Chapter 134 Enemies meet
King Zhao couldn't help but praise: "What a formidable young man! He is only a seven or eight-year-old child now. Will he become the number one Cuju master in the capital when he grows up?"
Of course it was not the first time that King Zhao had seen these skills of Gong Changan, Song Xiang and others could do them.
But the palace chief An Sheng is young, and this alone is surprising enough.
Not to mention that Song Xiang and others at his age are far from reaching this level. Even if I go to Beijing now, I can't find anyone else.
When everyone heard what the prince said, they immediately started to praise him.
Gong Changan, however, seemed oblivious and was still focused on showing off his methods.
Several other people gathered around him, doing more ordinary actions.
They have long known that Gong Changan is a red flower, and they are all green leaves.
But no one is jealous of Gong Changan. After all, he has real skills, and he is also very willing to teach them.
But they can't endure too much hardship, they just play when they feel like it, unlike Gong Changan, who has to spend one or two hours practicing almost every day.
Song Xiang's eyes almost burst into flames when he looked at Gong Chang'an in the crowd. When he saw him, he remembered the pitiful death of his sister. He really wanted to go up and kick Gong Chang'an to death.
A burst of applause from the crowd brought him back from his thoughts. At this time, Gong Changan and several other children had finished their performance. They left the stage with Pi Zhuan in their arms and went to salute in front of King Zhao.
King Zhao smiled happily, took Gong Changan's hand and said, "I didn't expect you to have such ability at such a young age. Very good, very good! You can come to my house to play often in the future."
It would be inappropriate to say this from someone else's mouth, but this is the powerful King Zhao. How many people want to curry favor but cannot.
So many people secretly envied Gong Changan's good luck in their hearts.
But Gong Changan did not show that he was flattered, although his face was also happy: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation. The boys will come to bother me often."
"No thanks! Come here, let's see the reward!" King Zhao waved his hand and ordered people to bring up the sharp things.
Several servants from Prince Zhao's Mansion brought up plates filled with golden melon seeds.
"One person, one plate, don't be too little." King Zhao said with a smile.
Looking at these tiger-headed children, he couldn't help but think of his own children. How great it would be if he had such a group of solid sons!
The eldest son was sent to the palace and raised under the Queen's knees, while the younger son was frail and sickly and did not dare to let him out in such weather for fear of being exposed to the wind.
Several children each got a plate of golden melon seeds. They were not short of money, but they were still very happy to get this gift. After all, it was a lucky draw.
Only Gong Changan refused to answer.
King Zhao couldn't help but ask him: "Why don't you want it? Is it too little? Come here! Give him another plate."
It stands to reason that Chang'an, the performer just now, contributed the most, so he should be rewarded more.
"Back to your lord, I'm not too young." Gong Changan said, "I'm here today for the Nanzhu Golden Pagoda." "What did you say?" King Zhao was very surprised after hearing his words, "Then the Nanzhu Golden Pagoda Not everyone can get it.”
The Nanzhu Golden Pagoda they call is made of red gold and inlaid with precious Nanzhu on the top of the tower. There are eight in total, each one is more than a foot high.
It was specially built by King Zhao in order to reward the Cuju team that finally won recently.
"The boy knows this, so I beg the prince to allow him to play and compete." Gong Changan said.
"My child, it's good that you have this ambition, but let me tell you, adults and children are different after all. You are still too young." King Zhao cherished Gong Changan's talent, so he gave him kind words.
But Gong Changan said: "I want the prince to know that although these Kunlun slaves in Duke Qiao's mansion are tall and strong, they are actually average at kicking Cuju. If they compete with the masters, they will be defeated in a few rounds.
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As for us children, although we are quite skilled at Cuju, we suffer from our short stature and limited strength.
So we decided that we might as well merge into one, and we and Kunlun Nu would form a team to compete with the people in the prince's palace. I wonder if the prince can be sure? ”
"This...this kind of kicking method has never been seen by me before." King Zhao smiled, "It sounds very interesting."
"Your Majesty, we have been practicing in private for a month. Please let us play!" Qiao Ziyu also said, "I don't want this plate of golden melon seeds anymore."
"Hey, you deserve this, take it. Since you want to play, then give it a try! Let us all follow and see what's new." King Zhao was in a good mood and didn't think much about it. I agreed to the children's request.
After hearing this, the people on Song Xiang's team all said, "What kind of kick is this? Who are we competing with?"
While he was talking, several children were already riding on Kunlun Nu's shoulders, and everyone understood.
It was these sturdy Kunlun slaves who carried several children, and those children directed their actions.
"This is the first time I've seen Cuju like this." Everyone laughed when they saw it, "Interesting, interesting."
Song Xiang couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He looked at Gong Chang'an who was riding on Kunlun Slave's shoulders and said to himself that this kid is really not afraid of death. He would just let you fall down from above and break your neck!
Gong Changan met his gaze without fear, and could not help but twitch a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that as long as he played today, Song Xiang would definitely think of ways to harm him. Because he hated himself so much that he wished he would die in front of him immediately.
"Those Kunlun slaves are as strong as animals, we have to prepare something at hand." Song Xiang lowered his voice and said to the others, "If we let them get the upper hand this time, we will not have a foothold in Prince Zhao's palace in the future. If King Zhao doesn’t want to see us, other people in the capital will laugh at us.”
"Brother Song, you are right. We have been brave for half our lives. We cannot fall into this and become the laughing stock of everyone." Someone echoed, "We might as well use our secret strength on our hands and feet for a while."
"But we still have to be careful! After all, they are carrying young men from various families on their shoulders. It will not look good if anyone is hurt." Some people are more cautious.
"Don't worry, the other children are just idiots. Only the children from the Gong family have some sense. We'll go up in a while and we'll just find a way to get him down first." Song Xiang deliberately said in a relaxed tone, "Let's just deal with him riding The Kunlun slave, after the Kunlun slave is abolished, he will naturally become honest.”
He said this, but he didn't mean it in his heart.
The Cuju field is like a battlefield. Who would care so much if two people are fighting each other? Even if something happens by then, King Zhao will still be there to take care of it!
He only said that he accidentally hurt someone, but he would not lose his life.
What's more, in order to avenge his sister, it is worth receiving some punishment.