"But Your Majesty only has Lord Yan available."

"It's better to keep your heart in your stomach."

Yan Jiaoran's bright eyes were misty, and her face was full of self-pity: "You are quite open-minded."

"It was I who boasted in front of that bastard!"

"If I can't make this curved plow, won't I be completely disgraced?"

"Don't even mention my dignity. Yanran, do you still have any dignity left?"

"Do you remember what that dog man said?"

"That's just saying that you and I are blind!"

Yanran, don't even think about staying out of this!

We both prosper together and suffer together.

snort!

By then, that bastard won’t just harm me!

Thinking of this.

Yan Jiaoran felt much more at ease.

She stretched out her pair of round and beautiful legs, and casually pulled her green embroidered shoes with bow soles and tender yellow tips, looking like a well-fed cat, relaxed and contented.

Murong Yanran understood the meaning of the words, licked her lips lightly, and there was a hint of provocation in her smile.

"He said it, so what? He has the mouth. The Ministry of Industry really doesn't have capable people and can't do it. So what can we do?"

He just wanted to play badly and had no intention of joining forces with Yan Jiaoran.

Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but frown and open her eyes wide.

"Hurrah!"

"You're already wearing the same pants as this bastard before you even get married."

"Watch the fight!"

Yan Jiaoran touched Murong Yanran's side, ready to twist it a few times to teach this swollen girl a lesson.

Murong Yanran cried out and laughed, begging for mercy: "I don't want to play anymore, I don't want to play anymore, Your Majesty, Yanran knows I'm wrong..."

Yan Jiaoran pursed her lips and smiled maliciously: "No, I must teach you a lesson, you traitor!"

"Your Majesty, please stop making trouble. We can't finish the government affairs..."

"If you can't finish it, do it tomorrow. You can't finish it every day anyway!" Yan Jiaoran said righteously.

"Your Majesty, you have to attend court tomorrow..."

"Your Majesty, Yanran is wrong, Yanran is wrong. I will help Your Majesty find a solution..."

"Your Majesty, Yanran will definitely stand with you..."

Murong Yanran kept dodging, and while playing, she even kicked off one of her royal blue embroidered shoes.

At this moment, Yan Jiaoran's entire body happened to be pressing on Murong Yanran.

Murong Yanran couldn't help but recall the scene of last night and smiled sweetly.

"What are you laughing at!" Yan Jiaoran got up and let Murong Yanran go.

Murong Yanran smiled and said, "Your Majesty seems to have not played with Yanran like this for many years."

"You—"

Yan Jiaoran recalled the scenes of her childhood and smiled sweetly.

Murong Yanran pursed her red lips and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Well, Your Majesty, it's time to get busy. You have to go to court tomorrow, and you can't let those ministers look down on you!"

Yan Jiaoran straightened her clothes and said, "Okay, I'll let you go for now!"

"If you do it again next time, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Yan Jiaoran smiled, her smile was sweet and innocent, and even her tone was sweet and sticky, like sugar paste that could not be melted.