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Story 45: Beauty Series

Beauty Series (美人系列)

Author: Li Duan

Short Conversation

Xi Shi’s impression of King Gou Jian of Yue was very vague.

Xi Shi only knew that Gou Jian would come to visit from time to time during her several years of artistic practice. Although the west Shi was the most outstanding among dozens of girls, but she was not paid special attention to by King Gou Jian of Yue because of this. Xi Shi is not here either. It turns out that Xishi knew that the King of Yue was very busy, and she was just learning singing and dancing. What’s more, Xi Shi likes singing and dancing, likes. During the peaceful singing and dancing scene, Xi Shi was afraid of falling into the war memories of her childhood.

The first conversation between Xi Shi and Yue King Gou Jian was on the eve of Xi Shi and several other girls being sent to the Kingdom of Wu.

You must serve the King of Wu as you would a monarch, a father, and a husband. The tone of Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was very kind. If the king is satisfied, he will not raise troops to attack the country of Yue. Your family will be safe and you can live a comfortable life.

When can we come back? Xi Shi asked suddenly. Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, I don’t know either.

When the river flowed slowly under the boat, Xi Shi had a premonition that she would never come back. Xi Tzu is not very
Sad, Xishi thought I could finally escape that memory.

As expected, King Wu Fu Chai doted on Xi Shi like a monarch, father, and husband. Xi Shi’s initial reaction to the war. The initiator was deeply afraid, but she gradually discovered the gentle and fragile side of King Wu Fu Chai. That’s it. Is it the legendary cruel King Wu Fuchai? Once Xi Shi woke up from a slumber due to illness and saw King Wu’s wife. When Chai sat beside her bed and cried, Xishi couldn’t help but gently hold Wu Wang Fucha’s hand.

I just had another nightmare. I dreamed that my father and brother died tragically in the war. promise me forever. Don’t go to war with Yue, okay?

I don’t like war either. I just want to keep you like this forever. King Wu Fu Chai said that the war was over.

The person Xi Shi fears most is Wu Zixu. Xi Shi always avoids Wu Zixu like a snowman avoiding the sun.
However, they inevitably met alone in the corridor.

How about King Gou Jian of Yue? Wu Zixu asked.

He is very silent, but he is very kind to the people. Everyone said he was a kind man.

And it is said that King Wu Fu Chai was a cold person, right? Wu Zixu sneered slightly.

Xi Shi hesitated for a while and replied that it was because the people did not understand King Wu.

That’s because the people didn’t understand Gou Jian. Wu Zixu corrected. Yue should be proud of such an amazing king.
I’m also proud of your amazing deception, right?

What kind of trick? Xi Shi’s heart tightened. Beautiful lies cannot hide the curse in your eyes.

No, I have not. Xi Shi avoided Wu Zixu’s aggressive gaze. I like King Wu and the country of Wu.
You see, I now speak the dialect of Wu, and my living habits are no different from those of Wu people.
Is Yue State my hometown? But it only gives me some distant and tragic memories.

You lied for so long that you even believed the lie yourself. But you can’t lie to me. Wu Zixu’s tone left no room for doubt.

Shut up, you lunatic. The appearance of King Wu Fu Chai ended Xi Shi’s embarrassment. I know what Xi Shi said
The truth. King Wu Fu Cha took Xi Shi and walked away, but Xi Shi heard Fu Cha’s tired whisper, “I know is enough.”

When Xi Shi met Yue King Gou Jian again, war was still inevitable. It’s just a matter of the winner and loser’s Changed position. You did very well. When King Gou Jian of Yue stood in the main hall of Wu Palace, he finally showed Xi Shi an approving smile.

Xi Shi looked at King Wu Fu Cha. There was no resentment in his eyes, only deep exhaustion. Did I promise something, why can’t I remember it at all? Xi Shi’s heart began to hurt again.

The fight continued, and familiar people fell one by one. When the swords of Yue King Goujian and Wu King Fucha were at the same time, When they stabbed each other, Xi Shi ran between them.

Get out of the blockade

I’m just waiting to die here. When Wang Zhaojun lived in the Han Palace, he told himself this every day. But
Wang Zhaojun was helpless until he heard the news that the emperor wanted to choose a maid to marry Huhanxie Chanyu.

Wang Zhaojun stared at his face in the bronze mirror and concentrated on putting on bright lipstick, which was as brilliant as the one in the Han Palace. Colorful peach blossoms.

Wang Zhaojun was then taken to the court to meet the two most powerful men.

Emperor Yuan of the Han Dynasty looked very yellow. When Hu Hanxie Chanyu’s face overflowed with a satisfied smile, Emperor Han Yuan’s face became even more expressionless yellow. When Wang Zhaojun was about to leave the Han Palace, he saw Emperor Han Yuan’s expression of regret that he couldn’t hide at last. Wang Zhao Jun sneered secretly, she thought she should be satisfied if she could make the emperor depressed.

When Wang Zhaojun left the fortress, he was not holding the pipa as people say. The fatigue of the long journey made her Exhausted.

Wang Zhaojun only carried the bronze mirror with her because she heard that the Huns could not make such exquisite objects.

Wang Zhaojun gradually adapted to life in the grassland and gave birth to two children for Hu Hanxie Shanyu. In the bronze mirror, His appearance gradually became a little bit vicissitudes of life. Wang Zhaojun looked at the old Hu Hanxie Shanyu next to him, thinking that once he used it. Once your life is complete, you can ask to go home. Home is not in the Han Palace but in the far south.

The news of the death of Emperor Han Yuan came only a long time later. Wang Zhaojun was in a strange mood. She thought about that time. It was the man I longed for day and night, so I felt a little sentimental. When Huhanxie Chanyu died.

In the midst of grief, Zhaojun flashed a hint of happiness that he could finally leave this alien land. In this monotonous life that he has long been tired of, Wang Zhaojun has nothing to do except get old. It is a bit like the old days. The feeling of being in the Han Palace.

Although Wang Zhaojun knew that the custom of the Xiongnu was to marry the mother after the father died, she still had some luck after the initial shock. Fortunately, after all, I have a special status. So Wang Zhaojun wrote a memorial to the new emperor of Chang’an, requesting that he be taken over. Return home. After the memorial was sent out, Wang Zhaojun was in a very irritable mood. Everything he had been used to seeing now changed. It has to be dazzling. It wasn’t until he beat his slave for the first time that Wang Zhaojun realized his desire to go home all these years.
How intense.

The edict from the new emperor of Chang’an finally came, with three simple words: “Follow the customs of Hu”. Wang Zhaojun’s heart. It’s very cold, and there is a sense of clarity. How can the new emperor expect it? Wang Zhaojun suddenly recalled Han Yuan. The emperor finally couldn’t hide his regretful look. He knew that it would not help, but he still cried with all his heart for the death of Emperor Han Yuan. Had a game.

Naturally, the new Chanyu will not dote on Wang Zhaojun like Huhanxie Chanyu. After all, women in the nomadic life are more tolerant. Easy to age. So while Wang Zhaojun was sitting there, he recalled Hu Hanxie Shanyu’s original love. Wang Zhaojun also thought about it. It was easy to educate the two children, but they were served by the best masters and servants in the Xiongnu, and Wang Zhaojun had no way to get involved. After all, Han women knew nothing about cultivating Xiongnu warriors.

Suddenly one day, Wang Zhaojun discovered that the two children were nothing like him. scorned the customs of the Han family.

“If I become a Chanyu, I can marry you, mother.” said the son.

Wang Zhaojun’s heart trembled: “Would you rather be a Han or a barbarian?” “I am happy to be a barbarian, I want to Be a barbarian. “The son said with a smile and went out of the tent.

Wang Zhaojun sighed and looked at the bronze mirror in the corner. It had been idle for a long time and was covered with green rust. There is also a letter from home, written a year ago, saying that the marriage has made the border peaceful for many years, and the people are grateful.

Wang Zhaojun’s merits.

Merit? Wang Zhaojun smiled bitterly, he could choose to leave the fortress in the Han Palace, but what about after leaving the fortress? Wang Zhaojun looks at the sunset. Yang Huangcao took out a wine glass.