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

Sa Ke sighed. He walked on the snow, holding in his hands a few strands of white hair cut off by Mu Jinan. His back was slightly gloomy, and he knelt down facing the snow-capped mountain.

Although he is old, his eyes are as bright as a child's. Wrinkles prevent tears from falling on his eyelids. The compassion and pain in his eyes are like a few lonely stars in a winter night that have lost their brilliance:

"This is a war without weapons, all for the sake of avoiding war. How can I care about my people dying in a foreign land and suffering so much? I am just a slave doctor, and I am powerless to help."

"Changshengtian, please bless my people and protect my king."

The old man's wrinkled cheeks were buried deep in the snow. A gust of cold wind blew by, and a few strands of silver in his hands were blown on the snow, and then blown by the breeze to float in the air towards the snow-capped mountains.

Sake looked at the silver-white light. If he had not fought with the Wolf King and saved the old prince's life, how could he have got the opportunity to learn medicine?

He was once a half-slave and went through many hardships before he became a doctor and a miracle healer. He was always afraid that someone would learn his medical skills, and he would lose the favor of the king and become a half-slave again.

He still remembers the pain of his childhood. At night, he would dream of being naked, with a wooden stake on his small body, and being whipped to death when he could not walk anymore.

The moment he heard Mu Jinan was going to strip him of his clothes, there was only one word in his mind: "Save". He didn't want anyone to know that he was a slave, he didn't want anyone to look at his whip marks coldly, and he didn't want to be naked.

Those were the clothes he had to wear after exhausting all his efforts and going through untold hardships, and they were the dignity of being promoted from a slave to a commoner.

"The princess saved the slave girl and would not harm my wife and daughter. But the king will spare me only if my wife and daughter are in her hands. I am not a three-year-old child."

The ice was like jade, unstained by dust. A dark figure was seen under the snow. Snowflakes fell on his cheeks, which seemed to become dirty. The assassins stopped him. Li Yuanyang stood outside the tent and shouted:

"Little princess, if you don't get out of the way, I will let everyone in the grassland know that you keep a lover, hide a man in your bed, and have an affair with the Liang King and his sister."

Inside the tent, Mu Jinan listened to his foul language and his face turned pale: "I really want to kill him with a knife."

Li Huaijin's eyes darkened: "Let him in."

Li Yuanyang walked into the king's tent, holding a pot of wine in his left hand and meat in his right hand, his face flushed. He looked at the figure behind the curved screen and said with a smile:

"Prince Liang, get well soon. If your legs are disabled, the princess might dislike you."

Mu Jinan clenched his fist and stopped him: "What are you doing here?"

Li Yuanyang put down the wine and meat and walked straight to the couch. Seeing Li Huaijin lying on her couch, he felt inexplicably sad and uncomfortable. A trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes, and then he looked at him with contempt:

"Since the princess likes male lovers, I have selected five handsome and strong young men to suit her tastes and send them to her."

Li Huaijin recalled the day when Mu Jinan wanted to keep five concubines. Now that his leg injury has not healed, his heart can't help but tighten:

"Five?"

When Mu Jinan heard five, his eyes lit up. He stole a glance at the young man, sat on the edge of the couch, and continued to help him apply the medicine:

"Li Yuanyang, have you become a proton spirit?"

Li Yuanyang put one hand on his waist, leaning against the curved screen, his body lazy, deliberately lifting his legs, and then straightening them:

"Being a hostage is much harder than being a princess. You have to cultivate to become a spirit. This king is magnanimous and can tolerate King Liang. This king can let you go, but there are conditions."

Seeing that he had changed into a gentle face again, Mu Jinan seemed to be able to change into seventy-two different forms: "What are the conditions?"

Li Yuanyang stood closer, glanced at Li Huaijin, and then looked at Mu Jinan with affection:

"You two stay in the same room day and night, and have a passionate relationship. Give birth to a son and leave him on the grassland. I will raise him."

Mu Jinan narrowed her eyes coldly: "If you want my child to attack the Central Plains, you're dreaming. I don't need a concubine."

Li Yuanyang changed the subject: "Little Princess, why did you distribute the marriage gifts to the common people instead of giving all to me?"

Seeing how greedy he was, Mu Jinan realized that the marriage was to appease the king, and the dowry was to give the tribe something to survive:

"The Emperor decreed that the gold, silver and jewels should be given to the King of Xi, and 40,000 pieces should be given to the five tribes, 30,000 roaming soldiers and civilians, and the remaining 10,000 should be distributed evenly to Princess Huaixi, the King of Xi, the government officials and the governors."

Li Yuanyang sat down on the carpet and crossed his legs. "You deliberately asked for permission. To win the hearts of the people, you give me 30,000. I will divide the people among you if you give them to me."

Mu Jinan looked at him sitting there without manners and said coldly: "Give it to you? Let you take away the credit for my work? This is a gift from me to my people."

Li Yuanyang saw that she was against him everywhere, and the tribesmen admired her more and more. Recently, many old and dissatisfied people in the tribe criticized him, accusing him of being cruel and mistreating the princess.

He knew that some people were either saved by her soldiers or benefited from her. There were also old people and children hanging prayer flags for her and circling the Aobao to pray for her. He sneered:

"When my clan was about to rebel, Princess Zhaoping lured him to death with wine. When my clan's king died, the younger brother succeeded the elder brother. Zhaoping married her younger uncle. The princess and her elder brother did not get along, so Emperor Ming ordered a divorce and let Princess Xihua marry. When a battle broke out, Xihua hid in Lu and fled back to Chang'an."

"On the first day you came to the grassland, you took the antidote in advance, used the beauty trap to coax me into drinking, and called me Yuan Yang. You wanted to kill me like Princess Zhaoping, and you also planned many things, hoping to escape back to Chang'an like Princess Xihua."

"But I am not that kind of loser. I can sense the alcohol that day, and I will not be killed by you in the future. Do you think that by disrupting the chess game, you can threaten and control me? And even trap me?"

The only voice that could be heard in the tent was his deep and stern voice, as if he was playing chess and was ready to overturn the chessboard at any time.

Mu Jinan didn't move his eyelids. He held the handkerchief in his hands and thought quietly, "He knows about the chess game?"

Suddenly, a corner of her clothes fell off, and the whole person was dragged forward. When she raised her eyes again, the boy's thin lips pressed down on her, and one hand was on the back of her neck, punishing her lips hard. Mu Jinan's eyes suddenly widened. She had never seen the boy so angry.

Li Yuanyang's face, which was originally full of smiles, was immediately covered with dark clouds. He wanted to provoke Li Huaijin and tell the two of them not to play tricks. In front of him, he clenched his fist and pointed at Li Huaijin:

"I'm here and you guys are so... "

Li Huaijin didn't even look at him, his lips were still burning, and his voice was like the surging waves of the sea, attacking the two of them:

"Go away, this prince wants to have a son with my wife."

Li Yuanyang stood up and kicked the screen open, leaving a hole. He fell on the carpet with a dark face as he left the king's tent.

Li Huaijin took off his mask, and pinched the girl's neck with his slender fingers. The depths of his eyes were like a raging beast, attacking her violently:

"When did you call him Yuan Yang and use the honey trap?"

The girl was pinched by him and felt pain. She frowned and endured it: "That day I wanted to control him with poison. I wanted to trick him into drinking with a smile, so I called his name."

Li Huaijin pressed his fingers hard, causing the girl's fair skin to turn red. The boy's eyes were icy cold: "You're still smiling at him?"

Mu Jinan bit her lip, turned her face away from his kiss, and pinched his neck: "Huaijin, I won't dare to do that again, you hurt me."

The young man pried her mouth open and tried his best to plunder the softness of her lips and tongue. Her hands fluttered in the air, but he held them tightly, and her body was pressed so tight that she could not move.

He roughly tore off several layers of the girl's clothes. The girl's skin was delicate against the rouge-red bellyband. The boy pinched her waist hard and his fingers fell on her collarbone.

There seemed to be a slight sound at the girl's collarbone, and she felt suffocated more than ever before. He pinched her face with his fingers, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye in pain, and the taste of blood spread in her mouth.

"Are you crazy? It's just a makeshift measure. You're jealous too. It hurts, ah, it hurts!"

The young man felt a sudden pain in his heart. He stopped moving his mouth, slowly moved his eyes, touched her lips with his fingertips, and wiped the blood.

Looking at her fearful and terrified eyes, and the crystal clear tears at the corners of her eyes, he kissed that tear, buried his cheek in her collarbone, his eyes filled with red.

Mu Jinan was still in a daze. He seemed to be a different person from the previous Li Huaijin. She asked in a daze:

"Are you Huai Jin?"

Li Huaijin's cheek slowly moved, he turned over and lay beside her, turned his back, and heard a word: "Yes"

Mu Jinan stood up, pulled his clothes tightly, his eyes were dull, he lowered his eyes to glance at his back, feeling inexplicably fearful in his heart.

She got off the couch, stepped over the curved screen, dropped the handkerchief in her hand onto the screen, stumbled to the desk, touched the wound on her lips, her eyes blurred with tears.

There was the sound of porcelain shattering on the ground, and the floor was a mess with jewelry, jade, and books. The boy listened to her smashing for a long time, still with his back to her.

A heavy feeling of oppression enveloped the two men's hearts, and they were trapped at the bottom of a deep well. When they looked up, they could only see the sky, which was gray and foggy.

A voice came from outside the tent: "Princess, they are coming."