5:15 AM.

Chen Wujiu, dressed in a solemn robe, walked to the steps with great confidence.

Thanks to my junior brother.

He is about to reach the highest position in the country and have the opportunity to show his talents and realize his ambitions.

If it weren't for Qin Yuan, he probably wouldn't have the chance to stand here.

The time has come!

He puffed out his chest and belly, and shouted with all his might, "All the ministers, come to the court!"

The palace maids, eunuchs, and guards in front of the hall shouted in unison, their voices like spring thunder.

The princes entered the hall in their robes, and the sound of their footsteps could be heard on the floor.

Further behind him was Pharmacist Li, who was holding his head high, holding his sword in one hand, and walking steadily.

He had made countless military achievements and saved the Great Zhou from danger several times, so he naturally enjoyed the highest level of treatment.

Wear sword and shoes when entering the palace, and do not rush when entering the court!

The ministers following Li Yaoshi were not given the courtesy of entering the palace wearing swords and sandals, nor of bowing before the emperor. They bowed their hands, holding their tablets, and wearing only cloth socks, they trotted in a line, making a rustling sound like silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

After all the ministers entered the hall and stood still, the crisp sound of cloud boards was heard outside, followed by the sound of drums and music. A group of actors played drums and whistles, and the melodious music resounded throughout the palace.

When the ministers looked up, they saw a gauze curtain and a pearl curtain before their eyes.

Your Majesty is ill?

What disease did you get?

Has the imperial physician ever seen it?

Why did you get sick out of nowhere?

What kind of illness does it have to cause such a reaction?

They looked through the curtain and could vaguely see a figure wearing a dragon crown.

There was another figure standing next to this figure, who should be Murong Yanran who was always by his side.

Chen Wujiu's brows moved imperceptibly.

Why did he feel something was wrong?

Even though Murong Yanran had already explained it very clearly.

But he still instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Especially the way Your Majesty sits.

Seems a bit too high?

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.

There's probably something wrong here.

Looking at the dark crowd of Liang Guan outside, even through the bead curtain, Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but tense up all over, even her breathing seemed to freeze.

Murong Yanran glanced at her and said, "Keep your legs together and your back straight."

Yan Jiaoran moved her waist slightly, her body trembled, and a low cry came from her throat.

Murong Yanran said calmly, "Your Majesty, the ministers are all looking at you. Don't lose the dignity of the royal family."

Yan Jiaoran closed her eyes in despair, with only one thought left in her mind: Oh my God, what have I done?

Time goes back to a moment ago.

Murong Yanran used the excuse that the emperor was ill and could not see the wind or go out.

The location was temporarily changed to the emperor's bedroom - the Pixiang Hall.

Then, together with Jinlian, they carried Qin Yuan, who was in a life-and-death situation, to the Pixiang Front Hall and placed him on the emperor's dragon throne.

Qin Yuan's breathing stopped and his heartbeat almost stopped. The heat from half of his body that was originally burning quickly dissipated and his skin turned grayish white, except for one place.

It is obvious that he has reached his limit and urgently needs an outlet.

Yan Jiaoran's hands and feet were stiff and her head was dizzy.

Through the gauze curtain, the sound of ministers' footsteps entering the hall could be heard outside, but everyone's eyes in the room were on her.

Murong Yanran took a deep breath and said, "Sit on it and move on your own."

The deep shame, the fear of death, the sense of gratitude, the humiliation of losing one's chastity... were like a sawsaw in her mind, filling her with a drowning despair.

Finally, her mind was blank.

After putting aside all the interests, Yan Jiaoran's only thought was to let him live.

Live no matter what.

She was already very familiar with Qin Yuan's body.

This time it was a little scary.

With a hint of fear, Yan Jiaoran stiffly pulled up her gorgeous clothes, took off her underwear, revealing her white snow-white buttocks, then bent down and sat down facing the throne.

"Oh!"

Yan Jiaoran was scalded by Qin Yuan and couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Murong Yanran glanced at her sternly and stared at her fiercely.

Yan Jiaoran suppressed her shame and moved her body under the gaze of everyone.

The rustling footsteps outside stopped, the ministers had stood still, and the hall was silent.

Chen Wujiu's voice came: "Bye!"

Murong Yanran was also a little anxious at this time.

This action is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife.

Yan Jiaoran raised her jade neck, bit her lips with her jade teeth, and raised her snow-white buttocks in embarrassment and shame.

…

Outside the curtain was a sea of ​​people in black robes, including princes, royal family members, Grand Marshal, General, General of Chariots and Cavalry, Prime Minister, Chief Censor, Inspector of the Imperial Guards, Minister of Rites, Court Justice, and Grand Herald... The atmosphere was so oppressive that one dared not breathe.

Yan Jiaoran put her hands together and sat up straight in a dignified posture.

Under the gorgeous clothes, her bare legs were wrapped around Qin Yuan's calves, her jade feet were stepping on the instep of his feet, and her whole body was sitting on his waist and abdomen.

The body below her buttocks was as stiff as wood or stone. Although the surface seemed calm, underneath the skin it was half cold and half hot. The two completely different sensations made her feel as if she was being tortured naked.

What made her tremble and even fear was that the feeling came from within her own body.

The shame and pain are indescribable, as if I have reached my limit.

"bye!"

Chen Wujiu said loudly.

All the princes and ministers bowed down in unison.

At this time, Murong Yanran also left the tent and said in a serious tone, "Your Majesty is seriously ill and cannot see anyone. The congratulatory ceremony cannot be cancelled, so this is the only option left."

Then, she took the lead and shouted:

"May Your Majesty recover soon!"

All the ministers said in unison: "May Your Majesty recover soon!"

"Bow!" Chen Wujiu shouted.

The princes and ministers bowed down again.

Murong Yanran used all her strength to say, "Congratulations to the Great Zhou! Long live His Majesty!"

"Long live His Majesty!"

Yan Jiaoran straightened her back and calmly accepted the congratulations from the ministers, just as she had done before.

However, at this moment, her mind was not on the cheers and congratulations, but on the body beneath her whose life or death was uncertain.

Just touching him felt like torture, and the pain in his body was probably a hundred times more intense than what he could feel.

It was Qin Yuan who saved the Great Zhou, which was in imminent danger.

Qin Yuan also cleaned up the mess in the government that he had caused.

Now that he is in danger, what does it matter if I suffer a little?

There is no Qin Yuan.

There would be no her now.

If I hadn't met Qin Yuan, I might have become a prisoner long ago?

Yan Jiaoran closed her eyes and no longer paid attention to what was happening outside.

She endured the pain in her body and moved her body carefully in a manner that was imperceptible to others.

A violent and fiery breath penetrated her body, drilling into her lower abdomen like a fire snake, and traveled throughout her body with each breath. When it returned, the violent energy had gone, and it became warm and soft.