But Bei Yue Heng didn't expect that the goddess in his mind, Lin Rou'er, would be taken to the palace by Ouyang Chen and become his concubine. When the news came, Bei Yue Heng almost threw away everything in the royal tent.
, those North Vietnamese women who were sleeping next to him were also thrown out of the cold tent by him without mercy. No matter how many women there are in the world, they can't compare to that one, and no matter how beautiful their bodies are, they can't call him back.
Desire for her.
The only thing he wants and wants to get is that one, Lin Rou'er. Even if you are bigger than Gu, no matter what, Gu will definitely get you.
Driven by such a strong desire, he found his own military advisor, Fu Liang, who had been accompanying him to Dabao, and asked him to advise him.
Fuliang, who claimed to be the smartest person in the North Vietnam tribe, came up with this idea for him, and sent a spy to lurk in the palace, steal the imperial seal, and force the new Emperor Long to exchange his concubine.
Unexpectedly, this plan was successful. The new Emperor Long quickly replied and agreed to exchange, and Concubine Rou was immediately sent to the border.[
For this reason, Beiyue Heng had already set up his tent here, waiting for his goddess to arrive.
There was the sound of silk and bamboo in the tent, and Beiyue kept looking up into the sky, still imagining the scene of Lin Rou'er's arrival. Unexpectedly, the messenger outside sent a secret message.
The personal guard handed the secret letter to Bei Yue Heng's hand. The man on the throne immediately sat up straight, and quickly opened the secret letter with his hand wearing countless gem rings. He looked at it carefully. The more he looked, his eyes
His eyes widened and his expression became more unpredictable. After reading the contents of the letter, Beiyue Heng became furious and immediately stopped the dancers from dancing and told them to roll down.
Hearing that the king was angry, the dancers did not dare to neglect. They all put away their sleeves, lifted the corners of their skirts, and hurriedly exited the king's tent.
With an angry look on his face, Beiyue Heng shouted outside: "Find the military advisor Fuliang."
So, one of the guards agreed to go find Fuliang.
Fuliang, dressed in light brown North Vietnamese clothing, has a rather elegant appearance. He has three mustaches on his lips, one on each side of the mouth, and another on his lower jaw. They are not too thick, just like the strokes and strokes of Chinese characters, plus a mustache.
Wow, that feels funny enough.
Upon hearing the king's call, Fuliang immediately came out of his tent and followed the guard who came to deliver the message into Beiyue Heng's tent.
Beiyue Heng, dressed in a luxurious brown-red royal uniform, is 1.9 meters tall. He is not comparable to the thin figure of the past. His shoulders are very broad and the muscles on his shoulders and back are thick, which is not comparable to that of ordinary men.
He stood on the throne, his feet in calfskin boots pacing back and forth on the ground paved with snow wolf skin, showing how agitated he was.
When Fuliang saw his frown and impatient look on his face, he knew that he was troubled, so he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Fuliang, comes to see my emperor."
"Fu Liang, that Ouyang Chen really deceived people so much. He actually sent the chess pieces that Gu had placed back then as Lin Rou'er. The news has reached Gu. You can see for yourself."
After Beiyue Heng finished speaking, he threw the note to Fuliang's side.
Picking up the note and browsing it quickly, Fuliang had a smile on his face, and his strokes started to move.
"Your Majesty, isn't this a good thing? The letter said that Taoyao has left.