"Oh, don't bother, if everyone who bothers has such talent, then the more such people come, the better."

Gao Linjiang glanced in the direction of Lin Xianyu with great regret, and then said stupidly.

"Yes, yes, everyone is friends when they come, and Kobayashi Gongzi is so talented, he should have come out early for everyone to see."

The talented man next to him hurriedly relieved Gao Linjiang.

"By the way, let's better compare the pitching pot, eight arrows per person, and the last three who hit the least will each be punished with three glasses of wine, how about writing a poem?"

"If there is the same arrow, then let the ladies judge, and the poet will eliminate the three of them at the very least."

"What do you think of eliminating three people at a time, until there are only three left?"

Gao Linjiang opened his mouth to suggest, but this Gao Linjiang's mind was impure.

Because seeing that this Lin Xianyu is still young and thin, he will definitely not be able to do such a thing as throwing pots.

When the time comes, you can see Lin Xianyu drinking and chanting poetry.

Everyone agreed, after all, there are so many famous ladies, how can they perform well.

This pitching pot is a traditional ritual and feasting game inherited from the pre-Qin Dynasty, and the pitching ceremony comes from the shooting ceremony.

Because the courtyard is not wide enough, not enough to set up a hoof, or because there are many guests, it is not enough to prepare a bow to compare, or some guests do not know how to shoot arrows, so they use pitching pots instead of bending bows, to entertain guests, in order to learn etiquette.

Pitch the pot, shoot it finely. Yan drink has shot to Lebin, and to learn and talk about art.

It's a very elegant game, and everyone agrees.

What's more, this game is very flattering.

If you are physically fit, you can show off your pitching skills.

Those who are not good at pitching pots can also show their poetic talents.

And no matter what, you can show your excellent side in front of these ladies.

Besides, no matter how bad you are, can you be worse than that thin Kobayashi Gongzi?

Everyone has their own little ninety-nine in their hearts.

"Isn't this very unfair to Prince Kobayashi?"

The ladies behind the screen rose up with sympathy again, and talked cautiously.

"I think it's good, it's good to see the drunk Kobayashi Childe."

"It makes sense, and you can see more poems by Kobayashi Gongzi."

After many young ladies discussed, Gao Yuecheng spoke as a representative.

"I think my brother's proposal is very good, we all want to appreciate the literary and martial arts of your sons."

Gao Yuecheng is the first beauty in the capital, although everyone can only see a shadow of a shadow, but when they hear the beauty speak like this, everyone is gearing up and planning to do a big job.

"Although my Great Chu Dynasty established the country with literature, it is also a strong country, and the six arts include etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. This pitcher can be counted as one of them. ”

Ming Sijia naturally wouldn't let this Gao Yuecheng be in the limelight alone, and after this Gao Yuecheng finished speaking, he also stood up and added.

Since the two leading ladies have expressed their approval, everyone naturally has nothing to object.

"Dongfang, why don't you object? Isn't this a pit for my brother? Lin Yunfeng complained.

"You, you underestimate your brother too much, if it's something else, your brother may not be able to win, but is this pitcher?"

"I'm afraid that only one person in this game can win against him." Dongfang Baiyan said with a smile, but there was a little bit of triumph in his expression. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Salted Fish Koi's Loser's Daily Claw Book House" for free reading for the first time.