After another quarter of an hour, Qin Yuan gradually felt that something was wrong.

He, Jinlian, and Yan Jiaoran had been discussing and communicating for more than two hours.

Both girls were exhausted and had no strength left.

But he didn't feel tired at all. He was still impulsive and excited, just like when he first saw these two beauties, full of impulsive desires.

He tried to mobilize his internal energy and entered a mysterious state of inner vision. The meridians running throughout his body were functioning normally, and the cyclone under his body was still spinning tirelessly, alternating between yin and yang, continuously refining the miscellaneous energy.

The only abnormal thing is: after such a long time, I still don’t have any impulse, and I still don’t feel anything. Instead, I have an inexplicable sense of stagnation.

Could it be that he has gone astray?

No way?

As Qin Yuan was hesitating, he suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?"

Yan Jiaoran's bones and muscles were already weak, and her eyes were blurred. When she heard the voice, she forced herself to open her eyes, but she frowned and was horrified!

Yan...Yanran?

Wasn't she imprisoned by this bastard in her dream?

Why is she here?

This dream is getting weirder and weirder!

Jinlian also stuck out her tongue and looked helplessly at the girl with beautiful and lively eyes.

It's a mistake...

Murong Yanran smiled and said, "Well, great loyal minister Qin, how dare you sleep in His Majesty's bed?"

"There's a funny smell in this room."

Yan Jiaoran was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly pulled her clothes over to cover her breasts.

"Jin...Jinlian? Why are you here too?"

Murong Yanran walked to the bed and said in a trembling voice.

When did Qin Yuan sleep with Jinlian behind her back?

When exactly is it?

I've been watching him closely enough!

How is that possible?

When will it be possible?

Qin Yuan understood the surprise in Murong Yanran's eyes, and immediately hugged Jinlian, saying with a smile: "Little Murong, you are here too?"

Murong Yanran glared at Qin Yuan angrily, pretending to know nothing, and supported the dazed Yan Jiaoran towards the main hall.

"This... isn't this a dream?" Yan Jiaoran murmured.

How could this not be a dream?

How could this not be a dream?

When she thought of the madness of last night and the scene of her and Jinlian intertwining with each other, she felt it was extremely absurd and licentious.

Am I such a dissolute and incompetent ruler?

No, impossible!

It’s all this bastard’s fault!

It's all his fault!

How could this not be a dream?

How can I face people?

The more Yan Jiaoran thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more ashamed and angry she felt.

Her hands and feet were sore, so she washed herself and put on her clothes with the help of Murong Yanran.

Yan Jiaoran's brows were tightly furrowed, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Murong Yanran supported her chin with one hand, looked at her with a smile, and said with a long smile: "Your Majesty, you are so beautiful."

"No wonder Qin Yuan says this, he still can't leave His Majesty."

Yan Jiaoran blushed, and after a while she whispered shyly, "Yanran, what are you talking about!"

"Also, how dare you say that about me!"

"You're even worse than me!!!"

"The pot calling the kettle black!"

Murong Yanran ignored Yan Jiaoran and instead said "Huh".

He moved a little closer and looked carefully at Yan Jiaoran's beautiful face.

"What...what happened?" Yan Jiaoran asked.

Although they grew up together and had played pranks together before, she still felt uncomfortable being stared at by Murong Yanran.

Murong Yanran stretched out her fingers to cover her eyebrows.

Yan Jiaoran was puzzled as she watched her use her fingers to cover her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips one by one.

"I understand." Murong Yanran showed a sly smile.

"Your Majesty, this is a natural charm. Your eyebrows and eyes look like they were painted."

"If it were Yanran, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself either."

"You're asking for a beating, you just keep talking nonsense!" Yan Jiaoran scolded, putting her hands on her waist.

Murong Yanran suddenly smiled, and her smile was as bright and beautiful as a blooming flower.

"Your Majesty, the situation is very good now. Please don't lose everything again."

Yan Jiaoran puffed out her proud chest and snorted, "Why are you panicking?"

"With this dog man around, I'm not afraid!"

“The hardest time is over!”

"From now on, I will do whatever this bastard says, and there will absolutely be no problems!"

As she spoke, Yan Jiaoran covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled again, her eyes and eyebrows couldn't hide her peach blossom-like charm.

With Murong Yanran's trouble.

Yan Jiaoran felt a lot more relaxed.

If it is a blessing, there will be no disaster; if it is a disaster, there will be no escape.

Everything is destined by fate, let that bastard go.

However, you can't pamper this bastard too much, otherwise his tail will get too high!

I'll settle the score with this bastard tomorrow!

How dare you set up a trap to deceive me!

That’s too much!

You bastard, just wait for me!

Outside the palace.

Everyone had woken up and was busy everywhere, but the palace servants were ordered to keep silent so as not to disturb the emperor's sleep, so the palace was still quiet, as silent as midnight.

…

One quarter of Yin time.

It's already three o'clock in the morning.

Yan Jiaoran had finished bathing with Murong Yanran's help and changed into formal clothes.

From now on, everything will be different!

The world had never appeared so clearly before her eyes.

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