Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan tightened his fingers following Ning Huaijin's strength, and loosely clenched his palms into fists.

The soft animal tendons tightened a little with his movements, and they were attached to the back of his hand. Although the force of the pulling would still make Ning Yan's wrist sore and swollen, it was probably within the range of Ning Yan's ability.

But the animal tendons are extremely tough. Logically speaking, judging by the strength of Ning Yan's current right hand, he shouldn't be so relaxed.

Ning Yan seemed a little perplexed, he tilted his head to look at it for a while, and then relaxed and felt it carefully, and then slowly realized the key point.

——The inner side of this wrist guard is probably also embedded with a pulley, and the two animal tendons are pulled back and forth. Using complex and delicate mechanisms instead of Ning Yan's force, he can easily pull the animal tendons.

As a prince, Ning Yan has seen some of these complicated and delicate things even if he has never used them before. He felt them carefully for a while, and slowly felt the ingenuity of these things in his heart.

The protective function of this wrist guard is secondary, only the built-in pulley mechanism can save Ning Yan a lot of effort.Moreover, a similar mechanism is placed on the inside of his wrist. If he wants to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, he only needs to buckle the inner wrist buckle, which can save Ning Yan from using a lot of force.

No wonder the wristband is much longer than the usual style, Ning Yan thought, it turned out to be to use the strength of the forearm.

Ning Yan never thought that Ning Huaijin would have such a whimsical idea, he couldn't help standing up, walked back and forth in front of the bed excitedly, and touched it lovingly.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly remembered something, and asked instead: "These days Huai Jin often excuses her going out of the palace, and that's why she's doing this?"

"Indeed." Ning Huaijin said with some embarrassment: "The craftsmen at the company are quick-witted, and quickly listed the drawings according to my requirements. It's just that the bow was just an ordinary bow, and it would be a bit difficult to make a big change. It’s strenuous, and I don’t want to leave it to others, so I can only do it slowly.”

"Fortunately, it's in time for New Year's Eve." Ning Huaijin said with a smile, and continued: "Otherwise, His Majesty prepared a gift for me, and I'm empty-handed. Wouldn't it be timid again?"

Ning Yan felt sweet and swelled in his heart, his whole body was like falling into a cloud, joy and satisfaction were intertwined, if He Wenting was not still in the room, he almost wanted to rush over to be intimate with Ning Huaijin.

After returning from Anqing Mansion, he always felt that he had hidden his intentions very well. Even when Jiang Ling asked him to go to the hunting ground to play, he was indifferent and did not show any clues.

Over the years, Ning Yan knew very well that every gain must come with a loss. He was satisfied when he had peace. As for the loss of half of his hand, although he was disappointed, he did not regret it.

But now, Ning Huaijin told him almost blatantly—whether he cared about it or not, at least Ning Huaijin did.

And not only did she care, Ning Huaijin also easily saw through his mind and did things for him that he dared not and could not do.

"Actually, I have already hired the skilled craftsmen from Gongsi, and told them the requirements." Ning Huaijin said: "It's just that Gongsi has never done anything like that, and many things have to be tried one by one from the beginning. Five or six of them old craftsmen got together to study for many days, tried many materials, and finally managed to get a result."

When Ning Yan spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse. He put down his sleeves, touched the stiff wrist armor through the fabric, and said in a low voice, "It's already very good."

A thin layer of soft leather was sewed on the inside of this wristband, and it was buckled tightly on Ning Yan's wrist, as if it was custom-made according to his size inch by inch.The texture of sterling silver is soft, and it doesn't feel cold when you wear it. It is light and docile, and you can hardly feel anything.

Ning Huaijin looked at him with a smile for a while, and gradually let go of what had been hanging in her heart.

Ning Yan's hand was his heart disease. Apart from worrying about Ning Yan's body, he was also always afraid that Ning Yan would obviously be sad about it but refused to show it, and he would suffocate himself for a long time.

——Fortunately, from the present point of view, this New Year's Eve ceremony can be regarded as Ning Yan's favorite.

Ning Huaijin thought for a while, then waved to He Wenting, motioning for him to come over with a cloak.

"Since Your Majesty likes it, why don't you try it." Ning Huaijin saw his thoughts and thoughtfully suggested: "It just so happens that I haven't tried it myself, so I don't know how effective it is. It just so happens that Your Majesty uses it. If it's not good, I'll take it back and change it."

Seeing that the two masters were interested, He Wenting hurriedly put on the big cloak and took the hand stove.He wanted to take that bow for Ning Yan, but it was made by Ning Huaijin himself. Ning Yan really liked it, so he didn't allow him to touch it, so he took it out by himself.

He Wenting has been in the imperial court for many years, among other things, he is unique in observing his heart and observing his words and demeanor.He knew earlier that Ning Huaijin was going to give this bow to Ning Yan tonight, so he set up an archery target in the small garden of the palace, just in case the two masters wanted to warm up their hands at a whim.

Three archery targets were set up next to the newly built lake in the small garden. In order to avoid bad light, He Wenting sent people to hang many oil-paper lanterns on the nearby bushes in advance.

Ning Yan never dared to think that he would draw the bow again one day, until the moment he drew the bowstring, his heart was still pounding.

Apart from joy, he was also a little scared in his heart, fearing that if it didn't work out, it would be fine if he lost himself, and it would make Ning Huaijin even more sad.

However, the situation was much better than he had imagined. The animal tendons slid over the round wheel, making a slight friction sound, and the core embedded in the round wheel rotated in reverse, which really made Ning Yan pull the bow away.

It was only half of the pull, and Ning Yan felt that his right hand was still a little too strong, it was sore and swollen, and his hand was shaking a little.

He frowned slightly, and was thinking about how to bring this matter over without a trace, when he suddenly felt a warm body covering his back, and a hand passed in front of him, helping him stabilize the bowstring .

Ning Huaijin held Ning Yan's hand with both hands, as if teaching him to write when she was a child, with a little force, she pulled the bow into a full moon.

"I asked Dr. Cheng before, with this thing, can His Majesty's hand be restored to its original state." Ning Huaijin whispered: "It's a pity what he told me...I'm afraid it won't work."

This Ning Yan had been mentally prepared for a long time, but he didn't feel disappointed.

"It's just that although practicing swords is not enough, drawing a bow is okay." Ning Huaijin pressed his ear, holding his hand and aiming at the bull's-eye a hundred paces away, and said slowly: "Although it's a pity that your Majesty's He is good at swordsmanship, but it’s nothing—it’s the same when I teach His Majesty how to shoot arrows later.”

"Uncle Emperor..."

Before Ning Yan finished speaking, Ning Huaijin suddenly let go, and the white feather arrow suddenly left the string, roaring away with the sound of breaking wind, and instantly nailed to the bull's-eye a hundred meters away.

"—Although I am not talented, only archery can be called handy." Ning Huaijin slowly added the second half of the sentence, and then said: "I am willing to teach Your Majesty for the rest of my life."

As Ning Huaijin said, she took out another arrow and put it on the bow again.

Then, he took Ning Yan's hand and drew the bowstring together with Ning Yan just like he did just now.

This time he didn't take aim, he let go of his fingers almost as soon as he took the bow and drew the string, and let the feathered arrow shoot out through the wind.

Before Ning Yan could react, he saw that the latter arrow accurately cut through the shaft of the previous one, and nailed it squarely on the bull's-eye.

The shaft of the White Feather Arrow hit the target for three points, and the tail of the arrow trembled slightly due to the remaining force, and the broken wood of the shaft of the first arrow was scattered under the target.

If it wasn't for Ning Yan being held in Ning Huaijin's arms, he would have almost applauded him.

"How is it?" Ning Huaijin asked him.

The two of them were quite close, and Ning Yan could almost feel Ning Huaijin's warm breath while talking.

"Very good." Ning Yan said sincerely, "Uncle Huang's archery skills are unmatched by anyone in the world."

"Who made His Majesty praise me?" Ning Huaijin said dumbfoundingly, "I'm asking His Majesty what you think?"

Ning Yan also realized that he had made a joke, so he quickly smiled and said, "Very well, it's much easier than I imagined. It's not difficult to pull the bowstring with the bowstring, and it's more than twice as labor-saving as usual."

"That's good." Ning Huaijin took the bow from him, handed it to He Wenting, and lowered her head to untie the wristband on his hand.

"It's fine to let His Majesty have a good time today, but before next summer, I will continue to confiscate these two things." Ning Huaijin said: "And after your Majesty is well-raised, you can't play wantonly. Be careful and hurt your hands."

"What?" Ning Yan was very surprised, and said in disbelief: "The co-author Emperor Uncle just used it to hook my addiction?"

"This is for His Majesty's benefit." Prince Gong said in the same "ruthless" tone as he had watched Ning Yan take medicine countless times in the past.

Ning Yan: "..."

Ning Huaijin put away the two things carefully, and handed them to He Wenting one by one. Turning her head, seeing Ning Yan still had the same expression, she couldn't help smiling.

"Your Majesty is angry?" Ning Huaijin said with a smile, "You can't be angry, today is Chinese New Year."

"I'm not angry." Ning Yan narrowed his eyes, kissed Ning Huaijin's side face in the shadow of the candlelight, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, if I want it, Uncle Huang will never deny it to me."

—That's true.

Prince Gong has already been thoroughly understood by His Majesty, and I'm afraid he won't be able to change it for a while.

Ning Yan stole the incense and received the New Year's gift, so he was naturally satisfied and couldn't help licking his lips with satisfaction.

"Actually, Uncle Huang's guess is right." Ning Yan said suddenly: "I have ambitions in the Quartet. The matter between Sange and Jiujiang Mansion is not the end, but the beginning."

"Your Majesty probably understands what His Majesty means." Ning Huaijin said, "Your Majesty asked General Xie to ask about the frontier a few times before, and I probably guessed it then."

"Actually, it's commonplace. Since the past dynasties, there is probably no emperor in the world who is willing to live a mediocre life, just to be a successful ruler with no achievements." Ning Yan said: "Except for mediocrity and incompetence. Most of the rest have great ambitions, thinking of governing the country and the world, wishing to split the day in half, expand the territory, and subdue the alien race—in fact, I am no exception."

"Your Majesty's words seem to be followed by a but?" Ning Huaijin asked with a smile.

"But because of you, Uncle Huang." Ning Yan said, "That's why I'm willing to stop and take a look at the scenery."