The little Zaizai stood angrily in front of Mr. Wu. He was a small and stumpy little guy, not even as high as Mr. Wu’s knees, but his momentum was amazing!
Mr. Wu was nine feet tall, with big arms and a round waist. He was so fierce that even the teenagers were a little scared. However, this little cub showed no fear at all. He puffed up his belly and said, "Brother, please beg me." Come on, chance."
She pointed in the direction of the editing factory and said seriously, "Be good, don't fool me."
"Brother said that women in this world who don't study and don't understand will always have a harder time than others," Xiao Naiyin said word by word, "Sir, you can't fool women."
Although the little Zaizai could only speak a few words, everyone heard them clearly and all had surprised expressions on their faces.
The prince looked at Qiao Zhi in shock, with admiration and scrutiny in his eyes.
Mr. Wu glanced at her and said in a rough voice, "You? Can you lift the bow and arrow? What if your arms and legs are broken? I don't dare to offend Governor Jiang!"
The little Zaizai frowned, stretched out his little arm, and bent it hard to show his strength, and said crisply, "Good boy, you are not afraid of hardship!"
Mr. Wu took a breath of air and said with a smile, "Yes, it's interesting. Come on, bring me the little bow."
The ladies were young, so Jiang Muhan specially ordered a batch of lighter and smaller bows for them to practice on. Not only that, he even prepared ponies for riding. ?.?????.???
It's a pity that no one cares about his intentions except Xiao Zaizai.
Xiao Zaizai got the small bow and immediately stood next to the prince at the end, looking at Mr. Wu eagerly, "Sir, please help me!"
Like the young master's attitude, he also wanted to see how capable the little thing Jiang Muhan regarded as his favorite was.
Mr. Wu carefully taught her stance, gestures, and aiming. Little Zaizai understood the basics quickly. She quickly learned the essence and began to practice standing postures correctly.
Mr. Wu thought for a while, took out a small sandbag, tied it on the outstretched arm of the little Zaizai, and said, "The bow and arrow are the most stable. I am not bullying you. Everyone is like this in the beginning." Those who are coming, please take half a stick of incense first."
The sandbag was very heavy, so Zaizai used all his strength, his chubby face turned red, and his voice was firm, "Yeah!"
Hey, that's interesting.
Mr. Wu was thoughtful and looked at the noble ladies under the shade, "Daughters, if there are still people who want to learn, I will try my best to teach you. If not, then everyone can just enjoy the shade there."
Unexpectedly, as soon as Mr. Wu finished speaking, Qiao Rong stood up and said loudly, "Sir, Qiao Rong from Duke Dingguo wants to learn!"
"Oh?" Everyone looked at Qiao Rong, and Mr. Wu said with a smile, "As expected of the Dingguo Palace, the two daughters are very different."
"Although Jiaojiao is a woman, she was deeply educated by her grandparents. She also wants to go to the battlefield and become a female general like her grandmother!" Qiao Rong said crisply.
"Okay," a young man said admiringly, "Although he is a fake daughter, his stature and bearing, tsk tsk, he is worthy of being raised in the Dingguo Duke's palace."
"It's interesting. A daughter of Duke Dingguo and a little beggar can both have such courage. It's amazing."
"Hey, who can't tell lies? I'm a little curious. I want to see if these two daughters are as brave as they appear now."
"Your Highness, what do you think?"
The prince in question first looked at his little sister with distress.
Little Huanghuang couldn't speak and had soft bones. He couldn't stand or sit for a while, but he could see that his sister's eyes were full of desire and envy. He believed that if her sister also had a healthy body, she would definitely not want to sit down. Enjoy the coolness there.
Then, he glanced at Qiao Rong coldly.
He hates Qiao Zhi because he hates Jiang Muhan, but he simply hates this fake daughter.
She was also deeply educated by her grandparents. Mrs. Qiao spent all the year outside doing religious work. Why couldn't he, the prince, not see why? ?
In addition, he had already heard about what happened at Zishantang, and he already knew how hypocritical this fake daughter was.
"Ha," the prince looked at Qiao Zhi with a sneer, "it's a pity that getting involved with Jiang Muhan, no matter how good it is, is not good."
The little Zaizai stood in the bright sun, holding a bow and arrow. He was hot and tired, and soon he was sweating all over his body. His fair face turned red from the sun, like a ripe peach, and he looked so cute.
The burning red dots on the incense flickered, and time passed by minute by second.
Soon, Qiao Rong, who was not tied with a sandbag, couldn't bear it any more. She suddenly let out a cry and fell softly to the ground, crying, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, it hurts so much."
"Sister Qiao Rong, you are already great!" Several teenagers felt distressed and hurriedly wanted to help her.
However, when Qiao Rong fell, her tearful eyes looked at the nearest prince.
Qiao Rong bit her lip, "Brother Prince, you are closest to Jiaojiao, can't you help me?"
The prince drew his bow and shot the arrow without any expression, thinking that he was blind and deaf.
Qiao Rong cried even more pitifully.
The prince said irritably, "Stop fucking me."
