The prince is no longer a man

After half a day, Pei Rong's arms were already sore and swollen, and his palms were in burning pain. The previous excitement had gone away. Pei Rong took a small breath, hoping to relieve the pain in his palms a little.

The soldiers in Dongyuan saw Pei Rong's actions, and it was a little funny, this young man was too delicate and tender, but having said that, Pei Rong's appearance did not match the military camp.

Most of the men in the martial arts field are rough and tough men. They drink big bowls, eat meat, and bleeding is commonplace. How can anyone hold a bow for a long time and blow their hands there?

But Pei Rong's posture is very good, no matter what he does, he always looks pleasing to the eye, and those hands that look pampered, rather than holding a bow and arrow, are more suitable for taking good care of them.

Therefore, although the soldiers were slandering in their hearts, they couldn't help but separate their minds and look at Pei Rong frequently.

Duan Jingxun naturally noticed it too, he pondered for a while, then walked over, and asked bluntly, "Why don't you practice anymore?"

Pei Rong thought that Duan Jingxun was here to question him, and immediately put his hands behind his back: "I will continue practicing after a short rest!"

What Duan Jingxun wanted to say got stuck in his throat because of Pei Rong's answer, and he felt a little bored. This was not what he meant, as long as Pei Rong told him that his hand hurts, why would he let Pei Rong continue to practice?

One of the two was dissatisfied and irritable, and the other hung his head in silence, making Huo Qin think that something happened, and came over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Duan Jingxun pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to speak, Pei Rong could only take the initiative to say: "It's nothing, I just have some hand pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Rong saw that Duan Jingxun's expression turned cold.

"But your hand is injured?" Huo Qin said, "Let me see."

Pei Rong stretched out his hand with an aggrieved face, and opened his palm to look. There were red marks pulled out by the bowstring on the palm, and in some deeper places, there were a few drops of dried blood.

When Huo Qin saw it, he frowned instantly: "How could you be hurt like this?"

After hearing Huo Qin's question, Pei Rong only felt that his hand hurt even more.

Usually when in the palace, if Pei Rong stumbles and stumbles accidentally, he would cry to Princess Shun, Princess Shun loves Pei Rong very much, no matter how small things are, she will be extremely nervous.

If it leaves a mark on the body, it is to the point of wishing to ask the emperor for an imperial physician.

Today was the most painful time for Pei Rong in his life, Pei Rong had endured it extremely, Huo Qin's voice of concern made Pei Rong's petty tempers all come out.

He withdrew his hand aggrieved and pitifully, and said sullenly: "It hurts so much, I've never been in such pain."

This is Pei Rong's usual tone when he acts like a spoiled princess to Princess Shun. If it is normal, he would still put his arms around Princess Shun and call his mother sweetly. he went.

If Huo Qin understood what Pei Rong meant, he might be able to let him rest today, so that he can go back to recuperate and take medicine.

Sure enough, when Huo Qin heard this, the expression on his face became more serious.

"It's still too little practice."

Huo Qin still frowned, and said seriously: "It's only been half a day. From tomorrow onwards, you will come to Dongyuan and draw your bow [-] times a day. Within three days, this problem will be cured." "

Pei Rong: ...

"Mao time? Draw the bow five hundred times?" Pei Rong asked in shock as if he had been greatly stimulated.

"Yes," Huo Qin explained: "Since you like archery, you must practice hard."

If you want to talk about what it feels like to lift a rock and hit yourself in the foot, Pei Rong finally understands at this moment, he is struggling to think of how to say so that Huo Qin can understand what he means, Duan Jingxun suddenly speaks out.

"Okay," Duan Jingxun said, "Since Shizi's hand is injured, let's stop here for today."

Pei Rong didn't expect that the person who saved him was Duan Jingxun, so he asked uncertainly: "Really?"

Duan Jingxun said expressionlessly: "If you want to draw the bow five hundred times a day, I will naturally not stop you."

Back to Zhaohua Palace, the maid seemed to have got the news, the ointment and warm water were properly prepared, and even the imperial physician was waiting outside the palace.

Pei Rong felt strange, took advantage of the time to apply the medicine, and asked: "Why are you all so well prepared, the imperial physicians have been invited?"

The chief eunuch of Zhaohua Palace replied: "Before the son came back, the prince had ordered someone to pass the news back. The son's hand was injured, so he ordered the servants to take good care of it."

"It's the prince again..."

Pei Rong murmured, has Duan Jingxun been too kind to him recently?

Pei Rong was thoughtful, and even the pain when applying the medicine seemed to have eased a bit, but the maid who applied the medicine was very gentle, and looked at Pei Rong cautiously from time to time, for fear that if she was not careful, she would cause pain to the prince.

After all, when the crown prince sent someone to pass on the message, he also specially told that the prince is most afraid of pain, and if the prince suffers pain, it will be them who will suffer.

Pei Rong didn't know about this, and was still thinking about Duan Jingxun in his heart.

First, he suddenly taught him archery, and even invited an imperial doctor for him. For some reason, Pei Rong felt a little guilty.

But the situation has already been endured, and after thinking about it, he can't think of a reason. Pei Rong thought of what Duan Jingxun said to him in the past few days, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

He called a little eunuch and gave some instructions softly, the little eunuch responded cleverly, Pei Rongcai gained some confidence in his heart.

You have to return the feelings you have received, otherwise Pei Rong really doesn't know how to face Duan Jingxun.

Looking at his palms covered with red marks, Pei Rong forced a smile, and couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relaxed.

After taking the medicine, Pei Rong suddenly became a little bored while staying in Zhaohua Palace. He didn't let the maids follow him, and was going to walk around at will to let go of the turmoil in his heart.

But when he walked out of the East Palace, Pei Rong suddenly didn't know where to go. He still remembered how he lost his way last time. If he bumped into someone else this time, Pei Rong felt that he might not be able to escape so easily.

Pei Rong simply sat down in the octagonal pavilion with double eaves on the east corridor, outside the pavilion there were occasional maids who bowed their heads and walked quickly, but it was considered quiet.

At the other end of the corridor, there was a young man walking slowly, he would cough continuously after a few steps, and when he coughed badly, he would bend over and stand firmly with his palms on the cylinder.

Hearing Pei Rong turn his head to look around, when he got closer, he realized that the person who came was pale and delicate, and the long gown hanging on his body was empty, it was the Fifth Prince Duan Yueli.

Duan Yueli didn't have any court ladies and eunuchs behind him, his indifferent eyes seemed to be unable to see everything around him, no matter whether he was in the palace or a chaotic alley, it seemed to make no difference to Duan Yueli.

And Duan Yueli was one of the few people Pei Rong knew in the palace, Pei Rong was never a person who turned a blind eye, he subconsciously shouted: "Fifth Prince."

Duan Yue didn't stop walking, and his eyes didn't change at all, he walked past Pei Rong silently.

Pei Rong thought Duan Yueli didn't hear it, so he yelled again, Duan Yueli then stopped and looked at him quietly.

Pei Rong felt a little overwhelmed by him, and asked out of words: "Where is the Fifth Prince going?"

"Too hospital." Duan Yueli said in a hoarse voice.

Pei Rong got the answer, but didn't know what to say, so he could only nod his head in response.

He didn't say anything more for a few months, and continued to walk forward.

Pei Rong felt that the Fifth Prince was very strange, so he couldn't help but follow along, and happened to be two little maids walking in front of him, when they saw Duan Yueli, they hid away as if they were frightened, and saluted Duan Yueli in a low voice .

There was no reaction for a few months, and it was not until he walked over that the two little maids patted their chests with lingering fear, as if they were rejoicing after a catastrophe.

Pei Rong intentionally asked the two little maids to come over to ask questions, but unexpectedly, when the little maids heard Pei Rong mentioning the Fifth Prince, they were so frightened that they fell to their knees, shouting that the slaves don't know anything.

Seeing that the little maid was trembling with fright, Pei Rong could only let it go.

Not long after, when Pei Rong came back with two packs of medicine in his hand, Duan Yueli couldn't help asking: "The fifth prince is going to get the medicine?"

After meeting by chance last time, Pei Rong could naturally see that Duan Yueli was not favored, but he didn't expect that Duan Yueli would even go to get the medicine himself, after all, there are still famous maids serving in Ganquan Palace, how could Pei Rong not be allowed to take care of him? surprise.

Duan Yueli's footsteps paused, his shoulders trembled slightly, Pei Rong saw that something seemed wrong in Duan Yueli, and quickly said: "I...I have no other meaning."

As soon as the words fell, Duan Yueli fell straight forward, and fainted to the ground with a "boom".

Pei Rong was startled, and hurriedly ran over and leaned over to check, Duan Yueli's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were chapped and white, his whole body was exuding abnormally high temperature, and he had already passed out.

Duan Jingxun also returned to the palace at this time. On the way back to the main hall, he turned his feet and walked towards Zhaohua Hall.

When he found that Pei Rong was not in Zhaohua Hall, Duan Jingxun asked coldly, "Where is the son of the world?"