Author: Liuyun Hairpin

"Snapped!"

The long whip was raised, slashing through the air and hitting the grass. Yaning Alan held the whip in one hand and the reins in the other and rode towards Song Qing'an.

The bay-red horse was galloping, and when it was about to hit Song Qing'an, Yaning Alan suddenly pulled on the reins. The bay-red horse let out a long sigh, raised its front hooves, and then fell heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"This beast has a fierce temper. Didn't he scare the princess?"

Yening Alan said this, but there was no apology on his face, and he smiled very calmly.

She originally wanted to scare Song Qing'an and see the beauty of this delicate princess turn pale. However, to her disappointment, Song Qing'an just blinked and was not as frightened as she imagined.

"The princess's riding skills are really superb, Qing'an can only be ashamed of herself."

Song Qing'an glanced at the snorting maroon horse and wanted to reach out, but finally gave up the idea.

"Such a fierce person can only be tamed by the princess."

Song Qing'an glanced at Yening Alan meaningfully, then lightly kicked the horse's belly and floated away.

Yening Alan always felt that there was a deep meaning in her words, as if she was mocking her, but he couldn't think of anything wrong with her.

She frowned displeased and followed.

"Princess, I have a suggestion."

Yening Alan rode his horse to Song Qing'an's side and smiled with her.

"Appreciate further details."

Song Qingan lowered his eyelashes and nodded slightly, as if he was listening attentively.

"The princess and I each choose a horse. From then on, we will go through the forest to the place where the flag is planted. The first one to arrive wins." Yening Alan smiled brightly. She was confident that she could beat Song Qing'an. To be honest, if it weren't for the King of the West Night,

Even if you ask her, she doesn't even bother to compete with Song Qing'an.

Before Song Qingan opened his mouth, someone raised objections.

"Princess, there is a tiger out in the forest, please think twice."

Yening Alan frowned and reacted for a while, then understood the meaning. Because she had been on the grassland all year round, her skin color was slightly darker, and she had a different kind of wild beauty, which made her especially dazzling when she smiled.

"Are you worried about your princess?" Yening Alan smiled and raised her whip again, swinging it out hard, bringing out a strong hunting wind. The Yulin guards stationed on guard pressed their swords cautiously, but she put away her whip.

"Don't be afraid, I, Yening Alan, am not a delicate woman like you from the Central Plains. I will protect your princess."

Yening Alan's Central Plains dialect was still very unfamiliar. He spoke such long sentences slowly and with a Xianyu accent, which sounded a bit funny. However, no one in Daliang present could laugh, but the people in Xiye laughed out loud.

Voice.

Yening Alan was clearly mocking Daliang, but they couldn't do anything.

"Then I will ask the princess for advice."

In such a situation, Song Qingan had to agree to it no matter what. This rule sounded fair, and the horse was also chosen temporarily, so he couldn't do anything about it. He just walked through the forest...

Song Qingan looked at it and frowned.

There was a tiger in the forest. Whether she was injured or Alan was injured, it was hard to explain.

How could Yening Alan be so sure? Do they have any back-up plan?

"The princess is such a happy person."

Yening Alan praised, as to how sincere it is, it is unclear.

Song Qing'an didn't respond and turned back to look for Pei Qing.

The black figure was as long as a jade-like figure, which made her feel at ease inexplicably. Feeling her gaze, Pei Qing nodded to her in a soothing manner.

Song Qing'an smiled lightly, withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Yening Alan,

Seeing Song Qing'an standing still beside him, Yaning Alan glanced at the person on the side.

"Boom!"

Beating the drum was the order, and two horses, one white and one red, ran out like arrows, followed by a roar that shook the sky.

Pei Qing's eyes looked complicated for a moment.

The princess's riding skills...are not bad?——

The wind howled in her ears, and Song Qingan held on to the reins tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her breathing gradually quickened, and her heart beat rapidly.

She indeed did not lie to Pei Qing, and now it was her limit to not fall off the horse.

As soon as she entered the forest, she had no idea where Yening Alan had gone. At this time, the scenery was similar all around, and she could only let the white horse run around, and her own energy was barely enough to maintain her mind.

Still too weak...

Song Qingan resented his body for the third time today.

If she could be like Yening Alan, why would she need to be here...

The speed of the white horse gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in the forest.

It tapped its hooves uneasily and snorted from time to time. It looked very anxious and had a faint feeling that it wanted to retreat.

Song Qing'an was still lying low on the horse, but now he slowly straightened up, his face slightly condensed.

She couldn't be so unlucky to meet that tiger, right?

As if responding to her thoughts, a tiger roar suddenly sounded not far away.

The sound almost shook the forest, and the white horse neighed briefly. Song Qingan quickly reined in the horse and retreated. After retreating for more than ten miles, the white horse calmed down a bit.

This horse is already a very docile horse, but just now, if Song Qingan hadn't reacted in time, the horse would have pushed her off.

After the tiger roared, the forest fell into an eerie silence. Song Qingan did not dare to relax at all, his whole body tensed up, and he breathed softly unconsciously.

The wind blew, and there was a rustling sound among the treetops.

But a shout was heard, and it was Yening Alan's voice.

Then there was the sound of a long whip being whipped, accompanied by the angry roar of the beast, and Song Qingan couldn't help but be stunned.

Did she actually meet him?

Such ferocious beasts often choose prey that requires less effort. Compared to Yening Alan, she is obviously a better choice.

Song Qing'an tentatively pulled the reins and found that the white horse was motionless, so he gave up.

It's good that Yening Alan can be dealt with, but if he can't be dealt with, wouldn't it be...

Song Qingan bit his lip, regretting why he accepted this ridiculous competition.

The sound of rustling in the forest became more frequent, but the wind gradually died down.

Song Qingan sensed something was wrong and suddenly looked up.

A cold light flashed between the tree branches, and four or five figures jumped down from the branches, stabbing at her with blades.

Song Qingan's pupils shrank suddenly, but White Horse reacted quickly and quickly turned around and ran away.

However, those people were leaping in the forest, and their speed was no slower than that of Zhaoye Jade Lion. The sound of sharp blades piercing the air was very close at hand. Song Qingan instinctively ducked down, and a small section of hair was cut off.

She didn't care so much and kicked the horse's belly hard to make it go faster.

He felt a sudden warmth on his back, heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and gradually the sound of the chasing wind became quieter. Song Qing'an bravely looked back and saw the four or five people lying on the ground, with dark red blood stains mottled on the forest floor.

barge.

There was a man standing not far away, the blade in his hand dripping with blood. Song Qing'an's head tightened, and then he put it down again.

That man was wearing Dongchang clothes, so...

It was sent by Pei Qing.

Song Qing'an only calmed down for a while, because the smell of blood made Baima very uneasy, and she could no longer comfort him.

At the moment, Song Qingan was completely lost.

But apparently this isn't over yet.

Another person appeared from the forest, and the number of people...

Song Qingan felt that his chest was so tight that he could hardly breathe.

Pei Qing's people haven't caught up yet, and she is the only one facing the current dilemma...

Pei Qing... Pei Qing...

The white horse was forced to stop. Song Qingan looked at the people gradually approaching around him and slowly straightened up with a cold face.
Chapter completed!