The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

Two hours ago, early in the morning.

Murong Anran stood in the center of the hall in a red robe.

The empress just got up, and Xu Xicong waited on her to dress. Qin Yan was facing the jade screen. A tall figure was vaguely outlined by the transparent cicada-winged gold gauze, and her face was invisible. The shadows of her facial features were deep and graceful. Not surprisingly, she was a Beauty embryo, she asked curiously: "Xicong, what is the relationship between me and this great general?"

Xu Xicong's hands were frozen, and her slender eyelashes concealed a slightly flustered expression. She was a little uneasy, and after a while, she whispered: "The relationship is normal, there is no big relationship."

"That's good. I'll choose my attitude anyway. If I'm too close, I'll be ingratiating. If I'm too far away, I'll be inhumane. After all, she protects the world." Qin Yan turned her gaze, opened her arms, and let others control her. Yudai, she said with emotion: "Taking time, you accompany me to pay homage to the queen and two concubines, the plague is coming from the sky, how can mortals bear it.

It's a pity that after I was seriously ill, I couldn't remember all the things I had with them, and I didn't know the friendship..."

"The friendship is average," Xu Xicong quickly interrupted, the person in front of her was reminded of the terrible past, she had to lie, "The empress came in by relying on her family status, and the two concubines are all for the glory and wealth, and neither of them is sincere."

Qin Yan frowned slightly, her words choked in her throat, which was very unpleasant. Since she had no memory and couldn't be said to be deeply bound, she sighed softly, "After all, a husband and wife are together. Go and have a look."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to choose a date."

Xu Xicong led someone to sit down, and ordered the palace servants to come forward to wash up the empress, she walked around the screen, her eyes lit up immediately.

Under the red makeup, Murong Anran is so beautiful, like a flaming red dress, her skin is white and translucent, her thin lips are smeared with Danko, she is charming and charming, Daishan's long eyebrows fly into her temples, and Danfeng's long eyes under her eyebrows are covered with thin layers Thin crimson color, clean eyes, cold as a spring, not too gorgeous, just right charming and romantic, chic and moving.

"Your Majesty is washing up." Xu Xicong stopped looking at him, "What's the matter with you?"

Murong Anran moved her mouth, and asked with difficulty what was in her heart: "She, really don't remember?"

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything." Xu Xicong lowered his eyes, stepped forward a few steps, and touched the pearl on the general's robe, as if warning, "I finally lost my life and forgot things, there must be no mistakes.

People in the palace are afraid of losing their heads and pulling out their tongues, so naturally they dare not reveal half of it, and the officials can only force the historian to rewrite it for the sake of the country.So, only you and me are left. "

Murong Anran tentatively asked: "What is my script, and what is the relationship between me and her?"

Xu Xicong looked into the eyes of the Great General, extremely determined and inviolable: "You and Your Majesty, there is no script! It doesn't matter!"

Heart suddenly sank, Murong Anran took a step back, exquisite and luxurious jewels dangled, which did not match with a lost dimple.

"Now, you are married," Xu Xicong followed closely, clenched his teeth, and reminded again: "Well water does not violate river water, everyone pretends not to be familiar with each other, and restarts their lives, that is the right track."

"On the right track..." Murong Anran choked with sobs, the two words seemed to draw a perfect end to the evil relationship between them, but why, my heart felt extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Xicong could still see the general's thoughts, the person in front of her was not completely ruthless to the empress, today was her great joy, at this moment, it delayed the auspicious time, caused gossip, and rushed here desperately, what else could it explain.

The window paper was pierced, the general just wanted to show his most beautiful moment to someone.

A passionate yet humble expectation.

From the beginning to the end, Xu Xicong was not jealous of the relationship between the two, and she also hated her own unfeelingness at the moment, but now, forgetting each other in the world of mortals, no longer letting memories turn into overwhelming blades, this must be done.

"It's Qiao Yulan you love, not her. Why bother to worry about it and mistake the double for true love."

"I……"

Murong Anran's mind was in a mess, she really couldn't figure out her heart and feelings.

Does she love the double in it?

Or, does she hate the counterfeit inside?

"I can't tell right from wrong. You thought she was Your Majesty, that's why she was seriously injured during the autumn hunting, but she wasn't at all. Because of your recklessness and rudeness, you almost lost your life. You saved her life in the fire, so that's it." Come, it’s because we don’t owe each other. Why bother to create more stories and hurt each other.”

"I never thought of hurting her," Murong Anran said with tears in her eyes, her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she was almost inaudible: "I just... just want to come to thank you, and thank Your Majesty for... allowing me... to get married."

Hearing what she wanted to hear, Xu Xicong felt relieved, took a step back, calmed down, and made a little concession, she said lightly: "Your Majesty still needs to go to court, you have to make a long story short, you can't bring up a little bit of the past, if you let His Majesty If you remember anything, I will definitely not let you see her in the future."

Murong Anran lowered her gaze slowly, and replied 'OK' in a low voice, insincerely.

……

"Murong...Anran?" Qin Yan sat on the top chair with great interest and looked down.

"The minister is here."

Murong Anran is used to kneeling on one knee like a man, and forgot that today she is wearing her daughter's wedding dress, she should be lying sideways to enjoy the blessing, such a nondescript posture is quite embarrassing.

Qin Yan didn't hear much about the general's rumors, but every word was shocking. She had long been curious about this character, and it happened that she was just recovering from a serious illness, and the time came.

With piercing eyes, she said gently: "I have lost my memory, and I have forgotten all about your appearance. You raise your head and let me see."

Murong Anran slowly raised her face.

The four eyes meet together, and the eyes merge into one place.

Qin Yan was shocked, her heart was beating wildly for no reason.

To put it bluntly, the general grows according to his favorite appearance!

There is an air of restraint in the glamorousness, and there is some softness in the handsomeness. Qin Yan is very shameless and fantasizing.

Unable to hide the shy smile, Qin Yan blushed, and turned her eyes away without ambition, not daring to look at each other any longer.

Murong Anran couldn't help feeling emotional when she saw the other party's coveted eyes and the corners of her mouth shyly smiling.

This person, losing his memory, doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

At least, she smiled, without any burden.

"You...who are you going to marry?"

"Your Majesty bestowed a marriage on you, and became acquainted with the school lieutenant Ji Jinrong."

"Ji Jinrong..." Qin Yan read the name, unwilling to take a peek out of the corner of her eye, she had too many things to say, and she didn't know where to start. If she really wanted to say it, it would be shameless.

After struggling for a while, she stammered and said, "He is a blessed person who can... be favored by the great general."

"The person I favor is not him, but the words of the matchmaker at the order of my parents."

Qin Yan was taken aback, and immediately turned her face away. Hastily and timidly, she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask. She held the handle of the chair, rubbed it back and forth, and held it back for a long time, trying to get a 'flat body'.

As Murong approached Anran, the dry and cold breath of green cypress and pine needles radiated from the inside out. If there was a faint fragrance that seemed to be there, it made Qin Yan smoke into a fog, and ran away from home rationally and resolutely, leaving her feeling deeper and deeper.

In other words, there are many people in history who are loved by gods and kings, and they are clearly shameless. No one dares to criticize, right?

The invisible power enveloped the empress, Qin Yan didn't dare to raise her head, she was afraid that the dirty thoughts in her heart would be completely seen.

"Then... as a great general, you stand upright, why...you listen to others."

Having said that, Qin Yan felt that it was too outrageous, and her own ambition was a bit obvious.

An inexplicable feeling, she always felt that the way Murong Anran looked at her was not normal, it was hot and cold, unfeeling and affectionate to the end, it was really a deer-like gaze.

Murong Anran stared at the face beside her waist, and said in a deep voice, "If Your Majesty likes someone, will you cut off the marriage in court?"

Qin Yan was caught off guard and froze for a moment.

What do these words mean, are they implying that they should do something?

Or, just to describe it...

But in this situation, don't you just refer to yourself and her?

The blush on her cheeks became even more intense, and Qin Yan was almost ashamed. She didn't speak, and her face betrayed herself.

Xu Shi's inner joy broke the bottom line of face and morality, Qin Yan swallowed her saliva, and responded in a mosquito-like voice: "Yes."

Murong Anran's heart warmed, she would not lose to Feng Yan after all, on the wedding day, the emperor came in person and cut off the marriage, it was shameless and exciting.

Staring at the general's belt, the spring|tide surged in her body, her legs were already weak, and she was full of anticipation in the excitement. Qin Yan boldly asked: "Who do you like...?"

"What I like is..."

Murong Anran stopped speaking abruptly, and poured a basin of cold water over her head. She felt the coldness and sobriety she had never felt before, and her flirtatious thoughts disappeared in an instant.

Who do you like?

Is it Qiao Yulan, or Qin Yan?

Is it real or fake!

She dedicated ten years of green onions to the frontier, only for one Qiao Yulan.

The relationship between them may not be pure enough, but they are more passionate, shed blood and sacrificed for love tacitly, and used and played with them knowingly, but neither of them regretted it. Peaceful and free from the spring|tide, it is appropriate to come and go, and it is appropriate to rush|in and out.

They have done all the teasing | teasing and oiling between lovers, and they are happier | happy and happy than any pair of mandarin ducks.

She and Qiao Yulan are the most suitable lovers.

But what about her and Qin Yan?

Facing the tender and affectionate fake emperor, I dedicated all my love and affection, without any reservations, and no longer gossip around, pure and sincere, without any cares about gains and losses.

In front of this impostor, she obtained permission to control every inch of her skin indulgently, control every nerve of pleasure, "plunder" and "trample" wantonly, feeling unprecedented self-esteem and doing whatever she wants.

The most touching love story in the world is nothing more than the four words in the red | tide - whatever you ask for. ①

"An Ran, get what you ask for! Get what you ask for!"

This counterfeit knows his own feelings best!

Murong Anran became annoyed, she hated herself, hated herself so much!

Knowing that Qin Yan is not Qiao Yulan, she is still tempted.

Knowing that Qiao Yulan disappeared into the sea of ​​people, she still didn't forget it.

Love and not love, isn't it a matter of clear distinction and clear at a glance?

Why is it so hard to make a choice, why is it so hard to extricate yourself?

She's stupid, she's stuck, and she doesn't even know how to choose multiple-choice questions!

Trying hard to hold back the tears, resisting the burst of tears, Murong Anran smiled, she kept stepping back, shaking her head and said: "I don't know, whether I love you or her... Or, I love you because of her." because of you, I miss her deeply."

Qin Yan was surprised, and sat there, motionless.

……

Murong Anran stood in the center of the wedding hall, recalling the scene two hours ago.

During the period of waiting for Ji Jinrong, someone did not show up, and the illusion will eventually be shattered.

She is also more than half relieved.

You can't pretend that nothing happened, seduce Qin Yan, and then sleep with her... That's an insult to Qiao Yulan, and it's also a cruel burial of deep-seated affection from the past.

If you can't do it, no matter how shameless you are, you can't do it.

Everything is God's will, she doesn't want to struggle anymore, doesn't want to crush herself and Qin Yan anymore.

They want to be clean, to move forward without any worries.

"safely!"

At this time, Ji Jinrong rushed in sweating profusely. He grabbed the bride's hand and was so excited that he could hardly speak.

Murong Anran put on her red hijab and pulled away from the illusion. She nodded slowly at the person, acquiescing to this unexpected union.

If there are too many words, Ji Jinrong wants to stay in the bridal chamber, he can't wait for a moment, or he is afraid of long nights and dreams, so he immediately gestures to Xi Po.

Xi Po smiled and shouted: "Bow to heaven and earth!"

Trembling, Ji Jinrong led Murong Anran to bow down.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

Ji Jinrong trembled even more violently, visibly trembling with the naked eye, but Murong Anran held his hand tightly, comforting him gently.

"Bye husband and wife!"

Ji Jinrong was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, tears were spinning wildly in the frame, Murong Anran felt it, and she comforted softly: "Don't cry, shame on you."

Pearl-like tears filled his eyes one by one, Ji Jinrong hummed in a nasal voice, then clutched Qianhong, and wanted to kneel down.

Coincidentally, at this very moment, someone outside the door first laughed, and then shouted loudly: "Stop!"

Murong Anran suddenly felt thunder, his voice was like a leech, gnawing flesh and sucking marrow, what was familiar could no longer be familiar.

However, it is impossible...

It can't be her, absolutely impossible!

The general lifted off the red hijab and followed the prestige in horror.

Outside the door, a mighty group of people, all wearing shining knives, bowed their heads like the stars, followed behind one person.

Qiao Jiuyou was dressed in the same wedding gown as Ji Jinrong, and she stood with her hands behind her back. She smiled and said, "Anran, it's such a big deal to get married, why didn't you know me~"

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① Explanation: Plunder from me.