【Under the Great Tomorrow】(26-27)

Author: hui329
Published: 2016/9/18
First published
: 12811 words
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Before even reaching the cabin door, Mei Jinshu appeared, bowing respectfully to Ding Shou: "Uncle, the ship's owner has something
to discuss with you."
Looking at the nearly forty-year-old renowned physician's respectful demeanor, Ding Shou felt a headache coming on. "Brother Jinshu, I've already
said we're equals, no need for such formalities."
"There's an order of seniority, and I cannot disobey my father's orders. Please forgive me, Uncle." Mei Jinshu's respectful appearance made Ding Shou lose his temper
, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when he parted ways with Mei Tuizhi.
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"This time, thanks to the young master's help, the thirteenth doll has been obtained. Upon returning to the manor, I will immediately close it to guests, waiting for
my internal injuries to heal before returning to the martial world to gather the brothers of the sect and help the young master unify the martial world." Mei Tuizhi's long-standing heartache was about to
be cured, and he was greatly relieved.
"Brother Mei, I am now serving the Eastern Depot and have no intention of fighting in the martial world. Please don't mention the idea of unifying the martial world again
." Master Ding can't stand the hardships of traveling in the martial world. Besides, the remaining members of the Demonic Sect are all old monsters whose
martial arts skills and experience are superior to his. Who knows if they will submit to his orders?
Mei Tuizhi nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, "Indeed, indeed. The young master inherits the mantle of the lord and is the legitimate
heir of the Ming Dynasty. How can he be compared to the traitorous Zhu Di, the heir of the false Ming? Moreover, his temporary refuge in the false dynasty is only expedient. Once he recovers, my son and I will lend the young master a hand
to regain the throne and restore peace to the Ming Dynasty."
"You damn fool, have you gone mad from practicing your martial arts? Including your stupid son, there are four of you
. Do you really think you can rebel for fun?!" Ding Shou thought to himself, but he still had to put on a smile. "This matter
needs to be discussed in detail."
Mei Tuizhi took it seriously. "The capital is a den of dragons and tigers. The young master
cannot fight alone. Let Jin Shu accompany him to the capital. He can help him if needed."
Ding Shou was too lazy to argue with him and changed the subject, saying, "This matter of the jade doll involves all parties. Weng Taibei
will surely be disliked by the royal family. However, Yun Wu has lost his chance to get treatment."
"Heh, what do you mean by being afflicted with a serious illness and plagued by disease? I sensed something was wrong the moment I fought that kid at Yun Family Manor .
The fifth young master of the Yun family has clearly gone mad from practicing the Jade Doll technique. Even if we take these twelve Jade Dolls, it
won't help him. He'll just suffer a few more years of torment." Mei Tuizhi said disdainfully.
Recalling Mei Tui's earlier statement that Yun Tengjiao had found the jade doll containing a copy of martial arts techniques he had lost, Ding Shou
immediately understood. It must be that Yun Wu had also secretly practiced the copied techniques, leading to a qi deviation. Hearing rumors
that the jade doll also contained medical knowledge, he believed the medical section contained the key to healing himself, which led to his
attempt to seize the treasure in the capital. "No, that's not right. Yun San had contact with him when he entered the capital; he definitely didn't practice the jade doll's martial arts.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily tricked by the Tang Clan."
Seeing Mei Tui remain silent, only sneering, Ding Shou immediately understood. Even brothers aren't necessarily willing to
share everything. Poor Yun San died in the capital for his brother, a fool until his death.
Then, a thought struck him. "Senior Brother Mei, do you have a complete copy of the twelve dolls?" Mei 　　Tui
was taken aback. "Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't have so easily offered the jade dolls to the inner palace."
Ding Shou smiled slightly. "May I borrow them for a moment?" 　　His thoughts returned, and looking at his junior apprentice, who was nearly two cycles older than him, he smiled wryly. "Please come in." 　　The boat owner, a man in his thirties from Huizhou, was followed by two young waiters around ten years old. He 　　bowed to Ding and Bai and said, "Gentlemen, I'm truly sorry, the boat cannot proceed 　　. I will return your fare to you both. Please forgive me." 　　"Why?" Ding Shou had a good impression of the amiable boat owner from Southern Zhili along the way, and 　　the two young waiters beside him seemed quite clever. 　　"Alas, young master, you don't know this, but last year this boat of lampwick was transported all the way to the capital. After deducting labor and boat costs, 　　I could have earned several dozen taels of silver. But now, before even passing Zhenjiang, there are already seven or eight more tax checkpoints. Continuing north, 　　who knows how many more checkpoints there will be. I can't afford to lose 　　money. It's better to just push the goods into the water now and return empty-handed. This trip will lose both capital and labor costs, but at least I'll lose less tax money," the boat owner sighed. 　　"So, are all the merchant ships along the way going to destroy their cargo and return empty-handed?" Ding Shou pointed to the rows of 　　cargo ships outside the window. 　　The boat owner smiled bitterly and remained silent. Bai Shaochuan whispered, "These ships are flying official flags." 　　Ding Shou looked around and, sure enough, these ships were all flying flags bearing the names of some commander, prefect, or even vice minister or 　　minister. One after another, the cargo ships had been transformed into official vessels.

"Our Great Ming Dynasty's commercial tax is one-thirtieth, which is a bit low, but these tax checkpoints are far too many," Ding Shou
said dejectedly, looking at the cargo ships blatantly evading taxes.
Bai Shaochuan snorted coldly, "These are all checkpoints set up by local officials along the coast;
only a tiny fraction are handed over to the court." He then glanced at the distressed ship owner, "If the only cargo you're transporting is lampwick, as you say,
why didn't you include the smuggled salt you're carrying?" This ship owner had seriously underestimated the Eastern Depot's methods.
They wouldn't have boarded the ship without even knowing the details of its cargo.
The ship owner was startled by this, a fierce look appearing on his face. The two young men behind him didn't say much, each
pulling out a sharp dagger from their clothes, ready to pounce.
Before they could even move, a cry of pain rang out as Mei Jinshu grabbed their wrists,
twisted them, and dropped the daggers. Mei Jinshu then flicked his toes forward, causing the ship owner's Huantiao acupoint to go numb, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
"My lords, spare my life! I have no choice. There are too many tax checkpoints along the way, and I have no connections to curry favor with the powerful. If I don't smuggle salt, I'll lose everything. I still have a family to support!" 　　The man, in his fifties, cried,
thinking he had encountered salt inspectors. 　　"Don't beg them, sir. The current court has countless harsh laws. Everything is illegal. The people can't even support themselves 　　. What else can they do but smuggle salt? If they're desperate, I'll go to sea!" a young apprentice cursed angrily. 　　"Ah Zhi, don't talk nonsense, sir. He's just acting on impulse. He has no intention of going to sea," another 　　apprentice said urgently. 　　The ship owner kowtowed repeatedly, "Sir, this lad is talking nonsense, it has nothing to do with me 　　. I never intended to violate the maritime ban." 　　Ding Shou looked at the young man with interest, "Going to sea? How do you plan to do that? 　　" 　　"The sea is a sea of commerce. The Ming Dynasty profits more than tenfold from goods like saltpeter, sulfur, silk, and cotton in Japan, Siam, and the Western countries. 　　Seeking profits on the sea, trading with people in Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangdong, sharing profits with the coastal people, they will surely be loyal to us 　　. To ensure the smooth flow of trade, we can fight off coastal pirates. For the public good, we will defend the country's borders; for private reasons, we will profit immensely. Such a 　　mutually beneficial endeavor is not being pursued because of the court's short-sightedness..." the young man spoke eloquently. 　　"Shut up! In the twenty-seventh year of Hongwu, the court issued a strict decree: anyone who dares to engage in private trade with foreign countries will be severely punished 　　. Who do you think you are to dare to speak ill of the court's laws?" Bai Shaochuan couldn't help but shout. 　　The young man looked indignant. "Countless officials, gentry, and wealthy individuals have privately built massive two-masted warships for maritime trade. Why is it that only 　　officials are allowed to set fires, while ordinary people are forbidden even to light lamps?" 　　Ding Shou, however, became interested. It was rare to find someone in this era who could see the business opportunities at sea. This young man was no ordinary person 　　. "Being a maritime merchant requires capital. Do you have any?" 　　"This..." The young man was speechless. If he had capital, who would still be working on a ship smuggling salt? 　　Signaling Mei Jinshu to release the two men, Ding Shou pulled out two thousand taels of silver from his sleeve and handed them to them. " 　　It's fate that we met today. I'll take a gamble. I'll put up two thousand taels as capital. If we lose, it's on me; if we win, I'll take 　　sixty percent of the profits. How about it?" 　　The two young men exchanged glances and knelt down in unison, saying, "We, Wang Zhi and Xu Weixue, are willing to risk our lives 　　to gamble with you, sir." 　　"Is there a plan for this path?" 　　"Our fellow townsmen, the Xu brothers, have already started to get involved in maritime trade. They plan to use your silver as capital to join us 　　, figure out the trade routes, and then plan for something else." 　　Considering his caution, he made arrangements with the two men and then ordered them to set off immediately. As for this employer, he figured 　　it was better not to follow him. 　　After the two men left, Ding Shou glanced at the trembling boat owner. "Do you know anything about these two?" The boat owner 　　nodded repeatedly. "Both of them are from Tuolin Village, Shexian County, Huizhou. Wang Zhi 　　has an elderly mother living with him, and Xu Weixue has an older brother, sister-in-law, and a young nephew." 　　"It's good that they have family ties." Ding Shou toyed with the folding fan with the "Jiangting Talking about Antiquity" painting given to him by Tang Bohu 　　, thinking to himself: It's one thing to die and lose money, but don't even think about embezzling. I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were 　　dead. 　　Looking at the kneeling boat owner beside him, Ding Shou said, "Get up. I'm not a salt inspector. Tell me why you didn't 　　go forward." 　　The boat owner, already trembling like a quail, tearfully explained that making a living on the canal was difficult, and smuggling 　　salt was unavoidable. However, the newly set up checkpoint ahead was set up by salt inspectors, and he had no way to escape punishment 　　, so he planned to turn back and begged the lord for a way out. 　　Ding Shou didn't care about his life or death, but finding another boat would be time-consuming and laborious. He took out the Eastern 　　Depot's warrant from his person and handed it over, "Take this and continue north. Let's see which checkpoint dares to stop us." 　　"The Eastern Depot!" The ship owner's eyes widened instantly. Although the people of the Eastern Depot were not among the officials 　　and gentry exempt from taxation, anyone with a modicum of sense would not offend these devils. These people were far more useful than those who recognized flags. His 　　business was small and he couldn't find a powerful backer. If he could latch onto the powerful figure in front of him, he could move freely on the canal. 　　He made up his mind immediately and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This humble man 　　, Cheng Li, is willing to serve as your slave, sir. I hope you will grant me your grace." Ding Shou was taken aback by the eagerness to serve as a servant. He wondered 　　why he would keep such an idle person. Bai Shaochuan explained that the nobles and officials of the Ming Dynasty had the privilege of being exempt from taxation. This right was not only for themselves, but 　　also for their family members and servants. Therefore, many rural landlords and wealthy merchants in cities willingly became slaves. The master could 　　acquire a large amount of land and wealth, and the servants could also make a fortune by taking advantage of the master's power. It was a win-win situation. The only one who would suffer was the Ming 　　Dynasty's national treasury, which was used by rats to escape. 　　Since it was an internal matter, Ding Shou didn't object to a little special treatment and promised to include Cheng Li in 　　the slave register upon returning to the capital. Cheng Li was overjoyed and kowtowed in gratitude, celebrating the arrival of his new life as a slave. 　　With the Eastern Depot's warrant, travel was indeed smooth; the journey was uneventful, and everyone arrived in the capital safely. Ding Shou and Bai Shaochuan then returned 　　to the Eastern Depot to report. 　　"Haha, well done! We only intended to catch a small fry, but we caught a big fish 　　. The Embroidered Uniform Guard is leaderless; it's the perfect time for us to step in," Gu Dayong said, his face beaming with smiles 　　. 　　"It's all thanks to the Grand Eunuch's strategic planning; we only did our best," Bai Shaochuan said modestly. 　　"I didn't expect Weng Taibei to have such a sense of responsibility; I underestimated this commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard," Ding Shou said, 　　frowning.

"Weng Taibei has close ties with the noble ladies of the harem, so his life is not in danger. Take this time to give the Embroidered Uniform Guard
a fresh blood." Liu Jin sat calmly in his chair, clapped his hands, and said, "Come out." "
This humble officer, Shi Wenyi, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, pays his respects to Eunuch Liu." A third-rank military officer came out from the back hall, knelt on one knee, and
bowed.
Liu Jin pointed at Ding Shou, "This is the lad. Are you satisfied?"
Shi Wenyi flattered, "A strong general has no weak soldiers. Your men are naturally
a hundred times stronger than my bunch of useless bastards."
Ding Shou was bewildered, "Your Excellency, this is...?"
"This is Lord Shi, the new commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Tomorrow you will go to your post with him. The Embroidered Uniform Guard has been
controlled by Weng Taibei for nearly twenty years, and it's deeply entrenched. Go and help clear out the weeds."
"Then I'll have to leave the Eastern Depot?" Ding Shou was secretly pleased. He followed the old eunuch around all day,
and he didn't care about his reputation. He was afraid he wouldn't have a good ending, but his face showed reluctance.
"Oh my, Eunuch, look at this! This kid has a conscience; he can't bear to leave us. Kid, I
've gotten you a position as a deputy commander, a real meteoric rise! Besides, the Embroidered Uniform Guard has far more manpower than the Eastern Depot
, making it easier for you to do what you want. I've really gone to great lengths for you, kid," Gu Dayong
exclaimed in surprise.
That's true. From an unknown and insignificant fourth-rank official to a fourth-rank commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, it
was indeed a meteoric rise in officialdom. Just as Ding Shou was about to bow his head in gratitude, Liu Jin spoke again: "Don't worry, the fourth-rank
position is reserved for you. Even if you soar to the heavens now, you can't shake off our family's mark."
Hearing the old eunuch's emotionless voice, Ding Shou felt a chill. Indeed, after what happened in the court,
he had now confirmed his status as a member of the eunuch faction. Only by taking advantage of Liu Jin's influence could he climb higher. If
Liu Jin were to fall one day, he would surely be shattered to pieces. And what exactly did Liu Jin mean by what he just said? Was it just
a casual remark or did he reveal his true thoughts and intentionally try to pressure him?
After everyone had left, Liu Jin walked up to him and whispered, "What's wrong with that little girl from Huashan
?"
Ding Shou felt a wave of disgust. Ji Quan was really underhanded, tripping him up behind his back. He feigned shame and said, "I was momentarily blinded by lust and caused this trouble for the Eunuch, Huashan Sect. It's really..." Before he could finish speaking, a cold hand lifted his chin. Liu Jin examined his face for a while, making Ding Shou
feel uneasy
.
Liu Jin then casually shook his head and said, "Rippled cheeks, bloodshot eyes, a typical case of
yin and yang imbalance. How old are you, yet you're already showing signs of lust?"
Returning to his seat, Liu Jin said, "Go back and rest. I'll send you two opera
singers later."
"Opera troupe?!"
"In this world, some people love fame, some are greedy for money, and naturally, some are lustful. It's more convenient to keep an opera troupe to entertain guests
." Liu Jin looked through his palm and said unhurriedly.
Ding Shou, filled with doubt, withdrew, wondering why the old eunuch hadn't blamed him for causing trouble for the Eastern Depot.
Looking up, he saw Ji Quan and Chang Jiu chatting idly in the courtyard.
"Old Ji, brother, thank you for reporting the Anyang matter to the Grand Eunuch," Ding Shou greeted him with a forced smile
.
Ji Quan, looking flustered, said, "Fourth Chief, I had no other intention than to inform the Grand Eunuch
so he could be on guard. After all, Mount Hua is one of the nine major sects..."
Ding Shou waved his hand to interrupt, "I know you meant well, that's why I came to thank you. The Grand Eunuch was worried that those
young women from Mount Hua weren't enough, so he gave me two more. I'll have to hold a special banquet to thank him for that another day." He then
strolled away with his hands behind his back.
Ji Quan looked bewildered and said to Chang Jiu beside him, "Ninth Brother, I really didn't mean to climb over others to get ahead, it's just
... I never expected..."
Chang Jiu patted his shoulder, nodded, but didn't speak.
"We can't understand why the Grand Eunuch dotes on him so much." The two turned their heads and saw Qiu Ju with his hands tucked into his sleeves
, his cold eyes fixed on the direction Ding Shou had left. After
all
, the journey had been arduous, and Ding Shou woke up late in the late afternoon, feeling hungry. He heard the door open,
and a clear, melodious voice called out, "Young Master, are you awake? This servant has come to serve you your meal."
As the door opened, two young girls entered carrying trays of food. "This servant, Yi Qing (Yi Hong), has been ordered
to serve you, Young Master."
Ding Shou saw that one girl was dressed in green, and the other in red. Yi Qing had a round face, delicate, arched eyebrows
, and bright red, cherry-like lips adorned with two rows of white, pearly teeth, giving her a playful air. Yi Hong, on the other hand, had an oval
face, thin lips, lively eyes, and a radiant smile.
Lifting their chins and examining them closely, Ding Shou chuckled wickedly, "So you're the ones the Eunuch assigned to me?
"
Seeing them nod, Ding Shou smiled and sat down at the table, pouring himself a drink, "Then how will you serve me?
"
The pretty maid blushed, saying, "Young Master, please have your dinner. I'll sing you a song to entertain you."
She then took a pipa, sat on a stool, and began plucking the strings. The music was like a fishing boat breaking through the water, waves crashing against the shore.
The tune she sang was a Southern opera from Yiyang, lively and invigorating, instantly uplifting the spirit. Meanwhile, Yi Qing took a sip of wine and brought it to
Ding Shou's lips.
Ding Shou pulled Yi Qing across his lap and planted a long kiss on her fragrant lips, making the young girl
moan softly. Wine spilled down her cheeks, and her jade-like arms naturally wrapped around his neck. The second master's hands were not
idle either, slipping under her green skirt and reaching her thigh. Through the thin fabric, he could almost feel the
crevice of flesh. His fingers traced and teased, and soon a hot stream gushed out, slightly wetting his fingers.
Yi Qing's pretty face flushed red. Feeling something firm and hot pressing against her waist and hips, she straightened up and said, "Young master
, please eat your meal. This servant will help you cool down."
"How?" Ding Shou teased.
"Yi Hong will sing you a song, and this servant will play the flute for you."
"Flute? You even brought that?"
Yi Qing touched Ding Shou's crotch, giving him a flirtatious look. "Young master has such a fine 'flute,' why bother going to such lengths?"
Ding Shou's heart fluttered. "Very well, then perform naked and let me have a good look at your figures."
The two women said nothing more and removed their clothes. Yi Hong's skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts were firm, and her two long, jade-like
legs were crossed, with her pipa on them as she continued to play. Only a clump of dark, shiny pubic hair was visible in the shadows where they crossed, which was very
arousing. Yi Qing's skin was snow-white and delicate, her breasts were high and firm, her nipples were bright red like cherries, and her areolas were pink and tempting. Her lower
abdomen was flat, her mons pubis was high and prominent, and her pubic hair, which was thick and sparse but slightly yellow and curly, was just right to cover her mysterious triangle area
. She squatted down and gently unzipped Ding Shou's pants. "Ah!" she exclaimed, startled by the huge thing that sprang out.
Yi Hong, who also saw the huge thing, was also startled, and the music in her hands became disordered.
Ding Shou patted Yi Qing on the back of the head triumphantly. Yi Qing understood and knelt between his legs, her charming
eyes fixed on the thick, long penis in front of her. The glans was purplish-red, and the single eye was glaring. She greedily grabbed the penis and
put it into her cherry-like mouth, sucking and licking it incessantly. She didn't miss a single vein on the shaft or every fold of the scrotum
. Her pink neck moved up and down, and her small mouth opened and closed incessantly, until Ding Shou's eyes were slightly closed, and his
penis swelled up and down. Clear, transparent fluid occasionally seeped from the urethral opening, which was quickly
sucked clean by his tender red mouth.
Overwhelmed by his skillful oral techniques, Master Ding couldn't control himself. He pressed down on her head until her fragrant lips touched his lower abdomen
. He felt the glans being tightly gripped by a narrow cavity before stopping. The woman beneath him was in agony but
couldn't utter a sound, only pounding her thighs with her fists. When Master Ding released her, she spat out the enormous object in his mouth,
panting heavily. Wiping the saliva from her lips, she said, "Master's penis is huge, it almost killed me
."
Playing with her breasts, Master Ding said, "Oh? You've never encountered one of this size before."
"Young Master, you're a godlike figure, no one can compare. Even those with extraordinary talent can't match
your fiery and enormous member. I feel like I'm melting the moment I touch it," Yi Qing gasped.
He beckoned Yihong to sit on his lap, and, inhaling the fragrance of her breast milk, Ding Shou said, "Then
tell me, what kind of people have you encountered before?"
Yihong gestured for Yiqing to continue sucking and teasing, while she herself sat on Ding Shou's lap, pouring wine and serving dishes,
saying as she served, "What kind of people could there be? They were all strange and unusual. Once, I served a general. He
was quite sturdy, but his thing was bent. It didn't reach the itchy spot in my hole, but poked my flesh painfully. There
was also some deputy general. He was well-endowed, a full seven inches long, but he was all show and no substance. He was all show and no
substance, leaving people feeling awkward and having to insincerely praise his bravery and invincibility."
"Wasn't it ever a long time?"
Yi Qing, who was sucking and licking, spat out the penis and looked up, saying, "Of course there was. There was this old local official, all
sanctimonious and hypocritical. First, he played around with me for a while, then suddenly pounced on me on the bed and
did it for over an hour, rubbing my little hole until it was swollen. He still wouldn't stop, and in the end, he even got a stroke
. I was almost scared to death."
"That man died just like that?" Ding Shou became interested. Such a bizarre thing.
"How could that be? I quickly used a silver hairpin to prick his philtrum and shamelessly shouted for help. Luckily, Eunuch
Gu was with me that day and was nearby. He patted him all over and brought him back to his senses. Afterwards, Eunuch Gu smelled
his wine cup and cursed, 'At such an old age, still taking bald chicken powder? Isn't he courting death?'" At this point,
he seemed to recall the scene and covered his mouth to laugh.
Stroking the two women's smooth skin,
Ding Shou praised, "You two have such fine skin, so delicate and smooth, like jade."
Yi Qing, who was kneading her testicles with her small hands, looked up and said, "This servant is hardly worthy of the title 'jade-like skin .' If Yu Jie
were here, that would truly be jade-like skin, making the whole room shine."
"Oh, where is that Yu Jie?" Ding Shou wondered to himself if he asked the old eunuch for another one, would he be
seen as taking advantage of him?
Yi Hong gave Yi Qing a reproachful look, then stuffed a cherry from her nipple into Ding Shou's mouth. "Young master, don't listen to her
. Yu Jie is different from us. Even Eunuch Liu might not know. Ouch, it hurts..."
Ding Shou rubbed his nipple between his teeth and mumbled, "Tell me what you know quickly, don't hide anything
."
"She was sold to the opera troupe by a camel merchant. According to her, she came from an official family.
Her father's surname was Zhou, and he seemed to be some kind of official in Datong. He was imprisoned for some reason, and she and her mother, Tan, were demoted to the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution
). When her home was searched, she escaped and took a camel merchant as her adoptive father, but unexpectedly, she was sold to the capital..." 　　Before Yi Hong could finish speaking, Yi Qing, distracted from playing the flute, interjected, "When she first joined the opera troupe
, 　　she studied diligently. Coming from a family of scholars, she had studied and practiced the zither since childhood; her talent far surpassed that of maids. It wasn't until one day when we were kept to 　　entertain guests that she realized the opera troupe required overnight service. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, she secretly ran away. 　　The troupe leader, fearing punishment for losing such a fine woman, strictly forbade anyone to mention it." 　　"What's her mother's name?" 　　"Tan… right, I heard her name is Tan Shuzhen." Although Yi Qing was talkative, her memory wasn't bad. 　　Tan Shuzhen, she'd like to see her sometime. They say daughters resemble their mothers; if the mother isn't bad-looking, she'd have to 　　find someone to look for this Zhou Yujie. 　　"Young master, let's live for today, don't worry about others' shortcomings. With us sisters here, why 　　think so much?" Yi Hong said coquettishly, swaying her breasts. 　　"Well said, I'll now discuss its merits with you." Ding Shou picked up Yi Hong, his purplish-red mushroom head aimed at 　　her small, bun-like opening, and thrust in with a "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position. 　　"Ouch, so...so long...so thick, it's hitting my throat." The red-hot iron rod 　　was inserted into Yi Hong's fleshy opening, gripped tightly by the tender flesh inside. Yi Hong's vagina was stretched swollen and bulging 　　. An indescribable stimulating pleasure quickly flowed through her entire body, numb, itchy, and sore. 　　A hot stream gushed from her flower core, and she climaxed instantly. 　　Ding Shou, however, felt a sensation of both ice and fire. Yi Hong's opening was shallow, and only a large part of his rod was inserted, with a small section still 　　outside. The upper half was warm and comfortable inside, but the lower half was left exposed. Helpless, he held her slender waist 　　and thrust downwards with all his might, pushing in an inch more.

"No, young master, it's penetrated..." Yi Hong cried out in anguish.
Just as things were reaching a point of stagnation, Ding Shou felt a warm, delicate tongue licking back and forth at their point of union, making up for
the pleasure of not being able to penetrate to the very end.
While Yi Qing licked the base of his penis, her other hand caressed Ding Shou's perineum and scrotum, making Ding Shou so happy that he sucked
on one of her nipples and tasted it, while his other hand grabbed Yi Hong's full breasts, squeezing and rubbing her nipples, his hips moving in sync with Yi
Hong's twisting and thrusting upwards.
Yi Hong's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short gasps, her flower core wide open, her blood boiling. Waves of itching and trembling
washed over her as she writhed her plump, white buttocks, moaning,
"Ouch...ouch...ah...ah...so good...I'm dying...I'm being fucked to death...ah...oh
...it's hitting my flower core again...yes...I'm going to lose it...oh...oh...it's so wonderful!"
Another gush of yin essence shot out, her jade arms and legs no longer obeying her commands, completely paralyzed
, her delicate body limp and powerless, lying on Ding Shou's body.
Ding Shou suddenly stood up, sweeping the food and wine on the table to the ground. He placed Yi Hong on the table, pulled up Yi Qing,
and sucked and bit her with his fragrant tongue, lifting her up by her upturned buttocks. Yi Hong cooperated, her bright
red flesh pressing against his purplish-red glans.
With a muffled groan, unable to cry out because her mouth was covered, Yiqing's tears welled up. She felt
as if a red-hot iron rod was churning inside her vagina, causing her whole body to tense up. Pain, numbness, soreness, itching, and
pleasure all mingled together. She slowly twisted her waist and turned her hips. Ding Shou buried his head in her breasts; the bright
red nipples, the size of grapes, were beautiful and captivating.
Ding Shou's enthusiasm grew, thrusting into the jade-like body in his arms, each time penetrating to the hilt. When the head of his penis touched and
rubbed against her clitoris several times, Yiqing couldn't help but cry out, arching her upper body and hugging Ding Shou even tighter
. Her whole body convulsed, and gushing vaginal fluids flowed out.
She didn't know how many times she had ejaculated. Yiqing could no longer cry out, her face turned pale, and fragrant sweat poured
down her face. Her teeth were clenched, and her whole body trembled. Ding Shou still thrust tirelessly.
"Young Master, Yiqing can't go on anymore, she'll die if we keep going." Yihong, who had woken up at some point, pleaded softly
.
Ding Shou looked at the limp Yiqing, placed her on the couch, and turned around. "She can't go on anymore, but
you're still here."
Watching Ding Shou rushing towards her with his long spear, Yihong's lower body was so heavy she could barely feel it. She could only
push him away, saying, "No... I can't go on... Ah!"
Ding Shou had already parted her jade legs, knocked on her entrance, and began to thrust...
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Battle of the
Embroidered Uniform Guards The main hall of the Northern Garrison Command, filled with a chilling atmosphere, was filled with the Embroidered Uniform Guards' commanders, vice commanders, garrison commanders, commanders of thousands
, commanders of hundreds, captains, captains, captains, and strongmen, all lined up from the hall to the courtyard. They were all dressed in flying
fish robes, with embroidered spring knives at their waists, a vast, dark mass, each with a solemn expression.
"Commander Shi has arrived." A drawn-out voice came from the doorway.
Shi Wenyi, wearing a black gauze hat, a scarlet robe embroidered with tiger and leopard patterns, a gold lychee belt, and black official boots,
strode in with an imposing air. Ding Shou, similarly dressed, followed closely behind.
After swaggering to the main hall behind the desk, Shi Wenyi bowed slightly, gesturing for Ding Shou to sit to his left.
Ding Shou secretly scoffed, thinking, "I know you have great respect for the grand eunuch behind me, but there's no need to be so eager to show
it. This shrugging and bowing completely ruins the official air you just displayed.
" Unaware of his own arrogance, Shi Wenyi sat down in the hall and declared loudly, "A new official taking office and not paying respects?
Is this how Weng Taibei manages the Embroidered Uniform Guard?" Several minor officials, upon hearing this, wanted to bow, but were pulled back by their colleagues, who gestured for Baili 　　Ben and Qu Xingwu
to stand before them . 　　Baili Benchou's face remained expressionless. Qu Xingwu coughed, stepped forward, and stood still. "How does the Commander of the Imperial Guard manage the 　　Embroidered Uniform Guard? Doesn't Deputy Envoy Shi know? Oh, I forgot, since being flogged a few years ago, 　　Deputy Envoy Shi has been staying home on sick leave. How come your buttock injury is healed?" 　　A burst of laughter erupted from below. "Qu Xingwu, Weng Taibei is already imprisoned. I am now the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. 　　You'd better be clear about that." Shi Wenyi was enraged. 　　"Although Deputy Envoy Weng is imprisoned, he has not been dismissed from his post. It's too early for Deputy Envoy Shi to think he can usurp the position." Qu Xingwu 　　refused to budge. 　　Shi Wenyi cupped his hands diagonally upwards. "The Emperor's decree has ordered me to take charge of the Guard 　　. Do you still intend to disobey the decree?" 　　"Paying homage to one's superior is a matter of course, but what right does this lackey of the Eastern Depot have to sit in the hall and receive our homage?" 　　Qu Xingwu pointed his sword at Ding Shou. 　　"That's right! What Eastern Depot has entered the Embroidered Uniform Guard? Get him out!" The Embroidered Uniform Guard officers and men shouted 　　, their voices rising in commotion. 　　Shi Wenyi glanced at Ding Shou's face, and seeing no sign of displeasure, he relaxed. He knew that this Fourth 　　Commander had come to the Embroidered Uniform Guard ostensibly to help, but also to test his own abilities. If he couldn't control these people, Liu 　　Jin probably wouldn't mind replacing him with someone else. He slammed his hand on the desk. 　　"Silence! Due to the death of Ding Yanshan, the Vice Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Ding Shou is hereby appointed as 　　the Vice Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. From now on, we are all colleagues. Any objections?" 　　Ding Shou glanced sideways at Shi Wenyi. *I have no grudge against you.* *You're just using me as a scapegoat 　　.* 　　Mentioning Ding Yanshan, Qu Xingwu mourned his old friend and said indignantly, "Our official positions are all earned through merit. 　　How dare this brat be ranked alongside us? Brothers, do you agree?" 　　"No!" The crowd, who had been whispering, erupted into a clamor. "I've performed three great deeds and 　　suffered seven wounds before reaching the position of deputy commander. Why is this kid above me?" Deputy commander Zhang Biao 　　shouted first. 　　"Unfair! Unfair! We'll go to the palace to complain!" The voices grew louder, everyone filled with indignation. 　　Shi Wenyi panicked. If this reached the Emperor, Liu Jin would probably be the first to skin him alive 　　. Moreover, there was a group of noble officials in the Embroidered Uniform Guard. These young masters were all granted their positions through ancestral privilege. They rarely 　　showed up for duty but were always eager for trouble. If they stirred things up, his career would be over. 　　He looked helplessly at Ding Shou.

Ding Shou slowly stood up. He wasn't worried. Some of these people might feel it was unfair, but
there were many unfair things in the world. Going to the capital for such a small matter? You might as well get thirty strokes of the cane from the Emperor. As long as the ringleader was dealt with swiftly
, the trouble would subside on its own. Having made up his mind, his eyes locked onto Qu Xingwu, the Nine-Section Soul-Chasing Whip.
Qu Xingwu, having instigated the trouble, was naturally prepared. Seeing Ding Shou looking at him, he smiled coldly, his hand
already gripping the Soul-Chasing Whip at his waist. He was ready to disappear into the crowd as soon as Ding Shou made his move. True,
the appointment and removal of officials within his own department was indeed difficult to report to the Emperor, but if the Northern Garrison suffered internal strife and numerous deaths, it would be enough to make the Emperor take notice
. He wanted everyone to know that without Lord Weng, no one could control the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
All his attention was focused on Ding Shou, waiting for him to make his move, when suddenly a sharp pain
shot through his chest. A sharp blade pierced through his heart from behind. Qu Xingwu was filled with astonishment; the blade that had pierced his chest was none other than his colleague and friend's iron judge's pen. He struggled
to turn his head, but Baili Ben's ugly face remained expressionless.
"You...you...good..." With a thud, Qu Xingwu collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open in death. The
previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly, never expecting that Baili Ben, Lord Weng's favorite general, would
be the first to betray him.
"Qu Xingwu disobeyed orders, committed treason, and showed no respect for the emperor. He has been executed. Do you all wish to follow suit?"
Baili Ben coldly surveyed the crowd.
The crowd remained silent.
Baili Ben knelt on one knee, "Your subordinate greets the Commander."
With a loud crash, all the officers and lieutenants of the Embroidered Uniform Guard knelt on one knee in unison, "Your subordinate greets the Commander."
The situation changed abruptly. Shi Wenyi, with a calm and collected expression, sat imposingly in the hall, "Brothers, you've worked hard
. Rise."
"Thank you, Commander!" came the unanimous reply, the sound echoing through the roof tiles.
Watching Shi Wenyi's face change faster than flipping through a book, Ding Shou nodded. This kid could be an official.
**********
...

"Du Xingye!" Ding Shou was startled upon recognizing the newcomer. The once unyielding Seven Star Fortress Master now
stood meekly with his hands at his sides.
Liu Jin gave a soft "hmm" in response. "From now on, you'll follow Brother Shou and obey his orders."
Du Xingye bowed his head in obedience. Liu Jin waved him away, and seeing Ding Shou's questioning gaze, chuckled, "
After surviving Old Qiu's clutches, even the toughest man will be melted."
Ding Shou understood, gaining a new appreciation for this eunuch who always looked at people with a sinister gaze, and resolved never
to fall into his hands alive again.
Since there was nothing else, Ding Shou prepared to take his leave, but Liu Jin's last words almost tripped him up.
"Pack your things, you're coming with me to the palace to meet the Emperor tomorrow."
"Ah?!"
"His Majesty wishes to see what kind of person Weng Taibei has impeached..."
Upon seeing the Emperor, Ding Shou, from later generations, had little impression of this emperor. Not only him, but aside from
Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor, and Jianwen and Yongle during the Jingnan Campaign, he only knew of the hanged Chongzhen Emperor.
Only now, in this era, did he have some understanding of the previous emperors, but it was all just hearsay, and he wasn't even sure if it was true. What?
He hadn't studied history well? Damn it, he'd studied it too well! Completely exam-oriented education: world history in high school,
revolutionary history in university. It's said that, aside from the Ming Dynasty, Han, Tang, Song, and Yuan Dynasties, who can name all the emperors in between? Compared
to the Qing Dynasty emperors, thanks to the popularity of period dramas, most people can name eight or nine out of ten. They were all idle
, spending their days either incognito chasing women or embroiled in palace intrigue. Then, some lecturer on a popular TV program would make a comparison, claiming that
the Qing Dynasty was ruled by wise and virtuous rulers, while the Ming Dynasty was full of scoundrels. Even the people raised by these supposedly wise rulers were
puzzled: how could such a virtuous ruler have managed to maintain the dynasty for 160-170 years without its sudden collapse? It's truly incomprehensible
. Later generations of scholars and masters still beat their chests and swear to the heavens that these emperors only knew how to play with crickets, do carpentry, fool around
, and take aphrodisiacs, as if the nearly three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty's rule were built with urine.
Although Ding Shou didn't completely believe in later films, television dramas, and the pronouncements of masters, he truly had no
idea what to do with the current young emperor. The lack of understanding only added to the mystery. Everyone said serving a ruler was like serving a tiger; who knew what kind of person this kid was? Ding Shou
was so worried he'd pulled out several strands of hair, and hadn't even slept with any women. This gave
the two women, whose eyes were bruised and whose steps were unsteady from being manipulated for the past few days, a chance to catch their breath.
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The next morning, Ding Shou followed Liu Jin into the Imperial City through the Dong'an Gate. The Imperial City not only housed the Imperial Ancestral Temple,
the Altar of Earth and Grain, and the Temple of Guan Yu, but also the offices of the four departments, eight bureaus, and twelve supervisory offices of the so-called Twenty-Four Offices
. Naturally, the so-called Inner Eastern Depot was also located there. However, Ding Shou didn't think much of the Inner Eastern Depot's location; it was next to the Bathhouse
Department on one side and adjacent to the Imperial Kitchen on the other, providing a one-stop service for the Eastern Depot's staff in the Imperial City.
After passing through Dong'anli Gate, Dongshangzhong Gate, and Donghua Gate, they finally entered the Forbidden City. Ding Shou looked around,
seeing the imposing Han generals standing in various places, solemn and dignified. The imperial majesty was incomparable to what one would pay to visit in later generations.
"Eunuch, why don't we go through the Meridian Gate?" He still had the knowledge that the Meridian Gate was the main gate of the Forbidden City. In later generations, ordinary
people could enter through the main gate, so why did the corrupt feudal class have to sneak in through the side gate?
"Meridian Gate? Civil and military officials go through the left side of the Meridian Gate, and members of the imperial family go through the right side. The main gate is not
to be opened lightly except for the emperor. The empress goes through it once for the emperor's wedding, and the top three scholars in the palace examination go through it once.
Which one do you want me to take you through?"
Ding Shou sniffed and said awkwardly, "Never mind then, I was just asking."
"Where did this country bumpkin come from, with his shifty eyes and ill-mannered manners?" A long-faced eunuch approached
and sneered sarcastically.
"Old Fan, Eunuch Wang is waiting for us to discuss matters; it's best not to cause trouble,"
said an elderly eunuch whose eyebrows were almost entirely gone.
"What are you saying, Eunuch Xiao? Our Directorate of Ceremonial is the head of the inner court. If
we let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry into the palace, wouldn't that be dereliction of duty?"
Liu Jin looked at the two eunuchs without showing any emotion, and said to Ding Shou, "Young man, these two are Eunuch
Xiao Jing, the attendant eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, and Eunuch Fan Heng, the scribe. Come and pay your respects."
Fan Heng's eyebrows twitched. The Directorate of Ceremonial was the head of the twenty-four departments of the inner court, with the power
to approve memorials. The chief eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial was known as the Inner Minister. As the scribe, he was at least equivalent to the second-in-command of the cabinet. Yet Liu Jin
deliberately placed him after the attendant eunuch Xiao Jing, clearly showing his contempt.
"What's the background of this person beside Eunuch Liu? Could he be another newcomer brought in by His Majesty? Has he been registered since entering the palace? I
hope he doesn't cause any scandals in the forbidden palace. Hehe, I think it's best to deal with him once and for all." Fan Heng
had already decided to make things difficult for the young man beside Liu Jin.
"Damn it, do you want to cut me in half?"
Ding Shou stepped forward, ready to turn hostile, but Liu Jin stopped him, took out a silk handkerchief and gently covered his nose
, saying leisurely, "It's been a while since I've seen Eunuch Fan. I wonder how your 'Thunderbolt Palm' is coming along? Why not take
this opportunity to teach me?"
Fan Heng's face changed, but he forced a smile and said, "If Eunuch Liu is in the mood, I'll gladly oblige, but Eunuch Wang has matters
to discuss and can't be delayed. I'll ask for your guidance another day." He turned and left without lingering.
Xiao Jing cupped his hands and said, "Eunuch Fan is just like that. Please forgive him for my sake, Eunuch Liu."
Liu Jin bowed and said, "Eunuch Xiao, you flatter me. You are a senior in the palace. There's nothing you can't say. Let's have
tea together another day."
Xiao Jing smiled at Ding Shou again and also turned and left.
"Grand Eunuch?" Ding Shou walked to Liu Jin's side.
Liu Jin waved his hand, "Fan Heng is nothing but a lackey of Wang Yue, the Director of the Directorate of Ceremonial, and is not worth mentioning. This Xiao
Jing is too senior; he has been serving the Emperor since the time of Emperor Yingzong and has a good reputation both in and out of the court. Do not offend him easily." Ding Shou knew this was a hint, and bowed his head, saying,
"
Thank you for your guidance, Eunuch."
Following Liu Jin, they arrived outside the Fengtian Hall, the foremost of the three main halls, about ten zhang high, with five ridges and four slopes
, flying eaves and mythical beasts, the place for grand court ceremonies. Liu Jin and Ding Shou stood outside the hall on a white marble
railing carved with dragons and phoenixes, and Liu Jin loudly announced, "This servant Liu Jin requests an audience with the Emperor."
A series of firecrackers crackled, and a dark figure darted out from the hall. Ding Shou dodged, but suddenly his body went
limp and he lost all strength. Liu Jin had somehow seized his pulse. Ding Shou was astonished that the old eunuch might be setting up a trap
when the dark figure was already upon them. It turned out to be a black dog with a monkey riding on it.
The black dog weaved past them, but the monkey leaped up and landed on Ding Shou's veil.
Laughter erupted from inside the hall. "Old Liu, you weren't scared this time."
Liu Jin chuckled, "Your Majesty has miscalculated again; someone else has taken the blame for this old servant." A
surprised voice filled the hall. A young man strode out, wearing a black winged crown and a
red, round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe with a dragon design. Seeing Ding Shou's comical appearance with the monkey riding on his head, he laughed heartily. Upon
closer inspection, "Haha, it's you!"

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