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

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."

Tan Lu said, "I don't know why, but I always feel that... the North Wing is confident of winning. My eyelids keep twitching."

"That's because you're stupid," Booth said leisurely.

Tanlu: “…”

The stupidest thing I did was to answer your question! This prince is still as unpleasant as ever. It's so annoying that he had to follow me.

Internal strife broke out in Wan State.

Ju Wuzhong, who was standing on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, stood alone on one side, quietly looking at the archers of the north wing.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his gaze was fixed on Cen Yuan.

Ju Wuzhong knew that the young man Wei Yuzhi who had just entered the arena had broken through to the level of an ordinary archer, but that was not his best condition.

In other words, in time, the young man will become a master of archery, but not now.

At this time, the boy was still just a boy, a little immature.

Ju Wuzhong felt that among those people, Cen Yuan was the hidden master.

After weighing the pros and cons again and again, he walked towards the three young men from Wan State who were about to go on stage.

The boys were terrified. Oh my god, God has come.

The three of them immediately knelt on one leg to greet him.

Ju Wuzhong said, "You must abandon distracting thoughts, so that you can enter a state of unity between man, horse, and arrow. Don't always think about surpassing or defeating someone, so that you can achieve the desired effect."

Only by keeping calm can you not be disturbed by the outside world. Only by not being disturbed by the outside world can you control yourself, the speed of the wind, the speed of the horse, and the speed of the arrow.

He solemnly warned, "I said earlier that being able to shoot through a square hole depends on archery skills. But to hit the target at the back, it depends on feeling."

The youngest, Kolo, asked, "What is that feeling? Is it God's guidance?"

Ju Wuzhong thought about it and nodded, "Yes, maybe it was God's guidance."

Although Talu was kneeling, a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

Tsk! You are usually so high and mighty that you don't want to impart your special skills, but now you come to talk nonsense.

What kind of archery god is this? He is nothing but a hypocritical person.

Coming here to teach them in front of so many people showed that he had done his best.

When they lose, the Arrow God will appear as a god and trample them under his feet.

If they are lucky enough to win, others will say, see, they are different because they have received guidance from the God of Archery.

In short, no matter what, there are benefits to being unrestrained.

What a hypocrite!

Fu Ling didn't think much about it. He just wanted to ride on the horse, pick up the bow and arrow, and feel whether there was any god guiding him.

At the examiner's command, the archers from Wan State took the stage for this event.

The three boys are very versatile and they have signed up for almost every event in archery.

Didn't they say they were going to compete for "who is the best in the world besides Ju Wuzhong"? Now, let's not talk about Ju Wuzhong for now, the real reason is to step on Wei Yu.

However, Wei Yuzhi's impressive results... the lowest was eight rings, the highest was ten rings, which aroused the fighting spirit of the Wan people.

Talu was the first to step forward, straightening his back and reporting, "Wan Guo, Talu!"

The Jinghua Arena was dead silent.

To be honest, it's good that there was no deliberate booing.

The revelry just now was over, and the Beiyi people became nervous again. After all, Wei Yuzhi did not lock in the victory, and there was still room for improvement in the game.

The Wan people are famously strong, and their archers are so powerful... I'm so nervous.