Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

Before going out today, Zhao and Xu were idle in the mansion. Xu Fengjin was studying, but from time to time he looked at Zhao Yu, who was only a window away from him, and saw him carrying a pot to water, and seeing him cleaning up withered petals, Sieve full of dried flowers.

Sometimes Xu Fengjin didn't understand whether Zhao Yu was so gentle in nature, or if he had pretended to be like this for many years, so he simply threw the book aside, looked at it carefully with his chin in his hand, and asked, "I heard Cheng Qiao Said, the prince can't do what he likes since he was a child, so what does the prince like when he is young?"

Zhao Yu raised his head, two feet away from him in the flower corridor, thought for a while and said, "Grow flowers, walk birds."

Xu Fengjin said: "I don't believe it, there are no seven or eight-year-old children who like to raise flowers and walk birds."

Zhao Yu smiled and asked him, "Then what should I like?"

Xu Fengjin tilted his head and said brazenly, "I like me."

Zhao Yu has long been used to him teasing a few words from time to time, his face remained unchanged, without saying a word, he picked up a dead leaf and put it in the bamboo dustpan in Cheng Qiao's hand.

Xu Fengjin glanced at the arc dustpan, and asked in a flash of inspiration: "My lord, is there any cuju in the mansion?"

Zhao Yu didn't know about sundries, so Cheng Qiao said, "There is a set, do you want to play?"

Xu Fengjin said: "When the son comes to Beijing, how can he let someone stay in the house alone and do nothing? You always have to entertain."

Zhao Yu said: "Then go, do you need to send some guards for you?"

"No need." Xu Fengjin strolled out from the study, held Zhao Yu's wrist, and smiled with a wink: "There is no need for guards, but the prince has to follow me."

Zhao Yu said regretfully: "I'm afraid it won't help the concubine, I don't know how to play Cuju."

Xu Fengjin patted his chest: "It's okay, let brother Ah Jin take Yu Lang with him today, and kill everyone."

Zhao Yu used the martial arts training ground in Prince Yu's Mansion to build a library. He thought there was no place to use it, so Xu Fengjin gave up. Who would have thought that he found another way, and took everyone to the hillside in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion. In the open space, Cheng Qiao and Cen Ling carried the bamboo gates on the left and right sides, sprinkled white ash in the middle to make a thread, and it became a simple Cuju hall.

Cockfighting and running dogs, Liubo Cuju is originally a folk entertainment, and it is not uncommon. At this time, the field is divided into two teams. One team is Xiaodi and his followers who have not yet sorted out their emotions, and the other team is forced to change into silk and white. Zhao Yu, who was dressed up with a ribbon on his forehead, and Xu Fengjin, who raised his legs and bounced the ball, also arranged for Cheng Qiao to block the door, and asked Cen Ling to stand aside to encourage him.

Zhao Yu said: "Just the two of us on the court? To eight of them?"

Xu Fengjin took the bamboo ball into his hands and put it on Zhao Yu's shoulders. He was now wearing a long braided ponytail, his eyes were clear and sharp, and he said, "Don't be afraid, my lord, I can still kick the shit out of eight more." Guanghua, obviously already regarded Xiao Di's side as the fish on the board.

The bamboo whistle sounded, and Cheng Qiao was impatient at the goal. He felt that he would lose this time. After all, he was outnumbered. It was all because of Xu Fengjin's bravery. Today, all losers will be lost outside the domain. He glanced at Cen Ling, seeing the usual The humble and polite man with low eyebrows was actually full of confidence, and he couldn't help inviting people to walk in and ask, "Do you really think Xu Fengjin can win?"

Cen Ling wondered, "Why can't you win?"

Cheng Qiao counted the heads carefully to make him realize the seriousness of the situation, and said worriedly: "There are eight enemies. Besides, our lord is not very good at it, and it is all up to him to turn the clouds and make rain? Is he good at martial arts? Or is he good at juggling? ah?"

Cen Ling said: "Not at all."

"Isn't that the end?"

Cen Ling hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, Brother Cheng Qiao, don't worry, Ah Jin has a skill that consumes a lot of energy. I heard before that Sanniang asked him to practice more legs in order to make him last longer in each performance. Taking cuju as homework, everyone else is learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, only he plays bamboo ball, sometimes when everyone is free to play together, even a team of ten people can be bullied by Ah Jin." He smiled embarrassingly: "Afterwards, no one played with him."

Cheng Qiao was curious for a moment: "What skill?"

"It was left by Ah Jin's mother..." Before he could finish speaking, Xu Fengjin yelled, "Cheng Qiao blocked the goal! If the ball goes in, your master will fine you half a year and a month!"

When did you say this? !

Cheng Qiao turned her head abruptly, and saw that the round bamboo ball had been passed to Xiao Di's feet, Xiao Shizi's mind cleared up a lot after some exercise, left and right felt that Xu Fengjin was lying to him, and saw that he and Zhao Yu got along so naturally, it didn't seem like a fake at all. Angry and anxious, he just wanted to win back face in this duel, but just after running a few steps, Xu Fengjin chased him up and stabbed him horizontally. The ball is blocked.

The battle was in full swing, only Prince Zhao was very slack, he looked like a young man and he ran gracefully, and the people from the East Division would guard against him at first, but seeing that he really couldn't, they all surrounded Xu Fengjin. The gap between the figures met Zhao Yu's gaze, and he suddenly lifted the bamboo ball up, jumped his feet to touch the ball on top of his head, and said, "Yu Lang! Go on!"

Zhao Yu was still as calm as ever, waiting for a bamboo ball tossed in mid-air, he would not dodge or dodge, the ball seemed to have eyes, it spun down but landed on his feet impartially. Xiao Di's side reacted, and saw Zhao Yu hook the ball and turn around, quickly and steadily, and broke the goal with one kick.

Xu Fengjin came rushing past the crowd cheering, and was a few steps away from Zhao Yu, showing no signs of stopping. Zhao Yu hesitated, but felt the breeze blowing against his face, and as soon as his waist tightened, he was thrown into his arms by the crowd, Xu Fengjin's forehead bulged. Khan raised his face and said, "I know you're not telling the truth, you're a big liar, you're a liar."

Zhao Yu lowered his eyes, and unconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's true that I'm not very good at it. I haven't played it for many years, and I was still a child..."

Xu Fengjin said: "I guess the lord must have played it before, so what else will the lord know? It's not me, I know everything. If you want to play someday, I can play everything with you. "

Zhao Yu said in a daze, "You...didn't you say you wanted to entertain Xiao..."

Xu Fengjin smiled and squinted at Zhao Yu's ear and hissed, "He's just passing by. I just want to find some interesting childhood stories and play ball and kickball with the prince."