Hmm~ Slip of the tongue, it’s not me... Don’t think of it, I’m just talking about a good friend. Since then, my good friend has been obsessed with the hero,

I don’t think about food and drinks, I can’t even sleep without him around, I always feel like something is missing, what kind of mentality do you think this is?”

Xiang Mo woke up for a while and said in shock: "Empress, you... you Hongxing cheated on me~ How can you explain this to the emperor!"

Murong Qianqian jumped up anxiously and retorted: "I said it's not me, that's my friend Hong Xingchu... Hey~ you mean... that I'm in love with Yao..." She immediately covered her mouth

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How could it be possible? How could she, as a new generation of women in the 21st century, fall in love with Xuanyuan Yao? He was the emperor of Xuanying Kingdom and had three thousand beauties in his harem.

In Murong Qianqian's mind, although she is not so chaste that she insists on her husband being a virgin, she still doesn't want to share a man with a bunch of women.

She suddenly felt very sad, and went back to the bedroom gloomily. She didn't even take off her shoes before falling into bed. She fell asleep quickly this time, and soon she heard snoring.

Murong Qianqian seemed to have had a dream. She saw herself wearing a white armor and holding an extremely sharp long sword in her hand.

Then, she swung left and right, and soon blood flowed into rivers and corpses were scattered everywhere. Women in the harem, children of several years old, and old women in their seventies or eighties were all killed by her sword.

Immediately, she heard her laughing ferociously and her roaring voice hovering in the air, "Whoever competes with me for a man will end up like this~haha~"

Murong Qianqian was startled and suddenly woke up from her sleep. She found that her forehead and back were soaked with a layer of sweat, and her clothes could become wet even if she twisted them.

sh|it, what kind of weird dream is this? Could it be that God is giving her a hint to stay away from that monster Xuanyuan Yao.

Well, God is indeed very wise!

Murong Qianqian thought about this, immediately got up and made a long-term plan, and then began to do everything possible to avoid Xuanyuan Yao

For example, the other party was admiring flowers in the imperial garden. She just caught a glimpse of the hem of a piece of clothing, and suddenly the wind blew under her feet and she ran away.

For example, if the other party wanted to have a meal with her at the Liuxia Palace, she would place the cabinet and chair in the palace behind the palace door, claiming that she was ill and could not meet the saint.

For example, when she saw that it was time to go to bed on the first day of the new year, she wrote a letter in blood and lied about her aunt's arrival. She said with certainty that it was a period of hemorrhage recently and strenuous exercise was not suitable.

But damn, which time did she exercise strenuously while sleeping?

For example, Murong Qianqian couldn't help but admire that she could avoid Xuanyuan Yao even when the Liuxia Palace and the Yixiang Palace were so close.

However, when I thought about it in private, I felt inexplicably aggrieved. Although she deliberately avoided him and often lied that she was sick and it was not suitable to meet him, the guy didn't even make a special trip to visit her. He was so heartless.

Therefore, how could she, Murong Qianqian, fall in love with such a heartless man? Xiang Mo must have had his head caught in the door to reach such a conclusion.

Time flies.

Six days had passed in the blink of an eye, and Nan Lingqi, the emperor of Tianchen Kingdom, was about to arrive at Fengyi City.

The palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the palace officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were extremely busy.

Murong Qianqian overheard Dabao mention that Xuanyuan Yao had left a lot of problems due to his private visit incognito, and Nan Lingqi's sudden visit, so he had been very busy recently and slept in Haoxuan Hall almost every night.

Hearing this, Murong Qianqian felt a little happy in her heart, but she couldn't really say what she was happy about.

She was thinking about whether, as the head of the harem and her man was building a great career, she should be a virtuous and virtuous person and cook herself a pot of soup for Xuanyuan Yao to replenish her body.

After making the decision happily, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Firstly, she had to avoid Xuanyuan Yao as much as possible now, and secondly, she didn't know how to make soup at all.

Murong Qianqian struggled for a while, inexplicably feeling that she was living a very wronged life, so she went back to the dormitory and fell asleep with her head covered without having any dinner.

Seeing this situation, Xiang Mo said worriedly: "Hey, the empress is not thinking about food and tea. It seems that Hongxing is cheating hard. What should we do?"

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In my memory, autumn is always bleak, with a somewhat desolate atmosphere.

But on the day Nan Lingqi appeared in Fengyi City, the palace was filled with colorful flowers, and the clusters of flowers made the late autumn day full of vitality.

In Xuanying Kingdom, people from the harem were not required to participate in welcoming the emperor of other countries, so Murong Qianqian only heard about the grand scene when Nan Lingqi first entered the palace.

I heard from the palace people that Nan Lingqi's troops numbered thousands, and the neatly arranged troops swept from the streets to the end. The scene was so spectacular that it was breathtaking.

In the original memory of Murong Qianqian, I heard that Nan Lingqi was also a magical figure, as famous as Xuanyuan Yao in the entire known continent.

But the difference is that in recent years, Xuanyuan Yao has gradually tempered his talents and become a pampered emperor, while Nan Lingqi has been fighting everywhere and growing into a ferocious lion.

Murong Qianqian has always been curious about what kind of person Nan Lingqi would be, whether he would hold a big sword and grow a thick beard like Guan Yu.

But soon, the dinner that night completely shattered her suspicion.

This was the first time I saw the legendary Nan Lingqi. He was sitting diagonally opposite, wearing a light green python robe, and exuding a domineering air that was calm and powerful.

Nan Lingqi is in his thirties, that is, thirty years old. In terms of appearance, he cannot be called handsome at all, but he gives people a calm feeling.

If we had to find an adjective for him, Murong Qianqian thought he was very masculine, and naturally Xuanyuan Yao was also very masculine, but the two types of masculinity were somewhat different.

Xuanyuan Yao's masculinity is mysterious, giving people an irresistible temptation; while Nan Lingqi's masculinity is steady, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

At this moment, although Nan Lingqi was inferior to other countries, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was laughing and talking with ease.

Xuanyuan Yao was wearing a yellow dragon-patterned python robe, standing tall, with a slight outline on the corners of his lips, and a smile that was indifferent and cold, completely different from his usual gentleness.

Murong Qianqian looked at Xuanyuan Yao stupidly. She thought that this man really had many sides. Is he the one who is as gentle as water, or the one who is as cold as ice?

Or, these images do not belong to him. Murong Qianqian has never seen the real Xuanyuan Yao. Since she has never seen her, how could she like it...
Chapter completed!