The warm sun shines brightly.

Under the leadership of the little official, Zuo Lingquan came to the stable on the edge of the court.

Nearly two hundred horses were parked in the stable. The clerk went up to pick up the horses, and then went to the edge of the court to wait for the start.

The eldest princess looked on it, everyone was waiting quietly, and there was no accident at all.

But as the roster read the name of "Zuo Lingquan", the clerk who distributed the horses did not lead a horse to Zuo Lingquan nearby, but ran to the back of the stable and led a horse to him.

Many young men of the aristocratic families who were waiting looked at each other and said, "What a guy!"

I saw the horse was well-proportioned and tall, with a round waist and back, and a black body as black as ink, without a half-mixed hair. The four hooves were tumbling, and they seemed to be flying into the sky and entering the sea.

All the young men present came from extraordinary origins, so how could they not have any vision? They knew that the horse was a good horse. When they compared the two, they felt that the horses in their hands were no different from the mule.

"What does this mean?"

"Why?"

...

Outside the stable, there was a constant whisper, and the dissatisfaction was written in the eyes.

The minor official in charge of the horse received the order from above. He knew it was unfair, so he could only do it with a tough bullet and waved his hand, signaling Zuo Lingquan to move the horse away as soon as possible.

But Zuo Lingquan was also quite embarrassed. He thought it was the third uncle who was tampering with the back and activated his "money ability" to bribe the minor official who was in charge of the horse.

He has real ability and does not want to be a son-in-law, so he naturally disdains to take advantage of such a small advantage.

Just when Zuo Lingquan wanted to change to a normal horse, a tall young man behind him suddenly spoke:

"Brother, I'm in Zhao Huaian. I'm a big body and I'm a little smaller than an ordinary horse. Why don't we change it? I'll give you a ball later?"

Zuo Lingquan looked back and saw that the young man who called himself Zhao Huaian had a cheerful smile at this time, holding an ordinary horse, and his eyes were always wandering on the high horse, obviously jealousy.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan followed the boat and threw the reins to Zhao Huaian, and took the other party's horse.

The little official who was in charge of the horse was stunned and raised his hand to stop it, but he didn't know how to stop it. He couldn't force Zuo Lingquan to ride a good horse. He was all princes and nobles present, so it would have to arouse public anger. He could only turn his eyes to the top of the terrace.

Jiang Yi and Leng Zhu on the terrace were also confused.

Leng Zhu stood up and said, "Hey, hey, it's not right. Why did he give the horse to someone else? Is he stupid? Don't ride such a good horse?"

Jiang Yi was also anxious and wanted to ask the two to change the horses.

But if she spoke now and appointed Zuo Lingquan to ride a good horse, then the prince consort would not have to be chosen. I guess everyone understands the meaning and just choose Zuo Lingquan as the prince consort.

So, the master and servant could only watch the carefully prepared horses they had been moved to the court with great confidence by Zhao Huaian, who was secretly happy.

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clang--

Everything went in an orderly manner, and the sound of gongs sounded on the terrace of the high-rise building, and everyone's eyes were also concentrated on the hands of the old eunuch above the terrace.

On the court below the high building, forty people rode horses, holding ball sticks, waiting with burning eyes, and were also guarding against the people around them. Among them, Zhao Huaian stood in the front, with a tall horse and a tall, tall body, and a tall and arrogant body, which looked higher than everyone else.

Zuo Lingquan did not compete for the position, and stood on the back, holding the ball stick in one hand on his shoulder. His posture was a little loose and he felt a little uneasy.

The third uncle Zuo Hanchou sat in the desk. Seeing this, he slapped his legs in a hurry. He was about to say a word to remind Zuo Lingquan to have a snack. The old eunuch on the terrace had already thrown out the polo in his hand.

Bamboo and rattan made of pickles tied with ribbons, drew an arc on the sunny sky, and fell into the center of the court.

Everyone on the court began to restlessness, quickly galloping towards the landing point of the polo, rushing to the top, and sometimes relying on extraordinary riding skills to use horses to block the pace of the people on both sides.

But just as everyone was racing to grab the polo landing point, the people in front suddenly saw a rapidly moving shadow appearing on the green ground, and there were also screams of exclamations around.

"Wow……"

"This young man is really..."

The people in front looked back and were stunned to find that a white figure rose up from behind the horses, and their clothes were waving like an eagle hitting the sky. They jumped closer to the horse's back and intercepted the polo in the air.

Bang—

A muffled sound came from the court where the horse's hooves were churning.

The young man in white jumped into the air, holding shoulder-length ball sticks in both hands, and volleyed violently.

The ball stick supported by the ash rod was pulled into a crescent moon by huge force.

The end touched the rattan ball, and the rattan ball instantly turned into a sharp arrow that was rid of the string, shooting towards the opposite side of the court, and the wreath hanging in the air in the middle!

"Wow—"

The whole audience was in an uproar.

The families who were still galloping on horseback grew their mouths and looked at the white figure who was falling back on the horse's back with shock.

Can you still play like this?

Isn't this cheating?

"Beautiful! I deserve to be my nephew..."

When the minister Zuo Hanchou saw that his nephew was really shocked, he was happy. If he hadn't had bad legs and feet, he would have to jump on the table and have a slutty and erratic court dance.

Jiang Yi had seen Zuo Lingquan's unparalleled explosive power and was shocked to see this, but not surprised.

Leng Zhu's red lips slightly opened, and the brush in her hand fell to the ground, unable to believe:

"This... my god, I've never seen this scene in my life, so handsome...Oh~"

Jiang Yi's face was slightly dark, and she raised her hand and gave Leng Zhu a head crash:

"Let you do things, what are you doing?"

"I...I..."

"I thought I could be the prince consort by relying on my martial arts to show off my power? He thought beautifully, and I wouldn't choose him even if I was blind..."

Below the high building, Prime Minister Li Jingsi was obviously shocked by Zuo Lingquan's appearance and looked back at Li Cang:

"Cang'er, do you call this an ordinary person? What is that true appearance? A monkey on a tree?"

Li Cang was also confused and not sure:

"Well... the rumors are that there is no background in practicing. For details, I am not very clear about it."

Li Jingsi was about to remind Li Cang to pay more attention, but Yu Guang suddenly found a horse standing alone at the starting point under the tall building.

The surrounding spectators came back to their senses from Zuo Lingquan and gradually discovered the completely different figure on the side of the field.

I saw the mighty horse standing on the court with its head held high and its chest held high. Its four hooves were as stable as the mountain remained motionless.

But as a horse, it is obviously not a good adjective to be motionless.

Zhao Huaian's right hand ball stick with his left hand was sitting on the horse's back like an iron tower. His face turned red and purple, without any movement, but his whole body was soaked with sweat.

Obviously, Zhao Huaian's horse did not move at all just now.

Seeing that the prince and noble son of Yuntai had all his eyes turned to him, and if he didn't do anything, he would have to say it as a joke. Zhao Huaian quickly put away the stick, raised his hand and patted it, cheering:

"Young Master Zuo is very good at it. Zhao has already given one goal. You have to take serious action next time. You are careful."

Zuo Lingquan didn't pay attention to Zhao Huaian just now. He really thought that Zhao Huaian was not moving because he deliberately gave in to him, and clasped his fists and said:

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for Chengrun."

Zhao Huaian smiled heartily, but looked at the fierce horse sitting down, and beads of sweat as big as beans on his forehead rolled down. He was obviously begging grandpa and praying for this horse not to do anything bad.

After scoring the goal, the old eunuch on the terrace would immediately throw a second one, but he was shocked by Zuo Lingquan just now, causing the game to be paused for a while.

At this time, the old eunuch on the terrace was holding a rattan ball and preparing to throw it out again, but before he could take action, he turned around and listened, thinking that it was the eldest princess who was talking.

Everyone was waiting quietly. When the old eunuch turned his head again, he spoke warmly:

"Young Master Zuo is really good at kung fu, but the purpose of hitting Ju is to strengthen the body and everyone participates. If you fight like this, the other young masters have to go back to the stands as spectators. As old slaves see it, they are suspected of bullying the weak by relying on their martial arts. Otherwise, we can change the rules and the pickle ball will pop up again before we can win the ball. What?"

When people on and off the court heard this, they were stunned.

Is this the eldest princess who blamed Zuo Lingquan for bullying others with his martial arts?

This is good news!

The children of the aristocratic families who had been shocked by Zuo Lingquan had their confidence, their eyes became warm again, and they were almost crying and praised the eldest princess for her understanding of the righteousness and stood up for them.

Zuo Lingquan was relieved when he heard this.

He just showed up, just to show off first and not disappoint the third uncle who was full of expectations for him. In fact, he was worried that he would be looked at by the princess.

Since the eldest princess is dissatisfied with his forced appearance, it means she will definitely not choose him. Next, just take a sneak peek.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and the old eunuch threw out the rattan ball again.

The aristocratic family on the court ran on their horses and rushed towards the landing point of the rattan ball. Zuo Lingquan also flowed into it, scrambling carefully.

Just when the situation was anxious and everyone was focusing on the flower basket, they didn't notice that Zhao Huaian was still as stable as Mount Tai at the starting line of the second half.

Under the high building, Zhao Huaian's face turned pale and he was trying every means to urge him to sit down.

Seeing that the time had passed halfway and the horses were still unacceptable, Zhao Huaian couldn't help but feel anxious.

Zhao Huaian's elders also noticed something wrong with him. While no one was paying attention, they ran to the edge of the stands and scolded him angrily:
To be continued...