I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

At sunset, three heavy bells rang out from the palace tower, marking the end of the hunt.

All the participants started waiting for the reckoning early, and those who had not rushed back with the prey at this time were all disqualified.

Meng Ying smiled slightly and waved to Zhuo Hong, motioning for him to come over.

Zhuo Hong was standing next to Zhuo Yao, counting his brother's prey with pride. When he saw Meng Ying's call, he ran over, "Brother Salan!"

Meng Ying whispered something in Zhuo Hong's ear, and Zhuo Hong's eyes sparkled after listening. He ran to Zhuo Yao's side again, with a look of unbearable pride on his face.

Meng Ying found a place and sat leaning against the wall. He sat down extremely slowly, and even looked a little trembling.

Bai Zhi kept Meng Ying in mind. After chatting with the queen, she found an excuse and ran to find Meng Ying quickly.

From a distance, she saw Meng Ying sitting on one side leaning against the haystack, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining on him, like an old monk in trance, quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

Bai Zhi spread her legs and rushed over, "Your Majesty——"

Meng Ying raised her eyes after hearing the sound, and saw Bai Zhi holding up her skirt. Today she was wearing colorful clothes, which made her look particularly dazzling among the simple clothes. She ran towards him through the crowd, her eyebrows creasing with a smile.

Meng Ying felt the blood rushing in her chest. He wanted to stand up, go up to her, open his arms and embrace her.

He supported the wooden box under his hand, but he couldn't use the strength to stand up.

Just when he was still trying to struggle to get up, Bai Zhi rushed towards him, catching Meng Ying off guard and throwing her into the tall pile of hay behind her.

Meng Ying's eyesight went dark and she groaned slightly.

After a moment of dizziness, Meng Ying came back to her senses and heard the tinkling sound of her steps, which was crisp and pleasant. The fragrant fragrance coming from the hair was violently poured into the brain through the nasal cavity.

This long-lost warmth made Meng Ying's nose sore. He stretched out his arms to hug Bai Zhi, his arms tightening unconsciously.

Bai Zhi reflected that she didn't use so much strength! He was able to knock someone down, and when he was struggling to get up, Meng Ying held him tightly in his arms.

"Don't move, let Sa Lan hold you for a while..."

An extremely gentle voice came, with only one simple sentence, as if Bai Zhi's soul had been taken away. She gave up all resistance and greedily buried her face in Meng Ying's chest.

Tears burst into tears for a moment, soaking Meng Ying's clothes, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I miss you so much..."

Meng Ying's breath was suffocated, her nose was sore, and she blamed herself: "It's Sa Lan's fault, it's Sa Lan's fault that made you feel wronged... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Bai Zhi could feel Meng Ying's arms shaking. Although this horrific experience was still vivid in her mind, how could she bear to blame him.

Like a cat, she rubbed her head against Meng Ying's chest, "It's not the prince's fault...it's not..."

The place she rubbed happened to be Meng Ying's wound. The itching pain made Meng Ying's breathing become rough.

He didn't stop it, but reminded himself over and over again in his heart that he couldn't forget this pain!

After Bai Zhi had rubbed enough, she suddenly raised her head, looked into Meng Ying's bloodshot eyes, and said playfully: "My lord, why don't you smell good anymore! You still smell of blood!"

Meng Ying was stunned and forced a smile, "Your nose is smarter than a mushroom. Salan really didn't take a bath yesterday!"

His smile was not like usual, but it still made Bai Zhi's heart warm.

"You said I'm a dog!" Bai Zhi wrinkled her nose, "Where is your injury? Let me see!"

Bai Zhi said that she was about to take off Meng Ying's clothes. Meng Ying hurriedly grasped Bai Zhi's hands, and then chuckled: "This is in public... If people see it, you should read a few of my books!"

Bai Zhi reluctantly stopped.

Seeing this, Meng Ying pinched Bai Zhi's nose and said dotingly: "It's just a minor injury, it's not a problem!"

Bai Zhi compromised and tried to stand up, but her hands pressed against the soft grain grass. The grain grass had no support and collapsed instantly. Bai Zhi suddenly fell to Meng Ying's lips.

The soft lips brushed past her, igniting Meng Ying's care and longing for many days.

Bai Zhi wanted to straighten up, but Meng Ying suddenly grabbed the back of her head.

The passionate kiss was about to break out, wrapped in the panic of life and death. The two of them kissed passionately.

Meng Ying's wound hurt, her body instinctively turned sideways, and then unconsciously, she turned over and covered Bai Zhi under her.

Bai Zhi couldn't find a point of support, so she fell limply into the haystack, and then continued to sink.

Meng Ying held Bai Zhi's lips, turning and sucking, as if teasing the sour plum preserves between her mouth, her tongue tips intertwined, wishing to tie a concentric knot on each other's tongue tips.

Meng Ying guided Bai Zhi forcefully, so that she could only obey. In the end, she only felt that her chest was lacking oxygen and her brain went blank.

The emptying of thoughts made Bai Zhi's facial features become more sensitive.

At this moment, she could clearly hear the tiny sound of the grain and grass beneath her.

There was a fragrance between Meng Ying's lips and teeth. This fragrance was very familiar, but Bai Zhi couldn't tell where she had smelled it.

And Meng Ying's hot breath and hot skin.

Xiao Yang stood guard outside the haystack and asked his men to surround the haystack, making it airtight.

He looked at the floating haystack, his brows almost knotted into a knot.

He hesitated, should he remind the prince?

Otherwise forget it!

He pondered it over and over in his mind until a woman's soft voice came from the haystack, and he blushed instantly.

forget it.

All love and desire are things he can't get in this life.

Xiao Yang lowered his head secretly, very low, as if he was about to sink into the dust.

He fiddled with the hilt of the sword in his hand, but his mind was entirely on the haystack next to him.

……

After Zhuo Ling finished cleaning the prey, she looked at Zhuo Hong's happy and proud expression and asked lovingly, "What are you so happy about?"

"Guess!" Zhuo Hong raised his eyebrows.

"You're still trying to hide it! If you want to say it, just say it! Don't say you'll get beaten!" Zhuo Yao raised the wooden stick in his hand towards Zhuo Hong.

Zhuo Hong quickly hid behind Zhuo Ling, "Sister! He wants to hit me!"

Zhuo Ling glanced at Zhuo Yao, and then said to Zhuo Hong, "You deserve it!"

Under the coercion of the two of them, Zhuo Hong had no choice but to say, "Brother Salan said that if he wins the first prize in this autumn hunt, he will let me work for him! You can never say that I am idle anymore." Got it!"

Zhuo Yao and Zhuo Ling looked at each other, with unspeakable surprise hidden in their eyes.

"Brother Salan?"

"When did you become so good with him?"

"He is the only one who wins the championship? He cheated! It was all hunted by Xiao Yang!" Zhuo Yao was dissatisfied, "Besides, he hunted more than I did?"

Zhuo Hong was anxious, "I just counted! He really hunts more than you!"

Zhuo Yao's face turned green, and his expression was so terrifying that he could be called a ghost, "Huh?"

This momentum frightened Zhuo Hong, and he said sarcastically: "I counted... there is one more..."

Zhuo Yao howled angrily, "What? One?"

"Brother! Let's forget it! Let him win!" Zhuo Hong said cautiously.

"Zhuo Hong, do you have something wrong with your brain! He cheated and stole my prey! Can you let him win? Isn't it obvious? He used you as a bargaining chip to prevent me from reporting him!"

Zhuo Hong lowered his head in grievance, "Brother, I... know... but you have been the leader for three years, and you still can't become an official..."

Zhuo Yao was speechless, "You! Can this be the same? This is just and above board..."

Zhuo Yao was about to vent his anger, but Zhuo Ling tugged on his sleeve and signaled him to stop talking.

Zhuo Yao looked towards Zhuo Hong and saw this boy looking like he was about to cry.

Zhuo Yao struggled on the spot for a second, snorted angrily, turned around and walked away.