1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Don't make trouble.

Do you really want to force your cousin to hang herself?

Wanrong winked at Ma Shiling, who then complained about Wanrong for ten lines in the cloud map before slowly removing his mask and saying with a leisurely smile:

"Hello, Miss Mintong. My name is Ma Shiling." "Hmm? Ah... hello... hello?"

Out of politeness, Wang Mintong raised her head and tried to respond to Ma Shiling's greeting, but the moment she saw the other person's face clearly, she was completely stunned.

Miss Wang has always had a high opinion of herself and has always firmly believed that she is the most beautiful woman in the world and that no one in her family looks down on her.

Apart from Sister Meng Xiaodong, whom he had just met in Peiping, all the other women were not worth mentioning, including his cousin Wanrong, who was about to become the first female emperor of Manchukuo.

As a result, Wang Mintong never expected that the woman she thought was just her cousin's maid was actually so beautiful!

It's not much different from her...Okay, for the first time in her life, Miss Wang admitted that there were people who looked better than her. She immediately became very interested and stood up and bowed properly:

"Hello, Sister Ma. I am Wang Mintong. This is my Chinese name, my original name..." Just as she was about to introduce herself, a heavy, obviously male footsteps sounded, and then a man rudely broke into Wanrong's boudoir and shouted:

"Wanrong, look what I brought!" "Ah..."

Seeing an outsider appear, Wang Mintong immediately wanted to hide, but it was too late;

A tall, handsome man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes walked in with a few women. He glanced at her casually, then shifted his gaze and said with a chuckle to Wanrong, who stood up to greet her:

"Your Majesty, take a look. The agent has produced what I mentioned earlier."

"Your Highness..."

"What the hell? Why did you suddenly change your name?" "Uh..."

Wanrong was somewhat amused by the sometimes steady and sometimes erratic personality of her lover, who was much younger than herself. She pulled Wang Mintong, who was somewhat bewildered, over and introduced her:

"Kaneshi, this is my cousin Wang Minrui..." "Oh, hello."

Fujiwara Kanezane casually greeted him, and without waiting for a response, he stuffed a package of things in his arms into Ma Shiling's hands, and then pulled the agent and the alchemist over:

"Heihei, you guys come and try it out! I want a swimsuit! A group swimsuit! Sexy swimsuit! Hurry up!"

UMP40 took it with a smile. The other two had no objections. They were about to take off their clothes, but Wanrong remembered the pattern she had seen sewing this thing before and couldn't help blushing. She said coquettishly:

"Kaneshi, my cousin is still here! Get out, get out!" "Tsk..."

Fujiwara no Kanezane glanced at the "light bulb" with "resentment", snorted in dissatisfaction, gave a few more instructions, and left with his hands behind his back.

The alchemist immediately followed.

The commander must always have at least one tactical humanoid for close protection. This is the iron rule of all.

In the room, Wang Mintong, who was ignored and even despised, stood there in a daze. She never expected that there would be a man who ignored her beauty from beginning to end!

Is that still a man?

Just like "good girls always like bad boys", Wang Mintong, who was aroused by her rebellious heart, asked unconvincedly:

"Cousin, who is this? He has no manners at all! Can you just barge into a woman's bedroom?!"

"Uh..."

Wanrong glanced at the agent and Ma Shiling, who were expressionless, hesitated for two seconds, and whispered:

"He is a member of the Japanese royal family, the younger brother of the Japanese Emperor, Fujiwara no Kanezane. His title is 'Hachimangu Kanezane-no-Ou', which is roughly the same as a prince here. You should address him as His Highness."

"Ah? Ah!"

—Hearing that he was a member of the Japanese royal family, or even a Japanese iron-hat prince, Miss Wang was immediately frightened and dared not speak.

Japanese people... My parents have said that they are absolutely not to be offended. Why do Japanese people speak Chinese?

Even with a local accent?

But, he's so young, looks about the same age as me, and is already a prince?

Why?

Wait, even if you're a prince, you can't just barge into a woman's bedroom like that, right?

Could it be that...

Seeing that Wang Mintong seemed to understand something, Wanrong no longer concealed it and said with a wry smile:

"Just as you thought, after your cousin's husband left, he's the one I rely on." This was said clearly enough, and the clever Miss Wang naturally understood it, and she said angrily:

"He forced you?!"

"No, he was very nice to me. I took the initiative myself."

".…."

Miss Wang puffed up her cheeks, but when she thought of her cousin's situation, she lost her temper again.

Even a carefree young lady like her knew that after her husband's death, her cousin would be alone in Manchuria. If she didn't find someone to rely on, what else could she do?

Waiting to be eaten?

Besides, after all, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

Didn't the late Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang once give herself to Dorgon? In troubled times, women don't have so many choices.

Even so, Miss Wang was still a little angry:

"He's so young, can he be trusted?" "Haha...you're underestimating him!"

Seeing that her cousin had been led into her "trap", Wanrong smiled proudly and said, "You are my cousin, and I will not hide it from you. Although your former cousin-in-law is the emperor and I am about to become the empress, the real emperor of the entire Northeast is actually him!"

“Call me?”

"In Manchuria, no one's words have any influence. Only things that he agrees with can be implemented! He doesn't wear an imperial robe, but he is the emperor!"

Miss Wang opened her mouth slightly, looking incredulous. Seeing the smug look on her cousin's face, she felt a little uncomfortable and said with a pout:

"Humph! Even if it is, what does that have to do with me?"

"Oh? It's okay? Have you forgotten that if your former cousin-in-law hadn't disagreed, you would have almost been chosen into the harem!"

Wanrong bluntly exposed the secret thought that had been lingering in her cousin's mind since she was nine years old and saw her cousin and Puyi's wedding ceremony:

"Haven't you always felt that if you hadn't been born so late and were seven years younger than me, my position as empress would have been yours? Haven't you always wanted to marry the emperor?"

"Now, there is a real emperor in front of you, what do you think?"

Wang Mintong's face immediately turned red!

She originally thought that she had hidden her little thoughts very well, but unexpectedly, her cousin just saw it and kept silent.

What a deep thought! (Music)

That's right. Ever since she was nine, after witnessing that "grand" wedding, all her childhood bedtime stories about royal bloodline had become real. An idea came to Miss Wang's mind:

I am a true descendant of the Phoenix and the Dragon, and I want to marry Puyi!

Later she slowly discovered that the person she wanted to marry was not Puyi at all, but the "Emperor"!

In history, this obsession has always run through Wang Mintong's long life (lived to 90 years old) without even having a love relationship;

Even when she was in her forties or fifties, she still wanted to marry the "former emperor" Puyi, and even went to the hospital to get a "virginity certificate" for this purpose.

Although she felt a little bit of fear towards her cousin, Miss Wang was a soft-hearted person after all, so she responded without hesitation:

"Yes! I just want to marry the emperor! No matter who the emperor is! You are just 7 years older than me! Otherwise, it would never be your turn!"

As soon as the words came out, the etiquette that had been disciplined since childhood came into play. Wang Mintong regretted saying such harsh words and was about to apologize, but she saw her cousin showing a fox-like smile:

"Oh, here comes the chance, doesn't it? So, do you want to marry him?"

You plotted against me!!!

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Wang Mintong, who was tricked by Wanrong and had her little thoughts easily exposed, clenched her fists and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Pushing one's man to other women is considered incredible and incomprehensible neurotic behavior in the eyes of women in later generations, but for them, it is truly "normal".

Whether it was Wanrong or Wang Mintong, they were brought up according to the standards of "the wife of a noble family" since childhood, and the first duty of a "wife of a noble family" was to "bear as many offspring as possible for her husband."

If you can give birth yourself, then of course you can give birth yourself, but if you cannot give birth yourself or do not give birth enough children, then you must find another woman to help your husband give birth.

Therefore, no matter how she fought with Wenxiu before, Wanrong did not escape this category and did not dare to make too much trouble, because in the harem, breeding offspring was the absolute political correctness, and anyone who dared to disrupt it would be a public enemy;

Otherwise, if the husband is even slightly strong, he can be divorced for the two major sins of "childlessness" and "jealousy" among the "Seven Reasons for Divorce".

Puyi also relied on these iron rules to maneuver between Wanrong and Wenxiu and to sow discord between them in order to cover up the fact that he was infertile.

Therefore, although she and Fujiwara no Kanezane were not legally married, as the first man in her life, Wanrong had already regarded him as the most important person in her life.

Although she received a lot of modern education, Wanrong was still a traditional aristocratic woman at heart. Since it was impossible for her to marry Fujiwara no Kanezane and she was pregnant, she had the obligation to introduce him to someone better.

Don’t talk about whether their ideas are backward or not. This is how they have been educated for decades.

So, Wang Mintong, who happened to meet her, was included in her shortlist.

If it were an ordinary man, Wang Mintong would never accept that he would have to share with others and might not even be able to be a wife;

But because the object was her cousin Wanrong, Mr. Teng was a Japanese prince and the real ruler of Northeast China, and there were such beautiful women as Ma Shiling, Miss Wang could not say no.

Before she could express her opinion, she saw the agent and Ma Shiling calmly taking off their clothes, revealing their bodies without a trace of fat, which were almost perfect in the human aesthetic.

Then she stayed even more. So... so beautiful...

Apart from her oversized breasts, her figure made the always proud Wang Mintong feel completely ashamed of herself.

Unexpectedly, today she met two women whose beauty and figures far surpassed hers;

No, it should be 3!

The busty woman who just left couldn't be much worse! Human aesthetics have always changed with the times, but some of them can transcend time.

Miss Wang suddenly felt a little ashamed and lacked confidence: It is obvious that these top beauties are absolutely obedient to that person. If I want to enter such a family, how can I stand firm?

But soon, she no longer had the heart to dwell on this matter. She looked at the things in the hands of the agent, UMP40, and Wanrong in disbelief, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

What…what is this???

A semicircular shape with intricate lace patterns and several retractable straps...

what?

Is it meant to be worn over the chest?

This... I feel it looks better than a bellyband... and seems to be quite convenient...

Hiss... I feel... I feel that after wearing it, Sister Wanrong's breast shape suddenly became so perfect...

噢?

Hey? Wait a minute! What is this?!

triangle?

Colorful aside, why is it so thin? It's almost transparent!

And this style, why does it make people blush and their hearts beat faster? Why is there a rope?

what?

So this is something you wear under your crotch? It's actually underwear?!

How can underwear be made like this!

Miss Wang covered her eyes, her fingers "accidentally" revealing two slits: So beautiful... oh no... so shameless!

The agent and UMP40 were both cheerful and generous, so of course they didn't care. Wanrong had already been "trained" a long time ago, and with a slightly red cheek, she discussed and commented:

"This is what's called... a bunched-up type, right?"

"Oh, there's actually wire holding it up?" "This one actually opens from the front..."

"Isn't this style with the rope pulled open a bit too bold?" "I still think this one is more acceptable..."

"It's a little too snug and a little too thin..."

"This menstrual pad is a good thing..."

Compared to Wanrong, who considered the issue purely from the perspective of aesthetics and practicality, the agent and UMP40 had to consider more complex things:

"The support provided by the iron wire is still a bit lacking, and rust is also a problem..." "The cost of steel wire is still too high at the moment."