Early that morning, Ye Xingyuan got up and planned to go to the west courtyard of the inn to find Mrs. Li. Since the departure of a group of people from Dinghu Province, Ye Xingyuan, Tang Shiyan and Zhu Ning'er have occupied the east courtyard and gave the west courtyard to Li Cheng's Huashigang, and the two sides are connected through a side door of the garden.

Of course, after facing the saint, Tang Shiyan was excited and sleeping in the willows, and had not returned home for several days and nights. Except for a few serving people, the East Courtyard seemed a little empty.

But today, the entrance of the inn became lively. As soon as Ye Xingyuan walked into the garden, he saw a bunch of people rushing in. The leader was a young man with a arrogant face and kept shouting, "Where is Ye Xingyuan, the wise man, please come out to see me!"

Looking for me? Ye Xingyuan was a little confused. This man was dressed in luxury and had a very strong tone. He looked like a second-generation at this age. But Ye Xingyuan has been used to dealing with literary scholars for more than a year. Even Mr. Zhang, who had offended the Hanjiang Mansion, was still pretending to be so rude?

"Little Marquis, he is there!" Someone pointed at Ye Xingyuan in the garden from a distance. The young man glared at Ye Xingyuan and ran towards Ye Xingyuan, reaching out to block him.

"You are Ye Xingyuan? What are your abilities? Can you get a title? I think you must be a deceiving person who cheats the world and steals fame, and you won't repent quickly!" He spoke in a rush and arrogant manner.

Ye Xingyuan hasn't seen such a simple and crude second-generation official for a long time. He heard from the people below that he was called the Little Marquis, and he should be the descendant of the nobles. As expected, it was because Ye Xingyuan suddenly got a title and came to him to attack him. Ye Xingyuan was also mentally prepared for this matter, but he didn't expect that he would come so quickly and be so technical.

He naturally was not afraid, and took a step back and said carelessly: "Who is the master? Here is Ye Xingyuan, the title of the cavalry lieutenant is the great grace of the emperor. I only know how to accept it and dare not question it."

The young man was furious, "You don't recognize me? Then you dare to hang out in the capital?"

Ye Xingyuan was speechless. He complained in his heart that it only took a few days to go to the capital. Who could have seen people? It is said that the nobles were raised like pigs, and the brains of this second generation were indeed useless.

Someone next to him hurriedly answered: "Our little marquis is the second son of Marquis Zhaoning, why don't you greet him quickly!"

Ye Xingyuan, the second son of Zhaoning Hou, had a change of mind. He was not very familiar with the genealogy of nobles in Beijing, but Zhaoning Hou was still famous. They followed Emperor Wu Qingjun during the Jingnan period and broke through the walls of Jingzhao Prefecture. It seemed that they were the first leader of Zhaoning Hou Xiong Zhenhai.

At that time, he was named Zhaoning Duke, but the Xiong family was full of brave men and extremely domineering. After the Jingnan Dynasty, there was no war or opportunity to make meritorious contributions. Although their family did not cause any major trouble, they made small mistakes. In the end, in a certain generation, because the emperor hated him, he was demoted to the marquis and was not given a decree.

Judging from the performance of this so-called "little marquis", the Xiong family is really consistent. He is just the second son and not the prince. At most, he will be a lone cavalry lieutenant and Yun cavalry lieutenant. What qualifications are there to be called the little marquis? What qualifications are there to put on airs in front of Ye Xingyuan?

It seems that these people who are just talking nonsense, Ye Xingyuan bowed and smiled indifferently: "It turns out that he is the second son of Mr. Xiong. Marquis Zhaoning has been brave for generations, so I admire him very much. If nothing else, I will say goodbye."

Hello, Mr. Xiong, Mr. Xiong, Mr. Xiong, goodbye, Ye Xingyuan was too lazy to compete with these stupid playboys. Even if Mr. Zhang was still a scholar at least, he didn't even know the big words. Arguing with him was a depressing one's own style.

The second young master Xiong could not hear the perfunctory in his words, and turned his head and laughed: "Everyone knows the majesty of our family, and this kid is also sensible."

I just politely said. Don’t take it so seriously? When Xiong Zhenhai stepped on the wall of Jingzhao Mansion, it was naturally mighty, but it was passed down from generation to generation. What good reputation does Zhaoning Marquis’ Mansion have besides bullying men and domineers? Ye Xingyuan said in his heart.

If he is a serious heir, he may need to be educated to maintain the family's inheritance. The second son of the Marquis's Mansion will probably let him go, and he will not be able to stay for a few years anyway.

Ye Xingyuan was too lazy to say more, so he turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled by the second young master Xiong, "Let's go slowly! I came today to beat you and vent my anger. I will see you go on the road and let you go for the time being. But since you have been awarded a title, you should have some skills. I want to compete with you to see if you deserve this title!"

Young Master Xiong was strong and very strong. Ye Xingyuan was pulled by him and couldn't take a step. He couldn't help but feel shocked. It seems that although these martial arts children had no brains, they were still in good health. You should know that Ye Xingyuan himself was also in a state of great strength. Although he had not practiced well, his physical strength and condition were at the peak of adults, and he was completely suppressed. Young Master Xiong had some skills under his command.

Yuji's follower added: "That's right, my little marquis is also a kind-hearted cavalry lieutenant, who is comparable to you. If you don't deserve your name, wouldn't you be tired of bringing him a reputation? Compare the arrows and see how good you are!"

While speaking, someone came in with a wooden target and a large black bow. The bow body was made of black iron, the thickness of the arm, and looked extremely heavy. Young Master Xiong took it casually, stuffed it into Ye Xingyuan's hand without saying a word, and sneered, "We will shoot a few arrows to play with, but don't be too embarrassed!"

Ye Xingyuan held the bow and felt his arms were sore and numb. It was a bit difficult to lift it, let alone shooting arrows? This is not his specialty at all!

This is really well prepared! Young Master Xiong was instigated to humiliate him specifically? Ye Xingyuan felt that this possibility was the highest, so he rudely said: "I am a literati, not good at riding and shooting, let alone how can I rush my bows and arrows in the inn? It's better not to compare!"

Young Master Xiong looked at him squintly, "No, no, no! Since you are a benefactor, you must be skilled in archery and horses. Don't be humble, you can try a few arrows first. If you can't shoot well, I will never laugh at you!"

No one believed this. Ye Xingyuan looked at the expressions of the group of people watching the show and knew that if he really shot an arrow, the other party would definitely laugh loudly and spread it to the entire capital, making him, the new Enqiwei, a laughing stock.

As for the fact that he, a scholar, was not awarded the title because of his martial arts, no one cared about such details.

In this situation, Ye Xingyuan suddenly felt familiar. In fact, the fight between military and literati was also very similar. It was just forcing you to write poems and essays, saying that you don’t have to worry about writing bad writing, we will definitely not be able to spread the word. If Ye Xingyuan really wrote a wrong poem, it would be strange to see that they didn’t laugh so hard.

Ye Xingyuan was sure to fight with his writing skills, and there was no problem in crushing others with hundreds of poems and essays. However, he really didn't have a golden finger. It was not easy for him to shoot this arrow, and it was even more impossible to aim at a wooden target a hundred steps away.

Unexpectedly, he was embarrassed by such a trick that he didn't come to the stage. Ye Xingyuan was unhappy and wanted to sternly refuse to leave, but laughter came from the side, "Young Master Ye's bow technique is wonderful. How can he use this kind of light bow? In my opinion, this nine stone bow is only suitable for women. Does Young Master Xiong usually use this bow?"

Mrs. Li came, stretched out her slender jade hand from Congrong, took the iron bow from Ye Xingyuan's hand, shook it gently, and her expression was very disdainful.

She sarcastically said that the second young master Xiong was about to get angry, but when he turned around and saw her charming face, his bones were immediately half-sniffed, and he said with a mouth-watering voice: "Which family's little lady is this? Is Ye Xingyuan your concubine? How about giving it to me?"

He was not polite and asked for a woman when he spoke. Ye Xingyuan frowned and was about to explain. Mrs. Li chuckled and said, "The person I value must be a hero in the world. If the second young master Xiong can beat me on the bow and arrow, then what if I follow you?"

She didn't deny that she was Ye Xingyuan's concubine. Ye Xingyuan was stunned. Could she really be powerful in archery? Can she defeat this second young master, or have other plans?

Young Master Xiong laughed, "Beauty uses arrows, and it is so beautiful that it is both hard and soft. Well, you don't have to beat me. As long as you can hit the target a hundred steps away, I will let you go."

This timid woman is good to be able to shoot a hard bow, but she still wants to shoot. It's a fantasy.

Mrs. Li shook her head disdainfully, "I want to compare it. Even if you have a real sword and a gun, I don't need you to give it. How simple is it to shoot a target with a hundred steps? Our women in the boudoir are not interested in playing this. You take the target outside the door and count three hundred steps.

I'll shoot a fancy way, as long as you can do it, even if I lose."

Three hundred steps? Young Master Xiong was shocked. For Jiushigong, three hundred steps were indeed effective in shooting range, but the accurate head could not be guaranteed. Ye Xingyuan's concubine actually had the ability to shoot three hundred steps targets?

Impossible! Even his elder brother only practices a two hundred-step target. This wooden target is small and cannot be seen clearly from three hundred steps away. How can he hit the shot? It must be a bluff!

Young Master Xiong was thinking about it, so he agreed and ordered the person to move the target three hundred steps outside the door. Mrs. Li looked away from a distance, held the bow and smiled, "It's almost done, let's see my archery technique!"

She took a breath, pressed her waist and shoulders, pulled her right hand, put on the eagle feather, and opened the bow like a full moon.

OK! Ye Xingyuan is not an expert, but he can also see that his posture is beautiful and light. It seems that Mrs. Li is worthy of marrying a general. This archery and horse kung fu is really a master.

Young Master Xiong was also surprised, and the followers were silent all of a sudden. As soon as an expert took action, he knew if there was any. This woman's bowing technique was clever and her strength was enough. Could this arrow really be shot?

Whoosh! Mrs. Li undressed her bowstring, and the sound of a whistle and an arrow shot out. She heard a thud and hit the target, hitting the bull's eye!

Young Master Xiong was dumbfounded. Before he could speak, he saw Mrs. Li suddenly arching her back, and then arched her back with an arrow, and then hit the red heart.

He opened his bow left and right, shot his back, and penetrated his ankle hundreds of steps. This archery technique can be described as magical. Young Master Xiong knew that he could not do it no matter what, so he was ashamed. He saw Mrs. Li lifting her feet, pressing her bow, hooking her right leg back, and actually arching her legs with her legs to outline the graceful curve of her waist and hips.
Chapter completed!