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

She searched for a long time but couldn't find the dagger. She looked up at the bright blade, which was glaring in the sun. She watched him holding the dagger and exclaimed:

"Who are you? Do you want to kill this princess?"

Shuo Fengyue placed the blade against her neck and pressed her tightly against his body. He grasped her wrists with his large, warm hands and lifted them high above her head.

His warm breath leaked out from the gap in the mask and brushed across Mu Jinan's cheek. His fingers caressed her smooth and white wrists, his voice gentle and domineering:

"I have followed King Liang since I was six years old. I have killed many people. I am his loyal soldier and I only follow his orders."

"But I will also protect his woman. I hope Your Highness the Princess will keep herself clean. If you want to find a substitute for the King of Liang and want to have sex with him, it can only be your subordinate."

Stand-in, a word that both parties know very well.

When she selected the assassin that day, she did not just point casually. She saw them clearly in front of the king's tent, and secretly glanced at him from time to time. His figure looked like him, so she chose him on purpose.

Just to relieve the longing in my heart.

Mu Jinan glared at him fiercely. The sharp sword in his eyes had killed him thousands of times. He bit his lips lightly, his eyes reddened.

"Shut up, this princess only has King Liang in her life. You are speaking foul language and are trespassing. You deserve to be killed."

Shuo Fengyue let go of her wrist, looked at the redness and swelling on her wrist, stood up and moved away, saying softly:

"I am just feeling sorry for Liang Wangming. Given the current situation, please keep me as a knife in your hand."

Mu Jinan dispelled some of her doubts, and just now she casually said that she would get married after a few years here.

The assassins were loyal and in their eyes, they all felt that King Liang died for them, so it was possible that they were venting King Liang's anger.

She stood up and wanted to brush off the dust on her body. Shuofengyue knelt down on one knee and gently brushed away the dust and weeds on her red dress.

Mu Jinan looked at the nine-foot man, who was kneeling at her feet with his body bent, and was trying to give her some kind of love potion. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and said angrily:

"Don't get so close to this princess anymore."

Shuo Fengyue stood up, sneered, and put one hand on her waist. Her perfect figure looked even more attractive in the sun:

"Your Highness, you are afraid that Prince Liang will fall in love with another man soon after he leaves, and people will talk about him."

Mu Jinan pointed at his mask, feeling dizzy with anger, and kicked him hard in the chest, angrily saying:

"You are just a dead warrior, how dare you criticize this princess?"

Shuo Fengyue did not dodge at all, and did not move a step. He felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he covered his heart with his hands, and said in an angry and vicious voice:

"Your Highness, are you angry out of shame?"

"Take away his Flame-killing Army and pretend to like him for others to see."

"You don't love King Liang at all, do you?"

Mu Jinan closed her open mouth, a strand of black hair was blown across her eyes, her wet eyes were a little red, and her fingertips pierced her skin.

She didn't love Li Huaijin, so why did she insist on letting him leave here? She didn't love him, so why did she wear mourning for him?

She didn't love him, so why did she look forward to dreaming about him every night?

She missed him more than anyone else.

With every word Shuo Fengyue spoke, he moved a step closer to her. She stepped back, and Shuo Fengyue pinched her shoulders and twisted her body around.

His tall body wrapped around her, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his chest as he gently brushed the dust off her clothes on her back.

The boy's voice was somewhat gloomy and a little arrogant. He put it close to her ear, and the mask touched her cheek:

"Your Highness the Princess indulges me, isn't it because I look a bit like Prince Liang?"

"Would you be willing to kill his double, huh?"

She seemed to have the darkness and evil thoughts deep in her heart exposed. Her body was numb and her feet were shackled as she stood there.

A substitute? She wanted to keep it to herself, but he kept mentioning it, and the two of them made it clear.

He was somewhat like him, courageous and smart, with a kingly tone and a perfect body...but his voice was not like his, and she said nothing...

She let him adjust her dress. He gently untied her skirt belt, pulled it tight so that her waist hurt a little, and then tied a perfect knot.

He straightened the hair ornament on her black hair and stood in front of her. His voice was as soft as snow, bewitching her:

"Your Highness, I do not want to sleep outside the royal tent tonight. I want to sleep in your tent."

Mu Jinan was stunned for a moment, then calmed down. He didn't want to sleep outside the king's tent? He became angry, stared at his mask, and said sternly:

“Pushing the limit”

Shuo Fengyue took off the leather water bottle from his waist, washed his hands, took out a clean green handkerchief and dripped some water on it.

He gently wiped the hives on her cheeks, sighed, and said coquettishly:

"Always leaning outside the king's tent, sleeping on the ground, my subordinate's back hurts... I can't stand it"

Mu Jinan saw that he was quite good at taking care of people. He didn't look like a dead warrior at all. He looked more like a musician in a brothel. He glared at him fiercely:

"If you can't even bear this little hardship, what kind of warrior are you?"

Shuo Fengyue changed the corner of her handkerchief, dripped some water on it, placed it on the rash on her cheek, and pressed it for a while.

He deliberately moved closer to her. She was already tall, but when he stood in front of her like this, she could just see the outline of his chest muscles under his clothes, which moved faintly with his breathing.

Mu Jinan slowly turned his head and shifted his gaze. His low, magnetic voice came from above his head, very tempting:

"I am the substitute of King Liang after all. Your Highness, can't you be soft-hearted and love me more? Hmm?"

Mu Jinan's eyes flickered. She let his fingertips press on her face, but her cheeks didn't seem to feel as burning or itchy. She smelled it carefully and found that the handkerchief had been soaked in medicine.

I thought to myself, "Does King Liang train his assassins in such a comprehensive way that he even trains them in foxy skills?"

She felt his fingertips getting warmer and warmer, and the girl's shy cheeks were a little redder than before. She was angry and stuttered:

"No, if it gets out...it will ruin my reputation. Let Meiluo and Fanshu lay a few more thick mattresses outside the tent for you."

Shuo Fengyue took out a white jade bottle from his waist, pinched a little with his fingers and applied it on her rash. His warm fingers gently stroked her cheek.

She was worried that the medicine sent by Sun Jingyi, the chief of the Aoshi tribe, was poisonous, so she did not dare to apply it.

Shuo Fengyue suddenly laughed out loud, his Adam's apple trembling slightly, and he sounded somewhat happy.

Mu Jinan looked up at his mask. Was he mocking her? She knew that she had become ugly recently and didn't want to show up on the grassland. She always wanted to hide in the king's tent. She covered her face with one hand and said angrily:

"What are you laughing at? This princess is just suffering from skin allergies due to the unfamiliar climate. Do you understand?"

Shuo Fengyue quickly grabbed her wrist, not wanting her to wipe off the medicine he had just applied, and joked:

"Your Highness, this white plaster applied on the cheek looks a bit like a kitten, so cute..."

Mu Jinan's clenched fists loosened, and the coldness in her eyes disappeared. Huai Jin would also be gentle to her like this and make her happy. He was like him.

Just let him stay by her side, just stay there, and think of it as Huai Jin accompanying her.

If she could live on, for the remaining decades of her life, the longing would be too painful, and she would want someone like him to talk with her, write with her, ride horses with her, and trick her into drinking...

She forgave his frivolity, even relaxed her guard, and didn't mention the osmanthus wine at all, sinking into sobriety.