readx;? The first year of the Shogunate Dynasty

In this year, he smashed the conspiracy of the rebel Six Princes Mu Qinghuai, and recovered the khans of the 36 tribes of Tubo. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Emperor of the Shogunate clan, Mu Yanqin, personally drove the expedition and annihilated the 300,000 army of Mu Qinghuai at the border.

These small countries were recovered, and in order to consolidate the good-neighborly relations, the tribes offered countless beautiful women.

In the palace.

The beauties paid tribute by the Great Moon Kingdom are princesses, with fair skin, deep-set eye sockets, and jet-black eyes, like a first-class pearl.

Zhu lips a little, willow eyebrows curved, holding the best wine, gently sent to Mu Yanqin's mouth.

Mu Yanqin sat diagonally on the dragon's collapse, with a bright yellow coat, this was a celebration banquet.

Mu Yanqin would not refute her face, just took her jade hand, took a sip, and the tribute girl next to her couldn't help it, took a bunch of grapes, and came over, and when she was about to walk in, she suddenly stumbled her foot, and then fell in front of Mu Yanqin.

Mu Yanqin smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed her, Yang Liu's thin waist, Yingying, unbearable.

The beauty of the Great Moon Country, Liu Mei stiffened slightly, as if she was complaining about why she didn't think of this hand, however, at this moment, Mu Yanqin let go of her hand, because in the crowd who had just watched the dance, there was a figure that disappeared in a flash.

And that figure was so familiar, like that person!

Mu Yanqin let go of the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms and strode over.

The musicians and dancers all stopped, looking at each other and not knowing what was unsatisfactory, which annoyed the emperor.

The chamberlain even knelt down and kowtowed: "The slave deserves death!"

And Mu Yanqin didn't answer at all, he walked straight over and opened the curtain behind him, the person behind the curtain had walked a long way quickly, that figure, that posture...

The curtain also hurriedly chased after him, his legs were long and his steps were big, and after a while, he came to him and grabbed the man.

The man was also frightened when he saw that he was caught, and knelt down with a puff and said, "If you collide with the emperor, the concubine deserves death!"

Mu Yanqin didn't hear what she was saying at all, he just stepped forward and reached out to lift her chin.

The black and shiny eyes, the curved eyebrows, with a little charm and fear, were looking at themselves wet.

At that moment, Mu Yanqin's heart was finally resurrected.

He couldn't help but call out her name: "You'er!" His hand moved over her face, as if to remember all of her expressions and looks.

And the person kneeling at the bottom looked at him suspiciously and said, "Your Majesty?"

Mu Yanqin turned around again, looked at her face, and suddenly let go, this person is eight points like Chu You, this eyebrows, this posture, but there is no Chu You's unruly, leisurely and indifferent demeanor and expression.

He stood there, unstoppably sad in his heart, it wasn't her after all, no one could replace her after all!

Shatana, the tribute maiden of the Umon Kingdom, knelt on the ground, completely unaware of what was happening.

I just heard the maidservant girl with her say that the emperor of this dynasty was heroic and handsome, so she wanted to quietly take a look at him while he was enjoying the song and dance.

Who would have thought that he would chase straight after him and even catch himself.

Now, he is standing there, a little sad, a little depressed, I don't know why, his heart hurts for no reason.

So, she stood up, grabbed Mu Yanqin's hand, and said warmly, "Your Majesty the Emperor..." What's wrong with you?"

Mu Yanqin saw her face close at hand, and the worry in his eyes appeared, and he was stunned and speechless.

"Your Majesty, can I ask the Imperial Doctor to come and see you?" Shatana stroked his hand, only to feel his hand, cold and thick calluses.

Mu Yanqin looked at her, and suddenly with a force on his arm, he pulled her into his arms.

hugged her tightly and murmured in a low voice: "You'er, You'er..."

Shatana didn't expect Mu Yanqin to hug herself like this, and reality froze for a moment, but she quickly complied.

Paying tribute to the Makushi dynasty, she was absolutely voluntary, and she knew very well what she was doing.

Mu Yanqin hugged Shatana, and under the candlelight, he remembered that night, and it was also in this palace that he kicked open the door and saw Chu You and Mu Youzhi hugging each other in rags.

At that time, although he was resentful and jealous in his heart, he still picked up Chu You, that is, on that day, he hurt her fiercely.

The blood under his body bloomed like plum blossoms, and he kept kissing her tearful face, but no amount of apology, no amount of guilt, could not make up for the harm he had done to her.

Now, the woman in her arms is as delicate as Chu You back then, so soft, so sweet and snuggled in her arms, those who can't get it, those who lose it, as if they were suddenly filled.

Shatana knew that she felt the pity of Mu Yanqin for herself, this man, so arrogant, seemed to be a goshawk hovering in the desert, this was the image of a hero she had admired since childhood.

She listened to his heartbeat, and her tender little hands couldn't stop wanting to touch his chest, how many women dream of such a man?

The wine he had just drunk turned into a catalyst for anger at this moment, and Mu Yanqin picked up Shatana and walked towards the dormitory.

kicked the door open, Mu Yanqin looked down and saw Chu You in his arms, who was taking a concubine with shame, looking at himself with wet eyes, and the long-lost thoughts suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

He leaned down and caught her pink lips accurately.

As if the long-arid land met Ganlin, and as if the thirsty lips met the wine, he sucked her lips tightly, over and over again, again and again, trying to feed all these years of acacia into her mouth.

also carefully savored the fragrance in her mouth.

Shatana didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew very well that the emperor was not disgusted with her, so she tried to remember what her mother had said when she came, and tried to please him.

She stretched out her white and tender little hand and gently untied his coat, and inside the bright yellow coat was the bright yellow middle coat.

His heart was beating fast, even urgently, as he tore at her clothes as he let her undo herself.

"You'er, You'er..." he called her name in a low voice, and reached out to cover her bare shoulders, his skin was creamy, white and tender, and smooth, making him shudder.

He kissed her shoulder reverently and pityingly, slowly descended, came to the beautiful neck, and gnawed little by little, leaving his own mark.

She wanted to stretch her limbs and greet him more receptively, so she smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"You'er, You'er..."Mu Yanqin rushed in in a hurry.