Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Emperor Yuan asked lightly, "What about the strength of your hands?"

Zong Luo was stunned for a moment, subconsciously exerting force on the tiger's mouth.

The heavy bow, which weighed nearly four stone, drew a full moon-like arc, and even if a military instructor came to see it, he could not pick out any thorns.

In all fairness, Zong Luo has always felt that his archery is better than swords.

And Yu Beizhou's sword was slightly better than what he learned.

Zong Luo in his previous life was a good student all his life. He had never fought each other in the alley after school, and he had never even fought with others.

Therefore, from the beginning of learning swordsmanship to actual combat, Zong Luo's heart was still the young postgraduate tutor who abides by the law and does not mess around before he wears books, and who is conscientious and diligent in teaching unsuccessful students.

On the contrary, it is the bow and arrow, Zong Luo has always learned well, and it is not a problem to pass through Yang with a hundred steps.

Due to the influence of some inherent impressions before crossing, he always thought that archers needed some agility. It was only after I learned it that I realized that all archers were muscular men—the range and weight were directly related, and if the arm strength was insufficient, the bow could not be drawn at all. In other words, a qualified archer needs stronger physical fitness than an infantryman who actually rushes in front of the battlefield.

Previously, why Zongluo could only hit eight was because one arrow could not find the three blessings that were connected at the same angle. And this time, although he had nine fruits attached to a vine, he couldn't see it.

The young man wearing the ghost face stood there, looking as handsome as jade and bamboo.

Just the action of pulling the bow, you can feel the chilling atmosphere of the battlefield blowing towards your face.

"His Third Highness is indeed an excellent seed for martial arts, but it's a pity"

I don't know how many courtiers sighed in their hearts.

It was a miracle that he survived the battle of Hangu Pass. But after returning, amnesia and blindness are now in the situation of the imperial city, it is really better not to return.

Just when Zong Lola didn't know which way to turn his bow, Emperor Yuan suddenly took a step forward.

The broad palm easily wrapped Zong Luo's hand. One pair of these two hands is thick and rough, the other pair is young and slender, the only thing in common is that they are both covered with thick sword cocoons.

Zong Luo's whole body was extremely stiff, and the strength he had just pulled for a while could not help loosening up.

Emperor Yuan frowned: "Concentrate."

With a little force on his hand, he took the hand of the prince in white, and all of a sudden he filled the heavy bow/crossbow, shifted it upwards, and finally moved it to the highest point.

From the perspective of onlookers, it looks like a dignified and stern father is personally instructing his son who is just learning martial arts.

In fact, no prince has ever received the honor of being instructed in martial arts by Emperor Yuan. Perhaps the first prince was born, Emperor Tongyuan fought in the four fields, and finally died on the battlefield, but the time is too long, no one knows.

Emperor Yuan did not like to be approached, nor did he like to be too close to others. This is a habit retained by martial practitioners on the battlefield. Even Zong Hongjiu, speaking on weekdays is also an orthodox monarch and minister. Although he is spoiled, he does not get along like a father and son, but more like a monarch and a minister.

All the onlookers widened their eyes.

When Zong Luo and Pei Qianxue came out of Pei's mansion, these students were very angry.

There are too many things surrounding this blind student. First, he won the appreciation of the King of Beining, Pei Xiang, and even the sage. Later, there were rumors that he looked like the third prince of Dayuan, which caused many students who respected the third prince to resent him.

As a result, no one expected that, looking at it again, they saw the scene where the Holy Master himself drew his bow and pointed.

And the courtiers were even more surprised.

It doesn't matter if it is the third prince, but the problem is that everyone knows that the third prince is not favored!

In the past, the three princes led troops to fight, at least they could open up the territory and defend the country. At that time, Emperor Yuan didn't necessarily care much about the third prince. How could it be that he is now blind and amnesiac, and he has become a crippled person who can't remember anything, and His Majesty is concerned instead?

Many people also secretly looked at the expression of Emperor Yuan's confidant Pei Qianxue, and found that the other party was frank, the old god was there, and they didn't mind any scrutiny at all.

This fox.

Although Pei Qianxue is young, it is more difficult than reaching the sky to get some information from him.

Zong Chengsi was considered the most stable among these people.

Taking advantage of this time, he carefully observed the expressions of Zong Yuanwu and Zong Yongliu. Both of them looked in disbelief, only Zong Hongjiu was standing there with his fists clenched, his expression resentful.

"Shh-"

Just when everyone was thinking about their own ideas and their minds were difficult to understand, the full bowstring was loosened.

With a swoosh, the white feathered arrow broke out, and with a long wind, it stabbed towards the top of the tree canopy, so fast that only the afterimage could be seen.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Yuan took out his long sword from the quiver, and put the bow on the string.

His eyes were like the deep stars placed on a chessboard in a cold night, sharp and vigorous.

Second arrow, third arrow.

The two arrows at the back were one after the other, with no intention of aiming at all, and they were pushed out smoothly and quickly.

When Emperor Yuan let go of his bow, Zong Luo also paused, and took advantage of the situation to retract his stiff, sweaty fingers.

The Long Live Tree is too tall, with a crown of more than 60 meters at the highest point, making it difficult to see with poor eyesight.

After the three arrows were fired, there was silence above.

Inside, a wise courtier began to pile up the steps: "This tree is too tall, and Your Majesty hasn't taken an arrow for many years, so I made a slight mistake."

Emperor Yuan didn't give a single glance, stared at the top for a while, then turned to look at Yu Beizhou: "Yu Qing."

Still staring at Zong Luo without blinking, King Beining, whose expression was a little unpredictable, came back to his senses, and was finally willing to look up.

After seeing the familiar tail feathers among the trees, Yu Beizhou gave a "tsk" impatiently, raised his hand and whistled.

In the next second, the goshawk that was crouching above the Long Live Tree swooped down, carrying a string of Huang Chengcheng blessing fruit on its claws, and placed it firmly on the plate held by the servant, as if asking for credit.

Count carefully, one, two, three, no more, no less, exactly nine.

Emperor Yuan smiled: "What a handsome goshawk. I just said why Fuyuanguo didn't fall down, and it really fell down by Yu Qing's eagle."

Three arrows shoot down nine fruits!

All the students and courtiers hurriedly congratulated Emperor Yuan: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, God bless Da Yuan!"

For a while, Chao He's voice spread far and wide, and even the Taiwu who was singing stopped, and turned to hold the bone staff aloft.

Shooting down nine blessings in one fell swoop, which has not been seen in decades. The last time it was said that Emperor Yuan was still the prince, he also buried the trouble of bloody seizure of the reserve for this act.

But no matter what, everyone did not expect that Emperor Yuan, who will know his destiny in a few dozen days, could pull a heavy bow weighing four stones, and easily shoot down a fruit of fortune tens of meters high. , it didn't even take more time to aim midway, which is really amazing.

"The ugly eagle is naughty, and I hope His Majesty will forgive him."

The pitch-black ugly eagle stopped firmly on Yu Beizhou's shoulder, with the appearance of making a mistake and drooping his head, looking extremely pitiful.

As soon as Zongluo heard it, he knew that the eagle was pretending to be garlic again.

Back then, when he plucked this ugly eagle's butt, it also drooped its head like this, and seemed to be sincerely repenting, but in the end, it didn't remember to eat or beat, so he went back to harass Zhao Yebai.

Just like its owner.

Sure enough, Emperor Yuan did not care about it generously, but instead asked with interest: "This eagle is the one that made great contributions when Yu Qing was in the north, right?"

Yu Beizhou smiled and said, "Don't dare, it's just a little clever."

"If you have merit, you will be rewarded."

The goshawk also seemed to understand it, raised its head arrogantly, spread its wings, and looked proud with pride.

When others saw this scene, they couldn't help feeling that Wang Rong of Beining was so prosperous.

If you want to change someone like this, I am afraid that your head will fall off your neck long ago. How can you still talk and laugh here, and even get rewards, you can't even think about it.

Zong Luo stood aside, put down his bow, and was about to take two steps back when he suddenly heard Zong Hongjiu's voice.

"Father, these blessings are so beautiful."

The ten-year-old prince suddenly ran over with a pure voice. He ran to the waiter's tray as if he didn't know the world, and reached out to pick up the blessing fruit that Emperor Yuan had just shot with Zong Luo.

Emperor Yuan frowned: "This is your emperor brother's thing, what are you doing with it?"

He only mentioned the emperor's brother, but didn't say which emperor's brother, nor did he specify whether it was the third emperor's brother, so that people didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd.

Zong Hongjiu paused, and his heart slowly sank, falling into his belly like a weight.

Not only him, but even some of the servants were surprised.

The courtiers who did not live in the palace on weekdays only heard about the favor of the ninth prince, but in fact they did not know what the favor was like. Only the courtiers in these palaces know best how much His Majesty loves the Ninth Prince.

Don't talk about these small and medium things, Zong Hongjiu almost never listened to His Majesty's rejection of anything he wanted on weekdays. It is rare that His Majesty refuses to allow it just to ask for a blessing.

"Yuanjia, put them away."

Yuan Jia hurriedly responded, and put the nine fruits with good color and appearance in a brocade box, and put them in the hands of Zong Luo, who was stunned by the side.

Fortune fruit is only allowed to be picked at this time of the year. One shot is extremely valuable, and it is also the raw material of witch medicine. Even if you don't make medicine and eat it directly, it is said to have the miraculous effect of strengthening the body, clearing the mind and improving eyesight. Sometimes, in order to show the grace of the emperor, the courtiers are often authorized to take it back.

These lucky fruit are undoubtedly the best.

Emperor Yuan retracted his eyes, looking reluctant to say more.

On the contrary, Yuan Jia whispered in front of Zongluo and instructed carefully: "Your Highness, remember to take these blessing fruits back, wash them with pure snow water before eating them, and don't let them get dirty."

Zong Luo subconsciously raised his eyes and looked towards Emperor Yuan.

Too bad he can't see anything now

This is how the Qing Dynasty ended.

The courtiers went to the door one after another, intending to leave in a carriage, and the students also joined together in twos and threes.

It can be expected that, even if Emperor Yuan does not say anything, after today, the news that the third prince of the Great Yuan is not dead will spring up in the imperial city like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Just as Pei Qianxue said a few words to him, Yuan Jia came over and whispered: "Three Highness, Your Majesty has a request."

Pei Qianxue was relieved when he thought of Emperor Yuan's attention to Jin Yu and understood the heart of an old father who lost his beloved son.

Just now, Pei Qianxue had already asked Ming Zongluo, Tai Wu said that there was no serious problem, and it would not matter if he visited again tomorrow.

So he said goodbye to Zongluo and watched him board the imperial carriage drawn by six horses.