"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 hydrangeas. On the 3rd day of the 3rd month, the Queen Mother holds a peach party, causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace. The monkey steals the fairy peach again. In the fifth month, the Dragon Boat Festival is On the Dragon Boat Festival, the White Snake Xu Xian will not come to an end. Legend has it that on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl exchanged tears with each other. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the clouds cover the moon. In the moon, Chang'e is sad. She wants to say she is sad, but she is sad, and she sings 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, and making 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 exhausted in 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 shudder 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 happily and chuckled: "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 this high mountain, Wolf Chou is ambitious and cunning, like a Chou face is stupid and thick-skinned,
The deer is worried about having a pair of seven- and eight-pronged big horns, the horse is worried about its saddle and can travel a thousand miles, the mule is worried about the end of its life, what is the waiter worried about? He is worried about softness and fragrance, but he is like a beast and cannot speak..."
"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. Lang, it is a gentleman's duty to observe etiquette. Why are you worse than 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 can I get any luck? 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 messy, her face was red, her face was as beautiful 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 Yingying's grip.
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 these people. 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 for taking in these victims is 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 the 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 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, and he does not 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 a profit of 300%, 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 moral integrity, and the social structure formed by Confucianism that has been passed down for thousands of years will fall apart. But so what?
Civilization must always be built on a material foundation - the economic foundation determines the superstructure.
The ancients understood this truth a long time ago, but they always ignored it and talked about benevolence, justice 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 clothes," were plundered and killed again and again by barbarians who "drinked their hair and drank their blood" and "refused to accept enlightenment." Five thousand years of civilization was almost cut off.
what is the reason?
Without sufficient strength, all talk of propriety, justice, integrity, and kindness 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.
How can you talk to him about propriety, justice, integrity, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness when you don’t even have enough to eat?
It’s still the same sentence: 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 beyond the cliff mountains, 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 finally evolved from trying to protect herself to the cold-blooded and cruel Emperor Zetian.
She is just a concubine who was given by the emperor as a minister. All she wants is her husband's favor, a happy life, a peaceful life, or that everything can be better and better...
She couldn't imagine what kind of earth-shaking changes it would bring to the family and to herself once Fang Jun really had treasonous thoughts.
Fang Jun held her in his arms, feeling the soft and fragrant body tremble slightly, caressing her smooth back lovingly.
