On this afternoon, it was time for the princes to practice martial arts.

There is a school field behind the Wenhua Palace, which is large enough to run horses on it. On this day, the grass and the arrow target were already placed on the school ground, and a field for the princes to practice arrows was set up.

Jun Huailang had a headache when he saw the bow and arrow.

He only learned some self-defense martial arts in his past life and this life, and basically never learned archery. After all, in Chang'an City, the children of aristocratic families learned archery, but only for hunting and feasting. In particular, he doesn't like to be in the limelight in this kind of thing, he has always been quiet, and he has never practiced such skills.

But the princes are more strict, and riding and shooting are all necessary skills.

After arriving at the school grounds, Xue Yunhuan happily dragged Jun Huailang to pick arrows. He weighed in and out, insisting on finding the heaviest one, but after being persuaded by the instructor, he reluctantly took a half-stone bow.

"I can pull a crossbow sooner or later!" Xue Yunhuan boasted to Jun Huailang, holding the bow. "At that time, I will ask the emperor for the will, let me go to the upper border to fight!"

Jun Huailang asked Fuyi to find a lighter one, and laughed when he heard the words: "If you can draw a bow and shoot arrows, you can become a general? Don't make the emperor angry, and teach him to scold you again."

Xue Yunhuan pouted in disapproval.

The princes and companions in the palace have all practiced archery, but Jun Huailang has not. After the instructor gave a brief explanation, the popes went to practice on their own.

The princes spread out and stood in their respective positions, each facing a target. Jun Huailang whispered to Xue Yunhuan that he had never learned archery, and Xue Yunhuan deliberately made him stand beside him.

Xue Yunhuan patted his chest and assured him, "I'm good at archery! Just watch my movements, and you can learn a lot."

Jun Huailang was reluctantly relieved.

When everyone started practicing, he stood there and watched Xue Yunhuan fire a few arrows. Unlike several other princes, Xue Yunhuan can indeed hit the target with an arrow, which is already outstanding.

After reading it several times, he followed Xue Yunhuan's action and drew the bow and arrow, aiming at the target.

This bow is quite heavy in hand, but didn't expect it to be very laborious when pulling the bowstring. The bowstring was tight and tenacious, and it held Jun Huailang's palm, so that he could not lift it up halfway.

Really, it's one thing to watch others do it, and another thing to do it yourself.

Jun Huailang began to feel a little annoyed, hating that he did not like to play in his previous life, Xijing. If I could learn before, I wouldn't be so embarrassed now.

He reluctantly raised his hand, his arm was hard, and he wanted to shoot a few arrows at will.

Just then, a hand was on his elbow.

Jun Huailang turned his face to the side, and saw Xue Yan standing beside him, his amber eyes drooping slightly, his eyes fell indifferently and quietly on the bow and arrow in his hand.

Close enough, Jun Huailang could see his long and thick eyelashes. Such deep and delicate facial features are not common to ordinary people in the Central Plains.

That kind of appearance matched his pale eyes and indifferent expression, giving him a unique masculinity and aggressiveness. What's more, he was a bit taller than Jun Huailang, and he pressed him so close that Jun Huailang couldn't help but want to hide to the side.

But Xue Yan's hand held him down.

"Drawing the bow like this will damage the muscles and veins." Xue Yan said.

Only then did Jun Huailang notice that Xue Yan's position was on the other side of him. He was visiting Xue Yunhuan urgently to learn his skills just now, and he didn't even notice who was standing on the other side of him.

Oh, I came here to teach myself archery...

Before he could speak, Xue Yan supported his elbow with one hand, flattened his arm, and pulled his hand to the center of gravity.

With this action, Jun Huailang was almost embraced by Xue Yan. Although there was no physical contact, he still felt a dangerous aura wrapped around him.

As if the territory was invaded by another male animal, Jun Huailang felt that it was a little hard to breathe.

"The elbows are raised, and the strings are pulled to the front of the neck." Xue Yan said, pressing his shoulders again, pinching his body to make him turn sideways, and pinching his shoulders to straighten his back.

At the mercy of Xue Yan, Jun Huailang reluctantly assumed a standard archery stance.

"The bowstring is full." Xue Yan said again.

Jun Huailang's subordinates used all his strength, and his arms trembled slightly. But for people who have never touched a bow, it is almost impossible to get the string full at the first stroke.

But for Xue Yan, it was different.

He was trained in the military camp since he was a child. Not to mention that he couldn't draw the bow, even if his shooting accuracy was not good, he would be beaten by the instructor. Under the pressure of that kind of high pressure, no matter how heavy the bow and arrow can be pulled away.

But Jun Huailang, who was in front of him, had a focused expression, but the half-opened bowstring remained in place for a long time.

Xue Yan was a little puzzled, did he not hear what he said?

But then, he saw that the little peacock's seemingly motionless arm had begun to tremble slightly due to the force.

The corners of Xue Yan's mouth couldn't help curling up.

Sure enough, such a beautiful and weak little peacock is not the group of people he saw at the border. Those who lead soldiers to fight, draw bows and shoot arrows have nothing to do with him, and they do not need him.

Thinking like this, Xue Yan raised his hand, put one hand on the bow arm, and held Jun Huailang's bow-drawing hand with the other, and pulled it back with ease to fully draw the bowstring.

But with his actions, Jun Huailang was also encircled by him.

Xue Yan's original intention was just to help him draw the bow, but following that, an untimely thought popped into his mind.

The figure of the little peacock is just right in his arms.

In particular, the refreshing woody fragrance on his body that made him feel at ease seemed to be trapped by him, making him a little addicted.

But soon, Xue Yan came back to his senses. He was a little guilty and looked down at Jun Huailang.

Jun Huailang didn't notice it at all. He was looking intently at the bullseye, wondering how to aim.

Xue Yan settled down, pressed Jun Huailang's arm, and led him to aim at the bullseye.

"Okay." After taking aim, Xue Yan let go.

Jun Huailang let go of the arrow. The arrow pierced through the air, and although it shifted a little under Jun Huailang's strength, it still clunked and nailed it to the target.

Xue Yunhuan, who watched nervously for a long time, couldn't help cheering: "I hit it!"

Jun Huailang's eyes also lit up with surprise, and a smile appeared on his face.

It was shot with an arrow! Although this was mostly due to Xue Yan's credit, the arrow shot from his hand and nailed to the target still gave him a strange sense of accomplishment.

Xue Yan stood beside him, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see his bright eyes.

Jun Huailang was born with a clear and outstanding appearance, but he was born with a cold look, looking alienated and cold. But when he laughed at this time, it was like a flower blooming in the melting snow, and people couldn't help but want to make him smile again, so as to teach him that this smile would last forever.

"Another arrow?" Xue Yan asked.

Jun Huailang, who has never been interested in archery, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Xue Yan raised his hand, took out a quiver beside him, skillfully drew a neat arc, and placed it on Jun Huailang's bow.

At this moment, the instructor not far away frowned.

"Your Highness," he said loudly. "Why aren't you in your place?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward. The prince and his companions in the field stopped when they heard his rebuke and looked this way.

This teacher has always liked the fourth prince, and the officials in the family were close to the Xu family of the fourth prince's mother-in-law Yi Jieyu, so he always favored him.

As for the fifth prince, he was the evil star that everyone feared. In addition, he stole the limelight from the fourth prince when he first arrived, so the teacher who taught him always thought he didn't exist and never bothered to teach him.

At this time, seeing him there instructing others to shoot arrows, the teacher was a little dissatisfied.

"His Royal Highness, it's better to practice diligently." He stood beside Xue Yan, and although his tone was respectful, he said unceremoniously. "It should be noted that being a good teacher is not a good character. You only need to train yourself. Other highnesses can only be taught by the lower officials. Please go back."

Beside him, Xue Yunsu had already laughed.

"I'm still in class, so I'm teaching others?" He laughed. "It seems that the master is not qualified to teach you, so in the future, don't come again."

Xue Yan glanced at him, let go of the bow in Jun Huailang's hand, and shoved the arrow into his hand again.

Then, he stepped forward, raised his hand, and took the bow from the teacher's hand.

The bow foot was half a stone, and the bowstring was extremely tight. Even for a trainee, it was not easy to pull it off.

When Xue Yan took the bow, the teacher subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand and take it back, but Xue Yan's movements were neat and powerful, and the bow had already fallen into Xue Yan's hand as soon as he withdrew his hand.

Then, he met Xue Yan's cold gaze.

The next moment, Xue Yan pulled out an arrow on the side, stood there, bent the bow, and drew the bow full as soon as he retracted his arm, without aiming, he raised his hand sideways, and the arrow was shot out with a swoosh. Shen Sheng, nailed to the center of the target.

The position he was standing was still very biased, not facing the target.

For a time, everyone watching the excitement was stunned. Xue Yunhuan, who was next to him, couldn't help but exclaimed, looking at Xue Yan with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Yan drew another arrow and glanced at the teacher.

The teacher's face was already ugly.

From such a tricky angle, without aiming, he can quickly hit the red heart, and with such a heavy bow, even he can't do it.

Naturally, he didn't know that Xue Yan was in Yan County, and he never learned the kung fu in Beijing. He was facing a fierce and unpredictable Turkic enemy. In the fire of war and the rain of arrows, he pierced through Yang at a hundred paces and took down the head of the thief with one arrow.

When he met Xue Yan's gaze, he read undisguised sarcasm.

Then, before everyone came back to their senses, Xue Yan's second arrow shot out.

This time, there was a crisp "click" sound from the wood on the target.

When everyone looked, they saw that the second arrow passed through the body of the first arrow from the end of the arrow, splitting the slender wooden body in half. The cluster of arrows shot into the bullseye against the previous cluster of arrows, and immediately shot through the target. The cluster of arrows of the previous arrow fell from behind the target to the ground with a clatter.

For a time, needles could be heard throughout the school grounds. The people around were laughing and watching the excitement, but they were all dumbfounded at this time, looking at the arrow that was shot in half on the ground in the distance.

After a while, Xue Yan snorted softly.

"Master," he said slowly, his voice indifferent and calm. "In that case, am I qualified to teach him?"