Mu Zhengqin, Jing Qingran doesn't have a high opinion of him, this prince, all day long, has a gentle smile on his face, it looks very fake, and the inexplicable Jing Qingran just feels fake, not like he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

It seems to be deliberately hung on the face, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

I feel that this kind of man seems to be gentle, but in fact he is ruthless.

At the same time that Jing Qingran was still playing Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, King Chen had already stopped, and the tall figure stood in the ancient wood forest, very steady, and took out a feather arrow from the quiver on his back, opened the bow and pulled the arrow, and the bow was pulled to the full moon, and with a whoosh, the feather arrow galloped away, and the friction with the air made a burst of wind-breaking sound.

Jing Qingran reacted, and when he looked up, the feather arrow had already flown far away.

In the dense forest a hundred meters away from the two of them, under the cover of grass and trees, a mountain wolf walking gently was shot in the neck by this galloping feather arrow.

One arrow is enough to kill it.

Mu Zhengchen walked forward quickly, and Jing Qingran followed his footsteps.

Pushing aside the grass and trees, it was an old mountain wolf, looking old, and the arrow hit it in the neck, and the arrow killed it, and it fell to the grass, bleeding all over the ground.

A subordinate came and carried out the mountain wolf that King Chen had shot.

Losing a deer and calling a wolf is not bad.

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The sun gradually rises in the sky, shining on the mountains, the ancient trees in the mountains are so high and secluded that the sunlight does not shine easily, leaving only specks and spots, spilling people's hair little by little.

They went up and down in the woods, chasing their prey, shooting it with arrows, and carrying out the carcass of it.

The mountains are very large, and there are not many people who see them back and forth, and they come here, there are few people, but there are many prey.

King Chen is very powerful, most of the prey was shot by him, Jing Qingran only symbolically shot two pheasants, a rabbit, and moreover, with all his strength.

Jing Qingran is not very familiar with archery, so his swordsmanship is not very accurate.

And King Chen almost hit every shot. It's practiced!

I don't know how many prey they shot in total, anyway, the subordinates who carried the prey corpses back and forth were busy.

The sun hung in the sky, and although the sunlight was faint, after all, after running in the woods for a long time, people were tired, thirsty and hot.

In the mountains, there are no streams or rivers to be seen.

On Jing Qingran's pretty face, there were a few drops of crystal sweat, and under the sun, the sweat beads slowly slid down, refracting the light of the sun.

Mu Zhengchen looked down and saw her appearance, his heart seemed to be softened by warm water, he reached out to hold her hand, and said, "Let's go over there and take a rest." ”

"Okay, okay." Jing Qingran nodded busily, after walking for so long and running so much, he was still on top of this steep peak, and he was really tired.

He took her hand and approached a big tree beside him, and the grass was soft under the big tree.

Holding hands and palms stacked on top of each other, there is a faint feeling of warmth, quietly creeping up to the heart.

In the mountains and forests, it seems silent, and there are constantly the cries of birds, and not far away, the sound of feathered arrows flying.

Jing Qingran sat on the green grass next to the big tree, and the man next to him was the same, in the eyes of the world, the two of them did not have the cold, noble, and elegant image that King Chen and Princess Chen should have.

How could a person of noble status sit next to a tree, this is really puzzling.

However, it's good to be comfortable!