91. You all bully me.
"Grand Tutor!" the little princess interrupted, raising her hand. "This is so boring, let's just shoot arrows!"
The young prince squatted on the ground and drew circles: "Grand Tutor, isn't a quarter of an hour enough to talk about these wooden and bamboo things?"
The second brother had already started poking at the ant nest with the arrow shaft, while the little dumpling looked up at the clouds in the sky.
This is so boring!
Qu Zijin sighed: "Alright, alright, let's get to the practical part then."
"Yay!" The four little ones perked up immediately and cheered.
"First, heels touch, toes slightly apart," Qu Zijin demonstrated the movement.
Although he appears refined and cultured, he is proficient in all six arts of a gentleman: rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics.
The children all imitated his actions.
The little girl carefully put her feet together and tried her best to pick up the bow and arrow, which was supposed to be the smallest specially made bow, but was still half her height.
A gust of wind blew by, and the little dumpling with a big head and a small body swayed like a roly-poly toy.
Qu Zijin quickly caught her and said, "No rush, take your time."
"Grand Tutor!" Second Brother puffed out his chest. "I can shoot arrows!"
Before Qu Zijin could respond, he had already drawn his bow. With a "whoosh," the arrow flew out shakily and landed just on the edge of the target.
As someone who aspires to be a great hero, how could he not know such cool archery and horseback riding skills?
Of course I learned it a long time ago!
Finally free from studying, it's his turn to shine in his area of expertise!
"Wow!"
Sure enough, the little princess clapped her hands and jumped up: "Amazing!"
The little dumpling's eyes widened: "Second brother is awesome!"
The second brother proudly raised his chin and drew another arrow: "This is nothing, I can shoot even more accurately!"
Upon seeing this, the little prince's face immediately turned bright red: "I...I can do it too!"
He frantically drew his bow, the bowstring snapped, grazed the arrow, and the arrow fell right in front of his feet.
"Hahaha!" The little princess laughed so hard she almost fell over. "What a short distance!"
"No, that's not it!" The little prince angrily drew another arrow. "I just slipped!"
This time the arrow did fly out, but it landed crookedly in the haystack next to the target.
Seeing this, the second brother became even more smug: "Watch this!"
He drew his bow again, and this time the arrow was even closer to the bullseye.
"Wow!" As a loyal fan of "Jin Yong," the little girl immediately cheered and screamed.
The young prince stamped his feet in frustration: "Again! I must hit the target!"
Qu Zijin frowned: "You two, archery is about self-cultivation, there's no need for that..."
"Grand Tutor!" The young prince had already nocked another arrow. "Let me try one more time!"
"Exactly!" the second brother retorted, not to be outdone. "I can shoot even better!"
The two children chatted back and forth, their hands moving faster and faster, arrows flying out one after another, but gradually missing the target.
The little princess clapped and cheered from the sidelines, "Go Jiayou! Go Lizhi!"
The little dumpling cheered and shouted at first, but then its voice gradually quieted down.
She watched as the little prince and his second brother were sweating profusely, their faces flushed, determined to prove themselves, their initial joy completely gone.
Is this... not a good idea?
The little dumpling hesitantly tugged at the little princess's sleeve: "Little Cloud, this doesn't seem quite right..."
"What's wrong with it!" the little princess said dismissively. "It's so much fun!"
"Jin Lizhi!" Qu Zijin's face darkened. "Stop immediately!"
"Your Highness!" He then turned to the young prince, "As a prince, you should..."
The young prince ignored him and gritted his teeth as he fired another arrow.
This time, the arrow grazed the target and landed on the tree trunk behind it.
"Haha, Your Highness missed again!" The second brother proudly raised his bow. "Watch this!"
"How dare you!" The young prince's eyes suddenly reddened. "How dare you mock me!"
The second brother was taken aback, not expecting him to suddenly become angry, but then he stubbornly said, "I... I was just telling the truth..."
"I'm not having it!" The little prince's face turned bright red as he pointed at his second brother and said, "You're just relying on what you learned before, that's not fair!"
The second brother immediately retorted, "Who said that! It was clearly your own fault for missing, and you're blaming me for being good?"
"You!" The little prince stomped his foot in anger. "If I had studied this, I would be a hundred times better than you!"
"Hmph, if you can't play, just say so!"
"Insolence!" Qu Zijin shouted angrily, "Do you two really think I'm just ignoring you?!"
He first berated his second brother: "Jin Lizhi, you provoked this conflict by using your strengths to bully the enemy's weaknesses. Is this what you call chivalry? Even if you win, it's an unfair victory, and there's nothing to be proud of!"
The second brother then realized the problem, but stubbornly pursed his lips and refused to admit his mistake.
Qu Zijin then scolded the young prince: "Your Highness, as a prince, you have no royal dignity whatsoever. All you know is how to be competitive and belligerent. How can you shoulder great responsibilities? If you are not as skilled as others, you should study and practice diligently instead of blaming others for not giving way to you. You should know that in future conflicts between nations, there will be no fairness."
Upon hearing this, the young prince burst into tears: "You all bully me... you all bully me because I have no one to stand up for me..."
He turned and ran away.
"Your Highness!" Qu Zijin called out hurriedly, but the little prince had already run far away.
The scene froze for a moment.
The little dumpling stood there, bewildered, her tiny hands clutching the hem of her clothes tightly.
The little princess rarely showed a look of panic: "Jiayou, he..."
"I'm going to find him," Qu Zijin said in a deep voice, and immediately strode away.
"Wait, wait, Yue'er!" The little dumpling immediately chased after her.
"I'm going to find Jiayou too!" the little princess followed closely behind.
The little dumpling tried its best to move its short legs, its footsteps making a clattering sound, almost like it was running at lightning speed.
She strained with all her might to catch up with Qu Zijin, who was striding ahead, and grabbed his clothes with her little hands: "Grand...Grand Tutor..."
Qu Zijin paused, scooped her up, and continued forward.
"Me! Me! Me too!" The little princess jumped up and down anxiously from behind.
Qu Zijin had to stop again, then took her hand and continued chasing.
The three hurriedly chased after him, leaving only the second brother standing alone on the training ground.
As the autumn wind blew, it stirred up a few withered leaves, and my second brother suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
"I...I didn't mean to..." he muttered softly, kicking a small pebble on the ground.
Recalling the way the little prince cried and said "no one is there to support me," I suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
He lost his mother, and his father didn't visit him often.
He bullied him, which was really wrong...
"But... he was the one who started it..." The second brother felt more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, but he also vaguely felt that he had indeed gone too far.
He squatted down, picked up the small bow from the ground, and felt a burning sensation on his face as he recalled his earlier smugness.
"How about... I apologize?" The thought had barely crossed his mind when he dismissed it. "No, that would be too embarrassing..."
"But, but what I did was really wrong..."
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