After Yan Jiaoran returned to the palace, she did not dare to delay and invited Li Yaoshi into the palace at night.
He was given instructions in person and asked to make a defense map of the surrounding borders.
"Your Majesty, is this news true?"
Pharmacist Li frowned, his expression heavy.
If the Huns really launch a large-scale invasion, the current Zhou Dynasty will probably have a hard time resisting.
What's more, there is a senior official on the other side who has defected to the enemy and is familiar with the situation in the Great Zhou.
It is winter now, and it is only three months away from spring. It is difficult to make large-scale adjustments and rotations!
If the Huns really came out in full force and launched a massive attack, it would be difficult to defend against them given our borders of nearly a thousand miles!
"This is what Qin Yuan said, he must be right." Yan Jiaoran said affirmatively.
"Since that's what Lord Qin said, then it can't be wrong!" Pharmacist Li took a deep breath and said, "I'll go back and study it right away. I'll be able to report back to Your Majesty in three days at the latest."
Yan Jiaoran nodded and said calmly, "It's late, Li Qingjia should go back and rest early."
"I obey your command." Pharmacist Li retreated in a hurry.
Yan Jiaoran stood up and looked at the dark night sky outside the window. She saw a full moon embedded in the sky like a jade plate.
The weather is nice, which is a good sign. Nothing should go wrong.
Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but feel a lot more at ease.
Lying on the bed, I fell into a peaceful dream.
…
Imperial Palace.
The country is peaceful and prosperous with singing and dancing.
Accompanied by melodious music, several dancers danced gracefully and charmingly at the banquet.
Qin Yuan sat in the main seat, staring at the singing and dancing with lustful eyes.
Yan Jiaoran sat beside him.
She was wearing an extremely luxurious purple mink fur coat, with the fluffy hood turned back over her shoulders, revealing her slender, jade-like neck.
The cloud-like high bun was filled with phoenix hairpins, jade hairpins, flower ornaments, cloud combs, and golden hairpins...
Yan Jiaoran's hair was covered with pearls and jade, shining with precious light, but there was not a trace of vulgarity in it.
It was really because her face was so beautiful and her eyebrows were so picturesque that they only made her look so stunning and radiant.
Qin Yuan was concentrating on watching the singing and dancing, not noticing that the jealous person next to him was already getting jealous.
"My eyes are about to fall out." Yan Jiaoran said sourly, "All of you get out!"
The dancers heard the order and ran away in a hurry.
Qin Yuan sighed with regret, "What a wonderful song and dance, why did it stop?"
Yan Jiaoran stood up and unbuttoned the jade button under her neck, then took off her brocade dress, revealing the thin silk undershirt underneath.
"My dear, what's so good about these servants' dancing? I have something better..."
Qin Yuan only felt a strong fragrance coming from his nose.
Yan Jiaoran's towering breasts filled up the moon-white thin silk, as if they were about to tear the clothes apart. One could imagine how white and big the breasts inside were, how stunning they were.
She is tall and plump, with big breasts and long legs.
Especially those legs, straight and slender, revealing the curves of the round buttocks.
Plus that slender waist that can be held in one hand.
The whole body looks like it was sculpted by the player himself, graceful as jade, with curves in every shape.
"Husband, please watch carefully..."
Inside the main hall.
On the carpet interwoven with gold and red, Yan Jiaoran was dressed in a feathered dress, a long shawl, and a step-shaking crown on her head, like a fairy in a painting, flying under the moon.
She has a light figure and graceful steps. She dances gracefully to the music. Her dance is elegant and magnificent, full of the prosperous atmosphere of a prosperous age.
Qin Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
I didn't expect this stupid woman to be so talented.
Between the rainbow dress and the shawl, a piece of skin as white as snow is revealed.
For a moment, accompanied by singing and dancing, Qin Yuan's eyes were filled with the beauty of snow-white skin, bright skin, and surging waves...
Yan Jiaoran caught a glimpse of Qin Yuan's naked gaze, and felt extremely proud, dancing even more wildly.
Suddenly, a cold wind rushed into the hall, and Yan Jiaoran leaped up, her skirt fluttering, and her two slender legs stretched out from under the skirt, spread out like a jade fan, and flashed lightly in the air.
As the feathered clothes fluttered, Qin Yuan had a full view of the two white, beautiful and round thighs.
When the song ended, Yan Jiaoran's perfect figure was fully displayed.
"Husband, how is it?"
Yan Jiaoran accidentally fell into Qin Yuan's arms.
Full of affection.
About to come out.
Yan Jiaoran raised her chin slightly, pouted her red water lily lips, and continued to move towards Qin Yuan from bottom to top.
Just as she was about to touch Qin Yuan's lips.
A gentle voice came from behind them, and the two people who had their atmosphere interrupted turned around at the same time.
A beautiful girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows stood there. Her delicate face flushed, and she mustered up the courage to say, "Husband... I... I want to dance too!"
But it was Murong Yanran.
Murong Yanran felt the gazes of the two men, and her face became more and more red with embarrassment, but she still mustered up her courage and walked to the center of the hall.
"Little Murong, can you dance too? Don't force yourself."
Murong Yanran blushed upon hearing this, but her beautiful eyes lit up.
"Husband, just watch—" Murong Yanran began to compete for favor.
There seemed to be fire burning in Yan Jiaoran's eyes.
Murong Yanran was dressed in white, as bright as the moon.
She put her sleeves together in front of her, walked slowly into the hall, stood still gracefully, and her long white sleeves slightly parted, revealing her beautiful face. Then she raised her slender hand, and her sleeves rose like white silk, almost touching the palace lanterns in the hall.
Murong Yanran's long sleeves were more than ten feet long and soft in texture. At this moment, both sleeves were extended, circling and dancing in the air, like flowing wind and snow, changing endlessly.
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