and son

Meng Chuji knew this was the case, and wrapped his arms around Pei Jing's shoulders, looking like two good brothers, he said, "I don't know how to laugh at you. When I was learning archery, my father also said that I was stupid as hell. Didn’t I learn it too, let me show you my hands!”

"it is good."

Pei Jing agreed.

Meng Chuji took the bow in his hand, drew an arrow from the quiver, stretched the bow and set the arrow in one go, and the feathered arrow flew out and hit the bull's-eye.

"How about it?"

Meng Chuji raised his eyebrows proudly.

Pei Jing applauded and praised: "Extremely powerful."

Meng Chuji was praised, and his sense of accomplishment was overwhelming. Thinking about him, he is a playboy and is often said to be useless, but his archery skills are first-rate, and he is like a reincarnation of a master archer without a teacher.

It's just that his father doesn't approve of him learning martial arts. Few people know about this skill, and he is born with no interest in it.

"Your Highness, let's get started!"

Meng Chuji looked forward to being able to be a teacher to others.

Moreover, he taught Pei Jing that the daily life note was written flawlessly and miraculously, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Pei Jing smiled: "Yes."

Meng Chuji returned the bow to him, pulled him to stand in front of the target, raised his arm, and asked him to take the archery posture.

"Look at the bull's-eye, look at it like this, and then shoot it hard."

Meng Chuji pointed to the target and taught.

Pei Jing adjusted according to what he said. Hearing his order, he quickly went through the novice guide he had practiced in his mind, and deliberately loosened his fingers a little. .

Afraid of pretending not to be the same, Pei Jing frantically made up for himself: "Archery is something I did when I was a child. Is it bad that I have been sitting in the study for a long time and neglected to exercise?"

Really bad.

Meng Chuji didn't have the nerve to say it, but couldn't help jokingly said: "You can compose poetry at the age of five, learn riding and archery at the age of seven, and participate in political affairs at the age of ten...Your Highness, your daily life seems to be bragging!"

Pei Jing's expression remained the same after being betrayed, and he said nonsense: "The emperor had high hopes for me back then, and specially set up a permanent official to record every bit of my life, and the permanent official came in and out with me, pity my heavy schoolwork. , hardships and hardships, many things are not detailed, such as this archery."

"Oh——" Meng Chuji seemed to suddenly realize, "It's okay, it's okay, let's take our time."

He just said, how can there be such a perfect person in the world.

Thinking so, Meng Chuji took another arrow to him, and pointed out: "Don't loosen the arrow before shooting, use more strength, like this..."

Talk and make gestures.

Pei Jing shot another arrow, but this time it didn't land halfway, but Yi Jing used too much force, and the arrow flew into the bushes and disappeared.

"Come again."

Meng Chuji did not give up.

The third arrow missed.

The fourth arrow, missed.

The fifth arrow, missed.

……

After practicing for a quarter of an hour, Pei Jing didn't hit the target with a single arrow.

The atmosphere gradually becomes a little more subtle.

Pei Jing hesitated, wondering if he was pretending too much, why did he feel that Meng Chuji looked at him as if... looking at a pig?

Then, Meng Chuji walked behind him.

Pei Jing didn't understand what he was going to do, just as he was about to turn around to talk to him, he straightened his body.

Then, Meng Chuji stretched out his hands to pass under his arms, and put them on the backs of his hands holding the bow and arrow respectively, pulling him up to set up the archery formation, and shot out a neat arrow, hitting the bull's-eye.

Pei Jing's heart jumped violently with the sound of the bull's-eye "dong", her pupils narrowed slightly, and she turned to look at Meng Chuji's face beside him. Meng Chuji was shorter than him, with only half of his head exposed at his shoulders. With phoenix eyes with curled eyelashes, he closed his usual lively and loose eyes, his eyes were calm and sharp, like a sword out of its sheath.

It's not that Pei Jing has never seen this kind of gaze, but he has only seen it in the eyes of his generals. This is the first time he has seen it in the eyes of a woman. .

...too charming.

Better than any woman he has ever seen.

Pei Jing thought, it's no wonder she is unwilling to commit herself to a man. If such a woman was not born with the wrong gender, she should be a general who commands thousands of troops, instead of being confined within a square inch courtyard wall.

"What are you looking at me for? Look at the target."

Meng Chuji was quite serious when he was serious.

Noticing that Pei Jing was distracted, he thought that his mind was full of thoughts again, and his tone was quite dissatisfied.

Pei Jing flustered and staggered his eyes, and looked at the target according to his words. Meng Chuji handed another arrow, then held his hand, and taught him:

"Look straight at the target. If you want to draw the bow with such great force, your hand must be steady, otherwise the arrow will not be right..."

Pei Jing couldn't concentrate at all.

Meng Chuji was very close to him, with the tip of his nose pressed against his back shoulder. When he spoke, he always felt a hot breath falling on his skin. Obviously he was wearing very thick clothes, and even he sniffed There was a clear smell coming from him that was not sweet, not charming, and not like an ordinary woman. It was as clean and pure as if it had only been rubbed with bath beans, leaving a faint green wood smell.

Pei Jing has always repelled women from getting close.

Whether it was the princess concubine who was planned to beg him in the rain to be picked up by him when she fainted, or Shangguan Ting's painstaking efforts to seduce him, strip off her clothes and throw herself into his arms, the psychological shadow left on him made him fall in love with the fragrance of women. There is an indescribable contempt, which no one else can know, but he himself knows it clearly.

At this moment, there was an unavoidable turmoil in my heart.

"Will it be?"

Meng Chuji taught him over and over again, and said a lot.

If Pei Jing said no, she would be hopelessly stupid. Even though she barely listened to a few words, she still nodded.

Meng Chuji let go of his hand and said, "Come on, let me see."

Pei Jing didn't hide her ability anymore, she drew her bow and set her arrows skillfully, and hit the target with one arrow.

Meng Chuji laughed, clapped and cheered and said, "Good!"

The turmoil in his heart dissipated, as if it was just a momentary illusion, Pei Jing couldn't figure it out, so he pretended it didn't exist, and then smiled: "Jing Jing is really a good teacher and helpful friend."

He obviously looks frizzy, but when he was teaching, he was not impatient at all. It is really admirable to be so focused.

"That's not true." Meng Chuji was not at all humble with him, "I will be your master, and I will teach you to shoot with your eyes closed."

"Really?"

"of course!"

……

With a tacit understanding, Pei Jing put down his bow and Meng Chuji put down his arrows, and they walked out of the imperial garden together, and went to have lunch side by side.

Practicing archery is not a day's work, so there is no reason not to eat a meal just to practice archery.

Walking on the road, the two were talking and laughing, when Meng Chuji suddenly stopped, Pei Jing looked at him suspiciously, saw him blinking his eyes, and asked, "Your Highness, how do you feel about me now?"