Dream Hua Embers Records

The snow, still falling finely and finely, fell to the ground, and suddenly disappeared, leaving only a touch of moisture.

The surroundings are still very quiet, time is passing silently, every minute and every second passes, the light in Yanyin's eyes will weaken a bit.Until, the dim yellow light that shrouded the wall of the posthouse suddenly disappeared, and the whole posthouse was melted into darkness, only the two red lights in front of the door, like the eyes of this dark monster, stared blankly at Looking at the two people in front of the door.

Suddenly, Yan Yin shouted with all her strength, "Father! Why don't you want to see me!"

"Don't want to see me..." "See me..." There was a faint echo in the dark night.But the posthouse was still dead silent, without sound or light.

This cry seemed to have exhausted all the strength in Yan Yin's body, and he knelt softly on the ground, trembling all over.

An Shuyu also knelt down, and embraced that small body like a dead leaf in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Yin raised her head and said lightly, "Go back."

The two stood up staggeringly, but when they turned around, they found that a fish-belly white had already appeared on a corner of the cornice of Qianyuan Hall in the distance.

As soon as he returned to the palace, An Shuyu hurriedly ordered Xiao Huangmen to invite Dai Zihe, fearing that Yan Yin would fall ill after a night of wind and cold.But what he got in return was that Dai Zihe left the city yesterday and would not come back until three to five days or even seven to eight days.The books returned from Zhao Guoyun were all placed in the Xianliang Temple thirty miles outside the city.Dai Zihe was anxious to bring those medical books back to Tai Hospital, so he went there non-stop to sort and escort them.

Hearing that Dai Zihe was not there, Yan Yin was stunned for a while, then suddenly made up her mind, jumped up, wrote down two prescriptions like flying, and ordered, "This is boiling water for bathing, this is decocting soup." Instead of tea."

An Shuyu is well versed in medical theory, took a glance at the prescription, and saw that it was a few commonly used medicines for dispelling cold and relieving symptoms, all of which were very mild in nature, so he nodded to Xiao Huangmen.

After a while, the bath water was boiled, and after Yan Yin had washed, he ordered An Shuyu to take the medicine according to the prescription.An Shuyu felt that his head was a little dizzy, and he was afraid that he had caught the cold last night, so he didn't refuse.

After An Shuyu finished washing, he found that Yan Yin had changed into a royal blue arrow sleeve, looking heroic.

"Eunuch An, please teach me how to archery." Yan Yinping ordered flatly, but there was a trace of unquestionable determination in his words.

An Shuyu frowned, and before expressing anything, Yan Yin said again, "Don't say you can't shoot arrows, I know you can. There is a small bow in your room, which must have been used when you were a child."

An Shuyu frowned, walked to the table, picked up the pen that Yan Yin had just used, and wrote in a few strokes, "Why do you want to learn archery?"

Yan Yin bit her lip, "I can't let the prince brother suffer that kind of punishment, if there is no other way, I'm willing to give him a happy one."

An Shuyu was startled, and raised his eyes to look at Yan Yin, seeing that Yan Yin's face was sinking like water, without any sadness or joy, his expression was not like that of an eight-year-old child.

"This is a felony," An Shuyu wrote again.

"No matter how big the crime is, I am willing to bear the punishment." Yan Yin said firmly.

An Shuyu shook his head lightly.

"If you don't help me, I have other ways, I will concoct poison, and then find a way for the prince to eat it!"

An Shuyu pondered for a while, not knowing how to persuade the child, the ink on the end of the pen dripped onto the paper with a thud, dyeing the word "crime" into a mess of indistinct black.

"Eunuch An, please." Yan Yin burst into tears, "I can't find anyone who can help me except you... Daddy doesn't care about me anymore, if you don't help me... If you Don't help me either..." Yan Yin broke down in tears, sobbing and couldn't speak anymore.

"You don't regret it?" An Shuyu wrote these four big characters, forcefully penetrating the back of the paper.

"I don't regret it! Even if my father wants to replace me with the elder brother of the crown prince and shoot willows as a sacrifice, I will never regret it." Yan Yin bit her lips tightly, almost bleeding from her lips.

An Shuyu sighed, nodded, and turned to go.

After a while, An Shuyu turned around, holding a small bow and a barrel of short arrows in his hand, and took out a small rhino horn wrench from his bosom, and put it on Yan Yin's thumb, the size turned out to be just right.

Yan Yin looked down, and saw that the rhino horn was black and shiny, obviously used, and a gray-white line of bowstring marks stretched across it, like a wound, faintly exuding the unique fragrance of rhino horn.

Yan Yin took out another arrow and looked at it carefully.The snow-white arrow feathers were slightly yellowed, as if after a long time, a red line was drawn about two inches away from the arrow cluster.Yan Yin stretched out her palm in doubt, and compared the arrow cluster with the red line, which happened to be the palm of one hand, with a distance of one finger.

"This...could it be the arrow my father used when he was a child?" Yan Yin asked.

An Shuyu nodded.

"Then why are you here?" Yan Yin looked at An Shuyu suspiciously.

An Shuyu shook his head and began to write, "It's a long story. Do you want to ask old stories or learn archery? You only have seven days. Even if you risk your life to learn, you may not be able to do it." How can there be time to spend on these old things?"

Yan Yin was startled, thinking that this Eunuch An has always been concise and concise, and has never written so many words.It is also quite unusual to pay attention to the meaning of the words. A person who is usually respectful and cautious can write such admonishing words. It seems that he has suddenly changed from a slave to a teacher.

"Can such a small bow and arrow reach far?" Yan Yin was a little puzzled.

"If it is placed in the hands of your father, the army of millions will be the throat of a general." An Shuyu wrote.

An Shuyu didn't wait for Yan Yin's answer, he picked up the papers he had written on, lit them on the candle, beckoned to Yan Yin, and then strode towards the courtyard.

For the next seven days, Yan Yin didn't leave the gate, and didn't step through the second gate. From the dawn of the morning to the night when the target could no longer be seen clearly, she did nothing but practice archery every day.

When his legs were swollen, Yan Yin prescribed some soaking prescriptions for him to recuperate at night; when his arms were sore, he asked An Shuyu to massage him to relieve his fatigue.

After seven days, a pair of brand new deerskin gloves were so worn out that they could no longer be mended.

An Shuyu picked up the glove and was about to throw it away, but Yan Yin grabbed it and put it in his arms.

An Shuyu wanted to ask, but felt that such a trivial matter was not worth grinding ink and drawing a pen, so he just looked at Yan Yin with puzzled eyes, hoping that Yanyin would explain.

Yan Yin didn't realize it, she just tore some cloth strips, wrapped them around her hands carefully, used them as protective gear, and continued to draw her bow and practice arrows.

This day is already the seventh day, and tomorrow is the day to offer sacrifices to the Heaven Shee Willow Sworn Master.

Yan Yin's shooting skills are almost perfect, even if she is blindfolded, she can still hit the bull's-eye from a hundred paces away.

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