The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

The sky was still dark, and the surroundings were gray. It was the time when Xiang Ying called out softly. Qin Yan rubbed her eyes, stood up from the couch, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The general has something urgent to play." Xiangying couldn't help but help the empress up, put on quickly, and responded in a low voice: "Just wait outside."

"What's the rush right now?" Qin Yan hadn't slept enough yet, she was being served by someone like a puppet, she looked at the jade-colored men's clothes on her body and couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

Xiangying smiled and handed over the hot towel, "Your Majesty will naturally understand later."

"My general and his personal maid are getting mixed up." Looking at the pretty maid in the mirror, Qin Yan purposely joked, "The general is a good-looking talent, but... can you be tempted?"

Xiangying stopped, looked at the person in the mirror, chuckled, and said angrily: "The general belongs to His Majesty, how dare others get involved...

As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear. Xiangying can tell that His Majesty and the General are very affectionate, slightly better than others. "

After catching this sentence, Qin Yan immediately asked: "Before, before Yunyu entered the palace, can I and the general be as affectionate as they are now?"

"You were nice to everyone before." Xiangying shifted her eyes to the couch, saw that the person on the couch had not moved her thin back, and because she was still asleep, she turned her face back and said, "But since the return of the great general, the eyes of the two of you Honey, can't stop leaking out."

Qin Yan was not very happy when she got the answer.

After these days, it was still impossible to know who Qiao Yulan loved the most from everyone.But she herself couldn't resist Murong Anran, presumably the real empress felt the same way.

The best candidate fell in my heart.

The empress tidied up, got up from the dressing table, saw that Xu Xicong was motionless, and walked out lightly with Xiangying. When she got outside the door, she suddenly remembered coughing a few times last night, and told the maid to prepare some pears with rock sugar, and present them immediately when she woke up.

Hugging and leaving together, the person on the couch turned his face away slowly, with a cold dimple, his expression was obscure and difficult to guess, perhaps because of the cold autumn wind, Xu Xicong slowly pulled up the quilt to cover his wet face.

Qin Yan looked up and saw Murong standing safely under the tree. The seven-treasure leather belt was tightly molded into a sea blue and gold thread ball flower military uniform, which lined her waist and legs with long legs, and she was tall in the wind...

With the autumn wind and the maple leaves, the man became more and more proud of the green pines and magnolias.

Some people couldn't help speeding up their pace, while Murong Anran ran towards him at a high speed. If no one was present, a passionate kiss would be inevitable.

The body was close to the body, and the breathing was quicker. The general didn't care about the dignity of the monarch and his ministers, and he didn't follow the etiquette. He decisively took the hand of the empress, turned around and strode out.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when you go."

Walking through the wind in the brocade robe, Qin Yan had never been so happy. She was being held tightly by someone, and she knew that what she was heading for was the carefree happiness in the lover's world, the most wonderful physical and mental feeling in the world.

The back of the palace is connected to the vast woods, and the terrain is not rough. The palace servants quickly brought the horse over, and Qin Yan knew that the other party was going to take her on a horse race. Holding her waist in her arms, provocative words sounded in people's ears: "Lanlan, get ready, I'm leaving."

With her face burning, Qin Yan nodded shyly.

Immediately, the long whip was loud and clear, and the huff was crisp, and the horse galloped away.

In the morning of Suqiu, the frost and white dew were heavy, and the wind blew swiftly, the mist flowed quickly, forming a gust of white air, passing through her long hair and throwing her clothes flying. Consciousness is becoming clearer, but the body is burning more and more.

The horse rushed to the edge with the people, the sky had just dawned, and a small section of orange-yellow light was exposed, dyeing the white belly of the sky with a large mass of gold.

The breathing of the two was in a mess due to the horse racing, the general didn't give the empress a chance to breathe, the latter couldn't help but turn her face, Murong Anran suddenly sucked/closed her lips, the four petals were soft and airtight.

The lips are rubbed and pressed against each other, the deadly touch is like a fire, burning the heart and body, it is really not addictive, the white teeth are opened together, and the tongue collides painfully, as if exploring a sweet mouth Well, suck each other hot, get carried away...

The back is close to the broad chest, and the breath of pine, cypress and Lanzhi in the nose is catalyzed by passion/desire, becoming more and more like gardenia, the fragrance is intoxicating, Qin Yan is as soft as mud, the corners of the eyes are naturally crimson, and the water droplets on the eyelashes are warming It turned into wetness, hanging on the tip of the brow, looking blurred and pitiful.

After ten years of bloody road, Murong Anran held a knife, straddled a horse, and fought for one person with passion and courage.

Conquering the western barbarians, stepping through the nomads in the north, wearing a long knife close to the body, often cutting out gaps, and the missing corners and corners are my own glory.

Iron armor, cold clothes, hunger, illness, loneliness...too many negative emotions have been besieged, but the obsession in my heart is like a kunyu ridge in the sky, standing still, giving fearless and fearless strength to move forward.

Conquering the Quartet is the way to go to the dragon's couch with an open mind; to conquer the world, the dragon robe and blue silk will pour down for yourself.

Murong Anran kissed the top of the Empress's hair, and said presumptuously: "Thinking about the past, my hands were soft and slender, with well-defined bones, no worse than any girl, but after holding the knife for ten years, cocoons piled up layer by layer. It's transparent and hard, very rough...can Lan Lan adapt to it?"

"An Ran is for the people of Yuqiong... for me, what is the pain of cocoons." The corners of the empress's eyes and brows were shining, as if she was begging for mercy, "But you are not holding a knife now, Take it easy."

"Actually, this is more reckless and reckless than holding a knife." The general relieved some strength, panted, and looked at the person, "Or, I'll go back and use a knife to cut off the cocoons... at least it will be smoother."

The itching and numbness like gnawing tortured the body and mind of the first experience in all directions. The empress raised her face high, pressed her head against Murong Anran's chin, pushed her chest forward, and tried her best to stretch her graceful body.

"No need, this is...very good."

"Very good? What kind of good method?"

Qin Yan's face was already blushing, and she was really ashamed to ask her to confide obscene words now, but the feeling on the peak was too happy/joyful, and she couldn't bear to interrupt.

"I won't say it, you understand it in your heart."

"I understand, but my minister, I just like to hear His Majesty say it personally."

The two of them rubbed their ears and temples together, and the black hair was wrapped in one place by the autumn wind, like a brilliantly blooming black chrysanthemum, with its roots entangled... the same is true for breathing, after the entanglement is not clear, they ride the wind and flow, and scatter to the vast wilderness.

Now, the austere wind is the square, the mist is the latitude and longitude, and the love/desire turns into silk, wrapping the lover inside, weaving layers, the sky is high and the earth is wide, nothing can separate them.

Debauchery is an endless thing, like the wind in the field, never reaching a resting place.

Abandoning the so-called bottom line and shame, Qin Yan looked back again, envious of the Master's lips.

(slightly)

Murong Anran embraced the empress and looked at the rising morning sun, and said truthfully: "In the past, when the ministers were stationed at the border, in their spare time, they climbed to the top of the Kunyu Ridge, rolling yellow sand, the long river rose to the sun, and the sky was filled with red light covering the vast Liaoyuan, which was magnificent and invincible;

Above the head are flying geese flying in platoons, eagles hitting the sky, accompanied by the majestic and free wind, all of which are awe-inspiring and touching..."

"However, no matter how magnificent and extraordinary the kunyu ridge is, it can't compare to this ordinary morning." The general retracted his elbows again, and sighed: "Because I finally hugged my lover tightly."

The picture is full of emotions, and Qin Yan is deeply moved. The two hostile forces of love and jealousy twisted a heart in opposite directions, wringing out a large stream of sour juice. She closed her eyes and snuggled up, saying from the bottom of her heart : "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely take a trip to Kunyuji... I know that there are your great achievements, your military orders like mountains, and your thoughts accumulated like sand. Come to think of it, I am really jealous."

"What are you jealous of?" The general put his chin on the predecessor's shoulder and said lazily, "The thoughts sent by Chen Tuo Shuo Fengyao are all for you... I don't know, did your majesty receive it in the capital?"

Qin Yan was sad and didn't answer.

Seeing people like this, the general couldn't help but smile, "There are four seasons in a year, and during the four seasons, Your Majesty doesn't spend much time thinking about his ministers...

According to the usual practice, the minister will get the first peach blossom in full bloom in the imperial garden, even though he gets it, it looks like a flower stem;

In midsummer, I will get a sweat towel, which has long since lost its fragrance. The smell is really unpleasant, and I don’t want to throw it away, so I can only wash it and store it; in the late autumn when the dry wind cracks my lips, my majesty will pick up and send a few cans The endless tribute chrysanthemum;

Only in the winter when the snow is blowing, he is a little generous and gives the used quilt to the ministers to resist the weather with broken fingers and cracked skin... The rest, except for the will, a thoughtful letter is gone! "

Qin Yan didn't respond to a sweet memory that didn't belong to her. She was her and Qiao Yulan was Qiao Yulan. The two should not be confused, and naturally their feelings should not be confused.

She reached out and touched Murong Anran's side face, filled with emotion, "Anran, the past is the past, but since the day you returned to the capital, everything that happened after that, I will never forget it in this life, even if time passes and everything turns to ashes... "

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The general squeezed the empress's chin, exerting a little force, as if punishing, "When time passes and everything turns to ashes...we will never be separated from day to day and night from day to day."

The words were originally pleasant, but Qin Yan was inexplicably pantothenic, and the words "Qiao Yulan" were like needles and cones, which made her sleepless and painful.

If the double is exposed, maybe in exchange for Murong Anran's heart piercing with an arrow, plus a few mouthfuls of spitting, the former love will become a loud slap in the face, making her feel ashamed.

"An Ran, if I wasn't me, would you still be so sincere?"

"What do you mean by that?" Murong Anran left the neck, stared at the side face of the Empress, and asked, "You have always been you, when did you change?"

Qin Yan was so sad that she shook her head, she must not tell the truth at this moment, it is not a feeling obtained by trying to deceive...

She still complains and looks forward to 2021. Both parents are present, friends are friends, there is no frame, and occasionally a little drunk, life is real and relaxed...

And so far, everything in front of me, I don't know whether it is a flaky mirage or an imaginary simulation game.

Impulse cannot be exchanged for death, and then death is exchanged for inner peace.

"I mean... How do I treat you compared to before?"

This is just to compare with Qiao Yulan, Qin Yan doesn't want to lose, it's just jealousy, the jealousy of the counterfeit over the real one.

Murong Anran's brows and eyes are gentle, the red sun's light falls on her face, her expression is like a rainbow light, she gently twisted on the human chest, "In the past, you refused to give up the royal face, except to enter the room and talk to me in the cloud/rain, If you are willing to show your indulgent nature, the rest are all kings and ministers, and you can't go beyond half a point... How is it like now-white-day-noise-prostitution!"

I'm afraid, this is the completely different attitude towards Murong Anran by myself and Qiao Yulan.

The real empress doesn't seem to abandon her innate dignity, and she clearly and strictly divides her body, mind, mind, and austerity into different levels.

This...is not true love.

Asked about loneliness again!

"Don't rub it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." Qin Yan knocked down the man's hand, smacked her face in shame for a moment, and asked, "Why are you not afraid of getting annoyed when you're so bold and reckless?"

"Not afraid!" Murong Anran said proudly, "Since I came back, Lanlan has changed."

"Where?" Qin Yan became nervous.

The general was not in a hurry to answer, she boldly rubbed the empress's black hair with five fingers, and tidied up the messy hair one by one, one by one, very patiently, and only after returning to the original state did she happily answer: "Your Majesty's tenderness and sweetness towards my ministers are fundamental. Can't hide it... It's just that the eyes meet, and it looks shy; when I see the minister approaching, I blush and tremble... It's all like this, how can I not make a fool of myself?"

Not doubting her identity, Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief. After a long time, she plucked up her courage and asked in a low voice, "Then you... like the former me more... or, the present me, more?"

Murong Anran didn't think about it at all, and said sincerely: "I like them all! I can't tell the difference..."

Qin Yan was a little discouraged, she was unwilling to play with her petty temper, and begged slightly, "We must make a distinction!"

"Your Majesty, your little girl's attitude is fully exposed!"

Murong Anran turned away the face of the emotional person, seeing the aggrieved expression, her heart was moved, she rubbed her head against the other's head, "You used to be very majestic, and you never showed your shy and cute side in front of me. After finishing the matter, there was a lot of ruthlessness in picking up his pants and leaving... It's different now, clinging like a first-time wife."

"The answer is irrelevant." Qin Yan was still unhappy.

"If you have to make a comparison..." The general raised his eyebrows, thought for a long time in the wilderness, and then said: "I can only say that the current Your Majesty feels that Murong belongs to me alone... I seem to be from the hands of the concubines." , take Your Majesty as your own!"

Qin Yan heard the indifference in the words, and looked at Murong Anran frowning her long eyebrows. The other party's expression was not entirely joyful, so she couldn't help asking: "In that case, Anran, why are you unhappy?"

"Fool," Murong Anran scratched the bridge of the other party's nose, and said sourly, "Your Majesty is the emperor, how can the emperor love only one person? Besides, in the harem, there are a few who are sincere and sincere, and I can't completely take it away for my own selfishness." go."

"I don't see it, but you are generous..."

"Of course I want to hide your majesty's golden house," the general laughed a few times, and then solemnly said: "But, Lan Lan is an emperor, and his thinking cannot be controlled by affection. He must always maintain sufficient rationality and tolerance, discernment and justice." Thinking is the most correct..."

"So, Your Majesty's love must be split into several pieces and passed on to the concubines; you can be influenced by any of them, but you cannot be controlled by any of them."

Qin Yan understood the deep meaning of the other party, and really felt that it was not easy to achieve this level.

"Don't neglect the others just because of me." Murong Anran hugged her again, enjoying the morning that Xiao had dreamed of for many years, and said softly: "Lanlan should not abandon any of them because the freshness fades...

They can disregard the world, not fear the words of women in the market and village, and resolutely walk with His Majesty. Such courage is worth treating each other sincerely for a lifetime. "

Qin Yan didn't know if she could do one of these things. She was in a passionate relationship right now, and what she cared about was her lover's feelings for her. She skipped this topic and said selfishly: "An Ran, compared to the old empress, can you love a little more- now me, even a little bit?"

"Small-headed melon seeds, it's a waste of General Ben to explain the truth to you, and get entangled in this superficial thing." Murong Anran was stunned, pretending to be angry, "Love is love, what is it?"

"Just say it, can you!" Qin Yan asked after her.

Murong Anran's smile was obviously full of satisfaction, she hooked her chin and responded: "Yes~"

"That's fine..."

Love is mutual, and the general also wants to make a request, "Lanlan, can you love me a little more than the concubines, even a little bit?"

The strong affection between lovers presents "evenly matched"!

Qin Yan also laughed: "Yes~"