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Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen already wanted to die.
He felt that Fang Jifan was insulting his intelligence and was about to have a fit
Looking down, Wang Shouren shouted: "One hundred and fifty teachers and students of Xishan Academy are here to attend. Please read it to His Royal Highness the Prince and Uncle Xin Xin."
Emperor Hongzhi waved his hands, stood up, walked forward slowly, and walked behind the female wall. Looking from a distance, he saw that a large number of teachers and students had already gathered together, and all the civil and military officials were catching up!
Zhu Houzhao shouted: "Blow the drum."
The sound of drums resounded like thunder across the sky.
It shook the sky.
Fang Jifan looked at Emperor Hongzhi, who said calmly: "You give the order."
Fang Jifan nodded and shouted towards the city: "Riding and shooting, move forward!"
Wang Shouren took the lead.
In the eyes of others, he is just a scholar and a scholar. No one expected that his equestrian skills were extremely superb.
He spurred the horse's speed, and the horse's speed became faster and faster. It was like riding on the wind. The four hooves of the horse under the seat were raised, splashing mud. In the midst of this wind and lightning, Wang Shouren's hands were in the air, and he only held his legs tightly together. At the same time, he took the arrow, bent the bow, and nocking the arrow. In just this moment, he was facing the target!
At this time, as long as there was a slight hesitation, the arrow would not be able to hit the target. However, Wang Shouren did not hesitate at all. He loosened the string with his hand, and the tendon-like arrow string made a sound of breaking through the air. The arrow began to spin crazily in the next moment, and with the help of The feathers at the tail of the arrow whined like a buzzer, and the next moment, with a snap, it went straight into the red heart of the target.
At this time, Wang Shouren could no longer trace the location of the arrow. The horse under him had already galloped away the moment he loosened his string.
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No one knows whether the arrow hit or not.
But the beautiful Pegasus and archery alone are enough to make people cheer.
On the city wall, no one cheered. Everyone was staring at Wang Shouren, who had passed by like a meteor. In fact, they were a little confused.
Emperor Hongzhi¡¯s eyes were blank, and he couldn¡¯t react.
Zhang Maoze¡¯s eyes shone, and he couldn¡¯t help but said: ¡°Beautiful!¡±
He is a veteran, good at bow and horse, but he is not young anymore, but he is no longer what he used to be. Now seeing this heroic young man, Zhang Mao's eyes can't help but show appreciation.
Isn¡¯t this who you were back then?
Naturally, if he dared to say this, Fang Jifan would definitely rebuke him. The young British Duke was just as good as Saint Wang in terms of bow and horse, but when it came to knowledge and the spirit of blind speculation, Fang Jifan himself was included in the city ¡
Fang Jifan is not bragging, Wang Shouren is enough to hang everyone, including himself, and beat their faces into pig heads.
When Zhang Mao said he was beautiful, Guo Zhen, the Marquis of Wuding, could not help but say with admiration: "Who is this person?"
Fang Jifan immediately said: "My disciple Wang Shouren has average abilities and makes Wu Dinghou laugh."
¡°¡¡± Guo Zhen¡¯s face suddenly turned red and she said angrily: ¡°It¡¯s best if the shot hits the target.¡±
Down below, there were people hurriedly looking at the target, and then shouted: "I hit it, I hit it, hit the bullseye, hit the bullseye!"
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There were bursts of exclamation in the city.
Bullseye.
Under such a high-speed horse, people are constantly bumping and ups and downs on the horse, and the chance of hitting the bull's-eye is only a moment! Because the horse is too fast and moves at high speed, we can only seize the opportunity at that critical moment and shoot an arrow!
This is too short, there is no time to hesitate, so the difficulty of shooting is extremely high.
If it weren¡¯t for luck, this would almost be called a magic arrow.
Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen's face was already red and a little dark, and her mouth was slurring, not knowing what to say.
Fang Jifan said with shame: "I'm ashamed. It's just a fluke. I don't usually have this ability I really don't have this ability. This is luck. You can see it if you think about it."
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Emperor Hongzhi stared at the young man below. The gloom that had just been squeezed in his heart seemed to have suddenly found a bright light, and the gloom was swept away. What followed was hope.
Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but cheered: "Awesome, better than me."
Seeing Wu Dinghou Guo Zhen¡¯s old face showing a rare expression of constraint, Fang Jifan looked at him carefully and said: ¡°After that, the disciples and grandsons¡He smiled and couldn't help but sigh with the British Duke Zhang Mao: "The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared."
Zhang Mao is not sure how he feels. As the Commander-in-Chief of the Central Army of the Fifth Army Commander-in-Chief, does he really have any responsibility when it comes to slack military readiness?
No!
He was not convinced by this point.
The Fifth Army Governor's Mansion has gradually become ineffective. On the surface, it still manages the Beijing Camp, but in fact, it has long been ignored. As a prince, as the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army, his daily errand is to offer sacrifices to His Majesty the Emperor in the Imperial Ancestral Temple all year round. Last year, he performed nine sacrifices, including spring sacrifices and autumn sacrifices. Even if he has a bow and horse, what about the strategies passed down from his ancestors? Aren¡¯t you in the Ancestral Temple every day, representing the emperor and talking to your ancestors?
It is inevitable that the military equipment will be slack. Zhang Mao's disappointment lies in the fact that he did not expect that these warriors would reach such a ridiculous point.
But now, this little sacrificial expert in the court, the bridge of communication with the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, the blood given to him by his ancestors is boiling silently at this moment, only in an instant
His eyes were red and moist. At this moment, he thought of his ancestors, of the brave Zhang Yu who was beside Emperor Wen, of gold and iron horses, and of the dust and smoke in the desert!
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