Rebirth, guarding the mute at the tip of my heart

The Lu family master saw Jiang Xin's expression and knew what he was thinking. He spread his hands and said helplessly, "There are so many of us participating in the competition today. If we follow the traditional rules of pitching pots, we may not be able to finish the competition until dark. This is already the most time-saving way to compete.

Furthermore, we can interfere with the prince, and the prince and Mr. Jiang can also interfere with us in return.

Moreover, I believe that most people today are very interested in the set of colorful glass lamps that the Wei Mansion brought out. I believe that there won't be many people who would cause themselves to fail in the competition just to disturb others, right?"

Of course, if the intention of cooperation is reached in advance, that is another matter.

Anyway, there are six colorful glass lamps. If they join forces, they can each get one if they win.

Thinking of this, the mean Mr. Lu opened his fan and fanned himself, pretending to be cool and casual: "Your Highness is a young hero who never misses a shot. Could it be that Brother Jiang has no confidence in His Highness and thinks that His Highness can't even overcome such a small obstacle?"

Jiang Xin: “…”

He wanted to say that it was possible for you to unite and divide the prize, that seven to three was really unfair, that...

But he couldn't say anything. When he was anxious to write down his protest, Mr. Lu started to talk nonsense again. What he wrote couldn't keep up with what he said. It was really infuriating!

Before Jiang Xin could get anxious to continue the debate, Xie Ze firmly grasped his wrist, then looked at the few playboys opposite him and said indifferently: "It is indeed a bit interesting, but not challenging enough."

Without waiting for anyone to react, Xie Ze quickly added, "Why not set the pitching distance a little further? How about eighteen feet? This way, each team will have more room to maneuver when competing, right?"

Everyone: “…” Are you kidding?

In traditional pot-tossing, sometimes in order to set the difficulty, nine feet is already the maximum distance. Eighteen feet, not to mention the accuracy, even if they try their best, they can't throw it that far!

This is throwing! Throwing! Throwing! Does this lunatic think he is competing in archery? !

Jiang Xin, who had never played the game of pitching pots, naturally supported his prince unconditionally and nodded in agreement. His prince was right. If the other side proposed a restriction, his prince should also propose a restriction. This would be fair.

Everyone: “…” It turns out that only crazy people would play with crazy people.

"My brother, you are joking." The fourth prince had been frustrated for a while. Seeing that he finally had a chance to show his skills, he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "If the distance is set to eighteen feet, I am afraid that except my brother, no one here can put the pot into the pot."

These were just polite remarks. In fact, they didn't believe at all that Xie Ze could throw the ball such a long distance. Did he really think that throwing the ball into a pot was easy?

At this point, the Fourth Prince paused. Seeing Xie Ze's difficult attitude, he had to take a step back and said, "How about setting it to thirteen feet? This way, it will be a little difficult for the young masters who often play pitching pots, but it won't be hopeless. What do you think, brother?"

"Whatever you want." Xie Ze seemed to have suddenly lost interest and said with a dull look.

The Fourth Prince: "..."

The Fourth Prince, who had no idea what his crazy cousin was thinking, could only smile awkwardly and nodded to the eldest son of the Wei family, meaning that he should arrange the venue according to the additional rules.

Naturally, the two brothers of the Wei family did not dare to offend Xie Ze, and they quickly sent their servants to prepare the venue and divided them into groups.

The forty participants were divided into four groups.

There were ten pitching pots placed on the opposite side, each numbered in sequence, and each team member took his own number.

Jiang Xin had bad luck and was not assigned to the seat next to Xie Ze. On the other hand, Jiang Liangcai's luck was not sure whether it was good or bad, as he was assigned to the seat next to Xie Ze.

Because they couldn't exchange numbers, Jiang Xin had to look at Jiang Liangcai seriously, signaling him with a fierce look to help His Highness cover up and watch out for other competitors' mischief.

Jiang Liangcai, who was innocently involved in the storm: “…” It seems that he is getting further and further away from being in the limelight. Does he still have a chance?

Compared to the nervous Jiang Xin and the depressed Jiang Liangcai, Xie Ze was quite calm. He even had time to whisper to his little reading partner: "Do you like that glass lamp?"

Jiang Xin nodded subconsciously, then shook his head quickly, trying to express his meaning with sign language: [I'm just curious, I wonder what material this cup is made of to be so transparent.]

He didn't have any particular preference for shiny things, but because he liked carving, he was quite sensitive to materials and was curious about objects he had never seen before.

Xie Ze lowered his head and said gently, "I'll tell you when your Highness wins the prize for you."

Jiang Xin's eyes suddenly lit up: [Your Highness, do you know how this cup is made? ]

"Ah."

Around this time in the previous life, the Wei Mansion launched this magical colored glass cup. This glittering and colorful vessel was once sold at a sky-high price in the capital!

Wei Daxueshi was already extremely powerful in the court, and he made a fortune from this glassware.

The Fourth Prince's clan took advantage of this opportunity to recruit soldiers and became more and more arrogant in the court. In order to fight back, the Queen's party found the overseas merchants detained by the Fourth Prince, and after obtaining the method of refining colored glaze, they started a fight with the Fourth Prince's party, causing chaos in the capital.

Later, somehow, the method of refining colored glass was completely leaked, and the price war between the two parties ended abruptly.

It was also because of this that Xie Ze learned the method of refining colored glaze.

When Jiang Xin heard that his Highness knew, his eyes lit up even more, and he quickly continued to use sign language to indicate: [Then just wait for His Highness to tell me, it doesn’t matter whether the bet wins or not. ]

Xie Ze chuckled: "But Your Highness wants to win the prize back and give it to Your Highness's little companion."

"..." Jiang Xin felt a little strange. He didn't know why, but sometimes the words his prince said made him blush and his heart beat fast. Something was wrong.

*

As the distance of pitching pot increased, Xie Ze's plan, which originally wanted one person to concentrate on pitching pot and not let others interfere with him, had to be readjusted.

After all, the distance was thirteen feet, and these playboys had never experienced such an exciting game before. No one had the confidence to guarantee that he could hit the ball, so everyone had to focus on the pot in front of them.

Only those who think that their pitching skills are just mediocre would give up completely and focus on Xie Ze's movements, ready to sabotage him.

However, the result of wanting to sabotage is——

Xie Ze's four arrows fell steadily into the pot.

The rest were wiped out.

Everyone: "..."