MTL - After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around (I Turned Over A New Leaf After Marrying A Sickly Lord)-Chapter 122 provoked me?

   Chapter 122 Excite me?

   "It was just an accident. Since you left, I have taken it for the first time several times. This year is an accident."

   "Oh, it's an accident." Shen Juncheng brushed off the tea lid and moved slowly, "I thought it was always the case. After all, Brother Liao won the third place three times in a row back then, so..."

   He also pretended to be apologetic, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood, Brother Liao, don't worry, after all, I have been in the capital for a long time."

Shooting can be participated at the age of six. It is a kind of competition in the middle of the circle of nobles in the capital. After Shen Juncheng participated at the age of six, he was the one who won the top prize for three consecutive years. Ten's inherited his father's prestige, which also led to every shooting, those sons could only compete in the second and third.

  Liao Quan clenched his palms and felt that his eyes were blind, and his mouth was as disgusting as ever.

The blue-clothed boy looked at it with a playful gaze, "Indeed, Brother Shen has been in the capital for a long time, and he doesn't know the current rules. As the years go by, shooting now is much more difficult than before. It is difficult to keep the number one, so Brother Liao is already the third among the dragons and phoenixes."

   This can be regarded as stepping on Shen Juncheng and supporting Liao Quan.

  Liao Quan instantly showed a complacent look, "Chen Shao has won the prize."

   Chen Shao's full name, Chen Ting, the eldest son of Chen You, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture.

  Shen Juncheng raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "Oh, yes, since it's so difficult, don't you know that Brother Chen is the No. 1 shooting stopper this year?"

  Chen Ting paused for a while, then said indifferently: "Chen is not talented, he just ranks second. This year's champion is Brother Shen's second brother."

  Shen Junxu.

  Shen Junxu is a romantic person, but he does have some talent in martial arts, which is stronger than Shen Yong's.

   He deliberately boasted: "It is true that there are no dogs in the family of generals. Brother Jun Xu's arrows are accurate, and he has the style of the generals back then, which makes me admire it."

  Liao Quan also followed suit and said, "Yes, yes, because of this top spot, Brother Jun Xu also won the title of Little General."

  Shen Juncheng brushed his hand on the tea lid for a while.

   Saying that Shen Junxu has the demeanor of his father is not a metaphor for his incompetence, after all, he is the son of the general.

   Hehe, he laughed unceremoniously and said, "Oh, is that so, the second brother is so powerful."

"I think back then, when my father participated in shooting, at the age of thirteen, he could pierce through Yang at a hundred paces without missing a shot. In the calibration field, he even challenged the coach of that year, came out on top, and won the Sage's Award. In this way, the second brother has reached the to this level?"

  Everyone was silent for a moment, and a young man in pink said: "That's not true. General Weiyuan's style was unparalleled back then, and Brother Jun Xu only imitated it to a few points. If so, it's already incredible."

  At least, better than you.

   "Oh, indeed, the second brother has reached such a level now, this prince is ashamed."

   He sighed, "In this way, this year's son will not be worried about joining the army at the right age. Thinking that the second brother is so good at archery, his skills must not be bad, and he can go for this son."

   He added: "Second uncle is also humble. Jun Xu has already achieved such good grades. Why does he say no? It needs to be tempered. Today, when the second uncle comes back, this prince has to ask."

   As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Liao Quan and Chen Ting changed slightly. They were comparing themselves to let Shen Juncheng know that he was incompetent, but he didn't expect that he would actually want Brother Shen to join the army for him.

  The son of Jiangmen, when he reaches a certain age, is going to be sent to the military camp for training. Shen Juncheng's body is definitely not going to go, and the Hou residence will definitely have someone to replace him.

   Shen Junxu could endure that hardship, so he practiced archery, and he worked hard to save face.

   And listening to the meaning of his previous sentence, Lord Hou made it clear that he did not want his son to go to the military camp to suffer.

Liao Quan coughed and said, "This matter can't be rushed. After all, after so many years, Brother Jun Xu has won the first place once this year. Maybe it's a fluke. To be on the safe side, let's observe it for another year. to decide."

   Someone lined up, "That's right, that's right, there's no need to rush this matter."

  Shen Juncheng smiled, "It's just a matter of luck, isn't the title of this little general not worthy of the name? When my father was about his age, he had already made achievements in his career, and he never got lucky."

   Everyone's face was embarrassed, "It's just a joke from everyone on the test field. Brother Liao said it casually, the prince should not take it seriously."

  Shen Juncheng just gave up and made a light hum.

  The title of little general, Shen Junxu also deserves it? Don't tarnish his father's name.

   Liao Quan shut up and drank tea, but Chen Ting raised his eyebrows, tsk, he was blind.

   He pulled the jade pendant around his waist and sighed: "Speaking of shooting, Brother Shen was more talented back then. He could shoot three times in a row at a young age. That's what a general looks like."

  Liao Quan looked at him, why did this fellow suddenly flatter Shen Juncheng?

   Shen Juncheng also looked at him to see what he wanted to say.

  Chen Ting smiled and suddenly stood up and said, "I haven't seen Brother Shen's style for a long time. I miss him very much. Why don't we play a game?"

   Liao Quan was the first to ask: "What game?"

   "Listen to sound to identify position."

As the name implies, it is blindfolded, holding stones in his hands, and a few people around are holding drums. If anyone's drum is beaten, the stone will be thrown immediately, and the hit will be counted as one point. Games are very popular these days.

  Liao Quan became interested in an instant when he heard it. He couldn't see with his eyes closed. He was not bullying the blind. To be more precise, he was very friendly to the blind.

   After all, he has been blind for ten years, his hearing must be very sharp, and his orientation recognition may be more accurate than theirs.

   He was in high spirits: "I can see this game."

   When the remaining three people heard it, it was quite interesting, and they immediately agreed.

  Chen Ting looked at Shen Juncheng and said, "What do you think of the prince?"

  Shen Juncheng sat calmly, listened to their coaxing, and said, "Although it is to identify the position by listening to the sound, it still needs to be accurate. This prince has not practiced for ten years. I am afraid that, I will not be able to play."

  Liao Quan said: "How can it be, Brother Shen has shot people since he was a child, and he has also shot targets blindfolded before. How can this instinct engraved in the bones degrade over time, Brother Shen, don't be humble."

   "Besides, we are all blindfolded and can't see. This is extremely fair to Brother Shen."

  Shen Juncheng listened, coughed twice at the right time, and said, "My son is weak, I'm afraid that attending the meeting will ruin everyone's happiness, so let's forget it."

  Chen Ting rubbed the wrench on his thumb and said: "Brother Shen, after living in the countryside, he really lost his style? Can't even lift a stone?"

  Hey, he sighed, with a trace of pity, as if the general really had no successor.

  Shen Juncheng raised his eyes lazily, huh, provoking me?

   Don't regret it.

   As soon as he was about to agree, he heard the tide suddenly approaching, and leaned over to report in a low voice, "Master, Madam is here."

   (end of this chapter)