My companion is a bit fierce

Chapter 32 [VIP]

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and Qi Jialing was standing right in front of the light, Rong Jue squinted his eyes: "Qi Jialing..."

Qi Jialing didn't come to the Imperial College to attend classes because of poor health before, and has been recuperating in the palace.Now her health is much better, and she doesn't interact much with them when she entered the women's school, and because of her health, Qi Jialing seldom comes to the school grounds.

"Ah Jue," Li Hongbao poked Rong Jue, "Why do I feel that the princess looks at you a little bit unkindly?"

Wang Mingda rolled his eyes to the sky, Qi Jialing was a little slow in her reactions when she was a child, but it doesn't mean she has a bad mind, she and Qi Shen are of the same mind.

Since Qi Jialing is not stupid, she is naturally on her brother's side, and naturally has no good looks towards them.

Qi Lan remembered Rong Jue's murderous desire to find Feng Xiuran in the morning.

Could it be that after looking at Feng Xiuran's figure, he felt that it was difficult for him to win and was beaten back?

He kept paying attention to Rong Jue's expression, but seeing him staring there, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.Qi Lan thought for a while, and finally said: "Although Feng Xiuran is tall and strong, you are not without opportunities."

Rong Jue turned his head and looked at Qi Lan expressionlessly: "Do you think I look like him?"

Qi Lan: "..."

If Rong Jue's face was placed on Feng Xiuran's body...

Before Qi Lan said anything, Li Hongbao had a frightened expression on his face: "Ah Jue, please don't, it's fine if you're like this."

Rong Jue swept across Feng Xiuran in the distance contemptuously, and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will not lose to him."

Qi Lan was taken aback for a moment, and realized that Rong Jue had misinterpreted his meaning, but Rong Jue had already walked away, and he was annoyed that he didn't explain clearly, so he could only urge Wang Mingda: "Go and talk to Rong Jue, let him calm down Recklessly."

"Do you think he can listen to what I say?" Wang Mingda asked him back, "It's no wonder he doesn't go against me."

After finishing speaking, he was puzzled again: "What's the matter with you recently? To Rong Jue always..." He thought for a while, and thought of a word: "Take care of things."

"Like an old lady." Wang Mingda felt that this word was very appropriate, "I almost raised Rong Jue as a son, and I didn't want him to know—you really don't lack a brother, but a son."

Wang Mingda nodded repeatedly, thinking that what he said was very reasonable.

Qi Lan was speechless, and he didn't know what happened to him recently. Whenever he encountered people and things related to Rong Jue, he became less like himself, and lost his previous calmness and forbearance.

Li Hongbao couldn't stand the two of them chattering here, and immediately said: "I think you guys are worried that Ah Jue will lose here, so you might as well help him out, anyway, I know Ah Jue will definitely win. "

Qi Lan pursed her lips, seeing Rong Jue standing there alone in comparison with Feng Xiuran, she became inexplicably nervous again.

Before he had time to think about it, his feet had already stepped forward.

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Both Feng Xiuran and Rong Jue wanted to compete with each other, and they would not let each other go when the topic was raised, and they settled down immediately.

Taking martial arts as an example, choose infantry, carbine, and weight to compete, and two out of three rounds will win.

Qi Lan is still confident about Rong Jue's rifle and carbine, but he is really worried about the weight of the last item.

As soon as he settled down, he pulled Rong Jue aside and told him carefully: "Since it's two wins in three rounds, then we only need to win the first two rounds, and don't delay until the third round."

Rong Jue nodded: "Naturally, how could I lose?"

Even when he came to Dingjing, Rong Jue's riding and shooting never failed.Mobei Erlang, if you don't know how to draw a bow and ride a horse, how will you fight against foreign enemies in the future?

Foot shooting is different from riding shooting. Because riding horses have to consider the weight of the horse, generally speaking, the choice of guns is lighter, and the shooting range will be shorter.However, riding and arching horses, if the archer is proficient in bowing horses, these are not a big problem.

Bows and arrows are not as heavy as possible, but heavy bows and arrows will have a longer range, which puts higher demands on archers.Step shooting means bending a bow and setting an arrow on foot. Rong Jue and Feng Xiuran agreed that they would draw the bow together and shoot at a target a hundred steps away. If nine arrows were shot, the one with the most hearts would be the winner.

The Guozijian school yard provides bows and arrows of different weights.

Feng Xiuran picked up a handful and put it down again: "These are different from what I used to use, they are much lighter."

How can the princes of the Imperial College who are too heavy be able to pull it.

Rong Jue was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he chose one to try, then went aside and waited for him.

The teachers and students of the Imperial Academy heard that there was a competition in the school field, and they had already been waiting eagerly.Rong Jue took a rough look, and even the girl from the girl's side came.Qi Jialing was standing in front, seeing Rong Jue, she smiled with dignity and grace.

Gee.

Rong Jue lowered his eyelashes in disdain, as expected they are brother and sister, they all look alike.

In all fairness, Feng Xiuran was not ugly, he was tall and big but he didn't feel greasy, his wheat-colored skin was dripping with a thin layer of sweat, shining brightly in the bright sun.

Compared to Rong Jue who was standing next to him, with red lips and white teeth, thin skin and tender flesh, she was a bit weak.

When Feng Xiujie saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing: "His Royal Highness, why don't you go home and eat two more bowls of rice before you come back, so that you won't be able to draw this bow."

Rong Jue lowered his eyes and wiped his bow, ignoring him.On the contrary, Feng Xiuran's face darkened, Rong Jue was willing to compete with him in an open and honest manner, but his own brother, who was not up to date, could only taunt and ridicule him.

He said in a deep voice: "Young brother has nothing to say, and I still hope that the son will be happy."

Rong Jue raised his eyes and glanced at him, this Feng Xiuran was different from Feng Xiujie, he was upright and strict in doing things.

The target had already been set up, Rong Jue and Feng Xiuran drew the bow together, the arrow came out of the string, and quickly nailed to the red heart of the target with the sound of piercing through the air.

This is the first arrow.

The recording officer standing next to him took a look and shouted loudly: "All are in."

Feng Xiuran smiled at Rong Jue: "Your Majesty shoots like a god."

"So is Captain Feng."

Martial arts stipulates that three out of nine arrows can pass, which shows its difficulty.As soon as the two came up, there was no winner, which made the atmosphere in the school ground a lot more tense.

After firing eight arrows in a row, both of them hit hearts, and in a blink of an eye, only the last shot remained.

Qi Lan frowned and said, "If both of them are hit, it's a tie." In this way, there must be a heavy burden.

Wang Mingda shook his head: "It's not that simple. Although Guozijian's bows and arrows are relatively light, they have to shoot eight times in a row and hit every time, which consumes a lot of energy."

Qi Jialing was not far away from them. Hearing what Wang Mingda said, he pulled the corner of La Qibo's clothes, full of worry: "In this way, cousin..."

She could see clearly that Feng Xiuran's hand holding the bow was already shaking.And Rong Jue still looked relaxed.

"It's hard to say." Qi Bo said, Rong Jue has never shown his riding and shooting skills in front of others, in the past he always used brute force in fights and troubles, but who would take this matter to heart?

As for Feng Xiuran, Qi Bo didn't believe that he would lose based on his experience. Even though Rong Jue was younger than him, he never underestimated him. His patience and determination can be seen from this.

Qi Jialing curled her lips dissatisfied: "I thought this Prince Rong was also an idiot, it seems that I really underestimated him."

Qi Bo gave her a strange look, Qi Jialing and Rong Jue didn't have much contact, how could he have such an idea?

Qi Jialing lowered her voice: "This time my cousin will come to the school grounds. The concubine mother knew about it early in the morning. She asked me to come with her and said yes..." She suddenly blushed and refused to say any more.

Qi Bo understood that Qi Jialing suffered from dementia when he was young, and it was only in the past few years that he had more contacts with outsiders in the Imperial College.But Concubine Feng felt sorry for her daughter and refused to let her have more contact with outsiders. Usually, it was just a few girls joking and chatting together, and she had never seen such a scene.

Walking through Yang with a hundred steps, galloping on a galloping horse, and galloping boys on the school field, Qi Jialing has never seen these things before.

What's more, in today's competition, the two sides met their opponents, the movements were smooth and smooth, the scene was tense, and it was very watchable.

All the famous aristocratic families in Beijing are here.

Qi Bo said with a smile: "Which one do you like, tell me, I'll go and ask Mother and Concubine."

Qi Jialing hurriedly whispered: "Brother, stop talking, the test is more important."

Feng Xiujie was even more anxious, this battle, Feng Xiuran could not lose!

Feng Xiuran is the most prominent member of the younger generation of the Feng family. If Feng Xiuran loses today, it will be difficult for the Feng family to gain a foothold in Beijing.

The last shot.

Rong Jue squinted his eyes, the golden crow was hanging high, his eyes had already appeared double due to staring at the bull's-eye in the distance for a long time.

Although Feng Xiuran's fingers were trembling, his face was calm and composed.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, he would have a double image, wouldn't Feng Xiuran not?

Who loses and who wins is not sure!

Sweat the size of soybeans oozed from Feng Xiuran's forehead, Rong Wang's son seemed to be able to handle it with ease, in the past he had never found it so difficult to draw a bow.

The trembling of his fingers was not caused by fatigue, he hadn't met an opponent for a long time!

The red heart, which is a hundred steps away, becomes much farther away when encountering an evenly matched opponent.

Concentrating for a long time is actually extremely exhausting, and there is no room for mistakes.

He squeezed the bow and arrow in his hand, his palm was a little wet, and he couldn't help but want to wipe it off.

"Ninth Arrow!" shouted the commander.

Too late to wipe.

Without even thinking about it, Feng Xiuran immediately nocked the arrow and drew the string to aim.This is the last time and he wants to win!

With a sound of "咻", the arrow pierced through the air, Feng Xiuran paused, instead of looking at the bull's-eye, he first looked at Rong Jue on the other side.

"Congratulations, sir," he said.

Rong Jue: "Captain Feng—"

Before Rong Jue could finish speaking, Feng Xiuran's arrow brushed past the target and stuck straight into the ground.

And Rong Jue's arrow flew straight all the way, carrying a strong wind, and hit the bull's-eye!

Rong Jue was neither arrogant nor impetuous, his complexion did not change: "——I have accepted it."

Qi Lan outside the court held his breath and blinked: "Ajue, Ajue...won!"

Li Hongbao jumped up, and his joyful voice overwhelmed Qi Lan: "That's great, Ah Jue is the best!"

Rong Jue smiled and nodded in response to Li Hongbao, but his eyes were on Qi Lan. In his eyes, Qi Lan had already appeared a phantom.

He seems to have heard just now, Qi Lan called him...

Ah Jue.

This is what people who are close to him will call him.

Like his father, Rong Xu, like his best friend, Li Hongbao.

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