The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen already wanted to die.

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

Next, Wang Shouren shouted: "Five hundred and fifty teachers and students of Xishan Academy, should be here, please read by His Royal Highness Prince and Xinjian Bo."

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand and stood up. He stepped forward and walked behind the women's wall. Looking far away, he saw Wutuo's teachers and students have already gathered together, and all the civil and military officials were also catching up!

Zhu Houzhao shouted, "Drumming."

The sound of drums thundered through the sky.

Shocked the sky.

Fang Jifan looked at Emperor Hongzhi, and Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "You order it."

Fang Ji nodded and nodded, shouting down the city: "Ride and shoot, move forward!"

Wang Shouren took the lead.

In other people's eyes, he was just a scholar, a Hanlin, and no one expected that his equestrian skills were superb.

He urged the horse speed, and the horse speed was getting faster and faster, as if it were rising in the wind. The four horses of the horse under the seat were raised and the mud was splashing. In the wind and the electric brake, Wang Shouren vacated his hands and clamped with his legs At the same time, taking an arrow, bending a bow, and taking an arrow, only in a moment, he has faced the arrow target!

At this time, with a little hesitation, the arrow could not hit the bullseye, but Wang Shouren did not drag the mud with water, the hand loosened the string, and the tendon-like arrow string made a hollow sound. The arrow spun crazy at the next moment. Ling Yu at the tail of the arrow, whining like dysprosium, next moment, with a click, straight into the red heart of the arrow target.

At this time, Wang Shouren could no longer find the position of the arrow, and the horse in the seat was flying away at the moment he loosened the string.

call………

No one knows if the arrow has hit.

But this beautiful Pegasus and archery alone is enough to cheer.

On the wall, no one cheered. Everyone stared deadly at Wang Shouren, who had crossed like a meteor. In fact, their heads turned a little bit.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes were at a loss, and some reactions could not come.

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

He is a veteran, good at long bows and horses, but he is not too young, and now he does not look like he used to be. Now seeing this young man with great vigour, Zhang Mao's eyes can't help but reveal the color of appreciation.

Isn't this the original self?

Naturally, if he dared to say this, Fang Jifan would absolutely defy him. The young British father only had his own strengths on the arch horse and the sage of the king. But in terms of the spirit of learning and pondering, this city is up and down, including Fang Jifan ... …

Fang Jifan is not bragging, Wang Shouren is enough to hang everyone including himself, and cut his face into a pig's head.

While Zhang Mao said beautifully, that Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen couldn't help but say with admiration: "Who is this person?"

Fang Jifan immediately said: "My apprentice Wang Shouren, his skills are average, so Wu Dinghou laughed."

"..." Guo Zhen suddenly blushed old, but was outrageous: "It's good to shoot."

Someone was already looking at the target in a hurry, and then shouted: "Shoot, hit, hit the bullseye, hit the bullseye!"

In the middle ... Bullseye ...

Suddenly bursts of amazement sounded on the city.

Bullseye.

Under such a high-speed fast horse whip, people are constantly bumping, ups and downs, and the chance of hitting the bullseye is only in a moment! Because the horse is too fast and moves at a high speed, it is only on the occasion of the great shot that it catches the right time and shoots an arrow!

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

If it were not luck, it would almost be called Divine Arrow.

Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen's face was already a bit reddish, and his mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

Fang Jifan said with embarrassment: "Ashamed, the fluke was only a fluke. I usually don't have this skill ... I really don't have this skill. This is luck. You can see it if you want to come."

"..."

The emperor Hongzhi stared at the young man under his head, and the grayness that had just squeezed in his heart seemed to suddenly find a beacon, so that the sky was completely swept away, and what followed was hope.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but applaud: "Greater, better than this palace."

Looking at Wu Dinghou, Guo Zhen's old face was so rare, Fang Jifan looked at him cautiously: "After that, the level of the apprentices will be much worse. They are some guys who don't ask for progress. Don't be angry at Wu Dinghou."

"What's wrong with me?" Guo Zhen responded angrily.

Fang Jifan smiled meaningfully, but it made Guo Zhen unable to lift his breath. This guy is really shameless. If Fang Jifan said anything, he still has the opportunity to refute, but this meaningful smile, sit down Actually, I have a narrow mind, but if I swear a few words ... even worse, Fang Jifan didn't say anything, what are you still struggling to do here?

Guo Zhen has a deep sense of powerlessness.

He * s, does our old Guo family really owe his family anything in his life?

Guo Zhen's thoughts fluttered and began to doubt life.

And the drums under the city grew stronger.

Following the opening of Wang Shouren, the atmosphere suddenly became warm, and finally there was some atmosphere for reading.

The envoys of various countries still had a subtle smile on their faces at first, but then their faces were a little different. Their slow eyes gradually became more cautious, staring one by one under the city.

Next, the first student urged the horse forward.

Shen Ao.

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

The people on the side are not willing to take care of someone, pretending to look at the test carefully one by one, this kind of show off people, very annoying.

But someone obviously didn't realize it, and he shook his head with red light.

It is indeed shameful for a reader to practice martial arts, but someone is not ashamed, especially on this occasion today, my son is a good student, and now he can do a good job in proficiency, can he bow horses, yeah, shameful? Not shameful!

I saw that Shen Ao on the back of the horse had already started to speed up the horse. Gradually, the long-lost feeling of wind and electricity began to appear.

He kept horses for several months, and the horses he sat down were like his brothers, and the horses seemed to understand the master's temper. When the master's hands began to leave the saddle, the horses and horses have been running together for so many days. The horse ran and tried its best to be stable.

Shen Ao bowed his bow and twitched his arrow. The whole person followed the ups and downs of the horse, and his movements were still skillful.

In Xishan, the training time of bow horses is actually not much. At the beginning, it can be said that everyone ca n’t do well. If you want to control the horses by legs only during the high-speed movement of the war horses, you need people. The agreement with the horse.

Shen Ao is too aware of the horse's temperament. This is a mare. She has a mild temperament, but she is extremely guarded against strangers. When eating horse feed, she is slow-paced, but occasionally she will play with some small temperaments, standing deliberately and meekly. , When a stranger came behind him, the horse's legs snapped and kicked the person directly.

But to Shen Ao, the horse saw him, but he especially liked to stick to him, and even enjoyed the feeling of Shen Ao stroking its mane.

Today, it does not need Shen Ao's urging, or even Shen Ao deliberately tells its direction with a horse rope, only some hints transmitted from Shen Ao's leg, it will bury its head and run steadily.

finally reached……

The target is right in front.

At this moment, the arrow flew like a locust, and in one fell swoop, Shen Ao immediately closed his bow, supported the saddle with both hands, and the man had quickly flew out.

...

call……

There was another burst of applause on the wall.

Someone started smugly, "My son, this my son ..."

Under the city, someone shouted: "Shoot!"

The shot is not the center of the circle. It's hard to hit the center of the circle.

This is not something that Shen Ao can do at will, or whether he can even hit the target. For Shen Ao, it is only a matter of probability. Today, it is extraordinary play and luck.

But this shot hit the two words, and immediately caused countless cheers, the cry seemed to rush into the sky.

People may not look at the warriors deep in their hearts, but when they really see the young children who are flying whips and bows and arrows, a kind of wildness from the original ca n’t help but spawn in the body come out.

The emperor Hongzhi carried his hands on his back, his face squeezed at first, then eased slightly, and later, he smiled.

"This person is called Shen Ao ..." Zhu Houzhao said to the emperor Hongzhi: "The bow horse is not very skilled, and it is actually not a prize among all living beings."

Emperor Hongzhi was unmoved, still looking at the city.

Dingyuanhou didn't even want to play tricks with Fang Jifan.

His eyes were glaring, and even a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily, and he couldn't help but express emotion with the British publicist Zhang Mao: "The next generation is awesome, the next generation is awesome."

Zhang Mao did not know how he felt. As the Chinese military governor of the five military governors, actually speaking of slack in armament, is it really his responsibility?

No!

This point ~ www.readwn.com ~ he is not convinced.

The governors of the five armed forces have gradually disappeared, and the Beijing camp is supervised on the surface, but in fact, it has already been elevated. His father-in-law, the governor of the Chinese army, had daily errands for the Emperor His Majesty to worship the Taimiao throughout the year. Last year, he sacrificed nine times. The Spring Festival and the Autumn Festival, even with a bow horse, how about the ancestral strategy? Is n’t it in the Taimiao every day, representing the emperor, talking to the ancestors?

It is inevitable that the arms are relaxed, and Zhang Mao ’s disappointment is that he did not expect that these Wu Xuns had reached such a ridiculous level.

And now, this little sacrificial priest in the DPRK and China, the bridge of communication with the Ming ancestors, the blood of the Ming dynasty's British father, his ancestors gave him at this moment, only in a moment, boiling silently ...

He had red eyes and some wet eyes. At this moment, he thought of his ancestor, the emperor Wen Wen, the brave and warlike Zhang Yu, the gold horse, and the desert dust!

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