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One after another, the students flew out.
They galloped, bent their bows, and shot arrows.
One arrow after another, the target was riddled with holes.
"Shot¡¡"
"Shot¡¡"
"Not successful"
"Not successful"
There are many misses, and the probability of hitting is only 30% to 40%.
But just like that, Fang Jifan still felt that they had exceeded their level.
Although every time he missed, Fang Jifan became a little angry and wanted to drag the person out and blast him with a hammer.
Your uncle, you don¡¯t have any brain disease, and you usually serve delicious food and drinks, why don¡¯t you succeed?
But even so, countless people still took a breath of cold air, and the cheers became louder and louder!
"Compared to the humiliating military attach¨¦s before, the bravery displayed by these soldiers, their riding posture when riding horses, and even their stability when bending their bows and setting arrows are enough to be admired.
There were bursts of cheers around him, and even the person who didn't hit the target still got a burst of cheers.
"For these students, what is the actual difference between a hit and a miss?" They are just a group of scholars, they are enough to defeat the military attaches and nobles who are lax in their weapons. This is enough.
Even Wu Dinghou began to let himself go. At first, he tried his best to hold it in, so as not to inflate others' arrogance and destroy his own prestige. But later, he couldn't help but shout loudly.
The lonely look on Emperor Hongzhi¡¯s face has disappeared, replaced by a glowing face, even smiling happily!
He looked around, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he gently put his hand on Zhu Houzhao's shoulder. Zhu Houzhao subconsciously lowered his body and wanted to hide, but when he found that his father was just patting his shoulder affectionately, Zhu Houzhao was relieved. He breathed a long sigh of relief.
On the other side, the envoys started talking a lot, trying desperately to find out where these military horses came from, and they all showed admiration involuntarily.
After everyone rode and shot, the drums finally stopped. Emperor Hongzhi was still standing behind the parapet. Wang Shouren led a group of people on flying horses out of the urn city!
Wengcheng is finally empty again!
At this time, Emperor Hongzhi said: "Fang Jifan"
Fang Jifan responded quickly: "I'm here."
Emperor Hongzhi's face showed a hint of worry at an inappropriate time, and he said: "This won't delay their studies, right?"
For Emperor Hongzhi, scholars certainly regarded reading as the most important thing. Although this riding and shooting event made even Emperor Hongzhi excited, he cheered for these knights countless times in his heart, but when he looked at those students After riding away one by one, he finally calmed down again.
"We can't let Fang Jifan miss him. After all, he is a scholar. Could it be that by following Fang Jifan, he will never go to school for the rest of his life?"
"If this is the case, their parents specially sent these people to the academy, how can you, Fang Jifan, deal with them?"
"Won't!"
Before Fang Jifan could speak, someone shouted happily.
Someone is very lonely. Sister-in-law Xianglin usually tells people around her that the first born student who came out of Pegasus is her son. The brave, heroic and awesome one is called Shen Ao. He is really her son. His son is not only biological, but also legitimate.
However, everyone just went to cheer and no one paid any attention to him.
Shen Wen was standing not far away. He was very sorry and lonely. It was as if he had entered the slums wearing Herm¨¨s. He was so majestic and majestic, but people didn¡¯t know what the horse was called. They didn¡¯t look at the Herm¨¨s, they only looked at the neck. The gold chain on it is thicker.
When His Majesty asked, his sharp ears naturally became excited, and he stood out from the crowd with a high-spirited face: "Your Majesty, my son, Shen Ao, is studying at Xishan Academy"
He looked cheerful at first, but as he spoke, his eyes turned red as if there was sand in them.
Compared to half a year ago, when the unscrupulous son was living a wild life in Nanjing, how absurd it was, and then when he was ordered to be sent to Beijing, Shen Wen had nightmares when he thought of how his son looked rouged all over his face, but he just couldn't control it. Ah, he had a lot of emotions in his heart, his son is now more like a man.
"Don't cry. If you have anything to say, it's okay to say it." Emperor Hongzhi stared at Shen Wen. Seeing Shen Wen wiping his tears and choking without speaking, he felt very emotional in his heart. Most of the parents in the world are the same. .
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Come on! This was probably done more than half a year ago. Comparing the two there is really a huge difference
With the comparison of previous articles, I can only know how good this latest article is, just like flowers need green leaves to set off.
At this time, Emperor Hongzhi finally let out a long breath, and couldn't help but slap the table and said: "Okay, this guy has a lot to do. He just hit the target during riding and shooting, right?"
"Yes." Xiao Jing's heart moved, and then he nodded.
Emperor Hongzhi was filled with emotion. Only after knowing the level of this man six months ago did he know how far he had progressed. Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but praise: "With both civil and military skills, he will definitely be a pillar of the Ming Dynasty in the future."
"Your Majesty"
Shen Wen has been waiting for this kind of compliment.
Now, His Majesty is so generous with his words of praise, and these kind words sound like the sound of nature to Shen Wen's ears.
Suddenly, he began to cry uncontrollably again, fell to his knees with a thud, and bowed to Emperor Hongzhi: "A dog is nothing, so I don't deserve your majesty's kind words. Your majesty is wise, long live my emperor"
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¡°Obviously, this was too much excitement, but
Many people can¡¯t help but feel a bit envious in their hearts. If my son can be both civilized and military, I will cry too. What¡¯s the point of my face? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com