The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

For the position of the crown prince, the emperor already had a candidate in mind, but in order to temper the will of everyone more, he ordered the princes to go to the training ground to practice archery every day, and General Zhao Yan Zhao would personally demonstrate and supervise.

Zhao Zhanshen became famous at a young age and has a far-reaching reputation. He is the idol worshiped by many young men.

At the thought of being able to get up close to their idols, all the disciples waiting at the training ground were breathing heavily and feeling excited.

Seeing is better than hearing.

The man came pacing through the thick snow, wearing a black suit that outlined a strong physique. His eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were deep, and there was a vague sense of chilling and coldness.

People dare not look at him.

"Hello, General Zhao!"

Everyone couldn't help but straighten their backs. I don't know whether it was because they had stood in the snow for a long time, or because of other reasons, but the five fingers hanging by their sides were trembling violently.

Zhao Yan glanced at the princes one by one and said in a deep voice: "Since we already know the training content in advance, let's get straight to the point. Everyone has shot five hundred arrows today, and we can start now."

They had imagined that General Zhao might teach them some peerless martial arts, or let them ride horses, etc., but they did not expect this result.

Five hundred? !

This is the rhythm that makes your arms crippled.

Everyone's excitement was extinguished instantly. They looked at each other, feeling the fear in each other's eyes, and hesitated to make any move.

Li Linfeng took the lead in walking to the corresponding training position, picked up the arrow in the bamboo tube, and started training. Others also came to their positions and started taking action.

Zhao Yan looked around and occasionally corrected his posture himself.

The weather is bad today, the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and the snow on the ground is almost piled up to the ankles.

It was difficult to walk normally, let alone an activity like archery that required skill. His fingers were stiff and he could not obey the command. The younger prince gradually felt unable to do what he wanted and his speed slowed down.

Some people even fainted, and the guards quickly carried them into the lounge.

Zhao Yan shook his head when he saw it. His physical fitness was so poor. He used to win several ten rings at his age without even taking a breath. He is a pampered young man from an aristocratic family. He is like a chicken that has been killed for nothing. He can probably knock someone down with one punch.

I can't even get up.

He was deep in thought when suddenly there was a slight movement at his feet. He looked down and almost laughed angrily. He quickly bent over and hugged a naughty little guy in his arms: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the house and not come out? Why? Not obedient at all.”

"It's cold outside. If you freeze your stomach, you'll have vomiting and diarrhea again. It's you, Xiaojiu, who will suffer if you disobey."

Zhao Yan patted the kitten's butt gently but not harshly. Although he was scolding him, his hands were generating internal heat to keep the kitten away from the cold.

Song Jiu's cat ears twitched slightly, feeling a little guilty. He just felt that staying inside was too boring, so he came out to take a look.

Didn't mean to play devil's advocate.

Zhao Yan spoke in a low voice so that the princes who were training could hear him clearly. He frequently looked sideways while resting.

It turns out that the white cat is not only the emperor's pet, but also very popular with General Zhao.

Li Linfeng was glad that he had not attacked the white cat in Taoyuan. Otherwise, he would have offended two powerful people at once, and he might have missed the chance to become the crown prince.

Song Jiu watched everyone's training curiously and recognized a familiar figure among the group of people.

Because Li Chongyi had not eaten well since he was a child, he was malnourished and thin. Compared with his peers, Li Chongyi was shriveled up and looked like a bamboo pole from a distance.

It's only been a few days, and the injury on the boy's head must not have healed. Plus, it's been so cold today, so don't freeze your head.

For some reason, Song Jiu was a little worried about this stranger whom he had only met twice.

At first, the boy's accuracy was extremely high, and he hit several nine-ring targets. As the cold air entered his body, it gradually decreased to seven- and six-ring targets, and later he could no longer even touch the target.

But he stood stubbornly and refused to rest.

Li Chongyi felt that his body temperature was gradually dropping, and his teeth couldn't stop trembling. His hands, which were red from the cold, were cut open due to frequent pulling of the bow, and his hands were covered with blood.

The smell of rust filled the air, like being cut by a knife.

No, he must hold on and show his perseverance to General Zhao.

Thinking like this, Li Chongyi gritted his teeth, used his hands hard, and shot another arrow, but there was no doubt that it didn't even reach the edge of the target.

At this time, most of the people on the field had fallen down, but only a few people persisted in training without rest.

Li Linfeng felt powerless, panting like an ox, and wanted to take a break, but the little bastard could persist, so why couldn't he persist? So he continued to bend down to pick up the arrow.

Anyone can surpass him, but not the little bastard.

Hot and cold.

Li Chongyi was sweating profusely and couldn't hold on anymore, so he knelt down on one knee.

Still too weak.

He stared at the blood marks on his palms where the bowstring had strangled him, and laughed at himself.

Why did he suddenly fall down? Could it be that the wound opened?

Song Jiu's heart couldn't help but twitch. He quickly jumped out of Zhao Yan's arms, went to the lounge, and then ran towards the young man in the snow with a bottle in his mouth.

Meow——

A crisp cat meow came from his side. Li Chongyi came out of his thoughts and looked down to see the white cat that had helped him in the Taoyuan squatting on the ground.

A bottle of golden sore medicine is in his mouth.

When the blue-eyed kitten saw him looking over, he put the medicine down and pushed it in front of him with his paw.

"...for me?"

Seeing the cat wagging its tail and nodding, the boy's gloomy eyes were filled with disbelief.

The glistening white porcelain bottle was imprinted with golden lines. Before it was opened, a light and refreshing fragrance seemed to overflow from the bottle. The best medicine for gold sores is expensive and cannot be used except by high-ranking officials.

Most likely the white cat in front of me stole it.

"I don't need it, you take it back."

The young man pursed his lips and spoke harshly, rejecting Mao'er's kindness.

His eyes fluctuated for a moment before returning to his previous dead silence.

He clenched his bleeding hands tightly, feeling the clear pain. Only pain could make him remember the purpose of his life.

Mao'er is deeply favored by the emperor and General Zhao, and has a noble status. If he can seize this excellent opportunity, coupled with his own talent, it will definitely give him a lot of help.

But after careful consideration, Li Chongyi gave up using Mao'er. He wants to be a master, but subconsciously he is unwilling to hurt the kitten.

When other people saw this scene, they felt unspeakable jealousy in their hearts.

Being able to get the special care of an emperor's pet is sometimes a shortcut.