Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 380 Divine Arrow

  Wuding Hou Guo Zhen already wanted to die.

  He felt that Fang Jifan was insulting his IQ and was about to explode...

  Below, Wang Shouren shouted: "There are a hundred and fifty teachers and students of Xishan Academy, here to welcome you, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Uncle Xinjian, please read it."

  Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand, stood up, stepped forward slowly, walked behind the female wall, and looked from a distance, he saw that the teachers and students had already gathered together, and all the civil and military officials had also caught up!

  Zhu Houzhao shouted loudly: "Bang the drum."

  The sound of drums resounded like thunder through the sky.

   Shattered the sky.

  Fang Jifan looked at Emperor Hongzhi, and Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "You give the order."

  Fang Jifan nodded and shouted towards the city: "Riding and shooting, move forward!"

  Wang Shouren took the lead.

  In the eyes of others, he is just a scholar, a Hanlin. No one expected that his equestrian skills are extremely superb.

He urged the speed of the horse, and the speed of the horse became faster and faster, as if riding the wind, the four hooves of the horse under the seat were lifted up, splashing mud, in the midst of the swift wind, Wang Shouren's hands were flying into the air, and only his legs were clamped tightly At the same time, he took out the arrow, bent the bow, and nocked the arrow. In just this moment, he was already facing the target!

At this time, even with a little hesitation, the arrow couldn't hit the target, but Wang Shouren didn't hesitate at all, he let go of the string, and the tendon-like arrow string made a sound of piercing the air, and the arrow spun wildly in the next moment. The feathers on the tail of the arrow hummed like a chirp, and the next moment, with a thud, it went straight into the red heart of the target.

  At this time, Wang Shouren was unable to trace the position of the arrow at all, and the horse under his seat galloped away the moment he let go of the string.

  Hoo...

   No one knows whether the arrow hit the target.

  But this beautiful pegasus and archery alone are enough to make people cheer.

  On the city wall, no one cheered. Everyone stared deadly at Wang Shouren, who had passed by like a shooting star. In fact, they couldn't turn their heads.

  Emperor Hongzhi's eyes were blank, and he couldn't react.

  Zhang Mao's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help saying: "Beautiful!"

  He is a veteran, good at bow and horse, but he is not young, and now he is no longer like before. Seeing this heroic young man now, Zhang Mao's eyes can't help showing admiration.

   Isn’t this the original self?

  Of course, if he dares to say this, Fang Jifan will definitely hate him. The young British prince is just like Wang Shengren on bow horses. In terms of learning and thinking spirit, Fang Jifan himself is included in this city...

  Fang Jifan wasn't bragging, Wang Shouren was enough to hang everyone up, including himself, and beat his face like a pig's head.

  While Zhang Mao said she was beautiful, Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen couldn't help saying with admiration: "Who is this person?"

  Fang Jifan immediately said: "My disciple Wang Shouren, his abilities are mediocre, and Wu Dinghou will laugh at him."

   "..." Guo Zhen blushed suddenly, and said angrily, "It's better to hit the shot."

  Below, someone hurriedly looked at the target, and then shouted: "Shot, hit, hit the bull's-eye, hit the bull's-eye!"

   In the middle of the... bullseye...

   Suddenly bursts of exclamation resounded in the city.

   Bullseye.

  Under such a high-speed horse whip, people are constantly bumping and ups and downs on the horse, and the chance to hit the bull's-eye is only in an instant! Because the horse is too fast and moves at a high speed, the only way to catch the right moment is to shoot an arrow!

   This is too short, there is no time to hesitate, so that the difficulty of shooting is extremely high.

   If it weren't for luck, this would almost be called a magic arrow.

  Wuding Hou Guo Zhen's face was already turning black, her mouth was murmuring, not knowing what to say.

  Fang Jifan said in embarrassment: "Ashamed, the luck is just a fluke. I don't usually have this ability... I really don't have this ability. This is luck, and you can see it when you think about it."

   "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi stared at the young man below. The darkness that had just been squeezed in his heart seemed to have suddenly found a bright light, which swept away the gloom, and followed it with hope.

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help cheering and said: "Amazing, better than Ben Gong."

   Seeing Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen's old face was hard to hold back, Fang Jifan looked at him cautiously and said: "Afterwards, the level of those disciples and grandchildren is much worse. They are all guys who do not seek to make progress. Wu Dinghou, don't be angry."

   "Why am I angry?" Guo Zhen shot back angrily.

Fang Jifan smiled meaningfully, but it made Guo Zhen unable to bring it up in one breath. This guy is really shameless. If Fang Jifan said something, he still had a chance to refute, but with this meaningful smile, he sat down. It's true that I'm narrow-minded, but if I cursed a few words... It's even worse, Fang Jifan didn't say anything, why are you still pestering me here?

  Guo Zhen felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

  Damn it, could it be that our old Guo family really owed his Fang family something in the previous life?

  Guo Zhen's thoughts were flying, and she began to doubt her life.

   And the drums under the city became more and more intense.

  Following Wang Shouren's good start, the atmosphere suddenly became lively, and finally there was some atmosphere of reading the exam.

  The envoys from various countries still had subtle smiles on their faces at first, but afterward, their expressions changed a little. The contemptuous eyes gradually became more serious, and they stared at the city one by one.

  Next, the first student urged the horse forward.

   is Shen Ao.

   "It's my son!" Someone in the city said to the people on the left and right: "My son is called Shen Ao, do you see it? It's him, haha... just a child, how can I know how to bow and horse, I feel very ashamed..."

  The people next to him are not willing to talk to someone, and they pretend to be serious about reading the test. People who like to show off are very annoying.

   But someone was obviously not enlightened, his face was flushed, and he was shaking his head.

   It is indeed a shameful thing for a scholar to practice martial arts, but someone is not ashamed, especially on this occasion today, my son is good at reading, and now he can do stereotyped proficiently, and he can also bow horses. What, is it shameful? No shame!

  I saw that Shen Ao on the horseback had already started to speed up the horse, and gradually, the long-lost feeling of running like lightning began to appear.

He has raised horses for several months, and the horse that sits down is like his brother, and the horse seems to have understood the temper of the owner. The horse started to run, trying to be as steady as possible.

  Shen Ao bent his bow and shot an arrow, his whole body followed the horse up and down, his movements were still skillful.

In Xishan, there is actually not much time for bow horse training. At the beginning, it can be said that no one can do it well. If you want to control the horse with your legs alone while the horse is moving at high speed, you need people. And the fit between the horse.

Shen Ao is very aware of the temperament of the horse. This is a mare, usually with a gentle temperament, but she is extremely wary of strangers. When eating horse feed, she is slow, but occasionally she will play a little temper, standing docilely on purpose. , When a stranger came behind it, the horse's legs snapped and kicked the person over.

   But for Shen Ao, the horse liked to cling to him when it saw him, and even enjoyed the feeling of Shen Ao stroking its mane.

  Today, it didn't need Shen Ao's urging, it didn't even need Shen Ao to deliberately tell it the direction with the horse rope, only some hints from Shen Ao's legs, it kept its head down and ran steadily.

finally reached…

  The archery target is right in front of you.

   At this moment, the arrow flew out like a locust, and after finishing it in one go, Shen Ao immediately retracted the bow, supported the saddle with both hands, and the man sprang out quickly.

  …

  Hoo...

   There was another round of applause on the city wall.

  Someone proudly began to chant: "My son, this is my son..."

  Below the city, someone shouted: "Shot!"

  Shooting is not the center of the circle. How difficult it is to hit the center of the circle.

  This is not something that Shen Ao can do at will. To Shen Ao, whether he can even hit the target is just a matter of probability. Today is considered an extraordinary performance, it is luck.

   But the word "hit" immediately aroused countless applause, and the shouts seemed to soar into the sky.

People may not think highly of warriors deep down in their hearts, but when they really see young boys flying horses, bows and arrows, a kind of primitive wildness can't help being born in their bodies come out.

  Emperor Hongzhi put his hands behind his back, his face was still tense at first, then it eased slightly, and then he put on a smile.

   "This man's name is Shen Ao..." Zhu Houzhao said to Emperor Hongzhi, "I'm not considered proficient at bowing horses, and I'm actually not outstanding among sentient beings."

  Emperor Hongzhi remained unmoved, still looking down at the city.

  Wu Dinghou was not in the mood to play tricks with Fang Jifan anymore.

  His eyes were staring, and even a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily. He couldn't help but sighed with the British public Zhang Mao: "Young people are awesome, young people are awesome."

  Zhang Mao didn't know how he was feeling. As the commander of the Chinese army in the governor's office of the five armies, he was actually responsible for the slack in armaments.

No!

  He is not convinced by this point.

  The Fifth Armed Forces Governor's Mansion has gradually become useless. On the surface, it still manages the Beijing Camp, but in fact, it has long been emptied. He, the prince of the country, the commander of the Chinese army, his daily errand is to offer sacrifices to the Taimiao for His Majesty the emperor throughout the year. Last year, he sacrificed nine times. Spring sacrifices and autumn sacrifices. Even if he has a bow and horse, so what? Isn't it every day in the Taimiao, representing the emperor, talking to the ancestors?

   It is inevitable that the armed forces will be relaxed. Zhang Mao's disappointment is that he did not expect that these warriors have reached such an absurd level.

  But now, this young master of sacrifice in the court, the bridge of communication with the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, the blood bestowed on him by his ancestors is silently boiling at this moment, only in an instant...

  His eyes were red and moist. At this moment, he thought of his ancestors, of Emperor Wen, the brave Zhang Yu, of gold and iron horses, and of the dust and smoke of the desert!

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  (end of this chapter)