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

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Seeing Qiqige's curious expression, Mu Jinan was happy for Qiqige, a kind, enthusiastic and energetic woman who had finally escaped from slavery and could live the life of an ordinary citizen:

"Qiqige, consider that money as a wedding gift from me to you and Gu Wenxuan. You don't have to pay it back."

"When did the King give you the money? Didn't he want you to sleep with him?"

Qiqige couldn't figure out why Li Yuanyang was so moody, and her relaxed brows slightly furrowed:

"On the second day after I redeemed myself, King Xi gave me all the money and threatened me not to tell you, otherwise he would kill the rest of my tribe."

"King Qing had just returned to the grassland. One morning, I went to serve King Qing and saw several women sleeping on the ground. From then on, every morning, I would drag the women to King Qing's bed."

"When you rescued me, King Xi was reading in his tent. When he heard the warrior come to report that you had left the tent, he suddenly pulled my clothes."

"He also wrote you a poem. How is it?"

Mu Jinan didn't know that Li Yuanyang was pretending to be lewd, but he was deep and patient enough.

Li Yuanyang ordered that grassland slaves be given three days of rest every month, which was a governing philosophy that no emperor in the Central Plains had ever had.

Li Yuanyang delivered food to poor people every month, took in many orphans, and trained the older ones in martial arts.

Li Yuanyang has led his people into the forest to collect herbs. Once the trade is settled, they will raise horses and sheep. The people will be rich and have food at home. Soon he will be able to win the hearts of all the people on the grassland, and it will be easy to recruit soldiers and pay taxes in the future.

Mu Jinan recalled that Xie Chibei had said that Li Yuanyang wrote that he hated the princess, so he wondered if there were other words to curse her, so he asked:

"Are you writing eight characters to curse me?"

Qiqige repeated it in sobbing language, but Mu Jin didn't understand the two words in the middle, so he motioned for her to speak in Chinese.

Qiqige glanced at Xie Chibei: "I like princesses."

As a person who has been practicing martial arts for many years, his ears are as sharp as a cat. Xie Chibei saw Mu Jinan staring at him from the side, and there was a hint of doubt in her calm eyes.

Why should she care what other people write?

Mu Jinan didn't miss Li Yuanyang. She just felt that many people would say things against their will. The boy who was willing to save her and give her the golden beads when she was young had become her enemy.

If Li Yuanyang surrenders, we will be a friendly tribe. If he leads troops to attack, we will be a life-and-death enemy.

The war did not last long. When the people in the city heard that the fighting had ceased, they went out to the streets one after another to make a living.

The Killing Flame Army passed through the streets of Youzhou and arrived at the Youzhou Defense Zone Protectorate Mansion. The mansion was not as grand and luxurious as they had imagined.

Several rockery and lakes were worthless, the old locust trees were dug up, the iron pot in the kitchen was smashed in half, and only two huge carp were left in the pond, and they were dead.

The entire mansion was so desolate, dilapidated, and shabby that those who didn't know would think it was ruled by an honest official.

Lu Shengji looked at his two little grandsons from afar and explained humbly:

"It was Chen Xuan and Fan Zheng who sold all the items in the mansion to raise troops."

Xie Chibei knew that Lu Shengji had done a lot for Lu Shenghe, trained thousands of followers, and won over ministers and county officials. His knowledge and talent were better than Lu Shenghe, and many people in Fanyang County, Youzhou trusted him.

Xie Chibei sat in front of the empty hall of the mansion and did not let the Killing Flame Army dig deep into the ground.

Emptying it out only makes it more obvious!

Xie Chibei looked at Lu Shengji with gloomy eyes:

"Lu Shengji, money or life, choose!"

Lu Shengji heard that Xie Chibei, the King of Jin who destroyed the four kingdoms, was a benevolent monarch and would not kill his entire family, but would at least spare the women and children.

If Lu Sheng hoped to win over many followers, how could he not prepare to deploy his troops in two directions to avoid being stuck in a dilemma?

Lu Shengji has been subservient to his eldest brother for many years, and his life is staked on this. He would like to see how much affection his brother, who has not yet ascended the throne, has for him.

Moreover, he has already been defeated, and Tan Zigao will only die. It won't take long for the Shiyan Army to find the silver and money.

It was nothing more than the residence of him and his clansmen. Lu Shengji chose to speak frankly:

"When besieging an army, one must leave a gap. When a desperate enemy is desperate, do not force him. Your Highness, the Prince of Jin, will use strategy to quell the rebellion and use military force to stabilize the country. I believe that you will leave my life, money, tiger talisman, and official seal to Your Highness."

The cold wind blew violently in the corridor, and the dancing willow branches seemed to move the sword blade. Xie Chibei stood there with the sword in his hand:

"The one who is besieging me is your brother. You are threatening me, the king. You must die!"

When Lu Shengji saw Xie Chibei's murderous power, the brook in his eyes was rapidly destroyed by the surging and vast ocean in Xie Chibei's eyes.

Lu Shengji's knees were so heavy that they could almost collapse: "Your Highness, it is the arrogance of this sinner."

A burst of orderly and hurried footsteps was heard, and thousands of objects appeared in the mansion in an orderly manner.

Lu Shengji looked at the Protectorate and the property in his own mansion in surprise, then looked at the familiar face. Aren’t these the eight thousand soldiers that Fan Zhaoyang and his brothers brought to the Qingque tribe?