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

Mu Jinan turned her back to Li Huaijin. He was a bastard, no doubt about it. She tightly grasped the dagger at her waist and asked curiously, "My mother and my aunt are sisters. Why doesn't anyone know about this?"

Gu Wenxuan turned his head and glanced at Li Huaijin. Their eyes met, and he turned his head back: "You don't need to know this."

Mu Jinan: "Even I don't know? Then why did you say it today?"

Gu Wenxuan touched the top of her head with his palm. His mother often cried while looking at the portrait of Princess Rongde. After Mu Jinan returned to Chang'an, he never spoke to Princess Luoning.

"I'm afraid it will be too late later."

Meiluo came to the king's tent: "My lady, King Xi...King Xi said that he wants you to go to his tent tonight, otherwise he will kill the other slaves of Qiqige's clan."

Mu Jinan covered his cheeks and said, "This bastard is endless. He is not a good person. If he wants to kill, let him kill."

Li Huaijin listened to her indirect complaints, his face tense, his eyes staring at her darkly like dark clouds with lightning.

Gu Wenxuan turned around and looked at his expression. He didn't want Qiqige's affairs to disturb Mu Jinan all the time, nor did he want Li Huaijin to sleep on the floor with his injured leg, and he didn't want Mu Jinan to encounter any danger at night.

"Then I'll stay with my cousin tonight."

Mu Jinan was stunned. Although he was closer to her in blood, she found it hard to accept the idea of ​​sharing a bed with him.

Li Huaijin sat up in shock, and kicked Gu Wenxuan who was sitting beside the couch with his other leg: "You have been showing off enough today, don't push your luck. Why do I need you to accompany my woman?"

Gu Wenxuan's face froze, and he motioned for Mu Jinan to leave first. She was still confused. After she left, there were only two people in the tent. Gu Wenxuan's face was furious:

"Are you two actually married? I told you not to touch her, but you still dared to force her. If she gets pregnant, it will be even harder for her to escape."

Li Huaijin was so angry that he closed his eyes and kept pressing his temples with his index finger. He couldn't stand any man getting close to her:

"No, if Li Yuanyang provokes me again, I will make her pregnant. At worst, I will kill King Xi and establish myself as king."

Gu Wenxuan snorted coldly, lifted the screen easily, took a piece of wood, and blocked the hole:

"Proclaim yourself king? I want to take her back. My aunt died of depression, and my mother is bedridden. Can't you see that she is getting weaker and weaker? If she gets sick, there is not even a doctor here."

Li Huaijin looked at him helplessly and said, "There is no doctor for this marriage. The old fox in the court is deliberately making things difficult. In a few days, go to Youzhou to invite a doctor and bring him here quietly."

Gu Wenxuan sighed: "What about tonight?"

Li Huaijin's eyes were filled with anger: "Of course it is this king."

Gu Wenxuan took out a sword from behind the screen. It was Mu Jinan's Peach Royal Sword. The scabbard was wrapped in a phoenix bathing in fire. The hilt was hung with a peach blossom-shaped jade tassel with two bells tied to it. The jade pendant was transparent and cool, and the flower bone of the blade was even more exquisite, unprecedented and unparalleled:

"Nangong Yu is really capable. You know your cousin is cruel and doesn't care about love. You are on guard against everything, but now, she will not abandon you because you saved her life."

"I am leaving."

Li Huaijin sneered. Gu Wenxuan's words reminded him of the doubts in his heart. Every time he hugged Mu Jinan or kissed her, his heart beat fast. He put his hands against her chest, but seemed not to feel her faster heartbeat.

Could it be that she really wanted to repay that favor and had no feelings for him? Mu Jinan came into the tent and saw that the screen had been erected. She touched the wound on her lip and walked in front of him. Both of them looked gloomy.

In an instant, a silver light reflected into his eyes, and his dark pupils seemed to see stars.

No, it's a dagger.

Her eyes were icy cold. If he had reacted a bit slower, the dagger would have pierced into her flesh. He held her wrist and moved his eyes to the right. He saw that her fingers holding the dagger were exerting force and a drop of bright red appeared on her right shoulder of the jade-green dress.

It was like the sunset glow that the two of them watched when they stood side by side in Chaoying Palace, gorgeous, passionate, and ruthless.

"You still want to kill me?"

The young man couldn't believe it, his lips sneered, his eyes moved from his right shoulder to her emerald eyebrows, her shooting star eyes, which seemed to see through the girl's loveless eyes:

"You are willing to endure my intimate things to you in order to repay me, right?"

He snatched the dagger from her hand and stared into her eyes. It was like a cold wind blowing in from outside the tent, passing through his eyes: "Speak."

The girl's eyelashes covered her thoughts and her face was expressionless. He clenched the dagger and swung it in his hand. The dagger pierced through the screen with the boy's anger, and with a loud "click", it fell to the ground, piercing the hearts of the two like a thorn.

Mu Jinan stood up and left. Her cold brocade clothes suddenly felt warm, and it seemed as if something heavy had fallen on her back.

Regardless of his leg injury, the young man climbed up from the couch, knelt beside the couch, and hugged her tightly from behind. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbed his chin against her bruised cheek, his body was shaking, and the scarlet in his eyes seemed to have fallen out:

"Mu Jinan, love me, please, I beg you, I don't want you to repay me, I just want you to love me."

His palm was covering the girl's left chest. His rhythm was regular and his tone was steady. He had no heartbeat. His hand trembled and he stroked her swollen cheek. The girl felt like a drop of warm water falling on her cheek. The boy trembled:

"Isn't it cruel for you to treat me like this?"

Mu Jinan turned around and saw that his knees were shaking: "Hurry up and sit down."

Li Huaijin ignored her, put on his shoes and boots, put on a fox fur coat, and leaned on his cane: "I want to go with you."

She couldn't persuade him, and the two of them came to Li Yuanyang's tent. It seemed as if a banquet was about to be held in the tent. Delicious food and the aroma of wine wafted into the girl's nostrils. Every time she came, the bed would be replaced with new bedding with smooth fabric.

Li Yuanyang was dressed up today, and when she saw Mu Jinan wearing a veil, she joked:

"Little Princess, were you hit in the face by King Liang?"

Li Huaijin lowered his head and sat aside. Mu Jinan looked at him and moved a high leg. The dishes on the table were the ones she had eaten at the palace banquet, such as the Hun Yang Mo Hu, Fu Rong Lin, Hong Yang Zhi Can, Xun Xun Sauce, and Crispy Roast Duck...

She pursed her lips. She hadn't eaten these dishes for a long time. She swallowed her saliva, sat aside, and glanced at the more than ten dishes from time to time.

Li Yuanyang smiled and waved, his eyes as clear as snow water. He warmed up a pot of wine:

"Little princess, I know you've been craving for this for a long time. Come and eat this with me. This is all made by me. It's not poisonous, and it doesn't contain any aphrodisiac."

Mu Jinan sneered: "You can also cook?"

Li Yuanyang took out a handful of silver needles from the table and kept testing each dish for poison. He then used the serving chopsticks to pick up the food and took a few bites himself:

"It's not poisonous. Come and eat. King Liang will also join us."

Sometimes Mu Jinan really couldn't understand him. One moment he wanted to kill her, gave her a love potion, and made her kowtow. The next moment he gave her sheep and a lover, and asked her to have a son with King Liang.

Every time she came to the tent, he would keep the fire burning and get up five or six times in the middle of the night to add charcoal. Although he slept on the floor himself, he had never seen a floor with thirty layers of thick mattresses.

She sighed that Li Heng was the person with the most "divine power" and "heavenly" blessing, who knew everything and was immortal, while Li Yuanyang had a desperate life, relied on himself and was servile, and took every step carefully. He was good at both Seventy-Two Transformations and Thirty-Six Stratagems.

He called out again: "Little princess, take off your veil and eat quickly."

Mu Jinan glanced at Li Huaijin, and the others sat together: "Is this really the dish you cooked?"