Today, Liu Yue is the loyal king of Bei Mu, the king of their enemy, for Bei Mu, and is no longer a quasi-princess of the Seven Kingdoms of the Central Plains.
And he is the prince of Ao Yun and the king after Ao Yun. Ao Yun and Bei Mu are incompatible with each other.
This time, he indulged himself and paid back the debt he owed Liu Yue. From now on, when they meet again, they will be their own masters and enemies.
The lamp shadow stretched the thin figure, making it longer and longer.
One body is luxurious, one body is aloof, one body is... lonely.
"Okay, when we meet, either you die or I die." With cold determination, Liu Yue slammed down the wine glass in her hand.
The jade cup was shattered into pieces.
Today, she is just here to ask for food. One day, when Bei Mu dominates the border and dominates the grasslands, she will not come here for just food.
The night is dense and black.
The sharp cold wind blew by, and it was bitingly cold in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Three million dans of grain and grass, one million bolts of cloth, 500,000 cattle and sheep each, and three million taels of gold. This is not a small sum.
Several major treasuries in Aoyun Capital City have been opened.
Groups of cattle and sheep were driven out of the pass, pulled by people, horses, and carts, loaded with grain, grass, cloth, and gold. The group of Aoyun soldiers and horses followed the group, meandering, almost invisible.
No end in sight.
The people of Aoyun Capital were surprised. With so many soldiers carrying so many things, where were they going? What were they going to do?
However, the important ministers from other countries who were stranded in the capital of Aoyun wanted to participate in Dugu Ye's wedding and the concubine ceremony. However, they were not ignorant of ordinary people. So many things were shipped in the direction outside the customs. Is this meant to negotiate a peace and send them away?
To Bei Mu?
Although the loaded items are tightly wrapped, those who know the goods can naturally see clearly what is being transported from the depth of the wheel marks.
Give it to Bei Mu? God, is this thing...
For a time, homing pigeons flew north and south in the sky, and countless messages were sent in all directions.