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Too real?

With a thought, Lu Ci could not help but look behind the saint. It was a woman wearing a Kundao robe.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Huanong.

If it weren't for Qunyu Shantou, we would meet at Yaotai.

The so-called Alluring Country and Alluring City is probably used to describe her, it is rare in the world.

Rao is Lu Li, who has read countless beauty, after seeing Yang Taizhen, he still feels amazed.

However, you can look far.

Apart from the saint, who in the world dares to interfere with this stunning female Taoist?

Lu Li pressed his thoughts and crossed his hands and said, "It is really an honor for Shang Yuanjia to travel with the saint and imperial concubine."

"In this case, Aiqing will watch the polo match with me."

"Come on, give me a meal."

When the words fell, a tall old man came holding two soft cushions.

It's not Gao Lishi, who else can it be?

His face is sharp and angular, his eyebrows are like thick ink, and his complexion is dark. If it weren't for the beard, he would not be seen as an **** at all.

"Thank you Gao Weng." Lu Li was polite.

Weng is a respected name for the old man. Gao Lishi has high prestige in the palace, and he has been able to settle disputes in the royal family many times. He has been able to gain the throne today.

There is a saying widely circulated in Chang'an officialdom:

When the strong man is on, I sleep well.

Said by the saint himself.

Therefore, the Prime Minister Li Linfu was quite polite to Gao Lishi, and the princesses called Gao Lishi A Weng, the prince called him his second brother, and the horsemen called him Grandpa.

"Siqing is polite."

Gao Lishi laughed three minutes at the sight of others, and when he handed the cushion to Girl Qianrui, he also teased a few words to show his closeness.

However, if I didn't say it for too long, there was a cheer that resounded in the sky.

Begin to come out after a thousand calls.

At this moment, Datang's horse team began to enter the field:

The black mochi wraps the hair tightly, the uniform is red, and is fastened firmly with a belt, and tights are worn underneath to ensure that the action is simply and neat when playing.

Yong Wang is at the forefront, holding a club in one hand and riding a horse with a whip in the other, leading his warriors to run around the court.

The noble men and women in the stands also gave face, and the cheers were endless.

After all, this is Chang'an, the national capital of Datang, and Yongwang's team has the home court advantage. Before the game started, they beat the Tubo in terms of momentum.

"Here is the English fruit like me."

Li Longji looked at Yongwang, who held the moon stick high and galloped around the court, in a daze. He looked at Yang Taizhen sitting in his arms and said:

"In the past, my aunt and I supported the emperor ascended the throne. At that time, the court was unstable and the frontier was unstable. Tubo took the opportunity to send envoys to provoke it, and it was also a trial."

In fact, Yang Yuhuan had heard this story several times, but she didn't interrupt her words. Instead, she raised her head and listened expectantly.

"Because the female protagonist has been in the country for a long time, the imperial army is negligent in military preparation, and it is not an opponent of the Tubo people at all."

Upon hearing this, Lu Li guessed what happened next—

The audience shouted Saburo, hoping that he could turn the tide and defeat the Tubo mission.

Saburo is naturally Li Longji, the prince at the time. It is rumored that he was superb with four players and ten players.

And things are just as Lu Li expected.

In that case, the first emperor Li Dan immediately ordered the prince to go to war, and he did not humiliate his mission, and under the watchful eyes of envoys of various countries and civil and military officials, he reversed the world.

Maybe it's true, maybe it's a story deliberately fabricated to please the beautiful.

No one else knows.

Anyway, after listening to Yang Yuhuan, his face was full of admiration, as if he had witnessed Saburo, who was just a teenager, riding a horse, rushing from left to right, and beat the Tubo people to the ground.

At this time, the Turkic horse team also appeared, no one cheered for them, like twelve orphans, galloping around the field alone.

"Have you ever heard the story of the general three arrows settling Tianshan, and the hero Changge entering Hanguan?"

A big man wearing a fan hat suddenly spoke, breaking the embarrassment.

And the Tubo warrior next to him said frankly: "I've heard it, the famous Da Tang general Xue Rengui."

"This general, regarded as a **** by the Tang people, was wiped out when he invaded Tubo, and he was not returned. If it were not for Zanpu's kindness, he would not even be eligible to be a prisoner..."

Step on a handful.

The method is not glorious, but it is really effective.

Thinking of the bravery of their fathers, the members of the Tubo horse team cheered up and vowed to stand out from the country.

And these words did not avoid others, especially in the case of cheering and silence, as long as the ears are not deaf, they can be heard.

The emperor who was reminiscing how he was heroic in his youth was furious, "This generation is rampant!"

Fortunately, Taizhen Yang was relieved in time, and Gao Lishi agreed with him, saying that King Yong would teach these barbarians on behalf of the saints.

Not long after, the parade ceremony ends.

The two teams began to line up, forming a line for a total of twelve teams.

Yongwang’s side rides a royal horse, carefully selected and nurtured, and has a strong personality and undergoes confrontational training to adapt to fierce collisions while taking into account flexibility.

The horses on the Tubo side are slightly smaller, but they are better at endurance, flexibility, and galloping.

With the provocation just now, King Yong suffocated his heart, raised his eyes and looked out of the court, signalling to announce the start quickly, and he wants to teach the Tubo people.

So, a drumbeat!

Bidou officially began.

The rules are very simple. Each of the two sections of the court has a short goal, and the door is carved with red color. As long as you use a crescent-shaped stick to hit a fist-sized solid wooden ball into the opponent's goal, no matter who wins.

"Fight for my Datang!"

Yongwang took the lead and rushed to the center of the field to fight for the first shot. The other warrior nations galloped forward or guarded left and right.

bump!

A crisp sound exploded across the court, the crescent rod tip lifted up a large piece of loess, the solid wooden ball flew high, and the competition began.

The sound of horseshoes exploded like thunder, and the twenty-four knights were all chasing.

As long as their own warriors touch the ball, the audience shouted: "Cai! Cai! Cai!"

When the ball fell into the hands of the Tubo people, everyone mocked and booed all over the sky.

Unexpectedly, this atmosphere did not last long. At the beginning, it was evenly matched, and it made you come and go, but after a quarter of an hour, the Tubo scored three goals in a row, and the warriors of the Yongwang Palace were rushed to the point. Only Yu Yongwang managed to support and scored a goal.

Upon seeing this, the Tibetan envoys laughed and were extremely proud.

Who can bear this kind of ridicule?

Being abused at my door!

If it weren't for self-knowledge ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, I would have rushed to meet the enemy for King Yong.

"Luxury, how similar."

The Son of Heaven sighed, his eyes revealed an inexplicable look, "Do you remember that year?"

"The old slave remembered that Saburo was full of vigor, lifted his pole into battle, and led the soldiers to destroy the prestige of Tubo."

Gao Lishi kept nodding his head, because he was also one of them back then.

"Wei Wu Emperor Cao Cao once said that the martyrs are full of enthusiasm in their twilight years, and today I fight for the lady."

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