The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

"Your Highness."

Wen Yan opened her eyes from her doze, but she remained silent.Qian Chun called her several times, before she squeezed out an "um" from her nasal cavity, with a somewhat slow tone, as if she still had the weariness of the torrential rain from the night before.

Yes, heavy rain.

She went to bed early these days, and slept for a few days without incident or waves, but when she was about to go to bed the day before yesterday, a rare torrential rain suddenly fell, and it was said that many fishing villages near the port were flooded.The sound of the rain did not stop all night, it took Wen Yan a long time to fall asleep.

"arrive?"

The girl squinted her eyes and leaned against the window of the carriage, still unwilling to move.

"Yes."

Qian Tsubaki quickly packed up the sundries, in fact, the horses and horses had arrived at the hunting ground half an hour ago.Many descendants of the aristocratic families went out early on with their horses and bows. Even though the horseshoes overturned the wet muddy water, the leaders of the few were full of joy and restlessness, and it seemed that they had been holding back for a long time.

The double-season hunting has always been the most lively group activity in Daliang. Although the capital city of Daliang is located in the south, the four seasons are considered to be smooth, but the cycle of each season is extremely long, with short summer and autumn and long spring and winter, so several activities every year can always attract people. These young people of all ages.

Especially this time, it's not just the usual family rivalries. With the participation of the southern barbarians, some young and aggressive fighters will naturally fight more intensely. It seems that this year may be more exciting.

Wen Yan raised his head and glanced at the sun, his eyes burning with enthusiasm.She casually gave such a definition, and walked into the tent in the camp where Wang An belonged.

It has nothing to do with her anyway.

The Southern barbarians thought the same way.

Aruda swallowed a mouthful of strong wine, and so did the dozen or so strong men in front of him. The air was filled with the pungent taste of the barbarian wine. They had the habit of drinking freely during the day, but there was no need to worry about where the smell would spread. Go, the distance between their tent and the Liang people is not small.

It doesn't matter what you drink.

"How about the ones who just went out?" Aruda asked casually.

"It's not bad, the hawks have been watching. They will be back soon, and it seems that they have hunted a lot of big ones."

Aruda snorted strangely, cut off a piece of flesh from the dagger on the side plate, and threw it out through the air.

With a howl of an eagle, the flesh had already been swallowed up by the flying guy before it touched the dust.

Looking at the traces of the eagle flying away, the son of the tribe said softly for a long time: "They are all ready, what about you?" He was always answered by the sound of daggers cutting flesh when the warriors in the tribe took their oath.

The smell of blood was mixed with acrid air, and the air became even more polluted.

The shadow behind Aruda's tiger skin swayed slightly.

When the yellow and red turbidity in everyone's hands saw the light and they all withdrew, the crowding was swept away.

The man sitting on the couch covered with tiger skin in the middle turned the strangely shaped wine cup in his hand, staring at the small swirling vortex with cold eyes, as if he was really fascinated.

After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Progress?" He was indeed asking, but unfortunately the silence in the air was cold and there was no human voice.

Suddenly, there was a sound.

"Knock--"

The man put down the wine glass, and it was the crisp sound that broke the coldness, but nothing seemed to change.

Only the indifference and sharpness between Aruda's eyebrows and eyes gradually softened. This eldest son, who was placed with great expectations by the tribe, was naturally handsome and free and easy like a wild horse, and there was some youthful mischievousness in the corner of his mouth when he smiled.

Speaking of which, he was only 25.

"Very well... hurry up, the faster we get closer."

He still seemed to be asking himself a question.

……

"Which faction do you think will bring back more things later? We are still the southern barbarians? By the way, didn't it rain a few days ago, and those rabbits are willing to come out of their holes at this moment? I think it's not enough, but I remember last year At this time there are still many wild geese..."

The chattering clear male voice has never stopped since the beginning.

Annoying, there are really too many words...

Wen Yandu was flipping through the ancient books in her hands. Ever since Wen Yongning came over, the noise around her has never stopped.But the speaker still had no intention of stopping. The beautiful An Wang closed the book lightly, and there were two cups of tea on the table, and she stared at them coldly.

Still shouldn't have let this guy in.

Wen Yongning probably talked for a long time, and his mouth was a little dry.Beside him is a cup of hot tea with little mist, which is just right for drinking hot and not too cold.

But before his fingertips touched the porcelain surface, the mouthful of life-saving water had already been taken away.The always bold elder son was pierced by the cold pupils who met him, and he honestly swallowed back the question that was on his lips.

Looks annoyed.

Wen Yongning pretended to beg for forgiveness and said a few soft words, and when the mist dissipated from the girl's brows and eyes, he held a cup of hot tea and probably had a judgment on the gossip these days.

During this period of time, the well-known demon king in the middle of the capital was inexplicably quiet. A few days ago, he seemed to have changed his temper. Prince An, who was always only indulging in entertainment, actually appeared in the morning court for several days in a row. Not only that, but he even specially wrote The memorial is about the decision of the Southern Barbarians to participate in this spring hunting.

Thinking of this, Wen Yongning breathed a sigh of relief, yesterday his father came back from court and told him that the emperor would violate the ancestral system this time, it was really King An's final word.

But Shi Zi was not interested in these at all, what he wanted to know was something else, other changes that had happened to Wen Yan.

But it seems that there is nothing to be found...

Wen Yongning thought back to his uninterrupted probing just now, the girl didn't have any ups and downs, as if the name Luo Hanjue couldn't bring her any bloody storms.

It's not good, why did it become like this in just a few days.Wen Yongning didn't dare to think too much, his thoughts had just been pulled out from the sharp and piercing sound of broken guns dancing in the General's Mansion.

Ah, his teeth are a little sore.

Wen Yan knew that his face was calm, and she knew what the guy next to him wanted to do, but Wen Yan felt that his state was suitable for enjoying the moon while drinking tea, and a suitable mood could only accommodate the immediate and timely enjoyment.

They sat and rested in the camp, and within an hour, good news came from outside.The movement of the horse's hooves was not small, Wen Yan took a sip of scented tea, and there was a lot of noise outside the curtain.Qian Chun soon came back from the outside, saying that there was a dispute.

Not unexpected.

Qian Chun said succinctly that the first batch of prey men and horses had returned and they were all intact, but there was a dispute over the ownership of the prey.

Wen Yan didn't move, and she picked up the ancient book just now, but she was counting in her heart, and before it reached three, a guy who couldn't sit still had his eyes close to him, shining brightly, without any concealment. Kind of eager to try.

——Look at the excitement, the three big characters are almost engraved on Wen Yongning's big face.

Wen Yan and this pair of bright starry eyes looked at each other, neither of them spoke first, and Qian Chun quietly appeared beside him with his head bowed and a smile.

The results always speak for themselves.

"Only this once." Wen Yan literally gritted his teeth to force out the promise.

Standing on the grass under the bright sun, the girl chose a dark place to settle down, just as the dispute was not over yet.After listening to it a few more times, the ins and outs will be understood.

Wen Yan was even more speechless.

There was a rare wild deer brought back by the descendants of the aristocratic family. In addition to an arrow feather on the fatal wound, there was also a very deep barbed arrow wound on the hind leg.It is a very common disagreement in hunting, but unexpectedly, this quarrel has intensified.

Wen Yan looked not far away, and people from both sides appeared faintly, and the two people who were negotiating gathered together.

"The wound here is pierced from the back of the heart, and it is fatal in one blow. Other than that, there is no possibility of any wound that can kill this deer." You Wenxuan's white face remained unchanged, and his fingertips fell on a stick. on the nock.

"You said you died? The wound on the deer's leg is still bleeding, so you dare to say that there is no reason for the rest of the wound to make it die."

The man standing opposite You Wenxuan sneered, looked contemptuously at the thin scholar in front of him, and turned his prepared words around a few times, becoming more ruthless and targeted.

"By the way, this deer was not unloaded from your horse. What right do you have to confront me here? From head to toe, I don't see that you have a muscle, like a chicken bitch, and I'm afraid it's so soft You can't sit still right now."

The man grinned with sharp teeth, and his laughter was extremely rampant.

The faces of the men on Liang's side all changed, and the expressions on the other side were already unfriendly.

"Hahaha, are you sure this guy can get on a horse?" A group of guys on Nanban's side laughed and laughed, and the ear-piercing noise made people frown uncontrollably.Not far away, she could hear it clearly. Wen Yan looked at the back who was still standing upright. The shade of the tree fell on her face, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry.

"Ah, these idiots..." Amidst the men's quarrel, suddenly there was such a clear and clean female voice, as close as a whisper.

Wen Yan squinted his eyes and looked around, Wen Yongning didn't seem to hear anything, and was still whispering: "That guy is not a frail scholar." She didn't answer, a strand of soft hair fell down, Wen Yan Yan looked behind another curtain, his illusory pupils froze slightly.

There seems to be something...

Some young people gritted their teeth and were ready to rush up. You Wenxuan looked at them with quiet eyes, his brows were as quiet as a falling moon, and there was still a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

He kept his composure and stood in front of everyone.

"Hunting determines the uniformity of the prey's ownership, based on the only remaining objects on the body that can show the identity," You Wenxuan exerted force with his fingertips, avoiding a few drops of blood sprayed out, wearing a dark blue military uniform spotless.

In front of everyone, he held up the blood-stained arrow cluster, where there was a dark copper seal engraved with the body of the beam.The sun was just right, and the deer blood dried up to an astonishingly deep depth.

Everyone who can appear here does not talk about both civil and military skills. The commonly used hunting equipment must be specially made, so fine that each arrow tail is concealed and engraved with an exclusive mark.At least this is the case in the circle of Daliang's younger generation.

"The traces here are only half a month old. Presumably, the calligraphy of the grassland has not been learned so far."

Nanman's voice faded away quite a bit, and before the first provocative reaction came to him, a piercing sound came directly towards him.

With a heavy blow, the blood of the deer has been sprinkled all over his face.

The facts were clearly laid out before everyone's eyes, but both sides still insisted on their opinions and refused to make concessions.Now, even those who have no brains can react, these guys are deliberately finding fault.

The man whose head was sprayed with blood glared angrily, and he couldn't care less about his worries, "I killed this deer. It has been walking for so long, and the blood is almost gone. If you Liang people are not despicable, If the sneak attack is successful, it depends on how you can get this kind of prey."

Wen Yan's eyes, which had been calm for a long time, changed, and she spoke.

There was no restraint in the volume of the voice, and Nanman's fierce eyes were also attracted.The tall son took a step forward and raised his eyebrows to meet the temptations of those alien races. When he cools down, he always looks like the old people.

Some of the barbarian's teeth trembled for a moment.

Wen Yan's thin lips parted slightly, and she repeated it again, but what she didn't expect was that this time her cool voice was mixed with a warm atmosphere, which was completely different from hers, and someone was repeating it to her same sentence.

The voice came from behind her, and Wen Yan could hear it clearly.

--"idiot."

Everyone was surprised that the two sounds sounded at the same time.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Before people arrived, a girl in a red dress appeared.

She has no scruples and is extremely bold. She jumped out from behind the beautiful girl with a cold expression. Her flamboyant and beautiful little face is very suitable for a smile, but it is a pity that she is now angry. Even the gold and jade beads hanging on the hair knot They knocked each other step by step, but none of these damaged her brilliance.

This girl captured the attention of many people as soon as she appeared on the stage.

No one knew when she appeared, the crowd behind You Wenxuan looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.Wen Yan looked there, and the handsome scribe who had been standing in front of everyone just now had disappeared.

Liang Ren watched the girl rushing straight into the middle of a group of muscular strong men, a little pity for flowers and jade, and before he could speak dissuasion, he looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

The guys who were still arrogant just now are like a group of quails, shrinking their bodies and stalking their heads one by one. They were scolded by the girl, and no one dared to speak back. A dead wild deer is no different.

Still some guys held their breath. They saw the gritted teeth on the faces of the guys on the opposite side, but before they could say anything specifically, the girl had already noticed him, and directly pointed out his intentions loudly.

"Okay, have you forgotten all the rules on the grassland? As soon as I'm away, you start arguing with others, and you run amok everywhere. I didn't know you were in trouble until I heard the news a long way," the girl really said. He has a strong tongue, and he didn't lose his breath after a few words, which made a group of watching guys in the back smile.

Now, no matter how many grievances there are, these Nanmans can only swallow it in their stomachs.

Then the fight was supervised by the girl in the red skirt glaring at him, and the strong men reluctantly apologized.The wild deer on the ground were also taken away, the matter came to an end, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

The hustle and bustle under the white clouds was swept away, and the dividing line of the Chu River between Liang and Man was pulled back again. The moment he was about to walk out of the grassland, he was turned away by a corner of the skirt surrounded by flames, and his eyes were bright and moving .

In the distance, the sound of broken beads resounded crisply.

Wen Yan left early, and in the evening, Qian Chun brought over roasted venison, full of spices and burning fat.She also knew the identity of the girl in the daytime while eating the barbecue, which was almost the same as what she thought.

Princess Anya, the second daughter of King Yuan Da, said that she was the most favored among several heirs.The princess will come to join the group, and there is such a statement on the entourage in the memorial, but there is no detailed inspection at the handover point. Now there is one more person on the hunting ground, and it is not clear what the intention of doing this is.

The red color of the corner of the day flashed across Wen Yan's mind. She was chewing on the venison, and looked at the prey presented under the candle with a blank expression.

Or to put it another way, what exactly did the Nanban want to do this time?