The widow is a curse

Chapter 57
"Your majesty, you are still young, why don't you let the old minister draw the bow for you!"

Shangguan Xiang took a step forward in good faith to rescue Bei Gonghan.

"General Shangguan! What do you mean?!"

Bei Gongxiao snorted coldly.

"Under the Great Yan ancestor system, the one who draws the bow must be the Son of Heaven. You draw the bow for the Emperor. Are you the Son of Heaven?!"

"This……"

Shangguan Xiang couldn't help being speechless.

"General Shangguan, I know you are worried for me, don't worry, although I am still young, I have a lot of strength!"

Bei Gonghan turned to look at him, hugged him with both hands and walked towards the archery place.

Shangguan Xiang knew that she was defending him, and he was secretly grateful, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to retreat to his position.

The other ministers were loyal and wanted to speak for Bei Gonghan, so they dared not speak up at this meeting.

At this time, Bei Gonghan had already walked beyond the lime line a hundred steps away from the arrow rake.

A guard immediately presented a wooden arrow to her hand respectfully.

Clumsily put the arrow on the bowstring, Bei Gonghan pretended to pull the bowstring vigorously.

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, the bowstring did not move at all, but the arrow in her hand fell to the ground.

Just when Bei Gonghan was about to bend over to pick up the arrow, a purple shadow suddenly flew to her side.

Bending down, he picked up the arrow on the ground.

Duanmu Yaoyang bent over and stood behind Bei Gonghan.

Hold her palm, help her nock and string the arrow, and slowly draw the bow to the full.

"Please aim at your heart, Your Majesty!"

While speaking, he helped Bei Gonghan adjust the direction of the arrow.

"put!"

He whispered in her ear, and at the same time, his finger tapped lightly on her finger.

The two let go of their palms at the same time.

The arrows whizzed off the string.

It directly penetrated the arrow rake a hundred steps away, and the black arrow feathers exposed on the rake surface were still trembling.

Slowly releasing Bei Gonghan's palm, Duanmu Yaoyang straightened up.

"The emperor is very talented, given time, he will definitely be a good archer!"

Duanmu Yaoyang raised his voice and said.

Everyone understood that he was flattering Bei Gonghan.

However, there is still a lot of support.

"The emperor is good at archery!"

"The tiger's father is a dog's son!"

……

Under the mask, Beigong Hanyin had doubts.

Could this be their plan? !

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(End of this chapter)