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

Shuo Fengyue deliberately used a little more force, looked at the cinnabar mole under her right shoulder, rubbed it with his fingertips, and heard a deep and magnetic voice:

"This mole looks very attractive. I wonder if there is another mole like this on your body, Princess. I want to look for it and see."

As he spoke, his fingertips extended under her bellyband and touched her skin. She suddenly tightened her abdomen and panicked:

"Peony is the token of love Huai Jin gave to me, and peach blossom is this princess."

"Shuo Fengyue, this princess will never beat or scold you again, let me go first"

Shuo Fengyue slowly sat up and looked down at her. She felt uncomfortable being stared at and turned her head away.

He suddenly pulled her up with force, and she fell into his arms. When he loosened her wrists, she hid in his arms and reached out to find the belt of her skirt, trying to tie it up.

Shuo Fengyue hugged her tightly. Her body was getting hotter and hotter, yet so soft and boneless that it was hard to bear. He could hear his heavy breathing:

"Don't move"

"Be careful of getting into trouble"

Mu Jinan stopped her hand, her brain went blank for a moment, she didn't know what she had touched just now, and she retracted her hand.

Shuo Fengyue lowered his eyes and looked at her shyly and fearfully. The young man's youthful laughter echoed in her ears:

"I will help the princess tie and dress."

He gathered the clothes that were scattered on both sides of her shoulders, pulled them in front of her, and lifted her arms and placed them on his shoulders.

The slender and bony fingers slightly lifted the straps on both sides, circled around her abdomen, pulled the straps around her waist, and then circled back in front of her body.

Tie a perfect knot.

Seeing Mu Jinan standing there in a daze, with red cheeks and a nervous look, and his hands still on his shoulders, she couldn't help but tease her:

"Your Highness, have you not hugged me enough? Or do you want to do something else? I didn't satisfy you."

Mu Jinan's heartbeat inexplicably quickened. The voice he just spoke was not just 80% similar, it was exactly the same.

Her gaze seemed to be drawn as she stared at the half of his eye that was exposed by the mask. Tears welled up in her eyes as she choked up and said:

"Huai Jin..."

Shuo Fengyue lowered her eyes, turned her head and gently put down her wrist that was on his shoulder, and said coldly:

"Your Highness, I am not the King of Liang. I have a name, Shuo Fengyue. Even if I am a substitute, I hope you will call me by my name."

He stood up, helped her up, tidied up her messy hair, and limped to the other side.

He found a lavender cloak in the box. It had a hooded collar at the back and the snow-white fur collar felt very warm.

Mu Jinan looked at his legs. If he was really Huai Jin, he would have slept on the grass outside the queen's tent. He was injured so badly, and she had beaten and scolded him many times.

She would not be willing to use such harsh hands on Huai Jin. It was only a short distance inside the king's tent, but she saw that he was limping and taking every step with difficulty.

She made the high-spirited, aloof and cold young prince limp. Wouldn't his legs become like this from now on?

It was a bronze arrow that pierced the flesh and bones of his right leg.

Perhaps it was only after losing him that I discovered every side of him. He was high-spirited, aloof and cold, scheming, vicious and cruel...

Shuo Fengyue wiped away the tears on her cheeks, put the clothes on her, and tied the cloak tightly. The young man said in a bright and cheerful voice:

"Your Highness, this cape is the same color as my clothes. It looks really nice."

"Today, the food for the Flame-killing Army should arrive. I will go with the princess to take a look."

Mu Jinan sniffed, tears streaming down her face. He cleaned the towel, wiped it gently on her face, and said gently, "I'm so sorry, so sorry."

"Princess, don't cry, don't hurt your eyes"

I heard Meiluo's voice coming from outside the king's tent:

"My lady, Lord Canying Luosheng is here."

Mu Jinan lowered his eyes, put away his sadness, and endured the pain in his heart:

"come in"

The afterimage entered the king's tent. Luo Sheng looked at the two people standing there in a daze. Mu Jinan's nose was still red, his eyes were red and swollen, and there were scattered books on the ground.

The shadow said respectfully: "I have prepared the cane."

As she spoke, she handed the cane to Mu Jinan. She looked at the cane and saw that it was exquisite and just the right size for He Shuo Fengyue's height. She stuffed it into his hand and said coldly:

"You have difficulty walking, so use this cane from now on."

Luo Sheng noticed that something was wrong with Mu Jinan, and immediately blamed Shuo Fengyue:

"Shuo Fengyue, did you bully the princess? Why are her eyes red?"

The afterimage pulled Luo Sheng and whispered:

"Shut up about the Master's business."

Luo Sheng pushed away the afterimage, walked forward, saw that Shuo Feng Yue was taller than him, and was a little further away, and pointed at Shuo Feng Yue's mask:

"I'm asking you a question. Are you bullying the princess?"

Shuo Fengyue raised his chin, his posture straight, and said only one word:

"Yes"

Luo Sheng drew his sword from its sheath, put it to Shuo Fengyue's neck, and said angrily:

"You are just a lowly slave. How dare you insult the princess and blaspheme the princess?"

"Today, I will kill you for King Liang"

Seeing that Shuo Fengyue did not dodge, Mu Jinan immediately stopped him and said:

"Luosheng, put down your sword. He didn't bully me. I missed my hometown so much that I lost my temper and hit him."

Canying quickly pulled Luosheng away, snatched the sword from his hand, and said angrily:

"The princess will deal with the people around her. You are a deadly soldier who has forgotten the rules and asked about the master's affairs. I will lash you with twenty lashes."

Luo Sheng clenched his fist: "Twenty is twenty"

"Shuo Fengyue, if I find you making the princess cry again, I will kill you."

He said respectfully: "Princess, I will take my leave."

Mu Jinan left the king's tent with anger suppressed in his heart, and told Canying:

"Don't whip him, he just cares about this princess."

The shadow held the sword in his hand and said respectfully: "Yes, Princess"

After leaving the king's tent, Mu Jinan rode on the white horse of Wujumchin and gave the iron-hoofed horse to Shuofengyue. The two rode towards the distant camp.

The sky gradually cleared up, the azure blue was embedded in the white snow, floating clouds filled the sky, the snow-capped mountains in the distance were shimmering, and a ray of sunlight shone on them on the vast green and yellow grassland.

Mu Jinan was riding a white horse, wearing a lilac cloak, the snow-white fur on his collar was blown by the wind, his eyes were deep and round, bright and lively.

"Hurry, urry"

Shuo Fengyue walked side by side with her, also riding a white horse and wearing the purple cloud-patterned gown that she had made herself.

The breeze blew up his long black hair which was half loose under his bun. The boy's back was straight and the corset perfectly outlined his waist.

Although he was wearing a mask, one could tell that he had a handsome appearance, like a young man.

It's like a perfect couple made in heaven, a pair of perfect people, galloping between heaven and earth.

The young man stayed with his beloved until his death.

His heart was full of love, he only had eyes for her, he chased after her and wanted to be with her for the rest of her life.

"Hurry, urry"

Meiluo rode the horse with Fanshu, holding the reins with one hand, looking at the two people in the distance. She felt that Mu Jinan was different today. A smile appeared on the corner of her lips:

"My wife and Shuofengyue are a good match"

Fanshu saw that although Shuo Fengyue was respectful in front of Mu Jinan, he always raised his chin when looking at others, with an intimidating aura.

She was frightened by his voice several times and dared not speak. She grabbed Mei Luo's clothes in front of her tightly:

"This North Wind Moon God is mysterious"

“I wonder who is under the mask?”