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Li Yuanqing returned to the official hall and arrived at the entrance of Conggulun's small courtyard. It was already past 1:30 in the morning.

But the lights were still on in Conggulun's yard.

More than a dozen maids and wives were waiting in the shelter of the door. As soon as they saw Li Yuanqing coming, a Jurchen maid couldn't help but scream excitedly, and hurriedly ran into the yard, while

He shouted: "Little Master, I'm here, I'm here."

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, and in his heart, a shallow warm current slowly rose and surged back and forth.

Although it is a political marriage, Cong Gu Lun is an innocent little girl after all. She has become his Li Yuanqing's woman, so he naturally wants to make her life better!

"Slave, please wait until you see me."

Before Li Yuanqing walked through the door, all the maids and women beside the door fell to their knees.

Li Yuanqing waved his hand, dropped a dozen silver shards, and strode inside.

All the maids and women became even more happy and kowtowed to Li Yuanqing's back.

Although Conggulun married Li Yuanqing in secret without a grand ceremony, she was the princess of the late Jin Dynasty and the youngest daughter of an old slave. Her dowry and etiquette were still quite generous.

At this time, although her yard was not too big, there were fifty or sixty people living inside and outside, and they were all her private property.

Of course, this does not include a large number of livestock and slave dowries.

According to the etiquette system, Conggulun still had a quota of ten young eunuchs to accompany him, but Li Yuanqing felt that the eunuchs were too eye-catching, so he dismissed them to Huang Taiji. Later, Huang Taiji selected six more beautiful palace maids and four experienced ones.

Mother-in-law, add in.

At this time, Hou Jin's ceremonial service had already taken the prototype of the later Manchu and Qing Dynasties, but it was far less luxurious and refined than that of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties.

As soon as Li Yuanqing entered the room, Cong Gu Lun, who was dressed in fine clothes and accompanied by eight personal maids, knelt down in front of Li Yuanqing.

Conggulun's big watery eyes were full of joy, "I have seen you."

Li Yuanqing laughed loudly, lifted Cong Gu Lun up with his own hands, held her waist with his big hands familiarly, and kissed her pretty red lips hard, "Some things have been delayed for a while, you haven't waited too long, right?"

Conggulun happily said: "We didn't wait too long. Master, I will be very happy if you can come here. Master, I have prepared wine and food for you."

On the side, there is a pot of mutton soup with strong fragrance on the brazier. Apparently, the fire has never been extinguished.

Tonight, after working so hard, Li Yuanqing was indeed a little hungry, so how could he be so polite? Da Ma sat down on the soft deerskin pillow beside him and said with a smile: "Xiao Lun, come and drink with me."

One cup.”

"Um."

Cong Gu Lun happily sat opposite Li Yuanqing.

Next to him, a maid had already come over and respectfully helped Li Yuanqing fill the bowl with meat and soup. Another maid helped Li Yuanqing fill the wine glass.

Then, eight graceful maids with almost the same figure stood respectfully in two rows and waited on the side.

Cong Gu Lun's pretty face was red, and he held up the wine glass respectfully. His long eyelashes were blinking, and he didn't dare to look into Li Yuanqing's eyes. He said shyly: "Master, I would like to offer you a drink."

Li Yuanqing smiled and picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Cong Gu Lun, drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Xiao Lun, you have worked hard these days."

"Master..."

Tears were about to well up in Cong Gu Lun's big watery eyes. With Li Yuanqing's words, her loneliness, loneliness, helplessness, and fear all these days were all worth it.

Li Yuanqing smiled, directly mentioned the soft deerskin piece, sat down next to Cong Gu Lun, and said with a smile: "Why are you crying? If you cry anymore, it will not look beautiful. Come on, this piece of brittle bone is not bad, I will feed you."

Li Yuanqing smiled and picked up a piece of mutton chop, blew it carefully, tested the temperature himself, and then handed it to Cong Gurun's tempting little mouth.

Cong Gu Lun carefully ate the mutton chops, but he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He threw himself into Li Yuanqing's arms and sobbed softly: "Master, slave, slave, I thought you wouldn't come tonight.

It’s over.”

The eight maids around me also lowered their heads, and I felt pity for him.

"Silly girl. I promised you, so why don't you come over?"

Li Yuanqing gently patted Cong Gu Lun on the back, kissed her cheek, and soothed her emotions softly.

After a while, Cong Gu Lun finished venting, but he spat out his sweet tongue with some annoyance, and said charmingly: "Master... yes, I'm sorry. I shouldn't cry. You, you don't like me anymore."

Bar?"

Li Yuanqing chuckled, "If you cry like a little cat, of course I won't like it, but now, I like you very much."

How could the young Cong Gu Lun be a match for a love veteran like Li Yuanqing? His heart was so happy that it was about to explode, and he was like a soft bird, sitting in Li Yuanqing's arms.

Li Yuanqing was also happy to enjoy her coquettish ways, teasing her and eating at the same time.

A late night snack that lasted for more than half an hour.

On the side, seeing that Li Yuanqing and Cong Gurun were about to finish their meal, the eight maids had already obediently brought the bathtub and filled it with hot water.

Li Yuanqing was full of wine and food. He burped comfortably and said with a smile: "Xiao Lun, come here and help me take a bath."

"Um."

Cong Gu Lun was well prepared and hurriedly worked with the maid to carefully help Li Yuanqing undress. When Li Yuanqing got into the bathtub, the maid helped her take off her clothes and served her into the bathtub together.

Then, the eight maids brought several more braziers, closed the windows of the room more tightly, and took off their clothes one after another. Two of the most beautiful maids also entered the tub to serve Li Yuanqing and Cong.

Gu Lun took a bath while the other six people waited on him.

These eight maids are all girls of the same house. In other words, as soon as they enter Li Yuanqing's house, they have become Li Yuanqing's concubines, such as his wife, and they belong to Li Yuanqing's undisputed private property.

With the foundation of Wuyu Pavilion, Li Yuanqing was already familiar with this kind of regulation, and he felt at ease.

However, after a moment, Li Yuanqing waved his hand to a maid and said: "Go and leave a crack in the window, don't close it too tightly. From now on, you must remember that with so many braziers, the windows must not be closed, you know?"

"yes."

How dare the maid refute? She quickly and obediently opened the window not far away a small crack, and immediately she could feel a slight cool breeze seeping in from outside.

Seeing that the maids around him seemed to be shivering, Li Yuanqing said again: "You guys, please wear obscene clothes on your upper body, don't freeze."

"yes."

Several maids immediately felt as if they had been granted amnesty and hurriedly put on their obscene clothes carefully. However, without Li Yuanqing's instructions, they did not dare to wear obscene pants. Their long white legs were carefully served around Li Yuanqing.

Li Yuanqing leaned comfortably in the tub, with his eyes closed, and his big hands carelessly wreaked havoc on the three delicate bodies in the water, enjoying the soft and careful hands around him, serving him.

If conditions didn't allow it at this time, he would have let all eight maids in. If he had known it, they would have arranged it in the soup pool tonight...

Around him, water vapor was rising, and the delicate white bodies were flashing back and forth, but Li Yuanqing had already been used to this scene, and his mind soon calmed down, and he was enjoying the service of the nine beauties with peace of mind.

As the ancients said, “It’s always cold at high places!”

The strong should have the dignity of the strong, and even more should enjoy the glory of the strong!

Otherwise~, why would there be so many people who have lost their minds, risked their lives, and climbed up with their lives?

In later generations, even the Emperor of the United States emphasized this equality, that equality, this freedom, and that freedom, but when, when did there ever be true equality?

At the end of the day, is it not a competition between Monopoly in the United States, island countries, big chaebols, Western Europe, or other regions, or other royal families, or big families?

Do you want equality and freedom?

Can!

But~~, that can only be the humble right given to you by me, the supreme being!

The strong will become stronger, and the weak...

Regarding this~, Li Yuanqing was also a little helpless.

This is the law of the development of things, and it is also a natural law formed by the constant competition and killing of nature in the most difficult environment.

Coming from the later generations, Li Yuanqing deeply understood that the so-called 'utopia', that 'society', and what kind of doctrine are they are pitfalls, but pitfalls!

Just like Lincoln said back then, "If you move your hands and feet too much about this big house, it will inevitably collapse. And repairing it, although it doesn't look good, can at least maintain it."

Li Yuanqing knew very well that the current state of the Ming Dynasty, across the board, was absolutely a stupid choice.

Later history, Li Chuang and Chuangying's series of failures have completely proved that.

Including Li Laiheng's final self-immolation in Maolu Mountain and his death. I am afraid that he never figured out until his death why, why his brother, his siblings would betray him at such a time.

He had no other choice but to scold his mother and light a fire.

Including the later Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Leader Hong actually had a great chance.

Behemoths such as Britain, the United States, Russia, and France have all extended an olive branch to him, the "descendant" of "God's little cousin."

such a pity.

Master Hong really believed that he would enjoy eternal blessings and live as long as heaven, and he did not take these foreign devils seriously at all.

As for Yang Xiuqing, who likes to make charcoal, he only regards his own three-quarters of an acre of land. In addition to fighting for power and profit and suppressing dissidents, in the end, he did not help the tens of thousands of the most elite Guangxi old Hakka soldiers in the Kingdom of Heaven to make any constructive decisions.

As a result, the Tianjing Incident, with rivers of blood and raging fire, was slapped to death by the combined forces of all parties.

A lesson from the past and a teacher for future generations.

Li Yuanqing will naturally not make the same mistake again.
To be continued...