There are two official schools in the capital, one is the state school, the second is the Imperial College. That night, the news in the state school somehow spread to the Imperial College, the Imperial College's headmaster had the cheek to issue a unilateral invitation to cooperate, but also set up four teams of cuju team, intends to tomorrow in front of the emperor with the state school to have a good competition.
What's so fun about playing by yourselves in the academy? Bring us along! Our students are tall and strong, and they're good at soccer!
In the piece of finding pain for the state school, the Imperial College took it to death.
On the second day, His Majesty really drove, His Majesty dressed in regular clothes, sitting in a pavilion covered with a cloth, this time is still spring cold, His Majesty's side of the waiters and civil and military ministers, none of them dared to let His Majesty to blow some cold winds again.
Pavilion only to the side of the field to the empty, fire pots piled up on one side, at this time the game has not yet begun, but the side of the field has been crowded with the people who have heard of the game.
These people, they want to see His Majesty.
There was a cacophony of voices outside the arena, all topping the sky after the hustle and bustle, and there were people who climbed up into the trees, hugging the trunks and craning their necks to look into the arena.
The son of the Minister of the Household, Tang Mian, clenched his fists to the point of some numbness, he only felt his chest tighten with tension, and after glancing at the pavilion in the distance where His Holiness was staying, the tension turned into a bearish fighting spirit again.
His best friend, the Prince of Pingchang Marquis, was at that moment nervously speaking with Tang Mian, "I feel as if my calves are cramping up."
Tang Mian was shocked, "Rub it quickly, the game will start in a while, we have to play beautifully for the Emperor!"
"It's because I know that His Holiness is here that I'm nervous," Marquis Pingchang's son said with a bitter face, "My father heard that I'm going to kick a soccer ball for His Holiness today, and called me up early in the morning before dawn, juggling fists and running, and I'm exhausted to death."
Tang Mian was dumbfounded as he turned left and right worriedly, "You can't be missing when you're playing the Dragon's Tail so well."
Marquis Pingchang's son couldn't help but feel smug as he struggled to swing his leg and let out a "hiss", "I'll rub it first."
Most of the field to play cuju are not yet the crown rites of the boy, heard that the saint is coming, and now there are so many people around to see, although there is some stage fright, but excitement and excitement accounted for the majority.
"It's still a bit cold outside, but these boys aren't afraid," Gu Yuanbai was draped in a fox fur, the white fluff surrounding the side of his face, "Look at that, all wearing thin shirts."
Tian Fusheng heartbroken saint, carefully warmed a pot of tea for him, "running up sweating, just after sweating easy to get cold, in the end is young, can stand."
"Order it down, and when the kick is finished promptly send a bowl of ginger soup to the schoolhouse, so that the people will be careful not to lose a lot of money for a small reason."
"Yes." Tian Fusheng let the order go down.
*
A match between two academies was naturally eye-catching, and the sounds of applause and chagrin traveled far and wide, all the way to another mound not far away.
Chu Wei is trekking with fellow students, far away from the lively scene, fellow students laughed: "If it is not I really have little interest in Cuju, I also want to go over to make fun."
Chu Wei brow light, he is a green clothes, appearance of flowing and dashing, the instrument is elegant, between the eyebrows has a few points of alienation cold meaning, really is a jade general people, the whole capital is famous in the first beautiful man.
"Hustle," Chu Wei said, "if the top is good, the bottom will throw in the towel."
Fellow students teased, "You should be happy that today's saint is good not that strange and precious, otherwise it would be another disaster for the world's living beings."
Chu Wei not far away from the crowd of cold-eyed acquaintance, he since seven years ago after winning the examination in the Xieyuan went out to study, see the hardship and can not eat the people more and more, then more and more disappointed in the higher powers. Today's saint has no merits and faults, mediocre, let the powerful ministers in the head of the bullying for so many years, there is really nothing worth letting Chu Wei another eye place.
His fellow students knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, and he smiled, leisurely continuing to step on the green.
Now Daheng on the surface of the sea is calm and clear, but in the eyes of the form of insightful people, but know that this peace can not be maintained for a long time.
Once this frail and sickly little emperor died, internal and external problems, wolves around, then casually pull a Gao Yi, the spell is the hand of the soldiers and horses.
Even if the little emperor is lucky enough to survive, can he tame those hungry wolves with green eyes?
Tamed by what, by infirmity?
*
This a hot and lively cuju match, kicking people are sweating, watching people also sweating. What's more, as soon as these young boys and girls got off the field, there was a palace chamberlain sent a bowl of steaming ginger soup, and after learning that it was specially instructed by the saint, a lot of poor children from poor families couldn't help but redden their eyes.
"Thank you, Your Holiness," picked up the ginger soup and finished it in one go, the whole body even the body soon became warm, there are a few tall and big teenage boys also hid their red eyes, urning their voices, "Ginger soup is very tasty."
"A few brothers quickly go to put on the clothes," the palace chamberlain is also very kind, "in the end is still early spring, ten thousand must not be slack."
The people slowly dispersed, and after Li Yan, the son of the Marquis of Pingchang, pinched his nose and drank a bowl of ginger soup, he shouted, "Cool!"
Handing the bowl to the chamberlain, he took Tang Mian's shoulder and urged, "Brother Mian, why don't you drink? It's not because you can't bear to part with it, is it?"
Tang Mian's ears reddened, and he was busy drinking it all in one sip, "He doesn't have a door on his mouth, and he's just talking nonsense."
As the two were talking, Marquis Pingchang's boy ran over, "Shizi, His Lordship asked you to hurry over and go with him to the saint's face."
Marquis Pingchang's son froze, "Face the saint?"
He was at a loss for words, "I I I I... I'm still wearing my cuju uniform."
The boy was in a hurry and said, "Feel free to put on some clothes first, the master is in a hurry."
Marquis Pingchang's son hurriedly followed him over, and together with Marquis Pingchang, they went to the pavilion to face the saint.
Gu Yuanbai happened to have invited the head teachers of the two academies over to speak, and after receiving the briefing, he said, "Come in."
Marquis Pingchang's father and son saluted and said cautiously, "Your Majesty's dragon body is just healing, so I thought I'd come and take a look."
Gu Yuanbai smiled, "Why are you so formal with me? Sit down."
Marquis Pynchon sat meticulously not far from him, his spine straight and still tense.
How can they not be nervous? Those who don't face the saint can never know how they feel, the saint was young when he ascended to the throne, originally thought that these ten years had already let them penetrate the saint's character, who knows that all the guesses are the saint's a game, the saint is only how old? The crown was erected only last year!
As his father sat down, Marquis Pingchang's son didn't dare to sit down, Gu Yuanbai's gaze swept over to the body of this teenage son who had kept his head down and said, "This is Yan Ge'er, isn't it, and it turns out to be already this big."
Marquis Pingchang said, "The boy is stubborn, and being older is even more of a headache for me."
"Young people should be the same," Gu Yuanbai laughed, "Yan Ge'er, come sit by me."
Li Yan apprehensively sat down beside the saint, although it is beside, but also separated from the position of the two people standing, I do not know whether it is an illusion, after sitting down, Li Yan always felt that the tip of the nose smelled a trace of fragrance.
The incense used in the palace are good incense, the more you smell the more intoxicated you are, Li Yan smelled the whole body is crispy, and heard the saint on the sidelines joked: "I have heard a lot of adults have said that the Prince of Pingchang marquis handsome, but unfortunately they do not have a marriageable daughter in the family, otherwise it is necessary to make the first move."
Pingchang Hou feel very proud, Li Yan but bashful fidgety, the saint promotes very narrow, deliberately with him: "Yan brother, head up to let me also look at your appearance today."
Li Yan and head stiff duck like, violently raised his head, bashful young face also red, eyes also forgot to dodge, straight saw the holy face.
The saint looked at him with slight surprise, Li Yan stalked his neck, his chest connecting to his mind.
Marquis Pingchang drank, "Li Yan!"
Li Yan's heart jumped violently, almost the whole person also jumped up, he hastily lowered his head and said at a loss, "Your Holiness, the kid is unruly ......."
Gu Yuanbai liked such a lively, young and powerful young man, he smiled, "Marquis Pingchang, there's no need to be like this. Yan Ge'er is true to himself and is a good boy."
The saint praised a few words, Pingchang Hou let his son retreat. Li Yan's footsteps were in a trance as he exited the pavilion, Tang Mian was constantly looking outside the guards stationed there, and when he saw him come out he waved his hand hastily.
Li Yan walked over, two people look at each other, a wordless toward the crowd. Walked a few steps, Li Yan suddenly stopped his feet, he looked around, swallowed his saliva, turned his head to follow Tang Mian said: "You say, you last time into the palace is not also see the appearance of the saint?"
Tang Mian gently nodded his head, "What's the matter, you watched it this time too? Don't you listen to your father the most?"
Li Yan touched his head and smiled hehehehe, not answering this, instead he said as if he was throwing a bomb on the flat ground, "How about the two of us collaborate to find a painter? I want to paint ......" he pointed to the sky, and although he was afraid, he still boldly felt an overwhelming excitement, "paint that one."
Tang Mian jumped in place in shock, "Are you crazy?!"
"I'm not crazy," Li Yan squeezed his eyes towards him, "we are not according to the painting, eyebrows and eyes in me, nose and lips in you, want to see the painting we will meet the painting together, usually nothing to hide the painting in the bedroom, who can still find out?"
Tang Mian swallowed his saliva, his mind crossed that day in a glimpse of the appearance of the Holy Spirit, and then with Li Yan to look at each other, each other know, this is a success.