On the night when Lin Rou'er came, the North Vietnamese Emperor Bei Yue Heng happily feasted his ministers. More than a dozen sheep were slaughtered, a flaming bonfire was lit, and people sang and danced around the fire, eating roasted mutton, and holding big pots in their hands.
A bowl of rice wine, a bite, a bowl, the natural and carefree look, it is simply fun.
There is also a fire burning in the king's tent of Heng, North Vietnam, but this is not for celebration, but for keeping warm. The lamb is also roasted on the fire, sprinkled with North Vietnam's unique spices, and the heat is emitting.
The aroma of spiced cooked lamb spreads all over the place.
Lin Rouer was wearing a brown-gold robe, and the hair ornaments on her head were still unique to North Vietnamese women. She had a bright smile like a peach blossom. Looking at the roasted mutton, her mouth was watering. Even with a greedy look, Lin Rouer
Her beautiful face, as beautiful as a flower and a jade, was not damaged at all, but instead added an alluring charm.
This royal tent is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Beiyue Heng is wearing a luxurious fur royal robe, sitting high on the throne paved with white bear skin, and many princes and ministers are sitting on the long tables below.
After all, this is not the Royal Palace of North Vietnam. Strictly speaking, it is just a temporary camp set up by Heng of North Vietnam to welcome Lin Rouer's arrival. They all followed in his footsteps.
Everyone was eating wine and drinking meat in the royal tent, and there were beautiful dancers singing and dancing in the open space inside the tent. Their charming dancing postures and the pretty faces of the women captivated the eyes of many people.[
The one on the throne has a handsome appearance with a wild and unrestrained appearance, a pair of narrow eyes, full of sparkle, holding a large bowl of wine in his hand, and the gem rings in his hand glow with dazzling brilliance under the light of the surrounding torches.
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And his eyes never left Lin Rou'er for a moment, he just looked at her so intently that he didn't even notice that the wine on his lips was poured out by him.
Fuliang on the side also lamented the miraculous handiwork of the Creator. There was such a stunning woman in the world. No wonder their king was thinking about her. Lin Rouer was definitely the kind of woman that any man would want to hide and love her when he saw her.
It's a pity that she was already the concubine of the Emperor of Bixin Kingdom, but their king still found ways to get her, which shows how much he cares about her.
Seeing that the wine in the king's hand was about to overflow, Fuliang quickly reminded: "Your Majesty, your wine..."
Hearing Fuliang's voice, Beiyue Heng quickly retracted his gaze from Lin Rou'er, turned back and leveled his bowl so that the wine would not spill on the ground.
His smile always hung on his face. When he saw the maid in colorful clothes bringing the roasted mutton to Lin Rouer, he said: "Xiaorou, have a good taste of our North Vietnamese roast mutton. Look,
Can you get used to it?"
Xiaorou, you dared to call her that even though you haven't learned your lesson. Lin Rouer was so angry that her lungs almost exploded. But in front of so many people, she still wanted to give him, the emperor, some face, so she didn't
Instead of refuting him, he gave him a smile. That smile was enough to make Beiyue Heng stunned and unresponsive on the spot.
She didn't bother to pay attention to what he was thinking, and used her slender white hands to put the roasted mutton into her mouth, and then chewed it.