Dressed as a General's Pampered Wife

Ion Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and almost when the hungry tiger pounced on Tang Anle with its mouth wide open, it bent its index finger slightly, and blew a sharp whistle against its lips.

"!" Tang Anle's breathing was almost stagnant, he took out a bottle of medicine from his arms at the very moment, and threw it at Hungry Tiger's eyes.

The black horse under the crotch also raised its front hooves abruptly under Ion Yuan's whistle, and dodged aside.

Tang Anle might as well, fell off the horse, rolled on the spot a few times, gasping for breath in pain.

Hungry Tiger's eyes were burned by the medicine, and he was hit by an arrow again, as if he was irritated by this action, he roared and rushed indiscriminately, seeing that he was about to go towards the little prince Mu Lengzhen again, Ion Yuan let go of the skinny boy in his arms , slammed forward and kicked the hungry tiger in the abdomen.

A man and a tiger immediately started fighting in this open space. Ion Yuan's eyes were scarlet, and his bare hands punched to the flesh. It was obvious that the hungry tiger was at a disadvantage.

Yi Yunqu and Mu Shaohong shot arrows at the right time, and they fired two arrows at the same time. The clusters of arrows were sharp, and they shot straight at Hungry Tiger's hind legs.

In an instant, there was only a roar of a tiger, and after a flock of birds flew out of the dense forest, the deep forest regained its tranquility.

Panting heavily, Ion Yuan knelt down on one knee. Tang Anle, enduring the swelling and pain in his back, ran to his side, only to see a bloody scratch on Ion Yuan's back, and panicked, "Ion Yuan, You got scratched on your back!"

Yi Yunqu and Mu Shaohong also got off their horses and walked towards them.

"Scratches?" Ion Yuan's tone was cold, as if the scratches on his back were nothing more than mosquito bites, he didn't need to care about it, but he saw that Tang Anle's thick clothes were rubbed on the ground by a fallen horse, revealing a blood-stained wipe After the injury, his expression changed.

Tang Anle ignored it, took out the hemostatic powder from his bosom without saying a word, and sprinkled it on Ion Yuan's back.

Mu Shaohong just walked up to the side of the little prince, and was about to speak, when the hungry tiger that fell to the ground suddenly jumped up again.

Ion Yuan and Tang Anle were just a few steps in front of the little prince, the tiger rushed over and headed towards them.

"Ah!!" The little prince seemed to have come to his senses at this moment, a hungry tiger with a bloody mouth was reflected in his pupils, and his hands were so fierce that he wanted to push Mu Shaohong into the hungry tiger's mouth.

And behind Mu Shaohong were Ion Yuan and Tang Anle who were kneeling on the ground, such a push would put them all to death.

"Mu Shaohong!" Yi Yunqu was about to burst into tears, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he drew his sword and stabbed at the tiger's head.

'puff-'

'Pfft-' The sound of a sharp knife piercing into flesh sounded at the same time.

The sound of the tiger hitting the ground created a layer of yellow sand, and only two figures could be vaguely seen in the air.

The young man with a stubborn face had indifferent eyes. In his hands were Yi Yunqu and Mu Shaohong's arrows that had fallen to the ground. Drops of blood dripped from the arrow clusters onto the ground. Similarly, Yi Yunqu's hands were stained with blood. sword.

The young man holding the arrow had a pale face, his skinny cheeks were almost sunken, and he knew that he hadn't had enough to eat all year round, and his slightly deep eyes didn't fluctuate even when he killed a tiger twice his size .

The young man indirectly saved the lives of several people.

Mu Shaohong's face was serious. After glancing at Mu Lengzhen with a sluggish face, he pursed his lips and looked at the shabby young man. His eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, a group of guards in soft armor and ministers hunting in the deep forest rushed over.

There was too much movement in this deep forest.

"The emperor forgives the crime! I waited for the rescue to come too late!"

Mu Shaohong's heart sank. When hunting in the mountains, there must be guards patrolling and guarding the hunting ministers in the mountains. They will not appear until the tiger dies. The meaning behind this is self-evident.

Mu Shaohong walked to the side of the little prince with a cold face, and said to the shocked little prince in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Mu Lengzhen, trespassed on the hunting ground, and pushed me to the tiger's mouth, pursue it, you The crown prince's position may be unstable, if he pretends to be crazy, he may escape disaster."

"Ah, tiger! Tiger! Eat people!" Mu Shaohong's words seemed to bring back the horrible memories just now, coupled with Mu Shaohong's special guidance, Mu Lingzhen's face suddenly turned pale, and he fluttered like a headless chicken crashing indiscriminately.

"The prince strayed into the hunting ground by mistake and disturbed the hungry tiger. He was frightened, so take the prince back to take care of him." Mu Shaohong said coldly, this push completely took away his compassion.

The ministers present had different thoughts. Seeing that the little prince was obviously frightened and lost his mind by this encounter, he felt sorry and fearful. The emperor's luck might still be long.

As soon as Mu Shaohong finished speaking, several guards immediately stepped forward to restrain the prince and brought Mu Lengzhen back.

This encounter turned out to be a blessing in disguise, the crown prince became insane, and the wings of the queen mother and prime minister broke again.

"The emperor is frightened, do you want to go back with the ministers?" A group of ministers looked at the little prince who was dragged away, and looked at Mu Shaohong with flattering expressions.

"No need, I can go back to the camp with Lord Shangshu. The beasts in the mountains are hidden, so let everyone suspend hunting today and go back to the camp together!" Mu Shaohong said loudly.

"Your Majesty, both the general and my wife were injured, so I won't participate in the half-month hunt." Ion Yuan put his arms around Tang Anle, protecting his exposed blood-stained shoulders, with a worried expression on his face.

Mu Shaohong pursed his lips. This person might have misunderstood him again. The prince was frightened and paralyzed when he met a tiger, which was not within his arrangement.

"The general has meritorious service in fighting the tiger. From now on, during the hunting period, let's recuperate well in the camp," Mu Shaohong smiled wryly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Ion Yuan said routinely, then protected Tang Anle and was about to get on the horse and leave, but found that the clothes behind him were being grabbed.

Tang Anle's sleeves were also pulled tightly.

The two turned around together, and saw the young man who had just stabbed the hungry tiger to death with an arrow.

The young man's eyes were dull, and the action of pulling the two of them seemed to be unconscious, but his stubborn and thin face was firm, and the hand that he was holding turned white with force.

"I want to go with you." The boy seemed to seldom speak, and his voice was hoarse.

Tang Anle looked at the half-grown boy, and thought of the childhood past that Ion Yuan had told him, and his heart moved, as if the dirty and thin boy in front of him was Ion Yuan when he was young.

Moreover, Tang Anle has been brooding over the desire to survive just now.

"Go where you came from." Ion Yuan is very unkind, although this young man is somewhat cruel like him, but he is not a good person who raises orphans for no reason.

After finishing speaking, Ion Yuan hugged Tang Anle, jumped on the horse, and hugged Tang Anle tightly in front of him.

The young man's eyes without light seemed to be even more dim, but he still stood stubbornly beside the horse, motionless, inexplicably making people feel distressed.

Except for Tang Anle, who can cry and laugh, who can touch his heart, a half-year-old boy can't make him feel compassion.

"Ion Yuan, you really don't want to take him away?" Tang Anle pressed his hand and asked tentatively.

It would be fun to think about raising a smaller version of Ion Yuan by your side, isn't it?