Qin...Qin Yuan?!

What does Your Majesty want to see Qin Yuan for?

Don’t we already have a plan to defeat the enemy, and can we defeat the King of Qin’s rebels in half a month?

Does he want Qin Yuan to cooperate?

But what can he, a mere magistrate of Jingzhou, do?

You can't ask Qin Yuan for advice, right?

If this is true, how could Your Majesty dare to say that the rebellion can be quelled within half a month!

If Qin Yuan can't do anything, wouldn't Your Majesty be asking for trouble and losing his dignity?

Besides, does Your Majesty need to ask Qin Yuan to come to the palace openly in order to communicate with him?

Haven't the two of them been flirting with each other for a long time?

Even her personal female official was kept in the dark.

Why bother to invite him?

What if the news leaks out and makes others on guard? Wouldn't that be adding fuel to the fire?

How strange!

Why on earth should we invite Qin Yuan?

Murong Yanran stood there in a daze, her eyes full of confusion, unable to figure it out.

She found that since Qin Yuan appeared, she could no longer understand Yan Jiaoran's behavior.

There was a long silence.

Murong Yanran still asked: "Your Majesty, why do you want to go to see Master Qin?"

Yan Jiaoran looked back at her and smiled faintly, with a misty look in his eyes that seemed to hold deep meaning.

Murong Yanran was even more confused and had to swallow back all the words in her heart.

Yan Jiaoran raised her head, lifted her long skirt with one hand, stepped onto the steps gracefully, and walked into the imperial study.

Then he dismissed his attendants, closed the door, and looked around to confirm that there was no one around.

Yan Jiaoran then said with a smile: "Yanran, I won't hide it from you. In fact, just now in the court, I was bluffing."

"Well……"

Murong Yanran's eyes were wide open, as if about to jump out of their sockets, and she was completely stunned.

She never expected it.

Your Majesty actually wants to seek advice from Qin Yuan.

How dare she...

Where does she get her confidence from?

Yan Jiaoran looked at Murong Yanran with a look of shock and disbelief.

She felt a little helpless in her heart, and said with a pout:

"Yanran, why are you so surprised?"

"When I see these ministers calling a horse a zebra and confusing right and wrong, I get very annoyed and furious."

"That's why I said this on purpose to scare them."

"Don't you see how dumbfounded they all are, just standing there? How funny and satisfying!"

As she spoke, Yan Jiaoran actually started to giggle, and her laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell.

Murong Yanran was even more surprised.

Your Majesty, do you really not care at all?

Why are you so confident in Qin Yuan?

Or did she already know that Qin Yuan had a plan to defeat the enemy, so she took this opportunity to reward him and give him a promotion?

Seeing Murong Yanran still not moving, Yan Jiaoran urged, "Yanran, what are you still standing there for? Go quickly!"

"Quickly bring that dog...Qin Yuan to the palace!"

"Don't worry, he will definitely find a way."

"Even if he can't do anything, I've already made my promise. I'll put down the rebellion within half a month!"

Murong Yanran came to her senses and said hurriedly, "Yanran obeys your command."

She raised her eyes and looked at Yan Jiaoran meaningfully, bowed respectfully, and left in a hurry.

Obviously.

The truth of the matter is not as Yan Jiaoran said.

Your Majesty must have known long ago that Qin Yuan had a way.

only……

How did the two of them communicate?

From receiving the news that the rebels were at the gates of the city to summoning the ministers to court.

From beginning to end, Yan Jiaoran was under her nose and never left for a moment. She had no chance to contact Qin Yuan or even outsiders.

How did the two people communicate with each other?

Or is it that Qin Yuan is really a banished immortal who can predict the future and has calculated all these things long ago?

Looking at Murong Yanran's departing back.

Yan Jiaoran pursed her red water lily lips and smiled faintly, a glimmer of intelligence flashed in her eyes.

You bastard, I know you must have a way, right?

This time, I'll wait until you make a great contribution.

I will reward you well, promote you, and make you work for me obediently!

You bastard, you can't escape!

…

Qin Mansion.

Qin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The whole place was filled with golden needles and scattered flowing clouds, and the light on the bed was hazy. Before I knew it, it was already noon.

He gradually got used to the dazzling light that penetrated the moon-shaped bed frame. The scenes in the room gradually appeared, and other senses besides vision also gradually awakened.

Last night was really a hassle.

As soon as he saw his wife put on the semi-transparent cheongsam, his animal nature was aroused with a rustling sound.

If only I could make stockings to match my wife's beautiful legs.

Tsk tsk.

I can’t imagine it.

Ming Zhanxue was lying on the couch with her back to him, still sleeping soundly.

Qin Yuan passed his right arm through her thick, satin-like hair, letting the beauty lean on his neck and pillow his chin, while he firmly held her beautiful, palm-sized face.

Qin Yuan wrapped his left arm around her curvy body and grabbed her melon with his five fingers.

It overflows between fingers and is difficult to hold.

The petite body hides a mystery and is quite heavy.

Qin Yuan buried his nose in her sweaty thick hair, and felt a faint scent of plum blossoms, and the faint fragrance of moist skin, mixed with the smoothness of milk, the moistness of armpits, and the scent of white musk, which was obscene and seductive.

He couldn't help but close his eyes.

He twirled his thumb vaguely, the rough pad of his finger sinking like cheese...

…

Ming Zhanxue trembled slightly with a "hmm" sound, and his nasal voice was tired and delicate, as if he had woken up.

Her delicate body was weak and she was still dazed. She hurriedly grabbed it with her trembling hands and complained softly, "You... you just woke up and you want to bully me again, you big bad guy!"

Qin Yuan's heart moved, and warmth filled his chest. He couldn't help but hug her tightly, lowering his head and calling softly: "My wife, it's time to get up..."

With a "pa" sound, Ming Zhanxue lightly hit him on the arm, mixed with a little slippery sound, which sounded even more obscene.

"I want a beating!"

The sweet voice penetrated the wet hair, with a touch of laziness. One could imagine the beauty biting her plump lips lightly, with a tired and cruel look on her face.

"Don't bully me like this anymore. If you do this again, you'll never...never touch me again!"

"I am so exhausted..."

Qin Yuan smiled, feeling blessed, and hugged her and whispered, "Good wife!"

The snow-white body slowly turned around, and a pair of plump, crystal-clear, slender arms gently passed under his arms, and the little face was buried in the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly.

It overflowed from the place where their chests were pressed together, and it felt full, thick, soft and smooth, and the taste was indescribable.

A moment later.

Ming Zhanxue pressed herself against his chest and murmured, "My dear husband, you tormented me so much last night that I almost fainted. I don't know what happened afterwards..."

Um? !

Feeling dizzy?

Don’t know what happened next?

What’s going on!

Didn’t I also explain a lot about “Theory of National Destiny” to my wife?

Qin Yuan was stunned, his eyes full of confusion.