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

Mu Jinan wrote an inscription at Quhe Post Station at night and left a small word under the screen, which was Jiang. After she left, Li Huaijin saw the words written on it clearly, and it was Lu's surname.

He left the piece of gauze behind and kept it with him all the time. Even Mu Jinan hadn't noticed it. He wondered if Gu Wenxuan was a thief. He must have searched the tent for a long time. In the dark night, he could only see the gloomy and violent look in Li Huaijin's eyes:

"The bearded dragon roars at night and destroys the mountains and rivers. The snow dragon shines brightly on the land and rivers. Even if the imperial power bans her, she will still be covered with clouds and mist and see the blue sky. She is a dragon among men and fights for the country. How can you, a man of seven feet tall, doubt this?"

Gu Wenxuan usually didn't like reading, but he felt that these words made some sense. He hadn't put down his sword yet, and was putting the two pages of paper into his clothes, preparing to help Li Huaijin up:

"You have been kneeling for four days, day and night. Do you want to cripple your legs? If you do, she will not want you when she wakes up."

"Ah!" Suddenly, the color of snow was reflected on the horizontal sword, and the cold light pierced into the relaxed eyes of the young man. Gu Wenxuan lowered his eyes to look at his clothes. Blood continued to flow and dripped on the snowflakes. The snow was instantly melted by the warmth.

Gu Wenxuan felt as if he was in a glacier, being hit by ice cones from all directions. Every breath he took was painful. He endured the pain and had no time to react. He was defeated by Li Huaijin in one move. His eyes were full of disbelief:

"you..."

The sword broken by Li Huaijin was against Gu Wenxuan's neck. All the letters were snatched away by Li Huaijin. The wound seemed to be shattered by Li Huaijin's hook punch. In the snow, Gu Wenxuan seemed to be dragged away and then stopped.

The wind and snow fell on Li Huaijin, as if thousands of troops were standing behind him, looking down on the brat in front of him, a cousin who was a few years older than him, with a look of dignity that was frightening:

"How dare you put a knife to my neck? You are just a young marquis. How dare you touch the royal family? You rely on my favor for Mu Jinan. Don't you know your place?"

Gu Wenxuan beat Li Huaijin's hand that was pinching his neck. He seemed to have seen the King of Hell. He felt the cold wind rushing into his stomach and he was about to suffocate:

"I don't dare to let go... The Eternal Heaven here may only bless the people of the grassland."

Li Huaijin finally let go after a long wait. Gu Wenxuan was lying on the snow with a dull look in his eyes. He almost saw his father just now. His father asked him to come back and not die yet. He said:

"Go quickly with Jingye and take Jinan back."

Gu Wenxuan finally reacted and thought, it was the same ruthless Li Huaijin as before. He put aside his doubts, watched the cloak being thrown on the ground, and followed Li Huaijin.

Sheng'an's imperial physician has not yet arrived, Gu Wenxuan holds out a glimmer of hope, the imperial edict prevents Mu Jin'an from returning to Sheng'an, they are both in the emperor's hands, and the marriage he is destined to receive thousands of miles away is still waiting for him. He thinks of Qiqi Ge...

The moonlight illuminated the road under Li Huaijin's feet. The strong wind blew up into the air, splashing snowflakes. This was the coldest winter he had ever experienced. The blood in his body was trapped in the ten thousand year old glacier along with Mu Jinan.

Li Huaijin looked up at the full moon. Everyone in the world admired its brightness, but it could not illuminate Mu Jinan, who was dying in the tent. Every time she breathed, her heart cracked, and she seemed to hear the boy's voice shouting in her ear:

"Jin'an, have some porridge."

Several people took turns to guard Mu Jinan, not daring to blink, but she never opened her eyes. Meiluo supported Mu Jinan, and she was so drowsy that she couldn't eat every time they fed her, so they could only feed her more milk.

Nangong Yu and Sake took Li Huaijin's pulse countless times, but both looked embarrassed. Li Huaijin looked at them. If there was any way to save his life in this world, he would sacrifice his life at this moment, just to ask Mu Jinan to wake up.

He even sought advice from the high priest and wizard of the grassland, but to no avail.

There were only two people in the tent. When Li Huaijin was in deep grief, he tried his best to stay rational and think of a way to save Mu Jinan. Just then he heard Gu Wenxuan say:

"The Eternal Heaven here only protects the people of the grassland."

Li Huaijin's brain was working rapidly. The candlelight illuminated the handsome face of the young man inch by inch. The light of wisdom danced in his pupils. He could only rely on himself to imagine various possibilities. He frowned slightly:

"The wizards and high priests here may only be able to summon the souls of the people of the grassland. If we were in Sheng'an, we would have Taoist priests and magicians."

Li Huaijin vaguely remembered the day when Shen Yu's mountain and water mansion was searched in Sheng'an. At night, the Milky Way was shining brightly, the moon was white and the wind was clear, the lanterns were shining, and thousands of houses in the city were lit with candles. At the end of Changying Street, there was a quiet and leisurely scene.

The first time he ate a bowl of white noodles, he couldn't finish it. Mu Jinan didn't want to waste food, so he said:

"Don't you know how many orphans, slaves, and famine victims would snatch a bowl of noodles when they see it?"

Mu Jinan finished the rest of his noodles. When the two of them were leaving, they ran into a sorcerer in white clothes, with an immortal look and vigorous spirit. He was about seventy years old, with a white beard, but his belly was bulging and his chest was high. He walked like a duck and a goose. He held a long pole with a flag on it, and the word "calculate" was written in thick ink. He said a lot:

"Girl, destiny cannot be violated, but all living beings can become Buddhas, and Buddha will save those who are destined to be saved."

"The one who will ferry you across is a dragon that descends upon the earth on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, when the snow is white and the sun is shrouded in cold. When he is born, bells and drums ring, flutes and pipes sound, and thousands of riders and chariots are in line."

"Thank you for your youth, all things are gone, the soul returns! The peach blossoms are in full bloom in Baiyun, Zhongnan, the soul returns to the hometown to change the fate."

"My dear, you lack water in the five elements. The spring rain can revive the withered seedlings, but the moisture is not enough to nourish the dry roots. The dry roots need the nourishment of snow to survive, just like the rain, and they will grow in spring."

"One fate for a jade, two wines for a quilt, three threads for a hair, two people are destined to be together for three lifetimes, when will they get married, let's see what happens, girl."

"The bells and drums are clanging, the flutes and pipes are blaring. Ten thousand cavalry are in line, and thousands of chariots are waiting. Isn't it the beginning of winter in October? Who would go hunting in the twelfth month? And it's snowing heavily?"

There was light smoke and flickering candlelight. Behind the screen, Li Huaijin looked gently at Mu Jinan lying on the sickbed, then lay beside her and held her hand.

Li Huaijin was in deep thought. His father once told him that one December, the royal family went to Mount Zhongnan to hunt. His mother was only seven months pregnant and wanted to go to Baiyun Temple in Mount Zhongnan to pray for blessings. She ignored her father's advice and followed the royal family to Mount Zhongnan. After praying at Baiyun Temple, they went to the hunting ground. His mother secretly shot a goshawk with a bow, but it caused her miscarriage.

Bells and drums clanged, flutes and pipes blared, thousands of cavalrymen rode in unison, thousands of chariots waited in line. On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the sky was clear, but suddenly, fierce winds and heavy snow came. Li Jingye was born. When he cried for the first time, the dark sky was suddenly filled with bright light.

Li Huaijin thought about it carefully. What the Taoist said was that fate was determined in three lives, but his experience with Lu Qinyi and Li Jingye seemed to make him one life away from her.

Li Huaijin thought again, thanks to youth, everything is gone, souls come back! The peach blossoms are in full bloom in Baiyun, Zhongnan, and souls return to their hometown to change their destiny.

When he and Mu Jinan were getting married at the foot of the cliff, they were under the peach tree and sycamore tree in Zhongnan Mountain. He had seen that peach tree before, which had long since died but was now lush and flourishing.

Li Huaijin looked at Mu Jinan tenderly, stroking her cheek with his fingertips, and hugged her tightly again:

"Youth is in gratitude, peach blossoms are in full bloom, the soul returns to Zhongnan, defies fate and changes destiny. Do I have to take you to Zhongnan Mountain to wake up? Jin'an, can you let me enter your dream? I want to know why you can't come back?"