Chapter 66: The Road Is Uneven

Hou Xuanyan walked out of Gu's house and whispered to Gu Youde, asking him to continue to entertain the officials who went to the banquet.

As for himself, he is not in the mood at all, the emperor is just a puppet in the Longwu court, and the Zheng brothers control the government, which is a well-known thing in the world.

Zheng Zhilong despised himself so much and openly sheltered and surrendered his enemies, but he may not have thought of this serious consequence. Thinking about it deeper, this pirate leader didn't think about restoring the Qing Dynasty at all.

In his heart, the gold that can be seen and touched is the real thing, and everything else is a false name. No wonder the Qing soldiers in Fujian, this old thief ignored his son's opposition and brazenly surrendered to the army.

Yang Shu beckoned the carriage over, Hou Xuanyan waved his hand and said, "Uncle Yang, come with me, let's go back to the house on foot." ”

Walking through the streets and alleys, walking through the lively streets of Suzhou, the depression in Hou Xuanyan's heart gradually dissipated. Anyway, it's a group of dogs and traitors, since they got together, Lao Tzu will definitely serve it in the future. Thinking that Li Chengdong and Zheng Zhilong got together, he originally planned to develop himself slowly, and Hou Xuanyan, who was planning the Northern Expedition, made up his mind to settle the rear first.

"If you have a chance, I have to go to Fuzhou, I don't know how Uncle Gong is over there."

Yang Shu suddenly came to his senses and told him about Fuzhou, Gong Laosan and the county lord, together with the holy family and unity, have developed prosperously. In particular, Fuzhou is close to the coast, and shipping is popular, and there are business opportunities everywhere.

Hou Xuanyan listened with relish, and slowly walked to a rich building with a lot of traffic at the door.

A fat monk walked out of it and almost bumped into Hou Xuanyan head-on. The guards guarding the side were shocked, drew their swords in their hands, frightened the monk's soul and begged for mercy.

Hou Xuanyan reprimanded: "Put the knife down, it's a trivial matter, why intimidate the people." ”

Looking up, there were three big characters upstairs "Yihong Courtyard", and Hou Xuanyan suddenly became disdainful.

Originally, I wanted to appease this monk with good words, but now I looked at him and mocked: "The master is so interested, coming to this kind of place is not in harmony with the rules and precepts, right?" ”

Seeing that he was protected by guards, the monk didn't dare to hold it up, scratching his scalp and smiling: "Amitabha, the little monk has long been vulgar, haha." ”

At this time, a turtle slave pushed a thin, disheveled girl to the front of the building, and all the servants and prostitutes in Yihong Courtyard were enthusiastic, and they came out to see the excitement.

Hou Xuanyan grabbed a turtle slave casually and asked, "What's the matter?" Which one is this? ”

Hou Xuanyan invited guests today, dressed in civilian clothes, and the turtle slave only regarded him as a benefactor, so he hurriedly laughed: "A wild girl sent by Master Ci'en, I don't know the times, and I scratched our Uncle Zhang's face, Uncle Zhang spent a lot of money, saying that he would strip her naked on the street and let the neighbors have fun, and now she is losing her shoes and socks!" ”

The fat monk turned around and was about to slip away, but Yang Shu's eyes were quick and he restrained him.

"You're going inside?"

The fat monk said hurriedly: "The little monk is still in a hurry, why are you holding me up, I haven't done anything." Besides, who are you, is it your turn to take care of it? ”

Hou Xuanyan was already in a bad mood, and said coldly: "Let him shut up." The guards punched the fat monk in the face, leaving him with blood and not daring to speak again.

Hou Xuanyan turned to look at the turtle slave and said, "If you dare to do it again, I will tear down your lewd nest!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the guards rushed forward and knocked the turtle slave who was tearing the girl's clothes away. The girl was frightened like a bird, grabbed the placket of her clothes and ran away, and slipped behind Hou Xuanyan. She is only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pair of big eyes and bright water, although her body has not yet grown, but her chest has been seen round and bulging, and the crescent-white cotton clothes are undulating, and the shape is warm and soft, like a pair of lovely jade rabbits.

"Which Uncle Zhang killed her?"

The turtle slave didn't know his identity, and the fox pretended to be a tiger and shouted: "It's our Suzhou ship king, the eldest son of Zhang Wenshun." ”

After speaking, he looked at Hou Xuanyan, only to see that the other party's expression had not changed, and the turtle slave secretly screamed that it was broken, and now he had hit a hard stubble. These turtle slaves who were sent to us were the most observant, and when they saw Hou Xuanyan's expression, they knew that this person did not take Zhang Wenshun, the king of Suzhou, in his eyes.

Zhang Wenshun? Isn't it the landlord who wanted to sacrifice the city last time, and he wanted to spare his life, but this time he was unlucky.

Hou Xuanyan turned his head, because he was taller than the girl, condescending, and saw that her clothes were open, revealing the pink skin on her shoulders and neck, and there were still light red scratches on her snow-jade-like fragrant shoulders. The hillock on the chest is up, wrapped in a cotton coat, although it is not as rich as Ji'er's, but it vaguely squeezes out a touch of delicate snow-white cleavage, which has a unique style. Seeing that he was heartbroken, he secretly thought: "I didn't expect such a young girl to have a unique body." The girl didn't know why, and she tightened the corners of her clothes and trembled, apparently not recovering from the shock.

Hou Xuanyan took off his silk shirt and wrapped it around her, trying to show a kind expression.

"Why were you sold to the Qinglou by this fat monk, and if you have any grievances, this official will call the shots for you."

When the girl saw him scolding the turtle slave majestically, her good feelings doubled, and Hou Xuan played a handsome and handsome Sven, she looked like a good person.

She raised her eyes timidly, wanted to cry, and cried: "The slave family was originally the daughter of Ren Hang, the commander of Qiantang County, Hangzhou, and later the Qing soldiers killed Daddy, and the slave was also captured by this group of wicked people and locked up with a group of sisters. They said that they were going to take the slaves and their sisters to the capital and sacrifice them to a regent.

The Qing soldiers who escorted the slaves arrived in Suzhou and lived in the Hanshan Temple. I don't know why, one day I suddenly ran away. These monks in the temple were unwilling to let us return to our hometown, saying that we had eaten the food in the temple, so they sold the sisters to the Qinglou..."

Hou Xuanyan listened to it with his hair standing on end, and his scalp was numb.

When the girl saw that his face was terrifying, her handsome face became hideous, and she was too frightened to say any more.

Taoism, going down the mountain to save the world in troubled times, retreating and practicing in prosperous times. Buddhism, in troubled times, closed mountains to escape the world, and opened mountains to welcome incense in prosperous times. The Buddha knelt down for 3,000 years, and I didn't see my Buddha feel pity, not that the world covered the eyes of the Buddha, but that he didn't offer incense money. The Taoist chief is generally a fairy wind bone, skinny and boneless. The Buddha is plump, fat head and big ears. Why?

"Inform the yamen and demolish this lewd nest for me, the owner of Yihong Courtyard buys and sells loyal daughters, and the crime is not punishable. Zhang Wenshun colluded with the Qing soldiers, persecuted the orphan daughter of the loyal martyrs, confiscated his house, and all the ships were returned to the Yamen. As for this group of monks, it's time to put things in order! ”