Chapter 426 Ah Xuan is bad and has no cat virtue!
Li Xuan frowned and looked at Princess Ankang speechlessly.
"At a young age, I know how to let others take the blame."
"Where did you learn these bad habits?"
Li Xuan glared at Princess Ankang with dissatisfaction.
In other words, the little kitten who bullied him can't speak now. When he learns to speak in the future, will he be so slandered by the little girl again, can he remain as silent as now?
Princess Ankang felt guilty for a while when she was stared at by Li Xuan. She looked away unnaturally and muttered in a low voice:
"I see how cute you are today so I won't argue with you."
"But Xuan, if you bully Bage again in the future, I will really get angry."
Seeing that Princess Ankang was acting more and more realistic, Li Xuan curled his lips and sneered, thinking to himself:
"Pretend, keep pretending!"
"Don't tell me, you really pretend to look alike?"
Li Xuan shook his head and sighed secretly.
Someone's little princess got into trouble and pushed her own kitten on the head.
Although Li Xuan has the ability to help her take the blame, this approach is unethical after all.
"Your Highness, the ball just now was not kicked by the little black cat."
On the other side, Xiaomizi said happily.
"Um?"
The Eighth Prince suddenly looked at Xiaomizi with some doubts.
"What you mean by this is that you think Ankang's kick won't hurt?"
The Eighth Prince raised his eyebrows, and from that tone he seemed to intend to continue strangling Xiaomizi to death.
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Your Highness, aren't you thinking too much?"
"Xiaomizi, what Xiaomizi means is, wasn't this unfortunate incident caused by the little black cat's kick?"
"Otherwise, there is no chance that Xiaomizi will continue to protect His Highness."
Xiaomizi's thinking was still very fast, and he immediately rounded off his words.
"Hmph!" The Eighth Prince snorted dissatisfied, and then emphasized in an unhappy tone: "Xiaomizi, listen to me!"
"No matter who kicks the ball from the opposite side, you have to block it for me!"
"If you dare to hide again, I will go back and kick you in the eye!"
Xiaomizi made a sound, swallowed nervously, and did not forget to promise:
"Your Highness, don't worry!"
"It was just a mistake. It will never happen again."
After both sides finished muttering, the game continued.
Since the ball hit the ground after hitting the eighth prince's face, Zhao Feng made a penalty and returned the ball to Princess Ankang.
Seeing Princess Ankang holding the ball and about to kick it, the Eighth Prince quickly protected Xiaomizi in front of him.
This time he learned a lesson and grabbed Xiaomizi tightly to use as a human shield. He also lowered his head and hid behind Xiaomizi.
But this time Princess Ankang did not "accidentally" kick the ball towards the eighth prince.
The ball flew toward Fengliuyan at a very slow speed.
The eighth prince was unwilling to play football with him, and Princess Ankang was also helpless.
She was so exciting just now, and the Eighth Prince didn't even react. It seemed like this final was going to be boring.
Thinking of this, Princess Ankang felt quite regretful.
Since the Cuju competition, he wanted to have a good competition with the Eighth Prince.
After all, among all the royal children, the eighth prince has the best football skills.
Many of Princess Ankang's current Cuju movements are influenced by the Eighth Prince, because she found that imitating the Eighth Prince's skills allowed her to improve the fastest.
The little girl put her hands on her hips and watched the ball fly towards Feng Liuyan, and couldn't help but murmured with some regret:
"I still want to enjoy this last final..."
Li Xuan on the side naturally heard what Princess Ankang said.
In response, he just lay on the ground and yawned.
Li Xuan has already fished to this point, and he can't let go if he wants to.
The problem now is that Lao Ba has no fighting spirit and only wants the game to end as soon as possible.
Li Xuan did not expect this.
Unexpectedly, just by showing a little bit of his true strength, the Eighth Prince completely lost his fighting spirit.
Of course, the eighth prince's fear of Li Xuan's strength was also part of the reason.
But more importantly, the lessons learned from the Third Prince's mistakes are still fresh in his mind.
Li Xuan knew very well that Princess Ankang wanted to have a good game with the Eighth Prince in the end.
It's just that if the Eighth Prince doesn't cooperate, there's nothing he can do.
After all, if he threatens on the court now, the Eighth Prince may misunderstand Li Xuan's meaning, and may even forfeit to end the game.
No one expected that a much-anticipated final would play out so strangely from the start.
Especially the Eighth Prince's tactics were confusing.
Some people are even speculating whether there is match-fixing on the field.
The few bearded Hu Junhans who had cheered the Eighth Prince just now were scratching their heads and ears anxiously.
If it weren't for today's special occasion, I'm afraid they would have roared and cursed in the stands:
"Mom, give me your money back!"
But fortunately, not all the team members on the Eighth Prince's side gave up resistance.
Princess Ankang smiled when she saw the ball getting closer and closer to Feng Liuyan.
She was not happy to score a goal, but she was happy to have a big bird who could play football with her.
Axiang let out a loud cry to boost his team's morale, and then clapped his paws to knock the ball down, and then it landed in the direction of the Eighth Prince.
There is no way, this is all a combination that has been practiced countless times, and Axiang has formed muscle memory.
When the Eighth Prince saw the ball coming towards him, he was so angry that he cursed:
"Axiang, if you can't do that, just go home and stay there. Don't cause trouble for me here!"
"唳"
Axiang shouted casually, indicating that he did not understand, and hovered leisurely in the air.
"Your Highness, it seems that only the Thirteenth Princess is playing football on the opposite side, and the little black cat is lying on the ground licking its paws."
Xiaomizi probably felt that it would be difficult to do business like this, so he immediately reported the military situation and tried to persuade him.
"Besides, we don't look good like this. Someone might gossip about His Highness in the future."
The Eighth Prince was shaken by what Xiaomizi said, but then the tragic situation of the Third Prince flashed through his mind, and he said firmly:
"no!"
"It's not you who's emotionally insulted."
"No, you have nothing to be ashamed of!"
Seeing that the ball had landed on their heads, Xiaomizi said anxiously:
"Your Highness, we all lose anyway."
"Why don't you leave a deep impression on everyone like the eldest prince before?"
"Besides, your relationship with Her Royal Highness the Thirteenth Princess is so good, how could she let you be humiliated?"
Xiaomi Zi can be the eighth prince's personal eunuch, so he must be very clever.
He knew what the Eighth Prince was afraid of, but he also knew that if they avoided the fight and went through the final passively, the negative impact would not be much better.
Moreover, the Eighth Prince had invited Princess Ankang to their Xiaoyao Villa several times before.
The eighth prince from the previous Autumn Hunting Competition also gave horses as gifts to teach riding skills.
Princess Ankang doesn't look like a person who repays kindness with hatred.
Although it's hard to tell about that cat, Princess Ankang will never let it go.
After all, Xiaomizi was not a party involved, so he thought more clearly than the Eighth Prince.
He knew that if he continued to linger, the impression of the audience and other noble ministers on them would become worse and worse.
When Xiaomizi saw the ball falling in front of him, he didn't care about anything else. He quickly stepped on the ball before it hit the ground and picked it up again.
"Your Highness, catch the ball!"
After Xiaomizi shouted, his figure started to move.
He immediately walked around behind the Eighth Prince, then turned his back to the Eighth Prince, put his arms under the Eighth Prince's armpits, and the two of them held each other's arms backhand.
"Drunken on the couch and leaning on the moon!"
Xiaomizi shouted a move in a loud voice, then bent down hard and carried the eighth prince on his back.
The Eighth Prince was carried on his back by Xiaomizi, facing up to the sky.
In front of him were the blue sky, the goal and Axiang, and in addition, there was a ball falling towards his face.
Following Xiaomizi's shout, he subconsciously lifted his feet, and with the help of Xiaomizi's support, he moved his weight forward.
After the Eighth Prince kicked the ball out, his whole body turned forward with the inertia, and landed in front of the field.
"good!"
In the stands, several military men who were scratching their heads suddenly shouted loudly, and other people also cheered.
The coordination between the Eighth Prince and Xiaomizi was indeed beautiful, which made the audience nod their heads.
This shot is indeed of high quality and extremely fast.
Li Xuan nodded and expressed his appreciation.
Princess Ankang jumped up in a hurry and stretched out her feet to stop it, but she missed it by a hair.
At this time, Yu'er in the distance was even more helpless.
The next moment, the ball passed through Feng Liuyan without any hindrance.
There was silence.
After silence, the whole place was in an uproar!
"I originally thought that the Eighth Prince wanted Hai Dongqing to show off, but unexpectedly he secretly plotted against Chen Cang, making false claims in the east and attacking in the west."
"They actually used the art of war, it's amazing, it's amazing!"
Seeing that he had guessed wrong, the old scholar immediately changed his tone and wildly praised the Eighth Prince for his superior resourcefulness.
"I said I would hide in the backcourt from the beginning, but it turns out it was all a ruse."
"I have to say that His Highness the Eighth Prince's move really worked. He actually took the lead in no time!"
The audience was all talking about the unpredictable situation on the Cuju field.
And the most surprising ones are those onlookers who pride themselves on being discerning.
In their view, the gap between the two sides is obvious.
Li Xuan's power had an overwhelming advantage, but judging from the current results, it was the Eighth Prince who took the lead to score a point.
And all the royal heirs who were waiting to see the eighth prince's show also looked confused at this time.
"Fourth brother, Ankang doesn't want Lao Ba to win, does he?"
The eldest prince, who had rested for a while, asked the fourth prince uncertainly.
"It shouldn't be possible."
The fourth prince's words now are full of uncertainty.
He was quickly losing sight of Princess Ankang.
On the sidelines, as the referee, Zhao Feng blew the whistle selflessly.
"One to zero!"
"Her Royal Highness the Thirteenth Princess serves."
After Zhao Feng finished the penalty, he stood back to his position.
The ball was retrieved by the eunuch in colorful clothes and then handed over to Princess Ankang.
When Princess Ankang saw that she had lost a goal, she didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, she had a smile on her face.
The Eighth Prince is willing to play hard with her, more than anything else.
Princess Ankang held the ball and looked at the Eighth Prince with a sweet and sunny smile.
But the next moment, the Eighth Prince's legs softened and he fell to his knees.
He looked at Princess Ankang, and then quietly squinted at Li Xuan's reaction.
But at this time, Li Xuan was already basking in the sun on his belly, squinting his eyes and feeling uncomfortable.
But the more abnormal their behavior was, the more frightened the Eighth Prince became.
"It's over, it's over!"
"Why did he get kicked out by accident?"
The eighth prince was trembling all over and sweating profusely.
He turned around and glared at Xiaomizi fiercely.
Xiaomizi was originally happy that they won a point and was about to run over to celebrate together.
As a result, Xiaomizi met the Eighth Prince's gaze, the smile on his face gradually stiffened, and the steps he ran towards became softer, and finally he knelt down in front of the Eighth Prince.
I saw Xiaomizi holding a face on his back and saying with despair:
"Your Highness, I was wrong."
Although Xiaomizi said this, he actually didn't know where he was wrong.
But as a slave, even if you don't know where you are wrong, as long as your master's temper is wrong, admitting your mistake immediately is the best choice.
Right and wrong are not issues that they should study as slaves.
"What's wrong?"
The eighth prince glared and asked angrily.
"Your Highness, get up first."
"We are kneeling here together, the impact is not good."
Xiaomizi still had the same lifeless tone, but he did not forget to kneel on the ground and help the eighth prince up first.
"Don't help me, I won't get up until you tell me clearly!"
The eighth prince waved his hand.
In fact, his legs were still weak and it was difficult to get up.
But in order not to embarrass herself in front of Xiaomizi, her tone was particularly strong.
"Tell me what was wrong."
"I can't tell, we're not done today."
Xiaomizi lowered his head and said with a low eyebrow:
"Xiaomizi has done everything wrong. If I had listened to His Highness from the beginning, it wouldn't have come to this..."
Xiaomizi said, covering her face and bursting into tears.
The spectators in the stands looked confused.
"Didn't he score a goal?"
"Why are they kneeling together and the eunuch starts crying?"
"Maybe you are too excited? After all, it is the finals, so it is inevitable that you will lose control of your emotions."
Seeing Xiaomizi humbly admitting his mistake, the Eighth Prince looked better. He was about to continue criticizing, but heard Xiaomizi continue:
"But Your Highness"
"When Xiaomizi looked up just now, he saw Axiang looking at us in the sky"
"You didn't see the look in his eyes that started with full of expectations, then became filled with surprise and then gradually started to break with heart"
"When I think of Axiang's look, Xiaomizi's heart still hurts for a while"
"Do you think I can stop catching that ball?"
"How will Axiang look at us from now on"
"Can you still trust us?"
When the Eighth Prince heard this, he was stunned for a moment.
He immediately looked up and saw Axiang's lonely figure.
But the Eighth Prince watched for a long time, but never met Axiang's eyes.
"Hey, where are Xiang's eyes?"
"Why can't I see clearly?"
The Eighth Prince narrowed his eyes and searched hard.
On the other side, Princess Ankang is not at peace either.
Yu'er collapsed out of nowhere and accused Li Xuan:
"Axuan, we are competing, why did you fall asleep here?"
"Also, why didn't you care about that goal just now? His Highness's legs were about to be split."
"do you know?"
Li Xuan moved his ears and pretended not to hear.
As a result, Princess Ankang also came over with the ball in her arms, jumped over with a smile, and chatted to the side:
"That's right."
"Axuan is bad and has no cat virtue!"