Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

As soon as these words were spoken, King Qing's eyes suddenly opened wide, and it seemed as if his vision was obscured by a thick layer of ink. His chest felt stuffy and he almost suffocated.

Mu Xia was secretly anxious, fearing that the King of Qing would not be able to bear the news, so he deliberately chose more tactful words when reporting.

Unexpectedly, even so, the King of Qing still changed color and almost fainted when he heard it.

Prince Qing suddenly fainted. Mu Xia was panicked and at a loss. He called out urgently, "Hurry up! Go get Doctor Wu!"

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The farce in the Qing Palace has just begun.

On the other side, Meng Tingyue and Prince Fang stepped into the gate of the military camp.

Inside the military camp, the soldiers witnessed the arrival of the Crown Prince and his beautiful lady. A flicker of surprise involuntarily crossed their eyes, and then they all bowed in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens: "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and to His Royal Highness the Crown Princess!"

The news that the two men entered side by side spread quickly to every corner of the military camp like a spring breeze, causing a stir.

Many soldiers knew that the prince was married, but they had never seen the princess, so they were all curious.

Many people risk being discovered and scolded just to take a glimpse from afar.

Shen Yunheng's face was cold and frosty, as if he was keeping people at a distance.

On the other hand, Meng Tingyue has a stunning appearance, but she doesn't have the slightest bit of arrogance. Instead, she gives people a very friendly feeling.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yunheng did not arrange for Meng Tingyue to enter the comfortable tent to rest for a while, but directly led her into the shooting range where dust was flying and arrows were flying in the air.

On the shooting range, under the sunlight, a group of soldiers stood as tall as pine trees, their eyes shining.

When Shen Yunheng and Meng Tingyue arrived at the shooting range together, the soldiers on the range were like they were injected with chicken blood. They practiced harder and more seriously, for fear that they would perform poorly and embarrass the prince.

Shen Yunheng's eyes were as calm as water, and he slowly swept his gaze over the soldiers on the shooting range.

Then, he led Meng Tingyue to the most inconspicuous corner of the field, where there stood a lonely target and a short soldier was practicing archery with a small bow.

A young soldier was concentrating on preparing his shot. He caught a glimpse of the two distinguished figures approaching from the corner of his eye. His heartbeat quickened and he tightened his grip on the bow.

The arrow that was originally aimed steadily at the center of the target deviated from its trajectory at the critical moment, flew through the air weakly, and finally fell outside the shooting range with a "pop".

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Princess Princess." The little soldier's voice was as thin as a mosquito. He lowered his head and his cheeks were slightly red.

He gripped the bow handle tightly with both hands, sweat gathering in his palms, fine and wet, reflecting his inner anxiety and restlessness.

Shen Yunheng nodded slightly, his voice calm but with an authority that could not be ignored: "Hand the bow to me."

Although it was just a very plain sentence, the young soldier felt a lot of pressure. His eyes could not help but redden, and he was almost crying. His voice was trembling and pleading: "Your Highness, please don't send me away. I really can endure hardships."

Shen Yunheng's gaze was as calm as water, yet he seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. He gently glanced at the young man in front of him, who was a head shorter than him, and said in a calm tone: "I have made it clear that only those who fail the test next month will be dismissed by me."

Hearing this, the young soldier felt relieved. He nodded quickly, his eyes gleaming with determination as he promised repeatedly, "I will definitely work harder and become a true warrior like my father, who can stand tall and serve his country."

Shen Yunheng nodded slightly, his expression as calm as before. He slowly extended his hand, "Bow."

The young soldier held the bow and arrow respectfully in both hands and carefully handed it to Shen Yunheng.

Shen Yunheng took the bow with smooth and graceful movements, then turned around and gently handed it to Meng Tingyue.

"Want to try it?"

Meng Tingyue looked at the bow and arrow, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"Husband..."

"It's okay if you miss, just try your best."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingyue reached out and took the bow.

At this moment, her mood was like the surging waves, difficult to calm down.

She didn't understand why Shen Yunheng suddenly brought her to the shooting range and asked her to shoot arrows.

She had learned archery in her previous life, but that was in her previous life.

She has never touched him again in her life. Did the prince know something?

The bow in her hand was made of simple material, carefully carved from light wood. Even though she hadn't touched a bow for a long time, she could control it easily without feeling any burden.

She raised her bow from memory, debating whether to feign inability to shoot a few random arrows.

Shen Yunheng's eyes fell quietly on her, and he could tell at a glance that her posture was specially learned.

Meng Tingyue shot a few arrows at random.

One arrow missed the target, one arrow hit the seventh ring, and one arrow hit the eighth ring.

She slowly put down the bow in her hand, a trace of slight distress on her face, and said in a soft voice with a hint of self-blame: "I'm afraid I've embarrassed my husband."

Shen Yunheng took the bow she handed over. Through the coffin just now, he was almost certain that Meng Tingyue was hiding the bow.

Before the arrow was shot, her hand deliberately deviated from the target, resulting in the arrow hitting seven or eight rings.

This scene reminded him of the day in Hefengxuan when she had competed with Princess Qing. It was the same. She had cleverly gained the upper hand by subtly controlling the score.

"Nothing." Shen Yunheng gently handed the bow in his hand to the young soldier next to him.

Meng Tingyue observed his expression carefully and saw nothing unusual, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, she had already forgotten the essentials of archery. The first arrow missed the target because she had not practiced for a long time.

With the second arrow, she managed to regain a sense of familiarity;

As for the third arrow, she did it on purpose.

After all, she was now just a girl who never left her house and had never encountered martial arts like archery. To say that she had learned it without a teacher was too far-fetched and unconvincing.

After leaving the shooting range, Shen Yunheng led her into the training ground.

On the training ground, the soldiers were training with full concentration, their clothes were soaked with sweat, but no one was slacking off.

When they saw Shen Yunheng and Meng Tingyue coming side by side, they were only slightly stunned, and then quickly plunged into the intense training.

Only the leading soldiers bowed lightly to Shen Yunheng and quickly returned to training.

Shen Yunheng seemed to be here just for a routine inspection. He stayed for a while and then left with Meng Tingyue.

He led Meng Tingyue to inspect the entire military camp before returning to the tent.

As soon as Shen Yunheng stepped into the tent, before he could sit down and take a sip of the thirst-quenching water, a soldier hurried in.