Mingyun glared at Fan Ming again. However, what Fan Ming said is indeed right, her accurate head is good, but her strength is not well controlled, and it is easy to hit, but it is indeed a little difficult to keep the pot from falling. She usually pours when she plays, although there are times when she doesn't, but that's basically luck.

She didn't have a bottom, but when she heard this, she pressed her shoulder, and the force on her hand was unconsciously a little heavy. But the bottle was deflected by the power of the feather arrow, shook half a circle, and fell to the ground.

"Haha! Poured! Fan Ming applauded on the side and laughed.

She and Ziji voted alternately. The second arrow is Ziji's turn. She was just about to go down, Ziji went to squat down and picked up the feather arrow she didn't hit just now, flicked the feathers on it, frowned and said, "The tail feathers of this arrow have branched off." It's not easy to vote, you change it and vote again. ”

Mingyun was stunned, and repeated Ziji's words: "Re-vote?" ”

Ziji nodded seriously and said: "The most important word is fairness, my arrows are good, but yours is not, it's really unfair, you change it, let's start over." ”

Before Mingyun could react, Ziji handed over the arrow, pointed to its tail and said, "Look, the tail feathers are forked." ”

Mingyun stretched out his hand and took it, first glanced at Ziji, only to see that his eyes were full of seriousness, and then looked down at the arrow. It is true that its feathers are slightly bifurcated, but they should, should not have much of an impact on the pitcher. She looked up at Ziji again, but there was still seriousness in his eyes.

Fan Ming also came over at this time, touched his round chin and looked at it, he also felt that this arrow was okay, but since Brother Ziji had said that he would do it again, it was not easy for him to refute it, so he asked his subordinates to bring a new one.

"Oh, here you go, you have to be on time this time, but don't throw it down again." Fan Ming took the new feather arrow to Mingyun, and owed it with a grin.

"How could I have defected." Mingyun is also powerful, having said that, he still has no bottom in his heart. I've already poured it once, will it work this time?

"You don't have to be so entangled in the middle or not, just relax and throw, you see you're almost grasping the shaft of the arrow, how can you throw it?" Ziji said with a smile, and at the same time he checked the red-tailed feather arrow in his hand, and gently lifted it with three fingers.

"If you think too much, you can't throw it, anyway, it's just a pastime game, instead of worrying about winning or losing, it's better to have fun, enjoy it, and naturally win." With that, he threw the feather arrow forward, and saw it fly in a beautiful arc. However, the arrow was surprisingly not hit, but slashed over the pitcher and flew behind the pitcher.

"It seems to be too forceful." Ziji spread his hands with a smile at Mingyun and said, "I originally wanted to show one, but it failed, so you don't see it, let me play a trick." ”

Mingyun didn't react at first, Senior Brother Ziji would also miss? When she reacted, she suddenly laughed and turned her head slightly to look at Ziji. Ziji was also looking at her with a smile in her eyes.

Mingyun pursed her lips and suppressed the smile that could not be concealed at the corner of her mouth. At this time, there was no tension and anxiety in her eyes, and she regained her previous brilliance, a trace of light crossed her round eyes, and the corners of her mouth smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, it turns out that Senior Brother Ziji also has a time when he misses." ”

Ziji chuckled lightly and denied: "It's just an accident, I have been invested most of the time, can you let me play a trick?" ”

Before Mingyun could reply, the young men and women of the clan shouted around them: "No! No way! ”

"Everybody said no." Mingyun smiled and showed a mouthful of small white teeth.

Ziji smiled and said: "That's a bad thing, I've never lost a pitcher." ”

"Then how about you try to defeat today?" After Mingyun finished speaking, he pursed his lips and smiled, and then didn't look at him, aimed at the mouth of the pot, raised his hand and threw the feather arrow. With a "bang", the body of the pitcher bottle trembled slightly, and then hit.

Mingyun silently said in his heart: "Don't fall! Don't pour! ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on the pot at this time, and they couldn't take their eyes off it. Everyone only saw that the pot was trembling and swaying, and finally, it stopped.

Didn't fall!

Mingyun's smile gradually widened, she raised her arms high, and couldn't help jumping in place several times. She's really happy, very happy, very happy.

"Looks like I lost." Ziji coughed pretendedly.

Mingyun's smiling eyes bent, stretched out his palm towards Ziji, and said, "Old rule, if you lose, you have to give Caitou." ”

"Well, let me think about it." Ziji touched his body, then clenched a fist and stretched it out to Mingyun's palm.

"What is it?" Mingyun asked.

Ziji let go of his hand, and his fist was empty.

Mingyun raised an eyebrow.

Ziji said: "There are no good things for you, so I owe them first." ”

Mingyun glanced at him and asked, "Then, what if you deny it?" ”

Ziji smiled: "No, I'm still waiting for you to give me tassels." ”

As the night got deeper and deeper, after the end of the day, everyone left one after another, and Mingyun almost left Dongrui Hall at the end.

The snow had begun to fall outside, and Ah Wei put on a thick cinnabar red cloak for her, tied the bag firmly, and buttoned the hat on her head, the cloak was covered with dense lamb cashmere, cotton, very soft, and the hat was a little big, almost covering her entire face.

Fan Ming also wrapped his cloak and walked out with Ziji and the three of them. He was wearing a thick long cloak with a blue-brown fire cloud pattern, and the inside was dense lamb cashmere, which looked very warm, but Fan Ming was relatively fat, and when he put it on, he seemed to be more and more round. He and the three Zijishi brothers, who were all slender and straight, stood together, which looked particularly abrupt.

Fan Ming also had a good time today, and said to Mingyun: "Sister Yun, what are you going to do tomorrow, if you have nothing to do, I will come back to look for you." ”

Mingyun smiled and deliberately asked him: "I heard that the eldest uncle will be back soon, why don't you take advantage of the past few days to memorize a few more articles, why do you still have to play around?" ”

Speaking of his father, Fan Ming immediately became depressed and said, "I only have these few days left to live." ”

Mingyun laughed when he heard this.

Several people said goodbye to each other in front of Dongrui Hall.

Ah Wei was always afraid that her master would be frozen, and she wanted to stuff Mingyun with a hand stove.

"Don't, no, it's not cold, where is winter called? Take such a heavy stove, get in the way, Ah Wei, you can help me hold it on the way. Mingyun smiled and waved his hand, turned around and rushed out of the house and ran into the snow.

"Keep up, keep up." Ah Wei chased after the stove briskly, while commanding a group of little maids behind her.

The snow was falling one after another, and Mingyun ran into a white plum forest in the garden.

"It smells so good." She sniffed heavily, stretched out her arms to the sky, and at this moment there was a semi-circular moon hanging in the sky, and in the clear moonlight, she could see every white snow flying in the moonlight.

The plum blossoms of a tree in the garden are very good, and the gorgeous red plum in the mother's wonderful garden is different, the petals of this white plum are like pure mutton fat jade, especially the highest branch, from the position where she stands, the plum branch is just reflected in the bright moon, very beautiful. She couldn't help but stand on tiptoe to reach it, but she could only touch the tips of her fingers. And the slaves and maids knew that their masters did not like them to be troublesome, so they stood quietly aside.

Just when Mingyun was at a loss, a pair of hands stretched out, and with a "click", helped her break off the plum.

Mingyun was startled by the sudden appearance of the hand, and turned his head sharply, only to see a slightly pale face. "Ahh She was startled and quickly took a step back.

When she saw it clearly, she patted her chest and said, "Cousin Cheng, you scared me to death, scared me to death, why are you here?" The slightly pale boy on the other side is called Fan Cheng, the third oldest among Fan's grandchildren, and the eldest son of the second room, but he usually doesn't talk much, and Fan Ming doesn't like to play with him very much, so Mingyun doesn't have a deep impression of him, I just remember that everyone said that he reads the best.

"Give." Fan Cheng handed the plum blossom in his hand to Mingyun.

Mingyun was stunned and stretched out his hand to take it, and said, "Thank you, Cousin Cheng." "On that branch there are white plums in full bloom and budding flower bones, and there is some snow on it, which is even more fragrant when smelled closely.

Mingyun and Fan Cheng didn't know each other very well, and they didn't have anything to say, so after being silent for a while, Mingyun opened his mouth and asked, "Cousin Cheng, why are you here alone?" ”

"There, it's the courtyard of our second room, and I'm often here." Fan Cheng pointed to the brightly lit place not far away, just opposite Bai Meilin.

"So, did I bother you?" Mingyun felt a little embarrassed.

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Fan Cheng shook his hand anxiously. Mingyun's eyes were sharp, and she saw in a blink of an eye that there was a bite mark on the underside of Cousin Cheng's left wrist, which was revealed with the movements of Fan Cheng's hand, two rows of irregular tooth marks on the upper and lower rows, and two deep blood holes on both sides of the upper row of teeth.

"Your wrist!" Mingyun pointed to his arm, his eyes widening in surprise.

"It's fine." Fan Cheng grabbed his left wrist with his right hand and didn't look over, but Mingyun felt that Cousin Cheng's already pale face became even paler.

"How can it be okay, I obviously saw it, those two blood holes are so deep." Mingyun wanted to pull up Fan Cheng's sleeve to take a look, but Fan Cheng took a step back and dodged, turning his back to her.

Mingyun saw that his shoulders were trembling slightly, she cautiously patted him on the back and asked softly, "Cousin Cheng?" ”

Fan Cheng hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve.

Mingyun was surprised to find that Fan Cheng was crying, she gently pulled Fan Cheng's sleeve and widened her eyes: "Cousin Cheng, you ..... What happened to you? ”

"I feel like I'm useless, cousin Yun, I'm really useless." Fan Cheng choked with his back to Mingyun and kept wiping his tears with his sleeve.

Mingyun didn't know what to say for a while, grabbed the plum blossom in his hand, frowned, pursed his lips, and finally spoke: "I don't know why you ask that, but the elders in the clan will praise you for your outstanding literary talent, how can you be a useless person." ”

"What's the use of studying well, I can't even protect my younger siblings." Fan Cheng wiped away his tears, slammed his fist on the trunk of the plum blossom tree, the treetops trembled with a "whoosh", shook off the white plum petals on the ground, and said hatefully: "Even if I read well, what can I change, I can't even protect the people I want to protect, what else can I do, I'm useless, useless." ”