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

Mei Luo looked puzzled. She took out a bottle of golden wound medicine from the box and accidentally saw the bloodstains on Mu Jinan's red clothes. She was shocked and said:

"Madam, you are injured. I will bandage you first."

Mu Jinan shook his head and said, "I'll do it myself. I still have medicine. Go and get it quickly."

Mei Luo knew she couldn't persuade her, so she hurriedly ran out of the king's tent to find Shuo Fengyue.

Mu Jinan slowly took off her clothes, biting a piece of cloth in her mouth. She gently wiped the blood on her shoulder, turned her neck back, lowered her eyes to look down, and lightly applied medicine.

When the powder fell, she cried out in pain: "Ah..."

Having killed many people along the way and been injured many times, she can now endure the pain.

She breathed in cold air, her face pale, and wrapped the gauze around her shoulders, round and round, her brows furrowed in worry.

When the arrow was shot over, it was blocked by the tree trunk and injured her shoulder.

But he had no protection in front of him at the time, so it was unknown how seriously he was injured.

Meiluo returned to the king's tent and saw that Mu Jinan had been bandaged. She whispered:

"Madam, I see that Lord Shuo is seriously injured, and there is a lot of blood on his clothes."

"There were many dead men gathered in that tent, there was not even hot water, and each person only had a small couch and a hard board."

Mu Jinan felt guilty. He was trying to save her. If she hadn't left alone and got lost on horseback...

"Then send someone to bring him here. The princess is right outside the tent."

Mei Luo lowered her head and said, "I took the initiative to bring him here. He is outside the tent."

Mu Jinan put on his clothes and hurried out. His face could not be seen through the mask. His black clothes were covered in blood. She was stunned for a moment, only feeling pain in her body. She hurriedly said:

"You rest in the tent first, I will be outside"

Two men supported Shuo Fengyue. A faint fragrance filled the tent. He sat beside the couch. The two assassins lowered their heads, took off his clothes, and lifted up his trouser legs.

The wound on his back was shocking. The arrow had pierced his calf. The soldier cried out:

"If you pull out the arrows at the same time, you will suffer less pain."

Shuo Fengyue lowered his head, gritted his teeth and endured the pain: "Hurry up"

Two assassins, one holding the arrow in his back, the other holding the arrow in his calf, looked at each other and pulled out the arrows at the same time.

"what..."

Shuo Fengyue couldn't hold back the pain and cried out. He felt pain all over his body, and the wounds felt like they were sprinkled with salt water, burning and tearing.

He clutched the quilt on the couch, the obvious blue veins on the back of his cold white hands seemed to be about to burst through the skin, blood flowed down his back muscles, staining the white fox fur, and his chest was covered with sweat.

Blood splattered their white masks.

Mu Jinan was standing outside the tent. She heard a scream and suddenly felt pain in her chest. With red eyes, she shouted:

"What's wrong"

A voice came from inside the tent: "Princess, it's alright, I have already pulled out the arrow for Lord Shuo."

Mu Jinan clenched his palms and paced back and forth. The treatment conditions here are not good. What if?

She shook her head. He would be fine. It was not easy for a assassin to die. His physical fitness was also better than others.

She pursed her lips lightly, wondering why he was like that, risking his life to save her, why should she block it.

She kicked the tent with one foot, choking and said in a somewhat collapsed voice:

"How is it now?"

A voice came from inside the tent: "Princess, I am cleaning Lord Shuo's wound and applying medicine."

Mu Jinan's lips turned pale, and her cheeks burned as the cold wind blew. She touched the remaining plaster on her face, and her thick eyelashes brushed across her eyelids, hiding the gloom and sadness in her eyes.

Inside the king's tent, Shuo Fengyue did not take off his mask. He bit his teeth and lips. A few traces of blood from the corners of his lips flowed down the inside of the mask and dripped from his chin. He endured the pain like this, and the wound on his back was applied with medicine powder.

The two assassins bandaged the wound expertly with gauze.

Shuo Fengyue put on his inner clothes and slowly lay down on the couch. Two assassins walked out of the tent carrying two basins of blood.

Mu Jinan looked at the blood, shifted his gaze, tears welled up in his bright eyes, turned his head and asked:

"Will the assassins really risk their lives for King Liang?"

A soldier bowed his head and said respectfully: "Princess, I pledge my loyalty to you, just as I pledged my loyalty to King Liang. I will never regret it, whether I live or die."

She nodded, lifted the curtain, and walked with heavy steps.

She did not dare to go up to him, but sat in front of the fire with her back to him, scooped a few buckets of water into the kettle, put it on the stove, and heard a worried voice:

"Does it hurt?"

Shuo Fengyue lay on the couch, his deep eyes beneath the mask were bloodshot, and a haggard and weak voice came out:

“It doesn’t hurt”

"It just soiled Her Royal Highness's white fox fur coat."

Mu Jinan took a fan and was in a hurry. The charcoal was a little damp, so she fanned it hard to make the flame burn brighter.

That was a weapon arrow, made of copper. When pulling out the arrow, the shaft could not be broken, but had to be pulled out together with the arrowhead. The bleeding and pain were unbearable for ordinary people. She said in a sad voice:

"A ragged dress, nothing to worry about"

"As long as you are well, anything is fine"

Shuo Fengyue looked at her petite body sitting in front of the stove, fanning herself with her eyes blurred. She didn't even change her bloody clothes. He said worriedly:

"Your Highness, please sit down and rest for a while. Don't tear the wound open."

Mu Jinan shook his head, sniffed, and whispered:

"This princess is only slightly injured."

She looked solemn, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a hint of blame in her voice:

"This princess asked you to learn from King Liang, not to learn from him to risk your life and block arrows like him."

Shuo Fengyue moved slightly, propped up one hand on the couch, stood up slightly and asked:

"Will Her Royal Highness Princess ever forget King Liang and fall in love with me?"

Mu Jinan stopped fanning himself, and said in a decisive and heavy voice:

"No, the King of Liang is my husband. You can only accompany me and learn to be like him. You can't be with me."

Shuofengyue's back sank slightly, and he lay down again, looking at her back.

The fire grew brighter and brighter, reflecting on the girl's delicate cheeks. Her fair skin was free of impurities, and the rashes gradually faded.

"Gurgle, gurgle" the water boils.

She poured a bowl of hot water and blew on it, then stood up and walked to him, placed the bowl on the couch, and moved the screen over to block him.

She turned her back and whispered, "This princess will not take off your mask again. You must have sweated a lot while pulling out the arrow just now. Drink some hot water and you will feel better."

Mu Jinan stood behind the screen, listening to the sound of him taking off his mask and placing it on the couch. She was extremely curious. Was he really just a death warrior? He had no relationship with her at all, but he would fight so hard for her?

I was puzzled: "Why did he know my and my cousin's skills? Why did Xiao Yan get poisoned?"

The tent was unusually quiet. The sound of him drinking water could be heard. Mu Jinan hesitated, raised his eyebrows, took a step back, and wanted to turn around with trembling fingers, but he could only hear a voice behind him:

"Your Highness, I want to drink another bowl."