The Legend of Northern Qi, Chapters 7-9 (Xuan Zheng (nsjlt))

Legend of Northern Qi

Author: Xuan Zheng (nsjlt)
Word Count: 12883 Chapter Seven: The Henan Prefect Flees, Er Gouzi Loses a Secret Letter
Yuwen Tai personally selected generals and dispatched troops to the border of Qi, wanting to test his strength against Gao Yang. Gao Yang also actively accepted the challenge. Gao Yang knew in his heart that this battle might not actually happen, but the scale had to be grand. This operation was not about conquering cities and , but about putting on a show to let Yuwen Tai know that he, Gao Yang, could maintain his Great Qi regime. Gao Yang, accompanied by Situ Faluan, led 50,000 veteran soldiers towards Jianzhou. These 50,000 veteran soldiers had experienced many battlefields and were well-trained. Why lead these veterans? It was to let Yuwen Tai see his ability to control the army. These veterans were skilled in fighting and were also experts in formation drills; at least they looked like a respectable central army. Furthermore, Gao Yang ordered all troops near Jianzhou to be assembled within Jianzhou territory. He intended to fight Yuwen Tai to the death in Jianzhou. Western Wei, Yuwen Tai's main tent. Inside the dimly lit tent, only a few people were present. These were all Yuwen Tai's confidants, sharing an unspoken understanding. Yuwen Tai said to his nephew Yuwen Hu, "My dear nephew, you are now a great general. I brought you here hoping you can achieve even greater heights." General Yuwen Hu immediately knelt down, "I swear to follow the Prime Minister to the death! I am willing to lead 20,000 elite troops to sweep away that brat Gao Yang!" Yuwen Tai nodded in satisfaction, "Good, here are 20,000 troops. Tomorrow, kill all the traitors." The next day , Yuwen Hu, dressed in his general's armor, rode a tall, handsome horse into the midst of thousands of troops. With a handsome face, a high-bridged nose, and piercing eyes, he exuded an imposing aura as soon as he entered the army. Yuwen Hu was a man revered by his soldiers, who treated him like family. In his early years, Yuwen Hu had studied under a highly accomplished hermit, learning a set of excellent military strategies that made him invincible. Yuwen Hu, sword in hand, commanded his thousands of troops towards the border of Qi. Leaving the Central Plains of Western Wei, they stormed into Luozhou of Northern Qi. Wang Ling, the governor of Henan Commandery in Luozhou, Northern Qi, was terrified upon hearing the news of the approaching Western Wei army. He immediately summoned the county magistrate and the county commandant to discuss countermeasures. The three finally agreed to flee together that afternoon. It turned out that Henan Commandery was deserted; recently, Gao Yang had issued numerous orders, and local troops had been transferred to other places, with most of the Henan Commandery's soldiers already transferred to Jianzhou. The entire Luozhou was populated by farmers; the men were incapable of fighting. Prefect Wang Ling, with his wife and youngest son, packed his belongings and tucked the county seal into his robes. He sent a servant on a half-dead donkey with an official document to Jianzhou. The document simply stated that Wang Ling had led his troops in a desperate resistance, but due to divine intervention, he was unable to win and had to retreat to Jianzhou. In reality, Wang Ling had no soldiers; how could he have fought a war? However, in ancient times, communication was underdeveloped, so he could say whatever he wanted, and in the chaos of war , no one would investigate such a minor official. Wang Ling, with his wife and son, rode in a carriage and fled before noon, bumping along the way towards Jianzhou. Yuwen Hu arrived at the gates of Henan County with his troops and looked into the city. The city was in ruins; people were pushing carts and driving donkeys, carrying their belongings out of the city. Yuwen Hu muttered to himself, "Henan County is supposed to be an important border town, why isn't there a single soldier guarding it?" The city gates were wide open , but not a single soldier was in sight. Could it be some kind of empty city ruse ? Yuwen Hu scratched his head and patted his horse. He roared at the messenger, "The entire army will set up camp outside the city. We will attack tomorrow !" It turned out that Yuwen Hu dared not attack the city rashly; if something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the Prime Minister. Prefect Wang Ling swayed back and forth in his carriage, grumbling to his wife, Li Shi, "See? If you had married Er Gouzi back then, you would have been defiled by those soldiers by now." Li Shi wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was still quite attractive. She had fair skin, an oval face, thin lips, and a small nose. Li agreed, "Yes, Er Gouzi is rich, but too stingy. He has money but won't buy an official position. In this chaotic world, being an official is better; you can make money and escape quickly." "That's right, that's right, I knew it! I, Wang Ling, am smarter than him," Wang Ling said smugly. Suddenly, the carriage stopped. Wang Ling leaned out and asked the coachman, "Old Li, what's wrong?" Before he could finish speaking, three darts flew over. Bang! Bang! Bang! They all hit Wang Ling's wife and son. Startled, Wang Ling fell off the carriage, knocking out two teeth. He lay on the ground pretending to be dead. A man in front of him jumped off his horse. He came to Wang Ling and kicked him twice. "You bastard, you ran away before the battle even started! How can you face the people of the city?" The man squatted down and cried, "My mother died so tragically! I'm such an unfilial son!" Wang Ling recognized the man's voice and opened his eyes. It was Er Gouzi. Er Gouzi's surname was He, and his full name was He Xingwang. Wang Ling spat out two teeth, "Brother Er Gouzi, you're fucking ruthless! It wasn't me who killed your mother, but you bastard killed my wife and children! I'll fight you to the death!" He tried to stand up, but Er Gouzi kicked him back to the ground and spat at him, "Serves you right! That bitch deserved to die." Wang Ling and Er Gouzi were sworn brothers. Both were originally rich young men who became sworn brothers after engaging in petty theft and thievery . Later, a feud arose from jealousy in a brothel. Then, Wang Ling stole Er Gouzi 's betrothed, enraging Er Gouzi. In a fit of anger, Er Gouzi went to the deep mountains and forests, found a chivalrous hero, and learned his skills. He earned the nickname "Swift Wind Dart" in the martial arts world. On his way back from Jianzhou, he heard his hometown had been wiped out by the Western Wei army. Thinking of his sixty-year-old mother at home, he was anxious. Unfortunately, he encountered Wang Ling's carriage, and his anger flared. Er Gouzi knew the carriage and the coachman, so he grabbed three and threw them. In his rage, he threw the darts without aiming, and none of the three darts hit Wang Ling, but they killed Wang Ling's wife and children on the spot. Wang Ling, quick-witted, immediately stood up, hugged the carriage, and cried, cursing, "You bastard, what grudge do you have against me, you..."

"Kill me if you want, why kill my wife and children!" He then grabbed Er Gouzi and cried. Er Gouzi felt a
pang of guilt ; he had intended to kill him, but instead, he had killed his wife and children.

Old Li, the stable boy, had followed Wang Ling for many years and knew what his former employer was up to. So he stepped in to mediate,
"Don't cry, you two. Er Gouzi, look, your employer has left your elderly mother in the city, her fate unknown, but you
killed his wife and children. Two lives for one, you're not at a loss. Even if you two had a grudge, it's all over now. In
this chaotic world , escaping is the priority."

Er Gouzi wasn't very bright, and seeing Wang Ling crying like this, he lost patience to argue.

"Get lost, brother, I'll spare your life for our past friendship." “

Fuck you, I’ll never have anything to do with you again…” Wang Ling was dragged onto the carriage by Old Li, still
cursing under his breath. Er Gouzi didn’t argue with him, mounted his horse, and rode off. Wang Ling peeked out from inside the carriage and suddenly noticed that Er Gouzi had dropped a bundle. Wang Ling quickly got off the carriage, picked up the bundle, got back in ,
and opened it to take a look.

Inside was a letter, a leather map of Jianzhou, and the official seal of the Jianzhou Prefecture. Upon opening the letter, it became
clear that this He Ergouzi was no ordinary man; he was actually colluding with the Yuwen clan of Western Wei. The letter was a letter of defection,
written by He Ziyu, the prefect of Jianzhou under the Great Qi. This He Ziyu was the same He who had released Xie Feng years ago, and he had also
risen to the position of prefect after Gao Yang usurped the throne. He Ziyu himself was a royalist, and now that the Yuan emperor had been deposed, he had surrendered to
Yuwen Tai 's Western Wei. He planned to join forces with Yuwen Tai to conquer Jianzhou and seize the opportunity to restore the Great Wei regime. It turned out that this He Ergouzi was
He Ziyu's cousin, with whom he had a close relationship, and thus he had carried this secret letter to Luozhou to defect to the enemy.

"I never expected this Ergouzi to be such a scoundrel, actually colluding with a foreign power! This is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of his family. Heaven
has eyes; you won't live much longer this time." Wang Ling smiled smugly, kicked his wife off the carriage, and then
wept uncontrollably, clutching his dead son. He had taken this wife by force and disliked her for a long time,
but couldn't easily divorce her due to his official position. Actually, Wang Ling already had a concubine, who was being brought here by his steward.
The wife's death saved him a lot of trouble, but his son's death was too tragic; Wang Ling
couldn't let this go unavenged.

It turned out that He Ergou had left in a hurry because he had important matters to attend to and didn't want to waste time with
a lowlife . He had mistakenly killed Wang Ling's wife and child, and that was the end of the score. He was preoccupied with his important business and,
in his haste, had to drop the secret letter to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling's steward, Old Zhang, was an honest man in his early forties, with a simple, honest appearance, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a medium
height , but he was quite strong. He was currently riding a horse, leading Wang Ling's concubine on their journey

. Wang Ling's concubine wasn't from a wealthy family; her parents were farmers. This concubine, surnamed Xu,
had a terrible reputation in the village, but she possessed a captivating beauty. She had large, watery eyes, cherry
lips , rosy cheeks, a medium build, and a slender waist—a pretty village woman. Xu's parents were greedy and
kept their daughter at home, waiting for a wealthy man to marry her. However, their greed was so great that even the rich
families refused to take her in. At eighteen or nineteen, unable to bear the loneliness, she slept with an old man from a neighboring village. Later
, when this was discovered, her reputation was ruined, and no one wanted her anymore. Upon hearing this, Wang Ling spent a small amount of money to take Xu as
his concubine. Wang Ling wasn't a gentleman; he was the type who valued practicality over reputation. Their union
was a match made in

heaven . The journey was bumpy, and the horse was fast, which terrified Xu Shi, who clung tightly to the steward, Old Zhang. At first, she held him by the waist,
but unconsciously grip shifted to his buttocks. Old Zhang was a strong man with a firm, powerful bottom, and Xu Shi's face
flushed as she clung to him. Remembering the passion of her past affair, she couldn't resist secretly touching Old Zhang's penis.

This touch startled her. So big, so thick!

Old Zhang, focused on escaping, didn't notice Xu Shi's gentle touch. He continued on his way,
cracking the whip to urge the horse on.

"Old Zhang, you ride this horse very well," Xu Shi whispered in Old Zhang's ear.

"Madam, you flatter me. I've been riding horses since I was a teenager, for many years now. Please sit tight, let's go faster." "
As he spoke, Old Zhang cracked his whip again. He assumed Xu was trying to escape and was only flattering him.

"Seeing you cracking the whip, I know you're a skilled rider," Xu said with a flirtatious smile from behind.

Old Zhang was puzzled. "If you don't crack the whip, the horse won't run fast."

"Right, it's the same principle as a woman not being able to get aroused if she's not being fucked." "Speaking of the phrase '[the whole text],' Xu Shi laughed lasciviously.
Xu Shi was merely a village woman, and her speech was extremely coarse. Old

Zhang felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

'Whoa!' Old Zhang reined in his horse, glanced back at Xu Shi, and saw that her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and
her small mouth involuntarily moved towards him. Her kiss stirred a thousand waves of desire within Old Zhang.

Old Zhang dismounted and lifted Xu Shi down. Xu Shi embraced Old Zhang and kissed him passionately, her hands already groping for
his penis. This Xu Shi was always fiery, and in such matters, she was even more efficient than a man.

" Old Zhang's wife died two years ago, leaving him childless and all alone. He was a gambler and drinker, and no
decent woman wanted to be with him; he usually frequented brothels. Unexpectedly, the woman working for his employer today threw herself at him.
He thought to himself, "I've often heard people say, 'To not have sex with someone is a grave sin,' and since she's interested, I can't let her down.

" So, Old Zhang pulled down his pants, revealing a huge penis. This lecherous rod was twice the size of Wang Ling's,
filling Xu Shi with delight.

Xu Shi disregarded shame and engaged in illicit relations in this desolate place.

Holding the penis, Xu Shi slowly squatted down. She licked the glans, and a strong masculine scent wafted over. This woman loved
the scent of men, and she laughed lasciviously, "Brother, your penis is really awesome."

Hearing the slut's vulgar language, even Old Zhang, a rough and uncouth man, was aroused. He pressed Xu's
head down and, with a "plop," shoved his entire penis into her cherry-like mouth. "

Ugh," Xu couldn't speak as he was penetrated. She quickly grasped his large, engorged penis with her hands, stroking it back and forth.
Her little tongue licked around the glans, sucking hard with all her might.

Old Zhang's waist thrust in and out, a wave of pleasure washing over him, making him feel good to the bone. "You slut,
I didn't expect you to be so good. No wonder the master likes you so much."

Xu spat out his penis and said, "I've made you feel good, how are you going to thank me?"

Old Zhang laughed, took off his shirt, spread it on the ground, and made Xu lie down. Old Zhang lifted Xu's
legs onto his shoulders, raised his penis, and aimed it at her vagina.

With a "whoosh," it went in all the way.

"What a powerful penis, ah... harder..." Xu actually cried out.

Xu's vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and Old Zhang penetrated her effortlessly.

A gentle breeze blew, and the azure sky was cloudless. This quiet, desolate place had brought together a couple of lovers
in the wild .

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose in the distance. Old Zhang alertly pulled out his penis and pulled up his pants.

Sure enough, a strong middle-aged man rode up on horseback. He had a hooked nose, a large mouth, a face full of fat, and a medium build. He
looked like a martial artist, and there was a knife at his waist. This man was none other than He Xingwang, nicknamed "Swift Darts," also known as Er Gouzi.

"Which direction is Henan County?"

"What are you doing there, young master? There's a war going on there; you can't go." Old Zhang, fastening his belt,
quickly stepped in front of Xu Shi, urging her to straighten her clothes.

"Haha, I'm going to that place anyway. Please tell me, brother, so I can leave quickly and not delay
your good time," the burly man laughed.

Old Zhang disliked him; he'd interrupted his plans. He casually pointed in a direction and said, "Go that way;
it'll be there in an hour."

The burly man cracked his whip and rode off.

"Damn it, what's with the attitude?" Old Zhang cursed.

Xu Shi smiled and said, "Brother, are you going to ride me or the horse?"

"The horse. This place isn't safe. I'll give you a good beating when we get to a safe place." Old Zhang picked up
his shirt from the ground, put it on, mounted the horse, and pulled Xu Shi onto the saddle.

“Alright, brother, I’ll wait for you to fuck me, haha,” Xu laughed frivolously again.

Old Zhang spurred his horse, chasing after his master Wang Ling towards Jianzhou. Little did he know, the official
road to Jianzhou was fraught with danger and peril.

Chapter Eight: Emperor Qi Obtains the Illusionary Scripture; A Common Man Loses Money

Due to Lust. Wang Ling traveled for two days straight, burying his own son along the way. He had now arrived in Huai
Prefecture, Henan County.

Wang Ling told his coachman, Old Li, “Go to the Henan County government office and find Lord Guan.”

Old Li said nothing, simply shouting “Giddy up!” and the carriage sped towards the Henan County government office.

The city of Henan was in chaos; news of the fall of Henan Prefecture had reached them.
Several walls, watching; some held rakes, some hoes, and others gripped rusty
kitchen knives, all looking tense. The people of the city ran about, shouting pleas for help. Everyone was in chaos, carrying their bundles and
leading their wives and children towards the desolate mountains.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ling felt that his stay in Hanoi Prefecture was probably short-lived.

Upon arriving at the Hanoi Prefecture government office, Wang Ling said to an old steward, "Wang Ling, the Prefect of Henan, requests an audience."

The old steward looked at him and said, "Master has been ill recently. He just took his medicine and is sleeping.
Please wait in the living room

." "Alright, alright," Wang Ling replied, pulling Old Li along as he followed the old steward to the living

room. Once inside, Wang Ling realized something was amiss, as there was a large crowd.

Local tyrants and officials were all present, discussing the situation haphazardly. Upon seeing an outsider, they all crowded around.

Seeing that Wang Ling was dressed quite elegantly, everyone assumed he was an official.

"May I ask where you've come from, sir?"

"I come from Henan Prefecture. To be honest, I am Wang Ling, the Prefect of Henan Prefecture," Wang Ling replied politely.

"Ah, even Prefect Wang has come here!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Another commotion arose. Everyone seemed to have reached some agreement, and they all said to Wang Ling, "Farewell, farewell,"
and then filed out, leaving Wang Ling standing there, exposed.

Old Li said indignantly, "The officials and gentry in Henan Prefecture have no taste, they're so impolite!"

"Haha, you, can't you see the reason behind this?"

Old Li was bewildered, unaware of the mystery.

"Don't think about it anymore, quickly prepare the horses, we're going to Jianzhou," Wang Ling dusted off his clothes and strode out of the living room.

Old Li, utterly bewildered, hurriedly followed. "My lord, why are we leaving again?"

"These people are just gathering here to see how the situation is. The governor of Henan has probably already fled, leaving
these fools here. When they saw me, they knew our Henan prefecture had fallen. They immediately understood
they should run, regardless of etiquette."

"I see, haha, my lord is truly insightful."

Old Li drove the carriage towards Jianzhou.

At that moment, Gao Yang had already led ten thousand light cavalry to Jianzhou. The Jianzhou governor, He Ziyu, knelt to greet him at the city gate.
Gao Yang dismounted and helped Governor He Ziyu up. He Ziyu was handsome and refined, possessing both the gentle elegance of the Han people
and the fierce strength of the Hu people. Indeed, a man of great talent.

"Lord He, where are you from?"

"My ancestors were Xianbei, who fought alongside the founding emperor of the previous dynasty." Gao Yang laughed heartily
, took his hand, and they entered Jianzhou City together. Soldiers were gathered within the city,
ready for battle . Local armed forces from the surrounding areas had also assembled there; Gao Yang planned to deliver a crushing blow to Yuwen Tai in Jianzhou.

Jianzhou City was a bustling place, a hub of merchants and a crossroads of north and south. Gao Yang, preoccupied with his own thoughts, had no
desire to go out and enjoy himself, choosing instead to attend to state affairs in his residence.

Busy until midnight, he suddenly heard someone outside shout, "Fire!" Gao Yang was startled and stood up, heading
towards the door . It turned out the army stables were on fire. Not daring to be careless, Gao Yang led a few guards and hurried towards
the camp.

He hadn't gone far when he encountered a dirty, ugly monk running towards him.

The monk was none other than an old acquaintance of Gao Yang's. Upon seeing the ugly monk, Gao Yang was overjoyed, forgetting
the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, and grabbed the ugly monk's hand, saying, "Wait a moment, Venerable Monk!"

"Walk slowly? Yes, walk slowly, or it'll look like you're rushing to be reborn."

Upon hearing this, the monks around him were utterly outrageous. They drew their knives, ready to slash the mad monk.

"Don't be rude! All of you, step back!" Gao Yang roared. The monks

around him were so frightened that they all knelt down with a thud.

"What wise words does the high monk have for me now?"

"You pedantic fool, how dare you say I want to see you? Do I know you? Haha. What a joke, what a joke."

Gao Yang wasn't angry. He took the high monk's hand. "High monk, don't mock me. I owe my
current . You may not remember me, but I remember you.

" "Haha, come with me, you're all alone," the mad monk suddenly laughed.

"Alright!" Gao Yang responded, dismissing the monks around him, and walked away with the old monk, ignoring
the fire .

Gao Yang followed the mad monk to a dilapidated temple. The mad monk knelt before the Buddha statue, silently chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Gao Yang, not idle either, followed the ugly monk and knelt before the Buddha, silently praying.

After a while, the mad monk spoke: "You and the Buddha are not on the same level, you are like a shadow on the earth! "
Upon hearing this, Gao Yang turned around and kowtowed twice to the mad monk.

"Master, you have guided me many times, and I am fortunate to be here today. Today, I wish to take the mad monk as my teacher and appoint him as the National Preceptor,
so that we may jointly govern this great land."

"Haha, you jest, benefactor. I am a monk; what use is your empire to me?" "

Gao Yang kowtowed several more times, saying, 'May the master enlighten this young one.'

" The ugly monk clasped his hands together, silently chanted "Amitabha" a few times, and said nothing more.

Gao Yang didn't want to be presumptuous, so he continued to kowtow vigorously. After another half hour, Gao Yang's whole body ached from kneeling
, and he was dizzy from kowtowing so much that he couldn't help but stand up. Suddenly, the ugly monk nodded, startling Gao Yang so much that he
knelt down again with a thud. Just as Gao Yang was about to kowtow again, a scripture slipped out of the ugly monk's sleeve.

Gao Yang looked at the ugly monk again; he was no longer breathing. Gao Yang picked up the scripture and looked at it in the moonlight—it was called the
"Scripture of Illusory Rebirth." Gao Yang opened it and saw that it was a book that penetrated reincarnation and calculated all destinies. Gao Yang fell to the ground and kowtowed
for a while , silently chanting, "Thank you, master, thank you, master." The next day, Gao

Yang invited a group of monks to perform a ritual for the ugly monk and bury him.

In Jianzhou Prefecture, He Ziyu didn't sleep a wink all night. It turned out that He Ziyu had someone set the fire. He Ziyu had secretly laid an ambush on the road to the military camp to wait for Gao Yang, but unexpectedly, Gao Yang didn't go to the camp. He Ziyu originally planned to assassinate Gao Yang in Jianzhou City before
his main force arrived, but he miscalculated. In

Henan County, Luozhou

, Yuwen Hu spent the night outside the city. The next day, he captured an old woman and questioned her, learning that there were no
soldiers left in the city. Therefore, Yuwen Hu led his army forward in a grand procession, galloping towards Huaizhou.

Just outside Henan County, a burly man blocked the way.

"Who goes there!" "One of Yuwen Hu's vanguards asked.

The burly man dismounted, knelt, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and shouted,

'He Xingwang, known in the martial world as "Swift Wind Dart," requests an audience with General Yuwen. Please inform him.'

Upon seeing that this man was from the martial world, Yuwen Hu dared not be negligent and dismounted to approach him. It turned out that Yuwen Hu's
master had also been a bandit, making Yuwen Hu himself a semi-martial artist.

'What brings you to my camp, sir?' Yuwen Hu asked, approaching He Xingwang.

Upon seeing Yuwen Hu, tall and imposing with piercing eyes and a commanding presence, He Xingwang was too intimidated
to rise . He quickly kowtowed, 'My cousin entrusted me with a letter and two items for the General.'

'Who is your cousin?'

'My cousin is He Ziyu, the Prefect of Jianzhou under the puppet dynasty.'" "

Please rise quickly, brave man, bring me the letter!" Upon hearing that he was He Ziyu's cousin, Yuwen Hu hurriedly helped him up,
showing him great courtesy.

He Ergouzi frantically searched his body, even rummaging through his crotch several times, but still couldn't find the bundle containing the letter.

"Oh no, this is terrible!" He Ergouzi's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Yuwen Hu immediately knew that He Ergouzi had been incompetent, losing such an important token.
But because he was He Ziyu's cousin, he could only suppress his anger and say, "Brave man, search slowly, and
inform it." As he spoke, Yuwen Hu cursed the scoundrel Ergouzi's ancestors to the eighteenth generation.

Ergouzi, looking utterly ashamed, could only kneel and say, "I will definitely find it for you, sir." "Having said the whole thing,
he rode off in shame.

Yuwen Hu's men said, 'This kid doesn't look like a good person at all. What if he's a spy sent by the false dynasty?
Wouldn't that ruin everything? Let's have him chase after him and kill him.'

'Forget it, this guy claims to be He Ziyu's cousin. We should give He Ziyu some face.
Only a few people know about He Ziyu's rebellion. If he knows, he's not a spy for the false dynasty.'

Yuwen Hu mounted his horse and continued leading his elite cavalry forward.

Meanwhile, Wang Ling, the governor of Henan, left the city of Henan and entered Jianzhou territory after a day. Although he hadn't reached
the prefectural city of Jianzhou, he was already in a prosperous area. Wang Ling said to his coachman, Old Li, 'Old Li, let's find a lively inn
to rest for a while.'

'Alright, boss.'" Old

Li drove the carriage, keeping an eye on the surrounding inns. Soon they arrived at an
inn called "Sleepless Night." It was a three-story building, bustling with carriages and horses, frequented by wealthy families.

Wang Ling asked for a room, went inside, lay down, and cursed, "That damned Yuwen traitor! He just bought a
county magistrate already running away, making my journey so bumpy and painful, and even costing my son his life!"

Old Li sat in a folding chair, comforting Wang Ling, "Sir, don't be angry. Things have come to this; let's take it one step at a time
."

As they spoke, a beautiful woman pushed open the door and entered.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, the innkeeper asked me to bring you some wine and dishes." The woman was slender, with light steps.
Ying, a beautiful woman, looked to be under twenty, in the prime of her youth.

Wang Ling's mouth watered at her sight. His wife had been killed by Er Gouzi a few days ago, and his concubine, Xu, was still
missing , her fate unknown. He hadn't been with a woman for days. Looking at this woman, a few lustful thoughts stirred within him.

"Such a pretty young lady, why are you serving people here? Don't you have any waiters?"

"Sir, we do have waiters, but the manager sees you two grown men are quite lonely. How about I
, a young lady, entertain you?" As she spoke, the woman covered her face and laughed, a laugh that made Wang Ling's heart flutter.

Old Li immediately understood what she meant and offered to Wang Ling, "Sir, I'll go check
if our horses are full. I'll go take them for a walk."

"Good, good, go ahead. Remember to walk them for a while."

Upon hearing this, Old Li turned and left. He cursed inwardly, "You old lecher, you want me to linger a little longer? Your
skills only last a quarter of an hour."

Seeing Old Li turn to close the door, Wang Ling couldn't resist moving closer to the woman, inhaling her fragrance—indeed,
incredibly fresh. He then pulled her into his arms.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry. My lord, why don't you have a few drinks with me?"

"Yes, a few drinks." Wang Ling quickly made the woman sit down, handing her a cup full of wine. The
woman didn't hesitate, gulping it down. Seeing the woman drink, Wang Ling followed suit. They drank one cup after another
, until they were both drunk.

Wang Ling threw down his cup and grabbed the woman. The woman's body was light, and she was easily pulled into Wang Ling's
arms.

The woman didn't hesitate, lifting Wang Ling's shirt and grasping his penis. Wang Ling's penis wasn't
particularly long, only about the length of a middle finger, but it was thick, as thick as a carrot.

The woman, after looking at it, let out a lewd laugh, "Master's penis is really thick, no wonder people say
it's short and sturdy . Haha.

" Wang Ling didn't know if she was praising him or mocking him; he was already delirious, his mind clouded by alcohol
.

The woman got up, picked up a towel, and soaked it in a copper basin filled with hot water. The girl wrung out the wet
towel and then walked to Wang Ling. She knelt down and slowly wiped Wang Ling's penis with the warm, wet towel.
Wang Ling felt a warm current flowing from his shaft. As she wiped, the woman took Wang Ling's glans into her cherry-like mouth.
Wang Ling's large glans filled the girl's mouth completely. The girl sucked hard, her tongue constantly licking the large glans,
sometimes the edge, sometimes the urethral opening, giving Wang Ling continuous pleasure.

The girl used one glove to manipulate the base of Wang Ling's penis, while the other hand played with his scrotum. Her head bobbed
back , a sensation Wang Ling found even more pleasurable than penetration. He hadn't expected
such skill from someone so young.

Just as he was basking in this pleasure, Wang Ling suddenly reached his climax. A shiver ran down his spine, and his large penis twitched violently twice
, releasing a gush of semen. The girl, without hesitation, caught it with her small mouth,
swallowing every last drop.

Wang Ling watched as the girl swallowed his semen, momentarily dazed. He noticed the girl suddenly give him a mysterious
smile , then everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

Old Li smoked a pipe of opium outside and strolled around a few times. Then he returned to the inn,
listening intently at the door. He heard only loud snoring; not a single woman's voice. Old Li knew
his master must be busy, so he pushed open the door and entered, only to be shocked by the chaotic scene inside.

Chapter Nine: The General's Fierce Battle Against the Grand Commandant – The Barbarians' Evil Retribution

. Old Li entered the room and looked around, discovering that his master's belongings were all gone. He quickly woke Wang Ling.
Wang Ling, awakened by Old Li, cursed, "You bastard, if you piss me off, I'll kill your whole family!"

"Master, something terrible has happened! Everything is gone!"

Wang Ling struggled to open his eyes and looked around; indeed, everything had been stolen. He hurriedly got out of bed.

"Call the manager, quickly!"

Old Li quickly summoned the manager, an old man, well-dressed, but with
some , making him somewhat unsightly. Upon seeing Wang Ling, the innkeeper greeted him politely, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"My things are stolen! That little wench in your shop must have stolen them!" Wang Ling roared angrily
.

"A little wench? All my staff are men, no women," the innkeeper said, looking puzzled.

"What? No women? Who are you trying to fool? This is clearly a shady inn! I'm going to report you to the authorities!"

"Hmph, I knew you weren't any good. Turns out you're just trying to extort money from us. We
'll deal with the officials!" The innkeeper, hearing Wang Ling's harsh words, became aggressive himself.

"You bastard, do you know who I am?" Wang Ling said, touching his
official seal . Sure enough, the seal hadn't been stolen. Wang Ling took out the seal and placed it on the table.

"I am Wang Ling, the Prefect of Henan! How dare you steal from the government? You're asking for trouble!" Wang Ling
suddenly became arrogant.

The shopkeeper, seeing the official seal, knew he'd encountered a difficult customer. Without saying anything more, he replied,
"Don't go. I'll report this to the authorities. We'll meet at the prefectural office." Then he walked straight out of the guest room.

Wang Ling searched around and found the letter was still there, but all the other valuables had been stolen.

"Haha, heaven hasn't forsaken me!" Wang Ling laughed triumphantly.

Old Li, seeing this, thought to himself, "My God, the master must have gone mad."

Wang Ling washed his face and said to Old Li, "Let's pack our things and go to the government office."

Old Li glanced at Wang Ling and said softly, "We have nothing. Do you think we can win this case? I think we
should forget it. We might get beaten to death if we go. Your official seal might scare the common people,
but it's nothing to the prefect."

"You old fool, what do you know? With this letter, I'm not afraid of any prefect who's not strict enough," Wang Ling
said smugly, waving the letter around.

Seeing Wang Ling's smugness, Old Li figured there was still hope. He hurriedly began packing his things.

Martial law had already been declared in Jianzhou City, and Gao Yang had built a temporary palace there. Gao Yang was currently sitting in the Hu...
He sat on the chair, flipping through the "Scripture of Illusory Fate," having spent the entire morning trying to decipher its mysteries.

Suddenly, a soldier ran up, "Reporting! General Situ Faluan has sent word that he has reached Jianzhou territory!"

Gao Yang jumped up, overjoyed. The army had finally arrived, thankfully faster than Yuwen Tai.

At this moment, Yuwen Tai's army had just entered Luozhou, while Yuwen Hu's vanguard had already crossed Huaizhou and entered
Jianzhou territory. To expedite the advance, Situ Faluan had divided his troops into several smaller units, each advancing independently.
Situ Faluan himself led ten thousand elite soldiers forward, unfortunately encountering Yuwen Hu's five thousand light cavalry.

Enemies meeting are always hostile. Yuwen Hu, seeing that the enemy only had two thousand cavalry and the rest were all infantry, devised
a new He ordered his generals to form the "Wet Tail Formation," and he himself charged ahead to the enemy's front.

"I am Yuwen Hu, the Grand General of the Great Wei Dynasty! Who are you, you lowly soldier who dares to challenge
me

? State your name!" Yuwen Hu shouted towards the enemy camp. Situ Faluan looked up and saw a tall, handsome man, about thirty years old, daring to stand alone
before him. The man's imposing manner startled him.

"So it's Yuwen Hu of the false dynasty! I am Situ Faluan, the Grand Commandant of the Celestial Dynasty!" With that, Situ Faluan brandished a large
sword and charged straight at Yuwen Hu. Yuwen Hu looked closely and saw a man in his forties, wearing brown armor,
of medium build, with a square face, a stubble beard, and a fierce expression, rushing towards him.

Yuwen Hu smiled inwardly. This kind of wretch dared to challenge him! It was like a tall, rich, and handsome man versus a short, fat, and
chubby .

Yuwen Hu, gripping his general's sword, spurred his horse forward and charged at Situ Faluan. Several clangs rang out.
Situ Faluan's hands were numb from the impact of Yuwen Hu's sword. The two were simply not on the same level;
after a few rounds, Situ Faluan was so frightened that he only wanted to flee. While

the two commanders were locked in fierce combat, Yuwen Hu's cavalry charged straight at their opponent. The "Ruwei Formation" was incredibly powerful,
raising clouds of dust that instantly engulfed Situ Faluan's army, as if they had entered
a great river. It turned out that Yuwen Hu's "Ruwei Formation" subtly embodied the principles of Yin and Yang, connecting with the energy of heaven and earth,
stirring up chaos and blurring the distinction between sun and moon.

The Qi army was thrown into disarray. Even the veteran soldiers had never seen such a formation before and had no choice but to turn
and flee . Amidst the dust and the glint of swords, a moment's carelessness could result in severed limbs; there was no time to dodge, just as one
cannot swim in a river without getting wet.

Seeing his army routed and fleeing in terror, Situ Faluan lost all will to fight.
He tossed his helmet to Yuwen Hu, who was taken aback, unaccustomed to such fighting. Taking advantage of the moment, Situ Faluan turned
and fled.

Yuwen Hu laughed heartily, "Such cowards, how can they be generals? It's laughable!" He then led
his troops in pursuit.

Situ Faluan, with his remaining less than a thousand men, fled in disarray, heading towards the Jianzhou government office. He
sighed all the way, regretting not checking the almanac before leaving home, having unwittingly run into a formidable opponent.

On the outskirts of Jianzhou, a Khan rode into a
village . The burly man was Steward Zhang, and the woman was Wang Ling's concubine, Xu.

"Brother Zhang, I'm exhausted. Let's find a place to rest. Running around like crazy every day, my bones are about to fall apart
," the woman complained.

"My lady, escaping is the priority. I heard the puppet regime's troops have even reached Jianzhou."

"Don't call me 'madam,' you've already slept with me, I'm your woman now. Just call me Xiao Lan," the
woman , leaning against the man's back and acting coquettishly.

"Alright, Xiao Lan, how about we find a house up ahead to stay the night?"

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a back massage and a shoulder rub."

The two of them then found a farmhouse and knocked on the door. A beautiful
young woman and asked, "What brings you two here?"

"Sister, we are two poor souls fleeing for our lives, from Henan Prefecture
. We are passing through tonight and hope you can provide us with shelter for the night," said Xu, her face full of pitifulness, deliberately feigning a pleading expression.

"Oh, I see. I'll go inform my parents. Please wait a moment."

"Thank you, sister," Old Zhang replied.

After a while, the woman opened the door again. Old Zhang and Xu entered the courtyard,
where . He was short, with a fierce face and a robust build, though his skin was relatively fair.

"It's just a simple farmhouse courtyard, nothing much to offer. There's a side room over there; please make do with the night."

"Yes, thank you, sir," Old Zhang said, looking at the man and scrutinizing him. He began to have
doubts , sensing something was amiss.

As night fell, the young woman invited Old Zhang and Madam Xu to dinner. A table of food and wine was already prepared, and the guests took their seats.
By the dim candlelight, Old Zhang observed the burly man again. Finally, Old Zhang made a new discovery. A pair of light blue
eyes entered Old Zhang's mind. He was from the Western Regions.

Old Zhang, the steward, held his chopsticks, his eyes darting around warily. Suddenly, he noticed a large
knife , its hilt faintly visible in the candlelight.

Suddenly, the burly man said to Old Zhang, "My surname is Chen, my given name is Guang, and I'm a farmer. Since we've met, let's have a drink, brothers." With that, the burly man, Chen, raised his wine cup and leaned in. Old Zhang also raised his cup,
and the two smiled at each other before drinking.

Old Zhang took a sip of his drink, and while the burly man was drinking, he suddenly stood up, kicked the man to the ground, and
the chair overturned. Sure enough, a large knife was tucked into the chair. Old Zhang drew the knife, and before
the man could react, he swung it horizontally, instantly killing him with a gush of blood. The young woman beside him stood there stunned.
Just as she was about to get up, Old Zhang picked up a wine cup and
threw collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

At that moment, Old Zhang also blacked out and collapsed. His concubine, Xu, rushed to Old Zhang, "Brother Zhang,
what happened?"

"Quickly, find a rope and tie that woman up," Old Zhang ordered.

Not daring to be careless, Xu found a rope and tied the woman up tightly.

"Brother Zhang, how are you?" Xu helped Old Zhang up and asked with concern.

"I just have a bit of a headache, and I feel hot all over, but I can't muster any strength. In a little while, wake the woman up
and ask if there's poison in the wine," Old Zhang said, rubbing his head.

Xu helped Old Zhang to the bed, brought a basin of cold water, and splashed it on the woman. The woman
shivered and woke up.

"You slut, tell me quickly if there's poison in the wine!" Xu asked rudely.

"Yes, yes..." the woman stammered, frightened.

"Fuck your mother's cunt, tell me where the antidote is!" Xu snapped again.

"I don't need the antidote, just do something," the woman said, blushing.

Xu slapped the woman again. "Damn it, my brother's completely weak, what can
he do? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll scrape you with a knife."

"No, it's about... about sex." The woman couldn't withstand the threat and blurted it out.

"Sex? Isn't that just fucking? Damn, you should have said so earlier." Xu showed no shame whatsoever.
"Is this aphrodisiac?"

"No, it's a yang-gathering powder."

"What the hell? Never heard of it." Xu blushed and walked towards Old Zhang.

"Brother, let me detoxify you, hehe." Xu's frivolous expression, her flirtatious manner, even aroused Old Zhang . Xu pulled down Old Zhang's pants, grasped his large penis with both hands, and brought her mouth close, a masculine scent wafting over. This stirred Xu's heart, causing her
to flow with lust. “Sister, I haven’t showered for days, why don’t you wash me first?” “It’s alright, a man’s thing is clean.” With that, Xu took the large glans into her mouth. “Ah!” Old Zhang exclaimed, his penis going limp. “Brother’s cock is much harder today than the other day, it feels so fucking good.” She moved her mouth up and down , stroking it. Her beautiful head bobbed up and down, and Old Zhang felt a surge of power rush to his glans. So he said to Xu, “Sister, don’t just keep busy, come on, give me your ass, let me fuck you for a while, you can have some fun too.” Xu giggled, “Big brother really cares for me.” She lifted her skirt and climbed onto . She lifted his thick, corn-like penis, aimed it at her already wet vulva, and sat down hard. With a "plop!" sound, it was completely inside. Old Zhang suddenly felt a surge of power, grabbed Xu's waist, and began thrusting straight into her, making Xu tremble all over, experiencing one orgasm after another, so pleasurable that she cried out loudly, "My God... fuck me to death ... don't stop..." Old Zhang held Xu with both hands and flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed, her pink buttocks raised. Old Zhang pulled his large penis behind her, pulled it to her vagina, and thrust it in forcefully. He began a series of vigorous thrusts, until Xu was moaning incoherently, the orgasms overwhelming her consciousness. Xu finally surrendered; she had never met such a magical man. She stretched her body forward, lying flat on the bed. "B-Big Brother, I really don't have the strength to enjoy this anymore... there's still that little bitch, go fuck her," Xu pleaded. Old Zhang seemed possessed, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of sex. He simply pulled down his pants, grabbed his enormous penis, walked up to the young woman, lifted her skirt, and thrust inside. The woman had already been aroused by Xu's moans. Holding the woman's waist, Old Zhang fucked her hard for three hundred rounds, until the woman's eyes rolled back. She begged for mercy, "Master... don't fuck me anymore... I have a treasure in... that bundle." It turned out that the woman's body was bound, her legs tightly closed. His penis was forced in, the flesh of the woman's vagina tightly gripping the thick rod, giving Old Zhang heavenly pleasure. Old Zhang continued to fuck her, seemingly ignoring the woman's words. "Master... put it in my mouth... I'll make you... feel good..." This had an effect; Old Zhang pulled out his large penis, dripping with her juices. Aiming at her cherry-like mouth, he thrust wildly, but Old Zhang suddenly felt a surge of energy rushing towards his glans. It turned out the woman could quickly . The woman knew this drug best, so she used her skillful oral sex, and soon Old Zhang was losing control. The woman constantly stimulated his urethra with her tongue, her mouth continuously sucking. Because the woman was bound, she couldn't move with her hands, so she could only stimulate the man by shaking her head. Old Zhang was in ecstasy at this moment, because he could thrust in and out at will, and no matter the depth, the woman couldn't stop him from entering. He felt that his penis even better inside her than inside her vagina. "Ah!" Old Zhang suddenly cried out, his huge penis plunging into the woman's throat, a thick stream of semen spurting out. Old Zhang's vision went black, and he immediately felt his internal energy drain away, his whole body weak. He collapsed onto the woman. The woman drank all the semen, spat out the penis, and coughed a few times. Xu struggled to get out of bed and straightened her clothes. She went to Old Zhang, nudged him, and found he was already asleep. "You little slut, you're such a fucking whore!" Xu glared fiercely at the woman. The woman lowered her head in shame. "You said there was some precious bundle, where is it?" Xu demanded. "Under the bed." Xu helped Old Zhang onto the bed, crawled under it, and sure enough, there was a bundle. Xu took it and looked inside; there were some gold and silver jewelry, men's clothes, a jade seal, and a leather map. [To be continued...]

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