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Chapter 243 Don't get distracted, just concentrate

Seeing Shangguan Han staring at Prince Anyang in a daze, Shen Yu moved his body to block her sight, and said even more flatteringly: "Miss Han's song just now shocked the heavens. Miss Han can play with everyone, which can also relieve the girl's boredom." .”

Seeing that Shen Yu was targeting Guan Han, Jun Mohan straightened his body and shot at Shen Yu. He knew that Shen Yu had no good intentions and Han'er was pure-hearted and could not fall into his hands.

But Shangguan Han saw the anger on his face and wanted to make him angry, so she also said: "Han'er is showing off his shame."

At this time, Jun Mohan was completely cold-eyed, clenched his fists, and stood up from his seat.

However, Shen Yu felt that he had grasped his weakness, and said unscrupulously: "Don't worry, I will protect Miss Han from getting hurt."

Shangguan Han knew that Jun Mohan would not hurt her. Seeing his expression, he thought that he must be jealous and nervous, so he reacted like this.

When the fight really started, she took advantage of the situation and hid next to Brother Han.

So Shangguan Han also nodded and said softly: "Yes."

Here, Shangguan Ruizhu was a little dizzy and seemed to be really drunk. Narcissus was serving her with all her heart, just trying to get the concubine drunk.

Therefore, Shangguan Ruizhu didn't care much when she heard it, and she didn't want to care about the ladies competing for beauty in the hall. This was how she came here when she was young.

Jun Yi didn't take sides, and what seemed like a fight between two little girls turned into a fight between Prince Anyang and the Shen family.

He knew that the battle between his eldest brother and the Shen family would come sooner or later, but he did not expect that it would be such a clash of swords and swords.

"I will be the referee for you all." Jun Yi said with a smile: "Anyway, as Miss Zhou said, everyone has fun, winning or losing doesn't matter."

Here, Mu Lingwei felt a little uncomfortable seeing Shangguan Han being so nervous, so she took the initiative to walk to Zhou Zixuan's side and said lightly: "What do you want Miss Shen to compete with? Let's start."

Seeing that she ran away again, Jun Mohan thought to himself: "Just now, you were as gentle as water and openly asked him for help, why are you falling out with her again now?"

He had already thought clearly that he only regarded Han'er as his younger sister and had no relationship between men and women.

Shen Yu is a big pervert, and of course he doesn't want Haner to come into contact with Shen Yu.

At this time, Jun Mohan quietly glanced in the direction of Mu Lingwei again, and saw that she was angry again, and wanted to find a way to coax her after returning.

Following Jun Mochen's idea, he directly raised two swords and let him and Jun Mohan have a hearty fight. Anyway, he was holding his breath.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

At this time, Shen Yanyan was heard to say: "The pot throwing competition is a trick that everyone can play."

In an instant, there was suddenly no sound in the hall, and everyone was thinking to themselves: "This should be considered a literary fight. People without martial arts can also play it..."

However, Jun Yi still said: "This proposal is very good, and I also think it is very wonderful."

Suddenly, there were loud cheers again in the hall. Maybe everyone had drunk too much and started to act recklessly.

So, the servants quickly brought up arrows and throwing pots one after another. The hall was so wide that you could make room by moving the table.

Gu Panpan was the happiest, because this was her strength, and of course Shen Yanyan's strength, so she brought it up.

Jun Yi acted as the host and invited other young masters from aristocratic families to take notes. The other guests returned to their seats and continued drinking and having fun.

"The rule is to win two out of three games, because there are four people in each group, and each group has eight arrows in each game. Each person is assigned two arrows and each throws them. Whichever group throws more arrows into the pot wins," Jun Yi announced.

rule.

Mu Lingwei had never thrown before, but she pretended to be a good dart player, and her momentum was similar to shooting darts.

Jun Mohan and Zhou Zixuan held an arrow in their hands and entered easily.

For those who practice martial arts, this is child's play.

Gu Panpan also opened his stance, "The first arrow must go in..."

Then, I saw her hand exerting strength, and the arrow fell steadily, and it hit the target.

Mu Lingwei squinted her eyes and followed her example and threw it gently. The arrow went in but bounced back, so she took another arrow and threw it into the pot.

The next moment, I saw that the arrow seemed to have wings, and it clearly hit the target and flew out again.

In an instant, she was dumbfounded and asked in surprise: "What's going on?"

Gu Panpan was also dumbfounded and said quickly: "Zhou Waner, it turns out you don't know how to do it."

Mu Lingwei didn't nod or shake her head, and said awkwardly: "It's up to you."

So, Gu Panpan's hand shook, but the second arrow didn't go in, and he suddenly became angry.

Suddenly, there was a sigh in the audience: "There are only eight arrows in total, and three of them have already missed, alas!"

Here, Shen Yanyan saw that she missed two arrows in a row, and she began to feel proud and said: "Humph, it turns out that she can only play tricks, and the ones that pop out are not counted."

So, the recorder began to announce loudly again...

Mu Lingwei missed two hits and was not affected at all. Instead, she was very calm, as if this was just a joke.

The calmer she becomes, the angrier Shen Yanyan becomes.

But seeing the gloomy look on Gu Panpan's face, Mu Lingwei quickly comforted her: "Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs. The more frustrated you look on your face, the prouder Shen Yanyan will be. You are happy to make her happy!"

"Besides, Shangguan Han's first arrow didn't go in."

"Of course I'm not happy. I've never lost to her, and I won't lose to her today." Gu Panpan mustered up her courage again, held Mu Lingwei's hand, and said, "It's only the first game. Next, let's tear Shen Yanyan apart together."

Hypocritical face.”

Mu Lingwei also smiled and said: "We are all Yangou. We are like-minded and we will work hard together."

Gu Panpan was shocked, when did Zhou Waner become like this? But she does like handsome men!

Jun Mohan was so happy to see Mu Lingwei missing two arrows, but she was very calm.

Yan dog?

What's in this woman's head?

Seeing her acting silly, maybe she has never played before and doesn't know how to use skillful force, otherwise it will be easy to pop out. This is also the ingenuity of Tou Hu.

Mu Lingwei's chance ran out, and she could only stare at Jun Mohan helplessly.

At this time, the second arrow in Zhou Zixuan's hand was also shot in. They still had the last arrow in Jun Mohan's hand, but the opponent only shot four and already scored three. They still had four more arrows in their hands.

The arrow was not thrown.

It was obvious that the opponent was waiting for them to finish shooting before throwing the second arrow.

Even if Jun Mohan hits one of his shots, they have only scored five. Obviously, Mu Lingwei's team has a high chance of losing.

At this moment, Jun Mohan suddenly pulled Mu Lingwei in front of him, held the arrow in her hand, and whispered close to her ear: "This is different from shooting a lantern. Don't use too much force."

Heavy, shooting accurately and not popping out are two different things, you try again."

Mu Lingwei's heart suddenly beat as she was protected in his arms. The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong, and his warm breath sprayed on her neck, making her ears itch.

She is a little distracted...

He raised her wrist again and said in a deep voice: "Don't be distracted, just concentrate."

"oh!"

Mu Lingwei focused her attention on the spout of the pot in front of her. His hand was still on her wrist. With a slight throw, the arrow in his hand accurately hit the spout of the pot without popping out.


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