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

Shuo Fengyue watched her writing become more and more messy. He sat on her right side, watching her clothes stained with thick ink. He picked up the ink stick, ground the ink, and said in a pleasant voice:

"Yes, Princess, but practicing calligraphy requires concentration. You have only been here for one day, so take your time."

Mu Jinan listened to his words, and his anxious expression suddenly softened. He held the pen slowly, and raised his eyes to look at his mouth shape, but saw only the mask, and lowered his head again:

"How do you say hunting on horseback in Mongolian?"

Shuo Fengyue spoke much slower than yesterday, pronouncing each word clearly, "???? ????? ???????? "

Mu Jinan repeated his words over and over again and found the corresponding text in the book. Yesterday, Shuo Fengyue had translated many Chinese characters into Mongolian.

It seemed that she was not so flustered and helpless. She felt her tongue was still tied when she spoke. She lowered her head and asked him again:

"Kill the princess, how do you say it in Mongolian?"

Shuo Fengyue loosened the ink stick in her hand, and the breeze blew her black hair, which shone in the sunlight. A few strands of hair brushed across his mask. She was still lying on the grass with a focused expression, and he was reluctant to speak.

Mu Jinan knew that he was worried, so he pretended to be calm and said, "It's just a word, it's just learning, what's the problem? Teach me quickly."

Shuo Fengyue's throat seemed to be blocked, and he stammered: "????????? ????? "

Mu Jinan compared the pronunciation and the text. He was not lying and thought of the Killing Flame Army.

Before she arrived at Raole, she sent people to Youzhou at full speed to prepare food in nearby Jizhou and other places, and also ordered:

"From today on, the Princess will eat whatever the Flame Killing Army eats. There is no need to prepare anything special."

Shuo Fengyue sighed and pointed at the words she wrote:

"Your Highness, that's not how it's written."

Mu Jinan also felt that her writing was not smooth and her drawing was not as round and beautiful as the rubbing. She stood up, looked around to see that there was no one, and lay down again.

Anyway, this person would only live for a few more days. She tore off a piece of smooth cloth from her clothes and placed it lightly on the back of her right hand. She did not dare to look at him, lowered her head and whispered:

"Hold my hand and don't let me get close to you. Don't tell anyone."

Shuo Fengyue saw her lying down, scratched her ear, and heard a deep and hoarse voice:

"Then Your Highness, please sit up."

A picture flashed through Mu Jinan's mind, and he felt something was indeed wrong, so he sat up immediately.

Shuo Fengyue sat on her right side, with his body wrapped around her back. Fortunately, he was tall and his arms were long enough to just avoid her back.

His large, warm palm held her hand through the cloth. The pen in his hand seemed to be endowed with mysterious power. Every stroke he drew was smooth and perfect, and much more three-dimensional and beautiful than what was written on the rubbings.

Her bright eyes were as clear as a spring, and her delicate cheeks covered with rashes were smiling. It turned out that there was some skill involved. No wonder it took so long to draw and it turned out to be a mess.

She became interested and asked him to teach her for a long time. She gradually mastered the skills and asked casually, "If you didn't learn well in the palace before, would the King of Liang punish you?"

Shuo Fengyue was sweating as he held her hand. It was still a bit cold in this season. He had been sitting like this, hugging her. Maintaining this posture, his body felt a bit sore. His dark and oppressive voice came to her ears:

"King Liang doesn't beat people, he only kills them and tortures them to death with cruel and brutal methods."

Mu Jinan's ears twitched, anger rising in his heart. He threw the pen away, shook off his hand, turned around and stood up.

Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and she kicked him in the heart with all her strength. Shuo Fengyue staggered and fell to the ground.

Except for the time when she saw him killing someone during the suppression of the rebellion, although Li Huaijin was arrogant and oppressive on weekdays, she had never seen him being cruel. She angrily scolded:

"You are talking nonsense. King Liang is kind-hearted. I have never seen him kill people with blood, let alone be cruel. How dare you slander him?"

Shuo Fengyue supported himself on the grass and sat up. His trembling and fearful voice came from behind the mask:

"I have seen it with my own eyes. In the water dungeon of Prince Liang's mansion, they were living a life worse than death. Their tongues were sticking out, their bodies were full of holes, they were hanging upside down in the air, and heavy stones were hanging from their heads. It was bloody and unbearable."

Although Mu Jinan likes to use poison, she still feels nauseous and frightened when she thinks of those scenes. She feels like she has a heavy stone hanging over her head. Isn't this what she said in Prince Liang's mansion when she first arrived in Chang'an?

Did he really use this method?

Li Huaijin was already dead. She would not allow anyone to throw dirty water at him. She pulled out the dagger from her waist, pointed it at his heart, and said sternly:

"That was a big mistake they made. King Liang would not kill anyone by mistake."

Shuo Fengyue looked at her knife, which was emitting a chill. The sunlight reflected on the bright blade, and he quickly knelt down, kowtowed and begged for mercy:

"Your Highness, I made a mistake. I meant that only such punishment can deter the army. I did not mean to criticize King Liang."

She saw that he didn't seem to be dissatisfied with King Liang, so she put away the dagger. Perhaps she was too nervous and making a big deal out of nothing. He was a death warrior, how could he criticize King Liang?

Mei Luo's voice came from a distance: "Madam." She hurriedly ran down the hillside and looked at Shuo Fengyue kneeling. For some reason, she felt scared.

Mu Jinan motioned for her to pick up the paper and pen on the ground, and then asked her, "Meiluo, what's the matter?"

Meiluo was standing right in front of Shuo Fengyue who was kneeling on the ground. She was a little afraid of him, so she couldn't help but pull Mu Jinan to the side:

"Two people came to the king's tent, saying they were the leaders of the Chuhe tribe of Qilizhou, and there was another one whose name I don't remember, and they wanted to see you."

Mu Jinan patted the dust off her clothes. The warm sun shone on her cheeks. The hives became more and more red, swollen and itchy. She couldn't help scratching her cheeks and wondered:

"I have read some records of foreign tribes in the palace library before. Among the five Xi tribes, Ahui was in the Raole Military Governor's Office, and the other four tribes were all provincial governors. They were controlled by the Yingzhou Military Governor's Office and the Pinglu Jiedushi, and were also subject to Raole."

"The names of the remaining three..."

Shuo Fengyue glanced at her neck, her cheeks flushed, her fingers kept scratching, her knees were a little painful, and she continued:

"Aoshi's Luogui Prefecture, Duji's Tailu Prefecture, Yuanshizhe's Keye Prefecture, each with its chieftain Ruhezhu as governor, under the jurisdiction of Raoyue Prefecture"

Seeing that he was still kneeling on the ground, Mu Jinan knew that what he said was correct, which showed that he worked hard every day. He felt sorry for attacking him just now, and his voice was much gentler than usual:

"Get up"

"Tell me what you know"

Shuo Fengyue walked in front of her, his tall body completely blocking the sunlight behind him. Looking at the rash that had merged into one piece, he shook his head and lowered his eyes and said:

"Your Highness, please don't scratch your cheeks like that. The pain and itchiness will become unbearable. You also need to trim your nails."

Mu Jin lowered the finger that was soothing his cheek and nodded: "Let's talk business."

Shuo Fengyue accompanied her and walked towards the king's tent, continuing:

"Except for the Ahui tribe, the remaining ones are the Chuhe tribe and the Aoshi tribe. The strongest are those who intend to fight for the throne. The chieftain of the Chuhe tribe governs well and claims to advocate peace. Their tribe is the richest."

"Aoshi's tribe was wavering and often colluded with Pinglu and Youzhou in private."

Mu Jinan couldn't help scratching her neck. The green grass under her feet was soft and comfortable. The breeze blew up her long skirt. The emerald beads on her forehead collided from time to time, making a crisp sound. She sighed and said:

"There is no soldier who doesn't want to be a general. It's one thing to advocate peace, and it's another to want to be a king. Advocating peace may just be a move to confuse the King of Xi and the Central Plains."

"King Xi is still here, and they came to see me so blatantly. They are old foxes. They are trying to find out my attitude and win me over, while making Li Yuanyang more afraid of me."

"This is telling this princess that here, you can only choose one of the two, and you will inevitably offend the other party."