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

Mu Jinan sat on the drum stool, holding his chin in his hand and watching him eat unripe plums. He found it very interesting. He caught a glimpse of his scarlet clothes embroidered with cranes, a red crow with a red crown, frosty feathers as bright as the moon, his elegant appearance, and his spirit hidden in the distance.

The young man in front of her had an immortal look and did not look like an ordinary person. She waved the wooden sword in her hand, motioning him to come over and teach her swordsmanship. Li Huaijin taught her seriously for a long time, and she was so tired that she was out of breath.

Mu Jinan looked back and saw her mother making mooncakes. After washing her hands, she immediately helped her mother, occasionally taking a few bites of the fillings. The mother and daughter were close and warm. Rongde held her on his lap and taught her how to roll out the dough, wrap the fillings, and pinch the patterns. He also used a ready-made wooden mold to press out a few flowers. Mu Jinan pointed at the mooncakes and asked:

"Mother, what kind of flower is this?"

"This one is a lotus, this one is a camellia, and this one is a plum blossom."

Li Huaijin was puzzled. The peaches and plums were just ripe, and there was still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival. How could they make mooncakes? He had seen Mu Jinan wearing Princess Rongde's clothes, embroidered with camellia and plum blossoms. Perhaps she liked the fact that these flowers bloomed alone in the cold, competing with the frost and snow for pride. There were no maids serving in the courtyard. Those who delivered things only stood at the moon door.

Li Huaijin walked into the house and found the furnishings were different from before. There were ox-horn bows, crossbows, jade-blooded swords, sideways Mo Daos, armor-piercing awls, and red spears hanging on the carved weapon rack. These must be the weapons Princess Rongde had used during her battles.

Beyond the screen, there is warm flame on the pepper-mud wall, and a red tent stretching out joyfully. Inside the tent hangs a painting, in which the rising sun is depicted with brilliant light. Above, a green dragon is soaring in the clouds, and below, a tiger's arm is grasped. The tiger's arm is broken, and it is left with only a trace of breath, and is now a subject to the green dragon's tail.

In the painting, a small boat is moored on the shimmering silver pond. A green dress is cut into a round plate, and red lotus is graceful. Sitting on the boat is a girl with cloud-like hair and no hairpin. She is wearing a moon-white gauze skirt embroidered with camellia flowers. She has a sad face, tears are washing her clothes, and she is looking at two clear lotus flowers in the distance.

Li Huaijin carefully examined the painting. The lotus flowers were in full bloom, and there were countless green and red flowers in the pond. But why were there only two lotus flowers? Why was the painting hung inside the bed curtain? The blue dragon, the tiger, the girl in the boat, the two lotus flowers...

He remembered that he had seen Taidi Zunjia Danqing when he came to Mu Jinan's boudoir before. It was a painting made by Tu Bo when he asked for the princess' marriage. But there was no such painting in the room at the moment.

Li Huaijin was looking through the books collected by Princess Rongde on the bookshelf, all of which were the Four Books, Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art, Weaponry Illustrations, Military Books, and many other books. He was also looking through the letters on the desk...

"What are you doing sneakily?"

A silver light flashed across the dark room and landed on the side of Li Huaijin's neck. He moved his eyes along the hilt of the sword. Mu Jinan grasped the Jade Blood Sword in his small hand, his cheeks flushed red, and he was more courageous than a little tiger. He glared at him fiercely:

"What are you looking for?"

Li Huaijin looked at her small body and saw that it was a bit difficult for her to hold the long sword in one hand. He gently grasped the blade and held her up with one hand, his eyes gentle:

"I want to teach the princess how to write, so I need to find some paper."

Mu Jinan pulled his ear. She only liked to swing swords, have fun, and eat delicious food. Her peach blossom eyes revealed a threatening light:

"I don't like writing. I want to swing. If you dare to come into the house and steal something, I will break your legs."

Li Huaijin was stunned. Did she have the strength to break his legs? He carried her out of the house and vaguely saw a young man standing at the moon-shaped door. He was wearing a yellow-brown brocade robe, with a golden crown on his hair, holding a fan in one hand, and his dissolute posture contained a sinister look:

"Rongde, I will come to see you often in the future."

Princess Rongde sat in front of the rosewood table in the pavilion without responding. The young man said a few words and left because he felt bored.

Li Huaijin frowned slightly. This person was King Chen. They were brother and sister, but King Chen's expression just now was provocative.

Li Huaijin thought that Mu Jinan was abducted as a slave this year. The person in the dream was her thought. She was an orphan, her mother died early, and she had never been a daughter. What she was obsessed with must be that her mother would accompany her to grow up and avoid the suffering of slavery. The young man couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He held her tightly and pushed the swing. When Rongde was not paying attention, he whispered:

"Mu Jinan, do you really not remember me?"

Mu Jinan shook his head, his young face was very frank: "Aren't you Fang Laiyuan?"

Li Huaijin played with her for a day and was exhausted and wanted to rest, but it was still noon when he came to the pavilion and saw Princess Rongde was still making mooncakes. He said bluntly:

"Prince Rong, where are General Mu and Jing Yi? Why can't I see them? Isn't there night here? Why don't you go out?"

Rongde placed four mooncakes on a wooden plate, opening the lotus, plum and mountain tea cakes side by side. They were delicate and small, and his eyebrows were disappointed. "The general is guarding the border, and Jingyi is going to the palace to accompany him to study. There is only daytime here, and my father has punished me and I am not allowed to go out."

Li Huaijin was stunned. He had heard from the old man that Emperor Ming loved Princess Rongde very much, so why would he not let her go out? Moreover, Mu Jingyi had never entered the palace to accompany her to study. Could it be that he was detained in the palace to threaten Rongde? He asked:

"Why didn't His Majesty let you go out? What's the grudge between you and King Chen? What's the meaning of the painting in the tent?"

"Is this what you should ask? Why don't you go and take care of the little princess?" Rongde glanced at him. The guard was so talkative. She flipped through the book and said, "So, those who are good at using troops can defeat the enemy without fighting."

Li Huaijin looked towards the pavilion and found that Mu Jinan did not look tired at all and was still practicing sword. Just as she was about to walk towards her, she heard a very joyful and light voice:

"Mother, someone is coming."

Li Huaijin looked back. Green willow branches hung down the pink wall, mottled light and shadows fell on the blue clothes. Four people walked in through the moon-shaped door. The young man was wearing a deep blue robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was handsome and his peach blossom eyes were piercing. Beside him stood a beautiful lady. They were holding the hands of a young man, and a young boy was walking over from the right.

Li Huaijin's body trembled, and his heart suddenly lost consciousness. Tears fell from his red eyes. He had not seen his father for eight years and rarely dreamed of him. Today, he saw his father here. He ran towards his father excitedly, staggering, and cried like a child:

"Father, are you still alive? I am Jingye."

Suddenly, a puff of green smoke passed by him. Li Huaijin saw that his father, King Wei, did not see him. The person next to him was his mother. The little boy looked like him when he was a child. The person behind him seemed to be Li Yuanyang. He was shocked. Why was Li Yuanyang here?

Rongde was delighted to see Prince Wei Li Shenghuang coming. He quickly brought out the prepared pastries. Several people sat around together, eating moon cakes and drinking tea.

Mu Jinan seemed to be particularly close to Li Yuanyang, as if they had known each other for a long time. She always looked at Li Yuanyang eagerly. Li Yuanyang also fed her moon cakes, poured her tea, and gave her several winter melon candies.

"Father, Mother, Princess, Mu Jinan, I am Li Jingye, can you see me? Can you talk to me?"

The people in front of him were still talking, and their expressions showed that they didn't hear anything. Li Huaijin was angry and jealous, thinking, how could his father know Li Yuanyang, why was Mu Jinan so familiar with Li Yuanyang, why these people suddenly couldn't see his existence?

"Ah!" Strong winds blew in from all directions, breaking the branches of the sycamore tree. Li Huaijin's feet instantly soared into the air, and his body flew uncontrollably towards his childhood self. When he opened his eyes again, he lowered his eyes to see his clothes clearly. They had turned into a purple brocade robe, and his hands had become smaller. He hurriedly ran into the house to look in the mirror. A young face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and shock filled his eyes:

"What's going on? How can I return to my childhood body? Who am I? What am I doing here? My head hurts! Peach blossoms, Zhongnan Mountain..."

All memories about Li Jingye disappeared in an instant. His mind was blank and his expression gradually calmed down. His soul had completely returned to his childhood. When King Wei was alive, Li Jingye was naughty and active, with a lively personality and extraordinary intelligence. No one dared to bully him. He ran out of the house and looked at the people in the pavilion in the yard.