"Nalan Eagle, please announce what the second game will be like."
Emperor Chongzhen said.
Nalan Xiongying said solemnly: "The second round is a competition on horseback shooting. Thirty archery targets are placed on the school's martial arts field. The contestants need to gallop across on horseback. The one who hits the most bull's-eyes wins."
snort!
After Nalan Eagle said that, Nalan Tuji snorted and stood up. Someone brought him a fast horse. Nalan Tuji got on the horse and looked at Lin Fan indifferently.
Lin Fan tapped his toes on the ground, flew up, and landed on the horse, causing everyone to cheer.
"Okay! As expected of the Emperor Wuhou, such light kung fu is beyond the reach of ordinary people!"
"There are not many people in my court who are so good at Qinggong. Thinking of that kind of power, this Emperor Wuhou is really terrifying!"
"Our Ming Dynasty can have such a powerful Emperor Wuhou, who else in the world is our opponent?
…
The officials all said with a smile, Narantuji looked at Lin Fan indifferently, took the quiver handed by the waiter, and galloped away on horseback.
When he circled the school martial arts field, his arrows were all on the thirty arrow targets, and twenty-seven of them hit the bullseye.
"Narantuji, hit thirty arrow targets, twenty-seven of them hit the bull's-eye!"
The waiter shouted loudly, and then put away all Narantuji's arrows.
Lin Fan took the quiver and galloped on his horse. With one punch, all the arrows in his hand were shot out. He got off the horse and stood aside.
The waiter walked over, checked all the arrows, and said: "Marquis Diwu, all thirty arrows hit, and three hit the bull's-eye.
this……
The officials were all speechless and whispered.
"This archery technique is too bad. There are thirty arrow targets, and you hit ten of them, but in the end you hit one."
"Alas! No one is perfect. Emperor Wuhou is already very powerful. No one can match his strength. It's just that his archery skills are poor, but it doesn't matter. There is no need for such precise archery skills on the battlefield."
"Alas! Although the game just now was a bit strange, we lost in the end. It's a pity to lose this game again!"
…
The officials sighed, but Narantuji could not laugh at this time, because each of Lin Fan's twenty-seven arrows that missed the target was in the lower left corner of the target.
The distance of each shot was controlled to perfection, and it could be said that it was exactly the same. This showed that Lin Fan was not unable to hit, but deliberately missed the shot.
As for why the other three arrows hit the bull's-eye, it's very simple. It's because he didn't hit the target. This Lin Fan had such archery skills and deliberately lost to himself.
Does he really not care about winning or losing?
"Your Majesty, I just checked and Lord Wu Hou has indeed lost. However, there is something weird about the target."
Wang Chengen whispered in Chongzhen's ear.
"What's weird again?"
Emperor Chongzhen asked.
Wang Chengen told Emperor Chongzhen about his discovery. Emperor Chongzhen's eyes flashed with light. He controlled the shooting accuracy so well. He was worthy of being his own son.
It's just that you have lost two games in a row, how can I announce it...
"Ahem! I announce that in the second competition, Narantuji wins!"
Although Emperor Chongzhen was helpless, he still announced the matter.
Lin Fan cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I have lost two games in a row, so there is no need to compete in this third game."
"That's fine, Nalan Eagle. You and Shuote have won two games in a row this time, and I will give you a reward."
Emperor Chongzhen said with a smile.
Nalan Eagle also saw the clues of the game just now. In two consecutive games, Emperor Wuhou deliberately let them go, and Emperor Chongzhen said that he would give them rewards.
Is this intentional?
Use rewards to humiliate them and Shuote?
"Your Majesty, we are really ashamed of this reward. However, Xiao Wang also said that if Emperor Wuhou loses this competition, he will not be able to marry my daughter."
"However, the previous two matches will be considered void. The third match will determine the outcome. And the third match will be decided by Your Majesty. How about it."
Nalan Eagle said in a deep voice.
This was a disguised admission of Lin Fan as his son-in-law. After all, deliberately losing two games to them showed that Lin Fan was trying to save their face.
If he said it, he would not take it back. The third competition would be decided by Emperor Chongzhen, and Lin Fan should be the winner.
Emperor Chongzhen said: "It would be a pity if this third competition was canceled. How about this? How about the literary talent of the third competition?"
"Okay! In this third round, my son Narantuji will compete!"
Nalan Eagle said.
His son couldn't read a word, let alone compete with him for literary talent. Regardless of his literary talent, Emperor Wu Hou Lin Fan was at least literate and could definitely beat Nalan Tuji.
"A test of literary talent! This is a bit bullying!"
"Haha! Bullying?
How do I remember that Lord Wuhou deliberately lost to them in the first competition?
Bully them in the third game, what's wrong?"
"If we lose to Your Majesty, the marriage between Lord Wuhou and Princess Nalan will be ruined. Your Majesty also wants to save the face of Lord Wuhou."
"There should be nothing unexpected in this game. After all, Nalan Tuji doesn't even know a few Chinese characters, so there is no way he can compete with Master Wuhou."
…
The officials discussed in low voices.
"Your Majesty, how do you compare this literary talent?"
Lin Fan asked.
"You each compose a poem. When the time comes, the officials present will make a judgment and the best person will win."
Emperor Chongzhen said.
Lin Fan was speechless, why don't you come up with a question...
Lin Fan pondered for a moment and said: "In that case, I will write a limerick. There is a big river that leads to my house. My family lives at the foot of the cool Liang Mountain. The soil at the foot of the mountain is fertile. There are five acres of land and fertile fields with grains.
What are you going to plant?"
Lin Fan directly sang a folk song that he had heard in his previous life. The officials present had their heads filled with black threads, and Emperor Chongzhen also stood there stupidly.
He remembered that his son had good literary talent, but why was he so poor at composing poetry in this place?
Narantu Ji held it in for a long time, but he couldn't hold back a single word. This competition did not require officials to judge, and Lin Fan had already won.
"Hmph! This Lin Fan is really hateful. He knows that Nalan Tuji can't write, but he's doing some bullshit poetry. Is he deliberately humiliating us?"
Nalan Eagle said angrily.
Nalan Yanran said: "Father, anyway, we won two games. If word spreads, we are the one who stole the show. People in the world don't know the whole process of today's competition."
Nalan Xiongying said in a deep voice: "You, if you suffer in the future, who will you cry to?"
Lin Fan won the third game and kept his engagement with Nalan Yanran, but Emperor Chongzhen and Empress Zhou couldn't laugh or cry. A good competition turned into a farce.