Adult version of the Four Beauties

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Wang Zhaojun

During the Han Dynasty, Zigui County in Nanjun (present-day Shijiazhuang, Hubei Province) was a place of beautiful scenery, truly a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Northwest of Zigui County was a small village, and on its southern side stood a house, the ancestral home of Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong had once served as the governor of Yuezhou, and now retired to his hometown to live in seclusion.

Since Wang Zhong was over fifty years old, he had no children and no heirs, so the household was relatively small. There were only his two elderly parents and a servant, and their lives were quite peaceful and quiet. Unexpectedly, three months later, Lady Wang became pregnant, much to Wang Zhong's delight, as he longed for a child in his old age.

On the day Lady Wang was to give birth, the quiet house suddenly became bustling! Midwives, neighbors, relatives, guests… all rushed over upon hearing that Lady Wang had begun to experience labor pains. The front hall was filled with a cacophony of voices, while the inner hall was filled with cries of anguish.

Although it was late autumn, early winter, Wang Zhong was sweating profusely and restless. Several times he couldn't resist rushing into the inner room to peek inside, but he was stopped each time. Finally, the cries of a newborn baby came from the inner room, while the front hall was eerily quiet. Then, a chorus of "Ha!" erupted, followed by a chorus of congratulations. Wang Zhong beamed with joy.

"Wah! Wah!..." The curtain of the inner room was lifted, and the midwife emerged, carrying a loudly crying baby. Wang Zhong immediately stepped forward and asked, "Is Madam alright?" He reached out to take the baby.

Although the midwife looked exhausted, she smiled broadly and said, "Congratulations, sir! A daughter has arrived, and both mother and daughter are well." She then handed the baby to Wang Zhong.

Upon hearing it was a daughter, Wang Zhong was initially disappointed, but then he thought, "Having children is preordained by Heaven; it can't be forced. We're both over fifty, and having a child in our old age is a blessing from God. If we can find a good family for our daughter, then we'll have someone to rely on in our old age..." Thinking this, he looked at his baby daughter in her swaddling clothes and couldn't help but smile broadly, "Ah! Ah! Excellent!..." The midwife, standing nearby, continued to praise her, "Sir, to be honest! In my decades of experience..." "I've delivered countless babies, but none as beautiful as Miss Wang..." The midwife pointed to the baby's face and said, "Look, sir! Miss Wang has a straight nose, rosy lips, and delicate skin. She'll grow up to be a beauty, captivating countless young men...hehe..." A moment later, Wang Zhong carried his daughter into the inner room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Madam Wang, weak and exhausted after childbirth, lying on the bed. He said, "Madam! You've truly suffered." Madam Wang looked apologetic and weakly replied:

"I'm so sorry! I only gave birth to a daughter for you, sir... I couldn't give you a son to continue the Wang family line..." Wang Zhong comforted Madam Wang, saying, "Raising children is predestined by Heaven, Madam, don't worry too much. We're both over fifty and have a child late in life, Heaven has been very kind to us..." Wang Zhong couldn't contain his joy at becoming a father for the first time, saying, "Look! How beautiful our daughter is! Heh! Heh!..." Madam Wang was slightly comforted and said, "Sir, please name our daughter!" Wang Zhong lowered his head and pondered for a long time before murmuring, "...Qiang, Wang Qiang, let's give her the single name 'Qiang,' and her nickname will be 'Zhaojun'!..." Wang Zhong looked up and smiled proudly at Madam Wang. He then muttered to himself, "Wang Qiang, Wang Zhaojun, Wang Qiang, Wang Zhaojun, hmm, good!..." The naturally beautiful Wang Zhaojun exuded an elegant and gentle temperament as she grew older. When Wang Zhaojun washed her face by the river, the fish were so captivated by her beauty that they sank to the bottom; the wild geese in the sky were so mesmerized by her beauty that they lost their order. The idiom "沉鱼落雁" (literally, "fish sink and geese fall") refers to Wang Zhaojun, describing her beauty as enough to fascinate all things in heaven and earth,

causing chaos. It is said that there is a stream in Hubei called "Xiangxi" (Fragrant Stream), named after Wang Zhaojun who washed her face there for many years, giving the stream a fragrant aroma that travels far and wide. Wang Zhong and his wife, having had Zhaojun late in life, doted on her, treating her like a precious jewel. They cared for her meticulously and showed her extraordinary affection, even hiring a highly learned tutor to teach her literature and skills. Because of her intelligence, Wang Zhaojun was not only skilled in literature, calligraphy, poetry, and lyrics, but also excelled in embroidery and needlework. Music was her greatest passion, so Wang Zhong's household was filled with constant music and revelry.

However, due to the doting of Wang Zhong and his wife, Zhaojun became somewhat spoiled. While not unreasonable, her stubborn, assertive, and unforgiving nature often made others uncomfortable. It was this temperament that ultimately led to her tragic fate of being sent to the border to marry a foreign ruler.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, the moon is full, and the osmanthus blossoms are fragrant. In the imperial palace and gardens, there is singing and dancing. Emperor Yuan of Han hosts a banquet for all his officials. In high spirits, Emperor Yuan raises his cup repeatedly until he becomes drunk and drowsy. The eunuchs quickly support him and escort him back to Chaoyang Palace to rest.

In his dazed state, Emperor Yuan felt all the sounds and music suddenly cease, leaving only silence all around. He opened his eyes and looked around, finding himself on the dragon and phoenix bed, utterly alone. Emperor Yuan rose and strolled to the window, surveying the imperial garden. The bright moon hung high, its silvery light filling the garden, but the civil and military officials, dancers, and singers were nowhere to be seen. The imperial garden appeared as usual, as if the banquet for the officials had never

taken place. Gazing into the distance, Emperor Yuan suddenly noticed a woman standing alone in a pavilion. Filled with suspicion, he left Chaoyang Palace and walked towards the pavilion where the woman was

. As Emperor Yuan approached the pavilion, the woman heard the commotion and turned to look. Emperor Yuan was immediately captivated by the woman's stunning beauty, speechless with astonishment, forgetting to even ask her anything.

The woman turned around and saw that it was Emperor Yuan. She looked surprised and a little shy. She immediately bowed and greeted him, saying, "This humble woman has trespassed into the Imperial Garden and disturbed Your Majesty. Please forgive me!" Her clear, sweet voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, stirred Emperor Yuan's heart once again. Emperor Yuan asked hesitantly, "...Where do you live, young lady...what is your name...and why are you here...?" "This humble woman lives in Nanjun. My surname is Wang, my given name is Qiang, and my nickname is Zhaojun..." It turned out that this woman was Wang Zhaojun. Zhaojun continued, "My father, Wang Zhong, once served as the governor of Yuezhou. Today, Your Majesty has bestowed a banquet upon me, and I have come with my father. I waited outside the banquet hall. Because I could not wait any longer, I entered the Imperial Garden to admire the flowers and the moon, but I have disturbed Your Majesty's presence. I humbly beg Your Majesty's forgiveness." Upon hearing Zhaojun's voice, Emperor Yuan moved the camera down, pointing his penis at the camera. Through the lace of her underwear, the shape of her vulva was clearly visible—a small, round bun-like shape with thick labia. I typed to her, "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would go to the local escort website she159.com to watch her performance. Gradually, we talked more and more. Sometimes we would chat on QQ at work; at home, I would experience alternative sex, just for that feeling, I liked the atmosphere there. The voice was soft and melodious, like heavenly music; and seeing Zhaojun's beautiful and dignified appearance, under the moonlight, she was like a fairy descending to earth, making Emperor Yuan's heart flutter. He blurted out, "Zhaojun, you are so beautiful, have you been betrothed to anyone?" Upon hearing this, Zhaojun blushed and lowered her head, answering in a whisper, "No...no..." Although Zhaojun's voice was soft, Emperor Yuan heard everything clearly and exclaimed excitedly, "Excellent! Excellent! As the ruler of a nation, I should have three palaces and six courtyards, but currently I only have Empress Lin and Consort Zhang of the Eastern Palace, lacking only a concubine for the Western Palace..." Emperor Yuan reached out and took Zhaojun's hand, saying, "I wish to bestow upon you the title of Noble Consort of the Western Palace, are you... willing?" Zhaojun's face flushed crimson, her head lowered as she gazed at Emperor Yuan with her shimmering eyes. Seeing his handsome and imposing figure, she silently agreed, but hesitated to speak. With great difficulty, Zhaojun nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating her consent.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Yuan was so excited he almost shouted, and he quickly stepped forward, embracing Zhaojun tightly. Even through her clothes, Emperor Yuan could almost feel Zhaojun's soft, fair, radiant, and elastic skin, which filled him with a warm and refreshing feeling.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuan pulled Zhaojun into his arms, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "Eek!" She struggled slightly, and then her whole body went limp, and she leaned against Emperor Yuan's broad chest as if all her strength had left her. Zhaojun felt a masculine scent rush to her head, and her heart fluttered. A feeling she had never experienced before, an excitement that seemed both familiar and strange, made her heart pound wildly like a deer.

Emperor Yuan embraced Zhaojun, feeling the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest. Zhaojun's excited heart seemed to surge through those breasts, reaching into his own body, and he could clearly feel them trembling slightly. Unable to contain

himself, Emperor Yuan gently lifted Zhaojun's face. Her cheeks were flushed, like a rosy sunset, her eyes tightly closed but her eyelashes trembling. Her cherry-red lips were moist and glistening, like sweet cherries. Emperor Yuan couldn't resist the urge to taste them, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

Zhaojun felt Emperor Yuan lifting her face and quickly closed her eyes to hide her shyness. She thought Emperor Yuan must be watching her, and as she was about to lower her head again, she felt a soft tongue touch her lips. A wave of excitement washed over her, and she was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Emperor Yuan gently let their lips rub together, and then his tongue swirled inside Zhaojun's mouth.

Zhaojun's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her hands gently sliding along Emperor Yuan's back. Her soft, boneless body writhed like a worm, and intermittent moans of "Mmm! Mmm!" could be heard emanating from her throat.

Emperor Yuan's lips left hers, but instead slid down to Zhaojun's ears, neck, and shoulders. Zhaojun felt waves of unbearable tingling, tilting her head back as far as she could, her whole body trembling, panting heavily. Zhaojun seemed to be drifting into a daze, unaware of what Emperor Yuan was doing to her, only feeling intense excitement, vaguely sensing a "need," but unable to articulate what it was.

When Emperor Yuan slightly parted Zhaojun's robes and kissed her snow-white breasts, Zhaojun felt as if she had overexcited herself, her body going limp and powerless, swaying precariously. Seeing this, Emperor Yuan embraced the limp Zhaojun in his arms, and Zhaojun reciprocated by wrapping her arms around Emperor Yuan's neck. Emperor Yuan lowered his head to kiss her again, but his steps led him toward Chaoyang Palace.

Inside Chaoyang Palace, on the carved dragon and phoenix embroidered bed, Zhaojun lay reclining. Her hair was loose, and her naked body, reflected against the red mandarin duck brocade quilt, appeared even more translucent. Lost in ecstasy, Zhaojun didn't know how she ended up on the bed, nor when she became naked. She simply kept her eyes tightly closed, her hands covering her chest and genitals, seemingly protecting something, yet also hinting at something.

Emperor Yuan, naked, revealed his muscular physique, and a slight sweat made his body seem as if protected by a golden shield.

Emperor Yuan seemed to be a master of seduction, knowing how to bring the opposite sex the greatest satisfaction. His hands gently caressed Zhaojun's naked body, not hastily brushing away her hands that tried to cover her, but instead, he tickled the base of her breasts, the inner thighs, and below her navel, where her hands couldn't quite reach. Under Emperor Yuan's gentle caresses, Zhaojun felt waves of itchy discomfort. Her hands, which had been covering her breasts, involuntarily pressed down slightly. "Oh!" A wave of pleasure washed over her. Zhaojun slowly moved her hands, rubbing her breasts again and again. "Mmm!" Zhaojun thought this feeling was wonderful. However, inside her vagina, it felt as if ants were wriggling. Her hands, which had been covering her genitals, involuntarily curled their fingers, wanting to scratch. "Ah!" Her fingers touched her clitoris, slightly hard and slightly wet. Zhaojun couldn't help but shiver.

Emperor Yuan saw all of Zhaojun's involuntary movements and thought, "It's time!" Emperor Yuan gently parted Zhaojun's hands, opening his mouth to suckle the hard, swollen nipples of her breasts. With one hand, he played with her labia, while with the other, he guided her to grasp his penis. Zhaojun was immediately overwhelmed by this three-pronged attack, a mixture of surprise, shyness, and pleasure. She felt a strange urge to relieve herself, yet also a feeling of wanting to urinate but not quite, though her lower body was completely wet, which was quite pleasurable! Her hand gripping his penis tightened involuntarily, only to be startled by the warmth of his erect member. She realized she was holding Emperor Yuan's penis and wanted to pull away, yet she couldn't bear to part with the hard, warm sensation.

Emperor Yuan sucked on Zhaojun's nipples, licking, gently biting, and sucking, causing her to abandon all pretense of girlish modesty and moan with wanton, obscene words. Emperor Yuan also felt waves of heat gushing from Zhaojun's vagina, the wetness slippery and warm to the touch.

As their emotions intensified, Zhaojun's moans grew louder, her body trembling more frequently. With each tremor, her grip on the emperor's penis tightened and loosened, making it seem as if the emperor's penis had swelled even larger.

The emperor felt that their passion had reached its peak, so he rolled over, spreading Zhaojun's legs apart and positioning his penis against the entrance of her vagina. Zhaojun felt a hot, molten iron rod pushing against her vaginal opening, a sensation both pleasurable and empty spreading through her lower body. She couldn't help but twist her waist and thrust her vulva upwards. "Sizzle!" The penis smoothly slid in, half of the glans inside. "Ah!" The stinging sensation made Zhaojun immediately arch her back and pull away.

The emperor felt as if his penis had been sucked in, then "spit out," and immediately lowered his waist, thrusting his penis back into her vagina. With another "plop!" sound, Emperor Yuan's glans was fully inside Zhaojun's vagina.

"Ah!" Zhaojun felt another sharp pain and was about to pull away again when Emperor Yuan's gentle voice came from beside her, saying,

"Does it hurt?...Relax...I'll be gentle..." Although Zhaojun felt unbearable pain in her lower body, her stubborn personality made her shake her head gently with tears in her eyes, her hands involuntarily pressing tightly against her thighs. Emperor Yuan was not in a hurry to push his penis deeper, but simply rotated his waist and hips, letting his glans rub and grind inside Zhaojun's vagina. Emperor Yuan's rubbing

motion made Zhaojun feel the sharp pain in her lower body gradually subside, replaced by a series of itchy sensations in her vagina, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Zhaojun gently moved her lower body, trying to scratch the itchy spot with this movement, but unexpectedly, this movement caused Emperor Yuan's penis to slide even deeper into her vagina. Zhaojun felt that Emperor Yuan's penis effectively scratched her itchy spot, not only relieving all pain but also bringing immense pleasure. She arched her back even harder, as the itch persisted deeper inside her vagina!

Emperor Yuan felt the foreskin of his penis retract, slowly entering her vagina inch by inch. The tightening sensation grew increasingly pronounced, and the folds of the vaginal walls, through slight peristalsis, were scratching the glans, so pleasurable that even Emperor Yuan couldn't help but groan, "Hmm! Hmm!"

When Emperor Yuan felt his penis had reached the very end of her vagina, he immediately and quickly arched his back, "Whoosh!" withdrawing the glans rapidly to the vaginal opening, before slowly inserting it again, pushing it deep to the very end. Emperor Yuan repeated this thrusting motion, arousing Zhaojun's desire.

When Zhaojun felt her vagina slowly being filled, the feeling of fullness and comfort made her groan, "Mmm... Mmm..."; when Zhaojun felt a rapid emptiness in her vagina, she couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh, "Ah!" Zhaojun's lewd moans were like... [a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual moans and groans as if...] Emperor Yuan felt that Zhaojun
's vagina was becoming increasingly slippery and smooth, so he increased the speed of his thrusts, as if leading an army into battle. Zhaojun, as if facing an enemy, arched her back as high as she could, her body arching upwards, with her vulva at the highest point of the arc.

Emperor Yuan felt a tingling and numbness in his lower back and scrotum, and knew that he was about to ejaculate. He immediately stopped thrusting his penis, tightly embracing Zhaojun's buttocks with both hands, pressing their lower bodies together, his penis deeply inserted at the end of her vagina. In an instant, Emperor Yuan's glans throbbed violently, "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!" Streams of thick semen shot straight to her core, the intense pleasure sending a shiver down his spine.

Zhaojun suddenly felt Emperor Yuan's penis stop thrusting, merely filling her vagina completely. She opened her eyes and saw Emperor Yuan's serious face, his naked upper body glistening with sweat, as if he were descending from heaven. Lost in admiration, Zhaojun suddenly felt a surge of heat rush to her uterus, and she cried out, "Ah!" A feeling of unprecedented pleasure made her body go limp, and "Thump!" she collapsed onto the bed, the penis separating from her vagina…

Emperor Yuan opened his eyes in surprise and looked around, letting out a startled cry of "Ah!" He saw himself lying neatly dressed on the bed. He sat up and looked again, but there was no sign of Zhaojun, no sign of the Western Palace Consort, and the bed showed no signs of being disheveled from the passionate encounter; everything seemed normal. Emperor Yuan looked down at his stained crotch, muttering to himself with a sense of loss, "Oh! It was just a dream..." He gradually came to his senses, thinking,

"Though it was a dream, it was so vivid, the details so clear and detailed, so clear and real... Zhaojun... Zhaojun... Wang Zhaojun... even her name and surname... What... what is going on..." Emperor Yuan absentmindedly got up to wash and dress, the name "Wang Zhaojun" filling his mind.

In the imperial palace, the morning court session had ended, and the civil and military officials were preparing to leave after presenting their reports. Emperor Yuan couldn't contain himself and asked, "Last night I had a wonderful dream, a dream that seemed so real. In the dream, there was a girl named Wang Zhaojun, who lives in Nanjun and claims to be the daughter of the governor of Yuezhou. I found her to be dignified and intelligent, so I wished to make her a concubine in the Western Palace, and she agreed... Dream Interpreter! What do you think this signifies?" Emperor Yuan naturally concealed his illicit affair.

The dream interpreter stepped forward and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, dreams arise from the heart and are difficult to discern as true or false. However, since the dream contains the hint of Wang Zhaojun of Nanjun, Your Majesty might send an envoy to Nanjun to inquire. If no such person as Wang Zhaojun is found, then surely a concubine of Your Majesty's favor will be found within Nanjun." Emperor Yuan granted the request and said, "Are any of you willing to do this for me?" The Minister stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the selection of concubines and palace maids in the imperial palace is always done by sending painters to draw portraits beforehand, and then Your Majesty selects according to the portraits. Therefore, painters should be sent." Emperor Yuan smiled and said:

"Hmm, I almost forgot!... Minister, which painter do you think would be most suitable to send?" "Your Majesty, there are currently five painters in the palace, among whom Mao Yanshou is the most skilled at portrait painting. Your Majesty can send Mao Yanshou to Nanjun to investigate."

Mao Yanshou was known for his greed, often extorting extra money during his missions to search for imperial concubines and palace maids.

Therefore, he was naturally very excited to be sent to Nanjun to select concubines and palace maids, determined to make a fortune.

When Mao Yanshou arrived in Zigui County, the county magistrate specially arranged a spacious mansion for him to stay in, where he was treated to lavish meals of delicacies every day, not to mention the abundant silver and jewels. The magistrate only believed that Mao Yanshou was an imperial inspector and earnestly requested that Mao Yanshou put in a good word for him before the emperor, which would greatly increase his chances of promotion and wealth. Therefore, he was happy to accept this minor official position, feeling it was justified and he was too pleased to leave.

One day, Mao Yanshou was taking a nap when someone announced that they needed to see him. Mao Yanshou got up and went to the front hall, where he saw an old man dressed in coarse cloth clothes covered in patches, already kneeling in front of the hall waiting.

Mao Yanshou said somewhat impatiently, "What brings you here?" The old man trembled and said, "This humble one greets Your Excellency! My family is poor and we can hardly afford three meals a day. I cannot bear to see my daughter go hungry and cold, so I humbly beg Your Excellency to take my daughter to the palace as a maid so that she may have three meals a day." At this moment, Mao Yanshou noticed that behind the old man was also kneeling a young girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and frail, with her head down, her shy face still showing traces of childishness.

Mao Yanshou said weakly, "Then...do you know the rules..." "I know! I know!" the old man said, quickly taking out a coarse cloth bag from his bosom, offering it with both hands, and saying, "This is what I've saved by scrimping and saving. It's just a small token, please accept it, sir." Mao Yanshou took the bag and weighed it in his hand, knowing in his heart that it was just some loose silver. He was about to get angry, but then a clever idea came to him. He smiled and said,

"Since you're so sincere, I can't refuse you. I promise you! You can keep your daughter, and I will naturally take her to the palace to enjoy wealth and honor. You can go now!" Upon hearing Mao Yanshou's agreement, the old man was so grateful that he wept bitterly, thanking him profusely, "Thank you, 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-streaked girl to the back room, took out a brush and ink, placed them on the table, and then asked, "What is your name? How old are you?" The girl wiped away her tears with her clothes and replied, "My name is Li Huiru, and I am fifteen years old." As Mao Yanshou listened, he carefully examined Huiru. Although Huiru was not particularly beautiful, she had a delicate and youthful appearance. Her thin figure seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness, and her breasts were slightly protruding, presumably just beginning to develop... This sight aroused Mao Yanshou's lust, and his groin stirred.

Mao Yanshou approached Huiru with a lewd grin and said, "Although the fee your father paid is insufficient, I understand your family's poverty, so I agreed to take you to the palace... Moreover, I think this money is all your father has, and I can't bear to accept it. I will send someone back later... Hmm... Perhaps I can give him some more money to help with household expenses." Upon hearing that Mao Yanshou was so kind and compassionate, Huiru was so grateful that tears streamed down her face, and she knelt down to thank him.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, sir. I will repay your great kindness in the future." Mao Yanshou reached out to help Huiru up, but after Huiru stood still, Mao Yanshou did not let go. Instead, he held Huiru's hand and said, "You don't need to be so polite with me. After you enter the palace, you can wear fine silk and brocade every day and eat delicacies from land and sea..." Mao Yanshou tempted Huiru, trying to seduce her: "As for repaying... you don't have to wait until later... hehe... you can repay me now... hehe..." Huiru did not know what Mao Yanshou meant and was full of suspicion. Suddenly, she was shocked to find Mao Yanshou's rough hand lightly stroking her chin. Huiru hurriedly dodged away, but Mao Yanshou grabbed her again. She heard Mao Yanshou say, "Where are you going? Didn't you want to enter the palace?" Mao Yanshou casually wrapped his arm around Huiru and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Hui Ru was filled with shock and shame, not knowing what to do. She could only plead tremblingly, "My lord, please don't!...My lord , please don't!..." Hui Ru struggled desperately, but Mao Yanshou held her

tightly, and she couldn't escape. At this moment, Mao Yanshou's lust had been aroused, and he uttered obscene words: "Hui Ru, don't be afraid...I will take good care of you...Come...be a good girl...come...let me kiss you..." Hui Ru was filled with regret and helplessness, terrified and at a loss. Suddenly, she felt a wet, soft tongue greedily licking her cheek, making her feel both ashamed and nauseous. Her mind went blank. In her hazy state, she felt her clothes being torn and removed, and her frail body seemed to be pushed to the ground.

When Hui Ru's naked back touched the cold floor, the coldness brought her back to her senses. She realized that she was completely naked, and Mao Yanshou was on top of her, his hands groping her body haphazardly. Overwhelmed with humiliation, Huiru could only weep uncontrollably, utterly helpless.

Exhausted, she could no longer struggle and lay limply at Mao Yanshou's mercy. Seeing Huiru's inability to resist, Mao Yanshou was secretly pleased. He spread Huiru's legs apart, exposing her vulva. Her vulva was fair and clean, with a few sparse hairs on her mons pubis. Her small labia formed a cleavage, revealing a pink clitoris. Mao Yanshou lowered his head, licked the entrance with his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva to lubricate the vagina, and then, in his haste, pulled down his pants halfway, still not quite removing them. Holding his swollen, dark penis, he thrust it forcefully into her vagina.

"Ah!..." Huiru screamed, feeling a sharp pain in her lower body, like a drum being scraped, piercing her heart and lungs, almost causing her to faint.

Mao Yanshou showed no mercy, thrusting his penis violently, panting softly. He felt Huiru's virgin vagina was incredibly tight, gripping his penis with immense pleasure. After about a hundred thrusts, Mao Yanshou suddenly felt a tingling numbness in his penis, knowing he was about to ejaculate, and he increased his speed and thrust even harder.

"Swoosh!" A thick stream of white fluid shot into Huiru's vagina, and Mao Yanshou cried out, "Ah!" before collapsing onto Huiru's body.

From the moment Mao Yanshou inserted his penis into her vagina, Huiru felt as if she were in a daze from the pain, feeling as if her entire lower body had left her body. She had no idea what Mao Yanshou was doing.

When Mao Yanshou's hot semen hit the vaginal wall, the pain in her lower body returned, but the warm semen seemed to lessen the stinging pain considerably, and the feeling of fullness in her vagina gradually loosened. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but then, overwhelmed by the hatred of losing her virginity, she started crying again.

Mao Yanshou got up and pulled out his deflated penis, wiped it haphazardly, and while getting dressed, looked at Huiru's lower body, where thick white semen, mixed with streaks of red blood, was flowing out, dripping onto the porcelain white floor, looking rather shocking.

With a satisfied yet smug grin, Mao Yanshou said, "As long as you listen to me obediently, I guarantee it will be good for you. I will definitely not mistreat you..." He shamelessly continued, "Get up and clean yourself up... The first time is always like this... You'll like this kind of thing afterward, hehe... Does it still hurt... I'll be gentler next time... Hehe!" Hui Ru felt dizzy again, thinking, "...Next time? There's going to be a next time... Oh, how painful..." Hui Ru was heartbroken again, and just cried... Wang Zhaojun sat alone by the window, gazing into the distance, lost in thought. Half a month had passed! For the past two weeks, Wang Zhaojun had been almost constantly distracted, barely eating or drinking. She often sat alone by the window, lost in thought, sometimes sighing, sometimes beaming, sometimes blushing, sometimes giggling…

Now, Wang Zhaojun was blushing again, recalling that dream, the emperor in the dream, their passionate encounter, the loneliness and melancholy upon waking, and the wetness in her lower body after waking… Although it was a dream, she remembered it clearly, and her lower body still felt a faint ache. “Alas!” Wang Zhaojun couldn’t help but sigh softly. She couldn’t tell anyone about this, yet she kept thinking about it.

Suddenly, Wang Zhong rushed home from outside, shouting, "Madam! Daughter!

Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!" Madam Wang and Wang Zhaojun were both surprised by Wang Zhong's unusual behavior. When they went to the front hall, they saw Wang Zhong panting heavily, leaning against the door frame, saying breathlessly, "...Huff...Huff...I just...went to the county town on business...I heard that the Emperor...the Emperor sent someone to Nanjun...to find the Empress of the West Palace...Huff...Huff..." Wang Zhong was still panting heavily.

Madam Wang couldn't help but chuckle. "My lord! The Emperor sent people to Nanjun to search for the Western Palace Consort. What does that have to do with us? Look at you, panting and out of breath." Wang Zhong finally caught his breath and pointed at Wang Zhaojun, saying, "The Western Palace Consort the Emperor is looking for is none other than our daughter, Zhaojun! The Emperor even said he dreamt of our daughter Zhaojun! That's why he sent people to Nanjun. Now everyone in the county knows, and I'm afraid the county magistrate will come to our house soon!" "Ah!" Madam Wang and Wang Zhaojun exclaimed in unison. Madam Wang was utterly astonished; Wang Zhaojun, however, thought shyly, "The Emperor even dreamt of me. I wonder if the dream was equally passionate..." Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Lady Wang exclaimed in surprise, "Our daughter has never seen the Emperor before, so how could he know her?... How does he know the name Wang Zhaojun?... And how did he find his way here..." Lady Wang was truly bewildered and asked Wang Zhaojun in confusion, "Daughter, have you seen the Emperor?" Actually, Lady Wang thought it was a pointless question; how could her daughter have seen the Emperor?

At this moment, Wang Zhaojun first shook her head, then nodded, her heart pounding like a deer. She said in a soft voice,

"Father! Mother!... On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, while we were admiring the moon together, I drank a little wine and then took my leave to rest. That night... I dreamt of the Emperor. He said he would bestow upon me the title of Imperial Concubine of the Western Palace, and I agreed..." Wang Zhaojun's face grew increasingly red, and her voice became softer and softer. Of course, she didn't mention her intimate encounter with the Emperor.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhong and his wife were frantic, like ants on a hot pan. They paced around aimlessly, muttering to themselves, "...How could this be?...What should we do?... " Finally, Wang Zhong calmed down first, sighing, "Since the Emperor has taken a liking to our daughter, it's a blessing for Zhaojun...As the saying goes, a man should marry when he's of age, and a woman should marry when she's of age! We, the two old folks, also hoped Zhaojun would find a good home...It's just...it's just that I'm a little reluctant to part with my daughter..." Just then, the county magistrate, accompanied by Mao Yanshou, arrived at Wang Zhong's door. Wang Zhong asked his wife and daughter to excuse themselves and turned to greet the guests. Wang Zhong respectfully invited Mao Yanshou and the county magistrate to sit down. After the servants served tea and took their leave, the county magistrate explained his purpose. Wang Zhong replied that he had already learned of the news in the county town. The county magistrate then asked Wang Zhong to have his daughter come out for verification and requested Mao Yanshou to paint her portrait to present to the Emperor.

When Wang Zhaojun appeared in the front hall, the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou's eyes lit up. Wang Zhaojun's hair was styled in a high, coiled dragon bun, adorned with phoenix hairpins. Her phoenix eyes, beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, were like autumn waters. Her soft, delicate skin seemed to break at a touch. She wore a light white gauze dress, its sleeves fluttering, making her appear like a fairy descended from

heaven. The county magistrate was dumbfounded, utterly embarrassed. Mao Yanshou couldn't help but think to himself that while he had painted many beautiful women, he had never seen anyone as breathtakingly beautiful as Wang Zhaojun. After seeing Wang Zhaojun, the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou were absolutely certain that the Empress of the Western Palace the Emperor was searching for was indeed Wang Zhaojun. They immediately invited Wang Zhaojun to the post station so that Mao Yanshou could paint her portrait, and arranged for them to return to the palace together to meet the Emperor three days later.

Wang Zhaojun packed a few simple belongings and left with the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou. Before leaving, she tearfully embraced her family, a poignant farewell. Wang Zhong knew his daughter's temper well and especially reminded her, "Daughter! From now on, you'll be alone out there. Your parents won't be able to accompany you anymore. Remember to be kind and forgiving, and don't act like a child again!" Mao Yanshou was about to paint Wang Zhaojun's portrait at the post station when he revealed his greedy nature again. She moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through underwear, the shape of her vulva was clearly visible—a small bun-like shape with thick labia. I typed to her, "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would go to the local escort website she159.com to watch her performance. Gradually, we started talking more and more. Sometimes he chats on QQ while at work; at home, he experiences alternative forms of sex, just for the feeling, enjoying the atmosphere. He jokingly tells Wang Zhaojun, "As is customary, I must first paint three portraits of Your Majesty: standing, sitting, and lying down. Since I only have ordinary ink, if Your Majesty is willing to pay for better quality ink, I can paint you even more beautifully, more vividly, and more to Your Majesty's liking." Wang Zhaojun, shrewd and quick-witted, immediately realizes that Mao Yanshou is trying to extort money. She has also heard rumors of Mao Yanshou demanding extra payment for his work, and she never expected him to try to extort her as well. She raised an eyebrow and said angrily, "Mao Yanshou! You're just a lowly seventh-rank official, yet you dare to deceive your superiors and subordinates like this. Don't you remember that His Majesty sent you here to summon me to the palace to become the Western Palace Consort? How dare you try to extort me?" Mao Yanshou realized his mistake upon hearing this. He thought to himself, "Wang Zhaojun will be the Western Palace Consort in the future. If I extort her now, how will I live in the future?" Mao Yanshou, realizing the truth, was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. His legs went weak, and he knelt down, pleading, "Your Majesty, I was confused for a moment. Please forgive me!" Wang Zhaojun, however, pressed on relentlessly, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "With superior painting skills, even the worst paint can create a masterpiece… But you need the finest paints to paint, which shows your skills are far from first-rate!" Mao Yanshou, hearing the barbed words and the veiled criticism that his supposedly best skill was inferior, was furious but dared not retaliate. He could only force a smile and say, "Your Majesty is right! I will do my best to satisfy you." Wang Zhaojun then said arrogantly, "How about this? You will paint my standing and sitting postures, while I will paint my reclining postures myself. I believe my painting skills are no less than yours. Are you willing?" What Wang Zhaojun said was true; her painting skills were indeed first-rate.

Mao Yanshou felt utterly humiliated and his self-esteem was severely damaged, but he dared not contradict her directly. He could only nod and agree, secretly plotting to get his revenge. He could only say, "I will obey Your Majesty's orders!" On his way back to meet the Emperor, Mao Yanshou looked at Wang Zhaojun's self-portrait of a reclining figure and was naturally full of admiration, praising it endlessly. He thought to himself that Wang Zhaojun's painting skills were indeed superior to his own. However, Mao Yanshou still had a knot in his heart. He was afraid that Wang Zhaojun would hold a grudge and seek revenge after being made a concubine; he also resented Wang Zhaojun's cold and sarcastic remarks.

Mao Yanshou, having made up his mind, hid the self-portrait of Wang Zhaojun, secretly painting another one to fill the gap, and adding a mole under the eyes of all three portraits. He meticulously planned his words for the audience with the emperor, determined to prevent Wang Zhaojun from becoming a concubine.

Furthermore, the previous night, Mao Yanshou had made a deal with the wealthy Lu, guaranteeing that Lu's daughter, Lu Jinding, would become a concubine in the Western Palace, and extorting ten thousand taels of silver from Lu. Lu, calculating this deal, thought that once his daughter became a concubine, he could recoup not only the ten thousand taels of silver, but even ten thousand taels of gold. Thus, the two sealed the deal with a handshake. Poor Wang Zhaojun, unaware that this journey to the emperor would be the beginning of a tragic fate.

Upon Mao Yanshou's return to the capital, Emperor Yuan immediately summoned him, eager to see the Wang Zhaojun he had longed for day and night.

Upon seeing Mao Yanshou, Emperor Yuan eagerly inquired, "Minister Mao, what was the result? Where is Zhaojun now?" Mao Yanshou knelt and replied, "Your Majesty, I was ordered to go to Nanjun to select the Western Palace Consort and palace maids. I found a total of 243, among whom two are suitable to be chosen as Imperial Consorts. I have portraits as proof, and I request Your Majesty's decision." Emperor Yuan took the portraits and looked at them. Both candidates were stunningly beautiful, but Emperor Yuan recognized Wang Zhaojun at a glance. The woman in the portrait was the woman of his dreams. Emperor Yuan couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Emperor Yuan looked up at Mao Yanshou and said, "Minister Mao, both of them are exceptionally beautiful, the best of the best. However, the one I have been looking for is Wang Zhaojun, and the one I favor is also Wang Zhaojun. I have decided to bestow upon Wang Zhaojun the title of Imperial Consort of the Western Palace." Mao Yanshou hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I did not intend to disobey the imperial decree. I only ask Your Majesty to observe carefully. Wang Zhaojun has a bad mole under her eye, commonly known as the 'mole of widowhood and tears'." This implies that Wang Zhaojun will bring misfortune to her husband. If the Emperor were to make her a Consort of the Western Palace, it might be detrimental to the court! Please, Your Majesty, reconsider.” He then spoke highly of Lu Jinding, causing Emperor Yuan to waver.

All the civil and military officials also felt the matter was of great importance and urged Emperor Yuan to act cautiously. Although Emperor Yuan was extremely reluctant, he did not want to be seen as a tyrannical ruler who loved beauty, and besides, Lu Jinding's appearance was exceptionally beautiful. Therefore, he adopted the officials' opinions and bestowed upon Lu Jinding the title of Consort of the Western Palace, and also rewarded Mao Yanshou and Lu Yuanwai. He also bestowed a thousand taels of gold upon Wang Zhaojun and ordered Mao Yanshou to escort her back to her hometown.

Mao Yanshou, fearing that his scheme would be exposed after Wang Zhaojun returned home, falsely issued an imperial edict accusing Wang Zhaojun of secretly possessing a self-portrait and intending to bewitch the Emperor with her beauty… and other fabricated charges, banishing Wang Zhaojun to the Cold Palace. The thousand taels of gold, of course, were pocketed by Mao Yanshou. Wang Zhaojun thus suffered this undeserved calamity, being imprisoned deep within the palace.

After being locked in the cold palace, Wang Zhaojun thought of living alone from then on, unable to see her beloved Emperor Yuan, and was overcome with grief, weeping loudly. She understood in her heart that it was her own willfulness that had led to Mao Yanshou's malicious framing, and she was filled with regret and hatred, but there was nothing she could do.

After being imprisoned in the cold palace, Wang Zhaojun spent her days in tears. Whenever she thought of Emperor Yuan, she would pick up her pipa and play mournful songs. Although no one heard her, even the grass, trees, birds, and beasts outside the palace seemed to grieve.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, the moon as full as a mirror. Emperor Yuan, on a whim, recalled his dream on the Mid-Autumn Festival night three years ago, and thought of Wang Zhaojun, wondering how she was doing now. His feet wandered involuntarily, and he walked towards the imperial garden of Chaoyang Palace. Standing in the pavilion where he had first met Wang Zhaojun in his dream, he carefully recalled everything from the dream, pondering this incredible and strange love.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuan faintly heard a mournful pipa song, seemingly coming from the depths of the palace. Though the song was intermittent, it conveyed a profound sorrow, bringing tears to his eyes. Curious, Emperor Yuan listened intently, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, wondering why such a mournful song could be heard within the palace walls.

He followed the sound, passing through several corridors and gardens, until he reached the inner palace grounds, a place he had never been before. The song grew clearer, and his heart grew heavier with each passing moment. Finally, Emperor Yuan discovered the music was emanating from a tiled house before him. He stood by the flowerbed in front of the house, listening intently. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he realized he had been moved to tears without even realizing it.

The song abruptly stopped, followed by a soft sigh. Though it was a soft sigh, it struck Emperor Yuan like a thunderclap, deeply resonating within him, as if a heavy blow had struck his chest. Emperor Yuan walked to the entrance of the teahouse, parted the door, and peered inside. He saw a woman with disheveled hair, holding a pipa, her back somewhat familiar.

The woman seemed to hear someone enter and slowly turned around.

When their eyes met, both of them gasped in shock.

Emperor Yuan saw Wang Zhaojun! Startled, he stumbled back several steps, wondering if he was dreaming again. He managed to utter, "Zhaojun!...Is it you?... " Upon seeing the Emperor Yuan, whom he had longed for day and night, Wang Zhaojun's pent-up emotions of the past three years burst forth. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out mournfully, "Your Majesty..." She immediately put down her pipa and rushed into Emperor Yuan's arms.

Emperor Yuan held Zhaojun tightly, fearing it was another dream; fearing that if he let go, Zhaojun would disappear again.

The anguish of longing between them, day and night, seemed to find solace only in deep embraces and passionate kisses. They embraced passionately, kissed passionately, and caressed each other with abandon…

their desire, like dry tinder thrown into a raging fire, was unstoppable. Just as in a dream, they kissed and caressed each other passionately, their clothes loosening, their teasing intense… only the carved phoenix bed in Chaoyang Palace had been replaced with a hard wooden plank, yet this did not diminish their entangled love.

Perhaps it was the pent-up desire, perhaps the joy of reunion, or perhaps the release of pent-up resentment… Wang Zhaojun abandoned the expected modesty of a woman, no longer shy and passive. She was like a female beast in heat, or even more like a prostitute in the dust of the world.

Emperor Yuan lay supine on the bed, Wang Zhaojun's hand supporting his engorged and erect penis. She lowered her head and took the glans into her mouth, "tsk!

tsk! tsk!" She sucked, licked, and gently rubbed it... as if she were playing a tune on a flute, teasing Emperor Yuan with both surprise and pleasure at her passion. Emperor Yuan could only run his hands through Wang Zhaojun's flowing hair, embracing her head, while he closed his eyes, head held high, panting, humming,

and trembling. Wang Zhaojun straddled one of Emperor Yuan's thighs, twisting her lower body, rubbing her vulva back and forth against his thigh, the flowing love juice making his thigh slippery and shiny. Although her mouth was filled with his penis, she emitted "mmm! sizzle! mmm! sizzle!" sounds from the corners of her mouth, creating a lingering, alluring erotic melody.

Wang Zhaojun opened her cherry-like mouth as wide as possible, letting Emperor Yuan's thick penis tightly squeeze her lips. "Pfft!" Wang Zhaojun swallowed the entire penis, until the glans reached her throat. She felt her mouth was completely filled with his penis, and then she sucked hard, as if she wanted to draw out Emperor Yuan's essence and internal organs through his penis.

Emperor Yuan felt a powerful attraction, sucking on his penis. A spasm-like sensation rose from his scrotum, an indescribable pleasure. Emperor Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Wang Zhaojun's lewd appearance, at her arched back and buttocks, white and flawless, like porcelain; at her breasts, though hanging upside down, they did not sag, remaining upright, only trembling slightly, with beads of sweat dripping from her chest, nipples, and buds.

Wang Zhaojun felt waves of tingling and pleasure in her vagina becoming more and more pronounced, making her increasingly excited.

Unbeknownst to her, Wang Zhaojun's movements of rubbing her lower body became faster and faster, and the frequency of swallowing and spitting out the jade rod increased. Her hand holding the rod was busy stroking it... Emperor Yuan could not resist this extreme pleasure. He forced his head back and groaned, "Ah! Ah! Ah!..." Then, "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!" streams of thick semen shot out and all of it shot into Wang Zhaojun's mouth.

In the throes of passion, Wang Zhaojun suddenly felt Emperor Yuan's penis throb and swell. A pungent, fishy smell filled her mouth, which swelled with semen. She involuntarily swallowed most of it, then looked up to see Emperor Yuan's penis covered in thick, milky semen, with a little remaining fluid trickling from the glans. Looking up again, she saw Emperor Yuan looking at her with satisfied, comfortable, grateful, and loving eyes.

Emperor Yuan sat up, seeing Wang Zhaojun's slightly parted cherry lips, his semen dripping from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, onto her full breasts, and onto his penis and lower abdomen… Emperor Yuan reached out and embraced Wang Zhaojun, kissing her cheeks, her red lips, and the semen still dripping from her mouth.

Emperor Yuan and Wang Zhaojun leaned against the headboard, Wang Zhaojun resting her head on Emperor Yuan's shoulder, waiting for the passion to subside. Emperor Yuan gently caressed Wang Zhaojun's back and breasts; Wang Zhaojun, in turn, held Emperor Yuan's waning and softening penis, gently stroking it.

Emperor Yuan softly whispered in Wang Zhaojun's ear, "Zhaojun, I've missed you so much..." Emperor Yuan then asked as if he had just realized something, "...Didn't I send someone to escort you back to Nanjun? You...how did you end up here?" "Your Majesty..." Wang Zhaojun, recalling the longing and loneliness of the past three years, couldn't help but burst into tears again, sobbing as she said, "I have been imprisoned here for three years. Mao Yanshou did not send me home; instead, he conveyed Your Majesty's decree to throw me into the cold..." Then Wang Zhaojun recounted in detail how Mao Yanshou had tried to extort money from her, and how she had been imprisoned.

Upon hearing Mao Yanshou's deception and treachery, Emperor Yuan was enraged and his anger was boundless. Hearing of Wang Zhaojun's tragic fate over the past three years, he couldn't help but shed tears. After carefully examining Wang Zhaojun and finding no trace of the "tear mole of a widow," he realized that Mao Yanshou was behind it all. Emperor Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Mao Yanshou! You dog of a slave, I will not be satisfied until I tear you to pieces!" Then, Emperor Yuan gently said to Wang Zhaojun, "Zhaojun! I will definitely seek justice for you. Tomorrow I will immediately depose Consort Lu and bestow upon you the title of Noble Consort of the Western Palace... My beloved consort... it was my momentary lapse of judgment that caused you to suffer such injustice. Hmm..." Wang Zhaojun sealed Emperor Yuan's mouth with her own, preventing him from saying any more words of apology.

Their passion intensified once more, their penises and vaginas poised for action. Wang Zhaojun rolled over, straddling Emperor Yuan's lower body, guiding his penis towards her vaginal opening, and lowered herself down, "plop!" The penis entered with a resounding

"Ah!" Wang Zhaojun was still a virgin, though in a dream...

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