"For his part, my Thirteenth Brother is the best warrior in the world. Now you have nothing to say!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled brightly.
Seeing Xuri Qian staggering up from the ground and trying to enter but was stopped, Qiqi Ge felt that his heart was about to break.
On the side, Yang Jingting was still in a state of shock.
She never imagined that Zhu Jinghong, who usually had no formal appearance, could be so brave and imposing.
Such a brave and heroic person, wouldn't it make people... Thinking of this, Yang Jingting blushed unconsciously.
Shi Xiangyun, who was also looking at the field, said with sincerity: "It is said that it is difficult to live up to the great reputation. When I saw him today... I realized that the Thirteenth Master is really a hero!"
When he said this, Shi Xiangyun only had admiration in his eyes. After all, Zhu Jinghong was trying to win glory for the Ming Dynasty, which was equivalent to using his advantages in a useful way.
Unlike the shock of several girls, Baochai was obviously calmer because she had experienced more shocking things before.
Not everyone has experienced a life-and-death crisis, and even fewer people have seen Zhu Jinghong chopping people like vegetables. Compared with that, it is childish now.
"With you here...how could Daming lose?" Baochai thought to himself.
The emperor and empress on the side were in another scene at this moment.
While the emperor was laughing heartily, Yang Qingyin's heart was in her throat, fearing that something might happen to her precious son.
"This kid... looks like me!"
Listening to the emperor's hearty laughter, Yang Qingyin poured cold water on him and said, "I think your majesty also accomplished such a feat back then!"
"They're all the same... they're all the same!" Zhu Xianming concealed his embarrassment.
Besides, on the court, with Xuriqian being thrown off his horse, the morale of the Ming Dynasty team was high, and they actually scored several goals in a row.
When the first half ended, the score was 6 to 2, which was an unusually large gap.
Junggar will rely on the second half to pull back, the possibility is basically equal to zero, so the outcome of this game is already doomed.
After both sides left the field, the riders of Ming Dynasty gathered around Zhu Jinghong and praised him one after another.
And everywhere Zhu Jinghong went, no matter he knew him or not, whether it was the Ming Dynasty or foreign envoys, they all cheered to Zhu Jinghong.
The current lively situation reminds Zhu Jinghong of the "World Cup" in his previous life, but the scale is not large now.
Unlike the cheers that Zhu Jinghong received, the Junggar people on the other side who left the stage sadly were all dejected at this moment.
"Xurigan, what's the matter with you?" Battelle grabbed his collar.
Being grabbed by the collar again, Xuriqian felt extremely humiliated, so he pushed Battle away, leaving the latter in disbelief.
"You're crazy!"
Battelle yelled loudly, he was the son of Jungar Khan, how dare Xurigan push him.
Xuri Qian didn't say anything and just found a place to sit down. He was thrown off his horse and injured his muscles and bones. Now his back was in severe pain.
If he were not afraid of being laughed at by outsiders, he would have left to find a doctor long ago.
At this moment, he was holding on with all his strength, purely to protect Junggar's face.
"Are you okay?" Risong stepped forward and asked, and he discovered that Xuri was doing something wrong.
Enduring the severe pain, Xuri Qian replied: "Sir, I fell off the horse just now, my sternum should be broken!"
"Can't get on?"
Risong himself felt embarrassed when he asked this question. He was seriously injured.
Xurigan replied honestly: "I can't even move now!"
"Then we are doomed to lose!" Battelle stepped forward and asked.
Knowing that Xuri Qian was seriously injured, the anger in his heart disappeared.
"We have lost!" Narisong replied helplessly.
Xuri Qian said very solemnly: "That Thirteenth Master is really brave enough that no man can deserve it. We underestimated him!"
Only by facing Zhu Jinghong directly can we truly feel the horror of it. Xuri Qian has been completely defeated and has no pride left.
"Xurigan, you are my number one warrior in Junggar!" Battle reminded angrily.
Hearing this, Xuri Qian only smiled bitterly. This name just sounds ridiculous to him now.
When everyone was silent, time passed quickly, and the bell rang for the start of the second half.
The momentum on the Ming side was high, but the Junggar side was in a low mood, making everyone at the scene aware of the result of the game.
In fact, this is indeed the case. The entire second half of the game was equivalent to Ming Dynasty suppressing Junggar.
From beginning to end, Junggar never scored a goal, but Ming Dynasty scored seven more. The final score was 13 to 2.
Zhu Xianming laughed heartily when he heard the bell ringing.
"Let me just say... Lao Shisan is a good guy. He never disappoints me in his work!"
Hearing the emperor's praise, Yang Qingyin was not too happy.
Lao Liu, who was still a prince back then, was praised repeatedly in this way, and was finally praised as the "virtuous king" now, and launched an impact on the positions of the princes.
In the past six months, the emperor had praised Lao Shisan many times, as if the events of the past were being replayed, and Yang Qingyin couldn't help but worry.
But then she thought about it, as Lao Shisan was a mixed person and didn't look like a prince at all, so there was no need to worry too much.
Maybe he was overthinking... Yang Qingyin thought.
"The Tenth Year of Orthodoxy, the Holy Birthday Polo Match, ends here...the Ming Dynasty wins this round!"
As the ceremony officer shouted, most people at the scene cheered, and no one cared about the Junggar people who left the field miserably.
Throwing the stick to the guard beside him, Zhu Jinghong stretched out his hands to bathe in the glory, his expression much calmer than other players.
Looking at Zhu Jinghong in the crowd, Prince Zhu Jingyuan sighed. This was a scene he couldn't envy.
Ever since he was young, he had hardly accomplished anything worthy of praise, let alone bathed in glory and enjoyed the admiration of thousands of people like this.
"Thirteenth brother is much better than me!" Zhu Jingyuan sighed.
Thinking that Zhu Jinghong had a good relationship with him, Zhu Jingyuan felt a lot more at ease. Such a good relationship must be won over.
In fact, Zhu Jingyuan, who was sitting on the other side, had similar thoughts to the prince at the moment.
She envied Zhu Jinghong's abilities, and at the same time hoped to win over him.
Perhaps it was because of a tacit understanding that the two brothers, who were not far apart, looked at each other at the same time, and then both snorted and turned away.
If you get first place in this competition, the court will naturally reward you.
As the first place, the members of the Ming Dynasty team were given swords. These swords were carefully crafted by the war bureau. They were gorgeous and noble and could be used as ritual heirlooms.
After the Ming Dynasty's team received the reward, they were followed by the second-place Junggar people. According to regulations, they also received the sword, but the regulations were lower.
Then third place, fourth place...
There was a lot of excitement here to receive awards, but Zhu Jinghong was not among them, because he really didn't need it.
At this moment, he had arrived at the viewing floor and was walking up the steps.
However, just around the corner, a beautiful shadow shot over quickly and bumped into Zhu Jinghong who was turning to go upstairs.
Fortunately, this guy's movements were nimble, so he raised his hands to block, thinking it was a clue, and happened to grab Qiqi's chest with both hands.
Even though he has a cheerful personality, he was frightened when he was held by Zhu Jinghong with both hands, and he didn't know how to deal with himself for a while.
Zhu Jinghong was also stunned.
"you……"
Qi Qige originally wanted to curse, but Zhu Jinghong rubbed her so hard that she couldn't say anything, so she instinctively wanted to kick Zhu Jinghong.
However, the next moment, the leg she kicked out was hugged by Zhu Jinghong again, and their posture at this moment became even weirder.
(End of chapter)
