The moment the cane was waved in Wen Zheng's hand, Qiao Yubai and Cui Lang, who were watching the game carefully in the waiting room, also had an answer in their hearts, and they had already decided that the opponent in the final match was Wen Zheng and them.

The cane in Wen Zheng's hand did hit the colored ball-

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

After a few moments, the answer emerged.

For example, the color ball that was knocked away, everyone's mood also fluctuated, bringing out a sound of surprise or regret.

"Why didn't you get into ......?"

"It's crooked!"

For a moment, the other three students of the red team had a blank look on their faces—

Wen Zheng's goal was missed?

And in the short moment when they lost their minds, someone from the yellow team had already taken the opportunity to snatch the colored ball and pass it to Chang Miao-

Chang Miao swung his cane, and the painted bead ball flew high in the air and flew into the goal with the colored flag.

"Entered!" The Yellow Team was immediately cheered with joy.

Several members of the red team suddenly came back to their senses, and drove their horses and canes to grab the ball, but the change of Fang Cai had confused them, and they saw Wen Zheng stunned in place, and Chang Miao had already urged the horse to crash into them head-on-

This is the usual trick of the Yellow team.

On the field, you retreat and I advance, it's just a scramble, which is understandable, but the yellow team doesn't care about it, and they hit it head-on at every turn, and they have to avoid it repeatedly, so they missed good opportunities to score goals many times-

The young man led by the red team was angry at the moment, and this time he didn't avoid it again - he wanted to see if the other party dared to really bump into it!

Seeing this, a sarcastic smile appeared in Chang Miao's eyes.

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

There were exclamations all around.

"Brother Ziyun!"

Only then did Chang Miao tighten the reins, sat on the horse and looked condescendingly at the young man who had fallen, and made a look of surprise: "...... I'm walking forward with dignity, why don't you move there? ”

said, with a light "hiss" tone: "Didn't you deliberately collide with me when you saw that the game was going to be lost, so that you could blackmail me in another way?" ”

"Chang Miao, ...... you" The young man gritted his teeth and sat up, and was about to speak, only to hear the sound of the gong that meant the end of the game.

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

Chang Miao and the others cheered and celebrated.

"Ziyun, are you okay?"

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

Wen Zheng stretched out his hand to help him, but was thrown away by the young man, who stood up on his own and asked with a calm face: "...... Wen Zheng, why did you miss that shot just now? ”

The other two also looked at Wen Zheng.

The understanding and tacit understanding between teammates is here, and they all know very well that such a mistake should not have happened to Wen Zheng.

"I ......" Wen Zheng lowered his head and said ashamedly: "My wrist suddenly stabbed, and I couldn't grasp the direction, so I ......"

The young man didn't want to hear it anymore, and turned away with a dark face.

"Brother Ziyun is angry, winning or losing is a common thing, and Ah Zheng doesn't want to lose the game......"

The young man strode forward: "Winning and losing is a common thing, and it doesn't matter if you lose!" But you shouldn't lose so inexplicably! ”

There are abrasions on his face, which were left when he grabbed the ball with Chang Miao and others, Chang Miao and they shot ruthlessly, always stepping on the edge of the game system to hurt people, and there was no friendship in his eyes at all, not to mention the demeanor of the game-

Compared with these five whole sections, it can be described as thrilling and difficult.

But gritted his teeth to support it in the end, but in the end he lost to the ridiculous "mistake" of his teammates!

Seeing that Wen Zheng also followed, the young man paused, suddenly turned his head to look at him, and said in a fixed voice: "Wen Zheng, you just have a clear conscience!" ”

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

The other two exchanged glances, and they didn't know what they thought, and the eyes that looked at Wen Zheng became complicated and indescribable.

After a few more moments, the two chased in the direction where the young man had left.

Wen Zheng stood alone and lowered a pair of apologetic eyes: "I'm sorry......"

"Lord Chang, Ling Lang is young but very brave."

"It's the tiger father who has no dog son......"

Under the pergola, the middle-aged man who listened to the praise in his ears smiled and shook his head modestly.

But looking at the eyes of the young man in the field, there was a color of affirmation and approval.

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

He is the second son in the family, his mother is his father's successor, and he has a brother above him who was originally married to his father, but his brother is clearly just a sick seedling, but he is even more loved by his father, which makes him really uneasy.

This time he must win this year's bow tournament, take the former prince's bow cane home, and give his father a long face! So that the father can understand that he is the best son of the Chang family!

Because the next game will continue to play, according to the rules, the yellow team that has just finished the game needs to rest and replenish their strength, so the final match will not start until two quarters of an hour later.

Qiao Yubai, who had observed the yellow team all day, was whispering to Cui Lang and the three at this time: "...... Their style of play is too fierce, and if they can avoid it, they can't be hard-hitting, but they need to remember that they must not be afraid of them, and they must not be angry, and they must not be disturbed, otherwise they will fall for the trick. ”

Cui Lang disagreed: "Since I was born, I haven't been afraid of anyone!" ”

"......" was pinching his arms and shoulders for his own Lang Jun, and the pot that relaxed his muscles and bones quietly looked at the young figure sitting under the shed.

The tall young man surnamed Hu patted his chest: "I'm not afraid, my flesh is thick!" ”

The Dongluo student also nodded: "Yubai's words are reasonable, you must deal with it calmly, and you can't mess with yourself." ”

Qiao Yubai: "That's right, as long as we don't mess up, it's them who mess up." ”

Looking at Qiao Yubai and the four of them over there, they were not messy at all, and Chang Suining, who was eating the cold fruit, had a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Brother Yubai, this child, is calmer than ordinary children when he is young, in the words of Wuji, as if he was born with pride and impatience, and he is a good seedling of a monk.

She wanted to roll her eyes when she heard this.

What kind of home is right, it is right to be a big tool.

"Ning Ning, do you think Brother can they win?" Qiao Yumian whispered uneasily: "It seems to be very chaotic when I heard the movement on the field just now......"

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

She took a closer look, Chang Miao's yellow team, won the game in the morning, relying on a ruthless word - no matter how ruthless this is, it also needs to abide by the rules, as long as the opposing team is calm, they can only make a lot of bad with ruthlessness.

Brother Yubai has always been able to calm down.

And Fang Cai Changmiao can win the red team, in addition to being ruthless, it is Wen Zheng's "mistake" in the last ball.

Or rather, more than that goal - she paid close attention to Wen Zheng's "mistake" more than the last goal.

But Brother Yubai's team is very united, from his demeanor to his eyes, he is honest and sober, and he doesn't seem to repeat this "mistake".

Therefore, neither of the above is to be feared.

Now she only worries about another possible situation-

At this point, there is only one last one left in this bow competition.

Speculation about who will win or lose between the yellow team and the blue team is resounding everywhere, and the crowd is noisy.

"Which team of students does Governor Cui think will win?" Under the pergola, Ming Luo turned his head slightly and asked Cui Jing on the side with a smile.

There is an ice basin at her feet, and Gong E holds a fan to cool her, and the heat and heat are isolated, whether it is her expression or demeanor, you can see decent, elegant and noble everywhere.

Cui Jing looked at the field and said, "Blue team." ”

Mingluo smiled: "It seems that Governor Cui has a lot of confidence in Brother Cui Liulangjun. ”

Cui Jing was noncommittal.

If Cui Lang is not in the team, he will have more confidence in the blue team led by Qiao Yubai.

"Although the yellow team also has one of my brothers-" Mingluo said with a smile, "But I have the same opinion as Cui Dadudu, and I also think that the blue team will win." ”

Not far away, a close casual fan holding a folding fan for a young man in brocade casually asked, "Shizi, what do you think?" ”

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

The weather was hot, and he was not in good health, so he avoided the heat of the first half of the day, and just came in the afternoon, just to watch the final match - he likes to bow down, but he can only watch it, and he will not miss the bow competition of Guozijian every year.

"I'm betting on the yellow team to win." He said.

"Changjia Langjun them?" He whispered, "But the blue team has that Qiao Langjun here—"

King Rong Shizi smiled, and his voice was very flat: "Although Qiao Langjun is brave and strategic, his mind is too right. ”

I didn't understand too much.

The drums beat in the afternoon sounded, and the final crucial battle of the bow tournament was ushered in.

"Remember, don't mess around."

Before going on the field, Qiao Yubai once again confessed to Cui Lang and the three.

All three nodded their heads.

The four jumped on horseback, their rods in hand.

As the gong sounded inside and outside the arena, horses' hooves sounded and colored balls were thrown into the air.

Chang Miao's first team continued the style of the first two games, rampage many times, and the cane in his hand had no scruples, not just swinging to the color ball-

However, Qiao Yubai and the four of them responded calmly, avoiding a hard encounter with them, and at the same time, they cooperated tacitly, and when they attacked the west, they wanted to confuse the opponent's sight, and repeatedly scored goals, which attracted cheers and praise from everyone watching the game.

Under such circumstances, everyone in the yellow team couldn't help but start to get agitated.

As Qiao Yubai hit another ball into the goal, Chang Miao's face completely darkened, and he scolded his teammates: "You can't fight, you can't stop it!" What a bunch of rubbish! ”

The three of them were so scolded by him that they didn't dare to raise their heads, and the formation, which was not already rigorous, became more and more chaotic.

Three quarters later, they barely won one quarter by one goal.

While resting, Cui Lang drank the water and threw the kettle to a pot: "...... If we play another good game, we might be able to celebrate early! ”

They've already won two sessions, and they only need one more to win this year's bow tournament!

"There's no hurry." Qiao Yubai wiped the water droplets from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Just fight slowly." ”

Cui Lang, whose tail was about to reach the sky, was not as calm as him at all, he had already become excited, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the pergola frequently-the eldest brother must have been impressed by him, right?

I think he is just a newcomer to the national prison, and he won such a much-anticipated bowing competition, so good, can't he win the affirmation of the eldest brother?

If he invited his eldest brother to go to the Tai Tower to celebrate, I wonder if the eldest brother would agree?

He's never drunk with his eldest brother!

The eldest brother must have a good amount of alcohol, right? But he's not bad either!

Cui Lang has traveled to Dengtai Tower, drinking with his own family and brother, and the dream of the brother and brother Gong who has been buried in his heart since he was a child is about to come true-

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

He scolded the other three again, and the three of them blamed each other in their words, and no one dared to take responsibility.

Even though there were servants fanning the wind beside him, the sweat on the face of the irritable Chang Miao became more and more.

He subconsciously looked under the pergola, and saw his father, who was sitting in a precarious position, with his eyebrows slightly raised, also looking at him.

When he met that line of sight, Chang Miao shuddered, his eyes flickered, and he was apprehensive.

My father has always loved face, and if he loses, he will definitely make his face look dull......

He can't afford to lose – that's something he's been thinking about since he decided to compete.

So, he made a lot of preparations for this.

Chang Miao glanced at the horses that were drinking water, and then frowned and said, "Give me a bow stick, this one is not easy to use!" ”

This kind of losing the game blames the uneasy behavior of the cane, which makes a few onlookers smile and shake their heads and sigh: "Young people can't make articles, blame paper, strange pens, strange tables and chairs......"

Chang Miao choked on a mouthful of blood when she heard it, and wanted to attack but couldn't, only strengthened her heart to win.

"There are still two ......" He glanced at Qiao Yubai's direction, gritted his teeth and explained to the three people beside him: "Remember, these two games must be won!" Don't lose a single ball! ”

He put so much effort into it, but it wasn't for the sake of seeing the glory of others!

At the end of the break, eight players from both teams took the field again.

"Drive!"

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

At the same moment, another student of the yellow team approached from behind Qiao Yubai.

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

Chang Miao sneered: "You're blind, isn't the ball here!" ”

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

Cui Lang snorted: "Despicable villain who can't afford to lose!" ”

This is clearly broken!

Chang Sui Ning frowned slightly.

This is what she is worried about - if Chang Miao and the others lose in a hurry, they are afraid that they will hold back some new bad tricks.

Now it seems that they have a clear goal, which is to remove the biggest obstacle from the arena by any means.

Three horses surrounded Qiao Yubai one after another, and those sticks seemed to be hitting the ball, but in fact, there was a possibility of "mistakenly" injuring him at any time!

Cui Lang and the others hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to relieve Qiao Yubai's predicament.

In the chaos, Qiao Yubai tried his best to avoid danger and protect himself, everyone seemed to be scrambling for the ball, you squeezed me to catch up, there were horses crashing into one place, horses neighed, and people also scratched and bruised from time to time.

In the scuffle, both sides barely scored a goal each.

"Let's just score one more goal!" Cui Lang, whose face was scratched by someone's cane, dragged the horses that were a little frightened and restless, and frowned and spat out: "...... If you score one more goal, you won't have to play with these unruly black things! ”

On the field, he has a demeanor and has to hold it, and when he is off the field, if he doesn't avenge today, he won't be called Cui Lang!

Now, you have to win the game first!

The time is coming, just one more goal, and you don't have to deal with these turtle grandchildren anymore!

Chang Miao sneered: "Then it depends on whether you have this ability!" ”

At the end of the month, for the sake of the New Year, we are also working hard to code words, and everyone will give a monthly ticket

(End of chapter)