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

Li Heng saw her coming out of Shi Siwang's tent and pulled her sleeve as she walked away. She shook off his hand.

Seeing that she was getting more and more crazy, Li Heng became sarcastic:

"Mu Yun, how much do you want?"

Mu Yun looked cold and raised her voice: "Men and women are equal, I won't look for you if I look for anyone else."

Li Heng was speechless. He covered his chest and coughed violently a few times. His gentle face looked a little haggard. Mu Yun quickly patted his back with one hand and gritted her teeth:

"Slow down, do you want to die?"

He pondered that since this rebirth, his body's recovery ability has been much worse than in previous lives. He didn't know the reason. Could it be that because of Mu Jinan's attack, his injuries were particularly severe?

He glanced sideways and saw that she looked just as concerned about him as she did in Chang'an. He pinched her neck and got angry:

"Mu Yun, you should be looking for a young man. That old man is already fifty."

Mu Yun pinched his arm hard. Who was he? What right did he have to lecture her? She stared at him and said, "Don't mind my business."

Li Heng felt pain from her pinching, so he pulled down her wrist and pressed on, his eyes cold:

"Don't forget, you are still my princess, Princess Rui."

"You act without rules like this, how much gossip will I have to endure?"

Mu Yun put her slender and tender fingers together and slapped him on the cheek with all her strength:

"Shut up, if it weren't for you, would I be like this?"

"Why is it that men have many beautiful women, but women are left alone?"

Li Heng's cheek was painful from being hit by her. He pulled her hand hard and dragged her into the dental tent, where she fell on the cold ground.

Mu Yun shouted angrily: "Let me go, what are you doing?"

Li Heng held her wrist with one hand. The girl had smooth and fair skin and bright almond eyes. His dark eyes were as fierce as a tiger:

"The king is not dead yet, who are you going to be a widow for?"

"We haven't had our wedding ceremony yet, let's make up for it today"

Mu Yun fought back desperately, a tear falling from her eyes: "Li Heng, you dare to force me, let go"

He placed his lips on the girl's soft cheek, preventing her from struggling: "I am married to you, how can this be forced?"

Mu Yun frowned, her eyes were filled with sadness, pain, resentment, and a hint of vague emotions. She asked in a trembling voice:

"Have you ever had true feelings for me?"

Li Heng sweated and didn't look into her eyes. He was ruthless. Didn't she know all along? Why did she ask these questions? He said with a sneer:

"You and so many people ask me that I love you? People, don't be too greedy"

He looked down at her, and when he met her resentful eyes, her face turned pale:

"Li Heng, let me go"

Li Heng smiled and pinched her cheeks: "If you dare to look for someone else again, I will imprison you."

...

Mu Yun stood up trembling slightly. Seeing him staring at her, she hurriedly looked away, clenched her fist, and punched him in the chest:

"I hate you"

Li Heng stood up and looked at her, with a heavy sense of oppression in his eyes, and pinched her neck again:

"If you don't want to feel this pain anymore, just stay calm."

"You are a genius, don't treat yourself badly"

Mu Yun looked at him with disdain. How could such a wicked man treat others sincerely? The girl's steps became weak and she felt pain. She curled up on the couch:

"Do you know why Mu Jinan doesn't like you?"

Li Heng paused and sat beside her: "Why?"

Mu Yun laughed sarcastically: "She is an orphan who has suffered a lot. A man who loves her will naturally be kind to her, not someone who forces and tortures her like you do."

"If you treat her gently, maybe she will fall in love with you"

“But now, it’s impossible.”

Li Heng bent his back, thinking of Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan who were deeply in love and might be inseparable. If he could travel through time and be reborn, she should be the same. How could he let her be reborn without any memories?

Mu Yun propped herself up on the couch, wanting to drink some hot water, but her body was burning with pain, and she muttered, "Ah!"

Li Heng pressed her shoulder hard, his eyes gleaming fiercely:

"Lying down"

He brought a bowl of water and helped her drink it. The steam from the tea lingered on her fair cheeks. Mu Yun's eyes met his. She didn't know what he was thinking. She said something that touched her heart:

"Do you really love her? Can you love someone?"

Li Heng was silent for a long time, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips turned down:

“No one taught me how to love.”

Helian Yuan was imprisoned and beaten by his father, bullied by his brother, and his mother left him for many years.

Li Heng has been bullied since he was a child in Yuhe Grassland. He doesn't know how to love others, and no one loves him.

Isn't it that when you meet someone you like, you tie her to your side?

Mu Yun lowered her eyes and said nothing, she knew everything about him. Perhaps it was because of sympathy that she felt for him, her heart ached and she resented him immensely. Why did she meet him when she was young? This was a bad fate.

It was getting dark. Outside the tent, the snow was glittering, the walls were white and jade-like, a fire was blazing, and a wisp of thick smoke was drifting towards the gray sky.

"Gudu, Gudu"

Mu Jinan saw that the medicine had been boiled, and she put a coarse cloth under the medicine pot. It was full. She squatted in the snow, secretly tasted it, and shivered and shook her head:

“Very bitter”

After a while, she walked into the king's tent and placed the medicine in front of him: "Huai Jin, the medicine is ready, drink it quickly."

The boy said indifferently: "Hmm"

The aroma of tea brewed on the stove behind him filled the tent.

Li Huaijin had reminded her many times not to get cold outside and that others should keep an eye on her medicine, but she never listened.

He just picked up the bowl and touched his lips to the edge of the bowl. He smelled a familiar scent of rouge, the scent of her lips. He touched the bowl and it was very hot.

After he finished drinking the medicine, he stared at her cheek. The girl sat in front of the desk and looked at his cold face. That look seemed to strangle her to death. She felt a chill down her spine.

"Huai Jin, why haven't you spoken a word today?"

He didn't respond. The girl stroked the edge of his mouth with her fingers, wiped away the remaining medicine, washed her hands, and came back to sit next to him.

Mu Jinan saw him flipping through the book, holding it upside down, wondering what he had done to offend him, perhaps it was because he was too cold:

"Huai Jin, if your legs hurt, you can rest in the king's tent tonight. I can handle it alone."

Li Huaijin put down the book and looked at the girl gently.

She was holding the jade-green dress in her left hand, with her slender, white right fingers slightly raised. She was sewing stitch by stitch, with rough edges. The six-petal peach blossom on the dress was still missing one petal, and the flower shape was strange.

If she were in Chang'an, she would marry him, and in the palace in winter, with snowflakes rustling and a pot of warm wine, she would have no worries. When the next year, when peach blossoms filled the sky, he would be by his side, leading a leisurely and comfortable life.

Just an ordinary couple, spending day and night together.

It’s not like now, wandering in a foreign land, with my beloved wife in deep trouble.

But, as long as she is here, it is a godsend and a blessing in three lives.

Li Huaijin lowered his eyes and saw that the girl was concentrating. The red light of the fire reflected on her cheeks, and her face was rosy and shiny. The boy's voice was gentle:

"Sitting by the light, the pretty girl is in embroidered clothes, her makeup and sandalwood heart are so attractive, the light tea is wrapped around her black hair, you admire her blushing eyebrows, the moon is bright and the breeze is gentle, the couple is so charming"

The thread that Mu Jinan was twisting in her hand fell down. The girl's watery eyes were filled with youthfulness and nostalgia, with a smile on her lips:

"Huai Jin, when did you feel like writing bittersweet poems?"

The young man couldn't help but grab her cheek, his fingertips were soft and full of affection:

"Since meeting Jin'an, Huai Jin has been trapped in this land of gentleness, unable to extricate herself"