'Dangchang. ’

The arrow landed, but it was more than a foot away from the copper kettle.

Baiguan laughed, "King Zhong's strength is not small..."

"Haha, this is too crooked, why don't you touch the copper kettle."

"I really can't bear to look at it directly, it seems that this round, King Zhong is afraid that he is going to be at the bottom."

Zhao Mengqi heard these discussions, but he didn't seem to be affected, picked up another arrow, repeated the previous process, and threw it again.

This time he didn't cross the kettle, but he was still five or six feet away from the kettle.

Many people can't help but laugh, they just think that King Zhong's actions are decent, but the result is absurd, so it is even more funny in comparison.

Just as everyone was waiting to see him perform for the third time, he turned around and left the long case.

"King Chung has given up? Isn't there another time? ”

"Tsk, even if the jar is broken, it will fall again, just in case."

"It seems that the heart of the loyal king still needs to be tempered, how can he take on a big responsibility if he stops working hard if he has a slight setback?"

When Zhao Guanjia saw this scene, his mood was naturally ruined, and many officials couldn't stop laughing, and couldn't help but grab a paperweight and knock on the imperial case, "Where is the system!?" ”

Seeing that the emperor was furious, the officials had no choice but to restrain themselves, but the corners of their mouths were clearly still pulling.

Subsequently, several other people also went to try to throw, Zhao Mengxi was really good at it, although the first arrow did not enter, it did bounce open at the mouth of the bottle, and the two arrows in the back were a pot and an ear.

And Zhao Heyun's test results were the same as his, but Zhao Mengyun missed an arrow, but the arrow was next to the copper kettle, which was much better than Zhao Mengqi, and there was also a Zhao Mengguan, who only hit one ear, with a sneer on his face, and he was very dissatisfied with himself.

After the test, it is officially started, eight arrows per person, and the calculation of the results is also clear at a glance, there will be no controversy, as for why it is not nine, because nine also has the meaning of extreme, usually only the emperor can use it.

Zhao Mengxi was the first, confidently walked to the long case, picked up an arrow, threw it cleanly, and put it into the pot.

"Good luck!" Many officials couldn't help but applaud, among which Wu Yan, the servant of the imperial history, was the most energetic.

Zhao Mengxi did not pause, Lianzhu threw it, even the front arrow was still in mid-air, and the back arrow had already chased out.

Dangdang's eight consecutive rings, all of them were in the pot!

This pleasing performance directly ignited the passion of the hundred officials, and the applause continued, and even the Zhao officials nodded in approval.

Zhao Mengxi was at the bottom of three consecutive rounds before, and this time he finally raised his eyebrows, in his opinion, it is impossible for anyone to surpass him, and he won the first place in this round.

After Zhao Mengxi left the field with a smug smile in the spring breeze, Zhao Heyun stepped forward slowly.

The gait looks very stable, but those who have a heart can still see the heaviness in it, after all, Zhao Mengxi's perfect beginning, just like getting off the horse, puts great pressure on the latecomers.

Zhao Heyun could no longer see a trace of frivolity, and he was making a difficult choice at the moment.

He was confident that he would be able to tie the score, but considering that he would need to vote later, it was also very important to be watching, so he gritted his teeth and decided to take a risk.

Zhao Heyun took a deep breath, then stretched out his hands, picked up an arrow each, and threw it at the same time!

"Wow!"

There was a cry of surprise among the hundred officials, and then he suddenly stopped, his eyes firmly locked on the two arrows parallel in the air.

I saw that the two arrows were separated by more than a foot, and then gradually came closer, as if pulled by an invisible rope, and finally tightly together, falling precisely into the small spout.

"Wonderful!"

"Breathtaking!"

"Wonderful!"

In the exclamation of hundreds of officials, Zhao Heyun waved his arms in turn, throwing arrows one after another.

In the eyes of others, those arrows connected with each other, forming a line in the air, heading straight for the copper kettle.

The arrows were inserted from the mouth of the bottle one by one, and they were still trembling, and the copper kettle was swaying......

However, the last arrow deviated slightly and fell into the ear piercing on the side of the bottle.

"Ahh Pity! ”

"Heaven is not beautiful, so wonderful but not all the beginning..."

"The play of pitching pots requires the unity of spirit and spirit, I think he throws it in one go, and in the end I think it is a lack of breath, and there is a slight mistake, but it is already amazing!"

Seeing the result, Zhao Heyun's eyelids jumped, and his adventure should have failed.

His ornamentation is definitely much stronger than Zhao Mengxi's, but the last arrow only enters the ear and does not enter the pot, which is a hard injury.

With regret, even if Zhao Heyun was unwilling, he could only retreat.

The officials were still unsatisfied, and they were not full of admiration, and even Zhao Guan's family high-fived and applauded, and it was a pity in the end.

Next, it was Zhao Menghao's turn to appear.

This originally inconspicuous young clan had achieved quite good results before, making everyone think that he was deeply hidden, but now he also has some expectations for him.

I saw him silently walking to the side of the long case, looking still calm on the outside, but a lot of sweat broke out in his palms.

The outstanding performance of the first two puts a lot of pressure on the latecomers.

What's more, Zhao Menghao is more like a pure scholar on weekdays, he can't pick his hand and can't mention it, and the biggest entertainment is to glance at it when passing by the tile, and the matter of throwing pots is just a few times at random at the family banquet, but the distance is less than one-third of what it is now.

After reciting a meditation mantra, he carefully picked up the arrow, held it over his shoulder, and gestured several times before throwing it.

"Dangchang!"

Arrow hits...... Bottle, rebound, landing.

As a result, it did not cause boos, and all the officials only watched quietly.

Zhao Menghao's pressure was a little greater, and he calmed down for a long time before he continued to pick up the next one and threw it out more seriously.

The arrow drew a beautiful arc, fell, missed.

Subsequently, Zhao Menghao calmed down, completely ignored everything in the outside world, and continued again, trying harder and harder each time.

It's a pity that some things are useful if you don't work hard.

The projection behind it is farther away from the copper kettle.

In the concept of Chinese people, they focus on conscience and do not ask for traces, and will not laugh at hard work, so at this time, most of the officials are embarrassed and feel sorry for Zhao Mengyong.

After eating a duck egg, Zhao Menghao had no choice but to leave, with some introspection in his heart, and he usually seemed to neglect physical exercise too much.

Seeing the excellence of the two people in front of him, and also seeing Zhao Menghao's bleakness, Zhao Mengguan, who was in a very complicated mood, walked to the long case and looked down at the eight arrows that had been put back on.

In fact, he is still a little self-aware, maybe the result will be better than Zhao Mengfeng, but definitely don't try to catch up with the first two.

However, he thought that Zhao Mengqi's pitching level was even worse, and he could still rank third, and still be able to maintain the first place in the overall score, and his mood slowly relaxed.

In this state of mind, Zhao Mengguan became calm, and even showed a humble gentleman's demeanor, completely abiding by Sima Guang's "Pitching Pot New Style", without a trace of fancy throwing arrows.

In this way, the fun is greatly reduced, and the hundred officials have become dull.

is so decent, and even slightly stereotyped to throw eight arrows, but the result surprised the hundred officials, two arrows into the pot, and one arrow into the ear.

If it were according to the distance on weekdays, Zhao Mengguan should be able to achieve very good results, which is considered powerful among ordinary people.

Seeing his results, Zhao Meng was also satisfied, and felt that he had already played extraordinarily, anyway, the third was already stable, and when he was on the field, he also deliberately glanced at Zhao Mengqi with provocative eyes.

Zhao Mengqi didn't realize it, because he didn't know where the fugue had gone.

"Next, please throw a pot with His Royal Highness King Chung." Ma Guangzu called, but there was no reaction for a while.

So everyone's eyes went to look for Zhao Mengqi, only to find that he was sitting behind the desk, tilting his head and shaking a little, like a chicken pecking rice, and he was dozing off.

The hundred officials couldn't help but be in an uproar, this loyal king didn't take the competition too seriously, did he really plan to rot to the end?

When Zhao Guanjia saw it, he was angry and gave Dong Songchen a look.