Wang Zhaojun

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Wang Zhao
Author: Huang Quan During the Han Dynasty, Zigui County in Nanjun (present-day Hubei Province) was a place of beautiful scenery, truly a blessed land with outstanding people. Northwest of Zigui County was a small village, and on its southern side stood a family home—the ancestral home of Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong had once served as the Prefect of Yuezhou, but 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 labor. 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 cries 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 ordained 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 chimed in with praise, "Sir, to be honest! I've delivered countless babies over the decades, but none have been as beautiful as Miss Wang..." Pointing to the baby's face, she said, "Look! 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 held his daughter... Entering the inner room, Wang Zhong sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the weak Madam Wang lying on the bed after giving birth, and said, "Madam! You must be exhausted."
Madam Wang looked apologetic and said weakly, "I'm so sorry! I only gave birth to a daughter for you, Master... I couldn't give birth to 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 are both over fifty years old and have a child in our old age, Heaven has been very kind to us..." Wang Zhong couldn't help but say with the joy of becoming a father for the first time, "
Look! How beautiful our daughter is! Heh! Heh!..."
Madam Wang said with some comfort, "Master, please help us 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 'Zhaojun'!" Wang Zhong looked up and smiled proudly at Madam Wang. He murmured to himself, "Wang Qiang, Wang Zhaojun, Wang Qiang, Wang Zhaojun, hmm, good!..."
The naturally beautiful Wang Zhaojun exuded an elegant and gentle charm as she aged. When she 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 "sinking fish and falling geese" 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 Province called "Xiangxi" (Fragrant Stream), named after Wang Zhaojun who washed her face there for many years, giving the stream a fragrant aroma that traveled far and wide.
Wang Zhong and his wife, having had their daughter late in life, doted on Zhaojun, 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 her difficult to deal with. It was this temperament that ultimately led to her tragic fate of being sent
to the border to marry
a foreign ruler. ※ ... The eunuchs quickly stepped forward to support and escort Emperor Yuan back to Chaoyang Palace to rest.
Emperor Yuan, still dazed, felt the sudden silence fall away, leaving only profound stillness. He opened his eyes and looked around, finding himself on the dragon-phoenix bed, utterly alone. Emperor Yuan rose and strolled to the window, surveying the Imperial Garden. The bright moon hung high, its silver light filling the garden, but the 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 saw the woman's face. Instantly, he was captivated by her stunning beauty, speechless with astonishment, forgetting to even ask her anything.
The woman turned around and, seeing that it was Emperor Yuan, 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 and 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 Prefect of Yuezhou. Today, His Majesty has bestowed this banquet upon me, and I accompanied him, waiting outside the banquet hall. Unable to wait any longer, I entered the Imperial Garden to admire the flowers and the moon, thus disturbing His Majesty's presence. I
humbly beg Your Majesty's forgiveness.” Emperor Yuan found Zhaojun's voice soft and melodious, like heavenly music; and saw her beautiful and dignified appearance, which, under the moonlight, made her seem like a fairy descended from heaven. His heart fluttered, and he blurted out, “Zhaojun, so beautiful, are you betrothed?”
Upon hearing this, Zhaojun blushed shyly and lowered her head… Zhaojun answered in a barely audible whisper, "No...no..."
Though her voice was faint, Emperor Yuan heard her 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 Consort of the Western Palace..." Emperor Yuan reached out and took Zhaojun's hand, saying, "I wish to bestow upon her the title of Noble Consort of the Western Palace...would you be willing?"
Zhaojun's face flushed crimson, and she lowered her head, gazing at Emperor Yuan with her captivating eyes. Seeing his handsome and imposing figure, she silently agreed, but hesitated to speak. With great difficulty, Zhaojun nodded almost imperceptibly, as if with all her might, indicating her agreement.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Yuan was so excited he almost shouted, and he rushed forward to embrace Zhaojun tightly. Even through their clothes, Emperor Yuan could almost feel Zhaojun's soft, fair, radiant, and supple skin, which filled him with a warm and comforting sensation, making him feel relaxed and happy.
Suddenly pulled into Emperor Yuan's embrace, Zhaojun let out a soft "Eek!" and struggled slightly before her body went limp, collapsing against Emperor Yuan's broad chest as if all her strength had left her. Zhaojun felt a masculine scent rush to her head, her mind fluttering with a feeling she had never experienced before—a familiar yet strange excitement that made her heart pound wildly like a deer's.
Emperor Yuan embraced Zhaojun, feeling the soft pressure of two mounds of flesh against his chest. Zhaojun's excited heart seemed to surge through those mounds, transmitting to Emperor Yuan's 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 help but think… and lowered his head to kiss Zhaojun.
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 an unbearable tingling sensation, tilting her head back as far as she could, her whole body trembling and panting heavily. Zhaojun seemed to be drifting into a deep sleep, unaware of what Emperor Yuan was doing to her, only feeling intense excitement. In her hazy state, she felt a sense of "need," but couldn't quite put her finger on 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 the other 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, but not quite. Her lower body was completely wet, which felt quite good! Her hand gripping his penis tightened involuntarily, only to be startled by the warmth of his erect penis. 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 smooth 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 at the entrance of her vagina. Zhaojun felt a hot, molten iron rod pushing against her vulva, a sensation of both pleasure and emptiness spreading through her lower body. She couldn't help but twist her waist and thrust upwards, "Swoosh!" The penis smoothly slid in halfway. "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 this back and forth, another "Plop!" was heard, and the entire head of the emperor's penis was inside Zhaojun's vagina.
"Ah!" Zhaojun felt another sharp pain and was about to pull away again when she heard Emperor Yuan's gentle voice beside her, saying, "Does it hurt?...Relax...I'll be gentler..."
Although Zhaojun felt an 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 penetrate deeper with his penis, but simply rotated his waist and hips, letting the 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, making 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 was effectively scratching the itchy spot, not only did the pain disappear, but she also felt extremely comfortable, so she arched her waist even harder, because the deeper part of her vagina was still itchy!
Emperor Yuan felt the foreskin of his penis being pulled back, slowly entering her vagina inch by inch. The tightness became increasingly pronounced, and the folds of the vaginal walls, through slight peristalsis, were rubbing against the glans, so pleasurable that even Emperor Yuan couldn't help but groan, "Hmm! Hmm!"
When Emperor Yuan felt his penis had reached the end of her vagina, he immediately and quickly thrust his hips forward, "Whoosh!" withdrawing the glans rapidly to the vaginal opening, before slowly penetrating again, reaching its deepest point. 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 seemed to have a rhythmic cadence: "Mmm... Mmm... Ah!, Mmm... Mmm... Ah!..." adding a vibrant life to the infinitely spring-like palace.
Emperor Yuan felt Zhaojun's vagina 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 contorted in a reverse curve, with her vagina at the highest point of the arc.
Emperor Yuan felt a tingling and numb sensation in his lower back and scrotum, knowing he was about to ejaculate. He immediately stopped thrusting, tightly embracing Zhaojun's buttocks with both hands, pressing their lower bodies closely together, his penis deeply inserted at the end of her vagina.
In an instant, Emperor Yuan's glans throbbed and contracted rapidly, "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!" Streams of thick semen shot straight into her core, the extremely pleasurable feeling making Emperor Yuan tremble.
Zhaojun suddenly felt that Emperor Yuan's penis had stopped thrusting, but was now firmly filling her vagina. She couldn't help but open her eyes and saw Emperor Yuan's serious face, his naked upper body drenched in sweat and glistening, as if he had descended from heaven.
As Zhaojun gazed intently, she suddenly felt a surge of heat rush to her uterus, and couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" An unprecedented feeling of pleasure made her whole body go limp, and with a "thud," she collapsed onto the bed, her penis and vagina separating...
Emperor Yuan opened his eyes in surprise and looked around, letting out a startled cry. 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. The bed seemed untouched by the passion; everything appeared normal. Emperor Yuan looked down at his soaked 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, every detail so clear, so clear... 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.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The morning court session in the imperial palace was underway. The civil and military officials had finished their reports and were preparing to leave.
Emperor Yuan couldn't contain himself and asked, "Last night I had a wonderful dream, a very vivid one. 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 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 intimate 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 as well send an envoy to Nanjun to inquire. If no one named Wang Zhaojun is found, then surely a concubine of Your Majesty's favor will be found within the territory of Nanjun."
Emperor Yuan granted the request and said, "Are you all willing to do this for me?"
The Minister stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the selection of concubines and palace maids in the palace is always done by sending painters to draw portraits beforehand, and then Your Majesty selects according to the portraits. Therefore, a painter 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 painting portraits. Your Majesty can send Mao Yanshou to Nanjun to inquire."
Mao Yanshou was a man who loved money more than life itself. He often used his assignments to search for imperial concubines and palace maids to extort extra money from them. Therefore, when he was once again ordered to go to Nanjun to select imperial concubines and palace maids, he was naturally very excited and determined to make a fortune from it.
When Mao Yanshou arrived in Zigui County, the county magistrate specially arranged a spacious mansion for him to stay in. Every day, he was treated to a feast of delicacies, not to mention the silver and jewels. The county magistrate believed that Mao Yanshou was an imperial inspector and earnestly requested that Mao Yanshou put in a good word for him with the emperor, which would greatly increase his chances of promotion and wealth. Therefore, he was happy to accept Mao Yanshou's minor official position, feeling that it was justified and that he was too happy 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, patched clothes already kneeling and 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 struggle to make ends meet. 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 enough to eat."
Only then did Mao Yanshou notice that behind the old man was also kneeling a young girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and frail, with her head bowed and a shy, childlike face. 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 are 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 and placed them on the table, then asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"
The girl wiped away her tears with her clothes and replied, "My name is Li Huiru, and I'm fifteen years old."
As Mao Yanshou listened, he carefully examined Huiru. Although Huiru wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a delicate and youthful air about her. Her thin figure seemed to indicate she had just recovered from a serious illness, and her breasts were slightly protruding, suggesting she was just starting to develop... This sight aroused Mao Yanshou's lust, and his crotch 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 bring you to the palace... Moreover, I think this silver is all your family has, and I can't bear to accept it. I'll send someone back later... Hmm... Perhaps I can give him some more silver to supplement the family income."
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, saying, "Thank you so much for your kindness, sir. I will surely repay your great kindness in the future.
" Mao Yanshou reached out to help Huiru up, but after Huiru stood still, he didn't let go. Instead, he held Huiru's hand and said, "Don't be so polite with me. After entering the palace, you can wear fine silk and satin every day and eat delicacies from land and sea..."
Mao Yanshou tempted Huiru, trying to win her over. "As for repaying me... you don't have to wait until later... hehe... you can repay me now... hehe..."
Huiru didn't understand what Mao Yanshou meant and was full of suspicion. Suddenly, she was startled to find Mao Yanshou's rough hand lightly stroking her chin. Huiru hurriedly tried to dodge, 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 arms around Huiru and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Hui Ru was both shocked and ashamed, 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 beastly nature was aroused, and he uttered obscene words: "Hui Ru, don't be afraid...I'll be gentle...Come on...Be a good girl...Come on...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 a daze, she felt her clothes being torn and removed, and her weak 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 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. Huiru's vulva was delicate 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 into her vulva with a powerful thrust. "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 entered 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, pulled out his deflated penis, wiped it haphazardly, and while getting dressed, looked at Huiru's lower body. 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 you'll benefit. I definitely won't treat you unfairly..." He continued shamelessly, "Get up and clean yourself up... The first time is always like this... You'll like it later, hehe... Does it still hurt... I'll be gentler next time... Hehe!"
Hui Ru felt dizzy again, thinking, "...Next time? There's always a next time... Oh, how painful..." Hui Ru was heartbroken again, only able to cry...
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Wang Zhaojun sat alone by the window again, 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 softly, 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, the wetness in her lower body after waking… Although it was a dream, she remembered it clearly, and even felt a faint ache in her lower body at the time. “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 a little 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 dreamed 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 dreamed 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 utterly 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 softly, "Father! Mother!... On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, while we were admiring the moon together, I drank a little wine and then excused myself 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 hope that Zhaojun will 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 outside Wang Zhong's house. 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 was dressed 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 to return to the palace together to meet the Emperor in three days.
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 temperament well and especially reminded her, "Daughter! From now on, you will be alone away from home, and your parents will no longer be able to accompany you. Please remember to be kind and tolerant, and don't act like a child again!"
Just as Mao Yanshou was about to paint Wang Zhaojun's portrait at the post station, he revealed his greedy nature again, grinning and saying to Wang Zhaojun, "According to custom, I need to paint three portraits of Your Majesty first, one standing, one sitting, and one lying down. Because the paint I have prepared is just ordinary ink, if Your Majesty is willing to pay for the better paints yourself, then I can paint Your Majesty even more beautifully, more vividly, and more pleasing to the Emperor."
Wang Zhaojun was shrewd and immediately knew that Mao Yanshou was trying to extort money. Moreover, she had heard about Mao Yanshou demanding extra payment for his paintings; she never expected that Mao Yanshou would try to extort her as well. She raised an eyebrow and angrily said, "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, still not letting up, said with a hint of sarcasm, "With superior painting skills, even the worst paint can create a masterpiece... But you need the best paint to paint, which shows that your painting skills are not first-rate!"
Mao Yanshou, hearing the barbed words from Wang Zhaojun, who was mocking his supposedly best painting skills as inferior, was furious but dared not retaliate. He could only smile obsequiously and say, "Your Majesty is right! I will certainly do my best to satisfy Your Majesty."
Wang Zhaojun then arrogantly said, "How about this! You will paint my standing and sitting portraits, while I will paint my reclining portrait myself. I believe my painting skills are no less than yours. Are you willing?" Wang Zhaojun's words were indeed true; her painting skills were first-rate.
Mao Yanshou felt deeply humiliated and his self-esteem was severely damaged, but he dared not contradict her directly. He could only nod and agree, secretly plotting to regain his pride. He could only say, "I will obey Your Majesty's orders!"
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ On his way back to meet the Emperor, Mao Yanshou looked at the reclining portrait painted by Wang Zhaojun herself and was naturally full of admiration, praising it endlessly. He thought that Wang Zhaojun's painting skills were indeed superior to his own. However, Mao Yanshou still harbored resentment. He feared that Wang Zhaojun would hold a grudge and retaliate 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. The two men sealed the deal with a handshake. Alas! 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. A total of 243 were found, among whom two are suitable to be selected as Imperial Consorts. I now have portraits as proof, and I request Your Majesty's wise decision."
Emperor Yuan took the portraits and looked at them. Both candidates for Imperial Consorts were stunningly beautiful, but Emperor Yuan recognized Wang Zhaojun at a glance. The person in the portrait was the person 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 these women are exceptionally beautiful, the best of their time. However, the one I seek is Wang Zhaojun, and the one I favor is also Wang Zhaojun. Therefore, I have decided to bestow upon Wang Zhaojun the title of Imperial Concubine of the Western Palace."
Mao Yanshou hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I did not intend to disobey your decree. I only ask that Your Majesty observe carefully. Wang Zhaojun has a mole under her eye, commonly known as the 'mole of widowhood and tears.' This indicates that Wang Zhaojun will bring misfortune to her husband. If Your Majesty appoints her as Imperial Concubine of the Western Palace, I fear it will be detrimental to the court! I urge Your Majesty to reconsider." He then spoke some good words about Lu Jinding, causing Emperor Yuan to waver. All the civil
and military officials in the court also felt that the matter was of great importance and all urged Emperor Yuan to act cautiously. Although Emperor Yuan was extremely unwilling, he did not want to be seen as a tyrannical ruler who lusted after beautiful women. Moreover, Lu Jinding's appearance was exceptionally beautiful. Therefore, he adopted the advice of his officials and bestowed upon Lu Jinding the title of Imperial Concubine 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's return, forged an imperial edict accusing Wang Zhaojun of 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, imprisoned in the deep inner palace.
After being locked in the Cold Palace, Wang Zhaojun, thinking of living alone from then on and unable to see her beloved Emperor Yuan, was overcome with grief and wept bitterly. She understood in her heart that it was her own willfulness that had led to Mao Yanshou's malicious framing. She was filled with regret and resentment, but there was nothing she could do.
After being imprisoned in the cold palace, Wang Zhaojun spent every day 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 plants, trees, birds, and beasts outside the courtyard seemed to grieve for her.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ It was the Mid-Autumn Festival again, the moon as full as a mirror.
Emperor Yuan, on a whim, recalled his dream from three years ago on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and thought of Wang Zhaojun, wondering how she was doing now. His feet wandered involuntarily 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 innermost courtyard of the palace, 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 coming 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 light sigh, it struck Emperor Yuan like a thunderclap, deeply reverberating 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...?"
Upon seeing the Emperor Yuan, whom she 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 sorrow… 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 swollen, erect penis. She lowered her head and took the glans into her mouth, making sounds like "tsk! tsk! tsk!"—sucking, licking, and gently rubbing—as if she were playing a tune on a flute. This teased Emperor Yuan, surprising him with her passion and delighting him with her seduction. Emperor Yuan could only run his hands through Wang Zhaojun's flowing hair, holding 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 made Emperor Yuan's thigh slippery and shiny. Although her mouth was stuffed with his penis, she made sounds like "mmm! sizzle! mmm! sizzle!" 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 the penis, and then she sucked hard, as if she wanted to suck out all of Emperor Yuan's essence and internal organs through the penis.
Emperor Yuan felt a powerful attraction, as if sucking on his penis. A spasm-like sensation rose from his scrotum, an indescribable pleasure. He opened his eyes to Wang Zhaojun's wanton appearance, her arched back and buttocks, white and flawless, like porcelain; her breasts, though hanging upside down, showed no signs of sagging, remaining erect, only trembling slightly, beads of sweat dripping from her chest, nipples, and buds. Wang Zhaojun
felt waves of tingling pleasure in her vagina growing stronger, making her increasingly excited.
Unconsciously, her movements became faster, her swallowing and releasing of the penis quickening, her hand busily stroking it… Emperor Yuan couldn't resist this extreme pleasure, straining to tilt his head back, moaning, "Ah! Ah! Ah!…", then, "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!" Streams of thick semen shot out, all of it landing in 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 that Emperor Yuan's penis was 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 and saw Wang Zhaojun's slightly parted cherry lips, his semen dripping from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, onto her full breasts, and then 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 slowly subside. Emperor Yuan reached out and 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 miss you so much... Ah..." Emperor Yuan then asked as if he had just realized something, "...Didn't I send someone to escort you back to Nanjun?...? 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 flared. 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 widowhood," 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 her 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 flipped over, straddling Emperor Yuan's lower body, guiding his penis towards her honeyed entrance, and then sat down. "Plop!" His penis slid in with a sound.
"Ah!" Wang Zhaojun was still a virgin. Although she had been intimate with Emperor Yuan in her dreams, this was her first real encounter. Wang Zhaojun felt a pang of regret for her carelessness and recklessness; she hadn't even remembered that she was still a virgin, how could she withstand such forceful penetration? But then she thought, since she had already done it, so be it! This pain couldn't be more intense than the agony of the past three years! Wang Zhaojun gritted her teeth, holding onto Emperor Yuan's shoulders, her waist moving up and down...
Emperor Yuan looked at Wang Zhaojun's slightly bouncing, jade-like breasts, lowered his head, and took them into his mouth...
This battle would probably last until dawn!
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The next day, the morning court. Emperor Yuan recounted the entire truth to his officials in court, deposed Consort Lu, and reinstated Wang Zhaojun as the Noble Consort of the Western Palace. He also sent men to arrest Mao Yanshou, intending to punish him for the serious crime of deceiving the emperor. However, Mao Yanshou, not destined to die, fled upon hearing the news; Consort Lu, unable to bear the blow, hanged herself.
Meanwhile, Mao Yanshou disguised himself and escaped through Yanmen Pass, fleeing to the Xiongnu beyond the Great Wall. Resentful and seeking revenge on Wang Zhaojun, Mao Yanshou presented the Xiongnu king with a portrait of Wang Zhaojun herself, while simultaneously inciting the king to invade the Central Plains and force Emperor Yuan to hand over Wang Zhaojun to quell the war.
Sure enough, the Xiongnu king was captivated by the portrait and immediately followed Mao Yanshou's plan. The Han army, seemingly complacent and neglecting training, suffered repeated defeats in battle. The Xiongnu, in their pursuit, spread the word that if Wang Zhaojun "went beyond the Great Wall to make peace with the Xiongnu," they would immediately withdraw their troops.
When Emperor Yuan learned of the conditions proposed by the Xiongnu, he was deeply saddened. He was reluctant to let Wang Zhaojun leave, but he couldn't think of a way to repel the enemy. Emperor Yuan was caught in a dilemma and frowned all day.
When Wang Zhaojun heard the news, she was even more torn. She thought, "...I must leave my beloved and go to the frontier alone. The customs and people in the desert are unfamiliar and desolate. How can I bear it... But for the peace of the country and the safety of the people from the scourge of war, what does it matter if I sacrifice myself..." Wang Zhaojun made up her mind and requested an audience with the emperor.
Wang Zhaojun knelt before Emperor Yuan, weeping, "Your Majesty, I know of the state affairs you are worried about. It was all caused by Mao Yanshou… If I had bribed him back then, none of this trouble would have happened. So I am also at fault. Although I regret my past arrogance and willfulness, it is too late… For the sake of the court, for the sake of the people, and to atone for my sins, please, Your Majesty, grant the barbarian king's conditions and allow me to go beyond the Great Wall to marry him!…"
Emperor Yuan, of course, refused and tried to comfort her. Wang Zhaojun continued, "If Your Majesty does not agree, then you will implicate me in disloyalty and injustice, and future generations will condemn me as a scourge to the country and its people, while simultaneously mocking Your Majesty as a tyrannical ruler who is lustful and disregards the safety of the nation! How can I bear such a heavy historical infamy… If Your Majesty does not agree, then you are harming me; you are not loving me!…"
Emperor Yuan, with tears in his eyes, deeply admired Wang Zhaojun's patriotic and compassionate heart. Emperor Yuan helped Wang Zhaojun up, and seeing her expression, both strong and fragile, he finally couldn't help but embrace her, bursting into tears and crying out excitedly, "My beloved Zhaojun... I can't bear to part with her! Ah..."
The result was another passionate embrace, only... only much more poignant...
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Inside the desert tent, the barbarian king, basking in the aroma of wine and meat, looked at Wang Zhaojun sitting beside him and couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Wang Zhaojun, with a seductive and delicate air, placed her hand on the barbarian king's bulging crotch and breathed into his ear, saying, "Your Majesty, you must promise me two things before I will agree to anything..." She squeezed the king's hard, swollen penis through his trousers and continued, "Otherwise, I will commit suicide, so Your Majesty will never have me... um..."
The barbarian king grinned lewdly and said, "Haha!? Say it!? Say it!... Don't say two; I'd agree to two hundred!... Hahaha!..."
Wang Zhaojun said, "Mao Yanshou has wronged me terribly, Your Majesty, you must help me get justice and kill him...
Also, Your Majesty, you must promise me that you will never invade the Central Plains again..."
The barbarian king said, "Okay! Okay! I'll listen to everything... Hehe... Come! Let me kiss you first... Hehe..."
Wang Zhaojun lived in the northern frontier for sixteen years. When the Xiongnu king died, his eldest son inherited the throne. According to Xiongnu custom, a son could choose to marry his father's deceased wife. The heir wanted to marry Wang Zhaojun. Wang Zhaojun felt this was incestuous, contrary to the Chinese ethics she followed, and unable to resist, she committed suicide by poison.
After her death, the Xiongnu buried her with great ceremony in the desert she hated most. Later generations called it "Green Tomb."
(More rambling)
After writing three stories, I was shocked to realize: the beauties in these stories all suffered extremely tragic fates. Reflecting on the beauties of past dynasties in my memory, not a single one had a happy life; their lives were either filled with hardship or they did not die peacefully.
Alas! Is it really true that "beautiful women have short lives"?

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