The killer concubine of the sick prince

Chapter 112 The Hunting Ground 03

"Do you think I want to go hunting together?"

Jiang Jiuyi was busy in a daze. The conversation between Zhao Ruixi and Zhao Ruiqi was so boring just now that he was not interested in listening to it. Now Zhao Ruixi's sudden question made him stunned, "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Ruixi greeted the passing servants and said casually, "Go hunting."

"Do you want to go?" Jiang Jiuyi said, "If you want to go, go."

Zhao Ruixi sighed faintly, "But the hunting process is extremely dangerous. Wouldn't it be a crime if Wang Xiang disappears and leaves Wangfei alone?"

"……speak English."

Zhao Ruixi nodded his shoulder, and Jiang Jiuyi looked down at the white and thin fingertips on her body, "Isn't she afraid that I want my concubine to go with me?"

Jiang Jiuyi shivered, looked at Zhao Ruixi and felt that he seemed to be seriously ill.

"going or not?"

Jiang Jiuyi didn't want to talk to him, and even felt a little ashamed and wanted to drag him back into the carriage.But Zhao Ruixi is tall and strong, how can he drag it easily?He kept saying "whether to go or not" in his ear.

"Go, go, let me go, okay?"

Zhao Ruixi smiled with satisfaction, leaned into his ear and said, "Whoever wins the jackpot will be rewarded heavily."

Jiang Jiuyi rolled his eyes at him, thinking that they should not get the head reward on such an occasion, if Prince Xi's mansion dared to get the head reward, someone would take their head to invite the reward.

"Although——" Zhao Ruixi's eyes were silent, "Although you can't win the jackpot, the first prize can be yours."

"Not interested." Jiang Jiuyi said bluntly. He has always felt tired recently, so he can rest as much as he can.

He pointed to a circle of people who were watching the play, "Are you sure? So many people are watching you, what will you do when your life is over?"

There was ruthlessness in Zhao Ruixi's calm voice, "Then we will die together."

The two of them walked not far, turned around and returned to the mansion of Prince Xi's mansion. Chuntao and Changsheng had already prepared lunch.Behind the two people, someone watched their backs walk a long way.

Zhao Wensheng looked at Zhao Ruixi, the joy of the outing that day seemed to have passed away. She remembered hearing the palace people say that the son of the Wang family had a good relationship with Prince Xi's mansion, and also remembered Wang Hengqi's faint praise and appreciation for Jiang Jiuyi that day.

The heart is tormented like a fire cooking oil.

She shouldn't have come. As a princess whose mother and concubine were abolished and her brother was banned, she should have become an existence that was despised or even avoided in the entire palace, but she came, and Zhao Fuqing asked her to come, and even gave her back Incomparable hospitality.

Zhao Wensheng is not a fool who doesn't know anything, of course she understands what Zhao Fuqing or the whole dynasty is planning.

When Zhao Fuqing came back with Mo Zhe and the prince, Zhao Wensheng smiled softly, and his eyes fell on Mo Zhe, as if he was still a little attached.

The eyes of the three of them only stayed on her for a short while, and then they left without looking back.Looking at their backs like this, Zhao Wensheng could already foresee her future destiny, and her eyes could not help but be filled with resentment.

But at this moment, she saw the second elder brother, who had never met her before, look back, with complicated and deep eyes, as if there was still pity and intolerance.

What are you holding back?

What right do you have to pretend to be here?

If it weren't for your staff to thoroughly investigate, how could her brother's scheme be exposed, and even become a street mouse because of this.Why does she have to face the fate of marrying far away, she is only 15 years old, she has not seen the sky outside the capital, and now——she is going to Keduzhen, like the eldest princess who died young Die away from home and leave your soul in that barren land forever.

She shouldn't be the only one to suffer such a fate, Jiang Jiuyi, Zhao Ruixi...even Zhao Fuqing!They all deserve a terrible death!

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In the evening, the convoy arrived at the Xishan Hunting Ground, where a camp had been set up. The huge bonfire dyed the whole world golden red, and in front of the bonfire stood a tall pillar with strange patterns. When the moon rises to the top of the sun pillar, it will water the pillar with the blood of the first prey for a good harvest and peace.

The sound of horns and war drums sounded, and Jiang Jiuyi suddenly felt her heart beating faster, and the broken images that once appeared in her mind reappeared, the sound of shouting and killing, the neighing of war horses, the buzzing of swords colliding, rivers of blood, soldiers falling continuously , a pile of white bones...

The palms were instantly sweaty.

Zhao Ruixi noticed that the breathing of the people around him suddenly became disordered, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Jiuyi shook her head, her clothes soaked in cold sweat, and it was bitingly cold in the night wind, "It's nothing."

He is still not sure, and he is suspicious. What is this picture that frequently appears in his mind?Is it really an experience on the battlefield?Just like what Nan Duo said, his mother took him to the battlefield, and later asked Mei Niang to take him back to Nanyi Village after the battle became tense.

But how can a four-year-old child have such a deep memory of the war?And now that this memory is about to come out, what does it represent?

Jiang Jiuyi doesn't believe in those mysterious things, but every experience in Dayong has impacted his cognition.

Could it be that this vague memory also hides the truth about the destruction of the Yun family and the Su family?

He looked at the jumping bonfire, his heartbeat rose and fell with the sound of war drums, and the long horn allowed him to see the boundless desert across the dim skyline.

The palace people who arrived earlier had already decorated the entire Xishan hunting ground, and the star-studded tents fell on the endless grassland, clustering Meng Qinghuang's big tent in the center like stars arching the moon.The tent of Prince Xi's Mansion is much more remote, and it can be regarded as the outermost seat among the princes, not even comparable to the seats of some relatives with foreign surnames.

Zhao Fuqing was no longer willing to hide his dislike for Prince Xi's Mansion. Zhao Ruixi was happy to see such a thing come to fruition, so he could be ruthless if his opponent showed no mercy.

There are also many ministers talking about it. As far as Zhao Ruixi knows, the loyal and upright censor supervisor Liu, including several veteran ministers who work in the Ministry of Rites, have mentioned the issue of the treatment of Prince Xi's residence more than once, even if the emperor has his own heart. I don't like it, but the current behavior is not in line with the etiquette rules, if it continues, it will be the emperor's fault.

But how could Zhao Fuqing listen to these things now?

With a wave of his hand, all the handouts presented turned into waste paper.

After arriving at the Xishan hunting ground, each family went to their own tents to make some repairs. The autumn hunting will start later. When the sky gets dark, all men and even women can enter the grassland to hunt until the moon rises to the sun. At the top of the pillar, the hunting is over, and the blood of the first prey will completely open the curtain of autumn hunting.

At that time, it is not a prey of one or two, but a human chase and massacre of animals.

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