Emperor's Women

LAN Haotian waved and signaled that the man could go down. It's not good to always observe in the dark. He decided to give Shufei a little talk and let her people explore the reality.

At noon the next day, in the woods. Fang Yan came in quietly with hate Jin and looked around. There was no one. She took out some things from behind.

Nailing the target to the tree trunk, he took out the prepared gun from behind his waist, handed it to hate Jin, and said to hate Jin, "start."

Hate Jin nodded, took the gun, opened the insurance, aimed at the target not far away and shot.

Nine Rings in one shot. It's a beautiful shot. Fang Yan nodded with satisfaction and said, "step back three steps."

I stepped back three steps. The distance is nothing for adults, but it is a little far for children. In addition, it is the hottest time at noon, and the sun is also very hot. Even in the woods, the sun and stars can still shine on the little body through the leaves.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. Hate Jin looked at the target not far away. Another bullet passed, still nine rings.

This gun was brought by Fang Yan when he came. Hate Jin is young. Fang Yan wanted to make him his own gun. However, the ancient conditions are too backward. If you want to shoot a gun out, you won't say how much trouble you have to make. Moreover, the recoil force of the gun made of those scrap iron must be very large. Hate Jin is still small. It will inevitably make him unbearable to use a gun with such a recoil force.

Just use her pistol. Although the recoil is also a little big, it has been reduced to the lowest possible.

Two rounds and nine rings, Fang Yan was very satisfied. He just let hate Jin stand there and continue to practice, but didn't let him continue to retreat.

After another four rounds of bullets, Fang Yan asked hate Jin to step back three steps.

At this time, hate Jin's hand with the gun had trembled slightly. Fine sweat flowed down hate Jin's small face, but Fang Yan turned a blind eye and still looked at her with her hands around her chest.

"Step back three more steps." seeing that hate Jin was too tired, Fang Yan ordered coldly. It was as if her son was not in front of her, but the soldier in her hand.

The little guy looked at Fang Yan pitifully. Seeing that she was indifferent, he could only continue to step back three steps, take a gun and aim.

It's a pity that once he retreated, he retreated far away. In addition, he was out of strength. The little guy's hand holding the gun was a little unstable and trembled even more. I aimed at it several times, but I couldn't get it right.

Fang Yan sighed, went to hate Jin, helped him hold his arm, and said coldly, "can you fight this time?"

The little guy nodded, looked carefully and shot. However, because the distance was too far, it was empty.

Try again. It's still empty. Three shots in a row, all empty. Pull the trigger again and the bullet will be empty.

This is twice empty. Fang Yan took out the bullet again from behind his waist, loaded it, handed it to Han Jin, walked behind him, squatted down, put his head on his shoulder, held his small hand in his big hand, and said softly, "aiming at a long distance is generally not the same as at a close distance. You look at the target, raise it up a little, like this." he said, help the little guy find it, and then, He shook his wrist again and said, "your wrist should also use strength. Don't let it shake. Try again this time."

The little guy nodded hard. With Fang Yan's guidance, he also had confidence in his heart. Shoot confidently and hit the bull's-eye!

"Empress mother! You see! The minister hit! This is the first time the minister hit a bull's-eye at such a distance!" hen Jin was very excited and clapped her hands with joy on her face.

"You did well." Fang Yan smiled and took out his handkerchief to wipe her sweat. In the grass, an inconspicuous place, an inconspicuous person, was hiding there, quietly wrote down the scene, turned and left.

Seeing that the gun practice was almost over, it was time for Fang Yan to take hate Jin's hand, return to Fengyi palace and start preparing for dinner.

"Empress mother, did the children's ministers practice well today?" hate Jin drooped her two small short legs and looked at Fang Yan with stars in her eyes.

Fang Yan smiled lovingly and gave him a piece of meat to eat: "well, hate Jin is the best. Come on, eat more. You're growing up now. You can't be picky about food."

Little hate Jin nodded and ate.

At noon the next day, Fang Yan went to the forest with hate Jin. This time, they did not practice guns, but throwing knives.

The Dao brought back from Hyundai has been handed over to LAN Haotian. However, Fang Yan's hands are not white. She has a pair of skillful hands. Although needlework embroidery was learned recently, her arms are not made in a day or two. They have been cultivating their own weapons for many years.

Basically, she has repaired and disassembled all the weapons she can use. Naturally, she is familiar with all the principles and imprints them in her mind. It's natural to make one yourself.

Tie the throwing knife to hate Jin's hand. Fang Yan slightly raised his chin and said, "practice."

Hate Jin's wrist trembled slightly and the throwing knife came out, but when she stopped, she was accidentally hit by the knife handle.

At that time, the fleshy little hand turned red. Hate Jin raised her big eyes and looked at Fang Yan with tears.

He sighed deeply. It was his son who couldn't be so cruel. He went to hate Jin's side, took out his gloves from his arms, handed them to him and said, "practice again this time."

The little guy immediately smiled. Just now his poor strength disappeared. He put on his gloves and began to practice again.

However, just a moment later, Fang Yan found the problem. Let him pause and stand beside her: "look, this gesture is like this... You just made a mistake, you know? Do it again."

Not far away, the maid who came yesterday ran away again. Quietly backed out.

On the third day, Fang Yan began to teach the little guy to practice guns again.

"A few days ago, you've always been a standing target. This time, your mother will make it more difficult for you. You should be careful." Fang Yan walked to the tree trunk not far away. There was a wooden stick on the target in his hand, and the target was fixed on the square wooden stick. Fang Yan held the square stick far away.

Shaking up and down, Fang Yan said to the confused hate Jin: "this time, fight."

Hate Jin still didn't understand: "empress mother, why is this?"

"Do you think those enemies would be foolish enough to stand there and let you aim and shoot?" Fang Yan explained.

Hate Jin suddenly realized that she didn't ask anything. She raised her gun and shot at the shaking target.

Sure enough, I missed.

Try again and still miss.

After trying several times, hen Jin didn't hit. Hen Jin was annoyed: "empress mother! It's impossible! How can you hit it when you move so fast!"

Looking at hate Jin's annoyed look, Fang Yan put down the target, walked to his side, looked up slightly at the target and said to him, "you stand there, like the queen mother just now."

Hate Jin "Oh", trotted over, picked up the target, stretched her small arm as long as possible, and then began to move up and down.

Fang Yan basically didn't look at it. He shot three shots. Each shot hit the bull's-eye.

Seeing that, hate Jin was stunned. She looked at the target and Fang Yan. Her face was full of worship: "empress mother! You're great! How did you do it!" she said, threw the target directly, ran to Fang Yan's side, held her legs, raised her small face, and her face was full of excited blush.

"Want to learn?" Fang Yan sold a pass rarely, and was satisfied to see that hate Jin nodded like mashing garlic.

"Calm down and eliminate all the distractions in your heart. As long as you see the target, shoot directly. Don't hesitate. Shoot whether you can't hit it or not. The longer you hesitate, the more uncertain you will be. Understand?"

"Understand!" hate Jin nods hard.

Pick up the target again and Fang Yan moves up and down. Hen Jin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were full of firmness. According to the method taught by Fang Yan just now, release a shot!

"Hit!" hate Jin jumped up with joy and clapped her hands again and again.

Although he didn't play very well, at least he hit, which makes people feel happy.

Fang Yan nodded slightly and just wanted to praise. Not far away, the grass suddenly shook slightly for several times.

There is no wind here. Where does it come from? Fang Yan's heart suddenly sank, someone!

Robbed the gun in Han Jin's hand and fired a shot directly into the grass. With a bang, it was very accurate. Only a scream came from the grass. The mother and son looked at each other and ran to the grass. A strange maid in waiting covered her legs with a pale face.

"Empress mother! Good marksmanship! You can hit like this! I admire my son!" hate Jin didn't understand, but said Fang Yan performed the marksmanship in front of him.

Fang Yan Leng hum, didn't answer with hate Jin, grabbed the maid's hair and asked her to look up at herself. There was a rolling anger in her eyes: "say, who sent you! How do you know here!"

"It's me!" not far away, LAN Haotian's voice sounded. Fang Yan looked up in shock and looked around. In another part of the forest, LAN Haotian surrounded Fang Yan with a group of people. The archers are ready to face Fang Yan and hate Jin.

How could hate Jin have seen such scenes of tension? His father Khan and his mother have always respected each other and loved each other. When will you treat each other like this?

On the contrary, Fang Yan swept away the hostility on his face, and in a twinkling he returned to a light wind. He threw the maid of honor to the ground, walked to LAN Haotian with a smile, and slowly spit out four words: "are you following me?"

This is an interrogative sentence, but it is an affirmative sentence. She's not a fool. She's passing by.

The archers are ready to point at their mother and son. What does that mean? Do you want to take their lives?

LAN Haotian waved back slightly. The archers quickly put away their weapons and stood behind LAN Haotian.