Chapter 1134: Changes in Beijing

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Do you want to accept this heavy glory?

If the war had been won under his command, he would have undoubtedly reached the pinnacle of his life, but if the war had been lost, the consequences would have been terrible - he would have lost everything he had now. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Including their own Qianguo women......

HD has always had a full schedule. He could talk continuously with the Russian, French, British, and American envoys to Qianguo throughout the day, and the next day he could spend five hours giving a briefing on Qianguo's foreign affairs to Wen Bochuan, a veteran statesman of the Prime Minister's Yamen. In the eyes of people, the Chief Tax Officer is like a tireless working machine, running wildly.

But the busy official duties could not dispel the growing loneliness and emptiness in his heart. During the day he could crouch down at his high desk and give himself over to the boring numbers and tables, and at night his mind was filled with fantasies about women. The parts of the women's bodies that floated by in the dream made each of his hairs tremble and dance. His life began to repeat the same theme he had been in the country ten years earlier, a theme of the struggle between spirit and flesh, religious redemption and feminine temptation.

At that time, he was still a midshipman interpreter at the consulate who had just turned 20 years old, living in a small bungalow by the Yongjiang River in Ningbo, full of dreams of coming to the East to spread the gospel of God, but when the night fell, the flowers of love blooming in his body made him involuntarily slide to the precipice of sin again and again. To his deep shame, he seemed to be obsessed with that unspeakable pleasure. When the sun went down and the damp river mist rose, he feared the coming night of another struggle. Like most people born into Catholic families, in his world, sex and the fear of God were never mutually incompatible. The problem is that God and woman both he loves. So all those years, the war was going on inside his body.

The tense confrontation between the spiritual and the physical desires of human behavior was the privacy of an upper-class person in the Victorian era, and even if he lived in Qianguo, he did not want to ruin his future because of physical indulgence. So he had only restraint, only to endure torture. Only covering his head with a stained sheet, he muttered helplessly in the fear of not being able to get rid of sin, Lord, Lord! But Heaven seems intent on testing his willpower through temptation.

My father's new neighbor was a retired high-ranking official from a province in the southern part of the country. This person's surname is Li, he is over seventy years old but has three wives and concubines, all of whom are young women in their early thirties, and soon after moving in, he spent money to buy a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl as a fourth concubine, so that with the first wife who has died, Master Li has a total of five women. The two daughters born to the deceased woman have grown to be sixteen and eighteen years old, respectively. They studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the boudoir, and sometimes went downstairs to play in the courtyard. Their looming breasts and soft waists are completely the posture of mature women, but their words and deeds are still childish. It's more provocative for a man with years of experience.

The two girls were playing in the yard without noticing that a pair of eyes were watching them from the partition wall. The man was still desperately trying to keep his body from shivering. "Oh, my eyes!" They wouldn't even know that the man was so painful that he wanted to gouge out his eyeballs when he confessed alone. Finally, across the wall, he had his first polite small talk with his two neighbors. He thought the two young women were very cute, educated, able to read and write, fond of playing, and had a pretending to be old in their manners. From experience, he judged that both girls were easy to seduce and could do very well.

In a wall-to-wall conversation, the older one said he would like to travel the world with him, while the younger one would like to recognize him as a "godfather". When we broke up that night, the older one gave him a sachet, and her coquettish attitude made him stunned for a while, and he forgot to reach out to take it. "Stunner, you are roasting my life on the fire!" Of course he wished to be with either of the two girls, and he lay on the quaint couch and caressed her when he was happy, but the moral admonition always stopped him when he was about to go over the wall.

The only physical contact he had with her was holding each other's hands through the wall in the moonlight. They don't talk about religion, they don't talk about philosophy, they just hold each other's hands. The dog in the garden gnawed on the flesh and bones he had brought with him in the shadow cast by the eaves, and said nothing. The fog in the garden was getting heavier, and it was so quiet that you could hear the loud sound of dew sliding down the tips of the leaves and smashing into the ground. He didn't know how long he had been standing, but he felt his feet numb. At the time of parting, the girl handed him a note with a scent, saying that she had written some poems for fun. He unfolded it, and by the moonlight he recognized the last line as "Why don't you go over the wall, sir." Ahh

That night, he returned to his room in the middle of the night, and he didn't fall asleep for a long time when he went to bed. The loss of this petty indulgence was that he was still asleep the next morning when the French minister came to visit as promised. This is something that has never happened to him, who has always been meticulous and rigorous.

After that conversation, I didn't see them in the garden for days. Later, he heard that one of the girls was slapped by Master Li more than a dozen times, and was punished to kneel for a long time. When he heard the news, he felt uneasy for a moment, and even felt guilty for failing to live up to Beauty's grace, but soon he broke out in a cold sweat like a sleepwalker. He was horrified by the possible consequences of this passion. During the evening prayer, he suddenly remembered a passage in the book of 2 Corinthians about the thorn in the flesh of St. Paul: "Lest I have been exalted too much because of the great revelation which I have received, a thorn has been put upon my flesh, a servant of Satan, to attack me, lest I be exalted too much." What is a thorn in my flesh? It's this terrible body desire!

The next night, the second wife of Master Li, who had already been bought, arranged for the older girl to wait for him in the garden, and he finally failed to control his steps.

She was slightly taken aback when she saw him come as promised, wiped a lock of hair that fell in front of her eyes, and smiled at him. This smile made him feel that this girl was indescribably charming. He clutched his chest as if he had been hit by an arrow. He stood dumbfounded, looking at her. His body rose to his feet, and he snorted, staggering as if he was drunk and reached out to touch her face. There was a hint of horror in her eyes, and she wanted to reach out and open it. He didn't care, he just pushed against her, he was panting like a cow, and it took a lot of effort to lay her flat on the stone bench, her hands still clutching her stomach to prevent him from turning his clothes up. He simply pressed himself all over the place.

He didn't care about her soul, he just grabbed her body, like a drowning person grabbing a leaf at random. All he had to do was get into her flower-like body, rub her, reach her, and drown himself in it.

As he succeeded, he discovered that the body that the girl had revealed to him was something more powerful than her soul. With her, he forgets his skin color, ethnicity, and even language.

He pointed to her body and asked her how to pronounce it in the local dialect. She blushed, but told him anyway. He had to pronounce this strange pronunciation several times before he got it right. He pointed to his object again and asked how to pronounce it. She uttered a syllable that he didn't hear clearly. She corrected his ridiculous pronunciation. A playful, childish smile appeared on his face. He shouted indiscriminately, feeling the strangeness of her pressing down below. He found it especially easy to get excited by such a shameless shout.

He fell in love with the woman. When she is teased, the berry-like bright peaks tower, her body will exude an ocean-like aura. Her body surged in waves, and her round and firm buttocks were like a boat that could not be overturned no matter how big the wind and waves were, and could take him wherever he wanted. He aroused the woman's lust and was willing to be a captive of it. How he was fascinated by the fragrance of her sweat and the tidal sighs of her bountiful body when the tide came far away. And then how ecstatic it was to embrace this girl to learn the official language of Qianguo. She has become a living dictionary for him to learn to speak Qianguo.

At the end of that year, she gave birth to his first daughter, Anna, and in 9062, their son Herbert was born, and three years later in Shanghai, their son Arthur. Hart was born.

If she fails, will she be able to provide enough protection for her and her children?

Just when Hurd was distraught, Allen, the counselor of the British Legation in Qianguo, walked in quickly.

"Did you know? Mr. Hurd, His Royal Highness has suddenly fallen ill! ”

"When? I saw him yesterday, he was still fine, how could he suddenly fall ill? Hurd was taken aback.

"This morning, a person in the palace disappeared, it is said that this person is related to the case of the collective disappearance of the woman, it is rumored that this person was arrested by the government, and after hearing the news, he fell ill all of a sudden." Alan replied.

Hurd remembered the case of the disappearance of the woman that caused a sensation in the city of Beijing, and was even more shocked.

Suddenly, Hurd seemed to sniff out another message from the fact that Prince Jing had fallen ill because of this.

At this moment, he had already made up his mind to refuse to accept the post he had dreamed of many years ago, that is, the commander of the Qianguo General Coastal Defense Department, which was the de facto commander of the Qianguo Navy and Army during the war!

"Yueyao, what's wrong with you?"

Koukou

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