MTL - Marrying The Villain-Chapter 14 top spot

After noon, the children from all the families who were invited to hunt had arrived, and each found a flat sheltered place at the foot of the mountain to set up camp.

"Miss, I have already asked the Qingxiao guards to clarify."

Hu Tao came into the tent with a basin of clean water, rolled up the cuffs for Yu Lingxi and said, "The man slave who was accompanying me had a bad stomach last night, and was sick with vomiting and diarrhea. The housekeeper really couldn't find another man. Occasionally, I saw that beggar who was good at riding horses, so I temporarily asked him to take over, saying that he was only allowed to help take care of the horses, and he was not allowed to serve Miss Lai closely, so I thought there would be no problem."

Yu Lingxi soaked her hands in clear water, but she was thinking about another question.

Even though Ning Yin was left out in the cold and had no sense of presence in the palace, he was a former prince after all, and many of the descendants of the aristocratic families hunted this time had relatives of the royal family, wouldn't he be afraid of being recognized?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Ning Yin's past is a mystery, which she has never seen through.

"Sui Sui, come out quickly! The houses have been rectified and ready to hunt." Tang Buli's voice came from outside the tent, interrupting Yu Lingxi's thoughts.

The afternoon sun was just right, making the pores of people's whole body dilate.

Sure enough, the children of each family had assembled outside the forest with their bows in hand. The family is very ostentatious, and they also keep eagle slaves and hounds. Sometimes the birds sing and the dogs bark, so it's very lively.

Yu Lingxi changed into a crimson Hu suit that was convenient for riding and shooting, and with a small golden whip in her hands, she strolled over on the red horse from the Western Regions that her father had spent a lot of money on.

Horses are BMWs, people are beauties, and the scarlet clothes are unparalleled in the sun, which is even more eye-catching than the usual jade hairpins and blue skirts.

For a moment, the children of each family looked at her with obvious amazement. They probably didn't expect the sick little daughter raised by the Yu family to be such a beautiful woman.

Xue Cen rode over first, walked around her before reining in his horse, and said softly, "Second sister, the terrain in the forest is complicated, you should follow the crowd later, don't run too far."

"Okay." Yu Lingxi nodded, joined the hunting team with him, and stood beside Yu Xinyi.

When the horn sounded, hundreds of riders rolled across the long slope, racing away in a hurry, startling countless birds in the forest.

The one rushing to the front was Yu Xinyi in military uniform, and a luxurious young man with a large golden bow was running alongside her, evenly matched.

The boy's figure looked familiar, he should have seen him at a certain banquet in his previous life.

Yu Lingxi kept an eye out, and rode forward to ask Tang Buli: "A Li, who is the young man with the carved golden bow at the front?"

Tang Buli set up an awning and looked forward, and then said "Oh": "Ning Zizhuo, the king of Nanyang Xiaojun, is the current nephew of the Holy Majesty."

Immediately, she narrowed her eyes, lightly touched Ding Yu Lingxi's shoulder with a horsewhip, and said mysteriously, "Although the prince of Xiaojun is a relative of the emperor, he is just a spoiled little dude, so don't even think about it! Be honest! With your Xue Erlang, I think that among the unmarried children of the family, only his looks and talents are worthy of you..."

The topic got farther and farther, Yu Lingxi stopped in time: "I just asked casually, where do you want to go?"

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard a familiar female voice calling out from behind, "Cousin Lingxi."

Yu Lingxi turned her head and saw Zhao Yuming riding stiffly on horseback.

Unconsciously grasping the reins, all kinds of overlapping encounters in the Zhao Mansion in the previous life flashed through his mind, and finally fixed on Zhao Yuming's **** face.

Maybe she should be angry.

But as long as you think of Zhao Yuming's indifferent "cousin, you have to accept your fate" before being forced to be pushed into the soft sedan chair of the Prince Regent's Mansion in the previous life, all grievances and anger will disappear, leaving only endless emptiness.

Yu Lingxi straightened up on the horseback, and replied lightly: "Cousin."

Behind Zhao Yuming was a young man with slender eyebrows and thin cheeks. He looked very feminine and silent. He was the adopted son of the Zhao family.

Zhao Yuming didn't know how to ride and shoot, so he rode slowly and unfamiliarly. It took a long time to walk in front of Yu Lingxi, glanced at the pearl hairpin on her hairpin, and said with a smile: "The pair of pearl hairpins of my cousin are very beautiful, don't you know?" Where did you buy it from?"

Light and shadow fell between the leaves, and Yu Lingxi's eyes were mottled.

Others said that Zhao Yuming was somewhat similar to her, but now it seemed that they were nothing like her.

Zhao Yuming's facial features were much weaker and weaker, and his eyes seemed to be covered with fog. They were charming, but lacked light.

Naturally, Yu Lingxi would not tell the truth, so she just replied casually: "The old style from last year is not a good thing."

Zhao Yuming smiled, his face quickly flushed, and then faded to pale.

She lowered her eyes and looked down at her clothes.

Her family background is not as good as Yu Lingxi's, she has no reliable father and brother to support her, and she is wearing old clothes from last year.

Cheers from a distance broke the silence in the forest.

Tang Buli's eyes lit up: "It seems that someone has won the first prize, so fast!"

"Let's go and have a look." Yu Lingxi ignored Zhao Yuming and walked through the forest with a whip.

Yu Xinyi hunted a stag and came out on top. He conveniently planted the flag with the Yu family crest in the forest. It was extremely gallant.

On the other hand, the king of Nanyang Xiaojun failed in the competition, his handsome face was flushed with exhaustion, and he rode on his horse panting, glaring at Yu Xinyi unwillingly.

"Just now I saw you as a woman, so I gave you three points. Next time, this king will never show mercy!"

Ning Zizhuo threw an arrow at Yu Xinyi's feet, raised his head and declared, "Come again!"

Yu Xinyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, turned over and jumped on his horse and said, "Little County King, if you lose face again later, don't cry!"

Everyone booed, Ning Zizhuo seemed to be humiliated, blushed even more, and shouted angrily: "Whoever cries is a dog!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his whip to catch up with Yu Xinyi, leaving a group of guards behind.

The king of Nanyang Xiaojun is a child at heart. Yu Lingxi looked at it funny, but he was sure in his heart that the political enemy of the Yu family could not be him.

Tang Buli ordered people to carry the stag back to the camp, and the onlookers also dispersed to hunt.

The crowd had already run far away, and Yu Lingxi's shooting skills and physical strength were not as good as her elder sister's. After walking around in the forest a few times, she returned to the camp with Tang Buli and other noble girls.

The setting sun is beautiful, and the stream glows with a warm light like golden scales.

Yu Lingxi had two hunted gray rabbits hanging on his horse's back, and led the horses towards the simple stable behind the tent.

The horse's back was very high, and she was hesitating whether she would be injured if she jumped off, when she saw a familiar figure walking over, half kneeling under the stirrups with folded arms, and built a human-arm ladder for her.

Ning Yin?

Yu Lingxi froze for a moment, unable to get up or down on the stirrups.

"I'm not in the habit of stepping on people's stools, please get out of the way." She said, her tone was soft, but she could hear a little displeasure.

Now that she decided to keep Ning Yin, she had to correct his humiliating problems little by little.

Ning Yin pursed her lips, got up as she said, and took a step back.

Yu Lingxi regained her composure, stepped on the stirrups, and still staggered when she landed.

"Be careful."

Ning Yin immediately supported her, his slender fingers held her wrist tightly with a little coolness.

Yu Lingxi's heart tightened, her fingertips trembled subconsciously.

The four eyes met, Ning Yin's eyes were dark and calm, without any trace of control or desire.

Only then did Yu Lingxi come to her senses. The young man in front of her was indeed not Ning Yin from her previous life.

"Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief and moved her wrist.

Ning Yin let go of his hand obediently, after thinking about it, he raised his eyes and smiled generously at Yu Lingxi.

The magnificent sunset falls in the sky, the tired birds return to the forest, and the young man's smile is like the cleanest spring in the mountains, enough to wash away all the haze.

It is said that Xue Cen is bright and beautiful, and has the appearance of Pan An, but Ning Yin laughs, even ten Xue Cen can't compare.

Ever since Yu Lingxi asked Ning Yin to "smile" on New Year's Eve, every time he saw him, he would show a harmless smile.

As if this would make her happy and make her hate herself less.

Yu Lingxi thought, he must have developed an alertness and sensitivity beyond ordinary people during these years of wandering. Otherwise, how could he be keenly aware of the resentment and alienation buried in Yu Lingxi's heart, so as to seize every opportunity to please her?

"Don't force yourself to laugh in the future," she said.

Ning Yin was a little puzzled and asked, "Miss, don't you like it?"

"Not really."

There was also a slight smile in Yu Lingxi's eyes, but she pursed her lips on purpose and taught him seriously, "It's silly to laugh for no reason."

She handed the reins to Ning Yin's hands, her tone became lighter, "Take care of the horse for me."

After finishing speaking, he dangled the small whip in his hand and walked towards the camp against the light.

At sunset, drum hunting.

There were a lot of birds and beasts piled up on the grass by the stream, and Tang Buli's decent people counted them, and counted how many prey each family got according to the arrow family emblem on their bodies, so as to choose the leader.

After several rounds of counting, the Yu family always hunted the most prey, regardless of the quantity, even rare prey such as deer and roe deer, they also got a lot.

Ning Zizhuo, the king of Nanyang County, came next, and then Xue Cen and others.

The fewest were the arrows on Zhao Yuming's mansion, only a rabbit and a yellow fox with very poor coat color.

At night, a bonfire was lit in front of the camp, and boys and girls circled each other to share the meat and share the spoils of the day.

Yu Lingxi ordered someone to cut a leg of venison and distribute it to the accompanying attendants, then picked some melons and fruits and hot grilled meat, and told Hu Tao, "These are for Ning alone..."

After a pause, she changed her words: "Go and send it to the beggar who raises horses."

As soon as the arrangements were made, one of the female companions in the same company asked, "Why don't you see Miss Yuming from the Zhao Mansion?"

The prostitute of Liu Shilang's family in the Ministry of War glanced at Yu Lingxi, although she was smiling, her words were hidden: "Who told someone to steal the limelight and hunt down all the prey in the forest, leaving no way for people to survive. How dare a girl from the Zhao family show her face?"

At the beginning of the Northern Expedition, the first person my father and brother suspected was Liu Shilang of the Ministry of War. Now looking at the attitude of the Liu family girl, it can be seen that the relationship between the two families is indeed not good.

During this hunt, the Yu family was in the limelight. Yu Lingxi kept in mind who was envious and who was jealous.

After all, what these boys and girls represent behind their backs are the interests of their parents' families.

The bonfire outside was lively, but Zhao Yuming's camp was deserted.

A few figures walked by outside the camp, and commented: "I thought Miss Zhao's family was a beauty, but today she stood with the little lady of Yu's family, and she lost her color like a clay figurine."

Another person laughed and said, "Isn't that right! If I were Xue Cen, I would also like Miss Yu, her looks and figure... Tsk tsk!"

Footsteps sounded, and the voice of discussion outside stopped abruptly.

Zhao Yuming looked at the bag of arrows on the table, and when he heard that his fingers were clasped tightly in his sleeves, the sadness in his eyes was even heavier, and he wanted to cry.

After a while, Zhao Xu came in with the roasted rabbit meat, and seeing Zhao Yuming alone was sad, his eyes flashed with obvious distress.

"Eat something, Yuming."

Zhao Xu tore off a leg of rabbit meat, and carefully fed it to Zhao Yuming's lips, "I have chased away those who talk nonsense."

Zhao Yuming shook his head: "They are right, a delicate and delicate girl like my cousin should be liked by everyone."

"I don't like it." Zhao Xu said.

Zhao Yuming glanced at him, tears streaming down his face: "What's the use if you don't like it? I don't have the support of a good father and brother like her, and I will be compared and made fun of wherever I go. Inferior."

"No. Tomorrow's hunt, I will definitely be the number one, and I will definitely give you support and a long face."

When Zhao Xu saw the righteous sister's tears, his heart felt like a knife, and a dark color flashed in his eyes, "At that time, no one will dare to despise you and make fun of you."

…

The waning moon slanted to the west, the bonfire was extinguished, only a little spark flickered up, and then disappeared in an instant.

Everyone was asleep, and the camp was quiet.

There was a dense chill in the woods, a gray falcon cut through the night sky and landed on Ning Yin's arm accurately.

As soon as the information was retrieved, there were deliberately light footsteps coming from outside the woods.

Ning Yin had excellent hearing, and immediately recognized that the voice was coming from Yu Lingxi's stable.

He slowly raised his finger and pressed it on his lips, signaling the well-trained gray falcon on his arm not to move. Then he turned around and peeked in the shadows behind the tree trunk.

A black figure sneaked into the stable, then took out a bag of something and poured it into the manger, stirred it with his hand, and left in a hurry.

After the black shadow completely disappeared, Ning Yinfang raised his arm and let the gray falcon fly, turning out from behind the tree trunk.

With his hands behind his back, he strolled to the stables, picked up a handful of hay, put it on his nose and sniffed it.

Immediately, the line of her lips raised, a low sneer filled her throat, and her eyes gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

It seems that without him taking action, someone can't wait to set it on fire.