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

Li Huaijin gently kissed the scar on the girl's lips, like a spring breeze blowing on willow branches, swaying in the spring, a light, gentle and long kiss.

The girl let him hold her tightly, keeping her eyes open, listening to his heartbeat, and she felt much more at ease.

The boy's cold voice made her look down shyly. Although it was night, she could see her cheeks flushed:

"So are you going to give birth to me or not?"

The girl bit her lips lightly, he bit her, she stabbed him with a dagger, and they were even. She stole a glance at him, but was caught by the boy, who held her face and waited for her answer.

"pregnancy."

Listening to the girl's whisper, the boy's lips blossomed like a lotus, a passionate smile brushed across his face, and his cheek was buried in the crook of her neck:

"That's what you said."

The girl's neck felt numb and itchy, and she avoided his lips and said, "If you want to have twenty children, you can take a concubine and I will have two."

Li Huaijin was stunned. Why did he mention taking a concubine again? It was obvious that he didn't take himself seriously.

"Please remember this in your mind. I will not take concubines. What's the point of having so many children? Just have one. I will feel bad for you if you have more."

Mu Jinan wrapped his clothes tightly around his chest and said hesitantly: "Don't bow here, I feel embarrassed."

Li Huaijin suddenly realized something. He poked the girl's temples and touched her silky black hair, which was smooth and delicate, with a faint scent of gardenia.

"I don't have this habit, what are you thinking?"

Mu Jinan recalled the first day she entered the palace as his maid. He forced her to help him undress, bathe and scrub his back. She also complained in her mind: "Did I meet a sickly and black-hearted prince? Does he have a special fetish?"

The boy noticed that she was distracted, so he touched her nose and asked, "Why do you always keep your eyes open when I kiss you?"

Mu Jinan was puzzled: "How do you know?"

Li Huaijin held her in his arms: "Every time I kiss you and open my eyes, I always see you staring."

Mu Jinan roughly grabbed his black hair with one hand, twisted it around his fingers a few times, and tickled his face:

"I don't know either, but every time I see you in a state of confusion and enchantment, you look so beautiful, like a fairy."

Li Huaijin poked the girl's cheek in the dark. A word she said unintentionally touched and confused his heart. He was a fairy, so what was she, a fairy god?

"Close your eyes from now on, do you hear me?"

He heard the girl's soft breathing. She was still talking the moment before, but she fell asleep so quickly. He closed his eyes and fell into a dream.

A loud and sharp horn sounded outside the tent. Mu Jinan's hand holding Li Huaijin's suddenly twitched. She quickly got up and ran out of the tent.

"what sound?"

Batuyue rode over from a distance and came to King Mu Jinan's tent, dismounted and reported:

"Princess, it's time to offer sacrifices to the heavens. The prince invites you to join us."

Mu Jinan was puzzled. Usually sacrifices were offered to the heaven in the first month, May, September in autumn, and December in winter. Why was it offered at this time? The last time he invited her to the snowy land was to humiliate Qiqige. What bad intentions did he have today?

"No, you guys do the sacrifice yourself."

Batuyue was very respectful: "Princess, the king said that you have never seen a living person being sacrificed and buried with the dead, so I want you to go and see it."

Mu Jinan froze in her tracks. A red sun in the sky was dripping like blood above her head. This Li Yuanyang was so cruel and inhumane. If there was a thunderstorm in winter, it would be the will of heaven to kill him.

"He's not dead yet, why do we need someone alive to bury him with him?"

Li Huaijin walked out of the tent and signaled Canying, who understood and left. He said coldly, "Go and take a look."

The group mounted their horses and headed towards the altar.

The holy light pouring down from the sky covers the majestic snow-capped mountains, and the shadows of white jade are like a phantom white tornado rolling up thousands of waves. After lurking in the abyss for many days, the dragon leaps into the sky to protect the people.

The dragon, carrying the vast crimson air, rushed straight to the colorful Aobao prayer flags and the top of the stone pestle tower. The desolate silver walls floated on the ceiling, splashing up residual red.

"what!"

The girl screamed miserably, and blood fell from her arms, which were more tender than茭白, down her coarse black shirt and onto the duckweed. The fresh blood instantly coagulated in the cold wind, nourishing the living things in this fertile field.

"You dare to cry and shout during the heavenly sacrifice? Come, nail the body to the body for sacrifice."

Sai Zhuxu closed her mouth and looked at Mu Jinan with tears in her eyes.

In front of the Aobao altar, the Eight Immortals Table is filled with tributes, including pure mare's milk, white sacrifice of faith, bright crimson sheep's blood, and red sacrifice of martyrdom.

There was a trace of residual warmth on the white cloth on the altar, the meat of cattle and sheep was offered as sacrifices, and the big eyes of the copper bells were heard by the tribesmen who closed their eyes, and the sound was heard by the gods.

The cypress leaves are as green as green crops in spring, and the endless spring breeze is just like his ambition. He looks at the girl's hateful eyes and smiles meaningfully.

Green smoke from sandalwood curled up from the silver tripod, the golden light of the Buddha lamp bowl shone brightly, and the red flame of the wick was like a blooming lotus. The God of Fire lowered his eyes, and she saw again how she had been ungrateful to him on their wedding day, and the god looked at her with cold eyes.

The lamas sit in meditation and chant with solemn expressions, fierce drum and gong beats rang out, the warriors bare their chests, look up at the blue sky, beat their cheek drums, and the earth-shaking sounds of bull horns convey the wishes of the tribesmen. Eternal Heaven hears their prayers.

With unity, we can stand.

Li Yuanyang was wearing a bright yellow robe with a wolf pattern and gold thread. His eyes, the color of a cold pond and dark moon, concealed his ambition and sincerity. He knelt on the white sheep wool felt and bowed three times to the Aobao.

The sounds of prayers, chanting and music lingered in the girl's heart. She saw the high priest Jirentai holding a flag and sticking it on the Aobao. He held a torch in his hand and put out the blazing fire on the wood, and a bonfire was lit.

Like a beacon of fire, it carries with it the girl's responsibility.

Li Yuanyang walked around the Aobao three times holding the arrow of good fortune, chanting:

"The eternal heaven is boundless. I humbly wish to inform you that God will bless my little bird. May the wind and rain bring peace to our five beans. May the people be healthy and prosperous. May the borders be expanded with a hundred victories. May we be happy to meet each other. May the five livestock be prosperous. May fortune and luck come to us, come to us!"

Everyone followed King Xi to pray for blessings. The majestic momentum was like the Milky Way in the sky rushing down thousands of miles, pouring into the river and rushing endlessly, as if the destiny would last forever, from cradle to teenage, to thirty to old age, but only a hundred years, but the peppers would multiply and prosper for a hundred years.

Endless and soul-stirring.

Mu Jinan saw: "..release" "We met on horseback and there is no paper or pen, please tell me that I am safe."

The young man saw "..One" "As long as the flying general is in Longcheng, the Hu horse will not be allowed to cross Yinshan Mountain."

Li Yuanyang saw "King Goujian of Yue defeated Wu and returned, and the righteous men returned home in brocade clothes."

He saw "he suddenly attacked the camp and shot and killed General Huyan, and led the remaining thousand cavalry back alone."

The man saw "sacrificing his life for the country, seeing death as returning home."

The tribesmen hold the pig's hind sheath in their hands and walk around the Aobao three times. Then they put the pig's hind sheath on the altar and smear the Aobao with meat porridge to show their sincerity.

Respect appeared on their faces, followed by relaxation and joy.

Ten girls dressed in white, barefoot, were tied to wooden stakes. They looked no more than eighteen years old, with thin jaws and dry cheeks. It was unknown how long they had not eaten mutton.

Every day they spent their days on the grasslands, herding sheep and cooking for the royal family and the tribesmen, and embroidering clothes at night...their eyes were dark and they didn't even have the strength to shout.

With his arms stretched out to the sides, he could see the knife marks on his wrists from the previous blood sacrifice.

"My lord, I was wrong. Please spare my life."

"what!"

What followed was a whip that hit Sai Zhuxu's cheek hard, and a streak of lead-red blood appeared on her haggard and pale skin. The girl lost her voice in pain, and her tears rolled down like a winter rainstorm.

Sai Zhuxu didn't dare to scream again. She heard that the princess had saved Qiqige. Her sister had passed away during the blood sacrifice in September this year. She wanted to survive. The girl looked at Mu Jinan with pleading eyes.

Like a weed at the foot of the Flaming Mountain, about to be burned through by the flames, dying, she is waiting for the rain to fall.

Even if I see Gan Lin and die again, it is better to beg the princess than to pray to Changshengtian.