Datang: Dad, I really didn't want to rebel!

Chapter 120 The Banquet at Duke Liang’s Mansion

Chapter 154 The Banquet at Duke Liang’s Mansion

Although Li Chengqian only read two short lines of poetry, each line can be regarded as a classic handed down from generation to generation. Chu Suiliang and others thought they had great talents, but they still couldn't match this poem.

Even if you can, it's not as neat as these two sentences, so don't stand up and humiliate yourself.

One of these verses is enough to become a famous sentence through the ages. How did this guy grow up with such a small head? He has so many evil ideas. Why didn't he show it when he was the prince?
Could it be that being a prince lowered his IQ?
"Ahem, let's throw pots!"

Fang Xuanling, the host, saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he quickly stood up to warm up the scene.

"Yes, yes, it's good to throw a pot, and throwing a pot is good for your health!"

A group of people quickly echoed, because they all wanted to get out of the embarrassment just now.

Soon, the servants brought the pot and arrows for throwing pots.

Li Chengqian had only heard of pitching pots before, but because he was too busy before and had no time to play, this was the first time he had seen it.

In terms of playing, the Chinese nation is serious and caring.

Touhu has been a throwing game played during banquets in the upper class since ancient times. It first evolved from the shooting ceremony and became popular in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The pot used for the throwing pot should have a thin neck and a big belly. The neck of the pot is about seven inches high, and the belly is about five inches high. The inside is filled with small beans.

The second is the "arrow" used for throwing pots. The "arrow" is made of thin and straight Zhe tree branches, one end is pointed and the other end is flat, and the bark cannot be removed.

Now the material used for making arrows is generally Zhe wood, because the material of Zhe wood is solid and dense, and it is relatively yellow and heavy.

Zhe branches are used as arrows, and the bark is not removed. What is important is the hardness and weight of this kind of wood. This kind of arrows will be accurate and will not float when thrown.

Of course, Zhe wood also has its disadvantages, that is, there are very few completely straight branches of Zhe trees, so those who play pitching pot these days are generally literati.

As for the generals and dignitaries, they definitely don't know how to play such an elegant game. In their hands, the arrow may be played as a javelin. If they are not careful, the leisurely game will turn into a murder scene.

Before starting the pot throwing, one had to be appointed to preside over the ceremony, and Fang Xuanling naturally presided over it.

At the beginning of the ceremony, there should be a set of courteous words between the host and the guest, such as walking up to the guests with arrows in their hands and saying: "I have a few bent arrows and a set of crooked pots, and I want to dedicate them today to give you a little more fun.

The guests should be modest, praise the host enthusiastically, praise the wine and meat, and say that these are enough, don't bother, just sit down and eat, don't need to be so troublesome.

The owner said modestly: "It's just a set of curved arrows and broken pots. You're welcome, come and play for a while."

The guest waved his hand and said: "I'm eating and drinking here, and it's already troublesome for you. It's better to stop playing."

The master asked again: "Let's play, let's play, it's all ready-made, and it's not troublesome at all, please don't refuse any more."

At this time, it is difficult for the guests to refuse, so they said: "Since the hospitality is hard to refuse, I have no choice but to obey your arrangement."

As he spoke, he saluted his master respectfully and took the arrow.

Each person has four arrows, and every time he hits one arrow, he can get a "counter". After throwing all four arrows, it is called a round. Those who get more "counts" will get a "horse".

If both sides fail to make a hit in a round, it is called "losing the pot" and must be repeated.

In this way, a total of three rounds are played, and the one with the most horses wins.

After explaining the rules clearly, the pot throwing officially begins, and the musicians play music on the side. After a song, the creditors start throwing arrows one by one to the sound of drums.

At the end of a game, the one with the most wins and the one with the few loses.

The winner pours wine for the loser, and the loser drinks the wine after bowing down.

The shooter stands up for the winning side, and then starts the next round.

Everyone is an experienced person, and the rules have long been memorized, so Fang Xuanling directly skipped the messy commentary, and after placing the pot and arrows, he announced the start of the game.

Li Chengqian was the first to appear.

Maybe they wanted to get back some ground from the order of composing poems and drinking wine, so several people elected Li Chengqian as the first human race at the same time.

This made him a little embarrassed, because he was not very clear about the rules of throwing the pot. He heard that he just threw the arrow into the pot. With his strength, it should be no problem to throw it in... right?

Holding some heavy arrows in his hand, Li Chengqian stood about six or seven meters away from the pot, aimed carefully, and then threw it out forcefully.

boom!
bingo!

But not in the middle pot, but inserted into a screen behind the pot.

immediately.A hole the size of a middle finger appeared on the screen.

Meaningless, the lethality of this arrow is quite high, and the effect is very significant.

…Xu Jingzong, who was standing by the screen, was a little panicked. He is only in his 50s, and he hasn't lived long enough.

"Your Highness, stop! Wait for the officials to stay away."

Xu Jingzong touched the cold sweat on his forehead, then quickly moved a few steps to the side.

Only then did Li Chengqian throw out the second one.

hiss!
Still got it this time, but...

Gollum!

Xu Jingzong's lips trembled slightly, his eyeballs rolled up, looking at the arrow stuck in his bun, his face was extremely pale.

"Why don't you..."

With a livid face, Chu Suiliang offered to end this dangerous game.

I can't play anymore, if I continue to play, the happy banquet will definitely become a murder scene.

Li Chengqian's deterrence was still quite strong. With Chu Suiliang's proposal, Xu Jingzong, who was most touched, was the first to agree...

Li Chengqian sat back on the chair and touched his nose with his right hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

He has the strength of Zhao Zilong's first level, so his strength is a bit strong, and when he throws arrows, it is inevitable that he will not be able to control the strength and direction.

After the game ended, several people started staring at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

At this time, Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I have something to do, I wonder if His Highness can agree?"

Li Chengqian looked at him in surprise, "Uncle Fang, please tell me something."

Fang Xuanling smiled, and said in a startling way: "The official wants to accept His Highness as a student, I wonder if His Highness agrees?"

"what?"

Not only Li Chengqian, but even Chu Suiliang and the others changed their expressions.

Who is Fang Xuanling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, with a high position and authority, in terms of prestige, he is definitely one of the best.

And Li Chengqian is the prince, and he has made a lot of contributions recently, and he is in the limelight.

Now that Fang Xuanling suddenly proposed to accept Li Chengqian as a student, if it got out, it might cause suspicion.

A courtier and a vassal, the relationship between the two is too good, it is definitely not a good thing.

Li Chengqian stared at him blankly, "Uncle Fang, this...why?"

Fang Xuanling's smile did not change, "Speaking of which, this old man is also a whim, and he loves talents. If His Highness disagrees, then forget it."

Li Chengqian thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Fang, Chengqian naturally cannot ask for it, but..."

He closed his mouth when he said this, but everyone present understood what he wanted to say.

Fang Xuanling said in a friendly manner: "From ancient times to the present, there is only a teacher-student relationship between teachers and students, and there is no private relationship. Your Highness does not need to care too much."

Hearing this, Li Chengqian nodded heavily, then stood up, bowed his hands to Fang Xuanling and said, "Student Li Chengqian, pay homage to teacher!"

(End of this chapter)