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

Mu Jinan felt that he was getting stronger and stronger, and her cheek seemed to be buried in his neck. She felt a little suffocated, and her little hands fluttered and hit his chest:

"Let me go, are you trying to suffocate me?"

Li Huaijin realized that she was too strong, and he quickly let her go. Her cheeks were redder than a candle. He couldn't help but smile, and a faint voice came into his ears:

"Ma'am, are you nice?"

Mu Jinan still had one hand on his heart. When she heard this, her neck flushed. She hurriedly looked away, not looking at him, and sat aside.

Seeing that she was silent, it made the young man's heart ache. He stroked her Adam's apple with his fingers, and stared at her prey with aggression in his eyes, still savoring the memory:

"My wife is very beautiful, but I am afraid of lust."

Mu Jinan looked at the desire in his eyes and his hand holding the wine bottle trembled. How could he be so straightforward? He drank it all in one gulp.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine invaded the girl's skin, the fragrance spread, snowflakes fell outside the tent, and the girl inside the tent was melancholy:

"Green ants and new wine, a small red clay stove, drifting in a foreign land, I don't know what the snow in Chang'an looks like, even if it is the remaining snow, it would be nice to just take a glimpse of it"

Suddenly, the young man said in a sharp voice:

“I want to change my plans”

Mu Jinan was frightened by his sudden shout, and the wine spilled onto the carpet:

"Why"

Li Huaijin's cold eyes under the mask seemed to reveal an evil charm, and he was confident:

"Get married soon, I will marry you, I can't wait"

This kiss made the young man anxious and confused. He was afraid that one day she would hate him, and he wanted her to belong to him forever.

She saw the fire in the boy's eyes as he pressed her head down. She wondered in her heart, could he be that kind of violent man?

I could hear a noisy argument outside the tent, and what sounded like the sound of swords being drawn:

"How dare you stop me from entering my own tent?"

A voice from inside the tent: "Let him in"

When the curtain was lifted, Li Yuanyang saw the tall and straight figure of the young man, with a blush under his black clothes and a cold look under his snow fox mask. The little princess, wearing a wedding dress, stood beside the young man, and they stood side by side, like a perfect couple.

The two men were so imposing that the fire in the tent seemed to be soaked in ice and exuded a chilling murderous intent.

Li Yuanyang approached slowly, with a look of anger hidden under his eyes:

"Prince Liang, long time no see. It turns out the little princess refused to consummate the marriage because you were in Raole."

"Prince Liang has disrupted the marriage between the two tribes. Have you asked the emperor for instructions? Aren't you afraid that he will punish you?"

Li Huaijin's pupils did not change at all, and his voice was cold and stern:

"I will protect my beloved wife, regardless of life or death"

Li Yuanyang wanted to reach out and hold Mu Jinan's hand, but she took a half step back, her eyes determined:

"Jin'an lives and dies for Huaijin's wife"

Li Huaijin's heart trembled, his eyes lit up, and his cheeks under the half mask were like a spring breeze, and he only thought in his heart:

"There is no doubt that you will be pleased with me in this life."

Li Yuanyang saw that they were of the same mind, and jealousy spread. He picked up the jade cup, filled it with wine, walked in front of her, and slowed down his tone:

"My little princess, I have specially ordered that you prepare this wedding wine according to your Central Plains customs. Please drink with me."

Mu Jinan took the jade cup and threw it to the ground, his eyes showing no disdain for him:

"This princess doesn't drink"

Li Yuanyang looked at her with hidden eyes and drank the glass of wine alone:

"Little Princess, do you hate this king so much?"

Mu Jinan did not hesitate at all: "Yes, this princess only hates you"

Li Yuanyang's straight back bent down, and after a moment of silence, he roughly picked up the wine jug and poured some wine into his mouth.

Mu Jinan stared at him. Such good osmanthus wine was given to this vulgar man to drink:

"This is my wine. Who allowed you to drink it?"

Li Yuanyang drank a pot of wine and leaned on the couch, his face was somewhat tender and his eyes were slightly sad:

"Chang'an is the hostage, the dim lights accompany me, the sweet osmanthus is unintentional, the cold snow is a drunken shadow, in my dreams, I look at the snowy grasslands"

"I hate this sweet-scented osmanthus wine the most. Mare's milk wine tastes better."

Mu Jinan glared at him: "You're so annoying, but you're still drinking."

Li Yuanyang's voice was low and contained a hint of smile:

"If the little princess had come to Chang'an earlier, your kindness might have made us friends. Now the one who is talking with you by candlelight at night should be me."

Mu Jinan had a look of surprise on his face, not understanding what was meant. Li Huaijin immediately pulled Mu Jinan back a step.

Li Yuanyang laughed up to the sky. Who in the world would be willing to be a hostage? His father's last words were "peace, stability, and life"

He didn't want to listen to his father. He resented Chang'an, hated the emperor, and was jealous of their power.

He wanted his people to walk freely in the world, trade with each other on an equal footing, live in prosperity and contentment, and conquer and expand their territory.

His people could also grow crops in the fertile land of the Central Plains, and they would not have to worry about their cattle and sheep freezing to death in the ice and snow in winter. They could wear luxurious clothes without having to wait for the emperor to reward them with silk.

"The vast mountains and rivers, the nine regions of Kunling, the fertile land, can belong to you, the people of the Central Plains, as well as to us, the people of the grasslands. There is nothing wrong with fighting for your lives, and this king will not do the same."

Li Huaijin pursed his lips slightly. The strong oppress the weak, and the weak depend on the strong. When the weak are fully grown, they will rebel.

But he was a member of the royal family of Sheng State, and he despised Li Yuanyang's brutal methods. The young man said in a clear tone:

"As a king, you should be strict with your officials and kind to your people. You should love your people like your own children. Slaves are also your own people. You tortured and killed them. This is a common practice among the people. Powerful merchants kidnapped and sold slaves, and countless innocent people died. How can you be worthy of being a king?"

Li Yuanyang sighed, feeling that what Li Huaijin said made some sense, but no one had taught him this way.

He knew that he did not have the talent like Li Huaijin. His father had passed away and his mother had left him. He had no one to educate him, but he still could not kill the traitor.

When he was at his weakest and in need of guidance the most, he was alone and held hostage for six years. When he returned home, his father had passed away.

He vaguely remembered that not long after he arrived in Chang'an, he could only speak Mongolian, and the nobles around him only spoke Chinese, which he could not understand, let alone read.

It took me a long time to learn Chinese. I had to go to the Daming Palace Library secretly and give money to the palace servants to get a few good books.

At night, there was an oil lamp, a ray of light, and he lay on the couch in the cold wind and frost. The paper was yellowed and wrinkled, but the ancient Chinese characters were difficult. He could not appreciate the context and could not understand the meaning.

Every time he attended court, he stood at the last seat in the Xuanzheng Hall and could not hear clearly the emperor and his ministers' strategies for governance.

He is often alone and has no close friends. There are too many princes, grandchildren, princesses and daughters of Chang'an. It is a blessing for them not to gang up on him. How could they truly accept him and keep him company?

He should have been the mighty wolf king of the grassland, but he turned into a lapdog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

I have been hiding in the abyss for many years, waiting for the future.

He and Mu Jinan, one the hostage king and the other the apologetic princess, seemed to be in the same boat and seemed like a perfect match.

Li Yuanyang leaned back and caught a glimpse of Mu Jinan, who was wearing a wedding dress, gentle and pretty, and quietly staying beside Li Huaijin.

He raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and his eyes flashed with a few vague emotions, but soon he regained his composure:

"King Liang, when the little princess was chasing me, you blocked the arrow, so you saved me."

"It's just that the little princess is the wife your emperor promised me. Her life and death are up to me."

Li Huaijin was sitting on the stool with dark eyes. He stood up. Mu Jinan immediately persuaded him to sit down. Li Huaijin said coldly:

"With this king here, she has nothing to worry about. Her life belongs to her."

Li Yuanyang lay on the couch without taking off his shoes and boots: "What if the three of us join forces to kill Shi Si and march straight to Chang'an?"

Mu Jinan was relieved. He was drunk. Without Shisi's troops, it would be difficult for him to go to Youzhou, let alone Chang'an. She was worried that he pretended to be drunk on purpose to find out her plan.

"Different road non-phase plan"