Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1089

Cen Yuan looked at the lively red scene in the Jinghua Arena, tears welling up in her eyes.

From the day the flag plan was finalized, the Northern Propaganda Department began preparing small hand-held flags.

Today, everyone who enters the venue can receive a beautifully crafted flag. Now the whole venue is filled with red flags, which makes people tear up.

There was a deep longing in his eyes, and at this moment, he was no longer alone.

Finally, his gaze entangled with Shi Anxia's from a distance, and they smiled at each other.

Shi Anxia looked at Cen Yuan quietly.

She once again saw a different kind of affection in Cen Yuan's eyes.

She knew that it was not directed at her, so who was it directed at?

She turned her head in surprise and saw red eyes.

Everyone had a small flag in their hands and was waving it enthusiastically.

In fact, she also had one in her hand, a small bamboo stick with a small red silk flag strung on it.

In fact, not only that, some teenagers also thought of using colored ink to draw flag patterns on their faces, which is both festive and beautiful.

This is a cheer for the North Wing. There has never been a moment like now when the North Wing, the ruler and the people are so united in the same goal, standing up, shouting at the top of their lungs, with tears streaming down their cheeks.

At this moment, everyone has the same name: Beiyi!

At this time, Tang Xinghe jumped onto Cen Yuan's back like a monkey, and Ma Chuyang was not to be outdone and pounced on Wei Yuzhi's back.

This is a carnival in the North Wing, a carnival for teenagers.

Wei Yuzhi calmed down, and now he felt a little embarrassed, "Why are you acting like you've won? The game has just started."

"Brother! You won! You won, you won!" Tang Xinghe called out "brother" sincerely. He got off Cen Yuan, pushed Ma Chuyang away, and jumped onto Wei Yuzhi's back. "My brother won! My brother won!"

Ma Chuyang went to pull Cen Yuan again, hugging her tightly and refusing to let go.

The competition reached its climax just as it began.

Lord Song, the Minister of War, who had originally had a gloomy face, also smiled at this time.

He smiled shyly at first, then burst into laughter.

Or maybe I think about my younger self, who was also so fearless and courageous on the battlefield.

Time has smoothed his edges, and seeking stability has become his principle in doing things.

It was the officialdom that wasted his energy, and being smooth and tactful became his style of doing things.

In fact, when he was the same age as this group of teenagers, he once encountered a bully bullying a girl while shopping at the market. In a fit of anger, he rushed forward to save the girl, and not only delayed his return to the team, but also popped the bully's eyes.

He violated military regulations and was punished by the commander with thirty military sticks, which left his skin torn and flesh exposed.

The coach asked, if you encounter this kind of thing next time, will you still do it?

He replied: I will take care of it! I must take care of it! Even if I have to be beaten to death with a hundred military sticks, I will still take care of it!

The coach single-handedly protected him from the storms and ensured his successful career.

When the commander was dying, he said, "You are not actually the best soldier under my command, but you have a spirit that I like. I think this is the person the North Wing really needs!"

However, in recent years, he has only been concerned about whether he can wear the official hat on his head steadily. When someone bribed the officials of the Ministry of War to cheat during the military examination, his first thought was whether it would affect his official career.

Lord Song had not thought of the commander-in-chief for many years. But at this moment, when he saw the clear eyes and fearless and unruly appearance of the young men, he remembered that he had also gone through the same journey.

He looked up at the sky, tears welling up in his eyes. A voice in his heart said, "Master, I have failed to live up to your expectations. But every day in the future, I will remember what you said."

Unlike the people of Beiyi, the atmosphere in the Wan State delegation was heavy.

Booth looked at the red all around and felt it was very annoying.

He frowned and said calmly, "The people of Beiyi have never seen the world, so they think they are going to win. Why are you crying so sadly? At worst, there is still Ju Wuzhong who can play. Wan Kingdom will definitely win this game."