Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"It's just the general direction. If we're talking about specifics, there will definitely be many problems. We'll fill in the gaps gradually," Ronan said. This was nothing to be proud of.

At this moment, Lu Jianling felt a certain amount of admiration for Ronan. Perhaps only someone like him could make women like Falek willingly become his lovers and be at his beck and call.

Ronan stretched. "Is there anything else?"

"Actually, I wanted to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude," Lu Jianling said in a low voice.

“Sure, I’m craving mutton. Let’s go to Mongolia.” Ronan said without any hesitation.

"Mongolia?" Lu Jianling was surprised.

“Yes, Mongolia. It will be quick. I’ll fly you there. It will probably be dark by the time we get there,” Ronan said. Now that he was at the seventh rank, his mana capacity and the efficiency of his mana usage per unit had improved a lot. He could fly from Guangdong to Mongolia in three hours by himself.

"Well, okay." Lu Jianling hesitated for a moment, then agreed. After all, it was her own suggestion. How could she say it was inappropriate if someone suggested going to a certain place to eat?

Ronan summoned a floating shield, jumped onto it, and then reached out his hand.

Lu Jianling didn't let Ronan pull her up; she jumped up herself, sat down, and gripped the shield tightly with both hands.

"Hold on tight, takeoff." Before the words were even finished, Ronan had already set up his levitation shield and begun to ascend.

As it ascends, it summons more floating shields to be pieced together and combined, eventually forming a composite structure. The bottom is a flat plate made of planar shields, and the top is a bunch of shields combined into a sloping, streamlined, semi-enclosed tortoise shell.

Having risen to an altitude of over a thousand meters above the ground, Ronan began to fly rapidly northward. At this point, the two were no longer visible to the naked eye on the ground.

Ronan's shield is a transparent amber color, allowing him to look down at the earth.

Lu Jianling saw scenery he had never seen before.

Along this journey, from Guangdong to Mongolia, from south to north, passing through beautiful mountains and rivers, forests, farmlands, and lakes, the scenery came and went, and the water towns and plains were only briefly mentioned. Sometimes, one could even encounter the migrating geese in March.

For three hours, beside Ronan, Lu Jianling experienced the magnificent landscape of this country for the first time, and also walked from spring to winter.

In Guangdong in the south, spring is in full bloom, but in southern Mongolia, the cold winter has not yet dissipated. Here, the temperature is a few degrees Celsius during the day and below zero at night.

“We’re here,” Ronan said, and began to descend.

Lu Jianling didn't respond. She was still immersed in the awe of looking down at the magnificent landscape from high above and couldn't speak for a long time.

Upon landing, Ronan released his aura slightly, and soon a short, stout man with a round face and small eyes arrived. This man, who had the typical appearance of a Mongolian, was wearing an expensive mink coat, but had a Han Chinese hairstyle.

"Honorable Mr. Artes, you've finally arrived." The Mongolian man spoke with perfect Mandarin, his accent even more authentic than Luo Nan's and Lu Jianling's.

“I’m sorry, Scholar Huo, I should have arrived earlier,” Ronan replied.

Huo is the Han surname adopted by this man's family. His ancestors were sheep farmers, and they still are. The man's name is Huo Xiuru, a disciple of Bai Tianhe, at the fifth level. During the battle with another "Ronan," he didn't even have the qualifications to watch, but he was one of the participants in the subsequent encirclement and suppression of the rebels, and thus had a brief encounter with Ronan and Dinia.

Huo Xiuru slapped his thigh and lied through his teeth, "Oh, what a coincidence, we're celebrating a festival here today."

Ronan is here, so this segment is a must, even if it's not there.

Chapter 886 Mutton and Wine, the Reserved General Lu, and the Rogue Dog Ronan

Ronan didn't ask Huo Xiuru to organize the festival; there was no need. He was just there to eat.

Tell Huo Xiuru not to treat them specially, just get them a sheep, some cold dishes, and some wine, that's all, and keep the money.

With an honest and simple smile, Huo Xiuru quoted three taels of silver, took the silver from Lu Jianling, and left.

Subsequently, Ronan and Lu Jianling were led to a yurt by a woman dressed in Mongolian clothing but who did not look Mongolian at all.

Only Luo Nan and Lu Jianling remained in the yurt.

“I met him many years ago; he was the former Pacification Commissioner of Southern Mongolia,” Lu Jianling said.

In the original timeline of Ronan, the Pacification Commissioner was an official position held by a chieftain. However, in the Seris of this world, it is an official position held by a local person. It is not hereditary; whoever is capable becomes the position. It is not a "tribal leader." There are more than a dozen such Pacification Commissioners in the entire southern desert.

He's basically like a county head in an autonomous region.

"Oh, what was he like back then?" Ronan asked curiously.

“Although I’ve never had any dealings with him, I’ve heard quite a bit about him,” Lu Jianling said.

More than 20 years ago, Lu Jianling was still working in Beijing when Huo Xiuru came to Beijing for "cadre training". He was famous at the time for wearing ill-fitting Hanfu, which made him look like a monkey wearing a crown. He spoke in a simple and honest way, but also had a bit of the cunning of a barbarian. However, he would occasionally break down his defenses when people tried to manipulate his mentality, and he would show a bit of the unruly nature of a barbarian.

Many people know he's faking it. How could someone so young and already at the third level be like this?

Even knowing this, many people are still willing to befriend him, simply because he is a fun and interesting person.

He is ambitious, but his ambition is academic.

“Ha, he’s like that now too,” Ronan laughed.

A smile flashed across Lu Jianling's face, then her expression suddenly changed, and she asked, "Were you planning to bring people here to eat mutton all along?"

Huo Xiuru, that Mongol, was lying about a grudge. But he was no longer the envoy. With his abilities, there was no need for him to stay in this bitterly cold place. It seemed like Ronan had arranged it with him. But her meeting with Ronan today was a coincidence. So Lu Jianling thought that Ronan originally wanted to bring someone else here, perhaps Madam An, or perhaps someone else.

“No,” Ronan said. “I only met him once. He said his lamb was very good, and I casually mentioned that I would come and try it sometime this year.”

"He actually took those polite words seriously?" Lu Jianling asked, somewhat surprised.

"Can't we take it seriously? What if I really come? They might be able to build a relationship with me. Wouldn't it be worth waiting a year in this harsh land?" Ronan countered.

Lu Jianling chuckled twice, "You really have a thick skin."

"That's already very modest," Ronan said.

More than an hour later, the mutton, cold side dishes, and wine arrived.

The mutton is boiled in water. A large iron pot sits atop a large charcoal brazier, with chunks of mutton in the water. To make it cook faster, the chunks aren't very big, and only a little salt is added to the water, so you can enjoy the natural flavor of the mutton.

There's not much to say about the cold dish; it's just carrots, onions, and some wild vegetables that I don't recognize, all shredded and tossed with soy sauce and sesame oil.

The wine wasn't the local specialty mare's milk wine, but rather two jars of baijiu (Chinese white liquor), and two bowls of mare's milk wine, just for the two of them to try.

Lu Jianling's eyebrows twitched when he saw this. Yesterday it was mutton, and today it's still mutton. He drank too much yesterday, and he might have to drink even more today.

"Come on, let's dig in," Ronan said, pouring wine into their bowls.

The moment the liquor is poured, it has a strong aroma. You can tell from one sip that it's over 50 degrees alcohol, and this large jar weighs about three to five pounds.

Eat meat with big mouthfuls and drink wine with big bowls.

Over drinks and food, Ronan and Lu Jianling reminisced about their past experiences.

Although they are physically young people in their twenties, they are actually middle-aged people with several children. Ronan is over fifty and Lu Jianling is also approaching fifty.

As they talked, the conversation turned to their children, and in just one sentence, it was incredibly distressing.

More than an hour later, the mutton and the wine were finished. Ronan, who had been tested by alcohol, was only slightly tipsy, while Lu Jianling was already a bit dizzy. He downed bowl after bowl of strong liquor in one go each time, so he was not someone to be trifled with.

Soon after, the visitors removed the pots, pans, and dishes, and cleaned up the bones and leftovers. Once again, only Ronan and Lu Jianling remained in the yurt.

It took Lu Jianling a while to take off his black cloth boots, put them aside, casually covered himself with a blanket, and then fell asleep immediately.

At this moment, Lu Jianling was lying on her side, with the blanket only covering her upper body. Her bent knees and legs were exposed, and a section of her calf and foot was visible under her skirt, with the soles of her feet facing outwards.

Flesh-colored stockings.

The flesh-colored stockings, with a slightly oily, pearlescent sheen, perfectly complemented her mature and reserved demeanor, but the subtle sheen added a touch of alluring contrast.

Lu Jianling has long Achilles tendons, so her calves appear very slender. As someone who is so tall, her feet are naturally very long. Although her feet are large, they appear thin and long. The stockings on the balls of her feet are stretched to a translucent sheen, revealing every detail of her toes.

Ronan's thing was already swelling uncontrollably and stood erect.

"General Lu, General Lu?" Ronan called softly twice, but Lu Jianling did not respond at all.

Ronan walked over quietly, reached out, and ran his right index finger across her back. There was no reaction. He continued running his finger along the curves of her body, from her shoulder to her waist, from her waist to her thighs, and finally down to her stockinged feet, but there was still no reaction.

Ronan smiled. He knew that Lu Jianling was a little drunk, but not so drunk that she was unconscious. She wasn't asleep either; she was just pretending to be asleep.

Pretending to be asleep is actually tacit consent.

But Ronan wasn't going to let it go. He reached out and, through the blanket and skirt, slapped her hard on the buttocks.

Lu Jianling instinctively flinched, but gritted her teeth and continued to pretend to be asleep.

She wasn't stupid. After all this time, she knew Ronan's feelings and accepted them. She was just a widow, and Ronan had done her a great favor. More importantly, Ronan was indeed a good person. Apart from being a foreigner, he was good in every way.

In short, there was nothing she couldn't do, but her inner conservatism and modesty made it impossible for her to accept all of this after she had sobered up, so she had to pretend to be drunk and asleep.

Just let it go in this "unconscious" state, and tomorrow morning, accept the facts naturally. That will be just fine.

“Lu Jianling, stop pretending. I know you’re still awake,” Ronan said.

Lu Jianling remained resolute in not responding and insisted on pretending to be asleep.

“If you feel I’ve done you a favor and that’s why you’re willing, then forget it. I, Ronan, am not one to take advantage of kindness, but I’m certainly not one to do so,” Ronan said. “If that’s what you think, then go back tomorrow and say goodbye.”

Lu Jianling turned around and sat up abruptly. "No, I didn't, I didn't." She was such a strong-willed person that she couldn't stand being misunderstood. She absolutely did not consider Ronan to be someone who was taking advantage of her kindness.

Ronan burst out laughing.

When Lu Jianling saw Luo Nan's slightly smug smile, she immediately understood that Luo Nan hadn't misunderstood at all; he was deliberately provoking her. She couldn't help but frown and say, "You, how can you be so shameless?"

“There are even more shameless ones.”

Chapter 887 Farewell, Foreplay, Long Legs in Stockings

Ronan, who was 180cm tall, pounced on Lu Jianling, who was 196cm tall.

Like a teenager just entering puberty, his sexual desires running rampant, encountering a tall, long-legged, big-breasted, mature older sister for the first time, he was impulsive and clumsy, hugging her and kissing her, grabbing her, rubbing his legs together, arching his back, and thrusting his penis against her.

Hugging someone bigger than himself was a completely new experience for Ronan.

After a while, Lu Jianling was breathing heavily from being kissed, her hands seemed to have nowhere to go, and her long legs, which were over 1.2 meters long, were also moving around. After a while, she finally couldn't help but push Ronan a little. Only then did Ronan reluctantly raise his head and look at Lu Jianling, whose hair was a little messy.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked.

"Don't kiss me like that, it's too intense," Lu Jianling said. Ronan's tongue kept going into her mouth, and she was very uncomfortable, even having trouble breathing.

Ronan found it somewhat amusing, "Haven't you ever kissed before?"

“How could I not have kissed someone? I have three children.” Lu Jianling immediately retorted indignantly.

In fact, she didn't. In fact, except for their wedding night, she and her husband always used the same position for the years that followed.

Ronan lowered his head and blew on Lu Jianling's ear, causing Lu Jianling to tremble. This reaction made Ronan smile. He then lowered his head, gently kissed her cheek, and began to kiss and lick her neck.

Lu Jianling, slightly aroused by the kiss, almost instinctively reached out to hug Ronan, but as soon as she raised her hand, it was as if an alarm had been triggered, and she immediately dropped her hand, gripping the blanket on the ground tightly.

A moment later, just when Lu Jianling thought Ronan was about to undress her, Ronan suddenly stepped back a large distance, then lifted her long skirt and crawled inside. She was so frightened that she squeezed her thighs and knees together to block Ronan's head, covering her skirt with her hands, "What are you doing?"

“Let me lick you there. Don’t you and your husband ever do foreplay?” Ronan retorted.

Lu Jianling didn't know how to answer for a moment. After a pause, she muttered, "What kind of man licks a woman's private parts?"

“I’ve licked them all,” Ronan said.

Lu Jianling was startled. She knew that some of the women in Ronan's group were just his servants. Just as she was thinking this, Ronan grabbed her knees with both hands, preparing to pry her legs apart. Lu Jianling quickly said, "No, it's dirty there."

“It’s alright,” Ronan said. “Try it, it’s very comfortable.”

Unable to resist Ronan, Lu Jianling closed her eyes and stopped using her legs. Ronan then spread her legs apart and lifted her skirt.

With that one glance, Ronan's blood rushed to his head, for Lu Jianling was wearing open-crotch pantyhose and a pair of lace-up underwear made of semi-transparent ivory-white silk.

Her plump, tightly closed labia were shrouded in a thin veil, with a thick tuft of dark, glossy pubic hair.

The surge of explosive lust momentarily stunned Ronan, causing his mind to shut down.

After a moment of stunned silence, Ronan pulled down his underwear and plunged inside.

The instant Ronan's tongue touched his lips, Lu Jianling clamped Ronan's head between her thighs and pressed her hands on his head. Then, Ronan's tongue slid and grazed his clitoris, causing Lu Jianling to shudder again. She clenched her teeth and held Ronan's head tightly with her large hands.

After a period of gentle licking, Ronan began to suck and lick intensely, his nimble tongue even venturing inside, scraping and hooking back and forth.

Lu Jianling felt extremely uncomfortable, like when he had caught a cold and had a high fever as a child. His whole body was burning hot, but there was also an indescribable feeling of comfort, a comfort he had never experienced before.

Her lower abdomen seemed to contain a reservoir, a reservoir that hadn't been opened for decades. Under Ronan's assault, the water in the reservoir was gradually boiling, and the reservoir's gates were slowly decaying.

Finally, the heat could no longer be contained, bursting through the sluice gates and flooding the cracked riverbed that had been dry for decades, turning it into a muddy mess.

Ronan, who was sucking and licking, suddenly swallowed a large mouthful of semen.

Ronan could no longer restrain himself. He stood up and quickly stripped naked. At the same time, feeling as if he had urinated, Lu Jianling, feeling extremely embarrassed, opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the huge penis right in front of her.

She was immediately terrified, her heart pounding wildly.

Ronan's thing wasn't just much longer and thicker than her late husband's, like a donkey's penis. Her husband's was parallel to the ground when erect, while Ronan's was upright, almost touching her abs, with its head pointing upwards, as if there was a bone inside.

He pounced on Lu Jianling again. If Ronan still had any sense, he would have used his glans to tease Lu Jianling's wet lips, then unbuttoned her clothes, kneaded her breasts, and played with her nipples to completely arouse her desire. But Ronan had lost his senses at this moment and just thrust in.

The head went in smoothly, but then it got stuck. The inside of Lu Jianling was soft and elastic at first, but it became incredibly tight as you went further in. Moreover, the folds inside her were like the opening of a screw made of flesh. Even though it was wet, it was difficult to go in. Every little bit of it went in was a stimulating experience.

As Lu Jianling was penetrated, she could no longer control herself. Her hands gripped Ronan's back muscles tightly, her breasts round and full, yet with defined muscle lines. Her thighs clamped tightly around Ronan's strong waist, her lips almost bleeding from being bitten. She didn't want to moan, but she kept making muffled nasal sounds.

Ronan advanced little by little, and just as he was about to fully penetrate, he finally reached the cervix.