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

Xuanzhou City in Jiangnan.

The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the peak of Lingshan Mountain pierced into the clouds, making its height invisible. The lake in the distance was not as calm as before.

Nangong Yu was dressed in green, smoke brushed across his facial features, which were carved with a knife and a pen. His extraordinary and enchanting face was a little gloomy. He stood on the shore of Jin Lake, the lake surface was shimmering, and it seemed like a rapid current.

From time to time, the sound of him coughing could be heard.

He watched the men salvaging the sunken ship, and there was no sign of the Nine-Turn Golden Silk Box. He lowered his shoulders and took off his shoes.

Chi Hua hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young Master, you are not a good swimmer. You have been traveling day and night and staying in the mountains. You have caught a cold. You must not go into the water."

"We have offered a large reward. If someone finds it, we will return it to you."

Nangong Yu lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Get out of the way"

Chi Hua knelt on the rocks beside the shore and said in a deep voice: "Young Master, you can't go into the water."

Nangong Yu jumped up regardless of the dissuasion.

Under the lake, Nangong Yu searched carefully and saw the green clothes and hair floating up.

He gradually swam deeper into the lake, and felt his eyes a little sore, and the marriage-binding Gu in his body was surging:

"Cousin, I will definitely heal you"

He saw a number of floating objects in the distance and swam towards them.

There were a few boxes and some clothes.

There was a lock on each box. Nangong Yu tried to open the lock with a hairpin, but it was useless because his strength weakened in the water.

Nangong Yu gripped the lock tightly, pulling it hard again and again. His hand was scratched by the lock plate. He clenched his fist and punched the lock.

The lock was opened and he searched inside the box, but the Nine-Turn Gold Wire Box was not there.

He came to the second box, his right hand was covered in blood, and the blood was floating everywhere along the lake.

He endured the pain, dragged hard, pounded on the lock, frowned, and the lock opened.

Nangong Yu searched hurriedly and found the Nine-Turn Gold Silk Box hidden under layers of medicinal herbs.

He rarely smiled, but the corners of his mouth curved up:

"found it"

He swam upwards as if he was holding a treasure, and slowly he felt himself losing all strength.

He was having trouble breathing and tried desperately to swim up:

"Jin'er, wait for me"

A feeling of suffocation came over him and spread throughout his body, and his hands were covered in blood.

He closed his eyes weakly, holding the Nine-Turn Gold Silk Box, and his body gradually sank downwards.

The image of her when I first saw her appeared in my mind.

Nine years ago, in the 24th year of Tongyuan, Chang'an City.

The slave owner's wife lying in the house had several wounds all over her body. After being poisoned, peach petals grew on her skin and quickly rotted.

Her eyes were bleeding red, and she covered her eyes and shouted: "I can't see, help, it hurts, kill me"

Soon, she lost her voice and her heart stopped beating.

Nangong Yu searched the house carefully. The smell of blood attracted him, so he turned around and looked back.

Walk towards that door.

Gently pushing the door, Nangong Yu's eyes were filled with shock.

I saw.

She was covered in dirt, and the tattered coarse cloth clothes could not hide her wounds. Her knees and arms were covered with bloody, rotten whip marks, and burns from fire tongs.

A patch of her hair was torn out and some of it was festering and rotting, the skin on her fingertips was ulcerated, the bones of her feet were exposed, and she was curled up in a tiny gap in the open room.

Trembling all over.

Under the messy hair was a calico face with eyes full of fear and anxiety.

Nangong Yu leaned down and stretched out his hand to her. She reflexively covered her face, and her arm was still shaking:

"Don't... hit me"

Nangong Yu's eyes were cold: "I won't hit you, just follow me"

Mu Jinan slowly put down her hand, her eyelashes trembling, and kept looking at his face.

Nangong Yu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his fingers, and saw that one of her teeth had fallen out and half of her eyebrow was burned off. He said coldly:

"Don't be afraid, they are all dead, I will take you home"

Nangong Yu picked up Mu Jinan and touched the wound on her body. She screamed in pain:

"pain"

She bit his shoulder, his brows furrowed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, he looked into her eyes, his face slightly angry, then calmed down:

"Bite lightly"

Nangong Yu held her in his arms and felt that she was thin and frail, just a bag of bones, and seemed not even as heavy as his sword.

Mu Jinan loosened his clenched teeth and looked at the blood on his body that stained his blue clothes. With trembling hands, he wanted to wipe the blood off his clothes.

Nangong Yuxing's eyes turned slightly, and he said lightly: "It's okay."

Mu Jinan's hand stopped in mid-air and then retracted.

He held her in his arms and left with light steps.

Behind him, there was scorching flame and smoke all over the sky. Those people, the house and the yard were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Reduced to ashes.

She was washed and combed, and her little face was sallow.

One month later, in the Nangong Mansion of Xuanzhou City.

That day.

Mu Jinan stood under the peach tree in the yard. She was wearing a peach pink dress, which made her look cute and lovely. Nangong Yu seemed to be two or three heads taller than her.

She was reluctant to say more, Nangong Yu's face was gloomy:

"sit down"

Mu Jinan sat upright on the stone bench, motionless, staring at his face.

Nangong Yu lifted her sleeves and applied the powder to Mu Jinan's wound.

Mu Jinan couldn't bear the pain, so he threw his arms away and cried out loudly:

"It hurts so much...don't...apply medicine"

Nangong Yu stretched out his wrist, his stern features showed no extra expression:

"Biting"

There were still traces of tears on Mu Jinan's face, and she bit his arm. Although it was through clothes, Nangong Yu frowned in pain and quickly applied medicine to her.

Then the pain gradually became numb.

Seeing her grimacing in pain, Nangong Yu had no choice but to blow on her wound continuously to reduce the pain from the medicine.

Nangong Yu put away the medicine bottle and saw that Mu Jinan was still biting him, so he said:

"Okay, let go."

Mu Jinan slowly let go, and Mosquito buzzed in a low voice:

"May I have your name?"

Nangong Yu lowered his eyes, stood up and left, then stopped: "My name is Nangong Yu, I'm your cousin"

Mu Jinan's timid voice came: "Cousin"

Nangong Yu stopped, this was the first time he heard her call him cousin, during these days since he rescued her, she did nothing but cry every day or curl up in a corner with the door closed.

Nangong Yu turned around, a touch of tenderness flashed across his eyes:

"What's the matter?"

Mu Jinan slowly moved away from the stone bench, stood up, looked worried, and waved his hand:

"Cousin, you won't chase me away. Is there any food here? Do I need to do any heavy work?"

Nangong Yu has discovered that she has a bit of a stutter these days.

Nangong Yuxing's eyes were cold, thinking that he should have cut that vicious woman into pieces. He lowered his eyes and spoke in a gentler tone:

"No, this is your home. You are the daughter of the Nangong family. You don't have to work."

Mu Jinan breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curled up slightly, he lowered his head to his knees, bowed and said:

"Thank you..cousin"

Nangong Yu noticed that her salute was a little strange, neither a bow nor a kneel. A barely perceptible strangeness flashed across his eyes, and then he turned and left.

Sitting in front of the desk, Nangong Yu looked at the teeth marks on his arm, one after another, some were red, some were bleeding. He applied medicine powder on the teeth marks and frowned slightly.

There was a pile of medical books on the desk, and every page was yellowed and wrinkled from being turned by him.