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

The wood was a little hot and still soft.

"Yao Ruo."

Mu Jinan heard a hurried sound in her ears. She half opened her eyes and saw that the palm of her hand that was supporting the table leg was red and swollen, with clear marks from being strangled.

She tilted her head and looked up. The young man was kneeling on the blue bricks, his silver armor covered in dust. The sword bell on his waist touched the jade pendant, "ding." It rang a bell in her painful memory.

Mu Jinan closed his eyes deeply, then opened them again in a daze and looked at him.

His flawless face was covered in dirt, a few strands of hair hung by his ears, his black eyes were covered with mist, and the bloodshot eyes were like sharp swords lurking in the water, suddenly turning up and stabbing at her.

Mu Jinan fell to the ground, moved his body backward, grabbed the table leg with his left hand, and touched the dagger at his waist with the other hand.

She hurriedly shook her head, and the osmanthus hairpin on her golden crown drooped slightly: "Your Highness, I am not, please don't kill me."

Xie Chibei looked at her. She was like a cat attacked by tigers and wolves. She used bamboo chopsticks to resist the enemy, but also shrank in fear in the corner.

He knelt down and took two steps, holding her waist with one hand. His palm touched her platinum brocade robe, and the coolness passed to his palm.

Xie Chibei held her in his arms and looked down at her, his dark, doe-like eyes filled with fear.

He didn't know how she had captured the two states of Zhuo and Yan, completely annihilated the foreign enemies, and killed eight major enemies when the soldiers from all directions called her the spy princess of the enemy country and surrounded her?

He didn't know how she managed to survive, having lived through kidnapping, bullying, hunting, and terror since she was a child.

Mu Jinan had pulled out the dagger and pressed it against Xie Chibei's neck. When she moved the dagger, blood dripped onto the back of her hand and slid onto the white jade armlet on her wrist.

The blood wrapped around the dent on her wrist like a warm plaster. Her arms were wrapped around her, but not tightly, as if giving her some kind of inexplicable protection.

Mu Jinan stared at his palm as his fingers touched the hilt of the Jingye sword.

She dodged backwards: "Brother Jin Chong, don't believe them."

Xie Chibei took off his sword and threw it out of the door, where it hit the stone steps with a clang.

The sound scared the hunting dogs outside the yard and caused the pear blossoms to fall. Mu Jinan turned his head to look out the window, and the scene was clear and bright.

There is no need to prove whether you are a pear or a plum, and there is no need to wait for autumn to prove your bloom.

In Xuanzhou, she ordered her soldiers to defend the city gates and were willing to die, which proved her loyalty to the country.

Mu Jinan tilted his head slightly, looked up at him, but did not let go of the dagger.

"Are you hurt?" Xie Chibei reached out and touched the wound on her neck with his fingertips. The red scar pierced his heart.

When he left, he didn't have this injury. When he saw people, he didn't say anything, but just looked at him warily.

He held her face gently with both hands, his eyes reddened: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you to go back to Xuanzhou."

Xie Chibei touched her palm again and asked softly, "Does your palm still hurt?"

Mu Jinan held the dagger, and watched in a trance as he blocked her way. The thin calluses on his fingertips scratched the scar on her neck, and she shuddered.

She remembered the children blocking her in front of the wooden pillar of the school, tearing open the wounds of her living under someone else's roof and forcing the young girl to crawl forward.

Those who hope for a better future give up their present dignity in order to survive.

She crawled out of the gap where they beat her, but she didn't crawl back to her home, nor did she crawl into the arms of her mother who was separated from her by life and death.

Mu Jinan couldn't reach the age of fifteen overnight and protect himself!

Her father was guarding the territory, her mother was murdered, the emperor forced her father to marry a second wife, her stepmother abused her, and her home became a hell where she was bullied.

Prince Xiang kidnapped and whipped her. She had to kneel down and beg, so she had to go to Nangong Mansion. Nangong Xingjun kicked down the door and almost killed her.

Mu Jinan held her mother's most precious dowry to thank the servant, but saw that the servant was covered with a white cloth. They killed the only person who was willing to save her.

She became an excuse and victim for the powerful to fight for territory and chaos in the world, and became the prey of various enemies.

Nangong Xu sold her to other enemies, who chained her limbs so she couldn't escape.

Mu Jinan risked her life to return to Nangong Mansion and came to Sheng'an City. Xie Chibei hit her ankle with a folding fan and asked her where she was running to.

Xie Chibei lifted her up with a rope, threw her to the ground, and asked her to go back to Xuanzhou several times.

For fifteen years, she was tied to a chopping block, suffering from fear, threats, and pain, without any escape.

Mu Jinan clenched his fist and hit Xie Chibei's shoulder hard: "You are the same as them."

Xie Chibei held her red fingers with one hand. She was very angry, but did not dare to lose her temper.

The sick tiger was driven out of the territory since she was born. No one taught her how to hunt, and she was never loved seriously and wholeheartedly.

How could I not be afraid when she came back with injuries all over her body to seek revenge?

Xie Chibei didn't touch the dagger. He sat next to her. He took off his armor and pressed her fist against his shoulder: "Hit her."

Mu Jinan's fingertips paused, and the retracted fingers were clasped by him. He sobbed slowly, and her eyes moved to his face, and two lines of tears rushed into her eyes.

Mu Jinan grabbed Xie Chibei's hand and bit his fingers. These hands had pushed her away and saved her countless times.

She wanted to bite until it bled, but her tears first dripped onto the back of his hand. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth against his knuckles.

Xie Chibei was silent for a while, rubbed his chin against her forehead, put his long arms around her waist and back, and lowered his head to kiss the scar on her neck: "Bite it a little longer, and it won't hurt anymore."

Mu Jinan was stunned. Xie Chibei didn't tear open her scars or bully her. He just caressed her gently.

She released the back of his hand, dropped the dagger, rested her cheek against his ear, and stretched her hands to his back.

Mu Jinan hit him hard, punch after punch: "Xie Jinchong, I hate you, I hate you."

Xie Chibei felt the kitten jumping over his back, and the blood from the wound slid across his rough skin, seeping into his cold blood, burning his heart.

The person in his arms slowly let go, her arms hanging down at her sides, as if she was tired of beating him, or as if she couldn't bring herself to do it again. Tears from her temples stuck to his face, and he wiped the tears against his ears and slowly wiped them away.

Xie Chibei held her in his arms and looked down at her tearful eyes. There was no hatred to kill him, only the sorrow and injustice of having suffered so much injustice for fifteen years and not daring to speak out the pain.

He kissed the tears in the corners of her eyes and hugged her tightly: "Sister Mu, I hurt you, please don't forgive me."

Mu Jinan's cheeks were wet. She looked up at him. There was no temptation or ridicule on his face. The humiliation that he knew was drowned in his tears.

Every time she was desperately waiting for death and struggling to survive, she was waiting for Xie Chibei to appear.

His voice was low and full of guilt, which made her, who had never heard the gods apologize, think about it over and over again. She thought that the unaccepted believers wanted to calculate, use, and take revenge on him, dragging him down with them.

Mu Jinan lowered his head, clutching his clothes with both hands, resting his forehead on his chest, his back trembling: "Ah, I... hate... why me? Why me?"

She didn't say it clearly, but just cried and hit his chest several times. The osmanthus hairpin fell to the ground, and her black hair brushed across her eyebrows, covering the sadness in her eyes.

Xie Chibei patted her back gently with his palm. The blood in his body flowed backwards and hit the ship in his heart hard, turning it over completely. His chest was pressed under the huge waves and it was painful.

He lifted Mu Jinan's chin, wiped her tears, picked her up horizontally, stood up and walked to the bed, put her on the bed, and reached out to untie her skirt.

Mu Jinan held his fingers: "What are you doing?"

Xie Chibei lowered his eyes: "Let me see if you have any other injuries."

Mu Jinan slapped the back of his hand, pulled back the quilt with one hand, and buried his head in it: "I'm not hurt."

Xie Chibei covered her with the quilt and pulled it open a little. Looking at her fluffy hair, he took off her golden crown and let her sleep more comfortably.

Xie Chibei leaned closer, touched her earlobe with his fingers, and looked into her red eyes:

"You always lie to me. How did you get back to Dasheng? Did we meet in the second year of Tianrui?"

Mu Jinan covered her eyes with her long eyelashes and turned over to lie on her side: "I don't remember."

Xie Chibei turned her face towards him and said, "Let's get married."

Mu Jinan put her cheek against his palm and stared at him blankly. He looked serious and resolute, and seemed to have been thinking for a long time. She slowly closed her eyes and breathed shallowly.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xie Chibei propped up her eyelids with his fingertips, but she refused to open her eyes and didn't agree.

He had no choice but to wash the towel, wipe her face, and go out to ask Doctor Xue to take her pulse.

Doctor Xue said that Mu Jinan fainted because he was too sleepy. He asked what happened to the wound on his neck, but Doctor Xue shook his head and said nothing.

Xuan Heye stood nearby and spoke frankly, "Her Highness has been on the receiving end of a knife while trying to capture Xie Chengzhang. For the past two nights, I've been guarding outside Her Highness's room, and she's always kept a candle lit."

Xie Chibei looked down at Mu Jinan. She didn't dare to rest after the great victory because she was afraid that someone would think she was a spy and kill her.

He gestured for the others to leave, changed into clean clothes, and lay down on the bed next to Mu Jinan, listening to her breathing getting heavier.

Xie Chibei stared at the wound on her neck with a serious expression.

He untied the belts of her outer and inner garments, and with a "ding-ling" sound, he took out the little tiger and the bell.

Xie Chibei flicked the little tiger with his fingertips and lowered his eyes to see the person in his arms sleeping peacefully.

The spring breeze blew the pear branches against the window, and the flickering shadows shone on her face. The trace of melancholy was like a night without the sun, holding the moon down.

Xie Chibei reached out his hand to smooth her frown, held her to his chest, and confessed several times that the drum sounds had changed from day to night, from the mist and rain to the red sun shining in the forest.

Outside the house, ants are moving, swallows are building nests, eagles are patrolling the sky, the wind is blowing, white willow catkins are flying, the green stream is sending white water, the stone bridge is standing firm, and the crowds are dispersing.

A red cloud carried the eagle over the mountains and across the lake. For a few days, the eagle overlooked the green forest in the distance. A tigress was injured by a male tiger who invaded its territory. She ran away with her cub in her mouth. The male tiger chased her relentlessly and forced the tigress to fall off a cliff.

The eagle flapped its wings and flew away, but the little tiger was nowhere to be seen. It sighed and flew for a few more days before entering the central Sheng'an City and landing at the threshold of the Xuanzheng Hall in the Ziming Palace.

It looked at the ministers kneeling on the ground, and Emperor Hui standing in front of the dragon throne roaring, throwing down the memorial, with his hands on his hips:

"Mu Jin'an used a strategy of sowing discord to lure the enemy into splitting up, then joined forces to attack and capture Zhuozhou. Zhou Shenmao and Jiang Yao led their troops to Youzhou, while Mu Jin'an, waiting in the wings, dispatched Fan Zhaoyang and Zhang Zhenguang to capture Yanzhou and Hengzizhou."

Cui Hengling rolled his eyes secretly. Emperor Hui asked Jiang Yao and Zhou Shenmao to send troops, so why didn’t he ask the ministers what they thought?

Why let five hundred orphans leave, losing a huge weakness in vain and letting Mu Jinan gain a good reputation?

Emperor Hui gasped for breath, his face flushed red:

"The Jizhou Governor is an old subordinate of the King of Wei. He surrendered to Xie Chibei. Mu Jin'an rescued the victims of the disaster in Yuzhou and Luozhou. Yuzhou Governor Wei Xiang and Luozhou Governor Zhong Dao even offered their cities. Zhong Dao was a student of Grand Tutor Meng!"

"Zhang Zhao advised me to borrow troops from Yuhe in exchange for the people of Yu. I agreed to this three days ago. Who leaked the information?"

The ministers knelt on the ground, listening to Emperor Hui's rage, and they stole glances at each other.

Your Majesty, when Zhang Zhao advised you, you did not agree, but you also did not reject him, and you did not execute the evildoer who wanted to harm the people in the palace.

As for how the news reached Yu Luo, was the person who spread the news afraid that Emperor Hui would exterminate his entire family?

As long as it is said or done, someone will remember it, and Dasheng has never lacked people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for justice.

Are the people of Yuzhou waiting for you to surrender the city so that they can seek justice from the King of Hell in hell?

They are taking precautions, so what's wrong with that?

At this moment, the people of Yuzhou are the law of nature weighing down on Emperor Hui's head.

When he was young, the poor scholar Zhong Dao lived in Meng Songqing's house. He studied and learned etiquette. Later, he became the second place in the imperial examination and took a position in the local government.

After Meng Songqing died, Zhong Dao fell seriously ill. When he heard that Mu Jinan had captured Zhuozhou, he joined forces with Wei Xiang to surrender.

Rumor has it that Mu Jinan is a princess of an enemy country and that God wants to kill her, but she has managed to find the right time, place, and people for herself.

Mu Jinan did not need to spend much military rations to mobilize troops from various states and captured them in one fell swoop, defeating the Xilu soldiers. He distributed land to win over the hearts of the people and sent some of Qu and his people back to their states.

Many people praised her, and some people in various states were even waiting for Mu Jinan to come in person and distribute land to them.

Mu Jinan commanded an elite army with a winning streak, and had the support of a large grain-producing state, stretching from the north to the center. The governors of various states wanted to attack her, but did not dare to act rashly.

It is obvious that those who are righteous will have many supporters, those who are righteous and benevolent will win the people, and those who are strong and victorious will win generals.

No one dared to take risks for Emperor Hui.

Emperor Hui looked at all the officials, and no one spoke.

He was furious: "Mu Jinan commanded all the troops in Beiqiang Province, and eleven provinces became her possession. Not only did she distribute the land to save the orphans, but she also promoted her powerful generals and counselors to be provincial officials and overturn the injustice?!"

"Jiang Yin, Mu Jinan found out that Sheng Panzhu once gave you two million taels of silver, all of which were taxes from Zhuozhou."