Yuan Chengzhi, the Lustful Debauchery of the Ming Dynasty

Looking at everything before him, Yuan Chengzhi was filled with emotion, recalling the boundless joy he felt when he traveled from the 21st century. Born into a military family, he lived a life of luxury. His father, a powerful strategist in Liaodong, enjoyed the emperor's deep trust. Born into a chaotic era, this ambitious young man naturally harbored ambitions for the world: first, to quell the Manchu invasion in the north, and second, to suppress bandits and restore peace. Therefore, as Yuan Chonghuan's eldest son, Yuan Chengzhi displayed remarkable talent and intelligence from a young age. At five, he studied under renowned teachers, learning from various schools of thought; at fifteen, he returned home with his skills, assisting his father in training a new army, establishing military factories, and setting up a veterans' farm. They manufactured glass and cement, exporting to Korea and Japan, earning substantial wealth. This led to the creation of a modern army equipped with numerous advanced flintlock muskets, armed with the simple ideals of family and country. After a year of rigorous training, it became an invincible, iron-willed army. In the sixth year of the Tianqi reign, they even killed the bandit leader Nurhaci in the Battle of Ningyuan. The entire nation was shaken, and the Ming Dynasty rejoiced. The Emperor was overjoyed, bestowing upon Yuan Chonghuan the title of Duke of Liaodong and upon his son Yuan Chengzhi the title of Marquis of Dingbei. More than twenty other generals were also granted titles and ranks, making Liaodong the most powerful border town in the land. The Tianqi Emperor greatly trusted and favored Yuan Chonghuan and his son Yuan Chengzhi, repeatedly telling those around him, "With the two Yuans in Liaodong alive, the Ming Dynasty's fortunes can be secured for a hundred years." In the following years, the Yuan family won victory after victory, recovering lost territory in Liaodong and killing the Jurchen chieftain Huang Taiji. The Qing Dynasty lost tens of thousands of elite troops, and its influence retreated more than two hundred li northward. Just as the Qing Dynasty was on its last legs and about to be completely crushed, devastating news arrived from Beijing: the Tianqi Emperor had died, and Wei Zhongxian had seized power. Upon hearing this news, Yuan Chengzhi persuaded his father, without orders, to lead three thousand cavalry and five thousand infantry into Beijing, kill Wei Zhongxian, and welcome Prince Xin, Zhu Youjian, to the throne. To thank Yuan Chonghuan and his son for their support in enthroning the emperor, Emperor Chongzhen bestowed upon Yuan Chonghuan the title of Prince of Liaodong and upon Yuan Chengzhi the title of Duke of Liaodong, entrusting them with the management of military and political affairs in Liaodong. In the first year of Chongzhen's reign, Yuan Chonghuan and his son remained in Beijing to stabilize the situation, giving the Qing dynasty a year to recover. In the second year of Chongzhen's reign, Yuan Chonghuan and his son returned to Liaodong, while Chongzhen hastily began his reforms, dismissing hundreds of thousands of grassroots civil servants. Simultaneously, droughts and locust plagues erupted across the country, leading to widespread uprisings. Emperor Chongzhen's incompetence in personnel management, alternating between appeasement and ruthless extermination, resulted in numerous peasant rebellions that swept through the land. In Fengyang, they destroyed the ancestral tombs of the Zhu family, and in Luoyang, they killed the Prince of Fu. Panicked, Emperor Chongzhen hastily ordered Yuan Chengzhi to lead border troops into the interior to quell the rebellion. That same year, Yuan Chengzhi led 50,000 troops into Sichuan to suppress the rebellion, killing hundreds of thousands, including the notorious bandit Zhang Xianzhong. Meanwhile, the Manchus outside the Great Wall, having received news of the Ming army's insufficient strength and weakened border defenses, bypassed Mongolia and marched straight into Beijing. Yuan Chonghuan hurriedly led his remaining troops into the interior to pursue the Manchu army. Unfortunately, the Ming army in the interior feared the Manchus like tigers and dared not fight. This resulted in heavy losses for Yuan Chonghuan's army, rendering them powerless to stop the Manchu raids. After the Manchus retreated, a dissatisfied Yuan Chonghuan went to Beijing to demand an explanation, questioning the emperor and officials for their inaction. The Donglin Party members falsely accused Yuan Chonghuan of leading the border troops into Beijing without orders, intending to rebel, and imprisoned him. Less than half a month later, Emperor Chongzhen, on charges of "plotting rebellion and deceiving the emperor, colluding with treacherous officials to corrupt the country, beheading generals to fulfill agreements with the enemy, buying rice to supply the thieves, using the pretext of subjugating the chieftains to openly lead the invasion, then dispersing reinforcements, openly planning a long-range attack, halting troops to observe while the army was in service, secretly harboring foreign envoys who insisted on entering the city—what were their intentions? This has caused shock to the ancestral temples and altars, widespread suffering, and anger to both gods and men; a severe sentence is warranted!", executed by dismemberment in the West Market in August of the third year, his body left to rot in the marketplace. The executioner cut off a piece of flesh, and the people paid to eat it raw. The flesh was sold out quickly. Then, the executioner opened the body again, removed the internal organs, and sold them piece by piece. The common people bought it and swallowed it raw with liquor, blood streaming from their teeth and cheeks. A renowned general thus fell, and the Ming Dynasty gradually plunged into the abyss of destruction. News of Yuan Chonghuan's death gradually reached the ears of the various military garrisons along the nine borders and Yuan Chengzhi, who was suppressing the rebellion in the south. The generals along the nine borders were all in fear; the Grand Commander Yuan had given his life for his country, yet met such an end. The Liaodong cavalry was shaken, and the entire army retreated nearly a hundred miles south overnight. The garrison commanders of important cities like Shenyang surrendered to the Manchus with their troops. In just over a month, the situation in the north changed dramatically; the border defenses collapsed, and there was no longer any army to fight beyond Shanhaiguan. At the same time, Yuan Chengzhi, in the Liaodong army's southern camp in Xiangyang, also received this news. His eyes bloodshot, Yuan Chengzhi tightly clenched the white paper in his hand, his trembling hands revealing prominent veins. The beautiful young woman standing beside him opened her mouth wide in disbelief, murmuring, "No, this is impossible, Brother Yuan…" Yuan Chengzhi suddenly stood up and slammed the crumpled paper onto the girl's head. He roared, "How is this impossible? You damned emperor, you stubborn, heartless, and ungrateful bastard! You coveted my father and me because of our power! What else do you want to say, you slut? Did my father deserve to die? Or did he bring this upon himself?" The beautiful girl was so frightened by Yuan Chengzhi's rage that she couldn't speak, muttering incoherent words. Her delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes red, and she dared not meet his gaze. Yuan Chengzhi felt an overwhelming sense of despair. He had thought that as a transmigrator, he possessed the foresight to predict the future and control opportunities. He had accumulated immense wealth through knowledge and hard work, and trained an invincible army. He was on the verge of annihilating the rebels, defeating the Qing Dynasty, reviving the Ming Dynasty, and leading the Chinese nation from the long darkness into dawn. He had imagined countless times that after pacifying the world, he would continue to implement the monarchical cabinet system in China, cultivate a group of modern industrial workers, usher in the Age of Exploration, and let China lead the trend of the times, and so on. But now, the dream was over. The powerful inertia of history had brought the world back to its original state. Endless pain, regret, and resentment filled his heart. Finally, Yuan Chengzhi turned to the dark side under the blows of reality. He suddenly walked up to the beautiful young woman and said, "Ninth Princess, Zhu Meichu, your father killed my father. Shouldn't we, as his children, avenge our fathers?" After saying this, Yuan Chengzhi kicked Zhu Meichu hard in the stomach, sending her flying several meters away. Hearing the commotion, the guards outside the tent rushed into the main tent to ask Yuan Chengzhi what had happened. But the enraged Yuan Chengzhi drew his sword and killed two of the guards. Seeing this, Zhu Meichu, lying on the ground, screamed in terror. Yuan Chengzhi turned around and swiftly slashed Zhu Meichu's clothes to shreds. Zhu Meichu, filled with shame and fear, crawled backward, supporting herself on her hands, but Yuan Chengzhi grabbed her legs and lifted her up. Only then did Zhu Meichu realize that Yuan Chengzhi had unbuckled his belt, revealing his dark, enormous penis. A surge of indescribable emotions overwhelmed her, and her eyes turned red. Suddenly, Zhu Meichu felt a hot, wet attack on her genitals. Yuan Chengzhi was sucking and licking her hairless, pink vulva. "Ah...oh...no...um...Brother Yuan, don't lick...stop!" Yuan Chengzhi grinned savagely, and while Zhu Meichu was moaning, he shoved his penis into her mouth. Yuan Chengzhi would suckle at Zhu Meichu's pink vulva for a moment, then stick his tongue in and out of Ajiu's anus. Poor Ajiu, dazed and confused, was almost breathless from the chaotic thrusting. Now, with her lower body subjected to such stimulation, the inexperienced Ajiu's eyes rolled back, and she cried out, "Ahhhhhhh!" before ejaculating wildly, spraying her vaginal fluid all over Yuan Chengzhi's face. Yuan Chengzhi also ejaculated explosively into Ajiu's mouth, catching her off guard and forcing her to swallow several mouthfuls of semen. The foul-smelling, milky-white liquid flowed from Ajiu's mouth and nose, causing her to cough incessantly. Yuan Chengzhi straightened Ajiu's body and patted her face. "You think this is the end? This is just the beginning." Ajiu closed her eyes, two clear tears slowly streaming down her face. "If it makes things easier for Brother Yuan to take Ajiu's body, then Ajiu will do it willingly." Yuan Chengzhi slapped Ajiu hard. "Your Highness, you are too naive. I won't let you have it easy. I'll turn you into a sow that anyone can sleep with! I'll make you groan under the lowest of laborers, between the legs of the lowest men. I'll make every prisoner, even the lowest beggar, leave their mark on you. Believe me, your future will be worse than that of a prostitute!" After saying that, Yuan Chengzhi tied Zhu Meichu to the weapon holder in a spread-eagle position, picked up the spear next to the body of his personal guard, and walked behind Zhu Meichu. His penis rubbed against Zhu Meichu's plump buttocks, while his other hand pressed the end of the spear against the entrance of Zhu Meichu's honey hole. "Ninth Princess, are you ready?" "Brother Yuan, Yuan Chengzhi, no, stop... ahhhhhhh..." The cold, dark spear tip plunged straight into A-Jiu's flesh. Yuan Chengzhi's angry strike hit Zhu Meichu's cervix directly, the intense pain causing the Ninth Princess to scream in agony. Her pure virgin blood stained half of the spear. Before A-Jiu could catch her breath, Yuan Chengzhi thrust his penis hard into her anus. The huge black penis instantly disappeared into Zhu Meichu's jade buttocks. The tearing pain in her lower body made A-Jiu cry out, "Ah, why... why treat me like this... A-Jiu, ah..." Yuan Chengzhi remained silent, only kneading A-Jiu's full breasts with one hand, and using the other hand to pound his penis into A-Jiu's flesh like a pile driver. The slapping sounds of buttocks and groin against each other produced a series of loud slapping sounds. Zhu Meichu gasped, cried out in pain, and gasped in surprise. The moans of "uh-huh," "ah-ah," and "oh-oh" never ceased. Even the soldiers patrolling outside the tents heard these lewd sounds and secretly peeked at the tent entrance, watching this live sex show. Half an hour later...After a long while, Yuan Chengzhi let out a low growl and poured all his semen into Ajiu's anus. The semen slowly dripped out, falling to the ground. Yuan Chengzhi smiled wickedly, poked Ajiu's anus with his finger, and then inserted it into Zhu Meichu's mouth. Zhu Meichu, her eyes vacant, instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she heard Yuan Chengzhi say, "Bitch, swallow it all, or I'll have the soldiers gang rape you, ruin every hole in your body." Terrified, Ajiu had no choice but to resign herself to licking Yuan Chengzhi's finger clean. Yuan Chengzhi laughed triumphantly, casually pulling out the "spear" from Zhu Meichu's genitals. He put on his clothes, walked to the door, and looked at the soldiers kneeling in fear, laughing loudly, "What are you all standing there for? Go play! As long as you don't kill anyone, you can do whatever you want with them." With that, Yuan Chengzhi's figure disappeared around the corner. The soldiers looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a burly man with a fierce face stood up and shouted to his comrades, "Brothers, the young marshal loves his soldiers like his own children. He certainly wouldn't harm us. Besides, this is a military order! Military orders are absolute, disobeyers will be executed! Brothers, charge! Let's fuck the woman!" Hearing this, the soldiers were also filled with excitement. They hurriedly took off their clothes and swarmed around Zhu Meichu. Zhu Meichu's face was ashen, and she kept muttering, "Why, why are you treating me like this? Waaaaah..." Before she could finish speaking, a foul-smelling penis was shoved into Ajiu's mouth and began to thrust in and out. The pungent smell almost made Ajiu faint, and the words she couldn't say turned into muffled sobs. Some soldiers rubbed their penises under Zhu Meichu's armpits, while others picked up Zhu Meichu's jade feet and began to perform footjobs. The tender, everted vagina and anus were also penetrated by penises, and a pair of jade-like breasts changed shape under several rough, large hands. Her long, beautiful black hair was also sprayed with specks of milky-white conditioner. From a distance, the officers and soldiers of the entire camp were pouring into the central command tent. Anxious, Zhu Anguo found Yuan Chengzhi, "Young Marshal, Young Marshal, the camp has been rioted! Let's go!" Yuan Chengzhi smiled and patted the old man's shoulder, "Uncle Anguo, it's alright. I just found some fun for the brothers. Send someone to negotiate with that scoundrel Li Chuang. Tell him I want to join forces with him, the King of Chuang, to overthrow the tyrannical Ming Dynasty!" Zhu Anguo looked at Yuan Chengzhi's resolute face and his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred, nodded, and led a dozen or so personal guards out of the camp. In the Qianqing Palace of Beijing, a precious Yuan blue-and-white porcelain vase was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces. Emperor Chongzhen was both furious and helpless. After the execution of Yuan Chonghuan, the Ming Dynasty's situation deteriorated rapidly. The north suffered repeated invasions, while Yuan Chengzhi, who was suppressing rebellions in the south, openly rebelled and colluded with Li Zicheng. Within six months, all the provinces south of the Yangtze River had fallen. The Great Shun Dynasty was established. The Great Shun army split into two routes, one attacking Xi'an and the other Luoyang. Sun Chuanting, the military governor of Shaanxi, was captured by Yuan Chengzhi and later surrendered to the Great Shun. Luoyang was captured by Li Zicheng, and Chongzhen's uncle, the Prince of Fu, was chopped into mincemeat and mixed with venison. A pot of "Fu Lu Rou" (a type of stew) was made to accompany wine. The Ming Dynasty, which had stood for over two hundred years, was now a flickering candle in the wind, its edifice on the verge of collapse. Thinking of this, Chongzhen couldn't help but weep uncontrollably. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Chongzhen forced himself to stay awake and ordered the person to come in. Looking up, he saw it was his beloved wife, Empress Zhou. "What brings the Empress here?" Empress Zhou smiled slightly. "Your Majesty, I have mended your inner robe. Would you like to try it on?" Chongzhen felt even more heartbroken. Since becoming emperor, he had inherited such a mess. The Empress had been working tirelessly alongside him every day, leading the palace maids in needlework and managing the harem. Her dowry had been sold to supplement the national treasury. Despite being the Empress, the mother of the nation, how were her clothes, jewelry, and needlework any different from those of ordinary women? Chongzhen rushed forward and embraced Empress Zhou tightly, tears streaming down his face. "It is I who have wronged the Empress. She has suffered so much following me." Empress Zhou also shed tears, her jade arms tightly wrapped around Chongzhen's waist and back, resting her head on his shoulder. "Your Majesty, what are you saying? Isn't this my duty? To be a good wife and mother, to share my husband's burdens—these are all my responsibilities. As for jewelry and clothes, aren't they all for Your Majesty's benefit? Why should I be troubled by them?" Thus, Emperor Chongzhen and Empress Zhou looked at each other and wept silently. Just then, Empress Zhou suddenly raised her head and said to Chongzhen, "By the way, Your Majesty, I have some good news to share with you today." Chongzhen forced a smile. "Ah, such rare good news! Tell me about it." Empress Zhou smiled shyly and called out towards the door, "Come in quickly." A beautiful woman in a green dress walked in. Emperor Chongzhen exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Ah! Consort Tian, what's going on, Empress?" The Empress smiled and said, "Didn't Your Majesty confine Consort Tian to her quarters for three months? It's almost time now. Your Majesty has been busy with state affairs; haven't you neglected us sisters for a long time?" Emperor Chongzhen felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this. On the one hand, he had indeed not been with a woman for a long time. On the other hand, Empress Zhou had brought Consort Tian here today, burying the hatchet and ending their feud. He couldn't possibly favor only one and neglect the other. Empress Zhou had skin as white as snow, was virtuous and dignified, while Consort Tian was alluring and lively. Empress Zhou was skilled in calligraphy and painting, and her needlework and cooking were first-rate. She was proficient in the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as poetry and prose. Consort Tian was skilled in singing and dancing, and was a master of chess and zither. She was exactly to Chongzhen's liking. His heart was filled with lust, and he immediately took off his outer robe. Just as he was about to loosen his belt, Empress Zhou stopped him. "Your Majesty, please don't be in such a hurry. You haven't eaten all day. I'll go to the kitchen and prepare a couple of side dishes and a pot of tiger penis wine. Why don't you and Sister Tian chat for a while?" Chongzhen nodded. Empress Zhou smiled sweetly, withdrew from the palace gates, and dismissed everyone else, leaving Chongzhen with a private space for the two of them. Emperor Chongzhen gazed intently at Consort Tian, and said softly, "My beloved consort, it's been months since we last met, hasn't it? I miss you dearly, and I feel so guilty for punishing you so severely." Consort Tian shook her head. "It's not your fault, Your Majesty. It was my lack of manners that led to this predicament; I disobeyed the Empress. It's all my own fault." Chongzhen continued, "Don't blame the Empress. The hierarchy cannot be disregarded. The Empress is my first wife; she's been with me since I was Prince Xin. Over the years, she's managed everything—food, clothing, children's education, and even taking concubines. Thanks to her, I've been able to finish dealing with all the mess in the court and return to the palace to enjoy myself..." Consort Tian covered Chongzhen's mouth. "Your Majesty, let's not talk about this anymore. Just listen to me play the zither for you, like before." "Having said that, Consort Tian loosened her dress, sat down on a chair, and began to slowly pluck the strings of her zither. Chongzhen walked behind Consort Tian, his hands climbing onto her breasts and gently kneading them. He then licked her neck with his tongue. Consort Tian groaned, but his hands did not stop. A melody of 'Spring River Flower Moon Night' echoed through the palace. They only stopped their flirtation when Empress Zhou returned to the Qianqing Palace with a tray and pushed open the door. Emperor Chongzhen turned around and smiled awkwardly, 'Ah, Empress, you're back. What are you doing here?' The vermilion doors opened wide, and moonlight spilled in like a silver lake. Empress Zhou, bathed in this beautiful scenery, looked like Chang'e descending to earth. Upon closer inspection, Empress Zhou wore a nearly transparent gauze dress, her fair body faintly visible in the moonlight, her breasts with two pink nipples standing erect, and her pubic hair glistening with moisture." A pair of jade lotuses hung barefoot, adorned only with red ropes and copper bells tied to her slender ankles. With each graceful step, the bells jingled. Emperor Chongzhen, dumbfounded, watched Empress Zhou approach, still unable to comprehend her presence. Empress Zhou smiled alluringly, poured herself a cup of wine, and drank it. Her crimson lips pressed against Chongzhen's, slowly feeding him the wine. Not to be outdone, Consort Tian poured herself a cup of wine, but instead of feeding it to Chongzhen, she knelt and took his penis into her mouth. The cool wine and the burning red lips brought Chongzhen an intense, ecstatic pleasure. Consort Tian diligently sucked on Chongzhen's penis, occasionally glancing up at his face, only to find that his gaze never left Empress Zhou's face, his large hands exploring her body. Consort Tian, filled with rage, immediately employed the oral sex techniques taught to her by her seniors in the palace. Her delicate tongue licked from the head of Chongzhen's penis to his scrotum, frequently employing advanced skills such as deep throating and tongue-twisting. Before long, Chongzhen ejaculated into Consort Tian's mouth. Empress Zhou knelt beside Consort Tian, the empress and consort each grasping Chongzhen's penis, their faces pressed together, each taking one of his testicles in their mouths. Looking at the two beauties kneeling before him, Chongzhen felt all his worries and anxieties vanish. At this moment, he was the supreme ruler of this central empire, enjoying the wholehearted service of the most beautiful women in the world. It was as if he had returned to the day he ascended the throne, full of vigor and ambition. But the loyal and kind elder brother who had once shared his vision of the future, passionately proclaiming the goal of pacifying Liaodong in five years, was someone he would never see again in this life. Yes, he was wrong. He had been controlled by his lust for power and possession. He had listened to the slander of the Donglin Party. For reasons he himself could not believe, he had cruelly murdered Yuan Chonghuan. He was wrong. Reclining in his chair, Chongzhen closed his eyes, but tears welled up in his eyes.A few tears fell. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him. A delicate, pink tongue licked away Chongzhen's tears. Opening his eyes, he found Empress Zhou gazing at him with deep affection. "Your Majesty, why grieve? In this beautiful setting, cast aside your worries," Empress Zhou said, exchanging a smile with Consort Tian. They spoke simultaneously in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty," and "This concubine, this servant, wishes to..." That night, the Qianqing Palace was filled with the sounds of warbling and whispering, a scene of passionate romance. The Ming Dynasty was like a great tree, now battered by wind and snow, cold and dry. Capable ministers and generals like Yuan Chonghuan, Lu Xiangshan, Sun Chengzong, and Sun Chuanting were either dead or surrendered. The court had no one left to use, nor any soldiers. The three armies of the Beijing Garrison, supposedly numbering 100,000, were actually limited to a maximum of 10,000. And how many of those 10,000 were truly willing to fight was even more uncertain. The officials and princes of the Ming Dynasty were all incredibly wealthy. But the Ming Dynasty's treasury was emptied to the point of starvation. Left with no other option, Emperor Chongzhen ordered officials and wealthy merchants to donate voluntarily. But how could these short-sighted officials possibly hand over their money to the state? Everyone made excuses and evasions. Some ministers even claimed to have sacrificed their entire fortunes to alleviate the crisis, but only contributed a few dozen taels of silver. When Chongzhen questioned them loudly, these ministers claimed that the founding emperor had decreed that the salaries of Ming officials were extremely low. This was already their entire fortune; if they donated tens of thousands of taels, wouldn't they be parasites on the state, corrupt officials embezzling the interests of the Ming Dynasty? Everyone in the court and the public agreed—they didn't have to pay anything and could still maintain a reputation for integrity; why not? Even the Empress's biological father, the Emperor's uncle, Lord Zhou, only donated 5,000 taels. When Chongzhen returned to the palace and rambled incoherently like a wild beast, the emperor suddenly suffered a stroke and fainted. Empress Zhou was terrified and immediately summoned the imperial physician. The physician's emergency treatment saved the emperor's life. However, Emperor Chongzhen remained unconscious and unable to govern. Empress Zhou, left with no other option, had to step in and take charge. At this time, two pieces of news arrived simultaneously: first, the Shun army in the south had captured Kaifeng, and their vanguard was about to leave Zhangde Prefecture and enter Hebei; second, the Manchus in the north had invaded, capturing the important town of Xuanfu and killing the governor of Shanxi. The Manchu envoys had already entered Beijing. The court and the public were divided into two factions: those advocating peace held the upper hand, while the war faction, though smaller in number, used the ancestral precepts of the Ming Dynasty to suppress their opponents. A heated debate ensued. Three days later, the Manchu vanguard appeared on the outskirts of Beijing, and the panicked princes and ministers finally reached a consensus. They summoned the Manchu ambassador to discuss peace negotiations. In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Empress Zhou, dressed in a phoenix robe, sat regally on the dragon throne. Her fair face held a chilling intensity, her beauty cold and noble. The civil and military officials, divided into two rows, discussed amongst themselves in the main hall. "What conditions do you think the Northern barbarians will negotiate?" "Who knows? Nothing more than gold, silver, treasures, grain, and beauties. We'll give them whatever they want." "Bah! You shameless scoundrel! What's the difference between us and those cowards of the Northern Song? Have you all forgotten the ancestral teachings of 'No marriage alliances, no reparations, the emperor guards the nation's gates, the monarch dies for the state'?" "You old codger, all you do is spout this useless nonsense! Why don't you go defend Beijing? Lead these lowly soldiers, without even pay, to fight those ruthless Jurchens?" "Sigh, if you ask me, we should have just not framed Governor Yuan. Now we wouldn't be worrying about these things." "Come on! Back then, you were the one who repeatedly submitted memorials accusing Yuan Chonghuan of harboring bandits and plotting rebellion." "Forget it, forget it. I won't say anymore." Empress Zhou felt a chill in her heart. She was a wise woman and knew that facing the combined attack of the Manchus and the Shun Dynasty, the court had no chance of winning. Compared to Yuan Chengzhi, who had killed her father, and the rebel leader Li Zicheng, who had cried out that the Ming Dynasty was doomed, the northern Tartars were much easier to deal with. However, judging from the ugly behavior of these officials, she was unlikely to get any help from them. At this moment, a voice called out from outside the palace, "The Qing envoys have arrived!" For a moment, the Hall of Supreme Harmony was silent. Two short, ugly men with ugly, shaved heads and scarred faces strode in arrogantly. A stench emanated from their fur robes, and the princes and ministers covered their mouths and noses, retreating in all directions. Some of the more timid ones were so frightened that they wet themselves on the spot. The two Jurchen Tartars were even more disdainful at the sight. They walked a few steps in front of Empress Zhou before stopping. Their lewd gazes seemed to pierce through her phoenix robe. At this moment, the two men lowered their heads slightly. In broken Chinese, they said, "The Qing envoys, the Bordered Red Banner Gushan Ezhen Yuetuo and the Bordered Yellow Banner Niru Mulu, pay their respects to the Empress of the Great Ming." After speaking, they raised their heads, staring intently at Empress Zhou's beautiful face, lewd smiles playing on their lips. Empress Zhou had never seen such terrifying people before. Her face paled, but she forced herself to remain composed. "Welcome to the two envoys. My Emperor of the Great Ming is unwell and unable to receive you. Therefore, I will be in charge of discussing the truce between our two countries." The two Jurchens laughed loudly. "In our Jurchen tradition, women are merely slaves who bend over and wait to be fucked. State affairs should not be discussed by mouths like yours, which have been sucked by dicks. We only discuss matters with the men in charge." Upon hearing this, the courtiers erupted in uproar. A minister with gray hair stepped forward and shouted, "You shameless beasts! How dare you humiliate our Empress of the Great Ming! This is outrageous!" Yue Tuo sneered, then suddenly drew his sword and killed the minister. A scream erupted in the hall, and the guards rushed in, raising their weapons at the two Jurchens. Just then, someone shouted, "Take down these two Jurchens!" "The guards roared and charged forward. But these guards were untrained in battle, all show and no substance, lacking real combat experience. In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, the entire group of guards was cut down. Blood flowed like a river in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, countless ministers lay in pools of blood, some wounded, many dead. Two Jurchens, like demons returning from hell, were covered in blood, yet had few wounds. Looking around, no one dared to step forward. They began to laugh arrogantly, "You cowardly Ming dogs, you only deserve to be our pigs and sheep. Our Great Qing still has tens of thousands of troops outside the city, Beijing can be captured in a single night. Who dares to resist?" The ministers murmured in silence, and Yue Tuomulu laughed again. They walked straight to Empress Zhou and were surprised to find a wet stain on her trembling phoenix robe. Yue Tuo shouted, "Your Majesty, Empress of the Ming Dynasty, why are you urinating in public?" Even the lowest, most lewd prostitutes among us Jurchens wouldn't do such a thing in public. Could it be that the Empress of the Ming Dynasty was chosen from among the lowest prostitutes? Empress Zhou's vision blurred, and her delicate body slumped weakly onto the dragon throne. It was all over. Her reputation, and His Majesty's face, had been completely ruined by these Jurchens' words. Yue Tuo was no pushover. He shouted, "In our Jurchen tradition, when friends visit our home, the hostess is expected to serve them with her body. If the Ming Dynasty and our Qing Dynasty wish to become brotherly nations and stop the war, then our first condition is that your Empress accompany us brothers for a few rounds! Do the esteemed officials of the Ming Dynasty agree?" The hall was deathly silent; everyone was watching each other's expressions. No one dared to speak. Yue Tuo gave Muru a wink, and Muru went down to the nearest minister, grabbing him and asking, "My lord, do you agree?" The minister opened his mouth, trembling, unable to utter a word. Muru, growing impatient, killed him with a single stroke. He moved on to the next victim. Several people were killed in this way. Someone couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "Yes! Yes! I beg the Qing envoy to enjoy the body of my Ming Empress!" Empress Zhou looked down, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. This obsequious man, who had repeatedly said he would offer her to the Tartars, was actually her own father. Yue Tuo laughed loudly and asked Empress Zhou, "So, Your Majesty, how do you intend to serve me?" Empress Zhou, heartbroken, closed her eyes quietly. She said, word by word, "This...is...impossible. Kill me! I will not be dishonored!" Empress Zhou, terrified, cried out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my daughter, you wretched girl! Just agree to their demands! Do you want to see your father die before your eyes?" Yue Tuo forcibly opened Empress Zhou's eyes, his face lewd, and said, "I've heard that you Han people govern the world with filial piety. Do you, as her daughter, really want to see your father die before your eyes? If you're so eager to die, we'll tear your father to pieces first." Empress Zhou thought to herself, how could there be such shameless people in this world? She stopped struggling and gave up resisting. Yue Tuo laughed loudly, and with a sudden burst of strength, Empress Zhou's breasts were freed from her phoenix robe. Yue Tuo's eyes widened. "Goodness, these wanton breasts are as big as my fists. It seems there must be a lot of milk inside." With that, Yue Tuo roughly kneaded Empress Zhou's breasts. "Haha. Your Majesty, why are your nipples hard? But why can't I get any milk out of you? Tell me!" Empress Zhou blushed. "I... well, I'm not breastfeeding, so I don't have any milk." Yue Tuo laughed wildly. That's alright, I'll just get you pregnant, won't I? Just thinking about it made him excited. Then he threw Empress Zhou onto the dragon throne and ordered Zhou Guojiu to remove her clothes. Empress Zhou struggled fiercely, but Yue Tuo slapped her breasts repeatedly. Suddenly, Empress Zhou straightened her legs, and her vulva gushed out a stream of lustful fluid. Zhou Guojiu was the first to be sprayed with his daughter's fluid.In a convulsion, he ejaculated all over her crotch. Yue Tuo laughed loudly and ordered Empress Zhou and her father to clean each other's genitals. Empress Zhou had no idea about incestuous relations with her father. Instead, the Duke of Zhou scrambled to spread Empress Zhou's legs and began sucking incessantly. After being cleaned, Empress Zhou was forced to suck her father's shriveled penis. She then crawled on the ground like a dog and licked the Duke of Zhou's semen-covered crotch clean. Yue Tuo and Murei stood in front of and behind Empress Zhou, shouting, "You dog slaves, we Jurchen brothers are going to have sex with your Empress! Everyone, pull down your pants and start masturbating. Finally, I'm going to give your Empress a semen bath. Anyone who disobeys will be beheaded!" The civil and military officials, already aroused, pulled out their penises and began masturbating. Empress Zhou, like a female dog, lay on the ground, her snow-white, plump buttocks raised high, her slightly open vulva constantly flowing with clear, lustful fluid. Standing before Empress Zhou, Yue Tuo tapped her head with his penis. "Your Majesty, you must serve our brothers' cocks well. If we are not satisfied, then we'll have to let others try your body too." Empress Zhou had no choice but to weigh the two evils and nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty, I understand. I will treat you two as I would Your Majesty." Mu Lu slapped Empress Zhou's buttocks. "You wretch, from now on, refer to yourself as 'servant,' understand?" Empress Zhou's given name was Rou, so she replied softly, "Rou-nu understands." Mu Lu laughed loudly. "Then, oh dear, this servant will first try out the skills of this noblewoman of the Ming Dynasty!" With that, Mu Lu grabbed Empress Zhou's plump buttocks and thrust his penis hard into her peach blossom valley. "Ah. So big and so swollen, Rou Nu can't take it anymore... Oh... Oh." Yes, Emperor Chongzhen was thin, and his penis was only the size of an ordinary person. Lacking physical training, Emperor Chongzhen was naturally not as robust as Mu Lu, a burly man who had fought his way to survival in the Northeast. Mu Lu not only had a thick penis, but also powerful hips. Each thrust was with all his might, like a pile driver ramming into Empress Zhou's vagina, causing her to cry out in pain. Yue Tuo was not to be outdone, simultaneously inserting his stinking, filthy penis into Empress Zhou's red lips. Holding Empress Zhou's head, he began to fuck her wildly, as if he were fucking her vagina, not her mouth. Empress Zhou's snow-white body was like a lone boat, swaying precariously in the storm of attacks from the two dark-skinned men, her large breasts bouncing wildly. The two men were thrusting and pounding relentlessly, completely disregarding whether Empress Zhou could withstand their onslaught. Empress Zhou was experiencing ecstasy as both her mouths were frantically occupied. The thick, hard penis roamed freely within her tender orifice, the feeling of fullness she had never experienced in her nearly thirty years of life. If it weren't for the piston-like motion of another penis in her mouth, she would have screamed out loud without restraint. The more dignified a woman is, the more intense her suppressed desires become. A virtuous and chaste woman like Empress Zhou, once freed from the shackles of morality, becomes incredibly seductive and vulgar. Yue Tuo, a seasoned veteran in bed, was unable to control himself in the face of a woman as beautiful and noble as Empress Zhou. He surrendered to her mouth in less than half an incense stick's time. Empress Zhou swallowed all of Yue Tuo's semen, and then carefully cleaned the remaining fluid and smegma from his glans with her tongue. Empress Zhou raised her head and smiled seductively, one hand grasping Yue Tuo's penis and gently stroking it, while her fragrant tongue teased the glans. "Lord Yue Tuo, Rou Nu wants more. Please continue to fuck this slutty and wanton empress of yours hard." Yue Tuo's penis, which had just softened, rose again. He fiercely pushed Mu Lu, who was enjoying himself, away. He directly shoved his penis into Empress Zhou's vagina and thrust wildly. He grabbed Empress Zhou's arms and hair with both hands. While thrusting, he shouted, "Giddy up, giddy up!" Empress Zhou, like a red horse, knelt on both knees, being shoved forward by the impact from behind. "Ah, Master Yue Tuo, you're going to fuck Rou Nu to death. Rou Nu feels so good... oh oh oh oh." Mu Lu was also helpless at this moment, and could only frantically masturbate in front of this live sex show, finally ejaculating hard on Empress Zhou's beautiful hair. At this moment, Yue Tuo also grabbed Empress Zhou's buttocks and pressed against her tightly. Empress Zhou sighed and reached her climax at the same time. A hot spring spurted onto Yue Tuo's glans, and he couldn't help but ejaculate wildly deep into Empress Zhou's uterus. Yue Tuo patted Empress Zhou's face with satisfaction, "Your Majesty is so skilled. Even the most experienced prostitutes in our Great Qing cannot match your skills. You are truly a beauty who serves men, hahahaha." Empress Zhou squatted on the ground, semen flowing continuously from her vagina, dripping onto the ground. She grabbed her breasts while digging at her vulva. "Replying to Master. Since Rou Nu participated in the selection, I have received instruction from the old nanny and learned countless methods of serving men. The reason Rou Nu was able to become the Princess of Xin is because she served Eunuch Wei well with her mouth and body, which is why she stood out among thousands of candidates. If Eunuch Wei Zhongxian hadn't been impotent, Rou Nu would probably have become that eunuch's plaything." Yue Tuo laughed heartily upon hearing this. So this was the Empress of the Great Ming. She was a slut at heart. At that moment, he beckoned, and Yue Tuo and Zhou Kui, the Empress's father, came over. "Today we'll give this Ming Empress a three-hole show, have some fun!" Yue Tuo carried Zhou Kui to the dragon throne, inserting his fingers into her anus and fiddling with it. "Sex slave Empress, has anyone ever played with your anus before?" Zhou Kui blushed and shook her head. "How can such a filthy place as the anus be defiled? Is Rou Nu's back passage still a virgin?" Yue Tuo was even happier. It seemed her useless husband was unworthy of such pleasure; then he would properly develop her chrysanthemum for him! Yue Tuo aimed his penis at Zhou Kui's anus and suddenly released it. Zhou Kui landed heavily on Yue Tuo's lap, her anus instantly swallowing a huge penis. Zhou Kui screamed repeatedly, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. Zhou Kui, that beast, was greatly aroused. He rushed forward, grabbed Empress Zhou's head, and stuffed his penis into her mouth. Mu Lu also thrust hard into the Empress's vagina. The three men attacked simultaneously. Empress Zhou whimpered softly, her body twisting and turning. The three men explored every orifice of the Empress's body, the petite Empress able to withstand each thrust. However, judging from her pleasurable expression, she seemed to be enjoying it. This battle lasted from morning until dusk, with several men taking turns ejaculating into Empress Zhou's three orifices, her vaginal fluids mixed with semen, splashing across the entire hall. When the three men could no longer ejaculate, Empress Zhou collapsed weakly to the ground, her eyes vacant, uttering soft moans. Her genitals and anus were a mess, the tender flesh turned inside out. The milky white semen had dried, forming patches of semen. Her once-coiled hair was now disheveled, strands sticking together. Her powdered face looked as if it were covered with a semen mask. Her pale body was covered in deep red scratches and hickeys. The minister, panting, chuckled, "It's getting late. We really had a great time today. Let's come again another time. As for the peace talks, we'll report back and get back to you. Oh, and don't forget to give our sex slave queen a good bath, ahahahaha." At this moment, the ministers in the hall lined up and took turns ejaculating on Empress Zhou's delicate body. When most of them had left, Empress Zhou seemed to be buried alive in the thick semen. Lying on the cold hall floor, Empress Zhou stared blankly at the ceiling, first laughing loudly, then bursting into uncontrollable sobs. That night, Empress Zhou lay alone in the lake of semen, unconscious, until the next morning when she was discovered by cleaning eunuchs and carried back to the palace for treatment. Empress Zhou dared not make a sound about it, but countless palace servants witnessed it directly or indirectly. Empress Zhou's prestige plummeted. The eunuchs and palace maids no longer obeyed her orders. While they dared not say anything openly, they whispered countless lewd stories about her relationships with the Manchu envoys and the court officials. These discussions only ceased when Emperor Chongzhen awoke from his coma. Upon hearing that the Empress had fallen ill due to the strain of state affairs, Emperor Chongzhen stayed by her side day and night. Empress Zhou felt both ashamed and guilty. She frequently dreamt of those days, especially those magnificent and powerful penises, which caused her to become aroused. She was almost oblivious to the Emperor's concern and inquiries. Thus, seeing his wife's vacant eyes and haggard face, Chongzhen could only shake his head and return to his official duties. During this period, half a month of negotiations between Chongzhen and the Manchus for peace did not go smoothly. The Jurchens could not accept Emperor Chongzhen's arrogance and contempt, and Emperor Chongzhen was unwilling to humbly cede territory and pay reparations to the Manchus. The conversation ended badly. After each Jurchen court assembly, they would go to Kunning Palace to humiliate Empress Zhou. They would make her bark like a female dog, lick the toes of the Jurchens one by one, and dance naked for them. They would whip and sexually abuse her. The most gruesome incident occurred when the Jurchen ambassador was having sex with Empress Zhou when Emperor Chongzhen suddenly entered to visit her. Empress Zhou quickly hid behind a screen, peeking out to say to Emperor Chongzhen, "Your Majesty, why have you come so suddenly? I am bathing... changing clothes is inconvenient... Your Majesty, please excuse me for now... please allow me to change clothes before I come to see you.""Is the Empress unwell? Why are you speaking haltingly?" Empress Zhou dared not reveal the truth. Should she say it was because she was being vigorously penetrated by a man, her buttocks pinned against her, causing her to gasp and moan? "Yes, Your Majesty, I have caught a cold... please forgive me," Emperor Chongzhen said with concern. "In that case, Empress, please get dressed quickly. I must return to handle my memorials." With that, Emperor Chongzhen turned and left. The Empress sighed, turning back to complain, "Why couldn't the master wait a moment? Why did he have to play with Rou Nu right under the Emperor's nose?" The Jurchen man chuckled lewdly. "Wouldn't it be more exciting for your husband to know that his beloved wife has become a sow available to all?" Her plaintive moans echoed again in the Kunning Palace. [The End]

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