The sun shines down from the glazed tiles of the skylight, shines through the magnificent columns, and shines into a kaleidoscope of dust. The Northern Emperor Tuoba Luojia slowly opened his eyes and watched the dust dance in the long circle of light.
"Ahem, cough, cough." Gao Miao's slight reminder reached his eardrums. He raised his eyes to the old Emperor Yan who was lying on the ground and met this sharp gaze. He shuddered and hurriedly avoided his sight, as if that
The sharp eyes that are about to shoot out arrows are the owners of these eyes. Half a month ago, he led his army to break through the capital of the Feng Kingdom of Dayan. Seventy-eight of the warriors of the Dayan Kingdom were killed or injured, and blood flowed like a river. The survivors all claimed that this was the capital of the Feng Kingdom of Dayan.
"The most tragic night" in the history of the Yan Kingdom, even the royal guard had less than a hundred people left
The country was ruined and the family was destroyed, so they had to accept all the humiliation of the loser, surrender to the Northern Emperor and pay tribute, and the ancient Dayan Kingdom became a tributary state of the Northern Kingdom. King Dayan prostrated on the ground: "Your Majesty Luojia, what else do you have?
Order?"
The Northern Emperor Tuoba Luojia wrapped his hand around the rim of the golden cup and looked at the golden palace, the long history, the splendid culture, the extravagant Yan Kingdom, and the fateful reincarnation. He smiled and waved his hand: "Go out and check the acceptance.
The king’s last trophy”
Everyone filed out, except King Dayan, who was dejected and in tears.
The imperial garden is full of snow-white and purple flowers, with various rare animals roaming around. The clouds and mist made with calamine are added, and the rockeries are stacked on top of each other. It is like being in a fairyland, with hundreds of women standing in a chaotic square.
In the formation, the leading female officer looked nervous and kept shouting: "Everyone, stop, don't move... stop..."
Surrounding the Imperial Garden were heavily armed warriors from the Northern Kingdom, eyeing eagerly and lustfully at the women in the phalanx - the most elite and noble beauties in the entire Yan Kingdom: princesses, princesses, princesses, and women from all walks of life.
At this time, the noble ladies, their beautiful faces have lost their former glory, and they are all trembling with fear, looking forward to the unknown fate. The country will be destroyed, the family will be destroyed, and the beauties will pay off their debts. Since the King of Dayan cannot pay the huge war compensation listed by the Northern Emperor, he has no choice but to
All the beauties in the country are given at a discount to the most beautiful girls like the Northern Emperor. They are like animals on the market, being sold at a high price. They are about to receive the acceptance of the largest slave owner - the Northern Emperor Luojia.
A gust of wind came, and the petals fluttered down. Luojia frowned slightly, and a layer of snow-white fell on the high crown. He was dressed in royal clothes, tall and tall, with a pair of gold-branded warrior boots at his feet, and a colorful cap on his head.
The crown is woven with peacock feathers, and each layer of feathers is fixed with pearls of the same size. A priceless ruby is inlaid in the middle, which makes the whole person even more heroic.
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