Fairy, please don't do this!

At this moment, Gong Lingyun looked at Mu Yiren, who was watching the show, and Hongdou behind her, who had a sullen face: "You are the same!"

"But I don't practice the way of the sword!"

Mu Yiren moved gracefully to the pavilion and sat down, pouring her master a cup of fragrant tea.

Red Bean chimed in, "I don't practice swordsmanship either."

Gong Lingyun shook her head: "The two of you, one is entangled in love, and the other is greedy for food and play, and your Dao hearts are also clouded."

Mu Yiren lowered her eyes and remained silent.

In her past life, she died for love.

Although she has firmly grasped Gu Jinzhao in this life, she has not yet achieved a happy ending, nor has she made Lin Qingci complain for the rest of her life. How can she break free from her obsession?

Hongdou couldn't help but ask, "Does Master mean that as long as Hongdou doesn't become playful and greedy, her cultivation will soon surpass that of Senior Sister?"

She grew angrier the more she thought about it after being reprimanded earlier.

She was the one who entered the sect first, but she insisted on calling Mu Yiren "Senior Sister".

If you don't comply, you'll get a spanking!

All of this was because she was less capable than Mu Yiren.

Gong Lingyun remained silent for a while before replying, "We can give it a try!"

Hongdou clenched her fists, her little face full of fighting spirit: "From today onwards, I will cultivate diligently."

As long as her cultivation surpasses Mu Yiren's, she will avenge her previous humiliation.

What was that saying again?

Things change, and fortunes shift; never underestimate a young girl's potential!

Suddenly, a streak of snow-white light shot in from outside and jumped onto the big loli's head: "Red Bean, Red Bean, a new pastry shop has opened outside. I heard the pastries are delicious."

Buy one pack today, get one free.

"Do you want to come shopping with me?"

"Okay, okay!" Upon hearing this, Hongdou immediately picked up the calico cat and ran excitedly out of the courtyard.

Gu Jinzhao: "..."

Mu Yiren: "..."

Chapter 256, Luo Yirao: Stealing the Man the Empress Dowager Favored (3K)

After Gong Lingyun moved into the Gu residence, Mu Yiren became noticeably more well-behaved.

Seeing this, Gu Jinzhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Xiao Nu has a fiery temper; if no one keeps her in check, she might just cause a major disaster.

With his master Gong Lingyun now in charge, the pressure he faces has naturally lessened considerably.

Moreover, the other party can also guide him in condensing the Supreme Yang Sword Intent, which is truly killing two birds with one stone.

On this day, after finishing his duties, Gu Jinchao, as usual, went to the Transformation Dragon Pool to cultivate with Luo Yirao.

The process was still incredibly painful, but having experienced it the first time, it wasn't so unbearable anymore.

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About two hours later, Gu Jinchao got up from the Dragon Transformation Pool and used his spiritual power to evaporate the water droplets on his body.

A beautiful woman standing nearby exclaimed, "Not bad, you lasted longer than last time."

Gu Jinzhao showed no joy upon hearing this, but instead seemed thoughtful: "The effects of body tempering seem to be gradually weakening these past few times I've come here to cultivate."

Luo Yirao explained softly, "The Dragon Transformation Pool is like this. It's the same principle as your cultivation. At first, your progress is very fast, but then it will gradually slow down."

"However, with your sixth-grade cultivation level, as long as you haven't yet reached the third grade, you can still make rapid progress in your cultivation here."

Gu Jinzhao nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, Luo Yirao's gaze traveled down his chest, and a blush rose on her beautiful face: "Aren't you going to put your clothes on?"

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly and quickly put on the undergarment and official robe hanging to the side.

But soon, his gaze toward the beautiful woman before him turned bloodshot, his eyes surging with intense desire, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Gu Jinchao suppressed the agitation in his heart and couldn't help but say, "Please, Aunt Luo, help me dispel the dragon fire poison!"

Luo Yirao shook her head: "Not now, the two mansion masters will be coming to the Dragon Transformation Pool to cultivate in a little while."

"Since you're going to stay at my place today anyway, just hold on a little longer."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the bronze gate.

Gu Jinchao followed behind, the rich and alluring fragrance wafting towards him from time to time, his gaze involuntarily falling on her slender and graceful back.

Her waist was as slender as a water snake, and she walked with a graceful gait.

Her plump hips swayed gently with her steps, like a ripe peach trembling on a branch, so alluring.

Just as they were going up the steps, Luo Yirao suddenly slowed down, turned her head to look back, and said coquettishly, "You little rascal, your eyes are really not honest."

Caught red-handed, Gu Jinzhao was somewhat embarrassed: "Aunt Luo is walking in front, so I only have the view ahead of me."

Luo Yirao gave him a charmingly disdainful look: "Are you looking at the front, or at Auntie's butt?"

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly: "Naturally, we should look ahead."

"That would be best."

Luo Yirao gave a soft snort and continued walking forward.

Before long, the two left the military command and returned to the Luo residence.

After walking through the corridors and passageways, they arrived at the backyard. Luo Yirao said softly, "Go back to your room and wait. I'll go change my clothes."

Gu Jinzhao naturally had no objections and went straight back to the room prepared for her.

The room was extremely spacious, with the floor covered in smooth, dark teak that felt warm to the touch, and was subtly woven with dark silver cloud patterns.

A towering display cabinet stood against the wall, filled with antiques, jade artifacts, and thread-bound books.

There were also desks, chairs, tea tables, and other items, all arranged in an orderly manner and spotless, clearly indicating that they were regularly and meticulously maintained.

Gu Jinzhao had barely sat down when the door was pushed open.

Luo Yirao had changed out of her dark red tiger-patterned skirt and into a deep red cheongsam with a double-breasted opening.

Although the neckline wasn't wide open, the extremely close-fitting cut accentuated the fullness and roundness of her proud breasts, making them appear almost bursting out of shape.

Her waist was so slender, it seemed as if it could be grasped in one hand, which made her round and perky hips even more prominent.

The most alluring part is the high slits on both sides of the cheongsam.

With graceful steps, a pair of jade-like legs wrapped in black silk stockings appeared and disappeared, vaguely and sensually outlining the delicate skin and perfect lines of the legs.

She wore a pair of pointed stilettos in the same color as her cheongsam, and every step she took was on a captivating rhythm.

Is it pretty?

"This dress was bought by my aunt at Jinlu Pavilion a few days ago; it's called a cheongsam."

Luo Yirao came to him, turned around gently, and the hem of her cheongsam slit lifted up, revealing her plump, beautiful legs in black stockings.

Gu Jinchao seemed to be amazed, his gaze lingering on her for a long time.

Luo Yirao noticed the infatuated and burning gaze, knowing that this little rascal had been attracted to her, but she pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because Auntie doesn't look good in it?"

Gu Jinzhao snapped out of his daze and quickly shook his head: "Of course not."

"Then why not respond?"

Luo Yirao slowly sat down on the soft couch, her pair of black silk legs elegantly crossed beneath her skirt, her pointed high heels swaying gently, revealing her delicate silk arches and soft red ankles.

"Aunt Luo looked stunning in this outfit; I didn't even realize it for a moment."

Gu Jinzhao then realized that the pointed high heels were open-back, with only a thin, dark red strap extending from the sides of the shoe and gently encircling the heel.

"Grumpy."

Luo Yirao's beautiful lips curved into a seductive smile.

As if she had thought of something, she smiled and said, "That day at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, I wrote a poem that surpassed even that Commander Ning, who came from the Haoran Sect and achieved the highest rank in the imperial examinations."

"Truly exceptionally talented and eloquent."

She was also present at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet.

She witnessed firsthand Gu Jinchao's stunning performance in overwhelming Ning Muchi, debating with a group of scholars, and defeating the Buddhist nun and Zen master.

That same night, Luo Yirao, with the keen perception granted by the "Heavenly Mother Sacred Heart Technique," noticed that Xiao Qingyi's gaze towards Gu Jinzhao was somewhat different.

It not only expresses appreciation for the minister, but also carries a subtle, ineffable meaning.

She had a vague suspicion that the relationship between the two was probably not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Given that woman's proud and aloof nature, she would never have allowed him to serve her so closely on the day of her birthday banquet unless Gu Jinzhao had completely won her trust.

Therefore, Luo Yirao made up her mind to take this man away from Xiao Qingyi and make him completely fall at her feet.

In this way, not only can he avenge the past, but he can also plant a spy next to Xiao Qingyi.

Gu Jinzhao withdrew his gaze from those black-stockinged jade legs and said humbly, "At the palace banquet, all the wise men were present. I only came up with a clumsy poem by chance. Fortunately, the Empress Dowager and all the officials did not disapprove. It was truly a stroke of luck."

Luo Yirao's red lips curved slightly, her slender white fingers gently brushing against the hem of her cheongsam, across the black silk, producing a soft, ambiguous rustling sound: "There's no need to be so modest in front of your aunt."

As she spoke, her voluptuous and sexy body leaned forward slightly, her blouse half-open, revealing two snowy breasts covered by a bright red bodice: "If it's possible, could you also compose a poem for me today?"

Gu Jinchao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his eyes turned even redder, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to reach out.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch that rounded curve, they were gently grasped by a soft hand.

Luo Yirao said coquettishly, "What are you up to now, you little rascal?"

Gu Jinzhao took a deep breath: "Aunt Luo, please help me refine the dragon blood poison quickly... otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

A mischievous glint flashed in Luo Yirao's beautiful eyes: "If you don't compose a poem, Auntie won't help you refine it."

"Okay, let me think about it."

Helpless, Gu Jinzhao could only lower his head and ponder.

After a moment, she raised her head and said, "The crimson silk is cut with firelight, and the dark threads are so alluring that they penetrate to the bone."

"Jade pillars entwined with ink hold up candlelight, snow-capped peaks hang red, obscuring the moon's radiance."

"Her hairpin sways like lotus blossoms, her ankles are delicately locked; her waist bends like flowing clouds, her slits concealing fragrance."

"Who says that a fairy maiden has no worldly desires? A song of rainbow-colored robes can bewitch the common people."

The poem is short, but every word is precious, and the imagery is rich and bold.

The first sentence describes her wearing a deep red cheongsam, her delicate figure appearing and disappearing, her allure naturally captivating.

The second line describes the silkworm's black silk as flowing as ink, which complements the spring light that suddenly appears on her chest, outshining even the moonlight.

The third line describes how her figure became even taller after wearing high heels, her slender gait was graceful and elegant, and the skirt hem was alluring.

The final line compares the beautiful woman before him to a celestial maiden descended to earth, capable of captivating all beings.

After hearing the poem, Luo Yirao's beautiful face flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but lift her pointed high heel and lightly kick his leg: "Auntie didn't ask you to write such erotic poems."

Gu Jinzhao shook his head and said, "This is hardly an erotic poem."

"Still denying it?" Luo Yirao rolled her eyes coquettishly: "Snowy peaks drooping red, dark threads alluring souls, isn't that just describing the explicit parts of a woman's body?"

Gu Jinchao disagreed: "Poetry values ​​realism!"

"Aunt Luo's outfit is already gorgeous and charming; I am merely describing it as fact. If the viewer has no ulterior motives, how can they possibly think of anything as gorgeous?"

Luo Yirao's eyes sparkled as she asked with interest, "So, do you harbor any lustful thoughts?"

Gu Jinzhao frankly replied, "Of course there is. But that's just because of the influence of the dragon's blood poison..."

Luo Yirao glanced at him: "In my opinion, you little rascal, you only wrote such erotic poems because you were tempted by the poison of the dragon's blood."

Gu Jinzhao retorted, "Wasn't that what Aunt Luo told me to do?"

"Auntie doesn't care, that poem doesn't count."