The scholar is the white moonlight in the heart of the bandits

the next day.

Zeng Ning woke up early, but because he didn't sleep for long, he didn't have much energy.

"Wake up so early?" asked the master.

Zeng Ning nodded, and then sat down on the table to have breakfast.

After a night of hunger, Zeng Ning ate a full breakfast, white porridge, steamed buns, vegetable fritters, and when the others woke up for breakfast, he had already packed the dishes.

He touched his round belly and let out a long breath.

Today's weather seems to be quite good. If there are no accidents, the young masters should go out to practice archery.

When I arrived at the school, as expected, I saw several young masters in the family in casual clothes, with a longbow on their backs and a pot of quiver on their waists, talking and laughing happily, saying how many bulls-eyes they were going to hit today.

Seeing them laughing so happily, Zeng Ning couldn't help feeling a little envious.

The same person, why can they be born in a family enjoying all the glory and wealth, but he wants to be a servant, and he will be humble for the rest of his life.

However, these thoughts can only be buried in the heart.

No matter how dissatisfied he is, he is only a servant of the Murong family.

There are also several servants who are also accompanying students, basically every young master will have a responsible accompanying student, and Zeng Ning's accompanying young master is the fifth son of the Murong family, Murong Xuan.

He is the youngest of the five young masters of Murong's family, and also the most playful, only seven or eight years old, he can't even hold an ordinary bow and arrow, so he can only hold a small slingshot, standing aside aggrieved, envious Looking at the heroic and unrestrained appearance of the brothers.

"Master." Zeng Ning walked to Murong Xuan's side, lowered his body and said.

"You are here!" Murong Xuan said with a smile.

Although he is only a child of seven or eight years old, Murong Xuan is much more friendly than the usual young master, but he is often playful and causes trouble, so Zeng Ning needs to take the blame.

Zeng Ning nodded.

"My brothers and I are going to a target shooting competition today, you can pass me the stones later." Murong Xuan said.

Zeng Ning nodded.

"Why don't you speak, your throat is broken?" Murong Xuan looked at Zeng Ning with doubts in his big watery eyes.

Zeng Ning shook his head.

"It's really boring." Murong Xuan pouted.

Zeng Ning remained silent.

He is well aware of the fate of talkative people in this family, so he can try not to talk as much as possible, and do his own thing well.

After chatting for a while at the school gate, the second young master, who was late, finally appeared in front of the others with ease, and the young masters set off to the archery range together.

Because he was the youngest, Murong Xuan followed behind his brothers, striding forward with small steps, while Zeng Ning watched from the side, for fear that he would fall.

"Young master, why don't I carry you there." Zeng Ning said.

Murong Xuan shook his head, "I don't want it, the brothers have to walk, I also want to walk there, I'm a little man!"

"Oh, Xiao Xuan'er, it's fine, what you said is just like a little adult." The young master who was walking in the front suddenly turned his head, and said to the end of the line that only a small head with a tangle of hair can be seen .

"That's not right!" Murong Xuan said proudly with his hips akimbo.

"That little man, what did you use to hit the target today?" The second young master loved to joke, and he especially liked to tease the youngest brother.

Murong Xuan blushed immediately.

"With...with a slingshot..."

"Hahaha." The second young master suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Then brother will wait and see how many bullseyes our little man can hit with his slingshot!"

The young masters were giggling and smiling along the way, walking slowly and slowly, and arrived at the archery field in a short while.

The weather in Ningfu in Nanhai today is very good, the weather is beautiful, the scorching sun pulled a cloud from one side to cover half of his body, and left a little shadow on a remote place in the archery field. It is a place for young masters to rest. On a table, there is a pot of sour plum soup on it, and there are plates of sweet fruits beside it.

At this moment, the young masters were not in a hurry to rest, but took off the bows and arrows from their backs, eager to try one by one.

I haven't shot arrows for a long time, and my hands are so itchy that I can't even scratch them!

"call out--"

I don't know who shot the arrow first, and it hit the bull's-eye steadily.

"Yes, big brother!" said the third young master of the Murong family.

The one who shot that arrow was Murong Heng, the young master of the Murong family.

With a smile on his face, he seemed quite satisfied with today's "good start".

It feels good in the hand, and I think today's results will not be too bad.

"That's not right, the elder brother's arrow skills are ranked second in our Nanhai Ning Mansion, who dares to be the first!" Murong Cheng, the second young master of the Murong family, laughed.

"Haha, second brother, don't be modest. Although the archery skill of the elder brother is slightly higher than yours, but when it comes to the handed down exercise "South China Sea Heart Sutra", the elder brother is far behind you!" The fourth young master patted He patted Murong Cheng on the shoulder and said.

The smile on Murong Heng's face suddenly subsided.

"Fourth brother, look at you here again!" Murong Cheng said speechlessly, "Today we just have fun with archery. If we want to mention family-inherited exercises, third brother will say yes!"

The third young master on the side said yes.

Only Murong Xuan, who was standing behind the brothers, pouted his small mouth and looked at the two energetic brothers in front of him with grievances.

He also really wanted to grow up quickly, to have a proud archery skill, and to master the family-inherited exercises to perfection.

"Fifth Brother, do you want to try it?" Suddenly, Murong Cheng turned around and waved to Murong Xuan.

Hearing his brother calling him, Murong Xuan immediately raised his head.

"I don't want it." After struggling a bit, Murong Xuan said stubbornly.

"Silly brother." Murong Cheng walked over and rubbed Murong Xuan's little head.

Because he was still young, Murong Xuan's hair was still loose and not tied up, and after being rubbed by his brother like this, it immediately became messy.

"I beg my good brother, let me show you your superb slingshot, okay?" Murong Cheng knelt down and said to Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan blinked, the dignity of a little man in his heart and his brother's "begging" fought each other, and finally his brother's "begging" won.

"Alright then." The little man said.

"Second brother, you really dote on fifth brother. Since when have you been so patient with our two younger brothers?" The third young master said with a smile as he put his arms around the fourth young master's shoulder.

"Why are you arguing with your youngest brother? Shame!" Murong Cheng turned around and said with a smile.

The third young master stuck out his tongue.

Murong Heng, who was standing the farthest away, had a smile on his face, making it hard to tell what was going on in his heart, it seemed to be thoughtful, and he seemed to be happy to see the brothers getting along in harmony.

I saw the little man Murong Xuan walking to the front, took a step forward with his left foot, the slingshot in his hand was stretched long, and the small stone held by his fingers was ready to go...

"call out--"

In the blink of an eye, the small stone flew out, barely touching the edge of the red heart.

The smug little man immediately lowered his face and walked away sullenly, regardless of what his brother called him behind him, he just ignored him.

Humph, even the slingshot bullied him.

Murong Heng didn't say a word, and didn't care whether his younger brother stayed or left, he just took out a feathered arrow from the quiver, pulled the bowstring into a full moon, narrowed his eyes...

"call out--"

The second arrow hit the tail of the previous arrow abruptly, cutting the previous arrow in half abruptly.

"Brother is good at archery!" Murong Cheng clapped his hands and applauded.

Murong Heng was still smiling, but his eyes were as dull as a lake of stagnant water.