Bian Xueqing had a fight with Meng Yaqian again, and by the way, she set the rules for the archery competition, and asked Yahuan Xiaolian to prepare arrows. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiao Lian? Which ripple? Huai Lian interrupted the-for-tat confrontation between Bian Xueqing and Meng Yaqian, and his face was a little unkind.

Bian Xueqing glanced at Huai Lian, and the corners of her mouth curled up prettyly: "Of course it's Miss Huai's ripple." ”

When Huai Lian heard Bian Xueqing say this, his unkind face changed to a bright and abnormal smile, and he covered his lips and smiled: "Thanks to the reminder of the second miss of the Bian family, I found out that the name of the second miss is also good-sounding, and I will change my maid's name to Qing'er when I turn around." ”

"What a name!" Meng Yaqian clapped her hands and praised.

Bian Xueqing's face sank, and just as she wanted to continue to refute, she saw Bian Xuexiu standing in the crowd and shaking her head. How could Bian Xueqing be like this, just thinking about how to scold a few more sentences, her eyes moved to Bian Xuexiu's side, and she found that Mo Fuxiu was also there, and her eyes lit up.

Both of them want to make trouble for themselves, so let's deal with them together.

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked towards Mo Fuluo.

"I didn't expect Miss Ben's banquet to come, even Miss Mo came." The tone is the usual coquettishness.

Everyone was following Bian Xueqing's movements to see what tricks she was playing, but after listening to her words, almost more than half of their eyes looked at Mo Fuluo.

Mo Fuluo, who was being watched, only raised his eyelids lightly, and didn't take Bian Xueqing in his eyes at all, and his voice was cold and cold: "I came with King Huaiying, by the way." ”

Bian Xueqing's expression froze, but after receiving Bian Xuexiu's eyes, and thinking of her previous advice, she could only forcibly suppress the anger that came out, and snorted indignantly: "Then Miss Mo might as well participate in our archery competition by the way." ”

"Archery?" Pursed her lower lip slightly, didn't look at Bian Xueqing, and only replied lightly: "I won't." ”

She didn't want to be in the limelight on such an occasion.

Bian Xueqing felt that her face was beaten by Mo Fuluo in front of so many people, and the anger erupted from her eyes, and she couldn't wait to pick up an arrow directly in her hand and shoot it to relieve her hatred.

"Xue Qing, since Miss Mo can't shoot arrows, don't be reluctant. My sister doesn't know how to shoot arrows, so it's better to let Miss Mo accompany me to watch you compete. ”

Bian Xueqing's eyes flashed, although she was still unwilling in her heart, but in the face of Bian Xuexiu's words, she really couldn't have the heart to refuse, so she could only swallow her anger with hatred.

turned around, looked at Meng Yaqian, who was looking at the excitement, and sneered: "Miss Meng, I originally wanted to help you find someone at the bottom, but people didn't want to join at all, I think it's better for us to compete, you are used to losing to Miss Ben, you won't be angry if you lose later, right?" ”

"Miss Bian Er is too good at laughing, even if I, Meng Yaqian, am not defeated by you, isn't there still Miss Huai? It's not certain who will be the one who will lose and get angry. Although Meng Yaqian and Huai Lian are not on the same page, the two of them have always been surprisingly consistent in dealing with Bian Xueqing.

"Miss Bian Er, wait a minute, I won't show mercy just because you are the protagonist of today's banquet." Huai Lian smiled softly, his eyes were sharp.

"Hmph." Bian Xueqing snorted coldly, and saw that Yahuan Xiaolian had already walked over with a few little guys holding arrows, and said, "The arrows are here, you can start the competition." ”

In addition to Bian Xueqing, Meng Yaqian and Huai Lian, two young ladies also joined the competition.

The little guy arranged five arrow targets on the opposite side, each with ten arrows, and the one who hit the center of the arrow target the most wins.

Although Bian Xueqing is arrogant and domineering, her practice on weekdays is more severe than ordinary people, except for the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are slightly inferior, her riding and archery skills are extremely good.

Huai Lian is in a family of military generals, and riding and shooting is not a problem, and he has been on par with Bian Xueqing after several rounds of competition. Looking at the other two young ladies, they had already been far behind, and Meng Yaqian was ranked third, she was already furious, and when it was her turn to shoot an arrow, the hand holding the arrow was already shaking with anger.

Bian Xueqing, let's see, I will never lose to you!

Meng Yaqian's archery action suddenly stopped, and she turned her head to look at Bian Xueqing: "It's too boring to try like this, why don't we have something interesting." ”

Bian Xueqing saw that Meng Yaqian didn't stop losing, so she simply decided to let her lose more thoroughly, glanced at the past, and said angrily: "Yo, Miss Meng still has an interesting way to play?" Let's hear it. ”

The "interesting" method that Meng Yaqian said is nothing more than tying the arrow target to the next person, and the next person moves back and forth, which increases the difficulty for the shooter.

"Good! Then continue to compete according to what Miss Meng said. ”

Bian Xueqing was upright and proud, thinking about how to make Meng Yaqian's loss more ugly. What is more uncomfortable than losing miserably according to Meng Yaqian's own method?

The more Bian Xueqing thought about it, the more excited she became, and she winked at Meng Yaqian: "Since it is Miss Meng's proposal, let Miss Meng start first." ”

Meng Yaqian didn't know whether she was red-eyed from the loss, or because Bian Xueqing was excited because she agreed to her proposal, her hand holding the arrow shook again and again, and she didn't draw her bow for a long time as a small guy who was constantly moving.

The little guy was also a coward, he was frightened at first glance, and at first he could move according to the position he said, but under the pressure of Meng Yaqian's delay in drawing his bow, he began to run around, and suddenly realized at a certain moment that he had deviated from his position and stopped suddenly.

At this moment, Meng Yaqian's arrow flew out with a strong wind!

And the direction of that arrow actually shot straight at Bian Xuexiu in the crowd of onlookers!

Seeing that she was about to stab Bian Xuexiu's body, Mo Fuxiu's figure flashed, and instantly blocked in front of her, the arrow was intercepted, and the sharp arrow was firmly held in the palm of her hand. A heart-piercing pain came from the palm of his hand.

For a while, the onlookers screamed, and the surroundings instantly became a mess.

"Thank you girl for saving me!" Bian Xuexiu walked around to Mo Fulu in a panic and covered her mouth in shock: "Girl, you bleed?!" ”

Mo Fuluo threw the arrow to the ground, and the wound in his palm was already bleeding, and it fell to the ground drop by drop along his fingers.

"Miss Mo, are you okay?" Bian Xuexiu's face became extremely pale, and she turned to block in front of Mo Fuxiu, stretching out her hand to check her wounds.

"It doesn't matter." Mo Fuluo responded softly, and his injured hand shook back, avoiding Bian Xuexiu.

Bian Xuexiu was a little at a loss, stabilized her emotions, turned to the surrounding crowd and said, "It's not appropriate to see red on a big day, this archery competition has stopped." ”

Meng Yaqian, who reacted, ran to Mo Fuluo in a few steps, her face full of apologies: "Miss Mo, are you okay, it's all my fault." ”

"Miss Meng, the matter has come to this, the competition can't continue, Miss Mo was injured because she protected me, I want to take her to medicine."

Meng Yaqian looked embarrassed, and took a step back.

"Miss Mo, come with me." Bian Xuexiu turned her head to look at Mo Fulu, her tone was gentle and her face was full of worry.

Such a Bian Xuexiu, Mo Fuluo couldn't refuse. (To be continued.) )