"On the 9th day of the lunar month, the cold wind blows, and in the spring of the next year, there are 69 heads. On the 15th day of the first lunar month, there is the Dragon Lantern Festival, where a pair of lions roll embroidered balls. On the 3rd day of the 3rd month, the Queen Mother holds a peach party, and the monkeys in the heavenly palace steal the fairy peach again. In the fifth month, the Dragon Boat Festival is
On the Dragon Boat Festival, the White Snake is immortal. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, legend has it that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl exchanged tears with each other. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl exchanged tears. On the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, clouds covered the moon. In the moon, Chang'e felt sad. She wanted to say she was sad, but she was sad. She sang a tongue twister.
The name is Shibachou..."
It's freezing cold and the lights are dark.
Wrapping up on the warm bed with a beautiful girl in my arms, feeling the smoothness of mutton-fat white jade, gently sniffing the orchid-like musk-like body fragrance, rubbing my ears and temples together, loving each other, loving my husband and concubine, making firewood and fire...
Wu Meiniang's whole body was weak, and she tried her best to resist the pair of big hands that were climbing mountains and wading on her exquisite and convex body. She was as beautiful as blood, panting, and she felt that her will had been wasted away by the ecstasy and bone-crushing rubbing.
There was a moment of trance in my mind, and I just wanted to give up and let my husband take whatever he wanted...
"Stop touching... Lang Jun, why is it called Shibachou?"
Wu Meiniang gathered her remaining will and forced herself to divert her attention. Those magic hands that were everywhere seemed to be carrying blazing flames. Wherever they touched, they would tremble like fire, and her delicate and jade-like skin would tremble.
A layer of fine pimples.
Fang Jun felt the tender warmth in his hands and said with a chuckle: "The wolf is worried, the tiger is worried, the elephant is worried, the deer is worried, the mule is worried, the horse is worried, even Fang Xiaoer is worried. Listen.
I'll tell you the reasons one by one: Tiger Chou doesn't dare to go down from this high mountain, and Wolf Chou is ambitious and cunning, like a wolf with a sad face and a thick skin.
The deer has a pair of seven- and eight-pronged big horns, the horse has a saddle and can travel a thousand miles, the mule is worried that it will be rested for the rest of its life, what is the boy worried about? He is worried about the soft fragrance in his arms and the warm jade in front of him, but he is no better than a beast.
Shameless..."
"嘤咛"
Wu Meiniang moaned, but Fang Jun kissed her ear, and licked it carefully. The tingling feeling was like an ant crawling on the tip of her heart...
"Mr. Sir, observing the etiquette is what a gentleman does. Why should he be inferior to an animal?"
"Aren't you worse than a beast? This is another story. If Mei Niang wants to hear it, have you thought about what kind of bonus you can give me?"
Fang Jun smiled mischievously.
Wu Meiniang said coquettishly: "Where is the chance of winning? You... touched me all over. Oh... Lang Jun, no! Please, it can't be done there..."
Wu Meiniang let out a sweet cry, her whole body was sore, but Fang Jun pinched the slim Xiangsi Hongdou...
After a wild fuss, Wu Meiniang was tortured by Fang Jun until her hair was messed up, her face was red, her face was as pretty as a flower, and she was panting softly.
"Mr. Lang..."
"Um?"
"Why do we have to take in so many victims?" Wu Meiniang asked softly.
"Why can't it be taken into custody?" Fang Jun asked as he put his arm around her slender waist, feeling the slenderness and amazing elasticity of his grasp.
Wu Meiniang was stunned for a moment and said: "It's not that we can't take them in, but... there are too many victims, and there are inevitably no criminals among them. If we take them all in, wouldn't we be asking for trouble?"
Fang Jun chuckled and said: "You call it a waste of food because of choking... The reason why you take in these victims is actually not only because I am soft-hearted, but also to confirm an ambition in my heart."
"What ambition?"
"I want to build a utopia in the Tang Dynasty that can only exist in legends..."
“What is Utopia?”
"It is a country that exists in imagination."
"Ah?! Lang Jun, you...you want to rebel?!"
Wu Meiniang was obviously frightened.
"..." Fang Jun was speechless.
"It's just a metaphor. It's a place different from other places in the Tang Dynasty. The laws, politics, customs, economy... are all very different from other places in the Tang Dynasty."
Fang Jun explained.
He would not whimsically promote communism in the Middle Ages, nor would he idiotically play with democracy in the Tang Dynasty. Once His Majesty Li Er discovers that his behavior threatens his dominance, he will be wiped out in minutes...
He just wanted to plant a seed for Datang.
A seed of |capitalism.
If one day, this seed sprouts, it may grow into a towering tree as the Tang Dynasty smiles proudly and looks down upon the world!
Perhaps only capital can make this nation imprisoned by Confucian thinking let go of its strong wings and inspire the murderous spirit to move forward courageously!
In Fang Jun's heart, he doesn't care about human rights and democracy. Those are things that will inevitably emerge when society develops to a certain level, and no one needs to forcefully establish them.
He just wanted the behemoth of capital to become the soul of the Tang Dynasty and swallow up all obstacles in its way.
Fang Jun is not a sociologist, nor does he know which system is most suitable for this country, but his experience tells him that capital is the most powerful force in the world, and it can evoke the innate feelings lurking deep in the human soul.
Come greed.
If there is a 20% profit, capital will be ready to move; if there is a 50% profit, capital will take risks; if there is a 100% profit, capital will dare to risk hanging; if
With 300% profit, capital dares to trample all laws in the world...
Once this greed breaks out, it will sweep everything and destroy everything.
Fang Jun was convinced.
Perhaps at some point in the future, people will become hypocritical, cunning, and lose their morality, and the social structure formed by Confucianism that has been passed down for thousands of years will collapse. But so what?
Civilization must always be built on a material foundation - the economic foundation determines the superstructure.
The ancients understood this truth long ago, but they always ignored it and talked about benevolence, righteousness and morality. What is the result?
The descendants of China, who "were called Xia because of their great etiquette, and called Hua because of the beauty of their uniforms", were plundered and killed again and again by barbarians who "drinked blood" and "didn't accept enlightenment", and the five-thousand-year-old civilization was almost cut off.
what is the reason?
Without sufficient strength, all talk of propriety, justice, integrity, and friendship are all nonsense!
This is a very unpleasant thing to say, but it is a bloody fact.
Only when social wealth accumulates to a certain level will civilization undergo qualitative changes.
If you don't even have enough to eat, why are you talking to him about propriety, justice, integrity, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness?
It’s still the same saying: Only when the warehouse is full can you know the etiquette!
Perhaps, in the future, the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty will become an empire on which the sun never sets a thousand years later, and the descendants of Yan and Huang will not have to endure the enslavement of the northern Tartars, nor will they cry and roar that there is no China after the cliff mountain, and
There is no need to endure the suffering of three hundred years of darkness since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs...
Wu Meiniang didn't understand, but she was still a little worried.
She was frightened by Fang Jun's words.
At this time, Wu Meiniang was not the same Wu Meiniang who experienced intrigues in the deep palace, was hurt to the point of collapse of her faith, and who eventually evolved from trying to protect herself to the cold-blooded and cruel Emperor Zetian.
She is just a concubine given by the emperor as a minister. All she wants is her husband's favor, a happy life, a peaceful life, or everything can be better and better...
She couldn't imagine what kind of earth-shaking changes Fang Jun would bring to the family and herself once she really had treasonous thoughts.
Fang Jun held her in his arms, feeling the soft and fragrant body trembling slightly, caressing her smooth back.
Young Master Xu said
My friend has high blood pressure and coronary heart disease. He went to Shenyang Army General Hospital for treatment at 9 o'clock the night before yesterday. He rushed back early this morning. During the period, he only slept for less than two hours and had to drive back and forth for more than 400 palaces. He was as sleepy as a pig... …
I really don’t understand why people nowadays are so “brittle”? There is no one in their early thirties who has a blood pressure of over 200 for a long time...
Although I feel very sorry for the lack of updates, I don’t ask for forgiveness or make excuses. I am holding back my energy and will never let down my brothers who have supported me all the way. Look at my performance!!!
Of course, after saying so much, I really only mean one thing, you know...