Where is this?

Qin Yuan was stunned.

A woman in mourning appeared before him again.

The woman knelt on the ground, revealing the outlines of her snow-white and slender legs. Even with Qin Yuan's experience, he had never seen such beautiful legs.

She kowtowed three times respectfully to the three tablets in front of the table.

Then, he picked up the long sword on the ground, slowly stood up, and rushed in front of Qin Yuan like a wisp of smoke, and suddenly stopped.

Her figure is as graceful as a crane emerging from a mountain.

As the black veil fluttered, a pair of eyes full of surprise were revealed.

He was dumbfounded and said in a trembling voice:

"master!"

"Master, you are here?"

"Well, here I come."

Qin Yuan nodded.

Only then did he realize that he was in a dilapidated ancestral hall with three tablets on the table.

The spirit tablet of Yan Jiaoran, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The spirit tablet of Murong Yanran, the female prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The spirit tablet of Master Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan: ???

What is Lian'er doing?

Maybe it was a misunderstanding.

Qin Yuan smiled, gazing at her tenderly, and chanted leisurely, "There are creeping grasses in the wild, dripping with dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear sky."

"Lian'er is extremely beautiful, pure and elegant, like a fairy from the Moon Palace. The master is reluctant to leave you."

Jinlian's lips curled up sweetly, and she threw herself into Qin Yuan's arms like a frightened deer.

His eyes became moist and he lowered his eyes.

She cried out "Wow".

"I'm here, don't cry, don't cry, Lian'er, be good."

Qin Yuan held her head, tried his best to coax her, and patted her back gently.

Jinlian cried for a while, then raised her arms and grabbed Qin Yuan's neck.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Husband..."

"Don't leave Lian'er again..."

"No, I'm not leaving."

Qin Yuan looked at her with a smile and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.

Jinlian raised her head and kissed Qin Yuan on the face, moaning softly.

“Hmm…”

"Sure enough... I can see the master again after drinking too much..."

"very nice……"

Qin Yuan was startled for a moment, but soon understood what was going on. He felt a pity and compassion in his heart. He kissed her forehead and said, "Lian'er, the master is fine. He really came."

"Um……"

"Yes...this time, my husband is very clear."

Jinlian touched Qin Yuan's hair, face, and eyebrows with her hands. She tried hard to open her eyes, but her watery pupils were still misty. Suddenly, she turned her body to the side, lowered her head to the ground, and vomited violently.

Qin Yuan hurriedly patted his back, his heart aching.

After vomiting for a long time, Jinlian turned around. This time, the alcohol was surging and she was even more drunk. She fell into the man's arms with a dizzy feeling, her delicate body as soft as wet mud.

Qin Yuan walked into the room, put her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her, looked around, and was about to stand up when Jinlian grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"Where are you going? Why are you leaving so soon?" Jinlian said coquettishly.

"I'll go pour some tea." Qin Yuan said.

"No, I don't want tea." Jinlian cried, "I only want you!"

"I'll just pour a cup of tea and come over." Qin Yuan coaxed.

"No, I want you to hold me." Jinlian raised her arms and grabbed his neck.

Qin Yuan had no choice but to sit down, lean over and hug her, and said with great distress: "You must be feeling very uncomfortable after drinking so much, right?"

"Yeah, it hurts. Hold me tight." Jinlian hugged him tightly. "When I wake up next time, you'll be gone again."

"How could it be? I am real, I am really here." Qin Yuan hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead and eyebrows like raindrops.

"Lian'er will drink a lot tonight. After seeing my husband again, I will go and avenge you." Jinlian said.

Qin Yuan's heart was broken. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips with tears in his eyes.

Jinlian moaned and accepted it, and after kissing for a while, she opened her cherry lips, first passing the tender and smooth clove, and teasing it lively in his mouth.

Then she seduced the man's tongue into her mouth and sucked it passionately.

Qin Yuan has made up his mind that tonight he must wake up the person he has been dreaming about and take her to the sky with infinite love.

"ah--"

Jinlian let out a low cry.

Qin Yuan was even more excited, and his soul was melting.

"Husband, can you tell Yanran a story?"

The golden lotus in his arms suddenly disappeared, and Murong Yanran was lying on the head of her bed, holding her jade cheeks and looking at him with a smile.

Qin Yuan calmed down and said with a wicked smile, "Once upon a time, there was a man named Ximen Yuan..."

Murong Yanran covered her ears, her beautiful face flushed red, full of shyness, and shook her head.

"No, no, it's another story like this!"

Qin Yuan stood up, pressed Murong Yanran under him, and said viciously.

"Then little Murong should do a math problem."

"If I do nine shallow and one deep, how many times can you calculate your orgasm?"

"Bad guy!" Murong Yanran's pretty face became even more dizzy, and she said shyly, "I just woke up and I'm not in a good mood..."

Qin Yuan's heart was moved again when he saw her shy look.

He pushed forward, and the beautiful figure in front of him became blurred again.

When Qin Yuan rubbed his eyes, he found himself in a magnificent palace.

"Your Majesty, the city has been broken." A palace maid knelt on the ground, trembling.

"I understand, you guys go."

Yan Jiaoran held her head with one hand and waved the other impatiently.

The palace maid retreated in panic and ran away.

Yan Jiaoran stood up, looked around blankly, and said nothing. The sadness and melancholy in her eyes were so strong that they could not be dissolved.

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