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

The green and yellow grassland nourishes all living things on this land. The herdsmen sing songs that she can't understand. The cattle and sheep are leisurely, forming a beautiful picture with the white clouds in the sky.

Thousands of soldiers and horses were in great force, galloping on their horses' hooves as they crossed the river. The splashes of water were like waves, wetting his clothes.

A young man, about 28 or 29 years old, sat on the horse, looking very majestic. He had a tiger-patterned sword on his waist and a bow and arrow on his back. His bronze cloak fluttered in the wind on the grassland. The young man had sharp eyes and was drawing the bow with an arrow.

The arrow pierced the deer's neck like a sharp blade, and cheers came from behind: "Major General, you are mighty!"

Li Yuanyang's face turned pale, and he cursed in his heart that this grandson Shi Zhaoyang had come here without permission and brought thousands of troops with him, completely disregarding his reputation as the King of Xi. He also saw Mu Yun saluting that man.

Shi Zhaoyang jumped off his horse and looked at her with his eyes down. The girl's skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as dark as smoke, and her eyes were as bright as jade and pearls. They reflected in his eyes:

"You are Mu Yun? Princess Rui?"

Mu Yun raised her eyes and looked him straight in the eye. The girl's eyes looked like the dark night light when she smiled, without any warmth:

"My name is Mu Yun, my father is General Mu Chen of Huaihua, Major General Shi, and your father is still waiting for you."

Shi Zhaoyang received her letter. The handwriting was full of masculine boldness. Seeing her fake smile, the young man looked down upon her and sneered:

"You don't want to be my stepmother? How old are you?"

Mu Yun's smiling face froze. How could someone who could be an emperor be stupid? Then she smiled:

"fourteen."

Shi Zhaoyang walked side by side with her and looked at her sideways. The girl looked at him with a cold expression and hatred. He asked:

"You are still a child. I am already 29 and my father is 50. Wouldn't it be better for you to just be your princess?"

Mu Yun did not respond and walked forward on her own. He followed behind her and looked at her petite figure, whose height was not even as high as his chest. He couldn't help but raise his head:

"At such a young age, you are not a good student, but you have big ambitions."

When he arrived at Shishi's tent, Shishi was lying on the couch, his old face was haggard. When he saw him coming, he shook his left arm and was very excited:

"Son, now that you are here, your father will no longer have to suffer injustice."

Shi Zhaoyang's eyes were red when he saw that Shi Si did not dare to move his right arm. There were a few red sores on the back of his wrist covered by his sleeve. He knew about the plague from the letter.

"Father, was it the princess or King Xi who hurt you?"

Shi Si's eyes were sharp: "Both of them have wolfish ambitions, neither of them is a good person, they must be eliminated. Zhaoyang, meet your future fourteenth aunt."

He looked at Mu Yun with a gentle gaze, grateful for her advice. Now neither the princess nor the King of Xi dared to do anything to him, and he liked Mu Yun's appearance.

Shi Si had twelve concubines and one wife. Shi Zhaoyang held his hand and trembled. Could it be that the two of them had already? He thought to himself:

"This girl is only fourteen, she's too arrogant."

Mu Yun sat beside the couch with a faint smile on her lips. Seeing that he was silent for a long time, she was angry because of his words just now. She deliberately provoked him and leaned close to Shi Sihua's white hair:

"Master Shi, if your son doesn't want to be called that, that's fine. There are many sons in this world who don't listen to their fathers."

Shi Si was instigated by her words, and his expression suddenly turned cold. His words were the king's orders. If his son was not convinced now, wouldn't he rebel when he became emperor in the future?

Shi Zhaoyang was not the only son, he had several brothers in the family. His father favored the youngest son. He had paid a lot to gain his father's trust. He did not want to offend his father, so he had to bow his head and called out to the 14-year-old girl:

"Fourteenth Aunt."

The air in the tent froze, and the sound of dripping water pierced the boy's ears. He looked embarrassed, his cheeks flushed, and he bit his lips lightly. She could still be his daughter.

The girl smiled and responded in a deliberately coquettish voice: "Well, get up."

After discussing the plan, the few of them left Shi Si to rest in the tent. Mu Yun came out of the tent, looking happy and ready to leave.

A big hand stretched out from somewhere, grabbed her clothes behind her neck, lifted her up, hid her behind a tent, and covered her mouth.

The girl opened her mouth and bit his finger hard, leaving two rows of teeth marks. Shi Zhaoyang frowned in pain and quickly let go of her:

"Are you a puppy? And you bite people?"

Mu Yun felt that his fingers were rough and spat on the grass in disgust:

"How dare you be disrespectful to your stepmother? Get out of the way."

As soon as she took a step forward, Shi Zhaoyang grabbed the back of her clothes and she stood back to where she was, staring at him with her tender almond eyes turning into flames:

"If you're rude again, I'll tell your father."

Shi Zhaoyang lifted her up again, like he was carrying a kitten, and lifted her up and down several times. He found it a bit amusing, and a smile appeared on his serious face:

"Don't you want to eat? Why are you so light? Can you be my stepmother like this? Have you grown up?"

She turned around and glanced at him. He pulled her clothes with one hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"Have you slept with my father? Tell the truth."

Mu Yun looked up at him and punched him in the chest, using all her strength. He didn't move at all. The girl said angrily:

"not yet."

The old man had the plague, and she was not a fool. What if he infected her? Besides...

Shi Zhaoyang pinched her little face, and the corners of her lips pursed into a circle. He saw that she was beautiful and quite capable.

Li Heng was now trapped in the grassland, and had no idea that the news of the ten tribes including Yuhe, Qixuan, etc. had spread throughout Youzhou, Taiyuan, Chang'an, the palace, the people, teahouses, and brothels, all over the country.

When she set out from Chang'an, she used the remaining gold from the palace in advance, arranged for various places to wait for 20 days to "spread" these facts, and accomplished one major event after another.

"Shengguo Rui Wang Li Heng has skin as white as cream and face as red as cinnabar. She is having an affair with Prince Yuhe and stays up all day and night. She is about to give birth to a child. Did you let someone spread the news?"

Mu Yun's eyes flickered. How could he know that she was the one who spread these things? She stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth with her warm palm. The young man's lips seemed to be pressed against soft silk. He lowered his head and let her hold it tighter.

"If you want to leave, acknowledge me as your foster father and I will take you away. Don't be my father's concubine. You are the daughter of a general, a descendant of the Lu and Xiao families, and your sister is a princess. Don't treat yourself badly."

Seeing that she didn't say anything and just covered his mouth, he picked her up again and swung her left and right. Mu Yun's feet left the ground, her hands fluttering in the air, and she kicked him.

Shi Zhaoyang pulled the corner of his lips, held her legs with one hand, and shook her back and forth as if he was playing with a child. Mu Yun felt nauseous and dizzy from his shaking.

"Let me go, my sister is a princess, you dare to bully me, let go."

Shi Zhaoyang put her down and took out a soft object from the cloth bag. He peeled off the oil paper and found a square piece of white jade with a lotus printed on it. He handed it to her mouth:

"I brought you the lotus cake from Youzhou. Eat it. Call me foster father and I will forgive you. Don't even think about becoming my father's concubine."

Mu Yun slapped the lotus cake out of his hand. The cake fell on the grass, stained with a few strands of grass. She swallowed her saliva. She used to live a life of luxury, but now on the grassland, she could not eat those things.

Shi Zhaoyang saw what her little daughter was thinking, secretly glanced at the pastry, and took out a clean piece and handed it to her. She sat on the grass and began to eat slowly.

Shi Zhaoyang picked up the piece of hibiscus cake on the ground, brushed away the weeds, and took a few bites.

Mu Yun had never seen such a rough person before: "There is cow and sheep dung on this grass, don't you think it's dirty?"

Shi Zhaoyang smiled at her in a casual manner: "Do you know how many people in the world have never eaten lotus cake? I don't think it's dirty."