Yan Du looked at the exquisite wheelchair of the British Prince, and only then did he recall that he had just observed the entire British Prince's Mansion, and indeed there was not a single staircase.

King Ying Yun has a leg disease, this is the whole Daheng knows, when the King of England and the Marquis of Changping and the Song Dynasty together with the expedition to the north, against the Huns, 14 years ago to get a great victory, the Huns out of Mobei, after volunteering to stay in Mobei, but Emperor Heng missed his son, and learned that his grandson Ying Riyao was born in Mobei, so he summoned the British family back to Beijing, but did not know that the road met an assassin, the King of England injured his legs, since then, the news of the disability of the prince spread throughout Daheng, and he also quietly retreated from the most powerful competition with Ying Ming for the position of prince.

The British king, who the murderous Huns in Mobei could not defeat, was finally defeated on the way back to Beijing, is this providence, or artificial, is this what the prince wants to see, or is it the ending that the king wants to get?

Just when Yan Du was deep in thought, Wen Yinyue had already told the king all about Yan Dui's child coming to learn archery.

"Madam, this day is so poisonous, your body has just been seen, and you must not be exposed to the wind and sun outside!" When King Ying listened to Wen Yinyue's words, he immediately interrupted her thoughts, with three points of annoyance and seven points of persuasion, but in everyone's ears, they all cared very much!

Wen Yinyue coughed out in a hurry when she heard this, and the king of England had to sigh and stroke her back, and the servants hurriedly stepped forward to serve, Yan Du and Song Qi glanced at each other, both worried.

"That's not going to work!" Wen Yinyue took a sip of tea and said smoothly: "Since I promised, I must teach!" ”

The king of England looked at his princess's sworn appearance, and knew her nature very well, but ten cows could not be pulled back, and it was the case that he followed him to the northern frontier to fight in the past, and now he is stubbornly supporting the teachings of the twilight shooting game.

Half a salary, the king finally compromised, I saw him sigh a long time, and said categorically: "This king is here to teach!" ”

When the people present listened to the words of the King of England, their eyes widened in shock, but Wen Yinyue felt inappropriate: "Lord Wang, my goddaughter is a female doll, and you are afraid that the teaching of soldiers on the battlefield is not appropriate!" ”

The king glanced at the little girl Yan Dui, and said disapprerovingly: "I also taught my son to shoot back then, when he was only five years old, and this child is about the same size, and he is taught to shoot a hundred shots, what are you afraid of!" ”

Song Qi looked at the two couples with interest, his daughter would really find a master above 10,000 people, so he came out to play a round: "Twilight is the queen of the Song family, and I Song Qi is bleeding from the gate at a glance, and it is really a blessing to be taught by the King of England!" Yinyue, we may not see each other for a long time, so it is better for me to stay here with you and say something considerate, and let the child follow the prince to learn archery. ”

Wen Yinyue was still a little uneasy, but she couldn't resist these people, so she had to instruct: "Lord, the son is not as good as the daughter, you have to teach well!" ”

"Got it!" When the king saw that Wen Yinyue was willing to let go, he agreed first, turned his head to Yan Du and said, "Girl, follow me!" ”

Wen Yinyue and Song Qi have been staring at the big and small figures walking away, and they can't help but feel that this scene is a little novel, I don't know what will happen to those two, but she remembers that the prince has always wanted a daughter......

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In the quiet martial arts field of the British Palace, only a small number of guards were practicing, at least in the eyes of outsiders, it was a minority.

"The so-called 100 shots and 100 hits is to shoot arrows and arrows in the heart, you have practiced for two hours, how many arrows have you shot, and how many arrows have not hit the heart?"

The king sat in a wheelchair, looked at the child beside him who had been practicing for a while, and said in a stern tone.

The Yingwu Wei standing next to him held several arrow baskets, which were full of dense arrows, which were the arrows that were recovered from the little girl's practice just now.

I saw that the little girl's expression remained unchanged, she was still focused and serious, but her forehead was full of sweat, and she wiped it with her sleeves I don't know how many times, and her whole little face was tanned red.

"Back to the prince, I just shot two hundred and fifty arrows, and twenty-five of them missed the heart!" Yan Du answered honestly, and didn't say any other nonsense.

The king looked at the child's little hands holding the bow and pulling the string, which had long been polished red, but those eyes were still bright, which reminded him of when he taught Yao'er, that kid was so clumsy and stubborn.

Ying Wuwei's eyes widened when he heard this, the little girl is a beginner today, and she is already very good, isn't the prince still satisfied? I have to practice to death, this kid is afraid that he won't dare to say a word, and he won't dare to shout a tired word, but if it goes on like this, the female doll can't hold on, what should I do if I practice down!

There was a hint of unclear thought in the eyes of the King of England, and he finally spoke: "In the next half an hour, if you shoot a hundred arrows, you can only miss five arrows, otherwise you will continue to practice!" Practice until you can! ”

"Yes!" Yan Du nodded, a hundred arrows in half an hour, both fast and accurate.

Yan Du silently recited the words taught by the King of England in his heart: When the bow is opened, Fang let go, but the bow should not be opened too early, the body will be shaken early, and it will not be too late, and the heart and eyes will be panicked, not too soon, the momentum of the bow, the right rib and waist spine should be pushed forward, the front hand should be low, the fingers are loose, between the stirrups, calm and free.

Ying Wuwei silently shed tears in his heart after hearing this, in the past, the prince taught the prince that he wanted the prince to hit every shot, where is there any room for not hitting the five arrows. Miss, re-practice, false hair, re-practice, bias, re-practice.

Wang Ye, he finally lowered his standards, but! It's already difficult for ordinary soldiers to reach the sky, and it's still very difficult for little dolls!

Yan Du didn't think much in his heart, he didn't dare to be anxious, and he didn't dare to relax, archery is really a skill to exercise his mind, and after learning this self-defense skill, can he take another step towards the road of revenge for Yan's family?

An arrow was fired, only to hear the stern voice of the King of England behind him: "Crooked! What are you thinking? ”

Yan Du wiped the sweat that flowed to his round chin, it seems that this road of revenge, like this off-target arrow, really can't reach the sky in one step, it's too hasty!

"Me, let's practice again!"

Yan Du exhaled deeply, his eyes returned to clarity, and he drew an arrow from the arrow basket, stabilized his mind, and bent his bow to shoot.

"One arrow, medium! Two arrows, middle ......" Ying Wuwei kept reporting the number, and the king stared at Yan Duan's small back fixedly, still with unfazed eyes, but what his heart thought, everyone didn't know.

"One hundred arrows, medium!"

When Yan Du practiced every shot, a bright moon had already hung up on the horizon, and the entire martial arts field was lit with dense torches, shining as bright as day.

Yan Dusk looked at the arrow target in front of him, and finally let out a long breath, and when he turned his head, he suddenly found that the king was still in a wheelchair, so he walked up to the king excitedly, knelt down on one knee and said, "Thank you for the king's teaching!" ”

"Hmm!" The fire shone on the expressionless face of the King of England, and he said slowly: "It's getting late, come back to dinner with me!" ”

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When Yan Du and King Ying returned to the main hall, Song Qi had already returned to the house, the King of England and the Zhuang Mansion were close to each other, both on Baihu Street, the injury on Lord Zhuang's face had just subsided recently, but the wound in his heart was hard to get rid of for a long time, if he saw that Song Qi was not at home, he didn't know what he would think about, Song Qi had to let Wen Yinyue send the child back to the house when he arrived.

"Why isn't my daughter at home?" Master Zhuang's sensitive heart caught a trace of abnormality in the family.

Song Qi had to tell him clearly, but it caused Lord Zhuang to feel sad again: "Madam, I'm always scared these days, I'm afraid that something will happen to Lin'er, I'm afraid that something will happen to Twilight, I'm afraid that something will happen to you!" ”

Song Qi also understands in his heart, now that the Zhuang Mansion is being targeted by the prince, Lin'er is not afraid of going up the mountain, but Twilight is in the Zhuang family, which is not necessarily a good thing, when the prince ascends the throne, it is difficult to say that the Zhuang Mansion is not the first to open the knife.

"Hey! I don't know how long the Holy One will survive, and I don't know when Master will receive my letter! Song Qi looked at the bright moon on the horizon, and he was even more worried!

The Zhuang Mansion is worried about the road ahead, and the Wenyin Moon in the British King's Mansion is really worried about what he sees in front of him!

"This! What's wrong with this kid's hand! Wen Yinyue tightly grasped Yan Duan's palms, which had turned from red and swollen to bruised, and looked at the natural King Ying in surprise as she was eating.

Seeing this, Yan Du immediately said righteously: "Aunt Yue, I asked for it myself, I have to work hard to learn martial arts, even if the King of England doesn't ask for it, I myself feel deeply insufficient, and I will definitely not stop if I don't practice enough!" ”

Wen Yinyue was a little surprised by this child, wasn't he scared by his own prince so that he couldn't be clear-headed?

When the king heard Yan Dui's words, his hand holding the vegetables paused, but soon returned to his original state, and said on his lips: "Hmm." ”

Wen Yinyue looked at Yan Duan's little hand, where was she not distressed, and suddenly remembered a long time ago, she begged her master to teach her how to shoot.

At that time, the Wen family was a scholarly family, as the eldest lady of the Wen family, her ten fingers did not touch the spring water, where did she hold any bow and arrow! But she, who is blind, has been fond of the king of wood since she was a child, and resolutely learned to play, just so that one day in the future, she will go to the end of the world with this piece of wood and not drag him back.

Unexpectedly, this female doll came harder than when she was younger.

She finally got her wish, married the king of England, went to the northern frontier, and got Yao'er. So, what is the little girl's wish? After listening to Song Qi's account of her experience, I probably guessed a thing or two......

After eating and drinking, Wen Yinyue drugged Yan Duan's hands, and it was time to go back to the house to rest.

At this time, the King of England, who had been watching coldly from the side, quietly took a bottle of plaster, handed it to Wen Yinyue and instructed: "Give it to that little doll, don't say that I gave it." ”

"Yo! Potpourri ointment! Isn't that what you love to stuff your son? Wen Yinyue looked at the ointment in her hand and teased, this wooden face is cold and hot, isn't it that he thinks of his own son when he sees Twilight?

Every time his son practiced martial arts, he was strict, and then he couldn't bear it, looking for the best plaster to give to his son.

Seeing that King Ying was silent, Wen Yinyue continued to quip: "Why don't you let Twilight come over and be our daughter?" ”

When the king of England heard this, he was displeased, and when he thought of Zhuang Hao being beaten into a pig's head, he said: "My dignified king returned Zhuang Hao's pig's head to raise a daughter?" ”

Wen Yinyue laughed and continued: "Then how about letting her be our daughter-in-law?" ”

At this time, the king of England was silent, and he was stunned to think of his peerless son, it was hard to say, it was hard to say......

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The mist shrouded in a mist that reflected the girl's heart.

When Yan Du returned to the house, Xue Qu Xue Jing had already prepared bath water for her, she happily washed away all the sweat stains on her body, and then lay comfortably on the side of the bathtub with her hands, and the warm water deserted over her body, revealing a pair of white arms.

Yan Du opened her autumn-like eyes and looked at her hands carefully.

These hands, touching coke, riding horses, and holding longbows, but in the end, they couldn't catch the murderer of the Yan family, couldn't extinguish the evil of the Li family next door, and couldn't save the people who were still suffering in the world.

Yan Du wrote in the palm of his hand with some annoyance: Mr. Beiguo, four words.

When will this mother's Mr. Beiguo come?

No one expected that Mrs. Zhuang's letter that she had not heard of her whereabouts and did not know where to return would take a year after it was sent.

One spring and one autumn, Twilight, riding the fastest horse, shooting the farthest target, reading the oldest book, Yan Dui, the little girl with a story, also smoked a little like an aspen, and the confusion in her heart was all cracked with the knock on the door of the Zhuang Mansion and the arrival of the female gentleman......