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What a peaceful and prosperous age, I saw the cold light of the arrow cluster shining on the ring buckle at the end of the silk, and the aim of the arrow nailed the silk with four characters on the tree trunk exactly.

The well-dressed men below, all of whom thought they were the best in the world, all had their jaws scratched. Looking at Shijun at this time, the cold light of his armor was fully revealed, and his valiant and heroic posture became even more eye-catching.

Zisang squinted his eyes again, his eyes were bright red, and he thought of the national beauty and fragrance of the boat full, the lotus steps moved lightly, and the water sleeves entangled.

"What's that jumping?"

"The dance is what the nobles of the official family love to hear, watch, and talk about the peaceful and prosperous world."

"Shouldn't it be singing and dancing?"

The water rushing in the river, the half-sleeved fireworks, and dozens of fresh lives fell in the dark night, and the scenes reappeared one by one, so a pair of eyes were drawn back and landed on Fang Zhonghou's body.

"Nephew, I'm really lucky today, and I just hit a prosperous world."

Fang Zhonghou sneered and reined in his horse to take the lead and jumped into the forest. Afterwards, everyone got on their horses and rushed into the depths of the forest one by one, lashing their whips.

Drums were beating nearby, and the beasts in the forest seemed to hear the warning, and the birds flapped their wings restlessly and flew into the air.

There are dozens of cold arrows chasing into the air, it is panic and ignorance that will kill them, these silly birds.

Zisang leaned on his seat, listening to the fight in the forest from a distance, half drinking his tea, his eyes slowly searching the palace people and guards below.

Seeing the little man standing with his head bowed, he smiled, stretched out his hand and said to Mr. Fu'an next to him, "The little medical officer looks familiar to me, call him up."

Fu'an was a little worried. These days, he was doing his best to dress up Shijun, and he was afraid of being pushed down by Jibai: "What's wrong with Shijun?"

"That's right, I shot an arrow just now, and I feel a little bored. Find a medical officer to show me."

Of course, Fu'an could only rush towards the person and wave to the person in the blue medical official gown, and when he approached, he took a look, and sure enough, his face was familiar.

Isn't this little medical officer the one that Shijun always asks him to avoid every time he comes back, so Fu'an has a little more speculation both openly and secretly.

Although all women in Nanliang can learn calligraphy and art, Gongyijin has been ruled by six or seven generations of emperors since then, and the scene of women shaking their sleeves and holding pens in the court has long since ceased to exist.

Therefore, Fu'an never thought of this little medical officer or her identity as a woman, but only thought of this attire, being a good-looking young man.

Even with her pretty features, it's understandable that people like Deshi County who look at her like her like her.

The little medical officer came forward to pay respects, Shijun rolled up his sleeves and came to bow down, Fu Shi approached her ear through a heavy armor and whispered, "Seeing you bowing to the top of my skirt, I feel inexplicably proud."

The little medical officer bit her lips and gritted her teeth, not being able to beat her with his fists, but respectfully said: "What's wrong with Shijun?"

"I just shot an arrow, and my shoulder bones are a little sore. I don't know if a medical officer can treat it."

"can."

So he put away the small medical box, took water to clean his hands, and rubbed them through the hard armor. The little medical officer said: "The armor is chrome, and it is difficult to set the bones."

There was no difficulty, so he loosened the armor and helmet, and Zong Suyu's small hands stretched in from the neck, pulling the bones of the hand pretendingly on the surface, and pinching the tender flesh in secret.

Shijun half endured the pain and half endured it, only to hear the little medical officer gnashing his teeth in his ear and whispering softly: "Seeing that you are being manipulated by me, I feel inexplicably proud."

Laugh, good morning.

General Zhou Zai looked at the two handsome men in front of him, always looked at me and I looked at you, and coughed: "This armor, above the enemy's line, should be kept clean."

Shijun wanted to argue, but the warm hand in Yu's sleeve moved out by himself, and carefully fastened her armor: "The arrows here have no eyes, Shijun should be more careful. "

Such a little medical officer took advantage of people's surprise, squeezed his fingertips in Shijun's hand, lifted the medical box, and retreated to the attendants.

"Zhong Lang shot me head-hunting."

A horse galloped out of the forest, and the attendant on it held a bloody arrow in one hand, and threw the prey tied to the horse to the ground with the other hand.

It turns out that there are also deer in this kind of place, and Zisang couldn't help feeling a little itchy, but thinking of Zhou Zai saying that most people here intend to submit to Fang Zhonghou, she just sat quietly and said: "Reward."

"This General Zhonglang has always been against Fang Zhonghou, and used to compete with each other in the hunting capital."

"That is to say, Zhonglang will be facing us?"

Zhou Zai turned his head to look at Shijun, who was sitting in an improper posture, and said slowly, "No."

Zhonglang will go back three generations, and he can be regarded as a family with a foreign surname, and the family behind him is also huge. If the throne is to fall to a collateral line, they will naturally have a reason to fight.

Zisang shook his head again: "These people are really boring. It would be great to be an official and hunt well. They must talk about themselves and make the world shake."

The sergeants in charge of clearing and inspecting prey and arrow clusters kept coming and going, and they heard more about the name of General Zhonglang in the beginning, and gradually heard more about what the eldest son of Fang Zhonghou's family, Qijie, had hunted.

Seeing the sun slant, the autumn hunting is slowly coming to an end, the city of Baibi is located in the south, the branches and leaves in the forest are still very crisp, except for the autumn wind, every inch of grass is still green as usual.

The sky slowly but darkened, and Zisang followed Zhou Zai's intention, and sent down the order to beat the drum to hunt.

The three drums sounded together, and the beating of the drums sounded. The returning birds in the forest wandered away but did not dare to fall, and mourned in loneliness in the sunset.

Zisang raised his eyes to see the birds flying all over the sky, their necks were slightly raised, and only a pair of eyes were exposed from the armor. In the shadows of the autumn twilight, the birds became black silhouettes flying one by one.

Only two or three of them are still different, and they directly drilled into her eyes.

Under the reflection of the pot of fire lit next to it, the sound of piercing the sky rang in his ears, and Zhou Zai next to him drew his sword in shock: "Be careful."

It's an arrow.

She was too busy looking at those poor birds with nowhere to return, and she didn't remember how eyeless the arrows flying in the forest were, she saw General Zhou Zai split an arrow with his long sword.

I'm a slow person, so I can't avoid it even if I have to be careful.

Zisang had no choice but to look at that individual in the crowd, and her Bai Yunmo also stood up from thousands of people.

The blue shadow yelled Zisang and hurried forward, no matter how light the robe was in the wind, it looked good.

The head was stuffy and painful, and then there was a chill on the neck, and something hot came down.

Raising her hand, she wiped a ray of redness, she thought that her blood should be cold, and Bai Yunmo's face with tears came closer.

Zhou Zai's guards all surrounded the front, and all the scattered commanders were dispatched to the forest to drive back all the officials who were still hunting.

There was a muffled scene, and someone kept calling from a distance: "Shijun was assassinated, stop hunting and questioning."

When he opened his eyes, Bai Yunmo's face was still full of tears, and he knew that I was still here, but the pain in his neck was still there.

Obviously those two arrows were aimed straight at the door.

Next to Daxue exhaled haha, and Jibai also knelt and wiped his tears with red eyes: "Fortunately, I woke up, I woke up."

So Zhou Zai stepped over to look at it, heaved a sigh of relief, and then turned around again, holding two arrows in his hand.

The iron helmet on his head was taken off at some point, and it was very relaxed. Zisang looked at Bai Yunmo, who still had tears on his face, and raised his hand to pinch her pink face: "Little medical officer, I'm doing it again this time." Where is it hurt?"

"He got a hole in his neck."

He also said that he was not stupid, and smiled at me when the disaster was imminent.

Bai Yunmo took the scissors and cut off the end of the white ribbon wrapped around Zisang's neck, and then gently tied a knot: "Fortunately, one arrow was bitten by Daxue, and the other was knocked away by it. The general chopped off another one, otherwise no one would be able to save it with a hole in the head."

The arrow that was knocked away just rubbed against his neck and cut a few holes, but he didn't hurt his life after all.

Bai Yunmo held her hand and refused to let go: "You have to live well, and don't take it lightly."

How could such a sharp arrow be avoided in the dark night, Zisang still nodded politely: "Okay."

Several teams of men and horses were at war.

Zisang stood up, holding Wang Yijian in his hand, and stepped forward, looking at the three groups of people in front of him, each standing in a clear line. Behind Fang Zhonghou were mostly soldiers, and the people on Zhonglang's side were more arrogant. They were all people with official positions. .

He took the two arrows in Zhou Zai's hand, one of which was still stained with blood. In order to distinguish the trophies in the hunting ground, they were all engraved with their names.

Seeing the word on the arrow, Zisang looked into the crowd and asked, "Why isn't Shizi Qijie here?"

Fang Zhonghou had no intention, but said in a deep voice: "Qi Jie saw a tiger in the forest, so he chased it quickly."

Zhong Lang Jiang was a man in his thirties with a beard on his upper lip. He laughed loudly: "It's a joke, there are many people walking around in this hunting ground. I have never heard of a tiger in the past decades. I am afraid it is deliberately avoiding suspicion."

Everyone below said in unison: "Who is hurting people secretly, just look at the name on the arrow."

Zisang looked at the words on the cluster of eye arrows again, but still put them away: "The arrows don't have eyes, or they were shot by mistake. It won't be too late to make a judgment after checking the facts."

Xia Yi was silent, and only the lieutenant general said: "The three arrows took the key point of Shijun at the same time. How could it be a mistake? Shijun should not lose justice because he is afraid of one side's power."

Laughter: "I, who almost dies, can put this matter aside first. After all, General Zhonglang is someone on the sidelines. Why should he be so concerned? It's getting dark. The wife and daughter at home are afraid that you will return early. Mo Let’s put it aside, as for what this arrow means, I will ask about this arrow later.”

So he pretended to take the arrow and looked left and right: "Are you borrowed, did you come out of thin air, or are you really stupid and blatantly shooting me? I don't know that I am not very ambitious, but my life is big." Is it?"

Having said that, everyone below felt that Shijun's madness was madness, but what he said was indisputable. General Zhonglang didn't look good, so he couldn't say anything more, so he had to resign.

The autumn hunt seemed to be coming to an end, Zisang raised his hand and touched his neck through the white brocade, thinking to himself, it is indeed fate.

Zhou Zai also looked at her with a pair of eyes.

"I'm a little afraid of seeing the general like this."

"Zhou Zai is thinking, maybe Mr. Qingyang is still a master of divination."

just laugh.

The rays of the sun are gone, thousands of birds return to the forest, there are crying at night, and there are occasional voices seducing necks, all seem to say that the world is safe and difficult.