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"Stop fooling around, who's being affectionate with you?" Jiang Chuan took a step back, distancing himself from Lin Xiaoyu.

"Jingjing, I sincerely wanted to prove it, but your brother disagreed." Lin Xiaoyu shrugged lightly and said, "That's his problem, not mine!"

Zhu Jingjing gently tugged at Jiang Chuan's sleeve and asked softly, "Brother, how do we prove this?"

"Don't ask things you shouldn't ask!" Jiang Chuan blushed. Zhu Jingjing was still young, and he shouldn't set a bad example for a minor. "The Peking University soccer team should be training at this time. Shall we go take a look?"

Jiang Chuan knew nothing about music, but he was very good at sports.

"What's so interesting about football?" Lin Xiaoyu pouted and said, "Let's go to the arts or literature club instead!"

"Then let Jingjing decide." Jiang Chuanchong winked at the little princess. "Jingjing, do you want to join the sports club or the arts club?"

Zhu Jingjing was torn; she wanted to go to both places but could only choose one.

After hesitating for a while, Zhu Jingjing took Jiang Chuan's hand and said, "Sister Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, but this time we should listen to our brother."

Jiang Chuan smirked defiantly at Lin Xiaoyu, "Didn't you hear me? Just listen to me quietly!"

"Look at you, so smug!" Lin Xiaoyu pouted, muttering resentfully, "Then let's go to the soccer field first. If Jingjing isn't interested, I'll arrange the rest of the itinerary!"

Jiang Chuan wasn't worried. This little princess was a very curious child, and she would be extremely interested in anything new and interesting.

After saying goodbye to Liu Qingqing, the three arrived at the football field, where two teams, red and blue, were playing a training match.

"Brother, what are they doing?" Zhu Jingjing tilted her head and asked疑惑地问道, "Is that ball some kind of treasure? Why is everyone fighting over it?"

"Jingjing, do you know about Cuju?" Jiang Chuan asked.

In the Ming Dynasty, Cuju (ancient Chinese football) was widely popular, but the little princess, living deep within the palace, might not have known about it.

"I've heard people mention it, but I've never seen it in person." Zhu Jingjing recalled carefully, "My father said that Cuju (ancient Chinese football) was not a proper profession, and he even issued an imperial edict prohibiting soldiers from playing Cuju."

Jiang Chuan pulled her to sit down on the sidelines and explained, "Cuju can be considered the predecessor of modern football. Here, football is a sport that's popular all over the world!"

"So, does that mean Father shouldn't have restricted Cuju?" Zhu Jingjing frowned slightly. After all, she was Old Zhu's daughter and was unwilling to admit that he was wrong.

"Different countries have different circumstances, so we can't generalize." Jiang Chuan rubbed her head and replied, "Zhang Shicheng, who was vying for the throne with your father, had a brother named Zhang Shixin who was addicted to Cuju (ancient Chinese football). Historical records state that he 'did not consult his strategist before going on campaigns, but instead brought along Chuju and Cuju, and indulged in feasts with women.' Your father took him as a cautionary tale, so we can't say he was wrong."

In the midst of their conversation, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The red team's forward received a long pass from midfield, then used a dribble past the blue team's defender to get one-on-one with the goalkeeper.

"Brother, is a goal about to be scored?" Although it was Zhu Jingjing's first time watching football, she was already engrossed in it.

"A beautiful dribble, now it's all about the final shot!" Jiang Chuan exclaimed excitedly. It was just a harmless training match, yet it had captivated him. Perhaps this was the charm of football.

With a powerful shot from the red team's forward, the football flew like a cannonball into the corner of the blue team's goal.

At the crucial moment, the blue team's goalkeeper leaped into the air and, just as the ball was about to cross the goal line, clenched his fist and successfully blocked it!

"Oh dear, what a pity, just a little short!" Zhu Jingjing was completely immersed in the game.

She wasn't a fan of either team; she just hoped to see a spectacular goal, which she considered the true enjoyment of watching football.

"It's not over yet!" Jiang Chuan stared intently at the striker who had just taken the shot. He didn't give up after the ball was saved, but instead sprinted towards the ball that had been knocked into the air.

He lunged forward, leaping into the air, and hooked the ball toward the goal with his left heel. The ball arced through the air and flew toward the goal. The blue team's goalkeeper was too late to get up and could only watch helplessly as the ball flew into his own net.

"What a scorpion kick!" Jiang Chuan raised his hands, never expecting that a college player could perform such a fancy move!

"Goal! Goal!" Zhu Jingjing threw herself into Jiang Chuan's arms, celebrating excitedly as if she had scored the brilliant goal herself.

The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.

"Is this the Cuju of later generations? It seems quite interesting." Liu Che was also deeply attracted by the game, and that scorpion kick left a deep impression on him. "Wei Qing, look at the soldiers' Cuju training. Shouldn't we improve it accordingly?"

Wei Qing seemed to be deep in thought. Cuju was originally one of the methods used by the Han Dynasty to train soldiers. Soldiers "focused on archery and horsemanship at home, and studied cuju at home." If some entertainment could be added like the cuju of later generations, it might make the soldiers more enthusiastic about training.

"Your Majesty, allow me to consider carefully how to improve the rules of Cuju," Wei Qing said.

Liu Che nodded and said, "Not only should the new rules be promoted to the civilian population, but also to the army. In the future, we can select the best soldiers from the civilian Cuju teams!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Hall.

The little boy in Li Shimin's arms reached out his hand into the air, as if trying to grab a football in the sky, "Father, this football is so interesting, I want to watch more!"

"That's easy! Father, how about having the common people's Cuju teams perform in the palace every month?" Li Shimin asked with a smile.

By the Tang Dynasty, Cuju had evolved into a game with goals and players assigned roles based on their positions on the field.

However, Tang and Song's rules stipulate that players can only kick from their own positions and cannot move, which results in a lack of competitiveness.

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

"Chongba, did you hear that? Jiang Chuan is speaking up for you!" Empress Ma said.

"This lad has some insight; he can see my good intentions!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded in satisfaction, his impression of Jiang Chuan improving considerably. "However, upon closer inspection, this Cuju (ancient Chinese football) is quite interesting."

Empress Ma chuckled and said, "Chongba, you wouldn't regret banning soldiers from playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football), would you?"

"How could that be!" Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard and said, "The army's duty is to fight. If they are obsessed with Cuju (ancient Chinese football), how can they go to the battlefield? But as for the common people..."

Empress Ma had followed Zhu Yuanzhang for a long time and naturally understood his thoughts. "Chongba, why don't we promote the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) method from later generations among the people? The government can also organize some competitions regularly, sponsored by wealthy gentry. This would not only provide the people with a recreational activity that can improve their health, but also solve some employment problems!"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and clapped his hands, saying, "As the Empress says!"