The Powerful Eunuch and the Delicate Beauty

Chapter 63
Fuquan stood behind him, trembling inexplicably, he was almost dazed now.

It always appeared in his mind, and Young Master Biao said to him with a smile on his face: "Fuquan, you seem to be very dissatisfied in serving you recently."

No, absolutely not!Fuquan roared in his heart, and the hand pouring the tea became more attentive.

It's just that Master Biao doesn't want to drink tea, Fuquan always feels that Master Biao's face is getting gloomy.

Not far away, Luo Zijun, who had been paying attention to Pei Jiyan, also noticed it.

It seems that his guess was really good. Pei Jiyan must be not good at archery, so after seeing so many students' superb archery skills, he became anxious.

Thinking of this, the smile on Luo Zijun's face deepened.

When Pei Jiyan came on stage, he secretly pinched the jade pendant on his chest with his fingers and tapped it lightly, then turned his head and handed the cloak on to Fuquan.

"Just wait, I don't need help."

Eh?Fuquan was stunned, what did Master Biao say?
Su Ruan of Yu Peili understood.

Little skinny, do you want her to help?
So, is the little skinny man sure of himself?

Su Ruan hesitated to pay attention to the situation outside the jade pendant. When she saw that Pei Jiyan's first arrow hit the bull's-eye, she was completely relieved. She turned her eyes and looked at Luo Zijun, who was playing with the little skinny man. His face was contorted. She smiled and looked up. hands up.

"Whoosh!" Luo Zijun watched helplessly, the arrow he shot landed on the ground after flying less than a foot away, his expression extremely embarrassing.

He drew the bow again, but for some unknown reason, he pulled the bow and arrow several times, but the arrow fell straight to the ground without even being shot.

Compared with the side, Pei Jiyan, who can be said to be very accurate, Luo Zijun's hand holding the bow and arrow trembled angrily when he heard a few snickers coming from outside the school grounds.

He threw the bow and arrow in his hand on the ground and shouted angrily.

"This time doesn't count. There is something wrong with my bow and arrow. After I change it, I will start again!"

Pei Jiyan put down his bow-drawing hand, turned his head, and smiled lightly at Luo Zijun, whose neck was flushed.

"That's so troublesome, why don't I give it to Master Luo."

Speaking of which, Pei Jiyan handed over the bow and arrow in his hand, and before Luo Zijun could react, he had already held his bow and arrow, turned his back to the target and shot an arrow.

With a whoosh, the arrow shot sharply through the target, completely replacing the first arrow that hit it.

"Crack, clap!" Meng Zhizhuo stood up and applauded.

"Brother Jiyan is really good at archery, it's really wonderful!"

After finishing speaking, he still did not forget to give Luo Zijun, who was already stunned in the school grounds, a knife: "Thank you, Master Luo, for your suggestion."

Luo Zijun was startled awake by these words, clutching the bow tightly in his hand, he didn't dare to pull it, but he couldn't help but stab back.

"That's right, brother Jiyan is indeed very good at archery, but it's a pity that there will be no successors in the future."

The school ground fell silent immediately, and just when Meng Zhizhuo was about to say a few words for Pei Jiyan, he heard King Zhou's displeased voice.

"No successor? Is Young Master Luo talking about me?"

Luo Zijun looked at the worried King Zhou, and hurriedly bent over to salute, "How dare Zijun criticize the prince, son, Zijun is just a pity for Young Master Pei."

"Hehe, what a pity, isn't this king also without heirs?" While speaking, King Zhou's complexion became warm again.

How can this be compared, one doesn't want to have it, and the other doesn't have it, Luo Zijun sneered in his heart, but the laughing words of King Zhou sounded in his ears again.

"However, if Ji Yan intended, this king will soon have a successor."

　Tomorrow tidbits:
　　After Fuquan scolded, he didn't hear the little beggar for a while, thinking that he scolded too much, thought about it, rubbed his nose, and opened his mouth uncomfortably.

　　"Forget it, go back with me now, since Master Biao didn't chase you away just now, you can stay in Lanfengyuan, but let me tell you first, Lanfengyuan is not a good place to go, at most it will let you less It’s just cold and hungry, if you stay, then follow me and call me Fu’an.”

　　"En." Fu An nodded, and when he followed Fu Quan, he looked back at the closed door.

　　The place on the young cousin's chest just now...is it a female ghost?So lovely.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)