Wang Zhaojun

During the Han
Dynasty, Zigui County in Nanjun (present-day Hubei Province) was a place of beautiful scenery and outstanding
people . 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, but now retired to his hometown to live in seclusion.
Since Wang Zhong was over fifty years old, childless, and without heirs, the household was relatively small.
Only his two elderly parents and a servant lived there, leading a peaceful and tranquil life. 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, guests… all rushed to the scene upon hearing that Lady Wang had begun labor. The front hall was filled with a cacophony of voices, while the inner hall
echoed 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, 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 standing nearby, continued
to praise, "Sir, to be honest! I've delivered countless babies over the decades, but none have been as
beautiful as Miss..." Pointing to the baby's face, the midwife said, "Look, sir! Miss has a straight nose,
rosy lips, and delicate skin. She'll grow up to be a beauty, captivating countless young men..."
"...Hehe..." After a while, Wang Zhong carried his daughter into the inner room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Madam Wang, who was weak after childbirth and
lying on the bed. He said, "Madam! You've really worked hard." Madam Wang looked apologetic and said weakly,
"I'm so sorry! I only gave birth to a daughter for you... I couldn't give birth to a son to continue the Wang family line..." Wang Zhong
comforted Madam Wang
and said, "Raising children is what Heaven ordains. Don't worry too much, Madam. We are 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 relief, "Master, 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 'Zhaojun'!" Wang Zhong looked up and smiled proudly at Madam Wang. She
murmured to herself , "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 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 arrived, the moon was full, and the osmanthus blossoms were fragrant. In the imperial palace and gardens, there was singing and dancing. Emperor Yuan of Han hosted a banquet for all his officials. In a moment of high spirits,
the emperor raised his cup repeatedly until he became drunk and drowsy. The eunuchs quickly helped him up and escorted
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 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 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 heard Zhaojun's soft and melodious voice, 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, you are so beautiful, are you betrothed?" Zhaojun blushed
with shyness and lowered her head, answering in a barely audible voice, "No…no…" Though her voice was soft, Emperor Yuan…
Hearing this clearly, he excitedly exclaimed, "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 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 gave a barely
perceptible nod, indicating her agreement.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Yuan was so excited he almost shouted, taking a quick step forward and 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 sensation.
Suddenly, Emperor Yuan pulled Zhaojun into his arms, and she let out a soft "Eek!" She struggled
slightly limp, and she leaned against his broad chest as if all her strength had left her. Zhaojun felt a masculine scent assault
her senses, her heart fluttering with a feeling she had never experienced before—a familiar yet strange excitement that made her
heart pound wildly.
Emperor Yuan embraced Zhaojun, clearly feeling two full breasts pressing against his chest. Zhaojun's excited heartbeat
seemed to travel from those breasts to Emperor Yuan's body, and he could clearly feel them
trembling slightly.
Unable to resist, Emperor Yuan gently lifted Zhaojun's face. Her cheeks were flushed, like a rosy sunset, her eyes
were closed n't resist
the urge to taste them, and he lowered his head to kiss Zhaojun.
Zhaojun felt Emperor Yuan lift her face, and quickly closed her eyes to hide her shyness. She
thought he must be watching her, and just 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 rubbed his lips together, and then slipped his tongue into Zhaojun's mouth, swirling it around.
Zhaojun's breathing became increasingly rapid, her hands gliding lightly across Emperor Yuan's back, her boneless
body writhing like a worm, and she could almost hear intermittent moans of "Mmm! Mmm!"
Emperor Yuan's lips left, but then 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, panting heavily! Zhaojun seemed to
have fallen into a deep sleep, unaware of what Emperor Yuan was doing to her. She was only excited, vaguely feeling
a kind of "need," but unable to articulate what it was.
When Emperor Yuan slightly parted Zhaojun's robes and kissed her snow-white chest, Zhaojun felt as if she were
overly excited, her whole body going limp and unable to stand, swaying precariously. Seeing this, Emperor Yuan embraced the weak
Zhaojun , and Zhaojun instinctively wrapped 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 had no idea
how she ended up on the bed, nor when she became completely naked. Her eyes were tightly closed,
her hands covering her chest and genitals, one above the other, as if protecting something, or perhaps hinting at something.
Emperor Yuan, naked, revealed his muscular physique, a slight sweat making his body appear 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
slowly and caressed Zhaojun's naked body. He didn't rush to remove her hands, but instead
, he tickled the base of her breasts, the inner thighs, and below her navel where her hands couldn't fully cover them…
Under Emperor Yuan's gentle caresses, Zhaojun felt waves of itchy discomfort. She
unconsciously , "Oh!" A wave of pleasure washed over her. Zhaojun slowly moved
her hands, rubbing her breasts again and again, "Mmm!" Zhaojun found this feeling wonderful. However,
it felt as if , and her hand, which was covering her lower body, couldn't help but curl its fingers in a scratching motion. "Ah!" Her fingers touched her
own clitoris, slightly hard and slightly wet, and Zhaojun couldn't help but shiver.
Emperor Yuan saw all of Zhaojun's involuntary movements and thought it was time! Emperor Yuan gently parted
Zhaojun 's hands, opened his mouth and took the hard clitoris on Zhaojun's breast into his mouth, played with the labia of Zhaojun's vulva with one hand,
and guided Zhaojun to grasp his penis with the other. Zhaojun was immediately surprised, astonished, shy and comfortable by Emperor Yuan's three-pronged approach.
She had a feeling of wanting to relieve herself but not being able to, but her lower body was completely wet,
which felt quite good! Her hand gripping his penis tightened unconsciously, and she was startled by the warmth of his hard penis. She realized that
she was holding Emperor Yuan's penis and wanted to pull her hand away! But she couldn't bear to give up the hard and warm feeling in her hand.
Emperor Yuan held Zhaojun's nipple in his mouth, licking, biting, and sucking, causing Zhaojun to abandon her girlish
modesty and moan with lewd and obscene words. Emperor Yuan also felt wave after wave of heat surging
from the wetness smooth and slippery to the touch.
As their emotions rose higher and higher, Zhaojun's moans grew louder and more frequent, her body trembling more and more
intensely . With each tremor, her hand gripping his penis tightened and loosened, making Emperor Yuan's penis seem to swell
even more.
Emperor Yuan felt that his lust with Zhaojun had reached its peak, so he rolled over, spreading Zhaojun's
legs apart, and positioned his penis against her vaginal opening. Zhaojun felt a hot, molten iron rod
pushing against her vaginal opening, a feeling of both pleasure and emptiness spreading from her lower body. She couldn't help but twist her waist and thrust her vulva upwards
, "Swoosh!" The penis smoothly slid in halfway. "Ah!" The stinging pain made Zhaojun immediately bend over
and pull away.
Emperor Yuan felt as if his penis had been sucked in, then "spit out," and immediately lowered his hips,
thrusting into her again. With this back and forth, there was another "plop!" as Emperor Yuan's glans was fully 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 gentle..." Although Zhaojun felt unbearable pain in her lower body,
her stubborn nature made her shake her head gently with tears in her eyes, her hands involuntarily pressing tightly against her thighs. Emperor Yuan
He didn't rush to penetrate further, but gently rotated his hips, letting the glans rub and massage inside Zhaojun's vagina
.
The Emperor's movements made Zhaojun feel the stinging pain in her lower body gradually subside, replaced by
a , a feeling that compelled her to scratch. Zhaojun gently moved her lower body, trying
to scratch the itch, but this movement caused the Emperor's penis to slide even deeper into her vagina. Zhaojun felt that the Emperor's penis was effectively
scratching the itch; not only did the pain disappear, but she also felt extremely comfortable. She then thrust her hips even harder, because the itching was still
deeper inside !
The Emperor felt the foreskin of his penis retracting, slowly entering the vagina inch by inch. The tightening sensation
became increasingly pronounced, and the folds of the vaginal walls, through slight peristalsis, were scratching the glans, so pleasurable that even the Emperor
couldn't help but groan, "Hmm! Hmm!"
When Emperor Yuan felt his penis had reached the end of her vagina, he quickly thrust his hips forward, "whoosh!" withdrawing
his glans rapidly to the vaginal opening before slowly inserting it again, pushing it deep to the end. Emperor Yuan repeated this thrusting
motion, arousing Zhaojun's desire.
As Zhaojun felt her vagina slowly filling, the feeling of fullness and comfort made her moan, "Mmm... mmm..."
; when she 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 that Zhaojun's vagina was becoming increasingly slippery and smooth, so he increased the speed of his thrusts, as if leading an army
into . Zhaojun, as if facing an enemy, arched her back as high as
she could, her body arching backward, with her vulva 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 , pressing their lower bodies close 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 , the extremely pleasurable feeling sending a shiver down Emperor Yuan's spine.
Zhaojun suddenly felt that Emperor Yuan's penis had stopped thrusting, but was now firmly filling her entire 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 . Zhaojun was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a surge of heat rush to her uterus. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!"
A feeling of unprecedented pleasure made her whole body go limp, and with a "thud!" she collapsed onto the bed, the penis
separating from her vagina…
Emperor Yuan opened his eyes in surprise and looked around, letting out another cry of surprise. He saw himself lying
neatly dressed on the bed. He got 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 trousers, which were stained with a large amount of sweat, and muttered to himself in a daze, "Oh! It was just a dream..." He gradually came to his senses, thinking,
"Though it was a dream, it felt so real, the details so vivid and clear, every single detail was clear and unforgettable... Zhaojun...
Zhaojun ... Wang Zhaojun... she even had a name... What... what is going on..." Emperor Yuan
absentmindedly got up to wash and dress, the name "Wang Zhaojun" filling his mind.
At the morning court session, the civil and military officials had finished their reports and were about to leave. Emperor Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Last night I
had a wonderful dream, a very vivid one. In the dream, there was a girl named Wang Zhaojun, who lived in Nanjun and claimed to be
the daughter of the governor of Yuezhou. I found her dignified and intelligent, so I wanted to make her a concubine in the Western Palace, and she agreed... Dream Interpreter!
What does this signify?" Emperor Yuan naturally concealed his erotic thoughts.
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 such person as Wang Zhaojun is found, then
within the territory of Nanjun, you will surely find a concubine of Your Majesty's liking." Emperor Yuan granted the request, saying, "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 laughed 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."
It is said that Mao Yanshou was greedy for money and often used the opportunity of sending envoys to search for concubines and palace maids to extort extra money for his paintings.
Therefore, Mao Yanshou was naturally very excited when he was ordered to go to Nanjun to select imperial concubines and palace maids,
determined 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, where
he was served delicacies every day, 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 before the emperor, which would greatly increase his chances of promotion and wealth. Therefore, he was happy to accept
Mao Yanshou's lowly position and felt that it was justified to accept it.
One day, Mao Yanshou was taking a nap when someone suddenly announced that he 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 with many patches, who was already kneeling in front of the hall waiting for him.
Mao Yanshou said impatiently, "What are you doing here?" The old man trembled and said, "This humble one greets you,
sir ! My family is poor and we can hardly afford
three meals a day. I cannot bear to let my daughter go hungry and cold, so I humbly beg you to take my daughter into the palace as a maid so that she may have three meals a day." Only then did Mao Yanshou notice that behind the old man
was a young girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and frail, with her head down and a shy face with a childlike innocence.
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 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 pen and ink and placed them on the table, then asked, "
What is your name and 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 be recovering from a serious illness, and her breasts were slightly protruding,
indicating that 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 take you to the palace... Moreover, I think this money is all your father has, and
I can't bear to accept it. I'll send it back later... Hmm... Perhaps I can give him some more money to
supplement your household expenses." Upon hearing Mao Yanshou's kindness, 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 she stood still, he didn't 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 silks and eat delicacies every day..." Mao Yanshou tempted Huiru, wanting to sway
her: "As for repaying... you don't have to wait until later... Hehe... you can repay me now..."
"...Hehe..." Hui Ru didn't understand what Mao Yanshou meant and was full of suspicion. Suddenly,
she was shocked to find Mao Yanshou's rough hand lightly stroking her chin. Hui Ru hurriedly tried to dodge, but
Mao Yanshou grabbed her again. She heard Mao Yanshou say, "Where are you going? Didn't you want to go to the palace?" Mao Yanshou casually
wrapped his arms around Hui Ru 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 Hui Ru
couldn't escape.
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 her hazy state,
she felt her clothes being torn and removed, and her frail 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 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, not knowing what to do. Exhausted, she could no longer struggle and could only lie
limply, 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 .
"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 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 for you. 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 next time... Hehe!" Huiru felt dizzy again, thinking, "...There's always a next time
... Oh, how painful..." 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 , 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, 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. They went to
the front hall leaning against the doorframe, saying breathlessly, "...Huff...Huff...I
just...went to the county town on business...I heard the Emperor...the Emperor has sent someone to Nanjun...to find the Empress of the Western Palace
...Huff...Huff..." Wang Zhong was still panting heavily.
Madam 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 Look at you, panting so much." Wang Zhong finally caught his breath a little and pointed at Wang Zhaojun, saying, "The Emperor wants..."
" The Empress of the Western Palace they sought is none other than our daughter, Zhaojun! The Emperor even said he dreamt of our daughter, Zhaojun! So he sent people to
Nanjun, and now everyone in the county knows. 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, and she lowered her head, not daring to speak.
Madam Wang said in surprise, "Our daughter has never seen the Emperor before. How could the Emperor know our
daughter ... how could he know the name Wang Zhaojun... and even come here..." Madam Wang was truly
bewildered and asked Wang Zhaojun in confusion, "Daughter, have you seen the Emperor?" In fact, Madam Wang
thought this 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 temperament well and especially reminded her, "
Daughter ! From now on, you will be alone in the world, and your parents will no longer be able to accompany you. You must remember to be kind and tolerant
, and don't throw tantrums like a child anymore!" When Mao Yanshou was about to paint Wang Zhaojun's portrait at the post station, he revealed
his greedy nature again, grinning as he said 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 paints I have prepared are just ordinary ink, if Your Majesty is
willing to pay for the better paints, 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 from her. Moreover, Wang Zhaojun had heard about Mao Yanshou demanding extra money for his paintings
, but 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 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… yet you require the finest paints to paint. Clearly, your painting skills
are not first-rate!" Mao Yanshou, hearing the barbed words and the veiled criticism that his prized painting skills were
inferior, was furious but dared not retaliate. He could only force a smile and say, "Your Majesty is right! I will certainly
do my best to satisfy Your Majesty." Wang Zhaojun then said arrogantly, "How about this? You will paint my standing and
sitting postures, while I will paint my reclining posture myself. I believe my painting skills are no less than yours. Are you willing?"
What Wang Zhaojun said was indeed true; her painting skills were indeed first-rate.
Mao Yanshou felt utterly humiliated and his self-esteem severely damaged, but he dared not confront her directly, so he could only
nod agree, secretly plotting to regain his honor. 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 , thinking that Wang Zhaojun's painting skills were indeed superior to his own. However, Mao Yanshou still had a knot in his heart, fearing that Wang Zhaojun
would hold a grudge and seek revenge after being made a concubine; he also hated Wang Zhaojun's cold and sarcastic remarks.
Mao Yanshou made up his mind and, with a heavy heart, hid Wang Zhaojun's self-portrait of a reclining figure, secretly painted another reclining figure to make up
the difference, and added a mole under the eyes of all three portraits. He planned his words
when meeting the Emperor, determined to prevent Wang Zhaojun from becoming a concubine.
Moreover, the night before, Mao Yanshou had made an agreement with the wealthy Lu, guaranteeing that Lu's daughter, Lu Jinding, would become
a concubine , and had extorted ten thousand taels of silver from Lu. Master Lu calculated that this deal was a good one. Once his daughter became a
Noble Consort of the Western Palace, he could recoup not only ten thousand taels of silver, but even ten thousand taels of gold. The two men slapped their hands, and
the deal was done. Alas! Poor Wang Zhaojun, she had no idea that this journey to the Emperor would be the beginning of her tragic fate.
As soon as Mao Yanshou returned to the capital, Emperor Yuan immediately summoned him, eager to see the Wang Zhaojun he had longed for.
Upon seeing Mao Yanshou, Emperor Yuan impatiently asked, "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 Lady of the Western Palace and palace maids.
A total of two hundred and forty-three were found, two of whom are suitable to be Noble Consorts. I have portraits as proof; please make your judgment, Your Majesty."
Emperor Yuan took the portraits and saw that both candidates were exceptionally beautiful, but Emperor Yuan immediately recognized Wang Zhaojun.
Zhaojun, the woman in the painting, was the woman of his dreams. Emperor Yuan's hands trembled with excitement.
He 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 Wang Zhaojun. 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 beg Your Majesty to observe carefully. Wang Zhaojun
has a bad 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 makes
her Imperial Concubine of the Western Palace, I fear it will be detrimental to the court! Please reconsider, Your Majesty." He then spoke favorably of Lu Jinding,
causing Emperor Yuan to waver.
All the civil and military officials in the court also felt the matter was of great importance and urged Emperor Yuan to act cautiously. Although Emperor Yuan was extremely unwilling,
he did not want to be seen as a tyrannical ruler who loved beauty, especially since Lu Jinding was exceptionally beautiful.
Therefore he adopted the opinions of his officials and bestowed upon Lu Jinding the title of Imperial Concubine of the Western Palace, along with
rewards for Mao Yanshou and Lu Yuanwai. He also granted Wang Zhaojun a thousand taels of gold and ordered Mao Yanshou to escort her back to her hometown.
Fearing that his scheme would be exposed after Wang Zhaojun's return, Mao Yanshou forged an imperial edict accusing Wang Zhaojun of possessing
a self-portrait and attempting to bewitch the emperor with her beauty… and other fabricated charges,
imprisoning her in the Cold Palace. The thousand taels of gold, of course, were pocketed by Mao Yanshou. Wang Zhaojun thus suffered this undeserved calamity, confined to the inner palace.
After being locked in the Cold Palace, Wang Zhaojun, thinking of living alone 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, and
she felt both 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. Huiru was heartbroken again, simply weeping…
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 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 . 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 noticing.
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 . He managed to utter, "Zhaojun!...Is it you...?" 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 caressed each other passionately, their clothes loosening, their teasing fervor palpable… 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 , 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 , 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, the frequency of swallowing and spitting out the jade rod increased, and her hand holding the penis busily stroked it... Emperor Yuan could not resist this extreme pleasure, and he forced his head back, moaning, "Ah! Ah! Ah!...", and then "Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!" Streams of thick semen shot out...

He ejaculated, shooting it all into Wang Zhaojun's mouth.
Lost 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. With a "gulp," she involuntarily swallowed most of it. Looking up
, she saw Emperor Yuan's penis covered in thick, milky semen, a little more trickling from the glans
. Looking up again, she saw Emperor Yuan looking at her with satisfied, contented, 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 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'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?...How did you end up here?" "
Your Majesty ..." Wang Zhaojun, remembering 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 lips with hers, 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 honeyed entrance, and lowered herself 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 her
vagina 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 watched Wang Zhaojun's slightly bouncing breasts, then lowered his head and took them into his mouth...
This battle would probably last until dawn!
The next morning at 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 self-portrait of Wang Zhaojun, 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 its 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, 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 … 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, "My beloved Zhaojun... I can't bear to part with you..." The result was another
passionate embrace, only... only much more poignant...

Inside the desert tent, the barbarian king, with his large bowl of wine and large mouthful of 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 his
hard, throbbing 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! You say it, you say it!... Don't say two; I'll 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 do whatever you say... Hehe... Come! Let me kiss you first... Hehe..."

Wang Zhaojun lived in the northern frontier for ten...
Six years later, the Xiongnu king died, and his eldest son inherited the throne. According to Xiongnu custom, upon the death of his father, the son could choose to marry
his late father's wife. The heir wanted to marry Wang Zhaojun. Wang Zhaojun felt this was incestuous and violated
the Chinese ethics she followed. Unable to resist, she committed suicide by poison.
After her death, the Xiongnu buried her with great ceremony in the desert she so despised. Later generations called it "Green Tomb."

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