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

Mu Jinan knew that Zezhou only brought a small number of death warriors.

She lay on the desk, staring at the back of his hand. She had never looked at Li Huaijin's hands carefully before, and now she couldn't tell them apart.

She missed him very much, but she also hoped that it was not him. She just wanted him to live well in another world.

She had already watched him die once and could not bear any news of his misfortune.

She asked curiously, "How would you rank among handsome men?"

Shuo Fengyue paused with the pen in his hand, and tapped her nose with the tip of the pen:

"First"

Mu Jinan wiped off the thick ink on the tip of his nose, and hurriedly went to find a bronze mirror, cleaned it with water, and asked:

"Do you think Shi Siming will sign a trade treaty with us?"

Shuo Fengyue turned a page, looked at Meng Yu carefully, and said calmly:

"Yes, he needs money to recruit soldiers and prepare supplies. The trade will bring him a lot of profit."

"But he will pretend to shirk responsibility and wait for King Xi to give him benefits."

Mu Jinan sat down at the desk, dipped a drop of ink with his fingertips, smeared it on the back of his hand, and asked:

"King Xi himself has no money, how can he give him benefits?"

Shuo Fengyue stretched out his injured leg so that he could sit more comfortably. He turned his wrist slightly, lowered his eyes and smiled:

"A lean camel is bigger than a horse. The King of Xi is in charge of nearly a million people, so he doesn't need that little money."

"But this benefit cannot be given to Shi Siming, it must be given to you."

Mu Jin was relieved. If the money was given to Shi Siming, he would use it to rebel. But King Xi was still thinking about her dowry, so how could he give it to her? She blinked her eyes:

“How can I get this benefit?”

Shuo Fengyue was stunned for a moment, dipped a drop of ink on the tip of his pen, and moved his sleeves up a little:

"Prince Liang once took you to raid Shen Yuzhong's residence, and I followed the imperial guards."

Mu Jinan suddenly had an idea. He held his chin and looked at the mask on his face, and whispered softly:

"You mean, I should first persuade King Xi to give Shi Siming some benefits, and then snatch it from Shi Siming."

Shuo Fengyue nodded, and the boy's bright and refreshing voice echoed in her ears:

"No wonder King Liang is obsessed with you, you are really smart"

Mu Jinan smiled faintly. This way she could have some extra money to improve the food for the Shiyan Army.

She sat beside him, dripped two drops of water into the inkstone, slowly ground the ink, and asked:

"Do you think the chieftain of the Aoshi tribe, Sun Jingyi, will really kill King Qi?"

Shuofengyue turned another page and continued to translate carefully:

"Maybe not when you are sane, but definitely when you are crazy"

"However, Her Royal Highness Princess should send someone to deliver a letter to the King's relatives and friends in advance, so that they can know as soon as possible that something has happened to the King."

Mu Jinan patted the documents on the table with her palms. The girl's bright peach blossom eyes were extremely determined, and a calculating smile appeared at the corner of her lips:

"King Qi is dead. The Qixuan tribe is fighting for the throne. He died in the territory of King Xi of the Qingque tribe. The Qingque tribe and the Qixuan tribe are at loggerheads. This princess is just sitting on the mountain and watching the fight."

A clear and stern voice came from under the Shuofengyue mask, like a person watching the chess game, with a hint of smile:

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone, fishing with a yellow bird, killing two birds with one stone"

Mu Jinan pushed the inkstone towards him and whispered:

"King Xi's counselor Xiao Yan has been dismissed, and the new counselor..."

Shuo Fengyue shook her head and stroked her head with one hand. Mu Jinan just heard him say that it was not Huai Jin, and didn't want him to be so close to her, so she hid back:

"Eat something and then write."

Shuo Fengyue watched her subconsciously avoid him and deliberately tugged at her dress. She was pulled closer to his arm and the young man tried to probe with a hint of jealousy in his voice:

"Your Highness, how are you going to spend your wedding night with King Xi?"

Mu Jinan lowered her eyes, her fingertips entwined around the skirt, tying a knot, and murmured:

"I'll find some pornographic pictures. If you don't know how to do it, just follow them..."

Shuo Fengyue covered her mouth with his warm fingers, stopped writing, and spoke a threatening and intimidating voice through the mask, as if carrying an aggression that wanted to swallow her up:

"You dare... You are not allowed to look at him, or get close to him, or even hook his chin with your fingers... You are not allowed to enter his tent..."

"On your wedding night, I will stand guard before you two."

Mu Jinan's eyes widened. What did she just hear? She scratched her ears. Waiting in front of her on her wedding night? She wanted to poison or knock King Xi unconscious.

On the day of horse training, I didn't mean to hook Li Yuanyang's chin, I just wanted to hit him on purpose. At that time, I went to Li Yuanyang's tent just to tell him about picking up Shi Siming...

She bit his finger gently, and he held it tighter. The boy's possessive voice made her dare not resist:

"Did you hear me"

Mu Jinan nodded quickly, pulled off his fingers, and breathed heavily:

"Shuo Fengyue, are you going to smother this princess to death?"

Shuo Fengyue patted her back gently, poured her a bowl of water, and fed her a drink. He imitated his voice, deliberately dragging out the ending of every word he said, emphasizing his tone:

"Princess, if you are curious about sex, I will teach you. Just follow me and I will be gentle with you."

Mu Jinan really wanted to kick him, but looking at the injuries on his body, he held back:

"You're a stand-in, don't be so jealous"

Shuo Fengyue's fingers lightly pinched her fair and soft neck, and her overbearing and fierce voice made it impossible for her to refute:

"I will be the princess's favorite substitute."

"If it weren't for this mask, the princess would be under me right now."

Mu Jinan pinched her thighs with her fingertips. She listened to his voice, her eyes a little confused, and shook her head to stay awake.

"No, we agreed that you can only accompany me to write and work together for the great cause, but you can't touch this princess."

Shuo Fengyue snorted coldly, flicked the fingers on her neck, and said in a low and magnetic voice:

"In the next few decades, Your Highness Princess, if you can hold back for a while, can you hold back for a lifetime?"

"I can wait for you all my life"

Mu Jinan picked up the inkstone and smashed it on his head, his bright eyes flashing with murderous intent, and he said sternly:

"Shut up. If you dare to seduce me like this again, I will let Canying Luosheng kill you."

Shuo Fengyue acted very quickly and the inkstone had already fallen on his head. If he had been slower, he might have been crushed to death.

He grasped the inkstone in her hand, and through the mask, his sinister and violent voice was frightening:

"Your Highness, have I ever told you not to treat your subordinates as toys to be beaten or scolded at will?"

"If you continue like this, I will not tolerate it and will let the princess give birth to the child in the middle of next autumn."

He snatched the inkstone from her hand and threw it on the carpet, causing the books on the desk to fall to the ground.

Shuo Fengyue grabbed her two wrists with one hand, lifted them lightly above her head, leaned over her slightly, and pressed her down, using his fingers to forcefully untie the knot on her skirt.

Mu Jinan's strength was no match for him. His warm palms kept moving around and his breathing became heavier, like a wild beast staring at its prey and refusing to let go.

She said anxiously: "Let go, King Liang will kill you if he finds out."

Shuo Fengyue snorted coldly, looked at the red marks on her neck left by being pinched, and stared at the scarlet bellyband in front of her.

The girl's skin was snow-white, and was slightly moist from her struggle just now, with a hint of blush, which was really alluring.

He gently brushed his fingertips over the largest peony flower on his bellyband:

"Princess, why do you embroider peach blossoms and peonies on your bellyband?"

Mu Jinan's face was red, like a ripe apple, his legs and feet kept moving, he was at a loss and said:

"Don't look, stop."