A Series of Beauties from Chinese Dynasties—Hong Fu

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Series on Beauties of Chinese Dynasties - Hong Fu
Spokesperson: Passerby

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During the reign of Emperor Wen of Sui, there was a high-ranking and influential minister named Yang Su, also known as
Duke Yang Yue. Because of his meritorious service in destroying Chen, Emperor Wen bestowed upon him a hundred concubines and female officials from the Chen palace as entertainment in his later years. Among
Yang Su's concubines, there was a remarkable woman who, along with Li Jing, a famous general who founded the early Tang Dynasty, created a legendary
love story that has been passed down through the ages. She is -- Hong Fu
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(I)
Hong Fu's original surname was Zhang, and her given name was Chuchen. She was from the Wu-Yue region and was born into a family of Pu Liu. As a child, her parents, being devout believers in Taoist
magic, entrusted her to a Taoist master surnamed Xu.
Upon seeing Chuchen, 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!"
As Chuchen grew up, she blossomed into a bright and intelligent young woman, radiant and captivating. Her dignified and composed demeanor possessed
a unique, otherworldly elegance.
One day, the master gifted Chuchen 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 this red whisk, and you will surely understand my teachings."
From then on, Chuchen was nicknamed "Red Whisker." When she bid farewell to her master and returned to her hometown, her parents had already
passed away. At this time, Red Whisker 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 to tremble. Yang Su's slightly rough palms caressed her soft, delicate, and flawless skin, making Hong Fu feel
a ticklish sensation, with a slight, rough stinging pain. 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 ticklish
sensation shot from her chest to the top of her head and extended 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 . The inexperienced Hong Fu felt a surge of excitement, a strange stimulation that made her involuntarily
twist and rub her legs together.
Yang Su's gaze fell on Hong Fu's pair of snow-white, tender legs, carefully observing the exquisite sight between her legs. He saw that
her pubic hair was thick and curly, extending from her mons pubis down to cover her labia; in the middle of her thick
labia , a thin slit of flesh held a tender red clitoris.
Yang Su used his fingers to part Hong Fu's labia, revealing a peach-pink flesh inside, the membrane still glistening with sticky
moisture. Hong Fu blushed with shyness, her moans like the soft song of a nightingale. Yang Su's fingers then gently slid into
the slit , 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 an itch 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. When he inserted just one finger, Hong Fu trembled in 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 consumed by 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, as if being stabbed in the heart, and cried out several times, 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, slowly moving in and out.
Yang Su thrust in and out like this dozens of times, making Hong Fu's whole body numb, her saliva surge, and not only did the stinging pain gradually subside, but she also felt
an intense itching. Hong Fu felt her narrow vagina was completely filled; the hot penis felt like it was searing the vaginal walls.
It made her feel numb and itchy, her limbs weak, while her uterus stirred restlessly, waves of heat surging
forth like a stampede of horses.
Yang Su's thrusts brought forth a trickle of vaginal fluid, which, with the aid of lubrication, penetrated deeper and deeper, the friction becoming increasingly
pleasurable. He couldn't help but thrust forcefully, inserting his five-inch-long penis fully into Hong Fu's vagina. "Oh..."
Hong Fu bit her lower lip, trembling all over, feeling a swelling in her lower abdomen, a swelling that was both comfortable and wonderfully pleasurable. Although there was still
a slight pain, it was no match for the rising tide of lust, and she twisted her waist in response.
Although Yang Su was over fifty, he was a military general, invincible on the battlefield, and still strong and healthy
; mere sexual matters were no challenge for him. Since Hong Fu was reaching her peak, Yang Su thrust even more vigorously, as if charging into battle
; it seemed that he wouldn't be able to give in anytime soon.
Hong Fu, tormented by the sensation, let out a series of soft, melodious moans, a mixture of weeping and ecstasy, which grew louder with each rapid breath,
until finally were almost hoarse cries. Hong Fu's waves of orgasm caused the peristalsis and contractions of her vaginal walls to become increasingly vigorous
and pronounced, until finally they were almost 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, and he knew his semen was about to ejaculate. He held Hong Fu
tightly, pressing his lower body against hers, changing his thrusting motion to a grinding motion, and then streams of hot semen gushed
out .
Hong Fu's uterus was scalded by the semen, and she felt a complete sense of comfort, her mind blank, before she fainted
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Time flowed by, and Yang Su grew older. One day, the osmanthus blossoms in the west hall were in full bloom. Lord Yue hosted a banquet for his staff, with his concubines lined up behind him
. During the banquet, many flattering words were spoken, but only Li Xuansui said, "Lord Yue is of high rank and noble birth, his fame resounds
throughout the land . What he lacks is only one elixir from Laozi."
Yang Su understood his meaning, knowing that his favor with the emperor would likely not last long. Yang Su pondered for a moment,
then smiled slightly and said, "I think the elixir from Laozi is unnecessary. Matters of the inner court will be handled in due course."
The next day, Yang Su sat in the inner courtyard, opening the inner and outer screens wide, gathering his concubines, and said, "I think you
have served here for a long time, and I fear you have wasted your youth. Today, any concubine who wishes to leave and choose a husband, stand on the left; those who do not wish to
leave, stand on the right." Upon hearing this, everyone reacted like birds released from a cage. Hundreds of women scurried to the left, while dozens
huddled together on the right.
At this moment, two women stood behind Yang Su. When Yue Gong turned his head, he saw two women: one was Princess Lechang, holding a sword
(Princess Lechang was the sister of Chen Shubao, the last emperor of the Southern Chen Dynasty, who was captured by the Sui army and became a concubine of Sui general
Yang Su . This matter will be discussed later!), and the other was Hong Fu, holding a whisk. Yang Su sighed and said, "You
two should also step forward! You should find a place, either to the left or the right."
Princess Lechang only wept and remained silent, while Hong Fu spoke up, "Your Excellency's great favor and grand ceremony, allowing us concubines to come out and choose our spouses to
settle down, is a rare and wonderful event; but I have heard the ancients say, 'The deepest favor is the greatest home.'
Moreover, I not only have no home, but I also see no relatives in the world. I will neither stand to the left nor to the right. I feel that behind Your Excellency is
the best place to go."
Upon hearing this, Yang Su couldn't help but laugh 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 round. You seem rather unsettled lately. Shall we play again?"
Hong Fu's deep, pool-like eyes glanced sideways at her master. Hong Fu looked no more than twenty, with a graceful and charming figure.
Yang Su chuckled dryly, "Again, again! I haven't played against you for a few days, yet you've improved quite a bit. Perhaps
a master has been giving you some pointers?"
"Which master could possibly outwit a master like you? But..." Hong Fu 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, "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 like you have for it?" "
It's useful!" Hong Fu said firmly.
"Alright, it's your way! 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 Xue Daoheng sat down, he saw the chessboard on the table and teased, "Lord Yue actually has the leisure to play chess like this. Haven't you heard
Tao Kan say, 'Gentlemen, you are the pillars of the nation, why do you do this?'"
Yang Su sighed, "I am old and feeble, how can I speak of being a pillar of the nation? I merely waste my days, enjoying my remaining years!"
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 Daojie had always been fond of the woman beside Yang Su. The Yang family had many concubines and beauties, but this woman was extraordinary
. She spoke softly and gently, her voice carrying a hint of Wu dialect and Yue dialect, like a delicate Jiangnan woman, yet her words possessed a bold and masculine
air. Hearing Hong Fu interject, his interest was piqued again, and he hurriedly asked, "Miss Hong Fu, today I must hear
your insightful views on the profound principles of chess!"
Hong Fu flicked her whisk and began to speak eloquently: "Lord Xue! I have no profound insights whatsoever. I merely learned from books that
Ban Gu treatise on the principles of chess, and Ma Rong wrote a poem on Go; Fei Ziqi, 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 meaning?"
"Haha! Well said, well said!" Yang Su clapped his hands in praise with satisfaction. Xue Daoheng, on a sudden impulse,
continued , "Miss Hongfu's words are quite insightful. I would like to ask you something else, please forgive my abruptness."
"Please speak, sir." "
Miss Hongfu, I enjoy composing poetry and am quite perceptive in observing things. I have often seen you
holding your red whisk in the morning and never letting it out of your hand in the evening. You are neither a Buddha nor an immortal, neither a Confucian nor a Taoist. I wonder if there is any story behind it?"
"This... Hongfu?" Hongfu stammered, unable to speak. Yang Su nodded repeatedly, as this was
something he had always found puzzling. He said, "I also want to know the secret!"
Hong Fu pondered for a moment, then said loudly, "Are you asking me about Hong Fu? I carry it with me everywhere, 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 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 difficult about it."
"Oh my! Hong Fu, your silver tongue 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 brocade wrapped around trees and torches displayed, 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 strolled along the imperial city's streets and saw performances of ball-jumping dances, whirling dances, masked dances, and sword dances on the eastern street, along with performances from Yandong
, Qingdong, Xiliangdong, and Gaochangdong, all accompanied by lively singing and dancing; on the southern street, there were performances of carrying tripods, swallowing knives, and walking on fire." The performances included
various acrobatic and magical acts, as well as the Five Animal Frolics and the Hundred Beasts Frolics, all accompanied by music and drumming, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere. It is said that on that night, more than 18,000 people played stringed instruments and wind
instruments . The entire Eastern Capital Imperial City was transformed into a stage, and the marketplace became
a stage for dancing and singing.
Xue Daoheng sighed and continued, "The Emperor spends so much money, just to show off to foreign tribes the
wealth, prosperity, and flourishing of our dynasty!"
Hearing this, Yang Su felt very unhappy. The Emperor had ordered him to guard the Western Capital, but the court was holding a grand celebration in the Eastern Capital Imperial Palace and Gardens
without summoning him, leaving him out in the cold. Yang Su grew increasingly angry, but an idea suddenly came to
mind . He said, "Brother Xuanqing, on the night of the Lantern Festival, His Majesty held a grand performance of various plays in Luoyang (Eastern Capital) to celebrate with the people. This has neglected
the capital, Xijing (Western Capital). Tomorrow I will petition His Majesty to hold a street performance for him in Xijing during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so that the whole city can
rejoice and demonstrate the prosperity of our dynasty. You must write a poem then! Haha…!"
Xue Daoheng shook his head repeatedly, saying hastily, "Lord Yang! No, no! I'm afraid it would be presumptuous."
"No problem, no problem!" 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 Hongfu accompany him every day to look around
and investigate. This caused trouble for one person who was waiting to see him outside the door. The man seeking an audience outside the gate was none other than Li Jing, the future renowned general
who
would shake the world and establish the early Tang Dynasty. His original name
was Yaoshi, and he hailed from Sanyuan in Yongzhou. Born into an official family, he loved reading military texts from a young age. By his early twenties, he possessed both literary and military prowess,
and was also tall, handsome, and incredibly strong. Unfortunately, his maternal uncle, Han Qinhu, passed away when he was young.
For over a decade, Li Jing received no support and served only as the assistant prefect of the remote Mayi County. Although he submitted ten memorials to the emperor seeking
advancement, they were all in vain. After much deliberation, he decided to seek an audience with Yang Su, the Duke of Yue, to express
his aspirations .
That day, Li Jing, carrying his memorials, went straight to Yang's residence. The gatekeeper, seeing him as a commoner, ignored him for a long time.
Later, Li Jing had a sudden inspiration and sent the letter requesting an audience along with the Azure Dragon Sword. It wasn't until noon that he was allowed to enter the high-walled
courtyard.
When Li Jing entered the listening hall, Yang Su was 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, have n't you?
Stay at my residence for a few days. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll invite you to enjoy the lantern festival on Chang'an Street..."
"My lord, I have important matters to discuss with you."
"If it's urgent, let's talk after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Upon hearing this, Li Jing was very anxious and hurriedly handed over a memorial, saying, "I have a military strategy document. Please take a look, my lord."
"Miss Hongfu, please accept the document for me." After Yang Su finished speaking, a beautiful woman gracefully took
the military strategy document. She didn't speak, but her expressive eyes were fixed on Li Jing.
However, Li Jing had no interest in peeking at the beauty. He changed the subject, saying, "I
have another word to say, 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.
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, "That is very
true ."
"I would like to say a few more words."
"Please speak!" Yang Su unconsciously added the word "please."
"My lord, do you know that although our dynasty is wealthy, with granaries like Taicang, Hanjia, Yongfeng, and Taiyuan storing millions of bushels of grain and
mountains of cloth, His Majesty's extravagant construction projects have exhausted the people and resources, and his relentless military campaigns have left the people impoverished, bones strewn
across the fields 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, to recuperate, and
to live in harmony. They earnestly hope that someone will urge His Majesty to cease military campaigns and restore order to the nation. We hope that only one person can undertake this task."
"Who?"
"That is none other than you, my lord, who, with your unrewarded achievements and overwhelming power, dare to challenge His Majesty!"
"Haha, haha! How delightful! I haven't heard such eloquent words in a long time!" Yang Su's face lit up with joy,
his radiant countenance gleaming burst into laughter, laughing so hard he coughed, 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 wine until we're thoroughly drunk
. Musicians, begin playing my newly composed 'Song of Longing for You.' Hong Fu, you hold the Ban Jie fan, and..." " I'll dance a '
Startled Swan 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, recited poems and sang songs, rambling on and on. He then became completely drunk, collapsing into the arms of the
stunningly , and fell fast asleep, ignoring Li Jing completely. Li Jing had no choice but to return to the inn dejectedly.
From the moment Li Jing entered, Hong Fu's shrewd eyes never left him. Until Li Jing left in disappointment,
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
bewildered and unable to understand. Several mournful cries of wild geese came from outside the window; it must be past midnight.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door: "Young Master Li, Young Master Li!"
Li Jing hurriedly got up and opened the door. He looked closely and saw a young man in a tall hat and wide belt, dressed in a purple robe and black shawl, slipping
into the room. Li Jing looked at his fair and handsome face, feeling a sense of familiarity, yet unable to recall where he had seen him before. He
asked hesitantly, "Who are you...?"
"I am from the Yue Duke's mansion... Don't you recognize me, Young Master?" His voice was clear and bright like a silver bell.
"Did Master Yang send you? Could it be that he..."
"No! I came on my own." With that, he removed his hat and belt, took off his purple robe, revealing a high bun and a flowing skirt
. A captivatingly beautiful woman appeared before him. Li Jing's heart pounded. Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared before his eyes, and the
woman flicked up a red whisk hidden beside her, saying, "Young master, do you remember me now? I am Hong Fu."
"You are... Miss Hong Fu." Li Jing then recalled that during their conversation at the Yang residence earlier that day, this
woman holding a red whisk had been staring at him intently. Her dance, "The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water," was graceful and elegant. Her long sleeves fluttered, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and
she was captivatingly charming... but at the time, he was preoccupied with anxiety and had not paid her any attention.
Li Jing asked in surprise, "Miss, why have you come here so late at night?" Hong Fu's
face flushed with a hint of shyness, and she softly replied, "I have seen many people in the world, but none can compare to
you, young My dreams are not solitary; I wish to rely on a tall tree, so I have come to seek you out, hoping you will not abandon me."
Li Jing saw that the woman standing gracefully before him was so beautiful that she made the whole room shine. Overjoyed, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't contain himself. He
instinctively grasped Hongfu's slender hand and said emotionally, "How could you find your way to this humble inn in
the dead of night ? You must be cold. Let me make you some soup..."
"No need, sir!" Hongfu sat down gracefully, gazing at Li Jing with tender eyes as deep as
still water .
Li Jing, still excited, suddenly thought: 'This woman is a complete stranger, we've only met once, yet
she eloped . 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, brewed a cup of tea, and offered it to Hong Fu, saying, "I, Li Jing, was originally a minor official
, now wandering the world, drifting aimlessly like a mayfly, with nowhere to belong. I fear I have failed your kindness, Miss. You should
return to the Yang family mansion!"
Hong Fu, who was staring intently at Li Jing, seemed to have already seen through his thoughts, and immediately interrupted him, saying, "The Yang
family mansion is a grand mansion, with luxurious clothes and sumptuous food, like a palace, but Hong Fu does not love it. Today, Hong Fu has come to you, sir, not only for her own
life , and even more so for the sake of the country. It is not an impulsive act, and I hope you can understand my
sincerity."
Li Jing was astonished by these words, as if struck by lightning, and waited for her to finish. Hongfu took
a sip of tea and slowly said, "Today, young master, you advised Lord Yue at the Yang residence 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 ability to turn the tide. But in reality,
the current emperor is increasingly suspicious of his meritorious officials and is gradually distancing himself from them. Duke Yue has long since lost favor. The emperor
entrusted Duke Yue with the defense of Xijing and moved to Luoyang to escape his control. In his resentment, Duke Yue has followed the emperor's example
, indulging in extravagance and pleasure, seeking solace in a life of debauchery. Although he was a hero for a time, he is now a
mere corpse, his life hanging by a thread. Perhaps one day, the empire will collapse, and none will remain unscathed. Those with ambition who follow him
will only sink like pearls into the sea, their swords worn out in Yanshan. Although Hong Fu is just an ordinary woman, she must think about her future; you, sir, should be
even more discerning!"
"I see!" Li Jing suddenly understood.
Hong Fu then asked, "Since Lord Yang Yue is unreliable, what are your plans, young master?" Li Jing,
upon hearing this, was somewhat bewildered. Stranded in the capital, caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do, he
fell pondered, Hong Fu said, "Perhaps, young master, you could go to Jiangdu, present yourself as a descendant of a prestigious family to the Emperor
, and request that he lead the campaign against Liaodong, establishing merit to advance your career. This is not an impossible 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, young master, were to go to Liaodong, you would only be aiding and abetting evil, absolutely unacceptable."
Li Jing nodded, saying, "I also absolutely do not wish to use the trampling of lives as a stepping stone to advancement. So, in your opinion, what should I
do?"
Hong Fu said, "The benevolent should relieve the world's distress and save the lives of the common people; the wise should know that the tyrant
is gone and the new generation is rising. If you, young master, wish to carry out a great undertaking and restore order to the world, I have three strategies to offer
you: superior, middle, and inferior."
Li Jing listened intently and asked urgently, "Tell me quickly!"
"Young master, you could move to the Yang residence. Firstly, you could take the opportunity to express your feelings to Lord Yue; secondly, you could mobilize several of Lord Yue's close friends and
family to persuade him to rebel against Xijing, using his remaining influence to carry out your grand plan. However, this would take time, and Lord Yue is already old
and frail, probably nearing his end. Therefore, this is the inferior strategy."
"Then what about the middle strategy?"
Hong Fu asked in a low voice, "Does young master know someone who can take Lord Yue's place in this endeavor?"
"Who is this person?"
"Lord Yue's son, currently the Minister of Rites."
"Yang Xuangan?" Li Jing asked in surprise.
"Indeed, Yang Xuangan has long been dissatisfied with the current court, and he is currently amassing military power in Liyang. Many sons of powerful and noble families
are secretly flocking to him, such as Yang Gongdao, son of Prince Guan Yang Xiong; Lai Yuan, son of Lai Hu'er; Fei Shuang, son of Fei Yun…
and even Han Shi, son of your uncle, the Grand General Han Qinhu, is going 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 shows favor to 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 impatient for quick success; his demeanor is not even half that of Lord Yue. He is probably not capable of conquering the world. If you join him,
you only have a 50% chance of success. Therefore, this is a mediocre strategy."
"The best strategy?" Li Jing listened intently.
Hong Fu paused here, then asked instead, "Today, heroes are eager for talent. You, sir, are
from a military family, a man of exceptional ability. Is there no one who can offer you a good strategy?"
Li Jing remained silent. At this moment, Hong Fu leaned closer to Li Jing and said mysteriously, "In the Yang residence, I often heard Lord Yue
discussing with others that Li Yuan and his son are extraordinary men, 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, "Hong Fu, on this forked road,
are you perhaps a gift from heaven, a confidante to help me?"
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, they both reached out to remove each other's clothes almost simultaneously. Apart from the movements of their hands and bodies, letting
the clothes slip off, their lips remained pressed together. Their naked bodies pressed together, the pleasure of their skin
against each other made Li Jing's blood boil, and he couldn't help but knead Hong Fu's buttocks vigorously. The elastic and soft touch
sent a deep 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 held the back of Li Jing's head, twisting her upper body so that her breasts touched Li Jing
's cheeks. The ticklish and comfortable feeling made her nipples gradually harden.
Li Jing's hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, slid down and stopped between Hong Fu's buttocks,
moving . When Li Jing's fingers touched Hong Fu's peach blossom cave, he felt that it was slippery and sticky, already wet
. At this point, Li Jing could no longer restrain himself. He lifted Hong Fu up from her buttocks and turned
her around to sit on the edge of the bed.
Hong Fu lay supine 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. A soft "plop"
followed by a soft "ah!" echoed as Hong Fu felt a fullness in her vagina, the entrance to her vagina slightly stinging from the stretching of his penis, for Li Jing's
penis was thicker and larger than Yang Su's.
Li Jing's penis had only penetrated halfway when he felt Hong Fu's vagina was narrow and tight, gripping his penis with immense pleasure.
The position allowed Li Jing to take the initiative, thrusting gently and deliberately, eliciting continuous moans
and a constant flow of vaginal fluid from Hong Fu. With the gradual relaxation of her vagina and the increased lubrication from her fluids, 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 sharp "whoosh!" his penis slammed into Hong Fu's cervix!
"Ahhh!..." Li Jing's deep thrust almost made Hong Fu faint. She felt as if his penis was
piercing her body, pressing against her throat, causing her body to vibrate violently; her moans and groans became hoarse and
muffled .
Li Jing couldn't help but let out an "Oh!" He felt his penis being tightly gripped, almost suffocating, and the numbness, tingling, and
itching sensation made his limbs feel incredibly comfortable. The desire for even greater pleasure made him thrust like a warrior charging into battle.
Hong Fu, limp and powerless, allowed 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 screamed in a series of cries, arching her back and twisting her lower body.
The intense climax was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth. As she slowly awoke from the dizziness of the climax, she realized that Li Jing had his head
resting on her chest, lying on top of her, breathing heavily; his penis was still reluctant to leave her honey hole, only slightly limp
; semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat had soaked her buttocks, back, and the mattress...
Li Jing, panting, caressed Hong Fu's soft, smooth skin and said with feeling, "Hong Fu, I love you..."
Hong Fu interrupted Li Jing, saying 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 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 from her dream. Li Jing slightly opened his sleepy eyes, the pillow was still fragrant, the quilt was still warm,
but he could not see Hong Fu beside him. Li Jing immediately jumped out of bed, looking extremely uneasy 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 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 settled, unable to hide his joy, and exclaimed, "
What virtue or ability do I, Li Jing, possess to be so favored by Heaven and have such a beautiful wife!"
Hong Fu buried her cheek in Li Jing's strong chest, and said in a soft, teasing voice, "Li Lang's lofty ambition
and desire to save the people from their suffering have moved Heaven, so Heaven sent me to accompany you. As long as your resolve remains unchanged, I
will never leave you!"
Li Jing's eyes welled up with tears, and he said excitedly, "My wife, I will never betray you in this life! God bears 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 held you like this for the rest of my life, it still wouldn't be enough. My wife, you are so captivating!"
Hong Fu playfully scolded, "You 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 gently with her breath. Hong
Fu, seeing the desire in Li Jing's eyes, blushed even more, casually covering her chest with her hand, saying,
"So embarrassing..." Her alluring posture was enough to intoxicate anyone who saw her.
Even the wise and powerful Li Jing couldn't resist such temptation. He reached out and
easily moved Hong Fu's hand, which was merely feigning concealment and offering no real resistance, away. He then casually opened her blouse, revealing her firm, towering
breasts. Li Jing lowered his head and took Hong Fu's nipple into his mouth.
He passionately teased her with his lips and tongue, while his palms pressed against Hong Fu's vulva, caressing it. "
Mmm ...ah!" Waves of tickling sensations washed over her, causing Hong Fu to writhe and tremble. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and she moaned softly
, "Oh...oh...don't...don't...lick anymore...ah...it tickles..." Her wanton demeanor was
completely different from her usual quiet and virtuous self.
Li Jing licked and kissed Hong Fu's delicate breasts for a while, then moved his lips to roam all over her body, sometimes her pink neck
and fragrant shoulders; sometimes her lower abdomen and navel; his fingers even probed into her moist, warm vulva. Hong Fu was
aroused by Li Jing, and waves of heat surged out, while the flow of her vaginal fluid made her vulva feel like it
was crawling with insects, unbearably itchy. Hong Fu moaned lasciviously, "Ah... Li Lang... I... I want..."
Upon hearing Hong Fu's wanton moans and lewd words, Li Jing also felt his lust overwhelm him. In a few moments, he took off his clothes, pressed down
on , licking her earlobe while rubbing his hard penis against her vulva. The tender
flesh of Hong Fu's labia seemed to feel the heat of Li Jing's penis, making her whole body hot; the occasional touch of his penis and glans
to the clitoris at the top of her vulva sent waves of pleasurable shivers down Hong Fu's spine.
Hong Fu, seemingly unable to bear the torment of the penis's impenetrable grip, reached out and
grasped pleading, "Quick...quickly insert...mmm...insert it...ah..." When Li Jing
's penis met the entrance, Hong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, then thrust her hips forward, her vagina
swallowing half of the penis.
"Ah...so...so comfortable...oh..." Hong Fu's voice trembled, and
her arms !
When Li Jing's penis entered Hong Fu's body, a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over him, making him feel as if all his strength had suddenly left him
, and he pressed all his weight onto her, then simply thrust his hips in and out. Li Jing's penis...
The rod slid smoothly through Hongfu's moist, slippery vagina, the glans rubbing and scratching against her vaginal walls
, the tight, gripping friction a pleasure beyond words.
Li Jing gradually propped himself up with his hands, channeling all his strength into their lower body, as if galloping across
a vast plain, gradually increasing speed and force. With each thrust, Hongfu let out
a series of , straining to arch her hips and circling; her breasts swayed incessantly
, beads of sweat seemingly splashing from her trembling nipples.
Hongfu's moans grew louder, until finally she was almost screaming, then her body
stiffened , her hands gripping Li Jing's neck tightly. Li Jing thrust forward with all his might, and with a low growl
, an indescribable pleasure erupted, streams of semen gushing from his penis, surging into
her uterus .
The two collapsed into each other, utterly relieved. What in the world could be more peaceful and
serene ?
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In the early morning, Hongfu let her cascading hair fall loose, combing it against the small window, savoring the second passionate
encounter . A blush rose to her cheeks, making her appear exceptionally beautiful against the backdrop of a peony by the window.
In the courtyard, Li Jing was cooking mutton while scrubbing his red horse.
At that moment, a man emerged from the guest room. He was of medium height, wearing a gauze hat and a fur coat wrapped inside out. His
cheeks were covered with a long, curly, red beard, and his eyes, like copper bells, were piercing and commanding. He led a
donkey from the porch, tied it to a tree beside him, and then sat down casually at the table in the courtyard. He faced the small window,
pouring himself a drink while intently observing Hongfu inside the room.
Hongfu was sweeping the windowpane with a whisk when she caught a glimpse of the man in the courtyard. Her heart skipped a beat, and a name
came to mind. Li Jing, who was already impatient, thought, "How dare he stare at someone's wife so brazenly!" But
he held back his anger.
The man stared at Hongfu for a while, then began to hum and recite: "A graceful beauty, why has she ended up in this thatched hut?
A spring breeze rises from the ground, filling the room with fragrant clouds."
Li Jing could not tolerate such provocation and, in a fit of rage, was about to confront him. At this moment, Hongfu came out of the room
, subtly waving to Li Jing, and hurried to the courtyard to speak with the man, saying, "May I ask your surname, sir?"
"My surname is Zhang," he replied, bowing.
"I am also surnamed Zhang. So we are siblings," Hongfu said with a smile.
"Where is your husband?"
Hong Fu pointed to Li Jing, who was squatting to the side, angrily brushing his horse. "Here he is!" she said, "
Li Jing, come quickly to see this gentleman." Li Jing had no choice but to reluctantly come over.
The man asked, "What is your esteemed name?"
"Li Jing, from Sanyuan."
"So you are Li Yaoshi."
"And you are…?"
"My name is Zhang Zhongjian, from Qinzhou."
Upon hearing this name, Li Jing felt it was familiar. Seeing the man's thick, curly red beard, he hurriedly asked in surprise, "Could you
be the Bearded Old Man?"
"Haha! Haha…"
Li Jing quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "It is my honor to meet you and witness your splendid appearance. I have been impolite
." He then busied himself preparing wine and food.
No wonder Hong Fu was shocked upon seeing him and treated him with such respect. It turned out that this Bearded Old Man was a famous figure in the Qin region
, and Li Jing had already heard of his name and legends!
As the saying goes, "Heroes emerge in times of chaos!" At that time, war raged everywhere, and turmoil was brewing. In Changbai Mountain
,
Wang Bo, a man of integrity, gathered his followers; south of the Yellow River, Zhai Rang led the Wagang Army in rebellion. Popular legend also circulated about a mysterious figure who believed in Taoism, known as "The Bearded Old Man." It is said that the Bearded Old Man possessed extraordinary skills, specializing in robbing the rich to help the poor and killing many unjust people. Once
, he and his followers robbed a merchant ship on the Grand Canal, seizing a large fortune; another time,
he also abducted a magnificent dragon horse that the government had confiscated from a foreign land while it was passing through Jiangdu. He hid a vast sum of money, fine horses, and weapons in a secret place, exclusively for
the use of . If anyone was in trouble and sought his help, he would generously give away his wealth as if it were dirt. However, he always traveled the world with
a priest who was skilled in observing celestial phenomena and understanding the workings of clouds, appearing and disappearing without a trace...
Hong Fu was also busy and quick-wittedly preparing bowls and dishes. The bearded old man pointed to the food cooking on the stove and asked, "
What is being cooked here? It smells so good. I'm quite hungry. May I have some to eat?"
Hong Fu quickly replied, "It's mutton, which is just right for your family." So she brought a bowl of fragrant mutton to
the table .
At this moment, the bearded old man picked up a leather bag beside him and said, "I also have some snacks here
. I wonder if Mr. Li would like to share with me?" After saying this, he took out a bloody human head from the leather bag, along with a
mangled heart. Upon seeing this, Hong Fu took a few steps back, but immediately composed herself and forced herself to sit down at the table.
The bearded old man then put the head back into the bag, pulled out a dagger from his boot, chopped the heart and liver into pieces, and threw them to the lame
donkey under the tree. Li Jing asked in surprise, "Whose head is this? Why did you cut it off, Brother Zhang?"
"Lord Li," the bearded old man replied, "look at this head. It's the head of a treacherous traitor; this heart is a wicked heart harboring evil; this tongue is a
tongue that churns up turbulent waves; this mouth is a mouth that spews filth. What use is this filthy creature of the world? I've spent ten years obtaining this,
and I will not spare him. Beheading him and ripping out his heart—how satisfying!" Having said this, he drank three cups of wine, chewing on mutton while simultaneously
chopping meat with his knife and throwing it at the lame donkey. But the donkey did not eat it.
Hong Fu stared in disbelief. Li Jing exclaimed, "I have always admired your heroic spirit."
The bearded man stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Li, you are mistaken. I am not worthy of your patronage. Judging from your dignified bearing,
you are a great man. I wonder where you will serve?"
"I will go to Taiyuan to serve Li Yuan and his son."
The bearded man nodded in approval. "As the saying goes, 'A good minister chooses his lord, and a good bird chooses its tree.' This is a very good idea."
At this moment, Hong Fu, seeing the blood, felt nauseous and quickly apologized, asking to leave to rest in her room. The bearded man looked at
her graceful figure and said, "Mr. Li, you are a poor scholar. How could you have won the heart of such a beautiful woman?"
"To tell you the truth, she was originally a concubine in the household of Yang Situ, the governor of Xijing. It's just that..." Li Jing then
recounted the whole story.
The bearded old man said, "Mr. Li, with such a beautiful woman by your side, how can you be at ease?"
"That's exactly what's troubling me."
"This is not difficult; I can help you now!" The bearded old man drank another cup and said, "You and your wife will return to the capital in three days..."
In the afternoon, they waited at Fenyang Bridge. Someone came to lead the two to a residence and settle them in. After saying this, he got up
, clasped his hands, took the donkey, hummed a little tune, and rode away.
Hongfu called out urgently from the window, "Brother Zhang, please wait! Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
"See you later, see you later, hahaha...!" A string of loud laughter lingered outside the inn.

(IV)
Li Jing and Hongfu returned to Xijing and arrived at Fenyang Bridge three days later.
At the head of Fenyang Bridge, a young Taoist was looking into the distance. When he saw a handsome man riding a tall horse
with a beautiful young woman in his arms, the woman holding a red whisk, he knew that this was the old man's guest and immediately came over to greet him.
After speaking with him, the young Taoist led them through the streets and alleys, across small bridges and secluded paths, to a small courtyard. Opening the wooden gate, they entered the house
and found it to be a quiet and elegant residence.
Several women resembling Daoist nuns approached and said, "This residence in Wulingfang is a villa bought by the Bearded Old Man, which
we are responsible for guarding. Yesterday, he instructed us to welcome his sworn sister, Miss Hongfu, to stay here, and we are waiting for her here."
The group then led the couple to see the residence and courtyard.
In the afternoon, male and female servants busied themselves preparing a banquet to welcome the couple. Li Jing and Hongfu drank together, and after several
rounds of wine, Hongfu said contentedly, "Li Lang, I have made all the necessary arrangements, and you can depart tomorrow. Today, I toast you
, hoping you will not give up on yourself, but achieve great things. Hongfu awaits your good news here. To express my feelings, I will compose a song, and let me
sing and dance for you." Having said this, Hongfu rose from her seat, tidied herself slightly, raised her red whisk, and gracefully began to dance.
From this secluded villa came a rare song: "A rolling journey, heavy with parting thoughts, the road stretches endlessly
. Helplessly, the swallows fly west, the shrike flies east. It breaks the heart at the crossroads. I fear only the desolate, empty embroidered door. It's hard to bear, the door closed, pear blossoms
embracing the night rain..."
These lines stirred a bitter feeling in the heart of the iron-willed Li Jing. After drinking a cup of wine, he said, "
How about I dedicate a 'Liang Drum and Horn Flute' to you?" With that, he rose and brandished his sword, its cold light gleaming. He sang: "
Mounting I don't grasp the whip, but instead break off a willow branch. Sitting here, I play the long flute, making the traveler sorrowful." They recited poems, drank wine,
and said goodbye until the night was deep.
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The next day, Hong Fu silently packed Li Jing's belongings, watching sadly as the moment of parting drew
near.
A day passed, and as it was time for bed, Li Jing showed no sign of leaving. Seeing this, Hong Fu
said sternly, "Li Lang, you are a scholar. Do you know which ancient person said this?"
"What is it?"
"‘Go! To be attached to what you love and to be content with your lot will ruin your reputation.
’"
Li Jing replied, "I know! But I can't recall which ancient person said it."
Hong Fu sighed, "Alas! Haven't you heard the story of the woman from Qi advising Prince Chong'er of Jin?"
"Oh, I remember, I remember! The *Zuo Zhuan* records: Prince Chong'er of Jin fled to Qi. Duke Huan of Qi
married a Qi woman to him and gave him twenty fine horses. Chong'er was content with the pleasures of Qi and did not miss his homeland. His attendants reminded him
not to forget the important matter of rebuilding the state, but he did not listen. So they plotted to return to Jin in the mulberry grove, which was
discovered by his wife, Jiang. Not only did Jiang not try to stop her husband, but she also urged him to return quickly. At that time, she said, 'You have
ambitions for the four corners of the world... Go! To be content with comfort is to ruin your reputation.' Don't you think so?"
Hong Fu smiled: "Yes! Later, Prince Chong'er still did not leave. What did Jiang do?"
"She conspired with her attendants to get Chong'er drunk, put him in a carriage, and sent him out of Qi. By the time Chong'er woke up, they were already
far beyond the Qi border."
"And then?"
"After that, Chong'er rebuilt the Jin state and became one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, didn't he?"
Hong Fu revealed a shrewd look in her eyes. "Then... Li Lang, will you also have Hong Fu follow Jiang Nu's plan?"
"Hmm..." Li Jing was speechless. Li Jing looked into the distance, as if talking to himself, "Alright, I'll leave tomorrow!"
Although Hong Fu showed an appreciative smile on her face, her heart was bleeding because of the impending separation. Hong Fu offered her cherry lips to kiss
Li Jing, and finally couldn't hold back, hot tears welled up in her eyes.
The kiss before parting seemed to make them more excited and passionate. Both of them wished that time could stand still at
this moment forever!
Perhaps it was the atmosphere that made Hong Fu act almost frantically; she took the initiative to kiss Li Jing's face;
she took the initiative to take off Li Jing's clothes, kissing his chest and abdomen, leaving fragrant lip prints all over his body; her soft
hands also kept teasing Li Jing's penis and scrotum.
Li Jing squinted comfortably, calling out, "Oh... Hong Fu... my wife... um... um..." His hands
were busy undressing Hong Fu. Hong Fu loosened her hair, tossed her head, and with a whoosh
, her long, flowing hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. Her beautiful body, which he could never tire of looking at, was like a jade fairy, captivating Li Jing's gaze.
Li Jing leaned closer, his left hand tightly embracing Hong Fu, kissing her
;
his right hand lifted her left leg, his erect penis positioned directly at her entrance. With a slight thrust, his penis smoothly entered her wet and slippery vagina. "Um... um... Li Lang... good... um... so deep... um..." Hong Fu's hands clasped around Li Jing's neck,
her body rising and falling with his powerful thrusts, her full breasts being squeezed and rubbed against Li Jing's
chest .
"Mmm...mmm...Li Lang...I...can't take it...ah...mmm..." Hong Fu rested her head on Li Jing's shoulder,
moaning softly in his ear. Li Jing thrust powerfully, seemingly supporting Hong Fu's
weight making her feel so relaxed and weak that she felt as if she were collapsing. One of her legs trembled violently, and if it weren't for
Li Jing's embrace, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
Hong Fu tilted her head back and screamed with all her might. She was being brought to orgasm by Li Jing's thrusts, her juices flowing freely, the swollen wetness
running down her thighs. Hong Fu begged for mercy: "...Li...Li...Li Lang...I can't stand...I can't take it..."
Although Hong Fu said she couldn't take it, she raised her legs and wrapped them around Li Jing's waist and hips, hanging her body on him. Li Jing hugged Hong Fu's buttocks tightly
, pressing his lower body even closer, then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.
Hong Fu dizzy with pleasure. Li Jing simply let his penis remain immersed in her warm vagina, feeling
the massage-like contractions of the vaginal walls, enjoying a different kind of tranquil pleasure. His hands gently caressed Hong Fu's delicate skin.
As Hong Fu's climax subsided, she gazed intently at Li Jing's face, as if trying to
imprint into her heart. Hong Fu thought about Li Jing's departure, wondering when they would meet again, perhaps forever… Lost in thought…
Tears welled up in her eyes again. Looking at the pitiful Hong Fu, Li Jing understood her pain, for he himself was in the
same boat.
He licked away her tears with his lips, his fervent patriotism almost crumbling at that moment. If
Hong Fu had uttered even half a word about not wanting him to leave, Li Jing would have stayed without hesitation. Hong Fu could
sense Li Jing's thoughts, but she also knew she had to appear stronger than him, even if it meant forcing a smile. Lost
in thought, Hong Fu was gradually aroused again by Li Jing's caresses and kisses. Only then did she realize that
Li Jing 's penis was still deeply inserted inside her, and her face flushed again, her emotions
rising rapidly like a gust of wind. Hong Fu gently pushed Li Jing onto the bed, straddled his chest with her back to him, and lowered her head to take his thick,
erect penis into her mouth.
"Ah!...Wife...Oh...So good...Mmm..." Li Jing felt his penis being
sucked and rubbed by soft tongues, waves of tingling, numbness, and itching coursing through his body. While licking
and sucking his penis, Hong Fu rubbed her vulva against Li Jing's chest back and forth. As the range of motion
widened , the amount of vaginal fluid left on his chest increased, becoming more lubricated.
Li Jing could clearly see Hong Fu's red vaginal opening opening and closing as if breathing; the sticky wetness
covering her vulva seemed to have a layer of glistening protective film. Almost frantically, Li Jing pulled Hong Fu's waist and hips closer,
pressing her vulva against his face, rubbing her labia with his lips; probing her honeyed opening with his tongue; and swallowing her
flowing, sour vaginal fluid.
The moans and groans filled the room with a sweet, spring-like atmosphere. No one could have imagined that this couple,
deeply in love , were about to be separated…
The next morning, Li Jing awoke to find his side empty. He quickly rose and called for Hong Fu, but a
servant handed him a letter and a scroll of military strategy, inscribed "The Bearded Old Man's Collection." The servant said, "Miss Hong Fu packed
her things and left at dawn, saying that she cannot return home unless you, sir, depart." Li Jing opened the letter, realizing it was Hong Fu urging him to leave.
Tears streamed down his face. He hardened his heart and rode eastward.
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As winter ended and spring arrived, the Wei River remained frozen. The tall green locust trees along the post road were now bare.
Li Jing dejected and disheartened, kept looking back westward. Where had Hong Fu gone? Alas, it was all his fault for being too
attached to her. He never expected that even a seven-foot-tall man like himself would become so weak-willed and sentimental.
Li Jing spurred his horse eastward. Ahead lay Hangu Pass,
a strategic pass where "carts could not derail and horses could not ride side by side." However, Li Jing had traversed it many times before, so he knew the way well and rode forward without stopping. He was
almost when suddenly, his red horse neighed and leaped into the air. Li Jing tripped over a rope and tumbled down. A group of
men quickly bound him and shoved him into a chariot.
Inside the military tent, after the blindfold was removed, Li Jing saw a general sitting upright in the hall and immediately
recognized him as Duke Li Yuan of Tang. Standing beside him was a handsome young man with bright eyes. Li Jing thought to himself, "This
must be Li Shimin."
The general in the hall asked sternly, "Who are you?"
"Li Jing, Prefect of Mayi County."
"Why have you come here alone?"
"I have come specifically to seek refuge with the General."
"Are you spying on our army's movements?"
"Liu Wenjing, a subordinate of the General, is an old friend of mine; you can ask him to testify."
"You are so cunning! Liu Wenjing is on a mission to the Turks and is not in the army. You are using his name to deceive us. Take him out and execute him
!"
At this moment, Li Jing shouted, "General, you raised an army to rid the world of evil and relieve suffering. How can you not consider the greater good and indiscriminately
kill brave men?"
Li Yuan remained silent. Then, Li Shimin whispered to his father, "Li Jing is no ordinary man. Liu Wenjing has repeatedly recommended him to
me . I hope Father will reconsider."
Li Yuan remained silent. At this moment, Li Jing had already been pushed outside the camp gate. Someone rushed into the tent and reported, "
General, please look, there is a military book and a letter in his baggage."
Li Yuan took it and saw that it was written in a woman's delicate handwriting: "Li Lang: I am leaving now with tears in my eyes, only because I see that you
love me deeply, and I fear that I will ruin your future. After I leave, I hope you will quickly go to Taiyuan and join the Li family, and not let my efforts go to waste
. When you have achieved fame and success, I will come to you. Hong Fu bows."
Upon seeing this letter, Li Yuan hurriedly ordered, "Untie him quickly! Untie him quickly!"
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(Epilogue)
In the second year of Wude, after defeating Wang Shichong of Luochuan, Li Yuan ordered Li Jing to attack Xiao Xian, who held Jingzhou. Xiao Xian relied on
the natural defenses and stubbornly resisted. When Li Jing attacked Shanzhou, he could not advance an inch for several months. At this time, Emperor Gaozu was furious at Li Jing's
delay and missed the opportunity to fight. He secretly ordered Xu Zhao, the governor of Shanzhou, to pass on the order to Li Jing: "If the enemy is not captured within ten days, he shall be executed according to military law
!" Seeing that the deadline had passed and the situation showed no signs of improvement, Li Jing was extremely anxious and at a loss.
That day, Li Jing avoided his officers and returned to his tent. After drinking several cups of wine alone, he raised his cup with both hands, knelt facing
northwest , and burst into tears, silently saying, "Madam! Madam! I, Li Jing, have failed you
in your efforts. If we cannot defeat the rebel tomorrow, we will never meet again. Please take care of yourself!"
"Haha! Haha! General Li, why are you in such a sorry state?" A black robe fluttered in the wind from inside the tent, revealing a
handsome young man in a purple crown and sable coat, dressed exactly as he had been the night before.
"Hong Fu… Madam, what brings you here?" Li Jing recognized Hong Fu, whom he had longed for, at a glance,
and thought he was dreaming.
"You've been unable to defeat the enemy here, caught in a dilemma. News of your attack has already reached the north. Brother Zhang was originally going to Fuyu, but turned back
halfway and came with me on this urgent journey. He asked me to present you with ten volumes of secret military treatises. Look, I've already prepared them for you
."
Li Jing took the treatises as if they were priceless treasures and eagerly asked, "Where is the old man with the beard?" "He
left several hours ago. I've been waiting for you in this tent for a long time."
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The next day, the execution was scheduled. Li Jing hastily offered a brilliant plan and pleaded for a reprieve. Xu Zhao, pitying his talent,
also pleaded for his life, and he was spared.
Afterwards, Li Jing cleverly used the old man's plan and won battle after battle. From then on, Li Jing never let Hong Fu leave
his side again.
In the second year of the Zhenguan era, Li Jing defeated the Turkic Khagan, and Hong Fu was honored as the wife of the Minister of War.
In the eighth year of the Zhenguan era, Li Jing was appointed Commander-in-Chief and drove the invading Tuyuhun army all the way to Jishi Mountain. In the eleventh year , Hong Fu was granted the title
of Lady of the Duke of Wei.
For decades, Li Jing's military prowess was legendary; he dared to venture out alone, repeatedly launching surprise attacks. Many said he benefited from
the secret military treatises passed down by the Bearded Old Man, while others attributed it to his wife's behind-the-scenes guidance. The truth remains unknown.
Unexpectedly, nearing fifty, Hong Fu succumbed to malaria and passed away peacefully in General Li's embrace.
At the time of her death, her skin was as white as snow, her cheeks as smooth as frost, her face still radiant with spring-like beauty, her jade-like countenance smiling—she retained her unparalleled beauty.
The eternal confidante of this hero, his kindred spirit and soulmate, had departed. Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, issued
an edict stating, "The scale and form of the mausoleum of the Duke of Guo's wife should imitate the stories of Wei
Qing
and Huo Guang of the Mongol Dynasty, with commemorative tombs erected at Tieshan in the territory of the Turks and Jishishan in the territory of the Tuyuhun, to honor the special achievements of the couple." In the seventeenth year of the Zhenguan era, Emperor Taizong further decreed that portraits of Li Jing and twenty-four other meritorious officials be painted
on the Lingyi Pavilion for posterity. At the time, some suggested that a portrait of Lady Hong Fu should be painted next to Li Jing. However, due to Hong Fu
's background, her beautiful image ultimately did not appear on the Lingyi Pavilion. Even
the military treatises attributed to Li Jing and compiled by Hong Fu, such as the three-volume *Six Army Mirror*, *Questions and Answers of Li Weigong*, and *Collected Works of Weigong's Military Strategy*,
have been argued by some to be forgeries. Nevertheless, her poignant story of recognizing elites with discerning eyes has been passed down through the ages.
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