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

Chapter 978

No matter which side it is, as long as the ball approaches the goal, the drum will sound.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, rapid and powerful.

A ray of golden sunlight shone on Fu Minghui's riding clothes, her red clothes flashed, the light suddenly became brighter, and the wooden ball was touched into the ball by the long pole in her hand.

The ball goes in! The drums are beaten three times, and the winning team plants the flag.

North Wing wins!

This is not a competitive polo match, but just a one-sided and gorgeous polo performance.

Crush!

The process from kick-off to goal is extremely short.

In just a blink of an eye, the Wannian player didn't even have a chance to touch the ball before the North Wing scored a goal.

Tanlu hasn't reacted yet.

The audience hasn’t had enough.

Boom boom boom, it starts. Boom boom boom, it ends.

Someone in the stands was laughing, "It's like watching Xing Mingyue's competition!"

Xing Mingyue: Stop it, it’s not polite.

Hu Wei was angry: "Don't pull me down! How can I be with the people of Wan? I'm already hanging out with Brother Mingyue."

Someone in the stands had sharp eyes and spotted a bright spot. "Ah! Look, that flag!"

The flag was red, flying in the wind, with its banner fluttering and flames blazing.

The flag representing the northern wing was revised by Emperor Mingde. It is said to be the result of the careful work of all officials of the Northern Propaganda Department.

During the design process, Cen Yuan, the Minister of the Northern Propaganda Department, proposed the concept of "gathering together as a ball of fire, scattering as stars in the sky".

People came up with no less than a hundred drafts based on this sentence. Finally, Cen Yuan selected a design that was closest to the sentence. There were stars on the flag and its color was like fire.

Red! Red! Bright red!

At this moment, Cen Yuan looked at the flag fluttering in the wind and couldn't help but burst into tears.

He sat there without moving, and his expression didn't even change. He just stared at the flag with burning eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

If faith had a color, it would definitely be... red!

He is homesick.

But he can't go back.

Emperor Mingde glanced at his son-in-law with surprise, but did not dare to speak or disturb him.

Men don't shed tears easily, especially his son-in-law.

Except for his emotional ups and downs towards Shi Anxia, ​​he was like a wooden block at other times. He either kept silent or started to argue.

At this time, his son-in-law actually shed tears.

Emperor Mingde followed Cen Yuan's line of sight and found that he was looking at the red flag.

When the draft was sent to Emperor Mingde earlier, he thought it was good at first sight.

Looking at it now, I still feel my heart is burning.

But when did his son-in-law become so sentimental? He could cry just by looking at the flag after winning the game?

Uh-huh, and you still say you don’t love my North Wing!

Admit it, Xiao Yuanyuan, no one is laughing at you.

On the field, Fu Minghui asked the Wan country woman, "Do you want to continue?"

The Wan woman was very depressed.

They were not convinced! It was mainly because the horses were disobedient!

They want to change horses and fight again.

The woman named Duoyun looked down at them and said in a half-baked Northern Wing dialect, "We have come from far away and are not used to the local climate. It's not fair!"

Fu Minghui raised her head, her ponytail drawing a beautiful arc, "It's up to you, let's change horses and fight again! Do you want us to change my Beiyi horses, or do we want to change your Wan country horses?"