Wen Mingyu's high-spirited and high-spirited appearance on the court was just like what Mu Zhanxin imagined, like a luminous body, which made people unable to take their eyes away.

But there are people who are an eyesore, which can greatly affect your mood.

Mu Zhan watched, his face darkening inch by inch. If it wasn't for the fact that Wen Mingyu could still cope with it, he would have stopped the game forcibly. But even so, the look in his eyes as he looked at the field was still ‌.

Disgusted and irritable.

When the prime minister came to see him in fear, he just felt that this old guy was too useless and his family was not well-educated, so he just waved his hand and ignored him, indicating his attitude.

This can't be any better.

During the intermission, Mu Zhan walked out of the tent, intending to beat Wen Mingyu. Such a timid look was really ugly, and everyone was being provoked. He could just go back and kill him.

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Just as he was about to pass, he saw Wen Mingyu walking out from Wei Yingwu, looking down at people with a tall look.

Mu Zhan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Why does this expression look familiar to me?"

Zhao Dequan, who was following him respectfully, his eyebrows twitching, subconsciously blurted out: "The saint is very similar."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dequan felt that he was crazy. When he saw the look in Mr. Wen's eyes that looked so similar to Mr. Sheng, he was so shocked that he lost his mind and accidentally spoke out his heart.

He was afraid that Sheng would be blamed, but he didn't expect that Sheng would not be angry when he heard this. Instead, he smiled with unknown meaning and seemed to be in a good mood.

But immediately after Wen Mingyu attacked, he quickly counterattacked and even wanted to sit next to the opponent and beat him.

When Mu Zhan saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed. Without even thinking, he strode over and forcefully pulled Wen Mingyu back to him like a chicken, his face displeased.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, his arms were hugging him. Wen Mingyu looked at him with dependence and trust as if he was looking for support from the person closest to him when he was bullied, "

Your Majesty, he bullied me."

Mu Zhan's heart moved, and his anger suddenly became more intense, but it was all directed at the person who bullied Wen Mingyu.

He looked gloomy and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

"Get up, you've had enough rest. The second half is about to begin, and Gu Ye will compete."

When the prime minister heard what Sheng said, his old face turned green. He knew very well that this grandson had completely angered Sheng and there was no way he could be saved.

The Prime Minister's wife was far away and couldn't hear clearly what was going on. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and walked over. She heard the Prime Minister say: "There is nothing we can do about this. I just ask the Holy Spirit to spare his life."

The Prime Minister's wife couldn't believe it and grabbed the Prime Minister's arm with her hand, "What did you say?! That's your grandson!"

"What's the point of getting angry with me? Didn't I tell you not to spoil him? He has such a lawless temper. I told him not to mess with the people around him. He

You completely turned a deaf ear to my words and still dared to hit the horse's hooves with a club, trying to kill someone? That's great!" The Prime Minister said with an angry look on his face.

Seeing that he was angry, the Prime Minister's wife softened her tone and said, "I know I usually dote on him, but he is still young, isn't he? So he is asking for sweets when he acts coquettishly on you, your lovely ‌‌ child,

How could you ignore him? Won't you be heartbroken that your grandson is gone?"

"You're still young?" The Prime Minister frowned, his beard trembled with anger, and he lowered his voice and cursed, "He's seventeen, 10 years older than the bastard of the Wen family, and he doesn't do his job all day long. I can't control this matter.

Just now I asked to see the Holy Spirit, but I was stopped. If you want to go, just go and pay for the entire clan for the idiot!"

The Prime Minister's wife choked on the curse during the phone call and opened her mouth, as if she knew it made sense, but couldn't accept it. The Prime Minister understood her mood, his anger was slightly suppressed, and he said cryptically: "Don't think too much about it.

, when we reach this point, there is nothing we can do... We don’t just have grandchildren, think about Hongzhi and Wen Zheng.”

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister's wife tightened the handkerchief in her hand, and finally nodded, choosing to accept this fact.

But at this time, the person holding his painful stomach and staring at Wen Mingyu with resentful eyes had no idea that his loved ones had given up.

Wen Mingyu's team had one player leave the field, and Mu Zhan took his place.

The players from both sides were on horseback, and the palace people sounded the gong loudly, and the second half of the game began.

‌With Mu Zhan joining the team, the entire atmosphere has changed. The audience in the tent is nervous, anxious and expectant, with mixed emotions. The people on Mu Zhan's team are thinking about how to pass the ball to Saint 

‌, the opposing team is afraid of hurting the Holy ‌, and also worries that if they don’t play hard enough, the Holy ‌ will be angered, which is very difficult to do.

But soon, as the game entered into a rhythm, they realized that all their thoughts were in vain.

The Saints didn't see them at all, and they almost couldn't touch the ball.

The man in blue is so angry that he may have eaten it himself. He is still resenting Wen Mingyu for beating him up just now and making him look embarrassed. Now he only thinks about revenge. Others are staring at the ball.

However, he looked for Wen Mingyu's figure, turned his horse around, rushed over, and swung his staff at Wen Mingyu with such force that it brought up a biting wind.

Wen Mingyu narrowed his eyes, flashed a cold look, bent down and dodged nimbly.

Someone shouted: "Catch the ball!"

He was a teammate of the man in blue. Seeing him score from the goal, he passed the ball to him. Although the man in blue really wanted to cause trouble for Wen Mingyu, of course he wanted to win the game. How could he accept losing to ‌

‌Humble bastard. So, he quickly hooked the ball with his stick and hit it hard towards the goal. It flew over accurately and was destined to score.

But just when he was about to succeed, the ball was intercepted.

Wen Mingyu hit the ball back and passed it to Wei Yingwu. He was so angry that he let the ball hit the goal even though most of the field was separated.

Wen Mingyu's team scored points.

He glanced at the scoreboard where the gap in scores was getting wider and wider, then turned towards the man in blue and raised the corner of his lower lip. That smile could be said to be very provocative and arrogant, and made the man in blue very angry.

Vomiting blood.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Mingyu went to chase the ball, and the man in blue rode a horse and approached him, waving his stick maliciously to grab the ball. But at this moment, a stick engraved with gorgeous dragon patterns appeared.

It came and hit his stick hard, causing numbness and pain in his mouth. His hand loosened and the stick fell to the ground.

The man in blue was furious and turned around to glare, but when he saw Mu Zhan's expressionless face, his eyes were dark, like a deep pool, cold and bottomless. The aura of the high-ranking man was terrifying, and he didn't need to say anything.

‌It made people fall silent and tremble.

If he hadn't been sitting on a horse, he would have fallen to his knees and couldn't stand up.

"His Majesty……"

His face turned pale, his head hung down, he had difficulty breathing, and his body was shaking uncontrollably out of fear.

But Mu Zhan didn't take him seriously at all, and directly ordered: "Why don't you move? Let's continue to compete."

The man in blue was flustered. He had dropped his stick and how could he continue the game? He gritted his teeth and looked towards the field, wanting to ask his servants to pick it up for him.

But Mu Zhan didn't give him this chance and said coldly again: "Run."

At this time, the man in blue completely lost his arrogance and arrogance. He could only think of the horrific rumors about how Mu Zhan had killed so many people and what kind of torture he used. He was sweating like rain on his back and started to shrink. He did not dare to do anything to the tyrant.

He threw all his emotions at Wen Ming Yushen, becoming more and more angry.

He forced the horse to move and glared at Wen Mingyu from the corner of his eye. Not far away from him was Mu Zhan, riding the horse carelessly. The speed was not fast, but he seemed to be approaching step by step.

Oppression is like a ferocious beast treating a weak prey. It does not kill it directly, but rather appreciates the opponent's fear, watching him run away in embarrassment, and is mentally tortured. When he gets tired of it, he swings his claws neatly and strikes the vital point.

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In the next second, the horse ridden by the man in blue was caught off guard and suddenly sank, losing his balance and rushing towards him. He rolled directly off the horse and fell heavily to the ground.

He only saw Mu Zhan sitting on a horse, holding a delicate ball stick in his hand, looking down at him with cold eyes as if he were looking at a corpse.

It was the Holy Spirit who slapped the horse's hoof hard with his club!

The horse was in pain, neighing, and stomping on the ground in an extremely violent manner. Naturally, it would not notice the man in blue lying on the ground. The horse's hoofs trampled heavily, the crisp sound of bones breaking, and the screams of extreme pain.

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Mu Zhan stared at it for a long time before waving his hands to have the injured person carried off. Treatment was certain, but whether he could stand up for the rest of his life and whether he survived or not was a question.

"Such intense exercise will always happen intentionally. I think we need to be careful. What do you think, dear friends?"

He rode his horse to the tent, looked down at the courtiers, his voice was calm and cool.

"...I think so too."

The air was stagnant for two seconds, and then the sound of ‌‌ broke, and then everyone was like ‌.

Mu Zhan glanced around carelessly, making everyone tense up. Then he slowly looked away and turned to look at Wen Mingyu, "Do you still want to play?"

After something like this happened, Wen Mingyu was certainly not in the mood and shook his head.

Mu Zhan casually threw the stick to Zhao Dequan, "I'm lonely, go back."

Then, he got off his horse, took Wen Mingyu and left in a chariot. The others bowed their heads and saw him off respectfully.

On the road, Mu Zhan looked tired and a little impatient. He held his chin and looked at the goose-yellow tassels hanging down from the chariot curtain, which were slowly swaying in the wind.

After a while, he looked away, turned his head and looked at Wen Mingyu, who was unusually quiet next to him, frowned and said, "Why don't you say anything? Are you dissatisfied with what Gu just did?"

Wen Mingyu got off the chariot and looked at the air, in a daze, not knowing what to think. It was not until she heard Mu Zhan's voice that she finally regained consciousness.

He guessed that Mu Zhan treated him as his property, and would definitely be disgusted with what others would do if they interfered. However, he did not expect that Mu Zhan would do it in person, and his style was even more simple and crude. What the other party did was...

So he returned the favor twice, causing the opponent to fall off his horse. The horse trampled on him, and even a few bones were broken.

The tragic situation can be described as horrifying.

He was shocked, but strangely, apart from the initial feeling of being frightened, there was no fear of reaction in his face. It was obvious that Mu Zhan was quite scary like that.

And with such a gloomy and cold expression, it seemed as if he was more than just a dispensable pet.

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "No, I'm very happy that Your Majesty stood up for me. He didn't hesitate when he attacked me just now, and he didn't take my life seriously. Naturally, I won't be soft-hearted towards him."
To be continued...