Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Upon hearing this, Gu Mingyue turned around, her eyes filled with an undisguised smile.

"Would you like to show your support too?"

Xiao Ye casually lifted his eyelids and glanced at her calmly.

"Didn't I come here to share joy with my people?"

Gu Mingyue: "..."

Just say you want to play, and we'll have fun together.

However, she didn't say anything more and silently swallowed her complaints. After all, Xiao Ye was the client, so as long as he was happy.

As they were talking, a group of vendors selling support items happened to pass by in front of the stands.

Each of them carried a bamboo basket filled with brightly colored brocade pouches, each adorned with long tassels.

This is a special support sachet supplied by Ruixiang Pavilion, filled with herbs to repel mosquitoes.

Gu Mingyue raised her hand and beckoned.

The waiter, with great keen insight, trotted over and respectfully carried the bamboo basket to the front of the main grandstand.

Xiao Ye leaned forward slightly, reached into the basket and took out an apricot-yellow sachet, casually weighing it in his palm.

It was light and airy, like a ball of weightless silk.

He looked up at the track ahead.

The main grandstand is at least three or four zhang (approximately 10-12 meters) away from the circular passageway below.

If you throw it with that little weight, a gust of wind will probably blow it only a few steps before it falls softly to the ground halfway down the road.

It lacks any imposing presence and cannot uphold royal dignity.

After a moment's thought, Xiao Ye turned and whispered something to Liu An behind him.

Upon hearing this, Liu An immediately bowed and agreed, then turned and jogged to the side of his attendants.

A moment later, Liu An came running back, carrying a small cloth bag in his hands.

The cloth bag was full of gleaming silver coins.

Xiao Ye took the cloth bag, pinched out a few small pieces of silver, and stuffed them into the small sachet until it was bulging.

He weighed it again.

Yes, it's heavy enough; it can be thrown very far.

Seeing this, Liu An could easily understand the emperor's intention. He quickly beckoned several eunuchs behind him to come forward and hurriedly took out more than a dozen sachets from the basket, stuffing a piece of silver into each sachet.

On the field at this moment.

Gu Mingli was leading the Pujitang team, marching past the sideline from the direction of the main grandstand.

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced up.

Xiao Ye sat high up in the center of the stands, still with that aloof and arrogant demeanor.

Pei Yu also looked up and glanced at him, then shrank back and whispered in Gu Mingli's ear:

"Brother Gu, shall we pay our respects to His Majesty?"

How could Gu Mingli know that there was no such rule?

But considering he was the emperor, we still had to give him some pomp and circumstance.

"Stop! Greetings, Your Majesty."

So the whole team stopped.

The dozen or so people turned around in unison, bowed to the emperor, and paid their respects.

Xiao Ye slightly raised his hand, his fingers seemingly deftly hooking outwards.

"reward!"

At a command.

A row of guards behind him raised their arms in unison.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

More than a dozen brocade pouches filled with silver coins flew out rapidly like hidden weapons, imbued with internal force.

It struck with incredible precision and ferocity at the unsuspecting Pujitang team on the sidelines.

"Oh my god!"

"My head! What hit me?!"

"A hidden weapon! Ouch, that hurts!"

Xiao Ye: "..."

Gu Mingli stood there, stunned.

He looked up at the stage.

What does that mean?

Pre-match pep talk, huh?

Xiao Ye is a very good student who can apply what he has learned to other situations.

Having learned from the experience of the accidental injuries caused by his subordinates, he changed to a gentler throwing posture.

A flick of the wrist.

The apricot-yellow sachet arced through the air and landed directly in front of Gu Mingli's face.

Gu Mingli remained calm and steadily caught the sachet in his palm.

"Ouch~" My hand hurts from typing.

Is this supposed to be a sachet?

Is that a shot put?!

Curious, he pulled open the drawstring and looked inside, only to find a pile of loose silver lying among the herbs!

Got it! I'll give a tip!

Gu Mingli raised his head, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the main grandstand.

He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Thank you, boss!!"

Xiao Ye in the stands: "..."

The opening ceremony has ended.

The 42 participating teams retreated to the designated team rest areas on the sidelines.

The first match was between Gu Mingli's Pujitang team and Xiangzhou's Shen family team.

The Shen Family Team is a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) team formed by a long-established noble family in Xiangzhou.

I heard that there's a huge prize of 10,000 to 30,000 yuan for this competition, so the young master of the Shen family specially spent a lot of money to hire a group of martial arts experts as team members, preparing to compete for the championship based on their fighting skills.

The Shen team's players made a strong visual impact as soon as they appeared on the field.

Each of them was as robust as a bear, with bulging muscles in their limbs, a face full of fierceness, and an imposing presence.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he immediately drew gasps of astonishment from the stands.

"My goodness, this isn't playing football, it's going to war!"

The players from both sides walked onto the field.

Gu Mingli stood in front of his own camp, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group of burly men opposite him who were eager to fight.

He slowly bent down, tucked his trouser legs in, patted his knees, and stretched his ankles.

"Don't be intimidated by them, remember the tactics we practiced."

Gu Mingli turned his head and whispered instructions to his teammates.

"Lin Xi and I will be in charge of midfield control and passing. Pei Yu, you and Shen Miao move to the flanks. Don't try to fight them physically, create space, and wait for my signal."

"Yes, I understand!"

Everyone responded nervously.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of a gong suddenly rang out, and the competition officially began!

The echoes of the gong were still lingering in the air above the arena when Gu Mingli made his move.

He rushed forward and accurately caught the ball that Lin Qi passed from the center circle.

With the instep lightly touching the ball, I glided sideways for three quick steps.

Upon seeing this, a burly man with a large beard from the Shen family team across the way sneered and charged forward, swinging his muscular arm.

He headed straight for Gu Mingli's left side, attempting to knock him and the ball over together.

Just as the bearded man was about to collide with him at the critical moment!

Gu Mingli's shoulder swayed deceptively to the left, while his entire body suddenly shifted to the right. He lightly and nimbly flicked the ball with his toe.

"Whoosh!"

The ball obediently changed its trajectory and passed right under the burly man's open crotch!

The stands erupted in a frenzy of cheers and laughter!

"Crotch piercing! Pujitang is amazing!"

In the second half of the game, Gu Mingli quickly started to show off his skills with the help of his teammates.

He unleashed all the skills he had accumulated on the football field without any reservation!

Marseille turn, stepover, nutmeg, bulltail dribble...

Every touch of the ball was clean and crisp, with fluid movements.

The group of burly gangsters that Shen's team had hired were completely stunned.

They possessed brute strength capable of splitting bricks and shattering rocks, yet they couldn't even touch the ball under Gu Mingli's ghostly footwork.

At the end of the first half, the score was a staggering 3-0.

The atmosphere in the stands became lively.

Those who bet on Pujitang team to win were all beaming with excitement, slapping their thighs and grinning from ear to ear.

The team's commercial value is now evident.

The eyes of the nobles watching from their seats lit up instantly.

Next year, they also want to form a team that bears the name of their business!