Shizong abandoned his horse and led his guards to sneak into the surrounding bushes silently. A pair of eagle eyes did not lock in the figure of the elk, but instead stared straight at him directly opposite him, with a solemn expression, and was waiting to shoot.

The other party's brows were frowning, and his beautiful eyes that were usually filled with the glory of concentration. This concentration was determined to win the prey, with a dazzling and dazzling spirit, which made people dare not look at it and were reluctant to leave.

What a beautiful look! Shizong secretly applauded in his heart. People with such eyes must be tough enough in their hearts and their desire for success is stronger. Just looking at the eyes of the Crown Princess, he became more looking forward to this hunting.

Ouyang Huiru's hand holding the bow tightened again and again, and her breathing became lighter and shallower until she was completely held. A flash of light suddenly burst out from her eyes. Her thumbs were retracted and the arrows that had already been ready to go quickly passed through the gaps between the branches and rushed towards the chewing elk.

With the direction of the arrow, Sejong foresaw that the arrow had not fallen. A flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes and ran towards his horse in a flash. Within a second, he turned over and surrounded the horse in the direction where the elk might escape.

A slight sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the elk was alert and wanted to run away with his hooves. As soon as he turned his head, the arrow had arrived. The arrow that was supposed to be shooting on its abdomen would be inserted into its butt and shook it twice.

The elk screamed in pain and fled in the opposite direction of the arrow. It didn't run far away. A faster and more lethal arrow came towards him, as if he was playing with it. He could kill him with one blow, but he didn't greet him. He just stuck on the grass half a meter in front of him, and was buried in seven minutes, blocking its escape route.

The elk whined and quickly changed directions, but whenever he encountered an arrow that was intimidating and released by the air, he had to escape in the only direction that had not been encountered.

Seeing this, Shizong put away the bow in his hand and led the guards to continue driving him away.

The direction of the elk escape was the empty grassland. Seeing that Shizong was following the plan, Ouyang Huiru did not dare to stop for a moment, and chased the panicked elk and shot arrows one after another. Many arrows fell into the air, but two or three shots were still shot at the target. However, because she was not strong enough, the arrows only penetrated into the flesh and left some blood, but it was not fatal.

She was not discouraged, and still had one arrow after another, her movements without any stagnation. A burning wild light flashed in her slightly narrowed eyes.

The guards lurking around the elk also chased after them under the leadership of Sejong, howling in their mouths to stimulate the already panicked elk's mind and make its movements messy and dull.

The elk was indeed in a mess with the howling of the wolf. It seemed to fall several times, but it almost stabilized its body and continued to run for life. Seeing the elk's increasingly dull movements, Ouyang Huiru seemed to have some insights, and also followed the guards, tilted her head and screamed.

Her voice was crisp and melodious. After a sound, she seemed to find a feeling and screamed a few more times. The high voice was filled with wantonness, blood, wildness and full of fighting spirit. It sounded so heroic in people's ears, and it seemed that my heart was about to fly with this scream and break through the sky.

Such a straightforward and unruly princess was unprecedented, but it was exactly the same as the Jurchens' unruly nature. The guards seemed to be inspired and shouted louder under the guidance of the princess. The originally quiet valley was disturbed by their noise, and animals kept running in the jungle. Even the birds on the trees flapped their wings and flew into the sky, hovering, and did not dare to fall for a long time.

The gorgeous figure of Ouyang Huiru's flames reflected in her eyes, and her ears were full of her high and low roars of her and the guards, so refreshing and exciting. This situation completely shocked Shizong's eyes and eyes, and his heart was trembling.

Division of labor and cooperation, moving forward in unison, guarding one prey to pursue it to the end, and never giving up until the goal is achieved. This is the real hunting, rather than a hunting game that has to be held in order to strengthen control over the various Jurchen divisions.

Shizong thought in a daze, and felt a heat in his heart. He suddenly roared to the sky. The roar was thick and soared into the sky, with a strong killing aura.

The elk was already confused by the group of people who shot arrows and scared it, and suddenly heard a long roar that looked like a dragon's roar, and his heart was almost broken, and his hooves became soft and he tripped to the ground.

Ouyang Huiru's eyes lit up, and she took the opportunity to fill it up and stabbed it on the softest abdomen of the elk, greatly hurting the elk's vitality.

The elk struggled to get up and fled forward again, but its speed was significantly slower.

Seeing that Shizong had such an effect as soon as he spoke, Ouyang Huiru turned her head and shouted loudly: "Father, you're so scared! He's scared by you, and scream a few more!"

Tell me a few more times? The emperor is not the one who can make a call, but the person is the emperor! The guards following the princess heard her carefree and generous requests and almost fell off the horse's back. After finally stabilizing her body, they secretly worried for the approachable princess, for fear that her disrespect would anger the emperor.

"Haha, okay!" Sezong laughed loudly, and suddenly felt aroused. He really let out a few more roars at the void, which shocked the guards almost fell. After returning to his senses, he suddenly realized in his heart: This is hunting, and it is the right thing to catch prey. Where can we get so many false rituals? Psychic! Or is it clear to the princess.

Being infected by the willful infection of the Crown Princess and Sezong, the guards also put down their concerns and worked harder to block the elk, and finally drove it to the empty grassland.

On the grass, one-sided hunting was officially staged.

The guards dispersed from all directions, blocking the escape routes for the Crown Princess. The Crown Princess fell behind the elk, and shot an arrow when she caught the gap. When the quiver was empty, Sezong threw a barrel at the right time and signaled her to continue working hard.

The two of them fought and cooperated with each other. They only suffered the deer. They were covered with arrows, but the power of the arrow was too small to kill it. They could only run and run helplessly, and were shot helplessly. If its IQ was higher, it would probably find a tree to kill him and would not accept the inhumane like Ouyang Huiru.

After running countless rounds on the grass, it was still unable to break through the encirclement. The elk finally fell to the ground dyingly, gasping for breath, and its breath gradually weakened. It sucked Lengzi twice again, and finally closed its eyes unwillingly and disappeared. It was pitiful that it was not shot to death by an arrow, but it died of excessive blood loss and excessive exhaustion.

When Ouyang Huiru saw the elk fall to the ground, she did not run over immediately. Until it died, she dismounted and slowly approached, tentatively stretched her feet and kicked its hind hooves.

Sejong quickly dismounted, ran to her side a few steps, pulled her away, and said with concern: "Be careful, some animals will pretend to die, and attack when you get close, which is extremely cunning."

Ouyang Huiru nodded suddenly and looked at Shizong with her eyes as if saying: Then please help me see?

Shizong shook his head helplessly, but with a little doting in his eyes, he walked to the elk and checked for her. After a moment, he turned his head and looked at Ouyang Huiru, who looked expectant, nodding with certainty.

Ouyang Huiru suffocated her breath, and after a moment she showed an extremely bright smile. Her hands were put together into a snail and made a long whistle. The whistle was two scales higher than the whistle, and it was extremely penetrating. After breaking through the air, it was transmitted far away.

Emperor Shizong stared at her in surprise. Isn’t the Crown Princess a Han? Who taught her this whistle? She beat her very well.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Sejong staring at him, Ouyang Huiru asked in confusion. Without waiting for Sejong to answer, she spoke immediately, "The Emperor's Grandmother said that after the Jurchen warriors successfully hunted each other, the whistle would whistle and celebrate. The whistle would be heard from a long way, so that the elderly, women and children who were waiting in the tent would know that today would not only not have to go hungry, but also a sumptuous dinner. So everyone would be very happy and would sing and dance around the tent to celebrate. Father, come too, let the Emperor's Grandmother hear it and know that there would be venison tonight."

Her words were so sincere, and there was a sense of innocence, like a clear spring water washing the soul and taking away the filth and fatigue. Shizong suddenly realized that he seemed to remember the years he had hunted on the grassland when he was young. Although it was hard and unpredictable, there was no conspiracy, no killing, and no tragic corpses. It was the most carefree day in his life.

Ouyang Huiru had already sweated all over her head. The sweat wet her forehead and flushed her cheeks. She described her as having a very embarrassing face, but it did not damage her beauty at all. She looked straight into Shizong's deep eyes like that, with expectation on her face, and a passionate and vigorous light radiant on her body, like a small sun burning Shizong's eyes.

Sejong's heart, which had already become cold due to bloody struggle, became hot again, and was pounding, one louder than the other. He covered his chest, narrowed his eyes slightly, and forced himself to suppress the strangeness in his heart. When his heart beat smoothly, he looked at Ouyang Huiru deeply, and at her request, closed his hands, put them to his mouth, and whistled.

He released the emotions in his heart through this whistle. His breath was particularly long, with loud and melodious whistle floating in the air and stopped for a long time.

Most of his guards were old people who had been with him since childhood. Seeing this, they felt something and followed suit. For a moment, whistles rang everywhere, shaking throughout the sky, shaking the entire valley.

Birds and beasts scattered in the valley, and the hunters turned to look in the direction that made a sound. They were very curious. Who dared to be so reckless in the royal hunting ground? Are you not afraid of disturbing the emperor?

In the camp, I heard a loud whistle. The empress dowager, who was closing her eyes and resting, suddenly opened her eyes and looked into the valley, with two points on her face.

"That sound just now seems to be the emperor!" The old nanny who had served the queen mother for a long time replied softly.

The Empress Dowager nodded: "Well, the emperor seems to have fun. I haven't heard this whistle in many years?" The Empress Dowager lowered her eyes and thought, and suddenly laughed, saying with a strong sense of pampering: "Ha, it must be Xiaoru's ghost spirit. The Ai family has taught her how to whistle. She has put what she has learned into practice and urged the emperor to go with her. It's really..." It's really nostalgic!
Chapter completed!