Several people stand at a certain distance and throw arrows at the bronze wine pot in turn. If they hit more, they will win.

Liu Jin is extremely confident in the pot throwing game. He may not be good at "writing articles", even at the end, but he is good at everything.

Li Qingyan is regarded as a "relegated Fairy" by Huaichun girls. Where will he get involved in these fun games?

At least, Liu Jin hasn't heard that Li Qingyan has played "throwing pot" in public. His literary style probably doesn't want to buckle the hat of "playing with things and losing ambition".

Liu Jin gave a cold hum in his heart. Today, let Li Qingyan, a little white face, plant a big somersault on the "plaything" he usually doesn't see!

Thinking like this, Liu Jin took the lead in taking an arrow from the servant's hand, stood up, and raised his chin slightly to the smiling Li Qingyan.

Hum, you won't take the lead.

Liu Jin was holding a white feather wooden arrow in his hand and standing about ten steps away from the throwing pot. It was about three meters in modern times. If he didn't look too arrogant and annoying, his face would be pleasing.

Then, he waved forward casually, the white feather wood arrow crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and the heads of the onlookers also looked from left to right.

The crisp crash of "jingle" proved that the white feather wooden arrow landed steadily in the wine pot.

Then came the exclamation and applause of the children of the aristocratic family.

Liu Jin took the lead.

Although I knew Liu Jin was very good at "throwing pots", what I saw with my own eyes was another kind of praise.

Next, it's Li Qingyan's turn.

At this time, everyone present focused on Li Qingyan.

Those present, whether familiar or unfamiliar with Li Qingyan, have never seen Li Qingyan play any fun games, let alone throw pots.

Compared with Liu Jin, the "pot throwing expert" they have long known, how Li Qingyan will achieve is obviously more interesting to them.

Even Jin Xiangjun, who was watching, couldn't help sweating for Li Qingyan.

Qing Yan is also addicted to poetry and books at home and plays with his brothers from different generations.

How should he... Deal with it?

But Li Qingyan himself, as if he didn't know what others were thinking, was a calm attitude.

It seemed that whatever was about to happen had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this appearance of Li Qingyan, Liu Jin was even more unhappy.

At this meeting, Li Qingyan had already walked to the position where he had just stood with a white feather wooden arrow.

Just holding an arrow is a layman.

Liu Jinxin sneers more. When you really make a fool of yourself later, let's see how you can pretend to be calm!

While Li Qingyan took the arrow and seemed to be thinking about something. A different color flashed between his eyebrows.

The silk color was seen by Bai Jingshu, and his heart was slightly tight.

Li Qingyan didn't think for a long time. She clamped the shaft of the white feather wood arrow with her index finger and middle finger, and was ready to throw it at the mouth of the pot.

Of course, this move caused the sneer of "pot throwing expert" Liu Jin and the complicated eyes of the children of the aristocratic family.

Does he really think he is a character?

Or do you know you have to lose, so you have to lose beautifully?

No wonder Liu Jin scoffed. The arrow shaft made in the Dayan Dynasty is thicker than that in the previous dynasty. Normally, the thumb holds one side of the arrow, and the remaining four fingers hold the other side, so as to ensure sufficient strength and hit the mouth of the pot.

Now Li Qingyan only uses the strength of his index finger and middle finger to throw arrows. Although he has elegant posture and elegant movements, his strength is not enough.

This idea is not only Liu Jinyou, but also the children of most aristocratic families present.

Looking at Li Qingyan's thin body, even if he uses the normal posture, he may not hit, not to mention using only two fingers. Wouldn't it be more humiliating if he fell down halfway?

But when Liu Jin and others were waiting to see Li Qingyan's joke——

Jingle!

It was another crisp "jingle", but it changed everyone's face.

Especially Liu Jin.

He would look at the two white feather wooden arrows falling steadily into the pot, and then look at his face calmly, as if Li Qingyan had predicted long ago.

The expression on his face was completely unbelievable.

He inquired about it clearly and carefully. Li Qingyan is not good at playing.

How could this happen?!

Not make a fool of yourself, but make a fool of yourself?!

***

This is unbelievable. It lasted until both sides put in ten white feather wooden arrows. After a draw, Liu Jin didn't slow down.

Not only Liu Jin, but also many young people of the aristocratic family around him were shocked. Their thin lips were so open that they could plug eggs.

No one expected that Li Qingyan had hidden his hand in secret.

He is not only knowledgeable, but also an expert in throwing pots!

In modern terms, it's like you're shocked to suddenly find out whether a student bully is a professional E-sports player.

And everyone is not a fool. Li Qingyan can draw with Liu Jin with all five fingers with the strength of two fingers. It's clear at a glance.

Li Qingyan was not surprised by his honor or disgrace. He didn't think how surprising it was to tie with Liu Jin. His face was still indifferent and told Liu Jin the same way.

"Is it better than?"

The more indifferent Li Qingyan was, the more sarcastic he was in Liu Jin's eyes. The eyes of the children of the aristocratic family around him also embarrassed him.

If you lose in talent and learning, you will lose.

But this is in the "throwing pot" that Liu Jin is best at. The tie is already an insult to him. In particular, the tie feels that Li Qingyan let him.

Liu Jin couldn't swallow it.

Liu Jin tightened his hand and looked at Li Qingyan with a trace of hostility.

"Compare! How not! It's just accurate. You can't beat me in pot throwing skills!"

"However, I want to change a comparison method!"

Liu Jin said angrily, but he looked more and more interested in Li Qingyan.

Li Qingyan: Oh?

This uneasiness became more and more obvious as the carriage was getting closer and closer to Nan'an Prefecture palace.

Obviously, Li Qingtang, who went to the side, also seemed to notice.