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

The assassin Luo Sheng was dissatisfied. He was injured by Shuo Fengyue when he was chasing him. He bowed and said:

"Princess, he stole the Flame Killing Token, he deserves to be killed"

The dead soldier nodded slightly and said in a sharp voice:

"Princess, this man has ulterior motives. If you insist on keeping him, please be more careful in the future."

"King Liang has passed away, the princess is sad, but he is not King Liang"

"Subordinates resign"

Luo Sheng took a step forward, pointed at Shuo Feng Yue, and said angrily:

"Princess, don't leave this scourge behind."

Canying shook his head, pulled Luosheng away, and dragged him out of the king's tent. Luosheng was dissatisfied and cursed:

"Princess, you have been bewitched by him. If anything happens to you, I wonder how you will explain it to the prince in the underworld and Yun Chi and Zezhou."

Afterimage pulled him further away, trying to cover his mouth, he could only cover his mask and patted his shoulder:

"He's just a man. If he hurts the princess, we'll kill him."

"Let's go!"

Luo Sheng pointed at the afterimage, kicked the grass, clenched his fist, punched the air a few times, and patted his chest with one hand to calm down:

"Wrong Logic"

"I feel so sorry for the prince. He has only been dead for a month and his woman treats him like this."

Inside the king's tent, with the stove behind him burning, Mu Jinan watched him ripping her dress and kneeling on the ground. His injured leg was completely torn and blood stained the carpet.

She lowered her head and could only see him raise his eyes to beg for mercy, that cold mask:

"Why did you steal the Flame Killing Token?"

The half of Shuo Fengyue's eyes under the mask were wet and distressing, and the boy's clear voice echoed in her ears:

"Your Highness, I just want to find the remaining 45,000 Flame Slayers, bring them to the grassland, rescue Your Highness, and help her return to Chang'an."

She listened to his voice which was 80% similar to Huai Jin's, and her heart was in turmoil. Her eyes were covered with ripples and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

How could she believe such a lame excuse?

Shuo Fengyue's kneeling legs were getting more and more painful, and she cried:

"Your Highness, my wound hurts. It hurts so much... It hurts... Please forgive me."

Mu Jinan suddenly remembered that before Huai Jin died, he was tortured by the Taoyao Soul-Devouring Cold Blood Poison that she had concocted and was seriously injured.

She hugged him, lying on the couch, he hugged her waist, and said resentfully over and over again:

“It hurts.” “It hurts.” “It hurts, how can it not hurt?”

...

She panicked and stretched out her hand slightly. Shuo Fengyue's warm fingertips touched her cold fingertips. He slowly stood up and held her hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Mu Jinan concealed the longing in his eyes, shook off his hand, and said coldly:

"To bandage the wound"

Shuo Fengyue held her hand but it fell in vain. He lowered his eyes in grievance and sat down in front of the documents. Seeing that the kettle on the stove was still hot, he turned his eyes to look at her:

"Your Highness, is this water reserved for me?"

Mu Jinan was stunned. She knew that Shuo Fengyue's wound was very serious, and she had sent so many assassins to chase him, so he would definitely come back with injuries.

He specially left some hot water and medicine for wounds, and even placed gauze on the desk.

Looking at his whole body, he only had wounds from yesterday. Perhaps because of his great martial arts skills, those assassins were no match for him.

She sat beside him, ignoring him, and watched him lift up the hem of his trousers. His solid muscles were stained red with blood, and she felt a little distressed when she saw the wound.

She was just about to bend down to bandage his wound.

Shuo Fengyue quickly held her arm, and the young man's gentle voice, or Huai Jin's voice:

"Your Highness, you don't have to bow down to anyone."

Mu Jinan slapped his wound and said angrily:

"You are not allowed to speak to this princess in the voice of King Liang."

Shuo Fengyue felt so much pain from her palm strike that he took a breath and said in a hurry:

"pain.."

Mu Jinan's hands were stained with his blood. He washed a handkerchief and handed it to her. Mu Jinan pointed at his legs and said angrily:

"Bandage it quickly, don't dawdle"

He quickly wiped away the blood, applied medicine powder on the wound, and wrapped it with gauze.

He had a very good sense of smell, and smelling the aroma of meat, he pulled her sleeves and said in a seductive voice:

"Your Highness, I haven't eaten for a day. I'm hungry..."

When Mu Jinan listened to his imitation of Huai Jin's voice, the anger in his heart disappeared and he lowered his eyes in a hurry.

He stood up, went behind the screen, and brought out two or three bowls of hidden food.

Shuo Fengyue said with a refreshing and bright laugh:

"Thank you, Princess. I will never leave you again."

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She looked at his mask, then looked away, extinguished a few candles, went behind the screen, and got on the couch.

The girl slowly lay on her side. Through the screen, she could vaguely see the boy's tall back as he took off his mask.

Her slender white fingers gently pulled the plush blanket, the girl's bright eyes looked kind, and she suppressed the greed in her heart.

Through the screen, looking at the person who looks like him.

Listen to the sound of him putting down his bowl and chopsticks and rinsing his mouth.

In an instant, the tent was dark, and a tall figure behind the screen approached her step by step.

He crossed the screen, bent his legs slightly, and climbed onto her couch. The boy's cold voice echoed in her ears:

"Your Highness, the floor is too hard and my wound hurts, so I won't touch you."

Mu Jinan's body, which was lying on its side, moved to the side, with a few soft pillows in between.

Through the mask, his warm breath lingered on her cheek, and he asked softly:

"Your Highness, from now on, I will speak to you in the voice of King Liang and accompany you, okay?"

She endured the ripples in her eyes, her body trembling slightly. Her pain could not be seen in the darkness. Her cheeks were wet on the soft pillow, and she choked with sobs:

"it is good"

"I made you a new set of clothes and put them behind the bamboo curtain."

Shuo Fengyue lay on his side, his back slightly hunched. His voice was like a clear mountain spring, calming the mind. He said gently:

"Thank you, Princess. Close your eyes and get some sleep."

The two of them were dressed neatly and fell asleep slowly with a soft pillow between them.

She slept particularly soundly tonight, and he was still her appearance in her dreams.

He accompanied her in playing and frolicking in the palace, combed her hair, chose the most beautiful clothes for her, and carved various small animals for her.

...

The fire in the tent burned day and night. Shuo Fengyue's neck was sweating profusely and veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He seemed to be in a dream. He exclaimed:

"your Highness"

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that there was no trace of her on the bed. He sat up in shock.

Next to the couch was a purple robe with cloud patterns, which was the style of Central Plains clothing. He hurriedly put on the clothes, picked up the sword, and limped out of the king's tent.

It was still dark, he clenched his fists, rode his iron-hoofed horse, and looked for her.

The cold air came, the winding river passed through the green and yellow grass, the weather became increasingly cold, and the sound of the wind passed through his ears:

"your Highness"

"your Highness"

"Princess" "Where are you?"

"What about people?"

Her response came from the distant grassy slope: "Here"

Shuofengyue followed her voice and came to the grass slope. He jumped down angrily, limping.