Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

The entire venue fell into an unusual silence, with only the sound of the bowstring vibrating when Zheng Fengyun shot arrows and the excited shouts of the servants.

Jiang Boyi stood beside Gu Qinlan, gently waving the folding fan in his hand, and commented nonchalantly:

"This second son of your family is indeed talented, and his archery skills are also extremely accurate."

The boy is still on the journey of growth, and his strength is still immature and unstable. When he matures in the future, his cousin will definitely give him careful guidance and help him move forward.

Zheng Fengyun's talent is indeed outstanding, but talent is not enough, but it still requires the guidance of a good teacher. Even if one has high talent, without careful guidance, he will become mediocre, just like what happened in his previous life...

Jiang Boyi naturally understood Gu Qinlan's implication after hearing this, and couldn't help but chuckle and asked back:

"Qin Lan, it seems too early for you to speak, right? They haven't passed the test yet, and I haven't agreed to let them stay! Besides..."

Jiang Boyi's eyes fell on the dragon tongue bow that Zheng Fengyun had pulled open again, with a hint of teasing in his smile. He leaned casually against the vigorous sycamore tree in the yard and said leisurely:

"He's going to lose."

Gu Qinlan said nothing, but just raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Zheng Fengyun following Jiang Boyi's gaze.

Zheng Fengyun has found patterns in the moving targets and the images on them.

Those villains are mostly big and strong with thick beards, so it won’t be a problem if we aim at those with beards!

At this time, Zheng Fengyun had aimed his arrow at the last target with a thick beard, his eyes solemn and his fingers lightly placed.

"call out!"

The arrow flew through the air. Zheng Fengyun watched the arrow go away. He put down his hand confidently, put the dragon tongue bow on his shoulder, turned around and looked at Jiang Boyi arrogantly.

Just as Zheng Fengyun was about to speak, he suddenly heard a loud announcement:

"Accidentally injured civilians, defeat!"

"what?"

Zheng Fengyun was stunned. The smug look on his face had not yet faded, but he turned around in astonishment and looked at the servant who announced the result.

The servant was frightened by Zheng Fengyun's gaze. He shuddered involuntarily and took two steps back.

"Do you understand? I clearly shot him! He was not a commoner, but a villain!"

Zheng Fengyun pointed angrily at the target he had last shot at and glared at the servant with a gloomy face.

The servant looked at Jiang Boyi in horror and said tremblingly:

"Second Master, this... this is what Mr. Zheng has already explained. I dare not say anything nonsense..."

After hearing this, Zheng Fengyun turned around and looked at Jiang Boyi again, angrily accusing him:

"Are you picking on me on purpose?"

Jiang Boyi shrugged innocently and said with a smile:

"You shot the wrong target, but you blame me? Where does this logic come from?"

"I clearly hit the target, but you said I didn't! Let me ask you, can't you stand losing?" Zheng Fengyun's face turned red and puffed up with anger, like a cannonball ready to be fired.

Jiang Boyi raised his hand, signaled to the servant, and ordered:

"Bring that target over here so your Second Young Master can take a good look at it."

"As ordered!"

The servant immediately brought the last target and placed it in front of Zheng Fengyun.

Zheng Fengyun went forward to check with full of doubts, only to see that his arrow had hit the bull's eye. He could not help but snort coldly and said angrily:

"I shot so accurately! You are obviously picking on me on purpose! Mother, come and take a look!" Zheng Fengyun said as he ran towards Gu Qinlan, grabbed her skirt tightly, and posed as if asking for help.

Gu Qinlan gently stroked Zheng Fengyun's little head and said with a smile:

"Feng Yun, you really lost."

"Me? Lost?"

Zheng Fengyun originally thought that Gu Qinlan would stand on his side, but he didn't expect that Gu Qinlan would also say that he lost? This was hard for him to accept.

Zheng Fengyun might have doubts about Jiang Boyi's words, but he could not ignore Gu Qinlan's opinions.

With a heavy heart, he walked towards the target again, squatted down, looked left and right, up and down, and even took the portrait in his hands, turning it over and examining it in great detail.

Gu Qinlan saw Zheng Fengyun's appearance and couldn't help but smile knowingly, and said softly:

"You might as well take a closer look at what the knife in his hand is."

Zheng Fengyun was stunned, then turned his gaze to the knife in the hand of the person in the portrait!

In an instant, his eyes froze!

This portrait is indeed similar to those of other gangsters, both of whom have thick beards. However, those gangsters hold sharp long knives in their hands, while the person in this portrait holds a butcher knife.

Only a butcher would use this kind of knife, so the person in this portrait is not a gangster at all, but a... butcher?

When this thought flashed through Zheng Fengyun's mind, his face suddenly darkened. He had indeed shot the wrong shot!

Did he lose?

A feeling of sadness surged in Zheng Fengyun's heart, and his eyes instantly turned red.

At this moment, Jiang Boyi walked up to Zheng Fengyun with a playful smile, gently lifted Zheng Fengyun's little face with his folding fan, and teased:

"Oh? Isn't this the man who aspires to become a general? Such a small setback has brought you to tears? It's really a pity... It seems that you are unwilling to accept this result?"

Gu Qinlan looked at Jiang Boyi's frivolous appearance, with ridicule written all over his handsome face, and could not help but shook his head helplessly.

Xiang Zhu on the side couldn't help but whisper to Gu Qinlan:

"Miss, I think the young master has gone too far this time. It is inevitable that the second young master will be sad and cry. Why don't you..."

Gu Qinlan shook her head slightly, interrupted Xiang Zhu's words, and said slowly:

"It's okay, cousin, you know what's going on. Besides, this round of failure was expected."

Zheng Fengyun is too conceited and often overconfident in his actions.

Now, after being hit by Jiang Boyi, perhaps it is not the case.

After all, if he really wants to go further, he must learn to observe more and think more, so that he can save his life at the critical moment.

Just like in his previous life, didn’t Zheng Fengyun lose his life because of a momentary impulse while competing with someone for the most beautiful woman?

Therefore, appropriate setbacks are actually a kind of promotion for Zheng Fengyun.

Jiang Boyi also saw through Zheng Fengyun's weakness, which is why he deliberately adopted such a strategy.

At this time, Zheng Fengyun was already extremely depressed, and he became even more angry when he heard Jiang Boyi's sarcasm.

He pushed Jiang Boyi's folding fan away, stood up from the ground, raised his head, tightened his face, tried hard not to let the tears fall, and said loudly:

"Zheng family's son, you have to take responsibility for your actions! I will accept the loss!"

Jiang Boyi raised his eyebrows slightly, put away his fan indifferently, looked at Zheng Fengyun with a smile, and said nothing more.

Zheng Fengyun felt that Jiang Boyi's gaze was like a burning brand. He quickly turned his head away from Jiang Boyi and turned to Zheng Fenghui and Zheng Huiyi, saying with a guilty look:

"I'm sorry, big brother, third sister, I'm useless and you've been brought to shame because of me."

Zheng Fenghui naturally wouldn't mind. After all, he didn't even notice such a subtle detail just now, let alone Zheng Fengyun, who was impatient.

He shook his head gently, patted Zheng Fengyun's shoulder affectionately, glanced at Jiang Boyi, and comforted him:

"No problem, it's not unfair that we lost with such calculations."