Who put the yellow robe on me?

"Who are you?" Jiang Yu asked coldly.

The man in blue said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice:

"I'm a guqin enthusiast. I heard about the Tianxiang Pavilion pot-throwing competition, where the winner will receive the guqin sheet music, so I came here to try my luck."

The expression on the face of Situ Hongyi, the head of Tianxiang Pavilion, froze instantly. He looked at the ninth prince Jiang Yu, who had a frown on his face and was not interested in the sudden contestant.

"My dear, our internal pitching pot competition is only open to people we know each other well. Please forgive me!" Situ Hongyi politely declined.

However, Jiang Chen was unwilling to let go of a potential good opportunity so easily.

Jiang Chen had been observing Jiang Yu and noticed his displeasure, which was exactly what Jiang Chen wanted.

"Master Situ, that's wrong. Since this friend loves the guqin so much, why not give him a chance?"

"Wouldn't it be more interesting if the competition was more intense?"

"Besides, I and this..." Jiang Chen turned and looked at the man in blue.

"My last name is Wei." The man in blue said calmly.

"Brother Wei and I met too late. We are not familiar with each other, but we are better than familiar with each other."

"Brother Wei is interested in a sparring match right now, and Brother Nine and I both strongly agree. Right, Brother Nine?"

Jiang Chen did not have much confidence in his pitching pot game. He felt that with one more helper, the Ninth Prince's chances of winning would be even smaller.

Jiang Yu's face darkened, and he whispered in a low and slightly threatening voice, "Sixteenth brother, don't go too far."

Jiang Chen pretended not to hear and laughed, "Haha, thank you for your generosity, Brother Nine!"

Jiang Yu was almost mentally broken by Jiang Chen, but he couldn't lose his temper and had to suppress his anger.

Seeing this, Situ Hongyi was in a dilemma and had to announce the rules of the game: "We will use the basic rules of pitching pots. Each person has ten arrows, and the winner will be determined in one round. The one who throws the most arrows wins."

Jiang Chen took the arrow and handed it to Master Wei: "Brother Wei, please."

The game officially begins!

Game start,

Prince Wei took the arrows, raised his hands and threw them. Each arrow drew a beautiful arc and hit the target silently.

The audience waited with bated breath to witness the exquisite skills.

Prince Wei hit three arrows in a row and controlled the rhythm of the game, which was amazing.

"Awesome!" The crowd erupted in low murmurs of admiration.

The whole audience was in an uproar, discussing Master Wei's skills.

In the end, Prince Wei hit seven of his ten arrows.

The ninth prince Jiang Yu took the arrow and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Every arrow he threw was full of power and determination, as if he was challenging not only the game but also his own dignity.

However, when shooting the last few arrows, Jiang Yu's hands trembled slightly, and the arrows flew away in a flash, missing the Hukou.

Of the first nine arrows, Jiang Yu hit seven.

If the last arrow hits the target, Jiang Yu will defeat Prince Wei and basically secure the victory.

After all, in Jiang Yu's eyes, his sixteenth brother was an absolute waste who could only throw blindly and could never beat him.

As a result, Jiang Yu couldn't withstand the huge psychological pressure for the last arrow, and the arrow flew out of his mouth.

Seven to seven!

Master Wei and Jiang Yu tied!

Tsk tsk, Jiang Yu’s skills are not that good either. He could only defeat the dude just now, he must have let him win.

Jiang Chen thought to himself.

I just don't know whether the reason for releasing the water was because of his good relationship with the prefect of Jingzhao, or because Jiang Yu had a close relationship with the Minister of Revenue, Lord Cao?

The crowd was talking about the extra match between Master Wei and Jiang Yu.

After all, no one would look favorably upon a sixteenth prince who only knew how to spend his time in debauchery.

Jiang Chen took the arrow feather and studied it carefully.

"Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince, can you do this?"

"Why not surrender quickly and let Master Wei and Jiang Yu have a tie-break to decide the winner!"

"Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince, this is much more difficult than listening to music!"

Ever since Jiang Chen took the arrow feather, the laughter from the rich young men in the crowd has never stopped.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, as if he couldn't hear the ridicule around him.

Jiang Chen threw the arrow with force, and it flew far away from the pot.

Things were not quite what Jiang Chen expected. He failed in the game of throwing the pot, and the gap was a bit big.

"Hahaha, Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince, this project is really not suitable for you."

"Your Highness, if we can't do this, then we should surrender. It would be more respectable."

Various ridicules towards Jiang Chen appeared in the crowd again.

……

Jiang Chen adjusted his mentality in time.

For the second arrow, Jiang Chen controlled the force, and it fell to the ground before it reached the mouth of the pot. The second arrow also missed the target.

Various jeers appeared in the crowd again.

The Ninth Prince Jiang Yu even said in triumph: "Sixteenth brother, your pitching skills are completely useless."

"I guess you still can't beat my guards."

"Hahahaha!"

Jiang Chen ignored Jiang Yu's ridicule and took out the third arrow feather.

Take a deep breath and adjust your state.

With a swish, the arrow hit the pot accurately.

Silence! Deathly silence!

You can hear the needle drop!

Before everyone could react, Jiang Chen picked up the fourth arrow and threw it out.

Swish!

The arrow feather fell into the pot again.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chen started his personal performance show, hitting the target every time.

Every arrow shot by Jiang Chen stimulated the nerves of the Ninth Prince Jiang Yu, and his expression became more and more serious.

By the ninth arrow, Jiang Chen had already shot seven arrows, tying his record with that of Prince Wei and the Ninth Prince.

This last arrow is directly related to the battle record of the three people.

Jiang Chen took the last arrow and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Take a deep breath!

Raise your hand!

Throw!

The arrow drew a graceful arc in the air and landed in the pot with a sound.

Everyone was stunned.

Jiang Yu opened his mouth in shock.

Eight to seven!

Jiang Chen wins!

Jiang Yu and Wei Gongzi lost...

There was silence again at the scene!

The whole audience could only hear Jiang Chen laughing wildly at Jiang Yu: "Hahahaha, Brother Jiu, how is it?"

Jiang Chen thought that this game of throwing pots was quite simple. Compared with the "ring tossing" in his previous life, it was nothing.

Jiang Yu's face turned pale and he said nothing.

"Ninth Prince...lost?"

"It seems so. Although the Sixteenth Prince usually seems sickly and obsessed with women, I didn't expect him to be so strong."

"Miss Liu deserves half the credit for the Sixteenth Prince's victory."

……

Situ Hongyi's eyes were full of complexity as he handed "Guangling San" to Jiang Chen.

Although Situ Hongyi really wanted the Ninth Prince to win, he had no choice but to follow the rules under the watchful eyes of the public.

Jiang Chen took the "Guangling San" and sniffed it towards Jiang Yu, mocking him, "The smell of victory! Hahahaha!"

Jiang Yu's face turned pale, and he stood up and left without saying a word.

Jiang Chen turned to look at Master Wei: "Brother Wei, if you need this Guangling San, I'll give it to you!"

Prince Wei clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Sixteenth Prince, but I will not accept any reward without merit."

"The mountains remain green, the water flows forever, we will meet again!"

After saying this, Master Wei turned and left.

"Congratulations, Sixteenth Prince!" Liu Ruyan was the only person in the audience who came to congratulate.

"The young man in blue just now was a woman." Liu Ruyan hugged Jiang Chen and whispered in Jiang Chen's ear.

"Huh?" Jiang Chen looked stunned.

Just as he was about to ask something else, he saw Liu Ruyan walk to the center of the venue and start dancing.

The dude quickly formed a circle...

For them, it is no longer important who wins the Guangling San...