The Rural Beauty 748, Main Text 748, The Secret Formula Passed in the Palace 748, The Secret Formula Passed in the Palace. Ma Cuihua suddenly gave out a soft gasp, and Lu Yun, watching beside her, was utterly astonished—what on earth had happened? How had she turned so flushed, breathing so rapidly? "Ma Cui, without even turning around, spat out, 'At daytime, how could I possibly think of anything good? Can I really be dreaming all day?' As she finished speaking, Ma Cui found herself puzzled—she had always disliked being watched, yet when Lu Yun mentioned that Zhang Wang had taken her innermost part to use on the gray machine, vivid images of embarrassment suddenly came to mind. Was it possible that she, in truth, was such a sensual woman? Otherwise, why would she imagine Zhang Wang holding her intimate part while operating the gray machine, and even, just before Lu Yun woke her up, picture him slowly maneuvering with his muddy fingers inside her water cave?" Ma Cuihua felt a bit puzzled, her body's reactions influenced by the scene she was imagining. As she imagined her fingers reaching out to peer into her waterfall cave, she suddenly felt a clear spring gushing forth within her own cave. "Madam Cuihua," Lu Yun said, noticing that Ma Cuihua was deep in thought, completely distracted from him, "why don't we go back? My fire keeps burning steadily, growing stronger and stronger. Maybe something wonderful will happen today." At that moment, Ma Cuihua was quite uncomfortable—her waterfall cave was continuously gushing out streams of water, quickly soaking her legs. Fortunately, she hadn't worn her undergarments, otherwise the sticky, damp sensation alone would have been unbearable. Upon hearing Lu Yun's words, Ma Cuihua smiled and said, "Little Yun, why are you so eager? I was indeed thinking about something just now. Don't you think I've been neglecting you?" "Imagination remains imagination, if we're to have any chance of keeping it intact, let alone if we're to make the two of them—Mǎ Cuìhuā and Zhāng Wèiqù—go through all this hassle. Mǎ Cuìhuā would never agree to it. She'd still stand right before me, a solid, tangible presence, someone truly formidable. I find myself yearning so much that I can hardly wait to shove that big staff right into my Water Curtain Cave. Landing with a sigh of frustration, Lù Yún said, 'Cuihua Aunt, I'm certain you're thinking of some other man. From the way you looked just now, I knew you were thinking of doing something special with him—something intimate—and you even made a sound. Isn't that right?' Mǎ Cuìhuā asked in surprise, 'Did I actually make a sound?' "Yes, and the way she calls out—so vividly, almost like a cat in heat—makes the listeners feel their blood surge with excitement." Lu Yun said with a pretense of being hurt. Ma Cuihua immediately found this a bit absurd. Fortunately, Lu Yun had woken her in time; otherwise, if her fingers were pressed gently against the small particles above the Water Curtain Cave during her reverie, and then gently rotated, kneaded, and squeezed, she might have ended up blushing and accidentally calling out Zhang Wang's name. Seeing Lu Yun's genuinely wounded expression, Ma Cuihua chuckled softly, "Oh, you're already getting jealous over such a small thing? When you were playing with the others, didn't you ever think of my feelings? Now, let me show you what it's like to feel that kind of jealousy and sourness." Ma Cuihua giggled lightly, watching Lu Yun's embarrassed expression, feeling particularly pleased. Lu Yun gently scolded, "Sourness? What's wrong with that? You're right here with me now—how can you think of anyone else? No, tell me—what exactly were you thinking about just now? Were you really trying to fall asleep?" Ma Cuihua looked slightly puzzled, stammering, "I didn't expect anyone in particular. I just... I just..." She couldn't quite put her finger on exactly what it was, though she sensed quickly that Land Yun was genuinely feeling jealous. With a smile, she said, "Well, then, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been thinking about other men while you were with me. I'd like to apologize to you personally. How about I rub your member a bit—let you vent your frustration first, and then I'll just let you go at it however you like?" If simply massaging it a few times proves effective, I wonder whether using a single hand to operate the dust machine could make a man's organ more vigorous. "Miss Mai, how long have you been helping Uncle Shan?" Lu Yun enjoyed the rising, almost bursting sensation of pressure, yet remained extremely comfortable as Ma Cuihua continued her work, at the same time asking her a few questions. Ma Cuihua immediately replied, "For several years now—I can't quite recall the exact duration. I only know it was a folk remedy someone mentioned. It's said that in the past, the emperors in the palace often had their consorts or ladies-in-waiting massage the bird tube with the palms of their hands, just so they could enjoy the beauty of the ladies in the harem." Lu Yun was surprised to learn that this remedy originated in the palace. Could it really be true that the emperors regularly had women massage the bird tube with their palms? Three thousand beautiful ladies in the palace—Land Yun just thinks about it and knows how many stunning women are there. No matter how capable the emperor is, he's still just a human being. Once he sees those beauties, he'll surely find time to enjoy himself and indulge in pleasures, without neglecting state affairs. "Hey, Aunt Cuihua, since this method originated in the palace, why haven't I seen any improvement from my brother Chengshan?" ... Rural Beauty 748, Main Text 748—The palace-secret recipe has been updated!