In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

The assassin was dressed in black, wearing a mask, and was nine feet tall. He spoke in a deep, hoarse voice:

"Your Highness, what do you want?"

Mu Jinan was flipping through the Mongolian book. She had just changed into a peach pink double-breasted long gown. The hollow gold hairpins on her hair were shining brightly, and the rest of her black hair was scattered in front of her body.

She didn't look up, seeing that Mongolian was too difficult, and said sadly:

"May I have your name"

He lowered his head and said respectfully: "My name is Shuo Fengyue."

Mu Jinan recalled that day when Yun Chi mentioned that the people trained by Li Huaijin would be proficient in many languages ​​and have their own unique skills. She looked up at him and waved to him:

"Come here, can you understand these Mongolian words?"

Shuo Fengyue put down the sword in his hand and came to her side. He half bowed and whispered softly:

“I can understand it”

Mu Jinan sighed that these assassins were truly hidden talents, and quickly asked him to sit down. The length of the desk was just enough to accommodate two people, so he sat cross-legged beside them.

Mu Jinan pushed the inkstone on the desk in front of him, flipped through a few other books, and said in a cold tone:

“Ink Grinding”

Shuo Fengyue nodded respectfully and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

This jade-green Tao inkstone is made of fine, solid stone with elegant color. Although the Duan inkstone is more precious, Mu Jinan likes the color of this Tao inkstone very much.

He poured a cup of water into the Tao inkstone, held the ink stick in his left hand, and stirred it on the surface of the inkstone.

Maybe it was a little exaggerated to set up a fire pot in this weather, but Mu Jinan felt it was just right and warm. He had caught a cold due to the severe wind and frost on the journey, so he took this opportunity to recuperate.

She glanced at it unintentionally and shouted anxiously:

"You added so much water? Don't waste my ink stick. This is Hui ink."

"Can you work?"

Shuo Fengyue was wearing a mask, so his expression could not be seen. He was in a panic. He ran out of the king's tent holding the inkstone, cleaned it, and returned to the tent.

He placed the inkstone on the desk, not daring to move. Mu Jinan told him:

"First add a drop of water, and when the ink stick is ground into thick ink, add two or three drops of water, and repeat several times."

Shuo Fengyue did as she said and soon finished grinding the ink. The ink smelled strong. Mu Jinan pointed at the Mongolian book and took out a pen and paper.

"You teach this princess"

Shuo Fengyue moved closer to her and told her how to pronounce and describe the simplest sentence:

“The cattle and sheep have been found.”

"????? ????????? ???? ??????Peace between the two races"

"???????warrior"

"??? ???????cloth"

.....

Mu Jinan's tongue and teeth were chattering, he spoke haltingly, his eyes were helpless, and the pen in his hand was shaking. Perhaps he was a little anxious, the Mongolian he wrote was nothing like the one in the book, it was crooked and looked like a scribbled symbol.

She crumpled up the papers, tore them into pieces, threw the brush in her hand in anger, and yelled at Shuo Fengyue with red eyes:

"Can you teach me why what I wrote is different from what is in the book?"

She was a little overwhelmed. The rashes around her ears and neck became more and more numerous. The dry and cold wind made her skin dry and cracked.

If she appeases the King of Xi here, he will not let her leave. Emperor Su will let her stay on the grassland for the sake of long-term peace. If she fails to appease him, she will face the fate of being beheaded.

When Li Yuanyang attacked Youzhou, she sided with Sheng State, which regarded her as an enemy. If she sided with the grassland, it would be considered treason.

Dilemma! All roads to life and death are blocked!

The princess who married into the alliance was not allowed to return to Chang'an without an imperial decree, so she could only go back secretly.

If the plan fails, it will be a dead end, and it will kill King Liang's five thousand Yanshi Army. If they fall into the hands of the enemy, they will be no different from prisoners.

It will also implicate the family and innocent tribesmen... and there is also the custom that the son inherits the father's property and the younger brother inherits the elder brother's property...

It seems that the historical ending has been changed by killing An Lushan and Yang Guozhong in advance, but every step is getting closer to the end.

Princess Yifang got married in March and traveled for several months. She was beheaded about one or two months ago.

And she, having traveled thousands of miles, galloped to arrive here this month...seemingly trying desperately to catch up with the end...

The corners of her mouth shrunk, her mood was complicated, a tear slid down the corner of her eye, and she said coldly:

"Turn Around"

The protruding Adam's apple on Shuo Fengyue's neck trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her face away. Mu Jinan wiped away her tears, sniffed her nose, and choked with sobs, her throat burning:

"It's my fault. I have no patience and shouldn't have gotten angry at you."

Shuo Fengyue stood up and picked up the brush on the carpet. He sat in front of the desk and handed the brush to her. He looked at her sleeves stained with thick ink on the paper, reached out to help her brush up her sleeves, and said in a softer voice:

"Your Highness, I am fine."

“If you find it difficult, then don’t learn it.”

Mu Jinan bit her lip lightly, trying to calm her emotions. She wanted to adapt to this place as quickly as possible. Looking at the scribbled Mongolian, she knew that only if she could speak their language and do things that would convince them would she have a chance to make an alliance.

"Speak slower and teach me again. If you can't teach me, I will punish you by not allowing you to have dinner."

Shuo Fengyue nodded: "Yes", and the professor slowed down.

Even when he was sitting, he was almost two heads taller than her. Looking at her bending over the desk, he seemed to want to lie on it, carefully concentrating on writing every stroke, and trying to write better than before.

......

Two hours later, "Gulu, Gulu..."

what sound?

Mu Jinan lowered her eyes and looked at her lower abdomen. It had been a long time since she felt such an empty stomach. She had lost her appetite before and would vomit after eating. She waved her hands awkwardly:

"Let Berry serve dinner"

Shuo Fengyue had been sitting with her at the desk for too long, his legs were numb from the pressure, so he slowly stood up and walked outside the king's tent. It was already late, and the sky was dotted with stars. He said coldly:

"The Princess Wants to Have Dinner"

Every time Meiluo saw him, she always felt a murderous intent coming at her, chilling her to the bone. She and Fanshu quickly ordered dinner.

Inside the king's tent, Mu Jinan looked at more than a dozen colorful dishes, including the best pieces of beef, the fat and delicious mutton, fresh rabbit meat, Hu cakes, and kumis...

She called Meiluo, Fanshu and Shuofengyue to have dinner together.

Seeing Shuo Fengyue just standing there, motionless, Mu Jinan urged him:

"Take off the mask and have dinner"

Shuo Fengyue lowered his head slightly and stepped back: "Your Highness, I am a slave and cannot eat with you. Death warriors cannot show up in public."

Mu Jinan shook his head and pointed to the bamboo curtain behind him, which was just enough to block the figure of one person:

"Then go eat over there. After you eat, you still have to teach me a lesson. Don't go hungry."

She picked out the best dishes. She felt guilty for getting angry at him for no reason today, so she just took it as compensation and motioned Meiluo to take the dishes behind the bamboo curtain.

The young man sat behind the bamboo curtain, took off his mask, pursed his thin lips, and slowly began to eat, listening to the sweet laughter of the girl behind the bamboo curtain:

“I think rabbit meat tastes better than lamb”

"I can't get used to this kumis"

"It would be nice if there was osmanthus wine. When the trade fair opens, we can go shopping there."

Sweet Potato smiled and said, "My lady, will you wear grassland clothes tomorrow?"

She nodded, her mouth full of food. For some reason, she had such a good appetite today, and she didn't want to vomit.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. If you keep wearing our clothes, people will inevitably talk about you. We are here for friendship and peace, so we can accept these little things."

She pointed at the rice and said, "Mei Luo, you like rice, eat more."

Meiluo shook her head, knowing that rice was hard to come by here. Seeing her suffering from little food for the past month, feeling melancholy day and night, she felt sad in her heart and said with a hearty smile:

"My dear, I am used to eating Hu Bing now, please eat more."

...

When night fell, she went to rest after taking a bath. Occasionally, a cold wind blew into the tent. Except for the stove, it was pitch black and silent. Meiluo Sweet Potato returned to another tent.

Shuofengyue was leaning outside the king's tent, sitting on the ground, holding a sword in his arms.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he suddenly opened his eyes. The white mask looked a little scary in the dark night. He said sternly:

"who?"