Keshan took the bow, stood in front of the target again, put the arrow in his hand on, his eyes slightly closed, and thought to himself: It is already barely possible to pull the stone bow half, and a 60-pound bow is definitely more difficult. In this case, you can only use all your strength to pull the bow string. After the bow string is pulled open, the body can support one breath for about one breath. In other words, you must precisely pull the string, aim, and shoot three actions in one breath.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have made a fool of himself today. Unfortunately, Keshan is not an ordinary person. He neither lacks precise computing power nor superb skills. Therefore, the fifth prince and Forte are destined to be disappointed today. Unfortunately, they didn't know that they had avenged Xiaoyanzi and were standing aside and secretly proud.

Looking at the position of the bullseye ahead, measuring the height of the arm raised later and the angle of the arrow aiming, Keshan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength on the right hand that was pulling the string, and suddenly exerted force while lifting his arms.

The silver-light arrow broke through the air with a "swish" sound and instantly plunged into the red bullseye 50 meters away, unbiased.

The onlookers were stunned as they looked at the bullseye's tail feathers swaying in the wind.

Keshan's arrow was too rapid. It can be said that when he raised his arm and pulled the bowstring, the arrow had been shot out. The time was short enough that the aiming action was omitted. Therefore, when the arrow hit the red heart, many people could not believe their eyes, but at the same time they were impressed by the boy's superb archery skills and were speechless for a while.

"Good arrow!" After all, Andas were veterans. They could see the details of the boy at once, and they all stinged their hands and cheered without hesitation. Why didn't students who are so good at archery? Many Andas secretly looked at his appearance and suddenly realized that it was Prince Keshan who had been sick and missed classes within a few days. No wonder he was in the face.

"Lucky! Another arrow!" Yongqi looked at the arrow in the center of the bull's eye in front of him, his face turned pale.

Hearing the fifth prince’s arrogant request, Keshan pinched it tightly and hid it in his sleeve. A few bright red right hand quietly emerged from his fingers, and a cold light flashed through his eyes. He was aggressive and greedy, which was really unbearable.

However, before he could make any moves, a majestic voice suddenly inserted into it, breaking the situation that was about to break out.

"Enough! Don't cum anymore!"

Hearing this familiar low voice with a sense of oppression, everyone was shocked and quickly turned to the origin of the sound, kneeling down and saluting in neat movements.

Ke Shancheng Shan knelt down like a stream, staring at the bright yellow soap boots in front of him and sighed: Are the emperors all the dragons seeing their heads but not their tails?

"Get up." Qianlong frowned, took two steps forward, and personally pulled up the thin young man who was kneeling, "The arrow just now shot exquisitely!" The emperor patted the young man on the shoulder, and his tone was happy.

To describe it in a subtle way, it is extremely accurate, which shows that Qianlong has arrived for more than a moment.

"Thank you for your praise," Keshan quickly bowed his hand to thank him. After putting down his hand, he smiled slightly at the emperor's serious handsome face.

Seeing the boy flashing by, with a few blood-red right hand, Qianlong's pupils shrank. When he saw his comfortable smile as if nothing had happened, he suddenly felt stuffy in his chest. Such a lonely, helpless, yet glorious and calm boy should be caring for and cultivated, rather than excluding and suppressing.

"Show me this bow." The emperor stretched out his hand to the young man, and made a sudden request in a low voice.

Ke Shan raised his eyebrows, looked at the expressionless emperor in confusion, and respectfully presented the bow and hands in his hand.

Qianlong took the bow handed over by the boy, pulled the bowstring, felt the overweight tension of the bowstring, his lips tightened, and gently slid over the bowstring with his fingertips. He felt a little warm and sticky skin on it. When he looked back, he found that it was indeed a drop of blood. He stared at the dark red stained on his fingertips, his eyes were slightly cold, and his expression was dark and unclear. He looked at the handsome boy who was looking at him calmly, and his face turned gentle.

"This bow is not good. Wu Shu comes, and I will use the half-stone bow I used when I was a child for the prince later." Qianlong ordered Wu Shulai behind him, throwing the bow to the feet of Yongqi and Forte, who were nervous, and they were shocked. Qianlong ignored the frightened two people and looked at the boy with a gentle tone: "Everything should be done according to their abilities, and you must not hurt your body. Do you know?"

"Keshan knows." Looking at the emperor's deep eyes with gentleness, Keshan felt warm and couldn't help but smile sincerely. This emperor was a little different from what he imagined, and he was warm.

"It's good to know." Seeing the young man's smiling face as bright as the sun, Qianlong's heart trembled and his face also laughed. Strangely, as long as I saw him laugh, I always wanted to laugh unconsciously. A strange feeling arose in my heart. Qianlong was lost for a moment, and quickly covered it up. His expression naturally turned to the Andas who were waiting aside and said: "Criminal Keshan's body has not healed, I will not let him practice half a month of riding and shooting. Remember." Banyue, the wound on his hand should be cured.

"The slaves have written down." The Andas bowed their heads and bowed and all took the orders.

Qianlong nodded, looked at Yongqi and Forte standing beside him, his eyes darkened, and he spoke leisurely: "Yongqi and Forte seem to like archery. In this way, they will shoot 200 arrows each day, and they will not be allowed to rest until they are finished. People come, take the two bows."

Yongqi and Forte often accompanied the emperor, so naturally they knew that he was angry now and were about to punish the two. When they heard his first half of the sentence, they were all happy. It seemed that the emperor (the emperor) still loved us very much, and they only punished 200 arrows, which was no different from the practice of daily life.

When the guards brought the two bows designated by the emperor, the secret joy in their eyes turned into horror. There was nothing else, these were two 100-pound bows with real names.

"Emperor, are you wrong?" Yongqi asked boldly, relying on Qianlong's usual indulgence to him.

"Yongqi, are you questioning me? You don't joke, don't you know?" Hearing Yongqi's questioning, Qianlong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him meaningfully, and frowned. "Start practice!"

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, the two gritted their teeth and took the big bow handed over by the guards, and walked aside unwillingly to receive the punishment.

"Anda, go and help count. The two of them will not be allowed to leave until they ejaculate." Qianlong nodded, signaled the two Andas to look over and watch, and waved to the princes who were still standing aside: "You continue."

After the holy order, everyone returned to their own positions and began to practice the skills in their hands.

After the schoolyard was restored to order, Qianlong glanced at Yongqi and Forte, who were pulling bows and shooting arrows in the distance, turned around and left with an unpredictable expression.

Why should I indulge my slaves to make things difficult for a hero orphan in public? And when I know that this person is a talented person and can be used for me? Why did even my will be disobeyed and complained? I am so impulsive and mindless, I am really the fifth one I have always valued? Qianlong took all the way to consider what Yongqi did in the afternoon, his brows became tighter and tighter, and his heart gradually became filled with disappointment and doubt.

It was too early to say it! Qianlong sighed in his heart, and he felt a little tired. He raised his hand and wanted to squeeze the frowning peaks of his brows in habit. He glimpsed the dark red that swung his fingertips, and suddenly stopped moving.

"Wu Shu comes, send my bottle of purple gold blood-activation and stasis removal ointment to Prince Keshan, hurry up."

"Why, I'm going now." The prince was injured? Wu Shu looked at the emperor who was staring at his fingertips in a daze. Although he was puzzled, he did not ask much and received the order and sent the medicine.

"What a strong child." When Wu Shu came to walk away, Qianlong murmured to himself with the blood stains on his fingertips, suddenly laughed, and a trace of invisible tenderness was hidden in the corner of his eyes.

After Qianlong left, Ke Shan, who was pardoned, had nothing to do. He casually found a yellow grass next to the schoolyard, sat cross-legged, and waited for Yongd to leave school together. Although he was not allowed to practice riding and archery, he still had to do his job as a companion. Moreover, it was a pleasure to watch the fifth prince and Forte shoot arrows with a hundred kilograms of bows and frequently off-targets.

Keshan glanced at the red-faced master and servant who were pulling the bow in the distance, then looked at a dark red crack that was wounded by the bowstring across the palm of his right hand, and drooped his head and hid a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth in the shadow.

"The imperial edict is here, Prince Keshan will accept the edict." A sharp voice sounded, interrupting Keshan who was still pondering on the grass. He quickly stood up, patted the grass clippings on his clothes, tidied up his wrinkled collars, and half-kneeled down to receive the edict.

Wu Shulai rarely saw that Prince Keshan had such a rude side. He found it very interesting. After he was ready, he spread out the imperial edict and said with a smile, "In accordance with the will of heaven, the emperor ordered that Prince Duan, Chatriu Keshanfu Yin Mingda, Huai Jin, who was quick and studious, I love him very much, and I give him special gifts... (Omit a few rewards) to honor this."

"I thank the emperor for his kindness." Keshan knelt down, raised his hands high above his head, and took the imperial edict that Wu Shu had rolled out.

Wu Shulai glanced at the hideous wounds exposed on the palm of his right hand when he received the order. His eyes flashed, and he quickly pulled him up with great sincerity: "Captain Keshan quickly ask me to get up. The emperor has something to give to you privately." You can even find such a secret wound, and you can also give me precious wound medicines that only the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother give me in private. Prince Keshan is really deeply loved by the holy heart!

Keshan was pulled up by him obediently. He heard this and looked at him curiously.

Wu Shulai smiled gently, took out a purple, exquisitely crafted small bottle from his sleeve, and whispered: "This is the top injury medicine that the emperor asked his servants to give you - Zijin Blood-activation and Phosphorus Remover. The usage is to apply it three times a day and apply it to the wound. No matter how big the wound is, it can be healed within half a month. You are so proud of it."

Keshan took the medicine handed over by Wu Shulai with a blank expression. He felt mixed with the five flavors in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it felt.

It turned out that Qianlong knew that he had injured his hand, so he was spared from half a month of riding and shooting. In order to take into account his dignity, he gave medicine privately. Are emperors all good at winning people's hearts like this? Although he thought so in his heart, Keshan still couldn't stop being moved by this care. This is the only two people who are good to him since the soul exchange, and he is still an emperor. This kind of intention is really rare.

"Keshan knows, please thank the emperor for your father-in-law Keshan." He pinched the medicine bottle in his hand, Keshan nodded to Wu Shu, took out a purse from his arms and handed it over, "I'm fine, please accept it."

"No, no, no, this is the responsibility of the slave. I dare not accept the gift of the prince, so I ask the prince to take it back." Wu Shulai waved his hand repeatedly and pushed the purse handed over by Keshan. "The slave still has to go back and return the imperial edict to the emperor and surrender first." Without waiting for Keshan's reaction, Wu Shulai beat him up and left in a hurry.
Chapter completed!