Chapter 182: Tossing Pots to Promote First Suppression
The elders around all went to the backyard.

Rulan kept encouraging him, and seeing Gu Tingye looking at her with a smug look on his face, Minglan made up her mind and responded crisply:

"Then I will learn from my second uncle's skills!"

"Okay!" Gu Tingye saw Minglan agreed and was afraid that she would go back on her word.

He agreed immediately and hurriedly urged Changbai, who was standing beside him with a helpless look on his face, to help him ask the servants to clean up the place.

Changbai naturally saw through Gu Tingye's plan. Wasn't it just to use his sixth sister as a raft to lure Yu Yanran out?

Although Changbai was not happy, he thought about the handwritten letter from Wang Youjun that Gu Tingye had promised, and had no choice but to agree.

"It's good this way. Sixth sister is always used to shirking responsibilities in front of others. It was okay when she was young, but now that she is older, she can no longer shrink behind others like she did when she was young. Today, Gu Tingye helped to motivate her, so that she can show her face in front of others, and she won't feel uneasy when she gets married in the future."

After a while, a servant came to report that the venue for tossing pots had been prepared, and Changbai immediately led everyone to the front yard.

A group of people immediately hugged each other and walked forward.

Qi Heng originally wanted to go back with Gu Tingye and others after dinner to report, but who would have thought that Gu Tingye would bring up the name of pitching pots and even instigated Minglan to compete.

Qi Heng's legs became unable to move as he was about to go home.

Since Minglan has joined in, I must join in the fun!

At this time, Qi Heng was still grateful to Gu Tingye——

"Second Uncle really treats me well. He even staged this drama just to make it easier for Minglan and I to meet!"

Qi Heng was also unaware of Minglan's skill in pitching the pot, and he just thought that Gu Tingye was trying to help him find a marriage. After all, Gu Tingye had always been instigating Qi Heng to take the initiative, so he, as his uncle, could put up with it a little and help him play the role of a hero saving a beauty!

"So it's supposed to happen today!" Qi Heng was extremely excited at this moment.

Qi Heng had already anticipated the scene in his mind where Gu Tingye would defeat Minglan, and then he would step forward as the prince charming!

Thinking of this, a blush rose on Qi Heng's fair face.

He immediately ran to catch up with Gu Tingye and others.

"Wait, sir..."

At this time, the follower behind Qi Heng quietly pulled his sleeve, leaned over and whispered:
"The princess asked you to go home early to have dinner today..."

Qi Heng pursed his lips slightly, pointed at the sky and frowned at Buwei:

"Look, it's still early today, why are you in such a hurry? I'll go play pot-throwing for a while, and then I'll come home as soon as possible."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and rushed towards the backs of the crowd.

He was a little helpless, but seeing that the young master was so elegant, he, as a servant, dared not say anything and could only follow him quickly.

"Second brother, I'm a little tired. I want to go back to my room to rest first." Among the people who left first, Molan saw that Qi Heng did not follow, and thought that Qi Heng did not go to the game of tossing pots and wanted to go home. Molan herself has never liked such tricks, so she said goodbye immediately.

Changbai knew that Molan didn't like pitching pots, so he nodded in understanding and said:

"It's still cold in early spring. Since Fourth Sister is not feeling well, please go back to your room. I'll take care of you here."

"Ok!"

Molan nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

But who would have thought of this turn.

But he happened to meet Qi Heng who had just caught up.

Qi Heng was immediately surprised, but he didn't care why Molan suddenly returned. He was just anxious to catch up and join in the fun, so he just smiled and nodded at Molan, then passed by her and caught up with the crowd.

Seeing Qi Heng walking forward, the faint smile on Molan's face and her right hand, which was tidying up her bangs, froze involuntarily.

At this time, the personal maid Bi Tao said:

"Miss, are we still going back to Linqi Pavilion? But the young master is here..."

Molan immediately frowned and glared at Bitao, secretly cursing her for being so tactless and saying that a dog could not spit out ivory.

"Reply to what?"

Molan looked back at Qi Heng's figure and said softly:

"Go back to the house and help me dress up again, and get some tea before coming back."

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

In the open space in the front yard of the Sheng family.

The servants had already set out the equipment for pitching pots, the pot and the arrows.

Three bronze pots were placed in the center of the venue. The middle one had a smaller spout, and two hollow ears on both sides with a slightly larger diameter.

A piece of colorful satin had been placed in the corridor to mark the position where the players of the pot-tossing game stood.

Bronze boxes for arrows were placed on both sides of the colorful satin.

This type of arrow is specially made and is lighter and thinner than arrows used in bows.

Gu Tingye was the first to walk in front of Caiduan and stand.

He picked up the arrow from the bronze box and weighed it in the palm of his hand. After roughly estimating its weight, he looked at Minglan who was already standing on the side.

Seeing Minglan also holding the arrow in her hand to estimate the weight, and even picking it up to try the feel, Gu Tingye then took Minglan's ability in throwing the pot seriously.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

Minglan's performance clearly shows that she is not a weak player in pitching pots.

"Minglan, you are young and your uncle won't bully you. Tell me, should we play the game of tossing pots according to the rules of Yangzhou or the rules of Bianjing?" Gu Tingye asked.

The rules of throwing pots vary slightly in different places.

When he was in Yangzhou, Gu Tingye heard that the rules of pitching pots in Yangzhou were different from those in Bianjing, so he wanted to try his hand.

There are many differences in the methods of counting chips in Yangzhou and Bianjing.

The first is the time requirement.

There is a time limit for Yangzhou throwing pots. Once the time is up, the score is calculated based on the number of chips thrown into the pot and the number of arrows that miss.

Bian Jing was different.

The game of tossing arrows in Bian Jing has always been played by two people, each holding eight arrows. There is no time limit and the number of arrows thrown is counted based on the number of arrows hit.

And finally, let’s talk about the results, starting with the whole pot.

That is, if all the arrows hit the target, then no matter how many chips each side has in the end, the person who has thrown all the chips will be considered the winner, even if his number of chips is lower than that of others.

Only when both sides have a full pot, can the number of chips each side has be calculated.

The method of calculating the number of chips is also different.

Although the calculation method for calculating the number of chips in the two places is the same, the specific numbers are different.

For example, the Guan'er in Yangzhou is four chips, while that in Bianjing is ten chips, and there are also slight differences in other places.

"When I was in Yangzhou, I followed the rules of Yangzhou. Now that I am in Bianjing, I naturally follow the rules of Bianjing."

Minglan tilted her little face up, and the early spring sunshine sprinkled on her fair face, making her look very pretty and lovely. This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Qi Heng who had just arrived, and the joy in his heart surged in his chest.

"Then who goes first?" "I'm the elder, so I should give way to you. You go first!" Gu Tingye glanced at Yu Yanran who was following behind Minglan, and immediately put on a face full of courage, as if he was going to let Minglan shoot an arrow.

Minglan nodded slightly, frowned, and took a close look at the three pots in front of her with the arrow in her hand.

After a moment, the arrow drew a smooth arc in the air and fell straight into the pot.

"Youchu, the first arrow hit the Hukou, six sister, ten points!" Changbai dismissed all the servants in the surrounding family and volunteered to be the announcer. When he saw Minglan hit the Hukou with the first arrow, he shouted happily.

"Yeah! Good job, Sixth Sister!"

When Rulan and Yu Yanran saw this, they immediately surrounded Minglan and kept congratulating her. They looked happier than when they had made the shot themselves.

As the three girls cheered happily, the sound of arrows and three pots colliding suddenly rang out on the field.

"Dang~!"

Changbai's slightly lower voice was then heard in the courtyard. There was no congratulations, only dejection.

"[First piercing the ear], Gu Tingye's first arrow hit the ear of the pot, and he got 20 points."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tingye immediately turned his head and looked at Changbai.

"What do you mean? Seeing your brother is about to get the beauty, you feel unhappy, right? The voice of congratulation is so low, if you don't know, you would think I lost..."

Minglan and Yu Yanran were smiling brightly, but when they turned around, they found that they were overtaken by Gu Tingye, and their faces immediately drooped.

Rulan clenched her fist again and encouraged:

"It's okay, Sixth Sister, Second Uncle Gu must have guessed it, just make one more shot!"

Yu Yanran also encouraged from the side:

"Yeah! Minglan, come on!"

Minglan regained her confidence because of the comfort of the two sisters. She immediately frowned and puffed up her face to play the pot again.

"Ding! [Hit in a row]! Sixth sister hits the pot mouth and gets another five chips!"

Changbai's loud cheers rang out again.

Gu Tingye didn't care at all. He just picked up the arrow and took a look, then shot again.

"Ding! [Continuous hits], Gu Tingye wins ten points."

Changbai's voice dropped again.

This obvious difference in treatment made Gu Tingye look sideways on the spot, but Changbai glared at him fiercely.

"..."

Gu Tingye touched his nose slightly embarrassedly.

"Isn't it just suppressing your sixth sister? Why are you so fierce? Don't forget the handwritten letter from Wang Youjun that I promised to give you!"

Changbai: If it wasn’t written by Wang Youjun, you would have been kicked out of the Sheng family by now.

At this time, the three girls on Minglan's side had gathered together, discussing with each other how to resolve the situation.

The situation is now very clear. Guan Er was able to guess it once, but twice was not a matter of luck. It is obvious that Gu Tingye is just as he boasted, an expert in pitching pots.

Although they knew that Minglan was also very good at pitching pots, she had lost the initiative and had been surpassed by Gu Tingye by 15 points.

Even if he started to play the more difficult game of pot-shooting now, it would be difficult to surpass Gu Tingye. After all, Gu Tingye was obviously not bad.

After thinking for a while, the three of them finally came up with a solution.

"Sixth sister, just continue to cast the simplest Hukou!"

"Yes, Minglan! Let Gu Tingye continue to shoot at Guan'er. As long as we keep hitting Hukou, even if his chips are higher, we will win if he loses one arrow!"

"Uh-huh!"

"How is it, have you come to a conclusion?" Gu Tingye smiled triumphantly over there, but was met with angry glares from the three girls.

But Gu Tingye didn't care.

Lovers must start with communication. Because of his bad reputation in Bian Jing, he has never been able to get in touch with Yu Yanran. Now, no matter what, as long as Yu Yanran has feelings for him, it will be enough.

Even if it's a bad beginning, it's still a beginning, right?
This is always faster than staying at home and daydreaming about adulthood!
When we have more contact, I can act as a hero and save the beauty a few more times. Wouldn't this immediately change my image in Yu Yanran's mind?
It is always impressive when evil people turn to good.

Moreover, Gu Tingye had already found out from Yang Wenyuan that Yu Yanran's sister, Yu Yanhong, was not nice to her. Yang Wenyuan even helped to resolve a dilemma at a polo match.

Aren’t all the clown characters and scenes in this play complete?
Gu Tingye was already looking forward to the polo match in Jinmingchi in the future.

"Minglan hits the Hukou, and gets another five chips!"

At this time, Changbai's singing woke Gu Tingye up.

Facing Minglan and Rulan behind her, Yu Yanran's nervous but hopeful gaze, Gu Tingye smiled faintly and raised his arrow again, aiming at the pierced ear...

finally.

After Changbai's voice experienced six ups and downs, the result is freshly released.

"Gu Tingye wins with 90 chips!"

Feeling that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Gu Tingyu looked calm and composed.

Competitions between capable people are so plain and boring.

He naturally saw through Minglan's plan, but he did not intend to switch to the safe game of tossing the pot, but continued to do his own thing and hit the target.

This is the feeling of being in control of the whole situation!
"Second Uncle, how about we play another round?"

Minglan felt somewhat unwilling. After all, she had thrown the first shot just now to be safe, and threw it at Hukou. Otherwise, if she had known that Gu Tingye was going to throw it at Guan'er, she would have followed suit and would not have been forced to hope that Gu Tingye would make a mistake because of the huge score difference.

"Oh?"

Gu Tingye's inquiring eyes and his hesitant statement made Minglan's face flush deeply, and she felt her cheeks were burning.

"Could it be that Second Uncle thinks I'm cheating?" An idea suddenly popped up in Minglan's mind, and then it took root and sprouted immediately.

Gu Tingye's long silence made Minglan feel under great pressure. She was afraid that everyone would think she couldn't afford to lose. She was about to admit defeat, but she heard Gu Tingye say:

"Of course we have to play a round!"

Gu Tingye's affirmative tone made Minglan feel relieved. Yu Yanran, who was in the corridor, saw that Gu Tingye did not take the opportunity to make trouble, but instead helped to speak. She breathed a sigh of relief and compared it with Gu Tingye's arrogant performance just now, she quietly developed a good impression of him.

However, these beautiful views are like green plants in the desert, tiny and insignificant. If they are not irrigated in time, they will soon be covered by layers of sand.

"Just now, Minglan, you voted first. Now it's my turn to vote first. In comparison, this seems fair!"

Yang Wenyuan, standing aside, had a half-smile on his face.

What a person who wants to be strong but suppresses it first!
These methods of Gu Tingye were naturally immature in Yang Wenyuan's eyes, but after looking at the expressions of the people present, Yang Wenyuan had to admit that Gu Tingye's method was indeed effective.

Gu Tingye finished speaking.

At this moment, Molan, who had been dressed up again, arrived, followed by a maid carrying a tea tray.

"I was afraid that everyone was thirsty, so I went back to the room to make some tea. Why don't you take a rest and have some tea?" Molan's tone was gentle, and there was no sign of her decisiveness in leaving just now.

(End of this chapter)