The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

The envoys were secretly shocked.

This was not the first time some people had seen the North Wing Emperor, as he had come here once several years ago.

The emperors at that time were also noble and dignified, but not as frightening and admirable as they are today.

What makes the Northern Wing Emperor as sacred and inviolable as a god?

Smart people immediately realized that it was the people! It was the people’s will! It was what the people wanted.

These are the most important and natural nutrients for an emperor. The people's spirit nourishes the emperor's spirit. The people's heart is the fertile soil of loyalty, creating a strong and unshakable towering tree that soars into the sky.

The North Wing has now been completely transformed.

Tanlu and others turned pale with fear, shocked by the deafening shouts of “Long live the emperor!”

You should know that originally only their Wan Kingdom had such momentum. When the king raised his arm and called out, thousands of troops and horses galloped forward.

It is because they have such momentum and confidence that they dare to act recklessly among countries.

Tanlu was on pins and needles.

I had heard the people of the North Wing shouting "Long live the emperor" before, but it had never been as frightening as it was today. Because it was more like a lifeless slogan, just because the people were afraid of the imperial power.

Now the slogan is alive! Every word seems to have life.

Together with the Emperor of the Northern Wing, behind him are thousands of shouting and passionate people.

This is definitely not a good thing for Wan State.

There is only one way left, win! Wan must win in order to establish its prestige among the nations.

Because as soon as they entered the capital of Beiyi, two cities were captured in a row.

Once, the Fu Shou Cream was destroyed, cutting off their retreat; another time, a large army approached the border, but they were suppressed by the northern wing and could not move.

Wan State has been in a passive position, it is time to regain its strength.

But! The women’s polo match on the field was not exciting, and was even overwhelmingly one-sided.

If there is any advantage that the State of Wan had, it must be their excellent war horses, which are simply unmatched.

Wherever the horses of the Wan Kingdom stepped, the horses of the northern wing would automatically avoid them. This was the only advantage of the Wan Kingdom.

But advantages are often disadvantages. Nowadays, the people who control the horses are just a few maids who work all year round.

The better the horse, the worse the temper.

If the person who rides the horse does not have some skills, the horse will not be obedient.

If you tell it to go east, it will arrogantly go west. If you want to order it, it will kick you to the ground.

This is the situation now. Emperor Mingde kicked the ball, and the four horses of Wan State were the first to run towards the ball quickly.

However, two of the four horses had already dropped their owners halfway through the journey, and the two women fell on the lawn in horror.

They huddled together, fearing that they would be trampled into mud by the horses behind them. They stood up and fled in panic, quickly retreating to the sidelines.

Tanlu was so angry that he wanted to tear these two useless things apart with his bare hands.

What's the point of keeping waste?

Fortunately, there are still two horses and two people on the field... As soon as this thought flashed through Tanlu's mind, his face turned dark.

He saw that the other two horses did not obey the maid's orders and stopped to play before reaching the polo field.

No matter how the maid squeezed the horse's belly or shouted "Gee", the horse was too lazy to pay attention.

During this delay, the North Wing Red Polo Team gave a clear “go” and the horses obediently headed towards the wooden ball.

Fourteen-year-old Fu Mingxi is the youngest of the four girls, and also the most competitive and eager to show off. After a crisp "drive", she was only one club away from the wooden ball.

The girl kept going at lightning speed. She swung high and passed the wooden ball to another 14-year-old girl, Fu Mingyi, in the distance.

Fu Mingyi was only half a year older than Fu Mingxi, and was the prettiest and brightest of the four girls. When she caught the ball neatly, the fifteen-year-old Fu Mingsu and the sixteen-year-old Fu Minghui were already galloping towards the other side's goal without looking back.

Fu Mingyi was not greedy for credit, he ran with the ball, looking for the right moment to swing and pass the ball. Fu Mingsu was one with the horse, he caught the ball smoothly without even raising his eyes.

It would be impossible to achieve such precision without thousands of times of coordination.

As the audience in the stands concentrated and held their breath, cheers rang out one after another.

As if to respond to the audience's calls, Fu Mingsu performed a variety of ball control shows and then passed the ball to Fu Minghui who was running in the front like flowing water.

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?"