"Hey who! Pig three taels, you are on it, I'm afraid he will do something! ”

"Wang Hanzi, can you stop being stupid, just stand there and giggle?"

"Oh my God, Chu Dongsheng! You're a team member, not a cheerleader! Don't just shout and cheer there? ”

"Li Yan, Keju! Keju! Hey, I'll go, Keju is gone, and you're still there like a monkey, what's the point? ”

"Move, move! All run up for Lao Tzu, pull away, pull away the position, how many times have you said don't get together! ”

Yang Yi's heart was bloody, and he felt that he was training a newly formed children's football team, and it was more likely to be a children's football team.

It seemed impossible to get this immature Keju team to form quickly in ten days.

Now that they are training their physical strength, there is no point in doing this kind of technical work. It's a good way to pull out the seedlings to help them, and directly teach them skills and tactics to match the style of play, but a group of people who have never been in contact with modern football, just let them get used to not running with Keju, and they must stand in their own position, which is enough to break Yang Yi's throat.

The only thing that surprised Yang Yi was that no one quit under his high-intensity training.

After a few days, there are finally some results, at least it doesn't look like a litter of wild boars ~ in heat.

"Whew...... Call...... Boss, who did you learn these things from? Li Yan gasped, sat next to Yang Yi, couldn't raise his tired head, took the water scoop full of water handed over by Chu Dongsheng, and was about to drink to quench his thirst.

Yang Yi, who was standing aside and studying tactics on the wooden board with grinding charcoal, kicked him.

"Don't binge drink after a high degree of exercise, rinse your mouth with water first, and then drink when your heartbeat slows down."

The hungry and thirsty Li Yan rolled the cold water he was about to swallow in his mouth twice and spit it out, reluctantly handed the water scoop to Yang Yi Chu Dongsheng, and scolded: "I haven't heard anything my Lao Tzu said like this. ”

Yang Yi put down the small plank, beckoned everyone over, and everyone gathered in a circle and looked at them in turn: Li Yan, Wang Feijiang, Chu Dongsheng, Zhu Shiyuan and his group of little minions, as well as coffee dancing vigorously in the middle of the crowd.

Yang Yi said: "I don't care what you think, whether you like Keju, for the sake of face, or for the sake of not being affected by the family law at home, even if you are here to help make up the number!" After a pause, his voice became deeper: "I taught me what I should teach, what do you want to do, or how to do it is your business, I just remind you that no matter what you are facing, our identity is all students of Guozi Studies, which cannot be changed!" ”

Everyone was silent, everyone had their own calculations, and Yang Yi didn't plan to say anything like "we are champions". Except for the fifty "Treatises on Learning", winning or losing has little to do with you.

As a person who has basically never done much serious work since he came to Daguang, Yang Yi feels that the depraved idea of "planning things is in people and things are in the sky", Yang Yi feels that it is very suitable for him.

In Yang Yi's view, the so-called "Imperial Capital Theory" is a complete sensationalism, and the magnates have nothing to do to have fun. Inspecting the younger generation? Yang Yi didn't think that Li Yan and Wang Fei would have a qualified chance to open the books and learn to make paper airplanes by themselves. But they will not be naïve to think that if they are not qualified, their officials will give up on them.

Li Yan and they may be people like them from the moment they were born, and the road ahead has been paved by his father, and it must be very smooth, even if there are bumps, it must come from his father, and the summary is "My son can only be beaten by me." ”

From this point of view, many princes in the imperial family are not so easy, especially as the son of the current emperor, there is only one way to the throne and only one can go to the end. In such a narrow encounter, the absence of blood already indicates that the emperor is very wise and has enough majesty. But no matter how wise the emperor is, he can't stop his son from rushing to show himself and prove to him that he is the most suitable successor.

The "Imperial Capital Theory", which is only once every three years, is a rare opportunity to show themselves in front of the emperor, which is enough for many princes and the forces behind them to do their best to win the emperor's attention. This is also the ultimate reason why Zongxue has been abusing Guozixue for many years.

Maybe if it weren't for the fact that he liked football in his previous life, Yang Yi would even rather copy the fifty "Treatises on Learning" than make a monkey for the nobles to watch, he is the prince of Guozixue, and so far, he has no interest in the throne.

Whether Yang Yi wants to or not, the day of playing monkeys has finally come.

Daguang 276 years, early summer, haze.

Spring and summer, the leaves are thick and the flowers are abundant, the water level of the Liushui River leading from the north to the south is gradually growing, and the ice and snow drifting down from the mountains in the upper reaches have completely melted away when they arrive at Diqing City, but the river water is still cold and thorough. The Willow River was diverted by several gates before entering the city, one of which went around the city to the west, and then went straight to the south. The willow trees in the dense forests on the edge of the city are irrigated by glacial water, and they grow unusually luxuriantly.

This is the royal hunting ground, and it is also the study field of the triennial "Imperial Capital Theory".

The third prince Yang Qi is very chic today, wearing a hidden golden Confucian shirt on his body and fits it very well, he came to the school field early, and took the fifth prince Yang Zong and the sixth prince Yang Su to salute the hundred officials present, as if this was a family banquet of his own.

Daguang has not fought for more than ten years, and the momentum of the "sister-in-law faction" supported by civilian officials has gradually overshadowed the "eldest son faction" of the eldest prince Yang Ang and others. As the leader of the "sister-in-law faction", Yang Qi certainly has the qualifications to be high-spirited. He is the concubine of Emperor Weizong's only empress, and Yang Qi thinks that there is no problem with his turn to take the throne, but he doesn't know why his father has been hesitating.

"Third brother, the prince has arrived." Yang Su gently touched Yang Qidao, who was dipping behind him.

Yang Qi came back to his senses and looked up, and Li Cen, the Marquis of Nanguo, who was surrounded by everyone, was smiling and saluting his colleagues, and walked inside.

Yang Qi did not hesitate, hurriedly greeted him, and said loudly: "The prince is safe!" ”

When everyone saw him coming up, they all made way to both sides, and Yang Qi walked in front of Li Cen, and gently arched his hand and said: "The prince is safe!" ”

Li Cen hurriedly returned the salute, and said with an easy-going smile: "The third prince is safe!" ”

"Come, it's quite cold outside, please inside the prince, please inside!"

"Three princes, please!"

"Marquis, please!"

Suddenly, I heard someone behind me shouting: "Haha, slow down, wait for the old man!" ”

Everyone turned around to look, only to see a group of people quickly stepping into the school, the first two, a blue-faced man on the left, also wearing a hidden golden silk robe, next to him wearing a military general's court uniform, with a thick black beard on his chin, which is somewhat similar to Wang Feijiang.

The blue-faced man was the representative of the "eldest son faction" and the eldest prince Yang Ang, and the bearded man was the central military and political envoy Wang Yi.

"Hey, son, your father is here!" Li Yan, who was hiding in the seat area of Guozixue, lowered his head and shouted.

"Aren't you here too!" Although Wang Feijiang's bear was tall and no one could stop him, he still tried his best to bury his head in the crowd, only exposing his high ass outside, which looked extremely ridiculous from a distance.

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