Li Shishi

Li Shishi (李師
) – Author: Huang Quan. Li Shishi was a native of Bianliang (Kaifeng) during the reign of Emperor Huizong of Song. She lived in Yongqingfang, and her father was named Wang Yin. Wang Yin's wife died during childbirth, leaving him to take on the role of mother, feeding Shishi with soy milk. Fortunately, Shishi never cried during her infancy, relieving Wang Yin of much trouble.
In Bianliang, it was customary for parents to take their newborn child to a Buddhist temple to pray for blessings.
Wang Yin felt great pity for his child and took her to Baoguang Temple. Upon arriving at Baoguang Temple, an old monk saw Shishi and, seeing that she was destined for a life of prostitution, scolded her, saying, "What kind of place is this? How dare you come here!" Shishi, who had never cried since birth, burst into tears upon hearing the old monk's words. Seeing her crying so fiercely, the old monk patted her head, and she stopped crying.
Wang Yin was delighted upon seeing this, thinking, "This child is truly destined for Buddhism." At that time, all Buddhist disciples were addressed as "Shi," so Wang Yin called her Shishi.
When Shishi was four years old, her father was falsely accused by the government and sentenced to death. Homeless, Shishi was taken in by a brothel madam named Granny Li. Granny Li carefully nurtured Shishi, and indeed, she grew up to be exceptionally beautiful and talented, especially in poetry and prose, which were highly praised. Many renowned scholars and literati specifically requested to compose poems and essays with her. In Bianliang, everyone knew that the top courtesan in Jinqian Lane was Li Shishi.
When Shishi was sixteen, Granny Li "sold" her virginity for three thousand taels of silver to the young master of a local grain store.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ That day, the brothels in Jinqian Lane were adorned with red gauze lanterns and pink lanterns, and the melodious strains of green bamboo flutes filled the air. In the front hall, a hundred tables were set up, laden with delicacies, fine wines, and all manner of delicacies. Inside the main room, Shishi, dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, looked like a young lady leaving her home.
After the banquet, the music ended and the guests dispersed. Young Master Qian, slightly tipsy, staggered to Shishi's main room. "Creak!" Young Master Qian pushed open the carved door and saw Shishi sitting on the edge of the bed with her head bowed. The candlelight on the table illuminated her delicate and beautiful face—almond-shaped eyebrows, a straight and slender nose, and a touch of red on her lips. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure captivated Young Master Qian, who exclaimed in his heart, "...Three thousand taels of silver...worth it! Worth it!..."
Shishi, who had remained silent until now, couldn't help but shed tears. Although Shishi had come to the brothel at a young age and had seen and understood all sorts of people there, knowing that her fate was sealed, she had already resigned herself to this. She had even made a deal with Granny Li beforehand: whether it was offering her virginity on her first night or serving her overnight, she had to be satisfied; otherwise, no amount of money would suffice. But now, as the moment truly arrived, Shishi couldn't help but feel fear and resentment.
Among the many passersby, Young Master Qian was considered relatively upright. He was always polite and courteous, without any of the arrogance of a rich young master. He was also gentle and considerate towards the girls in the courtyard, never displaying any arrogant or domineering behavior. It could be said that he possessed the "Five-Character Mantra for Picking Up Girls" (Note: 1. Pan An's handsomeness – at least wearing high-end designer clothes; 2.
Donkey's large size – or at least excellent bedroom skills; 3. Deng Tong's wealth – even if he didn't have money, he would pretend to be rich and be generous; 4. Considerate words of coaxing and deception; 5. Having the leisure to relentlessly pursue). Therefore, he was very popular with the girls in the courtyard, which was the main reason why Shishi agreed to date him.
Young Master Qian came to Shishi and gently lifted her face. When he saw that Shishi's eyes were filled with tears, he was taken aback and asked softly, "Miss Shishi, is it because you are unwilling?... Are you forced?... Or is there another reason?"
Young Master Qian asked several questions, but Shishi did not speak, only shaking her head.
Young Master Qian continued, "Miss Shishi, if you don't want to, that's alright. I won't force you. Consider that money (three thousand taels of silver) as a small donation for your cosmetics." With that, Young Master Qian turned and walked away.
Shishi then spoke softly, "Young Master Qian, please wait!... I'm so sorry, I... I was just lamenting my unfortunate fate, I didn't mean to spoil your mood..."
Young Master Qian returned to Shishi and saw her looking up at him pitifully. He couldn't help but lower his head and lick the tears from the corners of her eyes. Shishi had seen many intimate or even more passionate situations like this, but as a "pure courtesan,"
this was the first time she had been kissed like this. Therefore, Young Master Qian's gentle actions surprised, delighted, and embarrassed Shishi, and her body involuntarily trembled.
Shishi thought to herself, "...This kind of thing is bound to happen sooner or later. Complaining won't help; it'll only cut off my options. I might as well accept fate's arrangement..." Shishi slowly came to her senses, then reached out and hugged Young Master Qian, pulling him close to her. She then lay back on the bed, and Young Master Qian naturally followed suit, pressing himself against her.
Young Master Qian felt the beauty beneath him was incredibly soft and boneless. Even through her clothes, he could feel the tenderness and warmth of her skin, especially the two full mounds pressed against her chest, which seemed to possess infinite elasticity. Young Master Qian began his assault, first using his tongue to pry open Shishi's teeth, then inserting his tongue into her mouth and swirling it around. They swallowed each other's saliva, making "tsk! tsk! tsk! tsk!" sounds, as if savoring a delicacy.
The passionate kiss left Shishi somewhat dazed and intoxicated. In her hazy state, she felt a hard object pressing against her vulva. Although it was through her clothes, the object seemed to know its way around, rubbing against her clitoris and opening. Shishi realized what it was and felt a wave of shyness. A warm sensation arose in her vagina, slowly flowing from her uterus, warming the vaginal walls—it felt wonderful.
Young Master Qian's lips left Shishi's cherry lips, but instead roamed over her cheeks, ears, and neck. His hands gently untied the knot on Shishi's belt, then parted her clothes to reveal her fair breasts. Her two full breasts bounced high, their pink nipples hard and erect. Young Master Qian gently traced the base of her breasts with his fingernails, slowly rotating them to their peaks.
Young Master Qian's movements as he undressed were so gentle that Shishi, lost in the kiss, was completely unaware. It wasn't until she felt fingers tickling her chest that she suddenly realized she was naked from the waist up, letting out a soft, shy moan. She also felt an unprecedented desire slowly rising within her. When Shishi felt her nipple being pinched, she shivered as if a cool breeze had swept over her, and felt her wetness already staining her buttocks and back. Young Master
Qian looked at Shishi's closed eyes, the blush on her face and neck lingering, and her lips, much redder than usual. The passionate kiss from before replayed in his mind. Finally, Young Master Qian couldn't resist and lowered his head to take that rosebud-like nipple into his mouth. Shishi let out
another soft moan, covering her face with her hands, but thrusting her chest forward, making Young Master Qian's lips and tongue feel like an electric shock throughout her body. The dizziness in her head and the trembling of her skin... This revealed Shishi's psychological and physiological needs, along with her extreme joy. Shishi began to make "uh...uh..." sounds, her body struggling, turning, and twisting, her hands occasionally tugging at Qian Shao's clothes.
Qian Shao almost roughly pulled at the lower half of Shishi's clothes; Shishi naturally reacted by clamping her legs together, then slowly releasing them, slightly raising her body to allow Qian Shao to easily remove her dress. Qian Shao's lips immediately landed on Shishi's smooth, bare abdomen, gently exhaling warm breath while rubbing his cheeks and full lips against it; his hands also occupied the jungle fortress, his long fingers flat against the dew-covered downy hair, gently pressing and kneading.
Shishi trembled and gasped, feeling as if she were in a raging furnace, the heat almost melting her entire body; yet also as if she were in an icy wasteland, shivering uncontrollably. Shishi felt that this was the most painful yet extremely pleasurable torment in the world, leaving her in a state of dizziness and trance.
Young Master Qian's fingers gently caressed the slightly raised mons pubis, the delicate, curly hair that gleamed faintly, and the hard, protruding clitoris in the moist crevice... Shishi writhed, panting, involuntarily opening her legs and arching her back, pressing her palms even closer to her vulva. Seeing this, Young Master Qian suddenly buried his face in the already faintly visible peach blossom spring, savoring the dew-kissed orchid with his lips and tongue.
Shishi, in a state of extreme pleasure, felt as if her body was about to burst with hot blood, writhing with the varying pressure and speed of Young Master Qian's tongue, involuntarily uttering obscene moans of "Mmm...uh...ah..."
Young Master Qian's face remained buried between Shishi's legs, his hands skillfully undressing her, removing all clothing that covered her body, leaving them completely naked before each other. Young Master Qian rose and knelt beside Shishi, admiring the breathtakingly beautiful body lying before him. He reached out and took her delicate wrist, grasping her erect penis.
Shishi flinched slightly, then gently cupped his hard penis in her warm palm. She tenderly rubbed it, as if soothing an enraged beast; she caressed it gently, as if handling a precious work of art.
This tender caress, however, felt like a cataclysmic earthquake to Young Master Qian. His voice trembled violently as he cried out, "Ah! Hmm!" Finally, unable to resist any longer, he knelt between Shishi's legs, slowly pressing himself against her, feeling the subtle softness, smoothness, and elasticity beneath him, letting his erect penis explore the paradise on its own.
Shishi seemed unable to resist this teasing that only knocked on the door without actually entering, so she reached out and guided Qian Shao's penis, slowly and gently leading it to explore.
Qian Shao knew he couldn't rush it; he simply arched his hips slightly, allowing his penis, lubricated by the wetness, to slip in halfway up the glans before stopping. Perhaps it was psychological; or perhaps it was real, but when Qian Shao first entered, his entire body trembled as if electrocuted, feeling as if the narrow opening was resisting his entry; yet, there was an irresistible magnetic force within the vaginal opening, attracting him.
"Ah...oh!" Shishi felt waves of stinging pain from her lower body, tears of emotion welling in her eyes, her arms gripping Qian Shao's upper arms tightly, her nails almost digging into his firm skin. Shishi knew she was experiencing one of the most important moments in a woman's life, a major transformation, and her heart was filled with a turbulent mix of emotions: struggle, bewilderment, joy, pleasure...
Shishi felt that Young Master Qian's considerate restraint in not forcing things had lessened the stinging pain considerably, and her vagina gradually became warm and aroused. A continuous flow of heat gushed out, and the heat seemed to tickle the inner walls of her vagina. Shishi couldn't help but gently sway her hips, trying to rub against the itchy areas with the movement of her body.
Young Master Qian felt that Shishi's movements were allowing his penis to slowly enter her vagina. He could clearly feel the foreskin slowly rolling back; a warm, tight sensation gradually engulfed his penis; the rough folds of the vaginal walls scratched the tip of his glans... Young Master Qian felt that all sensation in his body, except for his penis, suddenly disappeared.
When Young Master Qian felt the tip of his penis seemingly reach the inner wall, he immediately lifted his waist, pulling his penis back to the entrance. "Whoosh!" A surge of heat immediately rushed out of the opening, the clear, wet fluid mixed with streaks of bright red, staining the snow-white skin and the mattress—a somewhat shocking sight. Young Master Qian entered again, finding the second entry much smoother, and began to thrust rhythmically.
Shi Shi felt the stinging pain in her lower body had vanished without a trace, replaced by an itching, tingling sensation in her vagina. Young Master Qian's thrusting was just scratching that itchy spot, and a strange pleasure made her involuntarily moan. Her waist arched and twisted in sync with the thrusting of his penis, and her silky long legs roamed around Young Master Qian's waist, hips, and thighs.
Suddenly, Shishi bit Qian Shao's shoulder, her nails digging into his back flesh. Her body trembled violently, and she let out a series of plaintive, heart-wrenching cries from her nose and throat. Her vagina contracted intensely.
Shishi arched her back high and then remained still, as if waiting for something. Then, with a long "Ah..." she let out a cry, and a surge of heat rushed out without warning, quickly surrounding the penis inside her vagina.
Young Master Qian felt his penis was melting from the heat, rapidly swelling as if about to explode. He cried out urgently, "Miss Shishi! I want... ah... ah..." and thrust violently a few times. The tip of his penis burst open like fireworks, and he seemed to see colorful sparks scattering in his mind, lingering for a long time...
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ On a dark and windy night, a dark figure swiftly darted through the streets and alleys, flashing into Money Lane with the agility of a hawk. The flickering lights in the alley illuminated the dark figure that had slipped in.
It was a lean and capable young man, dressed in a lotus-colored scholar's robe, with a thin face and a pair of clever almond-shaped eyes beneath his raised eyebrows. It was clear that this was not a scholar who scribbled and recited poetry, but a chivalrous knight-errant with extraordinary martial arts skills.
However, unlike typical江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes), he didn't display a rugged and uncouth demeanor; instead, he possessed a refined and elegant air rarely seen in someone skilled in martial arts. At this moment, the young man in Confucian robes slipped around the corner of the courtyard wall, concealing himself in the lamplight, remaining motionless.
Not far from the entrance of Jinqian Lane, a series of hurried footsteps approached. The young man in Confucian robes knew that the soldiers had followed them and would soon arrive. His shrewd eyes darted around, and in a flash, he reached the pink wall. After a quick glance around, he bent his knees and, with a "whoosh," leaped onto the wall, hiding among the poplar branches extending beyond the wall, listening intently to the sounds within the courtyard. Inside
the courtyard was a small building, the first floor dimly lit, the second floor softly lit by candlelight. The young man in Confucian robes heard the light tapping of clappers and the clear, melodious sound of a pipa; a gentle tune, "Magnolia," drifted from the second floor.
A clear, melodious song, like pearls falling on a jade plate, sang: "...With light makeup and elegant attire, a graceful charm, naturally different from the common.
We know each other well, though it's our first meeting, our affection is warm. The smoke from the incense burner rises faintly from the cloud-like screen, half-awake, the fragrance permeates the jade. Such a rare encounter, if it were to pass in vain, life would be incomplete..."
Hearing this gentle melody, the young man in Confucian robes, hidden among the willow branches, hesitated. He was about to jump down from the wall to find a quiet courtyard, but hurried footsteps had already entered the alley. In the blink of an eye, several soldiers carrying torches crowded around the courtyard where the young man was hiding.
The young man gritted his teeth, leaped into the courtyard, and silently pressed himself against the wall. The door was ajar. The young man had no intention of going up the stairs. He took a slight breath, tiptoed, and like a swallow, ascended to the second floor, pressed himself against the window, and poked his finger into the windowpane, peering into the living room.
“Miss Shishi! It’s rare that you still remember the little tune I wrote when we first met.” Sitting facing the window was an elderly man with white hair and beard. He appeared to be over sixty, and although well-preserved, his shoulders were still noticeably hunched. However, the scholarly air emanating from his refined face revealed him to be a learned man. At this moment, he slightly narrowed his eyes, hidden beneath his thick eyebrows, which showed no signs of age, and let out a long, satisfied sigh: “A true friend is hard to find in life, who knew such a friend could
exist in this mortal world!” “You flatter me, sir. I am truly unworthy of such praise.” Sitting with her back to the window was a long-haired woman. Although her face was not yet visible, the lines outlined by her light, flowing gauze dress suggested she must be a captivating woman. Moreover, her voice was so gentle, like a gentle breeze over a field of blooming flowers and flying phoenixes in late spring, so gentle it was intoxicating.
Hearing the conversation inside, the scholar-official peeking through the window understood that the lightly made-up woman inside was none other than Li Shishi, famous throughout Tokyo.
"Last night I was inspired again and composed a new poem. Please take a look, Miss Shishi." The white-bearded scholar pulled a piece of plain paper from his sleeve, stood up, and handed it to Li Shishi.
Li Shishi took the letter, gracefully walked to the lamp, unfolded the plain paper, and recited: "Her brows, like spring mountains, vie in beauty, yet sadly, they are always furrowed. Do not let your tears wet the flower branches, lest the flowers, like you, grow thin. The clear, melodious jade flute has been heard for a long time, but true connoisseurs are rare. If you wish to know the sorrow she feels leaning against the railing every day, just ask the willow before the pavilion." Alas! For some reason, after reading the white-bearded old gentleman's new poem, Li Shishi unconsciously sighed softly: "What a fine 'Luoyang Spring'! A poet of unparalleled talent, sir, truly deserves the title."
The alley was bustling with noise, and the flickering torches resembled leaping fireflies. A young man in scholar's robes nimbly climbed the pillars, disappearing into the shadows
of the eaves. "Eh! What's happening outside? Why all the commotion?" Li Shishi put down the paper, noticing the commotion outside.
“This is a forbidden area in the capital, and it’s so close to the imperial city, so it’s inevitable that the patrols are strict. Well, I should go now.” The white-bearded old man said he was leaving, but his body lingered, showing his reluctance to part.
“This concubine will see you off, sir!”
After seeing the white-bearded old man off, Shishi said to Granny Li, “Mother! I’m a little tired, so please don’t entertain any more guests today.”
Li Shishi was a famous courtesan in the capital, and naturally Granny Li’s cash cow. Therefore, although Granny Li was unhappy about Li Shishi’s request not to entertain any guests tonight, she dared not say it aloud, but only smiled and said, “Since my child is tired, then rest early. I’ll have Haitang bring some water for washing up later.”
Li Shishi gracefully went upstairs, pushed open the door to the guest room, and saw that there was someone in the guest room. She was stunned at the door.
The young man in Confucian robes clasped his hands and said, "Yan Qing, the rogue of Liangshan, greets Miss Li!"
Li Shishi snapped out of her daze, a smile blooming on her cheeks. She hurried closer to Yan Qing with warm, graceful steps, saying, "Ah! Yan... brave warrior, when did you arrive? You startled me!" She was somewhat surprised by Yan Qing's uninvited arrival, but not at all by his self-introduction, as if she were a frequent acquaintance of the Liangshan heroes.
The commotion that had just subsided returned to the courtyard walls. Looking at the dignified expression on Yan Qing's handsome face, Li Shishi guessed what was going on: "Those people outside are here for you, aren't they?" Li Shishi's gentle, charming demeanor vanished, her pretty face instantly becoming very solemn.
“Miss Li, the soldiers outside are indeed here for me! I entered uninvited, which is very abrupt. I'm truly sorry, Yan Qing will take his leave.” Yan Qing, out of desperation, had barged into Jinqian Lane and,
by sheer coincidence, entered the brothel of this famous courtesan. He had originally intended to find a way to evade the pursuers here, but seeing Li Shishi's unexpected kindness and chivalry, he couldn't stay. He couldn't implicate this courtesan; despite her fame, being a plaything of the wealthy and wicked, fame was ultimately a misfortune.
“Farewell!? Where are you going!? To be sent to the chopping block?” Li Shishi's face turned pale, and her words were no longer as refined as when she spoke to the white-bearded old man; clearly, her plea for her to stay was sincere.
Yan Qing said gratefully, "Miss Li, I appreciate your kindness, but..." He pondered, "Where can a grown man hide in this small courtyard and tiny building?" Although Yan Qing was ranked relatively low among the Liangshan heroes, few could match his wrestling, sumo, and quick thinking skills. He had already assessed the situation upon entering, so he was somewhat hesitant to accept Li Shishi's invitation to stay.
"Quick! Come into the inner room, let me help you get ready!" Without giving Yan Qing a chance to argue, Li Shishi pulled him towards the inner room.
Yan Qing was a young man in his early twenties. Although he had roamed the martial world for many years and cultivated a strong sense of righteousness, he had never had any physical contact with a young woman. Normally, if Li Shishi had taken his hand, it would have been impossible for Yan Qing to obediently follow her. But now, the situation was urgent, and both had forgotten the ancient precepts regarding the separation of men and women.
A moment later, a voice came from outside the door: "Miss Li, it's time to wash up!" The maid, Haitang, was a petite girl with a round face and long eyes; her childish appearance suggested she was only fourteen or fifteen years old at most.
"Coming, coming, I was just talking to my sister!" Li Shishi came out from the inner room, leading a pretty young woman. Needless to say, the girl Li Shishi was leading was none other than Yan Qing in disguise. Yan Qing was naturally slender and strong, with a clean-shaven, refined face, making him stand out among the Liangshan heroes; his disguise was virtually flawless.
"Haitang, this is my distant cousin from the countryside. The harvest was bad, so she and my uncle sang in the capital. Unfortunately, my uncle fell ill and died, and she cried until her once clear voice was hoarse. Alas! She still made her way here to me in the dark!" As Li Shishi spoke, her eyes reddened, a truly sorrowful sight.
Yan Qing, playing along, would occasionally raise his long sleeves to wipe his eyes. Fortunately, the lights were dim, so Haitang probably couldn't tell that there were no tears in his eyes.
"Ah! How pitiful... Sister Shishi, hasn't Eldest Sister eaten yet?" Actually, although Haitang was young, her life in a brothel made her much more mature than girls from ordinary families. The clever Haitang didn't realize that Yan Qing was a man in disguise, but the fact that the guest hadn't entered through the main door suggested something was amiss. Moreover, Li Shishi was usually very gentle, and the sisters and maids got along very well. Seeing Li Shishi's introduction, Haitang knew the matter was serious and didn't dare to say anything.
"Yes, I've been so busy talking that I haven't even invited Sister to eat yet." Li Shishi hurriedly ordered that the food and wine be brought upstairs.
Before the food and wine were even brought upstairs, Granny Li came rushing up the stairs, her bound feet clearly visible. Granny Li was an old woman nearing fifty, thin and short, with no particularly striking features. If one had to pinpoint anything distinctive, it would be her small, round eyes, slightly sunken in their sockets, which, like those of a typical madam, could always gleam with a fawning and eager light.
"Oh! My child, when did your sister arrive?" Before Li Shishi could answer, Granny Li hurriedly began to speak, "There are four wealthy merchants downstairs who insist on seeing my son..."
"Mama! Didn't I tell you? I don't receive guests today. Besides, my distant sister has come from a great distance!" Li Shishi interrupted Granny Li, her face showing displeasure.
Granny Li immediately fell silent, but she showed no intention of going downstairs. Her eyes lingered on Yan Qing, seemingly realizing that Yan Qing was not a woman.
“Since Mother is so eager, I’ll see him!” Seeing that Granny Li didn’t move and that her unfathomable gaze was sweeping over Yan Qing, Li Shishi, fearing she would be discovered, readily agreed to receive the guest Granny Li brought in.
“My sister is a respectable woman; Mother, please settle her downstairs.” Granny Li was overjoyed that Li Shishi agreed to receive the guest, and she didn’t have time to find fault with Yan Qing anymore. She called Haitang and happily went downstairs to settle her.
Granny Li had clearly said there were four guests, but Haitang had only brought one upstairs. What was going on? Li Shishi, full of suspicion, scrutinized the guest in the candlelight. The man looked to be in his forties, with a neatly trimmed beard, a broad, round face, and although his clothes and hat weren’t particularly colorful, they were clearly made of the finest materials.
This man was poised yet unpretentious, elegant yet refined, exuding a graceful and generous air. Li Shishi, having seen all sorts of people during her time in the brothel, rarely encountered one with such presence. Her suspicions deepened.
The man casually took a seat, exchanged a few polite greetings with Li Shishi, and introduced himself as Zhao Yi. Seeing the veil of doubt hidden beneath Li Shishi's shy expression, Zhao Yi became even more refined. He said he was a businessman, but not busy, and could visit Li Shishi often, asking if she would welcome him.
"Since this is your first visit, sir, let me sing you a song!" Li Shishi's singing and musical skills were not only the best in Jinqian Lane, but also quite renowned in Tokyo. Listening to Li Shishi's gentle and melodious singing, Zhao Yi was completely captivated, his hands unconsciously clapping along. Just as
Zhao Yi was about to applaud Li Shishi's performance, a commotion erupted outside the courtyard gate, which was then pounded loudly. After a series of rumbles, a thunderous crash followed, and the heavy gate collapsed. Amidst the dust and smoke rising from the falling gate, torches flew wildly through the courtyard like locusts.
"Guard the gate! Don't let a single one escape!" shouted a soldier dressed as an official from among the torches.
In an instant, this famous brothel in Tokyo was completely surrounded by soldiers from the Tokyo Imperial Guard. Downstairs, Granny Li and Haitang trembled uncontrollably; upstairs, Li Shishi's heart pounded. In this building, only two people remained silent—Zhao Yi and Yan Qing.
Li Shishi wasn't afraid of any soldiers for no reason; she was worried that Yan Qing, disguised as a man, was in trouble. She looked up at Zhao Yi, who was engrossed in reading an open scroll of "Spring Flute Breaking Stone."
"What's going on here? Is it always this noisy?" Zhao Yi asked casually, noticing Li Shishi looking at him.
“Anyone can go to a brothel,” Li Shishi said, concealing her alarmed expression. “But such shouting and yelling is rare. Please wait a moment, sir, while I go downstairs to check!”
“Mama, what’s all this commotion?” Li Shishi had just reached halfway down the stairs when she saw Granny Li trembling as she was about to go back up. She calmly asked, “Is my sister frightened?”
“Oh dear! My child! She must have run into some evil spirit. A whole bunch of soldiers from the Imperial Guard are shouting and trying to arrest her!” Granny Li said hurriedly, retreating into the house. “Your sister is so kind; she’s sleeping soundly with her head covered!”
Torches crackled in the courtyard, and two men who looked like officials were about to barge into the house. Li Shishi called out as she walked into the courtyard, “Generals Sun and Dou, why are you breaking into my house in the middle of the night?” Li Shishi recognized the two men: one was Dou Jian, the Imperial Inspector of the Capital Region, and the other was Sun Rong, the Left and Right Envoys of Kaifeng Prefecture—both deadly figures.
"Miss Li, we have a wanted criminal in our custody. Someone saw him enter this courtyard, and we need to search it..." Dou Jian said menacingly.
"I have no criminals here, only guests!" Li Shishi retorted without backing down.
"Enough nonsense, come on! Let's take this vixen down first!" Dou Jian was indeed a menacing figure; his bushy eyebrows furrowed, his square face stretched long, and he roared with a wide grin.
"You, Dou, this isn't the place for violence," Li Shishi said, seeing his fierce approach and fearing she would suffer a loss, she decided to confront him head-on.
These two men, Sun and Dou, had always coveted Li Shishi's beauty, but every time they came, Li Shishi had never given them a pleasant look, always leaving them disappointed. So, today, using official business to vent their personal grievances, they appeared particularly vicious.
“Miss Li! We’ve been so accommodating to your usual pretentiousness, but today, I’m sorry, we have to offend you!” Sun Rong was even more cunning than Dou Jian, stepping forward with a mocking bow and a cold smile.
“What are you babbling about with this bitch? Seize her!” Dou Jian kept urging them to arrest her.
Just when things were at their most critical, Haitang, accompanied by a thin old man dressed in a blue floral robe with a gray sash, a typical merchant’s attire, squeezed forward and blocked Li Shishi’s path. The old man was thin, but he didn’t look sickly; he appeared robust and energetic, like a crab with flesh inside its shell. The old man shouted authoritatively, “In the capital, what are you doing breaking into a private residence at night?”
Sun Rong sized up the old man blocking Li Shishi’s path, but couldn’t figure out what gave this old merchant such a tough tone. Sun Rong shouted, "Old man, what are you doing here? We are here on the orders of Grand Commandant Gao to arrest a wanted criminal. How dare you obstruct us?" Sun Rong's face twisted into a cold smile, revealing a vicious murderous intent.
"Nonsense! What criminals are here? Get out of here at once!" The old man seemed completely unconcerned about the "Grand Commandant Gao" sign, instead angrily shouting.
"A cunning and treacherous fellow has wandered in here, and this bitch is his accomplice! How dare you talk back?! Quick, tie up this old man too!" Dou Jian couldn't hold back any longer, yelling and jumping.
The words "cunning and treacherous" clearly enraged the thin old man dressed as a merchant. He stamped his feet and cursed, "Rebellion! Rebellion! You two audacious lackeys, you're truly courting death!"
Seeing the old man dare to point and gesticulate, he flew into a rage, hurling insults. Sun Rong and Dou Jian were furious, shouting, "Seize him! Seize him!" Seeing their commander's anger, the soldiers rushed forward to bind the man.
"Damn you slaves! His Majesty is resting inside, and you dare to come and disturb his presence! You deserve to die!" A plump, middle-aged man dressed as a merchant ran out of the house. Before he even left the house, his shrill, piercing voice filled the courtyard.
Sun and Dou, hearing the voice, looked around and were terrified. They thought, "Isn't this the favored eunuch, Grand Protector, Junior Protector, Military Governor, and Attendant-in-Ordinary, Tong Guan? Is His Majesty really with Li Shishi? Oh no, this time we're doomed!"
Tong Guan was a powerful figure in Dongjing (Kaifeng). Not only Gao Qiu, the Grand Commandant, but even Cai Jing, the Grand Tutor, feared him! In the blink of an eye, Sun Rong and Dou Jian trembled violently, their bones trembling and muscles numb, and knelt on the ground, pleading for death and kowtowing repeatedly! The soldiers also dropped their weapons and torches, kneeling and filling half the courtyard.
All of this left Li Shishi stunned. She never expected that the Emperor, in his supreme position, would actually come in disguise to this brothel. This truly threw her heart into turmoil! Normally, even high-ranking officials, let alone the Emperor, would be overjoyed to see a woman reduced to selling her smiles like a lamplight, and would fawn over her. Especially since it was indeed true—the Emperor was in the boudoir.
But Li Shishi, though a woman of the pleasure quarters, possessed an independent personality; born into a respectable family, orphaned at birth, and with her father killed by a corrupt and decadent official, she had absolutely no desire to fawn over those powerful and wealthy men! Moreover, she was naturally beautiful, and proficient in poetry, singing, dancing, playing musical instruments, and so on; she was also quite arrogant. But now, the amorous emperor had barged in! Was this a curse or a blessing? Li Shishi felt a deep sorrow. She stood blankly in front of the hall, a stiff smile on her face.
"Miss Li, you've been frightened! Please go upstairs first; I'll handle these matters!" Tong Guan glanced contemptuously at the group of servants kneeling in the courtyard; he turned and walked to Li Shishi, bowing respectfully.
Li Shishi could only thank Tong Guan politely, and was accompanied by Haitang back to the inner room. Thinking of Yan Qing, Li Shishi asked Haitang, "Where's my sister? Was she frightened?"
"I just checked; she's sleeping soundly. She must be really tired," Haitang replied casually, glancing at Li Shishi with a smile. That smile, in Li Shishi's eyes, held a profound meaning.
As Li Shishi ascended the stairs, she involuntarily performed a deep bow, saying, "Your Majesty, I, Li Shishi, pay my respects. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"
"Oh dear! I am not here today as the Emperor. Why are you performing palace rituals? This goes against my wishes. Please rise!" Emperor Huizong, suddenly hearing Li Shishi's voice, averted his gaze from the painting and quickly helped her up. He then glared at Granny Li and Tong Guan, who had followed him.
Granny Li and Tong Guan hastily apologized and discreetly retreated downstairs. Under the lamplight, Emperor Huizong boldly scrutinized Li Shishi; her tall figure did not appear imposing, her watery eyes did not appear seductive, her hair was like mist, her face blushed with shyness—everything about her was perfectly proportioned, neither too much nor too little; she was truly a celestial being.
Instantly, Emperor Huizong felt that "all the beauties of the six palaces are like dirt, and all the concubines of the three palaces are vulgar!" His heart fluttered, and he raised his cup to Li Shishi, urging her to drink: "You truly are the most beautiful woman in the capital. I had only heard of you before, but seeing you in person makes it even more remarkable!" Li Shishi, intimidated by his power, rose from her seat to thank him and drank the cup in front of her.
Emperor Huizong was overjoyed, his face beaming: "You needn't stand on ceremony. Although I am the emperor, I love calligraphy and painting. Your calligraphy and painting are famous in the capital; just consider me a fellow painter!"
Upstairs, Li Shishi was engaging in a polite exchange with Emperor Huizong; downstairs, Sun Rong and Dou Jian were in deep trouble. They and the soldiers knelt in the courtyard, drenched in cold sweat.
"You two blind lackeys, listen up!" Finally, they heard Tong Guan's distinctive eunuch voice. "If even a whisper of His Majesty's presence here today leaks out, you'll be in for a world of hurt! Get out of here!" Sun Rong and Bao Jian, as if granted a pardon, kowtowed repeatedly, then led their soldiers away from the courtyard in a disheveled state, returning to the Palace Guard's residence to report to Gao Qiu.
Meanwhile, Li Shishi was also considering how to deal with the challenges of the night. "Your Majesty, I was disturbed by a group of idle people and couldn't enjoy my drink. It's truly my fault!" Li Shishi displayed a thousand kinds of tenderness and ten thousand kinds of pitiful charm, gracefully kneeling before Emperor Huizong.
"Please rise quickly, how can I blame you?" Emperor Huizong hurriedly helped Li Shishi up, and through her thin, delicate clothes, he could feel her warm, soft skin. Emperor Huizong, momentarily intoxicated, exclaimed with gusto, "Let's drink a few more cups tonight! Hmm, bring a bigger cup!"
Fine wine and beautiful women, cup after cup—Emperor Huizong had never been so joyful, never drunk so much wine. Taking advantage of his slight intoxication, his hands began to grope Li Shishi. Li Shishi, in turn, used her smooth-talking tactics, feigning resistance and distance, to cooperate with Emperor Huizong. This amused him so much that he forgot his imperial status and excitedly tore the thin gauze covering Li Shishi's body to shreds, scattering the pieces on the ground.
Emperor Huizong stared with bloodshot eyes, greedily gazing at Li Shishi's naked body; at her shy and timid appearance. A primal lust ignited within him, as if the more frightened and shy Li Shishi was, the more excited he became. Emperor Huizong acted like a ferocious beast, toying with a lamb bowing its head in the palm of his hand.
Li Shishi, with her experience, knew exactly what Emperor Huizong wanted and used every trick in the book—concealing herself, hiding, making startling noises, and whispering sweet nothings—to arouse Emperor Huizong's lust more and more, and he stripped off less and less clothing. Finally, Emperor Huizong let out a low growl, pouncing on Li Shishi like a hungry tiger, and they both fell onto the bed. Emperor Huizong pinned Li Shishi down, his lips raining down on her snow-white skin.
Li Shishi reached for Emperor Huizong's penis, grasping and playing with it. Emperor Huizong also parted Li Shishi's legs, rubbing her mons pubis with his palms, teasing her vulva with his fingers, and occasionally kneading the clitoris. This aroused Li Shishi to the point of overflowing lust, her body writhing wildly, her mouth uttering lewd moans.
Emperor Huizong felt as if everything was under his control. Calming himself, he slowly began to employ his seductive techniques. His lips and tongue moved slowly down from Li Shishi's shoulders and neck, past her chest, breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs… carefully licking and kissing every nook and cranny.
Under this gentle caress, Li Shishi felt as if her entire skin was acutely aware of the soft tip of his tongue; yet, at the same time, her skin seemed numb and devoid of feeling, her mind only buzzing with excitement. Li Shishi initially wanted a quick finish, because she kept thinking about Yan Qing. For some reason, seeing Yan Qing always filled her with a sweet feeling. Li Shishi then flipped over, pinning Emperor Huizong down, her vagina enveloping his erect penis. With a soft "whoosh," her hips pressed down, and Emperor Huizong's penis disappeared.
Emperor Huizong let out a soft "humph," feeling his entire penis enveloped in warmth, the vaginal walls rhythmically undulating as if giving his penis a full-body massage. What made it even more unbearable was the suction force within the vagina, as if trying to drain his essence.
Emperor Huizong seemed reluctant to give in so quickly, but with Li Shishi's skillful use of her vaginal techniques, continuing to hold back seemed impossible. Thinking that even if he were to ejaculate, he would take the initiative, he forcefully flipped over, pinning Li Shishi beneath him, making a desperate struggle before ejaculation. Emperor Huizong panted heavily, thrusting rapidly, each time penetrating deeply to the hilt. His rapid friction left his penis almost numb and devoid of feeling.
Li Shishi was somewhat surprised by Emperor Huizong's prowess. She thought that ordinary men would easily succumb with a few swaying hips, but Emperor Huizong's powerful, last-ditch thrusts had given her a fierce orgasm. Li Shishi lost track of how many climaxes she had experienced, feeling increasingly disoriented, as if in a dreamlike state, yet involuntarily moaning for mercy.
Upon hearing Li Shishi's pleas, Emperor Huizong felt immensely pleased, and then felt a tingling sensation in his perineum. "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!" Streams of hot semen shot out. Emperor Huizong felt his penis throbbing and contracting intensely; his whole body trembled with a pleasurable chill. "Mmm!" Emperor Huizong collapsed onto Li Shishi's body, his penis still soaking in her vagina, feeling the vaginal walls contracting and relaxing, causing his penis to throb in response.
Li Shishi relaxed completely, letting Emperor Huizong press down on her. She didn't want to push him away, quietly enjoying the afterglow of her climax. In her hazy state, Li Shishi fantasized that the one pressing down on her wasn't Emperor Huizong, but Yan Qing…
It wasn't until the rooster crowed the next day that Emperor Huizong awoke from his reverie. Before parting, he casually untied a dragon and phoenix silk handkerchief from his body and gave it to Li Shishi as a token of his love.
Li Shishi didn't have time to put the handkerchief away before rushing downstairs to find Yan Qing. But Yan Qing had already left a letter and departed. Li Shishi read it only with a face full of sorrow, hot tears welling up in her eyes.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Time flies, two years have passed. Emperor Huizong feasted day and night; he was a bridegroom every night, but the Northern Song court had reached a point of utter corruption. Tong Guan, Gao Qiu, and their gang reported their safety to Emperor Huizong daily, allowing him to indulge in wine and women and enjoy the pleasures of his "peaceful and prosperous era.
" Emperor Huizong even bestowed upon Li Shishi the title of "Mingfei" (Consort Ming), intending to legitimately bring her into the palace. However, Li Shishi resolutely refused to enter the palace. Emperor Huizong, unable to force her, renamed Jinqian Lane "Xiao Yujie" (Little Imperial Street) and named Li Shishi's boudoir "Fanlou."
Emperor Huizong ordered the walls connecting "Xiao Yujie" to the imperial city walls to be removed, thus linking "Fanlou" to the imperial city. This satisfied Emperor Huizong's desire to monopolize the courtesan while also fulfilling Li Shishi's wish not to enter the palace.
For Li Shishi, Emperor Huizong was her father's murderer. But as a courtesan, she could only rely on her position to entertain guests. Therefore, Li Shishi's joy at gaining the emperor's favor was not as great as Granny Li imagined. As for entering the inner palace, Li Shishi considered it undoubtedly like entering hell.
Granny Li, however, had completely different feelings: she was excited, ambitious, and arrogant. In the entire Money Lane, what place was more glorious than hers? So glorious that even Money Lane was renamed.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ In recent years, due to the strength of the Jin dynasty, their troops frequently invaded the border. Although Song Jiang and his heroes had gathered in the mountains, they always longed to submit to the imperial court and hoped to go to the border to fight the enemy and achieve merit. Unfortunately, Grand Commandant Gao Qiu always saw the Liangshan heroes as a thorn in his side and vowed to eliminate them. This time, taking advantage of the Lantern Festival when the capital city was reopened, Song Jiang led Yan Qing, Dai Zong, and several others to Dongjing (Kaifeng), hoping to use Li Shishi's connections to probe the imperial court's attitude towards the Liangshan uprising.
The last time Yan Qing went to the capital, he met with the silk shop that the mountain stronghold had set up in Tokyo. Just then, the government saw through the true purpose of the silk shop, and Yan Qing was pursued. He then met Li Shishi by chance and received her help. Li Shishi, a famous courtesan of the time, also left a deep impression on Yan Qing.
Outside the Fanlou courtyard, Yan Qing lingered several times, feigning interest in pleasure, observing the surroundings. Once no one was around, he darted over the wall, then leaped down, hiding in the shadows to listen for any sounds from Fanlou.
Inside Fanlou, the orange palace lanterns cast a soft glow, painting Li Shishi's boudoir with a rich hue. Clearly, the furnishings were far superior to what they once were; while possessing more imperial grandeur, they lacked a certain quiet elegance. Li Shishi sat at her desk, sighing softly, lost in thought.
"Sister Li, what's with all the sorrow on this Lantern Festival?" Haitang's bright eyes darted around.
Because Li Shishi had been so kind to her, she had long since begun to call her "sister." She knew the Emperor would be visiting tonight and worried that Li Shishi's mood might displease him.
"Haitang, are you satisfied with your life now?" Li Shishi looked up, not answering Haitang's question, but instead asking her a question in return.
"Well, how should I put it..." Haitang was already quite sensible. Haitang knew that Li Shishi, with her great fame, had repeatedly stopped Granny Li from having her entertain guests, and Haitang was sincerely grateful to Li Shishi. Li Shishi didn't want Haitang to follow her seemingly glorious path, which was actually someone else's plaything. Although she also desperately wanted to leave Fanlou, firstly, she was all alone, and secondly, she couldn't bear to leave such a good sister like Li Shishi. As the two were talking, they heard Granny Li arguing with someone downstairs.
"Sister, please calm down, I'll go downstairs and see what's going on!" Haitang went downstairs and saw Granny Li talking to a handsome young man.
"Granny, I have long admired Miss Li's great reputation and have traveled a long way to the capital. I have no other desires but to see you." Seeing no movement inside, Yan Qing went straight into the building. He saw that Fanlou was now filled with servants and brightly lit, so he couldn't use his light-footed skills to go upstairs and had to deal with Granny Li.
"Don't you know my establishment doesn't entertain vulgar guests?" Granny Li said condescendingly, her breath snorting through her nostrils. "My young lady is the current imperial concubine, don't you know that?... Never mind, I won't pursue how you got in, lest it cause trouble. You should just go back to where you came from!" Granny Li was a seasoned veteran of the brothel business. She thought to herself that even though the gate was closed, he had managed to sneak in silently. Not only was he bold, but he must also be a chivalrous figure from the martial arts world. She couldn't afford to offend him. However, entertaining him was absolutely out of the question. What if the Emperor came and they bumped into each other?
Haitang stared at Yan Qing for a long time, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly, she remembered—wasn't this the "sister" her senior sister had introduced her to the night the Emperor first visited Li Shishi two years ago? She had felt something was off then, and sure enough, there was something fishy going on.
Before Haitang could think too much, she hurriedly said to Grandma Li, "Mom, this man seems to be Sister Shi's brother. I'm not sure, let Sister Shi take a look." Although Haitang didn't know Yan Qing's identity, she understood that the young man downstairs was Sister Shi's sweetheart, and she was happy for Shi.
"Yan Qing is here!" This news made Li Shishi's face flush and her heart pound. She hurriedly fixed her hair and straightened her clothes, which were actually impeccable.
Li Shishi appeared at the top of the stairs: "Oh! It really is my brother! Come upstairs quickly!" Li Shishi greeted Yan Qing with a smile.
"Sister, my master insisted on seeing you, otherwise, how could I bother Grandma at this time!"
Yan Qing was slightly taken aback when Li Shishi addressed him like that, then he understood and echoed Li Shishi's words.
“Sister doesn’t entertain outsiders here, brother, let’s chat about family matters!” Li Shishi emphasized the word “outsider,” reminding Yan Qing that this place was no different from the inner palace, and that he shouldn’t speak carelessly in front of others.
At the same time, her eagerness was also evident in her words.
“Sister, please entertain me for my sake!” Yan Qing saw Li Shishi’s affection for him, but was eager to explain the purpose of his visit, hoping that his elder brother Song Jiang could meet Li Shishi.
Li Shishi hesitated slightly, “Alright! Just arrange a time!” Then she continued, “We haven’t seen each other for a long time, come, come upstairs! Let’s have a good chat!”
“Grandma! Set out fruit and wine, it’s still early, don’t worry, the Emperor won’t come so early!” To Grandma Li, Li Shishi’s words were no less important than an imperial edict from Emperor Huizong of Song; even if it was risky, she had no choice but to agree.
In Li Shishi’s boudoir, Li Shishi received Yan Qing. During the drinking session, Li Shishi suddenly felt a lump in her throat and choked out, "Brother Yan, since the day you left without saying goodbye, I...I..." Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she couldn't continue.
Yan Qing, at a loss, faced Li Shishi. He knew what she wanted to say, and realized that he, too, had been missing her these past few days. Yan Qing sighed, "Miss Li! I know your feelings, and I have been thinking of you constantly these past few days! But...a man's ambition lies in the four corners of the world, and with the country in peril, I have no choice but to put aside my personal feelings..."
Hearing that Yan Qing also cared for her, Li Shishi smiled slightly. Yan Qing continued, "...
Besides, I, Yan, have always wandered the world, living a life of constant danger, my life always in peril. I fear I might betray your feelings..." Suddenly, Yan Qing's lips were sealed by two soft, cherry-like lips, and his words were cut short.
Despite being a seasoned figure in the underworld for many years and over twenty years old, Yan Qing had never been intimate with a woman. This time, Li Shishi's sudden embrace and passionate kiss left him flattered and overwhelmed, his face flushing and his heart pounding with shyness. Yan Qing's natural reaction was to shrink back slightly, but then he felt a delicate fragrance waft into his nostrils, causing his heart to flutter.
Li Shishi's lips pressed tightly against Yan Qing's, her lithe tongue darting into his mouth, and she even managed to utter a sweet, coquettish voice through her nose: "...Brother Yan... um... hold me... hold me tight..."
As if hypnotized, Yan Qing wrapped his arms tightly around Li Shishi, pulling her into a full embrace. He felt Li Shishi's soft, boneless body pressed against his chest, writhing like a water snake, the heat of their skin rubbing against each other even through their clothes. "Swish! Swish!" Yan Qing felt a stirring in his groin, and involuntarily, his hands gripped Li Shishi's buttocks tightly, pressing her against his lower body.
Li Shishi fumbled for Yan Qing's belt, untying the knot and letting his lower garment slip down naturally. Li Shishi squatted down and opened her mouth to take Yan Qing's engorged and hard penis into her mouth. "Oh!" Yan Qing felt the head of his penis enveloped by her warm, moist mouth, a wave of pleasure rushing to his head. His legs almost gave way, and he quickly reached out to hold onto the corner of the table to steady himself, but his legs trembled uncontrollably.
Li Shishi tsk! tsk! tsk! She seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking, licking, swallowing, and rubbing her lips, making Yan Qing pant and shake his head. While Li Shishi's mouth was busy, her hands were not idle either. She skillfully twisted her body, removing all her clothes.
Suddenly, Yan Qing tightly embraced Li Shishi's head, his throat emitting low growls, his lower body thrashing wildly, "Sss! Sss!" Streams of thick semen, accumulated over many years, shot out with his throbbing penis, all of it shooting into Li Shishi's mouth. "Glug!" Li Shishi swallowed it all without hesitation, greedily licking the semen clinging to his penis.
Yan Qing felt an unprecedented tingling numbness in his penis, his entire body's joints seemed to be creaking, as if they were about to disintegrate. Yan Qing felt his penis shrink slightly after ejaculation, but Li Shishi skillfully awakened it again, making it erect like a steel rod before it could even soften.
Li Shishi stood up, placing one leg on the chair, one hand on Yan Qing's shoulder; the other hand supporting Yan Qing's erect penis. Li Shishi lightly tiptoed, positioning the penis against her moist, lubricated vulva. With a slight relaxation, "whoosh!" the penis slid in. "Ah!..." The two cried out simultaneously, their voices filled with satisfaction, joy, and lewdness.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ It was night again, and Fanlou was still brightly lit.
Song Jiang subtly expressed to Li Shishi the peasant uprising army's desire to prioritize resisting foreign aggression and to serve their country by defending the border.
Li Shishi didn't pay much attention to Song Jiang's declaration of his feelings; her thoughts were entirely on Yan Qing. Her eyes, clear as an autumn pool, never left his face. Yan Qing, however, remained solemn, overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Fortunately, Li Shishi understood her situation and status, and instead of lamenting "the falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is indifferent," she found contentment in "not caring about eternity, but only rejoicing in having had it."
Li Shishi sighed, "I once mentioned Brother Song to the Emperor, but he listened to the slander of the treacherous minister Gao Taiwei and insisted that Brother Song was a bandit king plotting rebellion..." Tears welled in Li Shishi's eyes. "...
It seems that the kindness and compassion of Brother Song and the heroes of Liangshan will be betrayed... And I am but a weak courtesan, only distressed that I am powerless to help Brother Song. Please forgive me, Brother Song..."
Song Jiang sighed deeply, "Alas! The pity for the Song Dynasty and its people..."
Suddenly, a commotion interrupted Song Jiang's words. "Shishi...my son...there are candles in the palace...
I'm afraid..." Granny Li, panting, climbed the stairs, her words somewhat incoherent, whether from anxiety or exhaustion.
Song Jiang and Yan Qing immediately rose to bid farewell to Li Shishi. As Haitang led them downstairs, Li Shishi said to Yan Qing with boundless sorrow, "Brother Yan, take care of yourself while wandering the world. Though my body is tainted, my heart remains
pure. We will meet again someday, don't forget me..." By the end, tears were streaming down her face. Yan Qing turned back, wanting to say something, but unsure what to say. He glanced at Li Shishi with tears in his eyes and only uttered, "Take care of yourself!" before turning to chase after Song Jiang.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The situation changed rapidly, and Emperor Huizong's dream of peace was soon shattered. In the winter of 1126, Emperor Huizong of Song, burdened with worries, arrived at Fanlou. After drinking a few cups of wine in silence, he said to Li Shishi, "Shishi, the Jin people have invaded the interior and refuse to make peace. I have already issued an edict of self-reproach and am preparing to abdicate in favor of the Crown Prince. Alas! If I could be a carefree retired emperor, I could spend much more time with you!" It was clear that there was no joy in Emperor Huizong's words.
Li Shishi hadn't expected the situation to deteriorate so quickly. A shadow fell over her heart, and she replied insincerely, "I hope so..."
On December 26th of that year, Emperor Huizong formally abdicated, and Crown Prince Qinzong ascended the throne. Less than three days later, news arrived that the Jin army was about to cross the Yellow River, and a massive evacuation and retreat swept through the capital, Kaifeng.
Despite Emperor Huizong's repeated pleas, Li Shishi insisted on not moving with the imperial family. If she absolutely had to leave, she would follow her own wishes to the countryside, find a small nunnery, and become a nun. At first, Emperor Huizong was greatly displeased, feeling that it was disgraceful for a dignified concubine like Li Shishi to be relegated to the common people. Later, however, he considered that he himself was in dire straits, barely able to save himself, and besides, she was originally a courtesan, accustomed to a life of leisure, so he had no choice but to allow her to disperse to the countryside.
A year later, the Jin army captured Bianjing (Kaifeng), and Emperor Huizong and his son became captives. Among the captives heading north were the two deposed emperors, the Zhao royal family, and over three thousand men and women.
In the creaking carriage heading north, Emperor Huizong looked back on the past, the splendor of the palace, the exquisite food and clothing, and especially the smiling face of Li Shishi, all vividly before his eyes. His regret was compounded by sorrow.
On the wall of a dilapidated temple south of Yanshan, Emperor Huizong left his "slender gold" calligraphy, recording his feelings at the time: "The nine generations of the great foundation have fallen in an instant, the arrogant refused to heed the advice of loyal ministers; willingly, I have traveled ten thousand miles to become a captive, the jade palace of my homeland is desolate in autumn." As for Li Shishi, this once-famous courtesan of Bianjing (Kaifeng), disappeared without a trace after leaving Fanlou. Several years later, some people said they had encountered her on the shores of Dongting Lake in Hunan. It was said that she had married a merchant, and her appearance was haggard, no longer possessing her former charm.

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