You trust me so much? Yuan Qi'er bit her lips and looked at him and said.

"I've never seen anything you can't do since I've known you." Yang Muyun smiled.

"That's what you really think of me?" Yuan Qi'er's eyes lit up.

Yang Muyun smiled and nodded.

Who knew that Yuan Qi'er sighed, "If I want to be like what you said, I will leave you on the grassland with me." ”

Yang Muyun's heart jumped violently.

......

The polo field is divided into two teams, red and white, with ten players per team. Agadorji is the white team, and Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er are the red team.

Agadorji rode on the tall and sturdy "dark clouds covered with snow", his white clothes were tightened, and he rode into the field triumphantly.

Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er were dressed in red, looking at him with a look of anticipation. Yuan Qi'er rode on the horse and turned Yang Muyun's arm, and said lightly: "Don't underestimate him, this second highness of the Khan Court has ordinary martial arts, but he is very good at playing polo, especially the horse under him, which is one in a million gods, and it can't run up to the mount under your crotch." ”

"What then?" Yang Muyun swept the stick in his hand, his eyes flashed, "You let me give up the stick and admit defeat?" ”

"Will you fight for me?" Yuan Qi'er's beautiful eyes blinked a few times.

"Hmm." Yang Muyun nodded his head paradoxically, but his eyes were fixed on the "dark cloud covered snow" under Agadorji's crotch, "If you can win this horse, the chance of leaving here with Lord Yu will be a few points higher." He thought to himself.

A number of high-ranking generals in the army, such as Ashi Timur, Burta, and Akdaichin, came to watch the battle. The scene of the Great Khan's own brother and the pearl of the palm of the first master fighting on the polo field is not easy to see.

In the middle of the field was an incense burner with gilt ears, and in the furnace was a sandalwood incense stick as thick as a child's arm and about three feet long.

With the sound of a melodious bull's horn, Ashi Timur personally lit the sandalwood in the furnace as a sign of solemnity. As the cigarette wafted up, a Noyan slashed the flag, and a wrestler rounded his arm and threw the polo into the field, which was considered a kickoff.

The polo flew into the stadium like a meteor, Yang Muyun just raised the stick, and he heard a call around him, Agadorji jumped high on his horse, the red cow hair tassels decorated on the horse's body danced in the wind, and the golden horse halter was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Smack-" Agadorji reached out with his arm, and the staff hit the polo ball that flew into the field, and the polo turned an arc and flew towards the backcourt. A white knight tacitly caught the declining polo ball, and with a flick, the round ball spun and flew towards the goal in the backfield.

"Quick, intercept the ball." Yuan Qi'er shook the reins of her horse and shouted at Yang Muyun and the other red-clothed knights.

A group of horsemen dressed in red swept towards the backfield like the wind.

"Boom-" A horse rushed to the front, but it was the divine horse under the crotch of Agadorji. It was like a black arrow that first caught the ball rolling in the blades of grass, and Agadorzi lowered his body, threw his arm down, and the rungs of the club struck on the ball, and the ball jumped up and flew into the short, small, not much bigger goal.

At 1-0, the Chahars thundered with joy and Agadorji's polo team took the lead.

All the onlookers looked straight at it, knowing that the ball was still sixty or seventy paces away from the goal, and in a state of motion, hitting the ball into such a small goal was simply more clever than the skill of an archer shooting the bullseye of an arrow target from a hundred paces away.

The knight in red was stunned, and letting the opponent score a goal at the beginning was a big blow to his morale.

Yuan Qi'er's pretty face sank, and she said coquettishly: "Look at what to see, come again." Seeing the person who picked up the ball throwing the ball out, she shook the reins of her horse and rushed out first, her jade arm stretched out, and the tip of the rungs of the club was picked up on the ball, and the ball flew forward like a meteor catching the moon.

"Drive—" She didn't stop, spinning the reins of her horse and pulling the ball away. Yang Muyun and the red knights followed.

"Yang Muyun, go on." Yuan Qi'er saw the white knight outflanked him, surrounded him, and passed the ball to Yang Muyun not far away without hesitation.

Seeing that the ball rolled under the hooves of his mount, Yang Muyun leaned over and swung his staff to strike, but it was missed. After all, it was the first time to play polo, and it felt rusty. Seeing that the ball fell behind him, he was about to turn the horse's head, only to hear someone laugh, and a horse flew sideways, "pop-" and put the ball again

Hit the backfield, and when he looked at it, it was Agadorji.

When Yang Muyun was sighing, he heard Yuan Qi'er shouting to himself: "What are you stunned, hurry up!" Immediately slapped the horse's buttocks, and returned to the backcourt.

......

With another cheer, it was the third goal scored by Agadorzi, and the red team had not scored a single goal. Agadorji waved his arms and was smug.

Yang Muyun cast an apologetic glance at Yuan Qi'er.

"Qizik," Agadorji glanced at Yang Muyun, turned to Yuan Qi'er and said, "I really don't understand how you can fall in love with this Mingren, not only is his riding skills average, but his ball skills are also ......."

"Agadorji," Yuan Qi'er said with a cold face, "This game is not over yet, what are you crazy about?" ”

"All right," said Agadorji's smiling face, "I'll let you see how he loses so badly." Then he turned to Yang Muyun and said, "Boy, you have agreed with me, if you lose, you can't deal with Qi Qike again." ”

Yang Muyun stared at him without speaking, and the green tendons bulged on the back of the hand holding the club. After all, he is a young man with a strong competitive heart, and when he sees that he has the upper hand, his face is a little unbearable.

"Don't worry," Yuan Qi'er looked at him and said softly: "It's still a long time before this pillar of incense burns out, as long as you concentrate and fight with him, you will definitely be able to win him." ”

"Hmm." Yang Muyun nodded heavily.

......

The ball rolled towards the goal in the backfield, and when he saw that it was about to reach the goal, Agadorji was about to raise his staff and cheer. The figure flashed, and the rungs of a club just blocked the side of the goal, and then the tip of the gear was raised, and the ball jumped high and flew towards the front court.

Everyone's cheers were stifled stiffly, and Agadorji's eyes widened, "How come? Looking carefully, I saw that Yang Muyun had left the saddle, flew out obliquely, only his right foot was still hanging in the stirrups, the whole person was like a crescent moon, hooked in front of the goal, the stick was supported on the ground, and the person returned to the saddle.

Agadorji turned to look sideways, and saw Yuan Qi'er catching the ball from a distance and running towards the goal in front of the court with the ball.

"Quick, stop him." Agadorji shouted, and the white knights rushed to the front.

But it was too late, because all the white knights were pressed in the backfield, assisting the second highness to score. But he didn't expect an abrupt change, and the goal that must be scored was blocked by this wise man who claimed to not know how to play skills.

Yang Muyun held back his strength and picked the ball back far and high. Perhaps it was a tacit understanding with him, Yuan Qi'er saw him rushing to the goal, so he turned the reins and ran back to the front, just in the distance to catch the ball. She didn't pause at all, taking advantage of the absence of a white knight in the front court, swinging the ball straight to the goal.

Because the distance was too far, the BMW under Agadolji's crotch couldn't catch up even if it ran fast, so he had to watch Yuan Qi'er hit the ball into the empty goal that no one intercepted.

Needless to say, these people are all Ots, they have been aggrieved for a long time, and they can finally vent all the frustration in their chests. They cheered loudly to their lord without hesitation.

Hearing the tsunami-like sound of the Tarat mountain in his ears, Agadorji's face sank.

"Alesian," he said to one of the white knights, "you keep an eye on that Mingren, Embamunk...... and then turned to the other white knight, "you stay in the front, you don't have to press so hard from behind." ”

Since Yang Muyun couldn't play polo, Agadorji put all his attention on Yuan Qi'er, and let him go, and didn't send anyone to keep an eye on him at all. His sudden outburst made the second highness with superb ball skills readjust.

On the court, horses' hooves are flying, the shadow of the cane is longing, and the round ball is flying around the court like an elf.

Yang Muyun gradually adapted to the rhythm of the field, and the technique of playing polo was also familiar, so it was not too difficult for a person with superb riding skills to learn to play polo. Although Yang Muyun is not as good as these Mongolians who have lived on horseback since childhood, he has been fighting with the army during this period of time, and his riding skills have also improved by leaps and bounds.

With a ball in hand, the morale of the red side was greatly boosted, and the cooperation between him and Yuan Qi'er became more and more tacit.

The ball was knocked into the air, and the staff snapped and flickered. Yang Muyun shot with implied strength, hitting the ball fast and steadily, he alternately passed with Yuan Qi'er, and forced the goal in the front court. "Woo-" The polo carried the wind

Flying towards Yang Muyun, he was about to raise his stick to pick it up, when a strong wind blew on his face, and a stick seemed to be competing with him, but it was actually facing him. In a hurry, he could not reach the rope, and the tip of the staff flicked lightly on the ball, and the man hurriedly lay on his back on the horse, dodging the head-on blow. The two horses galloped staggered, he twisted his body, flicked his wrist, hooked the whirling ball in the air, and turned it back to Yuan Qi'er, who was galloping on one side. Yuan Qi'er picked out an arc, the staff rungs heavily on the ball, and the ball shot towards the goal like a frightened rabbit...... "Tom-" The ball deflected a little, smashed into the wooden board above the door hole, bounced and fell, before touching the ground, Yang Muyun's horse had arrived, "Bang-" The tip of the stick steadily sent the ball into the goal.

"Coax-" The audience erupted again, and all the Chatters boiled.

"It was the Akito who hit the ball in, what are you excited about?" A Chahar Noyan said.

"That Akito is with our county lord." Several of the Rats immediately retorted.

"Do you Turks have to rely on the Akito to score goals?" The chahar noyan was unconvinced.

"What did you say?" Several of the Raks surrounded him.

"Do you want to fight?" As soon as the Chahar Noyan shouted, a group of Chahars gathered.

"Hit it, I'm still afraid of you?" More people greeted him, shouting: "Don't think that you are under the tent of the Great Khan, just show off your might, if you want to do it with real swords and guns, you are a fart!" ”

......

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Bulta and Akdaichin hurried over to restrain their respective men.

Looking at the chaos outside the field, Agadorji also became nervous, three to two, just one goal short. If he really loses this game, and the "dark cloud covered snow" under his crotch loses to the other party, how can he, the second highness of the golden family, raise his head in front of his subordinates, you know, the people are also watching from the side, how can they pursue Yuan Qi'er, the most beautiful flower on the grassland? With this in mind, he glanced at the white knights.

The horn resounded on the pitch again, the game continued, and the morale of the red team was boosted and the game was even more vigorous. The white team was obviously panicked, and the coordination between them was also chaotic.

Yang Muyun and Yuan Qier seized the opportunity, broke through the opponent's interception, and passed the ball to the front court.

Agadorji hurriedly shouted for the whole team to press hard, saying that nothing would allow them to score another goal.

"Eighty steps...... Fifty steps...... Thirty steps. Yang Muyun narrowed his eyes and aimed at the direction of the goal hole, and as soon as Yuan Qi'er passed the ball, he raised his hand and swung it away...... Before he could exert his strength, the steep feeling of "Peng" hit him vigorously, and the horse under the seat neighed miserably and rolled to the ground. Just before he hit the ground, he swung the ball out, Yuan Qi'er stepped forward to catch it, and the ball bounced on the grass into the goal.

Three to three, before the cheers around him started, Yang Muyun only felt that it was dark in front of him, and two bowl-sized horse hooves stepped towards him. He hurriedly rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging it. Just as he was about to get up, he took another slap on the shoulder.

"Second Highness, what are you doing?" Yuan Qi'er turned his horse and raised the pole to block the staff that Agadorji hit at Yang Muyun.

"He dared to hit me on horseback." Agadorji said angrily.

"Obviously, you knocked him over," Yuan Qi'er said angrily: "Do you want the wicked to sue first?" ”

At this time, the white knights also surrounded one after another.

"It's clear that this Ming man hit our Highness."

"Yes, we all saw it."

"If it weren't for our Highness, it would be our Highness who suffered."

The cardinal knights also gathered, and they all helped Yuan Qi'er speak, and the two sides quarreled.

Yuan Qi'er didn't care about it anymore, jumped off the horse, and helped Yang Muyun up from the ground. "How are you?" She asked with a concerned look on her face.

"It's fine!" Yang Muyun felt a hot feeling on his shoulders, and comforted Yuan Qi'er and said that he was fine.

"It's just that you knock him down, and you still ride his horse to step on him," Yuan Qi'er opened her eyes and shouted at Agadorji, "Do you want to die if you can't afford to lose?" ”