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

At night, Li Yuanyang sat comfortably on the thirty-layer thick mattress on the floor, still playing the zither, while Mu Jinan rested peacefully on the carved vermilion lacquered couch.

Since her dowry was delivered here, she used silk to exchange for some cotton from her tribesmen and sewed several layers of thick quilts. Li Huaijin lay on a five-layer mattress on the floor.

There was clearly a small couch in the tent, but Li Yuanyang was very narrow-minded and did not let Li Huaijin rest on the couch.

The three of them stared at each other. The smoke from the candles was gone, the fire crackled, and the sound of the piano continued. Mu Jinan's ears were filled with phantom sounds. She didn't understand the song at all, but she could tell it was the same tune. She didn't understand music. Li Yuanyang smiled slyly:

"Prince Liang, if it weren't for the little princess, we would not be enemies. She is a beauty that brings disaster."

Mu Jinan picked up the soft pillow on the couch and threw it at Li Yuanyang, her eyes like copper bells: "If you hadn't wanted to rebel, would this princess have been sent here? I would have been married to King Liang in Chang'an long ago."

Without raising his eyes or moving his body, he caught the soft pillow with one hand and continued to play the piano. The sound of the piano was like a devil's sound that lingered in Mu Jinan's heart. She was extremely collapsed. She covered her ears and kicked the air many times.

Li Huaijin was not disturbed by the noise at all. After hearing her words, he turned around, with a gentle starlight in his eyes, and looked at Mu Jinan: "She is my wife. It has nothing to do with you. Don't say a word in bed."

Mu Jinan gnashed his teeth and said, "Two hours, even an ox would get tired of listening to this music, stop."

Li Yuanyang's right hand quickened, the sound of the piano became high and vigorous, and he chuckled:

"Little princess, am I playing the lute to a cow? If you are willing to dance, I will stop. Who asked you two to eat so many dishes of mine?"

Mu Jinan clenched his fists, feeling extremely tired, his eyelids could hardly open, and he covered his head with the quilt. The entire grassland was filled with the sound of his piano.

"The crescent moon is like a jade, the winter is bleak and desolate, the west wind blows through the huqin, it is hard to win back the red face, the south wind cannot be kept."

Mu Jinan could no longer bear it, so she stood up and danced with the sword. A bright silver arc crossed the night sky, accompanied by melodious ancient music. She was light and her eyes were sharp. She danced with the sword like a dragon, with a cold light flashing. Every sword move was as swift as thunder.

The sword tassel fluttered in the air as the girl moved up and down, and the crisp sound of the bell added a bit of tenderness to the winter. Li Huaijin stared at the girl's figure in a trance, and Li Yuanyang stared at her with his eyes wide open.

Instantly, the girl's sharp sword flew out of her hand and flew straight towards his forehead. He held the blade with two fingers, and a few drops of blood from his forehead stained the heart of her sword.

Mu Jinan's angry eyes met his cold and sharp eyes like a snake: "Now, can you rest?"

Li Yuanyang lowered his head, wiped the blood from his brow, and said sadly: "Go to sleep."

Li Huaijin flicked his sleeves slightly, leaving only a faint light in the tent. From time to time, the whistling of cold wind outside the tent and the howling of wolves on a snowy night could be heard. The tent was dark and silent. The girl fell into a deep sleep, and the sound of Li Yuanyang's sleeping breathing could be heard.

At three quarters past the hour of Yin, a voice was heard: "..."

Li Huaijin opened his eyes suddenly. In the dark night, he could only see the dim light in the boy's eyes, as if the wolf king had found his target. He turned his head to look at Li Yuanyang, immediately stood up, walked towards him, and said coldly:

"say it again."

Li Yuanyang said again in a daze: "Xue'er."

The entire snowy night was as quiet as a deep valley, and these words echoed clearly in the valley. The young man stood in the valley, his footsteps froze, and he clenched his fists. His eyes suddenly became sinister and murderous:

"Who are you?"

Li Yuanyang frowned and muttered, "Xi Wang Li Yuanyang, the little princess' husband."

Li Huaijin closed his eyes, and the red stars of the fire in the tent were reflected on the boy's thin jaw, adding a bit of weirdness and evil charm: "Are you Helian Yuan?"

Li Yuanyang covered his heart with one hand. In the dark night, he could vaguely see the spring breeze on his lips. Even his voice was much softer, like a breeze blowing through red plum blossoms: "Little princess, I am Yuanyang."

Li Huaijin asked him many times, changing the question, but got no answer. He pulled out a dagger from his waist, and a flash of light flashed across the dark night. The girl suddenly cried out:

"Helian Yuan."

She closed her eyes, her slender fingers tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, curled up into a ball, the darkness was invisible, and a drop of light appeared in the corner of the girl's eye:

"No, Helian Yuan, let me go..."

Li Huaijin hurriedly ran to her bed and covered Mu Jinan's mouth to prevent her from screaming. She slowly opened her eyes, and the light shone on the boy's cheek: "Don't be afraid, it's a nightmare, go to sleep."

Watching her fall asleep, Li Huaijin sat beside the couch, staring at Li Yuanyang, thinking in his heart: "Could it be that one of Helian Yuan's three souls is in him?"

The flames burned, and the layers of charcoal ash gradually sank. The sound of scattering reached the boy's ears clearly, and he heard another voice:

"I won't let you go."

He wiped his hands, hooked a little white ointment with his fingertips, and applied it to the bruise on the girl's cheek. His fingertips then stroked the wound on her lip. The boy bent down, arched his back, and held her a little closer to the couch.

Lying beside her and hugging her, red stars reflected in the boy's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his brows and lips, and he fell asleep hugging his beloved.

In the darkness, a pair of deep eyes stared at his back. Li Yuanyang clenched his fists. The cold air outside the tent seemed to gather around his whole body, invading his bones and going straight into the young man's heart. He saw this scene when he woke up from his dream. The two of them slept on the same bed.

The fog dissipated, and it had been gloomy for many days. Finally, the red sunlight floated in the sky, and the warm sun softly kissed the snow. The snow melted and the ice melted again, following the gurgling water, finally into the northern ocean, surging and turbulent.

"Mian.mou..." The green and yellow grass, with a touch of snow-white, the fur is particularly warm, the sheep lowers its head, chewing the grass leisurely.

Mu Jinan drove the sheep and sat on the small bed, rocking back and forth: "It would be nice if there was a swing here."

Li Huaijin sat beside her and laughed happily several times. Mu Jinan heard him giggle several times and couldn't help asking, "Huaijin, what are you laughing at?"

Li Huaijin leaned close to her ear:

"Last night, Li Yuanyang called out "Xue'er" twice in his dream. I just guessed that Helian Yuan's other soul was in him, but if that was true, why did Li Yuanyang allow Ge Jiang to humiliate Li Heng? Maybe his soul has not awakened yet."

Mu Jinan loosened her grip on the whip, and suddenly remembered her dream last night, when Helian Yuan forced her to get married. She bumped into him again, and couldn't help but feel frightened:

"Is this something happy?"

Li Huaijin lowered his eyes, unable to hide the jealousy in his heart: "If it's Helian Yuan, then you won't like Li Yuanyang."

Mu Jinan swung the whip in his hand, his mouth pursed, "I understand that you are on guard against my cousin, but even if I were to become a monk, I would not even look at a bastard like Li Yuanyang."

Hearing the sound of horse hooves in the distance, Li Huaijin sighed and helped her put on the veil: "You don't know Li Yuanyang, he is more profound than Li Heng, they are coming."

Mu Jinan stood up and looked into the distance. It was pitch black in front of the snow-capped mountains and a large group of people were heading towards this place. She turned her head and saw Mu Yun standing in the distance, waving at her. Although she couldn't see her expression clearly, she knew that she was smiling brightly.

"As expected of a top student, he is able to control the King of Sheng, the King of the Grassland, Ge Jiang, the historian who commands a large army, and the tyrannical King Xi."

"If she were to be decent for us, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."