Since the previous dynasty, juju, that is, playing polo, has always been very popular among princes and nobles, and competitions will be held from time to time, so the Ministry of Rites prepares very quickly, and it only takes two days.

A vast and flat venue with an auditorium on one side.

When Wen Mingyu was called up from the bed by Sanxi, she was still a little confused and didn't know what to do.

"Young master, play polo, have you forgotten? This time, many sons from aristocratic families will also come. You will be instructed by the sage, and you will definitely shine on the field and become famous in one fell swoop."

Sanxi was even more excited than himself.

Wen Mingyu just remembered it, and it was a little funny to hear it, "I have only played with Sheng Shang, and I have never participated in a game. You know that I can win."

"Young master is so powerful, of course yes." He has blind faith.

Wen Mingyu shook his head, ate breakfast, put on his riding uniform, and went to the competition venue.

There are many people, all descendants of nobles. They have been pampered and pampered since they were young. They have a sense of arrogance around them, and they are not in the same class as the commoners.

As soon as Wen Mingyu appeared, there were a lot of scrutiny eyes looking over. The noble children who were present today were all told by their elders, so they paid special attention to Wen Mingyu.

Wen Mingyu was stared at for a while, and when he opened his foot to walk towards Mu Zhan, those eyes became obviously more intense, which made him very uncomfortable.

Zhao Dequan greeted him and respectfully led him to sit beside Mu Zhan.

With Mu Zhan, the god of evil, those eyes immediately converged, fearful and apprehensive, and they all began to pretend to chat with each other.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly found that the tyrant is scary and scary is also a bit good. It's not that he is afraid of being watched by too many people and becoming the focus of attention, it's just that those purposeful gazes are uncomfortable.

The purpose of coming here is to play polo. Mu Zhan's temperament doesn't like nonsense, so he directly removed the leading opening remarks, and it was the theme as soon as he came up.

The gong rang.

The first was a polo match between noble girls.

There are no gender restrictions in polo, so many daughters also put on neat riding clothes. Don't look at the gentleness like water at ordinary times, but on the court, they are all heroic, bright and flamboyant, no less than men.

The fierce competition caused applause from the tent from time to time.

After this match ended, it was time for the aristocratic son to play.

Wen Mingyu was about to get ready to go, she was nervous, but at the same time she couldn't hide her excitement. It is probably due to the innate competitive nature of human beings, the heart is pounding, the blood is surging, and the face is a little hot. He frowned, opened his mouth and exhaled slowly.

Mu Zhan looked at him like that, a little funny, reached out and picked up a strand of his long hair, and pulled it.

Wen Mingyu felt the strength, and subconsciously turned her head to look over.

"Afraid of losing?" Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Mingyu thought for a while, nodded, and was indeed a little worried. With so many people watching, it would be a little embarrassing if they lost miserably.

"You came from an orphan, and it would be a shame if you lose." Mu Zhan didn't say much, but he was able to pierce people's internal injuries.

Wen Mingyu felt like an emoji covering his heart and vomiting blood, he thought about it, and gave Mu Zhan a vaccination first, lest the irritable teacher could not bear the stimulation and punished him, "Your Majesty, winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs. Mu Zhan disagreed: "

If you can grab the ball under my hands, it is impossible to lose, and you can play with confidence."

The calm and determined tone made him more confident in himself than Wen Mingyu. After listening, he felt The tension has dissipated a lot.

Wen Mingyu smiled at Mu Zhan, her eyes curved into crescents, brilliant and dazzling.

"I will fight seriously, Your Majesty, please wait for my good news!"

Mu Zhan nodded, his face was expressionless, but his eyes stayed on Wen Mingyu, watching him run towards the court, bundled up high His long hair rose with his movements, showing vigorous vitality, like a beam of light.

The first thing to do, of course, is to divide into teams. Familiar friends naturally came together to form a team. Wen Mingyu didn't know anyone, but others would not embarrass him alone. Someone had long thought of joining his team.

It's just that no one can beat Wei Yingwu.

As early as when Wen Mingyu came to the stadium, he took the initiative to stand beside him, with a hill-like body sticking to him, his aura was ferocious and frightening, making everyone who was coming over paused, gritted his teeth, and came over, friendly He smiled and said, "Brother Wen, can I join your team?"

Wen Mingyu didn't know all of them. In his eyes, everyone was the same, so he agreed, and the team was soon formed. Those who come up late are still very embarrassed.

At this time, there was a mocking laugh not far away, the sound was not loud, but it was just enough for Wen Mingyu to hear.

"Some people's lives are really good. Once they gain power, most people are flattering and flattering, and they have everything." Looking at the

sound, it was a arrogant young man, holding an air, passing Wen Mingyu's body The eyes contained contempt.

There were a few people around that person, as if he was the center of the small group, and his status was not low.

Wen Mingyu frowned, feeling malicious, but the other party didn't name him by name, and he didn't have the upper hand to argue, anyway, the game was about to start, it's better to be abusive on the court.

So, he pretended not to hear, turned around and discussed the strategy with his teammates, who was responsible for what, how to fight, etc. Seeing that Mingyu avoided him, the man even thought that he was cowardly and useless, and laughed disdainfully.

While discussing, Wen Mingyu suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and almost fell forward. He hurriedly stood up, and when he turned his head, he saw Wei Yingwu's hand froze in the air, like a big dog who made a mistake. He wanted to pat Wen Mingyu on the shoulder, but he was born with great strength and could not control his strength, making Wen Mingyu almost think that his bones were broken into slag.

Wei Yingwu apologized, Wen Mingyu rubbed his shoulders and said, "It's okay, what does General Wei want to say?"

"You can just call me by my name. I want to remind you that the one in blue is the son of the second room of the prime minister's family. He played polo since he was a child, and has a good relationship with the son of the Marquis of Guangyang. Before the Marquis of Guangyang was cut off , he has a grudge against you, be careful with him."

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised and didn't understand why the general helped him, but it was always kind, and he planned to take precautions, so he smiled and said thank you.

General Wei looked at him and felt even more like a rabbit, fluffy. Cute, want to touch!

The gong rang and the game began.

Wen Mingyu had already turned on his horse, straightened his back, and sat firmly on the saddle. After more than seven months of training, he was completely different from what he looked like when he never touched a horse.

The first time he played polo, he was a little cautious at first, but soon, he blended in, riding a horse, holding a stick in his hand and holding it like a moon, chasing the ball rolling on the grass.

But after a while, something unexpected happened.

The three people on the opposite side were riding horses, obviously premeditatedly ran to Wen Mingyu's side, surrounded him, like a trapped beast, it was difficult to run out of the horse, let alone play, it was very aggrieved.

Wen Mingyu never thought that they could be so shameless and straightforward.

Although Wen Mingyu's team had a brief discussion before the game, the rival team was a few well-connected sons from aristocratic families. They often played polo together, cooperated tacitly, and specially arranged someone to block Wei Yingwu, the most difficult one. For a while, they fell into a state of passive trapping.

Opponents scored consecutive goals.

"The scumbag is the scumbag, waste." The

prime minister's family smiled proudly, lowered the ball stick, and slammed the horse's hoof that Wen Mingyu was riding.

Wen Mingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly grabbed the reins, letting the horse raise its hoofs and jump flexibly, like a hurdle, just avoiding the ball stick.

The man gritted his teeth and was unwilling. When he wanted to attack again, he didn't expect Wen Mingyu to be so courageous, and the royal horse charged straight at him, as if he was dying. If it collided, fell and was trampled by a horse's hoof, the fracture would be minor.

The man was so frightened that he hurriedly avoided it, just in time to make a way for Wen Mingyu to rush out from the encirclement.

Wen Mingyu had a clear purpose. After coming out, he went straight to the polo. With a wave of the stick in his hand, the ball was hit, and it drew a beautiful arc in the air and crossed the goal with precision.

The gong rang, and Wen Mingyu's team scored.

Wen Mingyu has picturesque eyebrows, a tall and straight body, riding a snow-white horse, galloping across the heaven and earth, bright red narrow-sleeved riding clothes, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his feet are on black boots. A young man in clothes and angry horses.

The moment the goal was scored, there was applause and applause in the tent.

Polo is very popular among aristocrats. People who love to play polo can't help but feel good when they meet powerful people and want to play with them heartily. Wen Mingyu's neat and tidy series of actions made some people who didn't know him and only heard of rumors change their impressions. In comparison, it seems that the son of the prime minister's family has an inferior approach and is especially despicable.

Some lively noble ladies even blushed with excitement, and whispered praise to their friends, that Xiao Langjun is so handsome.

On the court, Wei Yingwu threw off the blocking opponent. He wanted to help Wen Mingyu, but he rode his horse over, but seeing this beautiful counterattack, he couldn't help grinning. He also said before that Wen Mingyu, who has thin arms and thin legs, definitely needs help, but it turns out that he doesn't have to worry about it at all. If this is a rabbit, it is not the kind that is soft and bullied, but a fierce rabbit who will act like a spoiled child and fight and bite.

The atmosphere was good, but not everyone was in a good mood.

The Prime Minister's face was particularly ugly, and he could not wait to break the impulsive grandson's legs on the field. Even if he doesn't know when the sage will despise that son of the Wen family, but he is being favored now, obviously he can't touch him. Doing this kind of thing is simply courting death and dragging down the clan.

The Prime Minister was very anxious, thinking about how to get people away. During the intermission, he must do something, and he must not fight. He looked in the direction of the saint, ready to plead guilty, but when he looked up, he saw Mu Zhan's expression, and his heart sank suddenly.

Mu Zhan's face was cold, looking at the eyes of the person who attacked Wen Mingyu just now, as if he was looking at a dead person.

The prime minister tried to come forward, but was stopped by Zhao Dequan, not allowing him to approach.

Intermission.

After some intense exercise, everyone was sweating. After dismounting, the servant immediately stepped forward to help wipe the sweat and handed over water.

The man in blue who attacked Wen Mingyu one after another was in a very bad mood because of his failure just now.

Wen Mingyu guessed that this might be the case, and he was prepared for it, and the people around him would not be indifferent. Sanxi tried to block in front of him, almost at the same time, Wei Yingwu stepped out and stood in front. Sanxi's eyes suddenly darkened, a huge shadow shrouded her, and all the light was blocked. Sanxi was shocked and bewildered, and felt a little sympathy for the younger brother of the prime minister's family opposite.

Seeing the person who was protecting him without hesitation, Wen Mingyu froze for a moment, then smiled. In fact, he was not afraid of the prime minister's grandson. He had met such a person before. It's just that at that time, he was an orphan. He didn't want to cause trouble and was worried about revealing his gender, so he chose to endure it.

But now, he's not going to show weakness. If he escaped this time, there will be another time. He didn't think Mu Zhan would tolerate others trying to hurt his belongings, and the most important thing was that he wanted to teach him a lesson. I want to punch someone.

Wen Mingyu walked out from behind Wei Yingwu and the others, facing the prime minister's grandson, with a calm face and no fear.

Just after half-time, when people were full of blood and restlessness, Wen Mingyu was the same, You Qi was still holding his breath, and he would definitely go back with revenge.

In order to vomit blood from the popular person, Wen Mingyu also recalled Mu Zhan's expression, his posture should be strong enough, his face is arrogant, his chin is raised, and he is condescending, as if he is looking at a piece of shit.

"Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet, who are you?" A

perfect expression, a fluttering sentence, and a tone of indifference.

Three times the crit, the man in blue was so angry that his blood pressure soared, and the Tianling Gai was about to explode, staring at Wen Mingyu as if he was going to kill him.

With his sinister style just now, the man in blue is obviously not a temperament that can be tolerated. Now that he is stimulated by Wen Mingyu, his eyes are red and he rushes forward.

Wen Mingyu anticipated that, he ducked sideways, clenched his fists, and smashed the opponent's abdomen with a neat punch, swept his feet, and knocked him to the ground.

The man in the blue shirt blacked out in pain, and fell heavily to the ground.

Wei Yingwu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a person who looked weak and slender would fight. Sanxi was startled, and then her eyes lit up. Seeing the miserable state of the person who bullied her master, she almost laughed out loud.

Wen Mingyu still felt pissed. On the court just now, if he hadn't let the horse dodge the stick in time, he wouldn't know what it would have been like now. He also wanted to grab the other person's collar, sit on his stomach and continue beating.

But as soon as he bent down and made a move, his back collar was grabbed, pulled back, and was dragged into a familiar embrace. The pheromone of the spirits struck and quickly surrounded him closely. Wen Mingyu immediately knew who was behind him.

He was stunned for a second, then turned his head and changed his expression. He hugged Mu Zhan's arm, pointed at the person on the ground, and said aggrievedly, "Your Majesty, he bullied me." Silly, hum.

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