Chapter 131 Chapter Twenty

117 The first thing Cao Mengde did when he returned to Xudu was not to meet Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, but to visit Cai Wenji, the daughter of Cai Yong who had returned from Hudi. Wen Ji has been returning to Xudu together with Chen Lin for a long time.The veterans of the former court heard that she was the daughter of Cai University scholar, and they came to greet her one after another.Especially Kong Rong and the Cao brothers.They are not only interested in Wen Ji's legendary misfortune, but also admire Wen Ji's literary talent.The two brothers simply arranged Wenji to live in Cao's mansion, and even Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty visited Cao's mansion twice to condolences Wenji.

Although Wen Ji was alone, when she returned to Handi, every face made her feel familiar and kind.For twelve years, the image of Shuo Mo in her mind is so deep, the yellow sand covering the sky, the howling wind, the tent full of smell... All these are impossible to forget easily. When friendly people left, especially literary talents left their houses, Wen Ji suddenly felt that the night was so thick and long.At this time, when everything in Xu Capital returned to tranquility, she thought of her two sons. "Mom, do you want to go?" The eldest son ran into the tent one day and hugged her legs. She stroked his slightly curly hair without answering.How do two or three-year-old children understand their mothers.The youngest son was less than a month old, and he was sucking her nipple in his arms, and his other hand was gently stroking her other breast.Probably because she often eats mare's milk, cows and sheep, her thin body can secrete so much milk, her two tits are plump and bulging even though they are not big, the teats are like date pits, and when her son is greedy Under the sucking of the baby, the milk poured into the young life like a trickle.Zuo Xianwang came to her side. He already knew that she was about to leave Hudi. After living with this woman of the Han family for twelve years, his feelings seemed to be domesticated. After experiencing extreme pain, he was able to restrain his violence temper.As the Zuoxian King of the Southern Huns, Huhanye Shanyu has countless concubines and concubines. He only feels a kind of physical satisfaction from them, and he has nothing left after some joy.He loves Wenji, this woman of the Han family is beautiful in every move, even when she sheds tears, she is more beautiful than those concubines who only know how to please him with their bodies.He treated her like a god, cared for her carefully, and tried to make her smile.Every time after a shower, the vast grassland is so fresh and refreshing after being washed by the rain, he always helps her on the horse, and he gallops on the grassland with her in his arms.For the kind of thing between husband and wife, he never insists, only when she needs it, he caresses her carefully, his movements are as gentle as a barbarian with a leaping horse and a knife, once she feels satisfied, he will stop Action, suppressing a strong instinct.

He sheltered her like a bird, and he never allowed anyone to hurt her.Once, his loyal generals, Hu Yan and Zan, suddenly came up behind her when he was not around. Perhaps Wen Ji's beauty was never possessed by any Hu family girl. This general immediately hugged her and touched her frantically. Huhanye Chanyu happened to bump into his tits, he didn't say anything, and with just one slash, the general's head rolled off the ground. To Hu's husband, Wen Ji had to say that she had no feelings.Sleeping together for twelve years, he is so submissive to her, the submissiveness that the Han people can't imagine.As a husband, he is qualified.But as soon as Wenji thought of the scene where the brothers of the Han family were killed and the daughter of the Han family was ravaged, her feelings for him suddenly cooled down a lot.She witnessed the tragic scene on the way to Hu Di: several Hu cavalrymen pressed a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Han woman on the barren slope, and the woman's dress was torn like a tattered flag. In front of the banner, several pairs of big hands scrambled to tear off the red obscene clothes of the Han woman, and then desperately rubbed the woman's newly ripened tits, biting the woman's cherry-like nipples with their mouths, and finally a few barbarian cavalrymen stripped off the woman's skirt, lusting Smiling and touching the private part of the woman's lower body, the woman cried, struggled, and finally let out a heart-piercing scream... That year, Wen Ji was sixteen years old, and her husband Wei Zhongdao died only half a year ago.

How many times, she walked out of the yurt alone, played her beloved pipa in the night, the resentful sound of the piano was like weeping, and told the endless desert and the mountains and rivers about her unfortunate fate and the pain that was difficult to tell others. Wen Ji thought that it would never be possible to return to the land where she was born and raised her in this life. She had been disappointed, even despaired, but when she saw her two sons, the very handsome elder son with slightly curly hair, that was still there. With the little son in her arms sucking her nipples, she has become attached to her life again. After all, half of their blood belongs to her.

The prime minister's letter, which was full of care and fatherly love between the lines, disturbed her calm state of mind which had finally calmed down again.Finally, she handed the letter to her husband tremblingly.He was dumbfounded at first, and then burst into tears.It was the first time she saw this rough man cry, and she also cried and threw herself into his arms.As if it was parting from life and death, he kissed her lips so crazily for the first time, licked her swollen tits, pinched her nipples, and then opened her dress, like an ignorant fool on a wedding night.Afterwards, he leaned against her body, his head between her breasts.For the first time, she caressed that curly hair so emotionally, and suddenly felt a kind of tenderness and pity.

He made only one request: he would keep two sons.Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wen Ji gritted her teeth and boarded the sedan chair sent by the prime minister to pick her up. Back to Han's house, back to Xudu, although she has no home, she seems to be in her own home.Chen Lin treated her like an older brother, which she had already felt on the way back to Xudu.But the prime minister's two sons regarded her as a big sister. She talked with them about literature, about Qu Yuan, Song Yu, Jia Yi, Liu Xiang, Sima Xiangru, Zhuo Wenjun, and all the while talking about today's literary giants.

Wen Ji had heard about the literary talents of Cao's father and son for a long time, and she respected Cao's father and son's talent even more during her contacts with the two sons.When she talked about Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing", she couldn't help crying, as if it was written for her. "The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes and dew turns to frost. The group of swallows resigned and returned to Hu Nanxiang, thinking about the king and the guest. 慊慊 longs to return to his hometown, and Jun Heyan stays and sends it elsewhere.

The concubine stays alone in the vacant room, worrying about thinking about you, and dare not forget. I don't feel tears staining my clothes, and I help the qin to sing the strings to send out the Qing Dynasty. Short songs can't be chanted for long, and the bright moon shines brightly on my bed. The Cotton Glory and the Weaver Girl look at each other from a distance, but you alone can only limit the river beams. "