Qin Yuan scolded with a stern face, his tone very impatient: "Do you usually live like this?"
Will this work?
He was arrogant, extravagant and licentious, and almost reached the stage of drinking and feasting.
Life has become like this, who still has the heart to work?
He, Qin, as a loyal and good man of the Great Zhou, must speak up for the common people of the Great Zhou and teach this tyrant female ruler a lesson!
Qin Yuan pulled his hand back, stood up, and was organizing his words to attack the female tyrant when he suddenly heard a silver bell-like chuckle. His body was pressed against a soft and tender body, and a delicate and tender voice said in his ear:
"What's wrong with you, you bastard? Are you angry?"
The black hair fluttered beside her face. Qin Yuan turned his head and saw the female emperor with her veil half-covered. Her eyes were full of charm and her long eyelashes were curled up, which seemed to be able to arouse people's souls and make her even more enchanting.
"We are talking about important things, don't try this on me." Qin Yuan wanted to pull his hand away and keep a distance from this vixen.
No wonder Yan Jiaoran hugged her arms and refused to let go, saying coquettishly:
"You bastard, are you angry?"
"I'm not the kind of person who only seeks pleasure!"
"We've known each other for so long, and you've never seen me so extravagant!"
Qin Yuan's expression lightened slightly, and he asked in a muffled voice, "So what are you doing?"
"I prepared it for you, you bastard—"
Yan Jiaoran said with a smile, a pair of plump and proud breasts were sticking through her clothes, lightly touching his arm.
To be reluctant yet willing, to ask but not be able to get, can sometimes be far more lethal than throwing yourself into someone's arms.
This talent...
It's really a waste of talent for a stupid woman to be the emperor.
But having said that.
Prepared for him?
Get ready for a hammer!
This kind of soft knife kills without leaving any blood, but it is most likely to take someone's life, and he is not worthy of it.
Qin Yuan couldn't help but think of his unlucky roommate in his previous life.
He inherited the efforts of his grandparents and parents, and got a sinecure in an office, where he just sat there and waited for death.
I don’t smoke, drink, or go clubbing. I don’t have any bad habits, and I’m not short of money. I just like playing games.
Then, one day, a matter of some importance fell into his hands...
Qin Yuan clearly remembered that he drank and cried with tears and snot:
“It’s just an ordinary little project.”
"These people are fighting for their lives."
"Giving him money and gifts, antiques and calligraphy, hiring tutors for him, and helping him swipe orders—all sorts of methods are endless."
"The most vicious method is to find a girl with a sweet voice and good skills. From big games like PUBG to small single-player games, she is proficient in them all."
"I play games with him every day, providing him with nanny-level care. No matter what game it is, I can feed him the food. He has so much fun playing. I have never felt so comfortable playing games in my life."
"He knew he was making a mistake, and it was fatal, but he really couldn't help it!"
"Furthermore, the other party didn't ask for anything, just played games with him, making him happy and nervous..."
There is such a classic negative teaching.
Qin Yuan would not let this stupid woman's evil plan succeed.
As the saying goes, the land of gentleness is the home of heroes.
Human desires are endless.
He can't afford such a soft knife and must nip it in the bud.
Thinking of this.
Qin Yuan's face darkened as he pushed Yan Jiaoran away and said through gritted teeth, "Stupid woman, don't try this on me!"
Don't use this set of wine and women, drunkenness and dreams to corrupt Qin Yuan, a good man and ambitious young man of the Great Zhou!
"What's wrong?" Yan Jiaoran fell on the soft couch, her peach blossom eyes slightly red, and said aggrievedly.
"If you don't like it, then you don't like it!"
"Why do you have to do this..."
"Ever since we came back from Mount Tai, you've been missing, you bastard. I can't see you all day long, and I have to send someone to invite you. How easy is it for me?"
"My heart is filled with suffering, my heart is filled with pain..."
Although he knew that the stupid woman was deliberately teasing him, the woman in front of him, with her eyebrows furrowed and her beautiful eyes tearful, looked so pitiful and delicate that Qin Yuan's heart was still moved.
Especially that beautiful and flawless face, which was more exquisite than the most perfect jewelry he had ever seen. Qin Yuan had no doubt that even if her entire face was covered, leaving only that small and delicate chin exposed, she would still be so beautiful that it would captivate everyone.
This coquettish look of shyness and endurance is so captivating that it makes people unable to help but feel a strong desire to conquer her.
In this fight, every move was aimed at Qin's vital points.
But Qin Shimei just fell for it.
Qin Yuan hugged Yan Jiaoran, pressed her down on the bed, and yelled, "Hey!"
"You are a tyrant. You don't think about governing the country every day. You just indulge in male pleasures and can't extricate yourself."
"Today, I must teach you a lesson!"
"No... I... I am the emperor..." Yan Jiaoran half-heartedly gave in and tried her best to resist.
As they pulled, Yan Jiaoran's clothes loosened, revealing a touch of fair skin under her neck. The orchid-like fragrance, carrying the girl's body temperature, emanated from her clothes, drifting into her nose, making people's hearts flutter and unable to extricate themselves.
At this moment, Yan Jiaoran's cheeks flushed with shame, and turned red just right.
That jade-like face, so exquisite that people dared not touch it, seemed to be stained with a touch of bright color, and in an instant it became vivid and radiant.
Qin Yuan's breathing suddenly became heavy. He lowered his head and buried his face in Yan Jiaoran's belly. He took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and bit her belt, tearing it open with his teeth.
"No... I... I am the Son of Heaven..."
"You...you can't...do this..."
Yan Jiaoran's cheeks flushed red as she resisted powerlessly, allowing him to tear open her dress and pull down her panties.
Qin Yuan said fiercely, "You tyrant! Do you know your mistake?"
Yan Jiaoran bit her lip, tightly clasped her legs together, and said timidly, "I... I know I was wrong."
Qin Yuan's eyes rolled around, and he immediately stood up slowly with a cold face.
"Since Your Majesty knows you are wrong, then accept the punishment."
"Be...be punished?" Yan Jiaoran heard that his loud tone was not right, and said hesitantly.
"Kneel down!" Qin Yuan suddenly shouted.
Yan Jiaoran was startled and stood there in astonishment.
"Are you going to kneel or not?" Qin Yuan asked in a deep voice. His voice was not loud, but his power was intimidating.
Yan Jiaoran's eyes flickered, revealing immense shame, indignation and anger.
Qin Yuan said with deep sorrow, his eyes slowly sweeping across Yan Jiaoran's face. He said coldly, "Why? Do you look down on this Eight Treasures Purple Gold Mace bestowed by the late emperor?"
"This whip will strike the tyrant emperor above and the slanderous ministers below!"
The empress glanced at the imperial mace at Qin Yuan's waist, her pretty face flushed, her body trembled, her knees bent, and she finally knelt on the couch.
"You tyrant king, you are so bold!" Qin Yuan shouted in a deep voice.
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