The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

A hundred-step shooting target?

Xuanyuan Hui and Rong Zhan breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time. This is not difficult. Both of them are working hard in the direction of military generals. Naturally, they are not bad at martial arts and archery, especially archery. Both of them have worked hard and have no problem. Before going to Huainan, Rong Zhan was detained by the emperor's brother on the school field and trained hard for half a year.

However, it soon proved that the two were still too naive and too young.

They each picked a bow, put ten arrows in the quiver and carried them behind their backs. Rong Zhan chose a suitable position to stand, took the arrows and stringed the bow, aiming at the target a hundred steps away, pulling the bow tightly. Tight, let go——

Whoosh!

The arrow left the string and flew towards the target a hundred steps away with fierce force, in the direction of the target's red heart.

Rong Zhan thought he could hit it.

But what he thought was that when he saw his father randomly taking out an arrow and throwing it, and then easily intercepted the arrow he shot, he suddenly understood what he would face today. .

The arrow he shot collided with his father's arrow, and both arrows fell to the ground. Rong Zhan's face turned pale in an instant. Before he could react, he saw the arrow shot by Xuanyuan Hui with the same force. They were shot down in such a way that they lost all confidence before they could even touch the edge of the target.

Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui stood frozen on the shooting range, at a loss.

"Continue." Rong Yu's voice was cold and hard, leaving no room for doubt.

Rong Zhan and Xuanyuan Hui shuddered at the same time, and then in unison, they took out arrows from the quiver behind them, stringed their bows, took aim, and shot——

Whoosh!

The two arrows were shot out with almost the same force. However, they only reached halfway and were quickly shot down by another arrow flying over. Once again, the target failed.

This time, without being ordered by Rong Yu, the two of them continued to draw arrows and shoot at the target consciously. They drew and wound the bows in the same movement, shooting at the same speed and with the same force. The two arrows went side by side. The wind was fierce and the cold air was thick.

If you don't look at Rong Yu and just look at the archery skills of these two people, they can be regarded as at least above average. Among peers, even if they dare not be ranked first or second, Rong Zhan's archery skills are rarely matched by others.

However, today they met a person who was once called the evil god, which destined them to have no room to display their best archery skills.

Click.

The two arrows were broken by a strong force and fell to the ground.

The two of them did not stop, and continued to draw arrows, draw the bow, and shoot out. They repeated the same actions one after another, and one after another arrows were shot to the ground midway.

Until the quivers behind the two men were empty and all ten arrows were shot, the target a hundred steps away was still empty.

The air seemed to become quiet.

Rong Yu held an arrow in his hand, his eyes fell on Rong Zhan's face, and his voice was calm: "Come here."

Rong Zhan's heart sank slightly and he walked over without saying a word.

Xuanyuan Hui secretly glanced at Rong Yu's expression, and then walked over and stood next to Rong Zhan. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the arrow in Rong Yu's hand hit Rong Zhan's leg directly. With just one click, Rong Zhan fell to his knees in pain.

Boom!

The sound of his knees hitting the ground was frightening.

Xuanyuan Hui's heart skipped a beat.

"stand up."

Rong Zhan shivered in pain. He clenched the hand on the ground hastily, and then forced himself to let go. He almost staggered to stand up, but before he could stand still, another drop fell on his lap, and his body just stood up. He knelt down again with a bang.

Thin cold sweat broke out rapidly on his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, and he gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

Rong Yu stopped talking and just looked at him expressionlessly.

Xuanyuan Hui looked at Rong Zhan in fear, feeling that his legs were throbbing in pain. He wanted to say something, but when the sound escaped his throat, he realized that he didn't know what to say.

Only then did he realize that no matter how much he heard about it in the past, it was just hearsay, and it was far less scary than facing it in person.

"Do you need my help?"

A calm and absolutely cold voice rang in his ears, and Rong Zhan's expression changed. He didn't dare to delay any longer, and stood up despite the pain, using his strong willpower to prevent himself from falling down again.

"My son, I know my mistake, please punish me."

Rong Yu didn't say anything. The arrow in his hand was the most convenient instrument of torture. He landed on Rong Zhan's legs three times in succession. No water was released with each blow. Rong Zhan spasmed in pain, his legs were trembling constantly, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Rolling down, his face turned completely white.

After ten strokes, Rong Yu stopped.

Rong Zhan's legs trembled violently and his lips turned white, but he tried his best to stand up straight.

"Ten arrows." Rong Yu ordered, "Continue."

Rong Zhan's mind went blank from the pain. It took him a while to hear clearly what his father said, and it took him a very short time to discern the meaning of Rong Yu's words. Then he turned around, walked over slowly, took out ten arrows and fired them. Put it into the quiver behind you.

Xuanyuan Hui is still in a daze.

Rong Yu looked over and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you hear that clearly?"

Xuanyuan Hui suddenly regained consciousness, neatly put ten arrows into his quiver, and walked back to his original position. When he and Rong Zhan were drawing arrows and setting up their bows, he realized belatedly that the regent only hit Rong Zhan and had no intention of punishing him.

why is that?

If it was just because his archery skills were not up to par, then he should be punished as well.

If it's because...

Whoosh!

The sound of the arrow from the string brought Xuanyuan Hui back from his lost thoughts. When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that Rong Zhan's arrow actually missed the target. It was not shot down by the regent's arrow, but by himself. The shot missed the direction.

For a person who has practiced archery to the point of hitting the target every time, this is a low-level mistake that is almost impossible to make, and it is a fatal mistake.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Rong Zhan, but saw that Rong Zhan's legs were constantly trembling, his face was extremely pale, and cold sweat was dripping from the corners of his eyes. Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, the extreme pain in his body was not something he could control.

Xuanyuan Hui frowned and was about to speak.

Rong Yu had already walked over, his face was noble and cold, and his voice was indifferent: "Hand."

Rong Zhan bit his lip and stretched out his right hand. A fierce beating fell on his hand, and a red mark appeared on the palm of his hand, which soon swelled up.

Rong Zhan suddenly gritted his teeth and suppressed the painful groan in his throat.

Except for the unconscious spasm and curling of the fingertips, his right hand was stretched out steadily, using an unknown amount of self-control.

"Continue." The calm voice sounded without any emotion. "If you don't want these hands anymore, just shoot them off. I want to see how your brother taught you."

Rong Zhan's heart trembled, his fingers moved convulsively, he gently raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat rolling down his eyes and cheeks, took another arrow, pulled the bow string, even though his right hand was so painful that he could hardly use any strength, he dared not be careless again, aimed steadily at the target, and pulled the bow to the full.

Compared to the strictness of his brother in the training ground, his father's abuse-like methods made him almost unbearable. After comparing them today, he realized how gentle his brother was to him in the past.

With this thought in mind, Rong Zhan hated his stupidity and ignorance even more. He didn't even dare to think about how he would atone for his sins if his brother really got into trouble because of his stupid behavior.

There was a mist in front of his eyes. He didn't know if it was the cold sweat condensed on his eyelids or the heat from the bottom of his eyes. He only knew that his vision was blurred for a moment. The cold sweat oozing from his palms soaked the scars, and the pain made him almost unable to hold the arrow.

The devilish training had just begun today.