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"Interesting, interesting. Prince Consort, don't disappoint me today!"

Qin Xiaoliu smiled apologetically again and again, pointing to the sky and then pointing to the ground, swearing that she would win the championship. When Nangong Miao saw her flattering look, she turned around and did not even want to look. He waited until Qin Xiao's bullshit began to make him nauseous before putting on his team's white vest. When he returned to the drill grounds, he saw that her frail body looked extremely comical under the armor. Compared to Mo Qingfeng, it was like the difference between cloud and mud.

Duan Jingqiu spurred his horse to his side and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Prince Consort Ma sure is energetic today!"

Qin Xiao knew that this man was definitely mocking him for his arrogance, so he didn't feel disgusted. He only cupped his fists and chuckled: "Sure, sure."

In his heart, Mo Qingfeng was worried that she wouldn't be able to pass today's test. However, the old fox was present, so he could only cast a glance over. Qin Xiaoliu suddenly found it hard to accept. She nodded at the other team members to show her goodwill, only to see a person winking and wagging his tongue at her. Who else could it be other than that Feng Ding warrior? Immediately, Qin Xiao stuck out his tongue at him. All sorts of expressions and expressions could be seen on her face, all of which were filled with mockery. However, as the Prince Consort, no one dared to offend her. All they could do was look down on her in all sorts of ways. Only Li Ye, the one who took the martial arts exam, did not even look at her. He just crossed his arms and looked extremely arrogant.

When Qin Xiao saw that most of the opposing players were martial arts experts while he was a scholar like Duan Jingqiu, he couldn't help but feel indignant at the unfair arrangements that had been made. Just as she was busy silently criticizing, Li Hui, who was standing to one side, jumped on his horse. He looked indescribably smart and dashing as he thought to himself, "This great general is not only awe-inspiring, but he is also a veritable beauty!" As she was lost in her thoughts, Li Hui urged his horse to come in front of her. He looked at her with a slightly uncomfortable gaze and patted her shoulder, "Prince Consort, we will definitely win today's competition."

Qin Xiao knew that the general was on his side. No wonder he gave the elites to the Black Team. This general was truly conceited. In order to show fairness, Li Hui let the other side start the ball first. Mo Qingfeng swung his stick, and the ball flew straight towards the White Team goal, drawing a long arc as it fell onto the field. Li Hui urged Li Hui to go forward and welcome the ball, and Qin Xiaoliu followed closely behind on Little Treasure, shouting, "Pass the ball to me!"

Mo Qingfeng was worried about her injuries. Seeing her waving her hands around happily, he was angered to the point that he shook his head. He could only go up and fight with LiHui for the ball. As he passed by Qin Xiaoliu, he whispered, "Be careful!" Qin Xiao gave him a wink of relief. Mo Qingfeng did not dare to let others see through his plan. In the blink of an eye, he had already snatched away Qin Xiao's ball. Li Hui followed closely behind and blocked the ball. Qin Xiao shouted, "Pass it to me!" Although Li Hui felt that he was making a racket, he was helpless as he surrounded his opponent. He could only pass the ball out, while Qin Xiao blocked the ball. At this time, Feng Ding Jie came up and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, thinking about my test isn't easy at all." Qin Xiaoliu frowned. When he saw Duan Jingqiu waving at her, he immediately passed the ball to him. This Jingqiu is really good skill, a wave of yellow sand rolling, riding the ball, the ball beautifully into the other side of the goal. The White Team cheered loudly as they clapped excitedly. Everyone watching felt their blood boil, but who would dare to make a sound in this palace? Their faces were all red as they inwardly cheered for the team they liked.

After a round of applause, Nangong Kai Ran said to Chen Deng: "Pass it down, we will allow you to clap."

As expected, under the command of the head eunuch, all the nobles and ministers under the field shouted "Good" in unison!

The cheers of the team members mixed with the clatter of the horses' hooves. Mo Qingfeng, who was worried about Qin Shixiong's body and because he was not familiar with polo, acted like he was not in a good condition, but Li Ye, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became radical. He used his bravery to charge into the enemy ranks and seize the ball as well. For a time, how could the other scholars on the White Team be his match? He knocked the ball away with his stick, but saw that the ball wasn't aimed at the goal, but was instead aimed towards Qin Xiaoliu's stomach. Qin Xiao was secretly startled and immediately blocked the ball with his rod, thinking that this old thief had secretly sent people to check on him. Li Hui came to her side and asked, "Are you alright?"

It would have been weird if she was fine, but at that moment, she felt her waist was wet and warm, so she must have bled, causing her to sweat profusely. Luckily, everyone was sweating profusely, and no one would suspect anything, only Mo Qingfeng's heart was in his throat. Duan Jingqiu intercepted the small ball and once again displayed his superb skill. With a single high kick, he hit the goal and added another point to the White Team.

Although the Black Group had many experts, Mo Qingfeng's thoughts were not here. The rest of them went into their own camps and had no tacit understanding with each other. On the other hand, the White Team, after scoring two goals, under Li Hui's leadership, became braver and more united. Immediately, she coordinated with Little Treasure and entered the enemy camp with extreme tacit understanding, waving her drawing stick to intercept the ball. Her blade was like a god, at this moment, using the stick as a blade, swinging the ball in a dazzling manner, making it impossible for anyone to snatch it away. She dribbled the ball straight to the goal, and Li Ye urged his horse to stop her. Qin Xiaohei clenched his teeth and patted Xiaobao's back. He flipped over Xiaobao and hit the ball into the goal, then used his pole to prop himself up and landed back on Xiaobao who was waiting by the side.

And so, under the lead of the head eunuch, the audience once again burst into a unified "Good".

At this time, the wound on Qin Liuyun's abdomen, which was nearing his limits, was almost numb from the pain. She tightly gripped her painting stick until her fingers turned white. Duan Jingqiu's impression of her was that of a weak little beggar. Only after walking through dog shit luck did she become the top scholar, and she even managed to become the emperor's son-in-law. At this moment, he couldn't help but admire her move as he walked over and patted her shoulder, "Prince Consort Ma truly has a whole new level of respect for this subject."

Qin Xiaoliu pretended to be modest, "You're welcome, you're welcome." Saying that, he glanced at Li Ye with a provocative look. Li Ye panted heavily. His eyes were wide open, and he was very unconvinced. He was also surprised that Qin Xiao was so skilled. While Qin Xiao was feeling both pain and pride, the ball had already been snatched away by the opposing team members. Qin Xiao slapped his donkey and chased after him. Qin Xiao was focused on the ball and didn't know that this was a game, but in reality, he was trying to pick up Qin Xiao. Just as Qin Xiaolian was about to lean back, he felt as if his wound was being torn apart. Her eyes darkened and she nearly fell off her donkey. Two clashing sounds could be heard, and when Qin Liangmian looked again, it was Mo Qingfeng who blocked it. Mo Qingfeng saw that her cheeks were flushed red, and her lips were completely bloodless. He wished that he could bring her away immediately. Under the eyes of the crowd, he could only brace himself and attack the small ball. The little ball passed over everyone's head and fell into the goal. The Black Team let out a deafening cheer. Feng Ding rushed to Mo Qingfeng's side, provoking him, "I didn't think that you, this pretty boy, would have some skills."