(I just wrote a small fan, and I was a little tired at night and didn't want to write, so I put the fanwai first.) I will replace it tomorrow, and please don't mind...... Good night)

Twenty years ago.

This is the third year of Yohiro's ascension to the throne.

Spring. Warm at first.

Overnight, a thousand trees bloomed with snow.

In the heavily guarded archery range, the eldest prince Ye Mujing, the second prince Ye Mutao, and the third prince were standing side by side.

The third prince has only turned three years old, and Ye Hongchu has not yet named him.

He doesn't have any special milk name, everyone only calls him "Three Princes".

Although the three of them are young, their bow-holding postures all show the rudiments of vigor.

This was their first month of learning the bow and arrow.

When I crossed the stake, I saw a snow-white pear blossom.

The third prince doesn't like to ride and shoot, but he has to practice seriously.

Ye Mujing and Ye Mutao are taller than the third prince, but the posture of pulling the bow is not as beautiful as his standard.

In the past, the third prince was still the one who shot the bullseye the most times.

No matter how bad he is, he can be on par with the other two princes.

This day was very strange - the three princes didn't shoot once.

The cool spring breeze actually blew bursts of sweat on his back.

The third prince felt Ye Mujing's gaze and wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

- Does the arrogant guy sympathize with his bad luck this day, or show off his achievements today?

The third prince was really ashamed and angry, but because of the presence of everyone, it was not easy to lose his temper.

The little man in his belly complained—

Blame this broken bow! But today is tighter than usual, and no matter how hard you try, you can't pull it to the level of satisfaction.

In the interval of laborious attempts, the three princes seemed to think of something again.

He hung his head faintly, and the hair that was attached to his white little ears was blown up by the wind.

The bow seemed heavier than ever.

Before the third prince could take a closer look, the bowstring suddenly broke, and it collapsed to his forehead and chest.

Before he could react, another needle-like letter flew out of the bow tail and stabbed straight at his left shoulder.

If it weren't for the third prince's agile sideways turn, Na Xinzi pounced......

I'm afraid his heart will also end up with a bull's-eye.

The heart of the third prince escaped, but his shoulder was not so lucky.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take a closer look at the bow, another letter flew towards his forehead.

The third prince couldn't hide, so he had to cover his forehead with his hand.

The second letter was impartially pierced into his arm.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp pain flowed through the third prince's body from top to bottom—like countless ants gnawing on his flesh.

The arrow that Fang had just shot accidentally in order to avoid the letter was not full and the momentum was insufficient, and the direction of the shot was probably changed in the panic......

The arrow actually flew towards Ye Mujing.

And Ye Mujing was dealing with the arrow feathers, unaware of the impending danger.

It's the three princes, I don't know what kind of demon they have-

Seeing that he himself was about to fall to the ground, he still took a diagonal step to the right.

The three princes finally fell hard.

But in his hand, he held tightly an arrow that had cracked from the end of the arrow.

The pain coming from the arm is so real; The third prince's left eye was so painful that he burst into tears.

Vaguely, the third prince felt that Ye Mujing's figure was getting closer and closer, but it was also getting more and more blurred......

The only impression he had before closing his eyes was that his hand seemed to be tightly grasped by Ye Mujing.

When he woke up, the third prince only felt a dull ache all over his body.

And the left side of his face was even more hot and uncomfortable.

He struggled to open his right eye, but it still uncontrollably moved his left eye.

The ointment that covers the eyes, because of this action, seeps into the eyes somewhat.

Alas, another sour pain.

But...... This is not new.