A noble son from a poor family

On the side of the City Lord's Mansion is a woman with a high ponytail, a goose egg face, a tall figure, a delicate figure, and an extremely beautiful face. The woman was dressed in a black suit, with a cold expression, sitting on a horse, calmly, and a heroic beauty. Chu Yunhao hadn't seen it before, thinking that he should have rushed over from behind, and he stayed at the back of the team, so he didn't see it. After all, the City Lord's Mansion here, including the guards Ma Fulang, and the middle and lower people, add up to fifty or sixty people.

looked at the beauty, and then looked at the horse she was riding, this horse was black all over, the hair was as smooth and dazzling as silk, the four hooves were slender and powerful, tall and handsome, this is a sweaty horse. Chu Yunhao was taken aback, he was so excited to see the sweaty BMW here, this horse was still so beautifully maintained.

Brother Chu, this is the sister, Zhao Mingyue, nineteen years old, in the boudoir, the sister has been a boy since she was a child, likes to play guns and sticks, especially loves horseback riding, this horse is a sweaty BMW from the Western Regions, originally with the little sister's riding skills, plus this sweaty BMW, there is a good chance to win the equestrian competition, but, some time ago, the sweaty BMW suddenly thinned, and it took two days to cure, the little sister was in a bad mood for a while because of her love for horses, so she didn't pay much attention to people.

The little marquis said on the side, when he talked about the sparse horses, his tone was a little heavier, Chu Yunhao knew that this might be the other party's next act, Chu Yunhao nodded.

On the opposite side, it is a brother in a brocade dress, the son is quite good-looking, but his expression is a little obscene, and the white horse ridden by the son is also a sweaty horse, looking at the same tall and divine horse, but it is still slightly inferior to the black horse ridden by Zhao Mingyue.

Zhao Mingyue, you are a girl who is not at home and stays honestly, what is the matter with coming out to watch the flowers and show up. Brother Gongzi said with a displeased face.

What am I doing, what does it have to do with you, Tian Shaojun, are you too lenient. Zhao Mingyue said coldly.

Of course it matters, but you're my daughter-in-law who hasn't passed through the door, what's the matter, I can't control you anymore. Brother Gongzi said loudly.

Tian Shaojun, you still have to be shameless, the marriage book has already been returned to your home, there is no relationship between you and me, and there will be no intersection in the future, you still have to focus on yourself. Zhao Mingyue said with a frosty face.

Whether to withdraw from the marriage or not, this is not up to your family, my uncle Mingguo Guild said kind words in front of the Son of Heaven and begged the Son of Heaven to give us a marriage. Tian Shaojun said proudly.

You, shameless. Zhao Mingyue pointed at the other party with a horsewhip in her hand, and her face turned red with anger.

Zhao Mingyue, in today's fight, you don't want to win, if you beg me, I can consider releasing the water. Tian Shaojun smiled obscenely, lowered his voice and said.

Hmph, mind your own business. Zhao Mingyue said coldly. Then don't turn your head and ignore it again, this scumbag, phew.

The equestrian rules are very simple, cross all kinds of roadblocks, get the mutton on the high platform at the end of the line, whoever gets it first wins, this is another game that only admits to win or lose, there is no scoring on both sides of the competition, if nothing else, this competition can basically determine the final win or lose.

Under the order of the county commander Liu An, the two rode their horses and ran at the same time. Equestrian sports, in addition to the horse to be good, the most important thing is the cooperation between the horse and the rider, which requires a lot of long-term training, and the horse's absolute familiarity with the command to obey in order to wave the arm. Equestrian sports are very ornamental, over the horse rejection pile, jump over the horse rope, cross the horse barrage, the galloping and vigorous posture, straight to see the surrounding crowd applauded.

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two horses were originally going hand in hand, but when there were still a few roadblocks, Zhao Mingyue's horse was obviously half a beat slower, and in the end, Tian Shaojun took the lead and got up to take the mutton on the high platform at the finish line. Tian Shaojun picked up the leg of mutton, screamed and ran around the field before going back, but Zhao Mingyue was stunned, so angry that tears flowed out.

It's over, the score was overtaken by them again, and the little marquis sat there weakly, in a cold sweat. Suddenly, the little marquis grabbed Chu Yunhao's shoulder: Brother Chu, the next thing is all up to you, if Brother Chu can help my city lord's mansion win this competition, my city lord's mansion is willing to thank you with ten thousand gold.

Feeling the trembling hands of the little marquis, Chu Yunhao sighed in his heart, in the current situation of the little marquis, it is indeed not suitable for competition, archery, how can you do it without a pair of stable hands. The little marquis is still too young, and when he encounters something, it will be chaotic, but the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear, if he encounters today's incident himself, can he still be so calm and calm, just afraid, it will be difficult! Chu Yunhao nodded, and the little marquis let go.

After a while of preparation, the archery competition officially began, Chu Yunhao carried a bow and arrow, and walked into the martial arts arena in a hurry, archery as the finale of the whole field, and the final competition was divided into two rounds of foot shooting and mounted archery, which started first is foot shooting.

In the ancient martial arts examination, foot shooting generally did not exceed 100 steps, about 80 meters, and modern international competitions, it was 70 meters, but today's foot shooting, but 150 steps, about 120 meters away, this distance, the rifle may not be accurate, archery, probably can only look at the providence.

Now, Zhao Banshan and his son Zhao Mingyuan are already completely cold, completely desperate, when the rules of the competition are announced, their hearts have been completely dead, this distance, except for the person who can shoot the two-stone hard bow, there is no other possibility, even if he can open the two-stone hard bow, unless it is a real divine shooter, otherwise it will not be accurate, and Chu Yunhao does not look like he can open a two-stone hard bow, as for the divine shooting, it is even more impossible.

Hey, it's still too naïve, how can I fight the royal family with the support of the emperor, but if I lose like this, I'm really unwilling! Zhao Banshan grabbed the chair and the armrests with both hands, and looked at Chu Yunhao deadly, surely, there must still be a chance, this posterity poetry painting is so good, archery must also be good.

Chu Yunhao stood there and calmed down, the opponent in front of him was a man with a head taller than him, and the opponent was holding a two-stone hard bow, such an opponent, the sense of oppression was too strong, Chu Yunhao had to calm his mind.

Chu Yunhao and the macho man stood still dozens of steps apart, when it was announced that the competition had begun, the two of them glanced at each other, the macho man smiled contemptuously, disdainful, Chu Yunhao compared the middle finger, and he didn't know that the macho man understood what it meant, anyway, the field was to be recovered. Then the two men bent their bows and arrows and began to shoot at the target in front of them.

How can he be this offspring again, he can shoot arrows, just a weak scholar, how can he compare with other strong men.

Maybe, the city lord's mansion admitted defeat here, and deliberately found this weak scholar to go up and give the emperor a soft suit, how do you say they can fight the emperor, people can set whatever rules they want, and they can play how they want, how can this be compared.

It's a pity that the Anqing Hou family has been building for two hundred years, I'm afraid it can't be kept, it is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!

If he loses, the little marquis's Anqing army will probably disperse, and the northwest frontier will have one less strong army that can fight and resist the Shaluo people.

This is not enough, in the end, the Anqing army is the army of King An's army, and there are at least a dozen city lords in King An's line, if the Marquis of Anqing falls, the other marquis should also find a way to maintain the Anqing army.

What you said also makes sense, but without the support of the City Lord's Mansion, I am afraid that I will not be able to command the Anqing Army in the future.

Then they have to have someone from other Hou Ye in their vein, it's not that I said, except for the little Hou Ye, everyone else in their vein is straw bales, if they lead the army, I'm afraid that the Anqing army will disperse sooner or later, and then it will not be scattered by itself, but will be beaten by the Shaluo people.

Hey, there are always people who want to fight for power and profit, and they won't care about this, otherwise you see that the current royal family, the vassal king, and the son of heaven are not fighting happily now.

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Is his bow weird, I haven't seen this bow before?

No matter how good the bow is, it doesn't have to be used by people, what does it have to do with the bow, ah, this is the fifth arrow, except for one arrow that is a little off, the others are in the bull's-eye, how is this done.

The strong man is also very powerful, but it is a little worse than the next life, and he missed two of the same five arrows.

This is the eighth arrow, but alas, it still missed a little.

Ah, this strong man missed the target, and he didn't even hit this arrow.

It seems that he was forced to be anxious by this posterity, and he lost his head in a momentary panic, you look at this posterity, he has never looked at him when he is calm and relaxed, this is his own blockage.

This is the tenth arrow, the last arrow, so excited, I'll go, it's the heart again, this arrow god. Ten arrows, except for two that are a little off, the others are all hitting the bull's-eye, this offspring, this ability, it's a pity not to test martial arts.

Hey, why did the two arrows in the back of the strong man shoot so far away, is this a collapse of mentality

Hahaha, Marquis Anqing should be stable this time, with this posterity, the position of the city lord's mansion, I am afraid that the royal family will not be able to take it away.

Hahaha... , good archery, good archery, wonderful, wonderful, Zhao Banshan was already desperate, but then Chu Yunhao's performance made his mood go straight to the clouds, he was completely out of shape this time, and the grinning smile at the root of his mouth couldn't help it at all!

The target of the first round of foot shooting was collected, and the results were quickly counted, Chu Yunhao scored 9.5 points, and the strong man scored 6.5 points.

Soon, the score is about to be even, Zhao Mingyuan took a pen and paper and sketched there, lowered his head and counted what was written, his face was red from excitement, and he muttered to himself.

Brother, what is the origin of this Chu Xiong, it is just that the painting and poetry are so powerful, how did this magic marksmanship come about, this one hundred and fifty step target, I am afraid that there are few people in the world who can shoot accurately! Zhao Mingyuan's side was originally Chu Yunhao's seat, but at this time, a pretty girl sat and asked. This girl is Zhao Mingyuan's sister Zhao Mingyue.

Little sister, you have to have more contact with Brother Chu in the future, Brother Chu is a man of God, you are close in age, you should have a lot to say, if the little sister is interested, it is not impossible to attach it for life! Zhao Mingyuan quipped.

Come less, you don't have to worry about my affairs, brother, have you finished writing, give me a pen and paper to copy the poem, this pipa is good, it's just too long, I can't remember. Zhao Mingyue said.

Okay, give it to you, give it to you, you don't like people, what are you doing copying other people's poems, okay, don't make fun of you, they're going to compete in riding and shooting. Zhao Mingyuan originally wanted to make fun of the little sister again, but when he saw that the riding and shooting was about to start, he hurriedly sat down and said.

Zhao Mingyue was about to pinch her brother, but when she heard this, she immediately sat down and looked at the figure on the field seriously.