Middle-earth, Tianzhu, Persia. These are the three countries with the longest history, the oldest civilization, and the most brilliant culture in the world. And the most important factor for a country to be able to sustain itself for a long time is population. Only with an overwhelming population can civilization continue to be passed on, so that it will not be lost in the long river of history and become a short-lived ephemeral flower.

Having children is a human instinct. But what exactly should be done to have more, to be born well, to be healthy, but there is a lot of knowledge in it. Therefore, there are many philosophers who have conducted in-depth research on this, both ancient and modern, at home and abroad.

The things of men and women are the great desires of men. There's a lot of fun to be had. The more you delve into it, the more you will discover the mysteries. Later, this kind of research has become an extremely profound and systematic study. At the same time, there are many people who are good at this science, and they have sublimated it and turned it into art.

Learning is boring, but art is wonderful. Those who are able to study knowledge are, after all, only a minority of the few. However, there are many more people who know how to enjoy art than those who study knowledge. In particular, the Emperor's House has elevated the related artistic enjoyment to a height that ordinary people can't even dream of.

Since the three kingdoms of Middle-earth, Tianzhu and Persia have the longest history and the most thorough research, it is natural that the art of this kind of learning is also the most profound. Each country has some unique secrets that cannot be imagined by outsiders.

Zoroastrianism is one of the oldest and most mysterious religions in Persia. Within the church, there is a secret transmission of this art. As a "holy woman" in the church second only to the leader, Isami is qualified to learn this art.

She has been by Mo Qixing's side for decades, from the original humble slave girl, to improve her status little by little, and finally become the chief manager who is deeply trusted by Mo Qixing. Obviously, the art she has studied has definitely contributed to it.

However, like all arts in the world, no matter how superb the skill is, if you lack the "heart", then in the end, you will not be a master after all, but at best a craftsman.

But Isami only has the deepest hatred from the bottom of her heart for this Mo Qixing who ruined her entire life. So in the past few decades, in fact, Mo Qixing has not experienced real Persian art from beginning to end.

But Cheng Li is different. For him, Isami has nothing but wholehearted gratitude. Even, in her consciousness, Cheng Li was simply a messenger sent by the Fire God to save herself from suffering.

From the moment she knew that Mo Qixing had died at the hands of Cheng Li, Isami had secretly vowed to completely dedicate everything she had to Cheng Li, the messenger of the true gods. Therefore, when she began to serve Cheng Li, she not only invested all her skills, but also invested all her feelings.

As long as you are an experienced man, you can understand. When a woman is willing to devote herself wholeheartedly to serving a man, what a great pleasure and enjoyment can it bring to a man? In particular, Isami is not an ordinary woman, she belongs to the woman among women. Under her meticulous service, even the eunuchs in the palace still have to be tempted.

Although the secret room where Isami performed the priesthood was well insulated, it was not in the middle of nowhere. Because although Mo Qixing's appearance is broken, his body is full of power. Sometimes, his desires were even stronger than those of a young man of sixteen or seventeen. Even if Yukiko and Chiyo, two Fuso ninjas, join forces in battle, they will often lose under him.

Therefore, every time Isami massages Mo Qixing, most of the results are to call those young beauties in the courtyard one by one, and take turns to bear the ravages of Mo Qixing. If the location of the bathroom is too remote, wouldn't it be too troublesome and too long to summon people in?

Cheng Li is completely ignorant of all this. His body has not yet returned to its best condition. If it's an ordinary woman, it's okay to say. But a strong woman like Isami, even if it was just one person, made him a little overwhelmed. Naturally, he wouldn't summon other beauties to come in with him.

Isami's skill is beyond imagination. Cheng Li is completely immersed in the enjoyment of this art, and when he gets carried away, he will inevitably make some sounds.

As a Zoroastrian saint, Isami understands that the most vivid and extreme art must satisfy both parties in terms of sight, smell, touch, and hearing at the same time, in order to be truly perfect. Therefore, while she tried to please the messenger of the true god with her body, she did not hesitate to use her voice, and devoted herself to sending out bursts of joy and weeping, as beautiful as a yellow warbler.

The rippling sound of the water, the shaking of the bed, the dull roar of the man, the gentle singing of the woman, all kinds of sounds intertwined, through the gaps in the windows and door frames, with the evening breeze, drifted into the courtyard, and then faintly, into the ears of all the people who lived in the courtyard.

Xue Yanxia also lived in this courtyard, and she heard these voices too.

From the initial stunned, to the shock after understanding what these voices were, and then, it was like a piercing pain. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and slammed open the bedroom door and rushed into the courtyard.

Standing in the courtyard, the muffled roars and cries suddenly became ten times clearer. An unprecedented pain was very evident in the snow and smoke and eyebrows. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth hard, turned around and rushed out of the courtyard.

The villa covers an extremely large area. Outside the Qijin courtyard, outside the garden garden, there is a large area of land. In the darkness, the snow and smoke are one foot high, one foot low, one step deep, one step shallow, stumbling, staggering, and walking to the most remote and least likely to be people.

Even Xue Yanxia herself doesn't know how long she has walked. Because her mind has been completely occupied by the pain of betrayal and the fear of abandonment.

In the midst of the chaos, suddenly, there was a gurgling sound of flowing water, and a clear stream, across the snow and smoke, blocked her way. The clean and clear water of the stream gently ripples, reflecting wisps of brilliant golden light.

Xue Yanxia was stunned for a moment, and her sanity regained a little. She looked up at the eastern sky, only to see a golden morning sun slowly rising below the horizon. It turned out that before I knew it, it was already dawn.

The water of the stream was cool, as green as jade, and even the face of the snow and smoke was reflected in turquoise. She looked at the stream infatuatedly, and suddenly her shoulders shook, and the whole robe, woven of the softest silk, immediately flowed like water to her feet. Immediately after that, there was another small clothes, profane clothes. Eventually, Xue Haze became like a newborn baby. She stepped away from her long, plump and straight legs and stepped into the stream. Let the stream rise until it is completely submerged.