Hanwang Palace, Baixiang Palace
In addition to listening to music, Hu Meiren also likes to play with flowers and plants. She even spent a lot of money to collect many exotic flowers and plants from Baiyue and planted them around the palace. These various exotic flowers and plants bloomed around the Baixiang Palace. After a week, the fragrance of flowers quietly penetrated into the palace with the summer breeze, giving Hu Meiren the feeling of returning to Huoyu Villa.
Because of the fragrance of flowers that spread throughout the palace, the King of Han named it Baixiang Hall.
At this moment, Hu Meiren seemed a little restless in the Baixiang Palace.
A few days ago, I heard that Zhang Ji's mansion was attacked by giant bandits. I was inexplicably worried about Zhang Ji's safety, but then I thought about it, why should I care about Zhang Ji?
He was just a hateful and audacious little thief who actually dared to give himself up in his own bedroom...and in front of Mrs. Hu.
She still remembered the way her sister questioned her with red eyes after Zhang Ji left that day, but no matter how she explained, her sister was still unwilling to believe her.
After all, in Mrs. Hu's eyes, it was Hu Meiren, the younger sister, who kept seducing Zhang Ji, and finally returned the favor. No matter how good-tempered and gentle Mrs. Hu is, she can't bear to be called by her sister to hide in the corner and watch her play with her man.
Therefore, the two sisters had a rare quarrel that day. It can be said that it was a quarrel, but in fact it was Hu Meiren who was in the wrong and was beaten unilaterally. In addition, Hu Meiren had a sister-like feeling for her sister, Mrs. Hu, so in the end Hu Meiren said that she would no longer associate with Zhang Ji, which eased the relationship between the sisters.
Hu Meiren felt that she and Zhang Ji were just an unexpected romance. Although the performance was indeed a wonderful experience and allowed her to regain the joy of being a woman, she knew that this kind of thing could not continue. , otherwise it will not be good for anyone.
But every time when she was around Han Wangan, Hu Meiren would think of Zhang Ji's strong body and handsome young face, and she couldn't help but admire Han Wangan in front of her. There was a hint of disgust.
Moreover, in recent days, ever since she experienced Zhang Ji's powerful performance, she became increasingly dissatisfied with Han Wangan's state where he could only watch but not play with.
This kind of dissatisfaction was accumulated during the years of being a widow. The original Hu Meiren could tolerate this kind of life, but Zhang Ji broke Hu Meiren's life. Once a person has experienced something that has been missing, it is difficult to leave it.
So, she used the excuse of worry and excitement to declare him into the palace.
Before Zhang Ji entered the palace, Hu Meiren spent a whole hour just taking a bath, soaking herself in a bathtub filled with various herbs and flower petals. The bathtub had become as silky because of Zhang Ji's last watering. Normally smooth skin now looks more hydrated and smooth, and is filled with a light floral fragrance.
However, Hu Meiren seemed to think it was not enough. She sat in front of the dressing table for another hour, selected a box of pink rouge, and carefully took care of her waist-length burgundy hair, like a young girl who was about to meet Xinyi. The lover usually dresses himself up, takes the trouble to try on all the dresses, and tries his best to present the most beautiful side of himself in front of the lover.
Finally, Hu Meiren's long-awaited lover appeared in front of the Baixiang Palace, and she saw the familiar young figure from a distance of dozens of feet. But when the person was about to arrive, Hu Meiren suddenly woke up.
What on earth are you doing?
She is the woman of Han Wangan and the beauty of the harem. Even if it was an accident last time, why do you shamelessly treat him as your lover, looking forward to renewing the previous romantic relationship?
Moreover, he had clearly promised his sister that he would never have anything to do with Zhang Ji again. How could he continue like this?
Full of sadness, Hu Meiren's pretty pale pink face was lowered, completely unaware that Zhang Ji had walked in front of her.
Hu Meiren's personal maids sensibly closed the palace door and stepped back. Of course, they naively thought that their master liked to listen to stories alone. But no matter what, as the sound of the palace door closing reached her ears, Hu Meiren's thoughts returned to reality.
Her small and exquisite nose smelled a faint smell, and she couldn't help but raise her pretty face and saw the young face close at hand.
"You...you are so rude, how dare you sit so far away from me..."
And when she was still trying to pretend to reprimand Zhang Ji for being rude, a pair of strong arms had already embraced Hu Meiren's delicate body. The masculine smell filled her nose, feeling the hotness. Her chest, Hu Meiren's body softened as if it had turned into a puddle of water.
"You are punishing the nine tribes for a capital crime." Hu Meiren's lips were as red as cherry blossoms, and her voice was as sweet as honey. "Aren't you afraid that King Han will find out?"
"Death under the peonies, even being a ghost is romantic."
Zhang Ji put his hands on Hu Meiren's delicate body without scruples, expressing his love for this exquisite and graceful body without any concealment, and spoke words of love to please Hu Meiren.
And Hu Meiren is not a fool. She naturally knows that Zhang Ji likes him because of her appearance and body, but which man in the world is not like this?
Even Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, would probably not be able to fall in love with an ugly girl.
What's more, there is no harm without comparison.
At least Zhang Ji didn't need to coax herself. On the contrary, Zhang Ji would use these sweet words to make her feel happy. Although Hu Meiren, who has received a good education, is not proficient in poetry and poetry, she also knows that just one sentence, "Death under peonies, it is also romantic to be a ghost" can become a classic sentence sung by scholars.
The status of women in this era was not high. Even the poems and poems written by the scholars were only to admonish the king and describe the beautiful scenery. They never wrote poems and poems for women. Therefore, even this short sentence moved Hu Meiren deeply, and her heart was constantly trembling with love.
"Beauty, have you ever heard a story about a traveling scholar and a noble lady?" Zhang Ji lifted Hu Meiren's smooth chin and smiled lightly, as if he was not in any hurry to eat up the charming beauty in his arms. net.
When Hu Meiren saw Zhang Ji calling her a beauty, she became bold and showed a hint of her demeanor as a harem beauty. Not only did he slap Zhang Ji's hand that lifted her chin, he also stretched out the slender jade legs wrapped in white silk fabric. When Zhang Ji's eyes gradually glanced at the slender jade legs, they were as delicate as white jade. The smooth lotus-rooted arms hooked Zhang Ji's neck.
"I have never heard of it, so... I order you to come quickly."
Zhang Ji stroked the slender jade leg wrapped in white silk fabric with one hand, while slowly approaching Hu Meiren in his arms, narrating the story.
"There was once a traveling scholar from Qi State and a noble lady who met by chance in a hotel because of an accident. However, there was only one room, so they could only sleep on the same bed. The noble lady used the rouge she carried with her to put it on the bed. He drew a red line and made an agreement with the scholar scholar, whoever crosses the line will be a beast. Scholar scholar scholar boasts that he has read the books of saints and sages, so naturally he will not behave like a beast. Even if his heart is hot, he still endures it, so the two make peace with each other. A restless night.”
"But I didn't expect that the next morning, the noble lady slapped the scholar-tourist and scolded him for being worse than a beast."
"Pfft!"
Hu Meiren lightly covered her red lips and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her beautiful eyes couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhang Ji. Only Zhang Ji could tell such a nonsensical story.
But...this story is interesting.
Hu Meiren exhaled like a blue breath, her burgundy eyes were full of charm, and her hand hooked on Zhang Ji's neck became harder and harder. She pressed close to Zhang Ji's ear, her soft voice seemed to melt a man's heart, and said charmingly: "Then... do you want to be an animal now, or do you want to be worse than an animal?"
"Then I'll be a beast for a while."
After saying this, Zhang Ji put Hu Meiren on the ground under her exclamation and told her the story of Bo Yaziqi's high mountains and flowing water.
Hu Meiren is a good listener. Not only does she like to listen to Zhang Ji's stories, but she also gives out praises that are sometimes tactful and sometimes high-pitched when the stories are exciting, and she even sheds tears when the stories are emotional.
"I'm sorry, sister."
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