Fox Road Travel Notes

Hou Fangyu's legs went weak and he fell to his knees, terrified.

"Don't, don't kill me. This is all my father's doing and has nothing to do with me!"

"Really, really——"

"I went to Nanjing years ago, and my father found out somewhere that the concubine I brought back from Jiangnan was actually Li Xiangjun, a famous prostitute in Qinhuai."

"So, he kicked her out of the house and locked her in a firewood garden more than ten miles away from home..."

"Really, it's really not me who hit me -"

Yan Feng asked in a deep voice: "Then, how is she doing now?"

Hou Fangyu lowered his head: "She was alone. She lived in Daji Garden all winter. The cold air invaded her organs and she kept coughing."

"It has already become tuberculosis..."

"what?"

Several people exclaimed in unison.

In an era without antibiotics, tuberculosis was an incurable disease wherever it was found.

The eight beauties of Qinhuai are unique in their beauty, both in color and art.

Most of the people they associate with are famous Donglin scholars.

When the motherland is deserted and all lives are in ruins, their fragile bodies contain a backbone and courage that puts men to shame.

Li Xiangjun, Liu Rushi, Dong Xiaowan, Chen Yuanyuan, Gu Hengbo... all are like this.

However, the talents and writers whom they entrusted with their lives turned out to be traitors and double-dealing, which was disgraceful.

Beautiful face and jade, chivalrous bones and a cold heart.

Gone with the Wind, a misfortune that comes to an end!

I want to see the ice and snow, the howling cold wind, the desolate and lonely woodshed, a lamp like a bean, and the haggard person.

The beautiful spring has become a memory, and the enthusiasm of midsummer has also faded.

The fan, no longer used, was stained with dust and was abandoned in a box with the key missing.

The passionate young master still plays songs every night, spends money like water, and runs on the bustling Chang'an Road.

Either for fame or profit.

His poetry should still be upright, noble and refined, right?

I wonder which girl’s dream will be decorated by these most beautiful flowers in the world tonight!

But they would never have thought that the flower-like words growing on them were actually smelly dung.

There are also bones...

Does he still remember the peach blossoms on the fan?

The blood at that time had already turned cold.

But the peach blossoms are still in full bloom, and he still needs to use them to decorate his amorous feelings.

The girl named Li Xiangjun turned her name and blood into the most gorgeous medal on the chest of this talented man...

"Young master should observe the moral integrity of the Ming Dynasty and do not engage in foreign affairs. I should also observe the moral integrity of the young master and live up to each other..."

On the night when he sealed his love with the peach blossom fan, he had already forgotten his earnest advice, right?

His heart is still hot for fame, but my life and blood are cold. I wish there will be no next life!

The peach blossom fan touches the peach blossom snow, and the peach blossom is destined to survive the peach blossom disaster.

The snow outside the window is frozen, white as a fan, and when I put on my old pomegranate skirt, it is as red as blood, just like when I was sixteen and I had never met you!

"Who sheds tears in the new pavilion and remembers the fragrance of peach blossoms alone?" Yan Feng sighed faintly.

The long silence in the room was broken, and everyone woke up from their thoughts.

In unison, they let out a sigh.

Yan Feng lifted Hou Fangyu who was lying on the ground and stared at him with cold eyes: "Where is Hou Shangshu?"

"In the……"

Hou Fangyu pointed to the bedroom.

Yan Feng snorted, threw him on the ground, and walked towards the door.

"When an evil guest comes to visit, Hou Situ still acts like a dragon and lies high. It's really like Mount Tai collapsed but his appearance remains unchanged. I admire him!"

As he spoke, he pushed open the door.

However, they saw that the room was luxuriously furnished and there was no one around. A large huanghuali carved bed took up half of the room.

Yan Feng lifted up the gauze curtain and looked at the large, bulging, slightly trembling quilt.

With a flick of five fingers, the corners of the quilt were lifted up.

There was only a cry of exclamation, and a white-haired head was shrinking in the arms of two girls who were wearing obscene clothes and looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"A tree of pear blossoms is crushing the begonias. The minister is so excited!" Yan Feng turned around and left.

With a flick of his sleeves, the quilt was put back on him: "Hou Xun, I'll give you a stick of incense."

"If you don't come out, I will set fire to you and this filthy house!"

Back in the main room, Hou Fangyu didn't dare to move and was still kneeling on the ground.

Zhan Feng? He glanced at him and said to his second brother who was following him: "Zhan Meng, you are proficient in medical skills. Can you rush to Guide Mansion overnight to check on Li Xiang's condition?"

"if……"

"Then find a clean place and bury her properly!"

After thinking about it for a while, he added: "If she is not terminally ill yet, I would like you to treat her carefully and take her to where she wants to go..."

Zhanmeng nodded: "That's exactly what I meant."

"Don't worry, as long as it's not too late, I will always have a way to protect her life!"

After saying that, he nodded to Chen Zican and strode out.

After a while, the old Hou Xun was supported by a flower-like concubine and came to the main room.

He walked up to Yan Feng, who was sitting on the chair, and bent down.

He didn't dare to raise his head and said vaguely: "Your Majesty, I wonder why you came here late at night?"

"But if you are given an order, I will obey it!"

Yan Feng smiled and said: "Hou Shangshu, Hou Gongzi, you two are not staying at home in Guide Mansion. Why are you here in the other courtyard of Wei Hui Mansion next to Lu Di?"

Hou Xun was stunned for a moment, and his voice became more vague: "Your Majesty, I am here to urge the farmers to farm..."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Yan Feng laughed loudly: "These few hundred acres of wheat fields in Houjiabao are worthy of Hou Shangshu, who has been in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs for seven or eight years. He gave up singing and dancing and refused to reward beauties. He took this virtuous young man who was eager for office to personally Come and watch?"

"Let me ask you, why did Zhang Cunren come here?"

"Could it be that I'm also here to help you keep an eye on the spring plowing?"

Hou Xun's whole body was shocked, and he tightened his fingers and grabbed the concubine's slender forearm.

The girl frowned slightly, showing pain, but bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

He murmured: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang..."

The sound became quieter and quieter, almost indistinguishable.

"Lift your head and speak!"

Yan Feng said: "Isn't it true that Hou Shangshu has always been known for his fine character and integrity?"

"Back then, in front of the late emperor, you dared to fight with eunuchs in order to fight for power. Why are you as cowardly as a chicken when you face a commoner like me today?"

Hou Xun raised his head, with a look of pity on his wrinkled face.

He pointed to his withered mouth: "The little old man is bald and toothless, and his mind is dazed. It's really..."

"I really can't remember, who is Zhang Cunren who came to visit you the day before yesterday?"

Yan Feng sneered: "Then I will give you, General Donglin, a heads up."

"Zhang Cunren was appointed by the Qing Dynasty as Minister of War in the sixth year of Shunzhi, and also served as governor of Zhili, Shandong and Henan provinces."

"Responsible for the unified dispatch of all armies in the Central Plains and the suppression of rebels in various places."

"Such a high-ranking official in the eighth rank, a surrendered general of the Ming Dynasty, conquered Dashun and destroyed Nanming. Do you remember it, Minister Hou?"

Hou Xun opened his mouth and said "Ah, ah--" twice, his face full of confusion and confusion.

Chen Zican smiled and said, "I finally understand why Mr. Hou is so shameless."

"Oh?" Zhu Yong crossed his arms and responded.

"I don't even have teeth, how dare he have teeth?"

"Young master Hou's family tradition is indeed deeply rooted in Donglin's three tastes."