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

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, Mu Jinan stopped forcing him and said with a smile: "For dinner, stew black chicken with snow lotus. It's good for your legs."

As she spoke, she picked some snow lotus petals, made a pot of tea and placed it in front of him. Li Huaijin motioned for her to drink some too, but Mu Jinan shook her head. Such a precious thing should be left for him to take care of himself.

She was flipping through the storybook, lying on the couch, when she heard the young man's nervous voice:

"Snow lotus can also regulate women's bodies."

Mu Jinan said casually: "I'm not sick."

Li Huaijin clenched the jade pendant in his hand and glanced at her:

"You have menstrual cramps."

The girl's fingers that were turning the pages of the paper stopped moving. Her eyes were fixed on the words in the book. She couldn't read a single word clearly. Her cheeks were flushed and she spoke in a very low voice:

"Don't be so observant, okay?"

The boy came to her side and saw that her face was buried in the book, with a blush on the back of her neck. He took the book away:

"Why are you shy? The moon waxes and wanes, the tides come and go, and menstruation comes once a month. If you feel uncomfortable, you need to take care of it. If you feel the pain every month, I will be heartbroken for decades to come."

"I asked Yun Chi to buy some Chuanxiong, Chinese Angelica, and Rehmannia..."

Mu Jinan looked up at him, and he blushed, and immediately interrupted him:

"Don't stare at me about these things, give me some space."

Li Huaijin touched her head and said, "You have grown a little taller. You are still growing at the age of fifteen. Eat more food."

Recently, she was seen eating slowly, saying that she had a poor appetite, but she was not sick. I wonder what the reason is? If he could also cook some Chang'an dishes like Li Yuanyang, she might be able to eat them.

The girl leaned lazily on the quilt. When she was Jiang Xueer, she had no mother to care about her growth problems. She would also be shy in front of Nanxi. When she was Mu Jinan, every time Nangong asked her, she didn't dare to speak.

The girl avoided these questions and smiled gently:

"Huai Jin, your birthday is next month, what gift do you want?"

Li Huaijin picked up a strand of her black hair with his fingers. Nangong Yu came to the mansion and told him that she was a slave when she was young and her scalp was torn off. It took several years of treatment for her to grow new hair.

There were a few tears in the boy's eyes. If he had saved her at the beginning, she would not have to endure so much pain. He gently stroked the girl's black hair, loosened her bun, let it hang in front of her, and took out her makeup box.

He picked up a plain hairpin and tried to tie her hair. The hairpin fell off several times, so Mu Jinan told him to stop trying. He tried several times and finally got it done. He took out a bronze mirror and held the girl's cheek:

"For my birthday this year, I want you to give me a hairpin."

Mu Jinan looked at himself in the bronze mirror, half of his hair in a high ponytail and half of his black hair loose, and felt like a handsome young man. He frowned slightly:

"A hairpin, is that so simple? You have a very skillful hand, and you can do it better than me, but I am naturally beautiful."

The young man came to the desk, picked up his pen and started writing. The scent of ink wafted across the paper. Mu Jinan sat beside him, watching the words he wrote flow like a phoenix flying in the sky, like clouds and flowing water:

"My wife is Jin'an, Huai Jin is greedy. My wife is beautiful, with dark eyebrows, eyes as clear as water, red lips, teeth as white as pearls, long and slender neck, willow-like and flower-like beauty, with only a white hairpin to tie up her black hair, and a face as bright as the moonlight. Ten thousand words are not enough to praise my wife."

"A wife's loyalty is like an ink plum, each flower blooms with a faint trace of ink, leaving only the clear air filling the universe. Huai Xi went out to the frontier to bring peace to the people, surrounded by enemies on all sides, even if the treacherous and cunning people are scheming, but the wife's bow never misses an arrow, her wonderful pen is able to fight against Dayan, the husband and wife are of one mind, and the river is calm and the sea is clear in the end."

"My wife's shoulders are as sharp as a knife, her waist is as thin as a stick, and her body is getting weaker. She has been away from her hometown for many months. She misses Jiangnan and cannot eat. She has nightmares at night. Sometimes she frowns and looks at the moon. Day and night, my heart is engraved with her, hoping that her eyebrows will be brighter than the morning glow."

"If the husband dies in battle, the wife should not look back, but flee from this place quickly. If the wife dies in battle, the husband would rather rebel, carry the coffin and guard the coffin, and bury the wife in Xuanzhou in the south of the Yangtze River."

"A husband dies for his wife, they sleep together in life and in death. Snow is not alone, she is the wife of the mist."

She held the piece of paper in her hand. The black plum blossom was noble and pure. It did not want people to praise its color, but only wanted its clear energy to fill the universe.

She herself said this poem in Chaoying Palace. At that time, He Cheng said that as a woman, she should not be an official, and that the term "fragrant jade bed" was humiliating to her. This was her rebuttal.

Looking at his many words of praise, she continued reading. The girl frowned, her eyes moistened, wondering how could she write such sadness.

But if she really died in battle, she didn't want to be buried alone in a foreign land. Who knows, that devil Li Yuanyang might come to her grave and curse her every day.

If she died, would Li Huaijin die with her? She shook her head:

"You have to live, and you have responsibilities."

The young man stroked the girl's brow with his fingertips, and his lips fell on her brows. She relaxed her frown, and Li Huaijin ran his two fingers along the corners of her lips, poking out a smile:

"Smile."

Mu Jinan's eyes were filled with tears. She smiled brightly, and tears flowed down her eyelids and dripped onto the boy's fingertips:

"If you dare to seek death, I will never talk to you again."

Li Huaijin put his arms around the girl and hugged her tightly. He was born with her. He stroked her hair and patted her back.

"Don't cry."

Mu Jinan sniffed and took off the boy's mask: "You said so much, but I am not very knowledgeable, I can only praise your beauty with four words."

Li Huaijin wiped away the tears from her eyes: "Which four words?"

Mu Jinan: "Young peach and plum."

Li Huaijin smiled meaningfully: "Do you know the meaning of these words?"

Mu Jinan nodded. After hearing Gu Wenxuan's praise, she thought it was not wrong to say so. After all, Gu Wenxuan was an ancient person and a young marquis. He must be better at writing than her. When she was in Nangong Mansion, her cousin did not allow her to read those poems.

She could only rely on her few modern memories to adjust the poison formula every day and practice swordplay and martial arts, and she had very little time to write these beautiful poems.

Li Huaijin picked up the teacup and handed it to her mouth: "Drink it, you will know later."

She frowned and took a few sips. The snow lotus tasted a bit bitter. She closed her mouth and didn't want to drink anymore. Li Huaijin took out a candy. These candies originally belonged to her, but Li Huaijin took them away, saying that eating too much would damage her teeth.

She drank two large bowls. Li Huaijin picked up the snow lotus soaked in warm water and fed it to her. Looking at her open mouth waiting for candy, he deliberately looked leisurely.

Mu Jinan glared at her fiercely, touching the dagger with her hand. The boy quickly stuffed a candy into her hand, and Mu Jinan was satisfied.

"Qiqige is smart and ingenious. She makes cane sugar, maltose and loose sugar sweeter than what I have tasted in Chang'an. She is also good at making flowers and brocade. The wine she brews is mellow and rich, the best in the grassland. She learns Chinese characters and recognizes medicinal herbs faster than anyone else. If she were in our world, she would definitely make a career."

"Huai Jin, I have something to tell you. You must take Qiqige, Meiluo, Fanshu, and Alinchu back with you. Let Jiang Yanqing arrange for them to be registered as households. I used to have a lot of private property. I will give it to them and my cousin. Let them learn how to do business and make a living. Don't be slaves anymore. Also..."

Li Huaijin poked her temples with his fingertips. She had made detailed arrangements: "Don't think about these. You will be safe."

Mu Jinan's face was serious and he said solemnly: "Promise me."

The boy's eyes darkened: "Yeah."