"Your Majesty, this servant and Attendant Xia are from the same hometown!"
Liu Hong nodded. "Oh, I see. Get up now!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!!"
Xia Hun then quickly and respectfully stood up.
Liu Hong smiled and then asked, "I think you play football quite well. Did you play often before?"
Xia Hun replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, I have loved Cuju since I was a child, so I often practice with others in my spare time!"
"Hmm, are there many people who like Cuju (ancient Chinese football) in your hometown?"
"Your Majesty, it's still quite a lot!"
Liu Hong nodded, and then asked the other players questions.
When Liu Hong learned that people in this era were also very enthusiastic about Cuju (ancient Chinese football), he felt more confident in promoting Cuju matches.
Liu Hong then smiled and looked at the players of both the red and black teams, and said loudly:
"In the second half of your training, you'd better show me your skills and let me see the results. If you win, the whole team will be rewarded! The more goals you score, the bigger the reward!"
"If they lose, I will punish them by making them clean all the latrines in the palace! Do you all understand?"
"clear!!"
The players responded in unison, feeling both happy and a little apprehensive.
After resting for about fifteen minutes, Zhang Gong and Gao Wang each sent out the strongest members of their teams.
Soon, the red and black teams arrived on the field and set up their respective formations.
Since Liu Hong's rules for Cuju did not include a kick-off, the ball was placed between the two teams, with the forwards of both sides standing five meters away from the ball.
Whichever side gets to the ball first will be the one that runs faster.
"The second match begins!!"
With a loud shout from Jian Shuo, the players from both the red and black teams charged forward with all their might.
In the blink of an eye, the two teams were locked in combat, and the sounds of screams and cries of pain echoed across the field once again.
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