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

Today she is the princess of Sheng Kingdom. She is in a foreign land, facing the power of the royal family, but unable to redeem the slaves. She looks at the densely packed names on the silk book.

It was as if I saw a crowd of people shouting her name, people jostling each other, crowding on this thin silk book, pushing and shoving each other, killing someone for a steamed bun, and that person was her uncle.

This is just one page.

Alinchu took Qiqige away, and Mu Jin settled down. From the beginning to this moment, power was always in her hands, whether for herself or for her people.

The fire reflected on her back, her golden dress gleamed red, and she felt cold to the bone. She felt a big hand behind her, controlling her. She even suspected that it was not only her stepmother Xiao Wan who kidnapped her to the brothel.

"King Liang, is this the memory you recovered from under the cliff?"

At this moment, there were only her and Li Huaijin in the tent. The girl stared at the unfathomable eyes under the boy's mask, not daring to move her eyelids and eyelashes. The sound of paper falling on the carpet was as heavy and clear as a stone hitting the ground.

The girl's heart was beating so fast that she dared not move. The boy looked into the girl's suspicious eyes and said calmly:

"Yes."

Li Yuanyang patted his chest and vomited several times. He entered the king's tent, leaned against the thirty layers of thick mattresses, holding his longbow in his hand. He wanted to shoot Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan.

The arrow was held in Li Huaijin's hand. His hands had distinct joints and long fingers. He often gently stroked the girl's cheek, and he had also pinched many people to death.

The three of them had their own thoughts. The girl listened to the young man's magical voice and played the tune repeatedly countless times.

"The sound of the flute is cold and desolate, the felt coat covers the golden thread, the hometown accent will never return, Wen Ji has lived for twelve years, Yue's husband died, and I got two sons of Jin."

Listening to him being so rampant, Li Huaijin played the pipa, which was similar to the Hujia. Cai Wenji of the Eastern Han Dynasty lost her first husband and was abducted by the Huns. She lived on the grassland and gave birth to two sons. Later, she wrote "Eighteen Beats of the Hujia".

On the first day she came to the grassland, she told Li Yuanyang that she only recognized Li Huaijin as her husband in this life. Li Yuanyang cursed Li Huaijin to death, and Mu Jinan would never return and give birth to two sons for Li Yuanyang.

"Shut up! How dare you curse King Liang?"

Li Yuanyang looked at the hostility in her eyes. The more she protected Li Huaijin, the more jealous he became. He took out a few more pages of paper from his arms and handed them to Mu Jinan:

"You princes have deceived me, kidnapped my warriors, and arranged a marriage for me with a matchmaker, but my wife ran away without permission. Everything is your fault."

"Little princess, if you accompany me again tomorrow night, I will promise to release the other slaves of the Qiqige tribe."

Mu Jinan looked at the several pages of the contract and put them away. From his perspective, he was a product of feudal ethics. He believed that it was Li Huaijin who stole his wife, and he wanted revenge.

"it is good."

The moon was crescent-shaped, and at midnight, the grassland was resounding with his music. Seeing her glaring at him with vicious eyes, the young man had no choice but to put down his Hujia.

Late at night, he looked at the girl's back. Just from her back, he could tell that she hated and resented him extremely. She wanted to tear his tendons out, skin him, stew his meat and feed it to his father. This was what she said herself.

He concluded that she must have memories from her previous life: "Little Princess, what do you like about King Liang?"

The tent was surprisingly quiet, the breeze blew the candlelight, and it seemed that he could hear the flickering sound of the candle. The young man stared, his heart stopped, and pricked up his ears, waiting for her response.

Mu Jinan touched his lips with his fingertips, the scabby wound, and his eyebrows moved:

"Sleep without talking."

Then, Li Yuanyang laughed arrogantly: "Haha, King Liang, she doesn't like you. You go back to Chang'an, marry a wife and have children, and I will live in harmony with her."

A ray of light was reflected in the boy's sharp eyes, like the desolate river water in winter, with thick ice that could not wait for spring.

Li Huaijin clutched the quilt she had sewn, but it was not warm at all. The young man's heart was torn to pieces by her ruthlessness. He touched his chest and looked at her back from the side. It was not this road that was difficult to walk on, but it was difficult to get into her heart.

Red stars floated on the young man's cheeks, and there was a spring warmth in his eyes. Touching the wolf tooth on his neck, Li Yuanyang asked again:

"Little princess, in your last life, were you pregnant with my child? Was the child as beautiful and smart as you?"

Mu Jinan suddenly remembered that in the original work, she was pregnant with twins and was imprisoned in a cage by Li Yuanyang. He didn't want the children, nor did he want her, so she was beheaded and the babies died in her womb.

The girl's icy voice was like a full moon hanging on a glacier, the ice adding to the chill, chilling his heart:

"I do not understand what you're saying."

Li Yuanyang still turned sideways, staring at her back without moving. The girl was bright, intelligent, kind, and brave towards others, but vicious, cruel, and resentful towards him.

He got off the couch, lifted the iron cover of the stove, picked up a pile of charcoal, added a high pile, and the flames leaped up, almost burning his eyebrows.

The bright firelight shone on the young man's handsome face. He looked at the charcoal fire and thought of the past.

I heard that the Ming Emperor's palace used golden charcoal at night. In those years, Chang'an was covered with rain and snow, and the winter was extremely cold. He got up in the middle of the night to add some charcoal, but there was no charcoal left in the basket.

He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and a faint red fire was reflected in the boy's eyes, which was brighter than the fire in the stove. His tears fell into the stove, and the flames were completely extinguished.

That was the first time he knew that the prince would use the same means as the women in the mansion. The Ferghana horses and iron-hoofed horses sent by his father were originally intended to be exchanged for some charcoal, but the horses were snatched away by the prince and presented to Emperor Ming.

The grassland warhorse that galloped across the battlefield became the three-flowered dancing horse for the emperors of the Central Plains to perform in entertainment, and there was also the three-flowered dancing horse that Prince Qi Li Che wanted to give to Li Huaijin at his birthday party.

However, Li Huaijin disliked these things the most. He thought they were wasteful and would dampen his ambition, so he did not accept them.

He searched for a long time in the house, but the silver and money were gone. Wrapped in a quilt, his head leaned against the screen, the cold wind blew on his cheeks. He missed his father and the grassland.

When can you return?

At this moment, the tent was as warm as summer. There was no need to wrap herself tightly in the quilt or cry like a woman. He suddenly laughed out loud, which scared Mu Jinan. She turned around and saw his tall figure standing in front of the stove, looking at her absent-mindedly.

"Princess, don't leave me, okay?"

Mu Jinan threw a soft pillow towards his face. In the dark night, he could see his dim eyes:

"Shut up and stop disturbing my sleep."

Li Huaijin raised his eyelids slightly, and a silver needle pierced the young man's right chest. He fell to the ground with his mouth half open and fainted.

The young man walked straight towards the couch. In the darkness, she seemed to see a wild beast pounce on her and press heavily on her. Li Huaijin stared into the girl's eyes:

"Tell me, were you pregnant with his child in your previous life?"

Mu Jinan sighed, and her jealousy broke into pieces. She pressed her hands against Li Huaijin's chest. Every beat of his heart forced her to answer. She said frankly:

"No, I don't have a previous life."

Li Huaijin gently pinched her lips and round cheeks with his fingers, pinching them again and again, and tried another approach:

"How many are you pregnant with? If you're lying, I'll bow to you right here."

Mu Jinan stared, her eyebrows furrowed like a scimitar, ready to kill. Why are all the people she meets so smart? Why can't there be a few fools? She murmured:

"two."

The young man held her waist tightly, but he didn't dare to use force this time. He just rubbed it gently. After all, she really dared to kill him. The movement of his Adam's apple was reflected in the girl's eyes. His lips fell on her ears. His domineering and gentle voice was imprinted in the girl's heart:

"Then give me twenty."

Mu Jinan pushed him away, thinking she was a rabbit. She turned her head to the side, and even in the dark night she could see the faint light in the boy's eyes. A heavy feeling of oppression spread throughout her body, irresistible.

"It's not me who's pregnant, it's Yuan Nu who's pregnant, what does it have to do with me?"