"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable..."

"Are these Liao people crazy? What is this place?"

"Beat them, damn it, so arrogant."

“…”

After the wine pot broke, the entire Fan Building was silent at first, and then the entire building burst into an unprecedented clamor.

It was so bullying that the bearded man's actions completely angered everyone.

Even the old scholars who thought they were humble and gentlemen were all filled with righteous indignation at this time, and angrily scolded the barbaric Liao people for being ungrateful.

On the terrace on the third floor, Zhao Ji frowned, and the sound in his ears gradually faded. All his attention was attracted by Yelu Yanxi, who was headed on the second floor.

Yelu Yanxi took the bowl and took a sip of wine, then turned the bowl towards Zhao Ji, and the wine spilled all over the floor, but he threw the bowl out of the windowsill.

With a clang, another broken sound came, and this time it was really a slap in the face, slapping him in the face.

Zhao Ji took a deep breath and glared at Yelu Yanxi, who was only one year younger than him. This was not the first time the two of them had met tit.

"Brother Duan, don't be fooled by him." Zhao Mujin walked behind Zhao Ji at some point, looking nervous.

At the same time, Yelu Yanxi, who was standing on the second floor with a sneer, suddenly lit up his eyes, and his eyes moved away from Zhao Ji, staring at Zhao Mujin without blinking, his eyes full of invasion and possession.

Zhao Mujin felt something. After glanced at him, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes. However, due to Yelu Yanxi's identity, she still politely bowed and persuaded Zhao Ji to think twice before doing it.

"Brother Duan Wang, in public, if there is a conflict with the Liao envoy, it will not be a wise move for you or for me, the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Ji clenched his fists in his sleeves, and he knew that Yelu Yanxi was deliberately angering him. Now it was the critical moment for the peace talks between the Western Xia and the Northern Song Dynasty. He made great contributions to this peace talks. Because of this, he was able to gather a group of officials for his own use.

If he had a conflict with the Liao people, especially Yelu Yanxi, at this critical moment, it would not be a wise move for him.

Not to mention offending the Liao people, even those who support him ascend to the throne, I am afraid that they will find a reason to give up on him at that time.

At this moment, Zhao Ji thought of many possibilities in his mind. He even wondered whether Yelu Yanxi had reached a cooperative relationship with Zhao Si, otherwise, how could he provoke him for no reason at this critical moment?

At this time, King Jian Zhao Si was also in Fanlou, watching the development of the situation with a smile in the corner of his mouth...

Just as Zhao Ji was thinking to himself.

Yelu Yanxi whispered something with the translator beside her, and then the translator raised his eyebrows first, then looked in the direction of Zhao Mujin, and an equally disgusting and stunning look flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward and bowed to Zhao Ji, "Dear Your Highness Duan, my general said that if you want to compete with your most powerful Cuju master, if you win, the woman around you will give it to him, if you lose..."

The beard behind the translation shouted loudly: "Jili Gulu..."

The translator was stunned when he heard this and laughed: "General Wushu said that if he lost, he would take off his head, hahaha."

"The woman next to King Duan?" Everyone present turned their heads and looked at the terrace on the third floor.

I saw Zhao Mujin standing next to King Duan Zhao Ji with a pretty face. As a princess of the Song Dynasty, this was the first time she had suffered such treatment.

Zhao Ji's face also changed drastically, but he did not respond immediately, but looked at Yelu Yanxi. The two of them had their eyes collided, and sparks seemed to burst into the void...

Some officials who recognized Zhao Mujin frowned, and in their hearts, they scolded the arrogance of the Liao people, but in fact they were powerless.

This is no longer something they can participate in. At the moment, we can only see how Zhao Ji deals with it.

Others who didn't know Zhao Mujin looked at each other, and they all habitually thought that Zhao Mujin was Zhao Ji's mistress, mainly because Duan King Zhao Ji was romantic, and it was also common to accompany him with a beautiful woman who was fascinating to the country.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, concubines could be traded, let alone mistresses who didn’t have any title. Therefore, they did not think that there was anything wrong with using Zhao Mujin as bets. At most, they felt that King Duan Zhao Ji was slapped in the face and lost the demeanor of a great country.

Someone else directly called on Zhao Ji to make a bet, the birthplace of Cuju, and the development history of Cuju for thousands of years, how could it not be defeated by a mere barbarian? For a moment, the entire Fanlou shouted loudly.

"Your Highness Duan, please come down."

"Yes, we are not afraid of winning them upright in Cuju field."

"A mere group of barbarians can't understand the profoundness of Cuju, and it's easy to beat them."

"Promise them, see if they dare to be arrogant..."

King Duan Zhao Ji was in a dilemma for a moment and looked back at Zhao Mujin. Zhao Mujin was also very angry at this time, but she was not easy to show it. At this time, what she had to consider was not just her own face.

Although he didn't know what Yelu Yanxi's real purpose was, the person facing the test now was Duan King Zhao Ji. Facing the surging shouts of the people, if he chose to retreat, his face would be ruined in an instant.

And if you agree, then... Zhao Ji looked at Zhao Mujin apologetically.

"Jin'er, do you believe in your brother?"

Zhao Mujin froze, then looked at him in disbelief: "You..."

Zhao Ji looked dodging and did not dare to look at her. He gritted his teeth and shouted to Yelu Yanxi: "It's okay to play football, but I won't bet with her. If you want to play, just change the bet."

When Zhao Mujin heard this, her face looked a little better.

However, Yelu Yanxi's next sentence directly forced Zhao Ji to the cliff.

"What, your highness, your grandson Duan, are you afraid before you start kicking?"

Yelu Yanxi stared at Zhao Mujin, who looked pale but looked even more charming, and said loudly: "It's easy not to lose. You just need to beat us. Your Highness Duan Wang, don't even have this confidence?"

A stone caused a thousand waves, and before Zhao Ji could react, those who didn't know the truth began to angrily criticize Yelu Yanxi for not knowing the height of the world.

"How could you lose? Do you think too highly of yourself?"

"Your Highness Duan, promise them that these dogs are so arrogant."

"Well……"

Zhao Ji was really in a difficult situation now, so he could only look back at Zhao Mujin, his eyes full of asking for help.

Zhao Mujin was very angry. Looking at the people who casually regarded themselves as bets, they were mixed feelings and finally looked extremely disappointed.

In a trance, she suddenly remembered someone's calm appearance in her mind. If it were him...

Zhao Mujin glared at Zhao Ji fiercely and said in a deep voice: "You can agree, but I have a request."
Chapter completed!