After the prince was reborn, he forced me to marry him and took me into the East Palace

"Then it's time to draw the string and pre-draw. Use your index, middle and ring fingers on your right hand to draw the string, with the index finger placed above the nock and the middle and ring fingers placed below the nock."

"When you raise the bow, your left arm should sink, your elbow should rotate inward, and you should push the bow with your left hand and hold it in place."

Nan Jiamu spoke in a serious voice, and adjusted Nan Yuan's movements bit by bit, not allowing the slightest mistake.

Nan Yuan had never seen Nan Jiamu so serious before, so she didn't dare to relax at the moment. She listened to Nan Jiamu's explanation with a serious attitude.

"Okay, then what?" Nan Yuan felt that although these movements were a bit complicated, she could still remember them if she practiced more.

"Then comes the drawing and aiming, which are the two most important steps. You need to use the force of your left shoulder to push and your right shoulder to pull the bow until the 'base' of your right hand is close to your chin."

“When you draw the bow, you want to align your eye, the front sight, and the aiming point on the target.”

Nan Yuan pulled the bow and arrow with all her strength, but her fingers were left with red marks and the bowstring remained motionless.

"I did what you said!" Nan Yuan turned her gaze to Nan Jiamu.

Nan Jiamu sighed slightly, walked behind Nan Yuan, held Nan Yuan's hand, helped her pull the bow in her hand, and said: "Your movements are fine, but this bow is too strong for you, and your strength is not enough."

"You don't have to worry about breaking the bowstring. Just pull hard, like I did."

Nan Yuan frowned and nodded. The fingers that Nan Jiamu was holding to pull the bow and arrow were turned red by the bowstring. Nan Yuan gasped in pain.

"You aim." Nan Jiamu's voice came from above his head.

Nan Yuan endured the pain, looked up at the target, and adjusted the direction bit by bit.

"After aiming, the string is released. After drawing the bow and aiming, the right shoulder continues to exert force, and at the same time, the three fingers of the right hand holding the string quickly open..."

As he spoke, Nan Jiamu loosened his hand, and Nan Yuan also loosened the bow in his hand.

"Plop!" The arrow fell to the ground as soon as it left the bow.

Nan Yuan: “…”

She really tried hard just now, but she didn't reach the required level.

Just as she was about to pick up the feather arrow that fell on the ground, Nan Jiamu grabbed her shoulder again.

"What's wrong, brother?" Nan Yuan tilted her head and looked at Nan Jiamu.

She was just going to pick up arrows, not to escape from the battlefield.

"The last step is to relax. After the arrow is released, relax your left arm from the wrist, elbow, shoulder to the whole body in sequence."

"Don't underestimate this step, or you won't be able to lift your shoulders and arms tomorrow."

Nan Yuan nodded, stretched her shoulders and neck, then squatted down to pick up the feather arrow that fell on the ground.

She looked at the distance between the arrow and the target again, and looked at Nan Jiamu with some frustration.

Nan Jiamu looked calm as he looked at Nan Yuan and said, "Why are you so depressed? It's already great that you can shoot the arrow for the first time. Just practice more."

Nan Yuan nodded heavily. She was not in a hurry anyway. If she practiced slowly, she would be able to hit the bull's eye eventually.

Nan Yuan rekindled her fighting spirit, took out an arrow from her quiver, and followed Nan Jiamu's instructions step by step.

“Pay attention to the position of your hands.”

"Feet apart."

Nan Jiamu sat not far behind Nan Yuan, watching her movements and giving her instructions from time to time.

Nan Yuan was also very obedient. She did whatever Nan Jiamu told her to do. Even though her fingers were bleeding, she did not give up.

After practicing for two incense sticks, Nan Jiamu called for a stop.

"Okay, it's almost time. Let's take a break first and then practice again later." Nan Jiamu took the bow and arrow from Nan Yuan's hand and took Nan Yuan to a shady place.

"Stretch out your hand so I can see it." Nan Jiamu had already prepared the ointment. "Practicing archery will be hard at first. Once your fingers rub until they bleed, if you keep doing it, calluses will form. Then it will be much easier for you to practice archery."

"hiss--"

When Nan Jiamu was wiping the wound on Nan Yuan's hand, Nan Yuan involuntarily took a breath.

Nan Jiamu frowned and looked at her palms, and found that Nan Yuan's palms were covered with blisters, which looked a little scary.

"Bear with it, it won't hurt soon."

"Yeah, okay." Nan Yuan bit her lip and let Nan Jiamu wipe her wound.

After wiping, Nan Jiamu applied ointment on Nan Yuan.

"The medicine has been applied. I'll go practice some more." Nan Yuan stood up and was about to practice archery.

Nan Jiamu pulled her down again and pressed her down on the seat: "Take a break. There's no rush."

As he spoke, Nan Jiamu reached out and pressed Nan Yuan's shoulder.

Before he even used any strength, Nan Yuan started to cry out in pain: "Brother, are you my real brother? Why are you hitting me so hard?"

Nan Jiamu loosened his grip a little: "If I wasn't your brother, would I massage your shoulders and legs?"

"Bear with it, or you won't be able to lift your arm tomorrow." Nan Jiamu said as he pressed Nan Yuan's shoulder a few more times.

"I know, I know." Nan Yuan covered her shoulder which was hurt by Nan Jiamu's rubbing. She grimaced in pain when Nan Jiamu slapped her in the face.

"Miss Nan Yuan?"

A gentle voice came from the left. Nan Yuan turned around and saw Chu Zhixu walking towards her.

Nan Yuan pushed Nan Jiamu's hand away and stood up.

Seeing Chu Zhixu coming over, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, as she had never had any interaction with Chu Zhixu.

Now that Chu Zhixu came to see her, she couldn't think of any connection between her and Chu Zhixu other than Gu Jingheng.

Nan Yuan asked, "Did something happen to Gu Jingheng?"

"Miss Nan Yuan is really smart." Chu Zhixu's gaze stayed on Nan Yuan and Nan Jiamu for a moment, then he looked away and got to the point: "It is indeed because of Ah Heng that I came to see Miss Nan Yuan."

"Ah..." Chu Zhixu sighed, "In fact, if I had other ways, I would definitely not bother Miss Nanyuan, but I really have no other way. But I can't just watch Ah Heng torture himself to death!"

Tortured to death?

She knew Gu Jingheng's temper. He would definitely not be able to accept the fact that he had suddenly changed from a favored child to what he is now.

But how could he torture himself? Didn't he promise her to live well?

"I came here to ask Miss Nanyuan to go over and give Ah Heng some advice."

Nan Yuan panicked when she heard this. She nodded, put down the arrow in her hand, and ran towards Gu Jingheng's tent without saying anything else.

Chu Zhixu and Nan Jiamu were the only ones left in the martial arts training ground.

Chu Zhixu smiled and nodded to Nan Jiamu: "Sorry to bother you, Deputy General Nan."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Unexpectedly, Nan Jiamu suddenly said, "I've always thought that Master Chu looked familiar. I thought about it all night yesterday and finally remembered it."

“However, Mr. Chu was not alone at that time, but was inseparable from a young man who was dressed like a butterfly.

"Where have you seen him before?"

"Oh yes, in the northern border."

"As far as I know, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't seem to know what happened to Master Chu in the Northern Frontier that year."