This year, the conspiracy of rebelling against the Sixth Prince Mu Qinghuai was shattered, and the Khans of the 36 tribes of Tubo were recovered.
The Mu Emperor Mu Yanqin personally led the expedition and annihilated Mu Qinghuai's 300,000 troops at the border.
These small countries were recaptured, and in order to consolidate friendly relations with neighbors, all tribes presented countless beauties.
In the palace.
The beauty who paid tribute to the Dayue Kingdom was a princess with fair skin, deep eye sockets, and black eyes, like a top-notch pearl.
With a little red lips and a curved eyebrows, she was holding the best wine and gently delivered it to Mu Yanqin's mouth.
Mu Yanqin sat obliquely on the dragon collapse, with a bright yellow shirt, which was a celebration banquet.
Mu Yanqin could not refuse his face. He took her jade hand and took a sip. The tribute girl next to him couldn't help it. He took a bunch of grapes and came in a row. When he was about to walk in, he suddenly
He sprained his ankle and then fell in front of Mu Yanqin.
Mu Yanqin smiled slightly and reached out to catch her. Yang Liu's slender waist was so slim that it was so slim that it was not worth holding.
The beauty of the Great Yue Kingdom froze slightly, as if she was complaining about why she didn't expect this move. However, at this moment, Mu Yanqin let go, because there was a figure among the crowd who had just watched the dance.
Flash is fleeting.
And that figure was so familiar, like that person!
Mu Yanqin put the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms and walked over.
All the musicians and dancers stopped, looking at each other in wondering where the unhappiness was, which annoyed the emperor.
The eunuch even knelt down and kowtowed, "The slave deserves to die!"
But Mu Yanqin didn't answer at all, walked straight over and opened the curtain behind. The person behind the curtain had already walked very far, his figure and posture...
Mu Youli quickly chased after him. He had long legs and big steps. After a while, he came to the front and grabbed the man.
The man was frightened when he saw that he was caught and knelt down with a thud, "I'll hit the emperor, and I deserve to die for the crime of being a lowly concubine!"
Mu Yanqin didn't hear what she was saying at all, but just walked forward and reached out to raise her chin.
The black and shiny eyes and curved eyebrows were looking at myself wet with a little charm and fear.
At that moment, Yan Qin's heart was finally resurrected.
He couldn't help but call out her name: "You'er!" His hand moved on her face, as if to remember all her expressions and appearances.
The person kneeling below looked at him in confusion and said, "Master?"
Mu Yanqin turned around again, looked at her face, and suddenly let go. This person looked like Chu You, with his eyebrows, eyes, and posture, but he did not have Chu You's unruly and leisurely expression and expression.
He stood there, and the sadness that could not be stopped in his heart was not her after all, and no one could replace her after all!
Shatana, a tribute girl from Wumeng Kingdom, knelt on the ground, and she had no idea what was going on.
I just heard from my maid that the emperor of this Mu Clan dynasty was heroic and handsome, so she wanted to quietly look at him while he was enjoying the singing and dancing.
Who would have thought that he would chase him straight and even catch him.
Now, he was standing there, a little sad and a little desolate. For some reason, his heart actually hurt for no reason.
So she stood up, grabbed Mu Yanqin's hand, and said quietly: "Your Majesty... What's wrong with you?"
Mu Yanqin saw her face close to her, and the worry appeared in her eyes, and she was speechless.
"Your Majesty, can I ask the Imperial Doctor to show you?" Shatana gently stroked his hand, feeling his hand was cold and thick calluses.
Mu Yanqin looked at her, and suddenly he used force on his arm and pulled her into his arms.
Holding her tightly, murmured: "You'er, You'er..."
Shatana didn't expect Mu Yanqin to hug her like this. The reality froze, but soon obeyed.
She was definitely voluntarily paying tribute to the Mu clan Dynasty, and she knew very well what she was doing.
Mu Yanqin held Shatanna and remembered that night under the candlelight. It was also in this palace that he kicked open the door and saw Chu You and Mu Youli hugging each other in disheveled clothes.
At that time, although he was resentful and jealous, he still picked up Chu You. It was on that day that he hurt her severely.
The blood under him bloomed like a plum blossom. He kept kissing her crying face, but no matter how much apologies or guilt were, it could not make up for the harm he had done to her.
Now, this woman in her arms is as delicate as Chu You back then, so tender and sweet, and so sweet in her arms. Those who can't get and those who lose are suddenly filled.
Shatana knew that she felt Mu Yanqin's pity for her. This man was so arrogant and seemed to be a goshawk hovering in the desert. This was the image of a hero she admired since she was a child.
She listened to his heartbeat, but her tender little hands couldn't help but want to touch his chest. How many women dream of such a man?
The wine I had just drunk now turned into a catalyst for the burning of anger. Mu Yanqin picked up Shatana and walked towards the bedroom.
He kicked open the door, and Mu Yanqin lowered his head and saw Chu You in his arms, shyly taking his concubine, looking at him with beautiful eyes wet, and the long-lost thought rushed to the top of his head.
He bent down his face and accurately grabbed her pink lips.
It seemed as if the land that had been drought had encountered Gan Hong, and it was as if the thirsty lips had encountered fine wine. He sucked her lips tightly, over and over again, again and again, trying hard to feed all the lovesickness of these years.
Entering her mouth.
I also carefully savored the fragrance in her mouth.
Shatana didn't know what he was thinking at all, but she understood very well that the emperor was not disgusted with him, so she tried hard to recall what her mother said when she came and tried hard to please him.
She reached out her white little hand and gently untied his coat. The bright yellow coat was bright yellow.
His heart beat fast, even a little anxious. He tore her clothes while letting her untied her clothes.
"You'er, You'er..." He called her name low and reached out to cover her naked shoulders. His skin was as white as fat, white and smooth, making him unable to help but tremble.
He kissed her shoulder piously and pityfully, slowly downwards, and came to her beautiful neck, biting it bit by bit, leaving his own mark.
She wanted to stretch her limbs and greet him more acceptingly, so she took the initiative to kiss his lips with a smile.
"You'er, You'er..." Mu Yanqin rushed in in a hurry.