After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

Now Mu Xi was in a miserable state. His body was tossed around like a toy, and the porridge and ginger soup he had just drunk formed arcs in the air.

Just as Mu Xi's liver, gallbladder, spleen and kidneys were lined up, waiting to be thrown out, Du Gang jumped up, held Mu Xi in his arms, flew into the air, and landed steadily.

All the officers stared at Muxi's silly eyes, his frizzy hair and the rice grains on it. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to because there was a murderous look coming from behind them.

Prince Duan stared at An Muxi's wooden face, extremely angry, "An Muxi, you want to punish all your clans, right?" His fists creaked, with a look of disappointment.

Du Gang stuffed An Muxi into the carriage and continued to drink porridge with the officials, as if what had just happened had not happened.

Indeed, they have seen all kinds of strange things while escorting prisoners all year round, and some were even trampled to death by horses while trying to escape.

Prince Duan was helped to the prisoner's carriage, carrying his backpack. How panicked this woman was just now, she didn't even want the backpack. Hey, why is this backpack so light? She climbed onto the carriage, pulled the quilt over, and covered Mu Xi.

An Muxi lay in the prison car for a long time before his liver, gallbladder, spleen and kidneys slowly returned to their original positions and his consciousness returned, but he still felt uncomfortable. He glanced at Prince Duan's eyes, which were focused and angry, and closed his eyes.

I heard the prince's roar just now very clearly. It's because his legs and feet are not in good condition. If his legs and feet were good, he would probably have caught me together with Du Gang.

"Let's go, hurry up everyone."

Officer Liu Er came over and untied the reins of the prisoner carriage, "Go!"

The carriage moved slowly.

The biting cold wind and the endless loess road made Mu Xi fall into despair again.

He had a cold to begin with, and when he was escaping, the dark horse tossed him around like an Indian pancake, causing him to tremble all over and fall into chaos.

I don't know how long it had been, but I found myself wrapped in a quilt like a cicada pupa, with a corner of the quilt covering my head. Through the gap, I looked into Prince Shangduan's worried eyes. I felt like I was being held in his arms like a baby.

"Xi'er, are you feeling better? I just fed you some medicine!!!" A big hand lifted the corner of the quilt, revealing Mu Xi's blushing cheeks and clear eyes, and then touched Mu Xi's forehead considerately.

An Muxi's face twisted, and her nose was filled with the smell of bupleurum and licorice. "Okay, the fever is gone, but my mouth is bitter."

"Wait!"

Prince Duan picked up the water bag, opened it, and put it to Mu Xi's mouth, "Just drink some water."

Mu Xi turned her head away, "It's too cold!"

Prince Duan brought the water bag to his mouth, took a big sip without hesitation, and held it in his mouth.

An Muxi looked at the medicine stains on the corners of Prince Duan's mouth, and suddenly thought of something, and asked inquiringly,

"Your Highness, didn't you just feed Xier the medicine with your mouth?"

Prince Duan paused for a moment, held the water in his mouth for a second, swallowed it down, and screwed the water bag on.

An Muxi struggled to sit up, pulled his backpack, took out the water bag from it, twisted it, and a strong smell of ginger emanated. He drank a big mouthful of ginger soup, blocking the fact that he had just been fed. No matter what, this prince was kind, and besides, he didn't despise it even though he vomited.

Prince Duan wrapped Muxi in a large quilt and stared at her messy hair. Ever since her hair was burned short, this woman had been wearing it loose.

"Xi'er, why don't you comb your hair?"

Mu Xi took another big sip of ginger soup and screwed the lid on. "This is in line with the temperament of exile!" After that, he threw the water bag into his backpack.

"Ping ping pong pong," there was another fierce fighting sound in the distance. An Muxi glanced at the people fighting in the distance and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"It's been several days, and they're still chasing us. Can't you have some sense of proportion? Can't we all be good? The Earth is your home!"

Looking towards Prince Duan,

"Your Majesty, Brother Long's people have been protecting us???"

"This king knows, I will repay the favor I owe him in the future!!!"

"I wonder if Brother Long has been injured these days???"

Prince Duan stared at the crowd fighting in the distance, thinking, "Xi'er, if one day, this prince and Long Jingmo were injured at the same time, which one would you save?"

"What?" An Muxi looked into Prince Shangduan's dark eyes and found sincerity in them. After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...hahaha...such problems have existed since ancient times, no matter if it is emperors or ordinary people." Mu Xi lay on the quilt and laughed, like a monkey.

The officers stared at An Muxi, who was shaking in the prison car, and sighed in their hearts. He was worthy of being a prince. He enjoyed his exile more than themselves. There were guards fighting for him in the distance, and there was a beautiful princess flirting with him in the prison car. When they were reincarnated in the next life, they would have to take a good look at everything and could not go to everyone's house.

Seeing Mu Xi's reaction, Prince Duan suddenly felt a little ashamed that he had asked such a brainless question.

An Muxi laughed enough, sat up, looked at the prince with a tangled expression, and lowered her voice, "I won't save anyone, because if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come, hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Duan's face immediately darkened, "You can only save me first, because we are husband and wife!"

Mu Xi glanced at the officials behind him and found that they were all staring at him. He looked frustrated and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He reminded him in a low voice, "Hey, Your Majesty, why do you always forget that we are divorced and we are partners at most!"

Prince Duan pulled Mu Xi over, put his mouth close to Mu Xi's ear, and said seriously, "Don't say these two words again. This prince's feelings cannot be violated!!!"

"Don't talk about feelings. We have no feelings for each other at all. I haven't forgotten anything you did when you bullied me." Mu Xi struggled, trying to break free.

Unexpectedly, Prince Duan flipped over Mu Xi's body, wrapped his legs around her, and the shackles made a crisp sound.

"What are you doing, you want to fight again?"

Just when Mu Xi thought that she was going to be punished, her hair on the right side was grabbed, and then it was twisted left and right. There was a creaking sound of tearing cloth, and a small horn appeared on her head.

She raised her hand and touched it, "Your Majesty has combed it very well!"

"I have braided rattan before, but this is easier than braiding rattan!" After saying that, he grabbed Mu Xi's left hair with his big hand and combed it into a small horn in the same way.

"This is much easier!" Prince Duan turned Mu Xi's body over and examined the two small horns on her head and her clear almond-shaped eyes. "Xi'er, I am serious!"

Mu Xi raised the corners of her mouth and blinked her bright and clear eyes, "What does Your Majesty mean?"

"You!" Prince Duan felt humiliated again.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" An Muxi burst into laughter again, leaning close to Prince Duan's ear, breathing as sweet as orchid.

"Your Highness, you have definitely never chased a woman. Dating requires romance, and at the very least, the right time, right place, and right people. Look, I face a horse's butt every day, poop and pee, wear a pair of big shackles, locked in this prison car, sleep in the cold wind at night, and have to accept the feelings of an exiled man, and this man has another woman in his heart. What do you think, am I, An Muxi, crazy or stuck in the door???"