The tall houses were hidden in the darkness before dawn, and the buildings were rows of shadows.
The multiple courtyards are adjacent to each other, forming a huge black shadow, like a giant beast lurking in Lingzhi City.
In the heart of this huge building, there is a small courtyard. The door and door frame are painted in vermilion, and a small and exquisite lantern is hung at the end of the verandah to illuminate a small corner of the courtyard.
A thick and exquisite soft red tent hangs from the beam, and the tent is woven and embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns. The price of one foot is enough for ordinary people in the branch city to spend half a year.
Behind the heavy curtains, fine charcoal was burning in the bronze incense cage, and the warm fragrance lingered in the room, lingering for a long time.
Although the weather outside is still freezing and freezing, it is still warm and cozy inside.
It's so comfortable that it makes you feel lazy in your bones.
The old man with a pale face was lying on the exquisite brocade quilt with his eyes closed and dozing off. He was in his sixties and had been sleeping less and less recently.
A soft, white and fleshy arm crossed his chest and wrapped around his neck like a vine.
The young girl with a face like a silver plate, her hair spread down, slept on his chest.
A girl who was old enough to be his granddaughter was unconsciously attached to and trusted her in her dreams, which was very useful to him.
This old man is none other than Gongsun Jing, the current head of the Gongsun family. He is also the biological father of Gongsun Zan and the biological grandfather of Gongsun Yan and Gongsun Cheng.
After drinking some wine in the evening, Gongsun Jingyou was slightly drunk at the moment. He sniffed the soft fragrance inside the curtain, gently grabbed the soft arm of his favorite concubine in his hand, and caressed the innermost part of her arm lovingly.
That delicate piece of skin.
He has always liked girls with fair and voluptuous complexions, such young and energetic bodies, and their charming demeanor when they are in love always make him seem to have regained his youth and returned to the time when he was most energetic.
Closing his eyes and rubbing his soft arms, Gongsun Jing unknowingly thought of his concubine Gongsun Zan who had been troubling him recently.
At the same age, Gongsun Zan's biological mother was chosen by him from among the servants and guests, and she accepted her favor that night.
It's a pity that her status was so low that she was not taken as a concubine until she gave birth to Gongsun Zan.
Later, the woman died of illness many years ago, and Gongsun Jing could no longer remember her appearance. He only remembered that she was a very beautiful woman, with skin as white as mutton fat and white jade, and a somewhat devilish and seductive woman.
Gongsun Jing was both happy and annoyed about this woman whose appearance he could not remember clearly.
She was happy that she gave birth to such a beautiful and upright son Gongsun Zan.
During the days when Gongsun Zan was galloping around the north, he used this to secure his position as the head of the family. The Gongsun family also benefited a lot from this, and its power once again expanded to become a behemoth in western Liaoning and even Youbei.
However, he was also annoyed that Gongsun Zan could not inherit even half of this woman's meekness, and was so unruly that he even refused to accept the control of the family.
Regarding Gongsun Zan's defeat, Gongsun Jing had already planned in his heart, and he knew very well the rules and methods of today's world.
Even though Gongsun Zan was brave and brave, he only appointed people based on their status.
Even if there are talented people among the well-dressed disciples, they will never be reused, and they will be trapped in a land of poverty and poverty.
For concubines who are in the same situation as him, they are pampered and promoted. There are only a few people like Gongsun Da and Tian Kai who can be used. They are all mediocrity and trash like Liu Weitai, a fortune teller, Li Yizi, a merchant of bamboo poles, and He Dang, a Jia Renle.
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Even Gongsun Zan, the nephew sent by the family, was not used at all and rushed back to western Liaoning.
Thinking of this, Gongsun Jing's fingers suddenly tightened, and the delicate muscles and bones under his fingers couldn't bear the strength, leaving a few blue fingerprints.
Serving the master, how could the concubine dare to really sleep soundly? She still lay on Gongsun Jing's chest, her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she didn't make any sound.
Now, Gongsun Zan is dead.
Gongsun Jing loosened his tightened hand, and the nails on his thin fingers were slightly longer. He gently rubbed the prominent fingerprints on his concubine's arm a few times as if caring, and the dead branch-like fingers were in contact with the girl's.
Delicacy creates a frowning contrast.
Once that unruly bastard died, Liaoxi was bound to experience a change.
Gongsun Jing's brows furrowed. Every time he thought about this bastard, he felt depressed. He thought he had lost his bloodline, but he didn't expect that he still had a son and a daughter.
In the Guangsha Manor outside Lingzhi City, the fertile farmland and shade houses turned into trouble.
He had already made a reasonable distribution after learning about Gongsun Zan's defeat.
Gongsun Jing, the eldest son of the Yin household, can obtain the fertile land. The eldest son will inherit the position of the head of the family and should have more sources of expenses to support his customers.
The large manor in several villages was divided into several portions and distributed to the remaining sons in turn.
The remaining songs were all returned to the original family.
The accumulated years in the treasury can be used to enrich his private treasury.
They only needed to hold a grand funeral for their concubine Gongsun Zan and his family to end the matter.
Such a reasonable arrangement was completely disrupted by the words of the two white-horse Yi Congdu Bo.
For daughters, that's it. After the filial piety period, you can choose a family and marry her off, but it will cost you an extra dowry.
But there was still a son left behind.
Gongsun Jing coughed, and the maid who had hidden him somewhere immediately brought him a spittoon, hot soup, and gave him the phlegm to rinse his mouth.
The concubine who had been sleeping on her stomach hurriedly sat up and patted his back. Her white flesh was covered with a layer of warm light under the candlelight.
Gongsun Jing didn't like that the delicate flesh of his body was covered by clothes, so he always wanted her to be naked and hug her to sleep peacefully.
The maids all looked at him intently as they cleaned up the phlegm, then filed out and hid in the corner of the room.
Gongsun Jing rested his head on his concubine's soft arms and lay back on the thick mattress of his sleeping bed.
He was playing with the warm fragrance of nephrite in his hand, while looking at the patterns embroidered on the ceiling of the bed.
Zuo Ping has been sent out by him to take care of his poor grandchildren.
They are all the blood of his Gongsun Jing. Although these two children lived out of season, Gongsun Jing was still happy.
No matter how displeased Gongsun Zan is, he is still his own son. If a sliver of his flesh and blood can survive, it will be the good fortune of Gongsun Zan and his two children.
However, he still had to adjust and adjust the joints.
He heard that his eldest son had made preparations to take over the good land as a shade household, but he was afraid that his efforts would be in vain.
But the youngest daughter, Xuan, fell in love with a village in Zhuangzi with excellent scenery.
Ah Xuan has a coquettish temperament, and if her expectations are not met, she is afraid that there will be disputes.
A smile appeared on Gongsun Jing's lips when he thought of this old girl, and he asked Ayan, the youngest daughter of the Bogui family, and Acheng, the youngest son, to give way to their aunts.
It's just a manor. Gongsun Zan left a lot of wealth, so why not give it to my aunt as a gift?
Just as I was thinking this, there was a sudden commotion on the porch outside.
A burst of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of the collision of beetle leaves and an ominous sign, came from far and near.
"Master, Captain Zuo sent an urgent report that Qian'an Aduna led his troops south and appeared near Xiangguan."
The one who came to report the news was Zuo Ping's personal entourage. He knelt on the exquisite straw lichen outside the door and ran quickly. The muddy water dripped from the armor leaves, staining a large area of clean ground.
He held his breath and concentrated, waiting for the instructions from the master of the house.
There was no sound from the door for a long time.
Just when he was hesitating whether to repeat it again.
A reply came from inside the door: "Go and tell Gongsun Jing to come here!"
The old voice was calm and without any fluctuation, but it seemed to hide the stormy waves.
"Yes!" The sergeant who reported the news suddenly broke into a cold sweat and lowered his head deeply.