In the hall, hundreds of noble children gathered, including men and women, who were playing the game of throwing pots.

Although this is a game, the program is very particular. Not only does the referee who is the siege, the referee who is the commander of the siege, but also the musicians of the bell and drums play "The Siege".

Hundreds of young men and women lined up in two teams, throwing pots one by one, and Zhu Zhiwei was also in the queue, and her eyes turned to Xu Mingwu from time to time.

Xu Mingwu stretched out his head and found that the mouth of the pot was two and a half inches in diameter, about the length of a Huazi cigarette, and the arrow was made of bamboo and wood, and it was twenty centimeters long.

According to the introduction of the siege officer, the rule is to throw ten pieces into one game, and the two compete, and the winner is determined based on the number of arrows in the bottle.

There is a victory or defeat, and there is a lottery. Compared with women, the lottery is basically pearl and jade jewelry. If a man is betting, it is more real. If you use gold, it is about a few taels, and it is not worth a lot, and it is mainly used to adjust the atmosphere.

Xu Mingwu didn't join in the fun. He had only had a big goose and had never played with this thing, so he dared not show his ugly appearance.

At this time, a burst of cheers came from the front. The son of Duke Qin, Zhiyuan, hit eight arrows five feet away, which attracted everyone's applause and applause. Many girls' eyes flashed with brilliant colors and looked at him with great admiration.

There are three distances for throwing pots: 1 zhang, 3 zhang and 5 zhang. Most women stand outside the battle to play, while the men are 3 zhang, and those who are more awesome choose 5 zhang.

Sun Zhiyuan made eight out of ten shots from five feet away, obviously very awesome, far ahead of his opponent and the highest score so far.

With this honor, Sun Zhiyuan did not feel proud. Instead, he was as steady as an old guy, turning around to give way to Princess Zhaoyang Zhu Zhiwei behind him.

Xu Mingwu saw it and said to Zhu Daneng: "Brother Daneng, has this Marquis Sun got married?"

Zhu Daneng looked at him meaningfully and smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Sun is twenty-three years old? He was married four years ago, and now his son can make somersaults!"

"Oh, that's great..."

Xu Mingwu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief? The pressure dropped sharply.

When it was Princess Zhaoyang's turn? She looked at Xu Mingwu? She held the arrow in her hand and pointed at her: "I heard that Young Master Xu shot a sparrow in the shooting assessment of the military academy. Come here and compete with me!"

Being named PK? Xu Mingwu waved his hand quickly? He smiled and said, "Your Highness is joking. I'm just luck. How dare I compare with Your Highness? Are you willing to give up the disadvantage? Are you willing to give up the disadvantage!"

Xu Mingwu knows that you must not fight against a competitive woman? Especially in public.

If you win? Are you unhappy? If you have resentment in your heart, it will greatly increase the difficulty of making a girl; if you lose, it will be even more despised.

So no matter whether you win or lose, you will always be yourself who is injured. Just admit defeat? Next time you will find a place where no one is going to get it back!

Moreover? Xu Mingwu also gave in disguise to the prince.

Zhu Zhiwei hesitated for a moment? She didn't get entangled with it? She looked at the pot in front of her, raised her white wrist like a snow lotus root, and threw her sharp edge with her bare hands? She threw the arrow at the pot in a soft and elegant posture, which was extremely moving.

Xu Mingwu smiled and admired the beauty's delicate posture, and sometimes cheered.

Zhu Zhiwei's skills were quite good. She stood two meters away and threw a pot. She threw seven of her ten arrows. There was applause around her. The princess's pretty face was flushed and she was in a good mood.

At this time, Zhu Jing walked up with ten arrows and smiled and said, "Brother Xu, come and gesture?"

Obviously, this old man didn't want to let Xu Mingwu go, his face full of provocative expressions.

Xu Mingwu smiled and shook his head slightly, saying that he would not play with him.

Zhu Jing's face darkened and said, "During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, one of the etiquettes of the princes to entertain guests was to invite guests to shoot arrows. A man who is not good at shooting arrows is to show his shame!"

"Yes, when you invite someone to shoot arrows at a banquet, how can the guests refuse? Isn't this a broken rule that has been broken for thousands of years?" The son of a nobleman interrupted.

Faced with the provocation of this dog licking dog, Xu Mingwu shrugged, took the arrow and smiled: "Then let's have a game, and I'll ask Brother Zhu for advice!"

Blindly avoiding will only make the other party more arrogant, and taking the initiative is the king!

"happy!"

Zhu Jing didn't talk nonsense, stood outside the three-meter line, and threw an arrow at the golden pot.

With a "dong!", the arrow drew a parabola and threw it into the pot accurately.

"color!"

"The young master is really amazing!"

The onlookers praised each other.

“This is nothing.”

Zhu Jing smiled complacently. He played with this thing since he was a child, and throwing arrows was just a pediatric department for him.

"Brother Xu's turn."

Xu Mingwu nodded, pinched the arrow and felt the feeling, and stood outside the three-meter line and threw it towards the golden pot.

With a "date!", the arrow hit the edge of the mouth of the golden pot, bounced up and landed on the ground.

There was a sound of regret and disdainful booing around.

Zhu Jing raised his mouth slightly, his face relaxed, and he threw a second arrow again, and another hit, and the arrow entered the mouth of the pot.

He raised his right hand and signaled, "Brother Xu, it's your turn again."

Xu Mingwu raised the arrow and took a deep breath, slowly calming his mind. The surrounding environment, the opponent's psychological warfare, and the gaze of the great beauty made him feel stressed.

Xu Mingwu calmed down, stared at the mouth of the pot, his body slowly tilted, and the raised arrow shot out with a "whisper".

The arrow bounced against the golden bottle and finally fell into the bottle.

There was a burst of applause around him, and Xu Mingwu breathed a long sigh of relief and finally found confidence.

Zhu Jing raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xu Mingwu sideways. He paused for a moment and threw out three arrows in his hand like beads.

With a series of crisp sounds of hitting the bottle, all three arrows of Zhu Jing were thrown into the bottle!

There was a burst of surprise and shouting loudly. Even Prince Zhu Hebi smiled and slapped his hands to show encouragement.

Zhu Jing's move shocked Xu Mingwu, thinking that this guy is OK, he has two tricks!

But he was obviously dissatisfied and was aroused from fighting spirit.

Xu Mingwu took four arrows in a row and threw them out like beads. The arrows drew beautiful parabolas in the air and threw them into the golden bottle with great accuracy.

The hall was silent, and applause suddenly came like thunder. Even the prince Zhu Hebi and Princess Zhaoyang couldn't help but applaud and shot all four arrows in a row. This was the first time they saw this situation.

Sun Zhiyuan said to himself: "He can shoot down the sparrows in the air, but his foundation is very good."

The prince said with a side face: "Is the two very close?"

Sun Zhiyuan nodded and said, "All bullets are in arc when fired. Shooting a sparrow upward is larger than shooting a direct target, which tests the shooter's prediction and control. Compared with the throwing pot, Xiao Doyle!"

The prince smiled faintly and his eyes surrendered again to the showdown between the two on the field.

Zhu Jing was really a little dissatisfied. He always pretended to be in front of others. Today, he was stolen by a young boy. How could that be?

"Give me five arrows!"

Zhu Jing said in a deep voice at the Sizhaoguan, he wanted to throw the remaining five arrows in one breath and win with a perfect posture!

Si Shi held five arrows in both hands, and everyone in the field stood on both sides, his eyes full of interest, ready to witness a miracle happening.

The distance of five feet is equivalent to seventeen meters. A golden bottle with a mouth of only eight centimeters outside the bottle is difficult to distinguish just. If you have a little myopia, you will have no chance to play.

It is so difficult to throw an arrow into such a small bottle, even more difficult than to trap a big goose.

It is even more difficult to shoot all five arrows in a row into the bottle. This is not only a test of archery, but also a huge test of a person's perseverance and tenacity.

Zhu Jing took five arrows and looked at the golden bottle in the distance, as if brewing.

Everyone looked at the game in the field with a serious expression. It is still unknown who will win the last two arrows.

Behind Princess Zhaoyang, a girl in red held her cheeks and smiled: "Looking at the handsome young man in Xiaoguo, Mr. Xu from the Marquis of Pingyang Mansion is about to lose!"

On the side, the girl with a veil snorted softly: "It's just a vulgar person who is not familiar with literature. Isn't it normal to lose!"

The girl in red looked at her in surprise: "Qinqin, isn't he your fiancé? Why are you like this..."

The veiled girl interrupted her: "Don't talk nonsense, I won't marry such a rude person!"

The girl in red curled her lips secretly, thinking that you are so angry?

Although the second young master of the Xu family has limited educational level, he is good at least in size and appearance. What do you have? Do you have a temper?

Princess Zhaoyang suddenly felt a little pity when she heard the argument between the two girls behind her, and felt pitiful for Xu Mingwu.

"I think Xu Mingwu may not lose!"

Zhu Zhiwei said lightly: "It is not only the technique of throwing a pot to compare with arrows."

Seeing the princess talking, the two girls were stunned at the same time and asked, "What else is it?"

"You will know after watching it." Zhu Zhiwei ignored them and turned her eyes to the competition in the field.

Zhu Jing seemed to be still brewing, and slowly lifted it up with an arrow in his right hand, ready to project it.

At this moment, Xu Mingwu threw an arrow like a flowing cloud and hit the golden bottle with a "boom".

Zhu Jing was brewing for a long time, and just raised his hand to prepare for a fifth consecutive shot, but was interrupted by him. He was immediately unhappy and said in a deep voice: "Young people don't talk about martial ethics, I haven't voted yet!"

Xu Mingwu spread his hands and said, "We each have a bottle. You vote for yours, I vote for mine. After ten shots, I didn't stop you. How can I not talk about martial ethics? If you don't vote, would we have to wait here until dark?"

This kind of battle focuses on psychological warfare. Xu Mingwu deliberately fired four arrows in a row, which was to arouse Zhu Jing's competitive spirit.

He felt it was already difficult to get the four arrows, so he didn't believe that Zhu Jing could fire five arrows in a row!

If he can, Mr. Xu will voluntarily accept the disadvantage and give him a thumbs up!

Just in case, Xu Mingwu started playing tricks again, interfering with Brother Zhu, disrupting his mentality, and forcing him to take action quickly.
To be continued...