The seventeenth prince had just finished the archery test in the two subjects of riding and archery. He was walking to the stable when he saw his father on the high platform looking down with interest. He asked the eunuch beside him in confusion, "What's going on?"
The eunuch went to inquire about it and reported back, "The emperor wants His Highness the Ninth Prince to compete in archery with Young Masters Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan."
The Seventeenth Prince's expression became somewhat subtle.
Two years ago, when Rong Ting was thirteen, he made a stunning debut while sparring with foreign warriors who came to pay tribute.
From then on, his mother forced him to practice archery.
All the sins he suffered were caused by him.
The seventeenth prince gritted his teeth, stopped walking, and said, "Don't worry, we'll go to the horse farm later."
He wanted to stay in the martial arts field and see what would happen to his ninth brother.
The seventeenth prince asked the eunuch beside him, "Do you think he can win?"
The eunuch said, "Master Xie's archery skills are well-known far and wide. Your Highness the Ninth Prince... I don't think Your Highness the Ninth Prince has much chance of winning. If Your Highness the Seventeenth Prince were to go, perhaps you could change your career."
The seventeenth prince curled the corners of his lips.
Just now, he scored nine out of ten in the archery test, which was A-level.
He has been taught by the best teachers in the past two years.
Who else can teach Rong Ting?
Even though Yan Nanxun is the best in Dazhao, he is just a Confucian scholar and cannot be a martial arts master.
Besides, a disabled person, even if he could be taught by a martial arts master, how powerful could he become?
The seventeenth prince glanced towards the archery arena.
Although he really wanted to go to the martial arts arena and watch Rong Ting make a fool of himself.
But his mother said that he had to be generous and tolerant in front of his father so that he could win over his brothers in his heart.
The Seventeenth Prince suppressed the impulse in his heart and ordered the eunuch beside him, "Find a hidden position and watch from the side of the martial arts field. If you have any news, tell me as soon as possible."
The first arrow.
"Mr. Liu missed the target with his first arrow, while Mr. Xie and His Highness the Ninth Prince both hit the bull's eye."
The smile on the Seventeenth Prince's face gradually faded.
The eunuch reported the same thing about the second and third arrows.
The seventeenth prince suddenly became anxious. He frowned, not wanting to hear Rong Ting hit the bull's eye again more than anyone else.
I am even more afraid that Xie Tongyan will make a mistake.
Xie Tongyan also began to get scared.
He didn't take the first two arrows seriously.
But the more time went on, the more I realized that the boy in the wheelchair next to me was no small character.
He sat in a wheelchair, with a low sight; but the target was not lowered, and he shot
Whether you are an expert or a layman, you all know that the difficulty of hitting the bull's eye is more difficult than that of ordinary people.
But compared to the anxious look on his face that looked like sweat was dripping from it, the young man remained calm and composed.
Draw the bow with long fingers, and the force breaks the rainbow.
If he could stand up, how mighty would he be?
Xie Tongyan didn't dare to think about it.
…
It’s the ninth arrow.
Xie Tongyan was already a little tired.
For the first time today, he shot eight arrows in a row, all hitting the bull's eye.
I wonder if changing the ninth arrow will work.
His shoulders felt as heavy as if a mountain was pressing down on them. He clenched his fingers, then loosened them.
The arrow has left the bow.
Still a bullseye.
Xie Tongyan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon what followed was even heavier pressure.
The tenth arrow has not been hit yet and the outcome is still undecided.
The seventeenth prince heard that Xie Tongyan and Rong Ting both hit the target nine times out of nine.
Although he was unhappy, he said, "If it's a draw, it's not a win, and my father may not be satisfied."
On the high platform, Emperor Zhaowu looked at the situation and shook his head, obviously somewhat dissatisfied.
What he wanted was for Rong Ting to be superior to the others, rather than to be tied, so that he could give Elder Liu and Prime Minister Xie a sense of power.
Liu Heguang was indeed the dandy boy as rumored, but he did not expect that Xie Tongyan actually had some skills in archery.
This made him feel that his ninth son was not as talented as he had imagined.
But at this moment, something went wrong with Xie Tongyan's last arrow.
He was so tired that his arms couldn't help shaking, and the last arrow missed the bull's eye and hit the ring next to the bull's eye.
Liu Heguang, who had long given up the competition and had been waiting on the side, said "Ouch" and hit Xie Tongyan on the shoulder in dissatisfaction, "What a pity, why did you have to have a problem with the last arrow?"
Xie Tongyan's brows were tightly knitted.
He was in a bad mood because he failed at the last minute. When he heard Liu Heguang's complaining and questioning, he could no longer control his anger. He threw the bow heavily to the ground and pushed Liu Heguang hard.
If he hadn't said the wrong thing in front of Emperor Zhaowu, he wouldn't have lost face.
He felt annoyed whenever he looked at Liu Heguang.
Liu Heguang was also very annoyed and said angrily, "His last arrow may not work."
Xie Tongyan glanced at Liu Heguang.
"idiot"
He and Rong Ting competed in nine-arrow shooting competitions. He knew better than anyone how powerful Rong Ting was.
After nine arrows were fired, he was already sweating profusely.
There was no sign of fatigue on Rong Ting's face, he remained as calm and composed as at the beginning.
As if what he held in his hand was not the power to kill the wild beast.
The beast used not a powerful crossbow to repel the enemy, but a red pen without much weight.
The action of drawing the bow has been smooth and flowing.
Xie Tongyan was so angry that he turned around and left, not wanting to face his own failure.
Suddenly, I heard the servant behind me say, "Dingshou, it was Dingshou, the Ninth Prince's last arrow did not hit the bull's eye."
There are unexpected twists and turns.
Xie Tongyan was delighted.
I looked back, but was just standing there in a daze.
The place is in a mess.
The arrow that Rong Ting shot later replaced the arrow that he had shot into the target.
And his arrow, from the feather to the shaft, was split into two and fell to the ground.
How is this different from shooting into the bull's eye?
This skill is even more effective in hitting the bull's eye.
Rong Ting held the bow and slowly put it down.
He looked back, not a drop of sweat on his jade-like face, and said with a faint smile: "Brother, I'm grateful for your kindness."
From the high platform, the sound of Emperor Zhaowu's hearty laughter could be heard.
He originally thought that the two children were equally skilled in archery, but he felt a little unhappy when he thought that the minister's son was on par with his son.
But a draw under the current circumstances was simply not what he wanted. Anyone could see that his Xiaojiu was able to hit the target every time.
It was just to save some face for Prime Minister Xie's son.
Tomorrow, the people of Jinling will surely talk about this competition. When the news reaches the ears of Elder Liu and Prime Minister Xie, it will not only let them know that the imperial power cannot be challenged, but also give them some face, demonstrating the mercy and tolerance of their royal family.
Beside Emperor Zhaowu, the chief eunuch Li Ren, when he heard Emperor Zhaowu's hearty laughter, he knew that the emperor was truly happy today.
He looked at Rong Ting's elegant figure in the martial arts field, and a sense of awe inexplicably arose in his heart.
Two years ago, when foreign nations came to pay tribute, the thirteen-year-old boy was like a newborn calf, with sharp eyes, sharp edges and corners, arrogant, competitive, and able to win.
Later, his legs were seriously injured, and after returning from Yecheng, he seemed like a different person.
He originally thought that it was this serious injury that swallowed up the Ninth Prince's edge, causing him to be unable to recover and become a useless person.
But now, that high-spirited young man is back.
Even compared to the aggressive approach in the past, people now know how to leave room for maneuver.
In the palace, which prince can do this?
The old eunuch who had been in the palace for more than thirty years did not dare to underestimate the fifteen-year-old Rong Ting.
He stood beside Emperor Zhaowu and reminded him, "Your Majesty, you just said that the winner will be rewarded."
The seventeenth prince came to Emperor Zhaowu and heard
When he heard Li Ren's words, his expression turned slightly grim.
The old eunuch Li Ren has become a shrewd man after spending so much time in the palace.
He treated all the concubines in the palace and all the princes equally, never showed favoritism to anyone, and never spoke well of anyone in front of his father. He only considered things for his father and was his father's most trusted palace maid.
But today, Li Ren... is he speaking well of Rong Ting?
The seventeenth prince was filled with hatred.
Why did the assassin only cripple Rong Ting's leg that time? Failed to take Rong Ting’s life directly!
Emperor Zhaowu was reminded by Li Ren and immediately smiled and said, "Call those two children over."
Everyone present knew that although this competition seemed to be a draw, Rong Ting's archery skills were far superior to Xie Tongyan's.
There is a huge difference between being able to hit the target every time and having ordinary archery skills.
Some people who are skilled in archery can fail even after practicing for a lifetime and cannot hit the target every time.
When Xie Tongyan held the golden leaves given to him by Emperor Zhaowu, he was so angry that his face turned blue.
A handful of gold leaves, a toy for children, was clearly a mockery of his inferior skills.
But in return he knelt on the ground and thanked the emperor for his "great grace".
Emperor Zhaowu looked at Rong Ting and asked him, "Does Xiaojiu want any reward?"
The sound of wind swept across the entire martial arts field.
The seventeenth prince did not want to see Rong Ting being rewarded with something too good, so he took advantage of his childishness and said, "Ninth brother has been copying rare books a lot recently. Father, please reward him with a good red brush."
He did not dare to appear too willful in front of Emperor Zhaowu, so he added, "If father does not give me a reward, I will give it to my ninth brother myself."
"No need." Rong Ting said, "It's the flood season in Nanzhang now, so everything should be kept simple and not extravagant."
The seventeenth prince choked.
It's not that he didn't hear the rumors in the academy at the time, he even intended to fuel them.
However, Rong Ting's performance in front of his father today completely dispelled the rumors.
Emperor Zhaowu was indeed extremely satisfied. He asked Rong Ting, "Then what do you want me to reward you with?"
"I don't want those material possessions."
Rong Ting said, "I want to move out of the palace and live alone."
…
According to the custom of the Dazhao royal family, the prince would be separated from the imperial city and live outside the palace at the age of sixteen.
Once the crown prince is appointed, the other princes will leave Jinling and go to their own fiefdoms.
The seventeenth prince was stunned.
The Queen Mother told him two days ago that when Rong Ting returned to the palace, she would find a way to find his fault, imprison him in the palace, and never let him go to the White Egret Academy again.
But if Rong Ting is allowed to leave the palace, how can the Queen Mother find an opportunity to imprison him in the palace?
All the spies deployed outside Shouhuai Palace were in vain.
The seventeenth prince hurriedly stopped him, "Ninth brother can't get the age to leave the palace."
Since Empress Jiahe was not around, he didn't know how to respond. He stammered, "After Ninth Brother leaves the palace, Mother will be sad."
"I have been injured in my leg for a year, which delayed me for a year. I know that I have fallen behind in my studies, so I want to leave the palace and live alone, closer to the academy and the teacher. The queen mother is sensible and will understand."
Rong Ting glanced at Little Seventeen and spoke slowly, "Besides, Little Seventeen's schoolwork has always worried Mother. I really can't bear to have me around Mother and add more gray hair to her hair. I am not being unfilial, I just want to share Mother's worries."
The seventeenth prince was no match for his sharp tongue. He didn't know how to refute him when he heard the thorns in his words, saying that he couldn't keep up with his studies. He clenched his fists, feeling uncomfortable.
For Emperor Zhaowu, although it was rare for a 15-year-old prince to live outside the palace and have his own residence, it was not too exceptional.
He agreed to Rong Ting's request.
…
Everyone in the entire hunting ground was talking about the competition that had just taken place.
Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan were like drowned dogs, being ridiculed by everyone.
Only one person was not interested in their discussions and frowned.
Jiang Rao had just watched Rong Ting shooting arrows there.
Everyone else was cheering, but she was frowning.
The last time Rong Ting rescued her brother, she was hit in the shoulder by the recoil of the arrow. Come to think of it, it was only half a year ago.
What if I get hurt again this time?
After Emperor Zhaowu left the hunting ground, Jiang Rao walked towards Rong Ting, but after taking a few steps, she saw a woman stopping Rong Ting from afar.
She frowned uncomfortably and recognized the back figure as Shen Xiuying.
…
Shen Xiuying had mustered up the courage to talk to Rong Ting, but when she really faced him, she immediately felt a little scared when she thought about how many people's blood was stained on his hands in his previous life.
Seeing Rong Ting wearing a coat on his shoulders, she inexplicably remembered how he took care of Jiang Rao in her previous life, and said softly, "I'm cold."
"It's blocking the way."
It’s not that Rong Ting doesn’t understand romance, it’s that there’s not a trace of romance in his eyes. His gaze is even as cold as a blade. “Get out of the way.”
Shen Qinying hated it to death.
If he would not become the emperor of Dazhao in the future, why would she bother to please this cripple?
She smiled with curved lips and handed a handkerchief forward, very considerately
Xindi said to Rong Ting: "You have sweat on your forehead, wipe it off."
"You must be tired." She showed the greatest tenderness.
Rong Ting didn't answer, his face full of impatience.
"There's something on your face. You should wipe it off."
Shen Xiuying was stunned and touched her face, "What is it?"
"ugly."
After Rong Ting finished speaking, he left without showing any mercy.
Chen Xiuying was left standing there, her face pale and extremely embarrassed, and she angrily threw the handkerchief to the ground.
Rong Ting walked in front of Jiang Rao.
Compared to the sinister and prickly person just now, he seemed like a different person and became obedient.
He drooped his eyes and looked weak.
Somehow, when Jiang Rao saw that he ignored Shen Xiuying who had caused trouble for her, the unhappiness in her heart disappeared.
But she saw that Rong Ting seemed to be a little bit abnormal, and frowned in worry. She wrote on his palm and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
Rong Ting, however, held her hand as she was about to let go after she finished writing.
He held her warm little hand, raised his eyes, and said pitifully, "I'm cold."
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【Weekend Benefits∥Parallel Time and Space】
It's September and the heat is still there.
A sports meet between the two schools.
A figure on the basketball court attracted the attention of almost everyone present.
There were only two minutes left in the game.
The score was firmly suppressed at 38:10.
The outcome was no longer in doubt, but everyone was staring at the young man in the red jersey on the field.
Last minute.
41:10.
The last thirty seconds.
44:10.
The boy's final three-point dunk and the final victory triggered a frenzy of cheers from the audience. No. 1 Middle School won!
The girls screamed one after another. Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan walked back from the field, but they were very disdainful and said, "It's not luck that's the reason for the change."
After Rong Ting finished playing, he didn't even look at the score, as if winning or losing had nothing to do with him. He picked up his school uniform hanging on the railing and walked to a place with fewer people.
The students from No. 2 Middle School looked at his back and took the opportunity to ask, "Who is that?"
Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan seized the opportunity.
"He is the adopted son of the Rong family. He was adopted when he was eight years old. Don't think he is a good person. I heard that when the class was collecting fees at the beginning of the school year, the money was almost lost. Didn't everyone say that he stole it..."
"He stole it."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
One was hit on the head.
I turned around and saw the class monitor.
The two of them immediately shrank their necks.
Looking up from the deadly angle, the girl's delicate and fair facial lines are still as beautiful as a 3D doll.
Jiang Rao held two bottles of mineral water in her hands and hit them hard again.
"The money was collected by the Youth League Secretary who put it at home and forgot to bring it back. It has nothing to do with him."
"Our school just scored 44 points, 36 of which were his. Without him, we would have lost. What's the point of having you?"
Jiang Rao held a bottle of mineral water in her hand and waved it in front of the sweaty men, but finally took it away and said, "I won't give you the water. I'll save it for the heroes who have made contributions."
Jiang Rao raised her head and looked for Rong Ting's figure.
In the southwest corner of the basketball court, a young boy was seen leaning against the wall alone.
He seemed to be looking over here as well, but just happened to look away at this moment.
In the shadows, the lines of the profile are beautiful but not feminine.
Jiang Rao transferred here as a freshman in high school. The first person she saw when she entered the classroom was him.
A person was sitting in the corner of the last row, sleeping on the table with his head tilted so that people could see his profile.
She thought he was beautiful then.
A year later, I think he is handsome again.
No matter where you stand, you’ll feel like you’re taking a photo for a magazine.
It doesn't seem out of place to put tags like #cold and cool academic master##good-looking academic god##school uniform gentleman##campus male god# on the pictorial.
However, the frequent bruises and wounds on his body, his habit of being late and leaving early, his habit of not being present at every exam, and his incompatible personality made him far from being a good student.
Jiang Rao was walking towards him with two bottles of mineral water, but suddenly stopped.
Someone came to him earlier than her.
Chen Xiuying held up a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Rong Ting, a little shyly, "Here's some water. You must be very tired and thirsty."
Rong Ting looked at her coldly and did not answer it.
Shen Xiuying's hand holding the mineral water bottle was a little tight, "Then can you help me open the bottle cap? I'm thirsty and want to drink water, but I'm too weak."
Rong Ting lost all his patience. "Go 500 meters ahead and turn left. The water in the lake in the center of the school is enough for you to drink."
Shen Qinying's face fell and she ran away in anger.
Jiang Rao saw that he seemed to be in a bad mood, so she didn't want to go forward and join in the fun.
I won the game but I'm in a bad mood.
Weird.
She muttered.
But looking at Shen Xiuying's back as she walked away angrily, she felt inexplicably good.
She and he didn't start talking to each other until they sat at the same table for half a year, and now it's been more than a year and they are finally close.
If others could easily approach him, she would think there was something wrong with her.
Her desk mate waved at her.
Jiang Rao ran over.
"Little monitor."
His voice was low and weary.
He lowered his head, and became a little closer in height to the girl who was originally a head shorter than him.
He also looked a little tired, "I'm tired."
"Change thirst."
Jiang Rao immediately handed the bottle of mineral water in her hand forward.
"My wrist hurts too."
Delicate.
But thinking about the points he just got by himself.
Jiang Rao helped him unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle.
Rong Ting suddenly stretched out his hand and took out the bottle of orange juice that she had put in her school uniform pocket. The bottle was sloshing around in the huge pocket.
To be precise, she drank half of it, leaving only half a bottle of orange juice.
"Eh? Don't you dislike sweet things?"
“I have low blood sugar.”
"But this drink..." Jiang Rao frowned, "It's too sweet."
And...she had drunk it.
"Um."
Rong Ting had already gulped down a few big gulps of liquid from the bottle cap, his eyes lowered, his gaze gloomy, but he was still staring at her.
Adam's apple rolling.
"It's too sweet," he said.
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