Long Er pinched her earlobe: "Are you asking me to punish you again?"
Ju Mu'er covered her ears and quickly took two steps forward to hide. She had been walking with Long Er in the Long Mansion and was already used to not carrying a bamboo cane.
Long Er took a big step and caught her. Seeing her surprised and amused, he couldn't help but laugh too. He hugged her and asked, "So, what do you usually do?"
Ju Mu'er said seriously, "I'd rather practice martial arts."
Practicing martial arts?
Ryuji's face turned green.
"Doesn't my husband also hope that I can practice well?"
There's no need to remind him that he did such a stupid thing.
"My lord, I must practice diligently."
The news brought by Qian Jiangyi completely shattered any previous intention to give up due to laziness.
The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease.
51. Playing the piano haphazardly, Bao'er gets into trouble.
Ju Mu'er's desire to practice martial arts puzzled Long Er. They both knew that martial arts training was incredibly difficult for her. Long Er also knew her reluctance; she treated training like torture. So, when he tried to stop her, her enthusiasm surprised him.
Long Er initially thought Ju Mu'er was just teasing him. But a few days later, he discovered that Ju Mu'er was actually practicing horse stance and punches in the courtyard by herself. She would practice for a while and then rest for a while without him watching, but she was really practicing.
Long Er was somewhat stunned when Feng Wu brought Bao'er over to play with Ju Mu'er. Seeing Ju Mu'er's horse stance, she said seriously, "This is the ugliest horse stance I've ever seen."
Long Er glared at her. This woman, why doesn't the third brother discipline her properly? She actually criticized her second sister-in-law's movements as unsightly. He wanted to scold her, but Bao'er stepped forward with the kitten in her arms. She said to Ju Mu'er, "Second Aunt, don't be sad, you can pet the kitten."
Ju Mu'er was taken aback; she wasn't sad.
Long Er sighed inwardly and went over to pull Ju Mu'er to a chair to rest: "Stop practicing, take a break."
"I just finished resting." As soon as Ju Mu'er sat down, a maid brought over tea and fruit. Feng Wu and Bao'er ate without any hesitation.
Long Er held Ju Mu'er's hand, wanting to speak, but when he saw Feng Wu and Bao'er, those two gluttons, eating while staring at him, he felt quite awkward. Especially Bao'er, with her curious and innocent eyes, looking at Ju Mu'er and then at him, Long Er suddenly felt that this mother and daughter were really an eyesore.
He coughed, wondering what to say to Mu'er. Before he could speak, Feng Wu spoke up.
"Mu'er, did your second uncle force you to practice martial arts?"
Long Er frowned, and Ju Mu'er chuckled. Before she could answer, Bao'er's soft voice said, "Second Aunt, don't be sad. You can borrow the kitten to pet."
Long Er's face darkened. It turned out that everyone thought he, as a husband, had forced and harmed his Mu'er because of her pitiful appearance.
"I wanted to practice it myself."
Madam Long Er was very righteous and cleared Master Long Er's name.
Unfortunately, Fengwu and Bao'er clearly didn't believe her. The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, then turned back to continue drinking tea and eating fruit.
“How about you teach me, Fengfeng?” Ju Mu’er blinked and turned to Feng Wu, saying, “I heard from Xiao Ping that you are a master of martial arts, Fengfeng. My husband is too busy on weekdays, and I don’t want to interfere with his business. If you don’t mind that I’m clumsy, how about you teach me? We can keep each other company.”
"No way." Ryuji rejected the idea without even thinking. "She'll only cause trouble."
Upon hearing this, Feng Wu frowned. She had originally intended to tell Mu'er that she was happy to keep her company, but not to teach her martial arts. Not only was Mu'er's eyesight impaired, making martial arts training too difficult, but with Mu'er's aptitude and talent, no one would dare admit to being her teacher. However, Long Er insisted on criticizing her, which displeased Feng Wu. She raised her head and puffed out her chest, replying, "Fine, I'll teach you."
Ju Mu'er nodded happily, unable to see Long Er's dark face.
That evening, Master Long threw a tantrum.
He went to bed early, wrapped himself in the blanket, and ignored Ju Mu'er. Ju Mu'er touched the new blanket prepared for her and sighed inwardly. Was he already so angry that he didn't want to share a blanket with her? Her husband was really getting more and more youthful.
Ju Mu'er, feeling cold, wrapped herself in the blanket and called out, "Husband."
No one answered her.
Ju Mu'er called out again, "Second Master."
Still no one answered her, and soon after, she could even hear snoring.
Ju Mu'er was truly at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated. She sighed inwardly and said, "She's asleep, then there's no need to coax her. I'll go to sleep too." With that, she turned her back to Long Er and fell asleep.
The snoring stopped immediately. Long Er started grinding his teeth. But Ju Mu'er was completely silent now.
Long Er gritted his teeth until he was exhausted, but still didn't receive any concern from his wife, which made him feel frustrated and irritable. He turned over and stared at the back of Ju Mu'er's head. This woman, she just knew how to annoy him!
He absolutely cannot let her get away with this.
Long Er kicked off the blanket, pressing his entire leg onto Ju Mu'er's body. Ju Mu'er remained still, and soon, she even began to snore.
Long Er couldn't hold back any longer. He flipped over and landed on top of Ju Mu'er. He secretly exerted his strength, pressing down on Ju Mu'er like a heavy boulder, making it hard for her to breathe.
Ju Mu'er could no longer pretend to be asleep, so she blinked and pretended to be asleep: "Hey, husband, did you have a nightmare? Wake up, wake up."
"He's awake," Master Long replied through gritted teeth.
"Hmm, it's good that you're awake. Second Master, go back and get some sleep. You had a nightmare and you were pressing on my stomach."
"I can't sleep," said Master Long in a harsh voice.
Ju Mu'er continued to blink and said softly, "Were you disturbed by a nightmare? Then, Second Master, would you like to share a blanket with me?" This was exactly what Long Er wanted. He rolled down and nimbly slipped into Ju Mu'er's blanket.
Her blankets were ice-cold, and she hadn't warmed up even after sleeping for a long time. Long Er crawled in and then remembered that he had deliberately kept her from sharing a blanket with him because he knew her hands and feet were cold, hoping she would beg for warmth. But now, he was the one who had crawled in.
Before Long Er could even express his displeasure, Ju Mu'er wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting out a soft, comfortable sigh: "My husband is so warm."
The feeling of being needed instantly filled Long Er's heart. He pulled her into his arms and scolded, "You're like an ice cube, you still have to cover yourself with a blanket."
"I was wrong. I won't cover myself with a blanket anymore. Husband, please keep an eye on me." Even though it was that man who was being unreasonable, Ju Mu'er took the blame upon herself, making it sound like she really believed it.
Long Er was pleased with her understanding, snorted, and hugged her tightly.
Tell me, who treats you the best?
“Naturally, it’s my husband.”
Who is closest to you?
“Naturally, it’s my husband.”
"Then why did you let someone else teach you martial arts?"
"My husband needs to manage the family business."
"Managing the family business won't stop me from teaching you martial arts, since you can only learn those two moves anyway."
Ju Mu'er blinked, unable to think of a way to argue, and could only say softly, "Husband, I'm so cold."
"The cold doesn't stop us from talking. Tell me, why did you leave me and make Fengfeng keep you company?"
How should she deal with this unreasonable behavior? Ju Mu'er sighed inwardly. She couldn't think of anything, so she had to resort to an unconventional method. She leaned forward to kiss Long Er's lips, but ended up kissing his nose instead. Long Er quickly pressed his lips down, muttering, "This is where it should be."
Ju Mu'er didn't speak, but opened her lips and focused on kissing him. She took the initiative to extend her tongue and tightened her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
Long Er quickly got involved and sighed, "I taught you well, didn't I?"
"Yes." At times like this, whatever my husband says is right.
Long Er parted her clothes and began to bite her collarbone. Ju Mu'er's hands reached into his chest, caressing his skin. Long Er felt a surge of heat and quickly stripped both of them of their clothes.
"My lord, I'm cold."
"I'm here, I'll warm you up." Long Er stroked her with his big hand, somewhat anxiously, his mouth busy, trying to reply to her.
Ju Mu'er hugged him and pleaded softly, "Then husband, please don't let me be the only one covered by the blanket anymore."
"Okay." Didn't we just discuss this? Of course, there's no problem.
"My husband, I have no strength left."
"I have it, so I'll go."
"I also hope to bring joy to you, just like you did to my husband."
Long Er held her soft breasts in his mouth, feeling very satisfied. His wife was so sensible.
"So, wouldn't it be good for me to practice martial arts and strengthen my physique?"
Long Er felt a wet, soft sensation in his hand, filled with joy. With a forceful thrust, he firmly entered her, and they became one. Ju Mu'er let out a soft cry, and as he moved in and out with her, she softly asked again, "Husband, is it good?"
"Okay." At this moment, whatever she says is okay.
"So, while you focus on the family business, I'll take good care of my health. Are you happy about that?"
"Joy." At this moment, he couldn't be happier.
"My husband treats me so well."
"Of course." She's his wife, his closest family member. How could he not treat her well? Long Er rode her with all his might, watching her blush and blush on his body. She smiled and murmured softly.
He was very satisfied; she brought him pleasure.
The two lingered in each other's arms for a long time, finally reaching their climax, their souls intoxicated. After all that, they were finally able to sleep peacefully wrapped in a blanket.
Master Long closed his eyes, holding his wife close, his mind slowly clearing. Oh dear, his wife is so cunning, so incredibly cunning.
Ju Mu'er was also lost in thought. She was exhausted and sighed inwardly: Being a wife is truly not easy. Being the wife of Second Master Long is even more difficult.
In any case, the Long family women's martial arts training group was thus established.
There are three regular members: the second wife, Ju Mu'er; the third wife, Feng Wu; and Miss Long Bao'er from the Long family. There is also an unofficial member, Su Qing, who visits Ju Mu'er from time to time and practices with her.
Su Qing climbed mountains almost every day to pick flowers and herbs, and roamed the streets selling them, so she was in excellent physical condition. She was also intelligent and had a talent for martial arts, so she learned quickly and made rapid progress in martial arts. Ju Mu'er, on the other hand, was completely the opposite. Long Er was right about one thing: no matter how hard she tried, she could only learn the same three old techniques.
However, Ju Mu'er herself was open-minded. She didn't aspire to become a martial arts master; she just wanted to be stronger and more agile.
That day, Long Da promised to take his son Long Qingsheng to buy a knife. Long Qingsheng also wanted to bring Bao'er along so she could see how imposing he looked with the knife, so Long Da brought Bao'er along as well.
Feng Wu accompanied Ju Mu'er in her training by herself. She ate melon seeds and sipped fragrant tea, watching Ju Mu'er squat in what she thought was the ugliest horse stance in her life, and then said very sincerely, "Mu'er, your horse stance is really ugly. Don't practice anymore. I don't think you're cut out for this at all. You have no chance."
Ju Mu'er, her legs trembling and panting, tried her best to stand for a while longer. Hearing Feng Wu's words, she replied, "Feng Feng, your frankness has truly given me a jolt."
Feng Wu rested her chin on her hand and sighed, "Take a break after you've finished shaking. You can't master it."
Ju Mu'er shook her head and continued to insist.
Feng Wu continued, "Practicing martial arts means getting beaten. If you don't stand properly, I'll whip your legs a couple of times. If your moves are wrong, I'll punch you a few times. Remember the pain, and you'll get the posture right next time."
Ju Mu'er gritted her teeth and shook her leg, continuing to insist: "It hurts so much even without being hit."
"But your posture is so awkward. I don't dare to pull your leg, and your second uncle probably wouldn't have the heart to hit you either. Tell me, how can you possibly practice well like this?"
Ju Mu'er couldn't hold on any longer and plopped down on the ground. Feng Wu quickly went over to help her up: "Come, come, sit here and rest for a while, have a cup of tea, don't push yourself too hard. Although your second uncle is stingy and miserly, he wouldn't make you perform on the street, so practicing this is really useless."
Ju Mu'er was too weak to respond. She took the tea that Ju Mu'er offered and gulped it down. Then she sat down and gasped for breath.