Hong Fu Nu and General Li

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 followers of Taoism and immortality, 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 and 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 was nicknamed "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 feeling 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; between the 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 shyly, 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.

As Yang Su thrust in and out, the flowing vaginal fluid, aided by 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 wonderful. Although there was still a slight pain, it was no match for the rising 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 driven to moan softly, a mixture of weeping and ecstasy, her cries growing louder with each rapid breath, until finally they were almost hoarse cries. Hong Fu's waves of orgasm caused the contractions and pulsations 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 throbbed and swelled. Knowing his semen was about to ejaculate, he held Hong Fu tightly, pressing their bodies together completely, 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 wave of pleasure wash over her, her mind blank, before she fainted. Time flowed by, and Yang

Su

grew increasingly old. One day, the osmanthus blossoms in the west hall were in full bloom. Lord Yue invited his staff to a banquet, with his concubines following behind. At the banquet, everyone spoke many flattering words, but only Li Xuansui said, "Lord Yue is of high rank and noble status, and his name resounds throughout the world. What he owes is only one elixir from Laozi."

Yang Su understood his meaning, knowing that his favor with the emperor would probably not last long. Yang Su pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "I think there's no need to use the Laozi's Elixir. As for matters in the inner court, there are ways to handle them."

The next day, Yang Su sat in the inner courtyard, opened the inner and outer brocade screens wide, and gathered all his concubines. He said, "I think you have served here for a long time, and I'm afraid you've wasted your youth. Today, if any of you concubines are willing to leave and choose a husband, stand on the left; if you are not willing to leave, stand on the right." Upon hearing this, everyone was like birds released from a cage. Hundreds of them shuffled and stood on the left; dozens huddled together and stood on the right.

At this moment, two women stepped forward 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 wept silently, while Hong Fu spoke up, "Your Excellency's great favor in allowing us concubines to choose our spouses is a rare and wonderful event; but I have heard the ancients say, 'The deepest gratitude 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 with thanks.

At this moment, Yang Su felt surprisingly relaxed and at ease. From then on, he naturally showered all his affection on Hong Fu and Princess Lechang. However, they did not stay in the Yang residence for long, each finding their own final resting place in their own way.

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Yang Su was an avid Go player. During his military career, he would still seek out an opponent in his tent for a few games. Since dismissing his concubines, he often had Hong Fu accompany him in playing Go.

On this day, the morning sun shone into the Luohong Pavilion, and in the spacious listening hall, Yang Su was playing Go with Hong Fu.

"Master, you've lost five pieces to me again this game. You seem rather unsettled lately. Shall we play again?" Hongfu's deep, pool-like eyes glanced sideways at her master. Hongfu looked no more than twenty, with a graceful and charming figure.

Yang Su chuckled a few times: "Again, again! I haven't played chess with you for a few days, and you've improved quite a bit. Perhaps you've received some expert guidance?"

"Which expert could possibly surpass a master like you? However..." Hongfu continued, "If we're talking about improvement, I have to thank you, Master!"

"When have I ever taught you anything?" Yang Su asked, puzzled.

"Please look, sir!" Hong Fu pulled out a yellowed book from behind her back, the cover of which read "Essentials of Chess Rules." She said, "I found it in your library."

"I see. This is a rare copy I made many years ago!"

"Sir, I'll play another game, but if I win three in a row, what will you reward me with?" Hong Fu tilted her head, her hand holding the chess piece without moving, her simple-mindedness immediately captivating Yang Su.

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 would a woman have for it?" "

It's useful!" Hong Fu said firmly.

"Alright, then! Come, set up the chessboard!"

The two were engrossed in their game, 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 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 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 she spoke with 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 his games, commanded with unwavering composure, repelling the Wei army; Xie An grasped the essence of chess and 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 one more question, please forgive my abruptness."

"Please speak, sir." "

Miss Hongfu, I enjoy composing poetry and am quite perceptive in observing things. I have seen that red duster, which I hold in my hand from morning till night, yet it is neither Buddha nor immortal, neither Confucian nor Taoist. I wonder what the story behind it is?" "

This... Hongfu?" Hongfu stammered, remaining silent. 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, and all I do every day is brush away smoke, wipe away dust, swatter mayflies, and scatter willow catkins; I sweep the courtyard to brighten the windows and tables, and 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 arts and illusions, along with 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, there were over 18,000 musicians playing instruments. The entire Eastern Capital Imperial City was transformed into a stage, and even the bustling marketplace became a stage for song and dance.

Xue Daoheng sighed and continued, "The Emperor spends so much money, just to show off to foreign tribes how wealthy, prosperous, and flourishing our dynasty is!"

Hearing this, Yang Su felt very displeased. The Emperor had ordered him to guard the Western Capital, yet the court was holding a grand celebration in the Eastern Capital Imperial Palace 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 and show the prosperity of our dynasty. You must write a poem then! Haha...!"

Xue Daoheng shook his head repeatedly, saying hastily, "Lord Yang! This is not appropriate, not appropriate! I'm afraid it would be considered 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 door.

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This person seeking an audience outside the door was none other than Li Jing, who would later become a famous general who shook the world and helped found 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 possessed both literary and military talents, and was also tall, handsome, and incredibly strong. Unfortunately, his uncle Han Qinhu passed away when he was young, and for more than a decade, Li Jing had no one to support him, only serving as the assistant prefect of the remote Mayi County. Although he submitted ten memorials to the emperor seeking advancement, they all seemed to sink without a trace. 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 memorials, went straight to Yang's residence. The gatekeepers, seeing that he was a commoner, ignored him for a long time.

Later, Li Jing had a flash of inspiration and handed over his request for an audience along with his Green Dragon Sword. It wasn't until noon that he was allowed to enter the grand courtyard.

Li Jing entered the listening hall, only to find Yang Su dressed in ordinary clothes, sitting arrogantly in a chair, resting with his eyes closed. Two beautiful women were kneeling and massaging his legs, and some kind of incense was burning on the table, emitting a tantalizing fragrance.

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."

"Is it urgent? Let's talk about it 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, which I would like to offer to Your Excellency."

"Speak!"

"When I requested an audience at the gate, I saw that many virtuous men were turned away. Today, the world is in chaos, and heroes are rising up everywhere. As a high-ranking official of the imperial family, Your Excellency's prestige extends throughout the land, and your virtue shines throughout the world. You should be focused 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, "What you say makes perfect sense."

"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 wasted resources, leading to endless wars and widespread suffering, with bones strewn across the fields, the withering of able-bodied men, and the abandonment of farmland? Meanwhile, those rebellious officials and traitors have gathered in the mountains, calling upon their cronies, plotting rebellion, and harboring ambitions to seize power. The people yearn for peace and stability, to recuperate and live in peace and prosperity. They earnestly hope that someone will urge His Majesty to cease hostilities 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 speak so eloquently!"

"Haha, haha! Exhilarating! I haven't heard such eloquent words in a long time." At this moment, Yang Su's face lit up with joy, his expression radiant, and he burst into laughter. Coughing, tears streaming down his face, he slumped onto the couch, shook his head, waved his hand, and said, "Prepare a banquet! I've 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're thoroughly drunk. Musicians, play my newly composed 'Song of Longing for You.' And Miss Hongfu, holding the fan of Lady Ban, dance 'The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water' for this old man, so that young master Li

may also appreciate your beauty. 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 was attending him, and fell fast asleep, ignoring Li Jing completely. Li Jing could only return to his inn dejectedly.

From the moment Li Jing entered, Hongfu's shrewd eyes never left him. As Li Jing left dejectedly, Hong Fu's eyes flashed with determination, and she made a momentous decision.

(II)

The inn was desolate, the lamp was dim, and the quilt was cold. Li Jing couldn't sleep. Master Yang Su's behavior was like a riddle, leaving him confused and unable to understand. Several mournful cries of wild geese came from outside the window, probably indicating that it was already past midnight.

Suddenly, someone knocked on 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, wearing a purple robe and black shawl, slipping into the room. Li Jing looked at his fair and handsome face, which seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He asked doubtfully, "Who are you...?"

"I am from the Yue Gong Mansion... Don't you recognize me, Young Master?" His voice was as clear as a silver bell.

"Did Master Yang send you? Could it be that he…?"

"No! I came on my own." With that, she removed her crown and sash, took off her purple robe, revealing a high bun and a flowing skirt. She was a captivating woman. Li Jing's heart pounded. Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared before his eyes, and the woman flicked a red whisk hidden beside her, saying, "Young master, do you remember 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. Her dance, "The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water," was graceful and elegant. At that time, her long sleeves fluttered, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she was charming and graceful… but at the time, he was preoccupied with anxiety and had not paid attention to her.

Li Jing asked in surprise, "Miss, why have you come here so late at night?"

Hong Fu, her face flushed with a hint of shyness, softly replied, "I have seen many people in this world, but none can compare to you, sir. My dream is not unique; I wish to rely on you, so I have come to you, sir. I hope you will not abandon me."

Li Jing saw the beautiful woman standing before him, her beauty so captivating that it illuminated the entire room. Overjoyed, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but grasp Hong Fu's slender hand, saying emotionally, "How could you find yourself in this humble alleyway so late at night? You must be cold. Let me make you a bowl of soup..."

"Sir, no need!" Hong Fu sat down gracefully, gazing at Li Jing with eyes as deep as pools, filled with tenderness.

In his excitement, Li Jing suddenly thought, "This woman is a complete stranger to me, we've only met once, yet she's eloped here. Could she be a frivolous, reckless, and alluring woman? However, 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 Hong Fu, and said, "Li Jing was originally a minor official, now wandering the world, drifting through the dust of life..." "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. Now, Hong Fu has come to you, young master, not only for her own future, but also for your future, and even more so for the sake of the nation. It is not a momentary impulse, and I hope you can understand my sincerity."

Li Jing heard these words as if struck by lightning, extraordinary and astonishing, waiting 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 and anger, 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 should I 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 eagerly asked, "Tell me quickly!"

"Young Master, you could move to the Yang residence. Firstly, this would allow you to express your true feelings to Lord Yue. Secondly, you could 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 could carry out this in Lord Yue's stead?"

"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! They all want 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 on 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, Young Master, were to join him, you would 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, with the bearing of Emperor Gaozu of Han and the martial prowess 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-to-skin contact making Li Jing's blood boil, and 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, her eyes revealing a strange light. 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 Hong Fu's vulva, he felt its slippery, slippery texture; 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, constricting 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!

"Ah!..." 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 trembling. 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 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 the earth. When she slowly regained consciousness from the dizziness of the orgasm, she realized that Li Jing had his head 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 said with feeling, "Hong Fu, my love?... "

Hong Fu interrupted Li Jing and said softly, "Li Lang, you still call me "Miss" even now!?"

Li Jing looked up at Hong Fu, not knowing how to answer for a moment, and only said, "Wife..." and then kissed her red lips.

Perhaps, at this moment, silence speaks louder than words...

(III)

Birds chirped and the sound 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, to roam Leyou Plain, and then head straight for Lingshi. I will then escort you to Taiyuan, how about that?"

Li Jing nodded in agreement, his heart overflowing with sweetness and boundless pride.

After

a long and arduous journey, the two arrived in Lingshi and checked into a small inn.

Once settled and freshened up, Li Jing, seeing Hongfu back in her women's clothing, instantly felt all his weariness vanish. Although Hongfu looked slightly tired, she couldn't hide her beautiful and intelligent appearance, and now, nourished by love, she wore a charming and happy smile.

Li Jing embraced Hong Fu tightly, content with his career and family life settled, unable to hide his joy. He sighed, "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, teasingly saying in a soft, sweet voice, "Li Lang's lofty ambition and his 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, and he said excitedly, "My wife, I will never betray you in this life! 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 it 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 easily moved Hong Fu's hand, which was merely feigning concealment and offering no real resistance, away, and casually opened her robe, revealing her firm, towering breasts. Li Jing lowered his head and took one of Hong Fu's nipples into his mouth.

He passionately teased her with his lips and tongue, while his hands caressed her vulva. "Mmm!" Waves of tingling pleasure washed over her, causing Hong Fu to writhe and tremble, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly, "Oh...oh...don't...don't...lick anymore...ah...it's itchy..." Her wanton demeanor was a stark contrast to her usual quiet and virtuous self. After

kissing her delicate breasts for a while, Li Jing moved his lips over Hong Fu's body, sometimes her neck, sometimes her shoulders; sometimes her abdomen, sometimes her navel; his fingers even probed into her moist, warm... He was teasing her inside. Hong Fu was aroused by Li Jing, waves of heat surging forth, and the fluids made her feel as if insects were crawling and tingling inside, an unbearable tingling sensation. Hong Fu moaned wantonly, "Ah... Li Lang... I... I want..."

Hearing Hong Fu's wanton cries, Li Jing was also overcome with lust. He quickly stripped off his clothes, pressed himself against her, and licked her earlobe while rubbing his hard penis against her vulva. Hong Fu's tender labia seemed to feel the heat of Li Jing's penis, burning her entire body; his penis...

[The End]

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