pretty little cook

Chapter 372 Twelve Princes ([-])

The so-called martial arts field was just cleaned up from the eating place last night. Yongen and Fukang'an also participated in the competition. Qi Qi and Shi Gege stood at the front with Mi Xiaowan. Gege and Qiqi, the two awesome Gege, no one dared to squeeze them, so Mi Xiaowan's vision was wider.

There are ten archery targets on the field. The so-called competition is to ride a horse and shoot at these targets while running. The winner is the one who hits the most.

The first ones to play are Fukang'an and his sons, then Yong En and his sons and Baylors, and finally the emperor's sons.

Facing these unknown kings and grandchildren, Mi Xiaowan only cared about the people she knew. Fukang'an shot eight of them, the ninth shot was only on the edge of the target, and the last shot was on the pillar supporting the target. , is the first in the son brother.

When Yongen was on the field, Mi Xiaowan's eyes unnaturally followed him. I often heard people say that Yongen is both civil and military, but when she saw him galloping on the martial field with her own eyes today, she was still shocked, jujube On the red horse, Yong En held the rein in one hand and the whip in the other, and carried a bow and arrow and quiver behind him. The galloping horse drove Yong En's dark green robe, and Mi Xiaowan could see the tightness in the robe from the flying robe. The fur trousers attached to Yong En's legs, and the fur trousers that were tightly attached to them allowed Mi Xiaowan to clearly see the line of Yong En's legs. The strong and streamlined lines made Mi Xiaowan unable to move her eyes away.

One, two, three, Yong En hit nine arrows in a row, and at the last arrow, Mi Xiaowan's heart rose to her throat. For some reason, she really hoped that Yong En could hit it. She hoped that he would be the best. of!

But just when Yong En was about to shoot the last arrow, he suddenly turned his head, smiled at Mi Xiaowan, then took the arrow, put on the bow, and shot perfectly, but for some reason, the arrow missed the bull's-eye , but shot on the pillar like Fukang'an.

What no one noticed was that the emperor and the empress dowager sitting at the top looked at each other and smiled.

Then the Empress Dowager said something that was incomprehensible. "Smart people, what's even more rare is to judge the situation!"

The emperor sighed slightly. "I hope he's not a wolfish ambition. It's a little bit reluctant to kill such a talent!"

After shooting the arrow, Yong Enle stopped the steed, looked at the position where the arrow feather fell, and turned his head to Mi Xiaowan with a bright smile.

Yong En's smile was like the first rain after the rain, brilliant and warm, making Mi Xiaowan feel warm all over her body. For some reason, she felt that Yong En did it on purpose, and his arrow just now could hit the bull's-eye. But he intentionally shot on the pillar. Originally, she still had some regrets, but when she saw Yong En's smile, she felt that it didn't matter. It didn't matter if he hit or missed!

Unconsciously, Mi Xiaowan also smiled brightly at Yong En.

The smile on the corner of Yongen's mouth grew bigger. The happiest thing in life is nothing more than the reward for your efforts. Today his smile got Xiao Wan's response, which is very good!

At this moment, another person rode his horse onto the martial field, Yong En had no choice but to ride his horse down the martial field.

Looking at Yongen's back, the smile on Mi Xiaowan's face gradually faded. Although she didn't want to admit it, the name Yongen had been deeply burned into her heart and blood. Don't try to forget this person.

(End of this chapter)