Empress Wu Yun

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Since Zhu Wen usurped the throne at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Empire, which had been struggling to survive for 289 years, came to an end. Because Zhu Wen's accession to the throne was illegitimate, the regional military governors were not obedient. After more than 20 years of fighting among the various military governors, the number of separatist regimes gradually decreased. The two states of "Zhao" in the north and "Qi" in the south were formed with the Qinling Mountains and Huai River as the line.
Chapter 1
Six Years After the
Da Zhao Dynasty's Inheritance The capital of the Da Zhao Dynasty, Kaifeng, within the inner city of the Tiansheng Palace,
lay in the magnificent imperial bedchamber. The current Da Zhao Emperor, Wu Ling, with her long hair flowing freely and wearing only a light, revealing garment, reclined on a couch, her eyes closed in a state of semi-dormancy. Wu Ling possessed fair skin and a graceful figure, her breasts and long legs subtly visible. Those unfamiliar with the situation would hardly believe that such a young woman was already 43 years old.
The bed was shrouded in curtains, and a
female official in a bright red brocade dragon robe stood guard before the curtains, holding a knife. This official, named Wu Yun, had served the Empress since the age of 13, and was known among the court officials as the Emperor's shadow. She was Emperor Wu Ling's personal attendant, holding the position of Grand Supervisor of the Imperial Palace. All memorials from the Three Departments, Six Ministries, and the Cabinet were submitted to Wu Yun's Grand Supervisory Office for review. She personally approved minor matters, while major matters were presented to the Emperor for final decision. She was second only to the Emperor, enjoying immense imperial favor.
"Reporting—Emperor Tianzhao!" A female Imperial Guard soldier, over six feet tall (1 foot 30cm), holding a spear in her right hand and a sword in her left, clad in black iron armor, entered and knelt on one knee, saying in a deep voice, "Marquis Zhao Jin of Fuyan requests an audience."
The Imperial Guard, composed of 18,000 tall and strong female soldiers, each over six feet tall, guarded the palace.
"Summon him!" Wu Ling, who had been feigning sleep, exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Marquis Zhao Jin of Fuyan, 26 years old, was a favored minister who had been tasked with finding male lovers for Wu Ling. He had been granted a marquisate for his service to Wu Ling, and while the court officials disdained to associate with him, Zhao Jin remained unconcerned.
A moment later, a female soldier led in a middle-aged man dressed in a dusty, short cloth robe, but with a dignified appearance. Perhaps he hadn't had time to change his clothes in his haste, Zhao Jin reeked of a strange odor, even causing Wu Ling's female official, Wu Yun, to sniff.
Upon entering, Zhao Jin immediately knelt down and prostrated himself in a servile manner, saying, "Your subject, Zhao Jin, Marquis of Fuyan, pays respects to the Holy and Divine Emperor Tianzhao! Long live the Emperor!" He then kowtowed several times.
"Rise!" Wu Ling said with a smile, eagerly telling Zhao Jin, "Come to my side quickly."
"Your subject obeys," Zhao Jin replied, happily walking towards Wu Ling's bedchamber.
The female official Wu Yun, without changing her expression, reached out and pulled back the curtain. Zhao Jin smoothly entered and sat down beside Wu Ling. Zhao Jin was one of Empress Wu Ling's male favorites. Wu Ling enjoyed associating with dirty men, so Zhao Jin never bathed, which was one reason why court officials kept their distance from him. Of course, Wu Ling only liked it when her male favorites were a little dirty. In court and at other times, Wu Ling required officials to dress cleanly. If officials also behaved this way, making the court a mess, then they should prepare to pack up and go home.
"Why are you still wearing clothes?" Wu Ling said coquettishly.
"I'll take them off now..." Zhao Jin unbuckled his belt, threw off his clothes, and left them outside the curtain. His body was naked, and a long, thick penis hung between his legs. Wu Ling reached out and pulled the naked Zhao Jin into her arms. The two sat facing each other, their waists intertwined. Because it had been a long time since they had done this, and Zhao Jin didn't dare to seek out other women, his limp penis became engorged and hard as soon as it touched Wu Ling's firm and full abdomen, pressing against the Empress's belly.
"Your little brother is not behaving himself." Wu Ling's eyes were seductive, and her slender hand grasped Zhao Jin's penis, stroking it up and down. Her palm cupped Zhao Jin's scrotum, kneading it, causing Zhao Jin's glans to become even more purple and swollen like an egg. Wu Ling pressed against Zhao Jin's chest, smelling the masculine hormones emanating from his body. That strong scent was Wu Ling's best aphrodisiac.
"Ah~ Your Majesty's technique~" Zhao Jin groaned as he suddenly hugged Empress Wu Ling tightly, his legs clamping around her waist. He rubbed his penis against her firm, elastic abdomen, and Wu Ling's hands, unable to pull away, were also gripped tightly by his penis.
Wu Ling's breasts, through the silk, pressed tightly against Zhao Jin's chest. Zhao Jin reached his hands to Wu Ling's back, skillfully pinching and massaging patches of her white skin through her clothes. One hand slid down to the Empress's full, round buttocks and slapped her hard, eliciting a groan from the Empress, her buttocks trembling.
Because Zhao Jin hadn't bathed for nearly a month, and had deliberately smeared his hands with the bottom of a pot before arriving, the back of Empress Wu Ling's clothes was covered in black marks after this haphazard groping. Anyone unaware of Wu Ling's identity would have thought she was being violated by Zhao Jin. Standing outside the bed curtains, the female official Wu Yun glanced at the two people pleasuring themselves inside and felt a wetness creep into her groin. She cursed inwardly, "What shameless sluts!" Although Wu Yun was disgusted by Empress Wu Ling's seemingly promiscuous private life, she remained loyal to the Empress; otherwise, she wouldn't be in her position.
"Ah~" Zhao Jin slipped his hand through her clothes into the Empress's buttocks, his fingers rubbing along her anus, causing her buttocks to tremble. He then hooked his index and middle fingers inside her already overflowing vulva, the silk covering his fingers swirling inside her vagina, quickly soaking her clothes.
"Your Majesty, you are so lewd, even more wanton than the prostitutes in the brothels of the countryside," Zhao Jin whispered in Wu Ling's ear, uttering sweet nothings. Only at this moment did Zhao Jin dare to speak such disrespectful words; those who dared to say such things at other times would be meeting the emperors of the previous dynasty.
Zhao Jin held his fingers, which were wet from picking at Wu Ling's private parts, to her lips: "Your Majesty, taste what your vaginal fluids taste like." Without waiting for Wu Ling's consent, he shoved his fingers into her red lips, wantonly playing with and kneading her tender tongue. The thought of the dignified Empress Wu Ling, the ruler of the Central Plains, acting like a lowly prostitute in front of him filled Zhao Jin with excitement. Did those high-ranking officials of the court have this ability?
Of course, this was just Zhao Jin's sour grapes mentality. If these high-ranking officials wanted to have sex with Empress Wu Ling, she wouldn't object. The only problem was that once you became a male concubine, you'd have to resign from all your posts, completely distance yourself from politics, and live a life of infrequent "favor" as a male prostitute. Besides, the Empress might never touch you again, which would be a huge loss. Of all the Empress's male concubines, Zhao Jin was the most favored because he not only knew how to please her but also possessed an unusually large penis, thus frequently getting opportunities to be close to her. However
, the Empress's intense sexual addiction was taking its toll on Zhao Jin. He was barely 30, yet he already looked like a middle-aged man. What if he became old and frail by 50 and lost her favor? So, after Zhao Jin's persistent whispering in her ear, and because Wu Ling was also troubled by the lack of someone to help her find male concubines, she put Zhao Jin in charge of finding distinctive male concubines to bring to the palace.
"Hmm~" Wu Ling pressed Zhao Jin down on the bed and murmured, "Hmph, comparing me to those lowly women in brothels! I'll punish you!"
After pinning Zhao Jin down on the bed, Wu Ling stuck out her red tongue and licked Zhao Jin's neck. She even buried her high nose in Zhao Jin's hairy armpits to smell the scent. She licked down his chest, nipples, abdomen, and even the pubic hair on his mons pubis. Zhao Jin, who hadn't bathed for almost a month and was covered in dust from his journey, was licked so thoroughly by Wu Ling that his skin became shiny and whiter than before. A layer of dirt had been licked clean by Wu Ling's mouth. Even the prostitutes in those brothels wouldn't do such a thing, Zhao Jin thought.
Wu Ling pressed Zhao Jin's glans against her nostrils, inhaling deeply. A strong, fishy smell filled her nose. The Empress then took the glans into her mouth and sucked on it. Zhao Jin almost ejaculated from Wu Ling's sucking, but he managed to hold back. Soon, Wu Ling had licked the entire penis clean.
"Hmph, you've improved," the Empress muttered, seeing that she hadn't managed to suck any semen out of the penis in her mouth.
"Sit on my face," the Empress said, slapping Zhao Jin's thigh as he lay down on the pillow.
"Yes, sir." Zhao Jin got up and went to Wu Ling's head, spreading his buttocks so that his anus was directly facing Wu Ling's face, revealing his dark yellow anus. Instantly, a stench filled the curtained area. Even the female official Wu Yun outside touched her nose and cursed inwardly: How filthy and lewd.
To satisfy the Empress's "taste," Zhao Jin never wiped after defecating. If he had diarrhea, he would scrape it with tree bark, causing his anus to itch constantly. Despite this foul-smelling anus, Empress Wu Ling was infatuated with it. She simply pressed her high nose against the anus and said, "Tighten it!"
"Yes!" Zhao Jin sat down hard, pressing his entire anus against Wu Ling's face. To thoroughly carry out the Empress's order to tighten it, Zhao Jin slightly raised Wu Ling's head and then put his legs under the pillow, sitting cross-legged on Wu Ling's face.
Zhao Jin could clearly feel a worm wriggling in his anus, and he could feel something tightly sucking his buttocks. Zhao Jin knew it was Wu Ling's nostrils; his entire buttocks were blocking the Empress's breathing passage. The thought that the invincible Northern Dynasty overlord was being suffocated by an ordinary person like himself filled him with a sense of satisfaction, though the idea of suffocation was just a joke.
Zhao Jin glanced at the female official outside the curtain. Wu Ling remained motionless, but the sharp-eyed Zhao Jin noticed her legs rubbing together.
Wu Ling could no longer breathe; her nose and mouth were covered by Zhao Jin's buttocks. As oxygen decreased, Wu Ling's legs tensed—finally, Wu Ling felt a gush of fluid spurt from her groin, and the buttocks that had been pressing on her breathing were suddenly released. A rush of fresh air filled her lungs… It was good to be alive… Wu Ling savored the taste of near-death.
At this moment, Wu Ling's face was flushed red. Her once dignified expression looked completely disheveled. There were black and yellowish fecal stains on her lips and nose, and a few curly hairs stuck to the corners of her mouth, whether anal or pubic hair, it
was hard to tell. "That was great!" Wu Ling shouted with her hair still stuck to her mouth. "Your move, 'Mount Tai Pressing Down,' pleased me greatly." Wu Ling was not like a woman at all, showing no sense of shame whatsoever.
"Take off my clothes." Wu Ling said
. "Yes, Your Majesty." Zhao Jin skillfully removed Wu Ling's clothes. Wu Ling was only wearing a thin garment, with nothing underneath, revealing a fair and well-built female body. Although Wu Ling was over 40 years old, her body was still like that of a young girl. Her legs were long and firm, and her figure was curvaceous. She could easily pass for a 20-year-old girl. Moreover, Wu Ling was tall, and her breasts and buttocks were even more substantial.
However, the only flaw was the scars on Wu Ling's body. This was natural; as a warrior-turned-emperor, Wu Ling had fought in over ten years and participated in hundreds of battles, so it was impossible for her to be completely unscathed. Before becoming emperor, Wu Ling's skin wasn't as delicate and fair as it is now; it was rough and wheat-colored. Those who had been with Wu Ling felt as if they were having sex with a man. It was only after
becoming emperor that she had time to take care of herself, resulting in such smooth skin and a more feminine appearance. Wu Ling had countless knife and arrow wounds on her body
. For example, the round breast that Zhao Jin was currently touching had a huge centipede-like scar, and there were also wounds on her back, which I won't describe in detail. "Come on!" Wu Ling placed Zhao Jin's glans at the entrance of her vagina and said, "Fuck me hard! You'll be richly rewarded if you fuck me good!"
Zhao Jin didn't say much and directly inserted his penis into Wu Ling's lower body. Wu Ling's lower body was inevitably a bit dark due to excessive sexual activity, but the vagina of a woman who practiced martial arts was different; it was still so tight.
Wu Ling's vaginal cavity tightly bound Zhao Jin's worm-like penis, each thrust turning some of the flesh inside out. Zhao Jin flipped Wu Ling over, his lower body pounding against her like a heavy battering ram, fast and fierce, causing Wu Ling's buttocks to undulate.
"Ah! Faster!" Wu Ling cried out, her buttocks and waist forming a beautiful curve as she lay on all fours.
"I'll fuck you to death, you old bitch!" Zhao Jin placed one hand on Wu Ling's buttocks and used the other to gather her loose hair, pulling it back like a rope. On the dragon bed, Zhao Jin thrust violently like riding a wild horse, eliciting continuous moans from Wu Ling.
Wu Ling, perhaps annoyed by Zhao Jin's slow movements, turned around and pinned him down on the bed (not even worried about breaking his penis), assuming a female-on-top position. Wu Ling placed her hands on Zhao Jin's shoulders, kneeling on either side of his legs, her buttocks rapidly shaking, copious amounts of vaginal fluid dripping onto the bed. Even Wu Yun, the female official standing outside the curtain, though having seen it many times, was secretly astonished; no one else could shake their buttocks so quickly.
Naturally, before Wu Ling's appearance, society still demanded that women maintain their chastity. The only male consorts like Wu Ling were Empress Wu Zetian and Princess Taiping of the previous dynasty; these two certainly couldn't compare to the current emperor. Since Wu Ling ascended the throne and committed various absurd acts, the status of women in the Zhao Kingdom has risen like a rocket. With Wu Ling as a living example, the women of the Zhao Kingdom have gradually become like men, with women entering politics, business, and the military. However, all sorts of absurd things have also emerged one after another: sisters sharing one husband, two husbands sharing one wife, mothers and daughters fighting over men, two women fighting each other for men, and some wealthy women even keeping male lovers, with their sons-in-law daring not to speak out... all things that would be considered absurd enough to warrant execution in the Southern Tang Dynasty.
"Ah~" Wu Ling and Zhao Jin cried out simultaneously from behind the curtain. Wu Ling collapsed onto Zhao Jin's chest, her hips pressed tightly against his. Zhao Jin also held Wu Ling tightly, his buttocks shaking continuously, indicating that he had ejaculated all the thick semen he had accumulated over the past six months into Wu Ling's uterus.
As for whether she would get pregnant, Wu Ling didn't care. For Wu Ling, who had already given birth to 13 children, having children was as easy as eating. Wu Ling gave birth to her first child when she was 21 and occupied Ningzhou. At that time, Wu Ling's power was not strong, and the child was the product of a marriage alliance to gain the support of the local powerful Gao family. If her eldest son were still alive, he would be 21 years old this year.
"Not bad, a reward of 500 silver dollars. Go to the treasury to get it later." Wu Ling rewarded Zhao Jin with satisfaction. 500 silver dollars could allow a family of five to live a wealthy life for a year.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhao Jin hugged Wu Ling in his arms, his penis still soaking inside her vagina. "This time, I traveled around the world and found quite a few male dogs for you, you bitch."
"Oh, tell the bitch about it." Wu Ling didn't care at all that Zhao Jin called her a bitch; on the contrary, she liked flirting with men like this.
"I had someone draw a picture. Oh, it's in my clothes." Zhao Jin tried to get up to pick up the clothes that had been thrown outside the curtain, but Wu Ling pressed him down and wouldn't let him move.
"Lie still and don't move," Wu Ling said, then turned to the female attendant and said, "Yun, bring that booklet."
"Yes," Wu Yun replied, rummaging through her clothes and finding a booklet, which she handed behind the curtain.
"This is it," Empress Wu Ling said, delighted.
"Exactly..."
Wu Ling listened as Zhao Jin described the men in the booklet in detail...

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