Zhao Xingde lowered his head and saw a pair of big brown eyes looking upwards, and he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

"Are you looking for this book?" The eyes showed a hint of curiosity. Zhao Xingde saw that the cover read "Imperial Administration" and this book was written by Constable Dante VII. He nodded and smiled, "Thank you." Just as he was about to reach out to get it, the book was taken back. Zhao Xingde was caught off guard and almost fell off the ladder.

"Foreigners come to our country for gold, silver, silk and fur. Why are you studying our government affairs?" Big eyes showed aggressive eyes, and she stared at Zhao Xingde tightly, as if interrogating spies.

Zhao Xingde spread his hands and said in a vague way: "I'm looking for the answer?"

"What's the answer?" The thick eyebrows were bent into two arcs, making them even more aggressive. Zhao Xingde had no choice but to be wise, and slowly said, "How to let the ancient civilization continue its tradition and not be trampled by the barbarians." I don't know if there was a little sigh in his tone, which resonated with the big eyes, and his eyes also showed a hint of gloom, and he whispered: "Foreign people, maybe the answer you want is not here." The slender hand that had been holding the book, hung down weakly.

"We have a saying that it is called a stone in another mountain, which can be used to attack jade. Ancient civilizations may have flaws, but they may not disappear completely and be replaced by barbarian civilization." Zhao Xingde said lightly, "It should not be broken into the house by gangs of robbers, killing people and setting fires." He stretched out his hand and said, "Can I ask me to borrow this book?"

The girl seemed to be awakened by Zhao Xingde in her contemplation, and handed the book to him. Without saying anything, she turned around and slowly left. Her dark brown braid was wrapped around her head, and the soft sunlight shone on her slender back from the skylight.

Zhao Xingde watched the white long skirt disappear outside the gate, sighed, and looked down on the book "The Administration of the Empire" written by Constable Dante VII. The emperor of the Lumei Kingdom was reigned for forty-six years and was particularly enthusiastic about the study of the empire's systems and rituals. When he was in power, Lumei Kingdom was about to reach its peak and gradually showed signs of collapse.

The library's collection is not allowed to be brought out. Zhao Xingde brought his own paper and borrowed the library's quill pen to copy. For convenience, he only recorded important paragraphs. He read and translated it while reading. His left hand was the original volume of the reed eyebrows and his right hand was the running script of Chinese characters. Before he knew it, he was hungry and thirsty in his belly. Looking up, the red sun sets westward, and the thirteen golden tops of the Hagia Sophia Cathedral reflected brilliant light, and then he got up and returned to the military camp.

Stepping into the camp of the Imperial Guards, he immediately saw three or five Ross people standing in the yard, pointing and shouting, with a very arrogant attitude. A group of Xia Guo soldiers surrounded them in the middle, and the crowd was excited. "What's going on?" Zhao Xingde asked Jian Cheng with an indignant look on his face.

Jian Cheng said in a deep voice: "These people are wrong. They come to compete with archery and shoot apples with us." "Then let's compare!" Zhao Xingde blurted out, "All bullies come to the door." Since the army came, his temper has also become better, not as humble as when he was in the Imperial Academy. Du Chujiao next to him whispered: "These barbarians are playing with their lives, and they promised that each side would give out one person, put the apple on their heads, and let the other party shoot. The two sides would take one arrow and get one arrow, and gradually retreat. Whether they were afraid of death, they would move first or not, even if they lost, in Lumei City, they would have to crawl away."

"His grandma, you can't be embarrassed if you lose your life." Jian Cheng raised the bow bag in his hand, and did not discuss it with Zhao Xingde, and said loudly: "I'll compete, who will fight?" After that, he strode up, but Zhao Xingde did not stop him, and asked, "Where is the Captain Duan?" Chen Yongqi replied, "Captain Duan and the ministers of the Lumei Kingdom have gone to meet the emperor, but have not returned yet." Zhao Xingde nodded. It seemed that the group of Ross people had seized the opportunity to provoke him.

The sergeant standing in the center of the field made a way. Among the three or four Ross people, they seemed to be the leader. Seeing that someone from the Xia Kingdom responded, they grinned and took out an apple from their pocket, signaled Jian Cheng to put it on top of their heads, and stood in front to serve as an arrow target. Jian Cheng was about to take it over, but Zhao Xingde shouted loudly: "Slow!" He pulled away the crowd and walked to the front, shouting in a deep voice: "Who is the target first, do you have the final say? Why don't you come to guess the coin? Who loses, who will go to serve as an arrow target first?" He spread his palm, and a gold coin with reed eyebrows appeared in his palm. On the front was the bust of the emperor, and on the back was the Holy Virgin crowning the emperor.

The Ross man appeared rough and cunning, but inside, if Jian Cheng went straight to the apple, he would earn a handful of Xia people. The first arrow was about to run to Jian Cheng's face, and he still didn't move. Seeing that Zhao Xingde proposed to guess the front and back of the gold coins, he knew that he was prepared. While pondering, Zhao Xingde ordered Du Chuijiao to find Wang Tongdeng. Wang Tongdeng surrounded the door with thirty or forty swords and shields. This scene was no longer a dispute of intention. If the Varyags really dared to take the pest, Zhao Xingde would come out and chop the three or four people into meat sauce.

Seeing this, Ross repented, "I don't know how your archery skills are? I'll ask me to push the apple, what if I fail?"

When Jian Cheng heard this, he realized that he had been earned by the barbarians and scolded: "The master's archery skills are ten times better than you. Just shoot arrows from a hundred steps apart, and you and I will shoot arrows face to face until we die. Grandpa blinks his eyes and gives you the name Jian!" He felt that he had lost face, and he was almost about to punch these barbarians of Ross.

The soldiers of Xia Kingdom around him surrounded him, and the Ross' expression changed slightly, and he plucked his courage and shouted sternly: "We just want to compete fairly. Do you want to win with more?"

At this time, the situation had changed from Ross to being passive. Zhao Xingde smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, my Daxia etiquette and entertaining guests have always been a little more enthusiastic." He put the gold coin in his mouth and took it, as if he had just taken it out of the dead man's pocket, and said in a deep voice: "Guess the coin, who will first pick up the apple? Or do you have a better way?"

Several Ross people looked at each other. They discussed each other for a while, but finally decided that the two sides would be supported by the companions they believed in. Jian Cheng asked Chen Yongqi to help him and bowed to Zhao Xingde and said, "Zhao Dutou, I can teach them a lesson if you don't have to end up." Zhao Xingde nodded with a smile. He was very confident that these Ross people were actually trying to compete with Xia's people. That was a humiliation.

However, with one arrow after another, Zhao Xingde's eyes gradually became solemn. The archers brought by the Ross were very accurate. Each arrow was lifting lightly and had enough energy to shoot through the apple cleanly. His partner also had great confidence in him. The long arrow rushed towards him with a strong wind, and his eyes didn't blink, and the apple on his head was motionless.

On the contrary, Jian Cheng, although the archery technique was accurate, the apple was pressed against the head of his comrade's comrade's head. If there was any mistake, he regretted it. As he stepped back step by step, his breathing became deeper and deeper. Although each arrow shot through the apple, the path of arrows was not as stable as the archer found by the Ross. Chen Yongqi was still calm at first, but after more than a dozen arrows, he also sweated slightly on the forehead, and the apple on his head swayed slightly. The archery and the person who shot the apple influenced each other's psychology. Seeing these two people like this, Zhao Xingde secretly sweated and thought that he had underestimated the enemy. The Ross must have relied on the archery master and his partner to challenge him without fear.

When the seventeenth arrow was shot, although Jian Cheng shot through the apple, his accurate head was slightly tilted. The arrow cut through Chen Yongqi's head, and blood flowed down his forehead, blurring his eyes. Chen Yongqi still gritted his teeth and did not move. The most important thing for archers to shoot archers was calm, and Jian Cheng's mood had already appeared a little chaotic. A sneer flashed across the corner of the mouth of the Ross archer next to him, raised his hand and bent his bow and put the arrow on it. He shot out like a flowing cloud and water. The long arrow hit the apple with a bang, and flew out far away with the whole apple.

Looking at Chen Yongqi with blood on his face, a trace of gloom flashed in Jian Cheng's eyes. Just as he was about to force his bow, Zhao Xingde saw something wrong and said in a deep voice: "Let's wait." He walked forward and said to Jian Cheng: "Hold on your breath, your archery skills are far better than that of the barbarians." He looked up and said to the Rose people: "This apple companion was slightly injured, so let him bandage it, I'll replace it." After that, without waiting for the Rose people to object, he walked to the shooting range, patted Chen Yongqi's shoulder, ordered him to go down to deal with the wound, put the apple on his head, looked at his nose, and adjusted his breathing evenly. He has been cultivating his body and mind all year round, and at this moment he stood there calmly, having a calm momentum that infects others without realizing it.

Zhao Xingde himself is also the leading archer in Chengying Camp. He dared to personally take the apple as a target, so he naturally had great confidence in Jian Cheng's archery technique. Not only Jian Cheng, even the soldiers watching secretly put down their hanging hearts. Jian Cheng's breathing was adjusted deeply, pulled the tiger's bow with his right hand, and with a "pop", the arrow penetrated the apple with a strong wind. Zhao Xingde only felt a shock on his head, feeling a little cool, and his tongue licked the corner of his mouth. Yes, the apple juice was still quite sweet, and a smile appeared at Jian Cheng on his face.

After that, the situation of arrows and arrows was different. As the distance extended, the advantage of the tiger eagle bow used by Jian Cheng was strong and strong. His arrow path was straight, and the arrow path shot by the Ross archers became more and more curved. In the end, he almost had to go downward to penetrate the apple and was about to penetrate the sky spirit cap of his companion, the Ross archer took the initiative to admit defeat. He left in shame amid the cheers of the sergeant of the Xia Kingdom.

"Tao Zhao Du, thank you." After the soldiers cheered, Jian Cheng walked up and said to Zhao De, who was biting the apple. After shooting so many arrows, he felt a little scared at this moment. Now that he thought, the archer and his companions who came to compete must be the master of this skill that the Ross people deliberately looked for. Zhao Xingde smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "It's nothing, I can trust you." Before these two people could say a few more words, they were surrounded by the soldiers who were surrounded.
Chapter completed!