Murong Canghai was stunned, flew on his horse as fast as he could, raised his whip and whipped it on the horse's back, and the horse spread its legs and ran in the direction of the grove.

His eyes seemed to freeze, exuding a chill, and the expression on his face was tense and frightening.

From a distance, he saw Ying Lie, but he didn'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 down, grabbed his collar, and asked angrily-

"She's the other."

Ying Yeol felt his hands tremble, and he opened his mouth without speaking.

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

"Wang ...... The prince ......"

Murong Canghai didn't say anything more, he jumped on the horse again, his eyes were like torches, staring at the woods in front of him-

"Damn, you dare to run away like this!" The anger and disappointment in my heart came like a sea of mountains, and the hand holding the reins suddenly tightened.

The fallen leaves of the grove floated high in his hair and on the hem of his clothes, as if they could sense his anger, and surrounded him.

The dust under the horses' hooves kicked up and howled in the wind.

No one, no one!

He ran around the entire woods, but he didn't see Su Yueming's figure, and the horse returned to the original point.

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

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

He turned 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 between her hair.

He sighed quietly, his clenched fist slowly loosened, and his tense expression relaxed, he jumped off the horse and walked in front of Su Yueming, his eyes swept around her body, and he said a little stiffly-

"What are you doing here?"

Su Yueming raised the flowers in her hand, the flowers were red, red and dazzling, she had a smile on her face, and said, "Originally, I just came to breathe, but when I saw these flowers, I thought they were beautiful, so I picked some, you see, are they beautiful?" ”

She asked, handing the flower to him.

Murong Canghai's eyes were slightly hot, at this moment, she did not have the slightest coldness and anger on her face, her expression was as warm as this sunset, and there was no indifference and alienation in her eyes, just like an ordinary woman, with the simplest happiness and satisfaction.

He raised his hand, took the leaves from her head, took her hand holding the flower, put her hand and the flower on his face, and said—

"It's a beautiful flower."

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

Her eyes looked at the place where she had just hidden, and the broken thread with the seven knots still hung from the branches.

In today's hunting competition, the king of the North Courtyard hunted the most, and he ordered people to give all the prey to the soldiers present, and all the people rejoiced.