Qin Yuan: “???”
What's going on?
Trouble has come knocking on my door again!
It won't be another honey trap——
Will you use yourself in exchange for me coming out to handle state affairs?
Just a little bit of beauty, and you want me to work myself to death for the rest of my life?
No way, this is absolutely impossible!
No way!
I, Qin, do not need to be a slave!
Thinking of this.
Qin Yuan decisively refused: "I don't like it."
Murong Yanran didn't care when she heard that. Instead, she moved closer, nudged her proud Xue Zi, and squinted her watery almond eyes.
She murmured softly, panting and sighing, as if she found it incredible:
"You...you really don't like it?"
Qin Yuan took a quick glance, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and replied calmly: "Uh... I really don't like it!"
"Well, if you don't like something, I can change it."
As she spoke, she actually leaned close to Qin Yuan's ear, her breath as sweet as orchid.
Her eyebrows are raised, her almond eyes are lively, and her bright red lips are slightly pouting, which sets off her proud figure that is soft, white and smooth. Her every frown and smile is full of charm.
Qin Yuan's little brother was shameful as expected.
But, so what!
Qin Yuan resolutely resisted the temptation of beauty and fought to the end: "I don't like it at all!"
"Is that so..."
Murong Yanran murmured to herself, complaining to herself, and seemed to be in great pain.
Suddenly my legs went weak.
It happened to fall into Qin Yuan's arms.
Murong Yanran collapsed limply in his arms, a warm, rich, sweet milk fragrance emanating from her open collar. She could vaguely see her proud snow-capped peaks, her cleavage squeezed into a shallow line, her fat overflowing under her collarbone, her arms full of soft snow-white breasts.
Murong Yanran looked at Qin Yuan with resentment, her thick, black eyelashes trembling like a fan:
"So you still like His Majesty?"
Qin Yuan tossed Murong Yanran onto the rattan chair and replied, "I don't like any of them!"
Murong Yanran clutched the corner of his clothes tightly with her small hands and sobbed, "Really?"
"Really!" Qin Yuan said lightly.
Murong Yanran's two rows of thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes closed, as if tears were about to fall.
"So you have some kind of deal with His Majesty?"
"without……"
As soon as Qin Yuan finished speaking, he suddenly staggered and took several steps back.
It turned out that Jinlian was holding a long sword and stabbed out from behind, straight into Qin Yuan's heart.
Qin Yuan stood firm, frowned and asked, "What are you crazy about?"
However, Jinlian had no intention of speaking at all.
Jinlian pointed her toes and jumped up. She made a sword gesture with her hands and pointed the long sword directly at Qin Yuan.
"Stop! Jinlian, what are you doing!"
Murong Yanran changed her previous trembling and pitiful look and shouted.
Qin Yuan had fought with Jinlian before and had seen her fight several times, so he was very familiar with her moves.
I estimate that I can defeat her within fifty moves.
However, this is too troublesome.
In order to save trouble, Qin Yuan just flashed away to avoid the sword, and then hid behind Murong Yanran, intentionally or unintentionally leading the sword to stab Murong Yanran.
Jinlian naturally couldn't hurt Murong Yanran, so she had to quickly put away her sword.
Then, he stabbed Qin Yuan with another sword.
Qin Yuan naturally hid behind Murong Yanran and moved left and right.
"Stop, Jinlian, stop now, what are you doing!"
"Nothing can happen to him!"
"Who ordered you to do that?"
"It can't be His Majesty's order. Stop it now, Jinlian!"
Murong Yanran kept shouting, and while speaking, she deliberately used her body to block Qin Yuan's sword and block Jinlian's attack.
Qin Yuan could naturally see it, and couldn't help but think in his heart that this woman was quite loyal.
In this way.
Jinlian was tied up and had no place to display her skills, so she became more and more impatient.
After only ten moves, Qin Yuan found a flaw. He put his hands on Murong Yanran's shoulders to gain leverage, and then he flew into the air and kicked the acupoint on Jinlian's wrist.
With a thud, the sword fell to the ground.
Qin Yuan hooked his toes and picked up the long sword on the ground.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed out, and Qin Yuan held a long sword against Jinlian's neck.
"We have no grudges against each other, yet you keep trying to kill me!"
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Qin Yuan said sternly with a grim expression.
Jinlian remained silent.
She was wearing a black silk dress and a veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes that were naturally charming.
But at this moment, his eyes fell on Qin Yuan, and there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes.
Murong Yanran held Qin Yuan's sword tightly with both hands, fearing that Qin Yuan would cut Jinlian's neck in anger.
Then he turned around, looked at Qin Yuan, and said repeatedly:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
"There must be some misunderstanding!"
The white palm had been cut by the sword, revealing a bit of rich red.
Then the wound became deeper and deeper, and blood gushed out.
Murong Yanran didn't even frown, her snow-white face was pale, her plump breasts rose and fell rapidly, and she begged bitterly:
"Qin Yuan, please, don't hurt her."
Qin Yuan's heart softened.
Considering that Murong Yanran had previously tried her best to protect herself and acted as her shield, she would be spared this time.
Qin Yuan released his sword and said coldly, "Third time is better than last time. If you do it again, you will bear the consequences yourself!"
Jinlian immediately tore off a piece of her sleeve to bandage Murong Yanran's wound.
Murong Yanran stared blankly at Jinlian who was bandaging her to stop the bleeding, and smiled faintly.
"Jinlian, this time, you took the initiative, didn't you?"
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