Jiang Shumiao was already tired of playing with the Nine-Linked Rings. Since the noble children in the capital all liked Cuju (ancient Chinese football), she pestered the Crown Prince to get her one.
She has great kicking power and always kicks a long way.
Once, Emperor Hongde was passing by and almost hit him.
The Imperial Guards accompanying the emperor, thinking there were assassins, all drew their swords and stood ready, with Gao Sheng shouting "Protect the emperor!"
Then a group of little kids ran out, and the one at the front was Jiang Shumiao. She was so excited that she couldn't speak clearly.
"Ball, my ball, my ball."
That football was in the hands of Emperor Hongde.
All the other children politely greeted him, but Jiang Shumiao ran over and stretched out her two little arms, saying, "Uncle, those are mine."
Emperor Hongde waved for the guards to leave, then bent down and asked, "You know how to play Cuju?"
Yes, I will.
Jiang Shumiao opened her innocent, clear eyes and said, "Brother Crown Prince said I played really well."
The Crown Prince, who was right next to Emperor Hongde, hurriedly said, "Father, Miaomiao is still young and just likes to play. She has no ill intentions. Please forgive her."
Emperor Hongde did not blame her, but smiled and patted Jiang Shumiao's head, correcting her, "This is called Cuju. Don't play it on the palace road, it's easy to hurt people. If you like, let the Crown Prince take you to play in the square."
Jiang Shumiao did not respond.
She saw the male protagonist.
Wen Zhixuan was dressed in a silver-white robe, with a very handsome face, but his eyes revealed a gloomy look.
Jiang Shumiao showed no signs of premature aging; on the contrary, she was lively and energetic, looking as robust as a little rhinoceros.
He only snapped out of his daze when he met the child's eyes, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Princess."
Jiang Shumiao blinked and pointed at him, saying, "You bad thing!"
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