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

Li Yuanyang poured her some wine, which was her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus wine. He specially asked someone to go to Youzhou to buy it. The young man put away his fangs and smiled gently:

"Compared to the delicacies of famous chefs, the prince prefers the dishes made by the hostage, because in every dish, he can taste my inferiority to him. This prince has been cooking for many years before he got the opportunity, so he dare not forget it."

Mu Jinan took off her veil and just picked up the chopsticks. Li Yuanyang saw the scars on her lips and bruises on her cheeks. The half-filled wine cup in her hand was rippling. He glanced at Li Huaijin:

"Why, you two have a son, and you still want to fight?"

Mu Jinan tasted the Hun Yang Mo Hu dish, which was even more delicious than the one prepared by the imperial chef at the palace banquet. She was too lazy to pay attention to Li Yuanyang and kept picking up the vegetables. The shreds were cut so thin that they would be broken if she was not careful.

Seeing that she was eating with relish, Li Yuanyang stared at the girl's dark eyes which gradually softened, like a full moon hanging in the night sky, illuminating the dark devil's road.

Li Huaijin said nothing. He watched her press her fingers lightly on her lower lip and eat the food slowly. He felt extremely guilty and met Li Yuanyang's gaze. Their eyes were like collapsing glaciers, flames all over the sky, and they were incompatible.

Li Yuanyang curled his lips and smiled. Only Li Huaijin knew what he wanted to do. He raised his eyebrows to signal Li Huaijin to eat quickly.

Mu Jinan remembered that he had not eaten much today. Her face was as cold as the snow. She turned her head and snorted:

"Want to starve to death?"

Li Huaijin's face was cold, like a lonely iceberg. The girl's voice was like the scorching sun in midsummer, a warm word, and he immediately smiled:

"Do not want to."

If I remember correctly, this was the first time Li Yuanyang saw Li Huaijin smile like this. She looked like a foxy girl, but also had a handsome and elegant demeanor.

He met Li Huaijin longer than Mu Jinan, and still remembered the day when he was grabbed by the clothes by the prince and a dozen people surrounded him and punched him hard.

"How dare a mere proton defeat this king?"

Li Huaijin sat high on a white horse, wearing a red robe, a snow-silver armor, holding a Moon Hook Sky Sword, his dark eyes were as sharp as a tiger or wolf, and with a palm strike, the prince was knocked out more than ten feet, and the people surrounding him scattered.

Prince Chen got up from the ground, touched the dirt at the corner of his mouth, and said ferociously: "Li Huaijin, you are so bold. I am your uncle, how dare you hit me?"

Li Huaijin jumped off his horse, helped Li Yuanyang up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and glanced at King Chen:

"My father is the King of Wei. What if I beat you? Didn't I tell you not to bully a hostage?"

Li Yuanyang's face was half swollen, and his eye circles were dark blue. He looked at the boy in front of him who was a head shorter than him, with a face as white as cream and eyes as black as ink. It seemed that if this immortal came any closer, he would be disrespecting the boy.

"Thank you, are you King Liang?"

Li Huaijin said nothing, with a handsome face, as he rode away. He stood in the parade ground, and a six-petal peach blossom blew from somewhere and landed on his forehead. It was the spring breeze blowing on his face. He smiled a simple smile, which was also sincere:

"Young men from Wuling go east of Jinshi, riding white horses with silver saddles in the spring breeze."

At this moment, Li Huaijin was much taller than him and was competing for his princess. He lowered his head and smiled, thinking that it was fate that made him so famous.

Mu Jinan heard him laughing loudly and thought he was laughing at the wound on her face. She covered her cheeks with her fingers and picked up two or three slices of the crispy but not greasy roast duck in front of her and put them in Li Huaijin's bowl.

Li Huaijin dared to look her in the eye. He just picked up a piece of goose meat and a large bowl was handed to him. Li Yuanyang's eyes were full of grievance:

"I can't reach it."

Li Huaijin reluctantly put the meat in his bowl. Li Yuanyang smiled with satisfaction: "Before I entered Chang'an, I had meals with my father, and he often picked food for me."

Li Huaijin said slowly and with a look of disdain: "I don't have a son as old as you, and I won't give birth to a son as violent and wanton as you."

Mu Jinan chuckled, but Li Yuanyang was not angry. Instead, he joked and pointed at him with chopsticks: "If my father was like you, he would definitely protect me and would not let me be a hostage."

Mu Jinan didn't know what he had experienced as a hostage, and when asked Li Huaijin, he said he didn't know, and said bluntly: "Li Yuanyang, when you were a hostage, did anyone bully you?"

Li Yuanyang gulped down a mouthful of wine, the spicy taste piercing his stomach. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and his laughter was like thunder, shaking the snow on the top layer of the tent.

"A group of people, hahahaha, or I'll tell you."

Mu Jinan had just filled his stomach and had nothing to do at the moment, so he just listened to the book. Li Huaijin's eyes were as sharp as a knife: "If you don't want to listen, don't talk while eating."

She saw Li Huaijin's face change, and shook her head, and went to flip through the books on the desk. Underneath was a pile of Li Yuanyang's calligraphy books, which included "Some Progress" and Mongolian.

Mu Jinan only recognized the two words "Princess" and felt his heart sink: "Could this bastard be writing my horoscope and cursing me?"

She said in an angry tone: "Li Yuanyang, what does this Mongolian mean?" "??????????????????..."

Li Huaijin turned his head and looked down. When he saw the words clearly, the tenderness in his eyes immediately turned into a cold light, and a strong murderous aura spread in the tent.

Li Yuanyang was drunk and dancing. He picked up the Xiqin from the wooden stand. This qin was made in a special way, with a bamboo stick pressing between the two strings. He held the qin with his left hand and pressed the strings, and held the bow with his right hand and played.

"Oh, that's your birthday, I'll scold you for no reason, little princess, I'll accompany you with the music, you come and dance."

The vibrato, glissando and percussion of the strings alternate in endless ways, the melody is delicate and gentle, and each note forms a beautiful picture, making you feel like you are in Chang'an.

"In the peach moon, catkins fall from the red building, and the spring breeze flutters the water lilies. The glazed tiles of the Hu building are filled with clear wine, and the palace is illuminated by thousands of lights on the green tiles."

She knew that this man had no good intentions, so she threw the cloth on his back. Li Yuanyang picked it up, put it in his arms, and continued playing the violin.

His bright eyes were shrouded in thick fog, sparkling like a crystal dewdrop, revealing endless bitterness and sorrow. Only he knew that these eyes, once the warm red sun on the grassland, were now full of coldness, cruelty, and selfishness.

"The dew cannot overwhelm my sincerity; the dragon soars into the sky to compete with the sun."

"Don't you think so? I'm afraid you won't run away. I'll die in a different room."

Li Huaijin clenched the wine cup and sat up straight. He understood his deep meaning. He blamed the emperor for bullying him, but Mingyue did not understand his innocent heart. He wanted to fight for light with the emperor and the way of heaven.

He even borrowed the verse from the Book of Songs: "When we are hungry, we live in different rooms, but when we die, we are buried together" to tell Li Huaijin that those who elope will be separated between life and death.

He spoke of rebellion in front of the royal family, cursing the princess and King Liang to death. The young man's eyes were like the abyss, full of murderous intent, almost condensing the air, making people tremble.

Li Yuanyang glanced at Mu Jinan and saw that she was flipping through a pile of cloth and didn't hear anything. He looked at Li Huaijin with a provocative expression.

The sound of the piano became increasingly desolate, and a feeling of loneliness and sadness arose spontaneously, as if crying and complaining. For some reason, Mu Jinan felt a trace of pity in his heart.

Li Huaijin thought of Ouyang Xiu's words: "The Xiqin was originally played by the Hu people, and the Xi slaves shed tears when they played it."

That tribe was captured and enslaved since the Shang Dynasty. They were forced to provide blood for sacrifice to gods and human sacrifices for burial. They experienced life and death before they could get a place... They have been slaves for endless generations.

After getting drunk, Li Yuanyang's cheeks flushed and he started to act like a coquettish child. When he saw that Mu Jinan didn't want to dance, his eyes dimmed.

"You people from the Central Plains don't seem to be good at dancing, little princess, I will teach you in the future."

Mu Jinan looked displeased when she heard that he always deliberately provoked Li Huaijin. She was angry at first, but she was also worried that Li Huaijin would get jealous and get sick, so she pulled Li Huaijin's sleeve.

"Huai Jin, close your eyes and rest."

When Li Huaijin saw her coaxing him, his anger disappeared. He held her hand and sat beside her.

PS: King Chen first appears in Chapter 18, and there are two other foreshadowings in the middle, which will be explained later.