Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

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The next day, at dawn, the coldness had not completely faded away, so a few people secretly stayed in the woods on the mountainside behind Jiming Temple.

Few pedestrians passed by, so I couldn't help my curiosity and stepped forward to take a look. Before I could get close, I was pushed away by the people coming up. Fortunately, he was not an evil spirit or a thief. He was a handsome young man dressed in luxurious clothes. The attendants and servants were standing there in a daze, not knowing why.

The young man had a fair complexion and a scholarly air, but his eyes were dark and his body was thin, resembling a little raccoon. At first glance, it was the sequelae of being indulged in alcohol and sex for many years. He was physically weak and weak, and could not be used for much purpose.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, causing his arms to tremble and his mouth to murmur.

He immediately yelled at the boy behind him: "This ghost wind is freezing me to death. Gou'er, didn't you say that Miss Xiangjun is going to offer incense today? Why haven't you seen it yet? How can you be sure?"

The young man had to reprimand his young master, and the young man couldn't express his sorrow.

I clearly told you that they were coming to offer incense today, but they didn’t say what time they would come. It was you who was so impatient and foolish that you went up to the mountain to keep watch. I didn’t see you working so hard when you were studying. It even hurts me to get cold too.

It's remarkable that a son of a dignified household minister can work so hard for a woman.

On weekdays, if something goes wrong for you, you will be beaten and scolded, and if you are more serious, you can even be whipped. Other people's sons are not as good as you, and they are also impatient. They go around causing trouble because of the fact that their father is the Minister of the Ministry of Finance.

The young man secretly complained about all the faults of his young master, but his face was full of flattery, and the dissatisfaction in his heart did not leak out.

He touched his rough hands that were red from the cold, and said in a firm tone: "Master, it's almost here. I think it's almost here."

"I gave her a lot of 5 taels of silver, and she spoke up, saying that Miss Xiangjun will definitely go up the mountain to burn incense today."

After hearing the news that it was from Xiao Cui, Mr. Raccoon felt relieved. Xiao Cui was that person's personal maid, and she had an old relationship with him, so she didn't dare to expire her term.

He, Fang Jing, is the son of the Minister of Household Affairs of Yingtian Prefecture. He is considered a high-ranking official in Jinling City, which is eight hundred miles away. He is also the only child in the family. Almost no one dares to mess with him. In Jinling City, he basically gets what he wants. Unscrupulous.

A few days ago, I went drinking with my friends. On the way, I met a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy. She was much prettier than the dozens of concubines at home. I was immediately fascinated by her, but I was too drunk to react and left her behind.

After asking around, I learned that the woman I met that day was none other than Li Xiangjun, one of the top names in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

It is said that this Xiaoxiang Pavilion is one of the nine pavilions in Jinling City, but it is nothing special. It is just a good brothel on the left and right. There are only three or four above hers on the Qinhuai River. How many of them does Fang Jing go to on weekdays? The house is drinking, the madam is taking care of it, and the beauties in the building can be chosen at will.

But he hasn't been to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion yet. The background behind him is a bit tricky. He is a Nanjing garrison eunuch, Wei Zhongxian.

And his family is of the literary lineage, and since the two of them can't urinate in the same pot, they can't go and admire him.

He wanted to rob someone, but he didn't have the courage. He couldn't get the girl he liked, which made Fang Jing unable to sleep well for several days.

So I used the old trick: I asked my servants to kidnap Li Xiangjun's maid, first she defiled her, then I threatened her, and then I said nice words, saying that I would marry your girl in the future and let you be the side wife.

This trick works every time!

Xiaocui accepted it easily, gave some money, and started passing on the news.

It's just that Fang Jing didn't know how Li Xiangjun, a good girl, thought of going to Jiming Temple to burn incense. Wouldn't it be good to stay in Qinhuai River? But then again, if she wanted to go up the mountain, she really didn't have a chance to kiss Fangze.

When I thought of Miss Xiangjun's graceful figure and jade-like white arms, a wave of heat suddenly hit her legs, and I suddenly felt that the cold wind was not freezing at all.

"Okay, then I'll stay here. If I don't see anyone today, I swear I won't come back."

By the Qinhuai River, in a pavilion.

"Miss, the carriage has arrived."

"I understand, Xiaocui, please ask me to wait for a moment, and I'll come back to sort it out." A whisper came from inside the house.

After the maid heard this, she walked out of the door and gave the groom a sling of money without saying any polite words: "Just wait here. When the girl comes, we will leave."

"It's true, it's true, I won't leave." The groom tried his best to please.

Although these women are of low status, they are not something that common people like them can see clearly, and their spending is generous. This amount of money is enough for them to make a living for seven or eight days.

After a while, a young girl came out of the attic. She was wearing a light yellow floral skirt, and underneath was a green horse-faced skirt with dark floral stripes. The color was new and not old, and her head was clean, with only two hair. A very simple piece of jewelry is inserted into the hair.

Even dressed up like this, the coachman couldn't take his eyes away.

The maid hurriedly pulled her girl into the carriage, then glared at the coachman fiercely and scolded: "What are you looking at? You can't look at my girl, and you won't lead the way."

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain to cover it up.

The driver also gave a wry smile and shouted to get on the road.

After driving for about half an hour, Xiaocui lifted the curtain, looked outside a few times, and then said to the people in the car: "Girl, we're almost there."

"Now that we're here, let's stop."

"Groomman, stop, my lady is getting off the bus." Xiaocui urged, her tone was quite annoyed.

When the two of them dismounted, Xiaocui pointed far away and said, "Just stay there and take us back after we get down from the mountain."

Seeing that her maid was so arrogant, Li Xiangjun felt helpless. She had never seen her behave like this on weekdays. She was kind to the young masters, but why did she always use bad words when she came out? It was a bit snobbish, which made her a little unhappy.

However, the maidservant was arranged by her mother in the attic, so it was not easy for her to return home and lose face. After all, she had no choice but to do so.

"Xiao Cui, why don't you go up the right road?" Li Xiangjun asked Xiao Cui doubtfully halfway through the journey.

She saw that everyone went up from the main road, but they went up from the back mountain, so she asked this question.

"Girl, you go on the main road to seek safety, and you go on the small road to seek marriage." She had already thought of an excuse for Li Xiangjun's suspicion.

But there is resentment in my heart: you are so good-looking, but you don't know how to cherish it. You have rejected the pursuit of many noble sons, but you went to Jiming Temple to seek marriage.

If you join the brothel business, you can still find a good match. Anyway, she has never seen it. In the end, she found a family to be a concubine. The rich family is fine and they have no worries about food and drink. Marrying a poor family is inevitable and hard work is inevitable. Old business. The alliances and oaths are not as valuable as the wealth of gold and silver, and the poems, books and songs are not as valuable as the honors of high officials.

If you have experienced what I have experienced, you will be able to be so casual.

After hearing what Xiaocui said, Li Xiangjun was so shy that she lowered her head and replied shyly: "That's good."

It makes people look at it without a pause, and a feeling of love gradually arises!

Which girl doesn't want to be young and doesn't want to marry someone, especially a woman like her. The first half of her life is full of troubles and she can't help herself. The second half of her life is looking forward to getting a husband who wants her, no matter how rich or noble she is.

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