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

Unlike a dying person where the pulse of one of the organs appears first, the pulses of the five organs appear simultaneously and quickly. His stomach qi has been defeated. He panicked and shouted in Mu Jinan's ear:

"Cousin, I'm Nangong Yu, can you hear me?"

Li Huaijin heard that Nangong Yu's voice was not right. He was not as calm as usual and seemed to be at a loss. He immediately asked:

"What's wrong? Can't you cure it?"

Nangong Yu avoided Li Huaijin's gaze. He shouldn't have stayed in the grassland for so long without even looking at her. He blamed himself and said:

"The liver is strong inside and outside, the lungs are large and empty, the spleen is weak and powerless, unable to reach the hand Taiyin, the liver qi is stagnant, worrying too much, angry and resentful, frightened and sad, dampness invades the spleen, joy affects the heart meridian, and has damaged the five internal organs. Although hungry, I can't eat. The stomach qi is already defeated. Now I am poisoned, and the arrow hurts the heart meridian. I am afraid... I am afraid... I am sorry..."

"Puff!" Li Huaijin felt a sharp pain in his heart, and blood quickly rolled in his internal organs, flowing upstream, breaking through his throat and tongue, flowing down along the lines on his armor, and dripping on the screen that had fallen to the ground. It was like the Red Crow in the East that was watching over everything, but it could not illuminate the life of his beloved woman.

Li Huaijin's feet felt as if they were weighed by a thousand-pound chain. His injured leg trembled and he fell to the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips. The green screen was not the spring scenery they expected.

On this cold winter day, the beloved fell in a pool of blood. Li Huaijin's heart had been torn into pieces. He stared at Mu Jinan's cheek in a trance, trying to wake her up:

"Mu Jinan, wake up..."

He stayed by her side every day, and often looked at her smiling face, but deep down he was still afraid and worried, and couldn't eat.

Mu Jinan, who was looking forward to returning to Jiangnan, lost all her breath when she heard the imperial edict. The despair in her heart surged like an endless dark tide, completely drowning her.

When Mu Jinan came to this dynasty, she was 20 years old mentally, but only 5 or 6 years old physically. She could not resist the bullying of the slave owners. The year she was a slave may have exhausted all her energy and left her with a weak body.

From the age of five to fifteen, she lived in a merchant's home in Xuanzhou, Jiangnan, waiting every moment for Emperor Sheng'an to send her in marriage, waiting for the fate of traveling thousands of miles to a bitter and cold land, and being beheaded by her husband. As an emperor who was controlled by others and could be called "half-emperor of all ages", how could she not be afraid?

On one hand, there is the responsibility of marrying off the bride to stabilize the foreign tribes, and on the other hand, there is the despair of not being able to return home.

Being under the shadow of imperial power was like being in an abyss. In the little light that Mu Jinan fought for, she took on the responsibility of saving the people. However, at the moment of victory, she was shattered by the imperial power.

Li Huaijin's eyes gradually became dull and he collapsed. The man who held his face and pinched it with such strength last night, his organs and pulses were really broken today. The young man's grief and anger filled everyone's heart:

"I don't believe it. Go to Youzhou to find all the doctors, go to Sheng'an to summon the imperial physician, Gu Wenxuan, and Mohe, and tell them to go quickly. How can she be happy if she is happy about her heart pulse?"

Gu Wenxuan wiped his tears. He had liver qi stagnation and was overly worried. Wasn't this the same disease as Princess Rongde? She died of depression, but she clearly didn't look depressed. He hurriedly went to find Zhang Zhenguang and the doctor.

Li Huaijin lay in front of the couch, holding Mu Jinan's hand tightly, stroking her cheek. She was pale and thin, with white hair on her temples. She let him cry again and again and called her name, but she didn't respond. He held the letter she left in his hand. The boy couldn't stop shaking, his eyes were red from crying, and he was heartbroken:

"Mu Jinan, if you dare to die, I will kill Nangong Yu. He was the one who poisoned me. Wake up, I beg you."

Nangong Yu looked at Mu Jinan's face and stood there in shock. He was a healthy person, but he suddenly became seriously ill. It was because of his paranoia and jealousy. He wanted to see Li Huaijin's legs become crippled. He was late in diagnosing and treating him. He was such a selfish and vicious person. He bowed his head in guilt:

"Cousin, please wake up and don't play this kind of joke on me. I just want you to come back to me. I'm sorry, I..."

When a doctor faced a patient with a dead pulse, he could only seek psychological comfort like an ordinary person. He found the best resurrection elixir in the medicine box, but he couldn't wake her up.

"Ah!" A figure leaped into the dark tent. Nangong covered his heart and looked at Li Huaijin above his head in disbelief and helplessness. He was completely defeated by Li Huaijin. He lost to Li Huaijin's bravery of risking his life for Mu Jinan, and protecting Mu Jinan's great love at the cost of his life.

It turned out that it was Li Huaijin who kicked Nangong Yu in the chest. He thought, this person clearly knew all this, how could he bear to see Mu Jinan get hurt? He could hear the imperial edict and must be standing not far away. He was skilled in martial arts, but he didn't help. Was he still the same Nangong Yu?

Li Huaijin's eyes, which could see through all secrets, stared at Nangong's panicked eyes, leaving him nowhere to escape, revealing the unbearableness in his heart, and accused:

"You watched her get shot and didn't come to get treatment. You, Li Yuanyang, Li Heng, Emperor Ming, and Emperor Hui are all the executioners who killed her."

"If it weren't for the Taoyao cold blood poison, the coldness of my leg wouldn't be so severe. If it weren't for me, Li Jingye, could you take Mu Jinan back to Jiangnan? If she knew you were such a despicable person, would she still stay by your side?"

"This prince has endured the cold poison for many years, and has repaid my wife for your kindness in raising me. From now on, she does not owe you anything."

Nangong Yu was suppressed by Li Huaijin again. It was not the innate majesty of the royal family, but the look of fearlessness and willingness to protect the loved one at the cost of his life.

Every drop of blood on Li Huaijin's armor is proof of his determination to charge into battle for the girl regardless of life or death, and it also expresses his resentment that no one is worthy of fighting with him.

Nangong Yu said nothing, his eyes became anxious, worried that Mu Jinan would... He remembered the birthday party that day, she got drunk, fell into a dream at night, and called that person's name with a tender and sweet voice, wondering:

"I don't know Prince Liang Li Huaijin, why should I marry him when I grow up?"

Maybe it was the soul of Shuangling among the three souls that predicted the unknown, but her memory was occasionally confused and she couldn't remember what she dreamed about or what she said?

Nangong Yu was jealous of Li Huaijin. Later, he thought that with the marriage Gu, Mu Jinan would always obey him. Under the influence of the love Gu, he fell in love with him. He never thought that he would end up walking side by side with Li Huaijin.

Nangong Yu left with a lonely and helpless figure. Standing in the snow, the wind and snow scraped across his cheeks like a blade, and he listened to the assassin standing outside the tent reporting:

"Your Majesty, the person who shot the arrow has been caught."

The curtain was lifted, and Xiao Yan was standing in the distance. His eyes were filled with fear under his wet eyelashes. He saw the heavy snow as white as jade and silver pouring down in the dark sky. Standing fifty feet away, Li Huaijin's expression of coldness and thunderous anger made it even more chilling.

The cold air surged in like a tide, and every breath felt like inhaling a sharp sword.

It was dark inside the tent. Only Li Huaijin's eyes, bright as pearls, were visible. There was a cold light in his eyes and murderous intent surging in his eyes. He looked into the distance at Xiao Yan, the enemy who had shot and wounded his beloved.

The sword of the sky is about to be drawn!

"Swoosh!" In the silence, each arrow made a violent hissing sound, carrying a biting cold air, passing through the fierce wind and snow, and smashing into Xiao Yan's heart like a diamond iron spike.

“Ah!” Xiao Yan’s body shook violently, his feet even flew into the air, and he seemed to be pierced by an arrow. Blood quickly spread, and pain and disbelief shuttled through his body at the same time. The assassins beside him held Xiao Yan, not letting him resist. He was so scared that his soul flew away, and he cried out, “Ah, help me, ah!”

Xiao Yan had never seen such a distance before. In such a hazy snow, even the people could hardly be seen clearly. He was proud of his archery skills, which were the best in the grassland.

At this moment, he was trampled and destroyed to the point of being worthless, as if the Eternal Heaven was holding his lifeline, making him unable to live or die.

Listen to the vast and quiet snow: "One, two, three... ten... fifteen... twenty..."

The bright red blood was better than the red spider lily that bloomed to welcome the yin energy on the road to the underworld. It dripped onto the pure white snow and bloomed into ten miles of red flowers. Every drop of blood was what he should repay to Mu Jinan. If Mu Jinan had not escaped, he would have been shot to death by his hundreds of arrows in the forest.

Xiao Yan's screams reached Li Yuanyang's ears. Li Yuanyang had never seen such a cruel method.

Every arrow hit a place that did not threaten his life. He was no longer frightened, but was sweating and trembling with fear.

"Stop, King Liang. This method is even more cruel than being torn apart by five horses. King Liang, I beg you, please stop shooting. Your Highness King Liang, it's all my fault. Please let Xiao Yan go."

Li Yuanyang's words of admitting his mistakes and begging for mercy did not move the young man. Hearing the assassins continuing to count, he struggled with his bound wrists, leaving blood marks. Xiao Yan was his most trusted confidant and also his good brother. He had been a hostage in Sheng'an for ten years and spent countless lonely days there. It was Xiao Yan who wrote letters to him to encourage him. He had already lost Kedar and could not lose Xiao Yan again.