The Mongolian princes and nobles watching from the side whispered in Mongolian from time to time to appease Bagen's emotions.

This time, the arrow left the bow and fluttered towards the iron ring, only to pass through the iron ring, the arrow sank downward, the middle of the arrow body was already next to the iron ring, the iron ring was rubbed by the arrow and swayed back and forth slightly, the arrow gently swinged back and forth with the iron ring, swaying like a swing.

When everyone saw this shot as if it could hang on the hoop, they didn't feel holding their breath, and they didn't dare to blink for a moment to pay attention to the shaking hoop.

His sleeved eyes were also fixed on the arrows rippling on the iron ring, and his heart seemed to ripple tightly with the iron ring.

After a few slight swings back and forth, the ring gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in its original position, and the arrow that was parked on the ring still swayed back and forth.

The crowd became more and more nervous, and the people standing beside the hoop hardly dared to open their mouths to breathe, for fear of blowing the crumbling arrow down in one breath, only to see that the arrow shook back and forth twice and finally stopped on the hoop.

When everyone saw it, they burst into violent applause in an instant, and Bagen Fangcai's heart seemed to be tied to his throat, and at this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the feather arrow had not fallen.

However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the arrow slipped backwards and actually fell to the ground.

When everyone saw this, they applauded, and the arrow stayed so short that they didn't know whether it counted.

Bagen glanced at the arrow that fell to the ground, and glared at Rong Ruo with round eyes: "It's your turn!" ”

Rong Ruo took two steps forward, smiled and said to Bagen: "The young prince's archery skills are really exquisite, he has just shot an arrow, Rong Ruo will only win when he shoots two arrows, and the pressure on Weichen is not small." ”

Bagan's face was displeased, and he reached out to make a "please" gesture and retreated to the side.

Rong Ruo held the bow in his hand, slowly walked to the opposite side of the iron ring, stood on his legs, the night breeze of the grassland blew the corner of the robe, the clothes fluttered gently, and the torches reflected the eyes that were as clear as a pool, showing more and more the temperament of the pure and rich spirit.

Gu Zhenguan, who was standing on the other side, looked at Rong Ruo's calm side face at this moment, and a sentence of Rong Ruo's poem suddenly appeared in his mind: The cold place is better, there are no roots and shoots, and it is not a rich flower in the world......

Rong Ruo's eyes were fixed on the iron ring, and for a moment, he reached out and took the two feather arrows, and everyone couldn't help but whisper when they saw him move.

Immediately saw Rong Ruo bite a feather arrow in his mouth, and the other feather feather arrow on the bow, and after a while, the arrow on the bow bounced to the iron ring with a bang, and the arrow went to the iron ring like a shuttle needle.

As soon as he pierced into the iron ring, the iron ring was violently shaken back and forth by the force of the arrow. But the arrow seemed to be glued to the iron ring, and as the iron ring swayed back and forth, there was no trace of it falling.

Rong Ruo's first arrow pressed the ring, which really surprised everyone on the side, and Bagen couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Rong Ruo.

Rong Ruo didn't wait for the iron ring to stop, and he had already shot the second one in his mouth with a whoosh, "Scared! Everyone couldn't help but sigh in unison.

When the second arrow was forced into the hoop, the first arrow was still shaking in the ring, and the second arrow was unexpected, and unhurriedly pushed the first arrow out of the hoop, and then the second arrow landed firmly on the hoop, and as before, it swung back and forth with the rhythm of the hoop.

When the crowd was noisy, the sleeves standing behind Kangxi stared at the arrows on the iron ring, and couldn't help but praise in a low voice: "What a superb single phoenix!" ”

Kangxi faintly heard someone talking behind him, but when he looked back, he saw that it was Huai Sleeve, Kangxi smiled gently at Huai Sleeve and turned back.

At this point, whether it was Manchu or Mongolian, everyone who watched the battle from the sidelines applauded warmly.

Rong Ruo reached out and took the third arrow, and when it was fired, the third arrow pushed the second one out of the iron ring, but it didn't seem to cross the ring as if it wasn't strong enough, but fell to the ground.

At this point, the victory or defeat has been decided, Kangxi and Jiri Mutu have returned to the table together, and everyone has returned to their positions one after another.

Kangxi instructed Li Dequan to adjust Rong Ruo's seat and Bagen's seat to the position of his and Ji Rimutu's drooping hands, so Bagen and Rong Ruo sat opposite each other.

Bagen just misses his sleeves and wants to take this opportunity to fight, if he can really win the beauty to return to nature, but his nature is not a narrow-minded person, just Bagen has seen Rong Ruo's kung fu with his own eyes, and he has long admired it in his heart.

Kangxi set up a special seat for the two of them, and as soon as the eunuch set up the wine and food, Bagen poured a full glass of wine, walked up to Rong Ruo and raised his glass and smiled: "I can see the hero's kung fu today, and my skills are outstanding, above me, although I Bagen lost, I was convinced, and I didn't say much, this cup, I respect you!" After speaking, he drank a large bowl of wine in one gulp.

Rong Ruo saw that Bagen had such a bold and generous temperament, and he liked it very much in his heart, and he also poured himself a bowl of wine and said: "The young prince is young, and his kung fu is already so good, Rong Ruo really admires it, this cup of Rong Ruo is also dry!" With that, he also looked up.

Bagen originally wanted Rong Ruosiwen to be not good at drinking, but he didn't expect Rong Ruo to be a refreshing person, so he drank as soon as he said. I like this Sven guard more and more.

After drinking, the two looked at each other, held up the empty cup and laughed, and they felt that they didn't know each other.

Because Huai Sleeve understood Bagen's temperament, he was really worried that Bagen would have a gap in Rong Ruo's heart, but now seeing the two of them like this, a heart that had been hanging for a long time finally settled. I can't help but laugh indifferently.

Kangxi and Ji Rimutu were also very happy to see him like this.

Ji Rimutu just saw that Rong Ruo was steady and humble, very educated, and Bagan had always had a perverse temperament, and had never been soft on anyone, but today it was rare to be so cordial with him, so he was naturally overjoyed, and commanded: "Come, bring my rhinoceros horn wine glass." ”

A Mongolian guard standing next to him stepped back, and after a while, he carefully held a delicately carved rhinoceros horn wine glass from a tray.

The wine glass is full of maroon matte, natural and smooth lines from the cup seat to the rim, from the depth to the shallow slowly, simple and quiet beauty, and the glass body is inlaid with emeralds, bloodstone and other rare gemstones, delicate and brilliant, treasure.

Ji Ri Mutu smiled and said to Rong Ruo: "Today, I saw that the Bogda Khan's imperial guards were so good, and it really opened my eyes, it can be seen that the Qing Empire, sure enough, there are many talents, I am really envious, and I am really envious, and I will give this very favorite rhinoceros horn cup to the hero to show my admiration." ”

The Mongolian guard carefully held the rhinoceros horn wine glass in front of Rong Ruo, Rong Ruo hurriedly stood up, bowed down and saluted: "This is the Great Khan's favorite thing, how dare Wei Chen give it." ”

Ji Rimutu smiled: "As the saying goes: the sword is given to the hero!" Let my beloved things be given to those who appreciate them. ”