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"What the hell, are you scared?"
Feng Weilan has always looked down upon her little follower.
She is timid and has no opinion. If she hadn't seen her as a qualified scapegoat, she wouldn't have bothered to talk to Feng Yunxue.
"My father is in the stands, if he finds out that we harmed our seventh sister"
Feng Yunxue shivered, bit her lower lip and looked at Feng Weilan pitifully:
"Yunxue doesn't want to leave her mother. She doesn't want to be sent as a hostage by her father like her fourth brother."
"Are you worthy?"
Feng Weilan said disdainfully: "Feng Tinglie is a prince after all, but you are just a useless princess. Who wants you to be a hostage? Do you think my father will notice you?"
¡°All the father¡¯s love has been given to the seventh princess Feng Chenyue. If we don¡¯t fight, no one will end well.
"You are nine years old this year, and it will be time to discuss marriage in a few years."
Feng Weilan pulled out her robe from Feng Yunxue¡¯s little hand:
"If you don't get the respect of your father, you will be randomly given to a lowly man, or you will get married. You have to think clearly."
After hearing what she said, Feng Yunxue didn¡¯t know what to do anymore.
Not only her, but the other young scholars in Gongxue were also confused:
"This seventh princess was the young lady of the general's palace before, and the emperor actually loves her so much?"
"It is probably the emperor's legacy that is living abroad. Her mother has a low status. She just used her identity as General Zhenxi to cover up her identity before returning to the clan."
"I think it's not that it's humble, but that it can't be mentioned. Otherwise, why would the emperor specifically allow people from all over the world to pay homage and grant amnesty to the whole world? This is a treatment that even the prince does not have."
Feng Feiran, who was mentioned, clenched his fists even more.
Tolerate.
Gong Xue was talking a lot, and they couldn't help but look at Zhi Xue, the little glutinous rice dumpling surrounded by stars.
There are envy, jealousy, and hatred, and all kinds of eyes.
No one noticed a green figure flying past their head.
The green figure landed directly on Xiaotuanzi¡¯s shoulders, jumping up and down and shouting: ¡°The emperor¡¯s illegitimate daughter has a low status¡ª¡ª¡±
Afraid that others wouldn¡¯t hear, Bald Maomao flapped his wings and shouted twice more.
Half of the Cuju field was echoing with the chirping of birds.
Whose green-feathered parrot is this? It doesn¡¯t have many hairs and a lot of nonsense.
The little scholar in Gongxue was angry and panicked: It¡¯s over.
The little scholar from Zixue School immediately jumped out to complain:
"Don't you think you are a noble scholar? You also talk behind your back and scold me so harshly. It's shameless."
"Who is it that stands up for me and bullies our young master? He is tired of living?"
The little scholars were all gearing up. If the masters hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed up and beaten the tongue-tied woman of the palace school.
Mrs. Zheng, who was in charge of stopping people, glanced at the other side bitterly: "Everyone, sit down and let Gong Xue show his childlike demeanor."
Ji Xiang and Qian Shuang have no intention of making things easier for these gossips.
The two people immediately made a list and reported it to Feng Hanchu.
Soon, a group of princes and nobles led their unlucky children and left the Cuju field shivering.
Looking at Gong Xue, there are only a few people left. The game has not even started yet, and they have lost momentum.
When the competition officially started, the young scholars from Zhongxue sang loudly all the way and killed Gongxue's team without leaving a single piece behind.
Gongxue was originally worried about the emperor killing chickens to scare monkeys and playing Cuju cowardly, but now he is even more disappointed.
¡°A team is not as good as a team. In the end, the prince and princess are the only ones left.
Originally, Master Wei and the others were planning to give up.
The emperor protects the calf and allows the young ones to surrender without fighting. Who dares to win with his life in the imperial school?
If you lose, you lose. Who keeps the emperor¡¯s eyes from studying in the palace?
But when the last team came on the field, looking at the momentum, he wanted to eat the immature one, and Master Wei's back straightened involuntarily.
There are seven princesses in the Zhixue School, and there is also a prince in the Gongxue School. Who is afraid of whom?
Here we come, the decisive moment is coming.
This is a sure win!
The gong sounded again, and it was Feng Mingyuan from Gongxue who kicked off the ball. He just kicked the ball out¡ª¡ª
The opposite side is childishA nimble and vigorous figure rushed over like a hungry tiger, shouting:
"Protect my little master, sister, rush to the duck!"
"good."
Seven or eight little scholars from the junior high school waved their little fists, forming a large circle to surround the little dumpling, and rushed over with shouts.
Every little dumpling had murderous looks on their faces, and their voices were so loud that Feng Mingyuan was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
Gong Xue was stunned. What kind of play is this?
A big circle rolled over with a small dumpling, shouting and shouting, don't be too arrogant.
Just when everyone was looking straight at it, Ming Wuci, who was rushing at the front, intercepted the ball:
"Little Master, sister, then¡ª¡ª"
¡°Here we come!¡±
The little scholar¡¯s ??small circle immediately made way, and a small wind and fire dumpling rushed out of it.
"One short leg in front, one behind, the little feet kicked the ground hard, and then the ball flew into the air¡ª¡ª
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Xiao Tuanzi landed on the ground with a lunge, one paw in front of his feet, and one paw proudly raised back, posing:
"Is Tangtang awesome?"
The group of young students cheered: "Awesome, my little master is so powerful and domineering!"
Gong Xue: ""
Is it okay to bring my own childcare?
Feng Feiran and their noses were about to get angry: "Be on guard against her, guard against her, and break up the circle that protects her."
¡°That¡¯s right, whatever the rules are, we, the Feng family, are the rules.¡±
After the restart, Gong Xuezhixue had a scuffle.
You push me, the fifteen dumplings are staring at the ball, and the seven princesses are running around with the ball.
At the beginning, I could still figure out the route of Xiaotuanzi. In the end, Xiaotuanzi ran faster and faster, running left and right, and his body was extremely fast.
She looked disorganized, but she passed everyone in front of her with pride. Before anyone could react, she ran away.
After half-time of Cuju, the bamboo-skinned ball seemed to have grown on Tangtang¡¯s feet, following her straight into the basketball hoop.
In the second half, even if the naive players lie down in the Cuju court and fall asleep, the game will still be won.
The little scholars in Gongxue were all exhausted. They were all dazzled by the little dumplings. Their legs were shortened and they couldn't keep up with her speed.
Feng Weilan was panting, but she used her last bit of strength to push Feng Yunxue:
¡°You can¡¯t handle even the smallest of things, what do you want me to do?¡±
Feng Yunxue suddenly fell to the ground, looking at her broken hands with red eyes, not daring to cry:
"Seventh sister is running too fast, I, I can't keep up."
"What she said is true. Don't talk about them. Even the prince and several princes can't stop that wild child.
Like a fish, it slips away.
Feng Weilan¡¯s little face twisted: ¡°Come here, I¡¯ll tell you what to do.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com