Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 727 Suicide
An Ran was stunned for a moment, but soon closed her eyes subconsciously.

Nangong Yiran kissed Anran for a long time, he suddenly turned over and turned down with Anran in his arms.

His lips slowly left An Ran's red lips.

He reached out to take off the only obscene garment on An Ran's body, and An Ran's eyes widened in fright: "Nangong Yiran, what are you doing?"

"Of course it's hooliganism."

As his voice fell, An Ran's face suddenly turned red.

Seeing her blushing cheeks, Nangong Yiran felt that there was a big fire burning, so he couldn't help speeding up the movements of his hands.

Taking off the only obscene clothes left on An Ran's body, Nangong Yiran stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt up, covering the tops of their heads.

Although he was anxious to get her, he was even more worried that she would catch the cold.

"One burn..."

Under the quilt, there was a delicate sound.

After An Ran realized that it was her own voice, she shut her mouth in shame and indignation.

Following only two short words, but falling into Nangong Yiran's ears, it made him even more excited.

After a night of ups and downs, An Ran has already become exhausted.

Nangong Yiran turned over and lay down beside her, with a naughty smile on the corner of his mouth: "How about it, it's not cold now."

"..."

Bastard, don't be ashamed!

An Ran ignored him and turned her back to him.

In Nangong Yiran's eyes, her actions were obviously shy.

Nangong Yiran glanced at her, then slowly closed his eyes, preparing to rest for a while.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the room.

"My lord, it's not good, the emperor... the emperor has passed away!"

There was anxiety in the voice of the visitor.

Nangong Yiran suddenly sat up from the bed, disturbing An Ran beside him.

An Ran turned around to look at him, before she could speak, Nangong Yiran raised her hand to stroke the hair on her forehead.

"You sleep first, I have to go to the palace first."

"Ah."

An Ran nodded slightly, becoming very cute.

Nangong Yiran kissed her on the forehead, then quickly got up and changed into court clothes, and left the room.

He got into the carriage of the Regent's Palace and went to the palace.

When they arrived outside the emperor's bedroom, the ministers had already knelt together.

They looked at the open palace door, and they were very calm.

Nangong Yiran walked past the ministers and came to an imperial physician.

He knelt down beside the imperial physician, turned his head and asked, "Didn't you say that the emperor would still be alive for a while, why did he die suddenly?"

"Return to the lord, the emperor hanged himself to death." Said, the imperial physician shook his head slightly: "The emperor suffers from the willow disease, which is already miserable. What kind of datura flower pollen did Liu Lu give him, which made the emperor even more sick?" Feeling a splitting headache. The lower official guessed that the emperor couldn't stand such torture, so he chose to hang himself to free himself."

"He is relieved, the throne..."

Nangong frowned, feeling unspeakable pain in his heart.

After getting rid of Liu Lu, he was only happy for a day, but now he is in trouble again.

Yesterday because he neglected An Ran because of his handling of court affairs, An Ran was already unhappy because of this, if he is becoming the so-called emperor, how about it?
Thinking about it, Nangong Yiran's brain was running fast.

He had to think of a way as soon as possible so that the ministers would not think of himself when they thought of the heir to the throne.

(End of this chapter)