Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 152 Calculation
Feng Twelve withdrew his gaze, suddenly turned around and walked to the sidelines, bowing to Lin Yang who was dozing off.

"Sir, if I can shoot down ten grapes today, please teach me archery in the future."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"Twelve, what do you mean?" Feng Wuqiong saw that he ignored him and didn't mention the prize, so he jumped up and said angrily, "How dare you look down on me!"

There were eleven grapes on the plate, and Feng Twelve threatened to shoot down ten of them, leaving only one for Feng Wuqiong. Such ridicule was more painful than giving him a slap in the face in public.

Feng Wuqiong was furious and shouted to his companion, "Bring me my bow and arrow!"

Under the scorching sun, eleven green grapes hung in the air, almost invisible from a distance.

Feng Twelve and Feng Wuqiong each stood on the sidelines carrying a box of arrows. One's arrow feathers were painted red, and the other's were painted yellow, to distinguish their respective battle results.

With the command, the arrow in Feng Wuqiong's hand was the first to fly and shoot towards the grapes.

The feather arrow flew through the air and pierced the ground.

Missed.

The princes who were watching outside the arena laughed at each other, some expressed regret, some laughed at him.

Feng Wuqiong blushed when he heard this and drew his bow and arrow again.

This time, before he could shoot the arrow, he saw a sharp light flash across his field of vision and shoot forward like a meteor.

A grape suddenly disappeared.

Along with the arrows.

There was an uproar outside the stadium again, "We got it!" someone shouted.

Feng Twelve pretended not to hear the shouting. He put the second arrow on the bow and released it again like thunder.

“——Another hit!”

This time, more people exclaimed, and their eyes were filled with surprise when they looked at Feng Twelve.

Hitting one might be luck, but the second one also hit, so what about the third one?
Feng Twelve still looked straight ahead, raised his arms, and aimed the third arrow forward.

A string sounded——

"…again, hit again!" Someone jumped up.

The screams from the sidelines made Feng Wuqiong very angry.

He glared at Feng Twelve fiercely, pulled the longbow to its full extent, and released the arrow with all his might.

"Alas, it missed." One of the princes sighed, "Old Six's accuracy is still not good enough."

Feng Wuqiong angrily threw the longbow at the man and shouted, "There's something wrong with this bow. Give me another one!"

His companions quickly picked up the bow and replaced it with a new one.

While this was going on, Feng Twelve had already fired five missiles in a row, and every one of them hit the target.

"I think we should not compete," Feng Wuqiong's companion advised softly, "Sixth Prince, the wind is strong today, it is not suitable to use arrows."

Feng Wuqiong slapped him in the face, causing his mouth and nose to bleed.

"I just don't believe that I can't beat him!"

He pulled out three arrows, put them side by side on the string, aimed at the grapes in the distance, and shot three arrows in one breath.

"Wow——" an exclamation came from outside the venue.

Feng Wuqiong showed a slight smug look on his face.

But the next moment, the exclamation changed its tone and turned into a uniform "Ah——"

All three arrows missed.

Before the sighs subsided, there was another startled cry: "It's a winner!"

The arrow that hit the target was Feng Twelve's.

The scarlet arrow feather flashed and took away the sixth grape.

He hit six out of eleven, and even if the remaining five were all hit by Feng Wuqiong, he still lost.

Feng Wuqiong was filled with hatred and panic, and he no longer cared about scolding his companion. He picked up the arrow and shot it out madly. However, the more panicked he became, the more his hands shook, and the arrow floated in the air and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Feng Wuqiong roared angrily and broke the longbow into two pieces.

"Ah!" He screamed suddenly, but his palm was pierced by the broken bow wood.

Blood flowed down his palms. His fellow students were horrified and rushed forward to bandage him.

Feng Twelve, who was not far away, didn't even look over here. He still stood firmly in the same place, drawing the bow and releasing the arrow in one go.

Feng Wuqiong fell to the ground and watched him shoot the other five.

Only a row of silk threads remained on the horizontal bar in the distance, floating in the wind like thin spider silk.

The princes and attendants watching on the sidelines became quiet. They looked at Feng Twelve putting away his bow and arrow, their eyes filled with admiration, surprise, envy and jealousy.

Feng Wuqiong said hatefully: "...Didn't you say you would only shoot ten?"

Feng Twelve ignored him and walked straight past him to Lin Yang: "Sir."

Lin Yang curled up in a bamboo chair, like an old man leaning against a wall to bask in the sun in winter, even though the summer sun was shining directly on his head.

"Sir, there was something wrong with my archery just now. Please give me some advice." Feng Twelve said.

The old man in front of him trembled his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

Lin Yang's gaze seemed to be unfocused, and it took a long time before it stopped on his face.

"Eleven grapes, and you didn't keep any." he said slowly.

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes: "It just happened to be convenient for the time being."

Lin Yang chuckled: "Leave a way for others so that we can meet again in the future. Have you ever heard of this truth?"

Feng Twelve stared at his toes: "What if one line is not enough?"

The old man opposite seemed to be quiet for a moment. Feng Twelve looked at the other person's shadow cast on the ground, which moved slightly like a breeze blowing across the lake.

A laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.

Lin Yang said: "Raise your hands."

Feng Twelve was puzzled, but still did as he was told.

Lin Yang leaned forward from his chair, put his dry fingers on his wrist, and pinched his arm joints inch by inch.

"You are a good martial artist." He said slowly, "But you are a prince, so what if you learn martial arts?"

"At least I can protect myself." Feng Twelve said.

Lin Yang smiled and let go of his arm.

"The way to use troops is to show softness and meet the enemy with hardness. Do you know when to show and when to meet the enemy?"

Feng Twelve raised his eyes and said: "My disciple is not very talented and I rely on your guidance, sir."

Lin Yang raised two fingers and shook them left and right: "I am ordered by His Majesty to teach the prince, not just your teacher."

"Yes." Feng Twelve looked him straight in the eyes, "Disciple understands."

Lin Yang looked at him and finally burst into laughter.

……

In the carriage, Fang Tong listened to Feng Twelve's past and was absorbed in it. After a long while, he asked, "So this is how you became General Lin's disciple?"

Feng Twelve nodded slightly: "I was plotting against him on purpose. He could have stopped me from competing with Feng Wuxian, but he didn't."

From that moment on, he knew that all his hard training had not been in vain. Whether Lin Yang was out of sympathy or admiration, the other party was willing to give him a chance.

"General Lin still values ​​talent after all." Fang Tong said, "He is so old and has walked more bridges than we have walked on roads. How can he not see your calculations?"

Feng Twelve looked up at her. When Fang Tong said the word "we", it gave people the illusion that she had been with him since that summer.

His eyes darkened slightly as he moved his gaze towards the window frame behind her. The scorching sun outside the window shone through her hair, casting a little light on the top of the silver hairpin.

"Let's get back to the topic. Did Prince Jing have any friendship with you at that time?" Fang Tong asked.

She still remembered that the first person they discussed was Prince Jing, but in the past narrated by Feng Twelve, Prince Jing Feng Yuyang never appeared.