Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

"So that's it. Then I really blamed Miss Murong wrongly. I just don't know which pastry store in Beijing I need to buy all morning?"

"Of course it's Zhai Ji's pastries, they are hard to buy and expensive."

"Yes, Xue'er also always likes to eat Zhai Ji's pastries. Every time she just says the name of Shen Shangshufu, it will be much faster. What? Doesn't the name of Queen Empress not work?"

"Of course it works, I just forgot to say it for a moment."

"Oh, Miss Murong is so patient," Shen Lingfei was obviously mocking.

But Murong Yao seemed to have not heard it and said gratefully: "Thank you for your compliment, sir."

"You're welcome, you deserve it."

"Okay, okay, we can't just keep talking like this. Now that Ayao is here, we can play something else."

"It all depends on the Queen," everyone responded in unison.

So the most common performance at every banquet appeared, bamboo throwing.

Qingyun looked at the bamboo tube placed in the center of the field and was not ready to play. She now wants to survive until the end. But Meng Xiaoxiao did not agree with her doing this.

"The rules for me are that one person has five chances. Those who win five times can ask questions or challenges to those who fail five times. Questions must be answered truthfully, and challenges must be completed seriously."

After Yan Yusen finished explaining, he sat back down. She came to see a show, not to act.

Meng Xiaoxiao raised her hand, "Zixuan, please give me a demonstration first."

Meng Zixuan felt blessed and walked to the stage. He reached for a bamboo arrow. The sharp front part of the arrow has been cut off.

Meng Zixuan's body leaned forward slightly, the first arrow hit, and everyone cheered. The second arrow also hit, and she hit all the next few arrows without missing a single one. Everyone cheered continuously.

She also successfully attracted the attention of all the young masters, who cast complimentary glances at her.

It’s just that she knows that she is here to serve as a foil today, and so far, that’s about it. So the last arrow, she deliberately deflected and missed.

The crowd sighed with regret, and Meng Zixuan bowed to Meng Xiaoxiao, "My niece is not very skilled, so this is all she can do."

"That's all. Come, come to my aunt."

Meng Xiaoxiao was very satisfied with Meng Zixuan's performance. Compared with Meng Zirou, Meng Zixuan is smarter, knows who to listen to and what to do.

Meng Zixuan sat back. Next, a young master, a man and a woman, takes over.

"Eighth Prince, the Tenth Prince has arrived." The eunuch's voice diverted everyone's attention.

Yan Muen and Yan Jingcheng came together and raised their hands to Meng Xiaoxiao, "I have seen my mother, and my mother is in good health."

"Get up quickly, why did you think of coming to this palace?".

Yan Jingcheng: "When I heard that my mother held a spring banquet in the imperial garden, I came over to join in the fun. I happened to meet my tenth brother who was about to leave the palace on the way, so I dragged him along."

"Okay, okay, you came at the right time, it's very lively now."

Meng Xiaoxiao was very happy that Yan Jingcheng could come. She didn't want him to come originally, so she didn't tell him. I didn't expect him to come on his own, so that's okay.

Yan Jingcheng's eyes were attracted to Murong Yao from the moment he came in. Standing next to Meng Xiaoxiao, her eyes never left Murong Yao, her eyes were full of amazement.

Meng Xiaoxiao glanced at him, which was why she didn't want him to come. But it's too late now.

Originally, many noble ladies were not interested in this matter. They had played it too many times and there was nothing new about it anymore.

But as soon as Yan Muen and Yan Jingcheng arrived, their fighting spirit was ignited. Not to get any reward, just to catch the eyes of either of the two. That will be the next Murong Yao.

Seeing that the noble lady's interest was aroused, Meng Xiaoxiao gave the palace maid a look.

The palace maid changed a bamboo tube, which was much smaller than the original one. It took a lot of skill to throw the four bamboo arrows into it. The fifth branch is basically impossible.

Meng Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and asked, "Who's coming next?".

Meng Zihan volunteered, "I'll do it, I'll do it," but in the end he only made two shots and went back with a grimace.

Meng Xiaoxiao looked at Yuan Jinchuan and said, "Master Yuan, come and try."

I had rejected Meng Xiaoxiao too many times, so it would be a bit bad to refuse again this time, so I had no choice but to agree. However, his record is only one more than Meng Zihan's.

"Miss Mo, come and give it a try. Maybe you haven't played before, right?" Yan Yusen was mocking Mo Jingchun's identity.

However, Mo Jingchun didn't care and stepped forward calmly. Throw in three. When each one went in, Qingyun clapped so hard that her palms hurt from the clapping.

Murong Yao seemed to like this project very much. She was excited to see it and felt a little eager to try it.

Qingyun didn't want to pay attention to her, and even wanted to ignore her. But his eyes would still look at her involuntarily.

Look at her face that is full of health and vitality. She was thinking that if Li Wenyao hadn't been sick, she wouldn't have had the chance to pursue Yan Siyuan.

Maybe when she first met Yan Siyuan, he was already married.

Qingyun was thinking wildly, and Lin Ruochu patted her gently behind her back to signal her to come back to her senses.

Now it was Lu Xing's turn to resign, and he was pulled up by Yan Yusen.

Mo Jingchun was very confident that he won three of them, otherwise he would have been laughed at by Yan Yusen.

Because Yuan Jinchuan was there, she didn't dare to laugh at someone who made three shots.

Lu Xingci controlled the quantity, and he accurately controlled it to three. The same amount as Mo Jingchun. After voting, Mo Jingchun, who was still acting cool, raised his eyebrows, causing other noble ladies to exclaim.

Qingyun bumped Mo Jingchun with her shoulder, "Cousin, you must be optimistic about Lu Xingci, many people are thinking about him."

Mo Jingchun smiled and said, "He won't."

Qing Yun felt sour and clicked his tongue twice, deciding to ignore Mo Jingchun for a while. Hugging Lin Ruochu's arm, seeking comfort.

Murong Yao finally made it, and after every shot he made, he was greeted with applause from the crowd. Of course, many of them were men, and some even stood up excitedly.

The woman just clapped her hands perfunctorily. The look he looked at Murong Yao became even more unfriendly.

Surprisingly, Murong Yao won four, which was the most so far. She was also regretful that she missed the last one and was a little unhappy.

"Miss Murong, don't be discouraged, you are already very powerful."

"Yes, yes, you are the one with the most now."

"Yes, yes, even men don't vote as much as you."

............

Seeing that Murong Yao was unhappy, many young masters began to comfort her.

She smiled at the speaker and said, "Thank you for your comfort, gentlemen. Ayao is fine."

Those young men were so obsessed that they couldn't even speak. Yan Jingcheng glanced at those people and walked to the stage.

"Just watching them cast, your Highness feels itchy. I would like to see how difficult it is."

Before Meng Xiaoxiao could stop him, Yan Jingcheng had already started to vote.

After four shots were made, there was no room left for another shot. He frowned and did not enter the last one. This time it was the ladies who comforted Yan Jingcheng.