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

Pei Yun stood over, looked at the thinly clothed slave, then looked at Li Yuanyang and the others, and waved his sleeves:

"Everyone behind me can bear witness to this imperial order. Anyone who disobeys it will be killed without mercy!"

The north wind blew down from the sky, sweeping across the green and yellow grass. The slaves standing on the grass looked at each other. They did not understand the struggle for imperial power, but they could tell right from wrong. There were angry and sonorous voices, led by the girl with a black veil covering her face. She was Sai Zhuxu, the girl who was crucified and sacrificed on the day of Li Yuanyang's sacrifice to the heaven. Her mother was a Central Plains person who was abducted and sold here, and her father was a slave. The girl's dark and deep eyes were full of fire:

"If you want to speak, just speak in sobs. The grasslands cannot understand the obscure Chinese characters of the Central Plains. We slaves have never seen any imperial orders, nor do we know what an imperial decree is. Since the emperor is so brave and powerful, why doesn't he lead his troops here to rescue us and return to the Central Plains? My mother said that we once paid taxes for the prosperous country and supported the emperor's soldiers and officials. We have been kidnapped for so long and sold by the millions. Why didn't the emperor find out? Or did he know that we were being sold, but he was indifferent and only cared about extravagance and debauchery? There are millions of people in the country, with loyal ministers and honest officials assisting them, giving them advice, strong men joining the army to serve the country and fighting for them, honest officials in various states and counties to govern the country, and common people and merchants paying taxes to fill their coffers with gold and jade. Anyone can be an emperor, and I can be an emperor, and I may do better than you."

"You said a lot of things that made the princess spit blood. You must have bullied the princess. Today, the princess saved us and we tore this man apart for her. We have many people, can't we kill this evil official? If you have the guts, arrest us all and put us in jail. Charge!"

The marks on her cheeks from being whipped had not yet disappeared, so she had to cover her face with a veil. When Sai Zhuxi picked up the wooden stick in her hand, the scars on her white arms were shocking. The scars that had not yet recovered from the sacrificial blood supply turned into thousands of blades and stabbed towards Pei Yun and others.

"What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?" Pei Yun was horrified. Seeing Wanmin rushing towards him, he tried to crawl out from under Wanmin's legs without a chance to catch his breath, but could not find any gap.

Pei Yun's nose and face were swollen. The wooden stick was sharp and pierced his blood vessels. The purple official robe was stripped off and the man put it on and laughed:

"Don't mention it, the clothes made in Zhongyuan are just beautiful."

One of them wore a black hat and said, "Only officials can wear this hat. Now, I am an official too."

The two took off their straw sandals and put on the black cotton boots embroidered with gold thread. They ran on the grass and laughed heartily: "These shoes are so soft. They must be made of cotton. The soles are thick too."

Several people were divided into six-ring white jade belts. Each piece of jade was pulled off, and the inlaid gold was taken off and put into their cloth bags.

A voice came: "Troublemakers, troublemakers, I will go back to Sheng'an and tell His Majesty to kill you troublemakers."

The leader, Sai Zhuxu, shouted again: "My dears, he will go back with his troops to kill us and make us slaves again."

Upon hearing that he would become a slave again, Wanmin's blood expanded, hostility and anger continued to spread, and dozens of sharp wooden sticks pierced into Pei Yun's neck and heart at the same time.

Pei Yun stared, wondering why that man insisted on having him announce the imperial edict. He traveled eight hundred miles in an expedited manner, traveling day and night, with a sore back and waist. The imperial edict he delivered was torn into pieces of cotton wool and flew in all directions.

Pei Yun touched his cold official uniform, but it was gone. Only his icy skin and a little warm blood warmed his body. He died so hastily, before he could even fight with King Liang.

He served as a counselor, supporting the prince to ascend the throne, and now holds the third rank. Not long ago, he was drinking and having fun in his mansion, with dozens of beautiful women as his companions. Even the ministers in the court had to be respectful to him, and many petty officials died at his hands. At this moment, he died in a daze.

He discussed this imperial edict with Emperor Hui and others, but he died in the trap he set.

Li Yuanyang was stunned. On the second day of his marriage to Mu Jinan, he handed a letter to Xiao Yan and said, "Send the letter to Emperor Sheng'an..." The letter stated that the grassland warriors were strong and even if the princess suppressed the rebellion, there was no guarantee of future success, so he wanted Mu Jinan to stay in the grassland forever.

Due to the slander of Zhang Zhao, Zhao Fu, Pei Yun and others, this imperial edict was sent to Mu Jinan.

Hundreds of people were escorting the imperial edict. When they saw the crowd rioting and Pei Yun being killed, they wanted to attack the people. The Shiyan Army was still filled with hatred and rushed forward to fight between the two sides. The Shiyan Army was no match for those people.

Seeing the deaths of the Flame-killing Army today, Mu Jinan felt heavy in his heart and said anxiously, "Jingye, the Flame-killing Army has suffered heavy losses. We cannot let them sacrifice any more."

Li Huaijin was worried about her health and wanted to end it as soon as possible, so he asked the doctor to treat her, let her go, and said with a distressed look in his eyes:

"Stay here and don't make any move. I will deal with them."

Li Huaijin, Gu Wenxuan, Zhang Zhenguang, Xue Xiang, Zhao Ji, Xuan Heye, Yun Chi, Canying and others fought with those people.

They are highly skilled in martial arts, with unpredictable moves, and can use soft swords and horizontal sabers at the same time. The soft swords are so fast and invisible that they can cut through the throat with one blow. The horizontal sabers are so sharp that there is no head left after the swords pass through, and it is impossible to see their steps clearly.

Gu Wenxuan said, "Your Majesty sent out the most powerful hundred men of the Yang Zhao Guards. Do you want us to die here?"

The guards of Yang Zhao are all masters who have been carefully trained for more than ten years.

One of them, Yang Zhaowei, held a broadsword in his right hand and attacked him. He leaned over to avoid it, and it was like soft silk sliding across his abdomen. He lowered his eyes, and his clothes were cut. At the same time, Yang Zhaowei held a soft sword in his left hand and slashed at his abdomen.

The bright red blood slid down through the fingers covering his abdomen. Mu Jinan's heart stagnated. The blood reflected in her dark pupils. The girl's heart suddenly hurt and she screamed:

"Luosheng!"

Before Luo Sheng could react, the soft sword pierced his throat. He knelt on the grass. He had clearly won, but died at the hands of his compatriots. Mu Jinan rushed over to hug him, tears dripping down his white mask:

"Luosheng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Luo Sheng took off his mask, and Mu Jinan remembered a saying that a death warrior can only take off his mask when he is dying. His eyes were bright, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and a smile rose at the corners of his lips. He was as bright and gentle as a jade plate, and he was dying:

"When I was young, my parents followed the officials of the imperial court to dig for gold. The mine collapsed and my parents were buried. I begged for food on the street and was bullied by bad people. When I was about to starve to death, it was King Liang who saved me. He was just a child, but he raised so many orphans, fed us, clothed us, and protected us from the wind and rain. Thank you King Liang for raising me and giving me a new life."

"If Shuo Fengyue dares to bully the princess and make her cry, I will teach him a lesson for you. I can no longer follow you and the prince. The princess did nothing wrong, so don't blame yourself. The emperor is the one who is wrong. Take care, princess."

"Luosheng, wake up, Luosheng!" Luosheng slowly closed his eyes and let his arms hang down. No matter how Mu Jinan called him, he refused to open his eyes.

Mu Jinan looked at the soldiers of the Flame Killing Army lying on the green, yellow and red grass. The grass was devastated. The young soldiers with childish faces, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, were covered in wounds, their arms were chopped off, and they kept screaming.

Some people are so blind that they can't even see the red spider lilies blooming on the road to the underworld. The despair and sorrow in the miserable voice destroyed her faith. She felt as painful as if a thousand arrows were piercing her heart. Yang Zhaowei was too cruel.

Mu Jinan believed that this incident was caused by her and that it was wrong to cause innocent soldiers to lose their lives. She stood up and attacked Yang Zhaowei with a sword in hand. It was unknown who caused the blood to splatter on her face.

Some people from Yang Zhao's guards tried to attack the people, but were stopped by the warriors and a melee ensued!

The Yang Zhaowei had good coordination, making it difficult to attack their most powerful masters. Li Huaijin saw through Yang Zhaowei's moves and formations. He dragged his injured leg and jumped into the center of Yang Zhaowei, breaking up their formation.

Yun Chi swept the silver spear past several people's heads. His back was slashed by Yang Zhaowei, and his armor was stained with blood. He fought desperately with all his might, just like when Emperor Rihui wanted to kill him, Mu Jinan risked his life to take him away.

There was not a single spot clean on the sword in Gu Wenxuan's hand, as if it had been soaked in blood. His abdomen was injured, and the blood had stained the small gourd red. He was determined to take Mu Jinan back to see his mother and take Qiqige away.

Alinchu's arm was covered in blood. She wanted to go to the south of the Yangtze River with Mu Jinan to see the orange groves hung with small lanterns. There are red orange trees in the south of the Yangtze River, which remain green even in winter.

"When faced with the strong bullying the weak, the only way is to defeat the strong with the weak! I am just a slave, but I can kill the emperor's secret guards."