The Chaoyong Mansion was originally the most magnificent mansion among the kings with different surnames, because at that time, the Chaoyong Mansion had the greatest merit and ranked first among the four kings.

Now it is old and dilapidated, without the original Xuanhe, and the courtyard after the autumn harvest is bare, so it looks bigger and emptyer.

A pony of black satin galloped around the yard, carrying a small man on its back.

Under the east wall stood a slull of arrows, and the little man on horseback shot arrows with a bow, each arrow hitting the heart.

Little people and small ponies, even archery targets and bows and arrows are small.

But it was full of fierce momentum, only stirring the whole courtyard murderous.

Zhong Ye stood in the courtyard with his waist crossed, like a bronze statue of King Kong, in the cold of late autumn, he was still wearing only an old single clothes, with muscles and bones all over his body, showing a tough physique, and his demeanor was extraordinary.

The pony stopped with a clatter, and the rider's expressionless little face seemed to gleam with a precious light.

The corners of the eyes fly obliquely, sweeping straight into the sideburns, the forehead is plump, the nose is high and the lips are red, and he is clearly a little jade.

Anyone who sees it will feel that when he grows up, he is afraid that he will be more handsome and romantic than Yan Kentang, the first son of the capital.

This child is Wei Yingjue, the king of Qingxi, since he saw Zhong Manlang's skills in Xianqiu Mountain that day, he knelt down and kowtowed to his teacher.

Zhong Manlang didn't agree at first, he didn't have the patience to coax the child to play, but Wei Yingjue was so stubborn that he hugged Zhong Ye's thigh, and refused to let go.

Zhong Manlang had no choice but to resort to delaying the army, saying that he would come to his house three days later.

What he planned was that the child had no longevity and was snooze, so he would definitely not be able to get up, and the matter would be over.

Who would have thought that three days later, in the early morning, before dawn, there was a knock on the door of the Chaoyong Mansion.

Winter melon went to open the door, and was startled by Wei Yingjue's cold face, but he was a prince anyway, so he couldn't be lazy.

Winter melon hurriedly went to call his grandfather, and at that time, Zhong Manlang was hangover and did not wake up, and he was very angry when he got up.

Dressed and came to the courtyard, and saw Wei Yingjue standing there straight, he stepped forward and grabbed his belt, and frightened: "To be my apprentice, you must be bold, if you are afraid, or cry or scream, you don't have to come again from now on." ”

After speaking, he threw his big hand and threw Wei Yingjue's small body straight into the sky, three or four feet high from the ground.

The servants of the Wei family were so frightened that they screamed, and the old butler simply collapsed to the ground, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Until Wei Yingjue's body fell and was about to touch the ground, Wei Zongyong grabbed him by the waist with his big hand.

The servant of the Wei family said while giving the old housekeeper a good breath: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't fall into our prince." ”

Looking at Wei Yingjue again, his little face was still like an ice sculpture, and he didn't see the slightest fear.

The two eyes burst out with excitement, Zhong Manlang immediately liked this child, and immediately made a decision and accepted him as an apprentice.

Wei Yingjue smiled at this time, the sky was dark at that time, and his smile was like a white tan under the moon, stunning and stunning, forcing back all the beauty in the world.

However, after a long time, Wei Yingjue came to knock on the door every morning, and Zhong Manlang was really a little unbearable, so he agreed with him that he would only be allowed to come once every three days.

Wei Yingjue also made concessions on the condition that he must be thrown high every time he comes.

No, he rolled over from his horse, straightened his clothes, and walked to Zhong Manlang with his hands down, like a cat waiting to be smoothed.

He was not yet as tall as Zhong Manlang's thighs, Zhong Manlang could only bend down, and with a big hand, he grabbed the calfskin strap around his waist and lifted him up.

Then he drank softly and threw him into the air like a projectile.

The morning breeze of late autumn was cold and clear, whistling in Wei Yingjue's ears, and he laughed heartily, at this moment, he was as innocent as a child of the same age.

"Alas, if our grandfather had married earlier, the child would have been so old." The gourd opened the window to do needlework, and when he saw Zhong Manlang and Wei Yingjue playing, he couldn't help but sigh.

Winter melon said on the side: "It's all because you're not a woman, otherwise you'll let your grandfather take you in, anyway, our house is a three-regardless realm, don't think about those who have it or not." ”

"If I were a woman, I would have found someone to marry a long time ago, and if I gave birth to a son, I would call it winter melon," Hulu rolled his eyes and said: "If it doesn't go well, pull it over and scold it casually, whoever calls it winter melon is my son." ”

The two of them were chatting on the side, and Zhong Ye said to Wei Yingjue: "Come here today, you go back!" ”

Wei Yingjue was still unsatisfied, walked to the side, picked up the quiver, and pulled out a long arrow from it.

The arrow stabbed into the ground, taller than he did.

He handed the arrow to Zhong Manlang with doubts in his eyes.

Zhong Manlang took the arrow and saw that it was an old arrow, the arrow was large and flat, and there were air holes on both sides.

"This arrow is called a ringing arrow," Zhong Ye patiently told him, "It is generally used in the army, and when it is fired, it will make a chirp sound, and it can be used as a signal."

This arrow of the Ming Gong is the first system of the Huns, and after he invented this thing, he said to his subordinates: Ming Gong shot, you wait to shoot. No, military justice will be punished.

The first time he shot his own war horse with a chirp, his soldiers knew that it was his favorite horse, so many people did not dare to attack, and Mao Dun beheaded all of them.

The second time, he shot his favorite concubine with a chirp, and some people did not dare to do it, so he executed these people again.

So his subordinates knew that Ming Gong was a military order, and the military order was like a mountain, and it was not to be disobeyed.

As long as the chirp hits, no matter what it is, they must follow it without hesitation.

Mao Dun then shot the Ming Gong at his father Khan, and his soldiers did not dare to disobey, and Lao Shan was killed by the arrows. Mao Dun succeeded him and became the new Shan Yu of the Huns. ”

Wei Yingjue was fascinated by it, he especially liked to come to the Chaoyong Mansion, liked Zhong Manlang to throw him high, liked to learn horseback archery with Zhong Manlang, and preferred to listen to him tell these stories on the battlefield.

He rarely spoke, only staring at Zhong Ye's face with dark eyes, and the look of begging was obvious.

Zhong Manlang scratched his head, touched his chin again, and finally couldn't bear it, and said, "Okay, I'll tell you another story about the deeds of General Flying Li Guang." ”

Wei Yingjue's eyes immediately burst into light, and he hurriedly straightened his posture and made a deferential appearance.

Zhong Manlang's voice is rich, and the stories of heroes and famous generals are told in his mouth, as if he is there in person, which is particularly fascinating.

"Look, listen again," Hulu shook his head: "I'd better go and make breakfast, I guess I'll have to eat here again today." ”

"You also said that every time the little prince came, you changed your tricks to make breakfast for him, and he was addicted to it." Winter melon said: "I haven't eaten those, why don't you make more?" ”

The gourd twisted his waist and walked to the back kitchen, and said without looking back: "If you want to be my son, I will make it for you." ”