Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

After all, Gu Qingchen was a military general with superb martial arts and outstanding military achievements.

He was so majestic on the battlefield that his enemies were terrified. Every time he encountered danger, he could turn it into safety. His fortune was relatively good.

A unique pitching pot competition is in full swing.

Gu Qingchen said confidently:

"I am a veteran warrior after all. I only need one hand to deal with a little maid like you."

Ningxi was the first to fight. He was not afraid of him and had his own skills in pitching pots. He said respectfully:

"Master Gu, I am sorry to show my ugliness."

The distinguished guests who were watching stretched their necks and watched the competition with great interest, thinking that if Gu Qingchen lost to the maid, it would be a disgrace to Huangputang.

Song Wanyin and Xiao Jingheng sat on a high platform, sipping tea and watching the scenery. They occasionally chatted and laughed with each other, and their mood was not affected by Gu Qingchen.

Song Wanfeng and Hua Muxue waited and watched, wanting to see what tricks Gu Qingchen was planning.

Gu Qingchen subconsciously looked at Song Wanyin, and seeing that she and Xiao Jingheng seemed to be very cordial, he felt mixed emotions, so he picked up an arrow, aimed at the mouth of the pot, and threw it with force.

He had long regarded Hukou as Xiao Jingheng, and every arrow he threw seemed to be piercing his heart, to vent his anger.

All the distinguished guests present held their breath, their attention focused on the arrow, their eyes following the parabola.

With a "bang" sound!

Gu Qingchen's arrow inexplicably deviated from the mouth of the pot and flew directly to the wall next to it, hitting the ground and breaking into two pieces.

When Ningxi saw this scene, the corner of her mouth slightly raised. She slowly picked up an arrow and threw it into the pot easily.

In an instant, she won the applause and cheers of the crowd. No one would have thought that a little maid could be so good at throwing the pot. It was truly impressive.

Song Wanfeng and Hua Muxue felt relieved a little, their frowns gradually relaxed, and they nodded slightly to show their appreciation.

Song Wanyin, on the other hand, had a relaxed look on her face. She was well aware of the extraordinary abilities of these four maids and was able to bring out their specialties to the fullest every time.

Xiao Jingheng held a piece of pearl white jade cake in his hand, and was hesitant to put it into his mouth, and it was almost crushed.

Although she looked unconcerned, she was actually very upset in her heart. They had clearly already divorced, but she didn't expect Gu Qingchen to come to her house and pester her again.

It seems that we need to find a way to make him give up.

When Gu Qingchen saw Ning Xi’s arrow go in, he felt anxious. He picked up another arrow, took aim, and threw it out with force.

I just don't believe it! How can I be outdone by a little maid?

However, his arrow grazed the edge of the pot and flew onto the tree trunk on the other side.

He was soon met with boos, and many distinguished guests even mocked him, thinking that he was bringing shame to the court.

Ning Xi saw that Gu Qingchen missed the target twice in a row, so he picked up another arrow and easily threw it into the pot again.

This was immediately followed by a round of applause. The two distinct differences in treatment were like a heavy hammer that hit Gu Qingchen's heart hard.

Gu Qingchen was devastated and very angry. When he practiced pitching pots at home before, he always hit the target.

He didn't believe it at all, so he used his ultimate move. He picked up an arrow, exerted his inner strength and threw it out, shouting:

"middle!"

Sure enough, this time his arrow finally hit the pot. He became very complacent and quickly looked at Song Wanyin, waved at her, with a smug look on his face.

Song Wanyin, however, ignored him, picked up the teacup and gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, then took a sip, which tasted refreshing and fragrant.

The distinguished guests looked closely and again uttered disdainful sounds.

Ningxi said cautiously:

"Master Gu, what you threw into the pot was my servant's."

When Gu Qingchen heard this, he was stunned. He looked carefully at his pot and found that it was empty. However, there was an arrow in Ningxi's pot, and the arrow feathers were still trembling slightly.

At this moment, his self-confidence was completely destroyed. He always felt that there was something weird about this game of pitching the pot, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

The pot-tossing competition quickly decided the winner, and the next step was the drinking competition.

Youqi directly brought several jars of strong liquor, placed them on the table, and said respectfully:

"Master Gu, whoever vomits first loses."

Gu Qingchen usually boasted that he could drink a lot, and wanted to avenge his previous shame, so he sneered:

“This time, you will definitely lose.

The amount of wine in the cup is too small and it's not enjoyable enough.

Come, bring a big bowl."

Two waiters immediately brought up several large bowls, placed them neatly in front of the two men, and then retreated silently.

Gu Qingchen simply grabbed a jar of wine, poured a full bowl of it, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yuki didn't have time to stop him and said in surprise:

"Master Gu, don't drink this wine too quickly, it will easily make you drunk."

Gu Qingchen drank a big bowl of wine and opened his mouth to speak, but he instantly got drunk. His cheeks felt as if they were burning hot, he felt dizzy, and his stomach was churning.

The servant who was serving at the side had already prepared a wooden barrel. Seeing that he looked like he was about to vomit, he quickly handed the barrel to him.

As expected, the more Gu Qingchen tried to hold back from vomiting, the more uncomfortable he felt. His whole stomach was churning and he vomited non-stop with a loud "wow".

The distinguished guests took a step back, covered their mouths and noses, and sneered with disgust on their faces.

"It stinks. It's so shameless."

"You've already lost before the match? That's it? What are you bragging about?"

"The smell is so strong that it makes me feel a little drunk."

After Gu Qingchen vomited out all the wine in his stomach, he finally became much more sober, and then he had another eating contest with Jinju.

He looked at the mountain of food in front of him, including roast chicken, roast duck, braised pork, steamed sea bass and other delicious dishes. They looked delicious and fragrant.

With so much food, won’t your stomach burst?

Kumquat has already started to eat it elegantly and calmly. It is a lucky day today. Normally, he would not have the chance to eat so many delicious things.

This time I must get enough!

Gu Qingchen turned his head and glanced at Song Wanyin. Not wanting her to be extremely disappointed in him, he could only endure the discomfort in his stomach and wolfed down the food.

This maidservant eats like a pig. Is she still a woman?

Kumquat was not to be outdone. Its stomach was like a bottomless pit. It kept stuffing food into it without feeling full.

Half an incense stick of time passed, and the guests were all cheering for Kumju. Many of them were shocked to see her eat so much, saying that she could even swallow a cow.

The more Gu Qingchen ate, the more tired he felt. His stomach was so round that it felt like it was about to explode. He would rather die of starvation than admit defeat, and continued to stuff food into his mouth desperately.

Although Kumquat seemed to be moving slowly, he was actually swallowing very quickly. In a short while, he had left him far behind and had finished most of the food in front of him.

Gu Qingchen felt that the more he ate, the more disgusting he became. He felt nauseous and even thought that the food was about to come out of his throat. He frantically looked around for a wooden barrel and ran over to vomit.

Xiao Jingheng showed a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, and turned his head away to avoid being disgusted by him.

People who don't know their own limitations should be taught a lesson.

Song Wanyin winked at Mitao, who immediately understood and walked forward, not giving Gu Qingchen any chance to breathe.

"Master Gu, I dare not fight with you.

How about I challenge you to a wrestling match?"

After Gu Qingchen vomited out the excessive amount of food in his stomach, he finally felt better. He looked at the petite maid in front of him and sneered:

"I am tall and strong, and you are as small as an ant in front of me. You are obviously here to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative to attack, intending to knock Mi Tao to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw and win back the game.

Mi Tao dodged his attacks flexibly, causing him to miss repeatedly.

Gu Qingchen gradually lost his patience, like an angry lion, using almost all his strength to knock her to the ground.

After he missed again, Mi Tao seized the opportunity to hunt him. She suddenly stretched out her right leg to block his feet, put her right hand around his neck, and bounced him up with a straight arc. She then counterattacked and pinned him to the ground, making him fall flat on his face.

This action instantly caused a sensation among the guests in the courtyard, who burst into thunderous applause and admiration. No one could have imagined that a maid who looked weak in appearance was actually such a powerful female hero, which was truly awe-inspiring.