The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

The situation is unpredictable, and the awe-inspiring autumn rain comes one after another.

The thunder sounded from far to near, and there were many figures in the hall, their voices were desolate, and all the faces of various colors showed worry.

In the inner room, the female doctor and the maid attend to the empress's secret wounds.

The outdoor atmosphere was serious, Concubine Chen's black eyebrows were tightly frowned, her solemn and elegant face was as cold as winter.

Ah Xi and Ren Shiqing were sitting on the side, one was crying, the other was cursing and crying, "Sister Chen Concubine, when Murong comes safely, we must punish her severely, beat her to pieces, so as to vent everyone's anger. "

Ren Shiqing and Ah Xi were the same to the outside world, with swollen eyes, distressed and angry, "Ah Xi is right! Looking at the bloody pants brought out by the servant, the concubine's legs are so frightened, if it hurts other places, it will be painful." Extreme, not to mention the flesh there."

Axi wiped away the rolling tears, and gritted his teeth, "It's not that Murong Anran hasn't had a good time with His Majesty, he knows the seriousness, and the current situation must have been planned for a long time, to kill His Majesty——"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ren Shiqing slapped her master's arm, crying and cursing; "You stinky beggar, you are talking nonsense, Your Majesty is the order of a real dragon, and the blessings are as good as the sky, what is this injury..."

Ah Xi consciously said the wrong thing, it was an unintentional statement in a hurry, annoyed at his stupid mouth, and really afraid of crow's mouth, he decisively slapped himself, and then wept again.

Doesn't Concubine Chen feel sorry for her childhood sweetheart, and it is precisely because of her heart that she must punish the instigator of the vicious thing.

As she waited anxiously, the voice of crying gradually became louder, and Concubine Chen couldn't bear it anymore, "What's the use of crying, it's just arousing criticism, you two go back, shut the door and wait for the news."

"Ah?" Axi raised his eyebrows, with tears on his face, unwilling to let go: "I will wait here, and I will not go anywhere. In case something happens to your majesty, the ministers and concubines will follow to serve you immediately. Accompany around."

Although the words were not clear, it was heart-pounding, and Ren Shiqing followed suit: "It's the same with my concubine, I don't know about His Majesty's condition, so I won't go anywhere."

Concubine Chen couldn't tolerate their nonsense, crying and twitching.

The sinner is approaching, if the two of them make a fuss like a village woman, wouldn't they be in a mess.

"Come here, take Concubine Xi and Concubine Ren back to the room."

Concubine Chen made a final decision, and the servants led a group of young eunuchs in, without saying a word, they directly took them away.

Ah Xi and Ren Shiqing had nothing to resist, Concubine Chen was the head of the four concubines, the courtiers were wary of the people's tongues, and never compromised on the matter of conferring on her.But in private, she has long been recognized as the empress of Emperor Yuqiong.

As soon as the person was taken away, Qiao Jiuyou stepped in hurriedly, dressed in dark-patterned golden dragon and white fox brocade fur, swept by a gust of cold wind, approached and asked concerned: "Sister Yan, what happened? Why did it happen so suddenly? Someone came to pass it at night, I thought it was a nightmare, I pinched it, and woke up in a panic, I was so frightened that I only put on my robe and rushed over."

"It hurts you." Feng Yan stretched out his hand to tidy up the corners of the man's clothes, pulled him to sit down side by side, worried, "If there is a minor illness or pain, I alone will be enough. It's just that His Majesty was seriously injured. There are some rules, but at the moment, Neili is not much better than them."

"Sister Yan, if you say that you are troubled, you will see each other. We are a family." Qiao Jiuyou coaxed, and asked deliberately: "I heard that I saw blood. Which servant failed to lead the way and fell Your Majesty?"

"It's really... ashamed to say it." Feng Yan wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and sighed: "You will know later."

The female doctor came out of the inner room, Concubine Chen sat upright again, and asked coldly, "How is your Majesty?"

The female doctor knelt at the feet of Concubine Chen, and reported in detail: "Your Majesty's body is severely torn, and I serve him with wine to drink Mabosan, then debride the wound and suture it, and then use some golden sore medicine... As for the inner wound, I will help you with it." Pills, mainly conditioning."

Concubine Chen listened carefully, and the armor tightly fastened to the table gradually loosened. Although the bleeding was stopped and stitched up, once the numbness passed, she would still be in pain for a long time. She asked one more question: "Besides, can you hurt?"

The female medical officer raised her face and lowered her eyes, endured her shame, and told the truth: "There are bruises on the wrists, red lip marks and tooth marks all over the body of the dragon, red and swollen forehead, and five fingers on the side of the waist."

"This move..." Concubine Chen couldn't help turning her face away, rolling down two lines of tears, choked up: "Inhuman..."

Qiao Jiuyou listened without a trace of fear, but couldn't help fantasizing about intense and "cruel" scenes.

She put herself in, raised her neck, closed her eyes slightly, and enjoyed an abuse/love that didn't belong to her.

The dead leaves are swaying in a perfect circle, the autumn wind is washed away by the waves of emotion, and the singing is rushing forward, the crystal tears are mixed with another crystal, unfeeling and beautiful.

Her body heated up uncontrollably, Qiao Jiuyou couldn't hear a word of others at all, if she could, she wanted to go back to the palace immediately, and have a good time with Bai Lian'an first.

The thin and tall figure came in, and the female doctor stepped back.

Murong Anran raised his eyes to see the two people in the seat, and knelt down on one knee without saying a word.

"You are guilty!"

"My lord, I'm guilty."

Concubine Chen saw that people didn't care at all, and she was very anxious, but everything happened for a reason. Seeing the empress's attitude towards him, she was willing to give the other party a chance to avoid the heavy responsibility, "Murong Anran, you really recruited, why did you want to do it?" Injure Your Majesty."

After the incident happened, Murong Anran didn't think of excuses for herself, hurt her lover, and made her feel uncomfortable, both distressed and resentful, and accepted all punishments.

She said: "There is no excuse, and I also ask the concubine Chen to issue an order cleanly, so that I can go and receive the punishment as soon as possible."

"Murong Anran, thanks to His Majesty treating you kindly in the past, I never thought you would be so cruel..." Concubine Chen was furious, she covered her heart, and pointed in a trembling voice: "Since you refuse to explain, I will punish you severely on Your Majesty's behalf! "

At this time, Qiao Jiuyou stretched out her slender hand, gently blocked the torture, and turned her face, "Sister Yan, don't worry, wait for me to ask you a few questions."

"Alright, Jiuyou, you ask her."

After getting approval, the next empress took a sip of the tea in hand.

"An Ran, you have served His Majesty for several years, because you know the severity and..."

Qiao Jiuyou paused intentionally, and slipped the tea cover in circles along the port. A beautiful crisp sound sounded, and she hinted lightly, "And the shade."

Murong Anran refused to respond.

Qiao Jiuyou was not in a hurry, and leisurely teased the mouth with the tea cover, never looking at the kneeling person, her pair of almond eyes were hidden in the shadow under the eyelashes, she asked lightly: "How can you treat me so cruelly? Don't you want to be a concubine?"

"Concubine Feng," Murong Anran chewed these two words silently. In the past, she was crowned with glory and longing for hope, but now she peeled off the hypocritical appearance, and she was just a bed curtain of love/love in the world. "I don't care whether I seal it or not .”

"If you insist on doing this all the time, it will make people look at you differently." Qiao Jiuyou sneered: "I'm afraid that after three or five days, I'll be satisfied with asking for a nobleman...

Your majesty forgets the pain when the scar is healed, and you will treat each other with warmth in the future, let alone a nobleman, queens and concubines are fine. "

"I said, I don't care." Murong Anran glanced at the inner room, behind the white jade screen, there was nothing but silence, it was just such a breathless silence, which disturbed the body and mind, both of them were hurt, and both were deeply hurt. Love twists and steps into pain.

Not knowing where the way out is, and how long love and hatred will be entangled, she made up her mind, turned to look at Concubine Chen, and said decisively: "I will never enter the harem."

"Okay!" Qiao Jiuyou put down the teacup and applauded, "The realm of the great general is invincible, not for glory, not for being extravagant, he is noble and clean, and Jiuyou admires him.

However, entering the harem is an illusory title, and more than half of the worldly people are only greedy for substance... To put it bluntly, why would the general stop begging for the emperor's love? "

At the center of this sentence, Murong Anran's heart suddenly sank.

Qiao Jiuyou knew that the other party hadn't thought of this, but she thought of it for her, "An Ran, while seriously hurting His Majesty, you hoped that you will be happy in the future. Is it because you are sick, or is Your Majesty looking for abuse?"

"Chen...Chen..." Murong Anran fell into a painful situation. She loved the person on the sick bed, abused/loved the other person, but let him suffer a little punishment. Not entering the harem was also the biggest punishment for herself. Hasn't she been in the past ten years? For the sake of a false name like a concubine, only a false name can hold the empress to sleep with integrity.

If you cut it off rashly...

"You still don't want to part with this look, right? I thought you seriously injured His Majesty, and you must have thrown away your love and love, and will not be an emperor's plaything." Qiao Jiuyou suddenly slapped the table violently, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Murong Anran , you eat the bear heart and leopard gall, and dare to trample on Yuqiong's king!

Don't think that you can despise everything just by taking some land, what do you take yourself for!After all, a house slave! "

Murong Anran gritted her back molars, dug her five fingers deep into her palms, and her body trembled slightly under the flickering light.

Concubine Chen turned her face away completely, unable to put her beak back.

Qiao Jiuyou took a step forward, condescending, put his palm on the general's face, and wiped it hard.

This is a silent slap.

"What do you take His Majesty for?"

"Is it a prisoner! Is it a stinky bastard who is tortured and played with in the brothel?"

"Who do you think you're ravaging / ravaging?"

"An ordinary woman?!"

Facing continuous questioning, Murong Anran didn't answer, but she couldn't hide the answer.

"If you choose to remain silent, I'll tell you," Qiao Jiuyou bent down, stared at the person for a long time, and spoke sternly.

"What you bite with your lips and teeth is the flesh and blood of a great country; what you pinch with your fingers is the royal dignity; what you whip and whip is the arrogance of my thousands of people in Yuqiong."

"Why, Yuqiong's century-old foundation has been reduced to the shame of being smeared by a domestic slave for thousands of years!"

"Why, His Majesty is so powerful that he is reduced to being half-dead by a house slave!"

"Murong Anran, tell me!"

"You tell Yuqiong Wanwan's people."

"Tell you about the loyal ancestors who threw their heads and blood for the Qiao family!"

"In the end, why!"

……

There was a flicker in Murong Anran's eyes.

Qiao Jiuyou accepted it as soon as she saw it. She took out the white handkerchief from her bosom, handed it over kindly, and said calmly: "An Ran, I am serious, don't worry about it. My Highness just wants to express that there is no such good thing in the world. , the emperor allows you to ravage/ravage, and then he has to let you occupy it as quickly as possible. I'm afraid I can't do it after the injury is healed.

It's not that I don't agree, you can just ask and see who will respond to your bad behavior. "

"In other words, people always have a sense of shame, and a tree has a layer of rough bark."

Qiao Jiuyou stuffed the veil back when she saw that the person didn't pick it up, she straightened her body, tilted her face and said, "If you lose face, you will be like a skinned wild dog, and Zude will be wiped out."

"By the way, the old general was kneeling outside, and he still doesn't know how to explain it.

If you know that you tortured his king and the beliefs of the whole clan, I'm afraid that the old man will beat you to death..."

"father……"

Murong Anran finally realized the reality. What she hurt was not just her beloved, but Qiao Yulan, and even Yuqiong's king.

Qiao Jiuyou turned his back to the person, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the plaque with non-warm eyes, and said lightly behind his back, "An Ran, there is a price to be paid for hurting others, whether it is family members or yourself, this account must always be settled In human beings, self-will is understandable, but it cannot be escaped."

At this point, Murong Anran understood everything Qiao Jiuyou said.

She calmly put down one leg, stood on both knees, and fell on the ground, exposing her weakness: "The guilty minister knows his mistake, please punish An Ran alone, and don't involve the innocent."

Qiao Jiuyou winked at Concubine Chen who was about to make a move, and the latter had to suspend the punishment.

"Actually, whether or not it involves others is secondary. Self-awareness is the most important thing." Qiao Jiuyou raised her chest high and deliberately said to the people behind her, "The key to hurting people is to avoid the recurrence of sharp weapons. According to everyone's understanding, you His sharp weapon is His Majesty's favor. Will the General...do you want to continue?"

Murong Anran raised his tearful eyes, and regained the solemnity and dignity that a general should have and his promise.

She said to Concubine Chen word by word: "Chen, let me declare my ambition here, and in this life, I will never entangle with Your Majesty again."

As the words fell, Qiao Jiuyou no longer hid his joy in the sparkling eyes under his eyelashes.

She walked over, took the man's hand, changed her gentle face, and said: "Sister Yan, in view of the great general's contribution to Yuqiong, combined with His Majesty's previous love for him, the punishment is too much and it is unpopular. This result is to avoid secondary damage, and fundamentally eliminate hidden dangers, what do you think?"

Feng Yan knew the weight of it, although he couldn't bear to do it like this, but the thing has already been committed, and the key is to prevent the next time, "Okay, this matter is over, only the three of us know, and no one can mention it again."

Murong Anran responded with heartache.

From this moment on, she has complied with other people's request and also fulfilled her own promise.

"Let's go and see Your Majesty. If you wake up, you only need someone as gentle and considerate as Sister Yan to be by your side." Qiao Jiuyou led Feng Yan into the room, while squinting her eyes, and said indifferently: "The rain has already stopped." Why, why don't you take the old general home? You have been disloyal, how can you be unfilial!"

The two figures left together, Murong Anran struggled to get up, not knowing how to get out of the door.

The cold rain hit her head and face, blinding her eyes and wet her heart.

"Father, it's all right, let's... go home."

Murong Jingmin raised his old face, the rain was streaming down his white hair and beard, his thick eyelids were barely open, his face was carved with years of wind and frost, and his robes could not withstand the cold and miserable rain of late autumn .

A dry bone in the robe couldn't resist the moodiness of the royal family. He tremblingly asked: "What's the matter? But what is it? I only heard that you hurt His Majesty? Why did you hurt her, she is not yours..."

Murong Anran braved the wind and rain, stepped forward, and walked forward. Because of the humiliation and grievance, or because she was so sad that she couldn't add it, she responded in grief and indignation in the heavy rain: "Where is the injury? My daughter is not filial, and deliberately fucked His Majesty to bleed!"

Murong Jingmin was stunned suddenly, picked up the crutches on the ground, tried three times, managed to stand up, and then chased after him without hesitation.

The man who was limped due to the war, his right foot was struggling to hit the ground, and his dry and thin body was leaning frequently.

The person in front was not walking fast, deliberately waiting for the lame veteran.

Far away from the imperial palace, Murong Anran, who had endured an hour of suffering in the storm, knelt down again in front of the ancestral hall.

One click, one click, a dozen times in a row.

In the end, it landed on Murong An's head, his head spun, and his body fell into the muddy water.

"You bastard, how could you do such a thing to His Majesty!"

The crutches were aimed straight at the back of the prostrate man. The veteran who was born to serve the country was so angry that he burst into tears, "If something goes wrong with His Majesty, how do you face your ancestors? They are all for Joe... ...Is it because of you that you will become a sinner?!"

The heavy rain was torrential, and some people were in a state of embarrassment as if they were fighting with the army. Their white dimples were covered with muddy water, and after several sticks, their faces were as pale as pulp. They couldn't tell the difference between rain or tears.

The rain was like beans, hitting the slender eyelids, Murong Anran choked up and asked; "Father, I am the Murong clan, loyal to the emperor and serving the country, why?"

"For what?" Murong Jingmin pounded the ground with his crutches, the wrinkles on his face twisted into an inextricable dry mountain, "For the glory of the Murong clan."

"Glory..." Murong Anran raised her neck high, closed her eyes, tears and rain streaked across her blue hair, splashing tiny petals of residual flowers, "My ancestors, including you, did it for the glory, but I... for the glory." is her."

"In that case, why did you hurt her!"

"Lanlan, I'm disappointed..."

The sound of the rain was too loud, Murong Anran poured out his heart out, and was drowned in the thunder.

"What are you talking about? Louder!"

The rain drenches people completely, and the cold things follow the collar to sweep away the heat from the chest. Murong Anran trembles like a leaf that has been detached. She becomes more and more lonely in the majestic rain, with one heart, Lost more and more vitality.

"The most terrifying thing in this world is the royal family. It decides your life and death, and even asks you to kneel and thank you. They give you glory, wealth and honor. Everything that the world admires comes from their fingers..." Murong Anran He couldn't help crying loudly: "But who are we? Loyal bodyguards? Brave lovers? Or obedient domestic slaves who come and go as soon as they are called!"

"Anran..." Murong Jingmin wiped off the muddy water on Yao Nu's face in distress, and shook his head, "We who flow the blood of the Murong clan, we have no choice."

"Yeah, I don't have a choice... I don't have a choice to fall in love with her, I don't have a choice to leave her, I don't have a choice to do everything."

The muddy water was wiped away, revealing the purest eyes, she looked at her old father, for the first time, in the tone of a young girl, with a little comfort; "Father, if there is another life, An Ran would like to be a country reckless man who only knows how to fish. Chop firewood, find an ordinary woman of the right age, get married and have children, guard the cold, guard the love, until the white hair."

There is no better way to know a son than a father!

Murong Jingmin condensed his body and was momentarily stunned.

Thousands of words are like raindrops under the sky, lingering between father and daughter.

The veteran knew Yao'er's indescribable and inexhaustible suffering, he let go of his hand, threw the crutch into the water, bent his knees, and squatted down with difficulty, a sonorous tone louder than the sound of rain came: "Father believes in you!" There is unspeakable pain, let the past pass, and the days must move on... If there is any punishment, Dad will bear it with you."

"You have to live." Murong Anran lowered her face, not daring to look at others. The palm on her shoulder gave her a lot of strength. In the miserable cold, and under the deep love of her father, she murmured with tears in her eyes: " Father, for An Ran, find a marriage."

"Family?!"

"Family."

Murong Jingmin came back to his senses, tasted the two words full of despair, hugged Yaonu, and wept together, the two bodies cuddled together, protecting the spark that was about to go out, "An Ran, there are three kinds of people in the world, Men, women, Your Majesty... You are not Your Majesty, who are you after thinking about it?"

"I'm not an emperor, and I don't have the roots of a man." Murong Anran couldn't bear the grief. She let go of all the heavy burdens and cried in her father's arms like a child; "For my daughter, choose a husband. That's the only way." , to stay away from them.”

The author has something to say:

Qiao Jiuyou: To do three is to sneak in and force her to break up.

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