Gu Heng was even more displeased when he heard him say that, and said angrily: "You know so much, why don't you try it on the horse?"
Qin Zhao was thinking the same thing, so he nodded and said, "Bring the horse over here."
Gu Heng looked at him suspiciously and ordered his servant to bring a horse over.
The horse was brown all over, and it was snorting restlessly while being led, and it seemed that it was in a bad mood.
Jing Li tugged at Qin Zhao's sleeve: "Qin Zhao, do you really want to try this? This is so dangerous..."
"Don't worry." Qin Zhao tried the bow handed to him by the servant and asked, "Is there a lighter one?"
Someone in the audience cheered: "The nerd can't even draw a bow, and he wants to learn horseback archery. My bow is too light, give mine to him."
Qin Zhao was taking his time preparing. Behind them, Zhou Qi pulled Gu Heng aside and said, "Didn't you say not to make a big fuss? This horse has only been trained for a few days and has a very bad temper. What if someone gets killed?"
"I..." Gu Heng hesitated for a moment and shouted, "I don't care about him. I just can't stand his arrogant attitude!"
"Get on the horse, get on the horse!"
Shouts came from the audience seats, and Qin Zhao jumped on his horse.
The reddish-brown horse was indeed quite temperamental, stamping its hooves hard as if to throw the person off its back. Qin Zhao tightened the reins, sat firmly on the horse, stroked its mane soothingly, and chuckled softly, "I still have to behave well in front of my husband, so please don't trip me up."
Jing Li's heart was beating wildly as he watched from the side. The little fish in his hand had huddled in the corner, too scared to continue watching.
The reddish-brown horse tried for a long time but failed to shake Qin Zhao off, and finally it calmed down a little.
Qin Zhao took the bow and quiver handed to him by the servant.
His quiver was full of arrows, not just nine as before.
This is another way to play horse racing.
Within the specified time, the horse runs a lap on the track, and the one who hits the most bull's eyes wins.
Qin Zhao held the bow in his left hand and adjusted the position of the quiver with his right hand. He tilted his head and smiled at Jing Li: "Remember to help me time it."
Jing Li nodded worriedly. Drums sounded on the sidelines and Qin Zhao rushed out like an arrow.
The rich young men who were originally sitting in the stands watching the show, Gu Heng who was standing at the back of the crowd waiting for him to make a fool of himself, and Jing Li who was anxiously waiting at the starting point, all of them were stunned.
Qin Zhao's speed was completely different from that in the previous game.
Almost instantly, he approached the first bull's eye.
Due to the change in the rules of the game, there are more than three times as many bull's eyes on the field as before.
Jing Li stared at the galloping reddish-brown horse without blinking, and saw Qin Zhao's body sinking, his right hand loosening the reins, and quickly pulling out three arrows from the quiver.
call out--
The three bull's eyes shattered!
Qin Zhao's movements were clean and quick. Almost at the same time as the previous batch of arrows left his hand, he pulled out three more arrows.
Twenty-one arrows, every one hit its target.
There were even more enthusiastic shouts than before in his ears, but Jing Li's mind was blank. He couldn't think of anything for a long time. All he could see was the figure flying from afar, which was gradually becoming clearer.
Qin Zhao rode his horse to Jing Li's side and asked with a smile, "How many numbers are there?"
There was not a speck of dust on his body, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his expression was more lively than ever.
At that moment, Jing Li could almost foresee how high-spirited Qin Zhao would be if he were ten years younger and had not yet been poisoned.
Jing Li opened his mouth and then realized that he had not had time to count.
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