Lots are prepared with a sufficient amount of paper rolls, respectively written with the names of different flowers, a total of two copies, respectively placed in two boxes, the person who catches the same flower, then two into a race.

Coincidentally, Shen Yangui and Miss Zhao caught the same "peony".

"Husband, are you afraid that I will win Miss Zhao?"

Mo Chengying touched her hand and said with relief: "You can do this, I'm very happy for my husband." ”

Shen Yangui slapped his hand with his backhand, not allowing him to touch it, "What? ”

Mo Chengying straightened up and whispered to her: "You just listen to me, and I'll tell you when the rest is covered with a quilt." ”

This person really doesn't want any face at all.

Shen Yan got up to throw the pot, and Mo Chengying summoned Poshan again and whispered a few words to him.

Poshan was even more surprised than Shen Yangui, "Lord Wang, this is going to be ......"

Mo Chengying lost his good temperament with his wife, and frowned, "There is so much nonsense, go quickly!" ”

Break the mountain and hurry up to do it.

Previously, those sons and brothers said that women would only be popular and would not throw pots, but they were just an excuse for fear of punishment.

Zhao Yirou's pitching skills are not bad.

Shen Yangui has neglected to practice over the years, even if she competes seriously, she is not necessarily sure that she can win, and with Mo Chengying's advice, she doesn't have to do her best.

That Zhao Yirou also has her own thoughts.

Before the competition, her mother specially told her that showing her face is not winning or losing, it is really a person like the regent, who is punished in public, and eighty percent of the account that damages face will be recorded on the head of the Zhao family.

But this loss is also exquisite.

Defeated, he seems to be incapable.

One arrow of deviation, and then fell deliberately.

She looked at the princess with her eyes, thinking about acting at the opportunity, and Shen Yangui had the same idea.

Other noble ladies always want to overshadow each other, but these two are good, and no one dares to throw the first arrow.

Eight arrows were thrown seven arrows, and the arrows missed.

The people next to him were also nervous, and the most nervous among them, in addition to the Zhao family, was Shen Yuanyuan.

The little guy got into the crack and saw that his sister's pot was empty, so he couldn't help clenching his fists and shouting "sister, sister" silently.

The youngest son of the Marquis of Dingxiang next to him looked not much bigger than Shen Yuanyuan, and his mouth was very broken with his grandmother.

"She's your sister, she didn't hit a single arrow, and my aunt was hit by five arrows." His slap almost covered Shen Yuanyuan's face, "Five arrows!" Can you count them? ”

Shen Yuanyuan didn't want to pay attention to him, so he followed, "My aunt is better than your sister." ”

The eighth arrow, Zhao Yirou, took the lead, but still missed.

If Shen Yangui's arrow misses again, the two of them have to add arrows and compare again.

Mo Chengying didn't want to bother, walked down the steps, and deliberately sighed, "Why doesn't Madam even have an accurate head?" ”

He held Shen Yangui's hand in public, aimed at the pot, and threw the arrow.

This arrow went into Zhao Yirou's copper kettle, according to the rules, the regent is not considered to win, but no one dares to take the lead in ruling.

Shen Yuanyuan next to him happily jumped three feet high, "Enter, enter!" My sister is in! My sister won! ”

The grandson of Dingxiang Hou stepped forward and corrected: "The rules of pitching pots, whoever is in the pot with the arrow wins!" ”

Rules can't be counted by hand, but can rules bind the regent?

He personally went down to throw the pot, not to mention that he threw it into the pot, or he didn't enter it, and everyone had to think about it, but since someone proposed it, even if it was a child, everyone was not busy correcting it.

Shen Yuanyuan was not convinced, raised his chin and said, "Whoever invests in will win." ”

Dingxianghou's grandson retorted, "That's not your sister's vote!" Holding someone's hand to throw a pot counts as cheating, and you lose! ”

Mrs. Dingxiang Hou Shizi immediately covered her son's mouth, "The regent forgives his sins, and he is unscrupulous, he is still young and doesn't understand anything." ”

The eldest princess of Lin'an thought that if it wasn't for winning, the little uncle wouldn't need to end up in person, so she immediately made a ruling, "Whoever votes is whoever!" ”

Mo Chengying glanced at her, and his head froze: What do you mean? Don't want to win? So what is he doing?

The principle is worthless in the face of a small life.

Although Lin'an was puzzled, he immediately changed his words: "Whose pot is the arrow, whose is it!" Little uncle, you lost. ”

According to the regent's previous decision, the woman throws the pot and the man admits punishment, and now that the princess loses, the regent has to perform in public.

Who dares to watch the Regent perform?

Everyone was afraid that the regent would be annoyed and angry, so they began to help play the round one by one, and took the initiative to ignore the words of the eldest princess.

- "Her Royal Highness the eldest princess is right, whoever votes for it will be anyone's. ”

- "What about Zhao Gongzi?" Your sister lost, it's time for you to perform. ”

- "I heard that Zhao Gongzi has a unique piano skill, but we are blessed?" ”

"Willing to gamble."

Everyone thought that this was what Zhao Qizhen said, and they echoed it, but it turned out to be His Royal Highness the Regent.

The broken mountain has returned.

According to the instructions, he took the two-year-long Mo knife in the warehouse.

Mo Chengying held a long knife taller than a person in his hand, turned it twice easily, and repeated the words, "I am willing to lose the bet." ”

He also said: "This king has not touched a knife for a long time, and today is not only a punishment performance, but also a practice, you should be careful, so as not to be injured by mistake." ”

When he said "be careful", his eyes wandered, and everyone trembled inside: Is this a performance? This is a desire for human life, right?

Shen Yangui naturally knew that His Royal Highness the Regent, who had military achievements, was strong in martial arts.

But he's not a showy man.

What's going on today?

I had to lose to Miss Zhao by myself, so I turned my head and showed off my knife skills again.

Shen Yangui didn't figure it out when she took a few steps back to her seat, but as soon as she sat down, she knew it in her heart.

The Mo knife danced, turning out the afterimage in the air, and the regent was heroic, slashing horizontally and slashing into the tiger.

Bang - bang bang.

Several tables in the hall broke in the middle, the dishes collided and shattered, and several princes sat on the ground in fright, retreating again and again.

It was the few people who intended to embarrass Shen Yangui in their words before, their courage was about to break, and they saw the blade slashing at their heads several times, and even the names of their next lives were named.

Waiting for Mo Chengying to simply finish a set of knife techniques, he threw the Mo knife back into Poshan's hand, and said coldly:

"What? This king's knife skills are not good? ”

Who dares to speak in this? Everyone turned their attention to Princess Lin'an.

The eldest princess swallowed her saliva, "Little uncle misunderstood, it is really your sword skills that are amazing and amazing, and we are shallow in knowledge, and we can't describe the eleventh of the grand occasion even after racking our brains." ”

The pomp?

Is it the grand occasion of splitting the table, or the grand occasion of almost cutting people?

He can come to this banquet today, in addition to bringing his wife to the snow and plum blossoms, there is also the most important purpose.

Mo Chengying picked up the wine glass and said: "My emperor is young, and he has not yet established the queen, this king holds the power of the Son of Heaven, and the princess of this king naturally acts as the power of the middle palace, restricts the virtue of internal and external women, and sets an example for women in the world. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was amazed.

Although the emperor has not yet been established, the queen mother of the harem is still there, and the regent's words are to put his princess on the throne of the mother's world.

Everyone wanted to say a few words, and Poshan turned the Mo knife in his hand, and the blade reflected the light.

It wasn't dark outside, and no one was blind.

Mo Chengce, the eldest son born to the second prince of the first emperor and the second brother of the little emperor, glanced left and right, saw that everyone did not react, and took the initiative to stand up.

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