Hong Fu

Red
Author: Huang Quan During the reign of Emperor Wen of Sui, there was a high-ranking and influential minister in the court 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 a form of entertainment in his later years. Among Yang Su's concubines was a remarkable woman who, along with Li Jing, a famous general who helped found the early Tang Dynasty, created a legendary love story that has been passed down through the ages. She is—Hong Fu ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ (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. In her childhood, because her parents were devout believers in Taoist magic, they entrusted her to a Taoist master named 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 and character!"
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, "This grotto-heaven can no longer contain you.
This whisk is a gift from your master. In the future, whenever you encounter trouble, lightly wave this red whisk, and you will surely understand my teachings. " From then
on, Chuchen earned the nickname "Red Whisker." When she bid farewell to her master and returned to her hometown, she found that both her parents had already passed away. At this time, Red Whisker was only sixteen years old.
Alone and adrift, she was sent by the government to the harem of the Chen Dynasty to become a maidservant 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 Hong Fu, who was beautiful and graceful. Yang Su chatted with Hong Fu privately and found her quick-witted, insightful, and even knowledgeable about the political situation. He praised her as a truly beautiful and talented woman, captivating him, and formally took her as a concubine.
On the auspicious day, Hong Fu wore a fresh flower in her hair, a fitted 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, unable to hide his joy as he greeted 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, and whose face was like a peach blossom,
illuminated by the red candlelight—a sight that could intoxicate even the most discerning eye. Yang Su gently helped Hong Fu undress for bed. Hong Fu, though shy, was not timid and naturally helped her husband undress as well. Looking at Hong Fu's jade-like body lying there, her hair completely exposed, a sculpted and exquisite form, Yang Su's hand, which he wanted to touch, trembled slightly
, a hint of trepidation in his heart. 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 race, causing the buds on her breasts to tremble. Yang Su's slightly rough palms caressed Hong Fu's soft, delicate, and flawless skin, making her feel a tingling, almost painful, sensation. Hong Fu seemed to hear her own heart groaning.
Yang Su gently moved Hong Fu's hands away from her chest, softly stroking the base of her breasts. His palms brushed across her nipples, plunging Hong Fu's already intoxicated thoughts into a blissful dizziness. The tingling, itchy feeling shot from her chest to the top of her head and down to her lower abdomen. Hong Fu felt as if a fire was burning in her lower abdomen, the heat slowly spreading, causing beads of sweat to appear on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
Yang Su's caresses expanded, his fingertips sometimes lightly touching the edge of the downy hair on Hong Fu's mons pubis. The inexperienced Hong Fu felt a surge of excitement, a strange stimulation that made her involuntarily twist her legs and rub them together.
Yang Su's gaze fell upon Hong Fu's pair of snow-white, delicate legs, carefully examining the exquisite sight between her legs. He saw that her pubic hair was thick and curly, extending from her mons pubis down to cover her labia; between the thick labia, a thin, long slit revealed a tender, pink clitoris.
Yang Su parted Hong Fu's labia with his fingers, revealing a peach-pink flesh inside, the membrane still glistening with sticky moisture. Hong Fu blushed shyly, her moans like the soft song of a nightingale. Yang Su's fingers then gently slid into the slit of Hong Fu's vulva, following the slippery flow, and entered her vagina, feeling its tightness, smoothness, and warmth. Yang Su instantly felt his blood boil, a surge of heat rushing down his body, causing his already erect penis to twitch a few more times, seemingly swelling even more.
"Ouch, it hurts!" When Yang Su's fingers entered her vagina, a slight stinging pain made Hong Fu moan softly, but then she felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and her jade buttocks swayed slightly. Yang Su inserted his fingers a little deeper, only to find them tight and tight, with no room to maneuver. When he inserted just one finger, Hong Fu trembled in pain. Yang Su pulled his fingers out and saw that they were wet and glistening.
At this moment, Yang Su was already itching unbearably, so he quickly rolled over and pressed down on Hong Fu. His penis aimed at 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 streamed down Hong Fu's face.
But Yang Su's lust was too great to be quelled. Waves of intense pleasure came from the head of his penis, and he couldn't help but push in a little more. Hong Fu was in excruciating pain from this penetration, crying out in pain several times and breaking out in a cold sweat.
Only then did Yang Su feel pity, thinking, "Hong Fu's vagina is narrow, I can't rush in..." So he said, "Spread your legs a little wider, relax, it won't hurt!" Then Yang Su slowly moved his penis in and out, and Hong Fu indeed felt little pain. Yang Su didn't insert his penis all the way in, only about two inches in and out slowly.
Yang Su thrust in and out like this dozens of times, making Hong Fu's whole body numb, and her body fluids surge. Not only did the stinging pain gradually subside, but she also felt extremely itchy. Hong Fu felt that her narrow vagina was completely filled; the hot penis seemed to be branding the vaginal walls, making her numb and itchy, her limbs weak, while her uterus was restless, with waves of heat surging out like a stampede of horses.
As Yang Su thrust in and out, a stream of lubricating fluid flowed out, which, with the aid of lubrication, penetrated deeper and deeper. The pleasure of the friction grew increasingly pleasurable, and he couldn't help but thrust hard, plunging his five-inch-long penis fully into Hong Fu's vagina. "Oh..." Hong Fu bit her lower lip, trembling all over. She felt a swelling in her lower abdomen, a swelling that was both comfortable and wonderful. Although there was still a slight pain, it was no match for the rising tide of lust, and she twisted her waist to cooperate.
Although Yang Su was over fifty years old, he was a military general, invincible on the battlefield, and still strong and healthy. A mere act of lovemaking was no challenge for him. Since Hong Fu was getting into the swing of things, Yang Su thrust even more vigorously, as if charging into battle. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to give in to her 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 they were almost hoarse cries. Hong Fu's waves of orgasm caused the contractions and pulsations of her vaginal walls to become increasingly vigorous and pronounced, until they were practically sucking and chewing on Yang Su's penis.
Yang Su felt a tingling numbness in his lower back and scrotum; his penis throbbed and swelled, 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 wave of pleasure wash over her, her mind blank, before she fainted.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Time flowed by, and Yang Su grew old. One day, the osmanthus blossoms in the west hall were in full bloom. Lord Yue invited his staff to a banquet, with his concubines following behind him. During the banquet, everyone spoke many flattering words, but only Li Xuansui said, "Lord Yue is of high rank and noble status, and his name is known throughout the world. What he owes is only one pill from Laozi."
Yang Su understood his meaning, knowing that his favor with the emperor was likely short-lived. After a moment's thought, Yang Su smiled slightly and said, "I think the elixir of immortality is unnecessary. The affairs of the inner court will be handled according to proper methods."
The next day, Yang Su sat in the inner courtyard, opening the inner and outer screens wide, gathering his concubines, and said, "I think you have served here for so long, I fear it may have wasted your youth. Today, any concubine who wishes to leave and choose a husband, stand on the left; those who do not wish to leave
, stand on the right." Upon hearing this, everyone reacted like birds released from a cage. Hundreds of women shuffled to the left; dozens huddled together on the right. At this moment, two women stood behind Yang Su. Yue Gong turned his head and saw that one was Princess Lechang, holding a sword (Princess Lechang was the sister of Chen Shubao, the last emperor of the Southern Chen dynasty, and was captured by the Sui army, becoming a concubine of Sui general Yang Su. This matter will be discussed later!), and the other was Hong Fu, holding a whisk. Yang Su sighed and said, "You two, step forward! Whether left or right, you should find a place."
Princess Lechang remained silent, weeping, while Hongfu spoke up, "My lord's boundless grace allows us concubines to choose our spouses, a truly rare and joyous occasion; but I've heard the ancients say, 'The deepest gratitude is one's home.'
Moreover, I have no home, and I see no relatives in the world. I will neither stand left nor right; I feel that behind you, sir, is the best place."
Yang Su laughed heartily and nodded in approval. Then, Yang Su instructed the head steward to open the inner gate, allowing the ladies standing on the left to find their own way. They bowed gratefully, weeping as they left.
At this moment, Yang Su felt incredibly relaxed and at ease. From then on, he showered all his affection on Hongfu and Princess Lechang. However, they too did not stay long in the Yang household, each finding their own final resting place in their own way.
Yang Su was an avid Go player. Even during his military career, he would seek out an opponent in his tent for a few games. Since dismissing his concubines, he often had Hong Fu accompany him in Go.
This day, the morning sun streamed into Luohong Pavilion. In the spacious listening hall, Yang Su was playing Go with Hong Fu.
“Master, you’ve lost to me by five stones again this time. You seem troubled lately. Will you come again?” Hong Fu asked, her deep, unfathomable eyes gazing at her master. Hong Fu appeared to be no more than twenty years old, with a graceful and charming figure.
Yang Su chuckled dryly, "Again, again! I haven't played a game for a few days, and you've improved quite a bit? Perhaps a master has been giving you some pointers?"
"Which master could possibly outplay a master like you? But..." Hong Fu continued, "If we're talking about improvement, then we must thank you, sir!"
"When have I ever taught you?" Yang Su asked, puzzled.
"Please look, sir!" Hong Fu pulled out a yellowed book from behind her, the cover of which read "Essentials of Chess Rules," and said, "I found it in your library."
"I see, this is a rare copy I made many years ago!"
"Sir, I'll play one more game, but if I win three in a row, what will you reward me with?" Hong Fu tilted her head, her hand hovering over the chess piece, her憨态 (simple and honest demeanor) immediately charmed Yang Su.
Yang Su vaguely knew what Hong Fu wanted, so he replied, "Just tell me!"
Hong Fu said, "It's what I asked you for the other day..."
Just as Yang Su had expected! Before Hong Fu could finish speaking, Yang Su blurted out, "...Is it the original copy of *The Art of War*, personally annotated by Emperor Wu of Wei?...What use is it to a woman?"
"It's useful!" Hong Fu said firmly.
"Alright, let's do it that way! Come, let's 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. Suddenly, a servant announced, "Master, a guest has arrived! It's Lord Xue, the Prefect of Bozhou."
"Ah! Lord Xue, please see him, please see him, please come to the Luohong Pavilion!"
Xue Daoheng, 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 famous poet of the time. His famous lines from *Xixi Yan*, "Spider webs hang in the dark window, swallows' mud falls from the empty beams," were sung by all 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 have any result?"
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. Have you not heard Tao Kan say: 'Gentlemen, you are all national treasures, why do you do this?'"
Yang Su sighed, "I am old and decaying, how can I talk about national treasures? I just spend my days idly, enjoying my old age!"
Hong Fu, however, chimed in, "Lord Xue, do you not know that although chess is a small game, its meaning is quite great!"
Xue Daoheng had always liked the woman beside Yang Su. The Yang family had many concubines and beauties, but this woman was different. She spoke softly and gently, with a Wu dialect accent at the end, like a delicate Jiangnan woman, yet she spoke with the boldness of a man. Hearing Hong Fu's words, his interest was piqued again, and he hurriedly asked, "Miss Hong Fu, I want to hear your insightful opinion on the profound meaning of chess today!"
Hong Fu flicked her whisk and began to speak eloquently, "Lord Xue! I have no profound opinion whatsoever. I only know from books that Ban Gu had a theory on the principles of chess, and Ma Rong wrote a poem on Go; Fei Yi, in the midst of a game, commanded with composure and repelled the Wei army; Xie An grasped the subtlety of the principles of chess and defeated the Qin army. Isn't this because chess, though seemingly a small game, has profound significance?"
"Haha! Well said, well said!" Yang Su couldn't help but clap his hands in praise after hearing this. Xue Daoheng, on a sudden impulse, continued, "Miss Hongfu's words are quite insightful. I would like to ask one more question, please forgive my abruptness."
"Please speak, sir." "
Miss Hongfu, I enjoy composing poetry and am quite perceptive in observing things. I have seen that red duster, which I hold in my hand from morning till night, yet it is neither Buddhist nor immortal, neither Confucian nor Taoist. I wonder what the story behind it is?" "
This... Hongfu?" Hongfu stammered, remaining silent. Yang Su nodded repeatedly, as this was something he had always found puzzling. He said, "I also want to know the secret!"
Hong Fu pondered for a moment, then said loudly, "Are you asking me about Hong Fu? I carry it with me everywhere, but every day I simply brush away smoke, wipe away dust, swatter mayflies, and scatter willow catkins; I sweep the courtyard to brighten the windows and tables, and clean the curtains to peek at the stars! It can also dispel idle worries, wash away old grudges, soothe the mind, and harmonize one's temperament. There's nothing mysterious or difficult to understand about it."
"Oh my! Hong Fu? This silver tongue of yours is getting more and more mysterious!" Yang Su laughed heartily.
At this moment, Hong Fu changed the subject, saying, "Lord Xue, what new works have you brought this time, and what have you seen and heard in the Eastern Capital?"
Xue Daoheng replied, "I have seen and heard quite a lot. Last time, I submitted a memorial in Luoyang and waited anxiously for over a month, but the Emperor was too busy to attend court. I was detained at the residence of Xu Shanxin, the Minister of Rites, during the Lantern Festival. There, I had a truly eye-opening experience and witnessed a strange event."
"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, with its dozen or so main streets and 130 neighborhoods, was 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 toured the imperial city and saw performances of ball-jumping dances, whirling dances, masked dances, and sword dances on the eastern street, along with performances by Yan Dong, Qing Dong, Xi Liang Dong, and Gao Chang Dong, all accompanied by singing and playing instruments, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere. On the southern street, there were acrobatic and magical acts such as carrying tripods, swallowing knives, and walking on fire, along with performances of the Five Animal Frolics and the Hundred Beasts Play, all accompanied by music and dance, creating a lively and bustling scene. It is said that there were over 18,000 people playing instruments that night. The entire eastern imperial city was transformed into a theatrical stage, and even the commercial markets became stages for dance and song."
Xue Daoheng sighed and continued, "His Majesty spends so much money, just to show off to foreign tribes how wealthy, prosperous, and flourishing our dynasty is!"
Hearing this, Yang Su was very displeased. The Emperor had ordered him to guard Xijing, but the court was holding a grand celebration in the Eastern Capital's imperial gardens, without summoning him, leaving him out in the cold. The more Yang Su thought about it, the angrier he became, but an idea popped into his head. He said, "Brother Xuanqing, on the night of the Lantern Festival, His Majesty held a grand performance of various plays in the Eastern Capital, sharing the joy with the people. This has neglected the main capital, Xijing. Tomorrow I will petition His Majesty to hold a street performance for the Emperor in Xijing during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so that the whole city can rejoice together, to show our dynasty's prosperity. 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 spent his days having Hong Fu accompany him to inspect various places. This caused trouble for someone who was seeking an audience outside the gate. This
person was none other than Li Jing, who would later become a renowned general who shook the world and helped found the early Tang Dynasty. His original name was Yaoshi, and he was from Sanyuan in Yongzhou. Born into an official family, he loved reading military books from a young age. By the time he reached adulthood, he possessed both literary and military talents, and was also tall, handsome, and incredibly strong. Unfortunately, his uncle Han Qinhu passed away when he was young, and for more than a decade, Li Jing had no one to support him, only serving as the assistant prefect of the remote Mayi County. Although he submitted ten memorials to the emperor seeking advancement, they were all in vain. After much deliberation, he decided to seek an audience with Duke Yang Su of Yue to express his ambitions.
That day, Li Jing, carrying his memorial, went straight to Yang's residence
. The gatekeepers, seeing that he was a commoner, ignored him for a long time. Later, Li Jing had a flash of inspiration and handed over his request for an audience along with his Green Dragon Sword. It wasn't until noon that he was allowed to enter the grand courtyard.
Li Jing entered the listening hall, only to find Yang Su dressed in ordinary clothes, sitting arrogantly in a chair, resting with his eyes closed. Two beautiful women were kneeling and massaging his legs, and some kind of incense was burning on the table, emitting a tantalizing fragrance.
After Li Jing paid his respects, Yang Yuegong seemed not to move an inch. After a long while, he finally uttered a sentence through his nose: "Is this the nephew of my old friend Han Zhuguo? I remember you. You've come all the way from Mayi County, haven't you? Stay at my residence for a few days. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll invite you to enjoy the lantern festival on Chang'an Street..."
"My lord, I have important matters to discuss with you."
"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 quickly changed the subject, saying, "I have another suggestion for Your Excellency."
"Speak!"
"When I sought an audience at the gate, I saw many virtuous men being turned away. The world is in chaos, heroes are rising up everywhere. Your Excellency, as a high-ranking official of the imperial court, your power extends throughout the land, your virtue shines throughout the world. You should be focused on gathering heroes, not refusing to see guests."
Upon hearing this, Yang Su's nonchalant demeanor vanished, and he said with a slight apology, "That is very true."
"I would like to add a few more words."
"Please speak!" Yang Su unconsciously added the word "please."
"My lord, do you know that although our dynasty is wealthy, with granaries like Taicang, Hanjia, Yongfeng, and Taiyuan storing millions of bushels of grain and mountains of cloth, His Majesty's extravagant construction projects have exhausted the people and resources, and his relentless military campaigns have left the people impoverished, bones strewn across the fields, able-bodied men decimated, and farmland barren? Meanwhile, those rebellious officials and traitors have gathered in the mountains, 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 speak so eloquently!"
"Haha, haha! Exhilarating! I haven't heard such eloquent words in a long time." At this moment, Yang Su's face lit up with joy, his countenance radiant, and he burst into laughter. Coughing, tears streaming down his face, he slumped onto the couch, shook his head, waved his hand, and said, "Prepare a banquet! I've met a kindred spirit today, and I wish to drink fine wine with you, young master, and share a cup of parrot wine until we're thoroughly drunk. Musicians, play my newly composed 'Song of Longing for You.' And Miss Hongfu, holding the fan of Lady Ban, dance 'The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water' for this old man, so that young master Li may also appreciate your beauty. Haha…!"
Then, the sounds of bells and drums filled the air, and jade bowls and delicacies were laid out. Surrounded by servants and concubines, Yang Su drank heartily, reciting poems and singing songs, rambling on and on. He eventually became completely drunk, collapsing into the arms of the stunningly beautiful woman who had been attending him, and fell fast asleep, ignoring Li Jing completely. Li Jing could only return to his inn dejectedly.
From the moment Li Jing entered, Hongfu's shrewd eyes had never left him. As 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 confused and unable to understand. Several mournful cries of wild geese came from outside the window, probably indicating that it was already past midnight.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door: "Young Master Li, Young Master Li!"
Li Jing hurriedly got up and opened the door. He looked closely and saw a young man in a tall hat and wide belt, wearing a purple robe and black shawl, who slipped into the room. Li Jing looked at his fair and handsome face, which seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He asked doubtfully, "Who are you...?"
"I am from the Yue Gong Mansion... Don't you recognize me, Young Master?" His voice was as clear as a silver bell.
"Did Master Yang send you? Could it be that he..."
"No! I came by myself." After saying that, he removed his hat and belt, took off his purple robe, revealing a high bun and a silk 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 tossed aside a red whisk hidden beside her, saying, "Young master, do you remember now? I am Hong Fu."
"? Yes... Miss Hong Fu." Li Jing then recalled that during their conversation at the Yang residence earlier that day, this woman with the red whisk had been staring at him intently. Her dance, "The Startled Swan Emerges from the Water," was graceful and elegant. Her long sleeves fluttered, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she was captivatingly charming... but at the time, he was preoccupied with his own anxieties and had not paid her any attention.
Li Jing asked in surprise, "Miss, why have you come here so late at night?"
Hong Fu's face flushed with a hint of shyness, and she softly replied, "I have seen many people in the world, but none can compare to you, young master. My dreams are not solitary; I wish to rely on a tall tree, so I have come to seek you out, hoping you will not abandon me."
Li Jing looked at the woman standing gracefully before him, so beautiful and captivating that she seemed to illuminate the entire room. Overjoyed, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't contain himself. He grasped Hongfu's slender hand and said emotionally, "How could you find your way to this humble inn in the dead of night? Are you cold? Let me... make you a bowl of soup..."
"No need, sir!" Hongfu sat down gracefully, gazing at Li Jing with tender eyes as deep as pools.
Li Jing, still excited, suddenly thought, "This woman is a complete stranger, we've only met once, yet she eloped here. Could she be a frivolous, reckless, and seductive woman? 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?"
Li Jing calmed down, got up, brewed a cup of tea, and offered it to Hong Fu, saying, "I am but a minor official, now wandering the world, adrift and desolate, like a mayfly drifting in the wind, with nowhere to belong. I fear I have failed your kindness, young lady. 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 I do not love it. I have come to you, young master, not only for my own future, but also for your future, and even more so for the sake of the country. It is not a momentary impulse, and I hope you can understand my sincerity."
Li Jing was astonished by these words, as if struck by lightning, and waited for her to finish. 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 and anger, Duke Yue has followed the emperor's example, indulging in extravagance and pleasure, seeking solace in a life of debauchery. Although he was a hero for a time, he is now a mere corpse, his life hanging by a thread. Perhaps one day, the empire will collapse, and none will escape 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 also consider her own future; you, sir, should be even more discerning!"
"I see!" Li Jing suddenly understood.
Hong Fu then asked, "Since Lord Yang Yue is unreliable, what are your plans, young master?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jing was somewhat bewildered. He was stranded in the capital, caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do, and thus fell silent. As Li Jing pondered, Hong Fu said, "Perhaps, you could go to Jiangdu, present yourself as a descendant of a noble family to the Emperor, and request that he lead the campaign against Liaodong to establish merit and advance your career. This is a feasible plan, but it would go against the will of the people."
Hong Fu became increasingly agitated as she spoke: "The current Emperor is incompetent and tyrannical, causing disunity among the people and a desire for change. His calamity is likely near. If you were to go to Liaodong, you would only be aiding and abetting evil, which is absolutely unacceptable."
Li Jing nodded and said, "I also absolutely do not wish to use the trampling of lives as a stepping stone to advancement. So, what should I do?"
Hong Fu said, "The benevolent should relieve the people's suffering and save their lives; the wise should know that the tyrant is gone and new life is rising. If you wish to establish a great and stable enterprise 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, this would allow you to express your loyalty to Lord Yue. Secondly, you could mobilize some of Lord Yue’s close friends and family to persuade him to rebel against Xijing, leveraging his remaining influence for your grand plan. However, this would take time, and Lord Yue is already old and frail, likely nearing his end. Therefore, this is a poor choice.”
“Then what is the middle option?”
Hong Fu asked softly. “Does Young Master know someone who could carry out this in Lord Yue’s stead?”
“Who is this person?”
“Lord Yue’s son, currently the Minister of Rites.”
“Yang Xuangan?” Li Jing asked in surprise.
"Indeed, Yang Xuangan has long been dissatisfied with the current court, and he is currently amassing military power in Liyang. Many sons of powerful families are secretly flocking to him, such as Yang Gongdao, son of Prince Guan Yang Xiong; Lai Yuan, son of Lai Hu'er; Fei Shuang, son of Fei Yun…
and even Han Shi, son of your uncle, the Grand General Han Qinhu! They all want to cooperate with him!"
At this moment, Li Jing impatiently interrupted Hong Fu, saying, "Miss Hong Fu, how do you know these things?"
"Young Master, do you know my position in the Yang family? Lord Yang keeps countless concubines, but he only bestows his utmost favor on me and Princess Lechang, regarding them as his confidants. He doesn't hide anything from me."
"I see."
"In the Yang family, I observed that the Minister Yang Xuangan is handsome, capable, and exceptionally intelligent, possessing considerable strategic acumen. However, he is insecure, impetuous, and 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."
"Then what's the best strategy?" Li Jing listened intently.
Hong Fu paused, then asked, "Today, heroes are eager for talent. You, sir, are from a military family, a man of exceptional ability. Is there no one who can offer you a good strategy?"
Li Jing remained silent. At this moment, Hong Fu leaned closer to Li Jing and said mysteriously, "In the Yang residence, I often heard Lord Yue discussing with others that Li Yuan and his son are extraordinary men, their demeanor resembling that of Emperor Gaozu of Han, their martial prowess comparable to that of Emperor Taizu of Wei. Those who observe the heavens say that there is an aura of royalty in the Taiyuan area, and this is widely circulated among the people, showing that it reflects the will of the people. In my opinion, the Li family is truly capable of creating a great era. If you, sir, were to go to Taiyuan, it would be the best strategy. What do you think, sir?"
This analysis was eloquent and insightful. Li Jing found it reasonable and thought it made perfect sense, remaining silent for a long time. Just then, a cold wind blew by, and he felt refreshed, his mind clearing away the clouds. The wind extinguished the dim lamp on the table. Li Jing turned and picked up a black cloak, wrapping it around Hong Fu. He said tenderly, "At this crossroads, Hong Fu, are you perhaps a gift from heaven to help my confidante?"
Li Jing couldn't help but pull Hong Fu's delicate body into his broad embrace. Hong Fu tilted her head slightly, then slowly and shyly closed her eyes. Li Jing looked at her red 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, embracing Hong Fu's slender waist tightly. The passionate kiss gradually heightened their emotions. The girl's fragrance stirred Li Jing's deepest desires; her strong arms gave Hong Fu an infinite sense of security.
As if by unspoken agreement, the two reached out almost simultaneously to remove each other's clothes. Aside from the actions of moving their hands and twisting their bodies to let the clothes slip off, their lips remained pressed together. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together, the pleasure of their skin against each other sending shivers down Li Jing's spine. He couldn't help but knead Hong Fu's buttocks vigorously. The elastic and soft touch sent a profound shock through Li Jing.
"Mmm!" Hong Fu's face flushed red as she watched Li Jing move his lips and tongue, licking her cleavage, a strange light appearing in her eyes. Hong Fu reached out and cupped the back of Li Jing's head, twisting her upper body so that her breasts touched his cheeks. The tingling, pleasurable sensation caused her nipples to gradually harden.
Li Jing's hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, slid down, stopping between Hong Fu's buttocks, where his fingers moved gently. When Li Jing's fingers touched Hong Fu's vulva, they felt a slippery, slippery sensation; it was already soaking wet. At this point, Li Jing could no longer restrain himself. He lifted Hong Fu by her buttocks and carried her to the edge of the bed.
Hong Fu lay on her back with her head in and feet out. Li Jing, positioned on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, squatted slightly, and, using the "old man pushing a cart" technique, thrust his swollen penis into her honey hole. A soft "plop" and a soft "ah!" escaped Hong Fu's lips. A feeling of fullness filled her vagina, and the entrance to her vagina felt a slight stinging pain from the penis, because Li Jing's penis was thicker and larger than Yang Su's.
Li Jing's penis had only gone in halfway when he felt that Hong Fu's vagina was narrow and tight, gripping his penis with immense pleasure.
Based on the position of their intercourse, Li Jing held the initiative, thrusting in and out gently, causing Hong Fu to moan continuously and release a steady stream of vaginal fluid. With the gradual relaxation of her vagina and the increased lubrication from her vaginal fluid, Li Jing's penis penetrated deeper and deeper, inch by inch.
Li Jing felt the thrusting becoming smoother and the friction more intense. He then supported Hong Fu's knees with his arms, his long arms gripping her waist, before withdrawing his penis to the entrance of her vagina. Li Jing focused his energy into his penis, exhaling and thrusting forward. With a "whoosh!" sound, his penis struck Hong Fu's cervix with a rapid and heavy impact!
"Ah!..." Li Jing's deep thrust almost made Hong Fu faint. She felt as if Li Jing's penis was piercing her body, pressing against her throat, causing her body to vibrate rapidly; her moans and lewd words became hoarse and incoherent.
Li Jing couldn't help but let out an "Oh!" He felt his penis being tightly wrapped, almost suffocating, and the tingling, itchy sensation made his limbs feel incredibly comfortable. The desire for even greater pleasure made him thrust like a charging warrior.
Hong Fu's body was limp and powerless, allowing Li Jing to do as he pleased. With each powerful thrust, her body rose upwards, her high, firm breasts trembling. Hong Fu tossed her loose hair, the ends sticking to her sweaty forehead and cheeks, creating a wild and alluring 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 intensifying pressure like a pump.
"Haa! Uh ah! Yaa..." Hong Fu arched her back and twisted her lower body amidst a series of screams, her explosive orgasm feeling like the sky was falling. As she slowly awoke from the dizziness of her orgasm, she realized that Li Jing was resting his head on her chest, lying on top of her, breathing heavily; his penis was still reluctant to leave her honeyed vagina, only slightly limp; semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat stained his buttocks, back, and the mattress…
Li Jing, panting, caressed Hong Fu's soft, smooth skin and exclaimed, “Hong Fu, my love…”
Hong Fu interrupted Li Jing, saying softly, “Li Lang, you still call me ‘Miss’ even now!?”
Li Jing looked up at Hong Fu, unsure how to answer, and only said, “Wife…” before kissing her lips.
Perhaps, at this moment, silence speaks louder than words…
(III)
The chirping of birds and the sounds of flower sellers in the alley startled Xiao Meng from her dream. Li Jing slightly opened his eyes; the pillow was still fragrant, the quilt still warm, but Hong Fu was nowhere to be seen beside him. Li Jing immediately got out of bed, looking very uneasy as he dressed and straightened his hat, worried that the Yang family had sent people to search for Hong Fu. After tidying himself up, Li Jing rushed out of the room, constantly looking around, worried that something might be 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, touring Leyou Plain, and then heading straight to Lingshi. I will then escort you to Taiyuan, how about that?"
Li Jing nodded in agreement, his heart overflowing with sweetness and boundless pride.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ After a long and arduous journey, they arrived in Lingshi and checked into a small inn.
With preparations complete and the dust settled, Li Jing's weariness vanished the moment he saw Hong Fu, now dressed in women's clothing. Though slightly tired, Hong Fu's beauty and intelligence were undeniable, and now, nourished by love, she wore a charming and happy smile.
Li Jing embraced Hong Fu tightly, content with both his career and family, unable to hide his joy, exclaiming, "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 face in Li Jing's strong chest, teasingly saying in a soft, sweet 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, and he said excitedly, "My wife, I will never betray you in this life! May the gods bear witness, if I betray you, I will..." Hong Fu stopped Li Jing from making a rash oath, pressing her cherry lips to his, cutting him off.
Li Jing smelled a familiar fragrance again, which wafted into his nostrils and gradually stirred his emotions. He held Hong Fu tightly around the waist with one hand, pressing her soft body against his chest; with the other hand, he lifted her chin, gently raising her alluring face, and kissed her slightly parted cherry lips deeply. Sometimes Li Jing would slip his tongue into Hong Fu's mouth, touching her teeth and entwining it with her tender tongue; sometimes he would wantonly suck on the tip of her tongue, like a greedy baby sipping her saliva.
Hong Fu's breathing grew heavy. Li Jing's passionate kiss and the intense atmosphere made her feel almost suffocated. Hong Fu gently pushed Li Jing away, took a quick breath, her face flushed, and said shyly, "Li Lang, aren't you tired...? Wasn't last night... enough..." Hong Fu's voice grew softer and softer.
Li Jing's eyes were fixed on Hong Fu's face, overflowing with boundless love. He said gently, "No, not enough! Even if we held each other like this for the rest of our lives, it still wouldn't be enough. My wife, you are so captivating!"
Hong Fu playfully scolded, "You're so cheeky!" Her small fist landed
lightly on Li Jing's firm chest. Li Jing suddenly became mischievous, whispering, "Oh dear! Trying to murder your husband!" With that, he chuckled and pulled Hong Fu down onto the bed.
Li Jing rested his head on his arm, glancing sideways at Hong Fu lying beside him, one hand caressing her breasts while the other loosening her blouse. Li Jing seemed to be admiring a work of art, watching Hong Fu's full breasts, barely concealed beneath her loose collar, rise and fall 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 easily moved Hong Fu's hand, which was merely feigning concealment and offering no real resistance, and casually opened her robe, revealing her firm, towering breasts. Li Jing lowered his head and took one of Hong Fu's nipples into his mouth.
He passionately teased her with his lips and tongue, while his hands kneaded and caressed her vulva. "Mmm!" Waves of tingling pleasure washed over Hong Fu, causing her to writhe and tremble. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and she moaned softly, "Oh...oh...don't...don't...lick anymore...ah...it's itchy..." Her wanton demeanor was a stark contrast to her usual quiet and virtuous self.
After kissing her delicate breasts for a while, Li Jing moved his lips over Hong Fu's body, sometimes her neck and shoulders; sometimes her abdomen and navel; his fingers even probed into her moist, warm... He was teasing her inside. Hong Fu was aroused by Li Jing, waves of heat surging forth, and the fluids made her feel as if insects were crawling and tingling inside, an unbearable tingling sensation. Hong Fu moaned wantonly, "Ah... Li Lang... I... I want..."
Hearing Hong Fu's wanton cries, Li Jing was also overcome with lust. He quickly stripped off his clothes, pressed himself against her, and licked her earlobe while rubbing his hard penis against her vulva. Hong Fu's tender labia seemed to feel the heat of Li Jing's penis, burning her entire body; penis... (To be continued)...

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