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

Yelu Chang in the distance was stroking his beard. Ever since his most beloved son passed away, he had lost his appetite. Perhaps due to the severe cold winter, he caught a cold and was not as strong as before. He looked pale and coughed a few times.

Zhang Zhi, his attendant beside him, supported him and patted his back.

Yelu Chang looked at Mu Jinan, bowed to her, then turned around, his eyes dark, "It is still unknown who will benefit from this. Can the relic be given to King Qi Li Jie and Shi Si?"

Zhang Zhi: "King Qi and the historian will be overjoyed and will surely help us kill the princess."

Yelu Chang curled his lips and smiled: "Batu Yue reported secretly that the princess found out that I killed the old prince, and she was just one step away from letting Li Yuanyang know. I will ally with her, marry her and divorce her. I will wait for the hell."

Zhang Zhi asked, "What did you promise the princess?"

Yelu Chang walked away, a fox smile appeared on his compassionate face, as if everything was under his control:

"Of course I have to continue. If she is not dead, wouldn't I have established a strong enemy?"

When he met Sun Xiang head-on, he was extremely respectful to Yelu Chang, just like a grandson showing filial piety to his grandfather. He was holding an eagle in his hand with its wings tied. The eagle's eyes were dark and sharp, staring at Yelu Chang as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Master Yelu, this eagle has pure white feathers, which are very rare. I am giving it to you."

Yelu Chang stroked the eagle feathers. The feathers were as white as snow, smooth and delicate. They were indeed precious. “Thank you very much. I will accept them.”

Sun Xiang signaled his followers to leave, leaving only him and Yelu Chang. "Master Yelu, Li Yuanyang is cruel. I am willing to support you as king and will obey your orders. I only hope that you can help me more in the future."

Yelu Chang paused: "Are you really willing?"

Sun Xiang's face was solemn, his eyes filled with hatred: "Li Yuanyang killed my grandfather, I will make him pay with his life."

Yelu Chang patted his shoulder and helped him up: "You are a filial child. I promise you."

Sun Xiangyuan saw Mu Yun enter the king's tent. She lifted the curtain and tied it with a rope to let air into the tent. A beam of bright light shone into the tent.

The young man lying on the couch was disheveled, his face was as white as jade, pale and pitiful, his black hair was scattered in front of him, as soft and gentle as a girl. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Mu Yun.

The girl held a bunch of newly made "torture instruments" and placed them in the tent. Some of the old instruments still had blood stains on them. She vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water in disgust:

"Li Heng, is it possible to get off the bed and walk? Does it hurt? When you raped me, I felt the same pain as you did."

Li Heng only felt that he had been busy dealing with Mu Jinan and had not killed Mu Yun earlier, and today he was in her hands. He faced the tall and mighty Ge Jiang, just like Mu Yun faced him, and was powerless to resist.

"This king is willing to divorce you. I know you have the ability to kill Ge Jiang."

Mu Yun pinched his chin with her slender, white fingers, kneading it into a ball like dough. She played with it several times and smiled charmingly:

"Why divorce? You are the king, you have a lot of private property, and you dig gold. After you die, I will inherit your property."

Li Heng's hands and feet were tied, naked. She lifted the quilt and admired him from head to toe, smiling evilly:

"Yes, you are very beautiful, more beautiful than a girl. No wonder Ge Jiang likes you. I am also bewitched by you."

Li Heng's sparkling eyes dimmed, and tears fell drop by drop across her beautiful cheeks, making her look like a beautiful woman with tears in her eyes:

"Okay, I'll give you all the property in the palace, and you'll let me leave."

Mu Yun gently stroked his cheek, kissed his forehead, and pinched his chin. The girl pushed aside the black hair on his cheek and stared into his bewitching eyes:

"You are mine, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Li Heng's face changed, and he gritted his teeth: "Can you please not give him so many secret medicines? If this goes on, I will die sooner or later."

Mu Yun picked up the cloth bag and poured out a bunch of medicine, spread it on the couch, grabbed a handful of powder and pills, pried open his mouth, and poured it down:

"Eat some too. You have been reborn, so why should you fear death?"

Li Heng coughed a few times and avoided her fingers with his mouth. The girl held his neck with one hand and stuffed medicine into his mouth with the other hand. Li Heng bit her fingers hard and she screamed in pain:

"Relax!"

Li Heng released her fingers, and she slapped him hard on the cheek:

"Bitch, you dare to bite me?"

Li Heng felt a burning pain on her cheeks. She was stunned for a moment, then she took out a bunch of pills from her bag, placed them on the table, and turned to leave. A voice came from behind her:

"Mu Yun, I hate you."

The tall figure of the young demon disappeared from his sight, and he collapsed in despair. He thought about being defeated by Mu Jinan, by Li Huaijin's sword, by Li Yuanyang's scheme, and by Emperor Su's pursuit.

The only person he never thought of was Mu Yun. He must find an opportunity to escape from here.

The young man curled up into a ball, and Mu Yun didn't even cover him with a quilt. It was the dead of winter, and the cold wind blew into the tent, freezing his body.

I only heard one voice: "Your Majesty."

He looked back: "Is it you?"

..

Colorful clouds are easily dispersed and glass is brittle. The warm winter sun soon disappears. The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, casting silver light. The king's tent is exceptionally lively tonight. Li Yuanyang looks happy. He plays the violin and drinks at the same time.

Li Renbang played the flute, the melody was passionate, like thousands of troops galloping under the snow-capped mountains, full of murderous aura. Shi Zhaoyang danced and spun lightly, like an eagle flying in the sky, with strength and tenderness intertwined. The singing echoed in the distance, telling of the vastness of the grassland.

Shi Zhaoyang was sweating profusely. He stopped, sat in front of the desk, and laughed:

"Yuan Yang, Ren Bang, we won't stop until we're drunk tonight."

Li Renbang put down his flute, filled a large bowl with wine, and drank three bowls of wine in a row:

"Yuan Yang, you were held hostage in Chang'an. Zhao Yang and I went to see you. The prince bullied you. Your face was ash-colored, and you tied a skirt around your waist. You cut vegetables like black silk, and your hands were cut a lot. At that time, your head was only as tall as your brother's chest."

"The emperor relied on his power to allow the prince to bully the hostage, and allowed An Xuan to invade our two tribes, kidnapping and killing the warriors. If I don't take revenge, I would not be a gentleman."

Shi Zhaoyang tore off a piece of the best meat from the lamb leg and handed it to Li Yuanyang, then raised his wine glass:

"The Ming Emperor was obsessed with the harem, and treacherous ministers were in power. The new emperor ascended the throne, favored eunuchs, and persecuted loyal officials. We will kill the Ming palace, purge the emperor's side and eliminate the treacherous ministers, divide the land equally, and no longer set up checkpoints in the grasslands and the Central Plains."

Li Yuanyang's eyes, which had always been brutal, sharp, and vigilant, softened a lot, and his eyes were red:

"Fighting for the people, seizing the fertile land of the world, abolishing the customs, weaving brocade and silk, and planting rice, chestnuts, wheat and millet."

"Climbing the peak of Jingting Mountain, I looked out over the misty willows to the south of the Yangtze River, and saw couples playing in the spring water, with white apples falling like snow covering the blue water."

Several people shouted in unison: "Fuck!" The sound resounded through the sky, the crescent moon wept, the wolves whimpered, and the faint green light illuminated the young man's road of no return.

The two people in the tent left, and a few more people came. There was a cloth bag under the girl's feet, and Li Huaijin, Qiqige, and Alinchu stood beside her.

Seeing that they were aggressive and had ugly faces, Li Yuanyang sat in an untidy manner, leaning against the desk with a few silk books in his hands.

"Little princess, count the money."