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

Xi Wang Li Yuanyang curled his lips and smiled, patted Shuo Fengyue's shoulder with one hand, and pointed to the other side:

"I am here to look for my own princess. Take this money. Have you seen the tent across the street? I have arranged for you some beautiful ladies who are good at singing and dancing. Go and have a drink. Wouldn't it be nice?"

Shuo Fengyue drew out the blade and put it against his neck: "The princess has gone to bed. If there is anything, we will discuss it tomorrow."

There were "pops" and "bangs" coming from inside the tent, the sound of porcelain breaking and things falling. Shuo Fengyue was worried and said anxiously:

"Princess, what happened?"

Li Yuanyang struggled to get into the tent. How could he miss such a good opportunity? As long as she got pregnant with his child, she would have to stay on the grassland.

It would only take a word to seize her elite troops. He listened to Li Heng's words and wanted to attack Youzhou as soon as possible. He shouted outside:

"Princess, if you feel unwell..."

Mu Jinan said angrily in the tent: "Let him go!"

Shuo Fengyue kicked Li Yuanyang away, with the sword against his heart. The soft moonlight shone on him, making him look even colder. The mask was grim, and he said in an oppressive voice:

"If you don't leave, I'll be a death warrior and I'll kill you without any problem."

Li Yuanyang pointed at Shuo Fengyue. He didn't believe that Mu Jinan could hide forever. He stood up and left cursing.

Shuo Fengyue rushed into the tent in a hurry. The dim light from the stove shone on her body. The girl was wearing a scarlet gauze gown and curled up on the bed, with sweat on her forehead.

She was breathing rapidly, her curves were vaguely visible, her skin was flushed, she bit her lips lightly, her white legs were shaking from time to time, and she was mumbling:

"Pour a bowl of cold water, quickly."

Shuo Fengyue clenched his fists, angry in his heart, lowered his head, brought a bowl of water, and turned away.

She took the water and drank it quickly. She felt dry mouth and burning body. She was so angry that her fingertips were about to pierce her palm. She said angrily:

"He... dared to give me a love potion, it must be Daomi..."

"It's so hot, go put out the stove"

Shuofengyue poured a basin of water on the fire, and the tent became pitch dark.

He listened to the girl's patient and shy mumbling, slowly approached her, touched her forehead, which was burning hot, and fed her a bowl of cold water, and asked:

"Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

Mu Jinan's fingertips accidentally brushed his clothes, and she could only see a mask in the dim light. She pulled out a golden hairpin from her bun, pointed it at her shoulder, and was about to stab it in.

Shuo Fengyue anxiously grabbed her wrist and said angrily:

"What does the princess do?"

Mu Jinan pushed him away, her eyes were charming, her skin was rosy, she was trembling a little, and she said angrily:

"Don't touch this princess, don't you want to live?"

“It’s so hot…uncomfortable…uncomfortable…”

Shuo Fengyue snatched the hairpin from her hand, threw it on the ground, and fed her a bowl of water. Water was still dripping from her lips, and she said in a charming and seductive voice:

“Hot.. so hot..”

She grabbed Shuo Fengyue's arm and bit his arm hard. Sweat soaked her clothes. She remained rational, with Li Huaijin's figure in her mind.

Shuo Fengyue was wearing a mask, so his expression could not be seen. He put one hand behind his back, bit his lips lightly, and exhaled warm breath that just brushed her cheek.

The scent of her skin lingered around him, his starry eyes turned and his Adam's apple rolled.

I endured the pain of her bite and didn't dare to say a word.

Mu Jinan leaned on the couch, curled up and dared not scream. She punched the wooden pillow again and again. Holding back tears, he gently held her slender and smooth wrist, not wanting her to hurt her hand.

She felt uncomfortable being held and became angry, pulling his arm hard with her other hand.

Shuo Fengyue was not sitting firmly, and was pulled by her like this. He suddenly leaned over and pressed on her. Mu Jinan's charming eyes were a little dull. She listened to his heartbeat and murmured:

"What is that? It hurts so much."

Shuo Fengyue clenched her fists, not daring to move. Her eyes were blazing with fire, her lips were slightly pursed, and her lazy and charming tone made people addicted:

"Princess, are you feeling better?"

Mu Jinan suppressed her anger and pushed him away. She put on her clothes and supported herself on the couch with one hand. This man knew what happened tonight and touched her. She wanted to kill him and pointed at his mask:

"Take off the mask"

Shuo Fengyue knelt on the couch, kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying in a wronged voice:

"Princess, please forgive me. I can only take off my mask in front of King Liang. Please spare my life, Princess."

Mu Jinan pulled his clothes a little tighter, remembering that he still had to teach Mongolian and that he was good at kung fu, so he swallowed his anger and waited for Yun Chi to come back, then he would kill him immediately.

She pulled out the dagger and put it against his neck, her eyes sinister:

"Don't tell anyone a word about what happened tonight."

Shuo Fengyue lowered his eyes and looked at her gritting her teeth, then nodded:

"Yes, Princess."

"Are you feeling better now? Are you still hot?"

Mu Jinan was so angry that she kicked him off the bed. In the dark night, her vision was blurry, and she pointed in the direction of his mask:

"Go get another bowl of cold water"

Shuo Fengyue handed her some water, then brought a half-bucket of cold water, wet the cloth with it, and handed it to her, whispering:

"Princess, wipe your sweat."

Mu Jinan lowered her eyes and dared not look at him. The love potion was tasteless. She also ate two bowls of rice, clutched the quilt, took the cloth and gently wiped the sweat from her cheeks, neck, and arms.

The effect of the medicine has not yet worn off, and I feel better than before.

He turned his back and listened to the girl's shy mumbling from time to time. He lowered his head and dared not move, even his back remained in the same posture.

Mu Jinan looked at him vaguely. He had gotten angry at him for no reason twice today. He felt guilty, but he had to kill him.

She lay on her side on the couch, curled up, hugged her knees, slowly closed her eyes, and felt a little relieved. After a long time, she could hear her deep breathing in her sleep.

Shuo Fengyue stood up and turned around, vaguely seeing the sad look on her face after she fell asleep. He covered her with the quilt and held the corner of the quilt tightly.

He walked out of the royal tent with light steps. The stars on the grassland were blinking, and thousands of soft lights were like snow-white clothes draped over the grass.

He leaned outside the king's tent, holding his sword, alert yet asleep at the same time, waking from time to time and listening carefully to the silence inside the tent.

...

The morning light was dim, and a ray of sunlight shone on his mask. He supported himself on the ground with his palms, his back and waist ached. It was really uncomfortable to rest in this curled up position. He shook his head and sighed, wondering if she had woken up.

He whispered outside: "Your Highness the Princess"

Looking at the footprints on the ground, he felt a little uneasy and called out "Princess" again. When he heard no sound, he quickly opened the curtains, but her figure was no longer on the bed.

Shuo Fengyue clenched the hilt of his sword and rushed to Li Yuanyang's tent. Seeing Xiao Yan guarding outside the tent, he shouted angrily:

"Step aside"

Xiao Yan couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt that the order was somewhat intimidating and oppressive. He stretched out his arm to block it:

"Don't think that you can act recklessly on the grassland just because you are the princess's guard. This is not Chang'an, this is our territory."

Shuo Feng Yue put the scabbard of her sword against his neck and said urgently, "Princess, get out of the way!"