I won't let the king succeed

Chapter 19
"Okay, stop talking, I'll do the lottery," said the prince.

"Your Highness, do you need to comfort Mr. Ouyang for the second place?" Mr. Li who stood by was one of the three Mr. Li who met Zhao Li and An Mengjie just now and was taught a lesson by Ouyang.

Before the crown prince could answer, he heard Mr. Lian's playful laughter from beside him: "Yes, Your Highness, no matter how you participate in the competition, you have to give a consolation prize!"

"Brother Ouyang, what award do you want?" Mr. Yu over there also booed.

"Use Mengmeimei's hairband..." Zhao Li pulled the hairband from An Mengjie's head and folded it. The two beauties in the capital cannot be taken advantage of by Zhao Nibai. No one owns my things. If you want, sister Nani's brocade belt can't be allowed.

An Mengjie's scalp tightened, and she was suddenly pulled by Zhao Li, her black hair fell loose, revealing her exquisite appearance.

"Sister Li, what are you doing?" Zhao Rui was a little angry seeing Zhao Li's reckless appearance.

"The headband is good," Zhao Li didn't expect anyone to agree with him. Zhao Li turned his head to look, but saw that the person who spoke had a sinister look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It was Mr. Li who was harboring evil intentions.

"Since everyone has no objection," the prince said to a young man beside him with a smile, "Yizhi, it depends on your skill. You can just lift Mu'er's poem on your hairband with your small script."

"That's what I mean!" This young man named Yizhi neither wore his hair in a bun nor wore a crown, his black hair was tied behind his head, and the corners of his slender eyes slanted, and he held them back casually. Ruo Wu smiled: "Brother Mu, it's my honor to give you an inscription."

"Yi Zhi is being polite," Li Mu said in a leisurely tone, with a calm expression, and his eyes were slightly deep: "Then I will wait for your masterpiece."

"Mu'er," the crown prince cleared his throat and smiled, "There are no outsiders in the school, Wang Yizhi, whose surname is Ji from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty."

Everyone was shocked, and An Mengjie felt the same way. The Langya Wang family came from the surname of Ji. Ji Jin, the prince of the Lingwang of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, was deposed as a commoner because of his direct remonstrance. "Wang" is the clan.From Zong Jing down to the fifteenth generation as Wang Jian, Wang Jian and his sons Wang Ben and Sun Wangli were all generals of the Qin State for three generations. There are 92 prime ministers represented by Wang Ji, Wang Dao, Wang Xizhi, Wang Yuanji, etc., and more than 600 famous scholars.

Mr. Yu looked at Li Mu with a casual smile in his eyes: "It is the son of Langya Wang's family, the royal censor of the capital, who is good at calligraphy."

If you just talk about appearance, this man is not Wang, at most he is a tie with everyone present, but after saying this surname and standing there, the whole person has a hard-to-look gaze.

Everyone looked at him with more admiration than before, obviously standing still, but An Mengjie had an illusion that the person in front of him was like a floating cloud, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch him.

Coupled with his eclectic literati temperament, compared with the previous prince, he is graceful and domineering. Standing together, there is a strange atmosphere of strong contrast.

But with Li Mu and Ouyang Zhuyu in front, even the turmoil caused by Wang Yizhi has subsided. Li Mu seems to be a mountain that people look up to, unattainable.The corners of Ouyang's chin showed some youthful vigor, and the sunny eyes showed the freehand brushwork of spring.

These two are even more outstanding in style, but how could these two outstanding talents be rewarded with a small hair tie.

Over there, the prince sent someone to take out the pen and paper. Wang Yizhi had already written the poem for the competition, dried it, and hung it up.

The prince praised: "Yizhi, the more you write, the better."

Wang Yizhi was still quite modest: "No, no, it's better to read Brother Li's poems, not mine."

An Mengjie's heart is clear: The highlight of this beauty competition is the two young masters Li Mu and Ouyang. If these two come, no one else has anything to do with it. This Wang Yizhi is just a fake.

Next, An Mengjie saw many people sitting down, and Mr. Yu took out the drum.

Isn't this an awards show?How did it turn into beating the drums to pass the flowers? An Mengjie thought that the beautiful man in front of her would stop beating the drums, and if the person who received the flowers would start singing and dancing, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

Zhao Rui and Zhao Ni found a vacant seat with few people around and sat down. Zhao Li took An Mengjie and sat down at the opposite side table. , An Mengjie picked up a piece and put it into her mouth. The soft sweetness melted on the tip of her tongue. Before she could swallow it, she saw Ouyang slowly approaching her not far away, and Li Mu also leisurely sat across from her. .

Although sitting nearby, Li Mu didn't pay attention to Zhao Li who was sitting opposite, and Ouyang didn't notice Zhao Ni who was peeking shyly.

What An Mengjie saw before, Mr. Yu sitting in the pavilion finally moved. He slowly raised his hand, covered his eyes with a black cloth, pressed the drum in the air, and then beat rhythmically. up.

One stood up, holding an object in his hand, and threw it into the exquisite flagon. Everyone sighed, and then another stood up, praying silently for a while like chanting a mantra: hit, hit. . .

It looks like a modern game of throwing circles, a claw machine.

I don't know if it's An Mengjie's leisurely excess, or if fate is specifically against her. As soon as the drumbeat stopped, a thing like an arrow was lying quietly in front of An Mengjie.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, An Mengjie had no choice but to pick up the bow and arrow with a wry smile.

"Brother Prince," Zhao Li looked at her worriedly: "Meng'er is too young, did she just jump over?"

"Your Highness, the competition must be fair." Mr. Li is not so easy to be fooled, besides, he can't wait to see Zhao Li's jokes.

The crown prince is not a rigid person either, when he said this, he really agreed: "Since everyone has come, the winner or loser will be determined in a fair way, shall we?"

"I don't want to give you some flair. I didn't know that Prince Ma has three eyes," An Mengjie muttered in a low voice. Although Hyundai wasn't from a major, she has been trained, so it's not a problem to cast a pot.

"In...in..." Zhao Li shouted, An Mengjie waved his hand lightly, and an arrow was thrown into the pot.

With a "hum", several voices sounded at the same time.

"Okay..." Everyone cheered.

"Shua... Shua..." Someone threw several arrows in the past.

"Li Mu's team is twenty-eight, Ouyang's is twenty-seven, and Li Mu's team wins!" said Mr. Lian.

Only then did An Mengjie realize that it turned out that the pot was thrown according to the seat, and the hair tie naturally fell into Ouyang's hands.

Li Mu received a box of eight yuan of golden scale ink as a reward from the prince, and congratulated him on winning the first poem.Mr. Yu held the box and praised: "It turns out that Jinlin Mo is like this. I heard from my father that the method of making it has long been lost. I didn't expect His Highness to have one or eight."

Everyone showed envy, especially Wang Yizhi, finally there was a wave in his eyes.

"Give the sword to the hero. Give me the poem, and give the ink to Yizhi." Li Mu frowned, then quickly smiled and said, this is to give up this rare treasure in front of the prince.

Everyone was surprised, this Li Mu was too fat.

Now that he said so, the prince couldn't raise objections, so he nodded his head: "It's just right." He asked someone to send the golden scale ink to Wang Yizhi.

"Brother Mu, Prince, I am very grateful." Wang Yizhi burst into tears of joy, several families were happy and some were worried. This time, the competition fell to Prince Wang. No matter what, he owed a huge favor to the other party.

(End of this chapter)