Is the prince abolished today?

Mu Zhao looked at Mu Yun in disbelief. .

ten feet?Twenty feet? ?

Is this former little prince crazy?

Now, the ministers who were watching the game on the viewing platform did not feel that Prince Jing was crazy, but that both of them were crazy.

"Son."

General Ma asked Mr. Wu worriedly: "Could it be that the prince can't play throwing pot at all?"

He dared to swear with the dignity of a general that throwing pots is really quite different from throwing snowballs, they are definitely not the same thing.The little prince obviously used the rules of throwing snowballs to play pot throwing.Throwing a snowball is a sense of accomplishment the farther you throw it, but the test of throwing a pot is accuracy.

Now the son and the little prince are grasshoppers on the same rope. The future of the little prince is directly related to the future of his son. good.

well.General Wu sighed tiredly.

Life, the little goblin, is really good at playing tricks on people.There are so many aristocratic children with good character and learning in the imperial capital, who is not good for his son to make friends with, why does he have to make friends with a former little prince who may be abolished at any time, so that now his colleagues look at him with eyes Like looking silly.

Mr. Wu also came today, but not to participate in the competition, but as one of the leaders of the Habayashi Army, he led the Habayashi Army to maintain order in the arena and protect the safety of the emperor and everyone.

Hearing General Wu's words, Mr. Wu smiled slightly, and said without any worries: "Father, don't worry. My son believes that His Highness must have his own plans. Your Highness is so smart and outstanding. He is not his opponent."

"Oh."

General Wu can be said to have become numb to the fact that his son worships the little prince without thinking.

General Wu said numbly and tiredly: "I hope so."

Emperor Changping, who is good at brain supplementation, is numb at all and not tired at all.He even had a little bit of complacency.

As expected of his prince, he can even come up with such a bad idea.

Isn’t it true that you respect the king’s son, you are born with the supernatural power to shoot a hundred arrows without missing a shot? Hehe, let’s move the pot for you ten feet away, so that you can’t even see where the mouth of the pot is. Look at you throwing a woolen pot.If you want to lose and lose together, no one should be more embarrassing than the other.

Alas, the brainless second child of his family, if his head is half as smart as his prince, how many walnuts should the imperial dining room save every day, how much less worry and hair loss this father should have every day.

The second prince, who was still waiting for his little head to be blessed suddenly at a certain moment, didn't feel that there was something wrong with his head, he just wanted to cry suddenly with excitement.Come, come, come, finally come!What a familiar routine, what a familiar plot!History will be re-enacted at a new time and a new location!He has been deceived, deceived, and suffered, and finally someone shares it with him!

……

Hearing the distance reported by the crown prince, the waiter in charge of moving the pot looked shocked, and the Habayashi Army next to him who was in charge of maintaining order impatiently urged: "What are you doing in a daze, didn't you hear His Highness's order?"

Although they have never played such a long-distance and exciting pot-throwing game, they firmly believe that this may be a new popular game outside the palace recently, and it has not been spread to the palace yet.Your Highness, you are always so good, even playing a game, you can stand at the forefront of the Imperial City.

The servant shivered and carried the pot to the ten-foot position.

The Habayashi Army was dissatisfied: "It's too close, at such a short distance, do you look down on our Crown Prince or someone else Jingwang Shizi? Let it be twenty feet away."

Waiter: Huh?

Really put twenty feet.

"Hahaha, let it go quickly."

"Yes Yes."

The servant could only tremble again and put the pot twenty feet away.

A member of the Habayashi army stepped forward and said: "Your Highness, son, the pot has been moved. I wish you all the best of luck."

Mu Yun nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Serving His Highness, no hard work!"

Mu Zhao: "..."

Are these Habayashi soldiers blind?Have you never played pot throwing?

"Does the prince know what is the most important thing in playing games?"

Mu Yun rolled up his snow sleeves and took out an arrow from the quiver.

Mu Zhao glanced at the pot that had been moved twenty feet away by the waiter, frowned and said, "Naturally it's strength."

Will this young prince of the former dynasty know how to throw a pot? Standing twenty feet away and throwing a pot, is he going to throw blindly with his eyes closed?However, as a proud and unyielding person, Mu Zhao couldn't directly object, because he was the one who first proposed to increase the difficulty.

The only thing he can do now is to squint his eyes hard to find where the spout is.Although it looks like there is only one black spot.

"Gu and Shizi's views are exactly the opposite."

The boy played with the arrow in his hand, and said: "In Gu's opinion, the most important thing in playing games is not strength, but luck."

After finishing speaking, the young man raised his snow sleeves and threw the arrow in his hand very casually.Those indifferent eyes, those random and loose movements, are no different from throwing a rotten egg and rotten cabbage.

The long arrow drew a soft arc in the air. It looked like it was about to fall several times, but miraculously, it bounced softly after touching the ground. This happened several times, and finally... it fell softly into the mouth of the pot .

Emperor Changping rubbed his eyes in disbelief: Huh? ?

Ministers: Huh? ? ?

Where were they and what did they see!This little prince is too fucking lucky!

"It seems that Gu is lucky today."

The young man raised the corner of his mouth, took out a second arrow from the quiver, and turned to look at Mu Zhao: "My lord, it's your turn."

Mu Zhao snorted and gritted his teeth hard.

It was luck, absolutely luck.

He has been playing throwing pot since he was five years old, from two arrows and a half to three feet, even the strongest master in King Jing's mansion is willing to bow down in front of him, if he dares to be the first in throwing pot, no one dares to be the second.Those aristocratic children who were known as the best in the imperial capital just now gave up in front of him.

He didn't believe that there was really someone in this world who could throw a pot twenty feet away.

Mu Zhao took a deep breath, took out an arrow from his quiver, narrowed his eyes, and threw it at a black spot twenty feet away.

Since it's more than luck, he doesn't believe that his luck will be worse than that of a former little prince.Because if the little prince could be called lucky, he would not have died of his father and mother, and would have become the former prince.

The long arrow dyed with blue feathers roared through the air, and was about to land on a black spot twenty feet away...

Mu Zhao raised his eyebrows, looked at Mu Yun provocatively, and showed a smug smile.

Mu Yun pointed to the distance and kindly reminded: "My lord, your arrow seems to have shot off the ear of the pot."

"The arrow of the son is indeed infinitely powerful, and I am ashamed to be alone."

Mu Zhao turned his head and looked, his expression changed drastically.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Mu Xiao laughed happily.It's so cool, it's so fucking relieved!

Affected by the second prince's excitement, the generals also laughed.Because, sure, it's a little relieved.No matter how bad the little prince is, he is also a little prince who grew up drinking the water of the Imperial Capital. Could it be that a small bus snake in Sichuan can easily bully him?

It doesn't matter whether he relies on luck or strength, whether he is three feet or twenty feet, as long as he can throw an arrow into the pot, he is a father!

Mu Zhao's face turned red instantly, as if congested with blood.

Someone next to him said in a particularly awkward way: "Gu is just luckier. Shizi's archery is obviously better than Gu's. After all, Gu has watched countless pot throwing competitions since he was a child, and he has never seen anyone who can do it. An arrow shot off the ear of the pot. It can be seen that the son is really powerful."

"Fate will not disappoint those who work hard. Maybe in the next game, good luck will patronize the prince."

After finishing speaking, the boy lightly raised his snow sleeves again, and flung an arrow lightly.

That is an angle that is impossible to cast into the pot, it is completely blind.

But that arrow seemed to be under some kind of spell, it just didn't fall, it just didn't deviate, trembling, trembling, fell into the mouth of the pot.

"Wow, Gu's luck is really great."

The young man picked up the third arrow with a smile, and said, "It's time for the prince to shoot again."

"The orphan will pray to the gods, and bless the son to have the same good luck as the orphan."

"By the way, I heard that the pot is very expensive, and it can be pawned into silver, which is enough for ordinary people to eat japonica rice for three years. If the prince can avoid shooting its ears, then don't shoot it."

Mu Zhao stared straight at Mu Yun, and after a while, Fang angrily snatched the second arrow from the waiter's hand, concentrated his energy, looked at the direction, and threw it with a wave of his arm.

"boom."

This arrow also seemed to be cursed, it was about to be thrown into the mouth of the pot, but at the critical moment, it suddenly made a sharp turn, rubbed the body of the pot, and shot the other pot Ear.

Mu Zhao:! ! !

Mu Yun sighed leisurely: "My son, it seems that I don't like the ears of this pot very much."

Seeing that Mu Zhao pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

Mu Yun shook the arrow in his hand and said, "Is the prince even more competitive?"

"Well...Gu wins two out of three rounds, even if Shizi wins the next round, he is doomed to lose to Gu."

"Oh, Gu's luck, why is it so good?"

After sighing, the young man whispered again: "However, Marquis Wei's luck is better than Gu's. The prince probably doesn't know that Marquis Wei and others start at fifty feet. Except for himself, no one else has the luck to win at all. Seeing that the son's luck is not that good, Gu advises the son, don't look for Marquis Wei in the third round."

After bullying everyone and cleaning up the weeds around Master Cheap, His Royal Highness returned to his seat happily and continued to be bored in a daze.

"Brother, Gu is too tired to stand with his sick body for so long, can you peel two more grapes for Gu?"

"The grapes peeled by elder brother are really very fragrant and sweet. After eating the grapes peeled by elder brother, eating other grapes alone will be tasteless."

Mu Jue: "..."

Mu Jue: "..."

"Brother, what kind of expression is this? Is your brother unwilling to peel grapes for Gu?"

The young man lay on the table eagerly looking at him, and frowned slightly aggrieved: "But isn't elder brother the most moral and noble? How could he have the heart to refuse such a simple wish from his weak younger brother?"

Gao Jili gave birth to goosebumps, and couldn't help looking at the eldest prince sympathetically.

A moment later.

"Look, Your Majesty, the First Prince is actually peeling grapes for His Highness the Crown Prince."

Wang Fulai pointed to the seats of the princes to rest assured, and said to Emperor Changping in disbelief.

Emperor Changping almost burst into tears, his children, they have finally grown up.

After being touched, Emperor Changping still raised his eyebrows at his younger brother who was embarrassed.

The same parents, this is the difference!

Mu Zhao went back to the table in a gloomy mood. After a long while, he squeezed his fist and ordered one of his subordinates: "Call those three people here, and tell them that my son has something important to tell them."