outside the house.
"Don't...it's too hard...don't kiss me——"
Yan Jiaoran could only hear something vaguely.
I couldn't help but recall the scenes with Qin Yuan.
As I was daydreaming, my body began to feel hot.
"Don't move your legs, just like that, lift them higher."
Yan Jiaoran was secretly surprised. What was going on?
It seems that this is not necessary?
My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
"Stop! Stop! Stop now—"
"Things need to... need to be taken out..." Murong Yanran suddenly called out in a panicked voice.
A moment later.
"If you have anything, come and wipe it." Qin Yuan suddenly said with a smile in his voice.
"I told you not to!" Murong Yanran's voice was filled with shyness and slight anger, and she suddenly let out a moan.
The sound of jewelry jingling in the room increased suddenly, and the breathing of both of them became rapid.
Yan Jiaoran unconsciously closed her legs, and rubbed them lightly with flushed cheeks.
"Biting again!" Qin Yuan suddenly snorted, "Why do you like biting people so much?"
"I'll bite you!" Murong Yanran responded with a gasp, her voice vicious and a hint of disgust.
Would Murong Yanran actually speak to someone like this?
Yan Jiaoran felt her face burning and her heart beating fast, she was extremely surprised.
The various noises in the room became more frequent and intense.
Do I want to go in?
Go in and catch them both in bed?
One is my best friend.
One is my favorite man.
this……
How should I face them?
That……
Not going in?
If I don't go in, I'll have to pretend to be stupid, and won't that be a huge loss for nothing?
Yan Jiaoran held her breath and thought deeply, feeling very conflicted.
"No...don't...Your Majesty, I will summon you..." Murong Yanran said in a soft voice.
At least she still has some conscience and knows that she is thinking of me.
"If she summons me, I will carry you there!" Qin Yuan said loudly without allowing any explanation.
In an instant, Yan Jiaoran's face turned red.
"I...I...I..." Murong Yanran's voice was trembling.
"Don't move!" Qin Yuan shouted.
outside the house.
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiaoran involuntarily clamped her legs together and almost fell down.
Immediately afterwards, Murong Yanran was heard to let out a strange low moan, which was extremely delicate, as if she was trying desperately to suppress it.
The room finally quieted down.
After a few breaths.
"I can't."
"I want more."
"No, no, Your Majesty is about to wake up from his afternoon nap... Let me wait outside the palace..." Murong Yanran begged.
"I want you."
"It really can't work... Let me rest for a while..." Murong Yanran said softly.
"Just take a rest."
"Just for a moment, okay?" Murong Yanran said softly, with a pleading tone of a little child.
"Not good." Qin Yuan insisted.
"Just let Yanran rest for a while..." This time it was Jinlian's voice.
"What about him?"
There was another low cry, and then the noise grew louder, quickly progressing from a gentle breeze to a torrential downpour.
The voices of Jinlian and Murong Yanran intertwined.
The gentle and delicate cries are soul-stirring.
The moans are endless and charming.
Even Yan Jiaoran, a woman, couldn't bear it.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
Can two people do something like this together?
How did they get together?
Yan Jiaoran's delicate face flushed crimson as she leaned weakly against the door, her heart feeling groggy. She clamped her legs together again, biting her lips and rubbing a certain spot that made her sore.
a long time--
Yan Jiaoran's legs suddenly went weak, she lost her balance and knocked the door open.
"ah--"
Yan Jiaoran woke up suddenly, sat up, and gasped for breath.
Her eyes were clear and there was a lovely blush on her face.
To die.
How could I have such a dream?
Yanran...
Golden Lotus...
No way, no way...
Surely not?
Definitely not!
Dreams are the opposite!
Why do I always have these messed up dreams recently?
You bastard, it’s all your fault!
Yan Jiaoran was so ashamed and angry that she wished she could execute Qin Yuan right there and then.
"Someone, change clothes!"
The words fell.
Several palace maids lowered their heads and pushed the door open.
Yan Jiaoran glanced at her, frowned, and asked, "Isn't Yanran back yet?"
"Your Majesty, Lord Murong has not returned yet..." the palace maid replied in a low voice.
Yan Jiaoran took a deep breath and pondered for a long time: "Let's change clothes."
With Jinlian here, nothing should happen, right?
What a bastard.
Don't do anything stupid!
At this time, the sky was already dim and bright, crystal dewdrops hung on the tips of grass and leaves, and a cool breeze was blowing.
…
Yan Jiaoran dressed herself in the palace maid's clothes, washed up, and had breakfast.
Murong Yanran was still nowhere to be seen, and Jinlian had not returned either.
Yan Jiaoran immediately became angry. This damn girl hasn't come back yet and is still hanging out outside.
I really learned bad things from this bastard Qin Yuan.
I have to teach her a lesson!
Yafu is gone.
After all, I am her concubine, so I have to teach her a lesson.
Let her know what a girly image is!
well--
I don’t know what happened to the Quyuan Plow.
Thinking of this.
Yan Jiaoran randomly found a palace maid and sent her to the Ministry of Works to inquire about the progress.
At this time.
A small workshop in the Ministry of Industry.
Yan Liben's eyes were bloodshot, so red it was scary.
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