Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 692 Killing the enemy at a distance of 800 steps

   Zhang Sheng is such a son.

   And most importantly, this son is still lame.

  He has no expectations for the future of this son.

  But now... this expectation is rekindled.

  His Royal Highness's favorite student.

  In the world, there are few people who can do it.

   Not only that, the nine arrows shot out. Famous all over the world, everyone in the world does not know that his son shot dead the fifth prince of Tatar.

   This alone is enough to go down in history.

   What's more, all of this was provoked by the fifth prince himself. At the beginning, the competition was proposed by the fifth prince, and he was the first to propose the subsequent life and death contract. Everything...is his own fault.

  According to the rules on their prairie, it seems... quite reasonable.

  Death deserves it.

  Through this thought, Zhang Sheng burst into tears, wishing he could jump up and kiss Zhu Houzhao's face fiercely.

  Zhu Houzhao was naturally very happy in his heart. He was so happy. This is the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. He usually came to say that I am not the minister of the palace.

These ministers, don't think that they call themselves His Royal Highness the Crown Prince very affectionately in private, but once they are in front of everyone, they immediately restore the demeanor of the ancient ministers, as if I am a man of morality and integrity, and I don't pick any faults with Your Majesty and the Crown Prince , to show my past attitude of envy and enmity.

But now, the four words of great kindness and great virtue, never forgetting, made Zhu Houzhao feel elated: "There is nothing to thank, I am very humble, and I am too lazy to take the credit. This is all due to Yuan Xi himself. He learned from Ben Gong." His archery skills are quite assiduous, and Ben Gong only gave some pointers."

  Everyone was shocked.

   After a little bit of pointers, it's so powerful.

  His Royal Highness, isn’t that super god?

  …

  Among the crowd, Abu Hua stood in a daze. He looked under the tower and at the corpse. It seemed that no one cared about the Fifth Prince now.

   It's over, it's all over.

   It was my own suggestion to come to the mutual market at the beginning.

  The Great Khan trusted himself and believed that at this time, he needed to buy time, so he ordered himself to go on an envoy, and took this opportunity to explore the reality of Daming.

  It was also my own idea to contact the prince inside Daming. This prince has already sharpened his sword and been secretly testing the Tatars.

  Therefore, the fifth prince Chiju came here. In fact, it was his own idea. He told Da Khan that if he wants to unite with the prince, he must win the trust of others, so... the fifth prince came.

  But now...the Fifth Prince is dead.

  I don’t know if I died peacefully or not, but with so many blood holes on my body, I think it’s not too peaceful.

  Myself, how should I meet the Great Khan?

   This is the last heir of the Great Khan.

   Almost the same as, cut off children and grandchildren!

  A Buhua seems to have eaten a fly, he wants to...die.

  At this moment, at some point, someone patted him on the shoulder.

  He shuddered all over, and subconsciously turned his head to look, but it was Fang Jifan's sincere face: "Ah... Buhua? The name is correct, please forgive me."

   "..." Abu Hua licked her dry lips, but said nothing.

Fang Jifan said: "But to be honest, I have never seen a person like you, the fifth prince of Tatar, Chiju, who is so determined to die and insists on signing a life-and-death contract. How could you be so stupid? So far? The Tatars are indeed warriors, and they are not afraid of death. Abuhua, are you afraid of death?"

  Abuhua shuddered, and the fear deep in his heart was released like a Pandora's box at this moment.

"Humph!"

  He used a cold snort to cover up his weak heart, and raised his legs to walk, but just after taking a step, his feet went limp, and he slumped on the ground.

  …

  From the top to the bottom of the Wengcheng, there were endless cheers.

   This competition is absolutely exciting.

   People remember a lame man.

  …

  In the Forbidden City.

  Emperor Hongzhi felt a little anxious.

  Although...it's just a game of gambling, what's the point?

  But Emperor Hongzhi still felt uneasy. He found that his eyes kept jumping.

  So, he pushed away the memorial, simply lay down on the cushion, closed his eyes and meditated.

  Xiao Jing stood bowed on the side, seeing that His Majesty was bored, he said: "Your Majesty, please don't worry, the captain-in-law will definitely not ask for death, this servant knows him too well."

  Emperor Hongzhi opened his eyes: "Stop yelling about these words. Those who don't know will think that the words of Ji Fan are not believed."

  Xiao Jing said in his heart, this **** always keeps his word, if he keeps his word, we can all be called loyal.

  It's just... He didn't dare to say these words, so Xiao Jing said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, slaves will die forever."

  Emperor Hongzhi sighed, and said: "Hey, I think that Chijutsu is by no means so simple, so I can't rest assured in my heart."

  Xiao Jing thought for a while: "Your Majesty, there is one thing, which is quite strange. I found it at Dongchang..."

  But at this time, a **** hurried in: "Your Majesty..."

  Emperor Hongzhi felt his eyes twitch again, and he suddenly asked, "What?"

  The **** said: "There is news from Dongcheng that Tatar's Chishu actually asked to shoot at each other and signed a life-and-death contract!"

  Emperor Hongzhi's face suddenly turned cold, and his body trembled in anger: "Could this thief still want to kill my disciple of Ming Dynasty at the feet of the emperor?"

   This is a terrible thing.

   It's not good to make trouble, something will happen.

  Think about it, a Tatar prince came to Daming as an envoy.

   But he made a provocation, and finally killed a scholar of Daming Xishan Academy.

   So, how does it end?

  Does the imperial court not care? So where is Daming's face?

  But if you look into it deeply, then wouldn't it be a big statement without faith.

   This red technique is clearly provocative, and this is not to ask for peace and exchange.

  They killed my people, do they still want me to trade with them?

  But the original bet was the mutual market!

  Emperor Hongzhi trembled with anger, murderous intent loomed on his usually generous face.

  Xiao Jing hurriedly said: "Your Majesty calm down!"

  Emperor Hongzhi ignored him, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face getting colder and colder.

   "Also..." The **** secretly glanced at Emperor Hongzhi: "This time, the slaves know that it seems...it seems..."

   "Like what?"

  The **** said cautiously: "It seems that the captain Fang sent out this time is a cripple..."

   "..." Emperor Hongzhi was shocked.

  Eggplant, ah, no... lame!

  Is this a joke?

  Emperor Hongzhi slumped down on the imperial chair, feeling dizzy.

  When Xiao Jing saw this, he knew that His Majesty was furious, and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to vent his anger.

  Emperor Hongzhi stared straight at the void.

   "Jifan, did he have a brain disorder?"

   "I don't know about it." The **** said tremblingly.

  Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth: "Go call the imperial doctor and show him!"

   "Slave... Slave... let's go."

  …

   But at this time, an excited servant rushed to the General Administration Department under the order of Shuntian Fu Yin.

  The guard was out of breath: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

  The Secretary of General Administration immediately came out to greet him. Looking at the officer, he couldn't help feeling strange: "Where's the official document?"

   "There is no official document, it's oral performance, gambling, winning, winning!"

   won...

  The hairs of the General Secretary will explode.

  Good news, no wonder Shuntian Mansion is so eager to spread the news.

   "Our Daming won."

   "Naturally, you don't know about Tatar's Chijutsu, shooting to death. At that time, the two were far apart. Guess how many steps there are." The guard stretched out his palm excitedly: "Five hundred..."

   "Five hundred what?" The official of the General Secretary was taken aback.

"Five hundred steps." The guard excitedly started talking nonsense. In fact, he was at the scene, and he didn't know the exact number of steps. He only knew that the distance between the two sides was far away, which was completely beyond the shooting range of a normal shooter. With a dry look, he said: "It's at least five hundred steps, and people haven't seen it clearly yet, but our Da Ming's archer didn't even open his eyes, just closed his eyes, completely relying on a pair of ears. With a flick of his ears, he seemed to have discerned the direction of the Tatar Chiju, and then he shot an arrow. This arrow was truly earth-shattering, like a frightened bird. On this day, there were dark clouds rolling faintly, and strong winds followed. Tatar Chiju fell down at the sound."

   "Shot."

"Missed." The guard patted his stomach, a little hungry, but he still talked about it with relish: "Do you know the allusion of the frightened bird? It's only when it misses. Although this arrow missed , but I clearly saw that Chiju swayed and frightened."

  Five hundred steps, a bird of fright.

"It turns out that this arrow was just a deliberate concession by our Da Ming's sharpshooter. It was clearly a warning to Chi Shu. When Chi Shu saw this, he was terrified. He didn't expect that our Da Ming would actually return the arrow." There are such great heroes."

"It's too late to say, it's too soon, before the red technique knows how powerful it is, and we want to escape, we sharpshooters will shoot eight arrows in a row, eight arrows, these eight arrows, five hundred steps away , shot that Chiju's vitals everywhere, and Chiju was directly shot into a hedgehog, and has died since then."

  The hall official trembled.

   Fuck... There is such a miraculous thing.

  Five hundred steps to kill.

   There is also the skill of frightening the bird, nine consecutive shots?

  Our Great Ming...has such a great hero?

  God bless Daming, this is God's favor for His Majesty the Emperor.

  The official pressed his hand: "Are you sure it was five hundred steps, or did you shoot with your eyes closed?"

   "Why can't you be sure, so many people have seen it." The guard said seriously.

  The hall official shouted: "Come here, come here, enter the palace immediately... report the good news to Your Majesty."

  Here, there have been eunuchs on duty for a long time. When they heard the news, they ran away in a hurry.

  Five hundred steps, five hundred steps kill people invisible.

Ok? How many steps did you hear just now? Is it five hundred steps or eight hundred steps?

   It seems to be 800 steps.

   That's right, 800 steps away, 100 steps through Yang!

  …

  Recommend a book, Huan Yuya's <I'm Really Not a Rich Second Generation> will be on shelves tonight. It's a good book with new ideas.

  (end of this chapter)