Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

Murong Canghai was stunned and flew onto his horse at the fastest speed, raised his whip and whipped it on the horse's back. The horse spread its legs and ran towards the grove.

His eyes seemed to condense into ice, exuding a chill, and his face was tense, which made people feel scared.

From a distance, he saw Ying Lie, but could not see Su Yueming's figure. His horse whip was whipped hard on the horse's back again, and reached Ying Lie's side as fast as possible, jumped down, and tightened his collar.

, asked angrily—

"Where are other people."

Ying Lie felt his hands trembling, and he opened his mouth without saying anything.

"Damn it! How dare you let her go!" Seeing Ying Lie's expression, the blood in his heart quickly freezes. He raised his foot and kicked Ying Lie mercilessly in the chest. He was kicked all over.

He flew and hit the tree trunk behind him. His body was hit hard. The expression on his face was very painful, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"King...Prince..."

Murong Canghai didn't say anything else. He jumped onto his horse again, his eyes as if he was soaring, staring at the woods ahead—

"Damn it, you dare to run away like this!" The anger and disappointment in your heart came like a sea of ​​rushing, and the hand holding the reins suddenly grabbed it tighter.

The fallen leaves in the woods floated high and fell between his hair and his clothes, as if they could sense his anger, surrounding him.

The dust rose under the horse's hooves and screamed in the wind.

No one, no one!

He ran around the entire forest for a while, but did not see Su Yueming's figure, and the horse returned to the starting point.

The sun was about to set, and the sunset shone above the woods, shining through the gaps, and stars fell on the ground. Murong Canghai's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and the feeling of loss tightly surrounded him.

"Why are you here? Are you hunting? Are you going back?" Suddenly, a voice rang behind him.

He turned around suddenly—

I saw a woman in a white horseback riding suit standing in the sunset, with a puzzled expression on her face, and a yellow leaf fell between her hair.

He let out a sigh of relief, his clenched fists slowly loosened, and his tense expression also relaxed. He jumped off his horse, walked to Su Yueming, and glanced around her,

Stiff and authentic—

"What are you doing here?"

Su Yueming raised the flowers in her hand. The flowers were red, dazzling red. She smiled on her face and said, "I was just here to breathe. When I saw these flowers, I felt very beautiful, so I picked some. Look,

Does it look good?"

She handed the flower to him and asked.

Murong Canghai's eyes became slightly warm. At this moment, there was no coldness or hostility on her face. Her expression was as warm as the setting sun, and there was no indifference and alienation that was always there in her eyes, just like an ordinary person.

A woman who is connected has the simplest happiness and satisfaction.

He raised his hand, took the leaves on her head, held her hand holding the flower, put her hand and flower on his face, and said-

“This flower looks good.”

Her palms were a little cold, so he took off his cloak and wrapped it around her, bent down and picked her up, and walked immediately.

Her eyes looked at the place where she had just been hiding, and the broken lines with seven knots were still hanging on the branches.

In today's hunting competition, the King of North Court hunted the most. He finally ordered people to give all the prey to the soldiers present, and everyone was excited.