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

Bai Danggui was grateful in his heart. With the help of the prince, he would definitely be able to find it. As he turned around, he asked with concern: "Prince, is the princess okay?"

Li Huaijin lowered his eyes. Although he had taken the antidote for the Taoyaohan blood poison, why was his heart still in so much pain? Could it be that Nangong Yu did not give him the real antidote? But seeing that the scars on his skin had faded a lot, he forced himself to:

"Wake up soon."

Chang Sheng knelt down beside him, his voice not as rough as it was on the battlefield, but a little gentle: "Your Highness, my sister was abducted when she was young, her nickname was Qiuyue, I don't remember what she looks like, maybe she has changed a long time ago."

Li Huaijin asked, "Do you have a birthmark?"

Chang Sheng recalled that his parents had passed away long ago, and he did not know the birthmark, but he remembered the face. He said:

"She had a cinnabar mole on her forehead and a copper coin on her neck, but one corner of the coin was broken off by my subordinates."

As he said this, he handed half a copper coin to Li Huaijin. Li Huaijin thought that it was rare to have a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. It seemed that he had seen it in the palace, but he had never paid attention to women's appearance. If so, he would be more confident of finding it and could ask Yun Chi later.

"I will try my best to find her."

Chang Sheng bent even lower. He had heard that Li Huaijin had many portraits of lost people, which should be found. He thanked him:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

..

Snowflakes were rustling, and the tent was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was Li Huaijin's heartbeat. He didn't know whether it was because the cold poison and heartless Gu had already coexisted with his heart meridians, or because of the great sorrow and pain that had damaged his heart meridians. Nangong Yu did give him the antidote, but he still felt pain in his heart.

In the past few days, many doctors from Youzhou came, all of them looked troubled. No matter how much money they paid, they could not hear a word that Mu Jinan would wake up. All doctors told him that it would take no more than ten days, six days...

Even Nangong Yu, who was always highly skilled in medicine and calm, was helpless. Nangong Yu looked at Li Huaijin, who had a few short white hairs, sunken cheeks, and his back, which was usually as straight as a pine tree, was bent extremely low.

In the silence, he walked alone in the snow, heading into the distance.

The little girl who was not found in the slave owner's yard when she was young was rescued from the Xuanzhou Lake, picked green plums for her, and returned to Sheng'an five years after she was poisoned.

Sheng'an is in Zhongnan Mountain, with green streams and red peach trees. That day in front of the Taoist temple, Li Huaijin and Mu Jin'an were accompanying each other in wedding dresses. He opened his eyes and stared at her for a long time, fearing that she would run away.

The whole garden is full of alluring spring scenery, the steps are covered with moss and wet with spring rain, under the peach and plum trees in the palace, he wiped a six-petal peach blossom from Mu Jinan's black hair. It seemed to be fate that he was poisoned by her peach cold blood poison and saw the six-petal peach blossom again.

Li Huaijin used God's gift and selfish motives to set up a trap, tied Mu Jinan to his side, hid him in the mansion, and guarded against men.

I still remember the dream he had when he was lying on the plum tree: "You know me, and when you grow up you have to marry me..."

He heard that Mu Jinan once said on that tree, when can I kill Li Huaijin? Mu Jinan heard Luo Yule call her Princess, she refuted, but Li Huaijin did not refute the Princess.

Li Huaijin was lying under the plum tree, and saw some words praising women's beauty in the medical book. He praised Mu Jinan for her dazzling beauty like a lotus and her beauty like peach and plum.

At this moment, there is no pepper paste on the walls, and there is no mist around. There is no warmth at all. Only snowflakes can be seen in Yansai, each flake is as big as a fist, and each fist hits the snow heavily.

The place where the snow collapsed seemed to be the endless abyss where Li Huaijin had struggled for a long time before he met Mu Jinan. The abyss in his heart, when he met the girl's eyes as bright as the morning glow, did he dare to push away the darkness and get the bright face of today.

The ice was piled high, the snow was flying for thousands of miles, and pieces of snow were blown down to the Xuanyuan Terrace. In the dark night, one could clearly see a cluster of bright red snowflakes falling on the white jade, and also dripping on the green.

The blood flowed down Li Huaijin's skin, soaking his sleeves and falling in front of Changshengtian. The young man used the local blood sacrifice custom to cut three cuts on his arm, begging Changshengtian and the God of Fire.

Li Huaijin knelt at the Changshengtian altar, his knees buried in the snow. His injured leg was still shaking. The cold air penetrated his flesh and blood. He was numb. The young man kowtowed countless times.

His eyelashes were covered with thick frost, and his scarlet eyes were like dead wood, dead silent and hopeless. Only when he thought of Mu Jinan, there was a faint light in his eyes, like a waning star in the snowy sun, surviving against the will of heaven.

Li Huaijin's cheeks were covered with ice, like the warm tears of a young man, which turned into blood and tears when the wind blew, trying to move the heavens to save her life. It was a snowy night with all the sounds in the world, but the north wind was so strong that it shook the heavens and the earth:

"Eternal Heaven, please protect my wife. I, Li Jingye, am willing to sacrifice my honorable life in exchange for my wife Mu Jinan's peace for the rest of her life. I am willing to bear all the pain and suffering for her."

"I want to save the people, and I want to save my wife even more. Mu Jinan is just a 15-year-old, she has eradicated evil, fought on the battlefield, made contributions to the country, and benefited the people. How can I bear to see her die? I pray that the gods will open their eyes."

"If you want to punish me alone for staining the grassland with blood, she is just a weak woman. She has never done anything evil. Why let her suffer so much? Changshengtian, I beg you..."

Only the whistling of the cold wind was heard, and there was no response from the gods.

Ning Ye's purple cloak fell on his trembling, low-bending body. A flash of silver light streaked across the night sky. The icy blade was colder than frost and snow, and its sharpness almost created sparks against his thin skin. The gaze behind him was like a wolf king attacking at night, staring at Li Huaijin.

The knife on the side of the neck penetrated deeper and deeper, and blood oozed from the neck. Gu Wenxuan's voice was like a god who could see the secrets of people's hearts. He held solid evidence in his hand, and a gloomy tone came from behind:

"I'll ask you again, what does it mean that Xue is lonely and Quan imprisoned me?"

Li Huaijin moved closer to the blade's neck, fearless of life or death, without turning his head, staring at the oil lamp on the altar that was extinguished by the strong wind. His posture was higher than that of a god, suppressing the towering figure standing behind him:

"I have already told you, why should I repeat it? You dare to use a knife, do you want to die?"

Gu Wenxuan gripped the knife handle tighter and looked at the other page of paper in his hand, which was pitch black. He stared at the words with the dark eyes of an owl, and then stared at Li Huaijin's back.

His aunt Princess Rongde and his uncle Mu Chen were both righteous and awe-inspiring, but Mu Jinan was a princess, so how could she block the sword for the general? How could she care so much about slaves? She was too kind and loving, and didn't seem like a cold-blooded person like the dynasty.

Gu Wenxuan picked up something from nowhere, and while Li Huaijin was worried about Mu Jinan, he searched for a long time and found the evidence:

"My wife is Jin'an, Jingye is greedy... Xue is not alone, she is the wife of Mi."

"Xue, Mi, who are you two?"

Li Huaijin did not move at all, he was only concerned about Mu Jinan, and could not reveal his true intentions at all:

"The Taoist once divined that my five elements lack water. The spring rain will revive the withered seedlings, but the moisture is not enough to nourish the dead roots. The dead roots need snow to survive, and the rain will accumulate and irrigate them, so they can grow in the spring."

"I told you that the plum tree died, and it was she who watered it and saved it. I am grateful, and I want to name my wife Li Jinyu and Mu Jinxue. Why not?"

Gu Wenxuan didn't completely believe it. How could one change his name and nickname so casually? The pitch-black night made his pretty face look sinister and gloomy, and the sword in his hand didn't loosen at all.

He held the second piece of paper in his hand. It was a piece of gauze taken from a yellowed screen. The words on it flowed smoothly. He read carefully:

"Heroes and Kings" The swords and horses are for the country, and the thick soil and yellow sand cover the bones. Since ancient times, the souls of heroes are everywhere, and the people dream of wine and mountains."

""Dreaming of You"" I miss you so much that I can't understand it. The autumn wind blows in the north at midnight. I look at the moon and miss you so much that I often dream of you at five o'clock in the morning."

"This is Mu Jinan's handwriting, but the two small characters below, Jiang and Lu, whose surname is that?"