Chang'an is good

The moment Wen Zheng waved the stick, Qiao Yubai and Cui Lang, who were watching the game carefully at the waiting area, also had the answer in their hearts, and they had already determined that their opponents in the final match were Wen Zheng and them.

The bow stick in Wen Zheng's hand did indeed hit the colored ball——

In the hot summer afternoon, the air was scorched and deformed, and the heat waves swayed like water waves, like a big net, under the breathless attention of everyone, it seemed to slow down the boy's bowing movements.

After a while, the answer appeared.

Just like the colored ball that was knocked into the air, everyone's mood also fluctuated greatly, with voices of surprise or regret.

"Why didn't you enter..."

"It was twisted!"

For a moment, the faces of the other three students of the red team were all stunned——

Did Wen Zheng miss that ball?

And in the short moment when they lost their minds, someone from the yellow team took the opportunity to snatch the colored ball and passed it to Chang Miao——

Chang Miao swung his stick, and the painted ball flew high in the air and flew into the goal with colorful flags.

"Come in!" Someone from the yellow team immediately cheered.

The members of the red team suddenly came back to their senses, and drove their horses and raised their sticks to grab the ball. However, the accident just now had disturbed their minds, and they saw that Wen Zheng was in a daze, and Chang Miao had already urged his horse to run towards them——

This is the usual trick of the yellow team.

On the field, you retreat and advance, it's just a scramble for the ball, there is nothing wrong with it, but the yellow team doesn't care about it, they often bump into each other, and they have to avoid it repeatedly, so they miss good opportunities to score goals many times——

The young man led by the red team was enraged at this moment, and he didn't avoid it this time—he wanted to see if the other party dared to actually bump into him!

Seeing this, Chang Miao had a sarcastic smile in his eyes.

The next moment, the two horses collided head-on, and the steed under Chang Miao raised its hooves heavily against the opposite horse. When the horse of the young man in the red team neighed and leaned back, he threw the young man off the horse's back.

There were exclamations all around.

"Brother Ziyun!"

Only then did Chang Miao tighten the reins, and sat on the horse condescendingly looking down at the fallen young man, with a look of surprise: "...I am walking forward, why are you standing there without moving?"

As he spoke, he hissed lightly: "Could it be that seeing that the game was about to lose, you deliberately collided with me so that you can use another method to blackmail me?"

"Chang Miao, you..." The young man gritted his teeth and sat up. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of the gong that represented the end of the game.

"The yellow team of Xiantong Pavilion won three flags in this quarter and won a total of three quarters—the yellow team won this game!"

Chang Miao and others cheered and celebrated.

"Ziyun, are you okay!"

The three of Wen Zheng dismounted and walked quickly towards the young man who fell off the horse.

Wen Zheng reached out to help, but was thrown away by the young man. The young man stood up and asked with a calm face, "...Wen Zheng, why did you miss that ball just now?"

The other two also looked at Wen Zheng.

The understanding and tacit understanding among the teammates is here. They all know that such mistakes should not have happened to Wen Zheng.

"I..." Wen Zheng lowered his head and said in shame, "I just had a sudden pain in my wrist, and I couldn't grasp the direction properly, so..."

The young man didn't want to hear any more, turned around and left with a dark face.

"Brother Ziyun calm down, winning or losing is a matter of fact, and Ah Zheng doesn't want to lose the game..."

The young man strode forward: "Winning or losing is a common thing, and it doesn't matter if you lose! But you should never lose so inexplicably!"

He has bruises on his face, which were left when he was fighting for the ball with Chang Miao and others. Chang Miao and the others shot fiercely, always stepping on the edge of the competition system and hurting people. There is no friendship in their eyes, let alone the field demeanor--

Comparing the entire five quarters, it can be described as thrilling and difficult.

But he gritted his teeth and supported until the end, but finally lost to the ridiculous "mistake" of his teammates!
Seeing that Wen Zheng also followed, the young man paused, then turned his head to look at him suddenly, and said in a steady voice, "Wen Zheng, you just need to have a clear conscience!"

After taking one last look at Wen Zheng, he turned and left.

The other two exchanged glances, they didn't know what they thought of, and the gazes they looked at Wen Zheng became complicated and unspeakable.

After a moment of hesitation, the two chased in the direction the young man left.

Wen Zheng stood there alone, lowering his eyes full of guilt: "I'm sorry..."

"Master Chang, your son is very brave at such a young age."

"It's just that the tiger father has no dogs..."

Under the arbor, the middle-aged man smiled and shook his head modestly listening to the praise in his ear.

But the eyes that looked at the young man in the field contained affirmation and approval.

Receiving his father's gaze, Chang Miao's eyes became more and more complacent.

He is the second son in the family, his mother is his father's successor, and there is an older brother born of his father's original spouse above him, but his elder brother is obviously just a sick child, but he is even more loved by his father, which makes him really uncomfortable.

This time he has to win this year's bowing competition, bring home the bowing stick of the first prince, and give his father a face!So that his father can understand that he is the most outstanding son of the Chang family!
Because the next game will be played again, according to the rules, the yellow team that has just finished the game needs to rest to replenish their strength, so the final game will start after two quarters of an hour.

Qiao Yubai, who had been observing the yellow team all day, was now whispering to Cui Lang and the three of them: "...their style of play is too fierce, avoid as much as you can, don't go head-to-head, but you need to remember one more thing, avoid and avoid. , you must not be afraid of them, and you must not be angry, and you must not be disturbed by them, otherwise you will fall into the trap."

Cui Lang didn't take it seriously: "I haven't been afraid of anyone since I was born!"

"..." Yihu, who was pinching his arms and beating his shoulders to relax his muscles and bones, quietly looked at the young figure sitting under the shed.

The tall and strong boy surnamed Hu patted his chest: "I'm not afraid, I'm thick!"

The Dongluo student also nodded: "Yubai's words are justified, you must deal with them calmly, and don't fall into the trap."

Qiao Yubai: "That's right, as long as we don't mess up, they will be the ones."

Looking at Qiao Yubai and the other four discussing things without any confusion, Chang Sui Ning, who was eating preserved fruit, showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Brother Yubai, this child, has been calmer than ordinary children since he was a child. In Wujue's words, he seems to have been stripped of his arrogance and impetuosity since he was born, and he is a good seedling who has become a monk.

She wanted to roll her eyes.

No matter what kind of home, it is right to treat it as a master.

"Ningning, do you think Brother and the others can win?" Qiao Yumian whispered uneasily, "I just heard the movement on the field seems to be chaotic..."

Chang Suining's tone was firm: "We must win."

She had looked carefully, Chang Miao's yellow team won the game in the morning, relying on a ruthless word-but no matter how ruthless they are, they must abide by the rules, as long as the opposing team can hold on Qi, there is a limit to what they can do badly with all their strength.

Brother Yu Bai has always been able to hold his breath.

And just now Changmiao was able to win against the red team, except for being ruthless, it was because of Wen Zheng's "mistake" in the last goal.

But in brother Yubai's team, everyone is very united, from demeanor to eyes are honest and sober, it seems that this kind of "mistake" will not be repeated.

Therefore, the above two are not to be feared.

Now she is only worried about another possible situation——

So far, there is only the last match left in this shooting match.

Speculation about who would win and who would win between the yellow team and the blue team sounded everywhere, and there was a lot of noise.

"Which team do you think will win?" Under the awning, Ming Luo slightly turned his head and asked Cui Jing with a smile.

There is an ice basin under her feet, and another maid holds a round fan to keep her cool, so that the heat and heat are isolated from her. No matter in her expression or manner, she can be seen everywhere with elegance and dignity.

Cui Jing looked at the field and said, "The blue team."

Ming Luo smiled: "It seems that Governor Cui has great confidence in your younger brother Cui Liulang."

Cui Jing was noncommittal.

If Cui Lang wasn't in the team, he would have more confidence in the blue team led by Qiao Yubai.

"Although the yellow team also has a younger brother of mine—" Ming Luo said with a smile, "but I have the same opinion as Cui Dadu, and I also think that the blue team will win."

Not far away, a close follower fanning a young man in brocade clothes with a folding fan in his hand asked casually, "My lord, what do you think?"

This brocade-clothed young man is Li Lu, the son of Prince Rong.

The weather was hot, and he was not in good health, so he avoided the heat of the first half of the day. He came here just after noon, just to watch the final game - he likes to shoot Juju, but he can only watch it. He won't miss it.

"I bet the yellow team wins." He said.

"Mr. Chang and the others?" Jin Sui whispered: "But the blue team has Mr. Qiao Lang--"

Prince Rong smiled, and his voice was very flat: "Qiao Langjun is certainly brave and resourceful, but his intentions are too righteous."

I didn't understand it very well.

The drumbeat sounded in the afternoon, and the final key battle of this shooting match ushered in.

"Remember, don't mess up."

Before going on stage, Qiao Yubai explained to Cui Lang and the others again.

All three nodded seriously.

The four jumped on their horses and waited with sticks.

With the start of the game, the sound of the gong resounded inside and outside the arena, and the horseshoes sounded, and the colored balls were thrown into the air.

Chang Miao's first team continued the style of the previous two games, rampaging many times, with no scruples in their hands, not just swinging at the colored balls——

However, the four of Qiao Yubai dealt with it calmly, avoided head-to-head encounters, and at the same time cooperated tacitly.

Under such circumstances, everyone in the yellow team inevitably became anxious.

As Qiao Yubai hit another goal into the goal, Chang Miao's face was completely blackened, and he cursed at his teammates: "Can't fight, can't block! What a bunch of trash!"

Those three people were so scolded by him that they didn't dare to look up, and the formation that could not be called rigorous became more and more chaotic.

In the past three quarters, they barely won a quarter by only one goal.

During the break, Cui Lang drank the water and threw the water bottle to another one: "...if we play a good round, we might be able to celebrate earlier!"

They have already won two quarters, and they only need to win one more quarter to win this year's knockout match!
"Don't worry." Qiao Yubai wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Just take your time."

Cui Lang, whose tail was almost up to the sky, was not as calm as he was at all, he had already become excited earlier, and couldn't help but look towards the direction of the shed frequently—the eldest brother must have admired him, right?
Thinking that he just entered the Imperial College for the first time, and won such a highly anticipated shooting match, so outstanding, this still can't win the affirmation of his elder brother?
If he invites his elder brother to go to Deng Tai Lou to celebrate, will his elder brother agree?

He had never had a drink with his eldest brother!
Eldest brother should be good at drinking, right?But he's not bad either!

Cui Lang's soul has wandered to the Dengtai Tower, having a drink with his elder brother, and the dream of brothers and sisters buried in his heart since childhood is about to come true——

On Chang Miao's side, it was a completely different mood.

He scolded the other three people again, and the three people blamed each other, and no one dared to take responsibility.

Even though there were servants fanning the wind, the sweat on Chang Miao's face became more and more irritable.

He subconsciously looked under the awning, and saw his father, who was sitting upright, raised his brows slightly, and was also looking at him.

Meeting that line of sight, Chang Miao shuddered, and looked away, feeling uneasy.

Father has always valued face, if he loses, it will definitely make father feel ashamed...

He must not lose - this was his clear idea from the moment he decided to compete.

Therefore, he made a lot of preparations for this.

Chang Miao glanced at the horse drinking water, then frowned and said, "Bring me another bow stick, this one is not easy to use!"

When they lost the game, they blamed Ju Zhang for his unsmooth behavior, which made the onlookers laugh and shake their heads with emotion: "Young people can't write articles, they blame the paper, the pen, the tables and chairs..."

Chang Miao heard a mouthful of blood choked in his throat, but he wanted to attack but couldn't, which only strengthened his determination to win.

"There are still two games..." He glanced at Qiao Yubai's direction, gritted his teeth and told the three people beside him: "Remember, you must win these two games! You can't lose a single ball!"

He put in so much thought, but it wasn't for looking at other people's brilliance!
At the end of the break, eight players from the two teams played again.

"drive!"

Chang Miao yelled, grabbed the horse's belly, and rushed towards Qiao Yubai.

At the same moment, another student from the yellow team approached on a horse from behind Qiao Yubai.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Cui Lang was startled when he saw this, "You guys are still playing ball!"

Chang Miao sneered: "You are blind, isn't the ball right here!"

A student from the yellow team hit the colored ball above Qiao Yubai's head, and the three of Chang Miao surrounded the colored ball—that is, Qiao Yubai.

Cui Lang let out a "bah": "You despicable villain who can't afford to lose!"

This is obviously playing tricks!
Chang Sui Ning frowned slightly.

This is what she is worried about—if Chang Miao and the others are too anxious to lose, they may hold back some new bad tricks.

From the looks of it now, they have a clear goal, to remove brother Yubai, the biggest obstacle, from the arena by any means.

The three horses circled around Qiao Yubai one after another. Those clubs seemed to be hitting the ball, but in fact there was a possibility of "accidentally injuring" him at any time!
Cui Lang and the others rushed forward to help Qiao Yubai out of trouble.

During the chaos, Qiao Yubai tried his best to avoid danger to protect himself. The crowd seemed to be scrambling for the ball, jostling each other, some horses collided with each other, horses neighed, and people were sometimes scratched and bruised.

During the melee, both sides barely scored a goal each.

"Let's just score one more goal!" Cui Lang, whose face was scratched by someone's bow stick, tugged at the frightened and restless horse, frowned and spat: "...you don't have to follow if you score another goal." These unruly black-hearted things are playing!"

He must guard his demeanor on the field, and when he is off the field, if he does not avenge today, he will not be called Cui Lang!
But now, we have to win the game first!
The time is coming, just score one more goal, and you don't have to deal with these turtles anymore!

Chang Miao sneered: "It depends on whether you have this ability!"

It’s the end of the month, and for the sake of working hard to code during the Chinese New Year, let’s donate a monthly ticket.