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

Mu Jinan listened to the sound of him lying down, took off his clothes again, applied medicine powder on the back of his shoulder, and quickly wrapped it with gauze.

She quickly put on her inner garment, outer shirt and tied her skirt. She had never dressed so skillfully before.

Although there was a screen between us, her cheeks looked as if they were covered with rouge. She stroked her face with her fingers, trying to cool it down.

When she stood up, she accidentally tripped and kicked the paper in anger. Why did everything go against her?

She sat quietly at her desk, flipping through the Mongolian books. When she came across a passage she couldn't read, she asked him through the screen.

...

At midnight, Mu Jinan's eyes were dazed, her eyelashes brushing against her eyelids from time to time. She rested her chin on her hand and stared at the characters, occasionally her forehead touching the documents.

With a "bang", he immediately woke up.

Shuo Fengyue was watching her from behind the screen. She was already very sleepy, but she was holding on. The young man's gentle and clear voice came:

"Princess, are you going to bed?"

Mu Jinan looked at the bed that had been prepared on the floor, covered with a thick mattress. A man and a woman were alone in the same room. Although there was a screen, she still felt uncomfortable. She wanted to sit in front of the desk for the whole night and said calmly:

"This princess is full of energy today, you go to sleep first."

Shuo Fengyue said indifferently: "Hmm"

Mu Jinan lay on the desk, flipping through a book with her eyes half closed. Something seemed to float into her nose and throat, and she muttered:

"Smoke"

Hearing that she was silent, Shuo Fengyue, wearing a mask, got up from the couch, limped slowly towards her, and looked at the blood-stained clothes on the ground.

The fire was blazing hot, the flames blazing, reflecting on the girl's porcelain-white fingers.

He took the book from her hand, put it aside, put one hand gently around her back, and lifted her up sideways without any effort.

The girl snuggled in his arms like a quiet kitten. He endured the pain from his leg injury, bit his lips lightly, and walked over the screen.

He gently placed her on the couch, untied her skirt with his slender white fingers, and took off her coat. The girl's skin was snow-white and her rosy face was adorable.

He stood up, dragging his injured leg, exerting force on one leg, brought a basin of hot water, wet the fine cloth, and took off her shoes, boots, shoes and socks.

He gently held her ankle, his bony fingers revealing the blue veins under the candlelight, and he wiped her feet several times with a warm cloth.

He took the basin away, washed his hands twice, came to her side, bent one knee, and climbed onto the couch.

He took out the white jade medicine bottle containing the ointment, twisted the ointment lightly with his fingertips, and applied it on the girl's cheek little by little.

Gently spread the plaster evenly, wait for it to penetrate into the skin, use your finger to hook out a small piece of plaster, and apply it a second time.

In her deep sleep, the girl seemed to feel someone touching her cheek.

Her slender, cold fingers held the boy's fingers that were applying the ointment to her, and brushed the back of his hand. Her other hand tightly held his palm, with a sweet smile on her lips:

"It's so warm... Huai Jin... don't leave my dream... okay"

Shuo Fengyue had to use his right hand as her left hand was held tightly by her, so he applied the medicine to her several more times.

His warm palm touched her abdomen, and he gently pulled open the sash of the girl's white inner dress.

The red bellyband made her fair skin seem to be stained with a layer of red, pink and soft. He slightly turned his eyes away.

He touched her little by little with his fingertips, and the protruding Adam's apple on her neck trembled slightly as he touched the token she had hidden in her bellyband.

The girl's body was soft and warm, and her skin had a faint scent of peony, which seemed to touch his heart.

He took out the token from her bellyband and looked at the token made of golden nanmu wood. There were two words engraved on it:

"Flame Killer"

Mu Jinan turned over slightly and put her legs on his body. He pulled the quilt, held down her restless arms, and tucked the corner of the quilt.

She held his hand tightly, refusing to let go, her brows relaxed, and a happy smile spread across the corners of her mouth:

"Huai Jin..."

Shuo Feng Yue flicked his sleeves lightly, and the dozen candles behind the screen went out instantly. In the dark night, only his bright eyes could be seen. He clenched the token and got off the couch.

...

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone into the king's tent, and a cold breeze blew in occasionally. Mu Jinan wrapped himself in the quilt in a daze, wanting to have another sweet dream.

Meiluo entered the king's tent and looked at the mattress on the ground. Shuo Fengyue was no longer there.

She came behind the screen and whispered softly: "Madam, Madam...get up quickly...it's time for breakfast"

Mu Jinan stretched his legs straight, pursed his lips, slowly opened his eyes, feeling a little uneasy. Didn't he say he was going to sit at his desk the night before? Why was he lying on the couch?

She lifted the quilt and looked downward.

I breathed a sigh of relief and put on my underwear. Nothing happened.

She supported herself on the couch with her hands, intending to sleep on her side, but the pressure on her back shoulder all night made the wound even more painful.

She has been restless when sleeping since she was a child. She likes to roll around. Sometimes her arms are outside, and sometimes her feet are outside.

After putting on her clothes, she washed her face. Meiluo saw that the rashes on her cheeks had faded a lot, and said happily:

"My dear, wait until the rash on your face disappears, and then we will go to Fanyang for a stroll."

Mu Jinan nodded, as if that was what she was thinking. She glanced at the food, which was just simple meals. She wondered if Shuo Fengyue had had breakfast.

She touched her belly, feeling a little hungry, and smiled faintly:

"Mei Luo, go call Shuo Feng Yue and Fan Shu to have dinner together."

Mei Luo nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

Mu Jinan touched the softness of her abdomen, slowly lowered her eyes and moved them downwards, her palms vigorously groping her abdomen and body. She lowered her eyebrows slightly, lifted her eyelids, and the clear spring in her eyes instantly turned into ice:

"Where's the token?"

She hurriedly searched for the clothes she had worn yesterday, and turned them over and over again in front of the desk and on the couch.

She pushed open the screen and couldn't find it anywhere. Clothes, bottles and jars were scattered all over the carpet in the king's tent. Meiluo came into the tent and saw that she looked unhappy. She asked cautiously:

"Madam, what are you looking for?"

The wound on Mu Jinan's shoulder ached slightly, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes:

"Where's Shuofengyue?"

Mei Luo whispered, "I have been looking for Master Shuo for a long time, but I couldn't find him. The iron-hoofed horse tied beside the king's tent is nowhere to be found either."

Mu Jinan clenched her fists. He actually dared to lie to her. It was he who used the smoke to knock her out and stole her token. That was Huai Jin's Flame-killing Army token. If he found those more than 40,000 elite soldiers, the consequences would be disastrous.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Go gather all the death warriors."

Meiluo didn't dare to ask more questions and hurried out of the king's tent. After a while, dozens of assassins were standing in the vast grassland in the distance in an orderly and energetic manner.

Mu Jinan was wearing a purple dress, and the cold wind blew up the hem of her skirt. She signaled the assassins Luo Sheng and Can Ying to count the number of people. She stared at those assassins, and there was obviously no sign of Shuo Feng Yue.

Canying said respectfully: "Princess, there are forty-nine people, one person is missing, Shuofengyue"

Mu Jinan concealed the disappointment and sadness in his eyes. Even though he knew that he was the one who stole the token, he still had a glimmer of hope.

She didn't dare to show any fear or panic in front of these assassins. Her voice was like a sharp sword:

"Shuo Fengyue, you stole the Flame Killing Token. This princess orders you to pursue... to recover..."

The shadow bowed and said, "Yes, Princess, I will bring the token back."

Dozens of dead soldiers left...