Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

Chapter 131 Straight to his forehead...

Until the restless movement inside calmed down...

He wanted to lift his feet to leave, but in the end he was still not at ease, and turned back to look at her, only to find that she looked like she had been fished out of the water, her hair was already soaked, and her small face had changed from the original. The red glow turned pale as paper.

This is finally over.

Jun Mo's heart, which had been tensed all night, finally calmed down, and he called Jin'er to help Gu Qianzhou wipe and change his clothes.

It wasn't until Gu Qianzhou cleaned up and fell asleep that he lifted his foot and left.

The empress mother and son used such indecent means to calculate so much, the emperor's punishment for them was nothing more than confinement and confinement, which was too light and light.

The emperor didn't want such a scandal to spread in the royal family, he didn't care, summoned Jingyun, and gave some cold orders.

Shocked by the cloud, he turned around and left.

Yesterday, he stopped the emperor at Longqingchi, saying that he had something urgent to report. This lie had to be corrected. Jun Mochen practiced a set of swordsmanship in the yard. Seeing that it was almost time, he changed his clothes and went to see the emperor.

I picked something urgent and reported it.

Tomorrow he was going back to Beijing, the emperor had a sudden whim, he wanted to take a few princes out to hunt, and also to see if their martial arts had improved.

In the hunting competition two days ago, because Jun Mochen fell into the abyss, there was no winner. This time, the emperor personally led it, and everyone was gearing up to show off.

Even the Seventh Prince, who just made a mistake, was taken out. After all, even if he wanted to be confined, he had to go back to the palace to be locked up.

The Seventh Prince just woke up from a phantasmagoria, he was so vain, and was forced to get on the horse again, it really killed him, he was almost too weak to get on the horse.

The emperor glanced over, and he could only force himself to climb up.

The emperor led the prince to hunt, accompanied by all the courtiers, and ran to the forest in a mighty way.

In the silent mountain forest, birds and beasts run away in an instant, and there is a lot of noise.

After entering the forest for a while, the emperor shot an elk with an arrow, which attracted loud applause from the surrounding officials.

The emperor held back his anger all night, and it dissipated a lot because of this arrow. He looked at the surrounding officials and laughed heartily, "Stop surrounding me, and show your real skills. There are many rewards."

The ministers responded loudly, galloping their horses and galloping. For a moment, the birds were frightened and the beasts ran, and the mountains roared.

The Seventh Prince knew that he had offended his father, so he endured the coercion, braced himself, and wanted to hunt a few good ones to claim credit in front of his father.

He didn't want to go all the way down, not to mention the big prey, he didn't even hunt a small bird or a small squirrel.

Because every time he kept his eyes on his prey and wanted to shoot an arrow, an arrow would always fly out from the side and hit the prey before him.

After repeating this again and again, he finally realized something was wrong, looked around, and said coldly, "Who dares to stand in the way..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly a sharp arrow flew straight from the grass, the tail of the arrow rustled, as if it was wrapped in a thousand thunders, it pointed directly at his forehead...

His pupils flickered, his heart was terrified, and he dodged sideways abruptly, but the arrow feathers still flew past his cheek, bringing a strong gust of wind, which made his eardrums buzz.

He was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat, his body was so weak that he couldn't even pull the reins, and he fell off the horse.

He fell to the ground, didn't even care to get up, and quickly raised his hand to caress his cheek, stroked, stroked, and stroked again, to make sure that his cheek was not pierced by the sharp arrow, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. The person collapsed to the ground.

Jun Mochen rode a tall black horse, and walked out from the tall grass...

(End of this chapter)