When the cannon fodder gets the golden finger [Transmigration Book]

The princes and companions are noble sons with prominent identities. Although they are companions, taking the place of a book boy, they are also serious students who attend classes with the princes.The master who taught them riding and archery was Li Tong, the chief coach of the Imperial Guard, and the most experienced martial arts champion over the years.Those who have official positions in the imperial guards are basically from the martial arts examination.Any Wu Jinshi and

No. They are all masters.

They warmed up before class with a decent set of boxing. Zhao Xi didn't dare to get close, and sat far away on the lawn of the field, regardless of whether it was cold or not, looking at them eagerly with his legs crossed.

After about half an hour, they started to practice archery. They went to the weapon storeroom to take out their own bows and arrows.There are all kinds of knives, guns and sticks in the arsenal. Because everyone's personal ability is different, the ones they use are all custom-made and stored here.

When Zhao Xueyang first entered the palace, the emperor made arrangements for him, but there was not enough time and the bow was not ready yet.He followed in and watched others find his bow and quiver familiarly.He paced to one side, around the racks, where on the back wall hung swords, knives, and daggers, and on the other wall were some fine bows.

There is a short bow of ebony wood on it, and the whole bow is smooth and natural.He touched the strings on it lightly. The tight strings seemed to be made of animal tendons. He looked for a long time but couldn't tell what kind of beast it was.The cold string body seemed to have a murderous look, and could cut his fingers at any time.

"Your Majesty," the coach next to him saw that he seemed to like this bow, and said kindly: "This bow is called Huiyue, and it is made of black sandalwood. Right—this one?" He pointed to another bow with fine workmanship and said, "It's made of excellent birch wood, with a load capacity of 120 catties, which is more suitable for your daily practice?"

One stone is about sixty catties, and two stones is the limit for ordinary people.In addition to those who are born with supernatural powers, they can draw bows of more than three stones.That Huiyue Bow was actually five stones, it was unheard of.

Zhao Xueyang took Huiyue off and held it in his hand to look at it. It feels good in the hand, and the production is of the highest quality. It stands to reason that weapons of this level should appear in the collections of emperors and even major families. How could they appear in the weapons of the imperial guards? In the warehouse?Just put it there in a big way.

"Does this bow have an owner?" Zhao Xueyang asked, he is not a bow lover, but he has a natural love for this kind of treasure.But he couldn't force it because he was not capable enough. He couldn't draw the bow at all. After looking at it for a while, he put it back and picked up the birch bow instead.

"Hui Shizi, this is the bow inherited from the head coach's family. No one in the [-] forbidden army can draw Huiyue except him."

"Oh?" Zhao Xueyang smiled thoughtfully.

"Are you ready, Siyin?" The eldest prince came over, looked at the birch bow in his hand and nodded, then asked the instructor: "How many stones is this?"

"Back to Your Highness, it was Ershi who opened it."

The eldest prince looked at him worriedly when he heard the words, and said, "Ershi? Siyin, don't force yourself."

Everyone took their bows and arrows and went out. Some people looked this way in surprise.Zhao Xueyang raised his hand, stroked the bowstring, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I have a measure."

Lu Sui couldn't say anything more, he also wanted to see Zhao Xueyang's strength, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go."

The coach is Li Tong, the chief coach of the Forbidden Army. Li Tong doesn't look like a tough guy.He is more than eight feet tall, with a dark face and unshaven beard, which looks a bit rough.The dirty and greasy hair on the forehead couldn't hide the deep eyebrows.A knife scar aggressively crossed the brow bone on the right side of his face to the lower jaw, making him look murderous.

Because Zhao Xueyang was a freshman, Li Tong paid extra attention to him and saw that there was nothing wrong with his straddling posture and technique. As usual, he asked them to stand 50 meters away and practice aiming at the target with arrows.Li Tong and the other two coaches were patrolling their postures outside.

Zhao Xi rested his chin and watched them practice not far away,

The first round passed quickly.Usually two instructors went to pick up arrows, but now seeing him watching a play there with nothing to do, they waved to him and shouted loudly:

"Hey—you, just you!" He pointed to Zhao Xi who was looking around, "Come here!"

Many eyes on the field were cast over, disdainful, contemptuous, and most of them were indifferent.Zhao Xi didn't know what happened, so he ran over nervously.

"Go and pick up the arrows and pack them in bags of ten." The coach instructed him.

"Oh, oh good." Zhao Xi glanced at Zhao Xueyang's face, wanting to see if he had any instructions, but saw that he just lowered his head and rubbed his arms, arranging his wristband.I had to agree.

He was picking up arrows over there, and some people ridiculed him for being slow and urged him to hurry up.Zhao Xueyang watched the figure from a distance squatting and moving very hard. The loudest booing in the crowd was the fourth prince's companion, and he gave him a vague glance.For nothing else, Zhao Xi was brought by him, and Ji Yu was clearly provoking Zhao Xueyang indirectly.

Ji Yu's voice became quieter, and he secretly glanced at the second prince's face in embarrassment.Seeing his pair of phoenix eyes raised at any time, he was indifferently looking at the figure picking up arrows in the distance.

Li Tong had a panoramic view of this subtle movement, the princes were always at odds with each other, he just watched a play and stood aside with arms folded.

It was not easy for Zhao Xi to pack the quiver, he was nervous and tired, and sweating profusely, he carried a large bundle of quiver to go to work.

The two coaches produced some fruit for him and distributed it to the gentlemen.Zhao Xi handed the last bag to Zhao Xueyang.

Zhao Xueyang looked at his glowing red face, with thin sweat on his forehead.Seeing that he didn't reach out to pick it up immediately, Zhao Xi raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Your Highness."

"—En." Zhao Xueyang took it with his left hand.

"The servant has stepped back." Zhao Xi gasped a little, and wanted to find a place to sit and rest for a while.

"Go." He stopped looking at him and lowered his head to button the quiver.

. .Yuyan. .

Zhao Xi was about to walk away when he noticed that Zhao Xueyang's right hand, which was fiddling with the quiver, was trembling invisible.He thought for a moment that he had misread it, and when he sat on the lawn to rest, his mind was full of thoughts about whether his hand was injured.

Zhao Xueyang did not have any problems until the end of this training. Zhao Xi picked up arrows several times in succession. In the end, even those aristocrats who practiced with half-stone bows were a little bit powerless. The temples were wet, and beads of condensation slid down the forehead to the chin.

"Okay!" Finally, Li Tong spoke, ending today's class.

The crowd was in a hurry to release their weapons, Zhao Xueyang stood on the spot for a rest, took off his quiver and straightened it seemingly casually, and fell behind the crowd.

Zhao Xi saw it and was about to go there, when he saw a man walk up to Zhao Xueyang, put his big hand on his shoulder and patted him.

"That's right," Li Tong said, squeezing his shoulders, "The two stone bows can be practiced in the same way as their one stone. His Royal Highness really surprised me."

The twinkling eyes drooped to cover the smile that had achieved the purpose inside.Zhao Xueyang's bright red lips hooked up, and then she looked up with an embarrassed smile.

"Coach Li won the prize."

"Hey," Li Tong waved his hand, "What should be praised is still to be praised. Go, go and put down your things, and go back and rub your arms with medicinal wine."

When Zhao Xi ran over, he saw him watching the tall man's back without understanding, his eyes were deep and scary.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Zhao Xi called him in a low voice.

"En." Zhao Xueyang responded lightly, and handed him the bow in his hand. "Take it."

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