Wang Zhaojun (family incest adult novel)

Wang Zhaojun

Author: Huang Quan During the Han Dynasty, Zigui County of Nanjun (in present-day Hubei Province) was a place of beautiful scenery and a great place with outstanding people. There is a small village in the northwest of Zigui County, and there is a house on the south side, which is Wang Zhong’s ancestral home. Wang Zhong was once the governor of Yuezhou. Now he has retired to his hometown and lives in seclusion here.

Since Wang Zhong is now over fifty years old and has no children, the population is relatively simple. There are only two elderly people and a servant in the family, and life is quite leisurely and peaceful. Unexpectedly, three months later, Mrs. Wang became pregnant. Wang Zhong was so happy that he wanted to have a child in his old age and he was happy every day.

This day was the day when Mrs. Wang was about to give birth, and the quiet home suddenly became lively! The midwife, neighbours, and guests...all came when they heard that Mrs. Wang had started having labour pains. There was a bustle of voices in the front hall, but cries of grief could be heard in the inner hall.

Although it was late autumn and early winter, Wang Zhong was sweating profusely and was restless. Several times he couldn't help but rush into the inner room to take a look, but was stopped every time. Finally, bursts of baby crying were heard from the inner hall, while the front hall was unusually quiet. Then, everyone shouted "Ha!" at the same time, and congratulations followed one after another. Wang Zhong also smiled and was very happy.

"Wow! Wow!..." The door curtain of the inner hall was lifted, and the midwife came out holding a baby crying loudly in her arms. Wang Zhong immediately stepped forward and asked, "Madam, are you okay?" and reached out to take the baby.

Although the midwife looked tired, she said with a smile: "Congratulations, master! You have a daughter, and both mother and daughter are safe." Then she handed the baby to Wang Zhong.

When Wang Zhong heard that it was a daughter, he was disappointed at first, but then he thought: "Having children is destined by heaven and cannot be forced. It is a gift from heaven for a couple to have a child when they are over fifty years old. If we can find a good family for our daughter in the future, we will have someone to rely on when we grow old..." While thinking, he looked at his daughter in the cradle and couldn't help but smile with joy: "Ha! Ha! Great!..."

The midwife was praising the baby non-stop, "Master, to be honest! I have delivered countless babies in the past few decades, but none as beautiful as the young lady..." The midwife pointed at the baby's little face and said, "Master, look! The young lady has a straight nose, rosy lips, and delicate skin. She will be a beauty when she grows up. I wonder how many young men she will charm... hehe..."

After a while, Wang Zhong carried his daughter into the inner hall, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Madam Wang, who was lying on the bed weak after giving birth, and said, "Madam! You have worked so hard."

Madam Wang looked apologetic and said weakly, "I'm so sorry! I only gave birth to a daughter for the master... and couldn't give birth to a son to continue the Wang family's incense..."

Wang Zhong comforted Mrs. Wang and said, "Raising children is destined by heaven. Don't worry too much. We are over fifty years old and have a child. It is a great blessing from heaven..." Wang Zhong could not help but express his joy of being a father for the first time and said, "?

look! Our daughter is so pretty, haha! Oh! …"

Mrs. Wang said with some comfort, "Master, please help your daughter choose a name!"

Wang Zhong lowered his head and chanted for a long time before mumbling: "... Qiang, Wang Qiang! Just give her the single name "Qiang", and the nickname "Zhaojun"!..." Wang Zhong raised his head and said to Mrs. Wang with a proud smile. He then muttered to himself: "Wang Qiang, Wang Zhaojun, Wang Qiang, Wang Zhaojun, um, good! ..."

Wang Zhaojun was born with natural beauty, and as she grew older she exuded more elegance and femininity. When she went to the river to wash her face, the fish in the river were amazed by her beauty and sank to the bottom of the water; the geese in the sky were attracted by her temperament and became disorderly. The idiom "沉鱼落雁" refers to Wang Zhaojun, which means that her beauty is enough to make the heaven and earth obsessed and disrupt order. It is said that there is a stream in Hubei Province named "Xiangxi", which was named because Wang Zhaojun washed her face here for many years, making the stream water fragrant and the aroma spread for thousands of miles.

Because Wang Zhong and his wife had a child in their old age, they loved Zhaojun very much and treated her like the apple of their eye. Wang Zhong and his wife took care of Zhaojun meticulously and loved her very much. They even hired a teacher with outstanding talent to come to their home to teach Zhaojun literature and skills. Because of her intelligence, Zhaojun was not only proficient in literature, calligraphy, poetry and lyrics, but her embroidery and needlework were also highly praised. Musical instruments were Zhaojun's favorite, so there was constant singing and playing of the piano in Wang Zhong's home almost every day.

However, because of the doting of Wang Zhong and his wife, Zhaojun became a little spoiled. Although she did not act unreasonably, her stubborn temper, self-righteousness and unyielding personality often made it difficult for people to tolerate her. It was because of this temper that Wang Zhaojun led to the miserable fate of going to the frontier with He Huan in the future.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※The Mid-Autumn moon is full, and the sweet osmanthus is fragrant. The imperial palace and imperial gardens were filled with singing and dancing.

Emperor Yuan of Han gave a banquet to all civil and military officials in the court. Emperor Yuan was in high spirits and kept drinking, but in the end he was drunk and sleepy. The eunuchs hurried forward to support and escort Emperor Yuan back to Chaoyang Palace to rest.

Emperor Yuan? ? I felt vaguely that the human voices and singing suddenly stopped, and there was silence all around. I opened my eyes and looked around, only to find that I was lying on the dragon and phoenix bed, with no one around. Emperor Yuan stood up, walked to the window and looked around the Imperial Garden. He saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, filling the garden with silver light. However, the civil and military officials, dancing girls and singing girls were no longer visible. The Imperial Garden was as usual, as if there had been no banquet for the officials.

Emperor Yuan looked into the distance and suddenly found a woman standing alone in a pavilion. Full of suspicion, Emperor Yuan walked out of Chaoyang Palace and went towards the pavilion where the woman was in the imperial garden.

When Emperor Yuan approached the pavilion, the woman heard the commotion and turned around to look. Emperor Yuan happened to see the woman's face. Immediately, Emperor Yuan was mesmerized by the stunning beauty of the woman. He was so stunned that he even forgot to ask any questions.

When the woman turned around and saw that it was Emperor Yuan, she was a little surprised and a little shy. She immediately bowed and greeted him, saying, "I have entered the Imperial Garden without permission and disturbed Your Majesty. Please forgive me!"

The clear and sweet sound of pearls falling on a jade plate made Emperor Yuan's heart flutter again. Emperor Yuan asked hesitantly: "...where does the girl live...what's the name of the place...and why are you here..."

"I live in Nanjun. My surname is Wang, my given name is Qiang, and my nickname is Zhaojun..." It turns out that this woman is Wang Zhaojun. Zhaojun continued, "My father, Wang Zhong, was once the governor of Yuezhou. Today, the emperor has granted me a banquet. I followed my father and waited outside the banquet hall. I was impatient to wait, so I went into the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers and the moon. I disturbed the emperor, so I beg the emperor to forgive me."

Emperor Yuan heard Zhaojun's voice was soft and melodious, like the sound of nature; and saw Zhaojun's beautiful and dignified appearance, reflected in the moonlight, just like a fairy descending from the earth, which made Emperor Yuan's heart beat fast. He asked without thinking: "Zhaojun, you are so beautiful, have you been betrothed to someone?"

Zhaojun blushed and lowered her head in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "No... No..."

Although Zhaojun's voice was faint, Emperor Yuan heard it clearly, and said excitedly: "Great! Great! As the ruler of a country, I should have three palaces and six courtyards, but now there are only Empress Lin and Concubine Zhang of the East Palace, and the only one missing is a concubine of the West Palace..." Emperor Yuan stretched out his hand and held Zhaojun's hand and said: "I want to make you the Imperial Concubine of the West Palace,...Are you willing?"

Zhaojun's face turned red with shame, and she lowered her head and glared at Emperor Yuan with her eyes full of rippling autumn water. She saw that Emperor Yuan was handsome and tall, with extraordinary heroic spirit, and she tacitly agreed with him, but was too reserved to speak. After much effort, Zhaojun seemed to have exhausted all her strength and nodded with great difficulty to show her agreement.

When Emperor Yuan saw her, he was so excited that he almost shouted. He quickly stepped forward and hugged Zhaojun in his arms. Although there was clothing between them, Emperor Yuan seemed to be able to feel Zhaojun's soft skin, which was fair, lustrous and elastic, making him feel warm and refreshed.

Zhaojun was suddenly embraced by Emperor Yuan. She couldn't help but let out a startled "嘤!" and struggled a little. Then her whole body went limp and she leaned on Emperor Yuan's broad chest as if exhausted. Zhaojun only felt a masculine body odor rushing to her forehead, and her heart was filled with surging emotions. It was a feeling she had never had before, an excitement that seemed very familiar and yet very strange, making her heart beat chaotically like a deer.

Emperor Yuan was hugging Zhaojun, and he could clearly feel two lumps of flesh pressing against his chest. Zhaojun's excited heartbeat seemed to be transmitted from those two lumps of flesh to Emperor Yuan's body, so Emperor Yuan could clearly feel those two lumps of flesh trembling slightly.

Emperor Yuan couldn't help himself and slightly lifted up Zhaojun's face. He saw Zhaojun's blushing cheeks, as if reflecting the red clouds, her eyes were tightly closed but her eyelashes were trembling, and her cherry-red little mouth? It was smooth and shiny, just like a sweet cherry. Emperor Yuan couldn't help but wonder? ? , and kissed Zhaojun as soon as he lowered his head.

Zhaojun felt that Emperor Yuan was holding up her face, so she quickly closed her eyes to hide her shyness, thinking that Emperor Yuan must be watching her at this moment. When she was about to lower her head again out of shame, she felt a soft tongue touching her lips. She suddenly felt dizzy with excitement and was at a loss for a moment.

Emperor Yuan gently rubbed his four lips together and put his tongue into Zhaojun's mouth to stir it. Zhaojun's breathing became more and more rapid, her hands gently sliding on Emperor Yuan's back, her soft and boneless body wriggling like a worm, and one could seem to hear intermittent "Hmm! Hmm!" moans coming from her throat.

Emperor Yuan's lips left Zhaojun, but slid towards her ears, neck and shoulders. Zhaojun only felt an unbearable tingling sensation. She tilted her head back as far as she could. Her whole body was shaking and she was gasping for breath! Zhaojun seemed to be in a coma, and she no longer knew what Emperor Yuan was doing to her, but she was very excited. In the dim light, I felt as if I really "needed" something, but I couldn't tell what I "needed" something.

When Emperor Yuan slightly opened Zhaojun's lapel and kissed her snow-white chest, Zhaojun felt as if she was overly excited. Her whole body became limp and she was unable to stand and was about to fall. Upon seeing this, Emperor Yuan held the weak Zhaojun in his arms, and Zhaojun also hugged Emperor Yuan's neck. Emperor Yuan lowered his head and kissed her again, but walked towards Chaoyang Palace.

In Chaoyang Palace, Zhaojun was lying on the loft bed carved with dragons and embroidered with phoenixes. Zhaojun's hair was loose and her naked body was reflected on the red mandarin duck brocade bedding, making her look even more crystal clear. The infatuated Zhaojun didn't know how she ended up lying on the bed, let alone when she became naked. She just closed her eyes tightly, with her hands covering her chest and lower body, as if she was protecting something, but also seemed to be hinting at something.

Emperor Yuan's naked body revealed his strong muscles, and the slight sweat made his whole body seem as if there was a golden shield protecting him. Emperor Yuan seemed to be a master of flirting, knowing how to satisfy the opposite sex to the highest degree. His hands caressed Zhaojun's naked body slowly and unhurriedly. He was not in a hurry to push away Zhaojun's hands, but just scratched the edges that Zhaojun's hands could not cover, such as the base of her breasts, the inside of her thighs, and her lower abdomen below her navel...

Under Emperor Yuan's gentle caress, Zhaojun felt waves of itchiness and discomfort. The hands that covered her breasts couldn't help but press slightly, "Oh!" She felt a wave of comfort, and Zhaojun slowly moved her hands again and again to rub her breasts, "Hmm!" Zhaojun thought this feeling was great. However, it felt as if there were ants crawling in her vagina. The hand covering her lower body could not help but bend its fingers to scratch it. "Ah!" What her fingers touched was her own clitoris, which was slightly hard and slightly moist. Zhaojun could not help but shiver.

Emperor Yuan saw all of Zhaojun's involuntary movements and thought it was time! Emperor Yuan gently pushed away Zhaojun's hands, opened his mouth and took the hard nipples of Zhaojun's breasts into his mouth, fiddled with the labia outside Zhaojun's vagina with one hand, and guided Zhaojun to hold his cock with the other hand. Zhaojun was immediately shocked and astonished, shy and comfortable by Emperor Yuan's "three-pronged" continuous action. She felt like she wanted to urinate but couldn't, but her lower body was wet, which was quite comfortable! The hand holding the cock tightened unconsciously, and was startled by the warmth of the hard cock. Then she came to her senses and realized that she was holding Emperor Yuan's cock, and wanted to pull her hand away! But I can't bear to give up the feeling of it being hard and warm in my hand.

Emperor Yuan held Zhaojun's nipples, licking them with his tongue, biting them lightly, or sucking them hard, making Zhaojun no longer care about her girlish modesty and moaning obscene words. Emperor Yuan also felt waves of heat gushing out of Zhaojun's vagina, and the wet liquid felt warm and slippery to the touch.

As her emotions became more and more aroused, Zhaojun's moans became louder and louder, and her body trembled more and more frequently. As her body trembled, the hand holding the cock tightened and loosened, making Emperor Yuan's cock seem to swell a lot bigger.

Emperor Yuan felt that the passion between him and Zhaojun seemed to have reached its peak, so he turned over, spread Zhaojun's legs apart, and held his cock against the entrance of her honey hole. Zhaojun felt an iron rod as hot as one that had just come out of a furnace, squeezing her labia apart and pressing against the opening of her vagina. A feeling of comfort and emptiness spread from her lower body. She couldn't help twisting her waist and thrusting her pussy upwards. "Swish!" The cock actually slid in half of its glans. "Ah!" The stinging feeling made Zhaojun bend down and step back immediately.

Emperor Yuan just felt that his cock seemed to be sucked and then "spitted out". He immediately lowered his waist and let the cock penetrate into the vagina again. After this back and forth movement, there was another "Puff!" sound, and Emperor Yuan's glans was completely squeezed into Zhaojun's vagina.

"Ah!" Zhaojun felt a sharp pain again. Just as she was about to avoid it, she heard the gentle voice of Emperor Yuan beside her, saying, "Does it hurt? ... ? Relax... I will be gentler..."

Although Zhaojun felt unbearable pain in her lower body, her stubborn personality made her shake her head gently with tears in her eyes, and her hands could not help but press her thighs tightly. Emperor Yuan was not in a hurry to push his dick deeper, but just gently moved his waist and hips, allowing the glans to rub and grind in Zhaojun's vagina.

Emperor Yuan's rubbing movements made Zhaojun feel that the stinging pain in her lower body gradually subsided, and was replaced by waves of itching in her vagina, which made her feel uncomfortable unless she scratched it. Zhaojun gently thrust her lower body forward, hoping to scratch her itch, but unexpectedly this movement caused Emperor Yuan's penis to slide further into her vagina. Zhaojun felt that Emperor Yuan's cock was very effective in scratching her itch. Not only did the pain disappear, but she also felt extremely comfortable. She then straightened her waist even harder, because the deeper part of her vagina was still itchy!

Emperor Yuan felt that the foreskin of his penis was turning outward and was slowly entering the vagina inch by inch. The feeling of tightness became more and more obvious. The wrinkles of the vaginal wall were scratching the glans through slight wriggling, which was so comfortable that even Emperor Yuan couldn't help but moan.

When Emperor Yuan felt that his penis had reached the end of the vagina, he immediately raised his waist quickly, "Swish!" and let the glans quickly retreat to the vaginal opening, and then slowly thrust it in, deep into the end. Emperor Yuan repeated this action of pumping and fucking, teasing Zhaojun's sexual desire.

When Zhaojun felt her vagina being slowly filled, the feeling of fullness and comfort made her moan “Hmm…Hmm…”; when Zhaojun felt her vagina being quickly empty, she couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh, “Ah!” Zhaojun's obscene moans seemed to have a rhythmic beat: "Um... um... ah!, um... um... ah!...", adding more vitality to the bedroom full of infinite spring beauty.

Emperor Yuan felt that Zhaojun's vagina was becoming more and more slippery and smooth, so he increased the speed of thrusting, as if he was leading his troops to war on the battlefield. Zhaojun also pushed her waist up as hard as she could, as if she was ready to fight off the enemy, so that her body arched back and her pussy was at the highest point of the arc.

Emperor Yuan felt a tingling sensation in his waist and scrotum and knew he was about to ejaculate. He immediately stopped thrusting his cock, and held Zhaojun's buttocks tightly with both hands, so that their lower bodies were tightly pressed together, with his cock deeply inserted into the end of her vagina.

In an instant, the glans of Emperor Yuan suddenly shrank and swelled rapidly, "Swish! Swish! Swish!" A stream of thick semen shot directly into the heart of the flower, and the extremely comfortable feeling made Emperor Yuan tremble? .

Zhaojun suddenly felt that Emperor Yuan's cock stopped twitching and just filled her entire vagina. She opened her eyes and saw Emperor Yuan's serious face, his naked upper body shining with sweat, as if a god had descended to earth.

Zhaojun was staring at it intently when she suddenly felt a surge of heat rushing to her uterus. She couldn't help but let out a scream of "Ah!" and a feeling of comfort she had never experienced in her life made her whole body go limp. "Bang!" She lay back on the bed, and the cock and pussy separated...

Emperor Yuan opened his eyes in surprise and looked around, and couldn't help but exclaimed "Ah!" Emperor Yuan saw himself lying on the bed with his clothes neatly dressed. He stood up and looked again. There was no trace of Concubine Zhaojun or the Imperial Concubine Xigong. The bed also did not seem to be in disarray due to the fierce battle. Everything was as usual. Emperor Yuan looked down at the wet patch of his trouser crotch, muttering to himself as if he was lost: "Oh! It turned out to be a wet dream..."

Emperor Yuan gradually came back to his senses and thought, "Although it was a dream, it was very real. The details and clarity of the dream are still vivid in my mind... Zhaojun... Zhaojun... Wang Zhaojun... she even has a name... This... what is going on..." Emperor Yuan absent-mindedly got up to wash and dress, but the three words "Wang Zhaojun" filled his mind.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※The morning court session in the imperial palace, civil and military officials have finished reporting on their affairs and are preparing to leave.

Emperor Yuan could not help but ask, "I had a dream last night, and it was very real. In the dream, there was a girl named Wang Zhaojun, who now lives in Nanjun and claims to be the daughter of the governor of Yuezhou. I saw that she was dignified and intelligent, so I wanted to make her the imperial concubine of the West Palace, and she agreed... Dream interpreter! What do you think this omen points to?" Emperor Yuan naturally concealed the fact that they had sex.

The dream interpreter stepped forward and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, dreams are caused by the heart, and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false. But since the dream contains the hint of Wang Zhaojun of Nanjun, Your Majesty may as well send an envoy to Nanjun to investigate. If there is no such person as Wang Zhaojun, then there must be a concubine of the West Palace that Your Majesty likes in the territory of Nanjun."

Emperor Yuan approved the request and said, "Are you willing to do it for me?"

The minister stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, when the imperial palace selects imperial concubines and palace maids, painters are sent in advance to draw pictures and portraits, and then the emperor selects according to the pictures, so painters should be sent."

Emperor Yuan smiled and said, "Well, I almost forgot! ... Minister, which painter do you think would be more appropriate to send?"

"Your Majesty, there are five painters in the palace now, and Mao Yanshou is the best at painting portraits. Your Majesty can send Mao Yanshou to Nanjun to investigate."

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Mao Yanshou loved money like his life, and often took advantage of the opportunities when he was sent to look for imperial concubines and palace maids to extort extra income from them. Therefore, Mao Yanshou was ordered to go to Nanjun to select imperial concubines and palace maids. He was naturally very excited and determined to make a fortune.

When Mao Yanshou arrived in Zigui County, the county magistrate specially arranged an inn with a spacious courtyard and a large house for Mao Yanshou to live in. He was served with delicacies from land and sea every day, not to mention silver and jewelry. The county magistrate only believed that Mao Yanshou was an imperial inspector, and begged Mao Yanshou to say a few good words in front of the emperor, which would greatly increase his chances of promotion and wealth. Therefore, he was happy to appoint Mao Yanshou, a small official, as he felt it was reasonable and was unwilling to leave.

Mao Yanshou was taking a nap that day when someone suddenly announced that he wanted to see someone. Mao Yanshou got up and walked to the front hall, where he saw an old man in a coarse cloth coat full of patches, already kneeling in front of the hall waiting.

Mao Yanshou said impatiently: "What are you doing here?"

The old man trembled and said, "I greet you, my lord! My family is poor and I can barely afford three meals a day. I can't bear to let my daughter go hungry and cold, so I boldly beg you to take me into the palace as a maid to have three meals a day."

It was then that Mao Yanshou discovered that there was also a young girl kneeling behind the old man. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, looked thin, and had her head lowered, with a childish look on her shy face. Mao Yanshou said weakly: "Well... do you know the rules..."

"I know! I know!" the old man said, and quickly took out a coarse cloth bag from his bosom, presented it with both hands, and said: "These are the money I saved by living frugally. It is not a gift, but I beg you to accept it."

Mao Yanshou took the bag and weighed it. He knew it was just some small change. He was about to get angry, but then an idea came to him. He smiled and said, "Since you are so sincere, I can't turn you away. I promise you! You can keep your daughter, and I will naturally bring her to the palace to enjoy wealth and glory. You can leave now!"

When the old man heard that Mao Yanshou had agreed, he burst into tears of gratitude and thanked him profusely, saying, "Thank you very much, sir!

Thank you, sir! "The old man turned around, hugged his daughter, told her to behave herself, and then left reluctantly.

Mao Yanshou led the tear-stained girl to the back hall, took out his writing brush and placed it on the desk, then asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"

The girl wiped away her tears with her skirt and replied, "My name is Li Huiru, and I am fifteen years old."

Mao Yanshou listened while looking at Huiru carefully. Although Huiru was not a beautiful woman, her face exuded a delicate and tender aura. Her thin figure seemed as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. Her breasts were slightly protruding, and she must be in the process of development... Mao Yanshou became very lustful and his crotch began to stir.

Mao Yanshou approached Huiru with a lewd smile and said, "Although the fee your father paid is not enough, I understand that your family is in financial difficulty, so I agreed to bring you into the palace... and I think these silver coins are the only ones your family has, and I can't bear to accept them. I will send someone to send them back when I get back... Well... maybe I can give him some more silver coins to help supplement the family income."

When Huiru heard that Mao Yanshou was so kind and thoughtful, she couldn't help but burst into tears and knelt down to thank him: "Thank you so much for your kindness, sir. I will repay you one day."

Mao Yanshou reached out his hand to help Huiru up, but after Huiru stood still, Mao Yanshou did not let go. Instead, he held Huiru's hand and said, "Don't be polite to me. After you enter the palace, you can wear silk and satin every day and eat delicacies from land and sea..."

Mao Yanshou wanted to tempt Huiru, so he said, "As for repaying me... you don't have to wait until later... hehe... you can repay me now... hehe..."

Huiru had no idea what Mao Yanshou meant and was full of doubts. Suddenly, she was surprised to find Mao Yanshou's rough hand stroking her chin lightly. Huiru hurriedly dodged, but was grabbed by Mao Yanshou again. Mao Yanshou said, "Where are you going? Don't you want to go to the palace?" Mao Yanshou casually hugged Huiru in his arms.

Huiru was just shocked and embarrassed, not knowing what to do, so she could only beg tremblingly: "Master, please don't! ...

Sir, don’t do that! "Hui Ru struggled hard, but Mao Yanshou held her tightly, and Hui Ru could not escape.

At this time, Mao Yanshou's bestiality and lust were already aroused, and he said some unbearable words: "Hui Ru, don't be afraid... I will hurt you very much... Come on... Be obedient... Come... Let me kiss you..."

Huiru was filled with regret and helplessness, and was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. Suddenly, she felt a wet and soft tongue licking her cheek greedily, which made Huiru feel ashamed and nauseous, and her mind went blank. ? I vaguely felt that my clothes had been torn and fallen off, and my weak body seemed to be pushed to the ground.

When Huiru's naked back touched the cold floor, she felt the coldness making her sober up a little. Then she realized that she was naked, and Mao Yanshou was pressing on her, touching her body randomly with his hands. Unable to bear the humiliation, Huiru could only burst into tears and didn't know what to do. She was too tired to struggle anymore and could only lie there softly and let Mao Yanshou slaughter her.

Seeing that Huiru was no longer able to resist, Mao Yanshou was secretly delighted and spread Huiru's legs apart, exposing Huiru's pussy. Huiru's pussy was thin, white and clean, with a raised pubic mound covered with a few sparse tender hairs, and small labia with a groove, revealing a pink nipple. Mao Yanshou lowered his head, stretched out his tongue to lick the hole, and left a trail of spit in an attempt to lubricate the vagina. He was so anxious that he only pulled down half of his pants without taking them off. He held the swollen, black cock, lowered his waist and fucked hard into the vagina. "Ah!..." Huiru screamed, and felt a sharp pain in her lower body. The pain was like scraping a drum, piercing her heart and lungs, and she almost suffocated.

Mao Yanshou had no mercy on the woman. He pumped his cock violently, gasping for breath with only "Hum! Hum! Hum!" I just felt that Huiru's virgin pussy was so tight that it made my dick feel extremely comfortable. After about a hundred thrusts, Mao Yanshou suddenly felt his cock tingling and numb. Knowing he was about to ejaculate, he sped up and thrusted harder.

"Shh!" A thick white liquid shot into Huiru's vagina. Mao Yanshou shouted: "Ah!" and then collapsed on Huiru's body.

From the moment Mao Yanshou inserted his penis into her vagina, Huiru felt so painful that she seemed to be dizzy. She felt as if her entire lower body had left her body. She had no idea what Mao Yanshou was doing. When a stream of hot semen from Mao Yanshou burned the vaginal wall, the pain in her lower body returned immediately, but the warm semen seemed to relieve the stinging a lot, and the feeling of fullness in the vagina became less and less. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but then she started crying again because of the hatred of losing her virginity.

Mao Yanshou stood up, pulled out his deflated cock, wiped it roughly, and while getting ready he looked at Huiru's lower body, which was leaking thick white semen with a few red blood clots, dripping onto the porcelain white floor, which looked a bit shocking.

Mao Yanshou said with a satisfied but unsatisfied smile: "As long as you listen to me obediently, I promise to do you good. I will never treat you unfairly..." Mao Yanshou said shamelessly: "Get up and clean up... It's always like this the first time... You will like this kind of thing in the future, hehe... Does it still hurt... I will be gentler next time... Hehe!"

Huiru felt dizzy again after hearing this, and thought: "...Next time? There will be a next time... It's so painful..." Huiru felt sad again and just cried...

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Wang Zhaojun was sitting alone in front of the window again, gazing into the distance in a daze. Half a month! For half a month, Wang Zhaojun had lost her appetite almost every day. She often sat alone in front of the window like this, deep in thought, sometimes sighing, sometimes beaming, sometimes blushing, sometimes laughing...

Wang Zhaojun's face was blushing again, thinking of the dream of that day, the emperor in the dream, the romantic relationship with the emperor, the loneliness and melancholy when she woke up, and the wetness in her lower body after she woke up... Although it was a dream, she remembered it clearly, and her lower body seemed to be aching at that time. "Oh!" Wang Zhaojun couldn't help but sigh. She couldn't tell anyone about this kind of thing, yet she thought about it often.

Suddenly, Wang Zhong ran back home in a hurry and shouted outside the house: "Madam! My daughter!

Something terrible is happening! Something terrible is happening! “

Mrs. Wang and Wang Zhaojun were both surprised at Wang Zhong's abnormal behavior. They walked to the front hall, only to see Wang Zhong panting and holding on to the door frame, saying breathlessly: "... Huh... Huh... I just... went to the county town to do some business... I heard that the emperor... the emperor sent people to Nanjun... to look for Empress Xigong... Huh, huh..." Wang Zhong was still panting.

Madam Wang couldn't help but laugh: "Master! The emperor sent people to Nanjun to look for Empress Xigong. What does it have to do with us? Look at you running out of breath."

Wang Zhong finally calmed down a bit, pointing at Wang Zhaojun and saying, "The Queen Mother of the West Palace that the Emperor is looking for is our daughter Zhaojun! The Emperor also said that he dreamed of our daughter Zhaojun! So he sent people to find Nanjun. Now everyone in the county knows about it. I'm afraid the county magistrate will come to our house when he gets back!"

"Ah!" Mrs. Wang and Wang Zhaojun screamed at the same time. Mrs. Wang was shocked and surprised; Wang Zhaojun was shy and thought: "The emperor also dreamed of me, I wonder if the dream was equally lingering..."

She blushed and lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Mrs. Wang said in surprise: "Our daughter has never seen the emperor. How could the emperor know our daughter?... How did he know the name Wang Zhaojun?... And she came here..." Mrs. Wang was really confused and asked Wang Zhaojun in confusion: "Daughter, have you ever seen the emperor?" In fact, Mrs. Wang thought it was useless to ask this question. How could her daughter have seen the emperor?

At this time, Wang Zhaojun first shook her head, then nodded, her heart beating like a deer, and said in a soft voice: "Dad! Mom!... On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my daughter accompanied dad and mom to watch the moon. I drank a little wine, and then took my leave and went into my room to rest. That night... I dreamed of the Emperor. The Emperor said that he would confer the title of Noble Consort of the West Palace on my daughter, and I agreed..." Wang Zhaojun's face became redder and redder, and her voice became smaller and smaller. Of course, she didn't tell anyone about her affair with the emperor.

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Zhong became as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They moved around like headless flies, muttering to themselves: "…How could this happen?…What should we do?…"

Finally, Wang Zhong was the first to calm down. He sighed and said, "Since the emperor has taken a fancy to our daughter, it is also a blessing for Zhaojun... As the saying goes, men should get married when they are old enough, and women should get married when they are old enough! Don't we two old people also hope that Zhaojun will have a good home?

...It's just...I just can't bear to leave my daughter..."

As he was speaking, the county magistrate accompanied Mao Yanshou to the door of Wang Zhong's house. Wang Zhong asked his wife and daughter to step aside first and turned around to go out to greet the guest. Wang Zhong respectfully invited Mao Yanshou and the county magistrate to sit down. After the servant offered tea and left, the county magistrate explained his purpose. Wang Zhong replied that he had already heard the news in the county town. The county magistrate asked Wang Zhong to bring his daughter out for identification, and asked Mao Yanshou to draw her portrait to report to the emperor.

When Wang Zhaojun appeared in the front hall, the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou's eyes lit up. Wang Zhaojun had her hair combed into a high pan-dragon dragon bun, a phoenix hairpin on her temples, a pair of phoenix eyes under her willow eyebrows like autumn water, tender skin that seemed as delicate as if it were broken by a baby's, and a light white gauze dress with fluttering sleeves on her body, like a fairy descending to earth.

The county magistrate was stunned and embarrassed. Mao Yanshou couldn't help but think to himself that he had painted many beauties, but he had never seen one as stunning as Wang Zhaojun. After the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou met Wang Zhaojun, they were very sure that the Empress of the West Palace the emperor was looking for must be Wang Zhaojun. Wang Zhaojun was immediately invited to move to the inn, and Mao Yanshou was asked to paint her portrait first. They then decided to return to the palace to meet the emperor three days later.

Wang Zhaojun packed up some simple belongings and left with the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou. It goes without saying that he cried and hugged his head with his family before leaving. Wang Zhong knew his daughter's temper very well, and he especially warned her, "My daughter! From now on, you will be alone outside, and your parents won't be able to accompany you anymore. You must remember to be honest and tolerant, and don't act like a child again!"

When Mao Yanshou was about to paint Wang Zhaojun's portrait at the posthouse, he revealed his greedy nature and said to Wang Zhaojun with a grin, "According to the convention, you must first draw three pictures of your majesty, one in a standing position, one in a sitting position, and one in a lying position. Because the pigment I have is ordinary ink, if you are willing to pay for the high-quality pigment yourself, then I can paint you more beautifully, more vividly, and more pleasing to the emperor."

Wang Zhaojun was smart and knew as soon as she heard it that Mao Yanshou was taking the opportunity to blackmail her. Wang Zhaojun had also heard about Mao Yanshou's extortion of extra money for writing. She didn't expect that Mao Yanshou would want to blackmail her today. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and said angrily, "Mao Yanshou! You are just a seventh-rank official, yet you dare to deceive your subordinates and superiors like this. Don't you think that the emperor sent you here to summon me to the palace to be the imperial concubine of the West Palace, and you dare to blackmail me."

Mao Yanshou realized how confused he was when he heard this. He thought that Wang Zhaojun would be the imperial concubine of the West Palace in the future, and if he blackmailed her now, how would he live in the future? Mao Yanshou thought it over and was so frightened that he was sweating all over. His legs went weak and he knelt down and begged, "Your Majesty, I was confused for a moment. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Wang Zhaojun was unyielding and said sarcastically, "As long as one has excellent painting skills, one can create a moving masterpiece even if one uses inferior pigments... but you need the best pigments to paint, which shows that your painting skills are not first-rate!"

Mao Yanshou was furious when he heard Wang Zhaojun's sarcasm, which was a mockery of his most proud painting skills. He dared not get angry, but smiled and said, "Your Majesty is right! I will do my best to satisfy you."

Wang Zhaojun said proudly again: "How about this! You can paint the standing and sitting postures for me, and I will paint the lying postures myself. I believe my painting skills are no less than yours. Are you willing?" Wang Zhaojun's words were indeed true, and her painting skills were first-class.

Mao Yanshou felt humiliated and his self-esteem was greatly damaged, but he did not dare to confront him in person. He could only nod and obey him verbally, while thinking about how to get back at him. I had no choice but to say, "It's all up to you, Madam!"

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※On his way back to meet the emperor, Mao Yanshou looked at the reclining portrait of Wang Zhaojun that he had painted himself. He was naturally filled with admiration and praised it highly, thinking that Wang Zhaojun's painting skills were indeed better than his own. But Mao Yanshou always felt uneasy. He was afraid that Wang Zhaojun would bear a grudge and take revenge after she was made a concubine; he also hated Wang Zhaojun's cold words and sarcasm.

Mao Yanshou made up his mind and hid the reclining portrait of Wang Zhaojun that he had painted himself, secretly painted another one to make up the number, and added a mole under the eye of all three portraits. She was thinking about what to say when she met the emperor, and she was determined to prevent Wang Zhaojun from becoming a royal concubine.

Moreover, last night Mao Yanshou made an agreement with Lu Yuanwai, promising to make Lu Yuanwai's daughter Lu Jinding the imperial concubine of the West Palace, and extorted 12,000 taels of silver from Lu Yuanwai. Mr. Lu calculated that if this deal was successful, he would be able to get back not only ten thousand taels of silver but also ten thousand taels of gold when his daughter became the Imperial Concubine of the West Palace. So the two of them high-fived and considered the deal a done deal. well! Poor Wang Zhaojun, she didn't know that this journey to meet the emperor would be the beginning of a miserable fate.

As soon as Mao Yanshou returned to the capital, Emperor Yuan summoned him immediately. Emperor Yuan couldn't wait to meet Wang Zhaojun, whom he had been thinking about day and night.

When Emperor Yuan saw Mao Yanshou, he could not wait to ask, "Mao Qing, what is the result? Where is Zhaojun now?"

Mao Yanshou knelt down and replied, "Your Majesty, I was ordered to go to Nanjun to select the Queen of the West Palace and the palace maids in the harem. A total of 243 people were found, two of whom are suitable to be selected as imperial concubines. Now I have the map as proof, please make your decision."

Emperor Yuan took the portrait and looked at it. Both candidates for imperial concubine were stunningly beautiful, but Emperor Yuan recognized Wang Zhaojun at first sight. The person in the painting was the one in his dream. Emperor Yuan could not help but tremble with excitement.

Emperor Yuan looked up at Mao Yanshou and said, "Mr. Mao, both of you are beautiful women, the best choices at the moment, but the one I am looking for is Wang Zhaojun, and the one I like is also Wang Zhaojun. I have decided to confer the title of Imperial Consort of the West Palace on Wang Zhaojun."

Mao Yanshou said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, I have no intention of disobeying your order. I just ask Your Majesty to observe carefully. Wang Zhaojun has a bad mole under her eye, commonly known as the 'mole of tears for widowed husbands'. This means that Wang Zhaojun will bring bad luck to her husband. If Your Majesty makes her the Imperial Concubine of the West Palace, I am afraid it will be detrimental to the court! Your Majesty, please think twice." Then he said some good things about Lu Jinding to make Emperor Yuan waver.

All the civil and military officials in the court also felt that the matter was of great importance, and they all requested Emperor Yuan to act with caution. Although Emperor Yuan was extremely reluctant, he did not want to be considered a tyrant who loved beauty. Moreover, Lu Jinding was also very beautiful, so he adopted the opinions of all officials and conferred the title of Noble Consort of the West Palace on Lu Jinding, and also conferred titles on Mao Yanshou and Lu Yuanwai. He also gave Wang Zhaojun a reward of one thousand gold coins and ordered Mao Yanshou to escort Wang Zhaojun back home.

Mao Yanshou was afraid that his conspiracy would be exposed after Wang Zhaojun returned home, so he forged an imperial decree, saying that Wang Zhaojun had secretly kept a self-portrait in order to seduce the emperor with her beauty... and other false charges, and had Wang Zhaojun sent to the cold palace. Naturally, the thousand gold coins that were awarded to Wang Zhaojun went into Mao Yanshou's own pocket. Wang Zhaojun suffered this unexpected disaster and was placed under house arrest in the deep palace.

After Wang Zhaojun was locked up in the cold palace, she thought that she would have to live alone from then on and could not see her beloved Emperor Yuan. She could not help but feel sad and burst into tears. He knew in his heart that it was because of his willfulness that Mao Yanshou maliciously framed him. He felt regretful and resentful, but there was nothing he could do.

After Wang Zhaojun was imprisoned in the cold palace, she cried every day. Whenever she thought of Emperor Yuan, she would pick up the pipa and play it, singing sad tunes and sad songs. Although no one could hear them, the plants, birds and animals outside the courtyard also shed tears for her.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※It is the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the moon is as round as a mirror.

Emperor Yuan suddenly had an inspiration and recalled the Mid-Autumn Festival dream he had three years ago. He thought of Wang Zhaojun and wondered how she was doing now. He walked involuntarily towards the Imperial Garden of Chaoyang Palace. Standing in the pavilion where he first met Wang Zhaojun in his dream, he recalled everything in the dream and thought about this incredible and strange relationship.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuan vaguely heard a faint sad song played on a pipa, as if it came from far away in the inner court of the palace. Although the song was intermittent, it made people deeply feel the sorrow of the singer, which made people feel sad. Emperor Yuan curiously followed the sound and walked towards the source of the singing, wanting to get a glimpse of what was going on. He wondered why there was such a sad song in the palace.

Emperor Yuan followed the sound, passed through several corridors, crossed several gardens, and arrived at the deep palace courtyard where he had never been before. The singing became clearer and clearer, and my mood became heavier and heavier. Finally, Emperor Yuan discovered that the music and singing came from a tile-roofed building in front of him. Emperor Yuan stood beside the flower bed in front of the building and listened carefully. Emperor Yuan suddenly felt his vision blurry and realized that he was so moved that he was crying unconsciously.

The song stopped abruptly, followed by another sigh. Although it was just a light sigh, it was like thunder in Emperor Yuan's ears, shocking his heart deeply, making Emperor Yuan feel as if he had been hit hard in the chest. Emperor Yuan walked to the entrance of the theater, stretched out his hand to open the door and looked inside. He saw a woman with disheveled hair, holding a pipa, and a familiar figure from behind. The woman seemed to hear someone coming in and was turning around slowly.

When their eyes met, they both exclaimed "Ah!" in surprise at the same time.

The person Emperor Yuan saw was Wang Zhaojun. He took several steps back in shock, wondering if he was dreaming again. He finally managed to utter: "Zhaojun!... Really?... "

When Wang Zhaojun saw that the person coming was the Emperor Yuan whom she had been thinking about day and night, all the depression she had been feeling for the past three years suddenly burst out. Tears flowed out like a flood, and she cried out sadly, "Your Majesty..." She immediately put down her pipa and threw herself into the arms of Emperor Yuan.

Emperor Yuan hugged Zhaojun tightly, fearing that this was just a dream; fearing that if he let go, Zhaojun would disappear again.

The pain of missing each other day and night seemed to be alleviated only by deep hugs and passionate kisses. The two embraced, kissed, and caressed passionately...

At this moment, the lust of the two was like dry wood thrown into a raging fire, and it was out of control. It was just like in the dream, with the passionate kisses and caresses, the loosening of clothes, the passionate teasing... except that the carved phoenix bed in Chaoyang Palace was replaced with a hard wooden bed. Despite this, the love and passion between the two did not diminish.

Perhaps it was the long-lost desire, perhaps it was the joy of regaining what had been lost, or perhaps it was the release of pent-up sorrow and resentment... Wang Zhaojun actually abandoned the proper reserve of a woman and was no longer shy and passive. She is like a female animal in heat, or even more like a prostitute in the world of prostitution.

Emperor Yuan was lying on his back on the bed. Wang Zhaojun held his swollen and erect penis with her hand and lowered her head to hold the glans in her mouth, "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" She sucked, licked, or rubbed it lightly... just like she was enjoying the music played by the flute. Emperor Yuan was surprised by her enthusiasm and comfortable with her teasing. Emperor Yuan only put his hands into Wang Zhaojun's loose hair and held her head, while he closed his eyes, raised his head, panting, humming, and trembling.

Wang Zhaojun sat astride one of Emperor Yuan's thighs and twisted her lower body, rubbing her entire vagina back and forth on his thigh. The flowing love juice made Emperor Yuan's thigh wet, slippery and shiny. Although there was a cock stuffed in Wang Zhaojun's mouth, the sounds of "Hmm! Sizzle! Hmm! Sizzle!" came out from the gaps in the corners of her mouth, playing a lingering and seductive spring song.

Wang Zhaojun opened her cherry lips as wide as possible, letting Yuandi's thick cock stretch her lips tightly, "Puff!" Wang Zhaojun swallowed the cock completely until the glans reached her throat. She felt her mouth was filled with the cock, and then she sucked hard, as if she wanted to suck out all of Yuandi's essence and internal organs through the cock.

Emperor Yuan felt a strong attraction sucking his cock, and a spasming feeling rose from his scrotum, which was so comfortable that it was hard to describe. Emperor Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Wang Zhaojun's lewd appearance. He looked at Wang Zhaojun's arched back and buttocks, which were white and flawless, just like crystal porcelain and jade. He looked at the twin peaks on Wang Zhaojun's chest, which, although hanging upside down, did not sag, but were still upright, just trembling slightly, causing beads of sweat to drip along her chest, nipple base, plump flesh, buds...

Wang Zhaojun felt the numbness and comfort in her vagina becoming more and more obvious, making her more and more excited.

Unconsciously, Wang Zhaojun's movements of rubbing her lower body became faster and faster, and the frequency of sucking the jade stick became faster and faster, and the hand holding the cock was busier stroking it... Emperor Yuan couldn't bear this extreme pleasure, and he tried to raise his head back, humming: "Ah! Ah! Ah!...", and then "Shh! Shh! Shh!" A stream of thick semen spurted out and all shot into Wang Zhaojun's mouth.

Wang Zhaojun, who was in the midst of passion, suddenly felt Yuandi's cock throbbing and swelling, and then a fishy smell filled her mouth, and her mouth was filled with semen. "Gulp" Wang Zhaojun swallowed most of it involuntarily. She looked up and saw that Yuandi's cock was covered with thick milky white semen, and some remaining semen was still flowing out of the urethra of the glans. When he looked up again, he saw Emperor Yuan looking at him with eyes that showed satisfaction, comfort, gratitude and love.

Emperor Yuan propped himself up and sat up. He saw Wang Zhaojun's slightly parted cherry lips, with his semen flowing from the corners of her mouth. The semen dripped down her chin onto her plump breasts, and then onto his cock and lower abdomen...Emperor Yuan reached out and hugged Wang Zhaojun, kissing and licking her cheeks, her red lips, and the semen that was flowing around her mouth.

Emperor Yuan and Wang Zhaojun both leaned against the head of the bed. Wang Zhaojun leaned her head on Emperor Yuan's shoulder, waiting for the passion to slowly subside. Emperor Yuan reached out his hand and gently stroked Wang Zhaojun's back and breasts; Wang Zhaojun also held Emperor Yuan's shrinking and softening cock and gently fiddled with it.

Emperor Yuan gently whispered in Wang Zhaojun's ear: "Zhaojun, I miss you so much? Ah..." Emperor Yuan then asked with a sense of realization: "...Didn't I send someone to escort you back to Nanjun??...? Why are you here?"

"Your Majesty..." Wang Zhaojun thought of the longing and loneliness for the past three years and couldn't help but burst into tears again. She said convulsively: "I have been imprisoned here for three years. Mao Yanshou did not send me home. Instead, he passed on the emperor's decree to banish me to the cold..." Then Wang Zhaojun told him everything, from Mao Yanshou's attempt to extort writing fees to how he was imprisoned.

When Emperor Yuan heard how Mao Yanshou had deceived his superiors and deceived his subordinates, he became furious. When he heard about Wang Zhaojun's miserable life over the past three years, he couldn't help but burst into tears. After carefully examining Wang Zhaojun, he realized that she did not have the so-called "tears mole" and realized that it was all Mao Yanshou's doing. The Emperor gnashed his teeth and said, "Mao Yanshou!

You dog slave, I will never be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart unless I cut you into pieces. “

Emperor Yuan said to Wang Zhaojun gently, "Zhaojun! I will definitely seek justice for you. Tomorrow I will depose Concubine Lu and re-title her as Imperial Concubine of the West Palace...My beloved...I was confused for a moment and let you suffer injustice. Hmm..."

Wang Zhaojun sealed Emperor Yuan's mouth with hers to prevent him from saying any more words of apology.

The sexual desire of the two people increased again, and the cocks and pussies were ready to go at any time. Wang Zhaojun turned over, straddled Emperor Yuan's lower body, held Emperor Yuan's cock against the entrance of her honey hole, lowered her body and sat down, "Puff!" The cock went in.

"Ah!" Wang Zhaojun was still a virgin. Although she had been intimate with Emperor Yuan in her dreams, this was the first time they had real contact. Wang Zhaojun felt a little regretful for her forgetfulness and recklessness. She even forgot that her pussy was still a virgin and could not withstand such a violent penetration. Wang Zhaojun thought again, since it had already been done, let it hurt! This kind of pain can't be more intense than the pain I've suffered in the past three years! Wang Zhaojun gritted her teeth, held onto Emperor Yuan's shoulders, and moved her waist up and down...

Emperor Yuan looked at Wang Zhaojun's bouncing breasts and lowered his head to take them in his mouth...

This battle might last until dawn!

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Early court session the next day. Emperor Yuan told all the facts in court to all the civil and military officials. He deposed Concubine Lu and reinstated Wang Zhaojun as the Imperial Concubine of the West Palace. He also sent people to arrest Mao Yanshou and punish him for the serious crime of deceiving the emperor. But Mao Yan was not supposed to die, so he fled upon hearing the news; and Concubine Lu could not bear the blow and hanged herself.

It is said that Mao Yanshou disguised himself and sneaked out of Yanmen Pass, and went to the Huns outside the Great Wall. Mao Yanshou was unwilling to give up and wanted to take revenge on Wang Zhaojun, so he took the reclining portrait of Wang Zhaojun that he had painted himself and presented it to the foreign king. He also slandered the foreign king and instigated him to invade the Central Plains, forcing Emperor Yuan of Han to hand over Wang Zhaojun in order to stop the war.

Sure enough, the foreign king was fascinated as soon as he saw the portrait, and immediately acted according to Mao Yanshou's plan. The Han army seemed to have been in peace for too long and neglected training, and they were defeated in the battle. The Huns spread a rumor while pursuing their victory: as long as Wang Zhaojun "went out of the border to make peace with the barbarians", the Huns would immediately call back their troops.

When Emperor Yuan learned of the conditions proposed by the Huns, he could not help but feel sad. He was reluctant to let Wang Zhaojun leave, but he could not think of a way to repel the enemy. Emperor Yuan was in a dilemma and was frowning all day long.

When Wang Zhaojun heard the news, she struggled immensely, thinking: "... I have to leave my beloved one and go to the frontier alone. The customs and habits in the desert are unfamiliar and desolate. I can't bear it... But for the sake of peace in the country and for civilians to be free from the disasters of war, what does it matter if I sacrifice myself..." Wang Zhaojun made up her mind and asked to see the emperor.

Wang Zhaojun knelt down and cried to Emperor Yuan: "Your Majesty, I already know about the state affairs that you are worried about. This was all caused by Mao Yanshou... If I had been willing to bribe him at that time, so many troubles would not have happened. So I am also wrong. Although I have regretted my arrogance and willfulness, it is too late... For the sake of the court, for the people, and to atone for my sins, please agree to the conditions of the foreign king and let me go out of the border to make peace with the foreigners!..."

Of course Emperor Yuan refused and tried to comfort him. Wang Zhaojun continued: "If the emperor does not agree, it will make me unfaithful and unjust, and let future generations curse me for bringing disaster to the country and the people, and at the same time ridicule the emperor for being a tyrant who is greedy for beauty and disregards the safety of the country! How can I bear such a serious historical crime... If the emperor does not agree, it is harming me; it is not loving me!..."

Emperor Yuan held back tears, deeply admiring Wang Zhaojun's broad mind of caring about the country and the people. Emperor Yuan helped Wang Zhaojun up. Looking at her strong yet fragile expression, he finally couldn't help but hold her in his arms, bursting into tears and shouting excitedly: "My beloved concubine Zhaojun... am I reluctant to let her go? Ah..."

The result was another passionate affair, but... it was much more desolate...

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※In the desert tent, the foreign king was drinking proudly from big bowls of wine and eating big bites of meat. He looked at Wang Zhaojun sitting next to him and couldn't help but laugh wildly: "Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Wang Zhaojun coquettishly and tenderly put her hand on the bulge in the king's crotch and whispered in his ear: "My king, I will only agree to your request if you promise me two things..." Wang Zhaojun pinched the king's hard and swollen cock through his pants and continued: "Otherwise I will commit suicide so that your king cannot have me... well..."

The king said with a lewd smile: "Haha! Tell me, tell me!... Don't even mention two; I would agree even if there are two hundred... Hahahaha!..."

Wang Zhaojun said: "Mao Yanshou has done me so much harm, Your Majesty, you must help me seek justice and kill him...

Also, my king, you have to promise me that you will never invade the Central Plains again..."

The foreign king said: "Okay! Okay! I'll listen to you... Hehe... Come! Let me kiss you first... Hehe..."

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Wang Zhaojun lived in the northern frontier for sixteen years. The foreign king died of illness and his eldest son inherited the throne. However, according to the customs of the Xiongnu, when the father died, the son could choose to marry his father's wife. The heir wanted to marry Wang Zhaojun. Wang Zhaojun felt that this was incest and was not in line with the Chinese ethical morals she followed, but she was unable to resist, so she committed suicide by taking poison!

After Wang Zhaojun died, the Huns buried her with generous gifts in the desert, which she hated the most. Later generations called it "Qingzhong".

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ (Nonsense again)

After the passerby wrote three stories, he was shocked to realize that the beauties in the stories all had extremely miserable fates. Then he thought about the beauties in all dynasties that he remembered, and found that none of them had a happy life. Either they had a rough fate or they did not have a good ending.

well! Is it really true that "beauty is doomed to fail"?
Sincerely thank the host for his hard work and selfless sharing