The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

I really want to travel back in time and slap my yesterday self. Everything is fine now, why do I have to make things difficult for myself?

"What are you still standing there for? Come and watch." Wu Yanhe was standing in front of the shooting range in a dark robe, holding a longbow half a person's height in his left hand. When Xue Ji walked to the front, the half-person-high longbow fell into her hand, and it was almost as tall as her.

The winter was extremely cold, the frost flowers turned into ice, and the sky and the earth were nothing but a vast expanse of white.

Xue Ji pouted and said weakly, "No... This bow and arrow are so cold, and my hands are so cold too."

Seeing through her thoughts, Wu Yanhe crossed his arms over his chest and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Wow--I don't want to practice archery."

I don't know who was it that said passionately yesterday that he was always the last one, and now he is determined not to be the last one in this year's Sirius God Festival. It seems that these words are only three minutes of enthusiasm.

Wu Yanhe followed her hand and grasped the bow and arrow, and placed her hand on his own, "Feel the force of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow."

Her white and tender palm touched the warm back of his hand, and she felt a hint of warmth from the severe cold, and she couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

"Concentrate."

The long arrow in his hand seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. It flew out of the bow with a "whoosh", broke through the air, and firmly nailed onto the center of the bull's eye.

The sky gradually brightened. Someone came out of the tent for a stroll. Seeing Xue Ji still on the martial arts training ground, he curled his lips in disdain.

"The Sirius God Festival is coming soon. Xue Ji really doesn't think he can win, does he?" Huairou was wearing a cloak, and the man standing next to him was Prince Tiezhi.

The latter also disagreed, "Wu Yanhe is indeed a good player. He was not seen participating in the Sirius God Festival in previous years. Huairou, do you think this year's champion will..."

When Huairou looked over, Prince Tiezhi fell silent. He liked her. But now Huairou's heart and eyes were full of Dongzi, the champion of last year.

"Brother Dongzi is so powerful, Wu Yanhe is nothing to be afraid of." Huairou naturally thinks that Dongzi is the best man in the world. Although she said this, she had to admit in her heart that Wu Yanhe was indeed powerful.

Thinking of this, she felt depressed and walked out immediately. When Prince Tiezhi saw her leave angrily, he thought he had said something wrong and said, "Huairou - wait for me!"

Outside the big tent, a slave stood on one side and stopped the person, "Princess."

Huairou smiled gently, without any of the arrogance she had before, and asked with a smile, "Is Brother Dongzi here?"

The slave's face and neck were covered with old scars, which looked very scary. When he heard her say that, he just said respectfully, "The prince is still resting."

Huairou watched him walk in. After a moment, a man's voice came from inside the tent, "Ask her in."

Huairou was delighted and went in. In the dim tent, he could vaguely see a burly man sitting on the bed. "Brother Dongzi."

After all, the Uralhe tribe and the Qianhuirong tribe are related by marriage, so it is not an exaggeration for Huairou to call him brother.

They were familiar with each other, and Huairou brought the topic to this point in a few words, saying, "Brother Dongzi, didn't you see the scene at the horse race yesterday? The champion yesterday was the new Khan of Luanzhou, Wu Yanhe. He was young, but very skilled. Tiezhi, I and the other four people next to us couldn't beat him..." Huairou curled her lips. "What's more, he brought Xueji with him."

Hearing this, Dong Zi finally moved, "Xue Ji is also on the stage?" Dong Zi stood up, and a ray of sunlight shone through the big tent onto his face. One could see the man's sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His deep eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of indifference and coldness, as if he looked at everyone with this indifferent and nonchalant attitude.

Huairou didn't know why he suddenly asked about Xueji, so she could only answer, "You also know that Xueji can only be a drag on the field. I think that Wu Yanhe is really powerful. Brother Dongzi, he will also participate in this year's Sirius God Festival, so you must not be careless."

Dong Zi took the cloak handed over by the slave beside him, half tied his hair behind his head, and walked past her and went out. It was already bright outside, and the sunlight fell on his face, revealing a slightly shallow old scar at the end of one of his eyes.

Huairou also followed out.

Tie Zhi, who arrived, happened to see the two men standing at the door of the big tent. He felt a little depressed and uncomfortable, but he could only smile and step forward to greet them.

"I missed the horse racing meeting a few days ago, and I haven't seen the Khan of Luanzhou that Huairou mentioned. So I will go and meet him." Dong Zi smiled. He was tall and had long legs, and his muscles were strong. Even through the heavy cloak, one could feel his vigorous vitality. After he left in three or two steps, Huairou was about to chase him, but Tie Zhi hurriedly grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?" Huairou shook off his hand, no longer showing the patience she had when facing Dongzi.

"It's cold now, why are we running back and forth?"

"Is it your business?"

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Inside the martial arts training ground.

After they practiced shooting arrows for dozens of times, Wu Yanhe let go of her hand and let her practice archery on her own, while he patiently taught her by the side.

Xue Ji also gradually accepted it from being reluctant at first. At some point, a man walked into the martial arts training ground again, saw her from a distance, and called out "Xue Ji!!"

It happened that Xue Ji was startled by the sound. He looked sideways and shot the arrow in his hand suddenly, which missed the center of the target and went diagonally to the opposite side!

At the critical moment, Wu Yanhe immediately took an arrow from the quiver and put the arrow on the bow. The arrow was shot out like a hot knife through butter, and it hit Xue Ji's arrow in mid-air. The two broken arrows fell to the ground together.

Dong Zi, who was not far away, looked at the broken arrow falling, with an expression that was hard to tell what it meant.

Xue Ji was a little scared and kept saying, "I was scared to death."

The arrow just now was aimed at Dong Zi. If Dong Zi had not dodged it, she would have been the sinner.

In a blink of an eye, Dong Zi was already in front of him, "I guess this must be the famous Luanzhou Khan Wu Yanhe."

Wu Yanhe stood in front of Xue Ji and stretched out his hand, with a smile on his face, "I can't say he's famous, but I have heard of Dong Zi, the leader of the Sirius God Festival last year."

The two men stood together, their eyes met in mid-air, with an indescribable meaning.

Xue Ji still raised the arrow and walked between the two people.

After walking a long way, Dong Zi directly said, "This year's Sirius God Festival is of great significance to me. I must win the championship this year."

With slightly curly hair hanging down his back, Wu Yanhe's face remained calm. "What a coincidence. I also think that this year's Sirius God Festival is of great significance. As for the champion, it all depends on your ability."