"Civil or martial?"

Wei Jiulang was the first to react, and he was a little angry and embarrassed.

He was actually bewitched by the son of his enemy.

"Humph! He's just like his mother, a seductive vixen!"

Filled with shame and anger, Wei Jiulang's blood boiled and he became impulsive for a moment.

Not only did he go against his plan and propose a battle between civil and military, but he also deliberately provoked and flattered him, "The Ninth Prince is noble and such a handsome man, I'm sure he would be more willing to play some tricks that young men should play."

"Why don't we just have a fight?"

Gu Qingcheng was very pleased and nodded, as if to say: This prince is such a person.

She said casually, "Then let's play martial arts!"

Huo Wuniang was really anxious this time. She didn't care about her limits and blurted out, "Jiulang!"

Before Huo Wuniang could utter the word "no", Wei Jiulang deliberately glanced at her.

Wei Jiulang continued to provoke him in a sarcastic tone, "Your Highness, don't rush to agree. You should ask your fiancée first."

He meant to be quite vicious in his words, speaking in a joking tone, revealing a "fact" that no ordinary man could bear.

Wei Jiulang almost pointed at Gu Qingcheng's nose and said: You, you have always relied on women. Now that you have to make a decision, shouldn't you also listen to your woman's opinion?

They were all rebellious teenagers in their teens, full of hot-bloodedness and unable to tolerate being bullied. Wei Jiulang judged others by himself and claimed that he could not tolerate such words.

Sure enough, a flash of shame and anger flashed across Gu Qingcheng's eyes, and she said without hesitation, "No need! My business is my decision!"

Wei Jiulang was secretly delighted: Hey! It’s done!

Although the other sons of noble families also felt that things were going smoothly, they still felt a little uneasy.

They looked around, exchanging glances with each other—

"There's no need to play martial arts!"

"Yes, yes! He is His Majesty's beloved son after all!"

"Yeah, when we play martial arts, there's a gentleman's agreement that 'don't care if you live or die'!"

"...What is Wei Jiu trying to do? Didn't we agree to just teach Qing Cheng a lesson?"

"He shouldn't have been allowed to show up! From what I've seen, he did succeed in provoking the Ninth Prince, but he himself was also quite pissed off."

Everyone's eyes were darting around, making faces, and they actually retreated a little.

Wei Jiulang was secretly proud of himself. In order to prevent Huo Wuniang from dissuading him and to prevent Gu Qingcheng from backing out, he took the initiative to shout loudly and called other noble ladies and gentlemen who came to play polo to be witnesses.

Playing Wuqiu, after all, is just playing polo.

It's not about going to the ring to fight a life-and-death game.

Although there is an unspoken rule of "don't care about life or death", the word "unspoken" is still there, so it cannot be made public.

You can't even sign any life or death agreement.

However, they are all people in the powerful circle in Beijing, and they believe that their words are law.

As long as the agreement is made in public and a high-five is made, it is like signing a life and death agreement in disguise.

On the polo field, whether you are injured or killed, you are not allowed to regret it, and there will be no later settlement!

Otherwise, the family's reputation will be ruined.

This is the principle of the Qing Dynasty where the strong are respected and a promise is worth a thousand gold!

Wei Jiulang loudly announced the agreement between his side and the Ninth Prince's side to play martial arts ball. Regardless of the surprise and gasps of the crowd after hearing the news, he stretched out a hand and came to Gu Qingcheng.

"Your Highness, please!"

Gu Qingcheng also stretched out a slender, white and tender hand.

Bang bang bang!

Under Huo Wuniang's anxious and worried gaze, Gu Qingcheng and Wei Jiulang high-fived three times.

Make an appointment!

Huo Wuniang squeezed her eyes shut. Now she was being forced to fight back. She could only fight with all her might.

She made up her mind that when she got on the court, she would protect Jiulang.

Even if he was injured, he would never let Jiulang make any mistakes.

As for whether this action would make Jiulang ridiculed by others or whether Jiulang would be unhappy about it, Huo Wuniang no longer cared.

"Haha! Excellent! His Highness the Ninth Prince is truly worthy of being His Majesty's beloved son, a young talent. Apart from anything else, his passion and courage alone convince us all."

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Wei Jiulang had a smug smile in his eyes and on his face.

Gu Qingcheng waved her hands, "I can't do it! I'm not in good health, so riding a horse and playing ball are just normal things for me."

Wei Jiulang paused in laughter. What did Qingcheng mean?

Why are you suddenly being so self-deprecating?

Did "he" regret it?

In order to drag Gu Qingcheng onto the court, Wei Jiulang smiled awkwardly and said something against his will, "Your Highness is too modest!"

After complimenting him, Wei Jiulang did not forget to remind him, "We just high-fived each other to sign an alliance. Your Highness must be fully prepared. Are you saying this to let our guard down?"

"Hahaha, everyone says that His Highness the Ninth Prince is not good at military affairs, but I see that you are quite proficient in the use of this 'art of war'."

Gu Qingcheng waved her hand, "I'm not being modest! I'm indeed well-versed in the art of war, but it's mostly just theory."

"This prince is eager to learn martial arts, but I am born with a deficiency. As for polo, I can only play it, but I am not yet at a competitive level."

Wei Jiulang's dry smile could hardly be maintained.

He really wanted to grab Gu Qingcheng's clothes and ask: Damn, what the hell do you mean?

It was you who couldn't stand the provocation just now and high-fived me to make an alliance!

You are the one who is scared now!

Do you want to play polo or not?

But Wei Jiulang didn't dare to ask this question easily.

He was afraid that once he said it, the Ninth Prince would climb down the pole and agree without hesitation.

Then all the time I was jumping up and down just now was in vain?

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