The prince is no longer a man

Duan Jingxun and Huo Qin stood next to Juma by the side of the martial arts arena. The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and naturally they exchanged pleasantries.

"Tomorrow night, my father will hold a grand banquet in the palace, entertain all the officials, and celebrate your return, and I will definitely reward you heavily at that time."

When Huo Qin heard this, his expression seemed quite headache: "If the emperor wants to reward me and avoid these common customs, I will be grateful."

Knowing Huo Qin's temperament, Duan Jingxun laughed it off and said: "You have to bear it if you don't want it. You haven't married yet. My father once told me that I want to find a good match for you."

"That's even more unacceptable," Huo Qin said: "If those of us who are marching and fighting outside get married, what we get in return is only the other party's vacant house. Isn't this killing those young women for nothing?"

"But Emperor Father proposes a marriage for you, if you don't agree, you will be resisting the order."

Marriage is a reward, Duan Jingxun can't think of any reason for Huo Qin to refuse.

"Hahaha--"

Huo Qin laughed when he heard this, and said meaningfully: "Isn't there still you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Duan Jingxun's eyes flashed slightly, and he heard Huo Qin say: "The prince is not yet married, the emperor should care more about the royal heirs than me."

Duan Jingxun raised his eyes in silence, and looked at Pei Rong who was not far away.

I saw that Pei Rong was holding a bow and arrow, and was struggling to pull it away. His movements were not standardized, he only pulled it halfway, and his arm shook a little.

Duan Jingxun withdrew his gaze, and said in a calm tone, "I haven't reached the championship yet, so naturally there is no need to worry."

"But I heard that you don't even have a concubine to serve you."

"You know this kind of private matter clearly."

"More than that," Huo Qin said, "One day after returning to Beijing, I also heard something about the son."

Duan Jingxun heard Huo Qin's implication, and asked back: "Oh, you met Pei Rong today, how do you feel?"

Although Huo Qin only met Pei Rong once, he could tell that Pei Rong didn't treat Duan Jingxun as he had heard, so he didn't think too much about it, and said casually: "It's just a rumor, don't take it seriously."

Pei Rong has wrestled with this bow and arrow for a long time, unable to fully draw the bow, and when he was about to put it down angrily, someone suddenly surrounded him from behind, adjusting Pei Rong's gestures and standing posture.

"Arms high, feet shoulder-width apart..."

Pei Rong didn't need to look, he also knew that this person was Duan Jingxun, he froze in place immediately, not daring to move.

Duan Jingxun held Pei Rong's left hand and led him to lift it up.

Duan Jingxun was about half a head taller than Pei Rong. Looking from the rear, it seemed that he had imprisoned Pei Rong in his arms, holding him firmly, not allowing Pei Rong even a moment to breathe.

And Pei Rong was indeed froze all over, he was suffocated by the aloes on Duan Jingxun's body.

The warmth of Duan Jingxun's words fell into his ears, and the combination of the two made Pei Rong's mind go blank, and he stood there numbly, allowing Duan Jingxun to take the initiative to control his body.

Duan Jingxun noticed the stiffness of Pei Rong's body, and hugged his hands even tighter. He lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Relax, all you need to do is shoot the arrow."

Pei Rong wanted to cry but had no tears, let him relax, but Duan Jingxun let go!

Duan Jingxun looked down at Pei Rong in his arms, his lips were tightly pursed, turning white, and his thick and long eyelashes trembled violently.

When was he so afraid of himself?Duan Jingxun couldn't help but his thoughts drifted away.

It wasn't until he heard Pei Rong's extremely weak cry that Duan Jingxun let go of his hand suddenly.

To Pei Rong, it was a sudden movement, and Pei Rong also subconsciously let go of his hand, and the off-string arrow shot out quickly, and with a clang sound, it was nailed to the outermost ring of the target.

Pei Rong:!

He turned his head in surprise, with a jumping light in his eyes, he completely forgot how he didn't dare to move just now, and his face was full of excitement: "I hit the target!"

"Ah."

Duan Jingxun responded, and then added: "It's amazing."

Huo Qin looked at Duan Jingxun's words like coaxing a child, and then looked at Pei Rong with a happy face, feeling a little amused in his heart.

Then Huo Qin came over and tried to pull the bow away. After weighing the weight, he looked at Duan Jingxun in surprise: "A bow that kills two with one stone is really good."

Pei Rong immediately asked: "Really! No wonder it's so hard for me to draw this bow!"

Seeing Pei Rong's expression begging for praise, Huo Qin somehow said the same thing as Duan Jingxun: "Yes, it's amazing."

With General Huo Xiao's affirmation, Pei Rong raised his chin and smiled triumphantly, then remembered that it was Duan Jingxun who helped him just now, and restrained himself a little: "Well... I didn't pull it all by myself."

Immediately, Pei Rong remembered that Huo Qin had just drawn the bow casually, and asked curiously: "The little general must have good archery skills, right?"

Huo Qin: "Want to know?"

Pei Rong said again and again: "Yes, after all, you are the rumored little General Huo!"

Huo Qin remained silent, picked up the bow and arrow, and the expression on his face became serious, as if whenever and wherever he took up a weapon, he had to face it with the most solemn heart.

The bow was drawn to its fullest, and as soon as Huo Qin let go of his fingers, the arrow body shot forward violently with the momentum of piercing the air, and shot on the red heart impartially.

Pei Rong: "Wow!"

Seeing the admiration on Pei Rong's face, Huo Qin said seriously: "If my son is interested in archery, he can gain something by practicing hard every day."

When Pei Rong was about to ask how to practice, Duan Jingxun suddenly said: "I'll try it too."

Duan Jingxun has a tall and straight figure, the blue veins on the back of his hands can be seen exposed when he draws the bow, his eyes are as calm as the surface of a lake, this is the most common appearance Pei Rong has seen in the past.

Duan Jingxun in this state has a strong sense of power without anger, as if nothing in this world can make him frown, let alone defeat him.

Pei Rong suddenly had an indescribable realization that the difference between him and Duan Jingxun was not only his identity?

Pei Rong was lost in thought like this, until he heard Huo Qin's exclamation "OK", then he suddenly came back to his senses.

Seeing that the red heart on the target was empty, Pei Rong was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that Duan Jingxun must have also shot on the red heart, but the speed of the arrow was too fast, piercing through the red heart, bringing Huo Qin The arrow fell to the ground.

At this moment, Duan Jingxun had already put down his bow and arrow, and looked at Pei Rong fixedly, as if to ask Pei Rong to say something.

Pei Rong laughed dryly, and said very carelessly: "Prince...the archery skills are amazing..."

Duan Jingxun was quite dissatisfied: "You didn't react like that just now."

Pei Rong thought for a while, then choked out a word in a very low voice: "Wow?"