After hearing too much about becoming a good person in brothel, she didn't expect that she had a miserable life. But who would have thought that this kind of thing would fall on her today? She was afraid that this high-ranking official would be as ruthless as Shi Chong.

In the end, I was heartbroken and might as well be forced to smile in the brothel. But the old mother refused and said that this high-ranking official was a high-ranking official in Yingtian Mansion. She had a wife and children in the family, but she was just a main house. She went there this time

It’s not a loss to be a concubine!”

When she heard this, she was moved. That day she dressed up and was carried into a mansion by someone in a sedan chair. Later she realized that her man was named Hu Weiyong, who had defected to the son of the day very early and served as the marshal's mansion under her command.

The chief clerk of Ningguo, magistrate of the county, Ji'an, Huguang assistant minister, Taichang Shaoqing, Taichangqing and other positions. In the first year of Wu, he was summoned to be Taichang Shaoqing and entered the temple. This year, he was a bigger one

The official recommended him to be a political affairs officer in the Secretariat. He was a second-rank official. That day, he drank with someone in a brothel and happened to see her. He was moved by her singing and appearance, so he had the idea of ​​taking him as a concubine.

After putting down the guzheng, the beauty walked to Hu Weiyong's Xiangfei bamboo chair and snuggled gently on Hu Weiyong's not-so-wide chest. A pair of round and perky breasts gently pressed on them and rubbed them slightly twice.

The scarlet nipples rose up like bamboo shoots after a rain, squeezing Hu Weiyong's chest bit by bit.

Hu Weiyong leaned against the bamboo chair, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and a smile on his bright cheeks slightly rippled. He stroked the woman's plump and round buttocks with his left hand, and kneaded hard. The woman snorted gently.

He whispered, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and he looked a little angry.

Suddenly, Hu Weiyong's eyes opened, and two sharp lights swept the woman's body slightly. The woman's delicate body trembled, and the anger on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a look of fear.

Hu Weiyong suddenly smiled, patted the woman's shoulders, and said with a smile: "You are so good. To be the master's vase, you must do your duty as the master's vase, otherwise-?"

"I understand?" the woman pouted her little mouth and said softly. Her gentle appearance and pretty face made her look really unique.

Hu Weiyong's breathing seemed a little rapid. His big hand slowly walked up and slid into the thin underwear. He held the pair of breasts as soft as water drops. He gently tapped his five fingers. Without knocking it, the woman let out a low voice in her mouth.

The low moan wanted to interrupt, but he didn't dare to do it. He could only bite his teeth and let the man in front of him continue to do evil!

There was a sound of footsteps far and near. The housekeeper Lao Dinggu walked over with his arms around and said to Hu Weiyong from afar: "Master, Lord Tu Jietu is here!"

Tu Jie is from Jiangxi. Like Hu Weiyong, he is a small official like sesame and green beans, and is not welcomed. Later, he saw Hu Weiyong rise all the way and climbed the big tree Li Shanchang. He joined Hu Weiyong's disciples and became a

His confidant.

Hu Weiyong took back his evil hand and pushed the woman in his arms away. His pair of triangular eyes flashed. He stood up and said to the butler: "Please see you in the study!"

Hu Weiyong's study is not big, but he is dressed very elegantly. Ancient books, pens, inkstones, paper, and inkstones are all neatly packed on the bookshelf. There is a Eight Immortals table in the center. On the table is a set of Jingdezhen porcelains, which are bright and eye-catching.

At first glance, I saw some years and months. On the Eight Immortals table, there was a small regular script hanging on it. It was written by Wang Xizhi. It was a small regular script with one hundred lines. It was originally a yellow silk, and it was copied and engraved in the Song Dynasty, and there were rubbings circulated.

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Extremely strict, his spirit is also relaxed, and he has a beautiful and cheerful mood. Regarding the Huangting Jing, there is a legend: There was a Taoist priest in Shanyin who wanted to get Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. Because he knew that he had become a hobby, he specially prepared a basket of fat and big

The white goose was used as a reward for writing scriptures. Wang Xizhi saw that the goose happily wrote scriptures for the Taoist priest for a long time, and happily "returned in a cage of goose". Hu Weiyong always admired Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. After he was in a high position, he made this happen.

A handwriting was hung in the study.

Tu Jie walked in with a smile. Tu Jie was not old, but only in her thirties, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a pair of triangular eyes that always had a smile, which made people feel disgusting. His figure was originally very tall,

But he was hunched over and was half shorter with Hu Weiyong who walked in.

The two sat down on both sides of the tea table. Hu Weiyong raised his sleeves, reached out and lifted the teapot, poured tea into the teacup in Jingdezhen, pushed it gently, and asked, "Is the emperor still reviewing the memorial?"

Tu Jie picked up the teacup and seemed a little flattered. He wanted to take a sip of tea, but when he heard this, he quickly put down the teacup, leaned his body forward slightly, and lowered his voice: "No, it's not right, it's been more than ten days, and the emperor keeps giving in.

The six ministries sent memorials and personally found many officials who had read poetry and books to ask what the problem was in the memorials? It seems that the emperor did not want to go to see the Prime Minister?"

Hu Weiyong said "Oh" and his eyes flashed. His chin, covered with a big beard, moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, but the smile came and went quickly!

Tu Jie didn't see it.

"Sir, you said that the Prime Minister has been sick at home for more than ten days, why is the emperor not in a hurry? If you don't go to visit me, no one in the court dares to go there. Poor Prime Minister, I worked hard for my Ming Dynasty, and I became so sick.

The emperor didn't even ask, hey? I feel so heartbroken!" Tu Jie sighed a few times while pretending to behave, but glanced at Hu Weiyong from the corner of his eyes.

Hu Weiyong lay on the chair of the Grand Master, gently stroking his long beard. After years of repair, his beard was already smooth and he was very gentle. He didn't think of some generals. Although he had a beautiful beard, he was like a needle, like a hedgehog.

Similarly, others can't touch you, and you can't touch you either.

He stroked his beard and listened to Tu Jie's words, snorted coldly from his nose, but did not speak, and the hand that touched his beard gently tapped the coffee table with his ten fingers. The coffee table made a while with the knocking in his hand

A slight rhythmic sound "dongdongdongdong-dongdongdong-?"

Tu Jie didn't know what Hu Weiyong was doing, but he seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't dare to disturb him. He didn't talk and lowered his head to drink tea.

Hu Weiyong knocked his hand for a while and suddenly murmured: "It seems that the emperor is dissatisfied with the Prime Minister this time?"

Tu Jie was drinking tea with his head down. The tea was obviously much better than the ones he bought from the market in his house. He was drinking it with relish. Suddenly, he heard Hu Weiyong's words and almost couldn't spray out a sip of tea.

He said in surprise: "Is it true that the emperor is dissatisfied with the Prime Minister?"

Hu Weiyong glared at him and shouted, "Look at your promising prospects, why are you panic?"

Tu Jie smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I'm so excited, I'm so excited!"

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