Chapter 11#

Three days later, Hua Rong was kicked out of Prince Funing’s mansion for no reason. He was swept onto the street with his luggage and Hua Gui.

Regarding this point, everyone was speechless for a while.

It was not surprising that Grand Tutor Han’s interest in a private prostitute would not last long.

Hua Rong left with ease, still dressed in green. He returned to his own courtyard and hung a long-burning lamp at the gate.

The old rule, the lamp is on and the person is there, which means that the master is starting to accept visiting cards.

Business was open again.

In the first few days, business was not brisk. The officials were afraid of Prince Funing, so of course they had to wait and see for a while.

Hua Rong was not in a hurry. When he had nothing to do, he would lie in the courtyard. When he was tired of sunbathing, he would take out a plaque and sunbathe his silver notes every day.

“I’m not dead yet, so the silver notes are still mine. I just like to sunbathe them for fun.” Facing Hua Gui’s contemptuous bull’s eyes, he gestured like this, his black eyes looking up at the sky.

Hua Gui was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and was about to use some new words to choke him when someone outside the door announced in a loud voice.

“Marshal Pan Ke, please come into the mansion for a talk.” That person kowtowed, his face familiar. He was a guard of the Pan mansion, so even the visiting card was saved.

Hua Rong smiled brightly, of course he would not refuse.

Only Hua Gui was indignant. After the person left, he began to dawdle: “Hypocritical, whoring is whoring, and you still have to go into the mansion for a talk. What are you talking about, talking heart to heart by candlelight?”

“Talking about military and state affairs, iron horses and golden spears, anyway, there is nothing you can understand.” Hua Rong gestured, raised his eyebrows and turned around. He actually did a handstand under the pear tree in the courtyard and began to exercise his muscles and bones.

Golden spears and iron horses, that’s right. Grand Marshal Pan had been on the battlefield for half his life, and even the games he played were different. The name was very stylish, called “Golden Spears and Iron Horses”.

When Hua Rong entered his inner room, his first action was to kneel on the ground, then head down, hands holding his calves, and his buttocks raised high.

The old rules and the old game, he naturally cooperated.

Pan Ke was overjoyed. He took out a rope and first tied his hands and feet together, then passed it through his thighs and around his waist, tied it tightly around his neck, and firmly tied him in that difficult posture of kneeling with his head down and his hips raised.

In this way, he became a solid saddle. When Marshal Pan was in the mood, he could come up and ride him at any time.

“Old rules, let’s have some lubrication, how about it?” Pan Ke said in a low voice, and while asking for his opinion, he waved the horsewhip and swept it across.

Hua Rong was tied up, his head buried between his thighs, and he couldn’t nod, so he had to shake his body to show his agreement.

The horsewhip then flew over with a “crack” and hit his raised buttocks.

The marshal’s martial arts were superb, and his whip skills were naturally excellent. Every whip was accurate and landed right on that spot.

The lubrication was indeed effective. It was soon dripping with blood. With just two fingers, the slippery blood was definitely no less than any lubricant.

After all the preparations were made, Pan Ke’s throat was hoarse. He pulled down his small pants to reveal his iron-hard “golden spear”, straddled him and pushed in, his legs bent, and all his weight pressed on his waist, really riding on this iron horse of his.

Hua Rong was in pain, and all his bones were about to be crushed by him. He had to touch his head to the ground and cooperate with his movements while secretly gasping for air.

“Not bad.” After the first time, he comforted himself in his heart: “Although Marshal Pan can eat eight bowls of rice at a meal, he hasn’t gained much weight recently.”

The second time was after a rest of less than a cup of tea. He could still comfort himself: “Not bad, not only did he not gain weight, but his golden spear did not grow, and the time he held it up was not longer than before.”

The third time was half an hour later. At that time, his head was already swelling, and he couldn’t find any excuses. He had to hold on and count sheep in his heart.

Marshal Pan was brave and liked the people below him to be sober so that he could admire his heroic posture.

And Hua Rong was the only one who could be ridden by him three times in a row and remain sober.

He would never be awake when he should be fainted, and he would never close his eyes when he should be awake. Hua Rong was Hua Rong, worthy of being the number one bottom.

“The price is still the old price, one thousand taels.” After doing it three times in a row, Pan Ke was finally exhausted. He used a knife to untie Hua Rong’s rope and threw a silver note at him from a distance.

Hua Rong fell to the ground and remained in that position for a long time, without the strength to stretch his limbs.

The silver note was light and finally covered his face.

“Thank you.” After a while, he got up, put the silver note in his sleeve, and made a gesture.

The gesture was weak and powerless, and he expressed his dissatisfaction with the price very implicitly.

Pan Ke’s face immediately darkened. He looked at him and played with the short knife in his hand: “One thousand taels, you don’t think it’s too little, do you?”

Hua Rong stepped back and shook his head repeatedly. Seeing that there were paper and pen on the table, he quickly took them and wrote: “Marshal misunderstood, the Pan family has been generous enough to Hua Rong.”

“The Pan family?” Seeing these two words, Pan Ke’s eyes narrowed. He came up and looked into his eyes: “Who else in the Pan family is generous to you? Don’t tell me it’s Shangxi.”

Hua Rong lowered his head in dead silence, tacitly admitting it.

Pan Ke paused for a moment and quickly thought it through: “It’s not a waste of youth to be romantic, and it’s nothing. It’s just that this person is pedantic, and I don’t think he has much money for you.”

Hua Rong coughed lightly and nodded, but his peripheral vision couldn’t help but glance at the ring on his hand.

A ring of emerald green color and full of moisture, a glance at it, you know it is priceless.

Pan Ke leaned over, grabbed his hand, and almost crushed his bones: “Did Shangxi give you this ring? When did he become so generous, and what else did he reveal to you?”

Hua Rong did not speak, not because he was unyielding, but because he looked at him pleadingly, meaning that he did not want to get involved in the dispute between them, uncle and nephew.

Pan Ke’s face was ashen, and he exerted force on his palm.

The hand that was held had just had its little finger broken, and the wound was painful to the bone. Hua Rong’s body swayed, and cold sweat dripped down, wetting the back of Pan Ke’s hand.

“Forget it.” In the end, Pan Ke was finally merciful. He loosened his palm and flicked his long sleeve: “I don’t need to ask you, I can naturally find out the matter clearly. Take your money and leave.”

Of course, Hua Rong left quickly, and the matter was quickly cleared up.

Pan Shangxi, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, was a famous upright official in the court. He lived in a simple courtyard house and usually ate porridge and wore shabby clothes. In the end, he turned out to be a hypocrite.

While Pan Shangxi was away, Pan Ke visited his mansion at night, broke into his cellar, and opened the lid of a box. He was surprised to see twelve boxes of gold.

He had sold the official position in the Ministry of War in Pan Ke’s name. When he received money from others, he always narrowed his eyes: “My uncle doesn’t take the money for nothing, he uses it to bribe people up and down.”

But to Pan Ke, he had a cold and proud face, with a generous tone: “××× is a talent, and your nephew sincerely recommends him.”

He took the money and let others take the blame. He had calculated this very well.

Pan Ke was not a fool. When he saw these twelve boxes of gold, he already understood seven-tenths of it.

When he went out to verify it again, the facts became even clearer.

He turned out to be the biggest fool in the world, and he had taken the blame for selling official positions for nothing.

At this point, the matter was not completely irreversible. Pan Ke was furious and went to his nephew’s house to lose his temper. He said some harsh words about exposing him, which were not meant to be taken seriously.

But Pan Shangxi was too ruthless. At this time, he turned his hand and actually took out a booklet and handed it to Pan Ke: “If uncle insists on exposing his nephew, you might as well take a look at this first.”

Pan Ke paused, opened the booklet, and his face changed immediately after flipping through a few pages.

When he bribed court officials, when he embezzled public funds, and even his hobby of whoring male prostitutes were all recorded in detail in the booklet.

The nephew he had relied on with all his heart turned out to be a hungry tiger raised at home.

The so-called uncle-nephew relationship was shattered in an instant.

“The prince can now frame Pan Shangxi with a crime.”

Three days after returning from the Pan mansion, Hua Rong went to see Han Lang and got straight to the point.

Han Lang was surprised and looked at him with great interest.

Hua Rong then gestured and explained the process of the matter with great effort.

Han Lang’s interest grew even stronger: “So Pan Shangxi is also your client? You really have chrysanthemums blooming everywhere.”

“Of course he’s not.” Hua Rong immediately followed, smiling shamelessly: “I’m a villain anyway, I’m good at framing people. As long as Pan Ke knows that his nephew is very rich, that’s enough.”

“How do I know he’s rich? It’s not strange, there are no walls in the world that don’t have cracks. Someone bought an official position from him, saw through him, knew that he put the money in his own pocket, and couldn’t keep his mouth shut, so he told me when he was fucking me.”

After this sentence, Han Lang was suddenly silent. A cold light rippled in his eyes, and he looked him up and down.

“Pan Shangxi sold official positions, a piece of news that even the official prostitutes didn’t hear about, you found out so easily?” As he said this, Han Lang leaned forward and pressed on him step by step, his breath hot: “Did I underestimate you?”

Hua Rong stepped back, but he couldn’t stop Han Lang’s momentum and was gradually pressed against the back wall.

“I promised you that I could grant you a request.” Han Lang said softly and lifted his clothes: “Since you are so sure, why don’t you think about what you want now.”

Hua Rong’s eyes narrowed, and after a while, he began to make gestures: “My request is to have two more requests.”

“The first request is to make another fan, with the words ‘Dian Qian Huan’ written on it in a grand manner.” The moment he was pushed in, there was a sharp pain behind him, and his gestures also paused.

“The second request, I need to go back and plan, at least for three days.” Then he gestured again, gritting his teeth, and moved in rhythm with Han Lang. The waist that had been crushed by Pan Ke began to ache violently, wave after wave, as if it would never end.