The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

Murong Anran was stunned, and repeatedly confirmed that the empress invited him to be together, and then felt sick in his stomach, even if the remaining feelings were still there, he couldn't accept sharing with others.

"Debauchery! Shameless!"

Qin Yan smiled, didn't say much, and asked the servant to send Ren Shiqing to the side hall. The latter looked confused and surprised, but the sacred order must not be violated, so she had to put on her underwear and leave angrily.

The ambiguous aura was not exhausted, and the body fragrance caused by the heat still lingered, the purse was opened, and a red pill was held in the palm of the hand, and handed to the general's lips.

"what is this?"

"Aphrodisiac."

The general was displeased, and she said: "Don't use this low-level method to lure me to do things with you. The minister made it very clear that if we break up, we will break up. It's not about being inseparable. It's not clear."

"Thought it was for you to eat?" Qin Yan smiled lightly and swallowed the red pill directly.After waiting for a moment, pale fingers circled the general's belt. "

"Forgive me!" Murong Anran staggered people, and evaded again, "In terms of identity, you are the king and I am the minister. But in terms of love, there is no such thing as lowliness or nobility. I brought up the breakup on my own initiative. No matter whether you agree or not, it will be difficult for you physically and mentally." ... If it is really uncomfortable, there are many people in the palace who are willing to replace the minister."

"An Ran, I won't go hungry and choose a substitute." Qin Yan raised her face, her eyes were full of water, "Happiness without emotion is like chewing wax." Just as she was speaking, her body was already warming up, and her childish heart ran like a deer. The hot air in the red lips accompanied by panting, washed away the general's dark feelings and desires.

Qin Yan took Murong Anran's hand, touched her face, and said, seemingly drunk but not drunk: "The effect of this medicine is too fast, shortness of breath, chest tightness, and bones are soft."

The skin under his palm was scorching hot, and it was very hot.

A certain person's eyes are watery, and the stars are hooked into the human soul, and the brows at the end of the eyes are smudged with crimson. They are not as beautiful and self-sustaining as before, and the white and soft shoulders can't hang the gauze clothes. A small part of the body is exposed to the cold night, and the lips and tongue are very dry. , I swallowed more and more saliva, my throat and lungs were on fire all the way, and my breath smelled like sparks.

"Feed me water."

Murong Anran tried her best to calm her violent heartbeat and brought a cup of warm tea from the desk, walked slowly to the Empress, and stretched out her hand to pass it forward.

"I want you to feed me." The tea came to her red lips, and Qin Yan sipped it. After drinking the tea, the empress did not leave her palm, but said: "There is some water on the palm, so don't waste it."

"I don't know that Your Majesty has fallen so low..." Murong Anran put her hand around the empress's small chin, wanting to rub it but dared not.

Her heart was softened by the wet palm.

Such a beautiful woman, the anger and jealousy that had been suppressed for many days disappeared, and she was completely willing to be a minister with no hands.

"My back is sore, don't stand up and talk," the empress took some strength, and affectionately tugged on the man's sleeve, and entered into the tent.

The general was surprised and ashamed when she took the next action. She turned her head and avoided the hot scene, "Shame! It's too shameful! There is no trace of the emperor's coquettishness, and lust..."

"It's no different from a slut?" Qin Yan half-closed her eyes, "General, women who have tasted love are in great demand. You refused to help, and I took medicine. That's the only way to go."

"In that case, are you trying to tease me?"

The empress smiled slightly, her eyes were like autumn waves, and she joked, "I just want you to watch."

In the empty and quiet palace bedroom, where the tide is spreading, Murong Anran's body and mind are soaked in it, and she is so stimulated that she leans down, with her hair hanging down like a wave, staring at a flushed dimple, restraining her body and mind, and suppressing it. He asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to help you..."

Qin Yan knew that people were hard to deal with, and if she agreed with the other party, it would be hard to get rid of the hatred in her heart, so she pushed the person away with her other hand, signaling that she didn't need help.

"Your Majesty, you are torturing me."

"How dare...you are not willing, I will not force you." Qin Yan said with a smile: "I am the emperor, so I am sensible and righteous." The biggest temptation is to put aside reason and restraint, and let identity and status go away , for self-entertainment.

Murong Anran felt that her chest was crinkled tightly, and her breathing was very difficult. After ten years of fighting, she thought she could resist everything that could shake her willpower. She was firm, resolute, and never dragged her feet. There is no room for maneuver.

But the special existence of feelings is not as simple as you being unwavering and slashing your head with a knife, it is taking out your heart completely, no matter whether the other party wants it or not, you have become a walking dead, and only love will follow.

"It's really torture..." The tide of love was mobilized, and the general closed her eyes, but her ears could not be blocked, and she couldn't stop the sound of the tide, she said: "Every share, every second, is suffering gone."

"This is not torture, this is revenge, a small revenge." The empress responded.

Murong Anran plucked up the courage to open her eyes, pinched the opponent's chin tightly with five fingers, and said in a deep voice: "A small revenge? Kechen's body and mind are tormented like fire."

"I want you to see it, but not to eat it; to make your blood boil, and not to let it down. Whoever told you to bully first will unilaterally announce the breakup.

Such a beauty should belong to someone, but someone doesn't want it, so it is wasted, wasted in front of your eyes. "

……

The blood burned round after round, and Murong Anran, who was about to lose his mind, was mercilessly thrown out by the Empress.

It's cold around, blowing people awake.

The fierce horse neighed, the sound of the whip pierced the night, and the hooves of the horse raised hoarfrost on the ground.

The man on the horse was annoyed by his previous gaffe, and almost lost control.

The turmoil that cannot be obtained is like ten thousand worms biting the bones, and a little bit of accumulated desire is comparable to the big mouth of the night, swallowing people without leaving bones.

The cold wind reduced the dryness and heat by seven or eight points. Fortunately, the empress played with her and did not combine the two into one, so she could avoid regretting the incident.

In fact, even if she couldn't stand the temptation and was being teased, she couldn't devote herself wholeheartedly.

Because the sky is full of dead souls of Yuqiong.

Murong Anran entered the palace with a waist card, and the servant held the lamp and led the way ahead. Due to the last fire, more than half of the Baoqing Palace was burned down, and repairs are being expedited, "Where does Your Highness live for the time being?"

"Temporary residence in Tianhong Hall, with permission, business affairs are handled in the Imperial Study Room." The servant replied cautiously.

The general's footsteps slowed down, his eyebrows raised slightly, he thought for a moment, and finally said nothing.

The imperial study room was brightly lit. Qiao Jiuyou was sitting on the desk, holding a pen in his slender hand, and was writing something stroke by stroke. The goose-yellow gold thread dragon robe was winding on the ground, the gold crown and gold hairpin were removed, and the black hair was scattered freely, reflecting the brilliant lights. Under the cold, rare beauty is revealed.

The nurse serving at the side saw someone barging in, and immediately retreated with all the maids in a respectful manner. Murong Anran stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the person who was writing at the desk, and was in a daze for a moment. The girl with Zhu Yubi is like the empress ten years ago, with serious eyebrows and indifferent lips.

Qiao Jiuyou raised her head suddenly, her eyes were completely occupied by one person, and the imperial brush in her hand was frozen in midair.

After a while, she came back to her senses, showing a sweet smile, "You are in such a hurry, what do you need from me?"

The eyes between the adults are complicated and straightforward, and they glanced at the bed, announcing that the night will be cloudy and rainy.

When the matter came to an end, the year-long wish was about to be fulfilled, and the regent was not in a hurry. She knew the other party so well that she could tell what was on her mind with just one glance, so she lazily responded: "No hurry, just wait, wait until I finish handling the things in hand." .”

The cold wind entered the room, the figure swayed, and the mellow ink spread on the letter paper, neat and orderly without arrogance or rashness.

After waiting for a while, someone spoke in the dark, "This enthusiasm has subsided, maybe you change your mind, you don't know, how long will you have to wait."

"This isn't enthusiasm, it's all hatred." Qiao Jiuyou put down the pen, folded the letterhead, and got up calmly, disdainful of the emperor's set of rules, and walked straight to the golden basin to clean his hands repeatedly, raising eyebrows and eyes, "Your Majesty once again Tricked you?"

"Don't ask so many questions, this time I'm just using you to make a complete break with His Majesty."

"It's straightforward," Qiao Jiuyou approached in small steps, bent her waist, put her hands behind her back, sniffed her small nose against the brocade clothes, her expression gradually disappointed, and she complained a little: "I can't smell it." A little taste of lust|desire."

"Don't push yourself too hard, this heart has never belonged to you."

Murong Anran looked around, and the lingering relationship with Qiao Yulan in the past was still vivid in her mind. She lowered her eyes and said coldly: "Also... If you want to have sex, choose another place."

Qiao Jiuyou smiled, very happily.

She stood up straight with her soft body, followed the direction, and touched all kinds of exquisite ornaments with her slender hands, "That's right, the Royal Study Room is the love nest of you and His Majesty. These books and utensils have witnessed the ups and downs of lovers. These seats The beds have been subjected to the unrestrained behavior of those who steal love, and they know better than anyone the hotness and shame of the scene of the relationship between the monarch and his ministers. If you choose to betray and steal | love here, you will have a burden, and you will not be able to use it anyway."

With lotus steps, Qiao Jiuyou stopped. The bright red wedding dress in front of her was exquisite and unparalleled. She rubbed it affectionately and intently, and suddenly sighed, "An Ran, I will get married in half a month."

There was no joy in hearing this sentence, and there was no concealment of loss and helplessness.

"After you get married, no one can shake your position. I see that His Majesty has no intention of governing the country. I'm afraid you will ascend to the throne in advance." Murong Anran said.

"Do you think I'm happy?"

"Don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I have the supreme right to do whatever I want."

Qiao Jiuyou stroked the golden dragon on the robe and sneered, she laughed at Murong Anran who didn't understand her heart at all.

Whoever does not love the throne is a fool.

But it just so happened that he was an idiot.

I don't love Jiangshan, I love beautiful people.

"This cage in Kyoto is the only thing I want to break, but I can't break it. It is too strong. It clamps my spine and binds my flesh and blood. Like a marionette, it moves step by step towards everyone's expectations.

I wanted to find a place to vent, and I wanted to find a place to shout loudly, but there was no place where I could utter outrageous and outrageous words. "

Qiao Jiuyou clenched the dragon robe tightly, deforming and distorting the delicate and precious thing, perhaps touching the clothes, her voice was a little choked up, and her eyes were quite sad, "For example, Murong Anran, I like you, I love you, I want you!"

"For another example, go to tm Dragon Robe Golden Crown. I want a free wind, a free body, a lover, and roam the mountains and rivers. If you march and fight, I will serve you, mend candles, wash your hands and cook soup; Mountains and rivers, I walk with them, lead horses and backpacks, play flute and sing."

"Eating bran and swallowing vegetables, I am willing to eat, and sackcloth in the shabby house, I am also willing."

"I just want you to love me, even if it's just a small handful."

These words surprised Murong Anran, seeing the other party's weak gaze, she couldn't help asking back in a low voice: "I didn't know that what you have always valued is not the throne?"

"You don't love me," Qiao Jiuyou sighed bitterly, "So, you never asked me what I like and what kind of life I want to live."

Murong Anran sighed, and interrupted: "You are too young, I have always treated you as a child."

"This is the fundamental reason." Qiao Jiuyou took a few steps back, resting her back on the fiery wedding dress, a little discouraged, "Among the three of us, I have a disadvantage in age. You are about the same age as Your Majesty, and both have A body with high tides of emotions, and because of the similar age, your thinking ability is evenly matched, so you can burn your desires even more vigorously.

I am not inferior to Qiao Yulan in appearance, and I am comparable in talent. When it comes to scheming, Your Majesty may be short-changed. If I were born a few years earlier, I wouldn't lose so badly! "

Murong Anran became silent.

The regent looked at people affectionately, with a soft attitude when seeing people, and felt at ease. At this level, she no longer needed to coerce and seduce, but she could open her heart generously, because she saw a gleam of pity in the eyes of the other party.

Taking off the wedding dress, Qiao Jiuyou put it on slowly, and the voice in his mouth was far away like the chirping of birds in the past, lonely and helpless.

"You know, there is a long bluestone road to go to the Supreme Study Room of Baoqing Hall. I walk in the cold winter and hot summer. I am on time every day, and I never delay a minute."

"The snow in Kyoto has always been terrifying. I fell on that road countless times. When I was young, with my stubbornness, I never asked anyone to help me up. Because my generals fought on the battlefield, I couldn't be weak."

"When you are older, when you travel through the wind and snow and fall to the ground, you are far less strong than when you were a child...

I want to be supported by others, I want to be carried forward by people, and most want to be a little beast who does nothing but pleases favors under someone's cloak. "

"Sometimes, when wars come from afar, I will stand still for a while, look up at the sky, and see the birds soaring high, and I am very envious. Its wings can sweep thousands of mountains and rivers, and go to the place where the heart is.

I imitated the appearance of a bird and raised my arms. However, the heavy and gorgeous dragon robe was too heavy to lift my hands, let alone a body wrapped in golden threads from the inside to the outside. "

"Yes, I can't go anywhere."

"If you stand a little longer and think a little more, the palace people behind you will step forward and urge you carefully.

At that time, I always warned myself not to indulge in thoughts, His Majesty's pearls and jades are in front, and I am definitely not in the back. When I triumphantly, I will definitely make your eyes shine. "

Although there are bold words to support her face, Murong Anran has never felt that Qiao Jiuyou is so fragile.

Thinking about it, regardless of mature thoughts, the regent is still a young girl under the age of twenty.

The lights elongated the figure, and the next empress raised her childish face, forcing back all the crystals in her eyes. Her wet eyes looked at the prosperity on the top, and for the first time, she revealed a little paleness, "I never thought, the young heart Arrogant and arrogant, thinking that what he wants to win is sure, but the result is a bad fall, which is ugly."

"It wasn't until now that I realized that when I first fell in love when I was young, I fell into the deepest and coldest abyss in Kyoto, and there was no way out."

The upper body of the wedding dress was fiery red, and her long hair hung down like a waterfall in the cold hall. Qiao Jiuyou turned around and showed the wedding dress on her body. She asked sadly, "Does it look good?"

"……nice."

"It's against my will," Qiao Jiuyou folded his arms around his chest, rubbing his arms desperately as if he was cold, and couldn't help but sigh, "The outside is bright and beautiful, but inside, it hurts from falling...everywhere hurts."

Murong Anran's loose hand was gradually clenched, the intricate emotions had to be untied, and she, the instigator, had to break the thread behind her, her eyes met hers, and she no longer avoided it.

Qiao Jiuyou finally saw a glimmer of light, which was what she longed for after being lost in the darkness for several years. She made the last plea, and walked up to the people with tears in her eyes, crying: "An Ran, you have pity on me, you love me so much. Hurt me."

The words are sad like autumn, and I have a heart-to-heart statement.

Murong Anran let go of all her strength, looked relieved, looked into the person's eyes, and sighed: "Without getting angry or acting up, I voluntarily have a good time with you."

The miserable expression gradually faded, and Qiao Jiuyou asked in disbelief, "Really?"

"really."

Recalling the sufferings of the past, the regent didn't need to cry. When he heard the word 'seriously', tears rushed down, without reservation.

The corners of his mouth kept twitching, his nose was sore and heavy, he should have burst into tears, pouring out all the grievances he had suffered over the years, but when he was filled with emotion, there was only silent tears, endless.

Murong Anran couldn't see it, she silently pulled out the white handkerchief from her cuff, and handed it over.

Taking the veil and wiping away the tears all over her face, Qiao Jiuyou quickly regained her previous posture, raised her chin, and said tenderly, "Since you promised, you will definitely do it, so let's change the time."

"When?"

"I will get married in half a month." Qiao Jiuyou smiled softly, and said coquettishly, "On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, I want you to tear off my dragon robe personally."

"it is good."

……

The moonlight is indifferent, and the mist is flowing away wantonly. It should be a beautiful scene on a good day.

Unfortunately, a figure has been standing outside the window for a long time.

Bai Li Anan stood outside the window, listening to the premeditated struggle inside the window, quietly touched his ear that was cut off in half by Qiao Jiuyou, and muttered, "Oh? Really?"