Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng shook her head and sighed. It was true that her hands were rusty. Before entering the reincarnation path, she'd been personally taught archery by her second senior brother. His skills were unparalleled. He could fire sixteen arrows simultaneously with one hand, every arrow hitting the mark. He could even fire arrows in rapid succession, with the tails of the previous arrows catching the tails of the previous ones. The so-called sixteen-arrow salvo was only the sixteen she'd seen. She hadn't seen the second senior brother's limit. She couldn't do it like him; three arrows at once was already her limit.

With this in mind, she raised her hand and tried firing three arrows simultaneously. While this three-arrow volley could certainly hit the bull's eye with a fixed target, she hadn't tried it with a moving target. Her casual three-arrow volley hit the bull's eye, startling the sparring partners present and causing them to stop their horses and turn to look at her. Kui Wenzhong and the others were so shocked they stood up. Kui Quansi swallowed hard and stammered, "Brother, is this what you said, that I can't lift the bow?!"

Kui Wenzhong was also stunned. After calming himself down, he said, "During the military training that day, Jiu Ye really couldn't lift the bow. This bow was specially made for Jiu Ye by the host. Perhaps Jiu Ye is an archer by nature, but is just too heavy for ordinary bows?"

"That should be the case." Shuang Cheng frowned and speculated, "Ordinary bows are one-stone bows, and Jiu Ye himself weighs less than one stone. It's impossible for him to lift the bow with one hand. So Jiu Ye must only be able to use this bow to be so powerful."

"Wenzhong!" Chu Qingmeng urged his horse back to the makeshift tent. "Tell someone to retrieve the arrows. I want to try moving the target."

"Yes, Master Jiu." Kui Wenzhong took the order and did it.

Chu Qingmeng sat at the table, frowning at the reddened spots on her fingers from the bowstring and arrows. She began rummaging through the bag containing the bow, finally finding two rolls of elastic bandages in the corner. She knew it! How could her meticulous father and brother not have anticipated that drawing the bow would rub her fingers? By the time she had wrapped the bandages, Kui Wenzhong had already ordered someone to retrieve her arrows; her arrows were also specially made.

"Master, the moving target is ready. Do you want to try it?"

Chu Qingmeng nodded and remounted her horse. The other sparring partners then mounted their horses and raced off to compete with her for the target. The galloping horses, the jolting horsebacks, the moving targets, and the sparring partners running around with her made the situation extremely challenging. Yet, she still managed to hit the target with every single arrow. Kui Wenzhong and the others were no longer surprised; they were used to it. Chu Qingmeng tried firing three arrows simultaneously, but unfortunately, only two hit. Even so, the sparring partners present couldn't help but admire her archery skills. There were so few people who could fire three arrows simultaneously! Hitting two out of three was already quite impressive!

After less than two hours of practice, Chu Qingmeng's arms were becoming difficult to lift. Seeing that it was getting dark, she signaled everyone to disperse. Before Kui Wenzhong sent her back to the palace, Quan Si gave her a few patches of medicine, saying that it would help her shoulders and arms to feel less pain tomorrow. However, what she never expected was that she actually killed five or six assassins on the way back to the palace. Kui Wenzhong was a little frightened. He was not frightened by the assassins, but by the fact that someone had dared to attack him! In a short while, he found out the reason, and with a twitch of his mouth, he chose to report it to Chu Qingmeng.

After returning to the palace, Chu Qingmeng simply asked someone to bring him a bowl of noodles. He ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry and went straight to the study. However, he never expected that when he pushed the door open, his brothers were all there.

"Why are you all here today?" Chu Qingmeng looked at them in confusion. "Why didn't you go to Big Brother's study? Why are you all staying here?"

"Those two concubines of Jiang Qing and Jiang Che." Mo Liujin looked at Chu Qingmeng, "They are targeting you, not us."

Chu Qingmeng walked in and said as he flipped through the pile of documents, "I know. I knew it when they came. But does it matter?"

After saying that, he pulled out his forty-odd volumes of files, looked at Mo Liujin and the others, and said, "The information they passed on was all given by me. I gave them the information I wanted them to pass on. Isn't this easier than using my own people to pass on the message?"

Mo Liufang frowned and looked at Chu Qingmeng with some worry, "Qingmeng, you'd better not get involved in these things. It's dangerous after all."

Mo Liuyuan nodded in agreement, and Mo Liujue also advised, "That's right. What's more, father may have other plans, so, Qingmeng, you'd better not interfere." This time Mo Liujue no longer called her the third sister-in-law. At this moment, she was still the little sister she was before.

Mo Liuchen also looked at Chu Qingmeng disapprovingly, "Qingmeng, listen to my advice."

Mo Liuteng rarely spoke seriously, "Qingmeng, think about it, what if your plan conflicts with your father's? So..."

Before Mo Liuteng finished speaking, Chu Qingmeng smiled and spread the file in his hand on the desk. He glanced at Mo Liujin with a half-smile, "The brothers have expressed their opinions. What are your opinions, Third Brother? Tell us."

Mo Liujin sighed and remained silent for a long time. He didn't know what to say. Most of the accurate information they had received came from Chu Qingmeng. It would be difficult for her not to interfere.

Chu Qingmeng sat down at the desk and began to review the files. As he wrote, he said in a sarcastic tone, "My brothers, I think you should first understand one thing. I left them here to pass on information just to facilitate the process, not to ask the Crown Prince to place spies around me."