The Uighur envoy stood up suddenly and shouted in shock and anger: "What do you mean by this?"
"You're pretty awesome, right?" Xu Zizhen glanced at him and said to Yelufu, "Don't let him die in comfort."
Yelvfu said coldly: "Don't worry, little King Hamili, you won't be able to see him in the coming year."
"You..." The Uighur envoy pointed at Xu Zizhen, but was speechless for a long time. Yelu Dashi's Western Liao army had already invaded the Uighurs and destroyed several cities with thunderous means. Therefore, he was forced to find Jin. The country is asking for help, but it is a pity that the Jin Kingdom seems to have no way to intervene until now, because there is still Xixia between the Jin and the Uighurs. The current ruler Li Renxiao and his father Li Qianshun are not very easy to talk to, so they send troops through the channel? No need to talk about it. .
Everyone else on the stage looked here curiously, not knowing what was going on. Xu Zizhen's voice was not loud, only Yelvfu and the Uighurs could hear it, and his face was very hidden. Xu Zizhen didn't know much about the Uighurs, so he didn't know what was going on. He didn't take it seriously, but just now the Falcon Envoy asked a female student to compete, which aroused his anger.
Wan Yanchang still saw something was wrong, and his face became a little ugly. The Uighurs asked for help from him, and now being humiliated by Xu Zizhen was indirectly humiliating him. The Uighur envoys still glared at Xu Zizhen like a cockfighting cock, Wanyanchang Chang rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, can we still continue the competition?"
Xu Zizhen turned around and glanced at him: "Bi, if you have money, why don't you just make a few cents? Marshal Wan, come down the road."
The corner of Wan Yanchang's mouth twitched: "My surname is Wan Yan!"
Xu Zizhen ignored him, walked to the edge of the stage and stood waiting for him to appoint someone.
Wan Yanchang was angry in his heart and glared at the two Tibetan and Uighur envoys. They were embarrassed. He planned to make Xu Zizhen lose face, but in the end he lost two battles in a row.
He was angry, but his face remained calm, and he pretended to think for a moment and said: "Next, let me make the choice." After saying this, he waved his hand, and the guard behind him brought out a box of gold.
"Hey, will Marshal Wan personally go into battle?" Xu Zizhen crossed his arms and looked at him with interest, "What do you want to compete with?"
Wan Yanchang no longer wanted to argue with him about the surname issue, so he pointed out a guard and jumped off the stage: "Comparison of shooting skills."
Xu Zizhen was stunned for a moment: "Army?"
"Exactly." Wan Yanchang smiled like a fox again and said leisurely, "I have eight thousand taels of gold here, if you win, you can take it, but if I win... you must put the two boxes of gold How about spitting the gold back and writing the word "Douda" on it to me? Mr. Xu, do you dare to give it a try?"
It was surprisingly quiet on and off the stage. No one made any noise this time. After the two competitions just now, everyone was full of confidence in Xu Zizhen.
Xu Zizhen was angry. The Jurchens were a fishing and hunting people, and archery was their strength. This was nothing. He actually had the nerve to use his small skills to make a big difference. In addition, he had to write a word of service himself. Losing gold is a trivial matter, but face must not be lost. , but he knew that if the entire academy was not as good at archery as one hand, this battle was almost certain to be lost.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wan Yanchang felt even more proud. He simply stood up and looked directly at the audience. After scanning around, he still stopped at the Confucian scholars. He stretched out a thick and short finger and pointed: " I will choose...him!"
Everyone followed his finger and saw that he was pointing to the youngest member of the entire academy. He was not even young yet. His temperament was shy, loyal and never quarreled with others. Although he had not been in the academy for a short time, he was extremely popular and well-liked. Everyone likes this little boy.
The crowd suddenly exploded again, and someone in the crowd yelled: "Do you still need to be shameless?!"
Xu Zizhen suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and touched the audience: "What is skin in the world... Marshal Wan, do you really want to choose him?"
Wan Yanchang didn't look at Xu Zizhen's expression, nodded and said with a smile: "Exactly."
"Okay." Xu Zizhen stopped talking nonsense and shouted, "Zhang Baoer, get out of the queue!"
It was Bao'er who was chosen by Wan Yanchang. It was the fat man's misfortune. He thought very well. Even if there were dragons and crouching tigers in the academy, this kid couldn't be that good at shooting, right? He seemed to have seen Xu Zizhen before his eyes.
I'm writing the word "service" now.
Wan Yanchang was secretly proud: "Xu Zizhen, I am not one of those losers. I will let you lose for several battles in a row. If I don't let you get out of here, I will give you your last name!"
Bao'er responded and came to the audience. Zhao Huan was stunned and subconsciously asked: "Child, how old are you this year?"
"Back to the official's house, the student is only fifteen years old."
"Uh..." Zhao Huan was speechless. Wanyanchang was even more shameless than the Uyghurs and Tibetans, so why would a child of this age choose him? Fortunately, it was just a shooting competition and not a close-quarters fight.
A guard behind Wan Yanchang jumped off the stage. Just by looking at his appearance, he knew he was a master. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the tendons on his arms were as bulging as hills.
The guard glanced at Bao'er and took off a long bow from his back. Xu Zizhen suddenly said: "Wait a minute, Marshal Wan, since you have chosen the person, how about I decide the competition?"
Wan Yanchang felt that he was sure of winning, and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Xu, please tell me."
Xu Zizhen thought for a while and walked up to Zhao Huan: "Guan, please lend me two jujubes for use." After saying this, without waiting for a reply, he reached out and took a few jujubes from the fruit plate in front of Zhao Huan, then returned to the edge of the stage.
He took out a few more copper coins and threw two to Bao'er and the guard respectively. "Each of them finds one person as a target, with the date on his head and the copper coins in his mouth. If he shoots, he wins."
The guard was obviously startled and looked at Wan Yanchang hesitantly. Wan Yanchang was also stunned, but at this time he only thought that Xu Zizhen was bluffing again, so naturally he refused to lose the battle, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.
Xu Zizhen turned to the audience and shouted: "Who dares to stand up and act as a target for our Bao'er because he is so handsome?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the students in the audience, whether civil or military, cheered and took a step forward.
Xu Zizhen was stunned, laughed and cursed: "Damn, there are so many people who are not ashamed?" In the midst of laughter, he pointed his hand, "Gu Zhongchen, get out of the queue!"
"Yes!" Gu Zhongchen, who was handsome and handsome in a blue shirt, stood up, walked to the stage, took the dates and copper coins, walked a hundred steps away and stood still, his face calm and calm, without any trace of panic.
On the other hand, the guard sent by Wan Yanchang was not so calm, his face was pale and he looked nervous.
Xu Zizhen suddenly turned around again. After looking around, his eyes stopped on a veteran with gray beard and hair. This veteran was about sixty years old, but he stood as tall as a pine tree and had an extraordinary air of dignity. Xu Zizhen walked up to him and cupped his hands: "This general
, lend me your precious bow."
The veteran was slightly stunned, then took off the precious eagle bow hanging from his waist and handed it over, but hesitated and said: "I have a lot of power with this bow, can that doll pull it?"
Xu Zizhen said: "Old general, don't worry, the students in our college can do anything but bullshit."
The old general was happy and handed the bow into Xu Zizhen's hands, but then he bowed his hand and said in salute: "I, Zongze, have long admired Mr. Xu's name."
Xu Zizhen was about to leave, but when he heard the name, he stopped immediately and said with surprise on his face: "So you are Marshal Zong, whom I have admired for a long time!" He paused and smiled again, "Marshal Zong, I will give you a gift.
Do you want a disciple?" He pointed his finger at Bao'er in the audience.