The Three Kingdoms: Female Riders

Chapter 1, The Su Family's Daughter Has Grown Up
I opened my eyes. Was this a hospital? Good heavens, I'm wrapped up so tightly! Did the car accident just now break
all my bones? Ugh, so miserable.
My husband must be worried sick. Why did I have to do car stunts? It would have been so much better to just film horseback riding and archery scenes for those
actresses . Such a serious accident, I wonder if I'll be disfigured.
Disfigured, disfigured? No way.
Ah, I remember, the car exploded.
That would at least be full-body burns.
This… this won't do…
I'm doomed…
But soon, a large group of women dressed in ancient Chinese attire walked in.
Ugh, they must have come to see me without taking off their costumes from the Shanghai Theatre Academy. Look, there's Sister Xue'er, Sister Jingyi.
Ugh, I'm disfigured. Are these women here to watch the show?
Ugh, this room doesn't look like a hospital.
Why does it look so antique?
Could it be…? These people are speaking a language similar to Chinese, but it's not classical Chinese, and it doesn't sound like the official language
of ancient times after the Song Dynasty .
(Modern Mandarin contains a large number of Manchu words and leans towards the official language of the Qing Dynasty. The great Qing Dynasty poet
Nalan Xingde referenced the elegant rhymes of previous dynasties when creating his lyrics. Currently, the Song Dynasty dictionary *Guangyun* is widely circulated, containing
pronunciations of official language from the Song Dynasty and earlier. However, some scholars say that the pronunciations from the Three Kingdoms period are inaccurate.)
However, they seemed to deliberately slow down their speech when speaking to me, as if afraid I wouldn't understand.
A woman who looked a lot like Sister Xue'er lifted her robe and said, "Good baby, do you want to eat a little girl?"
Sister Xue'er, I curse your ancestors. I've already been in a car accident, don't you have any sympathy? I was invited back from
America to act in your time-traveling stunt scene because of a car accident. And now I've been in a car accident, and you
're humiliating me with the Eastern Han Dynasty official language the director taught you.
Wait, this seems to be Eastern Han Dynasty official language.
Fine, fine, I'll curse you in English, you bitch.
But as soon as I opened my mouth, it turned into a "waaaaa" of a baby crying.
What...what...what...
what's going on?
Why am I crying like this?
Oh dear, I've been picked up! Who are you?
I'm a woman, don't expose your breasts like that. I'm not into that.
The woman gently patted my back and softly said, "Don't be afraid...don't be afraid...oh...good
baby, don't be afraid."
Okay...
I can now tell you with certainty that I've time-traveled to the Eastern Han Dynasty. As for whether it's the early or
late period I don't know.
Time flies, and thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. At this moment, I have my hair in two buns and am wearing a
pink silk skirt. Underneath, I wear a pair of trousers that are like those of ancient people, with legs but no crotch. (In
the late , and women wore clothes that exposed their shoulders, similar to breast-touching garments, with gauze skirts and open-crotch trousers. Sometimes men also wore open-crotch trousers.
This is the main reason why Han people were not good at riding horses.)
After living for more than ten years, I know that I live in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. Emperor Huan is still alive, and
it is now the second year of Guanghe. (The seventh year of Guanghe was the Jiazi year, the year the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out.) I was also familiar with this family. My
father was Su Quan, a local powerful man, and a retired Imperial Censor. He was one of the three most prominent dukes in the court.
I was born to his principal wife, Yu. Yu's ancestral home was Tai'an, Shandong. The Su family had fifteen concubines. The one who cried
loudly at first was my second aunt, who was my closest person. Although she was greedy and lazy and not liked by my father, she was very skilled and beautiful. She always taught me embroidery and often let me, a stuntwoman who
was good at horseback riding and archery in my previous life, secretly ride horses and practice archery . Today I was in a bad mood. My father actually gave away my second aunt, who was my only family, to get a black horse. (My mother was a devout Buddhist and did not concern herself with worldly affairs.) I walked along holding a willow branch, followed by a boy . He was very fair-skinned and handsome. He had a high nose, sword-like eyebrows, and sharp eyes. (His father traded a black horse for my stepmother.) I was in a terrible mood and had no heart to look at him. My mind kept replaying my stepmother's words of comfort: "Child, why are you so sad? I'm a poor woman. This is my fate. I love serving Master. I've enjoyed enough of serving Master all these years . I'm grateful. You are Master's own flesh and blood. Master will find you a good family. Look at me, I've been remarried by the Zhang family. This is Master's kindness." But she was traded for a horse, stepmother. You're a human being, what gratitude are you feeling? I was feeling irritable at that moment when he shouted, his hair still wet, "Xue Ning, wait for me!" Hearing the name Feng Jie, I turned and roared, "Shut up! You and your perverted father, get away from me! And I don't know you. Go back to being your perverted father's good Fei'er." Fei'er was another name for Hu Tou. In the Han Dynasty, the coming-of-age ceremony and naming were basically simultaneous. So he didn't have a formal name yet. Damn ancient times, they always make me feel so unbearable. Oh, right, Zhang Hutou (the boy behind me), Zhang Hutou, Zhang Hutou, what a disgusting name . I continued walking. Zhang Hutou was still leading that so-called precious horse, which was short and ugly. In my past life, when I was a stuntman in a top Hollywood martial arts stunt team, I'd used every kind of bow made with the most advanced modern technology, and ridden every kind of fine horse. This thing wants to replace my stepmother? Shameless. I stopped under the willow tree by the river. At this time, weeping willows weren't very popular in China. So the branches were still standing straight. Hutou leaned in, revealing his handsome and resolute face, which resembled the sculpture of David, and chuckled as he hugged my waist. (It was normal for men and women to hug and cuddle in the Han Dynasty, and the Book of Songs from the Zhou Dynasty even described outdoor encounters. Confucius said that the Book of Songs was joyful but not licentious, and sorrowful but not tragic.) Tiger Head: "Tomorrow I'll have my coming-of-age ceremony. Then I can get married. Why don't you give me one today? If you do, my father will propose tomorrow." I lowered my head, feeling a little embarrassed by his hug, and squirmed slightly in his arms. Then I said happily , "So, Second Aunt is my mother-in-law?" Thinking about it made me a little excited. I used to worry that Second Aunt would be lonely after I got married. Besides, I don't dislike this guy. Seeing that I seemed happy, Tiger Head quickly leaned in, kissing my earlobe and stroking me.

He patted my chest and said, "Yes, yes. Second Aunt is your mother-in-law and also my mother. Let's both take care of her."
As he spoke, he lifted my gauze skirt.
I quickly resisted and tried to push his hands away. Although the customs of the Eastern Han Dynasty were open, there was no such thing as having an affair on the official road.
I struggled weakly and said, "Tiger Head, Tiger Head. No, people will be coming soon."
Tiger Head chuckled and released me, glancing at the hill on the side.
I said shyly, "What?"
Tiger Head tried to hug me again, and I struggled again. Tiger Head hugged me and said, "Xue Ning, there's a
cave over there with a spring. Do you want to go there to cool off?"
I knew he didn't want to have sex here, so I stopped struggling. After all, I had
been married . Although the past ten years here had made me almost forget my husband, I
still found a man as handsome as him here.
Tiger Head carried me onto his horse, and we soon arrived at the cave.
I stared in astonishment at the cave. It was a huge natural cavern,
spotless, without a single weed or cobweb. Scattered ashes from recently burned vegetation lay on the ground. In the center of the cave was a deep
pool of water with clear streams flowing down its surface.
Me: "This cave is huge."
Zhang Hutou: "Hehe, this cave is not only huge, but it used to be our Zhang family's hidden military cave.
It's warm in winter and cool in summer. Don't be fooled by the water in the cave; the ground has been sprinkled with sulfur.
There are no snakes, insects, rats, or ants. Moreover, there are 180 small holes that can hide 800 soldiers. There's also food and beds inside." (In the Han Dynasty, powerful
families generally did not keep more than 1,000 soldiers. This was a tacit understanding and unspoken rule between the Eastern Han court and local powerful families.) Me: "A hidden military
cave? Why did you bring me here?"
Hutou seemed to see my worry and smiled as he came over and put his arm around my shoulder, saying, "Hey, you misunderstood.
A couple of years ago, the court gathered the best soldiers from all over the country to expand the Imperial Guard. My father knew that the court did not trust us old families,
so he disbanded all the private soldiers. Don't worry, there's no one here. I just checked it before I came to find you."
Me: "What do you mean 'just checked it'? Well, you planned this all along. Let me go."
When Hutou saw me struggling, he smiled and kissed my neck. He ripped off my long skirt in one swift motion; my open-crotch pants
offered no respite from his member entering.
The sudden, forceful penetration of my dry vagina caused me to cry out in pain, "Ah, Tiger Head! Be gentle! I
'm your wife… I'm not a prostitute…"
Tiger Head, realizing his own impatience, cooperated and unhooked my bra. His hands gently
caressed my delicate breasts.
He opened his mouth and gently sucked on my pink and white breasts, like buds.
I moaned with pleasure, "Ah, ah," my body undulating against the smooth stone slab. With
each rise and fall, his penis was thrust in and out of me.
My thirteen-year-old vagina was narrow; each insertion felt like it was about to burst, but
the pain was mixed with excitement.
Suddenly, Tiger Head thrust forcefully, and I felt my hymen rupture with a cry of "Ah!" followed
by streams of blood staining my pants.
That scream seemed to ignite Tiger Head's lust, and he
thrust .
The pain didn't last long; having given birth in my previous life, I knew it was merely
the pain of losing my virginity and nothing to worry about. Fortunately, this body, just like in my past life, didn't experience much pain during my first time.
So I didn't let him stop.
Each deep thrust made my body rise and fall, his deep penetration, his passionate
kisses, and the gentle caresses on my breasts arousing my desire.
I responded passionately to his kisses, feeling the pleasure from each of his thrusts.
His lips kissed my shoulders, collarbone, and neck deeply, accompanied by
each deep thrust, pushing that huge thing in very deep.
A virgin's body is undoubtedly sensitive, and soon a surge of excitement, about to reach orgasm, washed over me. I was about to urge
Tiger Head to push harder when he suddenly convulsed violently, and then a warm flow poured into my vagina.
Having lived two lives, I could naturally tell that Tiger Head was a virgin. It was already quite remarkable that he had managed to hold on until now,
and the burning pain from his withdrawal was so intense that my legs were almost numb
.
Fortunately, I was born in the simple and honest Eastern Han Dynasty, where people didn't object to women practicing martial arts.
So although my body in this life is small and thin, I still possess about 60-70% of the physical attributes of my previous life.
Ancient people had limited protein intake and lacked targeted training methods, so there was a significant difference in physique between ordinary and famous
generals , largely determined by genetics. However, I understood
the relationship between maintaining a good figure and a strong physique; after all, if my physique was too poor, I couldn't be a stunt double for famous movie stars.
I struggled to sit up, wiping away the sweat from the pain and the excitement. A mixture of vaginal fluid and
semen slowly flowed from my lower body, interspersed with a little residual blood.
At that moment, someone walked past outside the cave, speaking softly. But inside the cave, it sounded as if they had amplified their voices.
One voice said, "Master, are we really going to raise an army?"
Another voice said, "Hmm? There's a cave here?"
The first voice replied, "Yes, this is the Zhang family's hidden military cave in Jizhou."
Master said, "Ah."
The disciple said, "Master, don't panic. The Zhang family has already disbanded their army and sent General Zhang Shuqiang to Luoyang to expand
the Imperial Guard. There's no one here, so we can talk about some things."
Master said, "That's a blessed place indeed. Let's go in and take a look."
As he spoke, footsteps sounded, and about a dozen people entered one after another. I quickly hid with Tiger Head in one of
the small caves.
The landowner seemed to have dispatched a group of people to guard the area, then sat down where we had just been and asked his master, who wore
a yellow turban , "Master, when shall we raise our army?"
The master replied, "The Old Immortal of Nanhua has long ago decreed: The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise. The year is Jiazi, great fortune for the world .
Do you understand? Yuanzhi, do you understand?"
Yuanzhi said, "Yes, Jiazi... Jiazi... Oh, the seventh year of Guanghe is Jiazi. This disciple understands."
We hid on the stone bed in the small cave, and he lifted the pink gauze skirt I was wearing over my underwear, revealing the crotch area.
I reached in and stroked it.
I murmured, "Yuanzhi... Yuanzhi... This name sounds so familiar."
Tiger Head said, "It doesn't feel good for a husband to hear his wife muttering someone else's name."
I quickly lowered my voice and said, "Hey, stop it, there are people outside. If you're going to rebel, be careful they
hear ."
Tiger Head laughed when he heard this, "Haha... They can't hear me. They can't hear me
." His voice got louder and louder until he was shouting.
His actions clearly frightened me. I quickly gestured for him to be quiet while watching the group's
movements .
It turned out that the group was talking to themselves as if they were deaf, while Tiger Head became even more arrogant, pointing at
the cursing, "You cowardly bastards, if you want to rebel, then rebel! What's with this 'five years later' nonsense? What kind of heroes are you talking about?"
Has he gone mad? These people are rebels. They could kill you in a heartbeat.
But whether Tiger Head was crazy or the group was deaf, they were talking about each other, and Tiger Head was cursing himself.
It was as if they had nothing to do with each other.
Tiger Head, seeing my confusion, chuckled and leaned closer. He said smugly, "Hmm, my wife
is surprised isn't she? Your husband is valiant, isn't he? Hahaha."
I exclaimed in surprise, "Are these guys deaf?" Tiger Head replied
, "They're not deaf, and I'm not crazy. This room in the cave is my father's own. If he
brought a concubine to sleep here and made a scene, that wouldn't be allowed. And since he has to manage the soldiers in this cave, he naturally needs to be aware
of everything. So, we can hear and see here, but everyone else is blind and deaf. Come on
, lift your skirt and let your husband have some more fun."
I said, "The Zhang family really doesn't have a single good person. From the old to the young, they're all perverts." Before I finished speaking, Tiger Head had already
thrust in from behind, so deep that it truly surprised me.
I quickly said, "Oh no...it's too deep. Come out quickly. It hurts."
Tiger Head ignored me, thrusting repeatedly, making me face the people not far in front of me. Although I knew they
couldn't see or hear me, I still shyly covered my mouth.
Each deep thrust made me feel my vagina being pushed open and then returning to its original shape. Waves of
intense sensations crashed against my heart.
Gradually, the feeling came, and Tiger Head thrust hard. My body instantly felt waves of excitement,
and then the orgasm gradually lasted for a while before fading.
Tiger Head also ejaculated inside my vagina. As a modern woman, I naturally know how to calculate my ovulation day. Today
wasn't that day, so I was naturally much relieved.
Tiger Head looked at me and said, "Wife, I ejaculated. Wife, I ejaculated. Father said that as long as you make a woman happy,
she can have a child. Let me touch her and see if I'm pregnant."
Oh my god. Was the scientific knowledge in the Eastern Han Dynasty really that lacking? And what, making her
happy to have a child?
I looked at the silly Tiger Head and could only smile slightly without saying anything.
I watched him touch my belly, and he excitedly said, "Ah, there must be a baby. It's moving."
My belly gurgled, and he rubbed out the thick semen that had just been ejaculated inside me.
I said, "Go away, what do you mean 'moving'? If it moves now, it's not yours."
Tiger Head said, "Pah, it's mine."
I said, "Okay, okay, Zhang Tiger Head's, it's Zhang Tiger Head's. Alright? Look, you've
rubbed out what I just ejaculated inside you."
Tiger Head said, "Ah, it's flowing out." He seemed quite disappointed.
Tiger Head seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly said, "Oh, right. My coming-of-age ceremony is a little late tomorrow,
but my father told me my name in advance. Remember, from tomorrow I will be your husband, surname Zhang, given name Fei, courtesy name Yide.
Don't forget the name when you get the marriage certificate."
I looked at his smooth, white body in surprise, incredulously looking him up and down.
I exclaimed incredulously, "You...you...you're Zhang Fei?"
Tiger Head replied, "Yes. My father always called me Fei'er."
I stammered, "You...you...you should tell your father to change his name. I don't want to be Zhang Fei's wife!" Good heavens
! Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide, the Zhang Fei from the storytelling, the one with a beard as wide as a slap and a long beard on his face!
How come he's so clean-shaven? Even if it's just a coincidence of names, I don't want it. Otherwise,
how terrible it would be if history wrote that I was Zhang Fei's wife. Would they write that I also had a long beard? (Historically, Zhang Fei was a local powerful figure, skilled in
martial arts and calligraphy. The image of Zhang Fei with a long beard originated from Yuan Dynasty dramas. This image
was used and thus became increasingly popular.)
Tiger Head said, "I know, 'flying' makes me seem immature. So I made a big beard
mask ." As he spoke, he lowered his head, and a large, black, ugly, hairy face appeared before me, just
like the terrifying Zhang Fei of various legends.
This sudden fright made me roll my eyes and faint. In a hazy state, I heard Tiger Head calling me:
"Xue Ning, Xue Ning, don't scare me! I was wrong, I was wrong. I'll never wear that ghost mask again
. Wake up!"
Although I was still groggy, I was still reciting my history book: "Zhang Fei's wife, Xiahou..."
Tiger Head: "No, no, Xiahou is my mother's surname. I have no relation to my uncle's daughter."
Ah, I deserve to die! I'm stealing Zhang Fei's husband from his wife, how shameful! Traveling through a thousand years to be a cuckolded mistress
. I don't want to!
I gradually regained consciousness and saw Tiger Head and that ugly mask lying to the side.
Me: "Put it away, it scared me to death. Oh, by the way, you didn't seem surprised to hear that man was plotting a rebellion."
Tiger Head said: "Alas, that man is Zhang Jiao, and on the other side is his eldest disciple Cheng Yuanzhi. They've been plotting
a rebellion . But our Prefect Liu Yan said he'll send them back to their hometown, Julu County, soon. Julu County is
a large county with a large army stationed nearby. They have 100,000 soldiers, it'll scare them to death." (Historically, the Gold Rush broke out in Hebei Province,
formerly known as Julu County.) History is terrifying history, and what am I? Just an ant drifting with the
tide, or will I become a trendsetter like in the Chinese novels I've read?
Just as I was thinking this, a thought suddenly popped into my head:
If Tiger Head can be a famous general of the Three Kingdoms, why can't I? Thinking of this, I smiled charmingly
at Tiger Head and said: "Zhang Yide, would you like to test your skills with me?"
Tiger Head shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this. He has been my playmate for a long time, so he naturally knows my kung fu.
So when he heard me mention a duel, he quickly begged for mercy.
I said, "Then tell me about your cousin Xiahou."
Zhang Hutou sighed, "Hey, here we go again. I've never even met her. Her family is all in Chenliu." (
Chenliu Town in Kaifeng, Henan, was the location of Chenliu Prefecture during the Han Dynasty.) I smiled and said, "Oh, I've heard you two
had a childhood betrothal."
Zhang Hutou said, "Impossible. How come I didn't know? If I don't marry you, I'll wear this damn
thing and never take it off."
I was stunned. That mask looked just like the Zhang Fei described by all the novelists. Could it be… could it be that Zhang Fei…
…Zhang Fei wore a mask for life because he couldn't have a private engagement with a girl surnamed Su.
Oh, right, the Records of the Three Kingdoms describes Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei as traveling together, drinking together, and sleeping together. Could it be that Zhang Fei
used this method to refuse to have a marital relationship with Xiahou?
Oh, right. In ancient times, engagement was also called "asking the name." I told him my name, Xue Ning, without his permission.
While , it was only because I said I was going out for a walk that he secretly followed me. Overall, it was
a clandestine affair; not quite worthy of being thrown in a pig cage, but not exactly honorable either.
Oh, right. I should ask him what Xiahou Shi's name is to see if he's lying to me.
Me: "Hey, Tiger Head. What's the name of your cousin you've never met?"
Zhang Tiger Head: "Oh, her name is Lan'er."
I finally gave up my last shred of hope and muttered, "Bastard, scumbag." Since this was a hidden
cave, I grabbed a longsword and thrust it towards his throat. The sword, imbued with anger, lacked precision,
and the lingering affection made it slower. Finally, it was Zhang Tiger Head's turn. Luckily, Zhang Fei himself was skilled in martial arts;
seeing the sword coming, he easily dodged.
Although he dodged, the sword's edge still grazed his flesh. He knelt on
the ground .
Blood, blood.
Blood seeped slowly from between his fingers.
His face had turned pale.
He first shouted, "Xue Ning, you're going to kill me!"
I panicked when I saw the blood, but I was still furious, so although my tone wavered,
I deliberately spoke viciously, "You...you scumbag, I wish you were dead."
Suddenly, more blood flowed,
and his face turned deathly pale.
Me: "Ah, blood. I...you..."
Zhang Hutou said with difficulty, "This...this sword...is poisoned."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly collapsed with a "thud."
I quickly picked him up, shaking his shoulders while listening to his heartbeat.
Thankfully, there was still a heartbeat. Now, let's check the wound.
It's okay, Hutou, hang in there. I often got injured when I was a stuntman. I'm very good at bandaging wounds
; even those foreign doctors praised me for being professional.
Sigh, never mind, the late Eastern Han Dynasty...who knows where the ancestors of those foreign devils are now.
Huh? Why is his hand so tightly gripping the wound, and I can't push it away? Could he be dead? Dead
bodies stiffen.
Ah… Tiger Head is dead? The Tiger Head who played with me since childhood, who protected me, is dead? The Tiger Head who let me win in the
arena is dead. The Tiger Head who was just about to become my husband is dead? I killed him like that?
Tears streamed down my face. Since I came into this world, no one has cared for me. At home, there was only my stepmother,
and outside, only Tiger Head. Now my stepmother has been sold, and Tiger Head has been killed by me.
Wait, something's not right. He seemed to be making faces at me just now. Looking at the corpse, it was still there.
I stared suspiciously at the not-cold but contorted corpse.
I said, "Hey, Tiger Head. Tiger Head, get up." I kicked his leg as I spoke.
Tiger Head didn't move. Oh no, could he really be dead? Or is it just a hallucination?
What am I going to do now? I killed Tiger Head, how am I going to live? Thinking of this, I almost wanted to die. I had
a father who would trade his concubine for a horse, a family full of wicked women, and now I had killed
the last man I could rely on. Oh dear, I'm such an idiot. I just saw a whip, then
a sword, and how did I end up with a sword?
Oh, right. I actually thought of using a whip—what if he's a pervert and it feels good to whip him?
Su Xuening, Su Xuening, you're such a pervert.
My legs went weak, and I knelt by the bed, my back to the corpse.
Me: "Tiger Head, how did you die?"
"Give him a kiss, give him artificial respiration."
I said to him, "Artificial respiration? Oh, right. There's that method too.
But he was poisoned."
Hmm, I'll try it.
So I quickly wiped away my tears and forced myself to lean in and take a deep breath. But as soon as I lowered my head, his
lips pressed passionately against mine.
My eyes widened as I stared at him, surprised to see him release his hand from the wound. The wound was actually
so small.
Okay, at least he's alright.
He pressed me down and kissed me passionately, saying, "Darling, this is how it's called, right?
Just kiss me and breathe on me and I'll live.
Like ."
I turned my face away shyly and said, "Ugh, you're so old-fashioned. That's called artificial respiration. And the prince..."
Before I could finish, his lips were already on mine.
He kissed my neck passionately, and it felt so good. Oh well, I can't live without this nemesis. Being his mistress in this
life is just paying off some debt he might have incurred.
Completely relaxed, I released my hands that were tightly covering my chest, and he deeply sucked on my pink
nipples .
He gently sucked, occasionally letting out a blissful "ha," like savoring the aftertaste of fine wine. Watching him
made me both shy and amused, so I smiled and turned my head away.
Zhang Hutou: "Hmm? You're indulging in pleasure?"
I turned my head and said, "Get lost."
Zhang Hutou: "Still not admitting it?"
Me: "You think you're so smart."
Zhang Hutou: "Hehe, wife, I told you so."
Me: "Tell your wife to go find your Lan'er."
Zhang Hutou wasn't angry at this point. Instead, he grabbed my ankle and lifted me high, spreading my legs apart. In an
instant, my most private parts were completely exposed to him.
I covered my face and said, "Tiger Head, stop!"
What a joke! Although I was married in my past life, I had received thirteen years of ancient education—the
kind of brainwashing ancient girls' education—I still had some self-respect. He was staring at me like that; how could I possibly save face?
I tightly covered my face, while his penis was already inside me. Waves of excitement made me too ashamed to speak
.
He thrust deeply, and suddenly his hips began to move rapidly. He was so fast, so intense. Each
thrust caused his large scrotum to slap against my already wet opening.
I covered my face, "Ah, no… ah… so stimulating… ah… ah… it's killing me… ah
… ah."
The rapid thrusts gave me intense pleasure; sometimes I closed my eyes to feel the subtle
changes . Sometimes my eyes widened from the stimulation of his penetration. Sometimes, the intense rhythm made me tilt
my head back, afraid to look at him, and I moaned softly.
Oh, I can't take it anymore. I can't hold on any longer.
I felt I couldn't hold it in any longer, I needed to pee.
So I managed to say, "Tiger Head, let me go, I can't take it... hurry... hurry!"
But he still held me tightly like an animal, not letting go at all. Instead, he was doing it even more vigorously
.
I yelled, "Let me go, I need to pee."
Zhang Tiger Head: "Okay, I'll fuck you, miss."
Me: "Ah... no... no... ah... stop... I need to pee..."
Zhang Tiger Head continued to thrust hard, and said very smugly, "Pee, pee. Pee then, who's afraid of who.
I won't let go. If you're so capable, pee my manhood out."
When I heard that he wouldn't let go of me, I was desperate. I
simply .
"Zhang Tiger Head, you bastard. Let me go... let me go... I can't take it anymore. Oh... Second Aunt.
No... Second Aunt, save me... Second Aunt, save me..." I said incoherently. Of course, I knew
my second aunt wasn't here. Even if she were, if she really came to rescue me, I would surely commit suicide out of
shame and indignation .
I was still indulging in my nonsense, while Zhang Hutou completely ignored me and continued doing what he was doing. Finally, my body
could no longer hold on, and a warm stream rolled out. It felt like urinating when you urgently need to, but it was different.
And that stuff didn't seem to smell... Shameful, extremely shameful. So much so that I buried my face in his shoulder and cried.
As I cried, I pounded on his shoulder and said, "Zhang Hutou, Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide, you bastard, you
killed me. Waaah. How can I face people now?"
Zhang Hutou: "Sigh, wife. That's not pee. That's squirting."
Hearing that word, I couldn't help but think of the covers of those pornographic films I watched with my husband in my past life.
The word "squirting" suddenly came to mind. (Japan and the Korean Peninsula absorbed a great deal of Han and
Tang Dynasty culture, and they admired it to the point of obsession. So much so that if you ask ancient Japanese or Korean scholars about their own country's
history,
even if they know, they will tell you "I don't know." But if they can't answer a question about Sinology, they will
feel ashamed. Therefore, Japanese and Korean have a large number of Han and Tang Dynasty words.) I looked at this fair-skinned,
handsome Zhang Fei in surprise and thought, "So erotic and he even knows about squirting. He must have been a masturbator who watched too much porn in his past life .
No, I have to try. Although I've told him many Western fairy
tales , I would never tell him about something as embarrassing as watching porn."
I leaned on his shoulder coquettishly and said, "Honey, where are you from?"
Zhang Fei: "You know."
I continued relentlessly, "Say it again."
Zhang Fei: "Great Han, from Zhangjiazhuang, Jicheng, Hebei Road."
I pressed, "I'm asking about your past life, tell me."
Zhang Fei touched his fair face and said, "Well, in my past life I was your husband, our family..." He has a car, a
house, children, and money.
"Yes, yes, yes. Go on," I exclaimed excitedly, my eyes wide.
Zhang Fei continued, "Oh, right. He also has a horse, three dogs, and a big house..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but kiss him hard on the cheek, excitedly saying, "Brother Yuan, is that really you?
I'm not Xue Ning, I'm your wife, Su Jingyi! Tell me how you recognized me! How did you also
come to the Three Kingdoms era? Did you already recognize me? Stop pretending! Keep playing dumb!" "Don't play dead, I'm
not talking to you anymore. Oh, right, are the kids here too? They're so young, they'd be orphans if they stayed in the modern world... By
the way, what year did you come here? Was Trump impeached when you arrived...?"
Zhang Fei suddenly said, "Trump? Brother Yuan? Kids? Didn't you just lose your virginity? And
what's a computer? What's an iPhone? What are photos?"
I looked at his blank expression and chuckled, saying, "You silly goose, still acting like a fool.
I gave you're still playing dumb with me." As I spoke, I gently kissed his cheek.
Me: "How's the baby?"
Zhang Fei: "Didn't you say you weren't pregnant yet? Are you pregnant now? My dad was right, making
a woman beautiful will make her pregnant."
We had this nonsensical conversation, but both of us seemed very happy. I thought I
had a two-life romance with my husband from my past life. Zhang Hutou thought I was going to have his children. So everyone was very happy.
I patted his shoulder one last time and said, "Good job, honey, you found me again." As I spoke, my bare
chest pressed against his. Caught
completely off guard, Zhang Hutou's penis suddenly sprang to attention.
I gently smoothed my hair and chuckled, "Justblowjob, okay?"
Zhang Fei was utterly stunned, stammering with a strange expression, "Okay?" (People love
to repeat the last word in random sentences. Zhang Hutou's repetition wasn't because he knew English.) Yes, it must be
this damn bastard. Oral sex wasn't enough? He wanted 69? Damn it, the same thing in both lives.
So I gently gathered my hair, pulled out a tassel, and tied it into a ponytail. I held his
well-developed penis in one hand and then took it into my mouth. The instant I took it in, Zhang Fei's tightly pursed lips
trembled, almost spitting out blood with a "plop. "
I smiled and glanced at him sideways, thinking to myself, "His mental fortitude has deteriorated."
So I ignored him and began to swallow his penis, mouthful by mouthful. Each skillful tease of my tongue made him
open his mouth wide as if he were swallowing an egg, groaning "Oh oh oh."
I thought to myself, "Feels good, he must be pent up. Fifteen years without women, it's normal."
But only Zhang Fei and the God who brought me here knew that oral sex wasn't a stimulating
activity in this era. And this Mr. Zhang Hutou was a complete virgin. Now he was no longer
the bad brother who deflowered a thirteen-year-old girl, but a young virgin being taken advantage of by a thirty-year-old aunt.
Deep throat, I could control the rhythm, it was one of my secret
tricks when I was having sex with my husband in my previous life. So when I felt it was just right, I swallowed his already swollen glans in one gulp
.
Zhang Hutou: "Oh oh oh oh... I'm going to die."
I thought to myself, "You scoundrel, you're quite cooperative."
So I swallowed his penis deeply in one gulp.
Zhang Hutou yelled, "Don't swallow it!"
With that scream, I triumphantly shoved his penis down his throat and then gently pulled it out.
As I pulled it out, Zhang Hutou's expression was almost tearful.
Each deep throating terrified him; he was practically scared out of his wits.
Zhang Hutou finally realized I wasn't going to eat his manhood, and said with pleasure, "So good.
So good Ah, so good." (I taught him that word.) He gently stroked my head, completely lost in ecstasy
. Finally, he shuddered, and streams of semen poured into my mouth. I couldn't pull it out in time.
When I tried to pull it out, it was too late. I pulled it out and whispered a scolding:
"You pervert, trying to ejaculate in my mouth again."
Zhang Hutou: "Sigh, I'll try not to next time."
Me: "Get me a piece of paper."
Zhang Hutou: "Huh? What for?" (At this time, although Cai Hou paper was already widely available, paper was cheap in
the Tang and Song dynasties, and cheap paper was only available in the Ming and Qing dynasties.) Me: "I'm wiping my mouth."
Zhang Hutou: "Can I use cloth?" (At this time, paper was ten thousand times more expensive than cloth. This was because the area planted with
flax was very large.) I hadn't quite reacted yet, after all, Mr. Zhang Hutou had already brought me back to
the long-lost feeling of modernity.
So I said, "Cloth?" (It wasn't that I thought cloth was cheap; I just hadn't quite grasped the concept.) Zhang Hutou seemed
to think I was disgusted by cloth, so he hardened his heart and said, "Silk, silk, or if that's not enough, Shu brocade. If you marry me, I'll make you wipe your butt with Shu brocade
every day . Use it and then throw it away." At this moment, I was stunned, so much so that the throbbing in my throat and
my habit of swallowing saliva after being stunned caused me to swallow the semen in my mouth.
Zhang Hutou was completely dumbfounded when he saw that I had actually eaten that stuff. He asked blankly, "Was it good?" I
pointed at then gave him a thumbs up, thinking to myself, "Brilliant!" "You 're really a master at tricking girls into swallowing semen. Your technique
is truly impressive." A cough followed,
a reaction to swallowing too much, the sticky semen clinging to my throat. He reached out to support me. I quickly reassured him I was alright.
After a flurry of activity, I sat naked in his lap again. I asked him, "Husband, is our family still the same as
in our past life ?" (The term "husband" originally referred to a high-ranking eunuch who had left the palace due to old age or illness. It
can also be interpreted as "paternal grandfather," as there was no custom of calling one's husband's father "paternal grandfather" in the Han Dynasty .) Zhang
Hutou: "Where did this 'husband' come from? How am I supposed to respond? Calling you 'old mother' is really
hard to say." I smiled at him and said, "Pretend, if you keep pretending I'll get angry. I'll never talk to you again."
Zhang Hutou seemed to have gone through a long internal struggle, and finally, with great reluctance, said, "Mother..."
I was stunned when I heard this, and then, seeing his embarrassed look, I burst out laughing and said, "Talented, so
talented! Haha, you really didn't call me 'old mother'." Zhang Hutou seemed to feel ashamed of calling her "mother," so he quickly said:
"Old...old...old mother."
I laughed so hard I almost choked. Between coughs, I said, "Pervert, just call me wife
." Zhang Hutou suddenly realized, now we had a proper correspondence between in-laws and parents-in-law. He was pleased not
only by the cleverness of the conversation, but also by the fact that I wasn't deliberately making things difficult for him. He clapped his hands and slapped my butt,
exclaiming, "Wonderful, wonderful, truly wonderful! Husband, wife, husband and wife, hahaha!"
I said, "Look at you, calling me wife, you're so happy." Zhang Hutou said, "Yes, truly
wonderful . Hahaha, my wife. Oh, no, wife." I said, "Silly boy, don't be so smug. Let me ask you something.
Is your house the same as in your past life? Do you have a TV? No, no, there's no electricity these days.
Refrigerator sigh, my brain... Washing machine, do you have a washing machine...?"
Zhang Hutou said, "Sigh, wife, don't tease me. I, Zhang Yide, have already sworn an oath ..." " I will only marry you, and
there's no need to mention the laundry maid again." (In ancient Chinese, "ji" and "qie" both referred to maids who could be favored by their masters. Although
adult novels and modern films often depict masters having affairs with their maids, in ancient times, respectable people wouldn't do such things. They would rather
go to brothels.) I immediately understood he was referring to the "laundry maid," and said, "You rascal, you're just teasing me again."
Zhang Hutou: "I mean it sincerely. I'm not lying."
Me: "Alright, let's get dressed. I'll go see our future home. Remember your promise:
if your cousin Xiahou steps into our house, I'll hang myself." Zhang Hutou made a resentful decision: "Wife, don't be afraid.
Tomorrow, your husband will ride a fast horse day and night for a thousand miles to kill her first."
Having been with Zhang Hutou for so many years, I know his character well. He always keeps his word.
I remember when I first learned the story of Emperor Wen of Han tasting the medicine for his mother, he secretly told me while the teacher was away:
"If you agree to be my wife, I'll taste your medicine every day." Me: "Idiot, tasting medicine is for
your mother."
Zhang Hutou: "If you kiss me, I'll taste any medicine for you." Me: "You
'll drink poison too?"
Zhang Hutou: "I'll drink poison too."
I deliberately kissed him on the cheek and said, "The steward is boiling arsenic-poisoned rats in the yard. Go try
it." That guy actually rushed out, and the steward was actually boiling medicine. He actually drank the
scalding hot medicine in one gulp. Luckily, it wasn't arsenic but croton oil. Fortunately, the doctor saved his life in time
. But even so, no matter how the adults pressed him for the truth, he wouldn't tell. In the end, his father disciplined him. Only then did I
pity him and he told the truth.
Such examples are countless, to the point that I dared not say a harsh word to him, fearing that one day he would
die . And he really did.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Zhang Hutou said, "Wife, I was wrong. You gave yourself to me, even if it meant I had to kill
someone who might marry me. That was out of pity for me, and I was so ungrateful that I kept making excuses. Fine, I'll go and kill
all the women in her family right now."
I was shocked to hear his words and quickly grabbed him, saying, "You're crazy. No. I just can't bear to part with you.
Don't go." (How embarrassing... how embarrassing... how could I say such a thing? I'm a tough woman! My integrity is shattered.
)
Zhang Jiao and his men left, and I was carried on a horse, paraded through the streets, to his private residence. (
Although the social atmosphere in the Han Dynasty was relatively open, in the Central Plains, if someone were to ride a horse while carrying a woman, it would be considered a dissolute act with a prostitute,
and they would be stoned. However, Jicheng was a border city, and Zhang Hutou was the eldest son of a powerful family, so no
one attracted attention. After all, if someone were to be carried on a motorcycle in modern America, you would only think of a delinquent.)
His behavior seemed to be aimed at achieving the effect of "I cannot marry anyone else, and he cannot marry anyone else either." The effect of this
assertion of sovereignty was obvious; the young women and wives who had previously admired him all secretly cursed their bad luck and left.
However, this news reached the ears of Liu Yan, the governor of Jicheng.
Upon hearing the news, Liu Yan exclaimed, "Oh no, it's all over! If we completely block the news, completely block
the news! The daughter of one of the Three Dukes and the eldest son of a powerful family were caught having an affair in the street—this will reach the Emperor's ears!
It's all over! Hurry, hurry!" The servants in the yamen asked without hesitation, "
Sir, what are you doing?" Liu Yan replied, "What am I doing? Oh, right, just tell the people it's a wedding. The Su family is
marrying off their daughter . Understand? Hurry up." I only learned
the whole story three days later, after the news had spread widely.
We arrived at Zhang Hutou's house, and the moment I entered, I knew his description of his past life's home was a
description his private residence. The cart was an oxcart. The small building was an ancient-style courtyard with corner towers around it.
(In ancient times, women mainly rode in oxcarts because they were slower and more stable. Corner towers served as watchtowers and arrow towers
.) But what shocked me most was the sheer number of paintings hanging in the main hall, and the only figure in those paintings was
myself.
Tiger Head grabbed my hand and said, "Xue Ning, I know you're talking about Brother Yuan. It wasn't me, but I've known for a long time that you
're not from this world. But I'm willing to take care of you and be good to you for the rest of my life. Please give me a chance to take care of you."
Moved, I asked softly, "Tiger Head, do you know I'm not from this world?" Tiger Head
said smugly, "I've known your secret for a long time." Me: "What? You know?"
Tiger Head: "I know you're a fairy from heaven, and that 'blowjob' is
a spell to make your husband happy and go to heaven. Wife, blowjob?" Upon hearing this, I blushed, and seeing
the servants' knowing yet wicked smiles, I became furious and shouted, "Zhang Tiger Head, you better
die!" With that, I grabbed his sword and chased after him desperately.

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