The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

In the hall, dozens of dragon candles were lit up, and the difference in the daylight could be seen, and there was more paleness without temperature.

Qiao Jiuyou was wearing a dragon robe with a golden dragon on it. Amidst the silence, her black pupils were piercing.The room was too quiet, adding some inexplicable weirdness.

Soon, the silence was broken by a burst of sobbing.Kneeling alone in front of the next empress, her body trembled, her eyes filled with tears, but the dimples under the mottled tears, like uncut jade, were washed out of dust.

Looking from top to bottom, first the eyes, then the nose, then the mouth, and finally...a pair of earlobes.

"Raise your head." With simple words, Qiao Jiuyou rested his hands on both sides of the chair, with a majestic demeanor like a youth.

The girl folded her arms and slowly raised her face. Countless emotions were intertwined, and her face had lost its original appearance.

Qiao Jiuyou stared at it for a long time, and said sincerely: "The expression is very similar, it is already very similar."

The girl was crying and crying, apparently she had been informed of the purpose of the trip in advance, tremblingly tugging at the edge of Qiao Jiuyou's robe and begging to let him go, the latter's sharp eyes made her instinctively stop as if she was being shocked by an electric shock.

"what is it call?"

"Baili An'an."

"Baili An'an..." Qiao Jiuyou bent her back, her eyes fell heavily on the face, and she simply summed it up: "Your name accounts for one, and your appearance accounts for eight. God really favors you."

Bai Li An'an knelt down and kowtowed, crying: "The little girl only wants to be a low-class girl, but she is really rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so she can't serve His Highness."

Qiao Jiuyou sneered, this stubbornness is a bit like that person, luckily it is not a soft persimmon, although the appearance is similar, if things are boring, they will eventually get tired because they have no bones.

"You are not worthy to serve me, but now that I don't have anyone, I can only talk about it as a substitute for comfort...

However, this is also a blessing. One day, when His Highness ascends the throne, naturally he will not treat you badly. "

"It's hard to accept... the emperor... the emperor's grace." Bai Li Anan responded in horror.

"What?" Qiao Jiuyou played with the jade board and asked deliberately, "Say it again."

"It's hard to bear..." Before the last two words were uttered, a slap was slapped unceremoniously. Qiao Jiuyou's five fingers were a little numb, and he couldn't help but rub it repeatedly. The obvious pain disappeared, and he said: "Give the face something you don't want... …really rare.”

Bai Lian fell on the ground, covering his red, swollen and hot face, unable to stop the tears.

"Kneel down!"

Another irresistible imperial order.

Qiao Jiuyou disdains crying the most, real weakness can only annoy her, but now the deep love and raging anger have to find a place to vent, there is nothing wrong with substitutes, just quench your thirst.

"His Royal Highness gave you the country's surname, the first name... is An Ran."

"Qiao Anran." Bai Li Anan said silently in her heart, she should have been grateful, but after all, no thanks came out from her trembling teeth.

"Don't you admit it?" Qiao Jiuyou looked at the horsewhip in his hand, which he picked up at random. The rough texture was full of intoxicating atmosphere, and he didn't need too many memories. Seeing things is like seeing people, very kind.She reached out to take it, stretched it lightly, whipped her body like a snake, and swam in front of people, "Do you recognize it?"

Visible tremors on the thin shoulders, Bai Lian'an widened his eyes, terrified, facing the bruised monster, his scalp was getting numb gradually.

But she knew that if she recognized her name, she recognized her identity.

Qiao Jiuyou gritted her teeth tightly when she saw someone, knowing that the other party was a half-stubborn kind, this kind of rare temper was also to her liking, after all, holding the imperial power in her hand, she could treat thousands of people as ants and trample on them at will, it was not in vain .

And she hadn't met a beautiful and stubborn woman for a long time, she was very different from the slaves before and after.

Even with such a touching quality, it can't change Qiao Jiuyou's attitude towards her. Showing a little obedience in resistance is the perfect explanation of abuse/love.

The horsewhip and the dragon robe dragged along the ground, making a rustling sound like a poisonous snake.Bai Lian'an's body trembled more violently, and her crying became more and more serious.

Qiao Jiuyou walked slowly to one meter behind the person. Only at a moderate distance can she exert her maximum strength. She meditated for three times, but she didn't hear the timely pleading, so she unceremoniously raised the whip and dropped it.

The loud sound exploded under the bright light, and the candle was dimmed suddenly, and a scream burst out from the throat, with the smell of blood, slowly dissipating.

There was a big gash in the flimsy clothes, and inside the gash was a longer, deeper, more ferocious bloodstain.

With this whip, the flesh cracked, the muscles swelled, the wounds were different in depth, and the finely minced flesh was like tentacles of a baby, pink and tender, convulsing and convulsing in the cold air.

Bai Lian was lying on the ground, his muscles spasming constantly, and the pain in his back was like thousands of leeches, gnawing at his heart and lungs.

She took a deep breath, hoping to relieve the severe pain, but there was another wave, and the second sound passed through the light, branding the white and delicate back.There was another scream, accompanied by the lingering sound of the horsewhip, echoing in the huge hall.

The two wounds were bloody, like two intertwined fiery centipedes, and a slight movement could be seen.

Qiao Jiuyou didn't continue to fight, not out of pity.Tonight, if she can't hear the voice she wants to hear, she will definitely not let it go.

She squatted down patiently, took out a paper bag from her bosom, gently opened it, spread it out in front of people, and asked softly, "Do you know what this is?"

Bai Li Anan raised her pale face, her eyes were dull, her lips were bitten by herself, bleeding profusely, she tried her best to open her eyes, she didn't seem to admit defeat, but when she saw the gray pieces in the paper bag , couldn't help crying anymore.

It's salt!

"It's salt~" Qiao Jiuyou pinched a piece, kneaded it with his fingertips, and said delicately: "The wound is like a fire, if you sprinkle a layer of salt, it won't be-peeling, necrosis, edema, rot, Maggots, stench?"

Qiao Jiuyou stood up condescendingly, holding a paper bag in one hand and salt in the other, staring at the shattered wound and talking to himself: "When I was a child, I took pleasure in torturing/killing animals, and I loved watching them twist and deform. , although you can't hear the sound, but if you can hear it, it will be the most terrifying tone, such as the Gobi ghost, it must be miserable and hopeless.

"When I was a little older, the Grand Scholar taught me to be kind to the common people in the world, and not to arbitrarily kill. At first, I ignored it, treating it as a disgusting fart that could not be shaken off;

But later, I did it obediently, and I did it very well, and I never crushed an ant to death. "

"It's just because my mother said that only by following the teachings of the bachelors can I be loved by everyone..."

"I think... that love must come from An Ran."

"and after?"

"My conscientiousness, tolerance and kindness cannot be exchanged for an affectionate gaze, as if I, Qiao Jiuyou, should have such admirable virtues."

Qiao Jiuyou shook his head and smiled, kneaded the salt into powder, raised his elbow, the salt foam fell down, and landed on the wound impartially, sneered and insulted: "Fuck the virtues of the world, everyone loves skin! The skin of his mother, Qiao Yulan!"

"Ah -----" The scream cut her throat, with a bloody tone, Bai Lian'an was in pain. She twisted her body on the ground, and the salt on the wound was like a herd of beasts gnawing wildly.

The screams and cries one after another echoed back and forth in this golden prison, lingering for a long time.

The screaming was not very pleasing to the ear, but it was very exciting. Qiao Jiuyou tilted his face and added: "There is still salt, and there is a big jar in the back kitchen. Let's compare whether it is you who are stubborn, or I have enough salt."

"Shut...stop..." Bai Lian struggled with his last breath of strength and murmured out.

She is just an ordinary person, and she didn't resist the solitary courage that life would be worse than death. After all, she couldn't bear the abuse in front of her.

Hearing that there was a hint of pleading in the words, Qiao Jiuyou was overjoyed and asked, "What? Did you recognize the name?"

The person curled up on the ground couldn't tell whether he agreed or disagreed, and moved his chin slightly, which made Qiao Jiuyou very satisfied. She decisively threw away the paper bag in her hand, patted the debris off her hands, squatted down, and was very considerate Helping him up, he called affectionately: "Qiao Anran?"

Bai Lian heard her new name in the chaos, a brand of shame. She closed her eyes and murmured with tears, "I am."

"Yes, that's fine." Qiao Jiuyou's hatred receded, and his love surged up like a tide.

"You wait..." Cheerful as a young girl, the next Empress ran to the bed in small steps, hurriedly picked out a few white jade brocade boxes inside, walked quickly like holding a baby, and said with concern: "The wound needs to be rubbed as soon as possible." Medicine, otherwise it will leave scars."

The jade ointment was scooped up in large chunks, and it was not a thoughtful and slow movement, but a deep and unceremonious smear, and Bai Lian'an was twirling again, as painful as Ling Chi.

"You are enduring some pain, I need to apply it deeply, the ointment will be embedded in the skin/gap, so that it will be smooth... You are an indomitable general, because you are fearless!"

The bright dragon candle was in a trance, and suddenly the world spun, and Bai Lian'an's eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell to the ground.

After waking up again, Bai Li An'an knew that everything was not a dream, especially the seemingly innocent face in front of him, which was staring at him full of love.

Qiao Jiuyou stretched out her hand, caressed the other party's robe, and walked upstream bit by bit. The delicate texture brought a feeling of flowing water to the fingertips. The pattern, style, and even size were all replicas of Murong Anran's body. There are [-]% similarities, and the costumes are exactly the same. If you see them rashly, you can't tell the real from the fake.

"Anran... Anran..." The unique gentle call of lovers, with earnest love and attachment, Qiao Jiuyou's hand touched the lips of the lover, a lip that she had always dreamed of, she gradually approached and closed it slightly Phoenix eyes, enjoying the long-awaited pleasure.

The four lips are glued together.

The feeling of caressing is very stimulating, a strong current of pleasure flows through the whole body, the blood in the whole body boils, and the tip of the tongue hooks with passion/desire, and when it meets the tightly closed white teeth, it cannot go any further.

The delicacy of the world is contained in it, so there is no reason why you can't eat it. Qiao Jiuyou kissed and swam her hand towards the back of the other party. She guessed that the position was about the same. She dug her fingers into the meat/gully that had just been whipped .

Bai Lian raised his face and screamed in pain, piercing the chilling night like a sharp spear.

The white teeth were opened, and Qiao Jiuyou pressed the person's face back with his hands. No matter how deep the other person's wound was, the tip of his tongue penetrated it smoothly, and he ate wet and crazily...

After just a few ticks, someone stopped attacking, in a daze, like a lost child.

Bai Li An'an immediately fell to the side and kept retching, Qiao Jiuyou was not angry, she looked at a loss, she didn't know what went wrong, why not sweet?

"Why isn't it sweet? Why isn't it sweet?" Someone repeated this sentence, and she really couldn't understand it. It is said in the book that the kiss between lovers is very sweet, sweeter than sugar, moister than sugarcane, and there is nothing sweeter than it in the world. It's addictive, but at the moment the mouth is bland and tasteless, where is the sweet and wet breath coming from?

Qiao Jiuyou couldn't understand it, she loved Murong Anran deeply, loved her house and her husband, she felt a little bit about this counterfeit, and what she got from her body did not reach the ideal state.

It shouldn't be like this!

People don't admit defeat, especially those who look like emperors, especially Qiao Jiuyou.

She got off the couch, with bare feet, wandering on the bluestone slab, the coldness did not wake her up, she still looked insane.

Shaoqing, Qiao Jiuyou sneered, categorically refusing to think that the substitutes cannot be one-thousandth of the genuine ones.

She strode over to the desk, poured all the honey in the bottle into a bowl of cold milk, and quickly stirred it a few times with her index finger. Clamp the opponent's jaw, pinch the other's bitten lip, and pour the milk madly.

"Hey, drink it all, it will be sweet after drinking it!"

Part of the white liquid went straight into the throat, and part of it went down the neck all the way, the front was completely wet, and the person who was poured was choking and coughing, with a cold white dimple flushed as red as silk, a pair of deep-set eyes, and tears like floods.

Qiao Jiuyou knew that her face was a bit ferocious, not beautiful, and did not match her imperial demeanor. She just wanted a sweet kiss, and it was okay to sacrifice a little bit.

The milk choked into his lungs, causing a severe cough. Bai Lian'an had difficulty breathing, but seeing Qiao Jiuyou drink the last sip of sweet fluid, he said impatiently, "Anran, eat with me again."

Bai Lianan backed away in horror, the seductive sound made her nauseous, and in the chilling hall, there was a creaking door, which stimulated her fragile nerves.

It's not that someone came to rescue her, it's just that the autumn wind opened the door and wanted to see the filth in the room.

Suddenly, Bai Lianan leaned forward when she saw someone close her eyes. She pushed hard, stumbled and rolled off the couch. Before she could think about anything, there was only one word left in her mind - run!

Qiao Jiuyou didn't like loneliness, especially in the long night. Xu Shi had to get used to loneliness. She sat quietly on the couch, abandoned by others, and did not act excessively.

Soon, the nurse next to her walked in quickly, and said, "That woman has a strong character, and when she was about to capture her, she bumped into a wall."

Qiao Jiuyou sat cross-legged on the couch, smacking the sweet taste of milk in his mouth, and the last trace of sweetness went down his throat, before he said, "It's just a substitute. If you die, you will die. There is nothing to regret."

"It seems... still out of breath?" Mammy asked hesitantly, "Do you want to save it? After all... there are really not many people who are so similar."

Forethought is the quality that an emperor should have and should be practiced.

So Qiao Jiuyou started to ask questions.

"Does she have a father?"

"Have"

"Do you have a mother?"

"Have"

"Do you have brothers and sisters?"

"Have."

After three lives, Qiao Jiuyou breathed a sigh of relief, and said with confidence: "After being saved, you need to train/teach her carefully; teach her to live a good life with the heart of his father; ;Teach her how to act like a brother and sister—Murong Anran."

The nanny backed away, Qiao Jiuyou raised her lips, and added again: "Her earlobes are thick, it doesn't look like... cut a layer from the back."

"Yes."