When a shooting commander saw Murong Jin, he immediately greeted him with a smile, "I don't know why His Highness came here today?" ”

"If you have nothing to do, come and take a walk. Thinking that I will come back to class in a while, I will come to practice first, so that I will not have my hands when the time comes. Ling Shi, you won't stop it, right? ”

Ling Shi smiled and said: "Your Highness doesn't dare, Your Highness is here, please." ”

Murong Jin has not yet ridden an archery suit, and today he wore narrow sleeves, and he wore arm guards after tying his sleeves with a thin rope, which was also convenient.

At this time, the other companions were still coming, and Murong Jin took Zhang Zhemu's bow at random.

These years have been in the imperial tomb for many years, and after coming back, they have not been trained for various reasons, and now they feel extremely difficult to open a bow. Fortunately, it was a short bow, so it would not waste too much strength.

Fortunately, the feel and technique were still there, and Murong Jin asked people to find a quiver and loaded a few three-edged white feather wooden arrows.

Just as he was about to set up an arrow, Yun Fang on the side carefully took the wrench.

Murong Jin smiled, "I haven't practiced for a long time, I forgot that there is still this thing, it's hard for you to remember." As he spoke, he took the wrench and put it on the thumb of his right hand to help hook the string and guard the finger. There was a shallow string mark on the wrench, which he had worn before.

It turns out that some things may not be difficult to do if you change people.

Murong Jin set up an arrow, aimed at the arrow target, released the arrow, and hit the bull's-eye. After shooting a few more arrows in a row and confirming that the head was still there, Murong Jin went to the shed built on the side to support his head and take a rest.

The noise of some voices woke Murong Jin up, and the three or two companions and a few attendants arrived at the shooting pavilion, and the time for class was approaching.

Murong Jin ate the pine nut candy brought by Yun Fang one by one. The level of several people is uneven, and Zuo Xi, the companion of the second prince Murong Xi, is from Jiangmen, and he can already hold a longbow and shoot on horseback; Ji Ming thought that because his body was weak, he really couldn't pull the carved bow, so he used a more delicate and light crossbow. As for Nangong Qi......

Murong Jin shook his head. That Nangong Qi has grown up with Murong Jin for a few months, and his father is a martial marquis, but it is like a bow and arrow that he learned only after entering the palace, and he doesn't know if his family is too spoiled or his own qualifications are not good.

Nangong Qi shot five arrows in a row, two of which hit the target but missed the bull's-eye, and the other three arrows missed the target. The archer was carefully teaching on the side, and Nangong Qi frowned, obviously a little impatient.

Murong Jin bit a pine nut candy, grabbed a short bow and walked over with a quiver, stood still in front of a target next to Nangong Qi, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Since you are not good at academics, you shouldn't spend your mind on calculating people." After the words were finished, the arrow came out of the string, hitting the red heart.

Nangong Qi pinched his bow arm with some annoyance, his bones turned white, "Your Highness can't slander people for no reason!" ”

"Slander...... What did I say to slander you? Your archery skills are really not good, and you have only learned like this for a few months, which is really a bit stupid," Murong Jin said leisurely, "If I knew that you were so stupid, and I couldn't wait for the eldest brother to go, I would have asked Your Majesty to order a change of companion." ”

"You-"

Murong Jin glanced at him lightly, then took the short bow and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, Murong Jin suddenly heard the archer exclaim in a suppressed voice: "The son of the world can't!" ”

Murong Jin turned around and saw Nangong Qi pulling his bow as hard as he could, the tip of the arrow pointing at him.

In the shooting pavilion, the arrow is pointed at people, which is a taboo!

Murong Jin chuckled, took out an arrow from the quiver, and unceremoniously pulled his bow and arrow, aiming the arrow at Nangong Qi, "I really don't know how bold you are, so you dare to point an arrow at someone whose archery skills are higher than you." ”

Another Ling Shi came to persuade, "Your Highness, quickly put away the arrows." The companions on the side also looked at this side.

Murong Jin was unmoved.

The two were deadlocked, Nangong Qi's arm trembled, he didn't know why he did this, it was probably because what Murong Jin said was too annoying, and now he couldn't pull the bowstring, but he still held on. He didn't dare to really release the arrow, but if he put the arrow down again, he would lose face.

Murong Jin's hand was very steady, but the tip of the arrow shifted slightly, and after a few breaths, he heard the sound of the string straightening, and the arrow had left the string.

Nangong Qi's pupils dilated, he didn't expect Murong Jin to really dare to release the arrow. Before he could react, there was a clear sound of cracking silk and flesh tearing in the air.

Nangong Qi painfully let go of the hand on the arrow and covered his left arm.

That Nangong Qi's arrow was not accurate, and Murong Jin dodged the arrow in half a step.

His first few arrows were all triangular arrows, but this one was a thin dagger arrow. The arrows of the thin dagger are not as accurate as the arrows of the triangular arrowhead, and the range is not very long, but it is as sharp as a thin blade with a barb, and it is the most hurtful without killing people.

Murong Jin's arrow just grazed past Nangong Qi's arm, but the arrow slashed a hole in his left arm.

Several archers and chamberlains immediately came over to check Nangong Qi's wounds, and someone went to pass on the imperial doctor.

Murong Jin strolled over, looked down at Nangong Qi with a painful face, and said coldly: "Please also ask the prince to remember, you still owe Nan Xiao a hand bone." ”

With that, he put down the short bow and quiver, and left the shooting pavilion with Yun Fang. Zuo Xi and Ji Ming cast some approving glances.

When he went back, Yan Yizhen had just changed Nan Xiao's medicine.

Nan Xiao's spirit has improved a lot in the past two days, and he often walks around the yard.

"Your Highness, I ...... Is it causing you trouble? ”

Murong Jin took the rope and arm guard and handed them to Yun Fang, frowning: "What did you say, I asked you to study with me, but I hurt you, this is my inconsiderate and negligent thinking." It is to make trouble, and it is also to cause trouble to the Imperial Doctor's Department, they take the official money to do things, which is what they should do. Hello birth and injury, don't think about it. ”

Nan Xiao's eyes flashed with some essence, "That...... When can I go to the Academy Palace again with His Highness? ”

"Imperial Doctor Yan said that you still need more than forty years before you can dismantle the fir chips. If I go to the school palace again, I am afraid that a little carelessness will be more serious. Books can be read in the Floating Moon Palace, and when you are bored, take a few people out for a walk. ”

At night, Murong Jin went to the side compartment where Nan Xiao lived and told him some difficult words and writing methods.

Nan Xiao listens carefully, learns quickly, and has a good temperament. Murong Jin felt that although this little companion was still a little cowardly, it was really much better than that bad Nangong Qi.

On the second day, when I went to the school palace, Murong Jin's bookcase was knocked to the ground, and the scrolls, inkstones, wolf hairs, and pen stands on the case all fell to the ground.

The wolf broke and could no longer be used, a few thin pieces of inkstone fell from the inkstone, the pen holder was broken, and the scroll was torn.

Murong Li looked at him with some sympathy, "It seems that the wind was a little strong last night. ”

Murong Jin gently kicked the fragments of the jade pen holder and sneered: "I don't know, what kind of wind can blow over all the bookcases in the spring, I'm afraid it's a demon wind!" ”

"Oh?"

"Elder Brother Huang," Murong Jin walked up to Murong Li, "If I were you, I wouldn't destroy people's pen and ink books in secret, but ......"

Murong Li looked at him proudly, and was waiting to hear him continue, when he saw that Murong Jin's eyes were cold, and the brocade shoes had already come to the bookcase.

"What do you do!"