Fairy, please don't do this!

That cry of "candied hawthorn" was like a key, suddenly unlocking a long-forgotten corner of Yu Fengzhi's memory.

She paused slightly, her gaze involuntarily falling on the old locust tree at the street corner.

An old man wearing a worn brown cotton-padded jacket, his cheeks reddened by the cold wind, was pushing a straw cart full of bright red candied hawthorns, calling out as he went.

Perhaps because it's winter, the bustling scene of children crowding and scrambling for things that used to be absent is gone, leaving only a few passersby stopping to watch.

Looking at this scene, Yu Fengzhi suddenly recalled the time when she was still "Feng'er".

Gu Jinchao squeezed through the crowd and bought her the biggest and reddest string of candied hawthorns.

"Feng'er, try it, how does it taste?"

"So sweet and crunchy!"

"Brother, have one too."

"Hmm, it's really good."

The sounds and images from her memory intertwined, leaving her dazed and standing there in a daze.

But Gu Jinzhao had already stepped forward and taken out a few copper coins: "Give me two strings."

"Alright! Here you go, sir!"

The old man deftly picked off the two plumpest, reddest bunches and handed them over.

Gu Jinzhao walked back to Yu Fengzhi's side with the candied hawthorns in hand and handed one of the skewers to her in a very natural way: "Candied hawthorns in the depths of winter have a special flavor, Uncle-Master, would you like to try some?"

The complex emotions in Yu Fengzhi's heart were somewhat dispelled by the sudden embarrassment and panic, and she subconsciously pouted: "Only children like to eat this stuff!"

Even so, her hand seemed to have its own will, and it still reached out to take the string of crystal-clear red beads.

She then lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, opened her mouth and bit off the hawthorn berry coated with a thick, crisp sugar coating.

The sweet and sour flavors melted on my lips and teeth, strangely connecting the warmth of my memories with the hustle and bustle of the street at this moment, and with him beside me.

She ate silently, one bite after another, without saying another word.

Gu Jinzhao remained silent, simply staying by her side and slowly eating his own skewer.

He knew that this action would evoke memories of his martial aunt's time as "Feng'er" and stir up the quietly changing feelings in her heart.

In the past, he might not have acted this way.

But now my mindset has changed, and since I wanted to do it, I did it.

Two strings of candied hawthorns were silently eaten on the bustling street at dusk.

As Yu Fengzhi bit into the last hawthorn, the sweet and sour aftertaste still lingering on her tongue, the two had unknowingly turned into Qingyue Alley.

The alley was much quieter than the main street, with high walls and deep courtyards on both sides, and lanterns swaying under the eaves, casting a dim, hazy glow.

"Uncle, please go into seclusion with peace of mind. My cultivation level is now far beyond what it used to be, and I am capable of protecting myself."

Gu Jinzhao smiled and reached out to push open the gate of the Gu residence.

Yu Fengzhi suddenly turned around, grabbed his shirt, and pressed her luscious red lips heavily onto his!

It was a kiss that was completely haphazard, even a little clumsy, filled with the sweet and sour taste of hawthorn, hot and rapid breaths, and the surging emotions in her heart that she didn't know how to express.

A delicate, warm touch came over me, and my lips and teeth were filled with a sweet fragrance.

Gu Jinzhao's body stiffened slightly when he was suddenly kissed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into tenderness.

He was about to respond when she suddenly stepped back.

"This...this is a thank you gift for taking care of me these past few days...don't overthink it!"

With only a slightly flustered voice remaining in her ears, Yu Fengzhi pushed open the door of the Jiang residence next door, slipped inside, and then slammed it shut with a loud "bang."

The series of movements were as fast as a startled rabbit.

Outside the door, only Gu Jinchao stood alone in the deepening twilight and dim lamplight of Qingyue Lane.

An Wanxi's figure appeared, and her soft, charming voice rang out: "Your martial aunt is much more timid than Xiao Feng'er."

"My martial uncle is different from Feng'er!"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head and pushed open the door to enter the courtyard.

“It’s definitely different!” An Wanxi smiled lightly, “Your breasts have gotten bigger, and your hips are fuller too.”

Gu Jinzhao rolled his eyes: "What I meant was that my relationship with my martial uncle was originally only that of elders!"

"Now that Feng'er's matter has suddenly changed our feelings for each other, we naturally need time to adjust."

"My little husband really knows a lot about this!"

Yu Fengzhi naturally couldn't hear their conversation.

At this moment, she leaned against the cold door panel, her whole body exhausted, and slowly slid to the ground. The bare bamboo skewer in her hand had fallen to the bluestone ground at some point.

Her flawless face was flushed crimson, the blush spreading to her ears and neck, and her full breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing.

"I'm going crazy... I'm really going crazy..."

Thinking of that kiss, she buried her face deeply in her knees, feeling so ashamed she wanted to disappear.

Despite being a senior martial brother, he kissed his junior martial brother first, even mentioning it as a "thank you gift."

This is hardly the behavior an elder should exhibit.

Strangely, she felt no regret whatsoever, but rather a sense of satisfaction after venting her emotions.

At that moment, she seemed to have transformed back into the "Feng'er" who could rely on her "brother" without restraint.

If she hadn't been jolted awake at the last moment, she might have even felt the urge to continue their intimacy.

Without a doubt, Feng'er's plan to win over her "Master Uncle" has succeeded.

From then on, Yu Fengzhi could no longer face Gu Jinzhao with the pure heart of an elder.

Between the master and nephew, some things have quietly changed, and they can never go back to what they were before.

She saw him as both a junior apprentice who needed her care and an older brother who had given her endless warmth and indulgence...

Chapter 163, Taming the Buddhist Maiden 1.0: The Beginning of Fall (3K)

Back at the mansion.

After settling the still-sleeping calico cat down and having a simple dinner, Gu Jinchao moved into the warm room.

Soaking in the warm pool water, stretching your muscles and bones, the fatigue from days of travel seems to slowly melt away.

"What do you think, my little husband?"

Beside him, An Wanxi held a clean, soft cotton towel and gently wiped his shoulders, back, and arms.

"Extremely beautiful."

Gu Jinchao closed his eyes slightly, the warm, honey-like fragrance lingering in his nostrils. He felt completely comfortable and at ease as she served him with such tenderness.

"And there's something even more wonderful~"

An Wanxi's rosy lips curved slightly, her eyes darting around, as she softly called out towards the outside of the warm pavilion:

"Miao Nu, why don't you come in and greet your master and mistress?"

Gu Jinzhao was slightly taken aback, and then the carved wooden door creaked open.

A graceful figure, clad in a greyish-white monk's robe, with bare, jade-like feet, silently entered the warm pavilion.

Her cascading black hair was tightly bound at the top of her head with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing her smooth, full forehead and her still indifferent yet undeniably stunning face.

But those amber eyes, which should have been clear as glass, were now shrouded in an inescapable shadow of gloom and humiliation.

The newcomer was none other than the Buddhist nun Miaotan.

"Greetings, Master and Mistress."

She walked to the edge of the bath, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, her posture seemingly submissive, but her straight back and slightly tense shoulders revealed her inner resistance.

Gu Jinzhao glanced at her, his brows furrowing slightly: "Why did you call her here?"

He knew that the ghost wife would cause some trouble after taking the Buddhist nun as a slave, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly!

"Since she is a female slave, she should naturally do the duties of a female slave."

An Wanxi narrowed her captivating peach blossom eyes slightly and handed the cotton towel in her hand to Miao Tan:

"You will serve your husband a bath, but be gentle."

His words were ordinary, as if he were instructing an ordinary maid.

But when it reached Miaotan's ears, it caused her to suddenly stop breathing.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on An Wanxi.

For this Buddhist nun who had been worshipped by believers and claimed to have seen through the illusions of form and emptiness, personally serving a man a bath was undoubtedly the most scathing humiliation and desecration.

She wanted to resist!

However, the power of the [Immortal Control Spell] was like an invisible shackle, imprisoning every ounce of her will to resist.

Under An Wanxi's ambiguous gaze, this once aloof Buddhist nun finally extended her slender hands, which had once been used only for chanting sutras and were pure and untainted, took the cotton towel, and slowly stepped into the bath to stand before Gu Jinzhao.

The pool was shrouded in mist and steam.

The man's well-proportioned upper body came into view, and Miao Tan's eyelashes trembled violently. She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, and a trace of bright red blood quietly seeped out.

She bent down stiffly, dipped a cotton towel into the warm pool water, and then raised her hand to wipe Gu Jinzhao's shoulders and back.

Water droplets dripped from her wet hair, slid down her slender neck and delicate collarbone, flowed over her high and proud physique, and finally disappeared into the pool, creating tiny ripples.

"Her way of serving is no different from that of a wooden doll, far inferior to that of a daughter-in-law."

Gu Jinchao's gaze fell on Miaotan.

The greyish-white monk's robe was soaked through by the pool water, gradually becoming translucent, and clung tightly to her exquisite and shapely body.

Two full, plump mounds, tightly wrapped in a plain-colored undergarment, could be vaguely seen, like ripe fruit on a branch, heavy and tempting to be picked.

Following the flat, firm abdomen downwards, there is a slender waist that can be grasped in one hand, and the suddenly protruding, perky shape of the buttocks.

At this moment, Miao Tan resembled a jade Guanyin statue moistened by sweet rain. Her holy outline remained, but her inner graceful figure was mercilessly outlined by her wet clothes, leaving nothing to behold.

"Don't you find her eyes, brimming with shame and anger yet forced to submit... particularly interesting, my little husband?"

An Wanxi's soft, boneless arms encircled Gu Jinzhao's neck, her red lips parted slightly, and her breath was as fragrant as orchids.

Upon hearing her words and then looking more closely at Miao Tan's cold, suppressed expression of humiliation, Gu Jinzhao sensed a hint of "discipline" in her words, and his expression became somewhat strange.

"My wife used the [Immortal Spell] to subdue her, just so I could ravage this once high and mighty Buddhist nun?"

"My little husband doesn't like this?"

An Wanxi chuckled and reached out to pick up a glistening amber candied fruit from a jade dish on a low table by the pond.

It is a precious product made by repeatedly soaking and drying plums in the finest honey, with an enticing sweet aroma.

She gently put the candied fruit into her mouth, then leaned down and kissed Gu Jinzhao's lips.

The sweet and fragrant taste, accompanied by a refreshing aroma, quietly permeates the senses.

Gu Jinzhao's breathing quickened slightly. He couldn't help but embrace An Wanxi's voluptuous and alluring waist, and kiss her full, moist lips, greedily absorbing their captivating charm and mature allure.

Lips and teeth intertwined, tender feelings lingering.

It was a passionate and unrestrained kiss, oblivious to everyone else.

An Wanxi's jade-like cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling, and she kissed her little husband intimately right in front of Miao Tan.

Only when her breathing became slightly disordered did she lazily lean back into Jinzhao's arms, her gaze passing over his shoulder and landing on Miaotan, who stood stiff as a stone behind her: "Did you see that, Miaonu?"

"Now, as I just did, feed my little husband some candied fruit."

"Just kill me."

Miao Tan's cheeks flushed red with extreme shame and indignation, and her voice grew even colder and more piercing.

"Kill you?"

An Wanxi's smile became even more radiant and captivating.

She raised her delicate hand and gently pinched Miao Tan's smooth chin, forcing her to look up: