The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

The rules of pitching are simple.

Each person has ten arrows. If they hit the right ear of the bronze beast pot, points will be counted. Otherwise, there will be no points. The one with more points wins.

Xue Mingyue weighed the arrows in her hand, looked at the copper beast pot far away, turned her head and glanced at Xiao Qing'er, who was determined to win, and then looked at Bai Zhenzhen, who was further away. She also looked eager to try.

This thing depends on arm strength and accuracy.

No matter which one, she didn't have it.

"start--"

As this shout rang out, the sound of arrows rang out quickly and in unison.

Xue Mingyue straightened her shoulders, raised her arms slightly, straightened her wrists, and threw all the arrows in her hands with a bang. Then she lowered her arms, and her slightly tense jaw relaxed, with a clear smile on her lips. meaning.

The high ponytail swayed over her lower back, and the ends of her hair brushed her waistline.

The black hair and crimson robe are extremely eye-catching.

Many people were in a daze, their eyes falling on her unconsciously.

Lidong immediately praised: "Madam, thank you for your hard work!"

Liu Yun stepped forward and rubbed her wrist, while Liu Xing fed her the sour plum soup that had been tasted on ice.

Seeing how fast she was, Xiao Qing'er was nervous for a moment and looked forward along her line of sight.

——There are ten in total, and half of them are not in the bronze beast pot.

Nine roots were scattered on the ground.

There is another one hanging on the left ear of Xiao Qing'er's bronze beast pot next to it.

"..." Xiao Qing'er and others who were watching were silent with their mouths slightly twitching.

"I'm laughing so hard. People these days don't know how to throw a pot. What's the use of pretending to be there if you don't know how to throw a pot? You'd think you were so awesome looking at that aloof look."

"Is this why there is such a big battle?"

Xiao Qing'er's face turned blue and she said dissatisfiedly: "Are you perfunctory with me?"

Xue Mingyue swallowed the sour plum soup in her mouth and raised her eyebrows in surprise. The old god said: "Why should I deal with you? Pot throwing is about skill, and I don't have it. Naturally, I want a quick victory."

"Miss, would you like a squeeze on your shoulders?"

"Yes, remember to use more force."

"okay."

Xiao Qinger was instantly choked and lost interest.

It was like thinking that what he was eating was a sweet and soft snack, but in the end he accidentally ate cold and hard rotten rice, and his face looked terribly ugly.

The results of the pot throwing competition came out quickly: Xiao Qinger ranked first with five pot throws, and Xue Mingyue ranked last with zero points.

Originally, everyone was supposed to be cheering, but they saw Xue Mingyue's nonchalant look, like a punch hitting cotton, so light that it couldn't hit the ground, and its power was nowhere to be used.

In the end there was only sparse applause.

Xiao Qing'er's face turned even more ugly.

Even Bai Zhenzhen, who came in second in control points, was not happy, with a look of displeasure on his face.

Xue Mingyue was at ease and didn't care about the comments of others. Anyway, when I invited her to compete, I never said she would strive for first place, not to mention that she didn't even get a chance to win. She had already participated very hard.

Can you still blame her?

Of course not.

She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Congratulations, princess, shall we proceed to the next item?"

"……Walk!"

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Xie Lang in the stands lowered his eyelashes slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The chamberlain trotted to the viewing stand, presented the results of the competition, lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, the Ninth Princess came first in the pot throwing competition, and Mrs. Dingyuan Hou scored zero points."

"My Xiaojiu is so powerful."

Concubine Shu's eyes moved, she looked at Xie Lang narrowly, and said with a smile: "It seems that your majesty's jade Ruyi is going to be given to Xiao Jiu, but Mrs. Dingyuan Marquis is acting like this, will it embarrass the little Marquis?"

There is no one among the female relatives present who can't throw the pot.

This is a big embarrassment to the Hou Mansion.

In the future, when anyone mentions Mrs. Dingyuan Hou or Xue Mingyue, they will only say that she can't even do such trivial things as throwing pots, which shows that she is a dishonest person.

The emperor tilted his head and asked, "Jinglan, what do you think?"

Xie Lang tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, glanced at Concubine Shu lightly, and said: "I should naturally earn my face by myself, and there is no need to rely on women to earn it. You can't lose the face you earn by yourself. I just hope Mingyue has a good time."

The smile on Concubine Shu's lips froze slightly.

The emperor laughed, with admiration on his face: "It's up to you to earn your own face! What the Jin Dynasty needs is people like you. I really saw you right."

"Who do you think will be the winner?"

Xie Lang raised his eyebrows, half smiling but not smiling.

Presumably, the game cannot continue and there is no winner.

...

Several people selected the horses.

Xiao Qing'er's status as a princess was there. In order to please them, the person who took care of the horses gave them the fastest horses. Xue Mingyue could only choose a docile horse in the end.

These horses are not equipped with saddles and stirrups, and their feet are hanging in the air.

If Xue Mingyue hadn't made a mistake in riding a horse in the house in advance, she would have panicked when she sat on the horse. She took a deep breath, slowly calmed down her violent heartbeat, and held the reins with her fingers.

"Cousin, if you are scared, you can admit defeat, no one will laugh at you."

Bai Zhenzhen felt proud and his eyes were full of disdain.

As the wife of the Marquis of Dingyuan, she can't even ride a horse. If this spreads out, the entire Yongji City will laugh at her.

Xue Mingyue was stroking the horse's mane soothingly.

Her horse was a little restless and kept whining and panting.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes, and looked at her with a half-smile: "You really hope that I will be laughed at?"

Bai Zhenzhen bit her lip and said, "Of course not, I just don't want to see my cousin lose so ugly and lose Brother Jinglan's face."

She sneered: "If this will embarrass him, it seems that you think that I earned Mr. Hou's face for him? It turns out that in your eyes, men have to rely on women to earn face."

"No! I didn't..."

"Don't get excited. I just said a few words casually. Look at how anxious you are."

Xue Mingyue glanced at Xiao Qing'er beside her.

Looking at Bai Zhenzhen with a smile: "It seems that you want to win the first place to earn face for the Marquis, right? Speaking of which, you are not related by blood to the Marquis, and you are not a cousin, so how do you want to give it to the Marquis? To earn face?"

After the words fell, Xiao Qing'er suddenly looked at Bai Zhenzhen with sharp eyes.

Bai Zhenzhen panicked for a moment and quickly explained: "I'm not, I didn't, I just wanted to remind her to admit defeat early!"

Xiao Qing'er looked her over, her face darkened again, and said, "You'd better be like this."

She doesn't allow anyone to compete with her for Xie Jinglan!

Bai Zhenzhen complained in her heart.

The corners of Xue Mingyue's lips curled up slightly, and she carelessly stroked the horse's mane. The rules of the galloping competition are three laps around the field, and the winner is the first to reach the finish line.

Horse racing, how tiring that is.

Soon, an order was given and the competition began!

Several figures flew out like arrows, and flew away.

Everyone stared intently at the situation in the venue, and someone said excitedly: "Number one! Number one is Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess! Her Royal Highness is indeed both civil and military!"

"...Wait, what is she doing again?"

Xue Mingyue pulled the reins and rode the horse to the sidelines, pacing slowly.

No one saw a silver needle between her fingers.

He plunged in quietly.