The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun's words made Xiang Shengnan so angry that she almost fainted, and her cheeks were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.

She bit her red lips with her silver teeth and pushed Qin Yun.

"Your Majesty, I'm really going to be angry if you do this!"

Qin Yun couldn't listen to these words at all. The beauty had just taken a bath and looked stunning.

Suddenly leaned down...

"Well……"

She whimpered, struggled a little, and then hugged Qin Yun with her slender white hands.

The two of them forgot about love.

Qin Yun is active and Xiang Shengnan is passive.

I don’t know how long it has been.

Xiang Shengnan suffocated and his cheeks turned red.

The two of them stopped.

She breathed in deeply, her eyes already feeling a little watery.

Haven’t relaxed for too long!

Suddenly she felt Qin Yun's hand touching her waist.

"Don't!"

She shouted in a trembling voice, even with a hint of pleading.

Qin Yun's voice was hoarse: "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, didn't you promise me that you wouldn't have that thought until your face heals?"

Xiang Shengnan said aggrievedly, with a little fear.

"Besides, my father said, don't do this!"

"If that's the case, he'll object."

Qin Yun frowned, struggling internally.

"I'm yours forever, from last night on the boat, I won't run away!"

She almost coaxed and threatened him at the same time.

Qin Yun was disappointed, pouted, and could only let go.

Xiang Shengnan's tense body finally relaxed a little, she felt extremely nervous.

But I was also worried that he would be unhappy.

Hesitate for a few moments.

She tried to please him: "Your Majesty, how about you... kiss me again?"

This sentence made Qin Yun laugh: "Are you giving alms?"

Xiang Shengnan looked embarrassed: "No!"

……

It was the middle of the night and a long time had passed.

The conversation between the two could still be heard in the room.

"Your Majesty, you are weighing down my hair."

"..."

Although I didn't reach that most crucial step, I have to say that this was a romantic night.

Two days have passed!

Qin Yun finally waited for Wuming!

He quickly went to the deep mountains of the Liriod people and invited the "Great Master" of the Liriod people for Qin Yun.

The meanings of the Great Master and the Clan Leader are similar, but this is the culture of the Lu people.

He was about sixty years old, walked with a staggering gait, and used a strange-shaped cane. His clothes were very local in style, colorful and embroidered with snakes and insects.

There are many tattoos on his chin, and it is obvious that he is not Han Chinese.

He bowed.

He said to Qin Yun: "Your Majesty, I, Jin Zhu, on behalf of the people of the Lice Tribe, would like to pay you the highest respect."

"May the Great Xia prosper forever, for thousands of generations to come!"

Qin Yun put down his teacup, tapped the table with his fingers, and said, "The Great Venerable of the Locust Clan?"

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at flattering people."

Jinzhu grinned with her big yellow teeth, her eyes slightly panicked.

He knew that his tribe would collapse if the imperial court gave him a blow, so he dared not act rashly.

After a simple opening statement.

Qin Yun's eyes changed!

The dragon's might is so powerful and terrifying that it is extremely terrifying.

"Who are you, He Wuji?"

The moment Jinzhu's eyes met his, she lowered her head in fear and her whole body trembled.

"Your Majesty, I don't know."

"There is no surname called He among the people of the Lice Tribe."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the people in the imperial study changed slightly. There is no such surname?

Isn't that the wrong direction?

As time went by, Feng Lao's expression became increasingly ugly.