The night deepened. The moonlight is sparse, the stars are hidden, the earth is in shadow, and the mountains and forests are in darkness.

The barracks of the Imperial Guard Corps was tough and strict, and it was quiet and chilling. Elite warriors held torches and patrolled outside the camp. They guard the king in the big tent, and guard against the nobles who live in the small city.

Shulot was dressed in military uniform, sitting cross-legged in the big tent. He held a volume in his hand, and sat on a soft jaguar rug. In the big tent, a brazier was lit and the ceiling was turned on, and the night wind poured in from time to time. It is still warm in the south in November, and you can sleep peacefully without a cotton blanket.

After watching for a while, the king became inexplicably irritable. He threw away the book in his hand, revealing the cover of the book, which is the new tax regulation issued by the alliance, which has just been promulgated. The ordinance further strengthened the authority of King Avit, clarified the tribute requirements of nobles, and started with this year's annual tribute. In other words, it is to centralize power and increase taxes for nobles at all levels, naturally including the Kingdom of the Lake.

Shulot took a deep breath and let it out again. Then, he looked at the samurai commander.

"Botard, how are the southern nobles doing?"

"Your Highness, some nobles left overnight, and some stayed in small towns. Most of them should have resigned to their fate, and only a few seem to be struggling."

"Well, send envoys to let the three-way southward legion speed up! The west legion controls Apatchingan. The east legion enters Kuramo City, and the middle legion isolates the two places, depending on the situation. Go east or west. As long as the king The army quickly went south to control the important areas, and no matter how harsh the reduction is, the nobles everywhere can only obey!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The warrior commander nodded and saluted, then called his personal guards and arranged for messengers.

Xiulot picked up the book and looked at it for a while, still feeling restless. He spoke suddenly.

"Botard, the Gulamor family..."

"Your Highness?"

"nothing."

The king spoke half a sentence, but said nothing more. Berthard lowered his head slightly, knowing in his heart, and asked again without making a sound. The tent continued to remain quiet until Dunweitels entered the account and reported back.

"Your Highness!"

"Um."

"A great southern aristocrat sent an envoy."

"not see."

"It's the girl who danced at night, just outside the tent."

Hearing this, Shulot raised his head, and through the curtain of the big tent, he saw a slender figure standing quietly beside the fire at the entrance of the big tent.

The king glanced at the warrior commander, and Bertard lowered his head without showing any expression. He hesitated for a while, then spoke out of nowhere.

"Let her in...listen to what the Gulamo family has to say."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Tells took the order to pay the bill. Soon, the tent door opened again. A beautiful young girl, with bare feet, stepped into the tent. A breeze blew from the zenith, the brazier swayed slightly, and there was a faint scent of moose in the big tent, which seemed to be more attractive.

"Your Majesty, I greet you."

Medina knelt down to salute, her figure was as graceful as a cat. Her voice trembled slightly, like a cry, like a cat's paw scratching someone's heart.

"Um."

The king was expressionless, staring at the beauty on the ground.

"What is it?"

"Your Majesty, the patriarch asked me to come over."

Medina raised her head, revealing a weeping pretty face.

"I request you to ease the punishment on the family."

Shulot raised his brows slightly and remained silent.

"Your Majesty, the Zicao family has guarded the south for generations. Kuramo City and Lake Atoyak are our homes."

There was mist in Medina's eyes. She took two steps on her knees, approaching the brazier in the tent. The flames completely illuminated her body, revealing a plump body that could be grasped, and a waist that could not be grasped.

"Your Majesty, the patriarch is willing to hand over 70% of the land and Dingkou, and only wants to keep the manor on the north shore of the lake. The Zicao family is willing to be your most loyal servant, to drive you, and to offer...our body and soul."

Having said that, the girl slowly took off her black robe, revealing her perfect body. She stretched out a jade finger, put it in her red lips, gently shook her waist, and slowly stood up from the ground relying only on the strength of her calf. Her body is so soft, like a curled up cat, suddenly stretched out, showing slenderness and laziness.

Shulot took a breath, and there was a heat surge in his lower abdomen. But at this moment, he still maintained his rationality, and said in a deep voice to the girl in front of him.

"The Zicao family must leave the southern part of the kingdom. On the northern shore of Lake Atoyak, the kingdom must be brought under direct control!"

Hearing this, Medina lowered her eyes. The king in front of her wanted to occupy her beautiful hometown and drive her family to the northern wilderness. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were full of love.

"Your Majesty, please let me dance for you, Vastyk's Cat Dance~"

Medina gave the king a coquettish look, and her eyes moved, as if water was about to drip. Then, with her hair loose, her feet bare, her body swaying, she danced in front of the king.

Xiulot's breathing gradually became heavy, and he couldn't say the words of refusal. His eyes moved with the girl's body, passing through the undulating fullness, the constricted wasp waist, and the undulating upright again. He watched Ruyu's legs dance, the silver bells on his ankles rang softly, and his pink and slender feet stepped on catwalks... The heart of a king, hot in the rising flames, experienced unprecedented tests.

Medina changed her dancing posture, showing off the beauty of a girl to her heart's content. She is like a mass of soft and boneless water, dancing in front of the king, attracting the tyrannical and wanton fire. Her footsteps beat like drums, accompanied by gasps from exhaustion, and they fell into the heart of the king. Then, the intense dance suddenly eased and paused softly. She is like a tired cat playing, silently lying on the ground, her two slender feet swaying lightly, bringing a crisp bell sound.

The bell swayed softly, and the cat fell asleep and woke up again. With a soft moan, she lay on the ground and stretched her waist seductively. Then, the cat nimbly crawled two steps, came to the king, hugged the king's leg coquettishly, raised her head, revealing a beautiful face.

With charming eyes, Medina stuck out her tongue and licked her delicate lips. Then, she looked at the king purely, like an innocent cat, and let out a soft meow.

"Meow ~"

Shulot's whole body turned crisp instantly, and the heat from his lower abdomen rushed straight to the top of his head, making his eyes turn red instantly. The king suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's arm, and grabbed her from the ground, like an eagle grabbing a cat. The breath of Rulan came to the nostrils, as if carrying some kind of aphrodisiac spice, arousing the wildest desire in the heart,

The king looked at the soft girl with red eyes, like a beast about to devour people. Then, with his last rationality and precautions, he resolutely stretched out his arms and threw the girl forward.

"Back off!"

"ah!"

Medina fell two steps and fell obliquely on the carpet. She clutched her arm in pain, with tears in her eyes. She looked at the king helplessly, and turned into a poor deer again.

"His Majesty..."

"Huh! Tell Gulamor!"

Shulot took a few heavy breaths and shouted in a deep voice.

"Hand over the fief obediently, and seal it when you go to the north bank of the Leman River! Don't play such little tricks again!"

Hearing this, Bertard glanced at His Highness and smiled quietly. There was silence in the big tent. Only the low cry of the girl.

Xiulot took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. Then, he looked at Medina who fell to the ground, and sighed lightly. The king stood up, took two steps forward, helped the girl up from the ground, and put a black robe on her.

"Metina, tell your father."

The king's movements are gentle and his words are calm.

"On the north bank of the Leman River, there is also fertile land. The land is sparsely populated and the area is vast. It is said to be more than 20,000 mu of fiefdom, but it actually has unlimited possibilities. The kingdom needs manpower to guard the north and balance the Otomi tribes. Power. Like the ancestors, he can open up frontiers, recruit barren people, and re-establish a rich territory!"

Then, Shulot took a step back and looked at the girl calmly.

"In addition, as long as Gulamo surrenders the territory as soon as possible and sets an example, the Kingdom will allow him to take hundreds more... Do you remember, Medina?"

Medina lowered her eyes and said nothing. After a while, she tightened her black robe and nodded silently.

"Well, I remember."

"Okay, then you go down!"

Shulot turned around, took two steps, and remembered something again.

"Berthard."

"Your Highness, I am here."

The samurai commander responded respectfully, returning from a state of quiet sculpture.

"Send some warriors to **** Medina back."

A smile appeared on the king's face.

"Give her another pot of hot honey tea. After dancing for so long, I have sweated a lot. Drink some hot tea to refresh myself."

Berthard nodded~lightnovelpub.net~He scooped out honeyed hibiscus tea from the clay pot on the brazier, and then poured it into a clay pot. The earthenware pot is simple in shape and bears the emblem of the royal family. It is just newly fired purple sand pottery.

"Miss Medina, let's go."

The warrior commander walked in quietly, and handed the warm clay pot to the girl's arms.

Medina nodded silently, hugging the clay pot tightly. She walked a few steps, and when she reached the big tent, she suddenly turned around and smiled wildly.

"Your Majesty, the patriarch has his plans. But I just respect you~"

Xiulot heard the reputation and looked, but saw the girl showing a charming smile. She pressed her finger to her mouth, kissed it delicately, and waved to the king.

"My king! I just want to dedicate myself to you!"

The king stood there in a daze, watching the girl's back, and disappeared outside the big tent. He felt lost. At this moment, the king's cold heart finally began to melt, and he lost his guard in front of a beautiful girl.

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