The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Murong Canghai was stunned, and jumped onto his steed at the fastest speed, raised the whip and lashed the horse's back, the horse spread its legs and ran towards the direction of the grove.

His eyes seemed to have condensed into ice, exuding a chill, and the expression on his face was tense, making one feel frightened.

From a distance, he saw Ying Lie, but he couldn't see Su Yueming's figure. His horsewhip was slammed on the horse's back again, and he reached Ying Lie's side as fast as he could, jumped off, and grabbed his collar tightly. , asked angrily——

"Where is she?"

Ying Lie felt his hands trembling, he opened his mouth, but didn't speak.

"Damn! How dare you let her go!" Seeing Yinglie's expression, the blood in his heart froze quickly, he raised his foot, and kicked Yinglie's chest mercilessly, his whole body was kicked He flew away and hit the tree trunk behind him. His body received a strong impact. The expression on his face was very painful, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Wang... lord..."

Murong Canghai didn't say anything more, he jumped on the horse again, staring at the woods in front of him like a torch——

"Damn it, how dare you run away like this!" The anger and disappointment in my heart hit like a mountain, and the hand holding the rein suddenly tightened.

The fallen leaves in the grove fluttered high and fell on his hair and the skirt of his clothes, as if they could sense his anger, surrounding him.

The dust from under the hoofs of the horses rose up and whistled in the wind.

No one, no one!

He ran around the entire forest, but did not see Su Yueming's figure, and the horse returned to the original point.

The sun was about to set, and the setting sun shone on the top of the forest, shining down through the gaps, and the stars fell on the ground. Murong Canghai's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and the feeling of loss tightly surrounded him.

"Why are you here? Aren't you hunting? Are you going back?" Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

He turned around abruptly—

I saw a woman in a white riding suit standing in the setting sun, with a puzzled expression on her face, and a withered yellow leaf fell in her hair.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slowly loosened his clenched fists, and his tense expression relaxed. He jumped off the horse, walked up to Su Yueming, and swept his eyes around her body, a little blunt and authentic -

"What are you doing here?"

Su Yueming held up the flowers in her hand, the flowers were red, dazzling red, with a smile on her face, she said, "I just came here to breathe, but when I saw these flowers, I thought they were beautiful, so I picked some, look, Does it look good?"

She handed the flowers in front of him and asked.

Murong Canghai's eyes warmed slightly. At this moment, her face was not cold or hostile at all, her expression was as warm as the setting sun, and her eyes did not have the indifference and alienation that was always present in her eyes. She was just like an ordinary girl. A common woman has the simplest happiness and satisfaction.

He raised his hand, took the leaves from her head, held her hand holding the flower, and pressed her hand and flower to his face, saying——

"The flowers are beautiful."

Her palms were a little cold, so he took off his cloak to wrap her around her body, bent down and picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the horse.

Her eyes looked at the place where she had just hidden. The broken thread tied with seven knots was still hanging on the branch.

In today's hunting competition, the King of the North Court hunted the most, and he finally ordered all the prey to be given to the soldiers present, and everyone was jubilant.