"When did I say quit, I just thought it was boring. This point is not interesting enough to add a little distance. In this way, it is challenging to place the target two hundred meters away. The corners of his mouth hooked upward, and Feng Xiaoxiao said disdainfully.

Two hundred meters!

Everyone was even more chuckled in their hearts, knowing that the bow and arrow would deviate from the course at the age of thirty, and it was very difficult to control. Whether it is a hundred steps through the Yang or two hundred meters, it requires very accurate calculations, and Feng Xiaoxiao's mouth is so far away that he may not even be able to touch the arrow target.

"Vexatious!" Murong Chuge frowned again and again, the two-hundred-meter arrow target, even if he added his own star power, there was no way to do it, just with such a waste, he could shoot at an arrow target two hundred meters away?

"Is it unreasonable to make trouble, and then we have to talk about it after seeing it, or is it that the envoy of Zhao is afraid? This is forgivable, after all, when King Cen attacked Zhao State, you couldn't stand up in front of him. Feng Xiaoxiao smiled coldly, the meaning of this is nothing more than to sue the people here, they are just defeated subordinates, even if Mu Cangyun becomes what he is now, they can't beat him.

Zhao Ying'er's face sank slightly, but she said with a smile: "What Princess Cen said is very true, then it's two hundred meters away, this time it is Princess Cen who goes first?" ”

"Okay." Feng Xiaoxiao pinched the bow and arrow, watching the arrow target be moved to a position of two hundred meters, the corners of her mouth raised lightly, and she put the bow and arrow on the bowstring, casually loosening. The flying arrow landed firmly on the ground, and it didn't hit the target at all!

"Poof, hahaha...... "Where is this still a comparison, the two hundred meters are just boasting, they have already missed the target, and the champion of this victory is naturally Zhao Yinger's.

Zhao Ying'er smiled coldly, held the bow and arrow and raised her eyebrows: "You lost." ”

"Well, but it's not a loss, what about you, you can only win if you can shoot, and if you can't shoot, you are only a rookie." Making a disdainful gesture, Feng Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Haha, I'm sure I can make it!" Pulling out the bow and arrow, Zhao Ying'er aimed at the arrow target two hundred meters away, she was very confident that she could shoot, as long as she won, the death-free gold medal would be hers, why not!

The sharp mang in her eyes flickered, Zhao Ying'er didn't put these two hundred meters in her eyes at all, the strength in her hand was loosened, and the arrow flew out, but it was like Feng Xiaoxiao, off target!

"How so!" Zhao Ying'er's face changed greatly, she had just clearly aimed at the bull's-eye, but why......

"In addition to accuracy, there are also external wind reasons. The direction of the wind, the north wind is level four, biased towards the direction of eight o'clock, and the direction of aiming will change accordingly, which is what you lack. Letting his hair fly, Feng Xiaoxiao's arrow just now was just to be sure.

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 Xiaoxiao'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 Xiao Xiao. ”

"Brush!" Murong Bo'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 Xiaoxiao 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 Xiao Xiao wins! After all, in Feng Xiaoxiao's expectant gaze, Murong Bo 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 Xiaoxiao 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 one?" Raising the willow eyebrows, Feng Xiaoxiao's face immediately became gloomy, and he felt that this emperor Lao Tzu was planning to cheat or not?

Nodding, Murong Bo said coldly: "Isn't 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 Bo's words. This Feng Xiaoxiao is the unfavored granddaughter of Fengfu, where did she usually learn what to paint, this game is clearly prepared for Zhao Ying'er! With a smile, he preemptively said, "That's right, the second game is a draw!" 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 mom blew up!

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and Feng Xiaoxiao even wanted to directly smear the hot dry Xiang with one hand on Murong Mo's face. 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 Bo 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 Xiaoxiao 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 sharp mang in his eyes exploded, and Feng Xiaoxiao straightened up and looked at the person above.

Murong Bo's heart trembled, he didn't know why, this Feng Xiaoxiao'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 Bo said coldly: "Yes, the second game is better than painting!" ”

"Good!" Feng Xiaoxiao laughed and said: "The emperor has a decree to draw this second game." 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 by hand, 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, Feng Xiaoxiao was bare with snow-white little feet, the fat thighs were shaking, reaching out to expose the little feet, and the thumb and index finger of the big foot 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 Xiaoxiao 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 draw, even if we win, how about it?" ”

"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 Feng Xiaoxiao's fat body, so how can a fat man's little foot be possessed by a fat man? These little feet are so cute, it's clear that they are ...... This girl has a secret to hide from him!

If Feng Xiaoxiao knew what Mu Cangyun was thinking at this moment, she would never propose to use her feet to paint. 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 ten million times stronger than ordinary daughters! However, where would she have thought that Feng Xiaoxiao would actually propose such a method to paint, and actually ask to draw with her feet!

Thinking of her as a princess of a country, how could she do such a rude thing.

She clenched her silver teeth, but the brush in front of her seemed to be against her, and she moved her feet, and she couldn't hold it up anyway. In a fit of rage, Zhao Yinger reached out and grabbed the brush and stuffed it into her thumb and index finger.

This novel comes from reading books