The young master who spoke is the eldest son of the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion and Han Boyan, the brother of Han Yufu. This year, he is 28 years old.

He had some friendship with Li Yan. They were classmates back then and knew that Li Yan was not a person who used to use his left hand, so he had this question.

Han Boyan's words attracted the attention of people around him. Wei Yuan was playing with the feather arrow in his hand. Hearing him, he raised his eyes and looked at Li Yan. His eyes were dark and his face had not changed much. His hand holding the arrow tightened without a trace. His eyes drooped slightly and fell on Li Yan's right arm.

Li Yan put his arm on his legs and said without changing his face: "I just got cramped in my right hand."

As he said that, he reached out and took another feather arrow with his right hand, aimed at the mouth of the Tianqiu bottle pot, and threw it in accurately again. The arrow hit the mouth of the pot, making a crisp sound.

Others cheered. The hostility in Wei Yuan's eyes flashed. Li Yan seemed to be no different from what he had just done. However, for those who were used to using their right hand, the throwing was not as accurate as the left hand. Moreover, when Li Yan threw the pot, his right hand trembled slightly, which was extremely inconspicuous. The people around him did not pay attention, but Wei Yuan captured it accurately.

After two rounds, only Wei Yuan, Wei Xu, Su Zhi, Lu Jianghuai and Li Yan were left in the field.

They were getting farther and farther away from the pot, except for the first round Li Yan used his left hand, and the next one was his right hand.

The first one in this round was Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan held the feather arrow in his hand and suddenly laughed and said, "It's not interesting to just throw it like this. Why don't we change the method." As he said that, he asked the servant Chen Qin to bring a long bow and pointed to the willow tree on the shore in front of him, and said, "It's better to put the pot in that place. Let's pull the bow and shoot arrows. Whoever can shoot the arrow into the pot will win."

The shore is about fifty steps away from where he is standing, and the bottle mouth is facing upward, which increases the difficulty. Not only should you master the direction, but you should also master the strength and the angle of the arrow falling, which is quite a test of people's archery skills.

None of the people had any objections. Wei Qing put away one of his legs and sat down the Xinyan Tower casually, his mood was a little disappointed.

He was not interested in throwing pots, he was only interested in Su Xi.

Wei Yuan looked at Li Yan beside him and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "What do you think Mr. Li thinks?"

Li Yan responded softly, without looking at Wei Yuan's eyes, and said, "Everything is OK."

Wei Yuan sneered. Archery is not as good as throwing a pot. Punching a pot only tests the strength of the wrist, but shooting an archery requires pulling the bowstring and exerting force on the entire arm. If Li Yan's right hand is injured, he will not be able to complete this series of movements.

Sure enough, when it was Li Yan's turn, he was obviously slow, and then he tried hard to pull out a whole bow and shot an arrow into the air. The arrow headed down and landed half a foot away from the mouth of the Hukou, without hitting it.

It was no surprise that this comparison method was tricky. Except for Wei and Su Zhi, the rest of the people were shot empty.

Li Yan handed the longbow to the palace servant behind him and walked behind the crowd.

This is the Imperial Garden, and behind it is the concubines' bedroom. He shouldn't be able to walk far. Wei Yuan's eyes sank, looking at his right hand that was unnaturally hanging down beside him. Because Li Yan was wearing a mysterious purple robe today, he couldn't tell whether his arms were soaked in blood. He waved, called the guard Chen Qin behind him, and whispered: "Follow him."

Chen Qinying is. On the other side, several children of aristocratic families are praising Wei and Su Zhi's archery skills.

Su Zhi was naturally cold and not approachable, so most people surrounded Wei Xi to ask for advice on archery techniques. Wei Xi turned his eyes and looked faintly in the direction of Wei Yuan and Li Yan. After a while, he withdrew his gaze, and there was a smile on his lips that seemed to be there and there was no place.

*

This end, Zhaoyang Palace.

The spring is in full bloom and flowers are blooming. The Empress invites the noble women to go to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the flowers and view the scenery. Wei Deyin is allergic to pollen, so the Empress asks her to stay in Zhaoyang Hall. The lively hall just now suddenly becomes empty and everyone leaves. Deyin's eyes are filled with loss. Su Xi felt soft and said she wants to stay with her.

Fu Yi walked to the door and suddenly remembered something. He stopped and said to Princess Yu beside him: "Mom, Baoer just kicked me twice. I am not very strong now, so I won't go to appreciate the flowers anymore. Let's stay here."

Princess Yu was quite concerned about the child in her belly. When she heard her say this, she naturally agreed, "Then stay and rest well, don't be tired."

Fu Yi nodded gently. Then he sent someone to say something to Queen Liu and returned to the hall.

Su Xi and Wei Deyin were sitting on the warm couch. When Fu Yi came in, Su Xi was holding Wei Deyin's hand and teaching her to write with strokes.

The two sat in front and behind. Wei Deyin knew that Su Xi was holding a doll in her belly, and she sat in Su Xi's arms in a regular manner, not daring to move around. Fu Yi smiled and walked up to the two of them and said, "What is Princess Deyin writing? I wonder if I can ask me to take a look too?"

After saying that, after seeing the words in his pen, he was stunned.

The handwriting on the rice paper is graceful and lively, as gentle as a tree, as gentle as a breeze, as high as a breeze, as high as a thin and clean, is full of good handwriting. It has the character of Mrs. Wei of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Even Fu Yi has practiced for so many years, he may not be able to write such words. She looked at the hand holding Wei Deyin's little hand, which was slender and tender, like a green onion like bamboo shoots, so white that there was no flaw. Going upwards, there was Su Xi's delicate and clear appearance.

Fu Yi didn't know that she could write such a charming word.

Su Xi stopped writing, raised her eyes and looked at Fu Yi, and was stunned, and greeted with a smile: "Sister Yi."

Wei Deyin stayed in Su Xi's arms and refused to come out. She smiled and her loss had disappeared without a trace. She said, "Aunt Xi is teaching me to write "The Collection of Famous Sages" - a gentleman is open and a villain is always worried. Do you want to read it? Is it well written?"

She was only five years old, so naturally these words could not be written by her, but by Su Xi holding her hand. If Fu Yi nodded, she would praise Su Xi in disguise. Fu Yi smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and said "Okay".

Wei Deyin was very satisfied and looked up at Su Xi, "Aunt Xi, let's continue writing. What is the next sentence?"

Su Xi nodded to Fu Yi, and then continued to teach Wei Deyin to write.

Fu Yi walked to the vine-faced arhat on the other side and sat down to taste tea.

Wei Deyin was so excited that she was much more serious than when the master in the study room taught her to study. However, after all, she was a child, and she was very popular for three minutes, and after a while, she couldn't hold on. She closed her eyes and lay drooping in Su Xi's arms, and soon fell asleep.

Su Xi was worried that she would catch a cold sleep here, so she asked Madam Jiang to take her back to the room.

After Wei Deyin left, only Su Xi and Fu Yi were left in the warm pavilion. Su Xi didn't want to be alone with Fu Yi. She asked someone to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the small table of vermilion mother-of-pearl, so she stood up and prepared to go to the back garden to enjoy the flowers with everyone.

A maid passed by behind her and held a cup of Wuyi tea that had just been brewed in her hand. She staggered back and loosened her hands. Most of the Wuyi tea was poured on Su Xi.

The maid was Fu Yi's man. Just now, Fu Yi said she wanted to drink tea, so she went outside to serve a cup. Seeing that the trouble had happened, she hurriedly knelt on the ground in panic and blamed herself: "I deserve to die, please calm down the wives of the Prince of Jin..."

Su Xi frowned, but she didn't expect that there was such a clumsy maid next to Fu Yi.

Fortunately, the tea was not too hot and did not burn herself. However, after splashing like this, her skirt was wet, and there were a few tea leaves hanging on her head, so she must not be able to wear it anymore.

Tingyan, who was standing beside him, was a little angry and scolded Su Xi: "How did you walk? What if you hurt my wife?"

The maid curled up and cast a look at Fu Yi for help. Fu Yi sat up from the Arhat collapse and walked forward. Seeing that Su Xi was wearing a white-toothed colorful embroidered skirt with a hundred birds and a horse-faced face. Tea leaves were splashed on her head, leaving a mottled brown-yellow mark, which was quite obvious. She frowned, then scolded the clumsy maid a few words, and turned to Su Xi and said, "Sister Xi, I offended you, I apologize to you on her behalf. I will punish her well after I go back. Don't be angry with me."

Su Xi pursed her lips. It was fake not to be angry, and she was a little stuffy. She happened to not bring too much clothes when she went out today. She was now covered in tea. After a while, the Empress and everyone came back. Wouldn't it be rude to see her like this?

Fu Yi saw her concerns and said in a sensible way: "I just happened to have an extra skirt today. Sister Xi is about the same shape as me. If you don't dislike me, why don't I go and change it to you."

Now that I had no choice but to do this. Su Xi hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Thank you, Sister Yi."

Fu Yi smiled slightly and said, "It's my maid who is rude first. Just don't blame me, and you'll say thank you. Sister Xi is waiting for me for a while, and I'll be back later."

Su Xi nodded slightly.

Fu Yi led her maid out of the warm pavilion and walked to the end of the corridor, but did not continue to walk forward and stopped. She raised her eyes and looked at the plaque. She saw the words "Pengying Hall" written on it. She stood at the door for a while and saw that there was no one around, so she pushed the door open and entered.

Close the door, she asked the maid behind her and said, "Have you brought the things?"

The maid lowered her head and looked timid and frightened like she had just now. She took out a sky-blue porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to Fu Yi and said, "I've brought it, please see, madam."

Fu Yi took it and saw that the bottle was clean and there was nothing written. He couldn't tell what he was doing from the outside.

The maid thought Fu Yi didn't believe it, and added: "Don't worry, Madam, the woman told me that this thing was colorless and tasteless, and others would definitely not smell it. Just drop a drop in the cage, it would be enough to confuse people's mind..."

Fu Yi held the bottle, and waved his hand and said, "You go down."

The girl lowered her head and said, "Yes," she left Pengying Hall.

Pengying Hall is a side hall next to Zhaoyang Hall. It is usually almost human, and the Empress rarely comes here. The decorations inside are very complete, and the beds and beds are neatly folded. Fu Yi walked to the gilded auspicious beast incineration furnace, and the incense was swaying, and the hall emitted a faint fragrance. She opened the porcelain bottle and poured a drop into it as the maid said. After a pause, she was worried that it would not work, so she added two or three more drops.

*

Xinyan Tower.
Chapter completed!