Since the previous dynasty, juju, which is also known as polo, has been very popular among the princes and nobles, and competitions will be held from time to time, so the Ministry of Rites prepared quickly, and it only took two days to complete.

It is a vast and flat venue, with an auditorium set up on one side.

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

"Sir, let's play polo, have you forgotten? Many ‌‌ masters‌ will come this time. You will be personally guided by the Holy One. You will definitely shine on the court and become famous in one fell swoop."

Sanxi was even more excited than himself.

Wen Mingyu then remembered and felt a little funny after hearing this, "I have only played with His Majesty and have never participated in a competition. You don't know that I can win."

"Young master is so powerful, it's true." Sanxi had blind confidence in him.

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

There are many people, all children of nobles. They have been well-dressed and pampered since childhood. They have a sense of arrogance and are not on the same level as the common people.

As soon as Wen Mingyu appeared, a lot of people looked over at her. The noble children present today had all been warned by their elders, so they paid special attention to Wen Mingyu.

Wen Mingyu was stared at for a moment, and when he walked towards Mu Zhan again, the gazes became obviously more intense, making him very uncomfortable.

Zhao Dequan came over and respectfully led him to sit down next to Mu Zhan.

With the presence of the evil god Mu Zhan, those eyes immediately converged, fearful and jealous, and they all began to pretend to chat on their own.

Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that it was good to see the tyrant being scary. It wasn't that he was afraid of being looked at by too many people and becoming the center of attention, but those purposeful glances made him uncomfortable.

The purpose of coming here is to play polo. Mu Zhan's temperament doesn't like nonsense, so he directly removed the leadership-style opening remarks and just started the theme.

The gong rings.

The first game is a polo match between ladies.

There are no gender restrictions in playing polo, so many wealthy ladies put on neat riding clothes. Although they are usually as gentle as water, when they are on the court, they are heroic, bright and flamboyant, no less than men.

The fierce competition caused cheers to come from the tent from time to time.

At the end of this scene, it's time for Young Master ‌‌ to take the stage.

Wen Mingyu was ready to go, feeling nervous and at the same time unable to conceal his excitement. It was probably due to people's innate competitiveness. His heart was pounding, his blood was surging, and his face was a little hot. He had a sullen face and opened his mouth.

Exhaled slowly.

Mu Zhan was a little amused when he saw him like that. He stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of his long hair and pulled it.

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

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

Wen Mingyu thought for a while and clicked, feeling a little worried indeed. With so many people watching, it would be a bit embarrassing if he lost miserably.

"You are from a solitary sect. It would be too embarrassing to lose." Mu Zhan didn't say much, but he hit the nail on the head and could poke out internal wounds.

Wen Mingyu felt that he was just an emoticon covering his heart and vomiting blood. He thought for a while and decided to give Mu Zhan a vaccination first, lest the irritable teacher could not bear the stimulation and punish him, "Your Majesty, winning or losing is a matter of war."

Commonplace.”

Mu Zhan didn't think so: "If you can grab the ball from my hands, you won't lose. Don't worry, go play."

That calm and determined tone made him more confident than Wen Mingyu in himself. After hearing this, the tension in his heart actually dissipated a lot.

Wen Mingyu smiled at Mu Zhan, his eyes curved into crescent moons, brilliant and dazzling.

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

Mu Zhan clicked, with no expression on his face, but his eyes stayed on Wen Mingyu, watching him run towards the court, his long hair tied up high rising with his movements, showing a vigorous look.

The vitality is like a beam of light.

The first thing to do is to form a team. Familiar friends have come together to form a team since then. Wen Mingyu doesn’t know anyone, but the others will not embarrass him alone.

Someone is thinking of joining his team.

It's just that no one is faster than Wei Yingwu.

As early as when he heard that Mingyu came to the stadium, he took the initiative to stand beside him. His body was bulging like a hill, and his aura was so fierce and scary that everyone who was coming over paused and gritted their teeth before walking over.

, said with a friendly smile: "Brother Wen, can you join your team?"

Wen Mingyu didn't know anyone. In his eyes, everyone was the same, so he agreed, and the team was quickly formed. Those who proposed late were very disappointed.

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

"Some people have a really good life. Once they gain power, there will be many people who flatter and please them, and they will have everything."

Following the sound, he saw a young man with an arrogant expression. He looked over Wen Ming's jade eyes with contempt.

There were other people surrounding that person, as if he was the heart of the small group and his status was not low.

Wen Mingyu frowned, sensing malice, but the other party didn't name him. He stepped forward to argue. He didn't have the upper hand. The game was about to start anyway, so it was better to start abusing him on the court than to talk.

So, he pretended that he didn't hear anything, and turned around to discuss the strategy with his teammates, who would be responsible for what, how to fight, etc. When the man saw that Mingyu was avoiding him, he believed that he was cowardly and useless, and smiled with disdain.

While they were discussing, Wen Mingyu suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and almost fell forward. He hurriedly stood up, and when he turned around, he saw Wei Yingwu's hand froze in mid-air, like a big bird that had accidentally made a mistake.

Dog. He wanted to pat Wen Mingyu on the shoulder, but he was born with great strength and could not control his strength well. Wen Mingyu almost thought that his bones were broken into pieces.

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

"Just call me by my name. I want to remind you that the one in blue is the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's second wife. He played polo since he was a child and has a good relationship with the legitimate son of Marquis Guangyang. Guangyang Marquis was eliminated before.

Sir, he has a grudge against you, so be careful with him."

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised and didn't understand why the general helped him, but it was out of goodwill anyway. He had planned to take precautions, so he smiled and said thank you.

When General Wei looked at him, he felt even more like a rabbit, so fluffy and cute that he wanted to touch it!

The gong rings and the game begins.

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

Playing a polo match for the first time, he was a little cautious at first, but soon he became integrated into it, galloping on horseback, holding a stick in his hand, as tall as the moon, chasing the ball rolling on the grass.

But after a while, an unexpected situation occurred.

Yes, three people on horseback ran up to Wen Mingyu's side with obvious premeditation and surrounded him. He was like a trapped animal. It was difficult for him to run out with his horse, let alone play ball. It was very frustrating.

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

Although Wen Mingyu's team had a brief discussion before the game, the opposing team was a very close friend. They often played polo together and had a tacit understanding of cooperation. They also specially arranged people to block the most powerful players.

The difficult Wei Yingwu. Suddenly, they fell into a passive and trapped state.

The opponent scored consecutive goals.

"A bastard is a bastard, a waste."

The Prime Minister smiled proudly, lowered his staff, and swung it hard at the hoof of the horse Wen Mingyu was riding.

Wen Mingyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he reacted very quickly by pulling on the reins, asking the horse to raise its hooves, and jumped nimbly, like a hurdle, just in time to avoid the ball stick.

The man gritted his teeth and was unwilling to give in. When he wanted to attack again, he didn't expect Wen Mingyu to be so courageous. The horse rushed straight towards him, as if he didn't care about his life. If he collided with him, he would fall.

If you are stepped on by a horse's hoof, the fracture will be minor.

The man was so frightened that he quickly ran away, which opened an opening for Wen Mingyu to rush out of the encirclement.

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

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

Wen Mingyu has picturesque eyebrows and tall figure. She rides a snow-white horse and gallops across the sky and the earth. She wears a bright red riding uniform with narrow sleeves, the hem of her clothes is flying in the wind, and she wears black boots.

A young man in bright clothes and an angry horse.

The moment the goal was scored, there was a burst of cheers and warm applause in the tent.

Polo is very popular among aristocrats. People who love playing polo can't help but feel good about them when they see a capable person and want to have a hearty game with them. Wen Mingyu said this neatly

His series of actions changed the impressions of some people who didn't know him and had only heard rumors about him. In comparison, the actions of the Prime Minister's son seemed inferior and particularly despicable.

Some lively ladies even blushed with excitement and whispered to their friends that the young man was so handsome.

On the court, Wei Yingwu got rid of his blocking opponent. He wanted to help Wen Mingyu, so he rode over, but when he saw this beautiful counterattack, he couldn't help but grin. Before, he said that Wen Mingyu was fine.

The one with thin arms and legs definitely needed help, but it turned out that he didn't have to worry about it at all. If this was a rabbit, it wouldn't be a soft rabbit that could be bullied, but a ferocious rabbit that could act coquettishly and fight and bite.

The atmosphere on the court was good, but not everyone was in a happy mood.

The Prime Minister's face was particularly ugly, and he wished he could break the legs of the impulsive grandson on the court. Even if the Holy Emperor would not despise that bastard, he was being favored now, so it seemed that he could not

Damn it. Doing this is simply asking for death and dragging down the clan.

The Prime Minister was very anxious, thinking about how to get the person away, and what must be done during the break, so that the fight could not continue. He looked in the direction of the Holy Emperor, ready to confess.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Mu Zhan's expression, and his heart suddenly sank.

Mu Zhan's face was cold, and the look in the eyes of the person who just attacked Wen Mingyu seemed to be looking at a dead person.

The prime minister tried to step forward, but Zhao Dequan stopped him and prevented him from getting closer.

‌A break.

After the intense exercise, everyone was sweating. After dismounting, the boy immediately came forward to help wipe away the sweat and handed him water.
To be continued...