Chinese Beauties Through the Ages Series – Wang Zhaojun 2

At this moment, Mao Yanshou was consumed by lust and his beastly desires were aroused. He uttered obscene words: "Huiru,
don't be afraid ... I will take good care of you... Come on... be a good girl... come on... let me kiss you..."

Huiru was filled with remorse and helplessness, terrified and at a loss for what to do. 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 Huiru's naked back touched the cold floor, the coldness brought her back to her senses. She
realized she was naked, and Mao Yanshou was on top of her, his hands groping her body. Unable to bear the humiliation
, Huiru could only weep, not knowing what to do. Exhausted, she could no longer struggle and could only
lie letting Mao Yanshou do as he pleased.

Seeing that Hui Ru was powerless to resist, Mao Yanshou was secretly delighted. He spread Hui Ru's legs apart, exposing her
vulva. Hui Ru's 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 smear of saliva to lubricate the vagina, and then, in his haste, pulled his pants down halfway without even taking them off. Holding his swollen,
dark penis, he thrust it forcefully into her vagina.

"Ah!..." Hui Ru screamed, feeling a sharp pain in her lower body, like a drum being scraped, piercing her heart and lungs,
almost suffocating her.

Mao Yanshou showed no mercy, violently thrusting his penis, only panting, "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!"
He felt that Hui Ru's virgin vagina was incredibly tight, constricting his penis with immense pleasure. After about a hundred thrusts
, Mao Yanshou suddenly felt a tingling and numb sensation in his penis, knowing he was about to ejaculate, and he increased his speed and thrust harder.

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

From the moment Mao Yanshou inserted his penis into her vagina, Huiru had been in so much pain that she felt dizzy, 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 walls, 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 was becoming more and more relaxed. She couldn't help but "Phew!" and let out a sigh of relief
, but then, overwhelmed by the hatred of losing her virginity, she started crying again.

Mao Yanshou stood up, pulled out his deflated penis, wiped it haphazardly, and while getting ready, looked at Huiru's genitals
. Thick white semen, mixed with streaks of red blood, was flowing out, dripping onto the porcelain white floor, a somewhat
shocking sight .

Mao Yanshou, with a satisfied yet lingering smirk, said, "As long as you listen to me obediently, I guarantee
it will be good . I will definitely not mistreat you..." Mao Yanshou shamelessly added, "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 ... Hehe!"

Huiru felt dizzy again, thinking, "...Next time? There's going to be a next time... Oh, how painful..."
Huiru was heartbroken again, only able to cry...

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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, 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… Though 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 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!' Lady Wang

and Wang Zhaojun were both surprised by Wang Zhong's unusual behavior. They went to the front hall and saw Wang Zhong, panting heavily, leaning against
the doorframe , saying breathlessly, "...Huff...Huff...I just...went to the county town on business...I heard
the Emperor...the Emperor sent someone to Nanjun...to find the Empress of the Western Palace...Huff...Huff..." Wang Zhong was still panting heavily.

Lady Wang couldn't help but find it amusing: "My lord! The Emperor sending someone to Nanjun to find the Empress of the Western Palace, what does that have to do with us
? Look at you, so out of breath."

Wang Zhong finally caught his breath a little and pointed at Wang Zhaojun, saying, "The Empress of the Western Palace that the Emperor is looking for is none other than my daughter, Zhaojun
! The Emperor even said he dreamed of our daughter Zhaojun! So he sent someone to Nanjun. Now everyone in the county town knows
, and I'm afraid the county magistrate will come to our house soon!" "

Ah!" Lady Wang and Wang Zhaojun exclaimed in unison. Lady 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 crimson, and she lowered her head, too shy to speak.

Lady Wang exclaimed in surprise, "Our daughter has never seen the Emperor before! How could he know our daughter
? ...How did he know the name Wang Zhaojun? ...And even find his way here..." Lady Wang was truly bewildered
and asked Wang Zhaojun doubtfully, "Daughter, have you seen the Emperor?" In truth, 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, and whispered, "Father
! Mother!" "...On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, while my daughter was admiring the moon with her parents, she drank a little wine and then excused herself to
rest . That night... she dreamed of the Emperor, who said he would bestow upon her the title of Imperial Concubine of the Western Palace, and she
agreed..." Wang Zhaojun's face grew increasingly red, and her voice grew 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, pacing around like headless flies,
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 is
a blessing for Zhaojun... As the saying goes, a man should marry when he comes of age, and a woman should marry when she comes 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 at 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 visit 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 wore
a high , coiled dragon bun, adorned with phoenix hairpins. Her phoenix eyes, beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, were like autumn water. Her soft, delicate skin
was flawless, and her light white gauze dress fluttered in the breeze, making her look like a fairy descending to earth.

The county magistrate was dumbfounded and embarrassed. Mao Yanshou couldn't help but think to himself that although he had painted
many beautiful women, he had never seen anyone as breathtakingly beautiful as Wang Zhaojun. After meeting Wang Zhaojun
, the county magistrate and Mao Yanshou were certain that the Empress of the Western Palace the Emperor was searching for was indeed Wang Zhaojun. They immediately invited her to
the post station, had Mao Yanshou 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, knowing his daughter's temperament well, especially reminded her: "My daughter
! From now on, you will be alone in the world, and your parents will no longer be with you. Remember to be kind and forgiving,
and n't throw tantrums like a child!" As Mao

Yanshou was about to paint Wang Zhaojun's portrait at the post station, his greedy nature resurfaced. With a smirk, he said to
Wang Zhaojun , "According to custom, I must first paint three portraits of Your Highness: standing, sitting, and reclining. Since I
only have ordinary ink and paint, if Your Highness is willing to pay for better quality paints, I can
paint you even more beautifully, more vividly, and more pleasing to the Emperor."

Wang Zhaojun, quick-witted and astute, immediately realized that Mao Yanshou was trying to
extort her. She had also heard rumors of his demand for extra money for his paintings, and she was shocked that he would try to do the same. Raising an eyebrow, she angrily retorted,
"Mao Yanshou! You are merely a lowly seventh-rank official, yet you dare to deceive your superiors and subordinates like this. Don't you remember that the Emperor sent you here to summon
me to the palace as a Consort of the Western Palace? How dare you try to extort me?"

Upon hearing this, Mao Yanshou realized his mistake. He thought to himself, "Wang Zhaojun will one day be a Noble Consort of the Western Palace. If I extort her now, how will I live in the
future ? " Realizing his mistake, Mao Yanshou 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, was relentless, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "With superior painting skills, even the worst
paint can create a masterpiece… But you need the finest paint to paint, which shows your skills are not
first-rate!"

Mao Yanshou, hearing the barb in Wang Zhaojun's words, which implied his supposedly best skill was 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 dignity. 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 highly . He thought 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 ; 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. Moreover, 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 . Alas! Poor Wang Zhaojun, unaware that this journey to the emperor would be the beginning of her 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 impatiently 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 . 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 these women are of unparalleled beauty, the best of their time. However, the one I am looking is Wang Zhaojun, and the one I favor is 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 mean 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. Then, he 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 placed under house arrest deep within the palace. After being locked in the cold palace, Wang Zhaojun thought she would have to live alone from then on, and unable to see her beloved Emperor Yuan, she was filled with sorrow.

She burst into tears. She knew in her heart that it was her own willfulness that had led to Mao Yanshou's malicious framing. She was filled with
regret and hatred, 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.

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