Murong Wushuang came back to his senses and saw Feng Zhonghe turning back to the direction of the big tent accompanied by all the courtiers.
The other young people dispersed, some headed for the shooting range set up at the foot of the mountain, and some went on horseback safari together.
Only Jing Jingshi stood not far away, looking at her and Feng Manxiu indifferently, and he had already entered the posture of a guardian.
"nothing?!"
Murong Wushuang shook his head slightly and looked at the crowd on the grassland.
Noticing a familiar face flashing through the crowd near the shooting range, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.
Instinctively, I took a step forward and walked quickly towards the grassland.
"Want to go shooting? I'll accompany you!"
Feng Manxiu Lai smiled and chased after him, followed by Jing Jing with a solemn look on his face.
Soon, Murong Wushuang found him again in the crowd
Although he put on the clothes of a guard and deliberately darkened his face to make him look dirty, she still recognized him at a glance.
Just because that face is still too familiar to her!
He was wearing an old military uniform and was picking up arrows that had missed the target on the ground.
This person is none other than Ye Yue, the man Murong Wushuang had rescued in the outskirts of Feilong City before and was being chased by Feng Lin's Anbu.
Naturally, Murong Wushuang would not believe that he really joined the Aolong Kingdom army and worked as a handyman.
He must have a purpose for coming here!
What is that purpose? Murong Wushuang has no way of knowing.