Qu clear as promised

After returning to the tent, Liang Hui personally applied ointment on him, and the doctor said that it was just a scratch on the flesh and there was nothing serious about it.

The hunt officially started the next day, and Zhu Zhiyi could only sit on the viewing platform and look out.

Hu Le Liyan, who came back first, returned with a full load of birds, birds and animals, and generously asked Zhu Zhiyi to choose: "What does the queen like?"

He enthusiastically introduced: "This Yanmei is a blessed voice, and it can sing like a hundred birds. If the Queen likes it, I will give it to you after training."

"There is also this snow fox with beautiful fur, suitable for a queen to make a cloak."

Zhu Zhiyi was restricted by Liang Hui and couldn't leave the game. He watched his prey with great interest, but he didn't want anything. Lie Yan was a little disappointed.

The princes, ministers, and noble families came back one after another, paying their respects to the queen, respecting the queen, and speaking to those who liked it, Zhu Zhiyi smiled and declined, and praised them for being good at shooting, riding and hunting.

Liang Hui was the last to return, the sky was getting late, the twilight was all around, and the clouds were burning half of the field. He walked leisurely at the end of a group of extraordinary generals, holding something in his hand. Zhu Zhiyi couldn't see clearly.

I could only see the brilliant and blazing rays of light lingering on his noble cloud brocade and black pattern outer cloak, illuminating the tall and tall figure shining brightly.

Still far away, Liang Hui waved to Zhu Zhiyi: "Qinggui, come."

When Zhu Zhiyi got closer, he saw clearly that it was a wolf cub, Tremella wolf, with smooth and beautiful fur, sharp canine teeth, brown-gray eyes, faintly shining.

Zhu Zhiyi looked at it for a while, and then looked at the person, how did she look...

Zhu Zhiyi hooked the corner of her mouth, leaned over to touch the fluff on the wolf cub's head, the wolf cub showed its sharp fangs, Liang Hui kicked it viciously, raised his hand like a whip, and shouted: "Get down!"

The wolf cub groaned aggrievedly, and crawled towards Zhu Zhiyi's hand.

"Liang Junting!" Zhu Zhiyi frowned and looked at Liang Hui.

"..." Liang Hui hesitated to speak, and finally said after a while, "The wild animals in the mountains and forests are not domesticated, and they may hurt people."

Zhu Zhiyi was busy stroking the frightened wolf cub with her head down, not listening to what he said.

"... Qinggui won the first prize in the horse race. I should congratulate you. Do Qinggui like it?"

"Not bad." Zhu Zhiyi patted the wolf cub's head, feeling that the deer and birds were more interesting than others, and was quite satisfied, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Liang Hui could see that Zhu Zhiyi was pure, kind and gentle in nature, but he was a little bit admiring in his bones, otherwise he couldn't always hand-pick some ferocious beasts.

On the way back, the wolf cub was reluctant to be led by Liang Hui, and stuck close to Zhu Zhiyi's feet, as if he had grown up, and he was good at assessing the situation.

The sky completely darkened, the emperor presided over a bonfire meeting to discuss meritorious deeds, and the generals under the prime minister's command were probably discouraged by the horse race.

In recent years, the Ministry of War has become dominant and generals have declined, and few people dare to challenge directly.

Heroes have been born since ancient times, and this son of a single-riding general is only under seventeen. There was a burning smile, but his tone was not small: "Thank you, Your Majesty, if your Majesty likes it, I will also hunt down that white tiger tomorrow."

Such a feminine and good-looking person actually has a small dimple when he smiles: "The king of beasts is matched with the real dragon emperor, it is my sincerity."

Zhu Zhiyi raised his eyebrows. Is this the general's intention to surrender to the new emperor?I heard that the general who rides alone loves this old man very much.

Liang Hui showed his usual spring-like smile again, and said gently and calmly: "Aiqing can enjoy herself as much as she wants. What do you want to win the first prize in hunting today?"

It is a custom to hunt for the first prize to show the emperor's grace.

Ji Ning tilted her head, revealing her youthful look: "Anything is fine?"

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows: "If I can give it, I can."

Ji Ning seemed to have thought about it a long time ago, and blurted out: "Then the emperor rewards his ministers with a letter from the Xialu Baiyuanhui."

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the tent.

Some presumptuous.

The Summer Dew Garden is a grand royal event, a royal garden hosted by the queen during the summer dew season, with the intention of contacting the clan and marrying the aristocratic family. It is a family banquet, and there has never been a precedent for inviting foreign ministers.

Ji Fa, the general riding alone, immediately stepped forward to plead guilty: "The emperor forgives the sin, the dog is young and immature, and his words and deeds are shameless. I will strictly discipline him."

Ji Ning curled her lips indifferently, ignoring the courtiers' eyes and comments.

Liang Hui smiled gently, and raised his hand: "No problem, please get up, General."

Ji Ning, however, did not accept his father's favor, with a persistent and unruly face: "Your Majesty, if you can't send a letter to Xialu Baiyuanhui, then forget it, and the other ministers don't want anything."

The general riding alone was angry: "You—"

"Okay!" Liang Hui interrupted, revealing the lenient smile of a virtuous corporal, "Then just write a letter, the king promises everything, and there is no reason to regret it."

Ji Ning also smiled, "Your Majesty is so courageous!"

The rules of marching outside are more casual than those in the court hall. The emperor and the empress enjoy themselves together, and they don’t want to restrain the people below. Civil servants and military generals toast each other, and the atmosphere is warm. The young general looked at him with admiration and came over to raise a drink to congratulate him.

He would not refuse anyone who wishes Zhi Yi to come, but he would drink lightly. He quietly observed the factions among the officials, and always felt that there was a secret and unknown gaze on him.

He looked back, but couldn't find anyone. He felt uncomfortable, and halfway he tried to avoid drinking too much to see the little wolf that Liang Hui had brought back.

The ferocious beasts were all kept in one place, and the wolf cub seemed to be the overlord of the pen. Even the lion cub that Ji Ning had hunted was panting and did not dare to howl. The fur on several ferocious beasts was messed up, and they must have been beaten just now. one.

Seeing Zhu Zhiyi, the wolf cub raised his head to the sky and howled, arrogant and wronged.

"..." Zhu Zhiyi touched the fluff flying around his head, "Good boy."

Rubbing the little wolf for a while, he was grabbed by it when he turned around, his dark green eyes were watery, and Zhu Zhiyi suddenly thought of someone

"Want to come with me?"

The wolf cub let out an "ow", not like a beast, but like a big dog.

Zhu Zhiyi was soft-hearted, put a leash on him, and took him away from the vaguely eager eyes of leopards, lion cubs, and tiger cubs.

The wolf cubs jumped out of the circle, Zhu Zhiyi laughed and said, "Be quiet."

The wolf cub groaned, and turned around to rub Zhu Zhiyi's legs. When they returned to the camp, the bonfire banquet had already broken up, and only scattered imperial forest troops were left to put out the fire and clean up.

The mountains are bright with stars and moons, and there are thousands of lamps at night. Hundreds of tents with lights are set up on the vast plain. In order to avoid the beasts in the middle of the night, the camps are all gathered in one place, and it is difficult to distinguish them at night.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't bring any attendants, and went back to her tent based on her impressions, when she was about to open the curtain when she heard a familiar voice, it was extremely low, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"The Empress Dowager speaks carefully."