"Sister is joking. How can I compare with my sister's natural beauty?" Ye Qingmian smiled slightly, knowing that Murong Yan was just teasing her.
However, she also admitted that Murong Yan was very beautiful, but what's the use of just being beautiful?
She has always believed that beauty can only confuse a man for a while, but not forever. Beauty can only make a man tempted, not his heart.
"Look at how humble you are, sister." Murong Yan smiled arrogantly, but her eyes were looking at Nan Fengyu who buried her head in Ye Qingmian's neck, her eyes filled with jealousy.
"Your Majesty, it seems that you want to sleep? Let's take a rest. It was really hard last night, but there are always gains."
Murong Yan is really smart. She said these words so directly that she could misunderstand Ye Qingmian, but she was not wrong. Nan Fengyu had spent the whole night correcting the memorial yesterday. Wasn't it hard work? Moreover, he had not rested all night.
Feeling sleepy
"I have to go to the morning court later, and I'll rest when I get back." Nan Fengyu said lightly, and then raised his head.
"It seems like it's really hard work. Some things should be tempered a little bit."
Ye Qingmian thought to herself, no wonder from what I read in the book, the emperor's life has not been long since ancient times. Even an iron man needs time to recover after 'fighting' like this day and night.
"Temperance is not something that should be considered at this age," Murong Yan said, with an inexplicable smile on her face, a proud smile, as if she felt that Ye Qingmian had finally been angered.
"I think so. My sister must have a lot of needs."
Ye Qingmian spoke quietly at this time, without any sign of anger, but with a smile on his face, as if he had expected this situation.
"I guess it's not as good as my sister." Murong Yan did not deny it, looking at Ye Qingmian with a smug look on her face.
"What are you two doing?" Nan Fengyu was a little dizzy. Are these two women really discussing who has more sexual needs?
"We are thinking, Your Majesty, you work really hard every day. Should we consider giving you the title of model worker?" Ye Qingmian said lightly, "You are just a model worker on the bed."
"Mian'er, why don't you tease me like this?" Nan Fengyu couldn't help but smile, but after thinking about it, she realized that she had misunderstood the relationship between herself and Murong Mian... Hmm, don't you have a personal relationship?