After wearing a book, I married a disabled villain

Rongle had never played these ancient games before, and had been popularized by Wan Chengzheng before, but he only knew a little bit about it.

He originally thought that the so-called "poetry meeting" was for everyone to gather together to enjoy the scenery and write poems, and he even hesitated in his heart. If he was really asked to write a poem, would he bluntly say that he didn't know how to do it, or would he copy one and memorize it? The poems should be adapted to the occasion.

However, what he didn't expect was that the Poetry Club was just a name for Wan Chengdai to organize a party, but in fact it was a fun party for playboys.

Not to mention writing poems, in the entire warm pavilion, he didn't see such things as pens, inks, papers and inkstones. There were all kinds of chess and cards on the table, and all kinds of playing utensils scattered around.

Rong Le didn't want to hang out with them, he just wanted to be a little transparent, and return home after the poetry meeting was over, but who told him to confront Lin Gaoxuan as soon as he came.

The phrase "right minister" directly offended the right minister's grandson to death.

Even if Wan Chengdai wants to suppress the matter, it depends on whether the other party will give him a chance, not to mention that the former doesn't want to stand up for Rong Le.

Wan Chengdai's little calculation in his heart is sophisticated, he stands up now, defends Rong Le's gun for no reason, and may offend Lin Gaoxuan, the gain outweighs the loss.

It's better to wait until Lin Gaozheng teaches Rongle a lesson first, and after he's done venting his anger, he goes up to comfort Rongle. Everyone says that it's easy to add flowers to the cake, but it's hard to give charcoal in the snow. If you feel happy, why not do it?

Rong Leke didn't know about the twists and turns in Wan Chengdai's heart, and he never put his hopes on Wan Chengdai.He is very self-aware, since he made it clear with Wan Chengzheng, he took the initiative to stamp himself with the stamp of Prince Duan.

To him, Wan Chengdai is an enemy and an opponent, and the better the other party treats him, the more vigilant he must be.

Originally, after he offended Lin Gaozheng, he would no longer be accepted by this small circle. He was happy to be at the side as a background board, but seeing him at ease, Lin Gaozheng was upset.

Lin Gaozheng winked at the people around him, and someone went to provoke him, "Why doesn't Mr. Rong come and play together? Could it be that he looks down on us?"

Rong Le's remarks about "there is a Buddha in my heart" let them know that this person is not easy to deal with, so no one dares to tease him anymore, calling him "Shi Zifei", who knows that he can come back again What words?

Not only can't insult the other party, but it makes people feel fishy.

Rong Le really wanted to nod and admit that he really looked down on these people, but he knew he couldn't do that, so he could only cheer up and tell them: "Rong has never played these games, if he joins them, I'm afraid You can’t let everyone have fun.”

Another person said: "Hey, just for fun, after all, you belong to the Second Young Master...Brother, we are invited by the Second Young Master, so we can't leave you aside."

The words were nice, but Rongle could clearly see the ill intentions on the other party's face.

At first someone proposed to play Fei Hua Ling, but unfortunately, these dandies were ignorant, had no ink in their stomachs, and couldn't connect a few sentences at all, so they gave up and changed to other games.

When Rong Le was brought over, they were throwing pots.

Lin Gaozheng was holding an arrowless arrow in his hand, with bright pheasant feathers at the end of the arrow. At this time, he was looking at Rong Le with an arrogant face, "Speaking of it, Mr. Rong can be regarded as the master. Then this time Toss the pot and I will meet you."

A servant had already arranged the necessary items, and two porcelain throwing pots were placed in front of the two of them.

Standing beside Rong Le was a young man carrying a tray with four arrows on it.Rong Le guessed how to do this kind of game in his mind, and said to Lin Gaoqi: "Your master is welcome, Mr. Lin please."

Lin Gaowen snorted coldly, sank his heart, raised his wrist, and threw the arrow into the pot with a whoosh.The arrow spun around the mouth of the bottle for a few times, and finally stopped firmly.

Immediately there was applause from all around, "Brother Lin is doing great!" "Brother Lin is indeed!" Someone shouted, "The next arrow hits me!"

Lin Gaoxuan was quite proud of himself, he practiced his skill diligently, even among the disciples in Beijing, he was considered a master, at this moment he glanced at Rong Le, without opening his mouth, it was full of provocation.

Rong Le reached out to pick up an arrow from the tray, weighed it with his hand, and squeezed the pheasant feathers on the tail of the arrow curiously. Looking at his unfamiliar appearance, everyone knew that he must have never touched a throwing pot. A few couldn't help but start giggling.

Rong Le didn't care about others, but rubbed his wrist, then raised his hand, the arrow in his hand flew across the air, and landed in the pot with a "dang".

There was a moment of silence.

The person who was still smiling originally had a frozen expression on his face, and shock had already flashed in his eyes.Lin Gaozheng wanted to take the opportunity to laugh at him, but he didn't expect Rong Le to have such strength, and his expression darkened immediately.

In the whole room, only Rong Le looked normal, and he looked at Lin Gaowen with a smile, "Mr. Lin, please continue."

The two threw pots one by one and finished the eight arrows.In this round, both of them got all the pots (both arrows were hit), and there was no winner or loser, Rong Le was fine, but the rest were speechless.

They would like to praise Lin Gaowen, but they really can't have the conscience to ignore the other person.Lin Gaozheng directly picked up the full wine glass next to him, drank it all in one gulp, and continued to challenge Rong Le, "Come again."

Rong Le said calmly, "I'm extremely happy."

At this time, anyone can see that if Lin Gaozheng just didn't like Rongle in the first place, but now he is aroused by the other party to be competitive.

After three innings, the two were tied.If it was said that there were still people who were dryly defending at the beginning, it was because Rongle was lucky, but now no one will talk about luck anymore.

Everyone knows that throwing pots is not something that can be done by luck.

The lowest-level throwing pot will be filled with red beans, so that the arrow will sink into the red beans and will not pop out.But this is not the case for their throwing pots here. Since Rong Le can reach the full pot, it shows his strength.

Lin Gaozheng was considered a master among them, and fortunately he was the one who faced Rong Le in the first place. If it was someone else, he might not be able to last even one round.

Rong Le also felt very lucky.

When he was in college, he went out to play with his roommates. When he got drunk, he would often throw chopsticks into the beer bottle. Whoever threw the least would pay the bill last.

After four years, everyone's accuracy is not bad.Even later, in order to increase the difficulty, the distance was continuously extended, or two chopsticks were used to throw together.

The mouth of the beer bottle was only the size of a coin, and he was able to hit every shot. Looking at the throwing pot, which was as big as the bottom of a mineral water bottle, he felt extremely unfulfilled.

After the last arrow was shot, he clapped his hands and looked around, and found that no one wanted to meet his eyes, and some even secretly hid behind others.

He couldn't help sighing, can these dudes help a little?

He was immersed in the mood of Dugu seeking defeat, so maybe someone suggested that throwing pots is not interesting, or he should play with Azalea.

Immediately, some people began to chase after it. That's right, if you are playing pitching pots, it is better to participate in the spring hunting after a while, and then you can hunt more prey than anyone else.

So the boys hurriedly packed away the throwing pot and other items, and then took the chessboard and Wumu.

Rong Le glanced at the person who proposed, and said, "Brother, you also want to let my master do as he pleases?"

This is said casually, but it is actually very ironic.He was the only one on Rongle's side, but there was a circle of people on Lin Gaozheng's side. To put it bluntly, it was equivalent to a wheel war, a group of people surrounded and beat one person.

That person's face was quite thin, and when Rongle said that, he didn't know how to answer the question.

Although Lin Gaozheng has a strong temper, he cares more about his family's reputation.Even if he doesn't like Rong Le, he has to admit that since the other party occupies the position of Shizi Concubine, he is equivalent to a member of Duan Wang's family.

In other people's territory, bullying the master is not something to brag about.

What's more, in the pot-throwing battle just now, you came and I went back and forth, and the original anger was about to be vented.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of Rong Le now, but at least he doesn't hate it as much as he did at the beginning, so he showed mercy: "What are you always talking about, let Zheng San play with you."

Rong Le didn't expect Lin Gaozheng to speak for him, but he was so happy that he was about to leave, when he heard Wan Chengdai say, "Why don't you take me too?"

He didn't know where he hid just now, and he got out again after Rong Le finished the matter by himself.

Rong Jinxian also said, "I haven't played for a long time. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why don't we brothers play a game?" Let this waist pendant be a lottery."

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