The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 251 Supreme Beauty
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The hour of Hai had passed, and it was midnight on the tenth day of the ninth month of the second year of Qianning, the day when Emperor Li and Zhang Hui consummated their marriage.

"Ma'am, I'm coming in then?"

“………………”The Queen said nothing.

The saint came in uninvited. White candles were lit in the room, and the warm yellow glow showed the dark and gloomy environment. What caught my eye were the four paintings of the Yellow Crane in front of the building, the goddess under the moon, the immortal washing the sword, and the peach forest beside the spring. The brushwork was exquisite and the flow of the spirit flowed, and the scene and the scene blended. At first glance, it was the work of the Queen of Heaven.

The Queen of Heaven wore a linen dress like a straw raincoat, with fluttering sleeves, long hair parted in the middle and flowing down her shoulders. She knelt with her hands spread out, quietly blooming in the center of the bamboo mat, with a charming demeanor. Her bright eyes stared blankly at a person walking out from behind the screen: "The green jade table is the Bodhisattva, the towering temple is the lotus. She sacrificed her life to the Black Ping City, and danced all night on the Pink Cliff. She sailed across the Luo River and destroyed the city of Zhou. She sang the Afang tune, ate three kinds of fresh food, and wore mourning clothes in the mourning hall."

"The Holy Mother is at the end of her rope and has fallen into the imperial city."

"The palace sheds blood, the bamboo sheds tears..."

"

After Youyou admired her full figure, the saint sat down opposite. Zhang Hui froze, wondering whose text this was. Immediately, she reacted and closed her eyes.

The saint admired her, but saw a faint blush on her cheeks, showing that her heart was not at peace.

摸着下巴顿了顿，圣人还是在笑，那笑容依稀就是他才遇到张惠时张惠所熟悉的贱兮兮的欠揍模样：“不是破瓜年纪，无情诱得人恼。铁骨精神甜香舌，千百春宵也堪度。却爱亵渎裙子，劝她别束蛇腰。可怜销金，哭摘衣冠，人比蚂蟥瘦。”

This side of Emperor Li was what Zhang Hui could not resist the most.

Listening to his vivid tune, she couldn't help but feel helpless and wanted to laugh. Is this all you've learned? She breathed in and out silently, trying her best not to think about anything else. But before she could breathe in and out for a few breaths, her rhythm became disordered again: her waist trembled, and the knot was quietly climbed up by the devil's claws.

"Does it have to be today?" she asked. Her voice was calm, making it hard to guess what she was thinking.

"Yes, it has to be today."

Zhang Hui hesitated to speak.

Finally, she grabbed his wrist, her expression changing: "I don't want to. This is too presumptuous, too provocative to the gods, I can't get over it."

"I understand..." The saint patiently and gently advised: "The laws of Taoism are set by humans and are used to rule the people. We only need to abide by a small part, or even ignore it. As long as we have power or have made some achievements, we can do whatever we want. There are also people who will speak for us. For my reputation, Zheng Yanchang will not even allow the historian to record this matter. What are you afraid of?"

"Besides, the scolding is directed at me." The saint held her in his arms and rubbed her face: "Emperor is always scolded. I don't care about the people of the world. I keep my word, work hard, endure hardships, don't kill people indiscriminately, and am magnanimous... This is my nature. I am not pretending because I am afraid of the outside world's comments."

"This is wrong. If you don't respect the laws of nature, you will easily become a demon like Zhu Wen or Sun Ru." Zhang Hui shook his head and said, "I don't care about what others say. I have been scolded and laughed at many times over the years. I don't care what others say."

"Then why not?"

"I can't convince myself to have sex with someone in front of my deceased husband's funeral. It would be shameful, and my ugly appearance would be exposed, and my obscene sounds would be heard outside."

"So..." The saint opened his mouth and changed his words: "Actually, you are willing, but you can't convince yourself. After all, you have already begun to persuade and negotiate with yourself in your heart, but you haven't convinced yourself yet."

"sophistry."

The saint avoided answering and went straight to the point: "We have been naked for so long, what is the point of holding on to the last pass now?"

Zhang Hui said sadly: "Whether it is meaningful or not has nothing to do with my persistence."

The sage was speechless. He was disappointed with this answer, but also satisfied with it. He thought so when he first came. He had changed so much.

Zhang Hui raised her long eyelashes and looked at the man in her face, her beautiful eyes shining with light: "When Gao Yang replaced Wei, Jing Hao would rather die than live in disgrace. My mother was captured by the bandits, and she would rather die than violate their chastity, so they dug out her heart... And what about me? I couldn't die in Tongzhou. I was kidnapped by Zhu Wen, but I didn't die. In order to protect others, I became a slut and played with him? When I came to you, I was touched and touched by you for the sake of your children and old ministers? What do you mean the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains!? Is it funny!? Isn't she just a prostitute?"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, losing her usual calmness and indifference to the world.

The back of his hand was wet, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes to the back of the saint's hand.

"Calm down." The saint ruffled her hair, exerted a little force with his arms, and listened to her thoughts silently.

"But... I can't help it. I'm not doing well myself, but I'm still worried about others. I don't love myself, but I pity others. This is what I deserve..." His tone was full of pain and self-blame, his eyes were dim, and he looked weak and helpless under the lights, sobbing: "You like me... but you actually just treat me as something you can use and vent your anger on. You actually hate me and think I'm disgusting, right?"

The saint gently wiped her eyes: "Each of us is a prostitute, but the parts and things we sell are different. No one is clean. Learning the arts of literature and martial arts, selling goods to the emperor, and being ranked first in the teaching house are all the same. What I feel for you, you can judge for yourself. As for tonight, I only ask you one question, do you hate Zhu Wen?"

After the outburst, Zhang Hui gradually calmed down, with an unreadable look in her big eyes: "Remember you asked me why there were so many wounds on my fingertips, and what I told you about the bad play?"

The saint nodded: "Remember."

"I shot him every time I wanted to kill him. I cut my hands 23 times."

"I didn't ask for anything in return for his flattery. I have repaid his kindness to me."

"I understand." The saint interrupted her: "Do you believe in the existence of the underworld?"

"Always believe it."

"Then - if he could see us, do you want him to howl in anger in hell and jump up and down? With his obsession with you..." Emperor Li said as he put her down and took off his clothes and threw them behind his head. He was soon shirtless. The muscle contours and blood vessel distribution of his arms had an amazing visual impact, and his chest and stomach were also solid like Jingtian. His whole body was filled with a terrifying sense of violence that would make Chongyan, Shufei, and A Zhao scream, make Rounu roll her eyes and faint, and paralyze the three Wus and two Xiaos. With a height of nearly 1.8 meters, he stood there with his hair disheveled, highlighting a fierce and elegant look, a masterpiece of masculine beauty.

In comparison, Zhang Hui, who was sitting in the shadow in front of him, looked like a little white rabbit. But he exuded a light and stimulating fragrance, with a subtle smell of sweat and body odor. It was so good that it made her intoxicated. Even though she had subconsciously smelled and seen Zhang Hui many times and had always remained calm, her whole body still heated up quickly, and her earlobes and face were burning. That was the reaction of the instinctive estrus and instinctive mating desire from the female biological genes - to a strong, beautiful, safe and reliable male.

Emperor Li took a step forward, getting closer and closer.

The queen's scalp felt numb, her face turned red, her heartbeat accelerated violently, and her chest pounded like a drum.

She suddenly remembered the humiliation she suffered that year. She couldn't help herself, and was completely self-forgetful, with a slutty look. For many years afterwards, she questioned herself whether she was really a bitch or whether women were born to be lewd and have dirty souls. Later, when she embarked on the path of immortality, she slowly figured it out.

Those feelings of comfort and the passing of time are nothing but the body's instincts.

Just like when a finger touches ice, the flame will quickly withdraw, and the spirit will be low at dusk. When you are happy, you will laugh, and when you are sad, you will cry. No one will think that they are weak because they are afraid of fire, nor will they feel inferior or cowardly because they cry. These are just emotions and instincts. The same is true for the addiction that is constantly generated when being played with. Promiscuous is just a word that people use to criticize such things and humiliate women for not keeping their chastity. As long as the heart is bright and bright, it doesn't matter if the nine chains are added to the body.

The same was probably true for Meng Cairen and Zheng Zhaoyi.

The devil's crazy whispers rang in my ears: "Don't be nervous, relax, relax..."

"You can't do this to others in the future. I hate raping other people's wives and daughters."

"You cannot treat me better than any of your wives and concubines in the harem. Do not let my family discord affect state affairs."

"I understand. I have built new Taoist temples in the palace, one is called Zhenxian Temple, and the other is Fanyunfuyu Tower. When it is completed, I will ordain you, Ayuan, Yueyi, Lingya, and Lingrou as nuns. Zhen and Zi are just brats, they are no different from two flies in my eyes. I don't like killing people, just don't mess with me. When they grow up a little, I will send them to Jiaozhou. Wang Yanzhang, Shui Wusheng... as long as they don't rebel..."

The saint sat down beside her.

Zhang Hui immediately smelled a distinct fragrance, which made her body go limp and her eyes gradually become blurred.

"Huangfu Lin said that you are a gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be such a bad man..."

The saint took off her rough outer linen, revealing her pure white mourning clothes: "Even I don't want to talk to honest men, let alone you women? No one likes honest people, except for military leaders..." As he spoke, the mourning coat was removed: "I heard that Zhu Wen treated you very well?"

"He planted a city of flowers and trees for me, bought me some rotten chess pieces, and built the Jiade Hall in imitation of the Han Dynasty. He obeyed my orders..."

"That's really good."

"Once he almost strangled me to death. After killing Zhu Zhen, he secretly planned to eliminate the so-called accomplices, and I stepped into the gates of hell to bring back the materials for killing. Another time he wanted to kill Zhu Youyu, I ran to the scene in slippers and cried and made a fuss, and I saved him by saying all kinds of things. Afterwards, he beat me severely. I was weak during those days and almost lost half my life. There were many similar situations..."

"What you heard was just superficial. You have no idea what kind of life I lead."

"What a beast." The saint sighed, while sorting out the complicated buttons of his underwear: "So pitiful. Why don't you run away?"

"He used his men to threaten me and put pressure on me in various ways. He even killed more than 30 civil servants at one time to warn me."

Of course, this is not the most outrageous thing. After he became emperor, he went out one time and ran very fast. Some ministers could not catch up with him and were late, so they were killed.

"Zhu Wen is so cruel, why would people like Jing Xiang still be willing to serve him?"

"There are thousands of civil officials in Xuanwu, but how many are Jing Xiang? Li Zhen is a good son of a noble family, but he was appointed as a governor by imperial decree and went to Bianzhou to plot a rebellion. Jing Xiang calls himself an old slave of the Zhu family. Those who are treated well are shameless and have bones as soft as tofu."

This……

It was indeed big, round and soft. I buried my face in the groove and sniffed deeply. This was the woman I had thought about countless times and I was finally going to get her…

"Have you ever attempted suicide?"

"Yeah. After that, I'm under surveillance at all times. Don't mention him."

"Okay." The saint had already put his hands into the last layer of the thin, collarless and armless tube top that was tightly tied around his body.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the button on the back.

After untying it, he gently pulled out a blasphemy from under his armpit.

When I put it on my face, it felt warm and hot, with a slightly cheesy but indescribable complex smell: "Hahaha, fragrant, fragrant, delicious!"

Backhanded blasphemy.

Zhang Hui's chest trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

Her heart was pounding, with all kinds of emotions intertwined. Her sister and daughter were keeping watch next door... At this moment, she felt her eyes moist and warm. Emperor Li was actually kissing the remaining tears in her eyes and on her face: "It's salty, indeed." Zhang Hui suddenly felt warm and itchy. Her mind was blank and confused. She felt weak and her lower body was uncomfortable.

The saint stretched out his excited claws, but didn't know where to start with Zhang Hui.

Nearly 1.8 meters tall, weighing more than 130 kilograms, a big car. Qi, Chu, Shu, Qin, Liang, Zhao, Wu, Yan... Women from different places do have their own characteristics. Finally, he held her flexible, strong, smooth and hot mermaid waist.

How did you get this body shape without exercising? Are some people born with this body shape?
His hands moved upwards and slowly cupped a pair of armpits. When he caught a glimpse of the dense and lush black hair under his armpits, he suddenly became ill and licked them with one hand, while his other hand touched the other armpit at the same time: "Hmm, it feels good..."

"I'm itchy... stop it soon, why do you have this hobby?"

The sage was vague: "You don't understand, you don't understand... Those who know me think that I am worried. Those who don't know me... I can't live without armpit hair and body odor, just like the holy Tang couldn't live without Chang'an and Luoyang..."

"I can't stand it. I'll shave it tomorrow."

It was as if he had stepped on a cat's tail: "If you dare to scratch me, I will die in front of you!"

"Walls have ears. Be careful..." Zhang Hui was confused and suddenly asked curiously, "Are you afraid of death?"

The sage said: "I am not too afraid, I am just afraid of dying suddenly and dying unworthy."

"You must have had the feeling of near death, right? During the Tongguan incident, I heard that you were shot in the face. Also at Shouyang Mountain, I was worried about you. The military report said that you were almost captured alive. Many soldiers saw what you looked like and came back to describe you as courageous, beautiful, and good at archery. You shot down the big banner with one arrow, and made Zhu Wen so angry that he vomited blood... You were slapped in the face by the eunuch, but you still managed to accomplish such a feat. Did you feel like you were going to die many times?"

The saint was in a panic. He turned over and pressed her under him. He didn't have time to talk nonsense: "There's nothing I can do. Besides, how can I get a woman like you without risking my life?"

Zhang Hui was already out of breath: "You know my story, but you're not picky."

"I like you as a person. Because I like you as a person, I want to have your body and soul. If I don't like a woman, I won't touch her even if she begs me to."

Zhang Hui held his head, panting, "Do I look like your wife or concubine?"

"Not like."

"Then do you want to see if everything is different?"

The saint choked, not expecting the queen to suddenly get on the highway, and was dumbfounded on the spot: "Of course I thought about it."

Zhang Hui pushed him away and sat up, sweating profusely. Her cheeks were flushed, and her skirt was still on: "There are more than a dozen men who have taken off my clothes, but I have never taken off a man's clothes."

"Gurgle..." The saint's Adam's apple slid, and he stared straight into Zhang Hui's blurry eyes, asking in a mysterious way, "How many times have you slept with Zhu Wen?"

"Very rarely. Zhu Youzhen was born in the sixth year after he married me. I don't let him touch me, usually once every few months or half a year."

"So, in the twelve years you've been married, you've only had sex less than ten times?"

"That's right, don't mention him." His chest muscles suddenly felt hot, and a wet, sweaty hand pressed against his chest muscles, then slowly moved down to his abdominal muscles, and continued down. The saint almost fainted. Zhang Hui leaned over, her left cheek pressed against his right cheek, and both of them felt their skin sticky, sticky, and burning: "Don't move... I... am your woman... There are many titles that I haven't used for him. Country, Su Wang, Lord, Supreme, County Magistrate, Head of State... Which one do you like?"

"Where are they from?" The saint softened in her arms, dazed.

"In the early Han Dynasty, the emperor was called the county official, while in the later Han Dynasty, he was called the state."

"Han Shu: Now we send envoys to carry out the orders of the Supreme Lord to send the merchants from the barbarians."

"The Book of Yin: Yi Yin followed Tang and talked about the affairs of the Su Wang and the Nine Lords. The Su Wang is the ancient sage king. It also refers to the most virtuous person in the world who was given a throne by the emperor but did not occupy it."

"The Book of Documents says: 'The head is wise, and the arms and legs are good. The head is the head. The ruler and his subjects are like one body. The head is the ruler.'"

"Letter to Ren Shaoqing: "When the news of Ling's defeat reached the emperor, the emperor lost his appetite. "History of Song Dynasty: The emperor ruled the world with filial piety."

"They're all good, uh... the county magistrate is a bit rustic..." The saint bit her shoulder, pushed her down with red eyes, spread her legs and tore off her legs: "The rest is up to you... The Supreme and the Beauty..."

"Supreme Su Wang is the most suitable for you. These two titles only belong to..." The Queen of Heaven shuddered and grabbed the clothes thrown aside and put them under her body: "Be gentle, I'm a little scared."

The saint's knees were hurt by the messy pile of clothes she was lying on, so he lifted his legs and pulled out a handful of them and threw them away.

Unexpectedly, the Queen rolled her eyes: "Supreme—"

"how?"

The queen ignored him, turned her head to the side on the seat, pulled the clothes over and stuffed them back under her big round buttocks.

After the warmth, under the flickering candlelight, the hot atmosphere spread infinitely in the room. The four eyes met, and the saint only took a glance and became dazed: "Sister, then I'll come in."

"Anthracene..."

This time he really went in.

"This, this." But in an instant, the saint's dizzy mind became clear: "How...how can this be...this is unreasonable?"

"What's unreasonable about that?" Zhang Hui asked weakly.

It's okay to be a fan, but it's even worse than when A Zhao, Yu Wenrou, Princess Galan and others were involved.

unbelievable.

After that, 69 people were not allowed to write the story due to the censorship.

It is worth mentioning that the queen's figure is very flexible and her basic dance skills are solid. When she was a child, she had learned all kinds of dance movements and postures, such as horizontal splits, vertical splits, and bending back to touch the ground... But she really didn't know that the calves could be attached to the face. She could also be upside down with her feet facing the sky.

"Wuwuwu..." A burst of wailing was heard from next door, followed by the monks' and Taoists' chanting of sutras to pray for the souls of the dead.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky suddenly became bright.

The supreme beauty sleeps in each other's arms.

The goods have been inspected, very smooth
There is also an original one.

She felt uncomfortable under her body, so she pulled out the piece of clothes that had been crumpled into a knot. Just as she was about to throw it away, she felt warm and damp to the touch, and it was still dripping with water, so she put it to her nose and smelled it. The afterglow of the full combustion had not yet faded, and the Queen's consciousness was empty. She was sweating profusely, and her hair was wet, as if she had just walked out of the bath, shivering from time to time. Her face was also frighteningly pale, as if she had a serious illness and her soul was drained out. Seeing Emperor Li's actions, she stretched out her hand and snatched it away! She threw it into the corner with difficulty, then covered her face with her hands: "I am too ashamed to see anyone, I am so ashamed. I am thirty-three years old and I still wet the bed, and it was not just once, and I peed so much. This is a secret!"

Sister, please hold back. If there was not a drop left, this sentence would have triggered another dispute between Liang and Tang. The saint hammered his numb waist, frowning: "Okay, secret, sleep, I'm going to die..."

The Supreme has his beauty again.

The two naked men fell asleep face to face in each other's arms. The queen, who was exhausted and couldn't even sit up, fell asleep first, her face flushed, and she looked very cute in his arms with a sweet expression and soft snoring.

The saint puts his hands where they should be.

My wish has been fulfilled, worldly ties have ended, the four elements are empty, and I can devote myself to work.

(End of this chapter)