Murong Chonghao raised his eyebrows at the three arrows, and did not open his mouth to mock or ridicule. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info lifted his breath slightly, jumped up with a light tap under his feet, instantly left the black bone, and landed steadily on the back of Yi Shuiyao's horse.

Yi Shuiyao only felt a breath suddenly appear behind her, and she didn't react until she was held by someone's big palm on her waist. it, this is a light work, and she jumped on her horse in an instant!

"Murong Chonghao, you're really handsome with this move!" Yi Shuimiao did not hesitate to praise others, looking back at him with sparkling eyes, she really wanted to learn a trick to be handsome!

"You should feel honored," Murong Chonghao pinched Yi Shuiyao's little chin: "This king personally came to teach you archery." ”

The innocent chin fell into the clutches again, Yi Shuiyao didn't panic at all, and he didn't struggle anymore, this Murong Chonghao is jaw control! In other words, there are all kinds of control in uniform, but is there really a chin control?

raised his hand and pinched his chin in the same way: "This prince, can't your attitude be a little kinder?" "If you have to use a condescending tone every time, you can't be as friendly and close as a friend!

The two held each other's chins in an eerie pose. Especially Yi Shuiyao, sitting in his arms, he looks petite and short-handed, but his paws are very stubborn [hanging] on someone's chin. Rubbed it, well, it's smooth and no stubble.

"Don't make trouble," Murong Chonghao pulled down her little fleshy claws, took the bow and arrow, and held her hand in an archery pose, "Look straight ahead." ”

"Oh." Yi Shuiyao obediently looked straight ahead, no longer staring at his arrow, avoiding becoming a cross-eyed.

Murong Chonghao held her hands with two big palms and led her to pull the bowstring.

Yi Shuimiao's back was slightly stiff, this action was ...... It's too close......

Not to mention the hand-in-hand teaching, in order to be at the same level as her eyes, Murong Chonghao also lowered his head, rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked at the arrow with her. As she spoke, her chest vibrated and the heat between her breaths sprayed on the base of her ear.

"Your movements are too stiff." Murong Chonghao seemed to be very serious, pointing out her mistakes like a qualified teacher.

At this time, an unknown gray-white bird fluttered its wings and stood on the branch, jumping back and forth on the branch, chirping.

"Stare at it."

Murong Chonghao held Yi Shuiyao's hand and adjusted the angle of the bow and arrow, as the arc became larger and larger, Yi Shuiyao stared at the bird and couldn't help but get nervous, did he want to let go of the arrow?

With a 'boom', the force gave the bow and arrow a fast speed, Murong Chonghao was obviously very accurate, and the moving bird was not spared, and was pierced by an arrow into the branch of the tree behind.

Yi Shuiyao was slightly surprised, then became happy and shot it! With her participation in this arrow, it seems that half of the credit for success is hers, but the joy is full of points.

She dismounted to inspect the booty, but when she came to the tree, she found that the bird had been nailed to a relatively high place by arrows, and she could not reach it at all.

Murong Chonghao plucked the bird for her, and Yi Shuiyao held it in his hand, warm with blood.

"I'll eat it tonight!" It's barely a prey that you have caught with your own hands, and the meaning is naturally different.

Fortunately, in ancient times, the population was small, and there was not so much need to kill animals indiscriminately, which led to ecological imbalance, so Yi Shui began to think about cooking methods with peace of mind. The reason why I think of this is that environmental protection propaganda is still quite deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and eating wild meat will be blamed in modern times!

Putting aside environmental issues, Yi Shuiyao really has no compassion for the birds in his hand, cats eat fish and dogs eat meat, and Bump Man pounces on the little monster. Human beings can't do without meat, chickens, ducks and fish eat comfortably, but they can't bear other animals? That's just hypocrisy.

"Don't touch around." Murong Chonghao frowned, didn't you see the blood? Isn't she afraid of the smell of blood?

Yi Shui obediently handed over the prey to him to hang up, his eyes were shining, like a child, and he was always easy to be in high spirits. The two got back on their horses and went deep into the woods, hunting—it had just begun.

With Murong Chonghao teaching archery by hand, Yi Shuiyao gradually found some tricks, although he couldn't get started immediately, but on the whole, he was also presentable. This undoubtedly gave her great encouragement.

In the dense forest, which is rarely set foot in, you don't feel the heat of summer at all, and you only feel cool and pleasant when you are in it. Plants undergo transpiration, which lowers the temperature of the surrounding air and increases the humidity of the atmosphere.

"Look! What kind of animal is that! Yi Shui found a small thing on a branch that probed his brain.

The little hairy head, the short forelimbs hold a big nut, the black and shiny black eyes are ignorant and innocent, and the fluffy long tail behind the back flicks and flicks.

"It's ...... Squirrel? ”

Murong Chonghao looked at the branch: "It's a spotted squirrel." ”

As if disturbed by their words, the little squirrel threw off its husk and ran down the branch to the next tree. Yi Shuiyao saw a few dark stripes on its back, lined with reddish-brown fur, which was very beautiful, and it was indeed a spotted squirrel.

Generally speaking, the sister paper is more or less plush control, Yi Shui Miao was not spared, looking at the fluffy little animal and wanting to caressed it in her arms, so cute!

"Want it?" Murong Chonghao turned his head and asked.

Yi Shuiyao thought he was going to shoot him, so he hurriedly stopped: "Don't, don't, squirrels can't be eaten!" "Why bother hurting people's lives in vain.

"Who's going to eat it," Murong Chonghao glanced at the little thing and said, "I can only be a pet to pass the time." ”

Even in ancient times, there were many people who kept their favorite animals as pets, and Yi Shuiyao couldn't help but be a little moved. However, when I thought that I had cut off the freedom of others for my own selfish desires, I might kill it because I didn't know how to raise it. I could only shake my head: "Forget it." ”

Murong Chonghao raised his eyebrows, he clearly saw the interest in her eyes, "Why refuse?" ”

"I just think it's cute and I look at it twice, and I don't have to have it." Although the itchy hand is so want to ravage it!

"I was going to reluctantly catch it for you, so let's go." Murong Chonghao turned his horse's head as he spoke.

"Hey, wait!" Catch it? Yi Shuiyao immediately repented: "Why don't you touch it?" ”

"Huh?"

If you want to ask someone for help, the object is still this dead stallion, Yi Shuiyao couldn't pull his face a little, and coughed lightly: "Help me catch it, just touch it." ”

How did Murong Chonghao not speak for a while, looked up, and found that the person was looking at her with a smile: "Let this king help?" Somehow a little unhappy at this point. ”

I'll go! Yi Shui grinded his teeth: "Can you help me catch it?" "Mom, he didn't say that she didn't feel like she had to touch it before, but now when she looks at that fluffy little guy, her hands itch!

Murong Chonghao sat on the horse's back lightly, and his lips raised slightly: "What should you call this king?" Is this the attitude of your requester? ”

Yo ho! Don't you just want to see her breathe in a low voice? I'm afraid that you won't make it, Yi Shui's eyes rolled, and he threw a wink at him, and his voice was so loud that he could pinch out the water: "Master~ Is it okay to help others catch the little squirrel~"

After saying that, Yi Shuiyao shivered to herself, and goosebumps came out. Murong Chonghao's face was also stiff, it stands to reason that he likes women to pretend to be coquettish, and the concubines in the mansion are often like this. Why is this fat pig so awkward?