Hong Fu Nu

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Chapter One:
Hong Fu's original surname was Zhang, and her given name was Chu Chen. She was from the Wu-Yue region, born into a family of Pu Liu. In her childhood, because her parents were devout Taoist immortals, they entrusted her to a Taoist master surnamed Xu.
Upon seeing Chu Chen, the master said, "This girl, I won't teach her any Laozi classics or Taoist doctrines. I will only impart to her a wondrous art of discerning talent and character!"
As Chu Chen grew up, she became intelligent, beautiful, and radiant. In her dignified and composed demeanor, she possessed a unique, otherworldly elegance.
One day, the master gifted Chu Chen a fiery red whisk, saying, "My grotto-heaven can no longer contain you. This whisk is a gift from your master. In the future, when encountering trouble, lightly wave the red whisk, and you will surely understand my teachings."
From then on, Chu Chen received the nickname "Hong Fu" (Red Whisker). When she bid farewell to her master and returned to her hometown, her parents had already passed away. At this time, Hong Fu was only sixteen years old.
Destitute and adrift, Hong Fu was sent by the government to the imperial harem of the Chen Dynasty to serve as a maid to a concubine. Later, Emperor Wen of Sui bestowed her upon Yang Su, the Duke of Yue, to be a courtesan in his household.
However, among the hundred female officials, Yang Su was particularly drawn to the beautiful and graceful Hong Fu. He chatted with her privately and found her quick-witted, articulate, and even knowledgeable about the political situation. Yang Su praised her as a truly talented and beautiful woman, captivating him, and thus formally took her as a concubine.
On the auspicious day, Hong Fu wore a fresh flower in her hair, a fitted, front-opening dress, and a moon-shaped skirt. Her makeup was light and subtle, yet she appeared even more elegant and ethereal, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns. Yang Su was all smiles all day long, unable to hide his joy as he greeted and saw off guests, boasting endlessly, as if he had become much younger.
After the banquet ended and the guests and hosts had enjoyed themselves to the fullest, it was nearly midnight. The maids and servants helped the slightly tipsy newlyweds, young and old, into their bridal chamber before withdrawing. Yang Su saw the charmingly drunk Hong Fu, whose willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and crimson lips, her face like a peach blossom, illuminated by the red candlelight—
a sight that could make one intoxicated again. Yang Su gently helped Hong Fu undress for bed. Hong Fu, though shy, was without timidity and naturally helped her husband undress as well. Looking at Hong Fu's jade-like body lying there, her hair fully exposed, a sculpted form, Yang Su's hand, which he wanted to touch, trembled slightly, a hint of trepidation in his gaze.
Yang Su lovingly stroked Hong Fu's cheek, causing her to tremble slightly, her cheeks flushing even more. Hong Fu's eyes were half-open, her lips slightly parted, a mixture of nervousness, joy, and happiness making her heart pound, causing the buds on her breasts to tremble. Yang Su's slightly rough palms caressed her soft, delicate, and flawless skin, making Hong Fu feel a tingling, slightly rough, and prickly sensation. Hong Fu seemed to hear her own heart groaning.
Yang Su gently moved Hong Fu's hands away from her chest, softly stroking the base of her breasts, his palms brushing over the nipples, plunging Hong Fu's already intoxicated thoughts into a blissful dizziness. The tingling, itchy sensation shot from her chest to the top of her head and down to her lower abdomen. Hong Fu felt as if a fire was burning in her lower abdomen, the heat slowly spreading, causing beads of sweat to appear on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
Yang Su's caresses expanded, his fingertips sometimes lightly touching the edges of the downy hair on Hong Fu's mons pubis. The inexperienced Hong Fu felt a surge of excitement, a strange stimulation that made her involuntarily twist and rub her legs together.
Yang Su's gaze fell on Hong Fu's pair of snow-white, tender legs, carefully observing the exquisite sight between her legs. He saw that her pubic hair was thick and curly, extending from her mons pubis down to cover her labia; in the middle of her thick labia, a thin slit of flesh held a tender red clitoris.
Yang Su used his fingers to part Hong Fu's labia, revealing a peach-pink flesh inside, the membrane still glistening with sticky moisture. Hong Fu blushed with shyness, her moans like the soft song of a nightingale. Yang Su's fingers then gently slid into the slit of Hong Fu's vulva, slipping into her vagina along the slippery surface, feeling its tightness, smoothness, and warmth. Yang Su felt his blood boil, a surge of heat rushing down to his body, causing his already swollen penis to throb a few more times, seemingly swelling even more.
"Ah, it hurts!" When Yang Su's finger entered the entrance of her vagina, the slight stinging pain made Hong Fu moan softly, but then she felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and her jade buttocks swayed slightly. Yang Su inserted his finger a little deeper, only to find it tight and compact, with no room to maneuver. By the time he had inserted just one finger, Hong Fu was already trembling with pain. Yang Su pulled his finger out and saw that it was wet and glistening.
At this moment, Yang Su was already itching unbearably, and he quickly rolled over and pressed down on Hong Fu. His penis aimed at the entrance of her vagina, and with a forceful push, he had only just inserted the head of his penis when Hong Fu recoiled and cried out, "It hurts!... Gently... Gently... Ooh..."
Tears were already streaming down Hong Fu's face.
Yang Su, however, was unable to quell his lust. Waves of intense pleasure surged from his glans, and he couldn't resist pushing in a little more. Hong Fu felt an excruciating pain from this insertion, crying out several times and breaking out in a cold sweat.
Only then did Yang Su feel pity, thinking, "Hong Fu's vagina is narrow; I can't rush in..." He said, "Spread your legs a little wider, relax, it won't hurt!" Then Yang Su slowly moved his penis in and out. Hong Fu indeed felt little pain, and Yang Su didn't insert his penis all the way in, only about two inches in and out slowly.
Yang Su thrust in and out like this dozens of times, causing Hong Fu's whole body to go numb, her saliva to increase dramatically, and not only did the stinging pain gradually subside, but she also felt an intense tingling sensation. Hong Fu felt her narrow vagina was completely filled; the hot, throbbing penis seemed to be searing the vaginal walls, making her feel numb and itchy, her limbs weak, while her uterus stirred restlessly, waves of heat surging forth like a stampede of horses.
Yang Su's thrusts brought forth a trickle of vaginal fluid, which, with the aid of lubrication, penetrated deeper and deeper, the friction becoming increasingly pleasurable. He couldn't help but thrust forcefully, inserting his five-inch-long penis fully into Hong Fu's vagina. "Oh..." Hong Fu bit her lower lip, trembling all over, feeling a swelling in her lower abdomen, a swelling that was also comfortable and wonderfully pleasurable. Although there was still a slight pain, it was no match for the rising tide of lust, and she twisted her waist in response.
Although Yang Su was over fifty, he was a military general, invincible on the battlefield, and still strong and healthy; mere sexual matters were no challenge for him. As Hong Fu reached her peak, Yang Su thrust even more vigorously, as if charging into battle. It seemed he wouldn't be able to give in anytime soon.
Hong Fu, however, was tormented by the sensations, her moans a mixture of sobs and joy, growing louder with each rapid breath, until finally they were almost hoarse cries. Hong Fu's waves of orgasm caused the contractions and peristalsis of her vaginal walls to become increasingly powerful and pronounced, until they were practically sucking and chewing on Yang Su's penis.
Yang Su felt a tingling numbness in his lower back and scrotum; his penis throbbing and swelling. Knowing his semen was about to ejaculate, he held Hong Fu tightly, pressing his lower body against hers, changing his thrusting motion to a grinding motion, and then streams of hot semen gushed out.
Hong Fu's uterus was scalded by the semen, and she felt a complete sense of comfort, her mind blank, before she fainted.
Time flowed by, and Yang Su grew old. One day, the osmanthus blossoms in the west hall were in full bloom. Lord Yue hosted a banquet for his staff, with his concubines lined up behind him. During the banquet, many flattering words were spoken, but only Li Xuansui said, "Lord Yue is of high rank and noble birth, his fame resounds throughout the land. What he lacks is only one elixir from Laozi."
Yang Su understood his meaning, knowing that his favor with the emperor would likely not last long. Yang Su pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and
said, "I think the elixir from Laozi is unnecessary. Matters of the inner court will be handled in due course." The next day, Yang Su sat in the inner courtyard, opening the inner and outer screens wide, gathering his concubines, and said, "I think you have served here for so long, I fear it may have wasted your youth. Today, any concubine who wishes to leave and choose a husband, stand on the left; those who do not wish to leave, stand on the right." Upon hearing this, everyone reacted like birds released from a cage. Hundreds of women shuffled to the left; dozens huddled together on the right.
At this moment, two women stood behind Yang Su. Yue Gong turned to look and saw that one was Princess Lechang, holding a sword (Princess Lechang was the sister of Chen Shubao, the last emperor of the Southern Chen dynasty, and was captured by the Sui army, becoming a concubine of Sui general Yang Su. This will be discussed later!), and the other was Hong Fu, holding a whisk. Yang Su sighed and said, "You two should also step forward! Whether to the left or the right, you should find a place."
Princess Lechang only wept silently, while Hong Fu spoke up, "Your Excellency's great favor and unprecedented ceremony allow us concubines to choose our spouses to spend our lives with; this is a rare and joyous occasion. However, I have heard the ancients say, 'The deepest favor is the greatest home.'
Moreover, I have no home, and I see no relatives in the world. I will neither stand to the left nor the right; I feel that standing behind Your Excellency is the best place."
Upon hearing this, Yang Su laughed heartily and nodded in approval. Then, Yang Su instructed the head steward to open the inner gate, allowing the young ladies standing on the left to do as they pleased. They bowed gratefully and left, weeping.
At this moment, Yang Su felt incredibly relaxed and at ease. From then on, he naturally showered all his affection on Hong Fu and Princess Lechang. However, they did not stay long in the Yang residence, each finding their own final resting place in their own way.
Yang Su was an avid Go player. During his military career, he would still seek an opponent in his tent for a few games. Since dismissing his concubines, he often had Hong Fu accompany him in playing Go.
That day, the morning sun shone into the Luohong Pavilion. In the spacious listening hall, Yang Su was playing Go with Hong Fu.
"Master, you've lost to me by five stones again this time. You seem unsettled lately. Will you come again?" Hong Fu asked, her deep, pool-like eyes gazing at her master. Hong Fu looked no more than twenty, with a graceful and charming figure.
Yang Suqian chuckled a few times: "Again, again! I haven't played chess with you for a few days, yet you've improved quite a bit. Could it be that a master has
been giving you some pointers?" "Which master could possibly defeat a master like you? But..." Hongfu continued, "If we're talking about improvement, then we have to thank you, sir!"
"When have I ever taught you?" Yang Suqian asked, puzzled.
"Please look, sir!" Hongfu took out a yellowed book from behind her back, the cover of which read "Essentials of Chess Rules," and said, "I found it in your library."
"I see, this is a rare copy I made many years ago!"
"Sir, I'll play one more game, but if I can win three in a row, how will you reward me?" Hongfu tilted her head, her hand holding the chess piece without moving, her simple-mindedness already making Yang Suqian a little smitten.
Yang Su vaguely knew what Hong Fu wanted, so he replied, "Just tell me!"
Hong Fu said, "It's what I asked for from you the other day..."
Just as Yang Su expected! Before Hong Fu could finish speaking, Yang Su interrupted, "...Is it the original copy of 'The Art of War' annotated by Emperor Wu of Wei?...What use is it to a woman?"
"It's useful!" Hong Fu said firmly.
"Alright, let's do as you say! Come, let's set up the chessboard!"
The two were engrossed in their game of chess, unaware that the sun was high in the sky, and Yang Su had already lost two games in a row. Suddenly, a servant announced, "Master, a guest has arrived! It is Lord Xue, the Prefect of Bozhou."
"Ah! Lord Xue, please see him, please see him! Please come to the Luohong Pavilion!"
Xue Daohang, the Governor of Xiangzhou and Prefect of Bozhou, was not as high-ranking as Yang Su, but in terms of talent, he was the most renowned poet of the time. His famous lines from "Xi Xi Yan," "Spider webs hang from the dark window, swallows' mud falls from the empty beam," were sung by the courtesans of the Yang family. Yang Su also enjoyed exchanging poetic ideas with him, and his frontier poems were all influenced by him.
Xue Daoheng arrived at Luohong Pavilion, where Yang Su was already waiting at the door: "Brother Xuanqing, you must have come from the Eastern Capital! I suppose the matter of submitting the petition will not yield any results?"
After sitting down, Xue Daoheng saw the chessboard on the table and teased, "Lord Yue actually has the leisure to play chess like this. Have you not heard Tao Kan say, 'Gentlemen, you are all national treasures, why do you do this?'"
Yang Su sighed, "I am old and feeble, how can I talk about national treasures? I just spend my days idly, enjoying my old age!"
Hong Fu interjected from the side, "Lord Xue, do you not know that although chess is a small game, its meaning is quite profound!"
Xue Daoheng had always liked the woman beside Yang Su. The Yang family had many concubines and beauties, but this woman was different. She spoke softly and gently, with the ending of her voice carrying a Wu dialect accent, like a delicate Jiangnan woman, yet her words carried the boldness of a man. Hearing Hong Fu interject, his interest was piqued again, and he hurriedly asked, "Miss Hong Fu, I'd like to hear your insightful opinion on the profound meaning of chess today!"
Hong Fu flicked her whisk and began to speak eloquently, "Lord Xue! I have no profound opinion whatsoever. I merely learned from books that Ban Gu had a theory on the principles of chess, and Ma Rong wrote a poem on Go; Fei Yi, in the midst of a game, commanded with unwavering composure, repelling the Wei army; Xie An grasped the subtleties of chess and thus defeated the Qin army. Isn't this a case of chess, though seemingly a small game, possessing profound significance?"
"Haha! Well said, well said!" Yang Su couldn't help but clap his hands in praise after hearing this. Xue Daoheng, on a sudden impulse, continued, "Miss Hongfu's words are quite insightful. I would like to ask another question, please forgive my abruptness."
"Please speak, sir." "
Miss Hongfu, I enjoy composing poetry and am quite perceptive in observing things. I have often seen that red duster, which I hold in my hand from morning till night, and which is neither Buddhist nor immortal, neither Confucian nor Taoist. I wonder what the story behind it is?" "
This... Hongfu?" Hongfu stammered, unable to speak. Yang Su nodded repeatedly, as this was something he had always found puzzling. He said, "I also want to know the secret!"
Hong Fu pondered for a moment, then said loudly, "Are you asking me about Hong Fu? I carry it with me everywhere. I simply use it to wipe away smoke, dust, swatter mayflies, and scatter willow catkins; to sweep the courtyard to brighten the windows and tables, and to clean the curtains to peek at the stars! It can also dispel idle worries, wash away old grudges, soothe the mind, and harmonize one's temperament. There's nothing mysterious or difficult about it."
"Oh my! Hong Fu? This silver tongue of yours is getting more and more mysterious!" Yang Su laughed heartily.
At this moment, Hong Fu changed the subject, saying, "Lord Xue, what new works have you brought this time, and what have you seen and heard in the Eastern Capital?"
Xue Daoheng replied, "I have seen and heard quite a lot. Last time, I submitted a memorial in Luoyang and waited anxiously for over a month, but the Emperor was too busy to attend court. I was detained at the residence of Xu Shanxin, the Minister of Rites, during the Lantern Festival. There, I had a great eye-opening experience and witnessed a strange event in the human world."
"Lord Xue, please tell me quickly!" Hong Fu asked eagerly.
"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Emperor ordered a grand display of various performances, banquets, and dances on Tianjin Street in Luoyang. The imperial city's dozen or so main streets and 130 neighborhoods were adorned with colorful brocades and torches, illuminating the ground and sky until dawn. The sounds of firecrackers and other fireworks could be heard for miles around, and the embers of the fireworks from the streets and neighborhoods piled up like towers. I toured the imperial city and saw performances of ball-jumping dances, whirling dances, masked dances, and sword dances on the eastern street, along with performances from Yandong, Qingdong, Xiliangdong, and Gaochangdong, all accompanied by lively singing and dancing; on the southern street, there were performances of carrying tripods, swallowing knives, and walking on fire." The performances included various acrobatic and magical acts, as well as the Five Animal Frolics and the Hundred Beasts Frolics, all accompanied by music and drumming, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere. It is said that on that night, more than 18,000 people played instruments. The entire Eastern Capital Imperial City was transformed into a stage, and the marketplace became a stage for singing and dancing.
Xue Daoheng sighed and continued, "The Emperor spends so much money, just to show off to foreign tribes the wealth, prosperity, and flourishing of our dynasty!"
Hearing this, Yang Su felt very unhappy. The Emperor had ordered him to guard the Western Capital, but the court was holding a grand celebration in the Eastern Capital Imperial Palace and Gardens without summoning him, leaving him out in the cold. Yang Su grew increasingly angry, but an idea suddenly came to mind. He said, "Brother Xuanqing, on the night of the Lantern Festival, His Majesty held a grand performance of various plays in Luoyang, sharing the joy with the people. This has neglected the capital, Xijing. Tomorrow I will petition His Majesty to hold a street performance in Xijing for the Mid-Autumn Festival, so that the whole city can rejoice together and show the prosperity of our dynasty. You must write a poem then! Haha...!"
Xue Daoheng shook his head repeatedly, saying hastily, "Lord Yang! No, no! I'm afraid it would be presumptuous."
"It's alright, it's alright!" Yang Su said confidently. From that day on, the Yang residence was filled with music and singing, day and night. Yang Su rarely received guests, saying that rehearsals were important, and he had Hong Fu accompany him every day to look around and investigate. This caused trouble for someone who was seeking an audience outside the gate.
This person was none other than Li Jing, who would later become a famous general who would shake the world and establish the early Tang Dynasty. His original name was Yaoshi, and he was from Sanyuan, Yongzhou. Born into an official family, he loved reading military books from a young age. By the time he reached adulthood, he was already skilled in both literature and military strategy. Moreover, he was tall, handsome, and incredibly strong. Unfortunately, his uncle Han Qinhu died when he was young, and for more than ten years, Li Jing had no one to support him. He only served as the assistant prefect of the remote Mayi County. Although he submitted ten memorials to the emperor to seek advancement, they were all in vain. After much deliberation, he decided to seek an audience with Duke Yang Su of Yue to express his aspirations.
That day, Li Jing, carrying his memorial, went straight to the Yang residence. The gatekeepers, seeing he was a commoner, ignored him for a long time.
Later, Li Jing had a sudden inspiration and entrusted his request for an audience with the Azure Dragon Sword. It wasn't until noon that he was finally allowed entry into the grand courtyard.
Upon entering the hall, Li Jing found Yang Su dressed in ordinary clothes, sitting arrogantly in a chair, eyes closed, resting. Two beautiful women were kneeling and massaging his legs, and some kind of incense was burning on the table, its fragrance alluring.
After Li Jing paid his respects, Yang Yuegong seemed not to move an inch. After a long while, he finally uttered a sentence through his nose: "Is this the nephew of my old friend Han Zhuguo? I remember you. You've come all the way from Mayi County, haven't you? Stay at my residence for a few days. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll invite you to enjoy the lantern festival on Chang'an Street..."
"My lord, I have important matters to discuss with you."
"If it's urgent, let's talk after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Upon hearing this, Li Jing was very anxious and hurriedly handed over a memorial, saying, "I have a military strategy document. Please take a look, my lord."
"Miss Hongfu, please accept the document for me." After Yang Su finished speaking, a beautiful woman gracefully took the military strategy document. She didn't speak, but her expressive eyes were fixed on Li Jing.
However, Li Jing had no interest in peeking at the beauty. He changed the subject, saying, "I have another word to say to Your Excellency."
"Speak!"
"When I requested an audience at the gate, I saw many virtuous men being turned away. Today, the world is in chaos, and heroes are rising up. Your Excellency, as a high-ranking official of the imperial family, with power over the land and virtue shining throughout the world, should focus on gathering heroes and should not refuse to see guests."
Upon hearing this, Yang Su's nonchalant attitude vanished, and he said with a slight apology, "That is very true." "
I would like to say a few more words."
"Please speak!" Yang Su unconsciously added the word "please."
"My lord, do you know that although our dynasty is wealthy, with granaries like Taicang, Hanjia, Yongfeng, and Taiyuan storing millions of bushels of grain and mountains of cloth, His Majesty's extravagant construction projects have exhausted the people and resources, and his relentless military campaigns have left the people impoverished, bones strewn across the fields, able-bodied men decimated, and farmland barren? Meanwhile, those rebellious officials and traitors have gathered in the mountains, rallying their followers, harboring ambitions of rebellion and plotting against the world. The people yearn for peace, for a chance to recuperate and live in harmony. They earnestly hope that someone will urge His Majesty to cease military campaigns and restore order to the nation. We hope that only one person can undertake this task."
"Who?"
"That is none other than you, my lord, who, with your unrewarded achievements and overwhelming power, dare to challenge His Majesty!"
"Haha, haha! How delightful! It's been a long time since I've heard such eloquent words." At this moment, Yang Su's face lit up with joy, his countenance radiant. He burst into laughter, then coughed, tears streaming down his face. He slumped onto the couch, shook his head, waved his hand, and said, "Prepare a banquet! I have met a kindred spirit today, and I wish to drink fine wine with you, young master, and share a cup of parrot wine, until we are thoroughly drunk. Musicians, begin to play my newly composed 'Song of Longing for You.' Hong Fu, holding Ban Ji's fan, will..." "I'll dance a little dance, 'The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water,' so that Young Master Li may also appreciate your graceful figure. Haha…!"
Then, bells and drums resounded, jade bowls and delicacies were laid out, and surrounded by servants and concubines, Yang Su drank heartily, reciting poems and singing songs, rambling on and on. He eventually became completely drunk, collapsing into the arms of the stunningly beautiful woman who had been attending him, and fell fast asleep, ignoring Li Jing completely. Li Jing had no choice but to return to the inn, dejected.
From the moment Li Jing entered, Hong Fu's shrewd eyes never left him. Until Li Jing left in disappointment, a resolute glint flashed in Hong Fu's eyes, and she made a momentous decision.
Chapter Two:
The inn was desolate, the lamp flickered, and the quilt was cold. Li Jing couldn't sleep. Master Yang Su's behavior was like a riddle, leaving him bewildered and unable to understand. A few mournful cries of wild geese came from outside the window; it must be past midnight.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door: "Young Master Li, Young Master Li!"
Li Jing hurriedly got up and opened the door. He looked closely and saw a young man in a tall hat and wide belt, dressed in a purple robe and black shawl, slipping into the room. Li Jing looked at his fair and handsome face, feeling a sense of familiarity, yet unable to recall where he had seen him before. He asked hesitantly, "Who are you...?"
"I am from the Yue Duke's mansion... Don't you recognize me, Young Master?" His voice was clear and bright like a silver bell.
"Did Master Yang send you? Could it be that he..."
"No! I came on my own." With that, he removed his hat and belt, took off his purple robe, revealing a high bun and a flowing skirt. A captivatingly beautiful woman appeared before him. Li Jing's heart pounded. Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared before his eyes, and the woman flicked up a red whisk hidden beside her, saying, "Young master, do you remember me now? I am Hong Fu."
"Yes... Miss Hong Fu." Li Jing then recalled that during their conversation at the Yang residence earlier that day, this woman holding a red whisk had been staring at him intently. Her dance, "The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water," was graceful and elegant. Her long sleeves fluttered, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she was captivatingly charming... but at the time, he was preoccupied with his own anxieties and had not paid her any attention.
Li Jing asked in surprise, "Miss, why have you come here so late at night?" Hong Fu's
face flushed with a hint of shyness, and she softly replied, "I have seen many people in the world, but none can compare to you, young master. My dreams are not solitary; I wish to rely on you, so I have come to seek you out. I hope you will not abandon me."
Li Jing looked at the woman standing gracefully before him, so beautiful that she seemed to illuminate the entire room. Overjoyed, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't contain himself. He grasped Hongfu's slender hand and said emotionally, "How could you find this humble inn in the dead of night? You must be cold. Let me make you a bowl of soup..."
"No need, sir!" Hongfu sat down gracefully, gazing at Li Jing with tender eyes as deep as pools.
Li Jing, still excited, suddenly thought, "This woman is a complete stranger, we've only met once, yet she eloped here. Could she be a frivolous, reckless, and seductive woman? But I've come to the capital for matters of state; how can I indulge in romantic pleasures? Besides, this woman is Yang Gong's favorite courtesan. If I steal his love, how will I face him again? How can I justify my impassioned speech this morning?"
So, Li Jing calmed down, got up, poured a cup of tea for Hongfu, and said, "I was originally a minor official, now wandering the world, my life filled with the dust of the world ..." "Zero, like a mayfly drifting in the air, has nowhere to rest. I fear I have failed your kindness, young lady. You should return to the Yang family!"
Hong Fu, who was staring intently at Li Jing, seemed to have already seen through his thoughts and immediately interrupted him, saying, "The Yang family mansion is a grand mansion, with luxurious clothes and sumptuous food, like a palace, but Hong Fu does not love it. Today, Hong Fu has come to you, young master, not only for her own life, but also for your future, and even more so for the sake of the country. It is not a momentary impulse, and I hope you can understand my sincerity."
Li Jing was astonished by these words, as if struck by lightning, and waited for her to finish. Hong Fu took a sip of tea and slowly said, "Today, young master, you advised Lord Yue in the Yang family to invigorate his spirit, help those in distress, and rectify the government. Your words were eloquent and reasonable, but you only know the surface of Lord Yang, not his true nature."
"What do you mean?"
"On the surface, Duke Yang Yue is a high-ranking official of the state, his achievements are unparalleled, and his power is immense; he should have the strength to turn the tide. But in reality, the current emperor is increasingly suspicious of his meritorious officials and is gradually distancing himself from them. Duke Yue has long since lost favor. The emperor entrusted Duke Yue with the defense of Xijing and moved to Luoyang to escape his control. In his resentment, Duke Yue has followed the emperor's example, indulging in extravagance and pleasure, seeking solace in a life of debauchery. Although he was a hero for a time, he is now a mere corpse, his life hanging by a thread. Perhaps one day, the empire will collapse, and none will remain unscathed. Those with ambition who follow him will only sink like pearls into the sea, their swords worn out in Yanshan. Although Hong Fu is just an ordinary woman, she must think about her future; you, sir, should be even more discerning!"
"I see!" Li Jing suddenly understood.
Hong Fu then asked, "Since Lord Yang Yue is unreliable, what are your plans, young master?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jing was somewhat bewildered. He was stranded in the capital, caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do, and thus fell silent. As Li Jing pondered, Hong Fu said, "Perhaps, you could go to Jiangdu, present yourself as a descendant of a noble family to the Emperor, and request that he lead the campaign against Liaodong to establish merit and advance your career. This is a feasible plan, but it would go against the will of the people."
Hong Fu became increasingly agitated as she spoke: "The current Emperor is incompetent and tyrannical, causing disunity among the people and a desire for change. His calamity is likely near. If you were to go to Liaodong, you would only be aiding and abetting evil, which is absolutely unacceptable."
Li Jing nodded and said, "I also absolutely do not wish to use the trampling of lives as a stepping stone to advancement. So, what do you think I should do?"
Hong Fu said, "The benevolent should relieve the people's suffering and save their lives; the wise should know that the tyrant is gone and new life is rising. If you wish to undertake a great and lasting undertaking and restore order to the world, I have three strategies to offer you: superior, middle, and inferior."
Li Jing listened intently and asked urgently, "Tell me quickly!"
"Young Master could move to the Yang residence. Firstly, this would allow you to express your true feelings to Lord Yue, and secondly, it would allow you to mobilize some of Lord Yue's close friends and family to persuade him to rebel against Xijing, leveraging his remaining influence to carry out your grand plan. However, this would take time, and Lord Yue is already old and frail, likely nearing his end. Therefore, this is the worst option."
"Then what about the middle option?"
Hong Fu asked in a low voice, "Does Young Master know anyone who can take Lord Yue's place in this endeavor?"
"Who is this person?"
"Lord Yue's son, currently the Minister of Rites."
"Yang Xuangan?" Li Jing asked in surprise.
"Indeed, Yang Xuangan has long been dissatisfied with the current court, and he is currently amassing military power in Liyang. Many sons of powerful and noble families are secretly flocking to him, such as Yang Gongdao, son of Prince Guan Yang Xiong; Lai Yuan, son of Lai Hu'er; Fei Shuang, son of Fei Yun…
and even Han Shi, son of your uncle, the Grand General Han Qinhu, wants to cooperate with him!"
At this moment, Li Jing impatiently interrupted Hong Fu, saying, "Miss Hong Fu, how do you know these things?"
"Young Master, do you know my position in the Yang family? Lord Yang keeps countless concubines, but he only bestows his utmost favor upon me and Princess Lechang, regarding them as his confidants. He doesn't hide anything from me."
"I see."
"In the Yang family, I observed that the Minister Yang Xuangan is handsome, capable, and exceptionally intelligent, possessing considerable strategic acumen. However, he is insecure, impetuous, and eager for quick success; his demeanor is not even half that of Lord Yue. He is probably not capable of conquering the world. If you join him, you only have a 50% chance of success. Therefore, this is a mediocre strategy."
"The best strategy?" Li Jing listened intently.
Hong Fu paused here, then asked instead, "Today, heroes are eager for talent. You, sir, are from a military family, a man of exceptional ability. Is there no one who can offer you a good strategy?"
Li Jing remained silent. At this moment, Hong Fu leaned closer to Li Jing and said mysteriously, "In the Yang residence, I often heard Lord Yue discussing with others that Li Yuan and his son are extraordinary men, their demeanor resembling that of Emperor Gaozu of Han, their martial prowess comparable to that of Emperor Taizu of Wei. Those who observe the heavens say that there is an aura of royalty in the Taiyuan area, and this is widely circulated among the people, showing that it reflects the will of the people. In my opinion, the Li family is truly capable of creating a great era. If you, sir, were to go to Taiyuan, it would be the best strategy. What do you think, sir?"
This analysis was eloquent and insightful. Li Jing found it reasonable and thought it made perfect sense, remaining silent for a long time. Just then, a cold wind blew by, and he felt refreshed, his mind clearing away the clouds. The wind extinguished the dim lamp on the table. Li Jing turned and picked up a black cloak, wrapping it around Hong Fu. He said tenderly, "At this crossroads, Hong Fu, are you perhaps a gift from heaven to help my confidante?"
Li Jing couldn't help but pull Hong Fu's delicate body into his broad embrace. Hong Fu tilted her head slightly, then slowly and shyly closed her eyes. Li Jing looked at her beautiful face and cherry lips, his heart fluttering. He slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. As
their lips rubbed together, Hong Fu closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around Li Jing's neck. Li Jing bent down and embraced Hong Fu's slender waist. The passionate kiss gradually heightened their emotions. The girl's fragrance stirred Li Jing's deepest desires; her strong arms gave Hong Fu an infinite sense of security.
As if by unspoken agreement, the two reached out almost simultaneously to remove each other's clothes. Aside from the actions of moving their hands and twisting their bodies to let the clothes slip off, their lips remained pressed together. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together, the pleasure of their skin against each other sending shivers down Li Jing's spine. He couldn't help but knead Hong Fu's buttocks vigorously. The elastic and soft touch sent a profound shock through Li Jing.
"Mmm!" Hong Fu's face flushed red as she watched Li Jing move his lips and tongue, licking her cleavage, a strange light appearing in her eyes. Hong Fu reached out and cupped the back of Li Jing's head, twisting her upper body so that her breasts touched his cheeks. The tingling, pleasurable sensation caused her nipples to gradually harden.
Li Jing's hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, slid down, stopping between Hong Fu's buttocks, where he gently moved his fingers. When Li Jing's fingers touched the entrance to Hong Fu's paradise, they felt a slippery, sticky sensation; it was already soaking wet. At this point, Li Jing could no longer restrain himself. He lifted Hong Fu by her buttocks and carried her to the edge of the bed.
Hong Fu lay on her back with her head in and feet out. Li Jing, positioned on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, squatted slightly, and, using the "old man pushing a cart" technique, inserted his swollen penis into her honey hole. With a soft "plop" and a soft "ah!", Hong Fu felt a fullness in her vagina, and her vaginal opening felt slightly stinging from the stretching of his penis, because Li Jing's penis was thicker and larger than Yang Su's.
Li Jing's penis had only gone in halfway when he felt that Hong Fu's vagina was narrow and tight, gripping his penis with immense pleasure.
Based on the position of their intercourse, Li Jing had the advantage of taking the initiative, thrusting in and out gently, causing Hong Fu to moan continuously and produce a steady stream of vaginal fluid. With the gradual relaxation of her vagina and the increased lubrication from her vaginal fluid, Li Jing's penis penetrated deeper and deeper, inch by inch.
Li Jing felt the thrusting becoming smoother and the friction more intense. He then supported Hong Fu's knees with his arms, his long arms gripping her waist, before withdrawing his penis to the entrance. Li Jing focused his energy into his penis, exhaling and thrusting forward. With a "whoosh!" sound, his penis slammed into Hong Fu's cervix with force!
"Ahhh!..." Li Jing's deep thrust almost made Hong Fu faint. She felt as if his penis was piercing her body, pressing against her throat, causing her body to vibrate violently; her moans and groans became hoarse and muffled.
Li Jing couldn't help but let out an "Oh!" He felt his penis being tightly wrapped, almost suffocating, and the tingling, itchy sensation made his limbs feel incredibly comfortable. The desire for even greater pleasure made him thrust like he was charging into battle.
Hong Fu's body was limp and powerless, allowing Li Jing to do as he pleased. With each powerful thrust, her body rose upwards; her high, firm breasts trembled. Hong Fu tossed her loose hair, the ends sticking to her sweaty forehead and cheeks, giving her a wild, untamed beauty.
Suddenly, Li Jing let out a low growl, and streams of hot semen shot out from the tip of his throbbing penis. The scalding heat of the semen, combined with the relentless thrusting, made Hong Fu feel her vagina was both hot and full, with an increasing pressure like a pump.
"Haa! Uh-ah! Yaa..." Hong Fu arched her back and twisted her lower body amidst a series of screams, the explosive orgasm like the collapse of the heavens and earth. As she slowly awoke from the dizziness of the orgasm, she realized that Li Jing had his head resting on her chest, lying on top of her, regulating his breathing; his penis was still reluctant to leave her honey hole, only slightly limp; semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat stained her buttocks, back, and the mattress...
Li Jing, panting, caressed Hong Fu's soft skin and exclaimed, "Hong Fu, my love...?"
Hong Fu interrupted Li Jing, saying softly, "Li Lang, you still call me 'Miss' even now!?"
Li Jing looked up at Hong Fu, unsure how to answer for a moment, only saying, "Wife..." and then kissing her lips.
Perhaps, at this moment, silence speaks louder than words...
Chapter Three
: The chirping of birds and the sounds of flower sellers in the alley startled Xiao Meng. Li Jing slightly opened his eyes, the pillow still fragrant, the quilt still warm, but Hong Fu was nowhere to be seen. Li Jing immediately jumped out of bed, his anxiety palpable as he dressed and straightened his clothes, worried that the Yang family might send people to search for Hong Fu. After tidying himself up, Li Jing rushed out of the room, constantly looking around, fearing something was amiss.
To his surprise, Hong Fu had already finished washing and dressing and had gone out to Changqingfang to buy a bunch of apricot blossoms. Hong Fu was simply dressed, like a village girl, but her stunning beauty and graceful demeanor were still undeniable. Upon seeing Hong Fu out in the street, Li Jing was terrified and quickly pulled her back into the house, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Hong Fu said, "Li Lang, today I will dress as a man again, and together we will be dressed in our finest attire, swords in hand, riding red steeds, touring Leyou Plain, and then heading straight to Lingshi. I will then escort you to Taiyuan, how about that?"
Li Jing nodded in agreement, his heart overflowing with sweetness and boundless pride.
Weary from their journey, the two arrived in Lingshi and checked into a small inn.
After settling in and washing up, Li Jing's weariness vanished the moment he saw Hong Fu, now dressed as a woman. Although Hong Fu looked slightly tired, she couldn't hide her beautiful and intelligent appearance. Now, nourished by love, she wore a charming and happy smile.
Li Jing embraced Hong Fu tightly, content with his career and family settled, unable to hide his joy, and exclaimed, "What virtue or ability do I, Li Jing, possess to be so favored by Heaven and have such a beautiful wife!"
Hong Fu buried her cheek in Li Jing's strong chest, and said in a soft, teasing voice, "Li Lang's lofty ambition and desire to save the people from their suffering have moved Heaven, so Heaven sent me to accompany you. As long as your resolve remains unchanged, I will never leave you!"
Li Jing's eyes welled up with tears, and he said excitedly, "My wife, I will never betray you in this life! The gods bear witness, if I betray you, I will..." Hong Fu stopped Li Jing from making a rash oath, pressing her cherry lips to his, cutting him off.
Li Jing then smelled a familiar fragrance, which wafted into his nostrils, gradually stirring his emotions. Li Jing held Hong Fu tightly around the waist with one hand, pressing her soft body against his chest; with the other hand, he lifted her chin, gently raising her alluring face, and kissed her slightly parted cherry lips deeply. Sometimes Li Jing would slip his tongue into Hong Fu's mouth, touching her teeth and entwining with her tender tongue; sometimes he would wantonly suck on the tip of her tongue, like a greedy baby, sipping her saliva.
Hong Fu's breathing grew heavy. Li Jing's passionate kiss and the intense atmosphere made her feel almost suffocated. Hong Fu gently pushed Li Jing away, took a quick breath, her face flushed, and said shyly, "Li Lang, aren't you tired...? Wasn't last night... enough..." Hong Fu's voice grew softer and softer.
Li Jing's eyes were fixed on Hong Fu's face, overflowing with boundless love. He said gently, "No, not enough! Even if we held each other like this for the rest of our lives, it still wouldn't be enough. My wife, you are so captivating!"
Hong Fu playfully scolded, "You're so cheeky!" Her small fist landed
lightly on Li Jing's firm chest. Li Jing suddenly became mischievous, whispering, "Oh dear! Trying to murder your husband!" With that, he chuckled and pulled Hong Fu down onto the bed.
Li Jing rested his head on his arm, glancing sideways at Hong Fu lying beside him, one hand caressing her breasts while the other loosening her blouse. Li Jing seemed to be admiring a work of art, watching Hong Fu's full breasts, barely concealed beneath her loose collar, rise and fall slightly with her breath.
Hong Fu, seeing the desire in Li Jing's eyes, blushed even more, casually covering her chest with her hand, saying, "So embarrassing..." Her alluring posture was enough to intoxicate anyone who saw her.
Even the wise and powerful Li Jing couldn't resist such temptation. He reached out and easily moved Hong Fu's hand, which was merely feigning concealment and offering no real resistance, away. He then casually opened her blouse, revealing her firm, towering breasts. Li Jing lowered his head and took Hong Fu's nipple into his mouth.
He passionately teased her with his lips and tongue, while his palms pressed against Hong Fu's vulva, caressing it. "Mmm...ah!" Waves of tingling sensations washed over her, causing Hong Fu to writhe and tremble. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and she moaned softly, "Oh...oh...don't...don't...lick anymore...ah...it's itchy..." Her wanton demeanor was completely different from her usual quiet and virtuous self.
Li Jing licked and kissed Hong Fu's delicate breasts for a while, then moved his lips to roam all over her body, sometimes her pink neck and fragrant shoulders; sometimes her lower abdomen and navel; his fingers even probed into her moist, warm vulva. Hong Fu was aroused by Li Jing, waves of heat surging out, and the fluids made her vulva feel like it was crawling with insects, unbearably itchy. Hong Fu moaned lasciviously, "Ah... Li Lang... I... I want..."
Upon hearing Hong Fu's wanton moans, Li Jing felt his lust overwhelm him, and in a few moments he removed his clothes, pressed down on her, licking her earlobe while rubbing his hard penis against her vulva. The tender flesh of Hong Fu's labia seemed to feel the heat of Li Jing's penis, making her whole body hot; the occasional touch of his penis and glans to the clitoris made Hong Fu shiver with pleasure.
Hong Fu seemed unable to bear the torment of the penis being unable to enter, so she took the initiative to reach out and grasp it, aiming it at her vaginal opening while pleading, "Quick...quickly insert...mmm...insert it...ah..." When Li Jing's penis was against the vaginal opening, Hong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, then thrust her hips forward, and her vagina swallowed half of the penis.
"Ah...good...so good...oh..." Hong Fu even felt her voice tingling, and her hands holding Li Jing's shoulders and back tightened even more!
When Li Jing's penis entered Hong Fu's body, a wave of overwhelming pleasure made him feel as if he had suddenly lost all his strength, putting all his weight on her, and then only moving his hips and making thrusting motions. Li Jing's penis slid smoothly through Hong Fu's moist, slippery vagina, feeling only the glans rubbing and scratching against her vaginal walls. The tight, gripping friction was an indescribable pleasure.
Li Jing slowly propped himself up with his hands, channeling all his strength into the point where their bodies met, as if galloping across a vast plain, gradually increasing his speed and force. With each thrust, Hong Fu let out a series of moans, struggling to arch her hips and circling her body; her breasts swayed incessantly; beads of sweat seemed to fly from her trembling nipples.
Hong Fu's moans gradually rose, until they were almost screams and shouts, then she convulsed and stiffened, her hands tightly gripping Li Jing's neck. Li Jing thrust forward with all his might, and with a low growl, he erupted in an indescribable pleasure, gushing semen from his penis, surging into her womb like a whirlwind.
The two of them, as if relieved of a great burden, lay limp and intertwined. What in the world could be more peaceful and serene than this moment? In the early morning, Hong Fu let her long, cascading hair fall loose, combing it by the small window, savoring the second time they had been intimate the previous night. A blush crept onto her face, making her exceptionally beautiful, especially when contrasted with the peony blooming before the window.
Inside the courtyard, Li Jing cooked mutton while scrubbing his red horse.
At this moment, a man emerged from the guest room. He was of medium height, wearing a gauze hat and a fur coat wrapped inside out. His cheeks were covered with a long, red, curly beard, and his eyes, like copper bells, were piercing and piercing, giving him an imposing presence. He went to the corridor and led out a donkey, tethering it to a tree beside him. Then, with an air of superiority, he sat down at the table in the courtyard. Facing the small window, he poured himself a drink while his eyes fixed intently on Hongfu inside the room.
Hongfu was sweeping the windowpane with her whisk when she inadvertently caught sight of the man in the courtyard. Her heart skipped a beat, and a name came to mind. Li Jing, who was standing to the side, had long been impatient, thinking, "How can someone stare at someone's wife so intently!" But he restrained himself from making a move.
The man stared at Hong Fu for a while, then began to hum and recite: "A graceful beauty, why has she ended up in this thatched hut? A spring breeze stirs, filling the room with fragrant clouds."
Li Jing, enraged by such provocation, was about to confront the man when Hong Fu emerged from the room, subtly waving to Li Jing before rushing to the courtyard to speak with him: "May I ask your surname, sir?"
"My surname is Zhang," he replied, bowing. "
My surname is also Zhang; we are siblings," Hong Fu said with a smile.
"Where is your husband?"
Hong Fu pointed to Li Jing, who was squatting nearby, angrily brushing his horse: "Here he is!" she exclaimed, "Li Jing, come and see this gentleman!" Li Jing had no choice but to reluctantly come forward.
The man asked, "What is your esteemed surname?"
"Li Jing, from Sanyuan."
"So you are Pharmacist Li."
"And you are…?"
"My name is Zhang Zhongjian, from Qinzhou."
Upon hearing this name, Li Jing felt a sense of familiarity. Looking at the man's thick, curly red beard, he exclaimed in surprise, "Could you be the Bearded Old Man?"
"Haha! Haha…"
Li Jing quickly rose and bowed, saying, "It is an honor to meet you, sir, and to be so gracious. I apologize for my rudeness." He then hurriedly prepared wine and food.
No wonder Hong Fu was shocked upon seeing him and treated him with utmost deference. It turned out that this bearded old man was a famous figure in the Shaanxi region, and Li Jing had already heard of his name and the legends surrounding him!
As the saying goes, "Heroes emerge in troubled times!" At that time, war raged everywhere, and the winds of change were blowing. In Changbai Mountain, there was Wang Bo, the wise and righteous leader, who gathered his followers; south of the Yellow River, there was Zhai Rang leading the Wagang Army in rebellion; and among the common people, there was a mysterious figure who believed in Taoism, known as "the Bearded Old Man." Legend has it that the Bearded Old Man possessed extraordinary skills and specialized in robbing the rich to help the poor, often killing the wicked. Once, he and his men robbed a merchant ship on the Grand Canal, obtaining a large amount of wealth;
another time, the magnificent dragon horse that the government had confiscated from foreign lands was also captured by him when it crossed the Yangtze River to Jiangdu. He hid a huge sum of money, fine horses, and weapons in a secret place, exclusively for the use of the heroes who gathered to start an uprising. If any of them were in trouble and sought his help, he would generously give them all, even if it meant throwing money around. However, he always traveled the world with a Taoist priest who was good at observing celestial phenomena and understanding the clouds, appearing and disappearing without a trace...
Hong Fu was also busy and quick-wittedly preparing bowls and plates. The bearded old man pointed to the food cooking on the stove and asked, "What is being cooked here? It smells so good. I'm quite hungry. May I have some to eat?"
Hong Fu quickly replied, "It's mutton, which is perfect for your family." So he brought a bowl of fragrant mutton to the table.
At this moment, the bearded old man picked up a leather pouch beside him and said, "I have some snacks here to go with the wine. I wonder if Mr. Li would like to share them with me?" He then pulled a blood-soaked human head from the pouch, along with a mangled heart. Upon seeing this, Hong Fu stumbled back a few steps, but quickly regained her composure and forced herself to sit down at the table.
The bearded old man then put the head back into the pouch, pulled a dagger from his boot, shattered the heart and liver into pieces, and threw them to the lame donkey under the tree. Li Jing asked in surprise, "Whose head is this? Why did you cut it off, Brother Zhang?"
"Lord Li," the bearded old man replied, "look at this head. It is the head of a treacherous traitor; this heart is a wicked heart harboring evil; this tongue is a tongue that stirs up turbulent waves; this mouth is a mouth that spews filth. What use is this filthy creature of the world to me? I have spent ten years obtaining this, and I will not spare him. Beheading him and ripping out his heart—how satisfying!" After saying this, he drank three cups of wine, then, while devouring mutton, he raised his knife to chop meat and threw it at the lame donkey. But the lame donkey did not eat it.
Hong Fu stared in disbelief. Li Jing said with a touch of melancholy, "I have always admired your heroic spirit."
The bearded old man stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Li, you are mistaken. I am not worthy of your following. Although you are a man of great stature, I wonder where you will go?"
"I will go to Li Yuan and his son in Taiyuan."
The bearded old man nodded in approval. "As the saying goes, 'A good minister chooses his lord, and a good bird chooses its tree.' This is very true."
At this moment, Hong Fu, seeing the blood, felt nauseous and quickly apologized, asking to leave to rest in her room. The bearded old man looked at her slender back and said, "Mr. Li, you are a poor scholar. How did you manage to win the heart of such a beautiful woman?" "
To tell you the truth, she was originally a concubine in the household of Yang, the governor of Xijing. It's just that..." Li Jing then explained the whole story.
The bearded old man said, "Li, with such a beautiful woman by your side, how can you be at ease?"
"That's exactly what's troubling me."
"It's not difficult at all; I can help you now!" The bearded old man drank another cup and said, "You and your husband return to the capital. Three days later, at noon, wait for each other at Fenyang Bridge. Someone will come to take you to a residence and settle her in." Having said this, he rose, bowed, took the donkey, hummed a little tune, and rode away.
Hong Fu called urgently from the window, "Brother Zhang, please wait! Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
"See you later, see you later, hahaha…!" A series of hearty laughs echoed outside the inn.
Li Jing and Hong Fu immediately returned to Xijing, arriving at Fenyang Bridge three days later.
At the Fenyang Bridge, a young Taoist priest was gazing into the distance. When he saw a tall, imposing horse, a handsome man embracing a beautiful young woman, the woman holding a red whisk, he knew they were guests of the Bearded Old Man and immediately came over to greet them. After exchanging pleasantries, the young priest led them through streets and alleys, across small bridges and secluded paths, to a small courtyard. Opening the wooden gate, they entered a quiet and elegant residence.
Several women who appeared to be Taoist nuns came forward and said, "This residence in Wulingfang is a villa purchased by the Bearded Old Man, which we are responsible for guarding. Yesterday, he instructed us to welcome his sworn sister, Miss Hongfu, to stay here, and we are waiting for her here." Indeed, one of the attendants led the couple on a tour of the residence and courtyard.
In the afternoon, male and female servants busied themselves preparing a banquet to welcome the couple. Li Jing and Hong Fu then began to drink together. After several rounds of drinks, Hong Fu said with a contented expression, "Li Lang, I have made all the necessary arrangements, and you can set off tomorrow. Today, I toast you with a cup, hoping that you will not give up on yourself, but achieve great things. Hong Fu will be here waiting for your good news. To express my feelings, I will sing a song and dance for you." After saying this, Hong Fu left her seat, tidied herself up a bit, raised her red whisk, and began to dance gracefully.
From this secluded villa came a rare song: "A rolling journey, heavy with parting thoughts, an endless road stretching on. Helplessly, the swallows fly west, the shrike flies east. It breaks the heart at the crossroads. I fear only the desolate, empty embroidered door. It's hard to bear, the door closed, pear blossoms embracing the night rain..."
These lines stirred a bitter feeling in the heart of even the toughest man, Li Jing. After drinking a cup, he said, "How about I offer you a 'Liang Drum and Horn Flute Melody'?" With that, he rose and brandished his sword, its cold light gleaming, and sang: "Mounting the horse without a whip, I break off a willow branch. Sitting here, I play the long flute, making the traveler sad." They recited poems, drank wine, and said goodbye until the night was deep.
The next day, Hong Fu silently prepared Li Jing's travel attire, watching with a sorrowful expression as the moment of parting drew near.
But a day passed, and as it was time to retire, Li Jing showed no sign of leaving. Seeing this, Hong Fu said sternly, "Li Lang, you are a scholar. Do you know which ancient person said this?" "
What is it?"
"It is said, 'Let's go! To cherish what one loves and be content with one's lot is enough to ruin one's reputation.'"
Li Jing replied, "I know! But I can't recall which ancient person said it."
Hongfu sighed, "Alas! Haven't you heard the story of the Qi woman advising Prince Chong'er of Jin?"
"Oh, I remember, I remember! The *Zuo Zhuan* records: Prince Chong'er of Jin fled to Qi, and Duke Huan of Qi married him to a Qi woman and gave him twenty fine horses. Chong'er indulged in the pleasures of Qi, not thinking of his homeland. His followers reminded him not to forget the important matter of rebuilding the state, but he wouldn't listen. They plotted their return to their country in the mulberry grove, which his wife, Jiang, learned of. Jiang,
instead urged him to return quickly. At that time, she said, 'You have the ambition of four beautiful women… what's the point! To be content with comfort is to ruin your reputation.' Don't you think so?"
Hongfu smiled, "Yes! Later, the Prince of Jin still didn't leave. What did Jiang do then?"
"She conspired with her entourage to get Chong'er drunk, put him in a carriage, and send him out of Qi. By the time Chong'er woke up, they were already far beyond the Qi border."
"And then?"
"After that, Chong'er rebuilt the Jin state and became one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, didn't he?"
Hong Fu revealed a shrewd look: "Then... Li Lang, do you also want Hong Fu to follow Jiang Nu's plan?"
"Hmm..." Li Jing was speechless. Li Jing looked at Yuan Fang, as if talking to himself: "Alright, let's leave tomorrow!"
Although Hong Fu showed an appreciative smile on her face, her heart was bleeding because of the impending separation. Hong Fu offered her cherry lips to kiss Li Jing, and finally could not hold back, hot tears welled up in her eyes.
The kiss before parting seemed all the more moving and passionate. Both of them wished that time could stand still at this moment.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere that made Hong Fu act so proactively, almost frantically. She kissed Li Jing's face all over; she took the initiative to remove his clothes, kissing his chest and abdomen, leaving her fragrant lip prints all over his body; her soft, delicate hands couldn't help but tease Li Jing's penis and scrotum.
Li Jing squinted with pleasure, calling out, "Oh... Hong Fu... my wife... um... um..." while his hands busily undressed Hong Fu. Hong Fu loosened her hair, tossed her head, and "whoosh!" her long, flowing hair cascaded down to her waist. Her beautiful body, which was endlessly captivating, resembled a jade fairy, making Li Jing stare at her intently.
Li Jing stepped closer, his left arm tightly embracing Hong Fu, kissing her; his right hand lifted her left leg, his erect penis positioned directly at her entrance, and with a slight thrust, it slid smoothly into her wet vagina.
"Mmm...mmm...Li Lang...good...mmm...so deep...mmm..." Hong Fu's arms wrapped around Li Jing's neck, her body rising and falling with his powerful thrusts, her full breasts being squeezed and rubbing against his chest.
"Mmm...mmm...Li Lang...I...can't take it...ah...mmm..." Hong Fu rested her head on Li Jing's shoulder, whispering softly in his ear. Li Jing thrust powerfully, seemingly supporting Hong Fu's weight solely with his penis, making her feel so relaxed and weak that she felt almost exhausted, her supporting leg trembling violently. If it weren't for Li Jing's embrace, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
Hongfu, her head thrown back, screamed with all her might. She was being thrust into by Li Jing, her body throbbing with pleasure, her juices flowing freely down her thighs. Hongfu pleaded, "...Li...Li...Li Lang...I can't...I can't take it anymore..." Though she said she couldn't take it anymore, she raised her legs, wrapping them around Li Jing's waist and hips, clinging to him.
Li Jing held Hongfu's buttocks tightly, pressing their bodies even closer, then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Hongfu was now dizzy. Li Jing simply let his penis soak in her warm vagina, feeling the massage-like movements on the vaginal walls, enjoying a different kind of tranquil pleasure; his hands gently caressed Hongfu's delicate skin.
Hongfu's heightened emotions slowly subsided. She looked intently at Li Jing's face, as if trying to imprint his image deeply into her heart. Hong Fu thought of Li Jing's departure, not knowing when they would meet again, perhaps forever… Thinking this, tears welled up in her eyes again. Li Jing looked at the pitiful Hong Fu, understanding her pain, for he himself was in the same boat.
He licked away Hong Fu's tears with his lips, his fervent patriotism almost collapsing at that moment. If Hong Fu had uttered even half a word about not wanting him to leave, Li Jing would have stayed without hesitation. Hong Fu understood Li Jing's feelings, but she knew she had to appear stronger than him, even if it meant forcing a
smile. Lost in thought, Hong Fu was gradually aroused again by Li Jing's caresses and kisses. Only then did Hong Fu realize that Li Jing's penis was still deeply inserted inside her, and her face flushed again, her emotions rising rapidly like a whirlwind. Hong Fu gently pushed Li Jing onto the bed, straddling his chest with her back to him, and lowered her head to take his thick, erect penis
into her mouth. "Ah!...Wife...oh...so good...mmm..." Li Jing only felt his penis being sucked by warm lips; being rubbed by soft tongues, waves of tingling, numbness, and itchiness spreading throughout his body. While licking and sucking his penis, Hong Fu rubbed her vulva against Li Jing's chest back and forth incessantly. As the range of motion expanded, the amount of vaginal fluid left on his chest increased and became more lubricated.
Li Jing could clearly see Hong Fu's red vaginal opening opening and closing as if breathing; the sticky wetness covered her entire vulva, as if covered by a layer of crystal-clear protective film. Li Jing, almost frantically, pulled Hong Fu close to his waist and hips, pressing her vulva against his face, rubbing his lips against her labia; probing her honeyed opening with his tongue; and even swallowing her flowing, sour, lustful fluids.
The moans of "Mmm, Ahh, Ahh" filled the room with a palpable sense of spring. No one could have imagined that this couple, deeply in love, were about to part ways…
The next morning, Li Jing awoke to find the room empty. He quickly got up and was urgently calling for Hong Fu when a servant handed him a letter and a scroll of military strategy, inscribed "Hidden by the Bearded Old Man." The servant said,
"Miss Hong Fu packed her clothes and left at dawn, saying that if you, sir, do not depart, she cannot return home." Li Jing opened the letter, knowing it was Hong Fu urging him to leave. Unable to hold back his tears, he steeled himself and rode eastward.
As winter faded and spring arrived, the Wei River remained frozen. The tall, green locust trees along the post road were reduced to bare branches. Li Jing, utterly dejected, couldn't help but look back westward. Where had Hong Fu gone? Alas, it was all his fault for being too attached to her. He hadn't expected that even a seven-foot man like himself would become so weak-willed and sentimental.
Li Jing spurred his horse eastward. Ahead lay Hangu Pass, a strategic pass where "carts could not derail, and horses could not ride side-by-side." However, Li Jing had traversed it many times and knew the way well, his horse galloping forward without stopping. Just as Taiyuan was near, suddenly, his red steed neighed and leaped into the air. Li Jing tripped over a rope, tumbled down, and was bound and shoved into a chariot by a group of men.
Inside the military tent, after removing the blindfold, Li Jing looked closely and saw a general sitting upright in the hall. He immediately recognized him as Li Yuan, the Duke of Tang. Standing beside him was a handsome young man with bright eyes. Li Jing thought to himself, "This is probably Li Shimin."
The general asked sternly, "Who are you?"
"Li Jing, Prefect of Mayi County."
"Why have you come here alone?"
"I have come specifically to seek refuge with the General." "
Are you spying on my army's movements?" "
Liu Wenjing, a subordinate of the General, is an old friend of mine. You can ask him to testify."
"You are so cunning! Liu Wenjing is on a mission to the Turks and is not in the army. You are using his name to deceive me. Take him out and execute him!"
At this moment, Li Jing shouted, "General, you raised an army to rid the world of evil and relieve suffering. How can you not consider the greater good and indiscriminately kill brave men?"
Li Yuan remained silent. At this moment, Li Shimin whispered to his father, "Li Jing is no ordinary man. Liu Wenjing has recommended him to me many times. I hope Father will reconsider."
Li Yuan remained silent. Just then, Li Jing was pushed outside the camp gate, and someone rushed into the tent to report, "General, please look. There is a military book and a letter in his bag."
Li Yuan took the letter and saw that it was written in a woman's delicate handwriting: "Li Lang: I am leaving now with tears in my eyes, only because I cannot bear to see you so deeply in love with me, and I fear that I will hinder your future. After I leave, I hope you will quickly go to Taiyuan and join the Li family. I will not let you down. When you have achieved success, I will come to you. Hong Fu bows." Upon
seeing this letter, Li Yuan hastily ordered: "Untie them quickly! Untie them quickly!"
(Epilogue)
In the second year of Wude, after defeating Wang Shichong of Luochuan, Li Yuan ordered Li Jing to attack Xiao Xian, who held Jingzhou. Xiao Xian relied on the natural defenses and stubbornly resisted. When Li Jing attacked Shanzhou, he could not advance an inch for several months.
At this time, Emperor Gaozu was furious at Li Jing's delay and the loss of opportunity. He secretly ordered Xu Zhao, the governor of Shanzhou, to pass on the order to Li Jing: "If you fail to capture the enemy within ten days, you shall be executed according to military law!" With the deadline approaching and the situation showing no signs of improvement, Li Jing was anxious and at his wit's end.
That day, Li Jing shunned his officers and returned to his tent. After drinking several cups of wine alone, he raised his cup with both hands, knelt facing northwest, and wept uncontrollably, silently saying, "Madam! Madam! I, Li Jing, have failed you in your efforts. If we fail to capture the rebel tomorrow, we will never meet again. I hope you will take care of yourself!"
"Haha! Haha! General Li, why are you in such a sorry state?" A black robe fluttered in the wind from inside the tent, revealing a handsome young man in a purple crown and sable coat, dressed exactly as he had been the previous night.
"Hongfu... Madam, what brings you here?" Li Jing recognized Hongfu, whom he had been longing for, at a glance, and couldn't help but think he was dreaming.
"You've been unable to defeat the enemy here, caught in a dilemma. News of your actions has already reached the Northern Kingdom. My brother Zhang was originally going to Fuyu, but turned back halfway and came with me on this urgent journey. He asked me to present you with ten volumes of secret military treatises. As you can see, I've already prepared them for you."
Li Jing took the military treatises as if they were priceless treasures and asked urgently, "Where is the Bearded Old Man?"
"He left a few hours ago. I've been waiting for you in this military tent for a long time." The next day, when the court was about to execute him, Li Jing hastily offered a brilliant plan and pleaded for a reprieve. Xu Zhao, pitying his talent, also pleaded for his life, and he was spared.
Afterwards, Li Jing cleverly used the Bearded Old Man's strategy, gaining repeated victories in battle. From then on, Li Jing never allowed Hong Fu to leave him again.
In the second year of the Zhenguan era, Li Jing defeated the Turkic Khagan, and Hong Fu was honored as the wife of the Minister of War.
In the eighth year of the Zhenguan era, Li Jing was appointed Commander-in-Chief of the Xing Army, driving the invading Tuyuhun all the way to Jishi Mountain.
In the eleventh year, Hong Fu was honored as the wife of the Duke of Wei. Over these decades, Li Jing's military prowess was divine; he dared to venture out alone, repeatedly launching surprise attacks. Many people said that he benefited from the secret military treatises passed down by the Bearded Old Man, while others said that he benefited from the behind-the-scenes guidance of his wife. The truth remains unknown.
Unexpectedly, Hong Fu, nearing fifty, contracted malaria and passed away peacefully in General Li's arms. At the time of her death, her skin was as white as snow and her cheeks as white as frost, her face still radiant with youthful beauty, her
jade-like countenance smiling, her unparalleled beauty undiminished. The eternal confidante of a hero, the companion who shared his voice and aspirations, departed this world. Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, issued an edict stating: "The scale and form of the tomb of the Duchess of the State should be modeled after the stories of Wei Qing and Huo Guang of the Mongol Empire, with commemorative tombs erected on Tieshan Mountain in the territory of the Turks and Jishi Mountain in the territory of the Tuyuhun, to honor the special merits of the couple."
In the seventeenth year of the Zhenguan era, Emperor Taizong further decreed that portraits of Li Jing and twenty-four other meritorious officials be painted in the Lingyan Pavilion for posterity. At the time, some suggested that a portrait of Lady Hongfu should be painted next to Li Jing. However, due to Hongfu's background, her beautiful image ultimately did not make it into the Lingyan Pavilion. It was written by Li Jing and passed down through generations. However, some scholars have argued that the military treatises compiled by Hong Fu, such as the three-volume "Mirror of the Six Armies," "Questions and Answers of Li Weigong," and "Collected Military Treatises of Weigong," are all forgeries. Nevertheless, the beautiful and poignant song that reveals the wisdom and insight of a discerning individual has been passed down through the ages.

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