She coldly raised the bow and arrow in her hand, her legs suddenly lunged and bent, reflexively facing the arrow target behind her, the bow and arrow was pulled away in her hand, she smiled coldly, the bowstring in her right hand suddenly fluctuated, and the arrow on the bow was like a sharp blade that rotated away, breaking through the air around it, and fiercely inserting it into the red heart of the arrow target two hundred meters away.

Quiet, the whole table fell silent.

Countless eyes fell on Feng Qingge's body, she just stood indifferently, put down the bow and arrow in her hand casually, and said with a smile: "My daughter-in-law didn't lose the emperor's face, and returned triumphantly." This gold medal for avoiding death, please also ask the emperor to give you a light song. ”

"Brush!" Murong Hao's face changed drastically, and there was not even a trace of blood on his old cheeks.

What the hell was going on in that scene just now, Feng Qingge actually shot at an arrow target two hundred meters away, and Zhao Ying'er, who he fancied, actually missed the target!

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Looking at the arrow target in front of her in shock, Zhao Ying'er didn't believe in evil at all, reached out and grabbed the bow and arrow, aimed at the opposite arrow target, and when she let go, the arrow shot missed the target again, and her little face became bloodless.

Integrating the star power again, injecting it into the bow and arrow, watching the shot arrow insert into the arrow target, blowing the arrow target in front of him to pieces, Zhao Ying'er found a little comfort.

However, they rely too much on star power, and they have a lot less training for themselves. Star power can assist in its own shortcomings, but long-term dependence will harm itself. If this continues, their ability to judge will be lost.

I couldn't even shoot an arrow target two hundred meters away, I didn't know the direction and wind power, and I was embarrassed to say anything about a hundred steps through Yang, which was really ridiculous.

"This ...... Cough...... In the first game, Feng Qingge wins!" After all, in Feng Qingge's expectant gaze, Murong Hao gritted his teeth and said. This was originally a matter on the board, but I didn't expect to humiliate these two people, but they succeeded.

He had long known that King Cen was not simple, but he didn't expect that Feng Qingge was not weak, and he actually hit an arrow target two hundred meters away without using star power. But so what, what is the use of waste that can't use star power?

"The first scene?" Singled out the willow eyebrows, Feng Qingge's face immediately became gloomy, and the feelings of this emperor Lao Tzu were not planned to cheat?

Nodding, Murong Hao said coldly: "Is this death-free gold medal child's play, two wins in three games." You won the first round of archery. In the second game, we played ...... Draw!"

Murong Mo's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood the meaning of Murong Hao's words. This Feng Qingge is the unfavored granddaughter of Fengfu, where did she usually learn what painting, this game is clearly prepared for Zhao Ying'er! With a smile, he preemptively said: "That's right, the second game is a painting! The third brother and sister, as a beautiful girl, this poetry and song, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are necessary." I heard that you have been reading and reading in the library recently, and you have worked very hard. In this second game, we will compare the drawing. ”

Your uncle, I have never seen such a brazen person!

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and Feng Qingge even kicked Murong Mo out with one kick. Drawing is really no problem for her. However, she only learned sketching and oil painting in Huaxia, but she did not learn much about Chinese ink painting, although she could paint, but the things she painted did not have the artistic conception that had been precipitated for 5,000 years, and it looked very false.

Since Murong Hao proposed to compare paintings, it should be easy for people from the royal family like Zhao Ying'er. With her hands, she can draw something good. Do you have to say in front of them that you can't use a brush, you can't paint with charcoal?

Seeing that Feng Qingge didn't speak, Murong Mo provoked with disdain: "What, third brother and sister, are you afraid?" It's okay, admit defeat if you're afraid, no one will laugh at you." After all, this painting is not something that can be learned if you want to. After reading a book for a few days, I can't make a celebrity's song, so it's better not to raise this tail to the sky. ”

"Hehe, His Royal Highness the Second Prince is afraid that he will be wrong. Your Majesty, can this second game be a painting?" The Limang in his eyes burst out, and Feng Qingge straightened up and looked at the person above.

Murong Hao's heart trembled, he didn't know why, this Feng Qingge's eyes made him a little jealous, these eyes were like enough for the person who left the Feng family back then. Frowning slightly, Murong Hao said coldly: "Yes, the second game is better than painting!"

"Okay!" Feng Qingge laughed in response: "The emperor has a decree, this second game of the game is drawn." However, who can't draw by hand, what I ask is that you can't use your hands to paint!"

"What, you can't use your hands, so what?" Zhao Ying'er's face changed greatly, painting was very simple for her, but she didn't need to paint with her hands, which stumped her.

Even Murong Mo's face sank, and he shouted angrily: "What are you crazy about, don't you use your hands to paint?"

"Eh, don't be impatient. Drawing by hand is too commonplace, and it doesn't look interesting. So, I ask for ...... Draw with your feet!" the little embroidered shoes were kicked away by her, and the wind sang lightly with her snow-white little feet, and her fat thighs trembled, and she reached out to expose her little feet, and her thumb and index finger moved slightly.

Drawing with your feet?

Zhao Ying'er's face became extremely ugly, how can she draw this foot?

Quickly sat on the chair, Feng Qingge didn't care about everyone's face to her, her white little feet hooked, stretched her legs and sandwiched the brush on the table between the thumb and index finger of her big foot, she raised her eyebrows, and laughed softly: "This second game is better than painting, the two of us draw with our feet, as long as the emperor recognizes what we are drawing, even if we win, how?"

"You!" Zhao Ying'er was almost so angry that she vomited blood, her eyes were as big as copper bells, but she was rubbing, watching the guards move over the desk and put on rice paper and brushes, she sat on the chair, took off her shoes, and raised her little feet slightly to hold the brush on the table.

And under this movement, it was even more springy, and countless eyes swept over her white thighs, emitting bursts of lewd laughter.

This girl, what a quirk!

Even Mu Cangyun couldn't help but smile softly, just now he borrowed his hand and shot at the arrow target. Now it's such a play again, what is in her head, why can she come up with such a strange thing?

It's just that the pair of white little feet attracted his attention. The little feet that were as white as snow were exposed, and she didn't feel anything wrong at all, as if the little feet carved by white jade were holding a brush and swaying at will on the rice paper.

Mu Cangyun couldn't help frowning, this little foot is completely inconsistent with the fat body of the wind and light song, how can such a hardcover jade-like little foot be owned by a fat man? This little foot is so cute, it is clearly ...... This girl has a secret to hide from him!

If Feng Qingge knew what Mu Cangyun was thinking at this moment, she would never propose to draw with her feet. Although she relied on her disguise to make herself look like the fat man she was at the beginning, her hands often moved, and it was not easy to get it, so she didn't care. And her feet are in her shoes all the year round, and no one sees them, and she doesn't bother to disguise her little feet. Unexpectedly, this became a suspicion in Mu Cangyun's heart.

And at this moment, Zhao Ying'er was almost vomiting blood, and her eyes were about to pop out, thinking that she was a dignified princess of Qi Kingdom, who had been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and was tens of millions of times stronger than ordinary daughters!

This book was first published in Reading Books