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This huge commotion also attracted the attention of the students in the Imperial College, and they consciously made way for the group of people to pass through.

Walking at the front of the team, Dongfang Hongye strode with her head held high, looking very excited. She shouted loudly:

"Louder! Louder! Let the momentum shock the whole audience!"

Suddenly, the sounds of suona, gongs and drums resounded through the sky, causing the people around to cover their ears.

Zheng Fengyun, who was always high-profile and flamboyant, followed closely behind, but at this moment he was a little shy. He quietly pulled the corner of Dou Qianqian's clothes and muttered in a low voice:

"Are we being too ostentatious by doing this?"

Dou Qianqian coughed awkwardly, feeling helpless.

These days, Dongfang Hongye and Dou Shangshu have been arguing endlessly about the competition.

Even though Dongfang Hongye beat up Minister Dou, he still firmly refused to let Dou Qianqian participate in the competition.

Therefore, Dongfang Hongye could only let Dou Qianqian stay in Prince Duan's Mansion and avoid returning to the Shangshu Mansion.

She had to deal with Minister Dou and train the gong and drum team at the same time, so it was natural that the resentment in her heart was difficult to calm down.

Thinking of this, Dou Qianqian looked at her mother's high spirits, with a bit of doting in her eyes, and said to Zheng Fengyun helplessly:

"My mother has been pent up with resentment for a long time. It's a good thing to let her vent it. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"No, no! I like it very much!"

Before Zheng Fengyun could respond, Zheng Huiyi's childish voice rang out.

Obviously, Zheng Huiyi really enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, and she sat steadily on Jiahong's shoulders.

Jiahong is a big man, holding three-year-old Zheng Huiyi in his arms, making her look like a delicate jade sculpture.

Zheng Huiyi sat on Jiahong's shoulder without any shyness. She held her head high and calmly accepted the gazes of people around her.

When Zheng Fengyun saw this, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

My sister looks so majestic... indeed!

However, he is different from Zheng Huiyi. He is already over five years old. How can he still need someone to hold him? That would be so embarrassing!

Thinking of this, Zheng Fengyun turned his gaze to Zheng Fenghui and the Tenth Prince who were slowly following behind him.

Although they were only nine years old, they had elegant temperaments. Walking side by side, they had an otherworldly demeanor, which attracted admiring glances from the young ladies around them.

Zheng Fengyun seemed to have understood something in an instant. He imitated Zheng Fenghui's appearance, put on a stern face, tried his best to appear mature and steady, and walked forward with confident steps and his head held high.

However, the manners of Zheng Fenghui and others when walking were dignified and graceful, and they appeared particularly elegant. When the young Zheng Fengyun imitated them, it added a bit of childishness and playfulness, which made people laugh.

Dongfang Hongye didn't care about the opinions of the people behind her. She shouted loudly, her voice like an arrow breaking through the air:

"Li Lun Yuan takes the lead! Who can resist? Go forward bravely and defeat the Imperial College in one fell swoop!"

Whenever Dongfang Hongye gave an order, the team behind her would respond in unison. The sound was so loud, like thunder, echoing over the square!

For a moment, the momentum was like a rainbow, as if it had the power to swallow mountains and rivers!

The students of the Imperial College stood there in astonishment. What kind of strange tactic was this? It was so bold!

Gu Qinlan, Zheng Dinglian and others followed slowly, with bitter smiles on their faces.

Although Dongfang Hongye's aggressive behavior was very powerful, it seemed to have aroused the disgust of many people.

After Gu Qinlan and others arrived at the designated location, the students of the Imperial College finally came to their senses and understood the deeper meaning of those slogans. They immediately cast angry glances at Zheng Fengyun and others.

Meng Yu's mouth twitched at this moment, and he felt a little depressed.

How could the Prince Duan's Mansion and the Lady of Minister Dou act so carelessly? Where was the trace of the demeanor and bearing that a noble family should have?

Yuan Jinbin was also extremely angry. He was forced to surrender before the war even started?

Yuan Jinbin was so angry that his teeth were chattering. He wanted to step forward to argue, but Meng Yu put his hand on his shoulder and consoled him earnestly:

"This is just bluffing! Jin Bin, don't be bothered by them. During the competition, I will make them taste the bitterness of defeat!"

"That's right! This is the Imperial College, and we are all disciples of the emperor. How can we allow them to be so presumptuous? It's totally disrespectful!"

Li En glanced at Zheng Fengyun and the others with dissatisfaction, thinking that their behavior was really disgraceful.

Yuan Jinbin took a deep breath, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Let them be arrogant for a while! The outcome is still undecided, we will know the result later!"

He was determined to make Zheng Fengyun surrender to him, only then could he get rid of the hatred in his heart!

At this time, Sun Jijiu from the Imperial College came forward. Faced with the tense atmosphere between the two sides, he couldn't help feeling a headache.

He felt somewhat unhappy with Meng Yu and the others. Why did they cause such trouble?

If the Imperial College can win today, it will be fine. If it loses, the reputation of the Imperial College will be damaged.

The most important thing is that this matter has alarmed His Majesty, and it is no longer just a private matter between the children.

Sun Jijiu had a splitting headache, but he still showed the dignity of a Jijiu of the Imperial College and immediately arranged for both parties to return to their respective positions.

Afterwards, Sun Jijiu glanced at the empty seat above him and couldn't help feeling nervous.

It is rare for His Majesty to leave the palace and visit the Imperial College in person, so there must not be any mistakes!

Sun Jijiu hurriedly went to confirm safety matters with the guards.

Compared with the victory or defeat of the Imperial College and Zheng Dinglian and others, the emperor's safety is obviously more important!

after all……

Even if the Imperial College lost, it would only receive a few criticisms from the world.

But if an assassin attacks the emperor, everyone in the Imperial College will face a devastating disaster.

Sun Jijiu couldn't help but sigh and cursed Meng Yu and others in his heart.

Dongfang Hongye didn't care about other people's opinions. She signaled the band to continue playing and the crowd to continue cheering. Then she ran to sit next to Gu Qinlan, wiped the sweat from her forehead breathlessly, and said with a smile:

"Oh, I'm really exhausted! Sister, look at our momentum today, isn't it as majestic as a tiger descending from the mountain?"

Gu Qinlan suppressed her smile, lightly poured a cup of fragrant tea for Dongfang Hongye, then handed it to him with both hands, nodded slightly, and praised him gently:

"Sister really has good intentions. Her aura alone overwhelmed the opponent and greatly boosted our morale. If the children can win today, sister's contribution is indispensable."

Dongfang Hongye took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, smiled foolishly, and asked doubtfully:

"Really? You're not kidding me?"

Gu Qinlan smiled gently, then turned to look at Zheng Dinglian who was sitting in a wheelchair, and asked with a smile:

"If you don't believe it, why don't you ask Prince Duan whether momentum is crucial in the confrontation between these two armies?"

Zheng Dinglian sat upright, like a standing pine tree, his long jet-black hair neatly tied up and fixed with an exquisite jade crown, his whole body exuding an inviolable majesty.

Hearing Gu Qinlan's question, Zheng Dinglian turned around and saw Gu Qinlan giving him a gentle smile. He couldn't help but curl his lips slightly and answered:

"Qin Lan is right. When two armies are fighting, the importance of momentum is self-evident."