Beiyin's judgment was right, it was impossible for Xun Youyou to ignore the twenty women, and it can be seen from the scene in the hall that day that their fate was just a mermaid's meat. Xun Youyou smiled bitterly, she couldn't protect herself, what qualifications did she have to sympathize with others?

Lan Yu was very punctual, the sunset was sinking, so he waited outside the hall, and when he saw Xun Youyu coming out, he couldn't help her smile, but he knew how to measure it very well, so he silently helped her into the carriage. For Lan Yu, escorting a person for a while can make him happy for a while, because there are only him and her along the way.

The clatter of cups was mixed with coarse, exaggerated laughter, and the hall was brightly lit, and the people sitting in the hall were still all men. Seeing Xun Youyou coming in, all kinds of eyes passed through her, and Xun Youyou only cared about looking for the figure of King Beiyin.

The whole hall did not see the widow Beiyin, and when I came to the end, I found that the innermost part of the house was facing north, and a thin black curtain separated the space, but the whole hall could be seen from the inside, and the tall figure could be faintly seen behind the black curtain.

"Come in." Beiyin sat alone behind the curtain, and when he saw Xun Youyou, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, maybe even he didn't notice it. Xun Youyou approached step by step, I don't know if she deliberately dressed up, or the halo of the lights was too ambiguous, tonight, the oncoming woman seemed to add a little charm.

"What about them?" Xun Youyu came up and asked.

"What's the hurry, the show hasn't started yet." Beiyin said.

"Take off your clothes." The widow Beiyin ordered her again.

Xun Youyou was shocked in her heart, although she had been mentally prepared and was still separated by a black curtain, but she Xun Youyou had not yet opened to this extent.

"I don't have this fetish." She refused.

"If you want to see them, you'd better do it." King Beiyin looked at Xun Youyu's face and said playfully, he seemed to appreciate her struggling expression now.

Xun Youyou's face burned red, in Beiyin, the first thing she lost, and what she was losing all the time, was dignity. She has no dignity, dressed and stripped naked, there is no difference in essence.

As if performing some kind of ritual, she slowly shed her clothes, and a voice in the depths of her soul reminded her that she could no longer be at the mercy of others, and that one day, she would regain her lost dignity little by little.

The clothes are gone.

Beiyin's blue eyes are shining, although she is slender and thin, the curves of her body are unambiguous, especially the style around her waist, which can torture the most powerful man in Beiyin.

There was a jubilant commotion outside the curtain, and twenty women were brought to the center of the hall, all dressed in bright red gauze skirts. The men present rushed up and dragged them to their seats.

"Hahahaha, my king, tonight, beauty and wine, my brothers and I are welcome!"

"Tulun Xuan, you have conquered the enemy bravely in this westward expedition, and this king will not treat you badly." The widow Beiyin walked to the front of the screen.

"The Tulun tribe is prosperous and yin is declining, you can take these twenty women back."

"Hahahaha, my king, thank you for your gift." There was a burst of cheers.

After a while, the hall was full of cups and plates, and the light clothes were disordered, but it was, the flowers faded and red, and who pitied the tears of the beauty. Xun Youyou looked at the decadence and chaos in the hall motionlessly, he just took her to see these women's low-voiced and pandering appearances, why bother?