Ningxing Academy has always advocated the combination of civil and martial arts. After going there in the afternoon, the teenagers all put on the uniforms customized by the academy to learn riding and archery.
Because Wen Chan is a newcomer, he has no clothes, so he stands outside the team.
There is an extremely wide grassland behind the academy, where there are stables and grass targets, and there is no shortage of knives, guns and sticks.
Zhong Wenjin stood beside him, fiddling with the bow in his hand, and tried to pull it, "Your Highness, you haven't changed your clothes, so you don't need to practice horseback riding. Why don't you try my bow, it's quite easy to use."
Wen Chan glanced at the bow. The material was ordinary and the workmanship was average. It should be the bow provided by the academy. He reached out to take it, "I haven't drawn a bow for a long time."
"I can understand." Zhong Wenjin was quite understanding, and at the same time handed over a feathered arrow.
"The aim may be a bit off." Wen Chan put the arrow on the bow.
He really hadn't shot arrows for a long time. He used to have a hunting meeting every year, but since the accident happened in that hunting meeting, he no longer participated in the hunting meeting, and the number of times he drew his bow became less and less.
"Your Highness, even if you miss the target, I won't laugh at you." Zhong Wenjin said seriously.
"Then do I have to thank you for asking me so little?" Wen Chan asked with a smile.
"How dare I make demands on you." He said hastily, "It's just talking."
Wen Chan evoked a smile, and while speaking, he had already drawn the bow, his black eyes were staring at the grass target a hundred meters away, the arrow was aimed at the red heart, and the strength of the arm continued until the bow was fully drawn and stopped.
Zhong Wenjin was extremely surprised to see that his arms were still quite stable under the full bow without any trembling.
Pausing for a moment, the arrow on the bow left the string quickly, and went away through the wind with the momentum of thunder. In the blink of an eye, it was firmly nailed to the grass target, and the arrow rubbed against the edge of the red heart.
Wen Chan saw it from a distance, and sighed regretfully, "Sure enough, the accuracy is much worse."
Looking back, Zhong Wenjin's eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if he had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Chan stretched out his hand in doubt, shaking it in front of him.
"You... you are really, really..." He racked his brains and finally found a suitable word, "It's really hidden!"
"Thank you." As soon as Wen Chan said modestly, he found that the people around him were all staring at him, their eyes were almost the same as Zhong Wenjin's.
"Could it be that I'm such a waste in your eyes?" Wen Chan asked pretending to be calm.
"It's hard to say." Zhong Wenjin replied, "Do you know how rumors about you are spread in the capital?"
"I've heard a little bit." Wen Chan unhurriedly pulled out the second feathered arrow from the arrow.
"They all said that Your Highness Ninth Prince doesn't like documents or martial arts. You just eat and drink all day long. If you have free time, you flirt with beauties in the capital. In short, you don't do business." Zhong Wenjin said it very straightforwardly, after thinking about it, he finally concluded Said, "I guess they misunderstood you."
As he said that, Wen Chan shot the second arrow, this one was far behind, it didn't even reach the distance of the target, and it hit the ground halfway.
Wen Chan still had a calm face, "It seems that the first one was my luck."
As if this was the arrow that His Highness Ninth Prince should have shot, the people who were still surprised when they saw it, laughed a little, cast a mocking look at Wen Chan, and turned around to discuss among themselves.
Zhong Wenjin was not stupid, he knew that he did it on purpose, but he didn't say much, he just took off the arrow and put it at Wen Chan's feet, "Your Highness, I'm going to practice riding and archery after my master comes, you are here by yourself practice bow."
Wen Chan nodded, "Don't worry."
Xie Zhaoxue specifically told Zhong Wenjin to take care of Wen Chan before, but Zhong Wenjin was so playful that he couldn't stay. After agreeing with Wen Chan, he rushed to District A.
Wen Chan stood alone in place for a while, and then he simply concentrated on practicing his bow, and the arrows he shot became more and more crooked.
"His Highness Ninth Prince practiced like this, I'm afraid it's useless." An unfamiliar voice interjected from the side.
Wen Chan turned his head to look, and found that it was Zhong Wenting who came.
He thought to himself, if I don't go looking for you, you will come to your door first.
Zhong Wenting's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Zhong Wenjin's, but he is much less youthful than Zhong Wenjin, perhaps because he is also a person who died once, and his youthful face is full of maturity.
At this time, he smiled gently, and walked slowly towards Wen Chan, "Your Highness should straighten your back first, otherwise it will be difficult for the arrow to aim."
There was a little coldness in Wen Chan's eyes, and then he smiled, "You see, this looks very strange, I don't know which young master it is from?"
"Your Highness, this subject is the eldest son of Zhong, Zhong Wenting." He politely bowed to Wen Chan, "This subject has followed my father into the palace, so I have the honor to meet Your Highness."
"Oh—" Wen Chan pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "It turned out to be the young master of the Zhong family."
He looked Zhong Wenting up and down, "Sure enough, Mr. Zhong is very similar to Prime Minister Zhong, both of them have a wicked look."
Zhong Wenting was taken aback, "What?"
Wen Chan clapped his hands, "Look at my memory, I'm a dragon and a phoenix among people, with little knowledge, I hope Mr. Zhong doesn't mind."
"How dare you, my subject." Zhong Wenting quickly concealed his expression, bent down and picked up a feathered arrow with a warm expression, "Your Highness, I have a little bit of knowledge in archery. If Your Highness doesn't dislike it, I can talk about it."
"No need!" Wen Chan refused quite confidently, "I think my archery skills are pretty good. The military master in the palace praised me for learning the essence of his archery. As long as I keep practicing, I can stand alone in the capital."
Zhong Wenting: "..."
As he said that, Wen Chan seemed to want to prove it to him, and reached out to take the feather arrow in his hand, and put it on the bow without any explanation, "I'll shoot a bull's-eye for you to see."
Zhong Wenting watched his posture of drawing the bow, and slightly closed his eyes.
Wen Chan had made up his mind to pretend to be stupid and disgust him, and also let him retreat in the face of difficulties, so when he drew the bow, he shrunk his neck and shoulders, looking a little funny.
Just as he was aiming at the bull's-eye, suddenly a warm body covered him from behind, and at the same time, an arm with red silk sleeves stretched out to him, his left hand was grasped by a warm hand, the other palm Press on the back of the neck to straighten his posture.
Wen Chan's body froze suddenly, and just as he was about to struggle, he heard a familiar voice from beside his ear, which was very close, "The body is upright and shoulders straight, it is the foundation of archery, the martial master in the palace is going to be mad at His Highness!" Did you say that when you were about to die?"
After all, when a person is about to die, his words are also kind.
Wen Chan didn't hear the movement when Liang Yanbei came, and was surprised for a moment. He loosened his hand and wanted to turn around, but he didn't want to be framed by his arm, and his right hand was also held. Two external forces led Wen Chan .
The fiery breath hit his ears, Wen Chan suffocated, and before he had time to think about anything, he let go of the bow and arrow, flew straight out, passed hundreds of meters, and hit the grass target—right in the heart.
Then the breath left, Wen Chan turned around in a daze, Liang Yanbei was already standing two steps away.
This arrow caused quite a commotion, and many people looked here again.
Liang Yanbei, as if he hadn't seen it, said to Wen Chan, "Look, didn't this arrow hit the bull's-eye?"
"How did you get here?" Wen Chan subconsciously asked.
"Of course I came by walking." He replied as a matter of course.
However, Wen Chan didn't realize the existence of the person until he got so close, and he couldn't help being startled, Liang Yanbei's breath was hidden too well.
Not only Wen Chan, but even Zhong Wenting. At this time, his face was very ugly, and his gentle smile could hardly be maintained. As soon as he saw Liang Yanbei, he instinctively stepped back a few steps. Fear and hatred that could hardly be grasped flashed in his eyes. meaning.
But Liang Yanbei didn't even give him half a look, and said to Wen Chan, "Just now Master told me that he has nothing to teach me, so he let me rest by myself, so I came to find His Highness."
"Why did you come to see me?" Wen Chan suddenly remembered the existence of Zhong Wenting, coughed lightly and showed a slightly frivolous expression, "I'm about to show Mr. Zhong how to shoot archery."
Liang Yanbei glanced at Zhong Wenting and raised his eyebrows lightly, "Could it be that Mr. Zhong wants to learn archery from His Highness?"
The corner of his mouth was twitching, but his delicate eyes seemed to be full of unwelcome. Zhong Wenting met his gaze, and the nightmare in his heart spread, and his fingertips trembled.
"It's the subject who was abrupt, and the subject will leave first." Zhong Wenting walked almost in a panic.
Liang Yanbei still didn't know that he had scared the person away, so he turned to Wen Chan and said, "This person is really a villain, even more timid than Zhong Wenjin."
Wen Chan said helplessly, "When did you come? How much have you heard?"
Unexpectedly, Liang Yanbei curled his lips, quite aggrieved, "Your Highness himself was too involved in talking to him, I stood by for a long time and didn't see me."
"Then you were standing behind me just now? I don't have eyes behind me, so I can't see you." Wen Chan said.
"I was standing there when I came here." Liang Yanbei retorted, and pointed at the ground next to him, "I walked behind His Highness later."
Why does it sound more and more like his fault? Wen Chan hurriedly changed the subject, "Are you really too busy?"
"I'm here to deal with business." Liang Yanbei said, "The dean asked me to take His Highness down to measure the size and buy clothes for His Highness."
"Principal? Why haven't I met the dean of Ningxing Academy?" Wen Chan wondered, thinking that he had been here for a day, and there was no movement after being arranged in Jiawu Hall. Did he despise him too much? up
"Why haven't I seen it before?" Liang Yanbei bent down to pick up the oranges that Wen Chan had put on the ground before, peeling them and said, "Didn't your Highness see you at noon? The dean even gave His Highness a few oranges."
Wen Chan glanced at Tangerine, and said unexpectedly, "Master Liang is the dean of this academy?"
"It was only taken over two or three months ago. He is usually busy with court affairs, so he doesn't have much control over this place."
It seems that His Majesty is really in a hurry to promote Liang Jun. This academy seems small and not very useful, but in fact the students here are either rich or noble, and the status of any one of them is very important.
Gathered here is the blood of the next generation in the capital.
"Then what are you doing here?" Wen Chan didn't believe that he came here purely to study at first. This small academy can't teach Liang Yanbei anything.
At this time in his previous life, he had already entered the army, learned war tactics, and prepared to become a great general.
"My father asked me to help manage the academy." He said, "Anyway, I have nothing to do all day long."
"So you entered Class A? You like studying so much?" Wen Chan expressed his incomprehension. If it was him, he would never abuse himself like this.
After hearing this, Liang Yanbei glanced at Wen Chan resentfully, "I intended to study with His Highness, but I didn't want to be unpredictable."
The corner of Wen Chan's eyes twitched, and he stopped the topic in time, "Take me to measure the size."
There was only one hour of riding and archery practice in the afternoon, and it got dark much faster than in summer. After Liang Yanbei took Wen Chan to work, he practiced bow and arrow on the pasture for a while. The last rays of the sun disappeared into the sky. The bell rang.
Wen Chan said goodbye to Liang Yanbei, got into the carriage that had been waiting for a long time, and returned to the palace.
After Liang Yanbei watched the carriage go away, he put away the reluctance in his eyes and went home alone.
The students were walking very fast, and after a while, the academy was silent, except for some teachers living in the academy who made a little noise.
Zhong Wenting stood in the forest with his hands behind his back, he hadn't changed his strong clothes yet, the black material made him blend into the dim environment.
"Master." A masked woman lightly landed behind him, knelt down respectfully, and listened to the order with her head bowed.
"I've checked Wen Jiu's reality, you can do it tonight." Zhong Wenting said coldly.
The woman was taken aback, "Master..."
"Father, I'll tell you, you just do what you want." Zhong Wenting interrupted her with a stern look on his face, "If you want to kill him with one blow, take his head and give it to me."
Since she was ordered, the woman could not disobey, so she could only respond, "Yes."
Then the figure flashed and disappeared among the branches, leaving only Zhong Wenting alone. The hatred on his face became more and more intense, distorting his facial features, and it took a long time before it gradually calmed down until he changed into his gentle appearance during the day , he slowly walked out of the woods.
The boundless night quickly enveloped the capital, and under the cold wind of late autumn, the capital fell into a deep sleep early.