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

The boy picked her up horizontally as if he was carrying a little fox. The girl gave him a bewitching look and said:

"Untie my acupuncture points, and I will kiss you if you do."

The young man waved his sleeves, the candlelight dimmed, and the young man's deep and fiery eyes could be vaguely seen:

"I don't understand. I can kiss too."

His warm lips touched the girl's soft flesh. Her mouth was blocked tightly and she couldn't speak. He kissed her for a long time, but she still didn't close her eyes. Her acupoints were not released yet, so the boy pressed them again and she fainted.

At the hour of Chou, wisps of fragrance from the tent drifted out of the tent, along the path illuminated by the bright moon, passing over dozens of tents arranged in an orderly manner, and landed on the thatched roof.

Dozens of cows could be vaguely seen under the eaves, staring at the people in front of them with their big watery eyes, "hating" them.

The cows also thought in their hearts that they were not resting in the middle of the night and disturbing their sweet dreams.

Two people were tied to a wooden stake, back to back. The boy and the young man had their mouths gagged and their eyes covered with black cloth. The stench of cow dung was overwhelming. The young man stepped on the dung, which was a soft ball. He felt nauseous.

He took off the black cloth covering their eyes and said with a sly smile:

"They have both been caught."

The waning moon cast a half-shadow on half of the young man's face, which was brilliant and radiant, like a solemn, cheerful and upright nobleman. On the upper half of his face, his thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and his dark eyes were awe-inspiring and unfathomable:

"Okay, let them sleep with the cows, haha."

The boy and the young man stared at them angrily, unable to curse out loud: "Well... I'm going to kill you..."

The young man's smiling face suddenly turned sinister and cruel, as if the King of Hell was judging life and death, and he said contemptuously:

"killed."

Li Yuanyang turned and left. Batu Yue looked at the two of them coldly:

"These are all orders from our king. I hope you two will understand."

A ray of light reflected into the man's dark pupils in the dark night. The strong smell of blood was pungent. The bright red blood covered the silver blade. The cattle were frightened and retreated. Batu Yue wiped the dagger:

"Let's hit the road."

He followed Li Yuanyang's footsteps. With such a great achievement, Wang would definitely trust him more. He smiled complacently and said:

"Gu Wenxuan, Zhang Zhenguang is dead, the princess will not escape."

Tonight the bright moon seemed to favor him. The gauze draped over his tall body was soft and light, illuminating the young man's path through the thorns. It was bumpy and full of humiliation, but if he walked a little further, there would be a flat and spacious path.

This is the road leading to the Chang'an Palace where he can avenge his previous shame. With blood on his hands, Li Yuanyang smiled evilly:

"Good job, reward."

He walked into the tent alone, and there was no trace of the two men. He looked at his couch, the carvings were broken into pieces, the wood had fallen onto the carpet, and the couch had collapsed with a hole in it, as if it had been chopped by a knife or hit by a rock.

The young man, wearing shoes and boots, stood on Li Huaijin's bedding and stepped on it a hundred times.

"The little princess is mine! Emperor Ming, Prince Chen, the princes, and Li Huaijin's life are all mine."

The fire did not go out late at night, his forehead was covered with sweat, the red light was reflected on the lonely back of the young man, he sang that song countless times, expressing his love.

But he had hurt her. He had worked with Li Jie, Shi Si and others to tarnish her innocence. She would never forgive him.

Li Heng told him that he had to find another way to make Mu Jinan fall in love with him.

In the distance, the lights in the tent were brightly on. The girl's waist was pressed hard against the edge of the table, and her whole body was lying on the table. The man's heavy body pressed on the girl, and he peeled off her clothes bit by bit... The snow-white and rosy skin came into his eyes.

She struggled hard and pulled out the golden hairpin that held her hair, but the man took it away.

"I thought you were very capable, why aren't you as aggressive as you were yesterday?"

The girl's eyes were filled with tears, which slid down the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the dusty table. She was cold all over and her clothes were in disarray.

"Let me go, let me go, help me."

The man's large and powerful hands gripped the girl's neck. As soon as his lips touched hers, she bit them hard. The man touched the blood on his lips and slapped her on the cheek:

"Mu Yun, do you want to die?"

In an instant, the tent was pitch black, and the cold winter wind blew into the tent, freezing the girl. The young man was wearing a cold moonlit veil. His tall and mighty body blocked the girl's way and wrapped her clothes tightly.

The young man kicked the man to the ground without much effort.

Mu Yun hid her petite figure behind the young man, her hands tightly grasping his clothes, and she kept shaking. He could feel the girl's fear. In his eyes, she was just a little girl.

Li Heng, who was lying on the ground, looked up. It was pitch black and he couldn't see the man's face. He sneered:

"Is there anyone in this world who will save her?"

The young man picked up the girl and carried her sideways, out of the tent, and walked on the grassland. The soft moonlight shone on the girl's tear-stained cheeks, and there were five red and swollen finger marks on her clear and fair cheeks. The girl let her arms hang in front of her chest and let him hold her.

Two dark and dreary figures overlapped on the grassland, the young man's slender figure covered the girl and touched her cheek.

"You go back to Chang'an now."

Mu Yun stood up straight and pushed his hand away. Her stubborn look made the young man at a loss.

"What does it have to do with you? Shi Zhaoyang, leave me alone and get out of here."

She walked towards another tent. Shi Zhaoyang rushed to her, picked up the girl easily, and carried her on his shoulders as if he was wearing a soft fox fur coat.

He let her punch him on the back again and again, and clenched his legs and feet as if he wanted to kick him to death at any time.

When she came into the tent, she was thrown on the couch, curled up, and pointed at Shi Zhaoyang with trembling hands:

"I am your fourteenth aunt, please show some respect."

She tried to escape several times but failed. Shi Zhaoyang put a lot of medicine on her face and brought ice cubes for her to apply on her face. At night, he guarded the curtain and slept on the floor, looking at the girl's resentful eyes.

"What do you want to do? I'll give you what you want."

Mu Yun was covered with two layers of thick quilts. She looked at him with disdain from the side and said, "Your father favors his youngest son. What can you give me?"

Shi Zhaoyang sighed, turned around, and faced away from her. After a long moment, the young man's clear voice came:

"do you remember me?"

The girl was silent for a long time, then she said, "I don't remember."

In the darkness, he could vaguely see a ripple on the water. He pursed his lips and smiled bitterly:

"Do you like King Rui?"

The girl was drowsy, her eyelashes covering her bright eyes. She held the silver-gilt hairpin with engraved flowers in her hand and did not answer him.

She could no longer distinguish between love and hate, she only felt that love and hate were intertwined, she had lost her direction, and there was no way back. She often imagined that if she had not met Li Heng, she would not... But she was a vicious person, there was no if.

The young man's face darkened. Even if that man hurt her, would she still fight with him regardless of everything?

"You have met a bad person. Years have passed and the arrows have been untied. The road is still long. The road ends with white clouds, spring and green streams are long, and you will be good."

"Little girl, I spoil you. I can give you whatever you want."

The girl's fingertips holding the flower hairpin moved. He himself was not a good person, so he asked her to be kind. He could not see her expression, but he could hear her tone of disdain and contempt:

"It is better to rely on yourself than on others. It is better to be able to do what others do for you than to do it yourself. I, Mu Yun, have my own thoughts even if I am a bad person. I only rely on myself."

"Perhaps God does not bless you, and you are destined to fail and die a short-lived ghost?"