A gentleman takes revenge, relying on his face for ten years

A long arrow pierced through the air, and hit the red heart seven feet away, piercing the straw target by three inches.

Liang Hao glanced to the side in dissatisfaction: "Surnamed Yan, can you stop shooting at my target?"

"Your Highness has been shooting for so long and still can't get a single target grass. It will be hard to explain to the teacher later." The boy wearing a silver mask with a grimace drew his bow and strung the string.Whoosh, whoosh, three arrows fired in succession, piercing Liang Han's arrow target into a hedgehog.

Raising the sons of the country with Tao is the six arts of teaching.Ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics are compulsory courses for the children of the royal family.

As a man, Liang Han was originally very enthusiastic about riding and archery lessons, but he hated someone who was like a big thorny broom, constantly disappointing him.

"I don't need your help, I'll practice by myself!" He roared unconvinced, and rounded the small bow in his hand.

"Crack!" The bowstring was snapped.There was heat behind the ear, followed by a sharp pain.

Chunsheng was furious immediately: "Your Highness! You...you are injured!"

Liang Han raised his hand to touch it, and felt a piece of warmth. He wiped the blood from his finger, and said, "It's just a small injury, don't make a fuss."

A stack of white handkerchiefs was handed to him.

Yan Chongjin: "Wipe it first. If the emperor finds out, someone will be in trouble."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was learning riding skills at the Royal Horse Garden yesterday, and he molested a purebred filly from the Western Regions, but was kicked by the stallion and fell off his mount.Although it was just an extra bruise on his forehead, the instructor still suffered forty strokes, and he hasn't recovered from it until now.

Liang Han was not polite either, and just wiped it after receiving it.

Yan Chongjin couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the veil and pressed it on the wound: "Will you deal with the trauma? First press it to stop the bleeding and then wipe it."

The cold fingertips of the other party touched the warm skin behind the ears, and Liang Han's nerves tensed, and itchy goose bumps formed on his neck.

Chunsheng took the broken bow in his hand, and persuaded in a good voice: "Your Highness, why don't you come here first today."

Liang Han's face sank: "It's not time yet, keep practicing, I don't believe I can't hit the shot!"

The person behind the mask lowered his eyes.

It was really different from the kid I knew before.He remembered that the prince's temperament followed the empress's, being gentle and gentle, always smiling lightly, and it was only after ascending the throne that the thunderous wrists under the smiling face were slowly revealed.Moreover, Liang Han was far from being so smart and diligent when he was ten years old. He only did everything according to his ability. When did he become so strong?

"Use mine." Yan Chongjin handed over his hard bow, "The weather is cold recently, and the animal's tendons are easy to break."

Liang Hao took the somewhat heavy mulberry bow, and plucked the slender and clear bowstring, feeling that this thing is enough to play cotton.

"What kind of string are you?"

"Celestial silkworm spider silk."

It sounds quite high-end, but it is a bit against the common sense of biology.Liang Han tried to nock the arrow and draw the string, but after pulling it a few times, he failed to open the bow.

Someone came from behind.Yan Chongjin held his hands and demonstrated how to draw the bow to its full capacity: "To draw a strong bow, you need to transport your energy to the pubic area. Use your waistband to lower your shoulders and level your elbows. Hold the arrow instead of grasping the feathers. Aim at the red heart and shoot again... ..”

There was a tickle on the back of the neck, and I felt a burst of warm breath.The chest against the back is also warm, which contrasts sharply with the cool hands.Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat of the person behind him, Liang Han suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a gray pigeon flew over the archery target, and Yan Chongjin reflexively aimed at the bird in the sky.

"Don't!" Liang Han's heart fluttered, and the moment he let go of the arrow, he tilted his head, and the arrow missed.

Yan Chongjin put down his bow, took a step back, and looked over with deep eyes.

Liang Hao knew that it was nonsense to talk about protecting wild animals with the ancients, so he had to turn a corner: "Spring is coming soon, killing animals is not good."

Yan Chongjin was startled for a moment, then sneered.

Killing is bad?Then what is it to punish dissidents after he ascends the throne?What is it to conquer the wilds and conquer the world?What are the [-] Yan family troops who died in the Southern Wilderness? !

Liang Han was stared at by those cold eyes, but unwilling to lose his momentum, he pulled his neck and stared at him: "God has the virtue of good life, and a gentleman has a heart of compassion. Could it be that just because he holds a weapon in his hand, he can Are you willing to kill, cut, and seize based on your own selfish thoughts?"

Yan Chongjin's figure moved, and without warning, he drew his bow at him!

"Let's go, let's go!" Chunsheng screamed like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, "Mr. Yan, what are you doing?!"

"I said... I've never been a gentleman." Yan Chongjin paused every word, "I hope His Highness will remember my words, become a king in the future, and never forget my original intention." After speaking, he loosened his strings slowly, Turn around and leave.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright?" Chun Sheng rushed over in panic, and helped the crumbling little master.

Liang Han clutched his heart, looking palely at the retreating figure, a huge wave of shock arose in his heart.

It was him...that hateful look, the familiar murderous look, and the arrow that shot at him without hesitation...

The general in the dream turned out to be Yan Chongjin!

Yan Chongjin regretted it when he walked out of the shooting range.

How could I be so impatient and be on the verge of breaking out with an ignorant child?Liang Han is only ten years old now. Although he is smarter and more mature than his peers, his temperament is not yet finalized.Human nature is inherently good, childlike words, dislike of killing may not be hypocritical, maybe it comes from the heart.

Only this time, will he want to watch this child lose his innocence and grow into a ruthless emperor step by step through cold iron and warm blood?

The bright afternoon sun pierced through the thin clouds and fell on the glazed tiles like broken gold.Yan Chongjin walked slowly along the long vermilion palace wall, his feverish mind finally calmed down.

From the day he stepped into the East Palace, the Yan family was tied to the big ship of the princelings.If Liang Han dies, no matter whether he has anything to do with him or not, the emperor will also implicate the Yan family.Even if they were lucky enough to escape this catastrophe, and King Lian or King Qing would ascend the throne in the future, the Yan family, as the old wing of the prince who controlled the power in the Jianghu, would sooner or later be removed as a thorn in his side.

Revenge is important, but it is his own business, and his family must not be implicated by it.What's more, from the perspective of the world, Liang Han is indeed more suitable to be an emperor than the other two princes.So the best choice at the moment is to protect the crown prince, even if he is not happy with 1.

Or, put another way...

Yan Chongjin stopped, turned around and raised his eyes, looking back at the top of the East Palace in the distance.

What if I try my best to change this child from now on?If there is no accident, there are still five years before Jinshang's death, maybe it can make Liang Han different, maybe it can stop everything that happens in the future.

Just give Liang Han, yourself, and the whole world another chance... The eyes behind the silver mask suddenly darkened.

If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to kill.

......

That night, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince waited for his long-lost friend in his sleep.

"Old man, you are finally here!" Liang Han grabbed the other party's sleeve and asked uneasily, "What's going on? Why did I always have the same nightmare since I was a child? Why did Yan Chongjin want to kill me?"

"It shouldn't be." Si Ming showed astonishment, and then coughed dryly, "Maybe... Granny Meng sold the expired soup again."

"Can you be serious? I'm not kidding!" That terrible nightmare has tormented him for more than ten years. It is Liang Han's biggest knot, and it is also the driving force behind his research on archaeological history.

"The obsession was too deep in the previous life, and it is easy to be entangled by demons in this life. You have to ask yourself this matter."

"I do not understand what you mean."

"Forget it, I won't hide anything from you now." Si Ming smiled cheekily, "Liang Han, there is actually no bug. Your previous life was the mighty Emperor Dachun."

Emperor Chunwu ascended the throne at the age of 15 and took charge at the age of 17.Although he is a young emperor, he is scheming and talented.During his reign, he made great efforts to strengthen governance, push forward the old and innovate, and expel the barbarians and expand the land.He once cut down feudal vassals and pacified bandits, ruled the towns of two major state capitals, sent troops outside the Great Wall three times, and doubled the territory of Chun State.

However, successive years of wars and military aggression eventually led to a waste of national power.Liang Han was suspicious by nature, and his wrists were too iron-blooded. He severely suppressed courtiers and clansmen, and extorted money from gentry and merchants. When he died, he could be described as a lonely family.

Emperor Chunwu died suddenly at the age of 33.He had no heirs, nor did he leave an imperial edict to establish a reserve.The clans of the royal family fell into a battle for the throne, the newly unified world fell apart again, and the powers of various princes were re-separated.

"The emperor is guilty, and the law of heaven will punish him. It's just that the Nether Commander asked the heavenly court to say that it will not help the matter if you are sent to purgatory and crushed into fly ash. It is better to go back to the furnace and rebuild the line of destiny." Si Ming sighed, "Liang Han, not everyone can dress up as a prince, and don’t think that being an emperor is just enjoying the blessings of the emperor. You have to pay off every penny of the unjust debts of the past generations. In fact, you have been serving a prison sentence for 18 years, re-learning how to govern the world. Reasonable. When the time comes, I will naturally come back to make amends."

Liang Han was shocked and said: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Didn't you say that gods don't lie to you, old liar?!"

"But you're not human, you're just a guilty ghost." Si Ming flicked his sleeves, brushing out a smog freshly released in the 21st century. The passage has been dug, and you can now go and say goodbye to your parents."

"Wait, what happened to Yan Chongjin...hey!" Liang Han couldn't finish speaking, and was pushed out by the big sleeve again.

The figure of the other party disappeared into the darkness, but Si Ming suddenly reacted and stomped his feet.

"It's over, I forgot to tell him the most important thing!"