He was no match for the man's strength and was finally subdued by him and brought back to the camp.
Seeing Lin Rou'er who was knocked unconscious by his own knife, her eyes were closed tightly, her body was limp, and she could no longer open her teeth and claws, Beiyue Heng also let out a long sigh of relief.
He kept the man on the horse, but he did not dismount, and said directly to the subjects stationed there: "I want to take the future queen back to the royal city, so you should pack up and set off immediately."
Na Fuliang said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, are you going to ride away like this? It's winter now and the wind is strong. I'm afraid the Queen, a female prostitute, can't bear it and will get sick."
"What Qing Fu Ai said makes sense, drive Gu's carriage over, and Gu and the queen will ride in the carriage together."[
Beiyue Heng ordered on horseback.
Fuliang immediately asked someone to fetch his luxurious carriage embroidered with a wolf head mark, so Beiyue Heng could carry Lin Rouer into the carriage and lead him towards the depths of the grassland.
Beisai, the royal city of North Vietnam, can be regarded as a pearl on the grassland. The entire city is small, less than one-third of Ouyang City. However, the city is well-ordered and bustling with businessmen and merchants, and all kinds of goods are available.
, people live and work in peace and contentment, with smiles on their faces.
When Beiyue Heng's carriage slowly drove in from the city gate, just like the situation in Changyun Town, people knelt down and saluted their king with respect and piety, as if they regarded him as a god in the sky.
Sitting in the car, Beiyue Heng looked solemn and solemn. He did not pay attention to the worship of his subjects. He just closed his eyes and rested his mind. In his heart, he was thinking about how to make Lin Rou'er surrender and agree to be his queen.
This is the most direct and effective way.
He ordered people to carry the unconscious Lin Rou'er back to the room, while he called Fuliang to him, and the two began to talk in secret.
"Fu Aiqing, you also know Gu's heart, how do you conquer a woman?" Beiyue Heng sat on the throne covered with tiger-striped fur, dressed in dark attire of the King of Beiyue and wearing a king's crown, respectful to the side
Fu Liang asked with his head buried.
"This..." Fuliang hesitated. He knew how to conquer an enemy on the battlefield, but how to conquer a woman, even he didn't know very well.
He is only in his early twenties and has not yet married a wife at home. He is not interested in female sex and rarely sets foot in romantic places. Although he understands North Vietnam's enthusiasm for men and women, he does not
I disagree, because they simply can't communicate on this point.
But just because you don’t know it doesn’t mean you don’t know it. If you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve always seen pigs running away.
Regarding Beiyue Heng's troubles, Fuliang thought for a moment and then gave him an idea: "Your Majesty, it's better to do this."
Fu Liang leaned into his ear and told him such and such.
After hearing what he said, Beiyue Heng couldn't help but nodded, with an eager expression on his face.
After Fuliang finished speaking, Beiyue Heng couldn't help but praise: "The military advisor is indeed a military advisor. This idea sounds very good. I am very satisfied with it. If it succeeds, I will definitely reward you heavily."
"I don't deserve the reward. If the king can really bring this beauty home, he will give us a little prince in North Vietnam next year. It will be a blessing to all the people."