Luckily, the Nagano paddock was just outside the city, and it didn't take long for her to arrive. The guards saw clearly that it was her who was coming on a fast horse, and no one stepped forward to stop them, so they all stepped aside to make way.

Rong Zhao rode into the paddock, and far away, she saw a flat land carved out of a white-topped tent, surrounded by groups of black-clad guards. There is no need to guess, the main tent of the paddock is there, and the emperor's uncle is also there.

Fortunately, his younger brother stayed in the tent honestly, Rong Zhao hit the horse and went over, and when he got close, he happened to meet Chang Gonggong, who was going to send barbecue meat to the tent.

"Yo, why is Miss Rong Liu here? Get off the horse and follow the slave to the tent to keep warm, just now the saint was still talking about you, I can't be happy to see you." "Chang En has always regarded the emperor's preferences as his own preferences, and naturally loves the house and Wu, and loves Rongzhao. Seeing that her little face was red from the cold, she was very distressed, so she handed over the barbecue to the little eunuch behind her and went to pull Rong Zhao off the horse and into the house to warm up.

"Father-in-law, where is my brother?" Rong Zhao smiled at him, but did not dismount, only asked where Rong Yao went.

"Rong Shizi, I just followed a few princes into the hunting ground, and the sixth lady is waiting for the ----" Chang En's words did not fall, only to see a white shadow pass in front of him, and Rong Zhao's horse galloped towards the hunting ground. He chased and ran a few steps, and shouted eagerly: "Rong Xiaoliu, come back quickly, it's too dangerous there, don't go." ”

Where can he catch up, just a few steps away this person is gone. Chang En was in a hurry, and even ran into the warm tent, out of breath, and gasped: "Holy Lord, Miss Rong Sixth is here." ”

Emperor Xiaojing was drinking wine with several ministers in the inner tent, and when he heard that Rong Zhao was coming, he didn't wait for Chang En to finish speaking, so he said to Rong Shi'an on the side: "Look, I said that I would take your daughter today, but you said that she couldn't come when she was sick. ”

Rong Shi'an smiled, with a little blame, but it was not difficult to see that there was a doting tone in his tone, and said: "This child still has a high fever this morning, and he will come here this time, and he really can't stop for a moment." ”

Why don't you wait for him to finish speaking?" Chang En hurriedly waved his hand, his anxious mood almost broke his throat, "No, no, Miss Rong Liu ran into the hunting ground by herself." ”

"What?" Emperor Xiaojing didn't hold the wine glass in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "bang", shattered and shattered. There was a faint anger between his eyebrows, and he said, "Then why didn't you stop it just now?"

Seeing that he was angry, Chang En hurriedly knelt down and said, "The slave stopped it, but didn't stop it." ”

"You're such a piece of shit. Emperor Xiaojing gritted his teeth and scolded, "What are you doing on your knees, and you don't send guards to follow you to protect you." ”

"Yes, yes, the slave will ask someone to follow. Chang En hurriedly got up and ran out to convey his will, but he almost didn't fall because of his anxiety.

Marquis Rong had a straight face, as dark as the bottom of a pot, "This girl will get into trouble all day long!" and bowed to Emperor Xiaojing, "There is Lao Sheng's trouble." When she is found, the minister will definitely teach her a good lesson. ”

"It's time for a good lesson. Emperor Xiaojing deeply agreed, his niece was really enough for him to worry about, and all the princesses combined were not as good as this one. As soon as his eyes turned, he touched the indifferent man who was drinking slowly, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and said, "King Chu, you go to the hunting ground, and you must bring Zhao Zhao back safely." ”

The mask made of white jade is covered on the face, matching the expression that has not changed for thousands of years, and it is natural. Xiao Junjue opened her eyelids and glanced at Emperor Xiaojing lightly, slowly put down the wine glass, and did not respond, but got up and left.

Emperor Xiaojing knew that although he did not respond, he also responded. Xiao Junjue is outstanding in martial arts, and with his protection, Rong Zhao will not have an accident. Looking at his departing back, he shook his head secretly, this child was also enough for him to worry about.

Out of the warm tent, Xiao Junjue's fingers circled, and he whistled in his mouth, and then a black horse grew. He leaped on his horse, stooped down and said a word beside his horse's ear, and saw the horse gallop toward the hunting grounds.

Rong Zhao was searching for Rong Yao's figure, but he didn't see him for a long time, and his heart became more and more anxious, lest he was already in danger.

Rong Yao······ Rong Yao ······" The more she searched, the more discouraged she became, Rong Zhao's eyes were red again and again, but she still held on to her death and didn't let the tears fall.

Suddenly hearing the sound of horses' hooves approaching, she was overjoyed, thinking it was her younger brother, but when she turned around, she was stunned on the spot.

"Father asked the king to take you back. "It's cold, like melting ice on the ice surface in winter, surrounding Rong Zhao. Xiao Junjue looked at her indifferently and only said this.

I don't know why, when facing Xiao Junjue again at this time, Rong Zhao felt a little panicked in his heart. She didn't know what she was afraid of, obviously in his previous life, he didn't panic at all when he led troops to attack the palace, but at this time, she felt that the person in front of her gave her an extreme sense of oppression.

"I ······ I'm not going back, I'm ······ I ······ I'm looking for my brother. Even his tongue was knotted, and Rong Zhao felt that he was too unproductive. She closed her eyes and swallowed her throat, and when she opened her eyes to face Xiao Junjue again, she suppressed her fear, glared and said, "If you want to go back, you go back by yourself, I won't go back with you, an ugly monster!"

Xiao Junjue was still expressionless, still the same sentence, but her voice was deeper, "Father asked this king to bring you back safely!"

Rong Zhao was furious, didn't this man understand human words? Or could he only say one word? She didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, raised her whip and whipped the horse's buttocks, and galloped into the deep forest.

Seeing that Rong Zhao had run away, Xiao Junjue frowned slightly, and chased after her. No matter how good Rong Zhao's riding skills are, compared with Xiao Junjue, who has been fighting all year round, he is still slightly inferior, and it didn't take long to catch up.

Rong Zhao looked back at Xiao Junjue, who was getting closer and closer to him, and the whip was drawn more diligently, one after another.

But after a dozen consecutive strokes, she suddenly felt someone grab her coat, and as soon as she bent her waist, the horse galloped away from under her crotch, and she couldn't struggle, and she was about to fall.

Suddenly, his waist was entangled in a rope, and before he could catch his breath, he was lifted onto another horse.

Looking at the culprit who almost threw her, Rong Zhao was angry, and his red little face glared at Xiao Junjue angrily.

"Xiao Junjue, let me go, you ······ You rely on your martial arts to bully me a weak woman, what kind of hero are you?" This time the tongue knotted was not out of fear, but out of anger.

Unexpectedly, this Xiao Junjue was a piece of cold wood, and he was not moved at all, but snorted coldly.