There is a Wangfu wife at home

Chapter 661 Zhao Congsheng

Zhao Cong asked him to rest for a few more days, but this man felt that his self-esteem had been challenged.

But according to her observation, the current Wanyan Wulu, whose physical strength has not fully recovered, is really not Zhao Cong's opponent.

Zhao Cong wanted to win in the open and aboveboard, so he would not compete with him at this time.

Li Jiaoniang said, "I know His Highness Wu Lu is eager to fight, but Prince Pu'an is not free at this time, he can't spare himself to fight."

Wanyan Wulu was a little disappointed, "It turns out that he doesn't have time to come, so when will he be free?"

Li Jiaoniang thought for a while and said, "It will be around the beginning of next month."

In this way, the time is half a month later.

Wanyan Wulu had no choice but to say, "Okay, I will wait for him to come."

……

The days passed quietly, and it was next month in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Zhao Cong came to Liuyue Garden.

Probably for the convenience of the competition, Yue Cong was wearing a blue short jacket.

The hair was all tied up and neatly wrapped with a cloth towel.

It has been a year since he came to Ancheng, and he has grown a lot taller. Wearing a short jacket, he looks more energetic and taller.

Wanyan Wulu looked at the young man approaching, and secretly said in his heart, he never imagined that there would be such an imposing young man among the royal family of Song Dynasty.

He always thought that Zhao's descendants were weak and cowardly people like Qinzong Huizong.

I didn't expect to be so energetic.

"His Royal Highness Wu Lu." Zhao Cong cupped his fists at him.

Wanyan Wulu returned the salute, "His Royal Highness."

"You two discuss what to compare yourself, we are just a witness." Li Jiaoniang nodded to the two and said.

Other than Luo Cheng and Li Jiaoniang, the people who were already waiting to watch the match included Duke Hengyang.

Luo Cheng originally wanted to invite some more people, but thinking of the grievances between the Zhao clan and the Wanyan clan, he gave up.

This time is not the time to talk about petty grievances.

Zhao Cong walked towards Duke Hengyang, said hello, and said, "His Highness Wulu is a guest, and of course the guests are given priority. His Highness Wulu, please choose the topic of the competition."

He said polite words, but they were actually arrogant words.

Wanyan Wulu wanted to kill Zhao Cong's vigor, so he picked a topic that he was good at, "How about archery in the first round? Your Royal Highness?"

Zhao Cong said lightly, "Yes."

Hengyang Gongdao said, "Okay, I will write it down here."

Wushuang took a pen and paper and spread it on the table in front of Duke Hengyang.

Paperweight pressed against paper, frost-free grinding.

The Duke of Hengyang wrote as soon as he picked up a pen.

The first competition: archery.

There are more links to archery.

There are still life shooting, moving target shooting, and riding shooting.

Still life shot, the two drew a tie.

Active target shooting is to tie a scarecrow to the horse and let the horse run around the field.

The player who shoots more arrows to the scarecrow's head wins.

For the sake of fairness, the two shot arrows at the same time.

In order to distinguish the arrows they shoot, the feathers of their arrows are dyed.

Zhao Cong is red, Wanyan Wulu is green.

A total of ten arrows were tested.

After the arrows were shot, Wushuang, who was in charge of the referee, immediately went to check the number of arrow feathers.

"His Royal Highness has ten arrows, and His Royal Highness Wulu has nine arrows. In the first match, His Royal Highness won!" Wushuang said loudly while checking the arrow feathers.

Wanyan Wulu didn't believe that he would lose.

He is the sharpshooter of the Kingdom of Jin, how could he lose to a brat?

Wanyan Wulu walked up to the horse supporting the board and checked it himself.

Nine arrows, there is indeed no mistake in counting.

However, he clearly remembered that there were ten arrows, all of which were shot by him.

He counted and it was still nine.

Strange, where did the missing arrow go?
Just when he was anxious and wondering, he found a green arrow feather hanging from the saddle.

That arrow feather has been shot off by something.

Half hid in the saddle, half dropped to the road ahead.

It was broken by the opponent's arrow.

This is him, really lost?
Wanyan Wulu was very frustrated.

It was Zhao Cong who was happy, and he said lightly to Wanyan Wulu, "Your Highness Wulu, I have accepted."

What an arrogant Zhao Cong!Who will have the last laugh is not certain.

Wanyan Wulu glanced at him lightly, "It's not over yet, Your Highness Pu'an!"

When he lost, he spoke in a cold tone.

Zhao Cong didn't care, "What will His Highness Wu Lu plan to compete in the next match?"

"Riding and shooting, shooting living things!" Wanyan Wulu said lightly.

"Okay, riding and shooting!" Zhao Cong turned his head and said loudly to Wushuang, "A living creature ready to ride and shoot!"

Wushuang found more than a dozen rabbits and placed them on the field.

The rabbits were free and ran away.

Wanyan Wulu and Zhao Cong immediately chased after him on horseback.

Not to be outdone, both of them set up their bows and shot arrows.

While shooting arrows, Wanyan Wulu paid attention to Zhao Cong's riding skills.

I was secretly surprised.

Unexpectedly, this little boy's riding skills are no worse than him.

Of the eighteen rabbits, Zhao Cong shot down ten, but Wanyan Wulu only shot down eight.

In the second round, Zhao Cong won again.

Wanyan Wulu didn't dare to underestimate Zhao Cong anymore, and in the third melee fight, Zhao Cong's spear was thrown flying.

However, even so, he still didn't beat Zhao Cong to the ground.

Zhao Cong's posture is flexible, and his long spear can't hit Zhao Cong no matter what.

The two fought on the field for half an hour without knocking each other down.

Li Jiaoniang yelled to stop.

She smiled and said, "If you keep fighting like this, it will be the same until dark. How about this, this competition, you two will be considered a draw."

Zhao Cong withdrew his hand, cupped his hands towards Wanyan Wulu and said, "No, I lost this competition, His Highness Wulu's weapon is still in his hand, but my weapon was picked up by His Highness Wulu long ago. If I continue to fight, I will lose sooner or later without a weapon, so I lost this round."

he said humbly.

But the more humble Zhao Cong was, the more disgraced Wanyan Wulu felt.

After all, the opponent is just a child, and he is an adult.

"His Highness Pu'an is humble." Wanyan Wulu said, "It is an honor for His Highness to lose. I just won by a narrow margin."

Li Jiaoniang said, "The winner of this game has been divided, the two of you, do you want to compete?"

Zhao Cong said politely, "His Royal Highness Wu Lu, please come up with a question."

Wanyan Wulu waved his hand, "Forget it, three battles and two defeats, one narrow victory, no comparison."

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Why doesn't Your Highness Wulu compete?"

Wanyan Wulu looked at Zhao Cong, "I'm an adult, the Prince of Pu'an is a child a few years younger than me, but I have lost several games in a row, and if the competition continues, even if I win the latter, I will still be bullied by my strengths." Young, it is not honorable to win."

Li Jiaoniang thought to herself, this person is very open-minded.

If he has always thought this way, he will definitely not attack south again in the future.

If you have good intentions in your heart, you will not be good at fighting.

With malice in mind, even a gentle and modest gentleman on the surface will do vicious things.

The Duke of Hengyang, who had been sitting on the sidelines and watching the match between the two, said, "Your Highness Wulu, according to the agreed contract, if you admit defeat, you have to fulfill the agreement in the contract."

(End of this chapter)