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Zong Zheng announced the rules of the game, giving them two hours. After two hours, whoever brings back the most prey will win!

When the magistrate gave the order, more than 20 horses galloped out like sharp arrows! Only Rong Jue's little donkey was left, swaying slowly behind.

When Zong Zheng saw it, he sighed incessantly, but hated that he couldn't help King Ning teach his son well.

The princes rode away, and soon the maids and ladies also turned over on their horses, which was called hunting, but in fact, it was "hunting beautiful men".

Bingyi led two horses over, walked in front of Baili Guyan, and said with a smile: "Master, everyone is following, let's go over and have a look!" ”

Baili Guyan didn't want to mix blindly, but when she looked back, it was either eunuchs or guards who stayed in place, and if she didn't go, she would look unsociable.

"Let's go." Baili Guyan turned over his horse, chose a quiet path, and rode slowly forward.

Bingyi bit her lip, a little dissatisfied: "Miss, they are all following to chase the Fifth Prince and the Nine Emperors, you are so slow, the prey in your hands will be snatched away by others!" ”

Baili Guyan glanced back at her and said with a smile: "The Fifth Highness and the Ninth Highness are not prey, they can't be chased by them." ”

Bingyi let out a thoughtful "oh".

The mountain road became more and more remote, and the surrounding area gradually became foggy.

Bingyi frowned: "Miss, if you go any further, I'm afraid we're going to get lost." ”

Not far ahead is the Aomine Cliff, from where she fell five years ago. The corners of Baili Guyan's lips couldn't help but pull out a touch of arc: others will get lost, but she will never get lost! This path has long been engraved in her heart, and it is difficult to erase.

"Help—"

"Woohoo—"

When he was about to reach the edge of the cliff, a child's voice suddenly sounded in Baili Guyan's ears.

"Bingyi, listen." Baili Guyan called softly, pricked up his ears, and listened intently.

Bingyi's eyes widened, and he pointed to a big tree not far away: "Miss! Look there! Something big seems to be going on over there! ”

Baili Guyan looked along her line of sight, and saw a **-year-old boy in brocade clothes being held down by two men in black, one of whom was holding his shoulder, and the other was wrapped around his neck with a tree vine, strangled to death! The boy struggled desperately, his originally fair skin quickly turned red, his eyes widened, the hair on his forehead was already covered with sweat, and his hands and feet kept beating, but because the disparity in strength was too great, it fell on the other party, and it had no effect at all!

"Miss, that kid looks so familiar!" Bingyi exclaimed!

Baili Guyan glanced at the child's clothes, and saw a four-clawed python embroidered on it. She was startled and shouted, "Save people!" That's the Eighteen Princes! "Five years ago, when Baili Lonely Smoke fell off the cliff, the eighteenth prince was only three years old, calculating his age, and now he is almost this old! Because of his young age, heroic appearance, naughty and cute, he is Zong Zhengxuan's favorite prince!

If something happens to the eighteenth prince in the paddock, I am afraid that it will cause a bloody storm!

Bingyi is just a maid, she doesn't know martial arts at all, where can she fight those two men in black? She picked up the stones on the side of the road and kept throwing them at the man in black, but she didn't hit it a few times, and soon attracted the attention of the man in black!

"What are these two going to do?!" The crouching man in black looked up at the one standing.

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