So, when Ji Yannuo was a proton in Qi State, did he play hut?
Ye Fuxun's heart suddenly tightened: "Eunuch Xu, did anything unpleasant happen to your highness when he was playing hut in Qi State?"
Is that why Eunuch Xu has such a taboo expression?
Eunuch Xu quietly glanced at Ji Yannuo in the center of the field, sighed and looked at Ye Fulun, lowering his voice and said: "When His Highness was seven years old, he went to Qi State and was forced by the princes of Qi State to play hut.
Those princes were despicable, so His Highness learned a good skill in throwing pots."
When he thought of the days when Ji Yannuo was bullied and humiliated, Eunuch Xu's eyes welled up with tears.
I remember that at that time, if His Highness failed to make a shot, the princes would force His Highness to climb down from his crotch once.
His Highness endured the humiliation and got up in the middle of the night to secretly practice throwing pot.
Until you develop superb pot throwing skills.
The princes were bored and continued to torture him in other ways.
I thought that His Highness would never be willing to do anything like pot throwing again in this life.
Unexpectedly, today, he actually ended up in person.
Ye Fuxun looked at Eunuch Xu's moist eyes and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
If she had known that such a past event would happen, she would never have shown the slightest interest in pot throwing.
On that side, Prince Jin was already shouting and throwing pots.
"Everyone has ten arrows. The one with the most hits wins!" King Jin said loudly, "It's rare for us brothers to get together. Let's set a rule first. How will the loser be punished?"
The King of Chu touched his palm and said, "Just follow the usual gameplay. The loser jumps around the circle three times."
"That won't work." King Jin decisively refused, "We have to come up with something new!"
King Qin smiled slightly: "Brother, what do you think?"
"If not, the loser will lie on the ground and climb up in a circle around us?" King Jin chuckled and glanced at Ji Yannuo's face, "What do you think, Prince?"
Ji Yannuo's face was expressionless: "Yes."
"Okay!" King Jin applauded happily, "The prince is still happy! Then let's..."
However, before he finished speaking, he fell from the chair to the ground, whether because of excessive excitement.
The place fell silent for a moment.
King Jin got up from the ground in embarrassment, glared at the boy waiting beside him, and sat back down, "Let's start!"
Ye Fuxun silently covered his mouth and smiled.
Could it be that the bad luck function has worked? I suddenly felt a little hopeful.
The pot throwing begins.
King Qin stood up and stepped forward, and was the first to throw the pot.
He was very skilled and hit nine out of ten arrows, which attracted cheers from the onlookers.
Then the Seventh Prince stepped forward, and eight of the ten arrows hit him. There was also a lot of applause.
King Chu stood up, walked to Ji Yannuo and patted him: "Brother Prince, don't be afraid!"
After saying that, he casually picked up the arrows in the quiver and threw a round at the pot in the center of the field.
"Five out of ten! King Chu did this on purpose!" There were people around cheering.
The King of Chu cupped his hands and said, "One moment I miss, the other moment I miss!"
King Jin had just taken a sip of tea, and when he saw King Chu letting the water go, he opened his mouth and wanted to shout twice for him to start again.
Unexpectedly, before the words came to his mouth, he choked on the water and his eyes turned red, and he almost lost his breath.
After he finally regained his breath, he looked up and saw that Ji Yannuo had already stood up and walked to the venue.
'Damn it! I'm taking advantage of Ji Yannuo! But, maybe this kid can't even hit five arrows, so I'll have to hold him down and crawl around!'
Ye Fuxun glanced at King Jin with a frown, and looked nervously at Ji Yannuo.
He saw Ji Yannuoxin holding an arrow in his hand, flicking it casually, and the arrow fell steadily into the pot.
One branch, two branches, three branches... six branches, seven branches... nine branches, ten branches!
One is faster than the other, and one is more stable than the other!
The onlookers all opened their mouths, and there was a moment of silence before bursting into violent applause.
His Royal Highness, the real person is not showing his face!
All ten hits! Fast and accurate!
Ji Yannuo twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, glanced at Prince Jin seemingly casually, and walked up to his seat.
"Your Highness, you are so amazing!" Ye Fuxun stood behind Ji Yannuo, her eyes as bright as stars filled with excitement. She waved her fist, "All ten hits!"
Ji Yannuo looked at the face with happiness clearly written on his face, and a warm feeling passed through his heart: "It's just a small trick."
"Prince Jin, it's your turn!" King Chu roared loudly, waking up the astonished Prince Jin.
Prince Jin stood up holding the handle of the seat: "Here he comes!"
'Impossible! How can that kid Ji Yannuo hit ten out of ten shots? There must be something weird!'
Ye Fuxun couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard the voice from the bottom of King Jin's heart.
And I heard King Jin say in his heart, 'No way! We have to find a way to deal with this kid.'
As soon as he finished speaking, King Jin walked to the center of the field and said, "His Royal Highness actually has a secret skill of throwing pots, so that the royal brothers can learn about it! How about we increase the difficulty in the next round, put wine in the pot, not only must the pot be thrown, but also
And don’t spill a single drop of wine! How about that?”
"What if the drink spills?" Ji Yannuo looked unmoved.
King Jin loudly said: "Then punish him by licking up the spilled wine!"
Suddenly there was laughter all around.
King Jin looked at Ji Yannuo: "Prince, do you dare to play with your brother?"
Ji Yannuo's thin lips curled up slightly: "Why not? It's just that King Jin hasn't thrown the pot yet this round. Could it be that... he can't afford to lose?"
King Jin chuckled: "Your Highness, you can ask everyone, I have never lost in throwing pots!"
He rolled up his sleeves, took the quiver next to him and walked to the place where the pot was thrown.
King Jin took out an arrow.
Concentrate on aiming and raise your hand to throw the pot!
'bite!'
The arrow nailed the pot, but missed.
'This is impossible!' Ye Fuxun heard King Jin roaring in his heart, 'It was clearly aimed, how could it not hit!'
Immediately, King Jin drew out another arrow.
The expression is solemn, serious and focused.
Throw an arrow!
'bite!'
Another miss!
'How, how is it possible? I have been playing pot for so many years, and I have never encountered such an evil thing! I don't believe it!'
King Jin grimaced and drew another arrow.
His expression became more solemn, serious and focused.
Throw an arrow!
'bite!'
Missed again!
‘Ding!’ ‘Ding!’… ‘Ding!’
The arrows seemed to have their own spirituality. No matter how Jin Wang threw them, they always hit the pot very accurately.
Ten shots out of ten...misses?
The onlookers all opened their mouths.
There was silence in the place, no one dared to say a word.
"According to the rules, King Jin will crawl around the field first before playing the next round?" Ji Yannuo's voice broke the silence with a cold voice, "Or should I say that King Jin cannot afford to lose?"
"That won't work!" King Chu laughed so hard, "I'm willing to admit defeat, King Jin!"
With the King of Chu making a fuss, the noise gradually started to rise outside the venue.