The Reborn Noble Daughter Chapter 15

Chapter 15 15. Tossing the pot

“Okay! Feng Er, you are really awesome! You can hit the center of the pot even if you are blindfolded!”

 Second brother?

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

He even threw a pot while blindfolded. Is he really not afraid of being exposed in front of Princess Changlin by someone who is interested, and the tragic fate of his previous life will happen again?

Just when he was thinking about how to treat him, he saw that Bai Siruo had already excitedly pulled the two of them over.

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

 The post under today's birthday banquet was originally for men and women to sit at the same table, so the place where the pot was thrown was already standing in twos and threes with some female relatives watching curiously.

 The married women naturally looked at each other for the unmarried women in the family, and the bolder ones began to cheer.

I saw the arrow cluster in Feng's hand was like a long eye, and it was accurately thrown into the copper pot, and the people around started to praise it again.

 The young man next to him who lost was angry and dissatisfied. Unfortunately, he was not as good as others and could only throw away his sleeves and leave.

 “It's boring, there is no one in Dongdu who can fight!”

 The proud look made Su Cheng grit his teeth.

This boy will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't sneer for a day.

“Oh? I can't stand what my second cousin said.”

Bai Siruo squeezed in from behind, and those on the left and right did not forget to take Feng Jinyao and Xu Mingyue along with them.

As Feng Er was chatting, he saw his sister's eyes widening, as if she was warning him not to show off.

 “Hey, cousin, do you want to give it a try?”

"That's natural, but we are not blindfolded in throwing pots. The competition is a little more difficult. I have a few lotus throwing pots in my hand that can be placed on the water pavilion. The water of the lake is connected to the underground spring, so it is not frozen. If the surface is If you're not afraid, how about we have a water throwing pot?”

Su Cheng clapped his hands and applauded, "Of course that's good. I've long heard that County Master Bai's pot-throwing skills are not inferior to Feng Er's. We're lucky enough to see him today, and we're all in for a treat."

Bai Siruo is smiling broadly at the moment. She is not good at guessing riddles, but she is good at throwing pots, which also shows to Wei Lanxuan and others.

“My cousin is so elegant and cheerful, so I should accompany her.”

 “Second brother!” Feng Jinyao stopped her, but there were so many people around that she couldn't elaborate on the reason.

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

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

This time it was Feng Er's turn to widen his eyes. When did he hurt his hand? Why didn't he know?

Su Cheng was also very confused. They were together all the time during the hunting days, and he had no idea. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Er stopped him.

“My sister still feels sorry for me. My second brother's hand really hurts a lot.”

　　After saying that, he covered his right wrist and started wailing. Unknowingly, he thought he was hurting his wrist.

Bai Siruo also had a look of astonishment on his face. Where did this song come from?

Does cousin Feng have something that he cannot tell others about?

 But everything is ready. If we don't compete, it would be a loss of face.

So he took Feng Jinyao's hand and asked eagerly, "My cousin can also throw pot? Why haven't I heard of it before? Are you sure you want to compete with me?"

Feng Jinyao pursed her lips helplessly. How could she have imagined such a limelight?

But the second brother is so flamboyant. If he doesn't suppress him, he may really be on the road to death. How can he do it? So he had to bite the bullet and say it.

“Don't worry, cousin, I'm certainly good at it, but compared to you, I'm far behind.”

"Don't talk nonsense until the results come out. Let me see how good you are. Let's talk about it first. Don't hide your clumsiness. My eyes are poisonous. If you lose to me on purpose, see how I deal with you!" He pretended to be unruly and frightened Feng. Jin Yao, she nodded with a helpless smile, "I will do my best."

 In the game of pot throwing, the outcome is determined by scores.

　　One point is awarded for hitting the heart of the pot, and two points for hitting the ear. The most powerful thing is to pierce the ear and cross the hall. If you can do this, you will get five points.

 It's just that I haven't seen this move for many years, so when setting the rules, I omitted this step.

With ten arrow clusters per person, there is no need to rotate. Soon the lotus throwing pot is floating on the lake, moving with the spring below.

“Cousin, let's start.” Bai Siruo gave the order and took the lead in throwing an arrow, hitting the nearest pot.

 Everyone cheered, and even Feng Er looked at her with a little more appreciation than usual.

“Girl, I'm looking down on you.” After saying that, he burst into laughter and walked to Feng Jinyao's side to give some pointers.

Although I don't know why my sister wanted to stop him from participating in this matter, how could my brother let her fall behind, so he quietly gave guidance behind his back.

“Calm down your mind, direct 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 Mengsheng was born as good as Feng Er in pot throwing. When they first got married, in order to show the harmonious sound of the harp and the harp, he taught her, a completely ignorant novice, very well.

 Because the back house was leisurely, pot throwing once became her pastime. Therefore, her skill in pot throwing was not comparable to that of ordinary people, but she never showed it in front of others.

"Bang." Bai Siruo was hit by another arrow. This was already her fifth arrow. Everyone clapped their hands and applauded, but also secretly laughed at Feng Jinyao who had not yet taken action.

“Miss Feng San, can't you see clearly? Or maybe you don't have enough strength in your hands. The arrow clusters are almost melted by you, and you still don't throw them.”

The person speaking was the young master who had just lost to Feng Er. The revenge was clearly visible in his eyes, and his tone was naturally unkind.

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

In the past life, he had complimented her a lot, but in private, she had heard that this person had given her a few stumbling blocks.

　　They are really the same species.

nausea!

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

Feng Er was so shocked that his jaw dropped. He had never seen his sister practice throwing pot before, so she must be a genius! ?

There was surprise in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Bai Siruo hit three pot ears in a row, doubling his score and greatly widening his advantage.

“Cousin, how are you?” Bai Siruo's eyes showed both appreciation for Feng Jinyao and recognition of his own strength.

 When encountering such an opponent, Feng Jinyao would naturally not deliberately lose, because that would be the greatest insult to each other.

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

With a bang, the two arrows fell into the water, and Feng Jinyao was confused.

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

 Wen! Dream! born!

 That's his voice!

 (End of this chapter)

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