Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

The arrow was thrown out by Meng Qingjiao, drawing a stiff arc in the air and flying directly over the Hukou.

Missed.

Although she didn't look to the side, she could already feel the burning gaze falling on her.

She glanced at the Fifth Prince and saw that his brows seemed to furrow for a moment. She panicked and felt as if her heart was being roasted by fire.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, all of which were about the disappointing look from the Fifth Prince that she had not received, and the increasingly distant throne of Queen.

Meng Qingjiao gritted her teeth and threw the second arrow.

"Leaning on the pole, it's a pity." Someone said.

Meng Tingyue watched Meng Qingjiao's condition from beginning to end, and when he saw the arrow that was not fully inserted, he shook his head slightly.

There are still two arrows left. Meng Qingjiao will either lose her reputation as the champion of the throwing pot or make a fool of herself in public.

Even if the remaining two arrows hit the target, her previous good reputation would be attributed to good luck rather than strength.

Seeing Meng Qingjiao's body swaying slightly, Meng Tingyue, who was closest to her, stepped forward and casually helped her.

"Sister, your pitching pot performance today doesn't seem to be going well. Are you feeling unwell? If so, you can ask the Fifth Prince's accompanying imperial physician to examine you."

Meng Tingyue glanced sideways, meeting Meng Qingjiao's furious gaze that threatened to spit out anger, and heard the latter's gritted teeth reply, "I'm fine."

Meng Tingyue then put away her worried look, "I see that my sister doesn't seem to be in good condition. Why don't I go first and let my sister rest for a while."

Meng Qingjiao looked at Meng Tingyue with emotion, and was helped to the side by the maid to rest.

Meng Tingyue took the arrow handed to her by the maid, turned it around on her fingertips, and then began to aim at the mouth of the pot.

This alone attracted the attention of the people around her, as if they didn't expect she would really do it.

"Your Highness, the Fifth Prince and his companions are just ahead." The attendant respectfully pointed the way.

Shen Yunheng turned the corner of the corridor and saw a group of people gathered by the lotus lake. A person standing in the empty space among the crowd attracted his attention.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?" the attendant called softly.

Ling Xiao winked at the person, "You go down first."

After the attendant left, Shen Yunheng stood in the corridor and watched the girl throw the arrow in her hand.

The first arrow just missed.

Meng Tingyue hasn't found her touch yet.

The second arrow shoots the rod.

The third arrow hit.

The fourth arrow also hit.

"It seems Miss Meng has learned this technique before?" someone asked.

Meng Tingyue raised her lips and smiled, "I played it as a child, but it's been a while since I last played it and it's become rusty."

Everyone was a little surprised. He hadn't played for several years, but he was still able to hit the target twice. It was really a natural talent. If it were them, they might not be able to hit one out of four arrows.

"My sister-in-law is amazing, just as amazing as my elder brother." Prince Qiao flattered her skillfully, but with some sincerity.

Tou Hu seems simple, but it is actually difficult. Miss Meng has been staying at home to recuperate for a long time, so she certainly would not make a special trip to practice, and there is no need for her to lie about it.

Meng Tingyue smiled faintly but said nothing. Instead, she came to Meng Qingjiao and smiled warmly and brightly, "I didn't embarrass my sister, did I?"

At this moment, Meng Qingjiao wished she could eat Meng Tingyue alive, and also wished she could take back the words that she had said praising Meng Tingyue for her kindness.

Meng Tingyue was hit by two arrows. If she was worse than Meng Tingyue, people in the capital would not know how to frame her tomorrow.

"Sister, you are so awesome." Meng Qingjiao replied with gritted teeth and a smile.

Meng Tingyue said modestly: "No, no, it's not even one ten-thousandth of my score. Now that I've had a good rest, I'm sure I can make the shot."

She did it on purpose.

Controlling the number of successful shots is to force Meng Qingjiao to play, even if it is a tie, so that her reputation as a talented woman will not be damaged.

She just wanted Meng Qingjiao to embarrass herself in front of the Fifth Prince.

Didn't the Fifth Prince think Meng Qingjiao was a bright moon in the sky, a talented woman who emerged from the mud without being stained? Didn't he hate her for planning the marriage swap and preventing them from finally getting married?

She wanted to tear apart the image of a talented woman that Meng Qingjiao had created bit by bit. She wanted to see how sincere the Fifth Prince was.

Meng Qingjiao controlled her breathing, fearing that her clothes would tear if she took a deep breath.

The palm of her hand holding the arrow was slightly sweaty, and she couldn't help but look at the Fifth Prince, but she found that the Fifth Prince was not looking at her.

She looked back and found that the Fifth Prince was looking at Meng Tingyue. She exerted force with her hands, and her fingertips dug into the flesh, causing a dull pain. Anger swept through her heart like a hurricane, overwhelming the pain in her hands.

Her eyes were heavy as she looked at the mouth of the pot and threw it hard.

thump—

tear--

Two voices sounded one after another.

Everyone's attention was more focused on the arrow thrown into the pot.

Only Meng Qingjiao covered her left waist in panic.

She moved so violently that the clothes on the right side of her waist also broke.

The sound of inhalation came one after another, and the Fifth Prince withdrew his gaze from the dark figure standing in the distance. Seeing the faint blush and whiteness revealed in the delicate powder, his eyes trembled.

"Jiao, Jiao——"

The fifth prince's pale face turned even paler, and his eyes were filled with Meng Qingjiao's panic.

He suddenly couldn't breathe, his hands tightly clutching his chest. He could hear Meng Qingjiao's panicked screams in his ears, and his eyes were filled with dizziness and darkness.

Finally, the fifth prince covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell heavily backwards.

There was a panic on the field.

Meng Qingjiao is the future consort of the fifth prince. All the male relatives present are outsiders and cannot take off their outer robes to give to Meng Qingjiao. They can only look away in horror.

The fifth prince was in a coma at the time, and both sides were in a state of panic.

In the end, someone from Hefengxuan brought a clean blanket and covered her with it. Meng Qingjiao fainted from shame.

The fifth prince was also carried down by his attendants to see the imperial physician.

The originally lively and harmonious scene was suddenly shattered.

Meng Tingyue didn't expect that Meng Qingjiao would choose to protect the ridiculous reputation of a talented woman and instead throw her own reputation behind her.

It was within her expectation that the Fifth Prince would faint from anger. After all, the Fifth Prince was like a porcelain doll that broke at the slightest touch, the more broken it was, the more sticky it became.

She was extremely conflicted. She wished the Fifth Prince would die so that he could pay for her life in her previous life, but she didn't want him to die so easily.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly.

A steady and gentle sound of footsteps came from the side.

The footsteps gradually stopped and were followed by a low, deep voice, "Are you satisfied with this mess?"