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

The rich kumis took root in the dry and desolate land. Li Jingye looked up to the south. His silent pupils hid Jiang Yan's clear and bright face. The waning moon shone a murderous aura on his face:

"Yan Qing, Huangquan is lonely. You should walk slowly and see me avenge you with your own eyes."

"Yan Qing, this is the mare's milk I am going to give you when I return to Sheng'an City. I wonder if you can get used to drinking it?" Gu Wenxuan lowered his head and cried. There was endless darkness in front of his eyes, and he trembled with every word he spoke.

The desolate voice filled the dark night. Mu Jinan thought back to his past life. When Jiang Yanqing was young, he was exiled with his father Jiang Xiaobai and died on the way. In this life, he was exiled when he was nineteen. Could it be that the endings of the two lives would be the same?

But hadn't she changed her fate long ago?

Li Jingye looked at Gu Wenxuan sideways. He died saving Mu Jinan in his previous life. He was worried that something might happen to Gu Wenxuan. He could not afford to lose his brother again. His eyes were empty:

"Wenxuan, you and Qiqige find a quiet place to wait. I will go back to Sheng'an City. If the matter is successful, you can return home."

Gu Wenxuan was filled with sadness. Overthrowing a tyrannical ruler was not an easy path. If he hid behind others when in trouble, and wanted to be protected by others, then the protector would have to endure great suffering.

Gu Wenxuan's cold expression was full of determination:

"My father was implicated in Prince Shuochang's rebellion and was unjustly killed. The Emperor was determined to wipe out the roots and kill the infant. Only Prince Wei advised my mother and Aunt Chengsheng hid me in her room to save my life."

"When the Emperor learned that my father was wronged, he still refused to clear his name. I was demoted from a young duke to a young marquis. During those years, all the princes and marquises in Sheng'an City avoided the Marquisate, and no one kept me company. Only you and Yan Qing treated me as a close friend. It was you who taught me swordsmanship, and it was you and Yan Qing who played Cuju with me. In our hearts, we not only cherished the people, our country, and the love of our parents, but also our brothers and sisters."

"Jing Ye, I am the general of Sheng, a soldier of the people, and a citizen of the country. The emperor is tyrannical and has killed good ministers unjustly. I should take the responsibility as a general and behead the emperor at the feet of the people."

"Yan Qing and I are like brothers. He was killed innocently. I will sacrifice his blood with the enemy. Mountains cannot crush me, Gu Wenxuan. Ziming Palace cannot stop you, Li Jingye. The emperor cannot kill you, Mu Jinan. We must win. Otherwise, millions of people will die."

Li Jingye was silent but gratitude appeared in his eyes. He always went alone because he had seen his father lying in the coffin. He did not want to see his relatives and friends die in vain, nor did he want to see the people go into exile.

The northern spring breeze had not yet turned the silken threads green, and the withered branches were reflected in the bright moonlight. Thousands of sword shadows were cast on Li Jingye's face, slashing at the evildoers and tyrants thousands of miles away. In the silence, Li Jingye's hoarse and sharp voice echoed in the wilderness:

"Wen Xuan's righteous act makes the emperor ashamed. It is nothing more than a faint hope. He made a torch to Chengyang and slaughtered the people with smoke. To stop the disaster, he must fight on the battlefield. Good ministers emerge in large numbers, and the holy monarch is in power. I, Li Jingye, want to pacify the world, but I don't know how to survive. I just want to serve the people."

"Let's fight our way back to Sheng'an City."

The fierce wind blew the robes of the three men, and the swords on their waists made crisp sounds. They cut a bloody path in the dark and oppressive night, and the blood filled the sky like morning glow.

The morning sun covers the nine provinces, and the breeze pours down from the sky, sweeping across this silent yet passionate land. The yellow sand covers the horses' hooves, and thousands of horses neigh. The soldiers sitting on horseback have eyes filled with heroic and killing spirit.

At the head of the group sits a young man with a heroic and imposing figure sitting on a silver-white horse. The sunlight shines on his silver-white armor, reflecting a sharp color that penetrates the weathered northern defense pass.

Li Jingye raised his eyes and looked at the gate of Youzhou city. He knew very well that Youzhou wanted to rebel, and it was not just the private thought of one governor, but the wish of many nobles and dignitaries behind the scenes.

It is a historical legacy of the Northern Wei Dynasty to this day, the confrontation between power and revival, the hopelessness of the poor, the deep class contradictions, land annexation, the collapse of the military system, the emperor's killing of the Dou family, who was quite prestigious in Youzhou and other places and was regarded as a wise emperor by the people, and many other reasons, the hundred-year confrontation between Guanlong and Beiyou.

On the city wall stood a young man with a cold look in his eyes. He had a hard and stubborn face, and was about forty years old. He was wearing armor and holding a gun. Behind him stood a hundred archers, pointing at the soldiers under the city wall. This man was the newly appointed Jiedushi of Youzhou, Lu Shengji, and the brothers Lu Shenghe of the Fanyang Lu family.

After Chen Xuan and Fan Zheng rebelled and were killed, Cui Hengling and Lu Shenghe asked Emperor Hui to appoint his trusted confidants as Jiedushi. Lu Shengji looked at the young man riding the silver-white horse from afar. Although he could not see his face clearly, his bearing and demeanor were the best in the world. He shouted:

"Who is coming?"

Gu Wenxuan knew that the other party was asking this question knowing the answer. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, ready to draw it at any moment. He attacked Lu Shengji's heart like a tsunami wave:

"This is the King of Liang and the King of Xi of Sheng State, Lu Shengji, open the city gate."

Lu Shengji has been well-versed in literature and military strategy since childhood. He is also a man of noble family with proper strategy. He is well versed in the ways of the world. He is neither good nor evil. He only cares about his own interests and ambitions. He has 130,000 soldiers and horses under his command, so why can't he become emperor?

Lu Shengji had already found out about these people. Only when you know yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. How could he miss such a good opportunity? He raised his lips and said:

"So it's His Royal Highness Prince Liang. I failed to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me, Your Highness. The Emperor's decree is here. Prince Xi is the princess who was married to the emperor, but he disobeyed the decree and returned to the country secretly. He shall be killed without mercy."

"But I admire the righteousness of Prince Xi. If Prince Xi is willing to surrender to Youzhou and write a letter to Heyuan Jiedushi and Dingnan General Mu Jingyi, I will not make it difficult for him."

Mu Jinan's eyes darkened. She had asked Emperor Hui to send Mu Jingyi as the governor and let his father and brother take charge of the army. It was a good strategy. Lu Shengji wanted to use her to threaten Mu Jingyi and seize the troops from Heyuan. She would never become a fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered. She said in a loud voice:

"Lu Shengji, if you have the ability, then kill me. When Shuoxuan and Heyuan Jiedushi lead an army of 100,000 to Youzhou, my father and brother will chop off your head to avenge me."

Lu Shengji's heart tightened when he heard that Mu Jinan was willing to sacrifice her own life. It seemed that what she said was true. She really had the grace of a female general.

Li Jingye's calm expression suddenly turned unhappy. He told Mu Jinan many times not to give up her life lightly. She always treated death as life. Did she care about his feelings? He looked at the tower:

"Lu Shengji, when I come here, I will definitely think carefully and make a complete plan. Since you are talking nonsense, don't regret blocking my way."

Lu Shengji saw that Li Jingye only had more than 4,000 soldiers and horses and was no match for him, so he looked confident.

Li Jingye signaled to Gu Wenxuan to take Fan Zhaoyang and Yuan Ming out.

The soldiers on the city wall recognized the two men immediately. Fan Zhaoyang had been in Youzhou since he was a child and had spent most of his time in the military camp. All the soldiers knew him. He had great prestige in the Youzhou military camp and many people followed his lead.

Yuan Ming fought his way up from a sentry on the Youzhou city wall to a deputy general. The small nobles all looked up to him as a role model. The archers on the city wall gradually became in an uproar. They did not want to point their arrows at the two of them, so they put down their bows and arrows one after another.

Lu Shengji recognized his nephew Yuan Ming at a glance. He had also taught Yuan Ming before, but today someone wanted to threaten him with his step-wife's son, so he chose to "kill his own brother for the sake of justice."

One of the young soldiers shouted, "It's Master Fan returning to the city, along with Deputy General Yuan."

Lu Shengji had been in charge of Youzhou for less than four months, and was far less popular than Fan Zhaoyang. He knew that the soldiers were brothers and had a deep friendship, so his expression was immediately moved, with a cunning look in his eyes:

"Yuan Ming, Fan Zhaoyang, I have to obey the emperor's decree. I just want you two to enter the city."

Lu Shengji glanced at the archer and said, "Only shoot Prince Xi, don't hurt Master Fan and Yuan Ming."

The soldiers looked at each other in confusion because they saw Fan Zhaoyang and Yuan Ming standing in front of Mu Jinan.

It turned out that just now, Li Jingye ordered Yun Chi to bring the two men to Mu Jinan to block the arrows!

Fan Zhaoyang shook his head helplessly. He was really no match for Li Jingye. He had already been defeated. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he admired Li Jingye in his heart for fighting for the people, giving up his princely dignity and traveling thousands of miles for a woman.

Fan Zhaoyang saw through Lu Shengji's plan. Lu Shengji wanted to completely eliminate him and Yuan Ming, destroy their influence in the army, and lead the three armies to revolt. Since this was the case, he did not care about friendship and shouted to the tower:

"Soldiers, King Xi sacrificed his life for the country, and he was so righteous that he suppressed the rebellion of Qingque, saved the people, and saved your parents from being killed in battle."

"Prince Xi is a loyal minister of Sheng State and a female general who suppressed the rebellion. The people she saved are your gray-haired parents, your virtuous wives and children, and your brothers and sisters."

"The only person I, Fan Zhaoyang, have ever submitted to in my life is Xi Wang Mu Jin'an."

"You are fed by the people, you should be loyal to the people, look up to the righteous, respect King Xi, you are seven feet tall men who stand up to the heaven and earth, kill the evil, eliminate the thieves, but now you are pointing arrows at women, your mother, your wife, your sister, your daughter, won't you spit on them? Don't you hide your face in shame?"

"Queen Xi is an expert archer. If you are capable, you should fight her head-on. Don't shoot arrows from behind, which would be unmanly."

The young man's loud voice pierced through the clouds and echoed throughout the streets and alleys of Youzhou City. Many soldiers on the city wall began to feel guilty.

Fan Zhaoyang was a righteous man, a powerful general, and a kind-hearted man. He felt that guarding the city gates was extremely important, and he often made friends with the soldiers on the city walls. He would help soldiers on their birthdays, when they were in tattered clothes, when their families were in financial difficulties, or when their mothers were seriously ill.

In the eyes of the soldiers defending the city, the powerful families are high up, but they don’t care about them.