Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 128 Missing the Target

Choking His Highness the Crown Prince, how could my master be so defensive, how could he not care about this matter.

It is estimated that when the Chuankou matter is resolved, my master will still deal with these people in the He Mansion together.

And at that place, Fu Zhaoge picked up two arrows again, put them on the bow and shot them together, pinched the two arrow handles between the slender and beautiful fingertips, and shot them with force.

Everyone held their breath and did not dare to say a word. Soon, they waited for a man from a distance to say, "Bullseye, hit three times in a row."

Hearing this, no one in the audience made a sound, and the eyes looking at Fu Zhaoge became more and more complicated.

Especially He Qian.

Where did Hu Zhiqiao find such a person?
He Qian looked sullen, staring closely at Fu Zhaoge's figure.

"It's time for Mr. Mo."

Fu Zhaoge put the bow aside, then walked to Wen Yanya's side, leaned over and deliberately lowered his voice, "Master Xiang trusts me so much, how can I be willing to let Master Xiang lose?"

Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, his brows and eyes were a bit cold, his voice was dull but gentle, "If the God of War loses, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous."

Fu Zhaoge laughed lightly when he heard the words.

But Su Ye dared not look up, there are quite a lot of people here, can't my father and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince be scruples?

But fortunately, everyone was amazed that Fu Zhaoge hit the bull's-eye with two shots and three hits, and had no time to worry about the ambiguous behavior of the two on the side.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Mo Xie looked at Fu Zhaoge, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were frighteningly bloodshot.

"Since this one can't afford to lose, Brother Zhao can just stop worrying about it."

Wen Yanya's voice was extremely light, but it pushed Mo Xie to the forefront.

Although these dandies are familiar with each other, but even so, Mo Xie couldn't help trembling because of losing face in front of everyone.

"I just don't believe in this evil!"

Mo Xie spoke in a single thought, then picked up the bow numbly and aimed at the blurred bull's-eye, then squinted his eyes and loosened the string to break through the air.

However, before Mo Xie had time to wait, the man in the same place said, "My lord... this... didn't hit the target."

Hearing this, Mo Xie couldn't believe it, and then ran close to the target by himself, and found that his arrow had long since disappeared.

"Son..."

The man was a little timid, but before he could make a sound, Mo Xie gritted his teeth and shouted, "Shut up, my lord."

Afterwards, Mo Xie walked back with a cold face and heavy steps.

"It's really my fault. If I had known Mr. Mo's level earlier, I would have asked people to set a few more targets. Maybe I could meet a dead mouse."

Fu Zhaoge chuckled lightly, taking Moxie's exact words calmly, and satirizing them further.

"Do you get carried away when you hit three arrows? Since you are so capable, I want to see if you can hit every time." Mo Xie said coldly, his eyes were poisoned.

"That young master, it's still a bit mysterious."

When others heard it, they thought it was Fu Zhaoge's modesty, but they ignored the playfulness and coldness in Fu Zhaoge's eyes.

"Okay, out of those nine times, if you can win six times, I can promise you one thing unconditionally."

Mo Xie couldn't help but said, while He Qian's face darkened.

This matter is getting out of his control.

Moshe, the idiot.

"Okay, since Mr. Mo made such a gamble, I can't let Mr. Mo suffer. If I don't win six times, or if I win six times, I will unconditionally agree to Mr. Mo."

(End of this chapter)