A group of servants stood in a circle, waiting to see a joke. Some servants even sneakily brought a small stove and a fox fur cloak for Lu Wenxiu. They fawningly put it on him and said with a smile, "Second Young Master, it will be a bit difficult to move these hundred buckets of water to the kitchen. It's already noon. I'm afraid we won't be able to finish moving them even if we move them to the moon."

Lu Wenxiu became even more proud. "Then move them until tomorrow. When you finish moving them, you can leave with Fourth Sister!"

Hearing this, the little girl next to him looked back at the thin layer of ice. She was so scared that her legs went soft. She opened her mouth and was about to cry, but a servant next to Lu Wenxiu covered her mouth.

Lu Wenxiu scolded, "Don't cry!

Why are you crying? You're Prince Ning Fu's concubine's daughter. Don't you have the courage to do this? "

The little girl was covered until her face turned pale. She was about to suffocate. She barely had time to shout, "Mother, save —"

Her voice stopped abruptly. Lu Wenxiu's servant held her by her clothes. Half of her body was suspended in the air.

Lu Wenxiu turned his head. He raised his eyebrows and crossed his legs. He smiled at Lu Huan and said, "How about it?

Anyway, aren't you strong? Last time, you showed your strength in front of the imperial court examiner. You're very good at drawing a bow. I think a hundred buckets of water is a piece of cake for our Third Young Master. "

Lu Huan stared at him coldly. His dark eyes were dark, and his cold expression made people feel cold.

Although Lu Huan didn't answer, Lu Wenxiu knew that he would definitely mention it. Thus, Lu Wenxiu proudly leaned back and waited to watch the show.

Sure enough, Lu Huan looked at his concubine's sister and silently walked to the hundred buckets.

The hundred buckets stood in great numbers. Each bucket was so thick that it would take a person to wrap their arms around it.

Even Prince Ning Fu's water bucket was not as big as this one. Lu Wenxiu had specially asked the servants to get a large water bucket. It was half the size of a water jar. If it was filled with water, even two servants could barely carry it.

Over the past ten years, Prince Ning Fu had hired teachers to teach the Four Books and Five Classics and swordsmanship to Lu Wenxiu and Lu Yu-an. Lu Wenxiu had been idling around and hadn't learned anything. However, little Lu Huan, who had secretly climbed up the courtyard wall, had secretly learned everything. If it weren't for the imperial court examiner's investigation, Lu Wenxiu wouldn't have known that Lu Huan had some skills.

He didn't want to learn, but when he saw that Lu Huan knew how to ride, shoot, and write essays, his heart was filled with jealousy. As a result, he made things more difficult for him.

He knew that Lu Huan was quite strong. Although it was strenuous for him to carry a large bucket full of water, he could still carry it to the kitchen if he clenched his teeth.

However, he didn't believe that Lu Huan wouldn't be tired to death if he continuously carried it back and forth a hundred times!

He was afraid that by the third time, Lu Huan would be lying on the ground!

Everyone watched as Lu Huan stood next to the first bucket. They were waiting for Lu Huan to show a pained expression.

However —

They saw Lu Huan pick up a bucket with one hand as if he couldn't feel its weight at all. He lifted it up and down in the palm of his hand.

Everyone: "?"

He frowned and picked up another bucket with his other hand. It was still as if he couldn't feel its weight.

Everyone: "??"

He steadily carried the two buckets on his left and right and turned to leave expressionlessly.

Everyone: "????"

Then, his clothes fluttered lightly as he walked toward the kitchen as if he was flying.

Holy shit, wait a minute?

The noisy well suddenly became dead silent.

Everyone stared at Lu Huan, dumbfounded. This, no, could it be that the buckets weren't full?

They were clearly full?!

Just now, the two servants had tried to carry a bucket of water. It required two strong men to carry a bucket of water.

But how could Lu Huan be so relaxed —?

Lu Wenxiu was so angry that he stood up and scolded, "Did you fill all the water for this Young Master?"

"It's full. Young Master, look." The two servants knelt down in fear.

Lu Wenxiu's face was ashen, but at the same time, he was bewildered.

What's going on? Was Lu Huan pretending to be so relaxed just now, or was he really relaxed?

How could he lift such a heavy load of water so easily?

Before everyone could finish their suspicions, they saw that Lu Huan had already delivered two buckets of water. He walked back to the buckets.

This time, he seemed to feel that the water wasn't heavy enough. With two buckets in his left hand and two in his right, he picked up four buckets of water at once and walked toward the kitchen.

Everyone: "…"

Four buckets of water, it would probably take eight strong men to carry them at the same time, but he carried them without spilling a single drop. It was so light that it seemed as if there was no weight at all.

The servants were as surprised as dozens of pieces of wood, their mouths wide open.

"Why is Third Young Master so relaxed?"

"The last time the imperial court examiner came, he indeed praised him for drawing the bow like a god."

Some of the young maidservants who were not Lu Wenxiu's servants couldn't help blushing and whispering to each other.

Lu Huan went back and forth a few times, and in the blink of an eye, he had already moved 20 barrels!

It wouldn't even take a few incense sticks to burn to finish moving everything. This was completely different from Lu Wenxiu's plan to make things difficult for him and make him move until the next morning!

Even the concubine-born daughter of Fourth Concubine by the stream stopped sobbing and looked at Lu Huan with wide eyes.

Lu Huan returned in the blink of an eye.

Lu Huan also felt that it was inconceivable. He couldn't help but look down at the buckets in his hands. They were clearly filled with water, but why couldn't he feel the slightest weight? It was as if there was something holding it up from below.

However, he naturally couldn't show it. He just quickly picked up another four buckets of water.

Lu Wenxiu recovered from his stunned state and immediately became angry. His face turned green and white. He walked over in a flustered and exasperated manner and said, "There's definitely something wrong with these buckets!

Lu Huan, don't play any tricks on me! "

After he finished speaking, he snatched a bucket from Lu Huan's hands.

However, when the bucket in Lu Huan's hands fell into his hands, it suddenly became as heavy as a thousand catties!

He couldn't hold it with one hand, and the entire bucket fell onto his feet!

Everyone: "…"

The water spilled out of the bucket, and he still couldn't lift it up after spilling more than half of it. Blue veins popped out from the back of his hand to his arms and temples. He gritted his teeth and grimaced, but he couldn't lift it up at all.

That bucket seemed to be firmly stepped on by a foot, and the back of his foot was almost crushed.

Everyone: "… Uh."

The contrast was too tragic. Lu Wenxiu was so embarrassed that his scalp went numb.

"Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Lu Wenxiu couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly howled like a pig being slaughtered. "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and lift the bucket for this young master!"

A few servants ran over and shakily carried the bucket away for him.

Only then did he fall on his butt and sit on the ground. His face was pale.

It really hurt. That bucket wasn't filled with water, but with lead and iron.

At this moment, two graceful and luxurious people were standing on the long corridor above the stream. Lady Ning accompanied the old madame out to admire the plum blossoms, but she didn't expect to see this scene.

The old madame: "…"

Lady Ning: "…"

The old madame couldn't bear to look at him and said angrily, "What a disgrace!

You can't even lift a bucket. If this gets out, will Prince Ning Fu laugh his head off?! "

Lady Ning looked at the old madame awkwardly and tried to explain, "Wenxiu fell sick a few days ago. Perhaps he hasn't recovered yet, so he doesn't have much strength."

The old madame was so angry that she was about to have a heart attack. She spat, "What a disgrace!

I'm so angry! "