Ang Lee froze for a moment. Little Miss Wanting actually took the initiative to invite him to participate in the competition, and only invited him. This difference in treatment was enough to show that Wan Ting was in love with him.
Could it be that Little Miss Wanting held today's event for him?
Ang Lee guessed in his heart, and subconsciously looked at the railing on the third floor.
The pink cloak completely covered Wan Ting's face, so that Ang Lee could not see her true face. However, since she was the top hostess of Jun Yue Brothel, her appearance must not be bad.
"Li Shaolang, Sister Wanting is holding the competition for you. Shaolang, you must win."
Little Miss' eyes were full of expectation.
Little Miss Wanting is really holding the competition for me. So, how can I let her fall into the hands of that person?
Ang Lee grinned in the direction of the third floor, grabbed ten arrows, and strode over.
"The top hostess of Jun Yue Brothel must be very beautiful. This young master will also compete."
When Ang Lee just stood on the competition ground, a young man with a red face strode over and stood beside Ang Lee.
Li An immediately smelled a familiar scent. It was a very special fragrance. He turned his head and saw that this handsome young man had delicate facial features and a mustache on the corner of his mouth. He was filled with a unique elegance.
What a familiar scent. It was the same as the one he smelled a few days ago at the Illustrious Virtue Gate. Could it be that he was from Dongnu Province?
Li An was suspicious in his heart. He looked sideways and carefully observed for a moment. He found that this Young Master's figure was slightly petite. Although there was a mustache at the corner of his mouth, it could not hide his weak aura. Most importantly, there was no Adam's apple on his neck. Obviously, this was a woman.
After carefully observing her facial features, Ang Lee smiled faintly. This woman dressed as a man was probably Queen East Zhao Yefu. A few days ago outside the city gate, although he only took a glance at her, he still remembered the general appearance of Queen East Zhao Yefu. She was quite similar to the childe in front of him. From the vigilant eyes of several attendants behind her, Ang Lee was more certain of his opinion.
Why did Queen Dong come to Junyue Restaurant instead of staying in Honglu Guild Hall and waiting for the Emperor of the Tang dynasty to summon her? Could it be that Queen Dong was also interested in the girls in Junyue Restaurant?
Ang Lee was very puzzled. He smiled and said, "My name is Ang Lee. May I know Young Master's name?"
"My surname is Zhao. Li Shaolang, just call me Young Master Zhao."
Ang Lee grinned, "Young Master Zhao, Wan Ting is Jun Yue Lou's top hostess. This one is determined to win her over."
"Alright, let's do it then. Whoever wins gets it."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't want to compete, then go down. Wan Ting will be mine tonight."
The ugly middle-aged Langjun couldn't control himself. He couldn't wait to rush up to the third floor and press Wan Ting on the bed to enjoy her.
Ang Lee looked back and stared at the ugly Langjun. He was so scared that he shut up and took a few steps back.
"Dong"
Li An effortlessly threw the first arrow into the quiver six steps away, winning a round of cheers from the crowd.
"It's not difficult."
Young Master Zhao aimed at the quiver and put the arrow into it steadily. He looked at Ang Lee provocatively.
Ang Lee's archery was first-class. How could he be afraid of him? He put the arrow into the quiver continuously without hesitation. Young Master Zhao's archery seemed to be very good. He put the arrow in his hand into the quiver one by one without any mistakes.
Six arrows, seven arrows, eight arrows. They didn't make any mistakes. The distance of six steps might be too close for them.
All of this made the ugly Langjun, who had the absolute advantage, completely castrate Wan Ting. Wan Ting was not fated to be with him.
There were only two arrows left. Whoever could win would get the beauty. Everyone in the hall started to bet, but most of them bet that Ang Lee would win.
Yan Zhenqing, Li Bai, and Wang Wei all thought that Ang Lee would win. They were envious that Ang Lee was about to spend the night with the beauty. Li Bai picked up a brush and wrote an impromptu poem. It was quickly passed around by everyone.
"Dong dong"
Without a doubt, the ninth arrow was successfully put into the quiver by both of them.
"Young Master Zhao, it seems that we are destined to draw today. Why don't we spend the night with Wan Ting? What do you think?"
Ang Lee smiled indifferently. He took a deep breath and winked at Young Master Zhao mischievously.
Humph, don't even think about it.
Young Master Zhao rolled his eyes at Ang Lee. There was a trace of admiration in his eyes.
"Wait, six steps is too close. Why don't we increase the difficulty of the last arrow and move the quiver to twelve steps? Young Master Li, what do you think?"
Just as Ang Lee was about to throw the last arrow, Young Master Zhao gave his opinion.
"Twelve steps, that's too far. Can he still hit the target?"
The onlookers all began to discuss. In the Tang Dynasty, one step was equivalent to five feet. One foot was equivalent to thirty-one centimeters in the modern era. One step was equivalent to about 1.55 meters. Six steps was equivalent to about nine meters in the modern era. Twelve steps was more than eighteen meters.
With a distance of eighteen meters, it was easy to imagine how difficult it would be to put the arrow into the quiver.
Ang Lee smiled, "Young Master Zhao, are you sure you can do it?"
"What's wrong? Are you scared?
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Young Master Zhao's face was full of pride. He thought that Ang Lee was scared. Twelve steps, the mouth of the quiver could not be seen clearly. How could it be so easy to hit the target?
Ang Lee looked at Young Master Zhao's face and smiled, "One arrow to decide the winner. Let's throw together."
"Okay, one arrow to decide the winner."
Young Master Zhao agreed and picked up the last arrow at the same time as Ang Lee. He was ready to throw.
At this moment, the atmosphere became tense. Everyone held their breath and waited for the final result. On the railing on the third floor, Little Miss Wan Ting was holding the wooden railing. Her palms were sweating.
"Peng Dong"
Two different sounds. One arrow hit the outer wall of the quiver, while the other arrow accurately fell into the quiver.
"This"
Suddenly, everyone was stunned. They were stunned by this strange phenomenon. They did not know who won and who lost.
Young Master Zhao's blue feather arrow hit the outer wall of the quiver and fell to the ground. Ang Lee's red feather arrow fell into the quiver, but it fell into Young Master Zhao's quiver. That was to say, he threw it into the wrong quiver.
At the moment when he threw the wrong arrow, Young Master Zhao felt a sense of loss. However, he was overjoyed that Ang Lee's arrow fell into his quiver.
She had only deviated a little, but Li An had deviated a little too much. He had actually deviated by a whole step.
"Li Shaolang, I won."
Young Master Zhao looked at Ang Lee proudly. His expression was a little proud.
What a silly kid. You can't see it.
Ang Lee smiled mischievously and bowed to congratulate him, "Young Master Zhao's skill is superb. I admit defeat. Miss Wan Ting is upstairs. Every moment is precious. Young Master Zhao, take it easy.
Although he had lost the competition, Li An was full of confidence and joy. He did not have the slightest regret. He did not intend to have anything to do with prostitutes. Just now, he decided to fight because he could not stand the ugliness of the middle-aged Langjun. Now, his competitor was just a woman. Why not go with the flow and let her win? Moreover, most of the people present could see what was going on.
Yan Zhenqing, Li Bai, and Wang Wei looked at each other and smiled. They were all middle-aged people. Naturally, they knew that Ang Lee deliberately let Young Master Zhao win. However, they did not understand why Ang Lee deliberately let Young Master Zhao win.
Everyone loved beauty. Miss Wan Ting was so beautiful that she was famous in Chang 'an City. Ang Lee was a young and vigorous man. How could he despise a beauty so much?
Li Bai looked up at Miss Wan Ting on the third floor and sighed, "A peerless beauty, holding the railing and looking forward to it. You have broken the beauty's heart."
Wang Wei said, "What Taibai said is right. The beauty set up this game only for You, but You have no heart for the beauty."
Yan Zhenqing suddenly smiled and blurted out, "You are only seventeen years old. You are still very young. It is normal that you have broken the beauty's heart. Don't say that again."
Li Bai and Wang Wei looked at each other and smiled. They suddenly remembered that Ang Lee was pulling Miss Wan Ting outside Junyue Building.
On the railing on the third floor, Miss Wan Ting was a little disappointed. She had been in the brothel for many years. Her insight into people's hearts was very accurate. She could clearly feel that Li Shaolang was not interested in her at all. He did not even give her a chance to see him.
However, the handsome face of the victorious Langjun calmed her down quite a bit. At least, Li An had fought for her just now, and that was enough.
Young Master Zhao was proud for a moment. Suddenly, he stared at Ang Lee, "Li Shaolang, you deliberately let me win, right?"
Although she was young, she was not a fool. Just now, she was blinded by her desire to win. She actually thought that Ang Lee was one step away from her. But when she thought about it calmly, with Ang Lee's performance just now, how could he be one step away from her? It was obvious that he deliberately let her win.
What a silly child. It took him so long to realize it. How could he be the king of a country with such IQ?
Ang Lee complained in his heart, but on the surface, he was calm. "Young Master Zhao, you think too much. My hand just shook a little. It is fate that we meet. Let's be friends."
"Well, Li Shaolang, I will remember you. See you later."
Young Master Zhao smiled indifferently. With a fragrance all over his body, he strode to the third floor.
Ang Lee raised his head and looked at the railing on the third floor. He made a face at Wan Ting, who was wearing a pink cloak. He was very curious. What could two women do together?
Chang 'an City was the capital of the Tang dynasty. Envoys and merchants from all over the world gathered there. As a result, security was extremely important. For this reason, the implementation of the night curfew was the strictest.
After Ang Lee entered Ping Kang Square, the door of Ping Kang Square was closed. Therefore, Ang Lee, Yan Zhenqing, and the others could only spend the night in Ping Kang Square. Fortunately, there was a guest house next to Junyue Building. This saved them the trouble.
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In an ordinary residence in Ping Zheng Square, Liu Luogu paced back and forth in the main hall. This residence was purchased by An Lushan to house Liu Luogu.
"Mr. Liu, I'm back."
A skinny subordinate strode into the main hall.
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