The state banquet was carried out until midnight, and then dispersed, this night, also coped with the folk customs, it was the night of the queen and the emperor's cave room, a group of palace maids and eunuchs, Murong poured into Fengluan Palace, waiting for Beiming Hanxuan to come to Fengluan Palace.

The huge Fengluan Palace, full of happy words, full of joy, Murong Ranran was dressed in a red robe, with a red hijab on his head, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, because the queen's status is different from other concubines, this first night is naturally the queen to sleep, after tonight, the emperor can go to other concubines to spend the night, which is also the most basic respect for the queen.

At the round table stood a row of palace maids dressed in red, also holding a plate full of wine glasses and dried fruits.

"The emperor has arrived", the eunuch outside the door shouted, and the palace maids in the house also knelt down to greet him.

Bei Ying Hanxuan shook his body slightly, stepped into the palace door, and waved his hand to the palace maid in the hall, "You all go down, and the next thing I will do will do."

After the palace maids looked at each other, they put down the end plate in their hands, and respectfully pushed out the palace door, and as the palace door slowly closed, Beiming Hanxuan walked to the round table, took the pole inlaid with jade edges and pasted with the word Xi, and asked to pick up the red cloth covering Murong Qianran's head.

"Queen, come, it's time for us to drink a glass of wine", Beiming Hanxuan put down the pole, raised the wine glass again, and handed it to Murong Qianran.

Murong glanced at Bei Ying Hanxuan indifferently, did not go to pick up the wine glass, and said coldly: "I'm just a deal with you, these ..... Just be exempt", joke, she Murong Qianran still doesn't understand, it's a transaction, why follow these etiquette clichés.

"Hey, since it's a deal, then ....... What's wrong with a glass of wine", Bei Ying Hanxuan slowly walked to the side of the bed and handed the wine glass to Murong Tianran's cheek.

Murong Qianran didn't think much about it, he took it and drank it all, and Beiming Hanxuan also drank it all, put the wine glass behind the round table, and untied his robe.

"What are you doing here"? Murong Qianran saw that the Northern Darkness Hanxuan had already shed his coat, and he couldn't help but turn his head away, and said unnaturally.

Bei Ying Hanxuan looked at Murong Qianran disappreciatively, "Of course I'm going to sleep, otherwise, what can I do?" After speaking, continue the movements in your hands.

Oh my God, what's wrong with me? Murong shook her head violently, but her steps couldn't help but walk towards the North Darkness Hanxuan, as if there was something she longed for there.

When she approached the North Darkness Hanxuan, the heat eased a little, and Murong Qianran understood, she ..... I was afraid that I had fallen into someone else's trap, and suddenly, my body was in the air, and Beiming Hanxuan picked up Murong Qianran and slowly walked to the bed.

Beiming Hanxuan put Murong Tanran on the bed, his evil cheeks were a little charming, and his slender fingertips stretched out to Murong Tanran's clothes.

Although Murong Qianran tried his best to stop the actions of the Northern Darkness Hanxuan, he lost his strength all over his body.

She didn't need any strength in her whole body, she was soft, and she wanted to die.

"I.... I don't know.... Don't know what this is...... What's going on..... Right.... I'm sorry....", Bei Ying Hanxuan really couldn't control it, his eyes gradually began to drift and blur, his consciousness was clear, but he couldn't control his behavior.

Murong Tianran frowned slightly, and her heart began to despair, she really didn't expect that she would fall into someone else's trap, although she had her own consciousness, but her body was soft and weak after all.

Just when things weren't too bad, I saw him raise his head suddenly, snorted, and lay on Murong Qianran's body, motionless.

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain from his fingertips, and Murong Qianran suddenly opened his phoenix eyes, and what came into his eyes was Lang Xiaoyue's haggard demonic face.

When she looked at her fingers, which were constantly flowing bright red, she understood that it was Lang Xiaoyue who used hairpins to make herself sober, and even the feeling of heartache in her ten fingers also made her feel a little sober.

Murong Qianran understood that this little pain was not enough to resist the medicinal power, she looked at Lang Xiaoyue and said weakly: "Take me away....".

Wrapped in the futon, Murong Qianran was carried by Lang Xiaoyue to an old palace, the power of the medicine made her consciousness more and more unclear, when Lang Xiaoyue put her on the side of the bed, she grabbed Lang Xiaoyue's clothes.

Lang Xiaoyue looked at Murong Qianran's bloodstained fingertips, thought about it, and gently pasted it.