In the blink of an eye, time flies.

Today is the national competition.

Murong Chuqing was very excited, and got up early today.

She asked Xiaohong to prepare a dress for her, and then asked Xiaohong to wait for her to dress up.

"Miss, today is the national competition, will Miss be nervous?" Xiaohong asked while combing Murong Chuqing's hair.

"I'm a little nervous, but I'll definitely do it." Murong Chuqing responded with a smile.

"Come on?" Obviously, Xiaohong didn't understand what the word 'come on' in Murong Chuqing's mouth meant.

"What's wrong?" Murong Chuqing saw Xiaohong's surprised expression and asked.

"Miss, what you just said, add ...... What does it mean to come on? Xiaohong dared to ask.

"Come on......" Murong Chuqing felt strange, could it be that there was no 'come on' in ancient times?

"Miss, do you want to say that you should add more oil to your food in the future?"

"Hehe, yes, come on."

"Oh, yes, miss, the slave has written it down."

"Let's go to the front hall to say hello to my father." Murong Chuqing looked in the mirror and saw that Xiaohong had finished dressing herself, so she wanted to find Murong Zhengtao.

"Yes, miss." Xiaohong then helped Murong Chuqing to get up.

"I'll just walk by myself, you don't need to hold me up." Murong Chuqing put on the veil and walked out of the room.

At this time, Murong Chuqing couldn't help but think of Nangong Yehua again.

Why haven't you seen Nangong Yehua these days?

In the past, he would always appear in front of her from time to time.

"Miss, what are you thinking?" Xiaohong saw that Murong Chuqing was in a daze, so she asked.

"No, nothing, let's go." Murong Chuqing came back to his senses, glanced at Xiaohong, shook his head and said.

"Yes, miss." Xiaohong nodded and walked behind Murong Chuqing.

……

Vestibule.

Murong Zhengtao was drinking tea with Murong Zhengshi in the front hall.

On weekdays, Murong Zhengshi always stays in his mansion and rarely comes to Murong Mansion.

I'm afraid it's because of the national competition today, so Murong Zhengshi will come.

"Big brother, do you really want Chu Qing to participate in the national competition?" Murong Zhengshi asked.

"Yes, since A-Qing has already won the first place in the Fighting Spirit Competition, she should have gone to participate in the national competition." Murong Zhengtao nodded in response.

"But, how did I hear that a few days ago, my sister-in-law found a master to exorcise ghosts for Chu Qing?"

"Where did the second brother hear such a statement?"

"Isn't it?"

"Madame did invite the master to come to the mansion, but it was not to exorcise ghosts."

"Looks like I misheard."

"Father's ......"

Murong Chuqing came to the front hall.

"Aqing, you're here." Murong Zhengtao took a sip of tea, and then looked at Murong Chuqing.

"The second uncle is here today, too." Murong Chuqing looked at Murong Zhengshi.

"Hmph......" Murong Zhengshi glanced at Murong Chuqing and snorted coldly.

Murong Zhengshi originally didn't like Murong Chuqing, nor did he hate it.

However, since Murong Chuqing won the first place in the Fighting Spirit Competition, Murong Zhengshi regarded her as a thorn in his side.

If there was no Murong Chuqing's existence, then Murong Chuyu would definitely be the first place in this Fighting Spirit Competition.

"Second uncle, why do you have time to come to my house today?" Murong Chuqing knew that Murong Zhengshi's attitude was not good, but she still looked like she was smiling.

"I'm here to see if you can participate in the national competition, if you can't participate in the national competition, let our family Chuyu go to the national competition." Murong Zhengshi said.

"Second uncle, of course I can participate in the national competition!" Murong Chuqing responded with a smile.

"I look at you, it's better not to go to the national competition, it's a small thing to be injured, what if you lose your life."

"Let the second uncle worry, I will definitely not die in Huangquan."

"At such a young age, he looks so arrogant."

"Second uncle, are you talking about Brother Chu Yu's arrogant appearance?"

"You ......"

Murong Zhengshi's face was darkened by Murong Chuqing's face.

"Aqing......" Murong Zhengtao saw this, and this was called Murong Chuqing.

"Father, don't worry, if your daughter can't achieve good results in the national competition, your daughter will definitely save her life." Murong Chuqing said to Murong Zhengtao.

"Okay, Aqing, as a father, I just hope that you can come back safely."

"Then father, if there is nothing else, then the daughter will have to go to the national competition."

"Well, you go, it's ready soon, be careful on the road."

"Yes, father, then the daughter will take her leave."

With that, Murong Chuqing left the front hall with Xiaohong.

When he walked out of the gate of Murong Mansion, he saw a carriage parked at the door.

At this time, the coachman came and said, "Miss, please get in the car." ”

"Okay." Murong Chuqing glanced at the coachman, nodded, and got into the carriage.

Subsequently, Xiaohong also got into the carriage.

'Driving...... Drive...... Drive...... Driving ......'

The carriage was hurrying non-stop.

Murong Chuqing felt a little motion sickness, and she was so dizzy that she actually wanted to sleep.

This is not good, she is going to participate in the national competition.

You have to be awake all the time.

"Miss, if you are tired, rest for a while." Xiaohong saw Murong Chuqing yawning non-stop, so she said to her.

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy." Murong Chuqing shook his head and said.

In order to sober himself up, Murong Chuqing wanted to breathe fresh air, so he opened the curtains.

Murong Chuqing looked at the way, she felt strange, this direction didn't seem to be the direction of going to the national competition.

"Coachman......" Murong Chuqing hurriedly called the coachman.

But the coachman didn't pay attention to Murong Chuqing, and the carriage hurried away.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Xiaohong asked.

"It doesn't seem like the right direction." Murong Chuqing said.

"No, this carriage was prepared by the master, and the coachman was also sent by the master, so it is impossible to remember the distance wrong."

"No, no, definitely not."

Murong Chuqing is not stupid, she knows how to do the road of the national competition.

"Park, park fast......"

But no matter how Murong Chuqing shouted, the coachman did not respond to her words.

She opened the door and saw that the driver was no longer in the car, but the horse kept running.

Now the direction of the carriage is getting more and more remote.

Seeing that the cliff was about to be reached in front of him, Murong Chuqing stared with wide eyes.

"Look, Miss, there's a cliff ahead, hurry up and stop the carriage." After all, Xiaohong is a person without spiritual power, she can only blame Murong Chuqing.

"Don't be afraid." Murong Chuqing herself was also a little scared, but she comforted Xiaohong instead.

"Miss, what should I do? The slave doesn't want to die yet. ”

"It's okay, I'll go ride now." Murong Chuqing said, and then sat on the horse.

However, the horse didn't listen to Murong Chuqing's call at all, but ran faster and faster.

If this continues, I'm afraid that Murong Chuqing and Xiaohong will both die here.

Seeing that the carriage was about to reach the cliff, Murong Chuqing also gave up, and she closed her eyes.

But at this moment, the horse suddenly stopped, and the carriage overturned directly.

Murong Chuqing and Xiaohong fell directly into the carriage.

"Miss, we're not dead?" Xiaohong opened her eyes and crawled to Murong Chuqing's side.

"Didn't we fall off a cliff?" Murong Chuqing looked around, it didn't seem to be a cliff here.

"Nope." Little Red shook her head.

"What the hell is this horse crazy about?" Murong Chuqing got up at this time, ready to scold the horse, but found that someone was staring at him.

It turned out to be Ning Gongzi?

"Miss Hatsuha." Ning Gongzi rode a horse and looked at Murong Chuqing with a smile on his face.

"It was Ning Gongzi who saved me and Xiaohong?" Murong Chuqing looked at Ning Gongzi and asked.

"Exactly." Ning Gongzi nodded and said.

"Why is Ning Gongzi here?" Murong Chuqing asked again.

"I'm idle and bored today, so I want to ride a horse to the suburbs, but I didn't expect to meet a wild horse, and actually saved Miss Chu Qing, it seems that I have a lot of fate with Miss Chu Qing."

"Hehe......" After listening to what Ning Gongzi said, Murong Chuqing smiled.

"Presumably Miss Chu Qing is going to participate in the national competition, right?" Ning Gongzi asked.

"Yes, I'm going to participate in the national competition, oh no, I've been delayed for so long, what time is it?" Only then did Murong Chuqing remember that he couldn't continue to chat with Ning Gongzi.

As for what's going on with this carriage?

And how the coachman disappeared inexplicably.

Who wanted to harm her?

These two things, after the national competition is over, she will go back to Murong Mansion to ask about it.

"There is still half an hour before the national race begins, if Miss Chu Qing doesn't mind, let's get on my horse." Ning Gongzi said, and stretched out his hand to Murong Chuqing.

"This ......" Murong Chuqing glanced at Ning Gongzi and then at his horse, she hesitated.

"What? What is Miss Chu Qing still hesitating about? ”

She was a little embarrassed to ask Murong Chuqing to sit on Ning Gongzi's horse, after all, she and Ning Gongzi had only met a few times, and the two were not very familiar with each other at all.

"Miss Chu Qing has no extra time to hesitate, if Miss Chu Qing doesn't go to the scene of the national competition, I'm afraid she will have to abstain."

"Okay, then thank you Ning Gongzi."

Then, Murong Chuqing jumped on Ning Gongzi's horse.

"Miss, what about the slave?" Xiao Hongyan watched Murong Chuqing sit on Ning Gongzi's horse, and this horse didn't seem to be able to sit on a third person.

"Come up too, let's make do with it." Ning Gongzi said.

"Thank you, Master Ning." Xiaohong smiled at Ning Gongzi, she pulled Murong Chuqing's arm before she got on the horse.

'Driving...... Drive...... Drive...... Driving ......'

Because it was too crowded immediately, Murong Chuqing and Ning Gongzi were very close...... I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The Demon Concubine is on the Top: The Addiction of the Black Husband", and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~