Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The spectators around were also discussing with great interest, and even seriously began to analyze who would win.

Only the emperor frowned slightly. He thought he was watching a friendly match between Jinyiwei of the Imperial College, but it turned out to be a real fight?

A few days ago, he just said that civil and military friendship is good. Wouldn't this way of playing disgrace him?

This is only the first half, and I don't know what to do in the second half!

During the intermission, Qiao Yue glanced at Pang Ying beside him, and said in a cold tone, "It's just a game, why do you want to hurt people?"

Pang Ying was stunned for a moment, then realized that Qiao Yue was referring to the few of them who knocked He Zhiyang down, and couldn't help humming: "Since it's a competition, bumps and bumps are normal."

After a pause, a thought flashed across his mind, and he said with a smile: "Qianhu, you were disturbed by those love letters, and you really feel sorry for that kid, right?"

Qiao Yue looked away, his face sank like water: "Now that the Imperial College and Jinyiwei are on good terms, if your majesty sees that scene, what will you think?"

Pang Ying froze before thinking of this matter.

Could it be that the small defeat in the game was just his family's thousands of families humbly letting their strengths and bide their time in front of the Holy Master?

In fact, Qiao Yue really had this consideration in the last match, but it was true that his skills were not as good as others.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit it secretly.

"You see, they have never seen the world." Pang Ying looked at the smiling faces of the Imperial College people in the distance, and said coldly, "Didn't they just win the first half of the game?"

"We have to afford to lose." Qiao Yue said lightly: "They know how to coordinate the layout and use numbers as clues to connect them together. This is better than us."

A young scholar can use the essence of the art of war in the Cuju arena, this kind of nimble and resourceful mind, I really can't match it.

Pang Ying saw that Qiao Yue was full of praise when he opened and closed his mouth, and snorted disdainfully: "There is still half a game left, I will definitely not show mercy, lest thousands of households destroy my prestige!"

Qiao Yue never thought that it would arouse his desire to win, so he couldn't help but raised his lips and said, "Success, I'll wait and see."

On the other side of the arena, He Zhiyang was beaming with joy as he talked about his glorious achievements just now, when someone lightly pressed his shoulder.

He Zhiyang, who was talking to the ups and downs, looked up in surprise, and saw He Zhiji standing beside him expressionlessly.

He Zhiyang smiled brightly: "Brother, did you see me throwing the ball just now?"

He also knew that his own family members were sitting under the stage, so it was inevitable that they had a publicity mind.

Seeing that his momentum surpassed that of Jin Yiwei, the family members must also feel proud.

He Zhiyang's eyes brightened, hoping that his elder brother would praise him a few words.

But He Zhiji's eyebrows and eyes were not stained with He Zhiyang's joy at all, he just nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You follow me."

After finishing speaking, he ignored He Zhiyang and walked towards the end of the corridor.

He Zhiyang touched the back of his head, and followed his brother over.

He Zhiji stood still in a remote place, looked at his younger brother, lowered his eyebrows and cut straight to the point: "What? I think you really want to win?"

One sentence immediately stirred up He Zhiyang's emotions. He gritted his teeth and laughed: "Otherwise? If I don't want to win, am I here to exercise my body?"

The whole country Zijian worked so hard, he couldn't sleep day and night, and his body was covered with bumps, didn't he just want to win a game?

But my brother stood here lightly and questioned, as if they wanted to win, it was out of season!

Compared with He Zhiyang's menacing aura, He Zhiji's tone was very cold: "Win depends on the timing, if the timing is wrong, if you advance, you lose, if you retreat, you win."

He Zhiyang's chest rose and fell, but he didn't say anything after all.

Before time travel, his noble father, who knows the situation best, seems to have said similar things to him.

He Zhiyang didn't want to stay for a long time, so he was about to leave: "The next round is about to kick off, if you didn't come to congratulate me, please forgive my brother for not having time to accompany you."

A gust of cold wind blew past, making He Zhiyang's short shirt rattle.

"Stop!" He Zhiji looked at his younger brother's back, and reprimanded in a cold voice: "Who dares you to be so unruly! You are not on the high platform, so naturally you can't see His Majesty's face!"

It was originally a harmonious and relaxed match, but He Zhiyang kicked him out of a life-and-death attitude with his own strength.

If Your Majesty keeps this in mind, it will do no harm to my younger brother's official career.

"Whether I win or lose, He Zhiyang, why should I look at other people's eyes?" He Zhiyang turned around, raised his eyes and said coldly: "Skills are superior! To win, to win is fair and honest! Skills are inferior to others! To lose, to lose is to be convinced!"

It is obviously a simple truth, why is it so difficult to do it?

What went wrong?

"Presumptuous!" He Zhiji's eyes darkened a little, he frowned and looked at his younger brother, before sighing after a long while: "You are not a child anymore! You have to be considerate when doing things."

"Could it be that when you grow up, you have to win and bow your knees? Lose carefully?" A sarcastic smile flashed across He Zhiyang's face, and he said softly: "Brother, do you want to turn me into an adult like you? Yes I can't help it, my brother has no skills, and he won't be able to do it in this life!"

These words made He Zhiji's figure shake, and his handsome complexion suddenly dimmed.

He Zhiyang turned his head not to look at him, strode away without staying.

He Zhiji moved the corners of his lips, but didn't say another word.

Forget it, the younger brother is not him after all, besides... Is it good for the younger brother to be him?

Be cautious and think everywhere, but in the end even what you really want is hidden in weighing the pros and cons again and again.

At the end of the corridor, Qiao Yue stood silently.

From a distance of more than ten steps, one could hear He Zhiyang's emotional ups and downs, and his tone was faintly wanton and unwilling.

Those words echoed in his ears for a long time.

It seems... It is something he has never thought about, never imagined, or it is a yearning that is deeply hidden in his heart, deliberately forgotten until it fades away...

They were all shouted out by that voice without any scruples.

Qiao Yue clenched his fists, and it was as he said, He Zhiyang's character was revealed and his nature was unruly, so he would definitely not be able to please him in the court.

And he just needs to watch from the sidelines, presumably... soon he will be able to see the scene where He Zhiyang hits a wall everywhere.

He Zhiyang walked out with a bad complexion, his eyes just met Qiao Yue's.

"Qiao Yue?" He Zhiyang frowned in surprise, he didn't know how much Qiao Yue had heard just now, he raised his brows arrogantly, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you heard it, if you are a man, don't fuck it Count on us to let you!"

The young man's eyes were innocent and carefree, like the rare blue sky behind him.

In the depressing and cramped winter of the capital, the sky has been clouded and foggy for a long time, and it has not been seen for a long time.

Qiao Yue pulled the corners of his lips lightly, watching He Zhiyang's figure drift away.

Since I have a temper that doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, then I... just watch him hit it a few more times with cold eyes.

Feng Jing was gulping and drinking from the kettle, seeing He Zhiyang coming out aggressively, he couldn't help but startled and said, "Brother Yang, what's wrong?"

He just saw that Qiao Yue followed Brother Yang, and he saw that He Zhiyang's face was so stinky, could it be that the two of them had an argument again?

"Nothing." He Zhiyang patted him on the shoulder with a calm expression: "Take a good rest, beat them, and let's go eat roasted meat."

The guard waved the flag, and the second half of the game started again.

Serve, offside, sweep close to the ground.

Long pass, smash the ball, see the trick.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the pace of the game accelerated in the second half. Whether it was the Imperial Academy or Jin Yiwei, their moves were swift and fierce, and the offensive was very fierce.

He Zhiyang was still dressed in vermilion, and the golden thread on the back was particularly conspicuous under the direct sunlight, but he was no longer as flamboyant and frivolous as he was in the last round, his eyebrows were lowered, and his whole body was tense like an arrow ready to go.

Jin Yiwei tried his best to confront him many times, but he didn't get any advantage.

The offense and defense were constantly changing, and Qiao Yue was also unceremonious. He besieged him several times and forced He Zhiyang to stop by relying on his size advantage.

The people in the stands were sweating for the Guozijian. They didn't know when it started, they devoted themselves wholeheartedly, and even secretly expected the Guozijian to win to the end.

Commander Qiao watched his son's sweat-soaked clothes from left to right in the stands, and could not help but narrow his eyes slightly.

It was just a cuju match, who allowed him to show his emotions and vigor in front of everyone?

So easy to be provoked, how to act calmly?

On the field, Qiao Yue squinted his eyes facing the sun, and together with the boys of similar age, he relentlessly fought for the ball with all his strength, and rushed to surround him without any scruples.

I thought that maybe only on the battlefield would I go all out.

It turned out to be just a small Cuju game.

Nothing to do with fame and fortune, nothing to do with power.

However, when running, it seems that the world is trampled under their feet.

The kick ball passed under the young man's feet, and finally, it drew a strong arc under the sun, brushed the branches and leaped the willows, and shot into the goal.

One goal determines the winner, and in the second half, Guozijian narrowly won again.

The audience was silent for a moment, and finally boiled.

"Am I not mistaken? Really? Oh my god, it was the Imperial College that defeated the Jinyiwei? These young scholars are so amazing."

"Skills come second. If you haven't seen their clothes, that's a waste of time. In my opinion, the Guozijian won the championship this time by outsmarting..."

"Hey... just like this, where should Jin Yiwei's face be placed..."

"Who decided that the Jinyiwei must win the championship? You feel sorry for the Jinyiwei, but I am optimistic about the Imperial College. The young people hold hands and win the powerful enemy side by side, which is admirable!"

"Yes, it's really fun!"

What could be more satisfying than defeating a powerful opponent in public?

The young man who turned against the wind was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. He jumped up and down on the court and hugged into a ball. Several people's eyes were secretly red.

Guozijian Jijiu and the masters were also excited in the stands!I wish I could write three hundred poems praising this event on the spot!

Young ambitions should take clouds!Fortunately they are here!

If you don't come, how can you witness your own students run and attack, and win this game that is destined to lose?

He Zhiyang raised his hand, Hukou wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, looked at Qiao Yue and said with a smile: "Ha, Qianhu really didn't let us! This is a good brother!"

The young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes were washed more clearly by sweat, so delicate that people dare not look directly at them.

Qiao Yue's eyes drooped, and they happened to fall on He Zhiyang's beautiful thin lips. The dark red lips were slightly raised, and for no reason there was a little youthful delicacy, as if he was waiting for someone to pick him.

Qiao Yue's Adam's apple rolled, and he hurriedly averted his eyes.

He Zhiyang didn't notice it at all, he was in a happy mood, and walked out of the court with Qiao Yue in his arms.

After the competition was over, the emperor rewarded them as usual, and they naturally praised Guozijian in words.

He Zhiyang has a young heart, seeing His Majesty talking and laughing at Yan Yan, his face immediately showed a bit of complacency, and he searched for his elder brother with his eyes.

Where's the big brother?He should really let him come and listen!

"Everyone says Guozijian and Jinyiwei have a good relationship? This cuju match is very intense," the emperor said in a deep voice, with no expression of joy or anger, "I see that you shot very violently. I heard that several people were injured?—— They are all unyielding!"

He Zhiyang was stunned and stood on the spot, not knowing how to answer for a while.

They are old enemies, new and old grudges added together, how could they be polite?Besides, this is a competitive game, is it still pretending to be modest?

Without waiting for He Zhiyang to answer, Qiao Yue cupped his hands heroically and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Jin Yiwei often discusses with Guozijian in private. After getting acquainted, he will naturally not be polite in making moves."

"Oh?" The emperor's eyes fixed on Qiao Yue's body, with a faint smile but not a smile: "If cuju is just a competition, why did they really fight and even bump into someone?"

Qiao Yue paused, He Zhiyang didn't understand the straight and straight, and he just had a sage today, and it has already begun to show.

However, he obviously wanted to see him hit the south wall, but he hadn't hit the wall yet, so how could he... have helped him get out of the siege first?

Qiao Yue thought in his heart, after all, it was about Jin Yiwei, so he didn't excuse He Zhiyang by saying that.

He lifted the corners of his lips and smiled, and stopped He Zhiyang's shoulder very familiarly: "Return to Your Majesty, it is because of our good relationship that there is no hindrance. Your Majesty still calls us brothers in private, even though we are fierce in the field."

He Zhiyang: "?"

For a moment, everyone stared at Qiao Yue's palm on He Zhiyang's shoulder.

He Zhiyang's ears were blushing, Qiao Yue was tactful, but he didn't say hello, so he was the one who was passive?

And what do two big men look like standing shoulder to shoulder?

He Zhiyang frowned, trying to shake off the shoulder that was on his hand, but the palm remained motionless like an iron hoop.

He had no choice but to stand on the spot awkwardly and cooperate.

"As for the game, it's refreshing not to give up." He Zhiyang showed a harmless smile: "It would be an honor for the Imperial College to compete with Qianhu again."

Isn't it hypocritical to be a human being, isn't it just telling the truth?

He had played enough ironic tricks in front of his elder brother in his previous life, and he could handle this small scene now.

The emperor looked at the two brothers who were smiling so well in front of him, finally smiled heartily, nodded in satisfaction and said: "You get along well, so I can rest assured."

It seems that the rivalry between the two schools is just a teenager's spirit, and the private relationship is even closer than I thought!

The emperor was relieved, smiled and looked at the two of them and said: "In the future, when you enter the court, you must work together."

Qiao Yue glanced at He Zhiyang, and said respectfully: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will serve the country together."

He Zhiyang immediately made an appearance of "There is no need to talk between us", and raised his eyes to look at Qiao Yue eagerly.

Everyone gasped: "..."

After falling down many times, he stood up frivolously regardless of the dust all over his body.

After colliding with each other, they turned around and patted each other on the shoulder to tease each other.

There is dissatisfaction and complaints on the mouth, but there is dependence and intimacy in the eyes.

This probably... is the deep friendship between young people.

Everyone looked at them with reminiscence and envy in their eyes.

However, at this moment, the parties are usually ignorant.

The emperor's eyes also showed melancholy and nostalgia: "Pick up a pen, I want to inscribe a plaque."

As soon as the words fell, there was a young eunuch serving the pen and paper immediately, and the emperor started to write the pen and wrote the four characters "We stand together through thick and thin".

The emperor raised his hand and smiled: "This word...let's hang it in the Guozijian. May Jinyiwei and Guozijian have a good relationship for a thousand years, join hands and serve the country together. This is the great fortune of the imperial court, and I will feel at ease."

Guozijian Jijiu hurriedly got up to thank him.

Everyone enviously followed the two of them, but the person involved didn't notice it at all.

The two got off the stands shoulder to shoulder, and everyone around them paid attention to them. He Zhiyang couldn't bear it any longer, and said coldly, "Hand in hand, please Qianhu consciously take it away!"

Qiao Yue put He Zhiyang's shoulders on his shoulders, and said generously: "How many people are staring at it, the two of us are now the signboard of Jinyiwei of the Imperial College, so we naturally have to show some intimate behavior in public."

He Zhiyang's heart suddenly sank for no reason: "..."

Could it be that this person's intimate behavior towards himself is for others to see?

Oh, Jin Yiwei, really shameless and hypocritical.

He Zhiyang is used to being free and unrestrained, and he hates acting on every occasion, so he simply ignores people with a cold face.

"The look is not right." Qiao Yue leaned over, put it next to He Zhiyang's ear with a low smile, and said, "Don't act like you were forced to pick up a guest."

"You must have a good expression when picking up customers?" He Zhiyang twitched the corner of his mouth, and threw Qiao Yue off his shoulders, and said with a blank expression, "Would you like to add some more money?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qiao Yue's answer, he walked straight forward with his long legs.

Qiao Yue looked at He Zhiyang's back from afar.

The young man was wearing thin clothes, and the cold wind blew the layer of blouse. Looking from a distance, he looked fearless, like a banner about to charge forward.Occasionally sticking to the body, you can vaguely see the young man's thin and flexible waistline.

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang, come here!"

Qiao Yue raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw Xu Yiqing standing obediently beside the stone table, waving to He Zhiyang.

He Zhiyang immediately quickened his pace, ran towards him with a smile on his face, and pinched his cheek: "Where are you running? I don't know if you can send me a message, I have been looking for you just now!"

The smile on the corners of Qiao Yue's lips froze immediately, and a dangerous cold light welled up from the bottom of his eyes.

It's rare to see his smiling face, but he dares to turn his head and smile for others to see! ?