teach?
How to teach?
Qin Ge soon found out.
Jun Chenbi stood close behind Qin Ge.
The term "close embrace" means that Jun Chenbi hugged Qin Ge from behind, his body pressed against Qin Ge's waist, one hand around Qin Ge's arm to draw the bow, the other holding an arrow nocked on the string, the young emperor's chin resting gently on Qin Ge's shoulder, almost cheek to cheek.
Qin Ge could feel the tyrant's breath brushing against her face and gently landing on her neck.
He felt uneasy and wanted to avoid it.
The next second, as if sensing his intention, Jun Chenbi reached out and supported him, straightening his waist.
The original owner was raised as a girl from a young age. In order to maintain a woman's slender figure, she was not even allowed to eat more. In addition, she was weak since childhood, so her waist was much thinner than that of a woman.
That hand rested on his lower back, touching his waist.
Qin Ge doesn't have many sensitive spots, but her waist is definitely one.
Upon being touched by Jun Chenbi, Qin Ge's body stiffened slightly. He couldn't help but call out softly, his voice trembling slightly, "Your Majesty..."
I wanted him to take his hand away.
Unfortunately, the tyrant showed no sign of restraint. Instead, he moved his hands around Qin Ge's waist, stroking his abdomen as if he were carefully measuring his size, or as if he were a frivolous playboy wantonly taking liberties with him.
Finally, the tyrant whispered in Qin Ge's ear, with a slightly puzzled tone, "My dear minister, how come you, a man, have such a slender waist? It's even more slender than a woman's."
Qin Ge: "..."
The slightly burning breath brushed against my ear like sparks.
He gritted his teeth inwardly.
He thought to himself:
How many women's waists have you touched?
Jun Chenbi seemed to know what Qin Ge was thinking, "I have only ever touched the waist of the Imperial Concubine. My dear minister, your waist is just as slender as the Imperial Concubine's."
Qin Ge: "..."
Of course.
We're all the same person, how can we be different?
Of course, Qin Ge only dared to complain in his heart; he couldn't say it out loud.
For a moment, Qin Ge was completely unaware that the tyrant was... blatantly testing him.
Seeing that the top scholar didn't respond, Jun Chenbi didn't press the matter. He turned his deep gaze away, looking into the distance at the target, but whispered in Qin Ge's ear: "For an archer to hit the bullseye, he must first become one with the arrow in his hand, as one with it..."
"Come on, straighten your back, stand still, legs apart..."
The tyrant began his teaching.
He touched Qin Ge's waist and legs, straightened his waist, and slightly spread his legs apart.
Qin Ge: I'll endure it.
Jun Chenbi moved his hand back and placed it on Qin Ge's arm. A sharp glint flashed in his narrow phoenix eyes as he spoke, his bright red lips brushing against Qin Ge's neck: "Keep your eyes sharp, and keep your hands steady—"
The words fell.
Jun Chenbi loosened his grip on Qin Ge's fingers, and the arrow nocked on the bowstring shot out with a "whoosh."
In the blink of an eye, it hit the bright red bullseye!
Jun Chenbi remained calm and composed, saying, "Come on, try again."
Qin Ge: "..."
Let me go first.
**
Qin Ge originally came to the Longji Hall to be on duty and to organize the emperor's memorials, but he never expected that Jun Chenbi would drag him along to "teach him" archery for an entire afternoon.
But he had to pretend to be a weak scholar who knew nothing about archery, in order to satisfy the tyrant's "teaching desire".
Learning archery, including drawing a bow and shooting arrows, is also a physically demanding task. In the end, Qin Ge was covered in a light sweat.
Of course, the sweat wasn't entirely from archery practice; it was also due to the tyrant's "personal" instruction...
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