But then, the whistle kept coming from the west.

Soon after, a guard rushed on horseback, sweating profusely, and the horses were full of prey.

It happened that Zhao Kuang went back to the camp to get something, and when he saw the guards, he smiled disdainfully: "These are all shot by Princess Canaan, right?" The princess's abilities are really improving every year! ”

"What?" The guard was stunned, and then quickly denied it: "No, Lord Zhao, these are all hunted by Princess Cheng'an." ”

There are not only pheasants on horseback, but also four-legged beasts, these are not easy prey to shoot, but they are all hunted by Qingjiu wine?!

Zhao Kuang almost fell off the horse: "What did you say?" ”

Of course he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Qingjiujiu's flower shelf could really hunt, and he could get ahead of it in one fell swoop and compare them all!

is just a woman, and she is still the ugliest woman in Yanjing City, and everyone spits on her!

Why is she?

The guards ignored him and hurriedly released their prey to the designated location.

He still has to rush back, Princess Cheng'an may have piled up a pile of prey there, and someone needs to clean it up.

"Qingjiujiu, are you going to kill madness in this hunting ground?"

Canaan watched in disbelief as he shot another arrow through the belly of a hare, which struggled twice before falling to the ground and not moving.

Qing Jiujiu drew another arrow, put it on the string, and then slowly aimed it at Canaan.

The sharp end of the arrow flashed in the sunlight, as if wrapped in slaughter.

At that moment, Canaan felt that the blood in his body was cold, and there was no one around, only two horses and the two of them.

And the rabbit that died not far away.

"You... What are you doing? ”

At that moment, Canaan strangely lost the ability to raise his hand and pick up his bow and arrow.

It was as if if if she moved, the arrow of Qingjiujiu might fly towards her.

Qing Jiujiu's look was arrogant and cold, and the wind blew the corners of her robe, and her red clothes were rustling.

Suddenly there was an angry roar behind him: "Qing Jiujiu!" Stop it! ”

It turned out to be a seasonal feast!

Qing Jiujiu released the aiming arrow, and before Ji Shiyan flew forward, the arrow grazed Canaan's sideburns, bringing her sideburns and two black hairs on her sideburns.

- and flew directly behind her, right in the body of an elk!

"Baa-" The elk fell in response, its color hidden in the dead leaves, difficult to discern, and it had just been frightened by the shooting of the hare by Qingjiujiu, and it did not move.

Therefore, neither Canaan nor the Season Feast found it.

Now, it is lying in a pool of blood.

And Ji Shiyan rushed over, wanting to snatch the bow and arrow of Qingjiujiu, and forcibly kicked Qingjiujiu in mid-air-

Straight to the ground.

Seasonal Banquet: "......"

An evil fire rose from the bottom of his heart, and when he got up, he scolded angrily: "Qingjiujiu, you dare to kick this king?" ”

"Or else? Waiting for you to touch me? Qingjiujiu sat on the horse and glanced at him: "You don't feel disgusting, I don't like it." ”

Diaphragm?

One day, he was disgusted at the banquet in the season?

Is Qingjiu crazy?

At this time, Canaan had also come back to his senses, and stepped forward, feeling palpitations: "You don't want to kill Princess Ben?" ”

"Princess, are you as evil as Ji Shiyan? I'm not a long-term suspect. ”

Canaan: "......"

She really thought that Qingjiujiu was going to attack herself, after all, she always spoke coldly to Qingjiujiu, and never had a good word.

So she didn't know why, but she thought the arrow was going to shoot at her.

Canaan was a little embarrassed for his villain heart for a while, so he changed the topic: "What are you doing here, prince?" You're coming to the west too? What about King Xuan? ”

Qingjiujiu was about to go somewhere else, Ji Shiyan withdrew his gaze from her and coughed lightly: "Separated." ”

He went to the east, but he heard frequent signals from the west, so he was driven by curiosity to come and see.

It's not that I'm separated from Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun didn't come to hunt at all, he just came to hang out.

He directly left Jiang Xun and left, wanting to come to the west to find out.

Then I saw Qingjiujiu's sharp archery.

Who knew that the other party was disdainful of him, kicked him without saying a word, and turned around and left directly.

"Qing wine wine! Do you dare to ignore this king? He stepped forward: "Stop, this king has something to ask you." ”

Canaan watched in even greater disbelief as they walked away from him.

Ji Shiyan chased after Qingjiujiu, said something irritable next to her, and scared away Qingjiujiu's prey, and was driven away by Qingjiujiu impatiently.

“...... Isn't this Princess Ben's teammate? Didn't he have his own teammates? ”

......

When the sun sets and the tired birds return to their nests, the hunting grounds gradually return to calm.

On this day's noisy and hunting, the prey in the mountains has long gone crazy and scurried around.

By the time Qingjiujiu rushed back to the camp, there was already a burst of meat smell wafting around.

The restocked prey, picking out what can be eaten, has been arranged by the people in the room to be roasted.

The rest of the things, which can be peeled, are made into fine wool, and are given to the nobles in the palace or those princes and nobles in winter.

Before Qing Jiujiu approached the camp, he heard Zhao Kuang commotioning over there: "Roast it for me!" What did you say? Not baked? Do you know who I am?! ”

A bullying tone.

When he got closer, he saw that he was carrying a litter of boar cubs.

It's so small, almost just opened my eyes.

The man looked at it in embarrassment and persuaded: "Lord Zhao, it's really not good, there are rules for hunting, you can't shoot pregnant prey, let alone hunt cubs." ”

This Zhao Kuang is obviously inferior to people in riding and shooting, and there is no thing to deal with, so he brought back a litter of newly born boars that he found.

Qingjiujiu frowned.

Ji Shiyan instinctively felt that this woman would not be at ease.

He followed Qingjiujiu for an afternoon, and found out Qingjiujiu's hunting habits, she would never touch those old, weak, sick and disabled animals.

Zhao Kuang was swept away, he couldn't hold a single face, his face was red, and he saw Qing Jiujiu coming over.

He really looks down on Qingjiu.

What about a woman who wins archery in front of him?

Not an ugly girl?

So he was even more anxious to regain face for himself, and threw a few little pigs into the fire pit: "You don't roast, Master Ben bakes it himself!" ”

As soon as he was about to make a move, there was a sneer from behind him: "If Lord Zhao is hungry and panicked, this princess doesn't mind giving you a pheasant, why bother to commit a crime against the wind and ask for the lives of these little beasts?" ”

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Kuang was immediately annoyed: "You are a woman, you are not good at raising your husband and children at home, what are you doing when you come out and show your shame, oh I know, King Cheng'an has always hated you for being ugly, so you found another way?" ”

He felt that Ji Shiyan must have hated Qingjiujiu very much, and he wanted her to die at the beginning.

Even if he speaks coldly, King Cheng'an will definitely thank him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Kuang's words became even more vicious: "It's useless, you ugly face, no matter what you do, you don't like the Xiuxiu girl, who can hunt shrews!" ”

When his words fell, he was ready to scold the street with a drunken shrew.

Anyway, there are so many people around here, and if you open your mouth, you can't escape the infamy of a shrew.

And he's a man, what's wrong with him?

But who would have thought that Qing Jiujiu hadn't done it yet, but he was hit by a small pebble in his hand!

The force was so great that he felt that his wrist bones were cracked in an instant!

And the mountain boar cub in his hand also fell to the ground in response.

"Zhao Kuang," Ji Shiyan put away his slingshot and looked cold: "Are you the king dead?" ”