934. Here comes the saint

The afternoon of the door, more lively than the morning, Chang'an people a noon time word of mouth, almost to the point of household name, resulting in more people in the afternoon, the crowd has been crowded to the Wubenfang, Xingdaofang inside, although many people can only see the back of the head of the person in front of them, can not see the stadium at all, but it is still willing, just for a lively.

Du Junxuan brought people here early, and when he saw more people than yesterday, his face was also solemn, and he sent people to Li Daliang for help, and then sent more people to maintain order.

This time, there was no opening speech, Zhang Wenzong went up and directly announced that the third game of the preliminary round in the afternoon was the Wu Guogong Mansion against the British Mansion, that is, Wei Chi Baoqing and Li Zhen were against each other.

Li Pojun looked at the two of them and cheered up: "Come on, no matter who wins or loses, they are all their own brothers, they must play excitingly, they can't go wrong, remember, our purpose is to promote football." The two glanced at each other and responded.

"Jingyang, don't let me lose too ugly." Yu Chi Baoqing smiled bitterly at Li Zhen. Li Zhen is outstanding, everyone knows it, and this football is very important for tactics, Wei Chi Baoqing thinks that he does not have Li Zhen's brain.

Li Zhen waved his hand and smiled when he heard this: "Don't stumble on me,"

The two took the team members off the field and saluted each other, Zhang Wenzong shouted at the iron horn: "The one on the left wearing a gray and white jersey is the British government team, and the captain is the handsome British prince Li Zhengongzi." On the right is the Wu Guogong Mansion team, and the captain is the mighty Wu Guogong Mansion's second son, Chi Baoqing, everyone is welcome."

After that, he was the first to applaud, and at the same time smiled bitterly in his heart, these processes taught by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are really ...... It's novel, but the effect is very good, and the people of Chang'an applauded and shouted when they heard this introduction.

Some people support the handsome and handsome, handsome and handsome Li Zhen, and some people support the strong and mighty Wei Chi Baoqing, who roared and shouted for the objects they supported, and there were even Guliang's families who did not leave the pavilion to throw handkerchiefs, sachets and other items to their favorite people, fortunately, there were layers of Zuohou guards to protect them, otherwise the event would not have continued.

Zhang Wenqian threw the copper plate off the field, but it was Yu Chi Baoqing who took the lead in kicking off, Yu Chi Baoqing grinned at Li Zhen, sure enough, this kid did not inherit his father's shrewdness, and he didn't know how to find the right time to kick again, after receiving the ball, he jumped, warmed up, ran directly for a zhang or two, threw up his leg is a kick, bang, the football flew out, went straight to the goal, it was a direct shot, the power was really a little scary, Li Zhen saw this, the corners of his mouth pulled, and he shouted, Li Zhen's goalkeeper gritted his teeth and closed his eyes directly to meet him, Jumping up and bang, many people in the audience covered their eyes and screamed.

Li Pojun also hissed a breath of cold air, it really hurts.

Look at the goalkeeper again, a ball hit his cheek, how many faces swelled, a mouth spit out a few broken teeth wrapped in blood, threw the ball on the side of his face, shook his dizzy head, stood up dizzy, and nodded at Li Zhen.

Suddenly, the audience remembered the earth-shattering applause and cheers, and gave it to this goalkeeper, Li Pojun also slapped his face and praised: "This is the spirit of sportsmanship."

Li Zhen also patted the goalkeeper on the shoulder, lowered his head and said a few words, and the goalkeeper nodded and seemed to be more energetic.

The next battle seems to be evenly matched, Yu Chi Baoqing is unstoppable, Li Zhenji becomes flexible, one side is brave, one side is wise, it is really a battle of wits and courage, until it is close to halftime, it seems that every time at this time, the two teams will want to win another goal in the last time, and each will do their best, finally, a captain of Li Zhen's team under the command of Li Zhen, broke through the midfield, inserted into the penalty area, and after receiving the ball, a strong volley directly penetrated the goal of Yu Chi Baoqing's team, leading one, Yu Chi Baoqing scolded secretly, glared at the goalkeeper on his side, and was about to "shame", but the referee's gong sounded, and the first half was over, and the score was fixed at 4-3.

The audience applauded and shouted, and Li Shimin, who was walking to the front of the door, was completely shocked, and the voice was ...... It was really straight to Xiaohan, it was no exaggeration, the eldest grandson Wujian opened his mouth, and he was also very surprised.

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows, and scolded in his heart: The bastard boy is in the limelight this time, and it is too much not to shout that I am coming. Then he waved his hand, Wang Jingzhong immediately replied, and went up to the city tower in a hurry, and dozens of attendants shouted in unison: "The saint is here."

The sharp and tired voice fluttered on the top of the city, but it was heard clearly, and the audience close to the city heard it, Li Pojun was startled, and hurriedly led the people in the stands to greet him, and dozens of attendants shouted to the city: "The saint is here."

When Li Shimin appeared in the stands at the head of the city, all the people were excited, and they bowed together: "Long live the saint", the sound of long live is endless, and the voice of ten thousand people echoes in the sky, and there is an aftersound for a long time.

Li Shimin was overjoyed when he saw this, faced everyone, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Qing is even." The people in the city got up sparsely, Li Pojun's mouth was deflated, and he spoke so clearly, how could the people understand.

Seeing that Li Shimin was about to talk about the scene again, Li Pojun's eyes rolled and whispered directly behind him: "Aya, you can speak more bluntly, so that the people like it, and the people can't understand it."

Li Shimin was stunned, his face was strange, he looked left and right, and seemed to be a little embarrassed, but it was obviously too embarrassing to be stunned in the eyes of thousands of people, the corners of Li Shimin's mouth pulled slightly, and he shouted directly: "People, today's gathering of all the people is really a grand event, I am not very happy, football is a sport that strengthens the body and cultivates the will, I hope, my people, all have a strong physique, superhuman will, only in this way, Datang can stand, only in this way, no foreign enemy will defeat us, I hope my people, Do not fail to live up to my high hopes, I am with you."

Li Shimin's voice fell, and for a moment of silence, Li Pojun listened to it and secretly admired it, his father is worthy of Tang Taizong, and his ability to speak is very good. Sure enough, after the silence, the people in the audience were crazy, and they all raised their arms and shouted "Long live the saint" and "the saint is mighty", etc., the sound was deafening and the human brain was buzzing, but Li Shimin stretched out his arms and looked indifferent.

Li Pojun's eyes were bright, this is the first emperor of the ages, this is the demeanor of the Chinese emperor, father...... There's a style.

After a moment of cheering, Li Shimin's hand pressed down, and suddenly he could smell the needle falling, without a little noise, Li Shimin smiled slightly, and shouted: "Next, I will watch the football drill match with you, the football game, continue to start."

Li Pojun's face trembled when he heard this, and he whispered: "Aya, the first half just ended, and now it's halftime."

Li Shimin's smiling face froze: ......