Look at Gao Yuli's restrained and aggrieved appearance.

Li Xingchen couldn't bear to say some cruel words.

After a few painless instructions, he sent her back.

At noon on the same day, the missions sent messengers to deliver letters about the construction of the road.

They were all waiting at the palace before getting a reply.

All day long is eating, drinking, and merrymaking, and the days are boring.

The representative of Qi Changguo organized a juju in the palace campus.

You must know that many of the projectile countries are grasslands.

Don't be too familiar with competitive rides.

On the other hand, Dawei has always known itself as a country of etiquette, and competitive amusement is definitely a weakness.

Therefore, Qi Chang's purpose is very clear, and he impresses the other party with his strengths.

In this way, the price of the black blade and the cost of road repair are negotiable.

When he first learned about this, Li Xingchen knew their plans.

Therefore, in three days, he quickly cultivated a Keju team, and he had to go into battle in person to teach Fanbang what a strong country is and what is the emperor of a strong country with his strength.

Three days later, the school field.

The envoys of various countries on the field, the Fanbang team, are the white team, and the Dawei team such as Li Xingchen is the black team.

I have to say that Li Xingchen is indeed born with a light.

As soon as he stopped on the Keju field, countless palace maids deliberately took a long detour, passing by here to see him, just to witness his heroic posture and handsome beauty on the field.

Good looks are a piece of gold, and they will shine wherever they go, these are a kind of attention that those foreign races on the field can't get in exchange for being handsome.

Dingyuan Hou hurriedly ran into the field, and Lin Miaorong stood in the shade of the trees, and his eyes fell on him.

I wanted to admire her brother's heroic hair.

It's just that every time I look at it, it's miserable, and I almost commit the symptoms of embarrassment for others.

I have to say that Dingyuan Hou's ball skills are too bad, and he has been robbed of the ball repeatedly, and none of them have been kicked in a row.

Even the newly learned Praetorian Guard knows how to dribble better than him, and he has kicked the door several times, compared with the two, Dingyuanhou is more like a newcomer.

Lin Miaorong shook her head regretfully, it's just that, some people are destined to have no motor cells, she should have expected that her brother was a waste, and she didn't expect him to be able to play extraordinarily.

I don't know if it's Lin Miaorong's illusion, but looking around, there are two figures on the Keju field that have been sticking together.

Obviously, there are so many people, but the younger brother wants to either rub shoulders with the Turkic envoys, or deliberately step on them.

When grabbing the ball, Dingyuan Hou deliberately lowered his body and raised it again, touching the chin of the Turkic envoy fiercely, almost dislocating someone.

Lin Miaorong frowned more and more, and felt that the meaning of the target was coming, and she wanted to stop on the spot, but unfortunately she was not a referee and couldn't make decisions at will.

Lin Miaorong seriously suspected that the Marquis of Dingyuan had taken such great pains to target the Turks for that matter.

Good brother, it's really narrow-minded enough.

Just when Lin Miaorong felt funny, suddenly a round ball was launched in front of her, flying at the speed of light, and before she could react, it smashed into her face.

Lin Miaorong was caught off guard, covering her nose in pain, but her palms were wet, and something was pouring out of her nose.

"I'm sorry, your brother targeted me for disobedience, so I accidentally hit you, the state of etiquette of Great Wei, you shouldn't be angry, right?" The Turkic messenger ran over.

When Lin Miaorong felt dizzy, there were very bad words in his ears, who could believe that he didn't mean it?

Lin Miaorong raised his head and took out a handkerchief to plug his nostrils to prevent the blood from continuing to flow out, gritted his teeth and looked at the Turkic envoy who came over with a fake look of concern: "Your feet will really find your way, follow your heart." ”

Hearing this, the Turkic envoy shrugged his shoulders, not minding Lin Miaorong's cynicism at all, but continued to say sincerely: "I'm sorry, the state of etiquette of Great Wei, I don't think I will take it to heart."

You...

Lin Miaorong felt a fire in her heart.

This attitude is clearly revenge.

"The state of etiquette is for people, are you?"

Lin Miaorong's tone was cold, this opening, the blood in her nostrils gushed out again, the handkerchief was not enough to wipe, she could only use her sleeves to make it up, it was dirty, so sloppy that she really wanted to leave.

The Turkic envoy looked contemptuous, and there was a sense of pleasure after revenge in his heart.

"Whatever you want, I've got to get back to playing."

This scene fell in the eyes of all the Great Wei people, and their faces sank suddenly.

The Turkic dog deceives people too much!

In other people's territory, dare to be so arrogant?

Marquis Dingyuan's eyes were red, and he wanted to beat the Turkic envoy violently, but was stopped by Li Xingchen.

The other party is now relying on his own ball skills, and Da Wei doesn't have the thing to juju.

Including the janissaries on the field were all temporarily trained, and Li Xingchen resisted most of the firepower for them, just hoping that they could hold the ball, and he didn't want them to score.

If you want to win this game, you have to rely on Li Xingchen.

Isn't it better to win the game with your own weaknesses and hit the opponent's proud strengths fiercely than to fight and kill at every turn?

At halftime, everyone was sweating profusely, and there was an unspeakable smell of sweat on the whole field, and the smell of blood and sweat blended together, making the onlookers want to vomit.

Li Xingchen sat down to rest, and the grand duke handed him a bowl of chrysanthemum mint tea to moisten his lungs.

Li Xingchen drank it directly with his neck up, the rhythm of the Adam's apple made people blush and heartbeat, and he drank it in a few sips, relieving the heat.

I have to say that what a good-looking person does is pleasing to the eye, Lin Miaorong lowered his eyes, that handsome face with wheat-colored skin, coupled with the body that had just finished exercising, inexplicably had a healthy posture, Li Xingchen was indeed very attractive at the moment.

Lin Miaorong finally understood why so many palace maids deliberately found excuses to stop and see Li Xingchen, such a handsome and dignified person really made people unable to take their eyes off!

No wonder some time ago, before the new emperor ascended the throne, the younger brother was so eager to introduce himself to His Majesty.

It's a pity...

The dog-legged Dingyuan Marquis came over and shook the fan for Li Xingchen.

"Your Majesty, you used to kick Keju? The kick was too good. If His Royal Highness is willing, he will have a juju field in the future, and the minister can accompany him every day. ”

Li Xingchen had just finished playing and just wanted to rest, although Marquis Dingyuan took the place of the grand duke's job and fanned him to cool off.

But there were too many words, noisy, Li Xingchen didn't have the patience to listen, ignored his existence, looked at Lin Miaorong who was resting in the cool place in the other corner of the Keju field, and suddenly hooked his lips and smiled.

The Marquis of Dingyuan was overjoyed, thinking that his sister had fallen into the eyes of the emperor, and he also grinned with the dog's legs.

Li Xingchen said: "Marquis Dingyuan, your sister is quite stubborn, she is injured like this, and she is still laughing there, is there something wrong with her brain?" ”