In Huading Palace, Yan Wang Lan Yifeng was yawning, looking lazy and dying.

"Oh, what's wrong with the eighth brother? Your concubines in the harem were not in place last night, so they didn't satisfy you?" Yan Wang Lan Yifeng was the son of the dead Concubine Xuan, the third son of the royal family, and Lan Yiluo's third brother. He was a sloppy and a little unrestrained. He has been guarding the border so he has never appeared in the capital. He and Lan Yiluo have a good relationship with him. He overthrew his previous dynasty and made contributions to him. Therefore, after the establishment of the new dynasty, Lan Yiluo "liked" this third brother very much.

"Serious." Lan Yiluo smiled bitterly, and his third brother knew how to joke with him.

"Oh, when did our romantic and elegant eighth brother pass by? Tsk tsk tsk, is it because of your little queen of Warm Weaving?"

"How do you know?" Lan Yiluo was slightly surprised. Could it be that his face was full of "He likes An Nuanzhi". Although he admitted that he was moved by An Nuanzhi, it was just not so strong that he didn't cough until the point where tea was not fragrant. Forget it, it was indeed a bit unscented.

"Uh, you shouldn't be really moved by her, right?" King Yan's expression was solemn. He had heard for a long time that his eighth brother loved an An woman and did not hesitate to break all difficulties and make her the queen. However, the taboo of the emperor and monarch was his childhood affair. He did not want his eighth brother to finally have a hegemony and repeat the mistakes of Lan Yixuan.

King Yan blinked his eyelids ambiguously and tempted, "Is it because your little queen's kung fu is so good that you can be fascinated?"

Lan Yiluo smiled bitterly again, "No, I have never been married to her."

"Puff" Lan Yifeng sprayed out a big mouthful of tea. He wasn't having any problems with his ears. He was 100% sure that his eighth brother was not a dull-slutty-not Liu Xiahui. How long has it been since he "success"? This is so thunder for him.

After wiping the water stains on the corner of his mouth, King Yan showed the expression of a person who had come and patted Lan Yiluo.

"Brother Eighth brother, you are still young, full of energy and are vigorous, don't suffocate your body."

"Cough cough." Lan Yiluo coughed unnaturally. He was indeed very impulsive whenever he saw An Nuanori, but because of his concerns, he was suppressed. If this continued, he was not far from the "obstacle".

Seeing his eighth brother frowning, King Yan couldn't help but give advice, "Eighth brother, women feel mysterious when they don't get it, but if you get her body, you won't think about it. Tonight, go and push down your little queen and enjoy your man's rights."

"Is this working?" Lan Yiluo was skeptical. He felt sorry for An Nuanori and didn't want to force her. Although he really wanted to...... he was going crazy when he thought about it, he still hesitated whether to do so.

King Yan snickered, "Of course it works. Make sure that this woman will be gone in your heart as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow. Also, don't forget to prepare a bowl of abortion for your cute little queen. This kind of thing should not leave any troubles."

King Yan left Huading Palace in a flash, and Liu Lan Yiluo was alone in meditating.

At night, An Nuanori hummed "I can't afford to hurt" while twisting her butt. She was so excited when she was bedtime. She believed that people were the happiest time when they were sleeping, especially when they were tired for a day and then lying on the soft bed. That little comfortable and satisfying little, the key is that sleeping is the most cost-effective, and it is lower-carbon and environmentally friendly than any leisure method.

"There are many hot girls on your Weibo, so I'm just one of them..." Before An Nuanzhi went to bed, she would "play wildly" every time. She danced and added weird lyrics, which made Xiaoqi and the others laugh, but suddenly there was a silence in Fengming Palace.

An Nuanzhi was jumping to the point where "I can't afford to hurt, I really can't afford to hurt my conscience? Your conscience dog takes it away. I hate you and you hate you so much that I completely forget it." The little butt sticking out was even more tall, but when I looked up and blinked, Lan Yiluo's handsome face was looking at her in surprise.

"Uh, the emperor is lucky." An Nuanzhi's large-scale physical movements froze like a robot at this time, and she slowly retracted her little butt.
Chapter completed!