The killer concubine of the sick prince

In the end, Darong won the final victory at the cost of Dong Yiheng breaking an arm, winning the game by one goal.

No one is happy.

Except Dong Anyi, a fool who was cheering and celebrating Dayong's victory on the sidelines.

It's just a one-hour polo match, the two sides are facing each other, and the winner is already clear.

Dayong's horse obviously had insufficient stamina at the last moment, and even had the intention of retreating on the field, but the real horse was like a calf not afraid of tigers, charging forward, still charging forward.

Zhao Fuqing was not an emperor who grew up on horseback, and his record was not outstanding. In the 50 years of his life, the only battle he was in charge of was the Battle of Qiuziguan, and he used a fiasco and bloodshed Cheng Ha handed in his answer sheet.

At the end of the game, the final score of [-] to [-] announced the victory of Da Rong.

Zhao Fuqing beckoned Mo Zhe to come to him, "In my opinion, all good horses are superior. I think there must be outstanding people outside the Great Wall to be such good horses."

"I have nothing, so I have to work harder to survive. The real marching horse in this race is the desert's choice." Mo Zhe led the horse forward, with burning ambition in his eyes. Even more bloody and imposing than Zhao Fuqing.

After walking ten steps away, Mozhe knelt down on one knee, "But you are really willing to present this good horse for the glory!"

Zhao Fuqing clapped his hands and laughed, said hello three times, and immediately called the officials of Honglu Temple, "Dong Yiheng, take people to draw up a trade agreement, but Prince Duzhen has this wish, so he must not treat him badly!"

There are many kinds of good horses in the world. The most famous ones are the Hejian horses in the Hetao area at that time, and the sweat horses at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The most resolute character is the real marching horse. It is rumored that it can run thousands of miles under heavy load. In the battle of Ziguan, it was really possible to get food and supplies thanks to these tireless horses.

Zhao Fuqing wanted it for a long time, and now Mozhe gave it to him, how could he be unhappy?

The role of cavalry and heavy cavalry in a war is very important. For Darong, who is still in the era of cold weapons, Sailizhen marching horses with good load-bearing capacity and excellent endurance are matched with heavy armor. Bulldozers generally exist.

Jiang Jiuyi listened to Zhao Ruixi telling him whether the horse was good or bad, and immediately had a weighing in her mind.

As a person who is used to modern warfare, the propulsion ability of heavy armor can be regarded as a sharp weapon in the era of cold weapons. If the heavy cavalry is successfully formed, as long as it is properly deployed, how can there be any need to be afraid of invaders on the grasslands and deserts in the north?

This Mozhe seemed to have no desires or desires, and he had no demands on the trade agreement that Honglu Temple wanted to draw up. Whatever he said was good.Docile and obedient, it circles around Zhao Fuqing like a house cat.

The eldest son was indifferent and became a monk early and stayed away from right and wrong, the second son was dull and unpleasant, the third princess had a strong personality and married far away, and now there is no news from her, the fourth son is even more of a foul-mouthed and hard-tempered stinky rock, and there is nothing lovable about the fifth son. Although she was clever, she lost interest when she thought she was born to a queen. The sixth son died young, the seventh son was ambitious, and the eighth son—what did he look like?

Looking at it this way, he really liked the sweet-mouthed and outstanding Mo Zhe, so he immediately grabbed his hand and was closer than he was to his own son.

Zhao Ruixi sneered, noncommittal to Zhao Fuqing's actions.

On the contrary, the Eighth Prince, who was standing in the field like a proud little rooster waiting to be praised, looked at Mo Zhe's eyes and wished he could breathe fire.

There are not many ministers accompanying him, and most of them are officials from the Ministry of Rites. For example, the ministers of the cabinet are still in Xidu to handle official duties to ensure that all affairs can run normally.The Xishan Hunting Ground retains young people. Young people are good and energetic, but young people are also easily agitated.

Just like now, Zhao Fuqing's blatant preference for Mo Zheming, coupled with the Eighth Prince's depression and dissatisfaction, has already aroused discussion among these young people.

And all of these will be stopped by Prince Zhao Ruijing, and will never reach Zhao Fuqing's ears.

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After the polo game, there will be the school for riding and archery. There will be horse racing, riding and archery, and the women's polo game will be held on the second day.

Since the disappearance of the Yun family and the Su family, Darong hasn't had a heroine on horseback for many years. Although Jiang Jiuning knows how to do it, she can't be called good at it. She can only be said to be a hip-hop among the rich ladies. It may be slightly inferior to Dong Anyi.

There are two rounds of horse racing, one group for men and one group for women. There is no limit to the number of participants in each group. In the end, only the top five in each group will get points.

Every family has women's horse races, but unexpectedly, Keduzhen sent Yun Shaojue to challenge.

Yun Shaojue was dressed in red riding attire, his black hair stood up high, and his brows were heroic, except that his face was still covered with a red veil.

She rode forward on a big maroon horse, her expression was indifferent and reasonable, as if she should be the king on horseback.

Dong Anyi was furious, she never expected that an oiran from Chunyulou could easily catch the attention of the audience, and said immediately: "I just don't know which one is better at riding a horse or riding a man from our Chunyulou girl Mianyun."

When Ren Yunliang heard the words, he was about to rush forward, but it was his brother who grabbed him.

Yun Shaojue didn't care about Dong Anyi's ridicule, he drove his horse to the starting point without even looking at him, and quietly checked his equipment to make sure there would be no problems.

Jiang Jiuyi immediately became angry, "I want to go too."

He left after speaking, not even leaving time for Zhao Ruixi to answer.

He was so angry that he ground his teeth, "Little bastard, I still haven't finished talking."

"Okay, fourth brother, if you want to go, let's go and have a look, stop what to do, it's just a horse race, nothing will happen."

Zhao Ruixi is not angry about this, of course he believes that nothing will happen to Jiang Jiuyi. Although his riding skills are not superb, he will never pull his hips. the behavior of.

Jiang Jiuyi directly picked a horse from the sidelines and went up. The horse was also considered spiritual, and after being touched by Jiang Jiuyi, he followed.

The people next to him were amazed. You must know that Jiang Jiuyi just picked a tough horse. This horse was originally intended to be a prize in the horse training session later. How did it come to Princess Xi? Just wave and follow?

Yun Shaojue, who was tightening his wristbands, suddenly caught sight of his little nephew from the corner of his eye, and saw a young man dressed in brightly colored women's clothing walking this way aggressively, picking a horse at random, and coming over, passing by Dong When I was a little girl at home, I even rolled my eyes.

He suddenly laughed, and then realized that the little nephew was angry but someone was gossiping and wanted to take revenge on the stage.