"Are you saying that the reason these Western Army generals are so timid and afraid to speak their true feelings to me is because I often touch my sword during military meetings?"

In Chang'an City, Zhao Jiu, the Emperor, who was completely unaware of Wu Jie's success in defending Fangzhou and achieving a great victory, bent his bow and drew his arrow while frowning and looking at Yang Yizhong beside him.

As soon as he finished speaking, although he didn't even look at the target, the arrow in his hand flew out and hit the center of the bull's eye.

Yang Yizhong looked at the flying arrow, and was shocked. But he quickly came to his senses and said sternly: "Good instructor, you know, I did hear this..."

"But why is it so?" Even so, Zhao Jiu still found it hard to understand. He bent his bow and put his arrow on it again, while continuing to frown. "I don't remember touching the sword often at that time... I didn't even wear a sword all day today."

"Excuse me, it's probably because the emperor didn't have a bow and arrow with him a few days ago, and he hasn't practiced archery. In addition, he just came to Guanzhong and was anxious, so he kept touching his sword unconsciously?" Yang Yizhong said carefully. "And today, the emperor started practicing archery again, so he didn't wear a sword anymore."

Zhao Jiu instinctively agreed with this reason, nodded, and put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

The next moment, when Yang Yizhong was about to say something else, the official suddenly drew his bow and shot an arrow directly, knocking a crow that was looking around on the eaves to the ground.

With such wonderful archery skills, everyone has to admit that this official is indeed good at shooting.