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

Chapter 680 Hu Ji: Your Excellency, why don’t you take practical actions to make me admit my mistakes?
(Hmm... there is no Chapter 692, the serial number is just wrong)

In the general's tent, Hu Ji, who felt the endless turbulence, looked tiredly at the clothes that had changed from light purple to dark purple, as well as the mess on the ground. Even she could not continue to look at Zhang Ji. With her cheeks as rosy as the morning glow, Hu Ji fell directly into Zhang Ji's arms.

"This...what kind of skill is this?"

Hu Ji was breathing heavily and thinking to herself.

She was not an ordinary woman from the grassland. The reason why her sister could become Touman's new wife and even planned to marry her sister-in-law as a concubine was certainly not just because of her beauty.

Beauty is only temporary after all. Touman may have had love before, but love could not occupy the heart of an ambitious wolf for a long time, let alone occupy too much space. The longest time it lasted was when Maodun's mother died. The love that occupied little space in the beginning was completely gone in Touman's heart.

Maodun's mother was only the daughter of a thousand-man commander in the tribe of King Zuoguli. Therefore, after her death, no one could support Maodun. Everything depended on Maodun himself. In order to consolidate his own power and also out of Maodun's fear, Touman naturally had to find a suitable marriage partner.

Hu Ji and her sister were not only the two daughters born to Zuogudu Hou's wife Yanshi, but also the children born from the intersection of Huyan and Lan's bloodlines. In the Xiongnu tribe, there were no women more noble than her and her sister.

The Xiongnu Zuoguduhou was stationed to the east of the royal court. Both the Left and Right Guduhou were close confidants of the Chanyu, assisting the Chanyu in handling government affairs. In many cases, they were more important than the Left and Right Xianwangs and the Left and Right Guliwangs.

The Huyan and Lan families were the most honorable surnames among the Xiongnu except for Touman's Luandi family.

To describe them using the name of the Central Plains, the Huyan and Lan families were equivalent to aristocratic families, and they were the original aristocrats since the founding of the Xiongnu. However, Touman's Luandi family was just a grassroots upstart who became the Chanyu's original surname.

Touman married Hu Ji's sister and Hu Ji because the grassroots nouveau riche wanted to marry into aristocratic families, and believed that the child born would be the chosen one who combined the bloodlines of the three most noble families of the Xiongnu.

Well, this operation is very similar to a monkey in later generations trying to conquer the Ming Dynasty.

As the daughter of the union of two great Xiongnu nobles, Hu Yan and Lan, Hu Ji was taught a lot of knowledge about childbirth by her mother since she was a child.

The Xiongnu population was sparse, and women took pride in giving birth. The more children they gave birth to, the better wives and mothers they were considered, especially women of noble descent like Hu Ji.

But now, Hu Ji was dumbfounded.

"They say that we, the grassland wolf tribe, are ignorant of etiquette, but you Central Plains people are still the most playful!"

Hu Ji's cheeks puffed up slightly. The prairie wolf tribe was competitive and women were no exception, even if this was a Zhou Gong etiquette.

"What's that? I have more tricks up my sleeve." Zhang Ji smiled evilly, and pressed Hu Ji against the table. But after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to have a change of heart, and then he loosened his grip and let go of Hu Ji's shoulders. He glanced at Hu Ji with a little disdain, and muttered, "Forget it, your little body can't bear it."

But Hu Ji refused to accept this. She turned around and glared at Zhang Ji like a cat with its fur standing on end.

For the grassland women who take pride in childbearing, and even regard childbearing as the value of life, Zhang Ji's words that she was not good enough were more humiliating than insulting men in the Central Plains of China. It almost denied her value as a human being.

"Oh, could it be that you were injured while fighting in all directions, and that's why you learned this skill?"

"It's okay. I understand your difficulties!"

The last two words were particularly pronounced, and it was obvious that Hu Ji was referring to something. Hu Ji smiled charmingly, stretched out her slender jade fingers and scratched Zhang Ji's chest, making circles. As she spoke each word, her purple nails brushed along Zhang Ji's body, across his strong abdominal muscles, and came to the place that made her yearn for.

Even though there was a layer of cloth between them, Hu Ji could still feel the terrifying energy contained in it.

But even though she knew there was a tiger in the mountain, she still chose to go there.

Who told Zhang Ji to say she couldn't do it!

Even though she knew it was a provocation, she had no choice but to fall into the trap.

Humph, people from the Central Plains are really scheming. They even use such tricks on their own women.

Zhang Ji was almost laughing out of anger. None of his wives and concubines had dared to challenge him when they were riding alone. This Hu Ji was really ignorant of her own limitations.

Just when Zhang Ji wanted to say something, Hu Ji stretched out her body and pressed it on his lips. She blinked and said in a hissing voice, "Of course I know that you are a sharp-tongued person. I can't argue with you. It's better to use actual actions to make me admit my mistakes."

Hearing this, Zhang Ji naturally stopped being polite.

A big hand instantly pinched Hu Ji's two soft hands, pressed them hard to the back of her neck, restraining Hu Ji's movements, and then the other hand slapped her hard.

A red palm print instantly appeared on the white and fragrant buttocks. Just when Hu Ji was about to scream in pain, a dark purple "wet wipe" blocked Hu Ji's delicate red lips.

How could Hu Ji not recognize that it was the thing that Zhang Ji had just taken off her body, and it was stained with... that stinky man!

But before she could curse Zhang Ji in her heart, a sharp pain made her feel as if her whole body was torn in half. Even though her mouth was blocked, she could still hear the shrill whimpering.

"Look, you asked me to prove it with actual actions. I have never heard of such a request in my life."

Zhang Ji shrugged helplessly, but showed no sympathy for her.

You can't be too gentle to this kind of woman, otherwise she will think you are weak and can be bullied. You must scare her at the first time!

As Zhang Ji became more and more serious, Hu Ji finally realized her own stupidity.

After three years of military service, the sow looked as beautiful as Diao Chan.

Although Zhang Ji brought many wives and concubines with him this time, he had never performed the Zhougong rites in the more than a month since he left Yanmen Pass. He had been holding back his anger for more than a month, and Hu Ji added fuel to the fire, which naturally led to Zhang Ji's violent conquest.

But it has to be said that the adaptability of grassland women is really strong. Even Wu Shiluo, who is of Qin-Hu mixed descent, can adapt quickly, let alone Hu Ji, who is of pure Xiongnu aristocratic descent?
Gradually, the fair skin was replaced by pink and then soaked with fragrant sweat. The delicate skin shone with a bright luster under the light, accompanied by bursts of high-pitched singing, as if it was competing with the bright moon.

(End of this chapter)