A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

After Si Zhe entered the palace, he was completely silent, immersed in grief. This is his own palace. Once upon a time, he secretly came here and secretly watched his father's demeanor in the court.

He thought about the past and was completely unaware of the danger he was in. Sikong Yan had already begun to turn against his father because of him.

Shui Qinglian looked at his master, the Imperial Master Meng Tonglu. He knew that even though his master was in collusion with the tyrant, he was not of the same mind. It was still unclear whether he was just waiting for the fisherman to profit.

Si Zhe heard the sound of crazy laughter in his thoughts, and he suddenly came back to his senses. After the arrow pierced his heart, this devilish laughter echoed in his mind. He would never forget it. The whole palace was buried in hell by this laughter.

He was extremely angry. He wanted to take off his eye patch to see what the vicious devil in front of him looked like. But he had to endure it, for the hatred of destroying his family, clan and country. He had to learn to endure it. The timing of hitting the target was the most important. He was afraid that if he took off his eye patch, he would go crazy and rush up to strangle him to death. But he was no match for him. He could only use tricks. He would never take action until the last minute. He waited...

Sikong Yan held the bow with the lower end against the ground. After all, the eight-foot body of a twelve-year-old was as thin as a bamboo shoot. How could he lift this hundred-jin-weight Sun-shooting bow with one hand? He could only put one end against the ground and shoot.

The corner of the state teacher's mouth curved up, and it was unclear whether it was smugness or sneer. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking. When Sikong Yan turned around to get the arrow, the soldier behind him who was helping him get the arrow was shaking. He had seen Gongzi Yan shoot arrows. Every arrow was accurately shot at his own feet. Because he had no strength to hold the arrow, let alone pull the string, sometimes he accidentally shot the arrow backwards. At that time, Emperor Yuxuan laughed so hard that he fell off the dragon throne.

Now, the reason why his legs were shaking was that he was afraid that if Master Yan shot the arrow backwards, he would become a wronged ghost!

"Master, can you, can you, can you carry the arrows on your back?"

Seeing the soldier's teeth chattering, Sikong Yan glared at him. He wondered how a man like him managed to get on the battlefield!

"Then help me carry it!" Sikong Yan glared at him.

"Hmm?" Emperor Yuxuan raised his beard and pretended to be concerned: "Yan'er can't even lift the bow! How can he shoot if you ask him to carry arrows? No, someone has to get arrows for him! He will get arrows for you!" Emperor Yuxuan pointed at Sizhe.

Looking at his cunning and tyrannical father, Sikong Yan, he blocked it with his hand and said, "No, this is too heavy, and I am too small to lift it!"

Si Zhe said, "Brother Yan, I can take it. Bring it here!" He stretched out his hand, and the soldier quickly put the quiver in his hand. Arrows also have a certain weight. The soldier was so frightened that he put it down heavily, and Si Zhe fell straight to the ground with the quiver in his hand.

"Bah!"

“Hahaha…” Emperor Yuxuan laughed heartily once again: “Interesting, interesting! We can start now!”

Sizhe stood up with the arrow in his hand and gently touched it. Suddenly, a picture appeared in his mind. The brother he had been calling in his dream was holding his hand and teaching him archery. The arrow pierced more than ten of the paper money floating in front of him, but none of them was damaged or intact.

Then the scene flashed, and under the sun, there were two figures, one large and one small, practicing the same moves and the same sword techniques...

Sizhe shook his head. Could it be that he also knew archery and martial arts?

Sikong Yan glanced at Sizhe, then slowly pulled out an arrow from the quiver. Before he could string the arrow onto the string, it fell to the ground...

"Hahaha..." Emperor Yuxuan laughed so hard that his clothes shook when he saw his son's embarrassing look. How can you shoot if you can't even put the arrow properly? Son, don't make a fool of yourself. I laughed at my son for being the most amazing person in history. He doesn't care about losing his face, he just wants to have fun and live a more interesting life, and happiness is enjoyment!

Sikong Yan seemed to pick up the arrow with great difficulty, and slowly put the arrow on the string while holding the bow.

At this time, Emperor Yuxuan shouted: "Everyone, raise your heads and see how my son shot me. I am happy today, and I allow all of you to laugh heartily! It should be lively, lively! Only then will there be atmosphere!"

Who dares not to obey the emperor's order? But looking at Sikong Yan, they couldn't laugh. As a sickly and weak prince, he not only didn't get favor, but was also humiliated, ridiculed, and restricted endlessly. They all showed indignation in their eyes, and they all hoped that Sikong Yan's arrows would hit the target and kill the tyrant in front of them with one arrow.

But it's not that easy, they can only hope for a miracle from God.

Emperor Yuxuan sat on the dragon throne and looked at his son with interest, then looked at his ministers, with a cheerful attitude, as if he was in an unprecedented good mood. If you can't even hold the arrow steadily, don't talk about shooting. If you can't even pull the string, don't talk about hitting the target.

Sikong Yan put the arrow on the string, and the ministers secretly encouraged him, hoping that this arrow would kill Emperor Yuxuan. However, Sikong Yan fixed the arrow, but not the bow. The big bow he caught tilted to the left, and after he finally lifted it up, it fell to the right again. Emperor Yuxuan and the imperial teacher laughed so hard.

The military officers were secretly anxious and wanted to rush over to help him. But they didn't dare to do so. They could only pray to God to give Sikong Yan a chance to kill the tyrant with one arrow and return a peaceful and harmonious world to everyone.

Sikong Yan's face flushed red. He staggered and followed the bow in front of him. At this time, the civil and military officials in front of the palace changed from their previous anger to worry, and then from worry to trembling. Because they saw that Sikong Yan's arrow was not pointing at the tyrant, but aiming at their ministers. This is too much, even the direction is wrong, what hope do we have for him?

Emperor Yuxuan and the Imperial Master laughed heartily. But the ministers were all terrified, their legs shaking violently, because Master Yan's arrows could hit them at any time, killing them!

Sikong Yan was already sweating profusely from exhaustion, and he shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I can't control myself anymore..."

Imperial Master Yuxuan laughed even harder. He didn't expect the world today to be so wonderful! It just so happened that he wanted to see which unlucky minister he could get rid of with the help of this rebellious son!

"Ahahaha..., all of you are not allowed to move, just stand there and watch carefully. How accurate is my archery skill?"

Some of the ministers were so frightened that they peed themselves on the spot. They wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of him, but they didn't expect that they were the ones in danger. They were still thinking about dodging, but the tyrant's order made their lives seem like ashes. They stared with dead fish eyes in fear.

Sikong Yan seemed to be dizzy holding the big bow. He stumbled, the string suddenly pulled, and the arrow suddenly shot out... A loud cry came from the hall: "Ah! The arrow is coming——"

Emperor Yuxuan and the Imperial Master both laughed so hard that they fell backwards. When they heard the exclamations of their ministers, they suddenly stood up straight. They wanted to see which unlucky person would die under the arrow of this sickly man...