Murong Yanran moaned as she accepted it, and after kissing for a while, she opened her cherry lips, first passing the tender and smooth clove, teasing it lively in his mouth, and then seducing and luring the man's tongue into her mouth, sucking it passionately.

Qin Yuan had never seen her like this before, and he felt his whole body getting hot. One of his hands moved to her waist...

The two finally separated. Murong Yanran took a few deep breaths, put her arms around the man, hooked his head down, and continued to kiss him eagerly.

Qin Yuan could no longer control himself, and the hand that was caressing her belly suddenly moved up, slipped through her collar and stuffed it into her bra.

"ah!"

Murong Yanran suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yuan was startled.

"I...?...? What am I...?..." Murong Yanran covered her cheeks with her hands, her face flushed. "I'm dying! Why would I dream about this?"

"Dream?"

Qin Yuan felt both distressed and amused, and became more and more ecstatic. He bent down and put his forehead against hers, and said in a low voice:

"Didn't you say I can do whatever I want? Didn't you say you wouldn't rush me anymore?"

The hand tucked into her collar pulled hard and ripped off her bra.

He had made up his mind that today he would make this foolish girl wake up and take her to the sky with infinite love.

…

"Ah!" Murong Yanran cried out in panic. She quickly covered her chest and pressed it on the back of her hand which was tucked into her clothes.

Qin Yuan took the opportunity to move his fingers.

"Wait a minute... Um... Why am I having this... This kind of dream?"

Murong Yanran was muttering.

He hurriedly tried to pry the claws away with his hands, but he was so drunk that his whole body was weak and powerless, and he was no match for Qin Yuan's tyranny.

Not only did she not open her palms, but she was so tired that she was panting, and her breath came out with a faint aroma of wine, which almost made the man in front of her drunk.

At this time, the eyes were filled with golden needles and scattered flowing clouds, and the light between the bed drawers was hazy. Before I knew it, it was already early morning.

The sunlight shines on Murong Yanran's face.

It made her and the entire bed curtain colorful.

Qin Yuan stared at Murong Yanran and felt that what he saw was like a dream. He suddenly lowered his head, buried his face in the girl's breasts, and kissed the tender skin under her shirt with passionate passion.

"Um... No... I can't continue to have this dream... anymore..."

Murong Yanran's eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed red, and she gasped, "Qin Yuan, you made me have such a strange dream... It's all because of you... It's all because of you..."

"Since it's a dream, there's no need to be shy." Qin Yuan was breathing in her clothes, his hot lips moving higher and higher, and suddenly he covered her with his mask.

"Ah!" Murong Yanran's delicate body trembled slightly, the alcohol stirred up her, and her head felt dizzy again.

Qin Yuan kissed her lovingly and sucked for a while.

"Hmm... Qin Yuan..." Murong Yanran moaned softly, and hunched her shoulders in a very attractive way.

Qin Yuan's heart was burning with passion, and he immediately loosened the belt around her waist.

Murong Yanran half opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him blankly.

Qin Yuan smiled at her tenderly, opened her aqua-blue gauze skirt, and lifted up the moon-white dress underneath. He was shocked to find that a small spot on the hem was soaked. He couldn't help but feel even more passionate. He gently lifted the beautiful woman's pink buttocks and pulled her silk pants down to her knees. He leaned down again, this time putting his face close to her...

…

The night clock has not yet ended.

There are only a few sparse stars hanging in the dim sky, and the earth is still immersed in the endless darkness.

But the ministers in Jingzhou City had to crawl out of their warm beds and climb into carriages and sedan chairs.

Today is the day to go to court again.

But it is different from the previous state that made people feel painful, depressed and want to give up.

Today, all the ministers were in high spirits, with happy faces, and went to attend the grand court meeting happily.

The news that the Xiongnu was defeated and the Chanyu was killed on the spot soon spread throughout the entire Jingzhou City.

In particular, the incident in which the empress pointed her finger into the void, not only summoning wind, snow, and thunder, but also summoning a stream of fire from the horizon to smash the flag of the Xiongnu Chanyu, was packaged and processed layer by layer and was talked about and praised by the people, students, and scholars in Jingzhou.

The news that Empress Yan Jiaoran had previously achieved great success in her spiritual practice through seclusion had spread throughout the streets and alleys.

The people of the Great Zhou all bowed in submission, kowtowed, and shouted "Long live the king!"

Today in the Tai Chi Hall.

It's very lively.

Congratulations were heard everywhere:

"Hey! Master Qian, you look so good today. Were you not robbed by the young lady from the Music Bureau?"

"Oh, Old Zhao, who are you looking down on? Defeating the Xiongnu and killing their leader, Maodun, is such a great achievement. Shouldn't I celebrate by dancing for seven days and seven nights?"

"With your frail body, how can you imagine how vigorous and powerful I am?"

"Master Qian, you have absolutely no shame. You're an official appointed by the imperial court, yet you spend all day hanging around the Music Bureau, and you don't even feel embarrassed!"

"I'm doing great service to the Great Zhou and contributing to its development. What's there to be ashamed of?"

“…”

The two of them were talking and laughing, making a lot of noise.

I don't know how long they joked with each other.

Lord Qian suddenly raised his eyes to glance at the sun and whispered, "It's already this late, why hasn't His Majesty arrived yet?"

"Maybe something delayed him?" Old Zhao said softly, pinching a strand of his goatee.

Lord Qian looked around for a long time before approaching Old Zhao and lowering his voice, "Lord Murong hasn't come either."

"Uh..." Old Zhao was stunned.

This is not right.

It is perfectly normal for the empress to be absent from work.

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