The moldy girl travels through the harem of hegemony: the concubine is hard to love

Chapter 38
Murong Shen Yuan looked at the two standing together.

An Xiaoqian was a little hesitant, vacillating between the 300 handsome men and her husband.

Both are handsome men.

But after thinking about it carefully, in the most scientific way of thinking, she should choose her husband. After all, he is an emperor, and she is now burdened with the difficult task of having a baby with him.

If he gets angry with her because she chose a handsome man in a brothel, wouldn't it be even more difficult for her to complete the task assigned to her by her ancestors?

Thinking of this, An Xiaoqian made up her mind.

She let go of Yu Wenxuan's hand and wanted to walk towards Murong Shenyuan, but just as she was taking a step, she suddenly tripped over something, causing her to stagger and was about to fall to the ground.

It was too late, but soon, Yu Wenxuan stretched out his long arms, and firmly supported An Xiaoqian's waist to save her from the disaster.

Of course, from a scientific point of view, this action is very intimate.

An Xiaoqian pressed against Yu Wenxuan's chest, and the two looked at each other. This scene seemed very ambiguous.

"Empress, be careful." Yu Wenxuan smiled, reminding An Xiaoqian.

An Xiaoqian gave a dry cough, stood up straight, and thanked her in a low voice.

Murong Shenyuan looked at those two people without saying a word, his face became more and more ugly, he suddenly turned around and strode away.

"Ah hello!" An Xiaoqian looked at her back and yelled, but he ignored her.

"Stingy ghost." An Xiaoqian frowned, suddenly felt that one head and two big, it was miserable, the relationship between him and her seemed to be getting worse, shit.

So, the combination of two men and one woman or two women and one man will definitely cause problems.

"What's wrong with the Empress?" Yu Wenxuan asked knowingly, "Forget it, let's continue practicing the piano."

"Hmph." An Xiaoqian gave him a white look, then suddenly raised her foot and stomped on him hard.

"Oh--"

Yu Wenxuan groaned in pain.

"Aha, you should really be glad that Ben Gong is not wearing high heels now." An Xiaoqian gave him a proud look, "Otherwise you must have a hole in the back of your instep by now."

Men in ancient times had this sense of happiness. Women here don't wear high heels, so men don't feel so much pain when they are stepped on.

"You—" Yu Wenxuan grinned in pain.

(End of this chapter)