A very big family, but I just happen to be the only child.

  His old man is one, and he is still one. The withered one is equivalent to Taizu and Wei Wang.

  Zhao Xi knew the benefits of forming alliances, but thinking about the past conflicts between their ancestors... he really couldn't afford to play with fire. Even when he was still a child, he didn't dare to mess with them.

  It turns out that Wang Zhongzheng has become too powerful, and the attendants in the Ruyang Palace are afraid to provoke him. Haven't you seen those three going to the countryside to look at their estates? There's nothing to see on the estate, it's just a place where they were exiled.

  In Zhuangzi, Bianliang is not far away, but is that still Bianliang? Even eating a cookie has to be three miles away, how can it be better in Bianliang City.

  Fortunately, the young master did not ask them to do anything. The children in their teens gathered together without any grievances or grudges and naturally became familiar with each other.

  Since Zishantang started the clan school, Wang Zhongzheng also couldn't bear to train the flag team anymore, using the excuse that he couldn't let other families learn it too. It's just a flag team, being neat is enough, Zhao Xi didn't ask them to do anything special either.

  So Wang Zhongzheng also had time to play. And let Zhao Xi see the football at this time... Cuju.

  Zhao Xi's impression was that Cuju was the prototype of football, but after watching these companions play, he realized that they were two completely different things.

  This... is simply a farce. All these fancy moves are completely impractical. Zhao Xi doesn't even understand why a group of people would be so foolishly enthusiastic about this.

  Look again at the venue which is almost as big as a basketball court... Tsz Shan Monastery even comes with a sports ground, this was also where Wong Chung Yeung originally practised his ceremonial drill.

  What a pity, such a good venue is wasted, it's really can't let them waste like this.

  At this time, Cuju had lost its original confrontational nature, and the current dynasty also valued literature over martial arts. Cuju games were more inclined to be performance-oriented, with each player showing off their fancy moves.

  Looking at Taizong's descendants, apart from himself, all the other princes and consorts had intentionally or unintentionally surrounded the King of Runan's family, which made Zhao Xi feel very uncomfortable.

  No way, he had never participated in clan activities, plus he was certain to be the successor of the Dàtóng, making a big name for himself, and on top of that, there were also the elders' reminders when going out, so no one was familiar with him.

  This situation is not good. Zhao Xi is not used to being in the minority, and now that he's in this situation, waiting for the future, he may be the only one in his clan who is... The emotions of youth are always pure, naturally, the grudges of youth are also eternal.

  "Zhōngzhèng, yuánběn de cuījū bù shì zhèyàng de."

  Translation: "Zhongzheng, the original Cuju was not like this."

  "Your Highness, if we play like this, there will be a conclusion in the Tokyo Castle. The young ones are still too young to play with the ball gate, but it would be great if they had one."

  Alas, what a fool! Must I spell it out for you? Zhao Xi didn't want that.

  With a piece of paper that had been exposed to the sun... it was no longer possible for Zhao Xi to care whether he would be regarded as a relic of a bygone era, or even further back than that.

  Following Sun Fu, Zhao Xi also learned the art of clerical script. He drew a picture with twists and turns, then used clerical script to write down the rough rules of football for future generations... He inadvertently lost it, and it was lost in the courtyard of Cishantang.

  If Wang Zhongzheng were a clever person, it would not be necessary for me to spend so much effort. Just the change in writing style has already exhausted him.

  The strength of his wrist has returned, and Zhao Xi can now find his former calligraphy style and write out characters with a sense of depth and richness.

  ……

  "Your Highness, I heard you say the other day that Cuju shouldn't be played like this?"

  "Oh, Cuju originated in the Spring and Autumn period of Qi State, initially as a competitive sport. Later, during the Two Jins period, when horses were released on South Mountain, it became popular to emphasize refined and elegant gentlemanly conduct, thus evolving into the Cuju we know today."

  Zhao Xi saw Wang Zhongzheng ask, and he pretended to explain. In his heart, he prayed that the paper note would not be picked up by this fool...

  "Your Highness, a piece of paper was picked up in the Beihai Wangfu, which contains the origin of Cuju and the method of playing Cuju. Your Highness, is this something from inside the palace? Is it necessary to send someone to retrieve it?"

  Get out of here! Zhao Xi is really fed up with this idiot. But it's also true that he's taking care of the family business.

  "This is a place of learning for all people. Do not bully others just because you are in the palace. Things that do not belong to anyone, whoever picks them up gets to keep them, do not stir up trouble."

  Isn't this kid being spoiled by others and can't tell directions? Grandpa has gone to great lengths to get it to this point, are you going to ask for it back again?

  It's also good to take this opportunity to enlighten him a bit, so that this fool won't be cheated and still count his money.

  When people are most pleased with themselves, they are also most relaxed in their vigilance.

  Originally in the palace, as a small role like Wang Zhongzheng, any eunuch could order him around. Since following Zhao Xi, this kid has also risen with the tide, and has a bit of an arrogant and bossy attitude now.

  Zi Shantang's family learning, because of the Yu Nan Wang Fu Jia Ban Dang's affairs, the accompanying Ban Dang also humbly yielded to him, and he really got used to a master's mentality.

  "Zhongzheng, the Zishantang is not only a clan school, but also a public office. Don't forget your origins and lose face in front of the imperial court. If you have any grievances, report them to the censor, and I can replace you immediately. How will you return to the Imperial City Temple? I fear it won't be possible."

  Wang Zhongzheng was stunned. They had just spent a few good days together, how could it be that because of a piece of paper, he would have to return Wang Ye?

  He was originally a small yellow gate, because he had been practicing martial arts since childhood and was selected by the Imperial City Guard, still a small yellow gate. Since following Wang Ye, although his rank has not increased, he is already incomparable to what he used to be.

  If it were returned by the prince...

  Wang Zhongzheng almost cried.

  "Your Highness, I...I..."

  "It's fine if you know. Don't get involved in other people's trivial matters, your future is as an imperial bodyguard, and getting entangled in such disputes will be an obstacle."

  Give a slap and reward with a sweet date. Zhao Xi understood that anyway it was facing Wang Zhongzheng, and he didn't mind either.

  Very well, when the confrontational kick was being performed among various families, Wang Zhongzheng obediently did not belong to any family, despite shouting on the sidelines and anxiously wanting to get on stage, he still listened to Zhao Xi's reminder...not to interfere.

  Football... is the most confrontational sport that can awaken people's desire to win. And everyone thinks they are a superstar, wondering what would happen if they were on the field.

  This was unbearable for those princes, and finally one of them made the first move to take the stage, followed by a group after another.

  Zhao Xi looked at this scene and finally felt relieved.

  Taizu and the King of Wei are from the same clan, so even if they have ideas, they will still obediently watch from the side. It's not just the current kickball confrontation, I guess it's also the case in the clan.

  As for himself belonging to the Tai Zong lineage, there's no need to be reserved about it.

  Since it's a confrontation, there is naturally a need for team formation, and thus a distinction between intimacy and estrangement.

  It's good this way, finally don't have to watch them gathering together in groups, and also don't have to watch their intimate interactions that annoy me.

  Confrontation has never been harmonious, since confrontation will inevitably generate sparks.

  Then...

  Children's affairs have never been confined to children forever, and Zhao Xi is very clear about this.

  Later generations have countless stories about children's squabbles capsizing the boat of friendship, all are human, and all possess common human emotions. Zhao Xi doesn't believe that today's royal clans can avoid this, let alone they don't even have a tight bond between them.