Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Wen Jiu seemed to know what Qiao Shinian was thinking, and explained, "That's because we were fleeing back from the war-torn border at the beginning. Didn't you notice that the further we went back, the easier our lives became?

In Zhou, at first glance, the people are very poor, but if you look closely, the nobles are also very poor. I looked at Yu'an's clothes. Although she was wearing gold and silver, the fabric of her clothes was not the latest silk style.

There was also the prince who stood up to speak for her. He didn't have much gold thread on his body, but he had a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.

What does this show? The royal family of Zhou State is not as luxurious as the royal family of Chu State.

The Zhou State has only been a great power for a short time. Before that, they were a small country that was exploited. They have only risen rapidly in the past decade or so, so their foundation is still slightly insufficient.

Their palace maids and eunuchs are not as well dressed as the ones I brought here who are also useless pawns!

So to sum up, Zhou State is poor and cannot fight again! They have already gained both money and men in this battle. If they fight again, they will probably show their weakness.

A qualified monarch knows how to cultivate himself and rest, so now he needs to let the soldiers rest and store the war horses and food to pave the way for greater benefits next time."

"What you said seems to make sense, but don't you know that women are very narrow-minded? What if that princess bribed someone in our courtyard to poison you and you died? The Zhou Kingdom will only say that it was a conflict within your Chuwen Kingdom.

Or, if one day you fall off your horse and die, they will say that it is because you are not a good rider.

And what’s more, push you into the pond and say you fell in accidentally.

......"

Qiao Shinian silently pondered over the palace fighting methods in novels and comics.

The more she talked, the more Wen Jiu became silent. Finally, Wen Jiu asked tentatively, "Sister, we are in the same group, right?"

"Of course!" Qiao Shinian was puzzled.

"Then can you look forward to me a little?"

"So, you have no solution to the example I just gave?" Qiao Shinian asked cautiously.

Wen Jiu nodded slowly: "I thought about it, I was impulsive at that time. Well, who isn't an impulsive teenager?" Wen Jiu carefully raised his head to look at Qiao Shinian's expression.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Jiu let out a shrill scream from the bedroom.

"Ah~~! Sister, be gentle, please!"

Chunxue, who was ostracized and had to clean the kitchen alone, rushed into the room as soon as she heard Wen Jiu's screams, and saw Qiao Shinian pressing on Wen Jiu's back, and Wen Jiu's voice gradually turned into sobs of grievance.

Hearing someone break in, the two people who were stretching looked up at Haruyuki standing at the door, stunned.

Wen Jiu coughed twice: "Well, I'm fine. Go and tell them that without my order, no one is allowed to come in or peek."

"Yes." Haruyuki lowered his head, closed the door respectfully, and walked outside.

During lunch, everyone saw Wen Jiu walking out of the room with trembling legs.

For a moment, many people's eyes wandered to Qiao Shinian, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

·

Wen Jiu was still very interested in the etiquette and music class in the afternoon and attended it together.

"Sister, what musical instruments can you play?" Wen Jiu asked in a low voice.

Qiao Shinian shrugged: "I only know how to play the piano and violin, and I haven't learned the guzheng yet."

Wen Jiu nodded. He had never heard any of them, so he thought Qiao Shinian didn't know how to play the instruments here.

After the etiquette and music class, Wen Jiu rubbed his sore shoulders. He had been trying to keep his posture correct the whole afternoon, and the etiquette teacher had whipped him at least ten times. He used a thin and long branch, which looked quite old, but the pain it caused was no less severe.

After the draw, he pretended to say, "Your Highness, I am a strict teacher. I feel a great sense of responsibility for the royal nobles who have no gentlemanly demeanor. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Wen Jiu curled his lips and wanted to say something polite, but the pain in his body told him that he didn't like this sanctimonious, dry old man either.

If you want to beat him up, just say so. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why are you making so many excuses?

During the horse riding and archery class in the afternoon, Wen Jiu looked at the commander in front of him. The man was wearing heavy armor and stared at him with disdain and a hint of coldness.

"From now on, I will be the one teaching you. Riding a horse is a simple thing, so you should learn archery first." After saying that, he looked at the other princes and young masters who were practicing target shooting.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Wen Jiu. What Wen Jiu said this morning had angered everyone, but he kept calling them "kill him" and "worthless life".

This forced these people of status to evaluate their own status and the value of their lives. Their lives are not cheap!

"What's your name? What shall I call you from now on!" Wen Jiu was also very rude to the other party.

"Your Highness, you can just call me Commander Jin." He took out a bow from a soldier beside him and threw it to Wen Jiu, "Your Highness, try to pull it open. Let me see how strong your arm is. This way, I can teach you better."

Wen Jiu looked at the worn wooden bow in his hand, then at the princes and nobles who wanted to see him make a fool of himself. He lightly pried the bowstring with his fingers and gently pulled it into a full moon shape.

Commander Jin's eyes changed slightly, and then he turned around and asked his men to fetch another bow.

Seeing Wen Jiu easily draw three bows, she nudged Chun Xue beside her and asked excitedly, "Wen Jiu, is this considered amazing?"

“Okay.” Haruyuki’s eyes were also filled with surprise.

Finally, Wen Jiu looked at the best bow and asked, "Commander Jin, do you mind if I use your bow?"

Commander Jin's face was as gloomy as water, and there was deep fear in his eyes when he looked at Wen Jiu. Originally, he was entrusted by Princess Yu'an to teach Wen Jiu a lesson during the afternoon training, so he took out a four-force bow at the beginning, hoping to use it to kill Wen Jiu's self-esteem first.

“Your Highness is a skilled warrior, and I admire you.” As he said this, he asked someone to bring his bow and arrow made of black iron and put it in Wen Jiu’s hand. This bow was a reward from the Emperor Zhou for his meritorious service in protecting the emperor.

Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what? How should I aim and shoot the arrow?"

"Your Highness, watch this." Commander Jin took the bow from Wen Jiu, then drew the bow and put an arrow on it.

"Oh, it looks simple." Wen Jiu muttered softly, and took the bow that was a little too big for him from Commander Jin without any hesitation.

He drew the bow, put the arrow on it, and let go. Then the arrow accurately hit the edge of the target next to him.

Then, laughter broke out.

"You're a clown. You really think you're a sharpshooter just because you're strong. Look at how arrogant you were just now." A man taller than Wen Jiu walked forward, bent over, with a look of contempt on his face.

Wen Jiu tightly gripped the bow and arrow, his face flushed. He stared at the person in front of him, as if he was trying hard to restrain something.

"Hmph! This prince will not bother with you." Wen Jiu turned his head, picked up the second feather arrow, and imitated what Commander Jin had just done.

"Seventh Prince, look, this is the prince of Chuwen Kingdom. I don't know where he gets the courage to be so arrogant." A young man in a blue suit walked up to another young man in a dark blue riding suit.

The young man had delicate features and a temperament between a teenager and a boy. He was very handsome and cute.

Qiao Shinian couldn't help but look at all the boys present and found that his own son was the most handsome.

That irresistible face and slightly curly hair make her beautiful no matter how you look at her.

Those kids, apart from being well-dressed and having their own small groups, were nothing like Wen Jiu.

"Maybe it's because his life is worthless, so he doesn't care about his reputation." The seventh prince Mu Yinan looked at Wen Jiu with disdain in his eyes and sarcastic words.

He is already fifteen years old this year. As he has not been crowned a king, he still lives in the palace, but he is already past the age to go to the Shangxuetang.

He heard about today's events from the youngest son of the Liu family who was standing next to him. After hearing it, he couldn't help but despise Wen Jiu's behavior. It turned out that this prince, who had to beg all the way back to the palace, was so rude.