"Your Highness, your gatekeeper is probably not the guardian of Daci Temple, but the Toutuo monk who sets the fire, right?" Princess Han seized the opportunity and sarcastically retorted.
The prince looked gloomy and cursed secretly: "Why did I send such a fool to guard the goal?" As the first ball entered the net, the confrontation between the two sides escalated again. The palace still adopted the strategy of defensive counterattack, passing the ball back and forth with its feet and playing steadily.
But after all, the Prince's team was very skilled. After the first half, both sides scored goals, and the battle was tied at 2-2.
"Dang!" With the sound of a gong, the first half of the game ended, and the players came off the field to take a rest. Nong Yue and the musicians from the Red Mansion, who had been waiting on the sidelines for a long time, boarded the midfield with their pipa, sheng and xiao in their arms.
Song Che waved his hand, and most of the lights in Yanbian were extinguished. The remaining firelight, accompanied by the bright moon, shone alone on the beauty in the field.
In an instant, the vocal music suddenly started, and the whole place was silent. The beauties danced to the music, with fluttering ribbons and swaying sleeves, just like the fairy Chang'e in the Guanghan Palace, riding on the moonlight to visit the world.
As soon as the dance ended, the whole audience was intoxicated; then he sang "Water Melody Songtou", the melodious and clear singing voice reached to the sky, completely sublimating the sadness of parting and the Mid-Autumn Festival; when the song ended, the entire audience burst into tears. Wet clothes!
"Okay!" The applause came from emotion, and the admiration came from the heart. Nong Yue and the other musicians nodded in thanks and gradually faded out of the stadium amid applause.
"I should arrange another reward session, which will definitely bring in a lot of profit." Song Che pursed his lips and murmured to himself.
"You are really a money addict. You can forget about being moved by such a heart-wrenching singing voice. You still want to squeeze money from others." Lin Yue wiped her tears.
Song Che smiled bitterly to himself, I gave her this poem!
"The second half is about to begin. The prince is very competitive and may play some dirty tricks. You must be careful," Song Che looked at Lin Yue and solemnly warned: "Especially you, you are the backbone of the team, but If there is no accident, if there is no confrontation, try to avoid it."
"Understood."
"Dang!" The gong sounded, and the two sides took the stage again. After the exchange of fields, the second half began. As expected, the Prince's team took the lead and began to work hard, using their physical advantages to fight.
"Ouch! You kick the ball, or kick it to me!"
"Cuju is bound to be bumpy. If you don't dodge, who's to blame!" Only half an hour into the game, someone from the Wangfu team was injured and his thigh was bruised and bruised.
Gradually, the Wangfu team was also irritated. They shoveled, hit, pulled, pulled, and pushed in every possible way. The referee on the side also turned a blind eye and decided not to judge any team at all. .
The more fierce the confrontation, the more excited the spectators become, cheering and sighing one after another. It is not a big deal to watch the excitement, and they can't wait for the game to turn into a boxing match.
Halfway through the second half, the Wangye team had lost four players, and all substitutes were on the field. After continuous physical confrontation, their physical strength suddenly dropped. The Wangye team, which was already at a disadvantage, was seized by the Prince team. They scored three goals in a row and the score opened up. Got to five to two.
Morale will inevitably suffer. The Prince's team fought more and more fiercely, and their hands became darker and darker. After a push, the long-suppressed conflict completely broke out!
"Do you want to fight!?"
"What's wrong with hitting you? I'm short and my skills are inferior to others. Can you blame me?"
"Your prince is not as good as our prince..." Zhao Suiquan pretended not to notice and sat on the sidelines eating grapes leisurely. Even though the princess was anxious, how could she, a woman, support the meal?
She had no choice but to turn to Song Che for help: "Mr. Song, look at this..." Song Che smiled and said: "In a confrontational match, it's normal to have some small moves." At this point in the game, for a profiteer, it doesn't matter whether he loses or not. , anyway, the goal has been achieved, and the money has fallen into his pocket.
The two referees, in order to avoid escalation of the conflict, came on to mediate for a few words, and then the players from both sides temporarily gave up and the game continued.
In the last half of the game, the Prince's team shifted all its firepower to Lin Yue. As soon as she got the ball, three or five people would come forward to fight for it. Two people deliberately blocked Lin Yue, and the rest would do something dirty. , punching and kicking, no sense of football ethics.
Even though Lin Yue had martial arts skills to defend herself, she could not defeat her with her fists. Not only was the ball snatched away, but she also suddenly fell to the ground. She was holding her calf with a very painful expression.
The princess quickly stopped the game. Lin Yue was helped off, her leggings soaked with blood.
"What a kick! It's just a beating!"
"Even Lin Guoyuan is injured, how can we still play? Let's just admit defeat."
"It's okay... I can continue with a little treatment." Lin Yue was still strong, but when he lifted up his trousers, a half-inch long gash was opened in his calf, and blood could not stop flowing out.
This was obviously an injury caused by a sharp weapon. too dark!
"You can't play anymore. If the wound is torn again, it will be difficult to heal." Song Che applied some iodine to the wound and said while bandaging it: "There is still the last half of the game. All the remaining players will return to defense. If you persist until the end of the game, you will be victorious.”
"You got your wish! But we don't want to lose so miserably, and we don't want them to bully you in vain! We don't just do it for money like you!" Lin Yue pushed Song Che away angrily, put down his trouser legs, stretched his legs and tried to stand up, but the wound The pain caused her to sit back again.
"Sister Lin, forget it..."
"Yes, Lin Huyuan, we can't win anyway. Losing one ball is a loss, losing ten balls is also a loss."
"I want to fight for this breath——"
"Let me take your place." A soft female voice sounded from behind everyone. She got a red dress from somewhere, tied up her hair in a high bun, took off all the jewelry and charms, and looked clean and tidy. The peony in the flourishing age completely transformed into the orchid in the empty valley.
"Miss Nongyue?" Everyone was in disbelief. Even Song Che was shocked by this sudden change of clothes.
"I haven't played Cuju for a long time. If you don't perform well, don't blame me." Nonyue helped Lin Yue up from the ground.
Lin Yue, who was filled with righteous indignation before, instantly became calm, with trust in her eyes. She nodded and only said: "You have to be careful."
"when!"
"The timeout is up, the game continues!" Team leader Nong Yue came on stage. Sharp-eyed onlookers recognized her at a glance.
Previously she was a singing and dancing beauty, but now she has become a Cuju heroine. The huge contrast has earned her a wave of applause.
"What? You don't have enough strength, so you want to use a 'honey trap'? There are so many men among us, can you handle it all by yourself? Hahaha..."
"It's hard to say. After all, she is a famous prostitute in the Red Mansion. She has been trained." Faced with the ridicule from the Prince's team, Nong Yue just snorted coldly and quickly walked to the sidelines to stand.
The Prince's team held the ball and charged towards the goal. The Prince's team all returned to the field and formed a human wall in front of the goal, intending to defend to the death!
