The audience exclaimed.

Xu Da struggled through the players and grabbed Zhu Zhang's side, Zhu Fan had already swung his cane, and the ball marched towards the goal without hesitation. As long as Zhu Yuanzhang's team hits another stick, the evenly matched rhythm will completely collapse, and Zhu Yuanzhang's team is bound to come out on top.

At this critical moment, Xu Da showed the outstanding ability of an outstanding general. He rushed away from the three horses in front of him, and dodged the four horses that swarmed him.

Eventually, the ball was just one step away from the stick, which pounced on it with an open and enthusiastic embrace.

The audience was silent.

The screeching sound of metal colliding was like a boulder falling from the sky from the surface of a calm lake, breaking the stagnant air and piling up layers of terrifying waves.

The other stick was one step ahead, and when Xu Da's stick stepped forward, it had already aimed at the ball that was on standby, and swung it back, its trajectory was in the same straight line as Xu Da's club trajectory, and the two sticks collided, making a loud sound that was incompatible.

The corners of Xu Da's mouth rose slightly when no one was noticing, and even in the blink of an eye, he regained his unsmiling countenance.

His cane hit Zhu Yuanzhang's cane, Zhu Yuanzhang got the ball one step faster than him, and hit the ball into the goal quickly and powerfully.

Zhu Yuanzhang was full of energy and contented, thinking about the vigorous skills on the sniper field many years ago, but now he can still beat the game to the heart and hearty, how is it not a pleasure?

The most critical thing is that he won against Xu Da, with Xu Da's team going all out. After all, he was still as high as Xu Da back then, which made him overjoyed.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his horse's head and stood next to the goal, looking at his defeated men from afar. At this moment, he had almost forgotten his supremacy, and he was sure that he had won the match on an equal footing with all the players on the field.

A strange smile from a team member came into his eyes, and his smile froze, probing the suspicion with a coherent suspicion.

That's Deputy General Zhang of the Shenji Battalion, he is a member of Xu Da's team, their team lost, what is he laughing at? Will anyone rejoice that they have been defeated?

Zhu Yuanzhang began to scan the other members of Xu Da's team. They are all depressed and unhappy, and they really look like they are losing.

Could he have just read it wrong? Looking at Vice General Zhang again, he was already sighing in a blink of an eye, as if he was complaining to his teammates about the mistake in grabbing the ball just now. And Xu Da was holding a stick to reprimand the players. What the hell is going on? Zhu Yuanzhang lowered his head and pondered.

At the moment when Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head, all speculation dissipated like water at a low tide. A giant picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Xu Da and his seven teammates, as well as the shiny horses, crisscrossed and created a soaring dragon.

"Congratulations to the emperor for winning first!" Eight people spoke in unison.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled happily and couldn't support it: "Hahaha!" Xu Da, Xu Da, you really have you, ingenious, not out of the ordinary. This dragon offering is very vivid! ”

"The emperor praises falsely!"

The crowd resounded with thunderous applause and surging cheers, for the thrilling competition and the rare sacrifice of the dragon.

The early summer breeze flutters over the burrows and taps on the eaves, the reptiles in the darkness poke out their frightened heads curiously, and the nestlings in the warm nest wave their clumsy wings restlessly.

In the heat wave of the carnival, Zhu Di was elated, waving his little fists until his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them. His father's victory won cheers, he didn't have to face the unbearable results, he saved face, and more importantly, his father was still the same omnipotent father as before.

Zhu Di turned his head to look for the self-righteous boy, his face flushed, and he was cheering with the crowd with all his might, as if this was the ending he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Hey!" Zhu Di walked up to the boy, "Stop!" The boy looked at Zhu Di in a daze, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.

"Nothing you just said is true. The emperor won General Xu! ”

"This ...... I...... Aren't you happy for the emperor? The boy was a little confused and turned his gaze back to the arena.

"What are you happy about? If you bet, you're going to lose your bare ass right now! ”

"What do kids bet on? It's all grown-up stuff. Besides, isn't General Xu a little bit worse? ”

"A small point is also a loss......"

"Wow!" A cry interrupted Zhu Di's questioning of the boy.

"Huh? Who's crying? The boy squeezed out of the crowd, and Zhu Di followed.

Zhu Di usually doesn't want to play with girls, hates them being squeamish, cries at every turn, and likes to sue. He followed the boy out not out of curiosity or concern, but to continue his questioning.

A girl with a round face, about three or four years old, with pigtails, was crying alone a foot away from the crowd of onlookers on the third floor and the third floor outside.

Her cries were drowned out in the enduring cheers, and Zhu Di wondered how the boy could hear them.

The boy stepped forward, frowning, biting his lip, helpless.

After a moment, he seemed to have found a solution, and then began to comfort the little girl: "Don't cry, okay?" It won't look good to cry again! You tell your brother, why are you crying, and what about your father? ”

"My dad is up there," the girl pointed to the arena, "my mom is gone!" ”

"Your dad is up there?" The boy scratched his head and looked in the direction the girl was pointing, "Oh, your dad is competing, isn't he?" The girl nodded.

"Which one is your father?"

"High."

"Tall?" The boy stood on tiptoe and looked at the players on the field, each of them tall and heroic.

"What's your father's name?"

The girl shook her head.

"Then look at which one is your father." The boy turned to Zhu Di, "Let's lift her up." ”

"What? You ......" Zhu Di wanted to speak and stopped. He is the fourth prince who is high up, and no one has ever asked him to carry any girl, not to mention that he doesn't like girls yet.

However, if he refused, he was afraid that the boy would think that he was powerless and had no sympathy.

He was torn between a dilemma, his head drooping, his steps skimming, and slowly approaching the girl with great reluctance.

"Hurry up!" The boy grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, raised it in front of Zhu Di, and asked him to hold his wrist and make a "platform".

Zhu Di didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, he stretched out his hand, and was pulled down, and finally he had to squat on the ground.

"Sister, sit down!" The boy gently shook the "table" to test its firmness.

The girl squirmed crookedly and took a lot of effort to sit on the "platform" hand-built by Zhu Di and the boy.

Now there is one last step left, and that is Zhu Di and the boy carrying the girl to stand up.

The girl was not lightweight, sat on a rickety platform, and almost fell down several times.

She pinched the back of Zhu Di's neck with one hand, and pulled the boy's collar with the other hand.

Just as the scene on the field was about to appear before the girl's eyes, the platform collapsed, and the three people fell to the ground like punching bags, and collapsed on all fours.

"Ouch, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Di's emotions finally exploded.

"I don't know, I've been grabbing your wrist! It was you who let go of my hand! ”

"You are talking nonsense, you are so thin, you must have lost your strength!"

"I ......"

"Wow! Father! Mother! The girl's hysterical cry interrupted their argument.

"Don't cry, don't cry, my brother will find a way!" The boy looked towards the bow field, "Brother will be able to ......" The boy suddenly stopped.

Zhu Di also looked over, and he exclaimed loudly: "What about people? ”

The ring was empty, and some of the surrounding spectators had dispersed, and some of the remaining people were still talking about the game they had just played.

The girl didn't know what was going on, and neither of them dared to tell her.

The boy made a quick decision, and he seemed to have an endless solution: "Don't be afraid! Your mother will definitely come to you. Even if she can't find you, my mother is at Queen Ma in Kunning Palace, and I can ask my mother and Queen Ma to help you find your mother. You see, it's nothing at all. ”

The boy shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, pretending to be relaxed.

"Queen Ma? Do you still want to trouble Queen Ma to help you find someone? Do you treat Queen Ma as a palace maid! Zhu Di couldn't help but scold with the majesty of His Royal Highness King Yan.

Queen Ma is so busy that even he finds it difficult to see his mother. The boy in front of him didn't know how thick the sky was, and he actually asked his mother to deal with this little thing, how could he swallow this breath?

"Shhhh Don't be so fierce, you'll scare her! Zhu Di's anger didn't make the boy scared at all, not even angry, as if he punched him in the air, this kind of painless feeling was really uncomfortable.

His mouth was wide open, but he didn't know how to sneer at him. The little girl's cry rushed at him like a flood bursting its banks.

"Look, you scared her. Men should know that they pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, don't you feel distressed when she cries like this? The boy is serious, as if he occupies the moral high ground, and Zhu Di is only ashamed of himself.

Although Zhu Di is clever by nature and sees the wind and rudder, who is standing in front of him, is it necessary for him to see the wind and rudder? His anger has not died down? Why was he taught a lesson by others? What else is there to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? A noisy girl is as annoying as a fly, how can it be incense and jade?

He glanced at the girl, her hair disheveled, her face covered with snot and tears, the disgusting look he remembered. He looked at the boy again, and he was tugging at a corner of his sleeve and wiping it over the girl's face.

That focused look suddenly made him want to laugh.

Zhu Di's siblings or playmates or subordinates have never been as strange as a boy, as if all his thoughts are the opposite of his. If he thinks it is right, the boy thinks it is wrong, and if he thinks it is good, the boy thinks it is bad.

He was suddenly angry, not only that, but he also wanted to know this boy who was rightly standing on the opposite side of his inherent thinking.

Zhu Di turned his back and waited with rare patience for the girl to stop crying.