emperor of a dynasty

Yan Wuwei put Murong Yan on the bed, bent over and asked the blushing Wang, "What are you thinking?"

"Huh? Mmm, I'm, I'm thinking..." Murong Xun felt that he suddenly stuttered a bit, and for a moment he couldn't help but spat at himself hard in his heart, he didn't live up to it!They are all old wives and old women, why are they suddenly shy now!

"Huh?" Yan Wuwei leaned closer to her ear again, with a slight smile in his voice, "Why are you blushing?"

"Hot, hot..."

"Then why are you trembling?"

"Hmm... It's a little cold, yes, Gu is now a, a little cold again..."

Yan Wuwei laughed softly, making Murong Yan more and more embarrassed. She knew in her heart that this woman always liked to bully her, but she couldn't help but follow the woman's wishes. After a long time of baptism, she became affectionate like water, making her miss this person in her heart, wishing she could grow old with her overnight.

Seeing the woman getting closer, Murong Xun shrank back nervously, but the woman didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but reached out to take the quilt behind her, opened it for her, covered it, and smiled, "It's cold." Go under the quilt."

Murong Yan pursed his lips invisibly, "What are you going to do?"

Didn't you consciously come up to warm my bed before?

Hearing this, Yan Wuwei laughed even wider, and she whispered ambiguously, "Good boy, don't worry, I'll go wash my hands before I come back."

Murong Xun's face was blushing, "..."

Xiangguo, Gu is really not in a hurry, not in a hurry...don't misunderstand Gu.

In order to prove that he was really not in a hurry, when Yan Wuwei came back, that awkward Wang had already laid down obediently, covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and seemed to be going to sleep, if his face wasn't so red.

Yan Wuwei blew on the lamp calmly, took off his clothes, then raised the corner of the quilt with one bare hand, gently uncovered it, and then lay down leisurely beside Murong Xun, she was quite calm, Murong Xun But he couldn't stand her slow manner, and couldn't hold back, "You...why..."

Don't you know that you took the initiative to hold me in your arms to warm me up?

"Sleep." Yan Wuwei said as a matter of course.

Murong Yan choked, and paused, "I think it's still a bit cold..."

So her Xiangguo stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt up for her, and said with satisfaction, "Is it tight?"

"...It's tight." Murong Yan was a little bored, after thinking for a while, he called the person next to him, "Xiangguo."

"Ok?"

"Will you be alone?"

"it is good."

So Murong Yan said cheekily, "Then how should Xiangguo repay Gu?"

Yan Wuwei seemed to chuckle a bit, and Murong was flustered with embarrassment, and scolded herself for being unable to hold her breath. She really wanted to be calm, at least like the king in the court, a majestic and courageous king, but When facing this woman, her shrewd and capable head seemed to be rusted, unable to move, her eyes were full of this disgusting woman whom she couldn't stop liking, how could she look like a king?

.....

I don't know why, but after hearing the woman's serious words, Murong Yan suddenly laughed, "To warm the bed—why does Xiangguo's hand come to Kuangu's clothes?"

"Just now the king said it was hot."

"But Gu said it was cold again."

"So..." Yan Wuwei leaned over her body, his beautiful and flexible hands had already untied her obscene clothes, and his warm palms pressed against her waist, which made her get goosebumps all over her body, and she was nervously crying. The toes were all tense, but the woman said leisurely, "My lord, I'm warming up for the king now."

As she spoke, the woman reached out and unbuttoned her clothes. The winter was getting warmer, and after the woman's soft body was pressed against her, Murong's head suddenly became a little dizzy, and she looked at the person lying on top of her in a daze. , obviously the scene and time were different, but she still vaguely remembered what happened many years ago. At that time, the woman's stature was not as tall as hers, her personality was notoriously gentle, and she always spoke slowly. , word by word, she was very impatient to hear, she was still a princess, relying on her status, she did a lot of naughty things, and when she got older, her father threw her to the Imperial College to study, It was there that she met Yan Wuwei who was her companion.

"Why do you call it 'Wuwei'?"

"Those who rule by doing nothing and doing nothing, will Shun also be with him?"

She didn't quite understand, so she nodded her head pretendingly, then stretched out her hand to grab the other's hand, and said with sparkling eyes, "My name is... Murong, Murong." She wanted to write her name on the other's hand, but That word was too complicated, she couldn't remember how to write it after writing half of it, but the child who was half a head shorter than her knew more, reached out and completed the other half in the palm of her hand, "Hey..."

The girl's voice is soft and waxy, which makes people feel happy, unlike now, which makes people's ears burn.

"Hey..." The woman's voice was a bit deep, and the kiss fell on her earlobe with her shallow breathing, then down, and then on her neck, and then down, it fell on her neck. On her collarbone, Yan Wuwei probably likes her collarbone very much. Every time the two of them are lingering, she always lingers on it for a long time. Meng, she is already in her teens, if it is true as the old man predicted, how many years will she have left?At the beginning, she was the one who wanted to go back to the capital and take back everything that belonged to her. Yan Wuwei followed because she was worried about her. When they got married, she asked Yan Wuwei, "Jiner, what if I want to be king?"

"If you want to be the king, I will be the chancellor. Wherever you are, I will be there. If you want to guard Qin, I will share the burden for you. You and I cannot be separated."

The woman's voice was like a spring in summer, extremely pleasant, but when she made the oath, it was hoarse and solemn, which made her cry several times.

——"If I am the king, you will be appointed as the prime minister. From then on, the Qing history of Qin will leave your name and mine forever."

The promise was made too lightly, and she didn't know how many hardships she would have in the future. Every year she gets older, she can feel the passing of life even more, as if someone had set up a sand filter for her. When she didn't know it, She has already begun to count her end time.

What is it like to die?Murong Xun often thinks about this problem. It's not that she hasn't thought about it before, but she can't think about it. Now that she is really a king, and when Yan Wuwei is really pulled onto this road full of thorns and blood, she feels it. After a while, I was afraid.

If she really complied with the old man's words and left first, then what would Yan Wuwei... do?

Qin Guo, can you still tolerate her?

"What are you thinking?" When she was in a trance, the woman opened her mouth and bit her shoulder lightly. The slight pain pulled her out of the worrying mood, and she reached out and hugged the person on her body. Embracing, satisfying her so that she could not let out a sigh, maybe at night is the time to make people think about it, she is still young, her body is also in good condition, and she still has a lot of energy and time to fight against the nations and internal enemies .The sun is long, and she has enough ability to protect the woman in her arms, so she can live up to her affection of more than ten years.

"I'm thinking why Jin'er is so enthusiastic today."

"Could it be that I snubbed you and made you want to take revenge on me?" the woman said quietly, "You actually started to stay in a daze..."

The woman's accusation made Murong Yan smile a little guilty, she stretched out her hand to please him, and said softly, "Jin'er..."

Yan Wuwei sighed lightly, rolled over from her body, "Forget it, go to bed earlier."

Murong Xun was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief, "No, I won't do it...?"

Now you and I are both naked, why don't we do it?

Yan Wuwei hugged her into his arms, "Aren't you so tired that you start to freeze?"

"...Xiangguo." Murong Yan coughed lightly, then secretly reached out to touch the woman's upright buttocks, and rubbed it, "I just feel that the night is very long."

Murong Xun resolutely leaned forward and kissed the woman's lips, because both of them had removed their clothes before, but now they are both naked, as soon as she moved forward like this, their chests came into close contact, "Xiangguo really doesn't want it?"

"—Fake." Yan Wuwei rolled over in his arms, pulled the quilt over his head, and the two of them did some shameless things in the dark quilt. Unable to bear Yan Wuwei's torment, unable to breathe, he lifted off a section of the quilt tremblingly, breathing in fresh air, Yan Wuwei is in good health, and pestered her like he didn't know he was tired. He was able to cooperate, and later begged for mercy:

"Jin'er... slow down..."

"Didn't it be the same when you tossed me last time...?"

Murong Yan followed Yan Wuwei's arm up and down, and after hearing what the other person said, she rolled her eyes, "I, I...that's a reward..."

"The minister is returning the gift now."

"Hmm... Xiang, Xiangguo..." Murong Yan hooked Yan Wuwei's shoulders, and kissed Yan Wuwei's mouth with red lips, "You and I, husband and wife... are you still so polite?"

Yan Wuwei laughed, hugged Murong Yan and sat up, fearing that she would be cold, so he wrapped her in a quilt, and after keeping warm, her fingers entered Murong Yan's body without stopping, "You should be polite." Yes, my king."

"Uh...uh..."

The entanglement between the two lasted until late at night, Murong Xun fainted from sleepiness, fell asleep on Yan Wuwei's body, and fell asleep until dawn, her conscientious Xiangguo shook her awake, and said softly, " Hey, it's time to go to court."

Murong Xun turned over and almost fell off Yan Wuwei's body, "Lonely..."

"Come back to sleep after morning."

"Do not--"

Yan Wuwei sighed, and coaxed her with a good temper, but Murong Yan, who was extremely sleepy, would not listen to her. Bar."

"Well...bye, dear."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

As a result, the throne was empty in the early morning court that day, and the high-pitched voice of the court officer said, "Your Majesty is ill, and there is something to announce, and there is nothing to retreat to the court—"

The ministers were not ignorant of propriety. They knew that the new king was not in good health. At the end of winter, the cold air returned to the court. They might have caught a cold. How dare they bother the king, so they all declared that nothing happened.But it was not so easy for Yan Wuwei, because the king was ill, so she, the Prime Minister, had to handle state affairs on her behalf, so after she came down from court, she took a bunch of papers and went to Qingquan Palace. The palace people said that Murong Yan was still sleeping, Yan Wuwei nodded, not to be disturbed, the palace man found a desk and sat down, reading the booklet.

When Murong Xun woke up, the sun had already risen, and the person beside the bed was long gone, she got out of bed and got dressed, and when she left the bedroom, she saw Yan Wuwei who was sitting at the desk and looking at the booklet.

"Morning Xiangguo."

"Morning King."

Murong Xun walked over, with his hands behind his back, like a gentleman, looking at the papers that Yan Wuwei had approved, nodded and commented, "Well, Xiangguo has worked hard."

Yan Wuwei glanced at the sleepy Murong Xun, and said politely, "The king has won the award."

"Xiangguo is so capable, he should be rewarded alone."

"In this way, it's time for the minister to repay the king again."

Murong Xun: "..."

My Lord Xiangguo, I think what I said may not mean the same as what you said.

"Huh?" Yan Wuwei put down his pen, looked at Murong Xun leisurely, and asked, "Your Majesty woke up?"

"Um…"

"Go wash and eat." Yan Wuwei picked up a memorial and opened it, without reading it, and said to Murong, "I'm still busy, so I won't accompany the king."

"...Thank you Xiangguo."

After Murong Xun washed and ate the morning food, when he came to look for Yan Wuwei again, there were only a few memorials left on the desk.

"Huh... you read so fast?" Murong Yan thought to himself, should he pretend to be sick every day in order not to approve the memorial, so that Yan Wuwei can do it for him.

"It's all the forecasts of various ministries at the beginning of the new year, nothing major."

"Oh, I just said..."

"By the way—" Yan Wuwei remembered something, and said to Murong, "I forgot to tell you something yesterday."

"what?"

"Gongsun Ji, he has already set his sights on Xiangguo Mansion."