Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 642 Costin (1 more)
Song Yuanbao scratched his head, "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Xi had already entered the flower hall through the curtain.

Song Yuanbao could only keep up with him.

Ye Rong and the others waited for a long time, and when they saw Song Yuanbao finally came in, they scolded, "You dawdling, what are you doing behind?"

"I can breathe, can't I?" Song Yuanbao curled his lips.

"You're a bitch." Ye Rong finished choking him, then smiled and invited Zhao Xi to sit down.

Song Yuanbao snorted softly, took the initiative to lift the jug, and poured it for Zhao Xi himself.

When it was his turn, he only poured half a glass.

Ye Rong stared, "You can't even forget the rules of respecting people with wine, how can anyone drink half a glass?"

Song Yuanbao said listlessly: "I suffered from the wind and cold yesterday, and when I went out in the morning, my mother repeatedly told me not to drink too much alcohol."

Ye Rong rolled his eyes at him, "It's too poor an excuse to move your mother out."

Song Yuanbao touched his nose.

There is no way, Zhao Xi is here today, if he drinks too much and annoys this ancestor for a while and doesn't give him extra lessons, then he will be thankful?
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After drinking a few cups, Ye Rong arranged to throw pots and shoot arrows in the garden, and the winner was a starfish that hadn't grown up yet.

The feathers on the head and tail are white, the body has taupe spots, the mouth is thick and long, and a pair of eyes are bright and sharp.

Song Yuanbao liked it very much, and asked Ye Rong, "Can it send messages?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Ye Rong looked at the bumpkins in the country, "This is the god of eagles, the highest flyer, the fastest speed, trained by my uncle himself, just got it, it's still fresh!"

Song Yuanbao became more and more interested, "How long will it take to send a letter from my house to the palace?"

It usually takes more than half an hour to drive from the Song Mansion to the Imperial City.

Wouldn't it be much more convenient if Costin could be used to send letters?
"I haven't tried this." Ye Rong shook his head, and suddenly reacted, frowning, "I didn't say, do you dare to send a letter to the palace? There are so many guards in the dark, if I, Haidongqing, fall into you In your hands, you will be tossed to death within three or two days. But then again, with your three-legged feline kung fu, you still want to win the first place in front of so many people and win my baby. .”

Song Yuanbao was not angry either, "I'm not capable of defeating you, Mr. Ye San, but I can ask for help."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Xi with burning eyes, "Your Highness, can you help me win this sea dongqing?"

Zhao Xi asked: "I won, why did I give it to you?"

"Think of it as a wedding gift given to me in advance." Song Yuanbao looked determined to get it, "Besides, I want it, and maybe I can send you a letter in an emergency!"

Zhao Xi withdrew his gaze, nodded in response, "Okay."

Song Yuanbao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Then you must win!"

When Ye Rong heard this, she was unhappy, "I said, isn't it a bit too much for you two to bully people together? I invite His Highness to come down and let him be the referee."

Who doesn't know that the prince is very good at archery, if you compare archery with him, you will know who will win before the game starts, so what's the point of this bet?
Song Yuanbao laughed, "If you are afraid, admit defeat now and give me Haidongqing directly."

"Your third brother, am I so easy to admit defeat?" Ye Rong said, while winking to let the boy fetch his Beast King bow, and then hold it in his hand, "Even if you want to lose, you have to lose!" Decent."

Song Yuanbao knew Ye Rong well, knew that this person would not give up easily until the final result came out, he smiled and shook his head, and said to Zhao Xi: "Your Highness, whether you can get Costin depends entirely on you."

Zhao Xi took the bent bow with tiger roar pattern handed over by Song Yuanbao, tried the string, and adjusted the tension.

Several others also took bows and arrows to debug.

Today's competition not only tests archery skills, but also tests ear skills.

Because the content of the competition is that a group of pigeons will be released from the attic in a while. Participants must cover their eyes and judge the position of the pigeons by ear, so as to shoot arrows. One person has five arrows. The one who shoots the most is the winner, and the loser Each person must pay for one weapon.

Song Yuanbao was not good at archery, so he became a referee.

After Ye Rong finished talking about the rules, a young man brought out black cloth strips for blindfolding, and everyone took them one by one, covering their eyes neatly, and then heard a loud beating of gongs from the attic. It's the start of the game.

Dozens of pigeons were released, flying high in the blink of an eye, and the sound became smaller and smaller.

Everyone concentrated, occasionally moved their ears, and carefully and carefully captured the source of the sound.

Ye Rong was the first to shoot an arrow, only to hear a "swoosh", the feathered arrow pierced through the air, pierced a gray pigeon with a whistling sound, and then fell down with a "snap".

Immediately afterwards, two more arrows went out, none of them missed.

From the attic came the cheers of the young servants of the Ye family, "It's hit, all three arrows have hit, the third son is really amazing."

Ye Rong hooked her lips, took the remaining two arrows from her back, and fired both arrows at once. The same hit hit, and two more pigeons were shot down.

"Ah, the third son is indeed brought out by the general himself, it's too powerful!"

A few boys were happy together.

Blindfolded, Zhao Xi smiled lightly when he heard the movement: "I haven't sparred for a few months, and Mr. Ye's archery has improved again."

Ye Rong took off the black cloth, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Your Highness, it's your turn."

A young master surnamed Chen said: "Third Brother, this is because he deliberately doesn't want to lose Haidongqing to us!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Rong snorted lightly, "If you can't afford to lose, don't come next time."

Mr. Chen smiled, "If you can compete with the third brother, it's a weapon. If you lose, you lose."

While speaking, Zhao Xi's first arrow flew out with a whizzing sound. His arm strength was astounding, and the feathered arrow pierced through the air like a bamboo, directly piercing the pigeon's abdomen, and then flew forward for a while, and then pierced the second one. The third one had to fall because of being overweight.

Others were blindfolded and didn't see it, but Ye Rong and Song Yuanbao watched the whole process with their own eyes.

Ye Rong's eyes widened in shock, and he was stunned.

During the spring hunt, he learned the archery skills of Yun Liulang and the prince, and he secretly vowed that he must study hard and practice hard. Even if he could not catch up, at least he could stand shoulder to shoulder with these two. He felt that he would never even try to catch up with the crown prince's realm in his life, let alone surpass him.

Like Ye Rong, the boys on the other side of the attic opened their mouths in shock and took a long time to make a sound.

"Oh my god, His Royal Highness's archery skills are too good, right? There is no way for people to survive!"

"Three of them were shot with one arrow. Needless to say, His Highness must be the winner today."

"How did you achieve such superb archery skills? Our third son has worked hard enough, but still..."

Ye Rong didn't speak, and recalled over and over in his mind the exquisite picture of Zhao Xi just killing three birds with one stone. After some time, he sighed, "It's still a complete defeat."

Song Yuanbao jumped down from the tree stump, looked at Ye Rong with a smile, "How about it, admit defeat now?"

"It was also a loss to His Highness, not to you." Ye Rong said.

"It's all the same, we are family."

Hearing the word "family", Zhao Xi paused as he retracted his bow.

Ye Rong laughed, "I almost forgot, you are indeed a family, Your Highness is your cousin, why have I not heard you call for a long time, come, little Yuanbao, let's go."

Song Yuanbao pretended not to hear, and tilted his head to one side.

During the quarrel between the two, the other young masters shot their arrows one after another. Those who can come here must have some martial arts foundation. Although they cannot catch up with Ye Rong and Zhao Xi, they are not too weak.

So those people were all shot, but there were less than five, the highest four, and two less.

After such a delay, the pigeons had scattered too much, and Zhao Xi's next few arrows could not kill three birds with one arrow, but five arrows shot down, and a total of seven pigeons were shot, and he came out on top without any suspense. .

Taking off the black cloth blindfolded, everyone looked at Zhao Xi and Ye Rong with admiration.

Ye Rong handed the cage to Song Yuanbao.

Song Yuanbao took it, and Jun smiled, "It's so beautiful."

Ye Rong muttered, "I don't want to see who won it, how can it not be beautiful?"

"Then I'll be disrespectful." Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows.

Ye Rong hummed.

In fact, Ye Rong understands very well that as long as the prince is present, no one can beat him no matter whether it is a competition of literature or martial arts. There is still a gap between them, and whether they can catch up if they work harder in the future.

When I really saw it, I was shocked again, and felt that it would be better not to see it.

Glancing at Song Yuanbao's forgetful look carrying the cage, Ye Rong raised his lips and smiled, beckoned a servant, and whispered a few words.

The boy left the garden quickly, and no one knew what he was doing.

(End of this chapter)