Queen Flower

Jiang Lan charmed all the officials, including her husbands of course.

When the banquet was over and the officials left reluctantly, all four men surrounded her.

The heart that Jiang Lan had just put down picked up again, and there were still four people to deal with.

Seeing Murong Xiling's gentle gaze lingering on her, Xiao Yan's peach blossom eyes flashed with a certain luster, Chu Qingcheng looked at her with a smile, her phoenix eyes were full of affection, and Yan Zhan's dark gray eyes never left her tonight. , All eyes are waiting and patience.

Everyone was eagerly looking forward to her being so beautiful tonight, and the desire in her heart spread uncontrollably.

Jiang Lan pressed her face on the table, and her fantasy disappeared in an instant.

"Bamboo."

"Aman."

"Girl."

More monks, less porridge, let her die.

Yan Zhan stood up, suddenly grabbed her in his arms, and the other three stood up with anger on their faces.

Murong Xiling's face was not gloomy, Xiao Yan put away his smile, Chu Qingcheng's white jade-like face turned blue slightly.

Yan Zhan didn't look at the other people, but said to the people in his arms: "You promised me, after defeating Fengcheng, announce me... serve the bed." He gritted his teeth, and finally said the words, the corner of his eye turned away. Seeing the strange faces of the three men, I felt a deep hatred in my heart.

"Your Majesty, you are not joking." He looked at her.

Jiang Lan nodded, that's true, this person has come to collect debts, and to a certain extent, he is indeed at a loss.

"Okay, that's it." Jiang Lan didn't dare to look at the faces of the others, buried his face in his chest, and waved to the remaining three, "later, later."

As soon as Yan Zhan heard her promise, he stopped talking, hugged her and left. The wind galloped out of the temple door, rushed all the way to his room, and even kicked open his own door, almost knocking the door down, the loud noise made the guards outside jump in shock.

He closed the door with his heels, and the hand around her waist almost cut her off.

"Don't worry, don't worry..." Up to now, Jiang Lan didn't know what to say, this was a joke for Fengcheng people. Disgraced from Huicheng to Fengcheng.

Before she could finish her words, she felt a masculine air blowing towards her face, and the soft lips were covered and pressed against the corners of her lips. The hem of the skirt was spread out, and the big, rough hands went up along the slender ankles, caressed her thighs, and lingered on the delicate skin inside.

She raised her head and backed away, but Yan Zhan followed closely. "You are beautiful tonight."

He pushed her back against the wall and lifted her body up. His big hands had already ripped off his trousers and went straight to the subject.

The savage and rough feeling of her fingers clearly came, and she couldn't help trembling.

Jiang Lan wanted to punch him to death and push him with his hand, why is this person always like this.

The clothes were torn in half from the bottom up. It turned into a red cloud and spread out, and the exposed skin was as smooth as fat, and he had already pasted it. Biting her chest, her body was hot as iron, "It's been so long, I can't help it... Give it to me."

"Yan Zhan...Ah..." Jiang Lan cried out, and he swallowed the rest of the words. He was already close to her, very close. Then wiggled his body haphazardly.

The sound was so loud that the guards outside the house looked at each other, their faces flushed, but they couldn't leave, and they were very curious.

Then I heard a low male voice in the room, "Well...it's too tight...you relax..." mixed in the deep breathing.

Then came the crisp female voice, "You... come out... ah..." There was a faint anger, but there was a hint of fascination, listening to the guards' ears, people couldn't move their legs, as if the whole body was going to be soft .

Then the voice softened, and there were faint moans of men and women, and suddenly the light came on. Through the window lattice, I saw a particularly tall and vigorous man walking in, holding a soft woman in his hands. Limbs were clinging to him, like vines wrapped around an arbor, their shadows were looming together, and finally they both collapsed on the bed and could no longer be distinguished.

The guards only felt that all the blood had rushed to their foreheads, and quickly turned around and closed their eyes. They dared not look at it anyway, and they couldn't stand it any longer.

But if they don't look, it's over if they don't say it. The blurry figures in the room and all kinds of voices pour out, and they can't stop their ears.

The lights were lit all night, and the guards were tortured all night. When the sun rose and the two came out of the house, the guards in front of them were all pale and shaky.

Yan Zhan frowned, "Why don't you ban it, you can't hold on overnight, give me special training."

The guards didn't realize that they were complaining in their hearts, it was really bad luck, it was really wrong.

The two entered the council hall, and the other three had long been waiting there.

Xiao Yan was sitting in front of the window, playing with his Hengyue knife, Chu Qingcheng was bored, with a book in his hand, he didn't know what he was reading, without turning a page for a long time, Murong Xiling leaned on the back of his chair and stared at the door in a trance.

As soon as they saw Jiang Lan appearing, the three immediately raised their eyes and stared at her.

Xiao Yan put the knife back on his back, and said indifferently, "It's finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Chu Qingcheng smiled, and the phoenix eyes flashed with light, "It's winter, but I don't want to get up, Your Majesty, don't miss the business."

Jiang Lan glanced at the two of them. Damn, although Yan Zhan is a bad guy, are they good things themselves? snort!

It's still the master, she didn't say anything, she looked at him with a hint of joy.

Murong Xiling glanced lightly, clapped her hands, and someone brought a large bowl and placed it in front of her.

Jiang Lan suspiciously lifted the lid of the bowl, and the smell of medicine came on her face, she immediately covered her nose, "What is this?"

"Medicinal meals, Your Majesty is too hardworking, so naturally you need to replenish your body. This is your husband's duty." Murong Xiling said slowly, "Eat it while it's hot."

"Master." Jiang Lan's face was flushed, and he grabbed his arm and shook it. You have become bad. Who the **** broke you?

There was a laugh next to him, Xiao Yan turned his head away, Chu Qingcheng covered his face with the book, Yan Zhan was slightly embarrassed, and red clouds appeared on his bronzed face.

"I don't want to eat it, it's poison." Jiang Lan beckoned, "Take it for me."

The attendant took away the large bowl and replaced it with a smaller one.

Jiang Lan simply didn't dare to shoot, what else? Really trembling. Murong Xiling pulled her to sit down, put the small bowl in front of her, touched her head, and said gently, "Eat, I've boiled it all morning."

Open the lid, the aroma is overflowing, it is her favorite Baiwei porridge, all kinds of mushrooms, minced meat and shrimps and scallops, boiled in one place with fragrant rice, it is very soft.

Jiang Lan's appetite was wide open and she happily enjoyed her breakfast.

Murong Xiling said sternly at this time: "This is wartime, and the situation is special. I hope you will take good care of His Majesty's body, and you must exercise moderation in everything, and it will be a long time in Japan." His eyes softened a lot.

Jiang Lan almost choked to death on a mouthful of porridge, and managed to hold back her words.

Yan Zhan nodded and said suddenly, "Brother said yes."

This time Jiang Lan couldn't bear it any longer, and the coughing sound suddenly became earth-shattering, and the four of them hurriedly gave her relief.

Jiang Lan covered her mouth. She really felt like this day was like a novel. There were landmines on the ground, and there were skylights in the sky.