Chapter 12: His Royal Highness King Yan Sent Someone to Find His Young Master, Invitation for Something
Chapter 12 His Highness King Yan sent people to look for the young master. If you have anything to do, please invite me (please collect, invest, and vote)
Watching his father Gao Qiu, who played ball and became the Great Lieutenant of the Song Dynasty, he was thinking deeply about the expansion and extension of ball sports.
Gao Zhang, who had a dark look on his face, raised his hand to wipe his face, looked up to the sky and sighed.
Fortunately, this is my father. If this is my child, it would be strange if he didn't scream and squeal, wiping his tears and immersing himself in the ocean of knowledge.
But forget it, dad did this for the sake of the family. As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
There is a foolish king squatting above and a bunch of traitors in the court, what more do you ask for?
I am still a child whose hair has not fully grown, so all I can do is take care of my family first.
Is it possible that I wrapped my forehead in white cloth, raised the King's flag, jumped to the top of Bianliang City, and shouted "Qing Jun"?
It would be strange if the Song Dynasty's three-bow bed crossbow hadn't penetrated the whole body with holes, and the head and Song Jiang's head were hung at the city gate to dry and wait for the New Year.
Now I'd better think of a way to solve my father's troubles before talking about anything else.
Looking at his father, Gao Zhang rolled his eyes as he squeezed the ball that felt great.
"Fu'an, go and get some wooden boards that are similar to door panels, and get some long benches."
Hearing his son's words, Gao Qiu looked confused, but he didn't stop Fu'an and his servants from moving things, and whispered to Gao Zhang who was still playing with the ball.
After a short while, Gao Zhang, with his face full of doubts, led the rich man to the door of the house.
After a cordial exchange with my son, I devoted myself completely to the practice.
After playing for a long time, Gao Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and patted Gao Zhang's shoulder happily.
"Your Highness Prince Yan..." Gao Zhang looked at the servant in confusion, then turned his head to look at his confidant Fu'an.
The servant immediately ran away, and not long after, he arrived at the small courtyard of the young master Gao Zhang.
At least in Gao Zhang's eyes, he was not inferior to those professional players from the five major leagues in later generations.
Zhang'er is so sensible and well-behaved, and he always knows how to come up with new things to make his father happy. How could such a well-informed and interesting child bully Cai Laoliu, who is two years older than him?
This child is still so well-behaved and filial. He already knows how to make suggestions for his biological father. As a father, how can he go against the child's good intentions?
Wait until he takes the bait and gets tired of playing. Anyway, his mind is full of various ways and methods of playing ball.
Seeing Gao Zhang's cute little face with a smile, Gao Qiu couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
In an instant, Gao Zhang's eyes bulged.
Everything must be done from the simplest to the deeper. First, I will come up with a simple and easy-to-understand game to open my father's eyes.
The new ball game made Gao Qiu, the first ball player in the Song Dynasty, very happy.
This is how he looks like a professional player. If his father is not a football champion after a thousand years, he must be a football superstar, the orange level.
Gao Zhang was relieved when he saw his own father smiling happily, his face flushed and glowing from playing.
The guard carrying a sword outside the door saw Gao Zhang, squeezed out a smile and saluted respectfully.
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A table similar to the size of a table tennis table, separated by a rope net in the middle, one or two people on each side can happily play a game.
There is no man among the men in the palace who cannot play ball, and many servants are even quite good at it.
Gao Qiu, the first person to play ball in the Song Dynasty with a very high golf quotient, quickly understood the rules of this game.
Is it possible that you want to take over the talent bureau? Then you should go to my father. After all, I am still just a child.
"Okay, okay, I am indeed the Qilin son of the Gao family. I can actually help my father come up with such a novel and good idea."
The rules of this game are very simple, but its playability and entertainment are quite outstanding.
"That Fu'an, why are you still standing there in a daze? Call more people and let's go and have a look."
I started playing with the servants in the mansion. The two of them went back and forth on the ball table made of wooden boards and had a great time.
Gao Zhang looked up and down at the sword-carrying guard and said with some confusion.
"I know your Highness?"
A maximum of three touches of the ball are allowed, and the ball must be hit over the net. The rules are similar to a combination of table tennis and football.
Upon hearing this, the guard raised the corner of his mouth strangely, took two steps forward and muttered something in a low voice.
But after blinking, he saw Gao Zhang showing an innocent smile and said happily.
Who can go in and out there, whether in the car or under the car, who is a simple person?
Seeing Gao Zhang's expression, the guard was a little confused. He always felt that the eyes and expression of the son of a prince were very strange and not serious.
"This kind of gameplay is a different way, but it is very easy to get started."
"Come to see me?" Gao Zhang scratched his chin, wondering for a long time what trouble this empty-handed prince had with him.
Huang looked calmly and gently at her husband, who was no longer worried and was chatting and laughing with his son Gao Zhang, and felt relieved in her heart.
And his own father, Gao Qiu, was worthy of being the number one player in the Song Dynasty. He won consecutive games by himself. His footwork and posture made Gao Zhang's eyes light up and he applauded him repeatedly.
That's all, as long as the husband can put away all his worries, maybe after a few days, the official family will dissipate their anger and call the husband back to the court...
It was clearly Cai Laoliu who bullied others, so Zhang'er was forced to fight back.
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Outside the gate of Gao Mansion, a strong man carrying a sword came. He stood at the door and whispered a few words to the servant of Gao Mansion who was guarding the door.
"I have met Mr. Gao. My Highness is visiting the garden today and I have specially invited Mr. Gao to go with him."
"Zhang'er, what do you want with those things? Aren't we going to play ball?"
"That's right, it's just playing ball. The kid has thought of a new way to play. Dad will know after he tries it out?"
Cai Laoliu's reputation has never been very good. It's just that he has a good father, Cai Fenfen, in the background.
Ouch! I didn’t expect that the official Zhao who dropped his pants on the floor and didn’t pick them up for a long time turned out to be a dignified prince.
"Young Master, His Highness King Yan has sent people to look for you. I have something to invite you."
And a group of high-ranking servants looked on and cheered.
But then I thought about it, regardless of the small flaws like the plate glass, I just looked at the girl's appearance, her charming eyes, and the luxurious facilities of the single-family villa.
Fu'an shook his head with a confused look on his face. "I don't know, I might know you..."
It seems that if you don't make this table ball game come alive, it won't stop.
"Do I know this His Highness, Prince Yan?"
Seeing Fu'an's dull look, the tired Gao Zhang stood up and thought, let's just go and see with his own eyes what a weird situation this is.
"Okay, okay, then I'll let this big guard lead the way. It just so happens that I hit it off right away.
But I don’t know my little brother’s identity, so I can’t make an appointment. Today I just happen to have a close and affectionate relationship…”
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