In his previous life, as a baby bump in the Zhenxi Palace, the four elder brothers took Mo Qianhong out to play, and when the emperor's father went out hunting, she was never indispensable.

Now I follow my classmates to the wilderness, the air in the mountains and forests polluted by modern industry is far less than the natural ecology of the Universiade Dynasty, and a few people have to camp in small tents at night.

She really didn't want to go to this autumn outing, but she couldn't stand Zhuo Xiaoni's soft grinding: "Qianhong, how can you go, how can you not be successful without you, you can't bear to let me be lonely and lonely and cold, and cry to the moon in the air?" ”

"Stop, stop, stop, you steal the poetry of the ancients like this, I'm afraid they will crawl out of the grave in anger!" Mo Qianhong was speechless.

"People are not good at ancient literature, but since I met you, a super scholar, I have grown a lot, and I can recite ancient poems casually, okay? Your Majesty, you will follow the concubine, and the concubine promises to make a bed for you when camping, and fold the quilt for you, okay? Zhuo Xiaonijiao said.

Mo Qianhong had goosebumps all over her body when she heard this, and in order to no longer be poisoned by her, she had to reluctantly agree to go with her.

The Quenching Star Canyon is indeed worthy of its name, surrounded by endless autumn leaves, but the depths of the canyon are full of greenery, as if it is still in the middle of summer.

Mo Qianhong noticed very early that someone had been following her and Mo Zhengtu to and from school, at that time she thought that her father-in-law was not worried about Mo Zhengtu and sent someone to protect his safety, so she didn't feel a fuss, after all, the emperor's father had also let the secret guards follow her when she traveled, and she had long been used to the bodyguards hiding in the shadows.

But after entering the Quenching Star Canyon this time, she found that there were still people following her, and it seemed that Mo Xi not only cared about Mo Zhengtu, but also cared about her as a goddaughter.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old children are like sheep out of the sheepfold when they go into the wilderness, and they all play crazy, some people howl and sing songs that run away, and some people compete to pick wild fruits at the specified time, and those who win can ask any questions to those who lose, and the loser must not refuse.

Mo Qianhong was gradually infected by their passion, and slowly integrated into it, following them to do all kinds of games that she used to think was very childish, and she had a lot of fun.

In the evening, everyone lit a bonfire and danced in a circle together, although she had never danced this dance, but she learned very quickly, and danced with everyone, so happy!

Tired of playing, she drank a few more glasses, and she went into the tent in a daze and fell asleep.

When she slept until midnight and got up to get outside, she didn't call someone to accompany her, as the so-called artist is bold, she is not afraid of insects and snakes and the like, let alone afraid of the dark and falling, because her eyes have long practiced night vision.

She walked alone into the woods more than 100 meters away from the camp, and when she saw that there was no one around, she took off her pants and opened the gate to release water.

It was a pleasant feeling to release the water after holding it for half the night, but as she was enjoying it, she felt a hint of wind hit the back of her head.

It wasn't a natural wind, as it coalesced and struck straight at the back of her head, and it was clear that someone was sneaking up.

It stands to reason that this shouldn't have happened here, but since it happened, she certainly had nothing to fear.

Mo Qianhong bowed her head sharply and dodged the attack, and then she saw a dead branch half a foot long and an arm's length fly over her head, hit the trunk of the tree in front of her, and fell into the grass with a muffled sound.