I really don’t see how this young man next to me can impress Lady Youxi. Although she is handsome, Lady Youxi shouldn’t be such a superficial woman, right?
Even she doesn't care about a man's skin.
Lu Fang just laughed.
Afterwards, everyone sat down again.
Lu Fang, Lu Lin, Lin Dong, Xu Qubing, Qin Shuo and two other recent elites from the Bahuang Martial Arts Academy sat at the front.
Because as the host, Liang Dong is also preparing to participate in the pot throwing game.
Xue Liangce and other five Lushan Academy elites moved to the seats below and sat down.
A maid brought a double-eared pot and placed it in the middle position between Liang Dong, Lu Fang and others. In Xue Liangce's group, a Qinghuer volunteered to be the cupbearer.
Xue Liangce said with a smile: "It's okay for me to be a bartender, but if Brother Mo Shan loses later, you still have to drink."
The little lady whose name I don’t know smiled and said, “Of course.”
The young man named Li Moshan next to her shook his head and chuckled, seemingly confident.
They are all elite disciples of Lushan Academy. In terms of knowledge and poetic talent, even if they are not as good as Xue Liangce, they are definitely not far behind.
Liang Dong looked at Xue Liangce and the others, took the initiative to pick up the arrow, and said: "Then I come first?"
"Of course His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, invites you first."
Qin Shuo answered.
Drinking orders require a drinking officer, but throwing pots does not.
Liang Dong added: "One for each person, and whoever fails to throw in the pot will drink until there are no more arrows hanging on the pot, how about that?"
Except for Lu Fang and Lu Lin, everyone else nodded and chuckled.
Each of them has a cultivation level no lower than the sixth level, and they are familiar with winemaking and pot throwing, so they naturally know what they are doing.
Lu Fang was just a little surprised that Liang Dong was so confident.
Could it be that Liang Dong also has a good level of cultivation?
Although practice makes perfect in the skill of throwing pots, people with high levels of cultivation have innate advantages in terms of their eyesight and mastery of strength.
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, it barely confirmed what Lu Fang was thinking.
Liang Dong was afraid that he was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.
The arrow fell steadily into the pot.
Lin Dong and others clapped their hands.
Lu Fang also clapped his hands.
"It's your turn to get rid of the disease."
Liang Dong looked at Yu Qubing, who was sitting on his lower left hand.
Xu Qubing, who had a Chinese character face, nodded and smiled softly. He took the arrow from the hand of Qingguo'er next to him, took aim without any pretense, and directly threw the pot.
There was another tinkling sound.
Lu Lin, who was sitting next to Lu Fang, smiled bitterly and whispered to Lu Fang: "Brother, they don't seem to be planning to let go today. You have to let brother take it later."
Lu Fang said: "Whether I can invest in it or not, it won't have any impact on you, right?"
"oops……"
Lu Lin patted his forehead, "I just got distracted and forgot that His Highness chose this method of play. It's over!"
Then he looked down at his big belly that almost covered his knees, probably trying to estimate how much wine his belly could hold.
After Yu Qubing, it was Lin Dong.
Lin Dong's father was also a military commander in Jingnan County, and was the deputy envoy to appease him. In terms of family affairs, he was only slightly inferior to Huo Qubing.
When Liang Dong introduced him before, he said that this guy also had a cultivation level close to the fifth level.
He is obviously also very familiar with the game of throwing pots, just like Yu Qubing, who directly throws pots.
Hit again.
The spout of the pot could only hold eight arrows, and now three of them had been hit.
After Lin Dong, there is Qin Shuo.
Then there are the two elites from the Bahuang Martial Arts Academy named Fan Zishi and Lin Chunan.
All six arrows fell into the pot accurately.
The gentry next to them all clapped their hands gently.
It's Lu Lin's turn.
With a wry smile on his face, he held the arrow and glanced left and right.
Lu Fang saw that he was in such a difficult situation and said to Liang Dong: "Your Highness, wouldn't it be a big disadvantage for us to fall behind in this way?"
Liang Dong and others all laughed, and even Xue Liangce and others glanced over.
Shaoyao explained in a low voice beside Lu Fang: "Master, don't worry, it will be your turn to throw the pot first in the next round."
"Oh, that's it."
Lu Fang nodded. He didn't care that he had made a little fool of himself.
What surprised him was that when Lu Lin finally threw the arrow, the arrow accurately landed in the empty space of the pot's mouth.
Lu Fang looked at Lu Lin in surprise.
This fat man hides his clumsiness!
Lu Lin saw his gaze and said with a smile: "Lucky! Lucky!"
"What a fucking fluke!"
Liang Dong, who was sitting in the first place, directly broke the news, "Although you have no cultivation skills, your pot throwing skills are better than any of us. There is no need to hide your clumsiness in front of us."
Lu Lin chuckled and did not defend himself.
Damn it.
Lu Fang rolled his eyes.
Are you planning to bully me emotionally?
He didn't want to hide his clumsiness anymore.
Taking the arrow from Shaoyao's hand, with Shaoyao's nervous expression, he threw the arrow directly towards the amphora.
At this time, there was only a gap left in the mouth of the pot to accommodate an arrow.
But the arrow still fell into the pot accurately.
"Eh."
Even Liang Dong couldn't help but let out a sigh.
The rest, Lin Dong, Xu Qubing and others all looked at Lu Fang.
The fat man Lu Lin always likes to show weakness to others, and they know it. This fat man is definitely an expert in pot throwing.
But I didn't expect that even Lu Fang was deliberately showing weakness before.
Eight-eye pot.
It's not easy to throw the last arrow in. And he still looks calm and calm.
"You boy!"
Liang Dong pointed at Lu Fang and said, "He has the same bad habit as Lu Lin! He obviously has the ability, but he deliberately hides it. No wonder you choose to throw pot."
As he said that, he took the arrow from Yu Xiang's hand next to him, and then said: "Since we are all familiar with this, it would be a bit boring to just drink wine. So, how about adding some luck? Whoever misses the shot drinks, and in addition
, if someone can win among the eight of us, let the other seven lose him... one thousand taels of silver, how about that?"
"hiss."
There was a Qingguoer who took a breath of cold air.
They have seen many people spending money like water in places like Feixian Tower, but such a battle is rare.
One thousand taels for lottery.
If you win the last game, won't you get 7,000 taels?
Even if they spend all their money on Feixian Tower, they may not be able to accumulate such wealth.
"His Royal Highness rarely enjoys elegance, so we will sacrifice our lives to accompany you."
Qin Shuo said.
Lu Lin also nodded, "Why don't you skip the drinking? If you don't win, you'll get a thousand taels of silver?"
"Fuck you!"
Liang Dong laughed and scolded, "Who doesn't know that you kid is so rich!"
The others nodded.
His eyes were focused on Lu Fang.
They all know the basics and know that this money is just a small amount of money to everyone here. Only Lu Fang, they don't know the real details.
Although he is doing business in cooperation with His Highness the Crown Prince, it is only a recent matter. It is not yet known what his financial resources are.
Lu Fang was moved.
Although I was a little surprised why Liang Dong suddenly proposed such an idea, I just thought that this was how they played before.
He is short of money now!
He still doesn't have enough money to buy a golden fetal eye!
If I win eight out of ten, will I have enough money to buy a golden fetal eye?