Small side courtyard.

"Princess, you're back!"

Seeing Qin Ye, Yue'er and Xiao Hei rushed over together.

Yue'er frowned immediately, "You are a woman, how can you drink alcohol... and drink so much, it stinks!"

Xiao Hei wheezed and stuck out his tongue, licking Qin Ye's face.

The barbs on the tongue made Qin Ye feel painful, and he was about 60% sober. He held down Xiao Hei's wolf head and started to pull it out:

"Male wolf, don't take advantage of me!"

He held the wolf's head with both hands, did a split and flew over, sitting on the wolf's back. He grabbed the wolf's ears and no matter how hard Xiao Hei tried to shake him off, he couldn't get off.

Yue'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and immediately prepared a small stove to light a fire and cook some sobering soup.

Nearby, the man and the wolf had almost finished their fight, so they came together to warm themselves by the fire.

The wind is cool at night.

Qin Ye sat on the furry wolf's tail with his butt sticking up, holding his chin, looking at the raging flames, wondering what he was thinking.

"Princess, what are you thinking about?"

Yue'er couldn't help but ask.

“I’m thinking about personal charm and human heritage.”

Yue'er: "???"

Actually, it’s about Han Muxi.

This man is with the second daughter of the Qin family. After they get married, he will have the support of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion. His future career will surely be smooth and prosperous.

Why would he give up such a good and smooth road and insist on sticking to her?

Love her?

She didn't believe a word of it.

What is his purpose?

Qin Ye lowered his eyes and slowly pulled out a hairpin carved from peach wood from his sleeve. It was purely handmade, the texture marks on it were clearly visible, and the pattern of small fish was lifelike.

Outside the courtyard.

Zong Zhengchen, who had just approached, caught a sharp glimpse of the hairpin, paused, his eyes darkened, the temperature of his body dropped suddenly, and his forty-meter-long sword was unsheathed in an instant.

Next second.

Throw the hairpin into the fire.

"How can anyone covet my beauty? I wouldn't even be interested in ten Han Muxis, bah!"

Qin Ye clapped his hands and inadvertently glanced at a dark shadow outside the door.

Turning around, the man's face was as black as coal.

Looking again, he was practicing sword.

"?"

Is there something wrong?

Qin Ye scratched his head, "Your Majesty, why are you not resting in the room at night? What are you doing here?"

Zong Zhengchen grabbed the sword and danced twice without changing his expression.

I drew the sword too quickly just now and didn't have time to retract it.

He spoke calmly: "Didn't you see that I was practicing swordplay?"

Qin Ye pulled out a bunch of hair suspiciously, "It's so late, you came to my yard to practice sword?"

Zong Zhengchen glanced at her coldly and said, "The entire palace belongs to me. Who said that I can't practice swordplay in the princess's yard so late at night?"

Yes, you can.

The key point is, doesn’t he find it very strange at this time and place?

It's totally incomprehensible!

"Oh, Your Majesty, you are in such a good mood. I thought you were coming to kill me with a sword in the night."

“…”

Zong Zhengchen put away his sword and said, "Don't be so talkative. There are many stars tonight, and tomorrow should be a fine day. When I leave the court tomorrow, I will take you hunting in the suburbs."

So, this is why he practices sword?

This seems to explain it.

Qin Ye has been in ancient times for such a long time, but he has never hunted. The modern environment is severely damaged and wild animals are basically protected, so hunting is even more impossible.

She likes horse riding, hunting and outdoor sports, and she happily agreed:

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

—Will you be so kind as to take me hunting?

——When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!

——Although I don’t know what your purpose is, I will fight back against the enemy and block the water. Do you think you can eat me in this deserted forest?

Zong Zhengchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and was suddenly inspired when he heard her thoughts.

In the wilderness, alone and alone, a fire raged...

Great idea!