Rebirth of the noble daughter

Chapter 15
"Okay! Feng Er, you boy is really good! You can hit the heart of the pot even if you are blindfolded!"

Second brother?

what's the situation?Could it be that he is ostentatious again?

Blindfolded and throwing the pot, is he really not afraid of being passed on to Princess Changlin by someone with a heart, and the sad fate of the previous life will repeat itself?
Just thinking about how to cure him, Bai Siruo excitedly pulled the two of them over.

The place for throwing pots is set not far from the Nuan Pavilion.

Today's birthday banquet was originally for men and women to sit together, so the place where the pot was thrown was already standing in twos and threes, some female family members who were watching curiously.

The married female relatives naturally looked at the unmarried women in the family, and those who were bolder began to applaud.

Seeing that the arrow clusters in Feng's second hand looked like long eyes, they were accurately thrown into the copper pot, and the people around began to praise him again.

The young master next to him who lost was angry and dissatisfied, but unfortunately his skills were not as good as others, so he could only shake his sleeves and leave.

"It's boring, there is no one in the eastern capital who can fight!"

The proud look made Su Cheng grit his teeth.

This kid, if he doesn't chatter all day, he might feel uncomfortable.

"Oh? I can't listen to what the second cousin said."

Bai Siruo squeezed up from behind, not forgetting to take Feng Jinyao and Xu Mingyue with him, one on the left and one on the right.

Feng Er was chattering when he saw his younger sister's eyes widen, as if warning him not to make publicity.

"Hey, cousin, do you want to try?"

"That's natural. It's just that we don't compare blindfolded throwing pots. It's more difficult to compare. I have a few lotus throwing pots in my hand that can be placed on the waterside lake. The lake water is connected to an underground spring, so it is not frozen. If you express Don't be afraid, how about we throw a pot on the water?"

Su Cheng clapped his hands and applauded, "Of course that's good. I've heard that County Master Bai's pot throwing skills are not inferior to Feng Er's. I'm lucky enough to see you today. I'll be feasting my eyes."

Bai Siruo was smiling brightly at the moment, she was not good at guessing riddles, but she was good at throwing pots, and let Wei Lanxuan and others experience it.

"My cousin is so elegant, I should accompany her."

"Second brother!" Feng Jinyao stopped, but there were so many people around, it was difficult for her to explain the reason.

So he made an excuse at random, and said to him again, "Didn't you hurt your hand while hunting? You don't have to rest well. If my cousin insists on a game, I'll do it."

He squinted his eyes and stared at Feng Er, the warning in his eyes could be seen even by the blind.

This time it was Feng Er's turn to widen his eyes, when did he hurt his hand?Why doesn't he know?
Su Cheng was also very puzzled, they were together all the time during the hunting days, he didn't know how, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Feng Er.

"It's my younger sister who loves me dearly. Second brother's hand really hurts badly."

After finishing speaking, he clutched his right wrist and wailed for a while. Those who didn't know thought he was hurting his wrist.

Bai Siruo also had a look of astonishment, how does this sing?
Is there something that the second cousin Feng can't tell others?
But everything is ready, it would be a shame not to compete.

So he took Feng Jinyao's hand and asked eagerly, "Cousin can also throw pots? Why haven't I heard of it before? Are you sure you want to play a game with me?"

Feng Jinyao pursed her lips helplessly, where did she want to get the limelight.

But the second elder brother is so publicized, if he doesn't suppress him, he might really be on the same path as before, so how can he do it, so he had to bite the bullet and say.

"Cousin, don't worry, I will naturally know some, but compared with you, it should be far behind."

"Don't talk nonsense until the results come out. When I see your level, say yes first, but don't hide your clumsiness. My eyes are poisonous. If you deliberately lose to me, let's see how I deal with you!"

Pretending to be savage to scare Feng Jinyao, she nodded with a helpless wry smile, "I will do my best."

In the game of throwing pots, the outcome is judged by the score.

A hit on the heart of the pot is worth one point, a hit on the ear of the pot is worth two points, and the most powerful thing is piercing the ears. If it can be done, it will get five points.

It's just that this trick has not been seen for many years, so when making the rules, this step was omitted.

Ten arrow clusters per person, no need to rotate, soon the lotus pot will float on the lake, moving with the spring below.

"Cousin, let's start." Bai Siruo gave an order, and took the lead in throwing an arrow, which hit the heart of the nearest pot.

Everyone applauded, even looking at her with Feng Er's eyes was a little more appreciative than usual.

"You girl, I've underestimated you." After finishing speaking, she burst out laughing, and went to Feng Jinyao's side to give pointers.

Although I don't know why my younger sister wants to prevent him from participating in this matter, but how can a brother let her fall into a low position, so he quietly pointed out behind his back.

"Need your mind and calm your mind, move your strength to the tip of your right hand, aim your eyes, arrows, and heart at the lotus pot, and throw it boldly."

Feng Jinyao rubbed the arrow handle nervously, this scene reminded her of some past events.

Wen Meng was born not to lose to Feng Er in throwing pots. When she first got married, in order to show the appearance of harmony, she taught her, a completely ignorant novice, very hard.

And because of the leisure in the back house, throwing pots became her pastime for a time. Therefore, the skill of throwing pots is not comparable to ordinary people, but she never shows it in front of others.

"Touch." Bai Siruo was hit by another arrow, which was already her fifth arrow. While everyone clapped their hands and applauded, they secretly laughed at Feng Jinyao who hadn't shot yet.

"Miss Feng San can't see clearly? Is it because you have no strength in your hands, and the arrow clusters are about to be crushed by you, so you still don't shoot."

The one who spoke was the young master who had just lost to Feng Er, the revenge in his eyes was clearly revealed, and his tone was naturally not kind.

Feng Jinyao glanced at the man, and soon recognized that he was Wen Mengsheng's old friend.

In the last life, she was complimented a lot on the surface, but in private, she heard that this person tripped her up a few times.

It's like a raccoon dog.

nausea!

Turning his head around, he fired several arrows at the pot, and all of them hit the center of the pot.

Feng Er was so shocked that his jaw would drop, he had never seen his sister practice throwing pots, so she must be a genius! ?
There was surprise in his eyes, just as he was about to say something, he saw that Bai Siruo hit three pot ears in a row, doubling his points and greatly increasing his advantage.

"Cousin, how are you?" Bai Siruo had both admiration for Feng Jinyao and affirmation of his own strength in his eyes.

Faced with such an opponent, Feng Jinyao naturally would not lose intentionally, because that would be the greatest insult to each other.

When I was concentrating again and preparing to vote, I suddenly heard a sentence, "Is she Miss Feng San?"

Pa, the two arrows fell into the pool, Feng Jinyao's heart was disturbed.

It was all because of that person, even if she died hundreds of times, she would never forget it.

temperature!Dream!pregnancy!
It was his voice!

(End of this chapter)