But for a student who was learning archery for the first time, this result was enough to impress his teacher.

The other students in their Enlightenment Class B were so surprised that they opened their mouths wide and exclaimed "wow" one after another.

Qingfeng was very proud, thinking that all the hardship he had endured in the past was totally worth it.

Dong Cong had an expression of being full of pride, as if his elder brother Qingfeng was powerful, and he was powerful too, so he held his head high.

"Dong Cong, use a little more strength, you can't even pull the bow and arrow." Before Dong Cong could be proud for long, Master's voice came from his left.

Dong Cong's face suddenly fell and his arms felt so sore and painful. He had clearly used all his strength, but why did this string seem to be against him and refused to move at all?

"Please use more force. Yes, use more force. Have you not eaten?" The teacher was so angry that he finally pulled the bow a little, but retracted it again.

"Dong Cong..." A voice came from behind them.

All the students stopped drawing their bows and arrows and turned to look.

"Aunt." Dong Cong was delighted. His aunt came at the right time and saved him.

Zhao Qingfeng put down the bow and arrow in his hand and looked at Yang Feiling. They had eaten the antique soup together last time. This guy was a good guy and kept picking food for him.

“Uncle Yang…” Zhao Qingfeng greeted politely.

Yang Feiling smiled and nodded, and Master Wang was completely relieved. It seemed that the person in front of him was not a liar, but was indeed Dong Cong's aunt, and Zhao Qingfeng also knew her.

"Cong'er, your aunt asked me to pick you up." Yang Feiling said with a smile.

Great, Dong Cong cheered in his heart, finally he didn't have to practice this tiring bow drawing.

Coming to Yang Feiling's side, Dong Cong said goodbye to Master Wang and Master Xu, and happily winked at other classmates.

It was as if saying, you guys keep pulling the bow hard, I’m leaving now.

"Aunt, why did you pick me up in advance?" Dong Cong asked in a low voice, suppressing his happiness.

Yang Feiling also smiled and lowered her voice and said, "Tonight in my house, we will eat antique soup."

Dong Cong stopped and looked at Yang Feiling with doubt, "Eating antique soup, not going to Qingfeng?"

Yang Feiling paused, and suddenly remembered Qian Chunhua's disgusting look in the morning. Every time something happened at home, she would get involved. It was really annoying.

Maybe Dong Nianmei insisted on divorce this time because she was instigated by Qian Chunhua.

For a moment, a fierce look flashed in Yang Feiling's eyes. "If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous. If you want to blame someone, blame your own mother."

After thinking it over, Yang Feiling made a sudden decision to kidnap Zhao Qingfeng as well.

"Okay, you go and pick him." Yang Feiling coaxed Dong Cong like an old fox.

Dong Cong was very happy, and he jumped to Qingfeng's side, "Let's go to my aunt's house, and we'll have Gu Gu Tang tonight."

Zhao Qingfeng's face lit up with joy and he immediately put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

Along with Dong Cong, they followed behind Yang Feiling and jumped out of the academy.

He had long forgotten his mother's warning to him. Even if he thought of it now, he would retort that his mother only said not to leave with strangers.

But Dong Cong's aunt is not a stranger, she is Dong Cong's relative and also our neighbor.

It was this little bit of credulity that allowed Dong Cong and Zhao Qingfeng to easily get on the carriage arranged by Yang Feiling.

As soon as the two children entered the carriage, someone who had been waiting there covered their mouths and noses with a handkerchief soaked in sleeping pills, and they immediately fell unconscious.

The carriage quietly left the academy and headed towards the palace.