The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

Murong Anran strolled out of the main hall, now that she has returned triumphantly, she is covered in dusty robes and exhausted, but seeing the person she loves sitting firmly in the high position, her face unchanged, her heart is really warm and comfortable.

Either way, the frontier is as windy and frosty as a knife, and only she will be cut off.

As for the matter of giving away a beautiful man, it was just for others to see, but this time, there is one thing that needs to be implemented urgently.

A famous female general wants a status, a status that is well-known in the world, whether it is a concubine, a concubine or even a nobleman, she doesn't care.Because of that so-called powerful position, it was sifted by the strong wind of Kunyuji long ago, leaving nothing left.

Now, Murong Anran just wants to hug someone lightly and enjoy the warmth for the rest of her life. She has planned for many years for this wish.

The red robe showed a very moving color under the silver armor, unlike the elegant and gorgeous gauze skirts in the palace, only the hem of the skirt was rolled up by the wind.

The sun has risen a little bit, and the gray surroundings are a bit brighter. After looking at the people on the Dragon Throne for a few times, I feel that the armor on my body is extraordinarily heavy.

Murong Anran quickened her pace, she urgently needed to wash away the dust, to sleep, to regain her strength, and to hug her lover tightly.

"Your Highness, Your Highness... Slow down." An urgent call broke the solemn and solemn inner palace.

The voice sounded from behind, Murong Anran stopped and looked back, behind the tall and thin body was the blue sky.

In the distance, a person in a golden silk phoenix robe flutters in the wind, with pearls and jade all over his head, chaotically bumping into each other, and a pearl tassel is even covered in a bun in all directions, which looks quite funny.

She recognized that the girl who came flying was Qiao Jiuyou who had been raised in the palace since she was a child, and she was also the next empress.

Courtesy is unavoidable for monarchs and ministers, but Murong Anran is exempted from kneeling and worshiping because of his illustrious military exploits, and he can also wear a sword in the inner courtyard of the palace. Now when he sees Qiao Jiuyou, he only needs to nod slightly as a simple signal.

A few dozen steps away, the woman raised her feet and waved her hands, smiling and shouting clearly: "Anran... Anran..."

Not far away, Murong Anran nodded flatly, and said without emotion: "His Royal Highness..." Before he could finish his sentence, Qiao Jiuyou, who was rushing over, kicked his feet together, flew out in an instant, and rolled down , Even though the female general galloped through the wind, she couldn't catch anyone.

The next Empress just lay on the ground like this, screaming for pain regardless of her appearance.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Murong Anran knelt down on one knee, trying to help him up.

A pair of snow-white and slender hands climbed onto the man's elbow, Qiao Jiuyou's eyes were dim with tears, she raised her small white chin, and said pitifully: "Anran, I hurt..."

"Quickly invite the imperial physician," Murong Anran immediately rushed to the palace to give an order, and continued: "I will send you back to the palace."

Qiao Jiuyou bit her back molars and tried several times to pretend to be a fake. Her phoenix eyes showed misery. She bit her pink lips and shook her head gently, with crystal tears rolling down her face, "Anran, I can't go anymore, I Knees hurt."

"Then take the sedan chair."

"I've never been in the habit of taking a sedan chair, and I've never been prepared, but I have to wait for a while."

Qiao Jiuyou looked up at the sky, slowly slid his hands into the opponent's palm, held them tightly, and complained a little, "The sun is too poisonous, I don't want to stay where I am for a moment. Anran, carry me on your back..."

The goose-yellow gauze oozes a little bit of scarlet, like a cluster of red plums, very eye-catching, Murong Anran raised her eyebrows, feeling a little distressed, "Well, I will carry you on my back."

After hearing this, the corners of Qiao Jiuyou's mouth suddenly turned up into a crescent moon, and the small dimples were filled with a smile.

Murong Anran walked with his head bowed. He has been fighting all the year round. The weight on his back does not weigh on him. Putting aside the barrier of dignity, the person on his body is soft and fragrant.

The man sat up on his back, wrapping his hands around his neck naturally, Qiao Jiuyou tilted his melon-seeded face, put his upturned nose close to the former's ear, and took a deep breath.

Now that she is an adult, the hidden joy in her early years has been inspired by miscellaneous books, and she has already been mixed with turbulent passion/desire for the person in front of her.

The soft lips touched the back of the ear intentionally or unintentionally, Qiao Jiuyou stretched out a small pink tongue, and licked it lightly at intervals along with the shaking of walking.

A little bit of star cold came from the skin, Murong Anran didn't notice it, although she was carrying someone behind her back, all she could think about in her heart were the eyebrows and eyes of the person on the Dragon Throne.

Qiao Jiuyou's heart became unstoppable because of this kind of stealing. She stared at the predecessor's ear and looked carefully.

The outer width is slender, a little transparent, and the blood-red gossamer can be seen, and the ear pinna and earlobe are slightly red, like the charming color on the pink petals of magnolia.

A strand of unruly black hair was curled up, and it looked disheveled because she didn't use hair oil. She straightened her messy hair and said softly, "An Ran, the frontier wars have finally stopped. This time, you can stay in Beijing for a long time."

"Daliang's national strength is no longer what it used to be, and I dare not say how long it is. Anyway, I will be my grandson of Yuqiong for ten years."

As she said that, the female general was sweet in her heart, she sacrificed green for ten years for the people in the high seat, then the next ten or twenty years would be exchanged for the kind of compensation that Xiao had always wanted.

Ten years of sword days, in exchange for free people.It should be a combination of expressing the strong thoughts that could not be expressed in the mouth in the past, in the lingering morning, in the lazy afternoon, and in the hot evening.

Qiao Jiuyou didn't hear what anyone said at all. She raised her index finger and slid up and down along the delicate outline, as if there was nothing.

A slight itchy crawled up my heart, like a spring silkworm swallowing a leaf, bit by bit.

At first, Murong Anran didn't care about this little fuss, thinking it was just the child's stubbornness, but as time went by, the fingers on the ear changed from sliding slowly, to rubbing lightly, and finally increased the force, which made her rub a little bit. discomfort.

In fact, for a general, this strength is negligible.

But during the rubbing, someone's breathing was urgent and heavy, as if venting, Murong Anran's ears were reddened by Qiao Jiuyou's rubbing/rubbing, burning like fire.

In order to completely avoid this strange feeling, Murong Anran resolutely turned his face in an arc, but he hid an inch, and the fingers of the person on his back approached an inch. When it was inevitable, Qiao Jiuyou's thumb and index finger completely hugged a soft .

"Your Highness!"

"what?"

"Don't scratch me!"

"You take this as scratching?"

"Isn't it?" Murong Anran stopped his steps, and his face was slightly relaxed, his expression was quite serious.

Qiao Jiuyou sneered secretly in her heart, of course she couldn't tell the truth, so she had to hide it.

With a crisp laugh, the next empress rested her small chin on the other side's neck, resting her elbows on her wide and thin shoulders, with an innocent and harmless appearance, she lazily said: "An Ran, I'm just curious, as a woman, why don't you wear your ears, this side is crystal clear and fair, and it looks good with any color pendant."

"So it's this." Murong Anran relaxed his vigilance, took another step forward, and said calmly: "Jewels, hairpins and hairpins are a burden to my ministers. As a female general, the most important thing is makeup and pearls. will."

"That's right," Qiao Jiuyou's fingers didn't stop, she became more and more domineering, full of revenge, but the words on her mouth were so calm that there was no wave, "However, An Ran, you are very handsome, with a jade face and thin lips, There is no need to pile up, the clear water hibiscus is incomparable..."

Murong Anran was a little annoyed in her heart, her earlobe was like a piece of dough in someone's hand, it was very uncomfortable to be manipulated at will.She glanced over, and coldly rejected the compliment, "Your Highness, the northwest wind and frost has already covered the corners of my eyes and brows, and my skin is not as warm and delicate as a woman's, it is very rough."

"What's so bad about being rough? If you just keep being soft and boneless, you won't be strong." Qiao Jiuyou made up his mind, and said with a smile, "An Ran, your earlobes are small and very cute, unlike mine, which are thick. It doesn't look good with pierced ears."

"Thick ears are rich, not to mention His Highness is born beautiful, don't underestimate yourself."

Qiao Jiuyou deliberately leaned down, leaned on the pinna, and whispered inwardly: "My Highness wants to be perfect all the time, and I really envy your ears. Look, after rubbing/rubbing them, they are as red as pomegranate seeds... People are hungry."

Murong Anran is not very familiar with the people on her back, she travels all year round, and occasionally returns from victories to stay for a short stay, and she also clings to the Empress to be happy/joyful, and the number of times she sees Qiao Jiuyou is not many.So she didn't know much about his mind, or in other words, she thought the other party was still a child.

"Hungry, I went back to the palace and asked someone to peel the pomegranate."

"But..." Qiao Jiuyou blinked her phoenix eyes, pulled her earlobe close to her lips, and said, "I'm very jealous, but I can't take it away, why don't you let me bite hard to reduce my jealousy?" Let's go. An Ran, just one bite, I will bite gently, it won't hurt you!"

Qiao Jiuyou shook his arms and fell down like a fool.Murong Anran sent the person to him, feeling quite helpless: "Well, I'll give you a bite to dispel the jealousy in my heart."

"Alright~" Qiao Jiuyou raised his hands high, looking excited.

"What a child." Murong Anran smiled wryly and shook her head.

Qiao Jiuyou opened her pink lips, and sucked a small part of her earlobe into her mouth.

The pain didn't hit, but the earlobe was wet/wet/wet, teasing/pushing/teasing/teasing.

Murong Anran frowned, her heart was a little confused, this kind of action, she has done to the Empress, and often... the same fascination and devotion.But Qiao Jiuyou shouldn't have acted like this. He is so inexperienced at this age, because he doesn't understand, why is he so familiar?

No matter what the person behind his back was thinking, Murong Anran quickly turned his face away, fled from the mouth, and sent the person back as quickly as possible.On the way home, she wrinkled her long brows bitterly, touched her red/swollen earlobes, feeling weird in her heart, not feeling well anyway.

Qiao Jiuyou leaned on the cushion contentedly and watched the figure leave. When she disappeared, she stretched out her hand to push the window and looked out from the inside until the figure disappeared.

The nanny who has been following around knows it well, so she can't help but comfort her, "Your Highness, she is one of His Majesty's people. Besides, the general has twenty-six, and she is no longer the green girl she used to be. , why bother to think about it."

Qiao Jiuyou smiled but didn't answer, she loved Murong Anran's handsome and coquettish skin, but after years of peeling off, what was left was not a piece of dross.

On the contrary, a long-lost lover is like a grain of sand in the heart, becoming stronger with time, and finally condensed into a unparalleled treasure in countless tossing and slightly painful dark nights.

"Nurse," Qiao Jiuyou put down her elbows on the window sill and returned to her normal position. She took a deep breath of the cold incense, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her pink lips parted amidst the mist, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand this old slave, but the general's heart is not here... Your opponent is someone on the dragon seat, so you can't win."

The pain in the knee is an uninterrupted reminder that this deliberately created wound is cheap but straightforward, but the moment the body touches, the high friendship can no longer be restrained.

Qiao Jiuyou rubbed her thumbs and index fingers together, reminiscing about the softness before, and also imagined that the other places were soft and smooth. She said, "It's not her, Qiao Yulan, that An Ran loves."

Mammy asked puzzledly, "Why, she doesn't love His Majesty?"

"No," the next empress shook her head resolutely, and said coldly, "She loves the emperor."

Mammy is completely confused, Qiao Yulan is the emperor, and the emperor is Qiao Yulan, what is the difference between the two.

"Few of the generals with great achievements have a good end. If the Murong family wants to prosper for a hundred years, it is a good way to send people into the palace. There are many outstanding people in the family, and it depends on the current emperor's preferences." Qiao Jiuyou put his index finger close to the light Smell, the phoenix eyes are slightly closed, and the body and mind are extremely satisfied, "An Ran was only deceived by Qiao Yulan. How can a lustful emperor be sincere? Only I, Qiao Jiuyou, can give her all my love."

"Then you...don't be in a hurry." Mammy reluctantly said, "Your Majesty is in the prime of his life, and I guess there are still dozens of spring and autumn to come."

Qiao Jiuyou opened her beautiful eyes, smiled, and asked, "Did Mammy think that I would wait for her to die naturally? Wait until An Ran is [-] or [-]?"

The rebellious words came out, the nanny hurriedly turned around and closed the door tightly, and hurried over to tell, "Your Highness, don't make trouble for a woman, the future is in your hands, if you act too hastily, you will end up drawing water from a bamboo basket in vain .”

suddenly!

The next empress was suddenly furious, and the table was shaken by her pure white palm, "Jiangshan is nothing! If it hadn't been able to give Anran everything she wanted, why would my highness have been willing to take over this laborious job? I am an emperor, There is a lot of power and wealth, and supreme freedom.

Now trapped in the imperial palace, with heavy studies and heavy etiquette, how is it different from a domesticated bird in a cage! "

Qiao Jiuyou became angrier as she spoke, and knocked over the white jade cup on the table with her hands. She slowly got up, stared at the mess on the ground, and glared, "If it wasn't for this name, I would have gone to the northwest to find An Ran, and I wouldn't have been pushed forward by Qiao Yulan." Let's do it! Now, seeing a beautiful woman rubbing hands with her, having a private meeting, performing the erotic palace, and grinding the mirror thoroughly, I can't wait to raise my sword and kill someone right now."

The tea seeped into the bluestone floor, and the tea leaves curled up and froze on the ground in a dead silence.

Mammy sighed and muttered softly, "Your Highness, why should you be persistent when things are set in stone."

Qiao Jiuyou turned his face to one side, fisted, and said sarcastically, "Is my life, Qiao Jiuyou, nailed to the board?

The throne is given by her, but whether I want it and when I want it depends on my mood. In this case... It doesn't matter if His Highness ascends the throne in another way! "

Mammy understands the person who grew up on her milk in front of her eyes - paranoid like the wind, with a knife resting on her neck, she can still raise her face, showing contempt and provocation.Soft and hard, but not to eat.

The only weakness is Murong Anran.

In a deliberately prolonged sigh, the next empress closed her phoenix eyes, stood with her hands behind her back, and in the silence all around, she began to talk to herself: "Anran, I can't wait, I can't wait for a moment... Someone, Must, violent death!"