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

Li Huaijin's eyes became blurred repeatedly. After pulling out the arrow, he sat behind Mu Jinan while Alinchu treated the wound on his chest.

He was worried that he might hurt her because of his excessive strength. After bandaging the wound, she stopped crying and fainted from the pain. Li Huaijin called her name in her ear:

"Jin'an, Jin'an."

After she put on her clothes, Sake gave her acupuncture treatment. Half an hour later, Sake felt her pulse again. The old man's pupils gradually lost focus and his hands trembled constantly. It was clear that the poison had been controlled. Why?

Li Huaijin saw Sa Ke's expression and asked in panic, "What's wrong?"

Sa Ke checked his pulse again, and he knelt down and cried:

"This is the true visceral pulse, also known as the dead pulse. The princess's vital energy is exhausted, her stomach energy is defeated, the disease is serious, and the true energy of the five internal organs is exposed. The disease will not last more than ten days. Those who see the true visceral pulse will die without treatment."

Li Huaijin's body was shocked. He pulled his arm and shook his head in disbelief. The poison had been controlled and the arrow had been pulled out. Why was the pulse still dead? It must be that this quack doctor was not good at medicine. He asked again:

"Is the stomach qi damaged? The five internal organs all receive qi from the stomach, and the stomach is the foundation of the five internal organs. If there is stomach qi, then life will come; if there is no stomach qi, then death will come. Did you make a wrong diagnosis?"

Sakho said, "I have examined him five times. His stomach qi has failed. This is a dead pulse."

Li Huaijin retained some rationality and his brain was working rapidly. He was determined to save Mu Jinan. At this moment, perhaps only Nangong Yu could keep Mu Jinan alive. Even if he snatched Mu Jinan away, they were still cousins ​​and he would not just watch her die.

He suddenly remembered Xuan Li's words: "You asked me to hunt the white falcon to please Yelu Chang, and I almost got my eyes pecked out."

"White falcon? Go find Xuanli and bring the white eagle here." After Li Huaijin gave the order to Mohe, Xuanli soon came to the king's tent with the white eagle. The assassins in the tent held sharp blades in their hands and protected Mu Jinan. The ropes tied to the white eagle's wings were untied.

Li Huaijin signaled his assassins to leave some space for Bai Ying to see Mu Jinan's face.

Suddenly, the white eagle with a wingspan of more than one meter pounced on the assassins, just like Li Huaijin who fought desperately today, trying to break through the encirclement and take away Mu Jinan behind him.

Li Huaijin held the Sky Sword to block the White Eagle. The White Eagle's sharp and angry eyes seemed to want to kill him. The White Eagle attacked everyone again. The majestic sound of the vibration of its big wings and the cold wind continued to attack every corner of the royal tent.

Li Huaijin supported Mu Jinan, hugged her tightly, and sat beside her. The sharp eyes of the white eagle gradually softened, and it fluttered its wings and slowly stopped, landing on the green screen.

The boy, who seemed uneasy and anxious, looked at the girl trapped in the crowd.

Li Huaijin said: "You all stand behind the eagle."

The assassins changed positions, and the white eagle flew from the screen to Mu Jinan's side, spread its wings, and gently stroked the girl's clothes with its smooth white feathers. A teardrop fell, and it crawled on her bed again, and its pure white jade claws gently touched Mu Jinan's fingers.

Unlike the eagle's usual majestic cry, a whimpering sound was heard, and the white eagle's eyes were fixed on Mu Jinan. The look in his eyes was just like the way that the annoying guy looked at Mu Jinan when he was in Sheng'an, gentle, affectionate, and extremely focused.

Li Huaijin frowned slightly. It must be the Haidong Green Eagle Xiao that Nangong Yu raised. This person is actually in the grassland. Why doesn't he show up? Nangong Yu must know about the war today. He may have discovered that Mu Jinan was injured a long time ago.

Li Huaijin wrote a letter, tied it to the eagle's claws, and asked the assassins to let the white eagle fly away, and then ride horses to find the direction where the white eagle flew...

The snowflakes were originally light, but they fell one after another under the dark cloud-covered sky, like a pouring flood, pressing heavily on the white eagle's wings. It flapped its wings desperately to fly.

The only sound in the silent snow was the angry eagle's cry. Its eyes pierced through the fog and darkness like lightning, and landed in front of a plain white tent. It poked its head out slightly and looked back.

In the pure white and silvery color of the snow, there is a cluster of dreamy Xiangfei color that does not belong to this world. It is more delicate than the peach blossoms blooming in March and April. It flies from the top layer of the ivory tent to the side of the white eagle and licks its feathers.

Li Huaijin jumped off his horse and the assassin handed him a walking stick. He walked a few steps with it, then threw it on the snow, lifted the tent curtain and walked in. He didn't want his rival to see him injured.

There are medicine jars on the blazing fire, and you can vaguely smell some bitter medicinal aromas. Next to the fire sits a young man, and the green smoke lingers on his handsome face like morning mist in the mountains.

He was dressed in white, and his eyes were no longer evil. After not seeing him for more than a month, his eyes had become more tender. The young man did not raise his eyes, but spoke in a cold voice:

"Your leg is broken?"

There was still blood on Li Huaijin's palms. Seeing the many items in the tent, he stayed on the grassland for a long time and asked:

"Do you know she was injured today?"

Nangong Yudao: "Yes."

Li Huaijin looked at Nangong Yu's determined expression and became suspicious. This man actually watched Mu Jinan get hurt without any reaction. The young man said anxiously:

"To save or not to save?"

Nangong Yu did not move a step, and said in a cold tone: "Why did you save her? Just because I like her? You two both owe me a life, when will you repay me?"

Li Huaijin's eyes were dark. He just wanted Mu Jinan to be alive. What could be more important than her life? At worst, he could just take her back. He said coldly:

"Tell me your conditions."

Nangong Yu threw a small exquisite jade gourd to Li Huaijin. Since Li Huaijin couldn't forget, then let Mu Jinan forget. This medicine has been taken by more than ten infatuated lovers and all of them have forgotten their love. He wants to make a bet:

"The imperial decree has granted you a marriage, and at this moment she is still the Princess of Xi. You two are in a dilemma, hanging by a thread. I want you to kill the Xi King, establish yourself as the king here, divorce Mu Jin'an, and return her to me."

Li Huaijin clenched the medicine bottle tightly. The reason why he hadn't killed Li Yuanyang yet was because he wanted to use Li Yuanyang's defeat to sign a peace treaty. If he killed Li Yuanyang, those in the clan who harbored evil intentions would definitely use this as an excuse to start a war.

At this moment, the Flame-killing Army has not yet fully assembled, and it is winter and frosty, so the soldiers are seriously injured and need to recuperate.

Li Huaijin was willing to let Mu Jinan forget him, just to save the one he loved. Nothing was more important than her life. He bowed his head humbly:

"Li Yuanyang can't die now. I will give her this medicine to make her forget me. I just hope you can save her."

Nangong Yu stood up, picked up the medicine box, and stopped when he passed by Li Huaijin. The two looked at each other with disdain:

"Has she ever told you that she likes you?"

Li Huaijin held his head high, and said even though he had never said it before. He could not hide the joy in his eyes, and said in a leisurely tone:

"I said..."

Nangong Yu's face turned cold, and he gave Li Huaijin another bottle of medicine: "Antidote for Taoyaohan Blood Poison."

Nangong was about to leave when a cold wind blew in from outside the tent, instantly condensing the air. The day was even quieter than the snowy night, and the only sound was the boiling of the medicine.

The firelight climbed up Li Huaijin's face inch by inch. Even though only half of his face was exposed, one could clearly see the resentment beneath his handsome features. His deep and sharp eyes penetrated the man's white clothes and looked directly into the darkness in his heart. He peeled off the layers of fog and explored the truth. The sinister and violent light of wisdom and determination overflowed from his eyebrows and eyes. The young man said fiercely:

"The Nangong Mansion is heavily guarded. Mu Jinan said that the poison was stolen. She likes to talk in her sleep at night. A few years ago, you heard her calling my name in her dream? Did you poison her with the Hanque poison? And did you send her the Taoyao Hanxue poison?"

Nangong Yu's tall and straight body relaxed a little, and he looked into the young man's godly eyes that saw through the corrupt world. He felt as if he was being suppressed by Li Huaijin.

The air in the tent was thin and Nangong Yu felt it was difficult to breathe. Whether he felt guilty or was speechless, he walked out of the tent without saying a word and disappeared into the snow.