The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

"It's not good! It's out of water!"

Following a scream, countless shouts sounded, the palace people bustled together, and a large number of guards swarmed to the nearest peace tank to fetch water.

Thick smoke billowed straight into the sky, and the autumn wind roared and raged, fueling the fire and making it more diffuse and grand.

The guards of Baoqing Hall hastily turned around, clasped their hands in front of the door, and hurriedly reported: "Your Highness, the West Hall is not very busy, please move to another place."

Qiao Jiuyou already smelled a strong smell of smoke, and the naked eye could see wisps of gray smoke coming in through the crack of the door, attacking along the red gauze curtain.

It was a very close fire.

The sound of crackling charred wood filled her ears, she stopped kissing, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I have opened my mouth before, and I imagined that they will be burned together in a hundred years, and now a big fire will be ignited."

Murong Anran didn't care, she asked, "Damn it? Let's continue."

"This fire is not at the right time. I just tasted my lips, and I haven't taken a bite of the sweetness inside." The spring tide in the sea gradually receded, and Qiao Jiuyou couldn't help sneering: "After teasing for so long, the general still has a look on his face." It's cold, it's really wronged."

There was soot floating in the room, and the thick smoke choked his nostrils, Murong Anran was unmoved, and looked sideways to the outside of the tent.

Uneven breathing mixed with helplessness, Qiao Jiuyou touched the other party's lips, and said reverently: "Maybe you don't believe it, I love you more than my own life; but if life is gone, I can't love madly. But one day , you and I will be like two snakes intertwined, impenetrable."

"At that time, Yuqiong God of War will turn into a body of evil desires abandoned by the Buddha, and the icy ice will melt into a pool of boiling spring water to cross me through the sea of ​​loneliness and suffering."

Murong Anran turned a deaf ear to it, she pushed the person away, put on her boots and got off the couch, stood three steps away and straightened her clothes, turned her back and asked: "Where is the elixir?"

Qiao Jiuyou felt bad. Passionate meets ruthless, it is bound to be like the north wind hitting the south wall. She said angrily: "Dressing table, white marble lion box, unicorn purse."

With a quick leap and a quick rummage, the general finally fulfilled the purpose of this trip.

Qiao Jiuyou hated the fire in his heart, not only because he followed what he said earlier, it was very unlucky.

After all, after this time, it is necessary to spend a lot of time to force Murong Anran to submit obediently.But Qiao Yulan's sensitive chess piece can only be used once.

Whether it was an unintentional or deliberate fire outside, she would peel off the skin of the arsonist to vent her anger!

The elixir was stuffed into his chest, but he didn't leave in a hurry.Qiao Jiuyou was a little surprised. She got off the couch, put on a thin shirt, and sent affectionate eyes.

However, after a few ticks, such affectionate pulses became completely stiff, and the next empress' complexion changed drastically. She raised her arm, pointed her index finger at the person, and yelled: "What do you mean?!"

Someone bent his waist and took clear water from the golden basin, rinsed his dimples and earlobes, dipped his hands in the basin, and rubbed them back and forth. wipe clean.

"My flesh is actually dirty? Smelly?"

"After touching and kissing, do you have to wash it off?"

"Still poisonous?"

"If you touch and kiss, will the flesh rot?"

The handkerchief that had been wiped was thrown on the ground casually, and Qiao Jiuyou followed with his eyes, seeing a set of smooth movements in his eyes.

It was so obvious that someone was disliking her body, her lips and tongue, to the point of washing them repeatedly with water.

Qiao Jiuyou's long hair was disheveled, she was trembling with anger, her face was horrifying, and her passionate and conceited heart was trampled on most mercilessly. She stood beside the couch that was still warm, almost in hysterical anger.

"That's right! No one is more despicable than me. I put aside my majesty, talk all the swearing, show off my body, and make the most despicable appearance, even the seductive pose of a brothel!"

"I thought you were unmoved because you didn't love. If you don't love, it's fine. It's okay if you don't have a little bit of sex. It's a big deal to cling to you, or even compromise."

"Or, just treat me as a tool, a vent/fire puppet that comes and goes when called..."

"But what about you?"

"Think of me as a pile of rotten meat, a pile of vile/buggy rotten meat!"

"Murong Anran! I am the emperor!"

……

The general's emotions also became agitated, she waved her hand at others, and said calmly: "Qiao Jiuyou, don't call yourself so low, you are more perverted and cunning. If I fail in the future, you can dig Murong Zu's grave , This is something that is condemned by God."

"The vow of severance was made earlier, partly because of your provocation."

"No matter who is responsible for the poison this time, with the elixir as bait, it will eventually end up on the couch, and there will inevitably be entanglements."

"One by one, you and I understand."

"As for the day you said... I don't think this day will come."

"Because I have never loved you from the beginning to the end, now and in the future, if you mention the next life, the answer will still disappoint you."

"Shut up!" Qiao Jiuyou roared angrily, interrupting Murong Anran's chatter.

Murong Anran didn't stop her love because of the other party's anger, she said: "As for Lan Lan...I live and die for her, willingly, forever."

Often, concise and concise words are the most hurtful, without too many rhetoric, and one word hits the heart.

"You treat her like this, but what does she treat you?" Qiao Jiuyou's eyes were red, she collapsed in an instant, and years of grief broke out like a treasure, "She loves power and power most! You are all Qiao Yulan's consolation play /thing!"

The general didn't sigh, and after thinking for a while, he lowered his face in the thick smoke and said slowly: "Lan Lan, you are an emperor, you should love power and power.

And your mind is completely focused on how to use the imperial power to oppress and coerce. This kind of despicableness makes me despise and despise. "

"Disgusting... despise." Tears welled up in Qiao Jiuyou's eyes. Just as he was about to refute, Murong Anran turned around and stopped talking. Tears and anger flowed out at the same time, "You left without my permission. Come back to me."

Murong Anran stopped, but did not turn her head, "Chen, it's really hard to accompany me any more. Your Highness has two feet, so you can go out by yourself."

After a word, the person disappeared.

The room was extremely turbid, with countless fine dust suspended in mid-air, wandering around, floating around, like ghosts.

The door of the temple was opened, and thick smoke and dust poured in like a group of monsters.

In the confused surroundings, the heart under the flesh was hammered one after another, and the sound of cracking was no different from that of burnt wood.

As for the pain, you can hear the wailing in the raging fire.

Qiao Jiuyou sat paralyzed in the thick smoke and dust, and cried again when he witnessed the madness in the imperial study.

The temperature in the hall suddenly rose, and the fire quickly rose.

The guards didn't listen to the decree, so they didn't dare to rush in, so they could only stand outside the wide open door and shouted for permission.

Going out quickly, Murong Anran wanted to go to the palace to deliver the pill, but the fire beside him made his face scald.

At this moment, a person came.

The figure of that person is like snow and frost, aloof and cold, with blue silk tied up with white jade and auspicious clouds inlaid with red treasure long hairpins, black hair fluttering in the hot wind, no makeup on his face, indifferent and elegant, pupils like clear crystals.

The four eyes met by chance, causing awe-inspiring surprise, huge troubles rushed over, Murong Anran stopped and turned around.

At first glance, she seemed to see a mirror, a mirror that was slowly approaching.

Next to the robes, the crescent moon white bamboo leaf jacket with a stand-up collar, the golden magnolia satin white robe, the seven-treasure gold-plated belt with river cloud patterns, exactly the same pattern, and the same Zhishi.

The soaring fire burned half of the sky red. With the scorching fire behind his back, Bai Lian stepped up slowly with his hands behind his back. When he saw the Lord, his lips curled up slightly, showing a faint smile.

Walking up to the person, she stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and asked with great interest, "Did you fuck her?"

Murong Anran raised his chin and signaled, "Because of this fire, it stopped abruptly."

"It seems that the burning is just in time," Bai Lian'an raised the corners of his eyes, very proud, "But she forced you?"

"who are you?"

"Who am I?" Bai Lian'an looked at the side face of the lord, admiring him very much, "My original name was Bai Lian'an, but when I met His Highness, I gave my surname and changed my name to - An Ran, Qiao Anran is also~"

"She actually..." Murong Anran glanced up and down, most of the confusion in his heart was resolved.

"That's right, I'm your substitute, a tool she uses to vent/fire when she can't get you."

After a while, Murong Anran raised his face and asked, "Why help me?"

Bai Lianan thought about this question for a moment, but did not tell the truth, she changed the topic and said with some sincerity, "General, I will become her concubine sooner or later, and I will sacrifice anyway.

So, I want to say, please don't jump into this fire pit that eats people without spit out your bones. "

Under the tongue of swallowing fire, Murong Anran sighed, "Actually, you can be relieved."

Bai Lian shook his head, denying this statement.

It was the first time she met the Lord, and she could see an unyielding and independent wind from every word, deed, and every action.

Even if the two of them succeed, Murong Anran's heart will never be given to Qiao Jiuyou, who will only go mad with jealousy and resentment.

In the end, he is still an "obedient" impostor, who can pretend to be sweet talk, pretend to be affectionate with him, so as to make up for the lack of heart.

"Leave that disgusting and dirty thing to me." Bai Lianan turned sideways to the person, emphasized his tone, and warned again: "You, you must not have sex with this kind of person whose heart is full of maggots."

After the words fell, the arsonist turned around cleanly, with a smile on his face, and walked towards the hall.

……

Thick fog shuttles around, choking people's throats and smoky eyes.

Bai Lianan walked a foot away from Qiao Jiuyou, only to see a pair of red and swollen eyes, and he was overjoyed.

"You set the fire." A sentence without emotion.

"Yes."

Snapped!

There was a muffled slap.

Bai Lian'an was staggered, but she stood up quickly and returned to the person's side. There was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, which she just wiped off with her cuff and said with a sweet smile, "Sorry, I ruined your good deed."

Qiao Jiuyou stepped forward and pinched the opponent's chin, gritted his teeth and said, "I really can't bear to peel off this skin."

"Yes, you are reluctant, even if today you and the general have a good relationship."

"You seem to understand me well?"

"Although I look like a general in appearance, I don't have the same personality." Bai Lian raised her long eyebrows, put one arm around the opponent's waist, and put one hand under his body, deliberately approaching the person's earlobe, teasingly said: "Book , I have already seen almost everything, and all kinds of obscenity/skills are clear in my heart. As long as Your Highness is willing, I will pretend to be Murong Anran tonight, and go to Wushan with you. Your Highness, forget her from now on, and do it with me A pair of mandarin ducks."

Qiao Jiuyou cast a contemptuous glance, "You deserve it!"

"Whether you deserve it or not, what you say doesn't matter." Bai Lianan blew on the hot air, and said with a smile: "The body has the final say."

The fire of love that has been extinguished for a while seems to have traces of re-ignition.

His face started to turn red, someone squinted his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Set your position, don't even think about taking her place. Always remember, my first drop of blood must be taken by Murong Anran himself!"

"Really?" Bai Li Anan hugged him tightly, with one hand sticking to the gray and white fragments of burnt wood, and the other hand ignited the fire. She pressed her red lips to Qiao Jiuyou's ear, panting heavily , "Actually, it's more exciting to use lips and tongue instead."

The voice pierced into the cochlea like a glow, and Qiao Jiuyou's eyes gradually closed in response to the feeling.

"I look like her, my voice is like her, my clothes are like her, and I look like her everywhere." There are rules at the fingertips, and Bai Li Anan said coldly: "If the lights are a little darker, Qiao Anran is Murong Anran."

"You're not her... never will be." Qiao Jiuyou's eyes were red.

"Okay, okay, if you say no, then it's not." Bai Lianan regarded it as a small beast, soothed the other's wound with hypocritical tenderness, and continued: "The general doesn't know much, and he doesn't know how to serve you. Have fun again and again, abandon her and replace her with me..."

"Abandon...abandon?" Qiao Jiuyou murmured to himself in the thick smoke where he couldn't reach his fingers, lost his eyes, lost his mind and body.

"Yes, abandon her!"

Not being able to love is an extremely painful thing. The more active you are, the more you will be hurt. When you are scarred, you need to use the warmth from other places to stitch up the bleeding wound.

The next empress, for the time being, obeyed.

She let go of everything and sank briefly.

In the void, there seemed to be a high mountain standing very close to her. A dark voice told her that there would be the most wonderful things in the world on the top of the mountain. Put it aside, as a commoner, with the flesh and body of a mortal, head towards the top of the mountain.

It’s just that the process was exhausting and lazy, sweating profusely, gritting teeth, climbing up step by step, legs trembling, breathing hard, the heart in the chest was about to jump out, I wanted to give up something, but the mountain was close In front of her eyes, she could not and would not give up.

At this time, a ghostly and seductive voice came from high above the sky:

"Replace me."

"Replace me."

"Replace me!"

This sensuality was like a push, more like a palm force, which suddenly helped her reach the top of the mountain.

She half-closed her eyes, and the clouds and mist flowed, misty and boundless.

The skirt and hair are flying in the air, stretched and relaxed.

It turns out that this is the prison of Kyoto, with an intoxicating scenery that has never been seen before.

The body is as light as the crimson wings of a butterfly, fluttering and wrapped in the mighty clouds and water vapor.

"Your Highness, please move to another place quickly!" The guard outside the door begged anxiously.

The west hall has been burnt to an empty frame, and the fire is gradually approaching the main hall, the wood is broken, the gilt is melted, the crisp sound, the rapid panting, the sounds of various colors merge into one place, forming a clear and ambiguous sound of gold and stone.

The main beam in the hall was burnt red by the flames rushing in.Soon, sawdust was like water, leaking from top to bottom.