Rebirth of the Noble Concubine

Chapter 15 15. Tossing Pots

"Okay! Feng Er, you are really awesome! You can even hit the heart of a pot while blindfolded!"

Second brother?

What's going on? Could it be that he's showing off again?

He even threw a pot while blindfolded. Is he really not afraid of being exposed in front of the Princess Changlin by someone with intentions, and the tragic fate of his previous life will happen again?

Just when they were thinking about how to treat him, they saw that Bai Siruo had already excitedly pulled the two of them over.

The place for throwing pots is not far from the Nuan Pavilion.

The post under today's birthday banquet was originally for men and women to sit at the same table, so there were already some female relatives standing in twos and threes at the place where the pot was thrown, watching curiously.

The married women naturally looked at each other for the unmarried women in the family, and the bolder ones began to cheer.

I saw that the arrow cluster in Feng's hand was like a long eye, and it was accurately thrown into the copper pot, and the people around started to praise it again.

The loser next to him was angry and dissatisfied, but unfortunately he was not as good as others and had to throw up his sleeves and leave.

"It's boring. There's not a single person in Dongdu who can fight!"

The proud look made Su Cheng grit his teeth.

This kid will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't moan for a day.

"Oh? I can't bear to hear what my second cousin said."

Bai Siruo squeezed in from behind, and those on the left and right didn't forget to bring Feng Jinyao and Xu Mingyue along with them.

Feng Er was giggling when he saw his sister's eyes widening, as if she was warning him not to show off.

"Hey, cousin, do you want to give it a try?"

"That's natural, but we are not blindfolded in throwing pots. The competition is more difficult. I have a few lotus throwing pots in my hand that can be placed on the water pavilion lake. The lake water is connected to the underground spring, so it is not frozen. If the surface is

If you’re not afraid, how about we do a pot-throwing exercise on the water?”

Su Cheng clapped his hands and said, "Of course that's good. I've long heard that County Master Bai's pot-throwing skills are not inferior to Feng Er's. I'm lucky enough to see him today. We'll be delighted to see him."

Bai Siruo was smiling broadly at the moment. She was not good at guessing riddles, but she was very good at throwing pots, which also showed Wei Lanxuan and others.

"My cousin is so elegant, I should accompany her."

"Second brother!" Feng Jinyao stopped her, but there were so many people around that she couldn't elaborate on the reason.

So I casually made an excuse and said to him again, "Didn't you hurt your hand while hunting? Why don't you have a good rest. If my cousin insists on having a game, I'll do it."

He stared at Feng Er with squinted eyes, the warning in his eyes could be seen even by a blind man.

This time it was Feng Er's turn to widen his eyes. When did he hurt his hand? Why didn't he know?

Su Cheng was also very confused. They were together all the time during the hunting days, and he had no idea. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Er stopped him.

"My sister still feels sorry for me. My second brother's hand really hurts a lot."

After saying that, he covered his right wrist and started wailing. Unknowingly, he thought he was hurting his wrist.

Bai Siruo also had a look of astonishment on his face. How could he sing this?

Could it be that Second Cousin Feng has something that he cannot tell anyone?

But everything is ready. If we don't compete, it would be a loss of face.

So he took Feng Jinyao's hand and asked eagerly, "My cousin can also throw pot? Why haven't I heard of it before? Are you sure you want to play a game with me?"

Feng Jinyao pursed her lips helplessly, where did she come up with this limelight.

But the second brother was so flamboyant, and if he didn't suppress him, he might really go down the road of ruin. So how could he do it, so he had to bite the bullet and say it.

"Cousin, don't worry, I'm naturally good at it, but compared to you, I'm probably far behind."

"Don't talk nonsense until the results come out. When I see your level, let's talk about it first. Don't hide your clumsiness. My eyes are poisonous. If you lose to me on purpose, see how I deal with you!"

Feng Jinyao was frightened by her pretentiousness. She smiled helplessly and nodded, "I will do my best."

In the game of pot throwing, the outcome is determined by scores.

Hitting the center of the pot is worth one point, hitting the ear is worth two points, and the most powerful thing is to pierce the ear and cross the hall. If you can do this, you will get five points.

It's just that I haven't seen this move in many years, so when setting the rules, I omitted this step.

There are ten arrow clusters per person, no need to rotate, and soon the lotus throwing pot is floating on the lake, moving with the spring below.

"Cousin, let's start." Bai Siruo gave the order and took the lead in throwing an arrow, hitting the nearest heart of the pot.

Everyone cheered, and even Feng Er looked at her with a little more appreciation than usual.

"You girl, I'm looking down on you." After saying that, he burst into laughter and walked to Feng Jinyao's side to give him some pointers.

Although I don’t know why my sister wanted to stop him from participating in this matter, how could my brother let her fall behind, so he quietly gave advice behind his back.

"Be calm, use your strength to the tip of your right hand, aim your eyes, arrows, and heart at the lotus pot, and throw it boldly."

Feng Jinyao rubbed the arrow handle nervously. This scene reminded her of some past events.

Wen Mengsheng was as good as Feng Er in throwing pots. When they first got married, in order to show the harmony of the piano and the harp, he taught her, a completely ignorant novice, very well.

And because her back house was relaxing, pot throwing once became her pastime. Therefore, her skill in pot throwing was unmatched by ordinary people, but she never showed it in front of others.

"Bang." Bai Siruo was hit by another arrow. This was already her fifth arrow. Everyone applauded and secretly laughed at Feng Jinyao who had not yet taken action.

"Miss Feng San, can't you see clearly? Or you don't have enough strength in your hands. The arrow clusters will be melted by you, but you still won't throw it."

The person speaking was the young master who had just lost to Feng Er. The revenge was clearly visible in his eyes, and his tone was naturally unkind.

Feng Jinyao glanced at the man and quickly recognized that he was Wen Mengsheng's old friend.

In the last life, she had complimented her a lot in public, but in private, she had heard that this person had made things difficult for her a few times.

They are really the same.

nausea!

He turned around and fired several arrows at the pot, all of which hit the center of the pot.

Feng Er was so shocked that his jaw dropped. He had never seen his sister practice throwing pot before. Could it be that she was a genius!?

There was surprise in his eyes, and he was about to say something when he saw Bai Siruo hit three pot ears in a row, doubling his score and greatly widening his advantage.

"Cousin, how are you?" Bai Siruo's eyes showed both appreciation for Feng Jinyao and affirmation of his own strength.

When encountering such an opponent, Feng Jinyao would naturally not deliberately lose, because that would be the greatest insult to each other.

When I was concentrating again and preparing to vote, I suddenly heard, "Is she Miss Feng San?"

Bang, the two arrows fell into the pool, and Feng Jinyao's heart was confused.

Everything was because of that person, and she would never forget it even if she died hundreds of times.

Wen!Dream!Born!

That's his voice!

(End of chapter)