Fostering apprentices

It can be seen that the young man's temper is a little impatient, and he has long lost patience after failing to make shots several times. Seeing his anxious appearance, Yan Nan thought it was funny. Suddenly, someone behind him gave him a push. Following his body, he rushed in the direction of the boy.

The boy was about to start a new round of throwing pots, and he had already started his posture, but he was caught by a sudden person so that he didn't even touch the pot this time. The arrows in the boy's hands had been used up, and it was gone for the last time. At that opportunity, he stared at the person in front of him who suddenly appeared to spoil his good deeds: "Who are you?"

Yan Nan knew that this incident was also his own fault. Before he went to find the person who pushed him, the young man walked towards him. He was followed by a man who was also dressed in brocade clothes. He knew this person. Qi's emperor Yan Zheng.

"Second Young Master Yan?" The man seemed to recognize him, and his eyes flashed with surprise. His eyes are not very friendly.

"Do you know him?" The young man asked the people around him, a little displeasure flashed in his eyes, he directly grabbed Yan Zheng's sleeve, as if he was declaring his sovereignty.

Yan Zheng glanced at Yan Nan, without revealing his identity: "The son of a friend, I know him but not familiar with him." After hearing this sentence, Hu Juvenile became less vigilant towards him, and he leaned down and whispered in Yan Zheng's ear. Said: "Brother Yan, I want to play throwing pots again."

"Why can't you throw it correctly every time?" Yan Zheng looked at him with teasing eyes.

The young man turned his head and snorted coldly, as if thinking of something again, he pointed at Yan Nan and said, "I want to compete with you, if you lose, give me all the things in your hands."

Yan Nan raised his eyebrows: "Then what if I win?"

The young man looked at the person in front of him who was about the same age as him, and he didn't look like a person who lacked anything. He coughed a few times: "If you win, you can make any conditions."

"I have everything in Jiangbei, and I will do what I say." He patted his chest and said solemnly.

Yan Nan didn't intend to participate in this meaningless competition at the beginning. When he heard the name Jiang Bei, all the information about him immediately appeared in his mind. It turned out that he was the heir of Xichu. No wonder even Yan Zheng had to fight He conceded three points.

He rubbed his chin and looked at Jiang Bei's appearance. He looked good, and his small body was okay. After all, his background was there, and his temperament was not that bad.

Jiang Bei was a little numb from his stare, and a bad feeling suddenly developed in his heart, but since his own Haikou had already boasted, he had to go up.

"You... are you better than yourself?"

"I can give it a try." Yan Nan said expressionlessly, he made a gesture of invitation, signaling Jiang Bei to come first, but in Jiang Bei's eyes, he was just afraid, so he took the arrow and felt a lot of confidence in his heart .

There are more and more people watching around, and many of them are watching the show, especially on such a lively day, when people, fish and dragons are mixed on the East Street, the crowd is crowded and the crowd is tight.

Jiang Bei took the arrow, estimated the distance, and threw it towards the mouth of the pot, only to hear a crisp "touch", the arrow didn't go into the pot, and passed by perfectly.There was a sigh from the crowd, and he blushed in embarrassment: "This time doesn't count, I haven't started any activities yet."

Yan Nan: "..." He stared at the heir of Xichu who was playing tricks, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a nice curve.

When it came to the second arrow, Jiang Bei held it for a long time without throwing it out. He walked around looking for the best position, and his palms were soaked in sweat. If he really missed the shot today, he would be ashamed. .

The Haikou that I boasted, I have to finish it even when I cry.

He slowly raised his hand and aimed at the mouth of the pot. Just as he was about to cast, he held his hand with one hand. Jiang Bei was startled, and looked up at the person in front of him in a daze: "You... ..." seemed a bit surprised, but more of a surprise.

Yan Zheng put his arms around his waist, a full head taller than Jiang Bei. He held his hand tightly and rested his chin on his shoulder, in an indescribably ambiguous posture.

"What are you looking at, focus on it."

Jiang Bei looked away in embarrassment, the hands being held were burning hot, and even his heart was pounding, very fast.

After the long arrow missed the target many times, it finally entered the mouth of the pot. Jiang Bei watched in shock as the arrow fell steadily into the belly of the pot, but he was in a mess just now and didn't use any force at all.

Yan Zheng looked at his blushing appearance, the corners of his mouth curled into a nice arc, and led him to the side, signaling Yan Nan to start.

"Second Young Master, would you like to give it a try?"

Yan Nan looked at them, smiled and shook his head, and stretched out his hand to pull out a long arrow from the stall owner's arms. He lowered his head and looked at the material of the long arrow. It was just ordinary bamboo, covered with bamboo. A coat of paint.

Then, he took a hair band from his head and tied it over his eyes.

"You want to cast blindfolded?" There was a burst of shock from the crowd, and even Jiang Bei was stunned.

What is this person's background?Blindfolded?

Yan Nan didn't speak, just took another arrow, put the two arrows together, with a beautiful arc on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and threw it towards the mouth of the pot.

As if he had the winning ticket in his hands, he blindfolded and threw two arrows at once. When he took off the blindfold, he looked at the two arrows in the pot, and a hint of teasing flashed across his cold eyes: "I'm done trying."

What he means is that you can fulfill your promise.

From this point of view, although both of them made the shot, Jiangbei hired help after all, while Yan Nan was able to make the shot blindfolded.

Jiang Bei widened his eyes, looked at the scene in front of him, and subconsciously asked, "How did you do it?"

"Everyone in my family says I'm a genius." Yan Nan said without blushing.

He glanced at Jiang Bei, leaned over, and leaned into his ear, not knowing what he was talking about. After he finished speaking, Jiang Bei's face turned red and then turned white, while Yan Nan smiled brightly.

Yan Zheng looked at the two of them, and his eyes fell on Yan Nan's body a little more seriously: "Shouldn't the Second Young Master be in the palace today? Why did he run out?"

"Aren't I watching Jiang Shizi fulfill his promise now?" He looked at Jiang Bei beside him with a half-smile, and the topic that Yan Zheng had thrown at him was immediately drawn to Jiang Bei.

This man seemed to be an old fox who had practiced for thousands of years. He was already sure of winning the game from Jiang Bei's words, and a fox really wouldn't do things he was not sure about.

If this person grows up, he will really surprise those people.

Yan Nan pushed Jiang Bei's arm: "Brother, let's start, don't dawdle, let's be willing to admit defeat."

"Impressive son of Western Chu, is it possible that you want to break your promise?"

Jiang Bei raised his head sharply, and he could see two suspicious blushes on his face. He yelled at Yan Nan, "Who said this son will break his promise?"

"It's just, your condition... your condition..." How can such a condition be achieved, he is the only heir of the palace after all, how can...how can...he lowered his head slowly, and glanced quietly at the side Yan Zheng.

"Except for this condition, this son will promise you casually."

Yan Nan approached him and said in a low voice, "But I just like to see people wearing women's clothing."

"You're messing around."

Let him wear women's clothing on the street, and even go to banquets. If his father finds out, he will definitely peel off his skin and throw it out.

He can't make fun of his life.

Jiang Bei said in a low voice, pulled La Yannan's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Just treat you as a friend. This condition is fine. I promise you three other conditions. If you come to Xichu in the future, I will definitely take good care of you. .”

"Okay, the prince has agreed to the next three conditions." Yan Nan's eyes remained playful, as if he was shaking the folding fan in his hand, on which there was a large word: Jing.

Yan Zheng sighed helplessly, and pulled his child back. If he was letting the child stay with the little fox from the Yan family, let alone the three promises, even Jiangbei's wealth would be stolen. And it will help the little fox withdraw money.

Yan Nan smiled, walked out of the crowd with the things he bought, and just as he went out, he heard a violent voice from inside: "Yan Nan, how dare you lie to me!"

Exchanged his three promises with a condition of women's clothing, it really tempted him step by step to jump into the fire pit.

On the soft couch, Jiang Bei, who was hugging the wine jar, covered his eyes and sneered, "Tell me, why didn't I think that you, a fox, would calculate so much?"

"If I still have a choice, I'd rather wear women's clothes and make my father mad at me than promise you three promises."

Yan Nan sat on the other side, the tea in front of him hadn't been finished yet, he just watched the peaceful tea surface quietly, without replying.

Jiang Bei sat up from the soft couch, and rubbed against him again: "Tell me what your second promise is. Now the old prince is about to die, and this son is about to be the master of the house."

"Finish it as soon as possible, and I can get out of the clutches of you, an old fox, and don't be sold and pay for it." You know, Yan Nan's first promise was to use the information of Xichujiang's family to restrict Dongyue. In the second battle, Yan Nan gradually broke through the line of defense only after finding Dongyue's fatal weakness.

After many years, this second promise has not been made, and there is a third one.

"Find someone for me."

"Who?"

He slowly raised his head, and took out a blueprint in his sleeve, which was exactly the jade pendant he saw on Changyue at the inn that day, and on the other side was the mask that Changyue had been wearing all along .

Jiang Bei took the blueprint abruptly, with some surprise in his eyes: "Who did you see this pattern on?"