Ever since Yang Yuhuan was enthroned as a noble concubine in the fourth year of Tianbao, Li Heng had been living a life of fear, fearing that if he did something wrong, he would offend his father's favorite concubine and suffer consequences.
In terms of seniority, Yang Yuhuan was his mother, and he was favored by his father, so he had a high chance of giving birth to a prince. But perhaps it was because of his old age that Yang Yuhuan sang and sang every night in the Xingqing Palace.
However, there was no movement in Yuhuan's belly. Since Yang Yuhuan had no heir, the threat to him was greatly reduced. Li Heng was already walking on thin ice in the face of Li Linfu's strong suppression, so he placed his hope on forming an alliance with the Yang family to jointly fight against the powerful enemy.
With his own mediation, he formed two marriages with the Yang family. With the help of his allies, he was able to temporarily survive the crisis. But what always made Li Heng uneasy was that although the Yang family members were respectful and friendly to him,
, but Yang Yuhuan's own attitude towards himself is neither sullen nor angry, which is unpredictable.
It would be fine if she were an ordinary concubine, but she happened to be Yang Yuhuan, who was doted on in the harem! Since she could tell her father to send someone to transport lychees from Lingnan via Chi Road, she could influence the position of the crown prince with just one word. Li Heng had been wasting his time.
I tried my best to look for opportunities to please Yang Yuhuan, but nothing worked. Unexpectedly, today, because of a box of plum peaks, everything changed!
"Heng'er, why don't you thank your mother and concubine quickly?" Seeing that Li Heng was a little dazed, Li Longji smiled and reminded him.
"Ah, I have thanked my mother and concubine, and wish my mother and concubine's beauty will last forever, Feng Yi and the Tang Dynasty!" Li Heng bowed his head and praised her again and again.
"This child." Yang Yuhuan smiled and shook her head, feeling warm in her heart. She herself did not give birth to a dragon heir for Sanlang, so she always felt a little disappointed. Now that she saw that the prince was respectful and filial to her, she felt a little disappointed.
Forget it and settled a worry.
Li Heng stood up in response, bowed and retreated to his seat. Although he was overjoyed, he tried his best to restrain his emotions, narrowed his eyes slightly, and held his breath while concentrating.
"Prince Renxiao, in this case, Yuhuan, you should feel at ease." Li Longji patted Yang Yuhuan's palm and consoled him.
Yang Yuhuan nodded and said: "Sanlang, why don't we just start the game!"
"Okay, I will announce the start of the competition! Yuan Yi, declare my decree, the pot throwing competition will begin now!" Li Longji stroked his beard and ordered to Gao Lishi.
Gao Lishi bowed and gave some instructions to the chamberlain beside him.
"Your Majesty's decree, the pot throwing competition begins now!"
"Your Majesty has a decree for a pot throwing competition..."
After some chanting, the Yulin guards, who were more than ten steps away from the pavilion, received the order and brought several small pots and placed them on the ground. There were ten lacquer pots in total, all with their spouts facing upwards, fat waists and thin mouths.
Among the ten lacquer pots, the further back they are, the smaller the spout is, and the difficulty of hitting the pot is naturally greater.
"Sanlang, you can't let my master compete today, otherwise the bet I made with Sanlang will not count." Yang Yuhuan suddenly remembered something and hurriedly stepped forward and put his arm around Li Longji's neck.
Li Longji was afraid of her move and immediately agreed.
"Even if Yuhuan didn't tell me, I wouldn't have let Qilang participate. This time the pot throwing competition will be contested by all the princes and nobles of Chang'an City. If Qilang, a marksman, takes part in the competition, others won't have to compete. Don't worry, today I
He was not even summoned to Furong Garden."
"That's pretty much it!"
Yang Yuhuan smiled lightly, showing two dimples.
"The first contestant is Taichang Qing Yang Xuan." The eunuch shouted loudly at the top of his voice.
The first person to participate in the competition is Yang Xuan, the son of Yang Zhao. Although Yang Xuan has reached the rank of Taichang Qing, he is only a young man in his early twenties. The princes and nobles in Chang'an City love nothing more than three things, namely
Archery, hunting, and playing with women. Yang Xuan was a spoiled child, so his strength was naturally lacking. Not to mention a hard bow of more than two stones, he could not draw a soft bow for several rounds. Therefore, Yang Xuan settled for the next best thing and chose hardship.
Practice the more energy-saving pot throwing. Over time, his shooting skills have also become famous in the circle. This pot throwing competition is an excellent opportunity to show off himself. How could he give up?
After bowing in the direction of the pavilion, Yang Xuan strode to the white line ten steps away from the lacquer pot.
Yang Xuan took a bamboo arrow coated with red paint from Xun Wei's hand and slowly wiped it on the surface to calm down. Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan took out a bamboo arrow and twisted it.
There was no need to take aim, just throw it casually, and there was only a "click" sound, and the small bamboo arrow was inserted into the lacquer pot closest to Yang Xuan without any bias.
"Okay, okay!" Yang Zhao clapped his hands and laughed when he saw this, cheering up his son. Among his sons, Yang Xuan is the one he is most optimistic about. If he can take the opportunity of today's pot throwing competition to leave something good for His Majesty,
My impression is that Xuan'er's position can be promoted even higher.
Thinking of this, Yang Zhao proudly glanced at Li Linfu's position and sneered.
With his father's encouragement, Yang Xuan became more and more courageous as he fought. In a short time, he hit four arrows in a row, and even His Majesty the Emperor began to applaud him.
"Tossing a pot is very simple, just point at the mouth of the pot and raise your hand, and that's it!"
Yang Xuan silently recited the method of throwing pots in his mind, took a deep breath, grabbed a bamboo arrow and aimed it at the sixth pot.
One, two, vote!
But with a whooshing sound, the bamboo slip was shot out from Yang Xuan's hand, drawing a beautiful arc and falling straight to the mouth of the pot. Just when the tip of the arrow was about to insert into the mouth of the pot, the arrow suddenly deflected slightly and fell against the body of the pot.
On the ground.
"Ah!" Yang Xuan's face immediately turned pale when this unexpected incident occurred, and he exhaled.
"Drop the pot!" The eunuch who was investigating on the side reported the result without emotion, and also announced that Yang Xuan's throw was a failure.
"This, this..." Yang Zhao was a little confused for a moment, staring at his son in disbelief. Didn't he say it was foolproof? Didn't he say that all ten pots were successful? Why did his ear fall off on the sixth pot?
This bastard...
"Well, Xuan'er's investment is pretty good." After all, he is the nephew of the Yang family. Li Longji couldn't bear to see Yang Yuhuan sad and comforted him with a smile.
"Sanlang, don't try to coax me. Do you really think that I don't know how to shoot? Xuan'er is still far behind."
Yang Yuhuan fell into Li Longji's arms, moaning repeatedly.
"Oh, yes, I forgot, our Yuhuan is a marksman."
Li Longji smiled, patted Yang Yuhuan on the shoulder, and joked.
"Sanlang!" Yang Yuhuan lightly used her pink fist and hit Li Longji's still strong chest softly.
"The second contestant is Shi Yushi Lu Zhonglun."
The faint Zhucheng faces the jade road, and the distant green embankment disappears from the golden embankment.
Luo Ru's treasure belt is for you to interpret, Yan Ge and Zhao Wu are for you to open.
In the red and pink room of the orioles and swallows, in the thick smell of wine, this voice spread far, far away.
ps: I don’t know why I’ve been very tired these past few days. I have revised the outline over and over again, and I really don’t have the energy to save the manuscript. But for the explosive power of the subsequent articles, I can only bite the bullet. I won’t say more, turn off the computer and go to sleep. Suddenly I remembered
That famous saying: Once you enter the Internet, the text is as deep as the sea, and from then on, your moral integrity is just a passerby...
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