When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 545: Queen Zhao: Please don’t pity the slave family, whip her hard, and vent your anger for the King of Qin!
Zhang Ji said nothing and stared directly at Empress Zhao.

"Prostitute" means "advocate for excellence". It is an artist who entertains people with music, singing, dancing or acrobatics, not the prostitute of later generations.

The background of the prostitute Zhao is actually similar to that of Zhao Ji. Both families fell into decline and fell into the singing and dancing studio. The prostitute Zhao became a singer and Zhao Ji became a dancer. There is no big difference.

Otherwise, if Empress Zhao was really a prostitute from later generations, Zhang Ji would definitely not accept it.

Looking at the voluptuous figure of Zhao Prostitute, Zhang Ji was indeed a little moved.

This is not only because of Queen Zhao’s beauty, but also because of Queen Zhao’s identity.

The Queen Mother of the Kingdom of Zhao, the newly crowned widow, the Queen Mother of the Kingdom, and the biological mother of the Prince Qian of the Kingdom of Zhao, her identity buffs are simply stacked up.

Conquering a Queen Mother is conquest, why not conquer another Queen Mother?

However, Zhang Ji was still a little intimidated.

My heart is beating, but Zhang Ji is not like Prime Minister Cao in later generations, who killed himself and his generals because he couldn't control his belt.

Even if you want to do this kind of thing, you can't do it on your own.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Ji smelled the intoxicating fragrance of Fuyi entering his nose. When he raised his head, he found a sea of ​​snow on Mount Zhi very close at hand, and Guo Kai had left without knowing when.

"Are you thinking about how to deal with the slave family?"

The prostitute Zhao glanced at Zhang Ji with her seductive eyes, stretched out her delicate and slender jade fingers, and gently stroked Zhang Ji's chest. Her red lips parted slightly, and her charming voice rang out softly.

"What the slave family wants is that my son Zhao Qian can enjoy wealth and honor." Zhao Qian bit her thin lips lightly, a thin layer of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she looked like she was crying, "If... if you... Hou does not dislike the beauty of the slave family and is willing to give the slave family a new home..."

Zhao Prostitute didn't finish her words, she buried Zhang Ji's head in her chest. The soft sea of ​​snow from Mount Zhi instantly surrounded Zhang Ji, and the soft and bone-crushing voice penetrated into his ears, captivating his soul.

Haw!

Her moist lips gently kissed Zhang Ji's neck. Zhao Prostitute then sucked and kissed, leaving a deep red mark.

I have to say that although Empress Zhao is not a prostitute, this woman is so charming!

Different from Yan Lingji's natural charm, different from Hu Meiren's soft charm, Tide's charm, and Tian Mi's charm, Zhao Prostitute's charm is the kind of charm with a strong mature flavor. It has the capital to seduce people, and also has With enough experience, you can also put down your face and put down your airs to charm people.

Zhang Ji took a deep breath and resisted doing anything impulsive.

"Your Majesty, please wait here."

Zhang Ji pulled the delicate lotus-rooted arms of Empress Zhao, freed the clinging claws from his arms, and escaped from this gentle village.

Looking at Zhang Ji who was running away in despair, a smile appeared in the originally charming eyes of the prostitute Zhao.

He has obviously dated countless women, but he still shows such a childish side, almost... just like a child.

Outside the big tent, Zhang Ji finally escaped and immediately returned to Ying Zheng's royal tent.

In Ying Zheng's handsome tent, he saw Zhang Ji returning. After just discussing the power of words with Concubine Qi, Ying Zheng, who wanted to continue to communicate in depth about the ways of yin and yang, summoned Zhang Ji angrily.

"Kings!"

Zhang Ji opened the king's tent and cried out in a long voice: "I'm so miserable!" "Qiang Zhen stained my reputation, so Guo Kai actually sent Zhao's prostitute to my tent!"

"Oh, what all the fuss is about, it's just Empress Zhao who is a prostitute... Poof!"

Ying Zheng just took a sip of tea to replenish his lost water and yang energy, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea.

"You know what you're talking about?"

Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Ji with wide eyes, but noticed the bunch of strawberries on Zhang Ji's neck. He instantly realized that Zhang Ji was not bragging. He glanced at the back tent, hooked Zhang Ji's shoulders, and asked in a low voice with a wink. He said: "How does Zhao Yan's woman taste? Is it not as moist as moist?"

Zhang Ji pushed Ying Zheng away angrily: "I haven't touched her yet!"

"If I touch her, I don't know what trouble it will cause, so I just..."

Before Zhang Ji finished speaking, he looked into Ying Zheng's majestic eyes, and Ying Zheng's expression became more solemn.

"Zheng's instructions tell you to take Zhao's prostitute and take revenge on Zheng's behalf!"

"what???"

Zhang Ji looked confused, but saw that Meng Jia had already stepped forward and pulled Zhang Ji out of the royal tent, allowing Ying Zheng to continue his unfinished research on the Yin and Yang.

Zhang Ji, who returned to the handsome tent, looked at the man who was already lying on his side on the bed. Those charming and charming eyes released a sultry charm, which tugged at Zhang Ji's heartstrings and twisted gently. With her graceful waist, her hands passed through the ravine, across the smooth skin, and touched the purple-red gauze stockings that made a rustling sound.

"It seems that the Lord has already reported the Nu family's affairs to King Qin, but I don't know what the Lord plans to do with the Nu family."

Queen Zhao looked at Zhang Ji, her purple-red eyes seemed to be able to speak, "My late husband has insulted the King of Qin in every possible way, and the prince is the favored minister of the King of Qin. It is better for the prince to stand up for the King of Qin and express his gratitude to the late husband." Taking it out?"

Looking at Zhang Ji who was gradually walking towards the bed, Zhao prostitute grabbed Zhang Ji's belt, tugged hard, held it, and then opened her pink and thin lips delicately, pointing her other hand at her own With red lips, she exhaled softly and said, "How about we start breathing out from here?"

Feeling the warm and moist wrapping and tightness, Zhang Ji subconsciously opened his mouth, his body unconsciously bent forward slightly, and took a deep breath.

"Please give me a whip to the slave family to vent your anger for the King of Qin!"

As soon as Zhao Prostitute finished speaking after spitting out some words, a pair of equally delicate and smooth hands wrapped around the purple-red hair that was scattered on Xiang's shoulders, and gently stroked the smooth hair.

After a long time, Zhang Ji suddenly pressed the prostitute Zhao's head. After all, he missed a move and the goblin in front of him sucked his yang energy.

Zhao Prostitute's fair cheeks were slightly bulging, and then her throat moved slightly. The slightly bulging cheeks returned to their original shape, but the charm in her eyes became stronger.

Those beautiful eyes were almost glued to Zhang Ji's body.

It really made him feel the charm of Zhang Ji's young body. It was not only the charm on the outside, but also the unique charm inside that was not common to outsiders.

After Zhao prostitute stretched out her delicate and slender jade-onion fingers and wiped them at the corners of her mouth, wiping away the shiny object, she then pressed her proud upper body against the bed.

The beautiful woman looked back with a charming look, and a hint of smile flashed through her purple eyes, which immediately turned into pity and begging, as if she was actively releasing a signal to mate.

"Please don't pity the slave family, please continue to whip me hard to vent your anger for the King of Qin!"

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