The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long and Qin Minglan were face to face, no more than an arm's length apart.

Qin Minglan could clearly see the crisscrossing wrinkles on Wang Long's face, as well as his cloudy yet gleaming eyes.

She felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously shrank back.

"Old man, stay away from me."

Wang Long nodded quickly and moved back half a foot.

"Don't worry, young lady. This old servant only wanted to facilitate the guidance of spiritual energy and had no other intentions."

Qin Minglan snorted and closed her eyes. For the sake of becoming stronger, this was nothing.

She also wanted to share the burden with Luo Hanyi and for the sake of this family.

"Let's begin."

Wang Long took a deep breath, slowly extended his hands, palms up, and placed them between the two of them.

"Young lady, please place your hand in this old servant's hand."

Qin Minglan opened her eyes and looked at his hands, which were covered with calluses and scars. A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, but she still put her hands on them.

Palms pressed together, the tactile sensation is distinct.

Wang Long's hands were rough and hot, while Qin Minglan's hands were delicate and slightly cool.

The two hands placed together created a stark contrast that was almost jarring.

Qin Minglan bit her lip, trying to ignore the strange sensation coming from her palm, closed her eyes, and urged him on.

"and then?"

Wang Long also closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Young Miss, please circulate your cultivation technique. This old servant will guide your spiritual energy to help you unblock your meridians."

Qin Minglan followed the instructions and began to circulate the introductory chapter of the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique, and the spiritual energy within her body began to flow slowly.

At first, things went smoothly, but when the spiritual energy reached the Tanzhong acupoint, it suddenly felt like it had hit a wall and couldn't get through.

Qin Minglan frowned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Old man, this is a bit difficult, I can't get through..."

"Don't rush, young lady, please relax."

Wang Long's voice was calm and gentle, carrying a strange, soothing power.

"This old servant will now guide the spiritual energy into your body. Do not resist, just follow this old servant's guidance."

Qin Minglan nodded and tried to relax her body.

Wang Long closed his eyes, activated the Chaos Creation Saint Body, and simultaneously circulated the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique.

A wisp of pure spiritual energy surged from his palm, flowing slowly into the two people's hands that were pressed together.

Although the wisp of spiritual energy was weak, it carried a strange power, gentle yet resilient, like a blunt knife slowly carving through Qin Minglan's blocked meridians.

Qin Minglan trembled as she felt a warm current flow from her palm, traveling up her arm and finally converging at her Tanzhong acupoint.

The warm current flowed, and wherever it passed, the meridians felt as if they were being washed by warm water, and they relaxed and opened up.

"Um……"

Qin Minglan couldn't help but let out a soft hum, then quickly bit her lip, a blush spreading across her face.

Wang Long ignored her and continued to guide the spiritual energy to circulate within her body.

One cycle, two cycles, three cycles...

I do not know how long it has been

Qin Minglan felt the spiritual energy within her body begin to circulate on its own, becoming faster and smoother.

The shackles that had troubled her for most of the year began to loosen at this moment.

Qin Minglan was overjoyed and was about to speed up his circulation when he suddenly felt an unusual heat rising from his dantian and instantly spreading throughout his body.

The heat came on fiercely, as if a fire was burning inside her, making her body hot and her mouth dry.

"Old...old thing..."

Qin Minglan's voice trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

"What's going on? Why...why am I so hot..."

Wang Long's heart stirred; he knew his opportunity had arrived.

He opened his eyes and looked at Qin Minglan's flushed face, her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing rapid and disordered.

"Young Miss, this is a backlash from the cultivation technique."

Wang Long's face was solemn, and his voice was low.

"Although the beginner's guide does not require the fusion of the Great Dao, if the spiritual energy circulates too quickly, the Yin and Yang will inevitably become unbalanced."

"Then... what should we do?"

Qin Minglan's voice was already tinged with panic. She felt her body getting hotter and hotter, a burning heat that came from the inside out, making her feel weak all over.

She felt she was losing control; she started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and even Wang Long, that old man, seemed to have some handsome features now.

"Old man, you'd better think of something! I'm so dizzy, and I feel really strange..."

Wang Long looked at her, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Young Miss, don't panic. This old servant has a way to suppress the backlash, but..."

He paused, a troubled expression on his face.

"It just requires physical contact, and... it might be a little offensive."

Qin Minglan bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes filled with struggle.

She could feel the heat inside her body growing stronger and stronger. If she didn't suppress it, it would damage her meridians at best, and at worst, cause her to suffer a qi deviation.

"What...what method?"

Her voice was already trembling slightly.

Wang Long took a deep breath, slowly reached out, and put his arm around her waist.

Qin Minglan froze, wanting to push him away, but found her body as limp as water, completely powerless.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Her eyes widened, filled with both shame and anger.

"Young Miss, please don't move. This old servant is helping you suppress the backlash."

Wang Long's voice was calm and gentle. He placed his other hand on her back, his palm against her spine, and slowly slid it down.

The rough palms, through the thin clothing, carried a strange coolness.

Like a clear spring, it extinguished the burning heat.

Qin Minglan's body trembled slightly as she tried to resist, but found herself completely powerless to do so.

She could only watch helplessly!

Those hands!

From the back to the sides of the waist!

From the waist to the shoulders!

"You...you're being insolent...!"

Her voice was barely audible, tinged with a sob.

Wang Long didn't stop; instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her into his arms.

Qin Minglan's back was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly feel the strong and powerful beating of his heart.

Before she could react, Wang Long lowered his head and pressed his lips to her forehead.

The warm touch on her forehead struck Qin Minglan like a thunderbolt, leaving her frozen in place.

Her eyes widened, her mind went blank.

Wang Long's lips slid from her forehead to her brow, from her brow to the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her lips.

Qin Minglan trembled, a strange sensation spreading from her lips.

It felt like an electric current, instantly coursing through my entire body.

Her consciousness completely surrendered at that moment.

I don't know how much time passed.

Qin Minglan collapsed into Wang Long's arms, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears, looking as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Wang Long looked down at her, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Young Miss, the backlash has subsided. How are you feeling now?"

Qin Minglan was stunned for a while before she came to her senses.

She shoved Wang Long away abruptly, bounced to the corner of the bed, hugged her knees, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, both ashamed and angry.

"You...you...how dare you..."

Her voice was trembling, and her eyes were already red.

"You old bastard, you...you're asking for it!"