This time, it was unexpectedly possible for the imperial court as a whole to have opinions about the two major powers of the clan, which was absolutely an unexpected joy for Zhao Xi.

  He had no idea that at this time, people were racking their brains thinking about the rules of future football.

  A pseudo football fan, just knows roughly. No way, can only compromise with oneself.

  Anyway, no one has ever seen it, and he didn't plan to promote football, just wanting to help his old father resolve the messy controversy in the imperial court.

  So I'll just rely on my own imagination and arbitrarily set rules.

  It's not an easy thing, he has to carefully think about all the situations that may arise during the entire play process, and then define action norms in a targeted manner... What a bother!

  Zhao Xi's mind kept thinking about the scenes of future football matches, only to be constantly replaced by the disputes between the princes. He would close his eyes for a while, think, and then pick up his pen to write, with one thing always in mind: he couldn't add punctuation, and had to write vertically...

  "Xī ér...... nǐ suǒ zhuàn wèi hé?"

  Translation: "Xi'er... what are you writing?"

  Zhao Zhen felt very comfortable and relaxed, surrounded by an unprecedented sense of refreshment.

  All the children were playing, even if they weren't playing cuju, they still gathered around and cheered. Only Xier, only he was still in school.

  What is more glorious than a son who has made a name for himself? The key point is that he only has this one son, and there are no stains on his reputation due to the succession of the throne.

  "Father...... Gentlemen......"

  At this time, Zhao Xi was thinking about the chief referee, the sideline referees and the fourth official.

  Are five-man sepak takraw teams required to have a fourth official?

  He was suddenly called by his old man and hastily got up in a flurry.

  My goodness, didn't you figure out that the note was written by yourself? It shouldn't be, your handwriting has always been immature, and the majestic style of later generations has never been revealed. This is also a result of practicing wrist strength for over a year to write it out.

  It shouldn't be, right? But except for Lao Die, everyone else had a gloomy face... Zhao Xi was very uncertain and tried to cover up his panic, but he was still caught.

  Especially Han Qi and Fu Bian who have been paying close attention to him.

  "Your Highness, is this the rules of Cuju?"

  Good guy! Zhao Xi even wanted to rush over and kiss Han Qi's face, too much of a show-off.

  "Father, gentlemen, I see that people spend their days playing cuju and competing with each other. I think we should refine the rules and clearly define the actions..."

  I won't say anything else, let them see for themselves, leaving some things unsaid is also a way of making them stop mentioning that piece of paper.

  To be honest, Zhao Xi was very nervous, and even when answering Han Qi's questions, he still hadn't calmed down.

  Zhao Zhen's originally radiant expression also instantly froze.

  Alas! In the end, I still can't escape this game. Xier didn't play, but she's still thinking about it.

  "Your Majesty, why are you doing this in such detail?"

  Fu Bi thinks that refining this word is very suitable for the content on these papers, and indeed refines the expression of those paper strips.

  "Returning to the matter at hand, every time Master Wang sees his fellow disciples playing together, it always ends in a fight. I suppose none of you brothers have any intention of quarreling, and Uncle's family is also worried, all because the rules are not clear. Therefore, I think that if the rules are clearly defined, conflicts will naturally decrease, and there won't be any fighting."

  "Zi Shantang is our ancestral school, also a government office of the imperial court. Our clan members study here, but we fight every day, which must affect official business. Little Wang...Little Wang..."

  Zhao Xi finally pretended to be embarrassed and seemed to express his own awkwardness for not having read the book.

  As for the so-called clear rules, there is no struggle... just let them believe, anyway, I won't believe it myself.

  Later generations of football rules are perfect, aren't there teams with a hundred years of grudges?

  The key is that he mentioned the public office, but didn't mention replacing his old man to solve troubles.

  Zhao Xi now understood that this group of people came over, and it had nothing to do with the paper matter... So he was relieved.

  So he doesn't mind saying a few more words, and selling out this group of bear children. As if this resistant trampling and teasing had nothing to do with him, saying so also proves that it has nothing to do with him, and shows that he opposes such teasing.

  However, he further refined the rules and did not seem to oppose competitive sepak takraw.

  It's simple, I just want to say: stop messing around on the imperial court for no reason, it's just a game of kickball. You've turned the imperial court into a marketplace with your squabbles over a child's plaything. How embarrassing!

  "Good! Very good! King of Wu, you are great!"

  Here is this sentence again? I told Old Han, can't you use a different phrase to praise people?

  "Your two lordships, since you need rules for your games and amusements, they are now available to you. You may continue with them. Just do not disrupt the order of the Zisheng Tang government office, nor disturb the imperial court."

  Fan Zhongyan is really furious! A trivial matter almost messed up the imperial court and nearly reignited the old and new factions' conflict.

  "The two princes can gather their younger brothers in Bianliang and choose another place to continue this game, which can also be a fun event for the people of Bianliang City."

  Jia Changchao finished speaking and turned away to leave.

  This has made them lose face and their noses are out of joint.

  What a great opportunity to launch an attack, yet it was triggered by the playful antics of children. At this point, if we continue to debate the new policy, we would truly be led by the nose by these kids. But just like that, it's been put down... It's really frustrating and unbearable.

  Zhao Xi didn't understand this Jia Xiang... aren't they on the same side as the Ruyang Wang Fu? Looking at the situation today, it seems like he has opinions about both of these big shots.

  Are there stories you don't know about yourself?

  A stack of papers I spent half a day writing was taken away, but fortunately my old man's face lit up again. This is good, and it wasn't in vain that I racked my brains.

  After seeing off the group of people, Zhao Xi still didn't understand what had just happened.

  Wait until they almost went to school, and saw this group of bear children, one by one was beaten like frost, and came back with a few bruises, he seemed to understand a little.

  Hehe...... it's so beautiful in my heart.

  But something that happened later really shocked Zhao Xi.

  There is no more fun and games in the Zishan Hall, not even the original playful ways of the girls are left, while the animosity between the two families of Runan Wang and Beihai Wang's children has become increasingly apparent.

  It turned out that these two princes were indeed in Bianliang City, where they had found another place to gather their younger brothers and practiced a session according to the rules set by Zhao Xie.

  "Whose house won?"

  "Your Highness, I'm also unclear, but their attendants all say they won."

  Next, there was a second confrontation. It's no longer just the children of the family, but the two royal families are collecting good hands everywhere and setting up large rewards, which led to a competitive cuju match that sparked heated debate in Bianliang City.

  Isn't this just the prototype of a football club?

  Some things are really unpredictable, just like the origin and outcome of this incident.

  Some things can be anticipated, just like Zhao Xi is thinking now. Counter-attacking roller skating may give birth to a new industry.

  It is said that those who play ball in later generations are quite profitable.

  Shouldn't I also get involved?