Song Yuanbao scratched his head, "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Xi had already picked up the curtain into the flower hall.

Song Yuanbao could only keep up with him.

Ye Rong and the others waited for a long time, and saw Song Yuanbao coming in at the end, shouting, "I'm so slow, what are you doing behind me?"

"I'll get some breath, can't I?" Song Yuanbao curled his lips.

"My mothers," Ye Rong choked him and turned to ask Zhao Xi to sit down with a smile.

Song Yuanbao snorted lightly, took the initiative to lift the wine pot, and poured it for Zhao Xi himself.

When it was his turn, he only poured half a cup.

Ye Rong stared at him, "You can't forget the rules of toasting others with full wine. Who can drink half a glass of wine?"

Song Yuanbao said depressedly: "I suffered from a cold yesterday. When I went out in the morning, my mother repeatedly told me not to drink too much."

Ye Rong threw him a banquet, "It's too clumsy to bring your mother out to the formation."

Song Yuanbao touched his nose.

There is no way. If Zhao Xi is present today, if he drinks more and annoys this ancestor and refuses to give him some lessons, how can he be thankful?

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After a few drinks, Ye Rong arranged a pot of archery in the garden. Caitou was a Haidongqing who had not grown up yet.

The feathers on the head and tail are snow-white, gray-brown dotted on the body, thick and long mouth, and bright and sharp eyes.

Song Yuanbao liked it very much and asked Ye Rong, "Can it deliver a message?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Ye Rong looked at the countryside buns, "This is the God of Ten Thousand Eagles, flying the highest and the fastest. My uncle personally trained it. It's just now, it's fresh!"

Song Yuanbao became more and more interested, "How long would it take if I sent a message from my house to the palace?"

It usually takes more than half an hour to get to the Imperial City.

Wouldn't it be much more convenient if Haidongqing can deliver letters?

"I haven't tried this." Ye Rong shook his head, suddenly reacted, frowned, "Didn't you say, do you dare to send a letter to the palace? If so many guards and secret guards, if I, Hai Dongqing, fall into your hands, I will be tormented to death in a few days. But then again, with your little three-legged cat effort, I still want to win the lead in front of so many people, which is a bit unstoppable."

Song Yuanbao was not angry either, "I am not capable of defeating you, Mr. Ye San, but I can ask for help."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Xi with a bright look, "Your Highness, can you help me win this Haidongqing?"

Zhao Xi asked: "Win it, why give it to you?"

"Just treat it as a wedding gift for me in advance." Song Yuanbao looked like he was determined to win, "Besides, I want it. Maybe I can send you a message when the situation is urgent!"

Zhao Xi withdrew his gaze and nodded in response, "Okay."

Song Yuanbao was stunned and then smiled, "Then you must win!"

When Ye Rong heard this, he was dissatisfied, "I said, would it be a bit too much for you to join forces to bully people? I asked the palace down to let him be the referee."

Who doesn’t know that the prince’s archery skills are great, and he competes with him for archery, and knows who wins and who loses before the game begins. So what’s the point of this game?

Song Yuanbao smiled, "If you are afraid, give up now and give me Hai Dongqing directly."

"Is your third brother so easy to admit defeat?" Ye Rong said, and asked the servant to take his Beast King bow, and then hold it in his hand. "Even if you want to lose, you have to lose decently."

Song Yuanbao knew Ye Rong and knew that this person would not give up easily if he didn't fight until the end. He shook his head with a smile. He said to Zhao Xi: "Your Highness, whether you can get Hai Dongqing depends entirely on you."

Zhao Xi took the tiger roar pattern bent bow handed over by Song Yuanbao, tried the strings, and adjusted the elasticity.

Several others also took bows to debug.

Today's competition not only tests archery skills, but also tests ear skills.

Because the content of the competition is that in a short while someone will release a batch of pigeons in the attic. Those participating in the competition must blindfold their eyes and judge the position of the pigeons by relying solely on their ears to shoot arrows. Each person has five arrows. The majority of the shots wins, and the loser will be compensated for one weapon.

Song Yuanbao's archery skills were not good, so he became the referee.

After Ye Rong finished speaking the rules, a servant gave him a blindfolded black cloth strip. Everyone took them one by one, covered them with neat movements, and then heard a loud gong ringing from the attic, which announced that the game had begun.

Dozens of pigeons were released, and they flew high in the blink of an eye, and their voices became smaller and smaller.

Everyone concentrated, occasionally moving their auricles, and carefully captured the source of the sound.

Ye Rong was the first to shoot an arrow, and with a "swoosh", the feathered arrow broke through the air, whistling and stabbing a gray-feathered pigeon, and then fell down with a "swoosh".

Immediately afterwards, two more arrows went out, none of them missed.

The cheers of the servants of the Ye family came from the attic, "I've been hit, I've been hit by three arrows. The third young master is so powerful."

Ye Rong curled his lips and took the remaining two arrows from behind. He fired both arrows at the same time. As soon as he hit the same shot, two more pigeons were shot down.

"Ahhhh, the third young master is worthy of being brought out by the general himself. It's so amazing!"

Several servants were happy.

Zhao Xi blindfolded her eyes and smiled faintly when she heard the movement: "I haven't had a lot of training for several months, and Mr. Ye San's archery skills have improved again."

Ye Rong took off the black cloth and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Your Highness, it's your place."

A young man named Chen said, "The third brother is deliberately not going to lose Hai Dongqing to us!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Rong sneered, "If you can't afford to lose, don't come next time."

Mr. Chen smiled, "If you can compete with your third brother, it's just a weapon. If you lose, you will lose."

While speaking, Zhao Xi's first arrow flew out with a whizzing sound. His arm was strong, and the feather arrow cut a broken momentum in the air, piercing the pigeon's abdomen, and then flew forward for a while, then piercing the second and third ones, which was because of being overweight.

The others blindfolded and didn't see it, but Ye Rong and Song Yuanbao watched the whole process.

Ye Rong widened his eyes in shock and was stunned.

When he was in spring hunting, he learned about Yun Liulang and the prince's archery skills. He secretly vowed to study hard and practice hard. Even if he couldn't catch up, he could at least be with these two people. However, when he saw the prince blindfolded and shot three pigeons, he felt that he would never want to catch up with the prince's realm in his life, let alone surpass him.

The servants on the attic were like Ye Rong, all of them were so shocked that they opened their mouths, and it took a long time to make a sound.

"Oh my God, the prince's archery technique is too amazing, right? It's simply not a way out for people to live!"

"There were three shots in one arrow. Needless to say, the top scorer today must be His Highness."

"How did you practice such a superb archery technique? Our three young masters have worked hard enough, but they are still..."

Ye Rong didn't say anything, and he recalled the exquisite scene of Zhao Xi's killing three birds with one stone. It took him a long time to sigh, "I'm still completely defeated."

Song Yuanbao jumped off the tree stump and looked at Ye Rong with a smile, "How about it, have you admitted defeat now?"

"That's also losing to Your Highness, not to you," said Ye Rong.

"It's all the same, we're a family."

Hearing the three words "family", Zhao Xi paused when he closed the bow.

Ye Rong laughed, "I almost forgot that you are indeed a family, Your Highness is your cousin's uncle. Why didn't you hear your screams after coming for a long time? Come, Xiao Yuanbao, let's go."

Song Yuanbao pretended not to hear it and tilted his head to the side.

While the two were quarreling, the other young men shot arrows out one after another. Those who could come here had some martial arts foundation. Although they would not catch up with Ye Rong and Zhao Xi, they would not be too weak.

Therefore, those people all shot, but there were not five, the highest four, and the few were two.

After delaying for so long, the pigeons had already dispersed too many, and Zhao Xi could not beat three shots in one shot, but five arrows came down and seven pigeons were shot in total, without any suspense.

Taking off the blindfolded black cloth, everyone looked at Zhao Xi and Ye Rong with admiration.

Ye Rong handed the cage to Song Yuanbao.

Song Yuanbao took it, and Jun smiled, "So beautiful."

Ye Rong muttered, "If you don't see who won it, how can you not be beautiful?"

"Then I'll be disrespectful." Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows.

Ye Rong hummed.

In fact, Ye Rong knew very well that as long as the prince was present, no matter whether he was competing in literature or martial arts, no one could win him. The reason why he invited him was just to gain a better understanding, to see if the prince had made progress again, to see how much gap there was between him and him, and to see if he could catch up with him after redoubled his efforts in the future.

When I really saw it, I was hit hard again and felt that it was better not to see it.

After glanced at Song Yuanbao's appearance of being indifferent to the cage, Ye Rong smiled with his lips, waved to a servant, and whispered a few words.

The servant quickly left the garden, and no one knew what he was going to do.
Chapter completed!