Finally arrived at the hunting ground.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Song Qingxue rushed out impatiently.

When everyone was present, the Minister of Rites stood up and explained the rules to everyone.

Song Qingxue did not come with the mentality of competing. She was too lazy to listen to the rules. She just stood beside Xiahou Chongyuan and talked to him with her head down.

"My Lord, do you feel that many girls are looking at you?"

Today, many ministers indeed brought their families. Those who have daughters brought their daughters, and those who don’t have daughters also brought their most beautiful concubines to support the occasion.

Not to mention, looking at these women is truly a visual feast.

However, the eyes of several young ladies were on Xiahou Chongyuan.

She could read their eyes.

The general meaning is: The Regent is a good person and very handsome, but it's a pity that he has crippled legs.

Song Qingxue's heart was as clear as a mirror, and she dared to guarantee that if Xiahou Chongyuan could stand up at this moment, they would immediately hand him a handkerchief.

Because the Prince Regent is really good in every way, he is rich and powerful, and now the position of the Princess Regent is still vacant, it is indeed an extremely excellent and delicious piece of fat meat!

But unfortunately, he won't stand up.

Although the proud and beautiful ladies coveted his power and his body, they would not be willing to spend the rest of their lives with a disabled man.

So they just stared at him but didn't dare to take a step forward.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxue couldn't help but "tsk tsk" twice, and lowered her voice and said: "My Lord, if you were not sitting in this wheelchair, how many handkerchiefs do you think you would have received today?"

"zero."

Song Qingxue was a little surprised and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you so self-deprecating?"

Xiahou Chongyuan pursed his lips and smiled, "I won't accept it unless it's from you."

"That's really wishful thinking on your part." Song Qingxue stood up straight without saying a word and looked away.

However, when she turned her head, she saw Meng He walking towards her with a smile on his face.

"How many prey do you plan to hunt today, Miss Song?"

"Why are you asking this? Are you trying to trick me into telling you something?" Song Qingxue looked at him unhappily.

After all, we knew at first that he might attack Dongyue, and later we heard that he was in close contact with Zhao Wanqiu.

If you look at these two things separately, any one of them is disgusting enough.

Meng He was not at all angry because of her unreasonableness. Instead, his smile deepened.

"Miss Song, you are wrong. This prince just wants to go with you."

Song Qingxue snorted coldly, "Forget it, I don't want to go with you."

She thinks it's unlucky!

Meng He stared at her for a moment and said tactfully, "Why do I always feel that Miss Song seems to have a prejudice against this prince?"

Although he had been to Dongyue Imperial City many times before, he had never seen her once, let alone offended her in any way. He didn't understand where Song Qingxue's inexplicable hostility towards him came from.

"You're wrong." After saying this, Song Qingxue went to get the horse, and then rode into the jungle.

Meng He paused and looked at the direction she was going, then greeted Xiahou Chongyuan politely and followed her on horseback.

…

The rules of hunting competitions are relatively free. Everyone goes into the jungle to hunt on their own, and whoever brings back the most is the winner.

Song Qingxue walked slowly in the jungle holding the reins, not at all panicked.

I walked leisurely along the way and hunted a few rabbits.

About half an hour into the jungle, Song Qingxue felt that riding a horse was a bit too much, so he got off the horse and sat down under the shade of a tree.

The weeds around were very tall, and Song Qingxue's view was blocked, so she reached out and pushed the grass in front of her.

But just as he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of golden pupils as big as copper bells.

"ah!!!!"

Song Qingxue's scream pierced the sky, startling all the birds living in the jungle and causing them to flap their wings and fly high.

She poked her head out from the thick tree trunk, her face pale with fear.

"You! Don't come over here!"

"hiss--"

"I beg you! I have parents and children..." She swallowed and took a half step back, "Don't come over, please, human flesh is not tasty!"

Her whole body was shaking, and she instinctively wanted to run, but she didn't dare to.

She didn't dare to run like this. If she scared the python, she might become its food! With her speed, it was really hard to be faster than a giant python!

Help!

Why didn't anyone tell her that there were pythons in the royal hunting grounds?

If she had known about this thing earlier, she would never have come even if you beat her to death!

All her self-defense weapons were on the horse, and she didn't bring anything like realgar.

Why hasn't anyone come yet?

She screamed so loudly, didn't anyone hear her?

Is she going to die here today?

"hiss--"

Seeing the giant python spitting out its head and sliding towards her, Song Qingxue was so scared that she stepped back repeatedly.

"Don't! Don't come over here! Don't come over here..."

However, the giant python with a huge mouth rushed towards her at a high speed.

“Help!——”

“Bang!”

She covered her eyes and screamed, but after a long time, she did not feel the suffocation and pain she had imagined.

She opened her hands and peeked through her fingers, only to see a man in black tightly entangled by the giant python.

The man struggled with the python with a distorted face, and then he saw the python wrap its mouth around his head.

Before Song Qingxue could say anything, she saw a dozen men in black approaching with knives.

She clenched her fists and stood up, but her feet moved back step by step.

These people came quietly, so their martial arts skills should be quite good.

If there was only one, she might be able to give it a try, but there are more than a dozen of them in front of her!

She was extremely frightened in her heart, but she did not dare to show it on her face.

Seeing these men in black getting closer and closer to her, Song Qingxue suddenly spoke out.

"Who sent you?"

However, the man in black ignored her questions and even quickened his pace, raising his knife to chop at her.

Song Qingxue dodged sideways and blocked the attack from the nearest person with her hand.

But there were too many of them and she really couldn't resist them, so she found an opportunity to break through the encirclement, ran to the horse, climbed on its back and ran forward.

Of course, the man in black would not give up so easily. When he saw her escape, he immediately chased after her.

Song Qingxue rode his horse farther and farther, and actually ran out of the enclosure and into the real forest.

The trees here are towering, and it is so dark that the road is almost invisible.

She listened to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind, her nerves completely tense.

"Huahua"

The sound of leaves being crushed came to her ears, and Song Qingxue tried hard to open her eyes and look around.

With a "clang" sound, she fell into a warm embrace. Apart from the sound of leaves and the humming of swords, the only sounds in her ears were the sound of swords.

"Qingxue."

"Xiahou Chongyuan?"

Song Qingxue hugged him, a little dazed.

"Um."

"Why are you here?" She remembered that she had run a long way.

Xiahou Chongyuan did not answer. He pulled her to dodge a few more swords, then picked her up and ran deeper into the forest.

Song Qingxue couldn't see anything, and only by hugging Xiahou Chongyuan tightly could she ease the fear in her heart a little.

The two hid in a cave blocked by weeds. Xiahou Chongyuan put Song Qingxue down, took out a tinder, picked up some sticks and dry grass nearby and lit them.

The cave suddenly lit up.

Through the flickering firelight, Song Qingxue could finally see his face clearly.

He looked very miserable, his purple-gold brocade robe was torn in several places, blood had soaked his clothes and stained his outer robe, leaving obvious marks. His face, which was stained with a little mud, had several more bloody cuts!

Song Qingxue quickly crawled to his side and lifted up his sleeves.

I felt so heartbroken when I saw the palm-sized wound on my arm.