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

Mu Jinan looked at him wearing the purple clothes, which was exactly the same as Huai Jin. He smiled slightly and was about to speak.

Shuo Fengyue clenched the hilt of the sword. The tall figure of the young man looked down at her, and accused her in a gloomy voice while panting:

"Didn't I tell you not to travel alone?"

"It's still dark, and you're lying on the grass with your back to the mountain. If you're attacked by wolves or kidnapped, you'll be dead..."

Mu Jinan's heart tightened, his gentle eyes ignited with anger, he raised his eyelids, stood up, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and ordered:

“You stand low”

Shuo Fengyue moved a step and stood at the bottom of the slope. Mu Jinan saw that even though he was standing low, he was still a head taller than her.

A barely perceptible hint of strangeness flashed across her brows, and the brush lifted his chin slightly.

Looking at his neck, she stood on tiptoes and stared at his half-exposed eyes. The pupils were dark black and they were a very beautiful pair of eyes.

She moved her eyes downwards and looked at his figure. His waist was so perfect.

Shuo Fengyue felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and lowered his eyes.

Mu Jinan threw down the brush in his hand. Suddenly, a hand tightly grasped his neck, and he pressed closer and closer and asked angrily:

"who are you?"

Perhaps because she pinched too hard, Shuo Fengyue's neck became red and swollen. He held her wrist, not daring to use too much force on her. She felt a little suffocated, and endured the pain in her neck:

"Princess, please spare my life. I am only the loyal soldier of King Liang, Shuo Fengyue."

Mu Jinan pinched his neck with one hand and tried to take off the mask with the other hand. He grabbed her wrist, struggled to stop her, and said angrily:

"We are warriors who will always be loyal to our master. We are not playthings for the princess to beat or scold at will. Did the princess attack us to satisfy her curiosity?"

"The rules set by King Liang are that the masks of the dead can only be taken off after the death and burial."

When Mu Jinan heard Li Huaijin's name and listened to his voice which was 80% like his, his heart softened a little.

He left her the Death Soldiers, the Flame Killers, the Secret Guards, the Secret Agents, and the Military Tokens to protect her and to resist the rebels in the future... not to humiliate her...

Feeling a little guilty, she slowly loosened her hand and looked at the five finger marks on his neck. Her nails scratched his skin, leaving a trace of blood.

She picked up the brush on the grass, said nothing, walked to the side and lay on the ground to continue writing.

"How do you say in Mongolian to pick up your relatives in Luoyang?"

Shuo Fengyue's hands were long and straight, with a few light blue veins on the back of his hands. He gently brushed the wound on his neck that she had scratched, and muttered something very quickly:

"????? ?????? ?????????? ?? ??? ????? ?????"

Mu Jinan listened to his perfunctory tone, she flipped through the book and continued to ask:

"Among the dead soldiers, is there anyone who can speak Mongolian? Don't follow me anymore."

"Personally change someone to be the princess's bodyguard"

Shuo Fengyue sneered, as if the food he left for him yesterday was all gone. He spoke in a very low voice, pressing on the wound, with his back straight, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Okay, whatever the princess says is what happens."

"He was the subordinate chosen by the princess, and now she is just throwing him away."

Mu Jinan couldn't concentrate on reading the book at all. She was already irritated. She stood up angrily and pointed at him:

"How dare you point fingers at this princess and complain about her? Are you the loyalist of King Liang or his master?"

"I asked you to leave, but you refused. I asked you to teach, but you did it perfunctorily."

"Get out of here immediately and get another guard."

Shuo Fengyue stood in front of her, motionless, his tone full of anger. He was much taller than her, looking down at her and accusing her:

"Princess, I know that it is difficult for you to adapt to the climate and language. You have been drugged, and there are many opponents eyeing you."

"Knowing that you were in a dilemma between life and death, the Emperor sent you to marry a tribe that was about to rebel."

"But if the princess can't even control her temper, how can she plan and return to Chang'an?"

"What can you accomplish if you keep getting angry and crying all the time?"

"If you really can't stand it here, King Liang's Flame-Killing Army and the Death Soldiers will escort you to a safe place. It was you who insisted on coming here and brought the Flame-Killing Army into the enemy camp."

When Mu Jinan listened to his words, her heart suddenly ached, and every word pierced her heart.

Her eyes were red and the pen in her hand fell down. It turned out that this was how King Liang's loyal soldiers, his Flame-killing Army, viewed her.

They were the ones who followed her till death, and she was worried that one day, someone would point fingers at her and scold her.

She bit her lips in grievance, and her stomach was still growling.

He picked up the paper and pen on the ground, picked up the inkstone, and held back his tears. He felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and it was painful and uncomfortable. He roared:

"When I left Chang'an, was there anyone who risked his life to plead for me and stop the marriage?"

"In their minds, they believed that I should marry a foreign prince. Whether I killed the rebels or sent the imperial concubine away, they turned a blind eye."

"Am I a real princess?"

"I was sent here ready to sacrifice at any time. My hometown won't let me go back, and the enemy won't accept me and is plotting to kill me."

"Have you seen those old men fighting for the throne? The son inherits the throne, and the younger brother inherits the throne. Once they seize power, if the emperor orders me to marry again, how many times will I have to marry before I'm seventeen?"

"Can't I even cry? Am I an iron man? I just shed a tear in front of you. When have I ever cried?"

"I'm crying because I miss King Liang. Who do you think you are? If you weren't a bit like him, I would have killed you long ago."

Shuo Fengyue was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had spoken too harshly just now and that he didn't mean that.

He just wanted to calm her down, but he really couldn't stand her pinching his neck.

He loosened his hand that was pressing on her neck, moved closer to her, and whispered softly:

"Princess, I just said something offensive. Getting angry is harmful to your health. Please don't hold it in your heart."

Mu Jinan felt annoyed whenever he looked at his mask. The thick ink on the inkstone flowed down his clothes, making his whole body black.

Every time she mentioned Li Huaijin, she would think of the pain he suffered when he died, and she couldn't help but shed tears:

"I know that you are the loyal followers of King Liang. You don't want to obey me and think that I killed King Liang."

"But I have no other place to go except this world. If there is, I will pay for your life, King Liang."

"If you don't want to follow me, leave Rao Le"

Shuo Fengyue wanted to appease her, but didn't know where to start, so he just said:

“Are you still going to learn Mongolian?”

Mu Jinan walked away with the book and inkstone in his hands, saying angrily:

"I won't learn anymore. I will marry the King of Xi, get married, find the warriors, kill Shi Siming, capture Youzhou, control Taiyuan, march straight to Chang'an, and then go to Luoyang to claim the throne."

Shuo Fengyue followed her, pulling at her sleeve. How could she suddenly change her strategy? His eyes were filled with fear and his heart was filled with anxiety. He asked:

"You want to marry King Xi?"

Mu Jinan shook off his hand, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said calmly:

"I am a princess who is married to my own husband. Is that wrong?"

"If I had known this would happen, I would have married my cousin in Xuanzhou, then so many things wouldn't have happened."