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

In an instant, a blizzard fell like thunder and rain, quickly swallowing up the blood on the ground. There were only three thousand and five hundred survivors of the Flame Killing Army, and the soldiers were sobbing.

The snow buried their tears. They picked up weapons from the snow and embraced their brothers who had died in the battle. Their torn armor and clothes swayed lonely in the wind, and their miserable cries enveloped the entire grassland.

This battle was won by surprise, with a small force defeating a larger one, but the losses were heavy.

A group of people were walking in the distance. The faces of the people looked familiar. More than 30 cars stopped.

They brought thick quilts, robes, wound medicine, firewood, charcoal, food, small thistle, Panax notoginseng, Platycladus orientalis leaves and other medicinal materials to Zhang Zhenguang. He was grateful and wanted to salute:

"Thank you, little girl."

Qiqige quickly helped him up. Seeing such a mighty general saluting her, her legs went weak and she immediately knelt down as she usually did when saluting King Qing.

Zhang Zhenguang picked her up, but he didn't expect her to be so light. He put her down in a hurry. Qiqige said fearfully:

"General, these are our slaves. The medicine we stole from Zhang Zhi can stop the bleeding for the soldiers. He and Yelu Chang sold many slaves and civilians, and they were beaten to death."

Zhang Zhi was a follower of Yelu Chang. Yelu Chang was a businessman and his family was wealthy. There were dozens of tents filled with good things.

Qiqige, Saizhuxu, and the people who were rescued today drove hundreds of sheep and thousands of horses to Gu Wenxuan. She said timidly:

"The sheep, horses, and carts belong to Yelu Chang. There are still some sheep that we will drive away later. There are also cattle, sheep, and horses from Sun Rong's family. They are rich and have thousands of fine horses. When you, the Shiyan Army, go to war in the future, you will have good horses to ride."

Gu Wenxuan looked at Qiqige in a trance. She was so smart and had become much braver. When Yelu Chang and others died just now, they discussed how to rob these things. He took a breath in pain:

"Qiqige, can you pull out an arrow?"

Qiqige saw that the blood on his abdomen had seeped through the white gauze, and a few strands of the boy's hair fell on his cheeks. He looked so haggard and helpless that it was heartbreaking. She handed Gu Wenxuan a bottle of gold wound medicine and some gauze, and shook her head:

"I won't."

A voice came: "I can pull out the arrow."

Everyone looked back and saw a pair of straw sandals in the snow. The girl's feet were stretched out, and her pants and shirt were half-cut, revealing her skin that was frozen purple.

She pinched her palms, her black hair covered half of her eyes, snowflakes fell on her eyes, her sparkling eyes were as clear as spring water, a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, her words were quieter than the sound of falling snow:

"I secretly learned the medical skills of the miracle doctor."

Gu Wenxuan asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

The girl lowered her head and knelt in the snow: "I don't have a name, no father or mother."

Sa Ke glanced at her and found that she was the one who often used smoke to knock him out. The medical books were turned upside down by her. Every time he felt that the little rabbit was following him, it would disappear when he turned around.

Several people came to the king's tent. Li Huaijin looked like a lost soul. Mu Jinan's cloak was put aside. He was ready to pull out the arrow himself.

Gu Wenxuan said: "Jingye, we are all men, let the doctor instruct this little girl to remove the arrow, stop the bleeding, and bandage the wound."

Li Huaijin took a look at the girl, who was short and thin, with a pale face and skinny body. How could she pull out the arrow? She was also a person of unknown origin. What if she took the opportunity to kill Mu Jinan? The young man choked up:

"I'll pull out the arrow, and you all get out."

Gu Wenxuan blocked Li Huaijin, panicking: "No, you are not married yet, others will talk about my cousin."

Li Huaijin kicked Gu Wenxuan on the leg. It was a matter of life and death. Since he cared about Mu Jinan, why would he care about these false formalities? The young man looked vicious and angry, his eyes full of pain:

"She is my wife. If anyone dares to say anything, I will kill him."

A flash of light flashed across everyone's eyes, the light was cold and sharp, the young man's delicate and gentle face was full of tears, Gu Wenxuan's hand holding the hilt of the knife kept shaking, and he cursed:

"His Majesty has granted you a marriage, allowing you to marry Meng Ying. If you cannot marry Jin'er, her reputation will be ruined by you. Do you want her to be your concubine?"

A drop of vermilion fell on the plush carpet, and blood continued to flow from the fingers holding the blade. Li Huaijin blocked the horizontal knife with his palm. His firm voice shocked the hearts of several people in the tent:

"I, Li Jingye, will only have Mu Jinan in my life. If you break my promise, I will die. If you say one more word, I will kill you."

"Canying, Mohe, come in and take Gu Wenxuan away."

Seven or eight assassins entered the tent, and Gu Wenxuan fought with a knife. Several people started fighting in the tent. Suddenly, his breathing seemed to stop, and his acupoints were sealed by Li Huaijin. When he came out of the tent, he was still gritting his teeth and cursing Li Huaijin.

Sa Ke stood behind the bamboo curtain and instructed Li Huaijin, with Alinchu assisting him. She took off Mu Jinan's inner clothes, revealing that the plain white shirt was covered in blood.

Seeing that the bellyband seemed to be bulging, she easily tore open the seams and took out a piece of paper from the bellyband. It was a letter. Seeing Li Huaijin turning his head away, she put the letter aside.

Sake said: "Help the princess and take Ma Fei San with wine. You need to wait for a while before the pain subsides, but if you can't wait, apply the anesthetic powder I made specially to the wound. Hold the arrow shaft at the wound, don't use too much force, and pull it out quickly, otherwise the princess will wake up in pain and die. After pulling it out, stop the bleeding and clean it up... etc."

The two men took Ma Fei San and other medicines as Sake said. Li Huaijin held the arrow. It was a cold winter day and the young man was sweating profusely. He controlled his hands not to shake, as he knew how painful it was to be shot by an arrow.

"Jin'an, please bear with it."

The girl couldn't hear him, his hand holding the arrow was still shaking, and he closed his eyes to calm down.

A voice came from inside the tent: "Ah!"

The snow was cold and the wind was biting, carrying the girl's heart-wrenching screams into the distance. The young man held the golden beads in his hand, in disbelief. As he listened to her screams and cries, tears as big as beans fell:

"So it's you, little slave girl, Mu Jinan, I'm sorry."

Li Yuanyang rushed to her tent and was held back by the assassins. Gu Wenxuan, who was held back outside the tent, knelt down.

Every scream of Mu Jinan tore the boy's heart. Li Huaijin saw her wounds were covered with blood and tears flowed like a spring. He held Mu Jinan's struggling hand with one hand and helped her stop the bleeding with the other hand.

Li Huaijin wished that the person shot by the arrow was him. Why did God always treat her so badly? He never favored her at all. He would rather Li Yuanyang really liked Mu Jinan, at least he would not kill her and think about killing her every day.

Li Huaijin's jealousy, his envy, his desire to monopolize her love and his desire not to let any other man like her, turned into a sharp blade and stabbed his heart with every scream of pain from Mu Jinan.

"Puff!" The heartless insect bit his heart fiercely. The deeper his love was, the more painful his heart was. Blood spread from his lips and tongue. Li Huaijin suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, which dripped on the back of Mu Jinan's hand. He instantly felt a chill between his eyebrows. When his fingertips touched it, a six-petal icy peach blossom emerged. Even if it was just a little bit of residual poison, he loved her to the bone and could not bear the pain of her injury.

It was him who failed to protect the one he loved.

Mu Jinan's face was pale, the blood vessels on his forehead were clearly swollen, and the wound where his tears fell was painful. He cried out in pain and begged him:

"It hurts, let me go, Jingye, I can't be cured, it hurts, let go, help, it hurts... Nangong Yu, cousin, cousin, save me... save me... it hurts..."