Worship or something, it's just a joke, and the rest of the people didn't think too much, after all, is the uncle a big man, the difference can be understood at all, and Qin Hao is Wei Zheng's apprentice, and he can barely be regarded as a good family.

Dai Zhide knew that Dai Xuan was very fond of Qin Hao, and naturally smiled at the olive branch thrown by Qin Hao, and the two became very familiar with each other after a while.

"Brother Qin, my uncle once said that your body is a little thin and you need more exercise, why don't we go to the polo field for some activities?"

There is a special polo field in the Tai Chi Palace, but Qin Hao doesn't know the way, and to be honest, he is not very interested in polo, because this sport is too dangerous, in case he falls off the horse, even if he wears complete protective gear, it is not impossible to fall and become disabled for life.

But now Dai Zhide sincerely invited, he can't refuse, it's really the folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are too strong, since he entered Chang'an, countless people have said that they are weak, men can be said to be weak and can barely accept it, and if he is said to be weak, he can't bear it, if he doesn't go again, he won't be able to tear off the label of emptiness in his life.

Just go, learn to ride a horse.

So, Dai Zhide led Qin Hao to the racecourse, Qin Hao was not a person from the History Museum, so naturally he was not skipping work, Dai Zhide also had a good uncle, so naturally no one would say anything without opening their eyes, and the two of them just slipped away to play ball during work hours.

The so-called polo, a thousand years later, there are still people in Europe, especially in the United Kingdom, it is called a real aristocratic sport, the players are the royal princes of various countries, and the princesses wear high hats to compete in the audience, in fact, it has become a noble social activity, and naturally it belongs to the category that Qin Hao has never heard of.

Datang's polo is similar to European polo, except that it is not as handsome as the European princes, chatting while playing leisurely, sometimes throwing a wink at his own or other people's wives, and posing with reporters when he meets a reporter.

Datang's polo must wear a thick rattan armor, because the confrontation of Datang polo is very high, in addition to not being able to directly hit people with a cue, meat and vegetarian are not taboo, every year there are more than a dozen guards who break their necks because of playing polo, compared with European polo, it is simply the difference between football and rugby, which is also the reason why Qin Hao is careful about his liver.

This damn fierce Tang Dynasty, why didn't Lao Tzu travel to the Song Dynasty where poetry was against all day long, is that his own civilization activity?

It's a pity that it's too late to admit at this time, looking at the man on the court, who is covered in thick rattan armor, riding on an eight-foot-tall horse, the solid wooden stick in his hand has to raise a large piece of sand every time, the sudden stop, the sharp turn, and even the stirrup hiding, Qin Hao's face turned green.

He doesn't even know how to ride a horse, so he will play or be hit by the ball when he gets off the court.

Dai Zhide seemed to know what he was thinking, and he also knew that he couldn't ride a horse, and said with a smile: "Brother Qin is not too worried, this big horse farm is a place for the guards to play, usually the adult princes are the team leaders, Brother Qin, you are still young, if you want to play, there will naturally be another horse farm." ”

Qin Hao was a little relieved at this time, and followed Dai Zhide to a small horse farm not far away.

Isn't this much more harmonious, there is still grass growing on the horse farm, and it won't hurt too much if you fall, and obviously the riders are children, and the horses they ride are all six-foot-tall ponies, and they don't run so fast, and there are no collisions, and they look quite harmonious and friendly.

As soon as Qin Hao turned around, he found that there was a horse farm not far away, this horse farm was more harmonious, everyone was playing on donkeys, he was overjoyed, and said, "I want to play that." ”

Dai Zhide said quite embarrassedly: "This... Brother Qin, that's women's polo. ”

Qin Hao blushed suddenly, because he was wearing thick rattan armor, he didn't recognize it for a while, he was already weak, and now the fun was even greater, and he had to be laughed at if he spread it.

The status of Datang women is extremely high, like this kind of polo, ah no, it's donkey ball, although the intensity is far less than men's polo, but with Song Mingqing, it must not be even thought about, everyone is already wrong to go out, and they still want to play?

Qin Hao glared at Dai Zhide fiercely, "God knows that you know and I know, and there is a third person who knows that Lao Tzu will kill you." ”

Dai Zhide naturally said that he would never do it, but the obviously forbearable smile on his face made Qin Hao feel annoyed and angry.

was led to the stable, and the horse officer asked Qin Hao to pick the horses, these horses are all mares, much more docile than the horses on the horse farm in the adult group, but no matter how docile this is, it is also a war horse! The horses of the Tang Dynasty are only sent to the battlefield in the first class, and the second class are sent to the battlefield, they will not be like the one that Qin Hao rode in the palace because he was trained and would only take a leisurely walk.

Swallowing with difficulty, he missed his beloved little donkey very much, and after putting on the rattan armor, he put his head in the helmet and asked the horse officer angrily: "Driver, choose me the gentlest one, the one that will never throw me down." ”

Qin Hao's eyes clearly saw a little disdain in the eyes of the horse officer from the cracks in the armor, after all, the people who came to this racecourse were all twelve or thirteen-year-old boys, this age was the time to be stupid and bold, why did the future generations only let the driver's license test at the age of eighteen? Because eighteen under two! The young man who usually came to choose a horse, which one is not the fastest and fiercest with a mouth, it was the first time he had encountered Qin Hao so cowardly.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, he is already an uncle in his forties, how can he still be so middle two, hot blood second, safety is the first, beginners who have not taken the driver's license test will drive one hundred and eighty miles if they are crazy, but this has become a cowardice in the eyes of the horse official, according to his routine, those who shout for a strong horse, he will definitely choose the most well-behaved horse for these people, because these people are too bold and easy to plant themselves, and Qin Hao is this kind of cowardice...

Hehe, this kind of person is timid, then he should fall a few more times, and he will fall out of the man's blood, this horse official doesn't feel that he is cheating people at all, thinking that he is taking great pains to cultivate future pillars for the empire.

Well, after all, the young man who can play in the Taiji Palace knows that he is not a common person with his knees.

"Well, this horse is called Thunderbolt, but it's so good, if you whip it hard, it won't run, it's like a donkey."

I saw that this thunderbolt was covered in red, without a single miscellaneous hair, although it was only a young horse, but it was extremely powerful.

"This... Are you sure this horse is docile? ”

"Of course, I'm a professional when it comes to picking horses."

Also, people do this professionally, they must know more than themselves, a pure layman, how can they look at the horse, this horse must be an embroidered pillow that is strong in the middle, well.

Qin Hao also felt high-spirited when he rode on it, and waved the horsewhip and gently twitched on the horse's buttocks: "Thunderbolt fire, let's go." ”