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

Cen Yuan didn't say a word and swung the club cleanly, hitting the man on the jaw.

Before the man could react, he was hit and fell to the ground, holding his jaw and screaming.

Blood gushed out from between his fingers, covering his hands.

The wind on the field seemed to have stopped.

The noisy stands were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. No one expected that Prince Consort Haiyan would personally take action.

They always thought that the prince consort was a gigolo. Even if Yunqi Academy shined in the martial arts exam, didn't the prince consort get in through the back door?

What can he do? Just say a few words like "A strong youth means a strong country"?

They even suspected that the position of Minister of the Northern Propaganda Department was obtained by the son-in-law through the princess.

But now... it seems that the prince consort is really not only handsome, but also very brave. He even dares to pick up a long pole and hit people.

Tanlu was so shocked that he stood there, unable to move.

Oh my God, the one who was beaten was their king’s most beloved second prince, Booth!

That's right, Booth had never appeared on the roster of the delegation since entering the country. He had always been with the delegation in Beijing as a guard.

If the polo match hadn't been lost so badly in the first half, Booth wouldn't have thought of playing in person.

He summed it up at the time and said that the main reason for the loss in the first half was that there was no leader among the players. Everyone was trying to take credit and no one was willing to give in to anyone else.

So he substituted himself in the second half so that no one could take the credit. He thought he could change the situation on the field, but he lost even more miserably.

Booth couldn't believe that there were people who were against Wan. They had never met an opponent who dared to confront them.

Just now in the polo match, didn’t they commit any fouls?

Yes! But the referees just turned a blind eye and let it go. Who would seriously punish Wan? Aren't they afraid of retaliation?

However, even though the referee turned a blind eye, Wan still lost the game.

Beiyi is really rubbing Wan's face on the ground.

Beiyi shouldn't be like this. Beiyi doesn't dare to do this. Beiyi should be the one who dares the most.

Booth lost the game, and in anger he raised his long club without thinking and swung it at the little kid who smiled the brightest.

He didn't think about the consequences because he never thought there would be any consequences.

If he hits him, then he hits him. Who can do anything to him?

But now, Booth, who had fallen to the ground, felt not only deep resentment, but also shock.

From the moment the Northern Wing people dared to fight back collectively to the moment Cen Yuan swung his long pole, all the Wan people were unable to describe the shock in their hearts at this moment.

After Cen Yuan finished playing, he threw away the long pole and looked down at Booth with a cold smile, "It's not a big deal. But we in the North Wing have a saying that it's rude not to return the favor. This pole is my return to you."

The Wan people suddenly became agitated and gathered around Booth, chattering nonsense in the Wan language.

"Your Highness the Second Prince!"

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

"Your Highness, Second Prince, let me kill him!"

"Your Highness, Second Prince, I invite you to fight."

Booth took his hand away with difficulty and saw that it was covered with his own blood.

His injuries were exactly the same as Xing Mingyue's, both in angle and size.

From the moment Booth appeared on the polo field, Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia recognized him.

The two looked at each other and made a decision.

We must not let this kid walk out of the North Wing alive! Although Booth is doing nothing now, he is the big devil who will kill and plunder everywhere later.

Hearing the Wan people asking for a fight, Cen Yuan slowly looked at them one by one and agreed to their wishes, "Are there still those who want to fight? Do you want us to fight one by one, or all together?"

Booth is indeed a great devil, able to endure what ordinary people cannot endure. In Wan language, "Let's go!"

He couldn't reveal his identity as a prince. Someone who wanted to accomplish great things shouldn't get involved in such trivial matters.

His biggest mistake today was going to the polo field himself just to prove himself.

While Tanlu was worried about the second prince Booth, he finally realized that he had fallen into the trap of the North Wing.

No wonder Emperor Mingde was so eager to play polo, it turned out that a trap had been set for him long ago.

No wonder he had to kick off the game as an emperor!

With so many envoys from small countries and tribes present here, I'm sure what happened today will spread soon.

At this moment, Huang Xingyue quietly ran to Tan Lu and smiled slyly, "Look, I told you to just compete in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But you refused to listen and wanted to go against me. You said that you grew up on horseback, so your 'horse kung fu' is very good. Tsk... why bother? Come on, tell me, what's so good about your horse kung fu?"

Tanlu's face turned the color of liver with anger, and he kept yelling.

Huang Xingyue smiled, "Do you think I can't understand your Wan dialect? Haha, what a coincidence. Not only can I understand it, I can also speak it." He said in a tone that was not fluent in Wan dialect, "You just cursed us Beiyi people to death? Do you want to know how we Beiyi people say this?"

He switched back to the Northern Wing language and said seriously, "Draw a circle on the ground, and wish you eternal sleep." Suddenly, he laughed wildly again, "Hahahaha, am I much more civilized than you guys?"

Tanlu was so angry that he went crazy, and at the same time he was worried that the other party would use more evil civilized language to curse him, so he could only turn all his words into one "呸".

Seeing this, Lu Sangyu hurried over to help, "Master Huang, you can't do this. How can we, a great country like Northern Wing, be on the same level as... ahem."

Huang Xingyue knew that this boy was the kind of person who looked serious on the outside but was actually full of evil intentions. He quickly shook his sleeves, snorted, stood aside with his hands behind his back, and watched the fun.

Sure enough, Lu Sangyu opened up to Tan Lu, "Ambassador, please don't be angry. I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, we will record this wonderful polo match truthfully. There will be absolutely no ambiguity."

Tanlu had a heart attack, but he couldn’t react for a while, and he didn’t know what it meant to “record this wonderful polo match”.

Lu Sangyu came to sincerely explain, "I believe the ambassador has already learned about the Yijing Weekly? I am the editor-in-chief of the Yijing Weekly. Oh, this Mr. Huang is the special editor of our weekly. We will definitely print more copies of the weekly so that envoys from various countries can take them back to their countries for circulation. I still have to thank the Wan country envoy team. Without you, there would be no such wonderful and unforgettable polo match today."

What a wonderful and unforgettable polo match! Tanlu's eyes flashed with a sinister light, "The hospitality of the North Wing is very good!"

Lu Sangyu was still in a good mood. "Compared to the gift that Ambassador Tanlu gave to our country, what is this little bit of hospitality? Our Prince Consort is right. It is impolite not to reciprocate! This is exactly how we treat guests in the North Wing."

Tanlu choked and saw everyone supporting Booth walking towards them from afar.

Then Lu Sangyu said calmly, "I am here on the orders of the Emperor to deliver a message. Your gift is too worthy for our Northern Wing to accept. Ambassador Tanlu, please take it back and enjoy it yourself."