"Anmin, what are your thoughts?" Emperor Ling squinted, appearing sowhat drowsy.
n always feel tired after sex.
When young, they can have sex multiple tis a day, but as they age, their libido declines, and their energy wanes. Won, on the other hand, experience the opposite.
"Your Majesty, I'll give you acupuncture first. After so ti, I might try to recreate the ancient formula. It's more effective than current aphrodisiacs and can prolong ejaculation, extending it from a quarter of an hour to three quarters of an hour." Lu Ming catered to Emperor Ling's desires. Since Emperor Ling enjoyed won but lacked the stamina, he could easily address this issue.
"Oh? Do you have such an ancient formula?" Emperor Ling was slightly excited. Besides amassing wealth, he also indulged in won.
Although frequent encounters with won weren't ideal, how could he resist a thousand beautiful won?
No man could resist; it required imnse self-control.
"I'd seen it before, but never studied it in depth. I only recently had the urge to research and recreate it, but unfortunately, the prescription is too incomplete. Restoring even half of its effects would be the best I could hope for. Otherwise, according to the ancient prescription, it could at least make a man's penis as hard as iron, lasting an hour without a problem," Lu Ming continued to boast. This was sothing no man could resist.
Ancient aphrodisiacs were packaged in a small box containing neatly arranged small round balls, each wrapped in oiled paper. He took out two, unwrapped the paper, and inside were black, round pills.
While studying traditional Chinese dicine in this era, Lu Ming naturally discovered many shortcomings in its theories. Modern dical theory was far more advanced than that of traditional Chinese dicine. Lu Ming also ca across so theories of aphrodisiac concoctions from traditional sexual practices. These theories were utterly naive and laughable. Ancient Chinese dicine emphasized the combination of Yin and Yang, the unity of the Five Elents, and the interaction of Qi, form, and spirit. Many aphrodisiacs made based on these principles went astray.
Lu Ming scoffed at these homade aphrodisiacs. They contained few active ingredients and were highly harmful to the body. In ancient tis, many powerful figures died from "excessive indulgence," but these deaths weren't actually due to exhaustion; most were caused by overuse of aphrodisiacs.
"Good, good, good, Anmin! Once you've finished, co directly to the palace to see ." Emperor Ling was overjoyed. An aphrodisiac that could prolong ejaculation was a great thing.
He loved this; he enjoyed playing with won, but his body wouldn't allow it.
The pleasure of sex was great for n, but not necessarily for won.
"Go ahead and do it. I'll take care of everything. Rangfu, you're in charge of this."
The old eunuch Zhang Rang, who had been standing nearby, bead. "Yes, Your Majesty! This old servant will handle it perfectly."
Seeing Lu Ming's imperial favor, a flicker of hesitation crossed Zhao Hou's mind.
"Let's wait and see. The Yuan family has only just made their move; they definitely won't let Lu Ming get away so easily."
As for his eldest son Liu Zan's nonsense, he agreed with it in his heart, but couldn't say it aloud.
"So things can't be said, only done; so things can only be said, not done. Clearly, his rebellious son doesn't understand this principle at all!"
"There's no need for excessive complexity; just a little bit of catering to his preferences will suffice. Emperor Ling may not be a good emperor, but he's definitely a very useful tool."
"After the treatnt, the palace gates were already closed; leaving the palace was impossible. He had to stay overnight, which was an imnse blessing for an ordinary person."
"Zhao Hou has obviously done this more than once or twice; he was taken to rest by palace maids. Only Lu Ming continued treating Emperor Ling, and even prepared so food for a late-night snack."
"Only those who have experienced it understand its preciousness."
Emperor Ling was growing increasingly fond of Lu Ming. He was a master of both military conquest and dostic dicine, a true all-rounder.
Furthermore, after a simple acupuncture treatnt, Emperor Ling felt a long-lost surge of virility. He imdiately summoned a maid and had her perform acupuncture in front of Lu Ming.
Zhang Rang watched from the side. As a eunuch, watching wouldn't hurt, and Emperor Ling was clearly used to it. Lu Ming, however, felt sowhat embarrassed and uncomfortable, and could only lower his head to drink and eat his late-night snack.
"Lord Lu, His Majesty treats you like one of his own. Even Marquis Zhao doesn't receive this treatnt," Zhang Rang whispered, his tone seemingly ingratiating and flattering.
His power stemd from Emperor Ling. Once Emperor Ling died, he would be no different from a stray dog.
Having wielded imnse power for over thirty years, he was unwilling to relinquish it and would do everything in his power to prolong its life.
"As a subject, one should naturally learn both literary and martial arts, and serve the Emperor," Lu Ming smiled, glancing at Zhang Rang. "Zhang Gong, you look quite well, your breathing is steady, and your eyes are bright and alert. You'll live to be at least ninety years old."
Ninety years old is practically impossible in ancient tis. A long-lived elder held a very high status; at least at seventy, Han law stipulated that one could refuse to bow to officials.
If soone else said this, it might be considered a complint, but coming from Lu Ming, it was an absolute affirmation.
Zhang Rang was overjoyed, laughing, "Lord Lu, you're joking!"
"Zhang Gong, please just call Anmin. 'Lord' is too formal," Lu Ming laughed heartily. Was dealing with eunuchs shaful? It was as if he gained sothing by not dealing with them.
"Since that's the case, I'll gladly accept your offer." Zhang Rang gave a forced smile; the eunuch's gloom always made one uncomfortable. "I will personally arrange accommodations for Anmin later."
"Then I'll trouble you, Master Zhang." Lu Ming didn't stand on ceremony; at least he could sense that the guards here were all quite capable.
"No problem. If Anmin has ti, perhaps you could examine my adopted son, Zhang Feng. He's my only adopted son, and he's recently contracted tuberculosis. If possible, please do your best to treat him." Zhang Rang's expression was sincere; it was clear that eunuchs valued their adopted sons highly.
Even adopted sons were treated like biological sons, simply because eunuchs couldn't have children.
One was a source of longing, the other a source of hope; at least there was an heir. Even if he retired to his hotown in the future, at least soone would be there to see him off.
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