Rebirth: Fu Jia Returns

Chapter 81 Procrastination
Naturally, Fu Jia was not polite, the condition was put forward by herself, so she naturally thought it over.

"Just take this tree as the standard. In the time of a stick of incense, the more branches you shoot, whoever wins, how about it?"

Fu Jia pointed to not far away.

This side is the main road leading to the back mountain, with bamboo forests planted on both sides, and a jujube tree is planted on the edge of the bamboo forest for some reason, with long branches and luxuriant leaves, swaying in the air with the wind.

However, what Fu Jia was referring to was not the trunk of the jujube tree, but a branch swaying in the wind.

Now it was a bit windy, and the wind was a bit strong, blowing Fu Jia's hair messy in the wind, and the branches of the jujube tree that Fu Jia pointed to were dancing wildly in the wind.

It would be easy to shoot those branches on weekdays, but now...

The son of the virtuous king looked at the branch that Fu Jia was pointing at, and knew in his heart that Fu Jia had really moved his mind.

"What do you think, my son? If you are in trouble, you can ask him to suggest another method." Fu Jia looked at the son of the virtuous king, and said generously.

The son of the virtuous king clearly knew that this was Fu Jia's aggressive method, but he couldn't accept the challenge.

"Okay, it's up to you." The son of the virtuous king said,

"Then invite the son to come first." Fu Jia stretched out her hand to invite with a smile, with an expression of being fooled by the son of a virtuous king.

The son of the virtuous king was stimulated by Fu Jia to ignite his fighting spirit.

Long ago, a young servant cleverly found the arrow feathers, and he saw Prince Qin reached out and took them back, and then he swiftly set up his bow and shot the arrow.

It seems that there are some skills.

Fu Jia narrowed her eyes slightly.

This son of a virtuous king looks like a straw bag, with evil eyes and incense, he did not expect to have a few real kung fu in his hands.

Qingsuo looked at the swift action of the son of Xian Wang from the side, and couldn't help but start to worry.

Although my daughter's arrow skills are not bad, but the son of the virtuous king is not a vegetarian. Compared with the son of the virtuous king, the girl doesn't know if she can win?
And this time it was different from the flower feast, where no matter what, people were still.

Qingsuo looked up at the flying branches and couldn't help feeling dizzy.

She would get dizzy looking at it like this, so how to aim?

At this moment, the arrow of the son of the virtuous king flew out with a "swish".

Then I saw two or three broken branches flying in the air and falling neatly to the ground.

The little servant hurried forward to pick it up, so as not to be blown away by the wind.

"My son is good at swordsmanship!"

The men who followed Xian Wang Shizi began to applaud.

Being able to aim and shoot a branch in this gust of wind is not something everyone can do.

"Miss Fu, please!" Prince Xian put down his bow and arrow, looked at Fu Jia and said with a half-smile.

In a strong wind, in addition to the effect of aiming at the head, the archery must have enough strength, because the strong wind will form a resistance block.

The direction and strength of the arrow shot will be influenced by the strong wind.

The son of the virtuous king looked at Fu Jia's petite appearance, and he probably didn't have much strength in his hands.

Fu Jia also took the arrow feather from Qingsuo, and saw her stepping forward, taking a deep breath.

To be honest, she herself had never shot an arrow like this before. When she proposed this method just now, the wind was not strong, so she was relatively confident.

But now, the wind is so strong that even Fu Jia doesn't know if he can hit it.

Fu Jia looked at the branches dancing wildly in the wind, observed carefully for a moment, then aimed at one of them, and let go, the arrow flew across the sky like a shooting star.

Qingsuo and the women held their breath and stared at the arrow so closely that they didn't even feel that their palms were sweating.

Fu Jia put down the arrow and held it by her side, and then saw that the flying arrow deviated slightly.

Fu Jia felt regretful, but her strength was still a little weak.

Then, everyone saw a few crackling branches falling down, fluttering in the wind, and almost being blown away.

Qingsuo excitedly stepped forward and grabbed it in his hand.

"Girl is amazing!" Qingsuo shouted adoringly, not forgetting to raise her chin to the men beside her, and flaunted the branches in her hand.

More than that heir of your family!
The son of the virtuous king changed his slack look just now and stood up straight.

This little girl has underestimated her!

"Come again!"

The son of the virtuous king gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to take another arrow, thought for a while, drew two more arrows, and put them on the bow at once.

Qingsuo watched from the side, and muttered: "You put on some tricks, you can't hit the shot, and it's useless to take a few sticks."

The woman next to him hurriedly pulled the green lock, motioning her to look at the virtuous king's son with a black and blue face.

Don't look back, what should I do if I pissed people off and caught them directly?
The son of the virtuous king was panicked by the angry heart of a little maid, and now he was really serious, aimed carefully, and then let go, three arrows flew by in the wind, and a bunch of branches fell on the ground.

The boy stepped forward with joy on his face: "One, two, three...twelve, it's twelve!"

The boy hurriedly picked up the branches and cheered happily.

Qingsuo glared at him angrily, and also drew three arrows from the side.

"Girl, here, we won't lose to him!"

Fu Jia looked at Qingsuo dumbfounded: "How about another one?"

Another one?
Qingsuo was full of admiration, turned around and took out another one from the quiver, and gave it to Fu Jia: "Girl, here it is!"

Fu Jia...

Why is this girl so real?

She's never done that yet, all right.

Facing the little maid's adoring and excited eyes, Fu Jia silently took the arrow.

"Girl, come on!" Qingsuo stepped back, leaving enough room for Fu Jia, then nodded fiercely at Fu Jia and said.

Fu Jia glanced at the son of the virtuous king.

Prince Xian also stared at her closely, with an expression of disbelief.

Fu Jia turned her head, took a deep breath, then spread her feet slightly, stood firm, raised her bow and arrow, and aimed at the jujube tree.

It happened that the wind stopped for a moment, Fu Jia saw the opportunity, let go, and four arrows flew out.

There was a slight sound of an arrow piercing through the air, and everyone stared at the direction where the arrow flew out, and then saw the branches shaking, and the tiny branches fell off one after another.

As if picking up a treasure, Qingsuo cheered and stepped forward to pick it up, and the two women happily helped.

The Prince Xian's face darkened.

Fu Jia obviously hit more shots than he did, and it was more difficult because they were all tiny branches.

Isn't this a blatant slap in the face?

The son of the virtuous king drew four arrows again.

Fu Jia, a little girl, can use four. How can he, a big man, lose?

Behind Fu Jia and the others, Lin Nianyou and Fu Rong rubbed their numb legs, and couldn't help but said, "Why hasn't Madam Anping come here..."

On the other side, at the rockery opposite the forest, a stream of clear springs slopes down from the stone hill, echoing the bamboo forests on both sides, and the scenery is beautiful.

Behind the rockery, a man with a tall body stood tall, quietly clasped a few silver needles in his fingers, and stared intently at Fu Jia and the son of the virtuous king in the middle of the field.

However, after waiting for two rounds, the man didn't give him a chance to make a move.

(End of this chapter)