Once he found that the situation was wrong, Li Zaixing immediately changed his strategy. He could not run. The reason why Wei Yingwu let him in was probably to take the opportunity to humiliate him, so he would not let him run away. He was not sure about writing poems and essays, so he just played something else and didn't be too arrogant. Li Zaixing's eyes rolled and saw the throwing pot beside him, and he immediately found a solution.

"Brother Du, let's throw a pot?"

Du Fu shook his head: "My brother, go and play, I want to make some preparations."

Li Zaixing shrugged and did not disturb Du Fu anymore. It can be seen that he was not an impromptu sect like Li Bai, but a repeated scrutiny sect, and he wanted to give him time to slowly figure it out. He turned around and looked at a young man next to him, bowed and smiled: "You guy, can you throw a pot?"

The young man was listening to someone reciting poems. He glanced at Li Zaixing, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Then he put down the wine glass in his hand, and smiled casually, "Okay."

A maid next to him offered arrows. The arrows were more than two feet long, with arrow feathers and no arrows. They were made of mulberry branches and painted in different colors, with twelve sticks of each person. The maid placed the arrows on a wooden tray and placed them in front of Li Zaixing and the young man.

The young man reached out and picked up an arrow, looked at the pot two steps away, and compared it. With a raised hand, the wooden arrow flew out and shot it into the pot accurately. The bottom of the pot was filled with beans, and the arrow collided with the beans, making a slight sound. The young man smiled slightly and bowed, "It's up to you."

Li Zaixing had never played such a game, but he heard from his master that it was nothing more than the strength and accuracy in his hands. He just watched the young man play for a while and probably had a guess in his heart. He picked up an arrow, aimed at the mouth of the pot and threw it out. The arrow raised a lonely line and flew out, but it was a little bit off and failed to hit the mouth of the pot, and shot the round ear beside the pot.

Li Zaixing sighed regretfully: "Shame, I missed the sub-car for the first time."

The young man smiled in surprise and said, "Is this the first time I'm having fun?"

"Yes." Li Zaixing shrugged, pointed to another scholar standing up to recite poems in the distance, and smiled helplessly: "I can't recite poems and write essays, so I have to come and throw a pot. I'm not good at skill, so I can make my husband laugh."

The young man smiled: "The first time he made a shot, he hit the right ear. You are really a lucky guy."

Li Zaixing also said that the young man comforted him, and was about to say it again, the young man explained: "If you don't dislike me for talking too much, I will explain the rules of throwing pots to you. The throwing pot is of course good, but the score is higher..."

The young man whispered and said, while picking up the wooden arrow to demonstrate to Li Zaixing. It can be seen that although he spoke in a slight voice and was a little sissy, his skill in throwing pots was very good, and he could hit at least seven or eight shots. After his explanation, Li Zaixing realized that he had just beaten by chance and had a lucky fortune.

When throwing the pot, there are certain points for the mouth of the pot in the middle, but the score for the ear is higher, which is twice the score for the mouth of the pot. In addition to the part of the pot, the position of the arrow is also very particular. There is a more difficult method of throwing the arrow, but it is not to throw it in, but to put the arrow across the mouth of the pot. This is second only to the technique of throwing all arrows into the mouth of the pot, and you can get fifty points.

The young man was explaining to Li Zaixing. A young man with crooked eyebrows came next to him. He looked at Li Zaixing and the young man and smiled exaggeratedly: "Why, no one is playing with Shiyilang. If you get along with such a country boy, don't you be afraid of being embarrassed?"

The young man frowned and threw the wooden arrow in his hand: "At such a big place, I play with mine, you play with yours, why should Shisanlang fight with each other?" After saying that, he gave Li Zaixing a wink, "This is the son of the Censor and the Prince of the King of Jingzhao, and the Prince of the Guardian Shaoqing Wang Zhun."

Li Zaixing smiled, as if he hadn't heard of it, and continued to fiddle with the wooden arrow in his hand. He had no good feelings for Wang Zhun and didn't want to pay attention to him. However, he was very grateful to the young man. The young man solemnly introduced the official titles of Wang Zhun and his son, so naturally reminded him that this evil young man was not a good man and tried not to provoke him. He could be so attentive to a person who met by chance and didn't even know his name. It can be seen that this man is very kind-hearted, much better than the self-righteous playboy in front of him.

"What are you saying?" Wang Zhun sat beside the young man, squeezed the young man aside, hugged his shoulder and smiled: "I'm afraid you're lonely, so I'm here to play with you, but you ignore me. What's the point? Could it be that I look down on me?"

"How dare you?" The young man laughed forcibly, put the arrow in his hand on the tray, nodded apologetically at Li Zaixing, got up and was about to leave, but Wang Zhun grabbed it.

"Shiyilang, don't leave. I'll throw a pot, so will I. Otherwise, we will compete and the loser will drink a big cup." He said while winking, and reached out to touch the maid's buttocks next to him: "Go, get a big cup for you."

The maid blushed and held her skirt and hurried away.

The young man frowned, wanted to speak but stopped, wanted to break free but didn't dare, so he had to sit down again. Wang Zhun picked up an arrow, narrowed his eyes, glanced for a long time, but the arrow was thrown into the air. Li Zaixing saw it and realized that Wang Zhun's skill in throwing pots was not very good, but he was very powerful. This young man couldn't afford to offend him, so he was unwilling to compete with him. If it were about technology, I was afraid that Wang Zhun would not be able to win the young man's game if he drank the water in the pool today.

At this time, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old hurried over. When she saw the scene, she smiled on her face. She sat beside Wang Zhun and held Wang Zhun's arm intimately: "Shisanlang, why are you here? I'm looking for you everywhere. It's so hard to find it. Let's go and have a drink with me."

Wang Zhun's eyes slanted and he grinned: "Miss Miaoer, why are you willing to come and drink with me today?"

"Shisanlang, what are you saying? Could it be that you have come here and I have neglected you? If my mother heard this, she would have to kill the slave."

"Hahaha, why are you willing to let me go?" Wang Zhun laughed, pinched the little girl's face frivolously, and squeezed her eyes: "Don't worry, it's not too late to see if I beat this Eleven Lang."

The girl glanced at the young man and smiled, "He is clumsy, how could he be Shisanlang's opponent? Otherwise, I will compete with you?"

"That won't work, I'll compete with him today."

Seeing that Wang Zhun grabbed the young man and refused to let go, Li Zaixing bowed: "Wang Jun, how about you fight for Shiyilang? You are just starting to learn and not good at craftsmanship, so you just ask Wang Jun for advice."

Wang Zhun's face sank, he glanced at Li Zaixing, and was furious: "What are you? How dare you compete with me?"

The young man quickly smoothed out the situation and said, "Shisanlang, I'll compete with you, so why bother with outsiders? He has never played with him and is not your opponent, so I'll do it."

When Wang Zhun heard this, he remembered that when he came, it seemed that Shiyilang was explaining the rules of throwing pots to this country boy. It seemed that this boy was right, he was really a novice. His eyes rolled, and then he smiled and said, "Shiyilang, throwing pots is just a game, what's the point of winning or losing? Since he has a good mood, of course I have to play with him." He took a glass cup four or five times larger than an ordinary wine glass from his maid, and smiled sinisterly: "However, if you lose, this wine is indispensable."

Li Zaixing smiled disapprovingly. When he was stationed in Tibet in his previous life, he drank high-quality white wine, which was not comparable to these rice wine. When it comes to drinking, he could make Wang Zhun so hard that he didn't know who his own father was. However, he believed that his skills alone would be enough to win Wang Zhun's drunkenness.

"Of course, a real man is willing to accept the loss, not to mention that there are all good wines here, and the people who serve the wine are all beauties."

As he said that, he blinked at the girl Miao'er. The girl snorted and turned her face away. Li Zaixing didn't care. He had already seen that although this girl was very arrogant, she was actually the prostitute in the yard. Wang Zhun and they coaxed her like a treasure, but he didn't have such elegant pleasure.

In his opinion, prostitutes and girls are just being beaten by others, and they pretend to be pure.

Wang Zhun was very excited and immediately filled the wine glass, then picked up the wooden arrow, glanced at Li Zaixing proudly, and threw it out.

He was lucky this time and actually shot an arrow. Now, not only did he feel so good, but even the girl Miao'er beside him clapped her hands and applauded. Li Zaixing was indifferent, with a light smile on his face. He picked up a wooden arrow, aimed it at it, and then raised his hand and threw it out.

The wooden arrow drew an arc, but failed to hit it, and flew over at the mouth of the pot.

"Hahaha..." Wang Zhun was overjoyed, stood up, shook his head and looked around: "It seems that God wants me to win too. Little lady, if I win today, can I kiss you all the flowers?"

Miao'er glared at Li Zaixing fiercely. Obviously, she had already felt Li Zaixing's disdain for her, which made her very angry. "Whoever can beat his opponent more than 60 points, I will drink with him until dawn. If he can win more than 100 points, I will sleep with him. Do what he says and never break his promise."

Wang Zhun scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. It was not easy to win over 60 with twelve arrows, and it was almost impossible to win a hundredth. Before he could speak, Li Zaixing took over the conversation, neatly and never dragged on: "Okay!"

"Don't rush to applaud." The girl raised her eyebrows: "The person who loses will be punished. My best wine will be cheaper for you. Just learn to bark twice. If you lose 60, you will be 100, and you will be 100."

Li Zaixing raised his eyebrows, feeling a little unhappy, but still nodded: "Okay."

The girl raised her face and looked at Wang Zhun pitifully. When Wang Zhun saw it, she was filled with a bold chest. He stared at Li Zaixing fiercely and said with a grim smile: "A word is certain."

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Chapter completed!