"By the way, the football you have been playing recently, Xiaoxuan, seems to be quite interesting. I heard that His Majesty even came to Yanhuang Academy to play a game in person. If I hadn't been going south in a while, I would have formed a team. Have fun~!”
Yunshan Villa, in the main hall.
After Li Xiaogong finished talking about his business, he suddenly started talking about football recently, with regret on his face. Obviously, he must have heard about the two football matches in the academy.
Li Zexuan smiled and said: "Since the prince likes football, I will give you two, and you can take them to the south to play! Besides, when everything is settled over there, the Holy One will definitely call you back!"
As the prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Xiaogong would not allow Li Xiaogong to stay in the south for a long time, and it would be less than a year at most. When the "business" of the Shipping Company in Guangdong Port is stabilized, he will definitely be Li Er was recalled. This was something everyone could see clearly.
"Haha! Then I will accept your offer! You don't know that the people under me have been coveting this football for a long time!"
Li Xiaogong laughed, looking disrespectful, which made Li Zexuan feel a little cheated.
When he first started making football, Li Zexuan only played it for himself and had no intention of mass production and sales because there was no stable supply of rubber at that time, so he used less rubber than he had.
Later, after reaching a "trade agreement" with Zhenla and Piao, Li Zexuan had a supply of rubber. In addition, Li Er also wanted to promote football, so Li Zexuan took advantage of the situation and established the Football Association, deciding to mass-produce footballs and promote them throughout the Tang Dynasty.
So the football now is not as "precious" as it was at the beginning. Li Tai has already got the football from him, and Cheng Chumo, Li Chengqian, Tiedan and others have also got the football as they wished. They don't have to wait until they get the top three in the monthly exam. Only with grades can you get football.
Seeing Li Zexuan's depressed face, Li Xiaogong stood up and said with a smile: "Haha, ok, please pay more attention to the affairs of the Shibo Department, and I won't disturb you anymore! Hey, but your courtyard is well built, and your subordinates will do it later. The engineering team has finished using it and I'll lend it to the king for a few days. The palace is old and needs repairs!"
Li Zexuan was speechless. It was not like he had never been to the Prince's Mansion before. How did it look like it had fallen into disrepair despite its magnificent appearance? Li Xiaogong obviously wanted to renovate his palace according to the architectural style of Yunshan Villa!
I have to say that in terms of personal enjoyment, he and Li Xiaogong still have something in common.
"Well, the academy project has basically been completed. If the prince needs manpower, he can always go to the construction team to choose! Then I will give the prince a few sets of furniture by the way!"
Since you want to give a favor, then give a complete set. Li Zexuan still has a very good impression of Li Xiaogong.
"Haha! Okay, okay! I really did not misjudge the person!"
Li Xiaogong laughed heartily and went out with a look of relief.
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It's night, the Feng family's new house.
The lights in the study were brightly lit, indicating that the owner of the house was still awake.
"Quyuli, Shenxianzui, Wenwenxiang, "Datang Daily", Yanhuang Academy, this Li Zexuan has established such a huge foundation in Chang'an City in less than a year. It is really different from ordinary people!"
In the study, Feng Zhidai said to himself under the candlelight.
There was a thick stack of manuscripts on the table in front of him, which were the information about Li Zexuan investigated by his guards.
There was relatively little information about Lingnan. He had heard of Li Zexuan's name before and had used items related to Li Zexuan, such as "Datang Daily" and "Shenxian Zui".
But after reading these materials, he realized how many things Li Zexuan had "done" in the past year, and the more he read these materials, the more frightened he became. Li Zexuan's rise was so fast that it was simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. category!
"Huh? Li Zexuan descended from the sky and single-handedly wiped out the Seventh Cultivation Sect in one fell swoop?"
When he turned to the next page of information and saw the annotation on it, Feng Zhidai's eyes narrowed and his face suddenly became solemn. He quickly looked at it carefully.
The study was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside and the sound of Feng Zhidai turning pages.
After a full quarter of an hour, Feng Zhidai put down the information and raised his head. His eyes were extremely deep and his face was very ugly. He could only hear him murmuring: "Fairy lamp, iron ball of true energy? How is this possible? ?”
"Amu~!"
"Master!"
After Feng Zhidai was lost in thought for a long time, he called Amu in, and then he asked in a deep voice: "Are these fairy lamps and zhenqi iron balls really real~?"
Amu bowed and replied: "Sir, this fairy lantern does exist. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Marquis Yong'an took his wife on the fairy lantern and traveled around Chang'an City. Countless people saw it. As for the iron ball of zhenqi, it was only reported from the court, and my subordinates have no way of knowing whether it is true or not!"
"There is actually a magical object that can take people to the sky!"
A look of disbelief appeared on Feng Zhidai's face. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked anxiously: "How many more of these Zhenqi Iron Balls do Li Zexuan have?"
Amu was stunned for a moment, then replied: "According to Marquis Yong'an, there is only one iron ball of zhenqi. His master, Master Lingxu, poured his life's energy into the iron ball before he passed away!"
Feng Zhidai looked embarrassed and said: "That's nonsense! I have never heard that true energy can be poured into an iron ball and preserved for a long time! Li Zexuan must be lying!"
Seeing that Feng Zhidai didn't believe it, Amu added: "Sir, my subordinates heard that on the night the Seventh Xiu Sect was destroyed, many people saw the light of fire rising to the sky in the northeast of Chang'an City, and there was a loud thunder from the sky. A few days later, Some mountain people went up the mountain to check and found that the entire top of the mountain had been reduced to ashes. If Marquis Yong'an hadn't used the iron ball of zhenqi, I really can't think of any weapon with such terrifying power!"
After hearing this, Feng Zhidai couldn't help but lose consciousness for a while, "Fire? Thunder? How can such magical means be in the hands of a mortal!"
After a moment, he came back to his senses and ordered: "Amu, you recently found an opportunity to send a message to my father, telling him that he cannot move! He is invincible!"
After saying this, a hint of loneliness suddenly appeared on his face.
"Sir, this! Why? No matter how powerful Yong'an Marquis is, he is just one person. The terrain in Lingnan is dangerous, and we have thousands of warriors, so why should we be afraid?"
Amu stared, a little unconvinced.
Feng Zhidai said angrily: "Shut up! Do as I say!"
Seeing that Feng Zhidai, who had always been gentle, actually got angry, Amu didn't dare to say anything anymore, and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Yes, Young Master!"
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