Now, Simón Qíng carries himself with a look of self-satisfied arrogance: "Hah! I've been holding out on you for so long, never managing to get to the point—my whole crew of young men have been sweating over it for me! This is finally the time!" As he speaks, he sheds his top, revealing his lumpy, rugged torso. Simón Qíng is always so polished and dignified; in this moment, his body appears quite unrefined. Pan Jinlian refuses to comply, yet feels utterly powerless—she lacks even the strength to bump into the wooden beams. Her entire body sinks like mud, and she feels a deep sense of warmth spreading through her. "Ah!" Pan Jinlían suddenly feels a warm current surge through her, flooding her entire body. Simón Qíng knows his beloved "Eternal Leisure" tonic has taken effect. Hah! This time, I'll truly indulge in my own leisurely bliss with you—become a celestial being of pure delight! Hah! I am the number one Celestial of Leisure in the world! When Simón Qing's hands, reaching out like a clamorous hand, touched Pan Jinlian—motionless, breathing with the grace of a lotus, her face flushed—when Pan Jinlian, in despair, closed her eyes and wept two clear tears—when Liu Ma, grinding soybean milk in the courtyard, realized the stone mill had broken—Gao Liang stepped in. The play ended, and it was time to act. Gao Liang stepped in at the crucial moment to save Pan Jinlian. Yet Gao Liang didn't anticipate that he himself was the mantis catching the cicada, only to find the oriole behind him—there was Wu Song. Wu Song came to take Pan Jinlian's life. Simón Qing was no match for Gao Liang. With a simple lift of his leg or a single step, Gao Liang sent Qing flying. "Stay where you are! Anyone who moves her dies!" Gao Liang roared, his mighty fist blinding Qing, turning his eyes into black pandas. Having fought against Gao Liang, Qing had been struck by Gao Liang's dart-based control and subjected to a 3 Immediately, he pleaded with a trembling voice, "Sir! Old Sir! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! I'll give you ten gold ingots—just let me go!" High Liang immediately snapped, "You've brought misfortune upon yourself! If I let you go, you'll only go on to plague the common people and ruin the lives of noble women!" "Indeed! I truly am too afraid now!" Sima Qing bowed repeatedly, his head nodding like a pestle being crushed. Pan Jinlian's graceful charm was simply adorable. Although Gao Liang had practiced spiritual energy control, Jinlian was a mature, beautiful woman, and with the lotus petals cascading over her like a soft breeze, she exuded a natural fragrance that strongly stimulated Gao Liang's sense of smell. Gao Liang gazed at her delicate form and felt it was a true masterpiece of human beauty. Pan Jinlian leaned against Gao Liang's chest, their hearts drawing close, each able to feel the other's pulse. At that moment, Pan Jinlian heard a song. Gao Liang was startled—wow! It came from the high-end speakers of his personal super-PDA. Damn it! He had been diligently cultivating his mental focus, achieving the state where his heart moved with his own will—where he could unconsciously express his emotions and let his feelings guide the computer to perform specific actions based on his mood. And there it was—his PDA was now playing Dai Jun's "My Heart Beats, My Feelings Burn": "Sometimes I gaze at your eyes, half-dazed, sometimes I listen quietly to your voice, sometimes I gaze痴ly at your silhouette, sometimes I silently share your sorrows. You feel like rain drifting aimlessly—my love for you is deep, lingering in every dream and thought..." Pan Jinlian, a refined woman with a passion for music, was instantly enchanted by this music she had never heard before. Wow! What kind of music is this? Never heard of it before! In the Song Dynasty when Pan Jin-lin lived, music was either the pipa, the erhu, the sheng, or the guzheng—its sounds remarkably monotonous. Yet this song, performed by Dai Jun, is rendered with the most beautiful vocals of the 21st century, using modern musical arrangements, bringing the piece to life in a vivid and captivating way, deeply enchanting Pan Jin-lin. Dai Jun is a major star in today's China, but our Gao Liang surpasses him in excellence. Indeed, her heart moves with mine! Gao Liang unexpectedly showcased his performance, as Dai Jun's second half of the song featured only instrumental accompaniment—no vocal rendition. At that moment, Gao Liang naturally synced with the lively, passionate music, singing in his rich, resonant voice: "I don't know if you've truly understood me—whether you feel it—my heart beats, my emotions burn. I truly don't want to search for you—my heart beats, my emotions burn. When will you give me a gentle embrace? My heart beats, my emotions burn. You smile softly at home—my heart beats, my emotions burn. I will love you until the earth and sky grow old..." He sang even better than Dai Jun—his tone flawless, full of masculine passion. This performance emerged spontaneously, in rhythm with the music, because Gao Liang deeply admired Dai Jun's song, filled with passion and imagination. Centuries-old Pan Jinlian was instantly captivated by the youthful, stylish, and strikingly handsome Gao Liang from 2011. In these few minutes of song, Pan Jinlian's emotions poured forth like a breached dam, flooding over. "Is this song being sung specifically for me? If it's for us—oh, how wonderful that would be!" As Pansheng pondered and reflected, the medicinal properties of the逍遥shenxian herbs began to take effect more strongly within her. "Ah! Hm!" Pansheng exhaled with a fragrant breath, her bright eyes growing increasingly misty. Pansheng was a woman of unparalleled charm, radiating an irresistible allure that captivated men from every corner of the world. Though Gao Liang had practiced mental control, he found himself increasingly unable to contain his own emotions in front of her. Pansheng gently clasped Gao Liang's neck with her jade hands, then pressed her ample chest against his, her softness pressing gently against his own chest. At the same time, the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms that had lingered earlier surged once more, drawing Gao Liang's heart and soul.