In a blink of an eye, Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived.

When Yun Yi woke up from the soft collapse in a daze, the love man next to him was gone.

Last night, I couldn't stand Ni Manqing's entanglement and stayed overnight in Qingyun Club. Although I couldn't do anything, the two of them exchanged a lot of oral bacteria. Yun Yi wiped the corners of his mouth and felt his lips a little swollen.

With a creaking sound, the door of the box was pushed open from outside.

Yun Yi was stroking his lips, and when he woke up, he was still a little confused, so such a picture appeared.

When Ni Manqing came in with breakfast, Yun Yi was savoring something. Coupled with the movements in his hand, Ni Manqing bit his red lips lightly, and wrinkled his nose at him with a angrily look, pretending to be very fierce, but it was actually cute.

Yun Yi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly put his hand down in embarrassment.

Ni Manqing pouted her little mouth and walked to the desk with a hot face. After putting the breakfast, she turned around to the back of the screen and putting the washing tub over, looking like a young wife.

"Yun Lang, wash first and then have a meal."

Yun Yi wanted to explain, but she saw that she was shy and let it go, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

Ni Manqing pursed her lips and didn't dare to look directly at him. He smiled happily when he heard this, and was so beautiful.

During the meal, Ni Manqing said to him: "Around Chen Shi, Uncle Huyan had already taken his men to Fanlou. It is said that the Cuju competition with the Liao people started at noon. Do you want to go and have a look?"

When Yun Yi heard this, his lips raised slightly, shook his head and said, "No need. If you don't have the confidence to win, how could General Huyan make me so leisurely?"

Ni Manqing's beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at Yun Yi without blinking. She was attracted by Yun Yi's confidence earlier, as if nothing in the world could defeat him. No matter when and where, Yun Yi always looked confident.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have rice on my face?"

"Well, no, no."

Yun Yi looked at her suspiciously, and looked at Ni Manqing so embarrassed that she was willing to give up.

"Hate, how could I listen to others like this?"

Yun Yi smiled: "If you look good, you need to take a look at it twice. Why? Isn't it okay?"

"You... are not ashamed!" Ni Manqing hummed on the surface, but actually felt sweet in her heart.

At this time, Yun Yi pulled out a piece of rice paper next to him, which was the one that painted his portrait.

Although Ni Manqing was not from a scholarly family, the education he received since childhood was not worse than that of ordinary children of aristocratic families. He drew Yunyi seven or eight points similar based on his memory alone.

"Ah, you can't watch."

Ni Manqing didn't expect that he would find the portrait he had secretly painted. There were several sheets of rice paper on it.

Yun Yi was tall and his arms were long, and he was able to lift the rice paper at will. Even if Ni Manqing put his whole body on him, he could not touch the rice paper at all, and instead made the scene very ambiguous.

Seeing that she was almost completely close to her, Yun Yi couldn't help but lower her head and kiss her. The girl was so embarrassed that she stomped her feet repeatedly, and her little hand slapped him several times before she could give up.

"When did you draw it?" Yun Yi asked with a smile.

In fact, he could probably guess that the costumes in the painting were exactly what he wore when he visited Li's house that day.

When Ni Manqing heard him ask, for some reason, she felt a burst of grievances in her heart, because she remembered Li Qingzhao and the sentence Yun Yi wrote to Li Qingzhao: Do ​​you know or not? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Yi discovered her abnormality.

Ni Manqing bit her lower lip and shook her head silently.

Yun Yi frowned slightly, put the rice paper on the table, then hugged her with both hands, and pressed her forehead with her jaw. The two of them happened to be the cutest height difference, and this posture could give Ni Manqing a sense of security.

Sure enough, after hugging for a while, Ni Manqing suddenly spoke, "Yunlang, I also want you to write a word for me. As long as one sentence is good, I will be very happy no matter whether it is well written or not."

The girl's voice came from Yun Yi's chest, dull and a little begging. Perhaps this was very important to her. Yun Yi didn't know that Li Qingzhao was showing off in front of Ni Manqing and Zhao Mujin with her reply, but he still agreed.

"Okay, but I can't think of anything good for a short time. If you are not satisfied after reading it, don't be angry. Let me give you a few days. I will definitely think of words that satisfy you, okay?" Yun Yi comforted her cheek.

Ni Manqing nodded happily, and pointed to the portrait on the table. She also wanted to complete a work with Yun Yi, just like Li Qingzhao, but she only had lyrics, and I was painting extra lyrics, which was more than her. This was a little trick of a girl.

"Then you just write it on the painting, just in the blank space, just one or two sentences, I like it as long as it is written by you, okay?"

Yun Yi smiled and shaved her Qiong Nose in anger: "Silly girl, how can you do whatever you want?"

Yun Yi picked up the brush beside him. Seeing this, Ni Manqing quickly said, "I will grind the ink for you."

Yun Yi took the pen and thought about it, looked at Ni Manqing with an expectant look on his face and leaned over and wrote:

There are thousands of times in the world, and I have three loves.

The sun, the moon and the lord.

The sun is morning, the moon is evening, and you are... day and night.

The last stroke fell, and the girl's sobs came beside her, and then she was a hug and a kiss with a salty smell of tears...

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When the time comes to Si, it is only half a stick of incense sticks until noon.

The Fanlou is already crowded, and the carriage at the door extends from the steps to two streets away.

But Fanlou is only so large, and it is the limit to accommodate seven or eight hundred people at the same time. In Bianjing City, there are more than one officials alone, let alone those nobles, gentry and wealthy businessmen.

Fortunately, Fanlou was able to operate with great enthusiasm and was not a person who was ignorant of adaptability. The four main doors were opened at the same time, and a three-meter-high wooden shelf was set up in front of the door, and a loud manager was arranged on it.

News of the game is sent from the door and then reported by the facts. In this way, those who cannot enter Fanlou can also learn about the progress and score of the Cuju game as soon as possible.

After crossing the crowded heads and passing through the five-meter-high main entrance of Fanlou, the vision quickly passed among the spectators who were fortunate to enter the venue. In front of him was the most empty place in Fanlou, and it was also the venue for today's competition...Chetai.

The three referees were already on high alert. At this time, the leader stepped forward slowly, bowed to several important private rooms on the third floor, and then glanced at the largest compartment on the second floor, where the Liao envoys were located, and the first one was Yelu Yanxi.

At this time, Yelu Yanxi looked calm and composed. Even when he played away, he was full of confidence. This was the self-confidence he had developed for a long time. There were no more than 800 Song soldiers who died at his hands.

In his perception, the Song people were weak and could be deceived when they saw it, even the most proud Cuju in the Song people.

What's more, he was not unprepared. His staff team had talents who were proficient in Cuju, and the strong physique of the Liao people, so he didn't care at all about the dozen or so thin Song people.

During this period, he has watched more than ten Cuju games. The Song people who played football on the field are all young men with thin arms and legs. They are more flexible, but they are not strong enough. They have fancy football skills and have no capital to fight physically.

As the Grand Marshal of the Liao Kingdom, he must have to use his own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses. The advantage of the Liao people is his strong physique, which completely tortures hundreds of streets of the Song people...

Yelu Yanxi's smile lasted for a long time until the referee announced that the Song Dynasty team would appear.

And the first person was Ma Zhaohan, the former sumo wrestler.

Qingyun Club recorded his physical data, with a height of 220cm and a weight of 103kg. This physical data is still a human-shaped monster even in later generations, not to mention the Northern Song Dynasty when the per capita height was less than 160cm.

Following closely behind are Cheng Feiyang and others whose physical data are no less than Ma Zhaohan, and the big guys who were designated as the main force of the team by Yun Yinei.
Chapter completed!