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The sheep catching competition is an annual event. Many people come here with entrance stickers. They can only come in after they have been checked at the entrance. They can't carry any weapons with them. If anyone violates the rules, they will be disqualified immediately. The viewing platform is very large. Rows of benches are connected and divided into several vertical squares with soldiers guarding in the middle. Each square represents different levels of social strata. Those with high weight sit in the middle and extend to both sides according to the level.

In addition to the princes and nobles, other people sat on the stage to watch, from the ministers in the court to the rich businessmen and tycoons. All the dignitaries and dignitaries in the city came. Those with less status also drilled holes in the mountains and tried every means to get an entrance sticker. It seemed that as long as they entered the court, their value would rise abruptly. After all, it was a chance to see the emperor's true face, even if only for a glance It's also a great honor for them. When the stage is full, it will be another wonder.

If you can't get the entrance tag, you don't have to be discouraged. There is a fence outside the platform with a guard in the middle. The common people stand outside the fence and cheer for their favorite players. It's just that there are too many people. If you go late, you can only look at the back of the head of the person in front of you. Rao is like this. It's also a sea of people. Along the fence, there are continuous human walls It's a grand occasion that I can't imagine in my life.

When Mo Rongshu entered, a shed was being built in front of Han Erduo's gate. The felt door was too small to see the whole situation. In order not to affect the emperor's elegance, he would put up a long golden shed at the gate. The emperor would sit there to watch the battle, and the people on the opposite side could see the real face of the emperor.

In order not to attract people's attention, he, Ning Xi'an and Ning 19 were all dressed up by Mengda people. When checking the name, he saw his identity. He was a merchant. The merchant's identity was not high, so he could only pick up the side seat and sit down. Ning Xi'an and Ning 19 were sitting on both sides of him, wearing felt hat on his head, covering his eyes and eyebrows, looking around warily.

Mo Rong Shu is staring at the opposite Han Er Duo, has not officially started, felt door closed, can't see what is inside. When he was a teenager and was training in the northern military camp, he met emperor Mengda once. At that time, he was riding on a horse. Emperor Mengda was standing on the gate of the city, looking at each other from a distance. He didn't see clearly. He only knew that he was a tall and burly man. In a flash, more than 30 years had passed. The appearance of emperor Mengda had already been blurred in his mind.

At the beginning, there were some singing and dancing performances. The loud and clear long tune dragged up, which seemed to be broken and continuous, and attracted people to sing along. When the dancer appeared, there were cheers all around, but they didn't start dancing. Just watching the dancer's face and gorgeous dress, they were already excited.

Skirt flying, like flowers like butterflies, colorful belt in the hands of life, high and low exploration, such as snake attack, such as cable Feidu, more like a rainbow in the air, and then slowly fall. Bai Qianfan keeps an eye on it. He always thinks that only Nanyuan people are good at dancing. Unexpectedly, Mengda people are not inferior to Nanyuan people in dancing. Different from Nanyuan's smart and beautiful dance, Mengda dance is famous for its grand atmosphere and gives people an invisible shock.

After singing and dancing, there is wrestling performance. Mengda is a nomadic people who is good at wrestling. It is said that buku in East Vietnam is also evolved from Mengda wrestling. A strong man with half bare arms stomps his feet and drinks high, grabs his opponent's belt and falls over his shoulder. It's not really wrestling. It just integrates the wrestling movements into the dance. It's not as fierce as real wrestling, but it's also very good-looking.

Then there were some young clansmen. They stood on the field with their little shoulders and bellies open. They puffed their cheeks and glared at each other. Before they started to fight, they had already made the crowd laugh.

The emperor also went to the golden shed to watch the battle with great interest. Seeing his majesty watching the battle, the children did not dare to take it lightly. They stared at each other and circled in circles, looking very mature. They are all ordinary children. They can't see anything, but when they fight each other, whether it's good or bad, they immediately raise their voice.

A child lost. He got up and bit his teeth. His eyes were still bright. He lost face in front of the emperor. He was very ashamed, but his face showed a momentum of not admitting defeat. He bowed respectfully to the emperor and said something. The emperor looked at him smilingly and nodded, so he played again.

The opponent is bigger than him, and he still has no hope of winning in the second battle, but he is very brave. When he is pressed down, he always holds up his neck and does not let his shoulders fall to the ground. Looking at the children's red face, the audience applauded warmly. Finally, he fell down because of his lack of strength. When he got up, he bowed his head and saluted the emperor. He walked back silently. The emperor stopped him and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. He said with a loud smile, "good boy, it doesn't matter if you lose the game. You don't lose your momentum. You are my good Batu!" In Monta, Batu means warrior.

Bai Qianfan looked at the child as if he saw Murong Qingyang. The girl also had the strength to admit defeat. She always liked to compare with Ning'an and was wilder than the boy. But Murong Shu was used to it because she regarded it as the apple of her hand. Her heart is a little sour, in front of the Hou suspicion Qingyang noisy, a leave and strange.

She asked the people next to her, "which family does this child belong to? It's really good."

Next to her was a court official. Knowing that she was sent by the prince himself, he did not dare to neglect her. He replied, "this is your Majesty's eldest grandson, his Highness's eldest son. He is less than four years old this year."

Bai Qianfan nodded. He turned out to be the son of the prince, and he will inherit the grand unification in the future. No wonder he is different.Murong Shu looks at the child and thinks of Murong Qingyang. Although Qingyang is a girl, she is no worse than a boy. He likes her indomitable spirit, just like when he was a child. The little girl grew up in a twinkling of an eye. She was 12 years old. She was a big girl. When her mother came to the Chu palace, she was only 13 years old. She was thin and looked like eight or nine years old Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart and looked around.

I've been here for several days and I've been looking around, but there's no news from Bai Qianfan. He doesn't know if she's here. If she's here, where is she now? According to her character, she would not miss such a lively event as the sheep catching contest. Mo Rongshu turned his head to look back, and could not tell who was who? If Bai Qianfan comes, he will probably be among the common people. With so many people, it was hard to find her. Besides, today they came with a mission, which was not a good time to find someone. He wanted to leave more marks in berenl city. As long as the bodyguard beside her found the marks, they would be reunited.

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