After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

When Lan Yu came on the field, he didn't know what the good news was about their victory. He had never been interested in these extraneous things.

But Chu Yitang wanted to see it, and he couldn't be disappointed no matter what.

When they heard that Immortal Lanyu was also playing, many people flocked to the polo ground, squeezing their heads to get a seat in the front row.

For the first time, many ladies from aristocratic families are willing to come to this dusty stadium just to take a look at it from a distance.

Hong Ran was the most hopeless one. He sighed in surprise: "Wow, are all these people here to see us play polo?"

Yuan Qing was so angry that he was so angry that he said: "You can pull it off, they are all the girls in their spring boudoir dreams who came to see you! You think they just came to see you hit these bad shots, but you can save it." Bar!"

Hong Ran was not affected at all. He asked cheerfully: "Then do you really want to kowtow? Why don't you go to the tent and take turns kowtowing when the time comes, otherwise others will see -"

"Hong Ran!!!"

Yuan Qing's face became angry now, and the pole almost hit Hong Ran's harmless face:

"Who said we would definitely lose?!!"

"But you have never won against Lan Yu."

"You know what the heck, Lan Yu is carrying several oil bottles behind him, tell me how he can win?"

Hong Ran pouted: "But he has won with you before. I think Chang Huai should be better than you."

"...Hong Ran!!!!!"

Yuan Qing's eyes turned white with anger, and he almost fell to the ground without sitting on his horse.

Hong Ran knew the current affairs. The people in front were already waving flags. He drove his horse inside and added: "Kowtow by yourself. Don't take me with you."

The wall collapsed and everyone pushed, Hongran also turned bad...

In the center of the stadium, there are endless sounds of horses neighing. Lan Yu sits high on the horse, holding a polo pole in his right hand, with his long hair neatly tied up. He is high-spirited and beautiful.

The old man looked straight at it. He really didn't expect Lan Yu's fate. In the past, he didn't show any respect if he told the truth, but he went there happily today.

Drums were beating on both sides of the court, and someone was already lighting incense at the judge's desk to time the event. One stick of incense was used as the timer, and the one with the most incense was the winner.

The incense sticks were lit and inserted into the copper stove, and the drums were played in unison, with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.

As the judge threw the seven treasure balls in his hand——

"drive!!"

Several horses in the stadium started to fight, swinging and grabbing, scrambling to grab the seven treasure ball, and the crowd in the stadium suddenly became noisy.

Lan Yu had a good position, flipped his wrist, and swung the long stick hard. The ball raised an extremely superior arc in front of everyone.

Gaining the upper hand, Lan Yu took the lead in riding his horse to pursue him. Upon seeing this, Chang Huai and others followed closely behind.

The stadium was filled with dust and horses chased the ball. The ball was intercepted by Hong Ran who rushed to the goal first. Hong Ran pinched the horse's belly and hit the ball with another shot.

The people behind him failed to defend well, and no one could intercept him. Yuan Qing, who was originally behind, hit him farther with his swing!

Lan Yu tightened the reins, turned the horse's head sharply, and drove the horse away quickly. The horse was like white lightning in the rolling thunder wave. Lan Yu drove the horse through several people to intercept him, coming menacingly.

The horse galloped forward and was about to pass the Qibao Ball. Yuan Qing tightened the reins, estimated the distance, raised his arms and swung, and the ball flew towards the Changhuai goal.

Chang Huai's expression changed. The ball was about to fall into the goal as it kept pace with Lan Yu, who had just arrived on horseback.

Lan Yu remained calm, wound the rope around his hand several times, and swung the club up. Lan Yu suddenly hit backhand, and without even looking back, the end of the crescent-shaped club had already sent the ball back in the opposite direction.

The attack was fierce, but in the blink of an eye, the Qibao Ball broke through the air and rolled into the Yuanqing goal!

With a bang, the gongs and drums fell, and the red side won.

"it is good!!"

"nice shot!!"

"This ball is beautiful!"

Lan Yu hit the ball beautifully, and the cheers in the stadium suddenly burst into deafening cheers.

The old man immediately clapped his hands on the table and praised: "Good shot! Lan Yu hit the ball well!"

"Why is it that you can use new tricks to control the reins and hit the planet with your back? Lan Yu still has such a good ability!!"

Other courtiers were also full of praise.

Yuan Qing had not yet reacted, and could only watch the ball fall into the goal. He was dumbfounded, and the others were dumbfounded along with him.

Chu Yitang sat in the stands and watched his young husband riding a horse and fighting on the court.

I thought he was just a young man playing tricks, but I didn't know that Lan Yu was not much different from me.

There were many women among the cheering crowd, which made Chu Yitang feel a little uncomfortable. He took a sip of tea with a sullen face to suppress his anger.

Shang Yao didn't see why this man was unhappy, so he could only move away quietly to avoid being affected.

In the next half, Lanyu won the game without any doubt with an absolutely crushing attitude.

The red side has ten chips and the blue side has two chips.

Yuan Qing looked at the two small blue flags fluttering helplessly in the wind from a distance, feeling ashen.

Chang Huai happily received the prize, his face broke with laughter. He ran to Lan Yu and thanked him excitedly: "Thank you, Immortal Lan Yu! I would not have gotten this without you today! Thank you, Immortal Lan Yu, for your adult beauty!" "

Lan Yu was brushing the dust off his clothes when he heard the words and replied: "It doesn't matter."

Without waiting for Chang Huai to reply, Lan Yu stepped up the stairs in three steps and then ran up the stairs.

Chang Huai was dumbfounded and couldn't help but sigh: The relationship is so good...

Chu Yitang had a sullen face. He didn't even look at Lan Yu as he walked toward him. He peeled off a tangerine and ate it for himself.

Lan Yu wiped his hands with a handkerchief before sitting down next to Chu Yitang's hand. He was keenly aware that Chu Yitang seemed to be in a bad mood.

He hesitantly turned his head to meet Shang Yao's gaze, and Shang Yao immediately waved his hand to indicate that the matter had nothing to do with him.

"Ah Tang, let me peel it off for you."

In Lan Yu's understanding, hard work is the only choice beyond sweet words.

He wanted to get Chu Yitang's oranges, but Chu Yitang didn't give him a chance to show off, so he slapped the oranges on another table.

A very straightforward rejection was his style.

Lan Yu pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and found an opportunity to speak again.

"Ah Tang, don't you praise me?"

Chu Yitang looked at him coldly, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled coldly: "There are many people praising you down there, why don't you let me be the one?"

Lan Yu actually figured it out by accident.

It was very hard for him to hold back his laughter, but he couldn't really laugh in front of Chu Yitang. Lan Yu lowered his head, held one of Chu Yitang's sleeves, and said sincerely:

"Ah Tang, I really want to kiss you."

"Kiss me! Don't even think about it today!"

Chu Yitang pulled his sleeves back fiercely, becoming even more angry.

Lan Yu sincerely thought that Chu Yitang had a different style when he was angry, which made his heart itch.

He couldn't hold it anymore, so he simply grabbed Chu Yitang's chair and dragged him and the chair to him.

Chu Yitang was suddenly pulled over with the chair, furious, and just about to throw out his hand and leave, Lan Yu took his other hand, put it on his shoulder, and then pressed the back of Chu Yitang's neck.

He also leaned down, and under the cover of his wide sleeves, he kissed Chu Yitang briefly in the stands as if no one else was there.

Behind him, Shang Yao gritted his teeth and screamed in his heart:

I really want to die! ! ! Someone come and poke my eyes out! ! ! ! !

Why isn't Han Yin here to suffer this today? ! !

unfair! ! ! !