relaxed. Her black hair was piled high, adorned with a gilded jade hairpin, and round pearl earrings dangled from her temples. She was radiant with wealth and luxury.

Beneath the couch was a petite maidservant, massaging her feet.

This Lady Liu's living conditions are far superior to Li Zhaoxue's!

"So you're the little eunuch Wu De sent? What's your name?" Liu Ruyan asked softly, her voice gentle and sweet, making one's heart tremble.

Shen Mo quickly bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, my name is Shen Mo. You may call me Xiao Mozi."

"A nice name, and he's got a handsome face. Ning'er, what do you think?" Liu Ruyan looked Shen Mo up and down before asking the maid who was massaging her feet.

Ning'er's cheeks flushed instantly. She glanced quickly at Shen Mo, then hurriedly lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "I'll leave it all to Master's arrangements!"

Shen Mo looked puzzled. What did Liu Ruyan mean by that? But then again, this maid was quite beautiful.

Unlike Liu Ruyan, who was naturally alluring, or Li Zhaoxue, who was mature and voluptuous, Ning'er possessed a delicate charm reminiscent of women from Jiangnan.

"I'll go take a stroll around the yard first; the rest is up to you."

Liu Ruyan stretched and walked outside. As she passed Shen Mo, she turned back and smiled charmingly, her eyes brimming with allure: "Little Mo, if you serve me well, I'll reward you handsomely!"

Shen Mo was somewhat bewildered.

It turns out that there's another possibility behind Liu Ruyan's desire to have eunuchs serve her maids: she wanted the maids to inspect the goods first!

Ning'er lowered her head, her ears as red as if rouged, and dared not look up at him. She murmured softly, "Little Mozi, I don't quite understand, can you teach me..."

Shen Mo stared at her timid appearance, momentarily lost in thought.

After regaining his composure, he stepped forward.

Take off your clothes and loosen your belt.

Ning'er's delicate body trembled slightly, whether from shyness or trepidation, a faint, elegant fragrance quietly wafted out and lingered around her nose.

Shen Mo recalled the poem and couldn't help but murmur: "The plum blossom may be three parts less white than the snow, but the snow lacks the plum blossom's fragrance..."

Plum blossoms are to snow what Ning'er is to the moon.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

If he doesn't appreciate it, it would seem like he's clueless about romance.

......

After an incense stick has burned.

Ning'er finally mustered the courage to look Shen Mo in the eye and said softly, "Little Mo, my real name is Liu Ningxiang."

"Ning'er, you smell so good, just like your name suggests."

Shen Mo spoke frankly.

"My aunt smells so good!" Ning'er was a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"aunt?"

"Yes, actually, Your Highness is my cousin."

Shen Mo only just realized that Ning'er was actually Liu Ruyan's distant niece, which explained why the master and servant were so close.

"Ning'er, do not use your internal energy to resist."

Shen Mo had already realized that Ning'er was also a martial artist, and her cultivation was even higher than his, so he gave her a reminder.

Ning'er blushed even more, and asked shyly, "Little Mozi, do you want more?"

Shen Mo looked slightly embarrassed and grabbed her small hand to circulate his internal energy.

Ning'er immediately sensed something was wrong; the chilling aura within her body was dissipating, and she felt as if she had been transported from an ice cave to a hot spring.

Crispy, numbing, and refreshing!

Shen Mo used the cold energy within her body to cultivate, and finally touched the bottleneck of the second level of body refinement. Then he pressed on with his energy.

Suddenly, my body felt incredibly light.

The third level of body refining!

The difference between each level of the Body Refinement Realm is not significant, but with the support of the Nine Yang Divine Art, Shen Mo is confident that he is invincible in the same realm!

This time, he paid even closer attention to that feeling. Sure enough, he could feel something in his body when he used the cold energy to cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

And it was even stronger than last time!

"Little Mozi, I want more!"

Ning'er was still immersed in that enjoyment when she suddenly stopped, grabbing Shen Mo's arm and shaking it coquettishly.

"Cough cough!!"

A soft cough came from outside.

Shen Mo and Ning'er quickly dressed, while Liu Ruyan slowly pushed open the door with a strange expression, clearly having overheard and seen something.

"Here's a reward for you. Take your leave."

"Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty!"

Shen Mo accepted the reward, put the two heavy gold ingots into his pocket, and glanced at Ning'er reluctantly before leaving.

Just then, he met Ning'er's reluctant gaze.

Although both were reluctant to part, they had no choice but to separate for the time being, since there would be plenty of time in the future.

After Shen Mo walked away, Liu Ruyan lightly spat, "Still watching? You're about to lose your soul!"

Ning'er pouted, looking aggrieved: "Who told Xiao Mozi to be my first man..."

"By the way, is the rumor in the palace true? Can being with eunuchs really dispel the coldness in one's body and transfer the coldness to others?"

Liu Ruyan dropped her joking expression and asked seriously.

"It's true! Ning'er feels so much better now that there's no coldness left in her body!" Ning'er recalled her feelings just now, and a hint of intoxication appeared in her eyes.

"Um?"

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened in surprise. She immediately reached out and grasped Ningxiang's wrist, circulating her inner energy through her meridians. Her expression changed drastically: "This is unbelievable! The Yin Sha cold energy that has lingered in your body for many years has truly been completely drained!"

"Auntie, is Xiao Mozi going to die...?"

Ning'er looked worried.

She didn't want Shen Mo to die, and she especially didn't want Shen Mo to die because of her.

Liu Ruyan pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "When he left, his steps were steady and his aura was full, which did not seem like he was suffering from the backlash of the cold. He must have had a way to suppress it."

Ning'er felt relieved upon hearing this, but then her face flushed with shyness: "Your Highness, could Xiao Mozi come again tomorrow night?"

"You little slut, you're completely infatuated with a mere eunuch, you're so pathetic."

Liu Ruyan pinched Ning'er's ear and scolded her, but Ning'er pouted and retorted, "Xiao Mozi isn't an ordinary eunuch, his tongue is incredibly sharp!"

"Pooh!"

Liu Ruyan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she spat softly.

Ning'er explained, "He recited a poem for me with his tongue: 'Plum blossoms may be three parts less white than snow, but snow lacks the fragrance of plum blossoms.'"

Liu Ruyan initially dismissed the idea, thinking that a mere eunuch couldn't possibly be very learned, until Ning'er finished reciting the poem.

After reading it carefully, I was struck by the fact that Ning'er, like her, had a unique body fragrance.

This poem is so fitting for the occasion!

"Ning'er."

"Um?"

"Your little Mozi...can I borrow her for tomorrow night?"