As soon as he discovered that the situation was not right, Li Zaixing immediately changed his strategy. You can't run if you run, and the reason why Wei Yingwu let him in is probably to take the opportunity to humiliate him, so naturally he won't let him run away. If you are not sure about the poetry composition, you can simply play something else, don't be too arrogant. Li Zaixing rolled his eyes, saw the pitcher on the side, and immediately found a way.

"Brother Du, let's throw the pot, shall we?"

Du Fu shook his head: "Brother Xian, let's go play, I'm going to brew it." ”

Li Zaixing shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother Du Fu again, it could be seen that he was not Li Bai's improvisation school of fighting wine poems for thousands of poems, but a bitter chant who repeatedly scrutinized, and he had to give him time to figure it out slowly. He turned to look at a young man next to him, and smiled: "This Lang Jun, do you throw pots?" ”

The young man was listening to someone reciting poetry, glanced at Li Zaixing, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then put down the wine glass in his hand, and said with a very casual smile: "Okay." ”

Beside them were maids offering arrows, which were more than two feet long, with feathers and no arrowheads, and were made of mulberry branches, painted in different colors, twelve for each person. The maid placed the arrows on a wooden tray in front of Li Zaixing and the young man.

The young man reached out and picked up an arrow, looked at the pot two steps away, compared, and with a wave of his hand, the wooden arrow flew out and shot accurately into the pot. The bottom of the pot was filled with beans, and the arrow collided with the beans and made a soft sound. The young man smiled slightly, and arched his hand, "It's your turn." ”

Li Zaixing had never played this kind of game, but he had heard from his master that it was nothing more than the strength and accuracy in his hands. I watched this young man play with it again just now, and he probably had a number in his mind. He picked up an arrow, aimed at the mouth of the pot and threw it, the arrow raised a lone line, flew out, but missed a little, failed to hit the mouth of the pot, and shot the round ear next to the pot.

Li Zaixing sighed regretfully: "I'm ashamed, the first time I played, I hit the deputy car by mistake." ”

The young man smiled in surprise: "Lang Jun is playing for the first time?" ”

"yes." Li Zaixing shrugged his shoulders, pointed to another scholar who stood up and recited poetry in the distance, and said with a helpless wry smile: "I can't recite poetry or compose, so I have to come to throw a pitcher, and my skills are not refined, which makes Lang Jun smile." ”

The young man stroked his palm and smiled: "The first time you voted, you hit the secondary ear, you are really a lucky guy." ”

Li Zaixing also said that the young man was comforting him, and was about to say it again, when the young man explained: "If Lang Jun doesn't dislike me for talking too much, I'll explain to you the rules of throwing pots." Of course, it is good to throw the pot and throw the right, but if you hit the secondary ear, the score is higher......"

The young man explained softly, and as he spoke, he picked up the wooden arrow and showed it to Li Zaixing. It can be seen that although he speaks softly and softly, he has some sissies, but his pitching skills are very good, and at least seven or eight out of ten shots can be hit. After his explanation, Li Zaixing realized that he had just beaten the right side and had taken shit luck.

Throwing the pot and hitting the spout in the middle of the pot is certainly scored, but the score of hitting the secondary lug is higher, twice the score of hitting the spout. In addition to the position of the arrow, the position of the arrow is also very particular, there is a more difficult way to throw the arrow is not to throw in, but to put the arrow horizontally in the mouth of the pot, which is second only to the technique of throwing all the arrows into the mouth of the pot, and you can get 50 points.

The young man was explaining to Li Zaixing, and a young man with crooked eyebrows walked next to him, glanced at Li Zaixing and the young man, and laughed exaggeratedly: "Why, Shiyi Lang has no one to play, and he is not afraid of losing face when he mixes with such a country boy?" ”

The young man frowned, and threw the wooden arrow in his hand: "In such a big place, I play with mine, you play with yours, why should Thirteen Lang force each other." After speaking, he gave Li Zaixing a look, "This is the son of the Imperial Doctor and Prince Jingzhao Yin, Weiwei Shaoqing Wang Zhun." ”

Li Zaixing smiled, as if he hadn't heard it, and continued to fiddle with the wooden arrow in his hand. He didn't have a good impression of this Wang Zhun and didn't want to deal with him. However, he was very grateful to this young man, and the young man so solemnly introduced the official titles of Wang Zhun and his son, which naturally reminded him that this evil young man was not a good person, and tried not to provoke him. For a person who meets in Pingshui and doesn't even know his name, he can be so attentive, which shows that this person is very kind-hearted, much better than the self-righteous gentleman in front of him.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Zhun sat next to the young man, squeezed the young man aside, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled: "I'm afraid that you will be lonely, so I came to play with you, but you ignore me, what does this mean, is it because you look down on me?" ”

"How dare you." The young man forced a laugh, put the arrow in his hand on the tray, nodded apologetically at Li Zaixing, got up and was about to leave, but was dragged by Wang Zhun.

"Eleven Lang, don't go, throw the pot, I will too, or we will have a competition, and the loser will have a big drink." He said while squeezing his eyebrows, and at the same time reached out and touched the buttocks of the maid next to him: "Go, bring a big cup for the master." ”

The maid blushed, lifted her skirt, and hurried away.

The young man frowned, and stopped talking, but he didn't dare to break free, so he had to sit down again. Wang Zhun picked up an arrow, squinted one eye, and aimed for a long time, but the arrow missed. Li Zaixing looked at it and realized it in his heart. This Wang Zhun pitching technique is not very good, but he has a lot of power, and this young man can't afford to provoke him, so he is unwilling to compete with him. If you talk about technology, I'm afraid that Wang Zhun will not be able to win a game against young people if he drinks the water in the pool today.

At this time, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old hurried over, and when she saw the scene, a smile appeared on her face, sat next to Wang Zhun, and affectionately held Wang Zhun's arm: "Thirteen Lang, why did you come here, the slave is looking for you everywhere, and it is so hard to find you." Let's go, go drink with me. ”

Wang Zhun squinted his eyes and grinned: "Little lady Miao'er, why are you willing to deign to come and drink with me today?" ”

"Thirteen Lang, what do you say, when did you come, and you couldn't be a slave? If my mother heard this, she would kill the slaves. ”

"Hahaha, how can you give it up." Wang Zhun laughed, pinched the little girl's face lightly, and squeezed his eyes: "Don't worry, it's not too late to see if I win this eleven lang." ”

The girl's eyes fluttered, she glanced at the young man, and said with a smile: "He is clumsy, where is the opponent of Thirteen Lang." Or will the slave have a fight with you? ”

"That's not good, I'm going to compete with him today."

Seeing that Wang Zhun grabbed the young man and didn't let go, Li Zaixing arched his hand: "Wang Jun, how about playing for Shiyi Lang in the next place?" In the next beginner's practice, the craft is not perfect, just ask Wang Jun for advice. ”

Wang Zhun's face sank, glanced at Li Zaixing, and was furious: "What kind of thing are you, dare to compare with me?" ”

The young man hurriedly said, "Thirteen Lang, I'm just comparing myself with you, so why bother involving outsiders." He hasn't played, he's not your opponent, so I'll do it. ”

When Wang Zhun heard this, he remembered that when he came, it seemed that Shiyi Lang was explaining the rules of pitching pots to this country boy, and it seemed that this kid was right, he was really a novice. He rolled his eyes, and then smiled again: "Eleven Lang, throwing pots is just a game, what's the big deal about winning or losing, since he has Yaxing, of course I have to play with him." He took the glass glass, which was four or five times larger than an ordinary wine glass, from the maid's hand, and said with a sinister smile: "However, if you lose, this wine is indispensable." ”

Li Zaixing smiled disapprehantly, when he was stationed in Tibet in his previous life, he drank high-grade liquor, how could it be compared to these rice wines and other things. When it comes to drinking, he can pour this Wang Zhun so that he doesn't know who his father is. However, he believes that his skills alone are enough to win over this Wang Zhun to the point of being drunk.

"Of course, the eldest husband is willing to gamble and lose, not to mention that there are all good wines here, and the wine servants are all beauties."

As he spoke, he winked at the girl. The girl snorted and turned her face away. Li Zaixing didn't care, he had already seen it, don't look at this girl is very arrogant, in fact, she is a prostitute in this yard, Wang Zhun and they coaxed her like a treasure, but he didn't have this Yaxing.

In his opinion, prostitutes and girls are the ones who are **, pretending to be innocent.

Wang Zhun was very excited, and immediately filled the wine glass, then picked up the wooden arrow, glanced at Li Zaixing proudly, and raised his hand to throw it.

He was lucky this time, and he actually hit the secondary ear with an arrow. At this moment, not only was he beaming, but even the Miao'er girl on the side applauded. Li Zaixing was indifferent, with a light smile on his face, he picked up a wooden arrow, and as soon as he took aim, he raised his hand and threw it.

The wooden arrow slashed through an arc, but missed, grazing the spout of the pot and flying over.

"Hahaha......" Wang Zhun was overjoyed, stood up, shook his head and looked around: "It seems that God wants me to win." Little lady, if I win today, can I kiss Fangze? ”

Miao'er glared at Li Zaixing fiercely. Obviously, she had sensed Li Zaixing's disdain for her, which made her very angry. "If any of you can win by more than 60 points, I will drink with him until dawn, and if you can win by more than 100 points, then I will sleep with him. We will never break our promises. ”

Wang Zhun scratched his head, a little embarrassed. It is not easy to win more than sixty with twelve arrows, and it is almost impossible to score a hundred points. Before he could speak, Li Zaixing took over the conversation, neatly and neatly, and never dragged the mud and water: "Okay!" ”

"Don't be in a hurry to applaud." The girl raised her eyebrows: "Those who lose will be punished." My family's good wine, punishment wine can be cheap for you, you can learn to bark twice. Losing 60 points is called 6 sounds, and losing 100 points is called 10 sounds. ”

Li Zaixing raised his eyebrows, a little unhappy, but still nodded: "Okay." ”

The girl raised her face, Chu Chu looked at Wang Zhun pitifully, Wang Zhun saw it, and immediately became full of pride, he stared at Li Zaixing viciously, and said with a cruel smile: "A word is a certainty." ”

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