Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Just after the morning court, Zhao Huai stayed again.

Yue Junxu looked at the people in the palace and frowned: "Zhao Huai, I have already told you about your son..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Huai, "Your Majesty, please withdraw all your servants."

"You..." Yue Junxu looked at the serious faces of the people in the hall, and he felt uneasy in his heart, "What do you want to tell me?"

"About the life experience of the Ninth Princess." Zhao Huai looked firm and lowered his hands on his chest.

Yue Junxu's heart was shaken, and Long Yan gradually became gloomy.

……

I don’t know why, but Yue Qinghe said that he wanted to teach himself archery.

Qingchen was anxious all night, and went to the Shooting Hall to wait for him as promised the next day.

And Yue Qinghe changed her clothes and went to Shedian. She saw a petite person squatting in the hall and didn't know what she was thinking.

His expression seemed a little difficult to express.

He walked forward and asked, "What are you doing squatting there?"

"Brother Emperor..." Qingchen heard his voice and hurriedly stood up and looked back at him.

I saw that he was wearing dark casual clothes at this time, his handsome face showed no emotion, and his deep eyes were staring at him.

Qing Shen's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

"I did not do anything."

The Archery Hall of the Royal Palace is an indoor archery range.

It's much warmer here than outside.

That's why Yue Qinghe invited her here.

Afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, he sent all the slaves away so that she would not feel any psychological pressure.

The interior of the Shedian is spacious and the layout is simple and clear.

The front row is full of archery targets, with bows and arrows hung on both sides.

"Let's get started." Yue Qinghe didn't have any extra words and directly asked her to demonstrate the method she had learned before.

Qingchen picked up the bow and arrow on the side and drew the bow according to the method taught by Teacher Shen.

Before the bow was drawn, Yue Qinghe stepped forward to correct her stance.

"Your posture is wrong. Your feet should be further apart, the same width as your shoulders or slightly wider, and your body should be straight." He said, reaching out and patting her back. "Always pay attention to your body balance. "

When she felt that warm hand touching her back, Qingchen had to straighten her body.

But there was also an indescribable emotion welling up in my heart.

This feeling is like a fallen leaf falling from the calm lake of my heart, causing ripples in circles.

Then she found that she was temporarily absent-minded, and immediately cursed herself in her heart, what was she thinking?

Yue Qinghe stood beside her, looking at her posture. After correcting it, he asked her to draw the bow.

Qingchen did as he was told and tried hard to draw the bow.

Yue Qinghe's cold voice came to my ears: "Your posture in drawing the bow is wrong, no wonder you said you can't draw the bow."

"Then..." The man next to him suddenly leaned down and got closer to him. Qingchen's breathing suddenly became turbulent, "Then...how should I pull it?"

Yue Qinghe slightly grabbed her arm, "When you draw the bow, your arm should be pulled back and your arms and shoulders should be relaxed."

As he spoke, he placed his hands on her shoulders, pressed down slightly, and then raised her elbow, "The elbow cannot be too low, otherwise the accuracy of shooting will be affected."

"Okay." Qingchen responded, holding her breath slightly as he touched her.

"The breathing is wrong." He added: "Archery requires controlling the breathing, drawing the bow when exhaling, and releasing the arrow when inhaling. This allows the body to relax and reduce errors caused by uncoordinated breathing."

Qingchen was a little confused after hearing this.

There are too many rules. If you really encounter danger in the wild and need to shoot an arrow, how can you remember so many?

"This... there are too many things to remember. If it was as dangerous as that time when I encountered a tiger at the hunting ground, how could I remember so much?" Qingchen wanted to give up before he learned.

Yue Qinghe curled her lips, her black eyes sparkled, and her deep voice was as gentle as the wind: "Practice makes perfect, practice more, and you will naturally get the moves right."

Qingchen pursed her lips and could only concentrate on doing what he said.

"The next step is to aim." He stood next to her and looked at the target from her angle. "When aiming, you must aim the arrow at the target. Your sight must be focused on the location you want to shoot, and you must also pay attention to the arrow. The angle and distance between it and the target.”

"When releasing the arrow, lift the arrow slightly and stretch your arm forward, and the arrow will fly away from the string. Come on, give it a try!"

As soon as Yue Qinghe finished speaking, Qingchen looked at the red dot in the center of the target and let go of the arrow.

The feathered arrow shot toward the target quickly, but it was not strong enough and landed at the foot of the target.

Qingchen: "..."

Frustration came over her again, and she knew she wasn't strong enough.

When Yue Qinghe saw this, he was not surprised.

However, seeing her face slightly slumped, she comforted her, "You will have such a lack of strength when you first start practicing. Just practice more."

"Okay." She nodded emphatically.

"Practice posture is very important, but the correct archery posture requires a certain amount of time to practice and hone. So you don't have to think it is difficult. There is no way to achieve success in one step, only accumulation of hard work and practice over time. Archery requires constant adjustment and improvement. As long as you find a posture that suits you, you will definitely improve the accuracy and effectiveness of your archery.”

Qingchen listened carefully, drew the bow and shot again, using all his strength, the arrow finally hit the target.

But she leaned towards the outer circle and shot directly at the one next to the target she was aiming at.

"Brother Imperial, I hit it!" Even though she didn't hit the one she was aiming for, she still felt a sense of accomplishment.

Hearing this, the corners of Yue Qinghe's lips slowly moved, and there was already a smile hidden in his eyes, "If there are prisoners and hostages standing in front of you, the ones you shoot will be the hostages."

"How can there be such an analogy? If it were really the criminals who took the hostages, it would not be my turn to take action."

If Dongming, a huge country, needs her to shoot prisoners, that's it.

Of course, she obviously didn't dare to say this in front of him.

"Come again." He drew out the arrow and let her take it.

Qingchen held his breath and continued practicing.

There were only two people in the huge shooting hall, which was spacious and easily echoed.

So Yue Qinghe just stood beside her and could clearly hear her breathing.

"Breathe evenly, exhale when you draw the bow, and inhale when you release the arrow." He repeated, leaning next to her, adjusting his gestures for her.

He stood behind her, stretched out his hands from behind her, held her hand that was holding the bow, and slightly raised her elbow with the other hand.

He leveled his gaze with hers and looked at their faces very close.

Qingchen clearly felt his hot breath in her ear, which made her heartbeat suddenly feel as if it was about to stop.

She wanted to struggle, but her body was inexplicably uncontrollable. The strong masculine aura of the person next to her wrapped her tightly, making her freeze in place.