Yan Jiaoran: “…”
How could there be any man in this world who cares about such things, let alone counting the days!
He hurriedly said perfunctorily, "It's today, it's today, believe me...it's true!"
Suddenly.
Qin Yuan's hand slid across her waist, holding Yan Jiaoran in his arms, with his palms resting on Yan Jiaoran's lower abdomen.
Then, he said softly and caringly:
"Oh, this is really my negligence as a husband. I didn't even realize that my wife was suffering. My dear wife, how are you? Are you feeling better?"
"Your stomach doesn't hurt, does it? If it does, I'll make you some sugar water. Drinking it will make you feel better."
Tsk tsk tsk, this bastard is quite doting on his wife.
Yan Jiaoran felt emotional.
I can't tell whether it's sarcasm or praise.
wrong!
My innocence!
Yan Jiaoran's face flushed pink, she glared at Qin Yuan, shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, I'll be fine after a good sleep."
Said.
No matter what Qin Yuan thinks.
She shrank back and quickly escaped from Qin Yuan's arms.
Lie down again.
Pull the quilt over.
She wrapped herself tightly, then rolled back to the deepest part of her bed, staying away from Qin Yuan, for fear that Qin Yuan would touch her.
Seeing this, Qin Yuan didn't say much.
after all.
The ancients regarded menstruation as unclean.
Once it comes.
Naturally, she doesn't want her husband to touch her, and even worse, she will hide from her husband all day long.
See Yan Jiaoran do this.
He thought his wife thought the same.
But the night is long and the anger is hard to calm down.
We can't ask the fifth girl for help, right?
Qin Yuan suddenly had an idea and moved closer to Ming Zhanxue, whispering, "My lady, why don't you play the flute for me to cheer me up?"
"The night is long and the good night is short. How can I fall asleep like this? It's really a waste of such precious time! My wife, just play the flute. It will be a good opportunity for me, your husband, to feel whether you have made any progress."
Blowjob? ?
She can't!
Yan Jiaoran's face darkened. She really knew nothing about musical instruments.
"Why are you playing the flute so late at night? Don't disturb my rest!"
Yan Jiaoran made up an excuse to try to get away with it.
"My wife—"
Qin Yuan held her hand and folded his arms, coaxing her in a sweet voice: "Xue'er, don't play dumb. Your husband wants you to play this flute."
Qin Yuan's breath was as hot as flames, spraying on the side of the beautiful woman's neck.
Yan Jiaoran was a little surprised and followed Qin Yuan's gaze...
Bastard!
lecher!
I will castrate you, you dog!
You actually want me to do such a thing.
Yan Jiaoran understood what Qin Yuan meant. Her cheeks became redder and redder, and her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly.
At the same time, she struggled in his arms, blustering and yelling, "You! Bastard!"
"My lady, please—"
"No! No!" Yan Jiaoran responded fiercely, then rolled up the quilt, shrank to the corner of the bed, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
"Okay."
Qin Yuan was a little disappointed. Seeing his wife like this, he had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.
Feudal superstition kills people.
To make his wife feel better.
He simply lay down on the edge of the bed with his clothes on, staying far away, and only pulled a corner of the quilt to cover his stomach.
soon.
Qin Yuan fell asleep.
…
And the other side.
Yan Jiaoran couldn't fall asleep at all.
There was a man lying next to him.
All was silent.
Apart from the occasional chirping of insects, all she could hear in her ears was the sound of men breathing!
One sound after another.
As if getting closer...
Even though she was sure the other party wouldn't take advantage of her situation, at this moment, her whole body was tense and stiff, not daring to move. She just stood there, enduring...
I don’t know how long it took.
Sudden.
A feeling of dizziness came over me.
Yan Jiaoran's eyes blurred.
The scene suddenly changed from a small and exquisite boudoir to a majestic palace, with incense burners and cushions around it, and golden dragon and phoenix carvings, just as it looked yesterday before her practice.
"I...I'm back?"
"My innocence is preserved!"
Yan Jiaoran's face lit up with joy, and she quickly stood up and looked in the mirror.
A beautiful face came into view:
Her long hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a white jade crown. Her delicate face was as white as jade, without a single wrinkle.
Her eyebrows and eyes are extremely beautiful, her chin is slightly raised, and her red lips are tightly pursed.
Although she has a very beautiful appearance, her expression is extremely cold, as if she is keeping people at a distance.
He was wearing a light purple-gold robe without any extra ornaments. There were only two lines of thin, small characters written in ink on the white lapel: The river flows beyond the sky and earth, and the mountains appear and disappear in the void.
Snowy and plump skin.
Tall and slender.
Tall and mature!
Um!
It was definitely me.
After confirming that everything was correct, Yan Jiaoran breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called out, "Someone come here."
Crunch——
The palace gate opened, and a dashing female official walked in. "Greetings, Your Majesty. What are your orders?"
This person is none other than Murong Yanran, the head female official in Yan Jiaoran's palace.
Yan Jiaoran saw someone familiar.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
This time I'm really back.
It's stable.
This time it's settled.
But soon, she remembered Qin Yuan's insults of "dog emperor", "female tyrant", and "stupid woman", and her face suddenly turned ugly.
He immediately said, "Pass on my oral order to behead the new number one scholar, Qin Yuan, in public!"
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